#he loves to see you mold into his large warm hands!

[mrsoharaa]

˗ˏˋ ❥︎ Noo I can't stop thinking about the way Miguel would just nestle oh so comfortably at the foot of your couch, holds your right leg over his wide lap and gives you a soothing, perfect foot/leg rub/massage while you read your book (or try to at least- this man knows how to give really great foot/leg rubs/massages in general! so it makes it hard for your to fully concentrate on your book!). 🕷 ♡ ଓ ˎˊ˗

[anantaru]

sucking diluc off in public is my dream

cw. oral (male! receiving), throatfucking, public syx, fem! reader

the way diluc was whenever you two were intimate with each other was exactly how he was in real life, entirely merciless when he craved to pleasure you, but reserved when it's you doing it to him— when you suddenly realize he's been rubbing against his clothed bulge ever so often with a dizzy haze in his eyes as he yearns for some relief.

"we— ugh, shouldn't," he panics at first when you guide him towards the safe area of the angels share, "if someone sees us—" and despite his previous fear of being caught with his dick literally down your throat and his pants down, there's a pleasurable burn crawling over his groin when your mouth presses into him until your nose tickles his base, and the way he looks at you was needy, and a little wild and exciting.

diluc watches with both attention and interest as you leisurely pull back to suckle on his tip, your tongue continuously kitty licking at the underside of his cock, both your frames veiled away in the sheltered upstairs area of his tavern where customers couldn't spot you.

his eyes were fully focused on you, but mostly they caught on to the borderline painful looking stretch of your lips wrapping around his thick shaft, his large hand caressing the back of your head as you guide your mouth lower.

"angel, fuck— you feel so so good," his voice was continuously breaking under the weight of your plump lips wrapping and molding into his shape and shit— he loves seeing you like this, eager to tease him and the fact that he was the only person you'd do this to sent his body in a frenzy.

you're both so filthy— adventurous for doing this right now, and every time he hears the pesky noises from downstairs, be it the clashing of cups or the loud yells of drunk customers, his thighs violently shake under your touch when you bring his attention back with a harsh stroke of your head bobbing down.

you look up at him, hollowing out your cheeks and swirling your tongue over the tip as you pull back, making his muscles scream for more of this, more relief as you manage to give him more.

diluc wasn't necessarily the loudest whenever you were intimate with each other, while now for the first time, he has to be quiet in order to keep your bodies sheltered from someone catching up on the two of you. despite the soft grunts that will sometimes rumble in his chest, he keeps himself silent, but finds himself in trouble when you're  trying harder and harder to take inch after inch, his body reacting when your throat flexes whenever you attempt to taste more of him.

he is just so warm and big in your mouth it fizzles your eyes with tears— and your throat just loved the stretch of his member, or his musky scent invading your nostrils and taking claim of your delirious mind.

you love every bit of what was going on and so did he— from the calloused hand on the back of your head holding you against his dripping cock, to his tip hitting the back of your throat over and over whenever you let him fuck your mouth like he wanted to, and not to forget the friction from your digits suddenly sliding down south to push between your thighs rubbing together, relieving yourself off any bit of the tension going on within your wet sex aching for him.

"jus... like that doll," he hisses at you, "so good, fuck—,"

he's digging his fingers into your head and holds you down on his erection as you gulp filthily around him, your messy spit oozing from the sides of your mouth and dribbling down from your chin to the wooden floor, smearing across not only yourself but his pants as well.

his cock twitches when you squeeze his balls and massage them in your palm, his shaft thickening in a way that you can evidently taste it on your tongue as he cums with a silent cry of your name, his greedy seed spilling hot inside of you as he continues to throatfuck you.

you press your fingernails into the flesh of his muscular thighs as you swallow his gift, and diluc groans at the sight, his eyes open wide after having himself lost in the hot tightness of your mouth.

you whimper around his shaft, barely— a vibration so pathetic that he glances down at you sheepishly, his cock still crowded into your wet mouth as you meet his gaze through doused lashes.

"you did so well, love .."

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[bimbosandbubbles]

Grip

Synopsis- JJK men who unknowingly have a deep attraction to your pudge. Men who just love your fat tummy!

Gojo

The man always finds himself zeroing in on your pouch of flesh—practically staring holes at it. It can come off as judgy or scrutinizing but it’s the opposite—admiration. He just loves when you wear form fitting clothing like a skintight dress or leggings—anything that shows your supple shape.

He loves when he can see the outline of its shape—the beautiful almost “U” like shape enchanting him. It’s so beautiful to him and so attractive to him. He just indulges in the fact that it’s so effortlessly plump—so kissable and touchable. So incredibly easy to press into and mold whatever shape he longs for.

“You’re so pretty,baby? Yeah you like how deep I am inside?”

Gojo has your legs pushed into your chest,chest heaving and faces constantly grazing each other as he pulls in and out of you. Even though he can see your pretty face,that he loves,his eyes immediately gaze down to stare at your tummy.

The rolls of your stomach are pushed together and layered on top of each other—and fuck it just looks so good to him. He purposefully pushes your legs back just see your flesh layer onto itself some more. He ignores your whines as he bends and plays with you for his unknown pleasure.

And pleasure he gets because by the time he’s done with you in that position,he’s came on your tummy three times now and he’s planning to make it a fourth.

Nanami

The man is naturally a provider, a person who feels a responsibility to take care of others. So with that huge part of his nature he’s naturally drawn to your softer features especially your stomach. Every time he returns home from his draining and tiring job—there you are in the kitchen making a meal full of love for the both of you and every instance,no matter how tired he is,no matter how much work he has to catch up on—Nanami’s hands always find themselves gripping the pudgy stomach.

He’ll stand behind you,hands kneading it and rubbing it ever so gently. He’ll listen you talk about your mundane activities that you don’t think really matter but he always listens. He hums and rubs you,each stroke and pinch of his fingers like a warm comfort. A comfort that always turned perverted and pleasurable.

“Did I say stop talking? I want to hear about your day.”

It’s hard to talk when his large hand is rubbing cool circles on your harden nipples through your thin shirt. Not only that but you couldn’t just talk normally when his hand is playing with your throbbing clit—caressing ever so soft circles onto the fleshy bud.

“Nanami—!”

“That’s right talk for me,be a good wife and just tell me about your day,m’kay?” You couldn’t get any words other than praising and chanting the man’s name. That’s when he removes his hand from your breast and goes back to gripping your pliable tummy.

All you can think about is the blissful sensation of his hand rubbing your clit and the loving touch of his extremities onto the excess above your pelvis. Oh yeah,Nanami just loves this everyday practice of his.

Yuji

The man always finds himself laying on your tummy—recapping his day and ranting about anything with you. He melts in the pillow like texture,snuggling into you—hands placed onto your stomach and tuffs of pink hair being the only think you can see while he just relaxes on you.

