#boba!drab

[b0ba-chan]

pussy drunk suna can never get enough of your cunt; burying his face into the warmth of your core to lap at the slick. and when he says that he eats you out for his pleasure, he means it.

without even touching himself, his cock is already swollen just as he sniffs at your pussy. his mouth waters at the smell and to him, you smell absolutely sweet to him, making him subconsciously try to rut down against the sheets. his drool and your slick mix together with his eyes half shut.

he’s whining so needily into your clit, flicking his tongue as he tries to hear the praises that you moan out every so often. each little praise you give him earns you a breathy moan, going straight to his cock. he isn’t even able to take off his sweats before he’s already letting ropes of white stain the fabric.

sometimes he’s not even trying to get you to cum. he just wants to be latched to the bundle of nerves, sucking on it till he passes out from intoxication. it doesn’t matter to him if you came at all or if you’re overstimulated - it was intoxicating to him.

waking up, his mouth is still pressed against your cunt and his head throbbing as if he has a hangover. but nothing like sucking on your clit can’t fix.

thank you @loveatsutani for the brainrot

[angelsaxis]

Disney wants to convince me that Boba and co live in these gritty tough worlds and they lead these gritty tough lives but meanwhile these shows have been studies in bloodless, goreless violence despite the MCs being surrounded by it by virtue of their profession. They get mad but they never curse despite supposedly unsavory backgrounds and upringings. They go to seedy places/bars but these seedy places/bars never have actual drunks and they're always quiet, clean, and more or less well lit and easy to navigate. Damn near every character is some drab-clothed long sleeved protagonist, antagonist, or background/extra and everyone stands or sits four miles apart from each other.

I don't know, like the pre-disney star wars felt so much more lively? So much more natural? At the risk of sounding like one of Those Fans, Disney is seriously negatively affecting star wars (lol) in an environmental way that I'm not sure I can really describe. Everything is merely stated to be tough and gritty. Punches don't prove anything. These shows can be lifeless.

[tiend]

@captainrexsbiggesthoe <3

Angry teenage Boba infiltrates a tour of Mace Windu's flagship, right, and as a treat they get to fire some of the point defence systems. The cadets are smaller than the adult clones, but they're capable of sitting in the seat and reaching the targeting systems and triggers, and they absolutely know how all that shit works.

So what if they're even smaller than that?

Scaled down weapons. Deeces and artillery pieces and mines and detonators and all the ways to kill and maim - doctrine says maim since it soaks up more of the enemies resources - made smaller to fit smaller hands, the pieces simplified for fumbling childish motor control. Brightly coloured fuses to socket into shells or mines. To practice.

As they age up, the weapons get bigger to fit them, and the colours fall away to olive drab or matte black or bright, shiny white. These weapons that have all the parts, so the child soldiers can field strip and clean them blindfolded, and never, ever, leave them behind. Good soldiers maintain positive control over their weapons. Bad soldiers disappear.

They haven't reached puberty.

[b0ba-chan]

not me thinking abt getting tag teamed by a jealous zhongli and osial omfg

osial x reader x zhongli

cw explicit content, tentacles, double dick, split roasting, anal, random small hcs,

it feels as if you were drowning in the ocean, a boulder chained to your throat as it pulls you down to bottom of the sea.

a strong grip is in your hair forces you down on the two dicks that stuff your mouth. you look up at the golden god who towers over you, drooling around the shaft as he gives you a gentle smile. zhongli grunts a little as he feels your throat contract around him with his eyebrows furrow. his hands trail to cuff both your cheeks, but soon pushed away by two tentacles of water.

you cant even prepare yourself for the water wrapping around your throat, forcing you to tighten your throat around the brunette. osial chuckles lowly from behind you and continues to thrust slowly into your drooling cunt. the slick mixes up with the excess water dripping from your puckered hole.