You could feel him occasionally kissing you through your shirt before he lifts it up and just starts sucking on the smooth skin. His rambles slowly turn into him forming hickeys on the fatty skin—the innocent conversations turned into pure concentration on the shapes he’s making with his mouth.

“Can I go down there..?” All Yuji needed was to see you breathlessly nod yes. He needs no more time before he pulls your panties to the side and latches his mouth onto your clit.

He’ll suck and suck—veiny hands making sure to rest on your belly,pretty brown eyes constantly watching you—eating up your wanton moans. You can’t help but grips the pinks tuffs of hair that barely pokes out from behind your plump belly.

Yuji won’t stop—not til his jaw locks,not til his whole mouth hurts. He’ll service you happily all while his large hands tease and grope your tummy. The extremities cupping the skin in batches—leaving a reminding sting of how hard he’s really gripping you.

His fingers will trace into your geography—pads of his pointer and his index mulling over your stretch marks and cellulite. He practically remolds your stomach—using it to still himself while he uses his grip to rut against the bed.

Yuji just loves melting into you and talking to you-always dissolving in the plush flesh that he so enjoys.

Geto

This man uses your tummy as a comfort—a place of safety and a feeling of home. He’ll normally be going over scrolls or whatever busy work always having you beside him—big hand reaching over to pull you closer to him,leaning down to grip the abundant flesh that sits above your mound.

But sometimes Geto doesn’t want to work. He wants focus on you and only you. He’ll start off by asking you to sit on his lap,saying he wants to be closer you—which isn’t a lie only a half truth. And you do,always. You press down onto him gently but of course your comforting weight is still felt—felt enough for Geto to fight back a groan. He doesn’t utter a word,only placing his hand on your tummy and continuing busying himself. He won’t talk to until he feels the squirming begin—that’s when he can have fun.

“If you keep moving like that my love you’ll have to deal with the consequences.” He warns. His warning makes you stiffen up—entertaining him with your automatic obedience. For awhile you stay still but can’t help but to rock back and forth. And that’s how you end up,still sitting on his lap the only difference being his warm cock sheathed inside you.

“You can’t distract me from my work baby,so no moving okay? Be a good girl for me and stay still.”Geto asks you to stay still—tells you to be good for him yet he’s the one who won’t stop touching you. His nimble fingers finding comfort in the doughy fat—he relishes in the push back your skin offers the more he digs in you. But what he loves even more is when he touches your fat mound,enjoying your sweet whimpers of momentary pleasure. He knows you want him to fuck—want him in your guts.

However he loves how your pussy clenches against his still cock—desperate for some attention. He cups your tummy and breathes in your scent—loving the self induced torture. Your warm pudge offering a anchor—some comfort for you.

REBLOGS ARE GREATLY APPRECIATED!!!

[dateko]

˚｡⋆ [3:27 AM] GETO SUGURU

a/n: just stupid fluff and the only thing i can write (bitches in a bed). me breaking my long silence and hiatus just to post a suguru drabble... he deserves happiness, too.... this is truly my jujutsu kaisen... pls enjoy!

Suguru breaks the silence of the late night’s pitch-black embrace. Listening to his breathing with your limbs tangled together comfortably beneath the covers, you thought he’d been asleep by now. But it seems he has many things on his mind.

“Can I ask you something?” He speaks, voice low yet so incredibly soft. 

You shuffle in bed before you respond, playing with the large calloused hands locked securely around your stomach. Suguru has always been clingy with you. Just only behind closed doors, away from the rest of the world. He’s always wanted you to himself, in places where only the two of you know. 

“Babe, I’ve said it before and I’ll definitely say it again. Yes, you should go and get that tattoo. It’d look really good.” You mumble sleepily, trying to fight the drowsiness in your voice.

Behind you, you can feel his chest rumble with a chuckle, and his strong hands wander down to your hips, turning you around to face him with overfamiliar ease. The face before you is beautiful and captivating. Even in the dark, where the only source of light is the still moonlight that seeps through the curtains, your breath hitches at the sight of his golden, golden eyes. Suguru’s hair is down and slightly damp, his dark locks framing his face in a way that makes you want to bite his nose off. You could never tire of a face like this. And you were lucky to have it all to yourself.

“Not what I meant, but noted.” Your lover smiles.

Hard to resist, you reach up to tuck a dark strand behind his ear and to this does he melt. You exhale at the feeling of his warm cheek resting into your palm like he was molding himself into you. 

“Then what?” A thumb brushes across the expanse of his cheek as you whisper back.

Suguru sighs before speaking again. “Do you love me?”

This time, you really do pinch his cheek and threaten to bite his nose off as you roll your eyes and return to your original sleeping position. You don’t need to turn around to see him with a slight pout on his lips, brows furrowed just a bit. 

“Don’t ask me dumb questions you already know the answer to, Sugu,” You bring your hand back to pull his arm back around your waist. “Of course I do.”

“I want to hear you say it.” 

“Let’s go back to sleep.”

You should know better than to think that Suguru would stop there. The bed dips slightly before you feel your wrists being pinned above your head and your lover moves his knee over your body so he can loom over your smaller figure, a saccharine and deliciously sweet smirk on his plush lips. The tips of his hair strokes your face, which causes you to scrunch your nose with a smile. You knew what you were in for immediately, but it was quite honestly way too late to be even reasonably horny. All you can do is huff and pout up at the man you love so ridiculously much. 

“Say that you love me.” He tries again.

“Sugu…” You whine as you make a small attempt to free yourself from his hold, knowing well you could never beat his strength. It was all for show and you’ve decided there was no longer any point in trying to sleep tonight.

“Come on…” He pouts, loosening his grip around your wrist to lace his fingers with yours instead.

Your careful eyes watch as he lowers his handsome face to yours, lips only mere centimeters away from yours. Suguru raises a brow at how you stare at his lips with a hungry look before your eyes meet him again, begging. Thinking he would finally give in to your silent pleas to kiss you, your other half dips his nose into the crook of your neck instead. To this, your body deflates and you sigh at the feeling of his skin on yours, that nose you adore so much brushing along the soft expanse of your neck while leaving a trail of feathery kisses. 

Suguru places a playful bite on your shoulder before pulling up to look at you once more. “Do you love me?”

You bring his lips back down to yours, to which he happily reciprocates with a smile. Pulling apart, you look at him and really look at him. Making sure he possessed every feature you have memorized for years and looking up at the eyes that only seemed to sparkle when looking at you. Finally, you smile.

“I love you Geto Suguru. I love you so much,” You pinch his cheek for good measure. “And don’t forget it this time.”

“Now that wasn’t too hard, was it?” He smiles before reaching under your (his) shirt to squeeze at your side. “I love you, too.”

[celtic-crossbow]

You Love Me for Everything You Hate Me For

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Cock warming; insinuated breeding kink

Summary: You knew better and Daryl would remind of that.