“you didn’t forget about me, did you, my dear?” he laughs and forces the thin tentacle deeper into your ass. the younger god before you sends glares as sharp as spear to the older one due to the intrusion. one of osial’s tentacles slip under your body, letting the mouth latch onto your nipple. the cold water makes your body tense up, causing both men to let out loud moans.

everything was filthy; water and different bodily fluids stray everywhere on your body as well as the loud slaps of balls to skin echo in your ears. you can feel both men tense up as their thrusts grow sloppier.

the first to cum is zhongli, pulling out to spray his thick load all over your face. you let your tongue stick out to try and catch the cum to swallow down. the other man presses his chest to your back, letting his long blue hair flow along your body. his hips press up against your ass as he wraps his arms around your waist to release into your gummy walls.

you fall face first into the bed below you as osial licks and bites at your sticky skin. blue eyes look up straight at the gold ones, jealousy written all over each others face.

ignoring the stickiness, zhongli grab yours cheeks and holding back his grimace.

“my love, isnt it only the reasonable thing for you to allow your archon to have a turn?”

[b0ba-chan]

kaeya x reader

cw // explicit, minors dni, size kink, implied multiple orgasms, sensitive reader, fingering, afab language, gen!neutral,

his teeth graze against your neck, lips forming into a smirk when you whimper ever so quietly. kaeya has barely done anything - only kissing and nipping at your jaw and neck in a teasing manner.

it was as if he read your mind, he shoves a hand down your pants, thumbing at your clit through your panties. your whines become more prominent, with every teasing swipe.

“so responsive, little one.” he chuckles as he pulls away from your neck. his fingers push your panties to the side, sliding his fingers through your drooling folds. the tip of kaeya’s index finger pushes past the relaxed hole, causing him to gasp along with you. a teasing smile plays on his lips as he mocks your whines. he finally slides his whole finger in, which was enough for you to arch your back.

“oh is that it?” he wiggles his finger, already tickling your soft spot. you shudder under him as your moans grow louder and louder. his thumb presses down on your sensitive bud lightly and continues his teasing movements.

that one single touch has you arching your back and clamping around him, squealing when you let a small orgasm rip through your body. your tears well up as he suddenly add another finger and speeding up his fingers. you try and grab his wrists to slow him down but its no use.

“we’re not done yet,” he coos and kisses your wet cheeks, “what? can’t handle it?”

[b0ba-chan]

shirtless suna with his sweatpants hanging low from his hips to the point you see dick veins. he comes out of the bathroom with his hair still slightly damp, pausing at the door to look down at his phone. one hand is shoved in his pocket while he takes a look with his eyebrows slightly furrowed.

all you can do from your place in bed is to gawk at him. he’s to engrossed at his phone to even notice how your eyes treks over his broad shoulders, to his  slim waist, and finally his defined yet soft abs. the noticeable lack of sweatpants makes you clench, wanting to get a feel of what is underneath the material, wanting to feel his soft cock harden in your hand.

he asks you a question, not getting an answer since you were too distracted to notice, making him look up. rintarou smirks at your dazed out gaze, approaching the bed. you notice him move, flushing red all over as you turn away to pretend nothing happened. he reaches his hand out of his pocket to grab your cheeks, turning your puckered face to make you look into his eyes.

“if there’s something you want, all you have to do is ask, little girl.”

[b0ba-chan]

suna fucking you while he’s wearing a maid outfit seND TWEET

SAY IT WITH YOUR FULL CHEST (i changed it sorry but i wanna suck him off so bad)

suna x reader

cw // crossdressing (maid dress), oral (giving), you’re sucking him off from under his skirt, ball appreciation, cum play, cum eating

“if i knew you’d like this, baby.” rintarou chuckles as he lifts his skirt slightly to reveal your spit soaked cheeks. said cheeks bloom bright red from embarrassment, looking him straight into his eyes.

your hands rest on his thighs, fiddling with the fabric of the thigh highs that decorate his defined thighs. the muscle tenses under your touch as you hollow out your cheeks while pulling up from his cock. he throws his head back and lets go of the skirt, letting it fall back onto your head.

it feels hot and stuffy, being stuck under the heavy fabric while, but you wouldn’t want to be anywhere else. pulling off, you wrap your lips around the heavy balls to suck lightly. his breath hitches, reaching to cup the back of your head and pushing you in closer to keep going. it was starting to get harder to breathe, mouth full as your nose was shoved against his cock.

his dick twitches as it rests against your face, precum dripping onto your forehead. a few ruts from his hips into your mouth causes him to shoot white ropes. cum hits the skirt as well as making a puddle on your forehead.

he lets go of your head, panting as he lifts up the skirt to see your dazed expression. rintarou’s smirk grows, taking his dick into his hand to spread the cum all over your skin before taking your face into his hands. he leans down, eye level to you to lick the remaining cum off your face.

“stay still, it’s a maid’s job to clean up.”

[b0ba-chan]

o- omi fucking you stupid in his cute little s- skirt, and degrading you bc of how slutty you get when he puts on the skirt

sakusa x reader

cw explicit content, boys in skirt, degradation, dacryphilia, he bullies you like a high school bully, but he's soft dw, squirting, unprotected sex

maybe wearing a skirt and crossdressing for the fan event was not a bad idea after all, especially when he gets to see your debauched face right in front of him.

his skirt was hitched up a little so his cock can be revealed, sliding in and out of your slippery cunt. the squelching was so loud that it echoes in the room as his thick cock stretches you out

kiyoomi always loved it when you cry. it was kind of disgusting at first, but it was strange how your fat tears and the little dribble of drool from being fucked so hard had his body reacting in so many ways. especially the harsher the words formed in bed, the fatter the tears. but with every degrading word he hits you with comes with a sweet kiss on your cheeks to capture each tear on his lips.

"look at you get so worked up over a fucking skirt." he spits out, causing you to moan out louder, "just a common school slut, let anyone use this damn hole."

though his words stung in your heart, it made your cunt flutter. your fists grip at the sheets next to your head. his hands tighten on your hips, lifting your lower half up with no effort. with the change in position and different angle of thrust already as you squirting around his cock. with a squeal, he speeds up to squeeze you dry and letting the skirt soak up the fluid.

it doesn't take long, but his thrusts get sloppier and inconsistent. with one last stutter of the hips, he spills his load deep into your cunt. he fills you up to the brim just of the sight of you choking on your tears.

[b0ba-chan]

osamu x reader x suna

cw pegging, bottom!suna, top!osamu, overstimulation

to osamu it’s endearing how he can come home from a long day at work to see your smaller frame molded over rintarou’s back, rutting your strap into him. face down in the rug, rin’s tears, as well at his leaking tip, soak up the soft fuzz below him.

panting, you have been relentlessly thrusting, trying to please your boyfriend not matter how tired you get. your thighs were strained and tense from your position, but finally osamu was there to help. but when you expect him to replace your spot, he instead slips himself behind you and lines himself to you soaked cunt. and as much as you want to whine and crawl away from exhaustion, you no longer feel empty.

[b0ba-chan]

suna noncon claiming u as his mate

suna x reader

cw mature content, omegaverse, scenting, noncon, biting

the whole ejp team have never pushed you out of your comfort zone. being their manager, they respected your boundaries and knew to keep you close during big games. obviously there has to be a fair amount of alphas in this career path; tall men loom over one another as they try and one up each other off and on the court.

rintarou seemed to be the closest one to you both physically and relationship wise. he always seem the most attentive to your critiques, listening to what you had to saw while keeping close to your body. it wasn’t uncomfortable at all, it seemed so natural.

it also seemed like he was scenting you on accident, his smell always wafting over you and sending you in a relaxed state. it was just so easy to be around him.

but it was a shock when suna’s rut triggers out of nowhere.

it already felt heavy in the gym but it wasn’t too alarming. you work independently in the stock room, looking for equipment as the men all stretch out for the day. the tense aura started to loom over you as you start to grab the handle of the volleyball cart.

strong arms wrap around your middle as a familiar scent wafts over your, making you knees buckle and fall limp in the arms. you felt the alpha tighten his grip to press his chest to your back. his scent was overwhelming making your cunt leak but your voice whimpering out for it to stop.

“why so scared? you never seemed to hate when i scent you, dear omega.” the familiar voice perks up as his tongue laps at the scent gland on the back of your neck. you shiver and turn to face rintarou, dilated pupils staring into your own.

you part your lips to protest but immediately shutting you up when teeth graze over the gland. tears bubble in your eyes as he nips on the sensitive skin.

how has nobody found you yet? is no one worried?

“my omega and only mine.” his growl comes deep from his chest as he reaches around to cover your mouth, biting down to mark you as his.