A/N: Inspired by @retroellie headcanon regarding submissive vs dominant Daryl and @thewalkingdilf headcanon on cock warming. 🩵

You choked on another whine, body vibrating with fine tremors of barely contained arousal and a desperation for relief. You had lost track of time, stretched and molded around Daryl’s cock buried to the hilt inside you. The hunter was on his third cigarette, taking ample time to enjoy each long draw while his sharp blues remained locked onto your face. 

How the fuck was he able to be within your velvety walls and remain completely still, completely lucid, completely fucking hard?

“Daryl, please.” You took the risk, bit the bullet, even after you were ordered to remain unmoving and silent. Turning his head to the side, he let the smoke billow from his mouth in a cloud that blocked his eyes from you for a moment. 

“Knew better than to wear that shit out where that creep could stare atcha like a piece’a meat.” In his defense, the skirt really had been a bit on the shorter side, barely covering the curve of your ass. Spencer had followed you around like a lost puppy, ensuring he stayed behind you. You weren’t stupid and neither was Daryl. You knew where the man’s gaze had been drawn. 

“You brought me the skirt from your run. I wore it for you.” You knew your backtalk would get you absolutely nowhere. Truth be told, you were probably earning yourself more time without the fucking you yearned to receive. 

You both were well aware that Daryl didn’t care one bit what you wore outside. It made him proud for you to show off. Everyone knew you were his, so completely and utterly and helplessly his. He just wanted a reason to toy with you, not that he needed one. 

“Don’t matter.” His index finger moved from where his hand rested on your thigh, flipping up the edge of the fabric in question the slightest bit. “Need remindin’ who this is for.” 

You did whine then, shifting your hips in the smallest motion to seek friction against your swollen, throbbing clit. His large hand left your thigh to grasp your hip tightly, squeezing in warning. 

“Don’t be a brat or I’ll keep ya here all day.” The cigarette was left hanging from his chapped lips so that his free hand could glide under your top, the rough pad of his fingertip carving a line over the swell of your right breast and down to your nipple. The little bud pebbled beneath his attention, your pussy clenching around him. There was a twitch inside of you but your archer’s expression remained indifferent. 

“God, Daryl, please let me move. I’ll be good, I swear.” Your hands left his shoulders to lay flat against his chest, itching to unbutton his shirt and feel his skin beneath your palms. “You can cum inside me. Fill me up if you want.”

His finger stilled over your areola, a dark brow arching. “That’s temptin’, sunshine. Real temptin’.” He moved his hand to your other breast. “Too bad I ain’t in the mood to bargain.” 

You fell forward, your face buried against his neck. You thought for sure that would break him. You knew the risks. So did he. Fucking a baby into you had been discussed but ultimately placed on the back burner. He wanted it. He’d made that clear. You wanted to give him that, a little family of his own, but Alexandria was just too new. You could always see it in his eyes, though. The subtle disappointment when he pulled from within your tight heat to empty himself on your skin. 

“Please! I’ll do anything!” You pleaded, sitting up to grind your hips down again. His hand squeezed your hip at the same time that he pinched your sensitive nipple between his thumb and forefinger. 

“Anythin’, huh?” His eyes met yours while he tilted his head, considering your offer. “Alright.”

The sound that burst from within you was the most desperate, embarrassing keen you’d ever let slip. Your walls hugged him again, preparing for the fucking of a lifetime. His smoke was dropped into a glass of water on the table, joining the ones that came before it. 

“What do you want me to do?”

The grin he gave you induced goosebumps all over your skin. “Wait. Wantcha to wait.”

[feyhunter78]

Sidewalk Kisses

Art cred: mia_bobrhia

“No, so then we get to the next chapter, the one we were supposed to read before class, right? And this dumbass goes wait, who’s Ophelia again? We’re literally reading Hamlet; the book cover is that super famous painting of Ophelia, and he doesn’t even know who she is.” You rant, waving your hands wildly in frustration, recounting the drama from your last class as you and Miguel take the back way to your next classes. You’re walking down the cracked sidewalk, the large looming trees above, birds singing in their branches, it’s quiet, no one else is around.

Miguel hums in halfhearted acknowledgment, and you look over at him, slowing your pace.

“Sorry, I know I’m being dramatic, but it just pisses me off.” You say, and Miguel can see you curling in on yourself.

“Don’t apologize, I’m just enjoying listening.” He says, trying to blink himself out of the trace your beauty has put him in. “And looking at you.”

You look so pretty, your hair tied up, a few strands falling perfectly, framing your face, the sun on your skin, the flowers blooming on the trees and bushes behind you.

You give him a shy smile, looking up at him through your mascara adorned lashes. “You’re so sweet.”

It’s his turn to be shy, and he ducks his head. “It’s easy to be sweet to you, you deserve it.”

You smack his arm playfully, full on beaming at him now. “Shut up, I adore you.”

I love you. The words sit on the tip of his tongue, poised, ready for action, but he chokes them down. “Now who’s being too sweet?”

You giggle, and it’s like music, like bells, like everything he’s ever wanted to hear. He loves to hear you laugh.

Miguel wants to kiss you, but he knows once he starts, he won’t be able to stop, and you both have classes to get to.

“Yeah, yeah, but anyways, so Dr. Wrinkler is like young man she is the very reason we’re reading this book. And dumbass just says I thought we were reading Hamlet because of Hamlet. Literally starts arguing with the professor! And I’m just sitting there dumbfounded, but also happy because I didn’t actually read the chapter before class, so I don’t mind him wasting class time.” You admit, giving Miguel an impish smile.

“My girlfriend, the ever-diligent student, is secretly a rule breaker, who would’ve known?” He jokes, glancing over at you when you stop dead in your tracks. “What’s wrong?”

You smile and go up on your toes, pressing your lips against his cheek. “I just don’t think I’ve ever heard you call me your girlfriend before; I like it.”

His cheeks warm and he ducks his head. “I…I like it too.”

You coo at him and smother his face with quick kisses, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him down to your height, angling your lips against his in a way that feels both romantic and wildly inappropriate. His head spins and he can’t stop a whimper from escaping when your nails graze against the nape of his neck, and your tongue traces the seam of his lips.

You smile against him, tangling your hands in his hair, manicured nails massaging his scalp, his glasses digging into the bridge of his nose a bit. He doesn’t care, you could devour him, break him into tiny pieces, melt him down, mold him into something new, whatever you want as long as you keep kissing him.

His hands go to your waist, pulling you closer, instinct taking over as he explores every inch of your mouth, the tip of his tongue running across yours, his grip tightening when he feels your breathing speed up.

You break away, breathing harshly, leaning into him like your knees are weak. “You’re um—you’re really good at that.”

“Only with you, mi dulce.” He says, and it’s not a lie, it’s the truest thing he knows. He likes kissing you, it comes naturally, everything he does you like and vice versa, there’s no wrong moves with you. “You inspire greatness in me.”

“Who knew you had such a silver tongue?” You tease, looking up at him with your pupils blown wide, your hands trailing lower, caressing his broad back.

Maybe he could convince you to skip class?

“If you would let me, I could show you more of it.” The words are honeyed, far smoother than he thought they would be, and Miguel holds his breath as he waits for your response.

Your breath catches in your throat and blink at him, stunned, flustered, lips parted in shock, or maybe anticipation? It’s an intoxicating expression, one that fuels him, fills him with courage.

“Déjame mostrarte cómo me has inspirado, mi musa, déjame arrodillarme ante ti, pintarte, tocarte, adorarte.” He whispers, drunk on your reaction, on the feeling of all your attention focused solely on him. Trsl: Let me show you how you have inspired me, my muse, let me kneel before you, paint you, touch you, worship you.

“Oh…” You breathe out, as you tilt your head subconsciously, your eyes flickering down to his lips.

He doesn’t need any other instruction, and he closes the distance, humming at the way you melt into him. He could do this forever, just you and him in the quiet of the day, sheltered by the shadow of the trees.

A sharp wolf whistle breaks you two apart.

“Damn, y/n, is that Honor Council approved?” Kelsy, one of your sisters’ calls, making you turn on your heel.

“I don’t know, why don’t you tell me, Ms. Honor Council Chairman?” You call back, rolling your eyes playfully.

“It’s not, but we’re going to be late for class, so I’ll excuse it.” Kelsy says, linking her arm with yours and pulling you towards the direction of your class, casting a sympathetic look over her shoulder towards Miguel. “Sorry lover boy, gotta steal your girl, good grades and all that.”

He just nods, feeling back in that daze from before. It’s only the sight of you blowing him a kiss that breaks the trance, and he forces himself to head to his own class, the feeling of your lips on his still lingering.

I KNOW THIS ONE IS SHORT BUT I'M TRAINING THE NEW GIRL AT WORK SO I'VE HAD ZERO TIME TO WRITE + EDIT, SO THIS IS ALL I'VE GOT TILL SHE CAN STAND ON HER OWN SO SORRYYYY

TL: @bat-bae, @nyctophilic0vitnir, @smokeywhalee, @obi-mom-kenobi, @prowlingforfood, @penggion, @crystal-crax, @oharasfilipinawife, @generalkenobitrash, @melsimps, @chrishy973, @farrowroyale, @palesatan, @scaryplanetdestroyer, @denzmallows, @36namey, @scoobysnakz, @ihateuguys, @idkbros-world @smartyren, @deputy-videogamer, @blackrose8425, @amberpanda99, @marshhbs, @queerponcho

[flokali]

I need a smidgen, a drip, a smudge of the feeling of getting fucked by Zhongli and he's pressing down on your lower stomach. He's pressing down on your womb, making it press harder against his cock. He can feel the way his cock just parts your walls, how deep it's going, he can feel his hardness. He takes your hand and places it there. He's fucking you nice and slow. "Feel that, dearest? That's how... Deep... I am in you." His half lidded eyes just hypnotizing you and he fucks you harder when you became too dazed. "I want you awake for this, my love. I want you to break for me, to look into my eyes while I mark you from the inside"

Warnings: afab reader, marking, dumbification/mind break-ish, sub! reader/dom! zhongli, mentions of cum, possessive behavior. ask to tag!

Moaning and s(creaming) at this….

18+ UTC!

The thing about Zhongli is that he’s both thick and long, so it’s really no surprise that he fills your hole so well.

The first time you both had sex he couldn’t really slide all of himself in, it took a lot of stretching and lube the first time he ever fully sheathed himself inside of you.

However, the feeling of overwhelming fullness that comes from the way Zhongli practically impales you on his cock is like no other; You’re always left feeling empty whenever he pulls out.

The extra pressure he applies with his large hands on your lower tummy really overwhelms you the first time, it’s like you become overly aware of every bump on his cock, every vein and slight curve of his dick.

And Zhongli? He adores the way your pussy feels even tighter than before. It’s intoxicating and it’s addicting.

The Archon always preferred slow, sensual love making over rougher, more aggressive fucking. Slowly pumping his cock in and out, using his cum from previous orgasms to facilitate his assault on your hole. He sets a rhythm, one that goes in tandem with your heart, that has your hips meeting his hungrily.

He loves seeing you like this.

One hand on your lower stomach, the other clutching your leg to spread you wide open for him. The pressure is light at first, he slowly works your tummy down until your walls are molded into the shape of his cock.

Taking your hand into his own, he presses your palm where his tip is laid inside of you.

“That’s how deep inside you I am…” He comments, his eyes glowed in the darkened room, capturing your attention.

The words aren’t vulgar but the notion has you tightening your grip around him, your legs instinctively closing against his body in an attempt to bring him closer, shove him even deeper inside your greedy hole. Your eyes involuntarily roll back inside your head as he hits the entrance to your womb.

He lets go of your leg, opting instead to tap at your cheek, demanding your attention be on him again.

“Look at me, beloved,” he grabs your chin and you try to focus on his face, however, the pleasure was becoming too much for you, “I’m going to mark you now, fill you up with my cum… you’re going to break so beautifully for me.”

It’s with that said that he finally picks up the pace, hand finally shoving against your womb, balls hitting your ass, his cock is being pumped inside you at such a pace you can feel your whole body rock in sync with the bed you laid on. His cock only grows harder inside of you, his head practically splitting your cervix open.

Your grip on reality loosens at every thrust, your thoughts focused solely on feeling good and cumming on the thick, fat cock that was violating your pussy.

You feel your tummy grow warm, and as you look down you notice a Geo symbol slowly glowing where Zhongli laid his hand. This had been his plan, to mark you both inside and out, so that whatever poor soul decided to lay eyes on you would know you belonged to him and him alone.

“Look at me, beloved,” he grabs your chin and you try to focus on his face, however, the pleasure was becoming too much for you, “I’m going to mark you now, fill you up with my cum… you’re going to break so beautifully for me.”

It’s with that said that he finally picks up the pace, hand finally shoving against your womb, balls hitting your ass, his cock is being pumped inside you at such a pace you can feel your whole body rock in sync with the bed you laid on. His cock only grows harder inside of you, his head practically splitting your cervix open.

Your grip on reality loosens at every thrust, your thoughts focused solely on feeling good and cumming on the thick, fat cock that was violating your pussy.

You feel your tummy grow warm, and as you look down you notice a Geo symbol slowly glowing where Zhongli laid his hand. This had been his plan, to mark you both inside and out, so that whatever poor soul decided to lay eyes on you would know you belonged to him and him alone.

[lovelybunn]

some hugs n cuddles !ㅤ- feat. howdy, barnaby and eddie

warning(s): none.

author's note: y'know i just HAD to feed on the delusional fantasy by writing for the big boy trio... (also this is lowkey established relationship)

🐛  howdy pillar .

Howdy whistles contently to himself while organizing the shelves of his store. His work is cut short by the familiar jingle of the bell at the entrance, alerting him of your presence.  “Howdy, neighbor, welcome to my bodega! Anything you need, I got it for ya. How can I be of service?” Howdy greets you with a warm smile as you step inside.