[b0ba-chan]

being a brat and hating the cold means ice play is the worst punishment.

osamu has your hands tied to the headboard with a silky white ribbon, restricting your arms from pushing him away. he takes the ice to run over your puffy nipples, watching you try to squirm away from the cold. a hard hand makes contact with your thigh, gripping it hard to massage the pain in. you body recoils from the harsh slap, letting your mind stray off away from the cold to the warmth of the slap.

he rolls his eyes and reapplies the ice to your thighs, directly on the point of impact. tugging at the headboard, you try to kick him away from him.

“stop moving brat, this could be over right now, but you wont listen.” osamu sighs and trails the ice closer to your core. you shake your head in protest, tears streaming down your cheeks. the cube presses up against your clit, making your muscles tense up. it was too late to try and squirm away as you were stuck in a stiff position.

he massages the ice on the bundle of nerves, listening to your little pained huffs. the ice then glides over your folds, melting fast from the heat of your cunt. his eyes stare up as your glossy ones as he presses the tiny bit of ice into your cut. choking on your moans, your eyes roll back as your back arches from the freezing intrusion.

he coos at your heaving chest, running his cold hands all over your body. it felt so foreign to you- it didn’t feel like his familiar warm touch. you wince and hiccup apologies, mumbling about how it was too cold for you.

it was then a warm tongue treads through your cunt once, making your thighs clamp around osamu’s head. he huffs softly, blowing hot air on your cunny.

“did so good, princess. let me warm you up now, yeah?”

[b0ba-chan]

grinding on oikawa in the club? hehe

both of you are pressed up due to the large crowd, but also trying to feel each other up as close as you can. he brushed up passed you before at the bar, a gentle hand on your hip as he whispers a soft “excuse me” in your ear. you can’t help but to turn to see who just walked past you, catching the tall man’s eyes that were once eyeing your body like a predator. but now your back was pressed against your chest as you swayed with him to the music.

it was exhilarating how his lips grazed the column of your neck or how you can feel him thicken up in his pants. his hands wander all over body, slipping under your shirt to give your mid drift ticklish touches. a hand would turn your chin to have your lips brush against each other with teasing kisses.

but once playful grinding turns to feral humping in a secluded corner of the club. your hands grab at his half unbuttoned shirt, back pressed against the wall with one leg hooked over his knee. kisses were messy with tooru, too much tongue and teeth clashing it couldn’t be defined as kissing anymore. moans melted into each others as his hips thrusted against you. your skirt was flipped up just high enough for your to feel him strain against his pants against your damp panties.

you didn’t even know this man’s name but he was taking your breath away, such a big man taking control of you. but maybe taking him home wouldn’t be too much of a bad idea with the way he was moving his hips against yours.

[b0ba-chan]

suna x reader

cw explicit content, naga!suna, bunny!reader, monsterfucking, biting, cunnilingus, unhingable jaw, outdoor sex, blood, one spit

a thin tongue runs up the sensitive skin of your inner thigh, causing shivers to shoot up your spine. goosebumps form on your skin wherever his tongue travels. your pink nose scrunches up as two long fangs dig into your thighs.

no skin ever breaks as suna makes sure to be as gentle as he can for his bun. his hands run up your thighs and under your ass to squeeze the plush fat in his palms. he loves the way a tiny whine is drawn out of your mouth with every little touch he offers, only wanting to see what other noises you can sing for him.

his lifts your hips up and lets his jaw drop to its fullest potential, latching his mouth to your cunt. unprepared, you grab a handful of plush grass and wildflowers that are in reach. it was as it the air was sucked out of your lungs as he laps on your sensitive pussy. his eyes are kept on your face as you try and not to trash around to much, floppy ears twitching against your head from the pleasure that washes over you.

he laps and sucks on your sensitive cunt, moving a hand to grab at your fluffy tail to pull another squeal from your puffy lips. drool trickles down your the corner of your mouth as waves of pleasure pulse throughout your body. your feet subconsciously kick out and tighten around his head, his scales that decorate his cheekbones rub against the supple skin of your thighs.

he pulls away as you calm down and spits onto your pussy, adding onto the messy slick. he lets his fingers trace along your folds, pinching and rolling your clit between his fingers. rintarou laughs at your please for him to stop abusing your overstimulated cunnie, pulling away as you weakly push him off.

he leans down to lick up your thigh once more and biting down, only this time enough to draw some blood.