You walk up to the front counter and clear your throat. “I know this is not what you're currently selling, but…” Howdy's big, buggy eyes twinkled, “What is it? I can get it in stock in a jiffy, if you'd like!” You awkwardly press your lips into a thin line and exclaim, “It's not a product.” 

“Oh?” He pauses. “Then what is it?” He asks slowly, the gentle baritone of his voice flowing through your eardrums. His eyebrows furrow and antennae shuffle with worry. You snicker and wave your hand dismissively, “Hey, don't give me that look! I wanted a hug!”

The frown on his fluffy face soon molded into a bright smile. "Oh, then why didn't ya just say that, lovebug?" He rushes over from behind the counter and swoops you off your feet. Howdy's lower pair of arms kept you up as he wraps his upper pair around your waist. He gently squeezes you close. "You're the cutest, (Name)!" The two of you giggle, giving sweet butterfly kisses against each other's noses.

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getting cuddles/hugs from this man is absolute heaven for ppl that are chronically touch starved (like me—)

howdy's two pairs of arms will give all the affection anyone would need in their entire life. like boy will have two arms wrapped around your waist, one hand caressing your cheek, and the last one intertwined with your fingers <333

he doesn't wanna bend over, so he'll pick u up alot tho… (he's old and carries boxes all the time, his back don't need all that, alr?)

he's very soft. he has fur/fluff. (yes, i am basing that off of clownsuu's design, and what?)

and i feel like he would just love holding you anyway. ur just so small compared to him and he wants to protect you, y'know?

i personally see howdy being the papa of the neighborhood, taking care of everyone alongside poppy (but he's a lil bit more strict than she is about it lmao)

hear me out on this one guys…. i know that most ppl portray him as this chatterbox, but he knows how and when to listen. 

howdy will make sure that u never feel unheard or unloved, the sweet boy will make it his mission to put a smile on that adorable face of urs

🌭 barnaby b beagle .

Barnaby slouches in the bench chair and sighs. He takes a bite out of his hotdog when his eyes trail to a familiar face, walking up to him. "Ah, ey, kiddo. Whatchu want?" He gives you a relaxed smile. "I wanted to ask you for something."

He tilts his head, eyebrow raised. "Hmm? Go on, I got time." You take in a deep breath, "Hey Barnaby, Can you…" You pause as he leans closer to you. "Can you hold me? I've had kinda a rough day, and you're my go-to." He takes the last bite of his hotdog and pats his lap. " 'Course, kid. You can stay as long as you like."

Just as soon as you get his permission, you're sitting with your back towards him, his big paws placed gently across your belly. His plump figure makes it easy for you to practically sink into him like a fresh new couch. He hums a contented tune near your ear; your face warms up into a joyful grin.

Barnaby glances at you, "Ey, kiddo." You hum in response. "Y'know, I think Sally got a little bit of some competition; your smile alone could light up this whole neighborhood." You roll your eyes, a slight snicker escaping from your lips. "You're just saying that to make me feel better." He held you closer, shaking his head. Barnaby's large thumb caresses the palm of your right hand, tracing circles around its surface. "Nah, hon. It's all truth. I mean, ya must be some kinda treat, cuz I always catch myself gawking at the sight of you."

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boy's soft and plump like a giant life size pillow fr <3333 (human or dog ver, idc)

for dog ver, he loves being scratched behind his big ol ears !!!

gives bear hugs unintentionally

does that circle thing with ur palm

the dog be cooking tho. no, fr, he is the best cook in the neighborhood (and his love language is literally food) so if u need some support, he'll whip it up and serve it to u on a silver platter !!

also puns for days.. he wants to make everyone smile and laugh, u included. barnaby cannot stand a frown on a fellow neighbor's face.

Uncle-That-Smokes-Weedcore ™

he gives the best advice (when he wants to, that is. sometimes he'll say something stupid to see if whoever he gave the advice to will actually do it ;D) why do u think wally tells the man everything?

💌 eddie dear .

Eddie quickly walks to the door of his post office, filled with gratitude for another great hard day's work. As soon as he walks through the door, you rush over to give him a tender embrace. He chuckles, “Hey there, darlin'! Did my babydoll miss me?” With your face buried in his chest, you muffle out a "Mhm." Eddie's face beams, patting your back. "Well, I missed you too, honey." He places three soft kisses on you, one on your forehead, and the other two on either cheek.

Eddie tries to move forward, but you don't budge. Your arms are glued tight to him. "Uh, darlin'...? I– I gotta get unready, y'know? Please let go of me." He chuckles nervously. He tries to sneakily pull your arms away, but you speak before he's given the chance. "You've been gone all day, dear. Can't I hug you a little while longer?" You look up at him. The pleading look in your eyes melts the poor mailman's heart within seconds. "Alright, alright, fine! But just for a few minutes. I'd like to change into less sweaty clothes at some point."

The two of you just relax there for a moment, limbs wrapped delicately around each other. Absent-mindedly, Eddie guides you into somewhat of a slow dance, and your bodies sway back and forth as you and Eddie sink deeper into one and other's touch. After about a minute, he kisses your forehead again, then pulls away. "You satisfied, love?" You smile and nod slowly, "Yes, very."

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smooches for dayssss

most days this golden retriever man will lift u up, spin u around and DROWN U in kisses, but (obv) on busier days, hes a lot more relaxed about it

his love language is words of affirmation (so lots of pet names if u couldn't tell)

hand-holding at all times (when given opportunity)

EDDIE DEAR IS A POET. BOY WRITES U LOVE LETTERS EVERY OTHER DAY, ALL OF WHICH IS HANDMADE, ALL THE WAY DOWN TO THE ENVELOPE.

is it weird that i see eddie and frank as my gay parents? (yeah we ARE the two gay married men w/ their autistic child trope.)

eddie would be that crazy country dad who would with zero hesitation pull a gun on someone hurting his baby

but fr, if u were feeling sad boy would pull out the arts and crafts and go bonkers with it. like "awh, yer sad??? let's make origami butterflies to make u feel better c:"

[bradshawsbitch]

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⁘ bradley bradshaw, the notoriously ill mannered head chef at the small franchise pub down the street, is quite content with his fast paced job. no commitments or obligations outside of his kingdom of sharp knives, pots, pans, prep work and a shot of jäger after a double. that is until a new waitress is hired, and suddenly his strict and rigid rules of no obligations or commitments starts to waver. . .

› pairing; bradley bradshaw x f!reader

word count; ~ 3.2K

× chapter warnings; swearing, see general story warnings, mature content, mentions of food

disclaimer; first of all, thank you!! for being so understanding and amazing about this story. i am so overwhelmed with love for all of you who keep being excited about my surly chef, even after all this time. second of all, i am sorry for it having been an 'all this time' - your support means everything to me. thank you again ❤

this chapter was super hard for me to write, which is why it's a little shorter, and perhaps more of a filler and a thank you to my readers. please be aware that the prose may be a little rusty as i am slowly getting back into writing again ❤

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Soft little sighs, muffled by muted green sheets fill the room as rays of the morning sun turns harsher the higher it rises in the sky. Noon is approaching, unbeknownst to the two laying still in bed. A Monday, which for many means the start of a new week, gone is the restful weekend and labor is nigh. For the two forms in bed though, the pace of mere mortals were not applicable. A waitress and a chef could sleep in, for their holy day was indeed Monday. Most restaurants were closed, or very slow come Monday - which gave those weary souls a day to rest. 

Turning slowly, the woman burrow deeper into the sheets, a small smile tugging on the corners of her lips as she heard Bradley’s soft, sleepy grunt as his arms tightened around her naked midsection. He hasn’t awoken yet, and neither had you, not fully at least. Sleepy eyes were slow to open, blinking rapidly to adjust to the light that surrounds the two of you. 

Waking up next to Rooster’s warm form sent a pleasant shiver down your spine. Seeing the way his eyelashes flutter, the way his lips are ever so slightly parted - his cupid’s bow defined so prettily beneath that lovely facial hair of his… the way freckles dot along the bridge of his nose… tan skin so beautiful, ridges, freckles and spots that adorn his skin. Sleepily, you let your finger trace over those shapely shoulders, where, much like the stars the freckles dot all the more frequently. 

“Bambi…” Rooster grunts, voice raspy and breathless - the mere mention of your nickname makes those fluttery wings of butterflies flap helplessly within your chest. His hold on you tightens again, drawing you in towards his chest. One arm embraces your form soothingly, as the other gently tucks your head into his chest, a large thigh suddenly nudging its way in between yours to rest. This position he also adjusts, letting the hand that had rested in its embrace slide slowly down past your bottom, ghosting over your thigh before gripping just above your knee - drawing it up high on his thigh. 

A content sigh leaves his lips as his thumb draws soothing circles on the bare skin that’s still in his firm hold, pleased with how he’s molded you into his form. You fit quite nicely here, he reflects as you start to place small kisses against Bradley’s sternum - he’s warm from sleep, radiating calm and safety as he holds you near. 

“Getting enough air in there, sweets?” he rumbles after a few moments of your face buried in the dip between his pecs, lips ghosting over his sternum every now and then. Nodding, you let out a soft ‘mhm’ in reply as you trace your hands over the ridges of his hips and waist, gently letting yourself explore his adonis belt and lower abdomen. 

Bradley lets out the softest of noises, a choked moan that seems to catch in the back of his throat as his pubic hair tickles the back of your hand as you leave feather light touches closer and closer to where he needs you. His grip on you has tightened, and his nose and lips are pressed tight against your hair where he inhales deeply. His palm is flexing, tensing and kneading where his palm is spread on your thigh - he hesitates for only a short moment before he uses his strength to pull your leg further over his hip.

A small gasp and a pathetic whine slips past your lips as your lower body joins where your hand had been exploring just seconds ago. Drawing your hand back, you feverishly grasp at Bradley’s neck, shuffling to tilt your head back up to catch his lips with yours, your body fluid and ever moving against his large form. Pressing, pushing, pulling– the leg Rooster had pulled closer now draws him in to you, the whole length of your naked body pressed against his sturdy one. 

“Fuck, Bambi…” he groans as you grip the short hair at the nape of his neck before your lips chase his, you whine again as Rooster’s palm slides up to grip the flesh of your ass, kneading and grinding you against his hardening cock. 

“Bradley!” you gasp as you feel his warm, soft skin run along your sensitive clit. Another whimper leaves you, clinging on to his shoulders, drawing him in with all the strength your sore muscles can muster. You need to be closer, need to have him surrounding you in every sense. Bradley hums deep in his chest as his lips stray from yours to leave chaste kisses along your neck, his hot tongue laving over points he discovered you were responsive to yesterday. 

Bradley’s hand drifts from your waist, up to tease at your nipple, pinching, pulling gently before letting his palm envelop your flesh, kneading and drawing out soft little moans from you before he traces his fingers down your stomach, down to where you’re rutting against his upper thigh. 

“What’s my needy little baby want, hm?” his raspy morning voice reverberates in your ears, and as he speaks he lets the rough pad of his index finger press against your clit, slowly drawing languid circles in time with your desperate movements. 

“Need you…” you whine, frustrated that he thought now was a good time to tease you. His soft chuckle in response draws the least intimidating little growl out of you, and Bradley can only smile as he places a soft kiss to your lips 

“Relax,” he whispers “we’ve got all the time in the world, sweetheart,” as he says this, a single thick finger gently eases back and forth over your slick folds before pushing inside. Bradley slowly moves in and out of you, lips attached to the junction of your neck and shoulder, drawing small moans out of you as he works you open for him. 

If yesterday had been frantic and explosive, today Bradley was savoring you. He wanted to memorize every sound you made, every move of your body as it reacted to his touch, every mewl of his name falling from parted lips. As he worked three fingers into you, he could hear your breathing pick up slightly, your grip on his bicep tightening and loosening rapidly, and he couldn’t help the smirk that grew against your salty skin. 

“You gon’ cum for me, sweet little Bambs?” he muttered, and you could only nod as your moans turned high pitched, Rooster never slowing or altering his movements as your body shook against his own as you tipped over the edge on his fingers. Bradley moaned low at the sight of you. 

“Look like a fuckin’ angel cumming on my fingers…” he murmured “Fuck, darling, you make me so fuckin’ hard.” 

Pulling his fingers out of you, he used your slick to coat his cock, languidly stroking himself as you came down from your first high. Panting, you nudged your nose against his, lips connecting in a fleeting kiss before you felt the nudge of his swollen tip against your puffy entrance. “Please,” you whispered softly against his lips, fleetingly catching a glimpse of those amber eyes. They were so intense, but you couldn’t look away if your life depended on it. 

At that first gentle push, your breath stuttered against Bradley’s parted lips. His cock was slowly inching into you, and even if he’d made a point to carefully prepare you for him, that initial stretch felt otherworldly - had he been this big yesterday too? 

Grunting, Bradley’s eyes fluttered shut. Gripping his bicep, you inhaled sharply, pressing your forehead against his as he stilled. “You alright, baby?” he murmured, his hand moving to soothe up and down your back, making your chest flutter with emotion. 

“Yeah- just… were you this big last night?” you moaned, and Rooster couldn’t help the small laugh that left him, before he reached up to cup your cheek. Moving away a little, he let his adoring gaze roam over your face. The cute scrunch of your nose, the thin sheen of sweat making you glow, eyes alight with lust and… Bradley blinked, taking in the way your chest heaved, the way his body was molded against yours, your warmth and your trust - it made him dizzy. 

“More… please, Bradley,” your voice was soft, and you slowly moved closer to his chest, nuzzling your face into his neck where your lips flitted over the skin of his throat, along the long line that went across it, up to his jaw and back down to gently suckle at the skin near his collarbones. 