[b0ba-chan]

christmas morning

suna x reader

tw daddy kink, toy use, slight humiliation

5 days of kinkmas

its so hot - so embarrassing

you whimper softly as you bounce on the toy, kneeling in your spot on the ground. it was just as big as rin, stuffing you full as he usually would. but as much you want to get lost on the toy, all you can think of is how cocky rintarou looks like in front of you.

he had gifted you this little extra gift for christmas, saying for when hes not around. you though maybe it was his cologone for you to drown it to remember him. or maybe a cute photo of you two that you can keep on your nightstand. but it was an exact replica of his dick.

after the initial shock and pouting at your boyfriend for such a strange gift, he had you already bouncing on his fake cock.

“feel good, baby? feel just like, daddy?” he smirks at you, legs spread with his boner visible through his sweatpants. he cocks his eyebrow as you shake your head, letting you grip his knee for balance.

“not like you, want your cum, daddy.” you sob, resting your red cheek on his knee. the toy was still hitting all the right spots, making you drool over the feeling. he runs hand through your hair, tugging so you can look up at him.

“its alright, princess. i’ll stuff you full later. give me a show first.”

[b0ba-chan]

in honor of @layschipsyumm

tw noncon, somnophilia, perv suna

being friends with suna comes with many benefits - especially when it comes to lazy day naps.

snuggling into his chest as you both napped away your stresses. but little did you know, as you napped away your worries, rintarou’s hands trail all over your bare skin. he feels up as much as he can, sometimes even pushing up your skirt to traces his finger over your panties. or he would keep it same and lightly tickle the smooth skin of your stomach that peaks from under your shirt.

the biggest risk he takes are taking pictures of you, sleeping peacefully against his chest. he always tries his best and goes for pictures up your skirt or getting at least your smooth thighs in frame. anything he could get before he falls asleep with you.

today’s nap was like any other nap, just in a different position. your back was pressed against his broad chest, cheeks squished against his arm as you drooled a bit. he didnt pay much mind though, too sleepy to think about anything happening in the current situation. all he knew was that your ass felt great against his crotch.

every little movement you made got his cock stiffening up little by little. he grunts quietly, too lazy to get up and too hazy to realize that you weren’t just his pillow. he slowly grinds against you plush ass, a small damp spot forming where the tip of cock was under his sweats.

you wake up from the constant jerking from rintarou, making you whine. you whipe your moth from drool, wincing when you feel his hard grip on your hip. it took a bit too shake from your hazy state of mind - only to realize what was happening. you glance back to see suna’s face scrunched up, little huff passing his soft lips with each little thrust. you stare up at him in awe - he was just so pretty up close like this.

you bite your lip to glance down at his hips, blushing at the sight of his buldge grinding up against you. subconsciously, you push back against him to pull a low groan from suna.

his eyes shoot open at how loud he was, making direct eye contact with you. rintarou stutters out apologies as his tries to slip out of his spot. you were quick enough to push him back down, throwing your leg over his hip to straddle him. you sit yourself comfortable on top of his cock, watching the blush trail up his neck and to his cheeks. you couldnt help but to blush, too - feeling the confidence fleeing your body once you make eye contact once again.

“r-rin, dont leave. please, can i help?”

[b0ba-chan]

best boy rintarou always keeps an eye on you no matter where you are. when wandering the streets to find the newest cafe you wanted to try, he knows you tend to walk faster than him when youre excited. he wont leash you up or pull you back, he’ll just keep a close eye on you, nothing new to him.

at games, your seat is always the premium box seats so its not as loud for your ears. youre safe in a room away from possible creeps. though he may not be watching you, he can control how safe the environment is for you.

even at home, you climb up on the countertops to grab that one specific mug you wanted. even before you felt yourself losing balance, a firm yet gentle grip held your waist to support you. rintarou wasnt even in the same room when you were climbing - it was as if he had a sixth sense for you.

but its not always big things you think about often. you don’t usually think about how suna always stands closest to the road on nightly walks. or how he tilts the umbrella closer to you so you dont get wet and sick. these silent acts of services always bring you two closer without being too overly dramatic.