Letting his strong arms wrap around you, Bradley moved against you, one hand slowly ghosting over your skin to grip your thigh as his cock slid deeper and deeper into your core, finally bottoming out as he gently pushed at the small of your back to tilt your hips just right. Small little noises reverberated against his warm skin, and he felt your lips leave wet traces as you occupied your mouth with his neck and shoulders. 

“You okay, Cookie?” he murmurs against your ear as he rocks his hips slightly against you. The soft mewl you let out fills his chest with pride, and something like a fierce need to protect you, to make sure you’re taken care of. 

“So good, Roos’” the words were slightly slurred against the naked skin of his shoulder, and he grunted softly as he yet again used his strength to form your body against his. His large palm resumed their hold right above your knee, drawing it upwards as he pressed your bottom down against himself. Almost as if he was rocking your body against his instead of the other way around. 

“Sound so pretty for me, darlin’” Bradley murmured, gently nudging your chin with his nose, lips hovering over your skin - he needed you to look at him. Needed to see the way those sweet eyes betrayed adoration, betrayed lust and need and want and… trust. He needed to see how much you depended upon him - how you’d given yourself to him to cherish. 

As with every other thing, you were so responsive to him. To his voice, touch - it was dizzying, truly. Your glittering eyes held his, and he moaned low in his throat as he felt the way you squeezed him as you caught sight of his face. He could feel his heartrate picking up, could feel the way his breath were coming in shorter bursts, and it fucking turned him on to no end that that drew the softest of little mewls from you - made your brows pinch in that cute little needy fashion he’d noticed only once yesterday. 

“You okay, my little Bambs?” he murmured softly, letting his lips brush against yours lovingly “I’m so okay,” you whispered against him, your hands slowly running across his muscled chest, nails leaving soft little tendrils of pleasure as they went. 

“You’re so beautiful,” Rooster confessed breathlessly, grunting softly at the end as his cock slid, if possible, even deeper into your heat - as your hips started rutting against his movements. The soft moan of his name made him groan, fucking into you more languidly - slow, steady and deep. The hand that wasn’t gripping your thigh, keeping it hitched high over his hip, returned to squeeze and knead at the flesh of your breast. Fuck, he loved your tits. Loved your body, loved– his breath hitched in his throat, heart almost doing fucking double time… 

Blinking, he let out a shuddering breath before letting his mouth leave a wet trail down your throat, before his lips enclosed on your nipple, his tongue teasing and flicking against the nub. At the sensation of Bradley’s hot tongue on your sensitive breasts, you let out a high pitched moan, pushing your chest against Bradley’s face as your hands flew to his curls, gripping tight as you panted wildly. You were so sensitive, and Bradley’s cock was stretching you, pulling and pushing so so slow - and yet he made it feel so fucking good. You could almost feel every ridge and vein as the drag of his cock made wetness drip from your core, down his length, making a mess of his pubic hair… He was fucking you so incredibly, right there in his bed, that you’d both shared that night. 

You cried out his name again, ending almost on a sob as he pushed his cock deep inside just as he let his lips latch on to your flesh, giving it a heady suckle - his facial hair scratching just hard enough to bring tears to your eyes from the pleasurable sensation. That pressure was building again, deep in your core, building and getting more and more tense. He was everywhere, just like you’d wanted. Filling you, tasting you, gripping you… his smell was surrounding you, the feel of his hair, the warmth of his body, his sweat glowing like a halo around his body in the morning sun as the muscles in his back rippled and moved. 

“Bradley!” you sobbed pathetically, clawing and clinging to him, he must have felt how close you were. Your pussy was pulsing around his thick dick, your arousal dripping down his balls at this point. He was grunting and moaning against your flesh, and you desperately tried to rut your hips, needing more, more more– but he kept his slow, deep pace. His cock barely left your cunt before he pushed deep, each stroke of his cock hitting that spot that you hadn’t been sure if it existed or not. 

“That’s it, baby,” Bradley’s voice sounded wrecked and broken as he released your now glistening nipple. “Can feel you squeezing my dick,” he sounded almost smug - you hated that it almost turned you on. His large hand was still palming at your tit as he nipped and kissed gently at your jaw, your hands still tugging desperately on his hair.

“N-need more,” you gasped, pleading with him as you looked down on him. Those amber eyes of his were shadowed by heady lust, and he just smirked softly before shaking his head ever so slightly “No,” he muttered, kissing your chin as you cried out, the tears that had burned behind your lids slowly running down your cheeks.

“Fuck,” he gasped, his cock twitching deep within your pussy “so pretty, darling, crying for more of my cock,” he whispered, you couldn’t do more than nod and keen, letting out small cries and whimpers as you felt your core clench around him harder, chasing that high so desperately. 

“You’ll cum from this, baby.” he rasped “You don’t need more.” he decided- It felt like he was cradling your body in his hands, molding and shaping, pushing, pulling, playing with you as if you were only made for him. And he was right. As he spoke those words, a shocked gasp tore through your throat as you cried and sobbed, white hot pleasure rolling through your body in waves as you shook and shook, convulsing slightly with every thrust that Bradley’s swollen tip hit that sensitive spot deep within your core. 

“Fuck–” Bradley moaned loudly, “atta girl,” he praised, voice breaking slightly as your hips rolled and shook in his hold “Fuck, Bambi- I’m gon’...” his chest rose and fell rapidly, his shoulders and back muscles rippling as he fought to hang on to see you through your high, not sure if he could–

“Cum in me,” you whined softly, needing him. Needing him everywhere. At those words, Bradley shattered. He couldn’t hold on if his life depended upon it. With a long, low moan of your name, his hips stuttered, once twice, stilling deep within you as he gasped and his warm release filled you, over and over as his cock pulsated through his high. 

“Jesus, darling…” Bradley gasped and moaned low as your cunt throbbed around his still hard dick, milking him of the last of his orgasm. “So good… so fuckin’ beautiful… soft ‘n pretty,” he was murmuring now, kissing his pretty words into the skin of your chest. He finally released his grip on your thigh, palms gently smoothing over the area, ghosting over your skin as his strong arms wrapped around your waist, keeping you close to him as you both caught your breaths. 

“Bradley,” you murmured lovingly, nuzzling into his warmth, it was hard to describe how you were feeling - but it felt weird. Good, but a little jarring. You’d never experienced sex in this fashion before - not entirely sure you’d even experienced any other partner giving you two orgasms, let alone while they were actually inside of you. Your heart was fluttering fast and hard, and the tears that had run down your cheeks had all but dried, but it felt as if the high was lingering - clouding your mind and making you feel so utterly vulnerable. 

Perhaps he could sense it, perhaps he could hear it in the smallness of your voice, but slowly he’d ushered you to rest against the broad expanse of his chest as he softly shushed and murmured against your skin. “You’re alright, darlin’ - did so good.” in the fluffy state your mind was in, you hadn’t really gathered that you were whimpering and making noises as Bradley held you. 

“There you are, baby… you’re alright, you’re safe - I’ve got you honey… fuck - that was incredible… you’re incredible,” he let out a small laugh as his strong hands moved up and down your spine, the other gently stroking over your hair as he murmured praise and soft words of encouragement in your ear. Tilting your head back, you took in the tenderness of his brown eyes, and you smiled softly up at him. 

“That’s it, there’s my beautiful Bambi,” Rooster murmured before placing a small kiss on your nose. “Gave unsteady legs a new meanin’ huh?” he rasped, grinning as you swatted at his chest, although you couldn’t help the amused smile that stretched on your lips. 

“Do we have to get up?” you murmured, pouting softly at the thought of leaving this heavenly moment. You didn’t want to walk out into the harshness, the cold, the bitter. You wanted to stay here, in Bradley’s arms where everything was okay, everything was safe and covered in a thick layer of fluffy soft clouds. 

“Not right now,” Bradley murmured against the top of your head “I have to get up to cook you something of substance to eat in a while, but you don’t have to worry your pretty little head about that just yet,” he smiled, placing a reassuring kiss against your hair. You smiled softly at the thought, a content sigh making your form rise and fall gently in his hold.

“You never stop working, do you?” you teased.

“Well, hate to break it to ya, Bambs - but people will unfortunately always need to eat,” rolling your eyes, you felt the head chef had earned another light slap against his chest - the only answer was a rumbling sort of laughter that made his chest vibrate slightly against your touch. 

“And cooking for you isn’t a job,” he said casually “it’s something I love doing.”

For some reason, those small words sent a strong wave of emotion through your body, awakening the flutters of butterfly wings again. This time they were not only contained to your stomach, but seemed to flutter and spread warmth and overwhelming, nearly suffocating emotions all through your body. Choked up, you merely squeezed Bradley as tight as your muscles would allow it before offering him the most sincere

“Thank you.”

[gauloiseblue]

hi! Idk if your doing requests buuuuuut

I was wondering if I could do a smut request, but based on the song animals by maroon 5? Main character for the smut request, Konig and y/n reader 🤣🤣 Just watched the music video and thought of him instantly

Not sure if you want me to write the MV or the lyrics because they both are different 🤔 the MV has stalker vibes, and the lyrics are more about hate sex. Idk if you're comfortable with non-con, so I'll write hate sex instead.

[18+ | Adult Content MDNI | TW: slightly dub-con, it's pure PWP y'all]

A squeak comes out forced from your lips, as a heavy body squashed you against the wall.

“Is this how you’re gonna play?” A rough voice of a man stifles the air from your lungs, “Is this how you play your game?”

“What are you—umphh!” Your words were muffled as a large hand seized your mouth.

“You told me you loved me, but it was a lie, wasn’t it?” He growls, and fear begins to grip your heart, “You mold yourself into a perfect doll for a man to have and love, only to leave him after you found another man to play with.”

Your body flails around, trying to gain purchase on him. Though it’s no avail, since he has his tight grips on your body.

“You don’t want love, don’t you?” He hisses against your ear, sending goosebumps all over your skin. “You want to be chased, want to be bent over the desk and fucked so hard, you can’t even think.”

You whine when his hand slips under your skirt, and past the appropriate zone for a man to touch. He hooks his fingers around your laced thongs, before you feel the drag of the garment against your skin. Only this time, it lacks the intimacy that once signatured his foreplay.

The undergarment falls to your feet, and your cheeks heat up in shame as the cold air touches your sex. Though it’s not long until a warm finger slides between your folds. “You’re wet already.” You could almost hear his grin, “You’re never this wet when I made love with you.”

Your pupils were blown when you noticed the movement against your lower belly, along with the harsh sound of a metal zipper. You wiggle against him, and it only produces the opposite effect of your hope as you feel his bulge growing.

“Stay.” He barks his command, and you hate the way your body obeys instantly. “Good girl.”

There’s an undeniable anticipation in your breath, as you keep your eyes on his while he rubs the tip between your folds. Dragging the slick of your core to your clit, smearing the rest to your thighs. His eyes burn with lust and unspeakable ire, as he pushes himself into you.

His sudden intrusion and the lack of preparedness inflict you with a burn, as he stretches you open without warning. You cry out against his palm, face contorts in a way one would mistaken it for crying. It doesn’t hurt you as much as you thought, but it still feels as if he’s impaling you with his cock.

“Scheiße,” He curses under his breath, “Did those men even fuck you at all?”

You shake your head, both as an answer and a sign that you can’t take it.

“‘S that so?” He watches you under him, noticing the glaze on your eyes. “No wonder you’re so tight.”

“Please—” You whimpered as his hand moved away from your mouth, “Please, I can’t—”

“You’ve taken my cock before, you can take it now.”

A cry of surprise falls from your lips as he lifts you up, with his arms under your thighs, holding your bums with his large hands. His clutches split your hole open, allowing him to have more room for his length.

You instinctively wrap your hands around his neck, clinging to him as you feel yourself sliding down. Words turn into moans as you sink down on his cock, slow and torturous, that you can feel his tip spreading your walls open. The grip of your pussy seems to intoxicate him, as he stumbles forward, pressing you further against the wall.

“You missed this, didn’t you?” He whispered against your ear, and you could see his smirk even with your eyes closed. “Shouldn’t have left when you wanted to be fucked like this."

His hips begin to move in rhythms, thrusting in and out slowly at first, before he cranks up his pace.

Your eyes roll up as you feel stuffed, so full, until all of the other senses are deactivated. All you can feel is just the drag of his cock. A small noise rolls out of your tongue, and it sounds awfully alike to his name.

He grabs you by your chin, as he forces you to look at him. “Tell me you miss me.” He snarled, and you whined at his tightening grip.

“I miss you.”

You see his lips twist into a cruel smile, as he relishes in your obedience. You didn’t like it at all, since his thoughts were apparent for you to read, but you couldn’t find yourself denying him.

“Tell me you love me.”

He yanks your face towards him until your lips almost touch his, leaving only a millimeter of space between them. You can feel his breath on you, and the heat of his skin against yours as he ruts into you.

"Say that you love me." His grip on you turns rougher—more desperate, and it reflects in his every thrust. "Say it."

You bit your lip as an attempt to stifle your voice, and any word that you might end up regretting for saying. But with each snap of his hips and his pelvis rubbing against your clit, you find it increasingly hard to contain your moan.

You squeal when he thumbs your clit, slow enough that he wouldn't make you cum by accident. You cry out, one leg flailing uselessly as your body succumbs under his control. His arm flexes under your thigh, as he keeps you still throughout his erratic thrusts.

"Say it, and I'll let you cum." He growls, "Say it!"

"I love you—!" You sobbed, head lulls back to his shoulder. "I love you, I love you—love you, please—"

A small shudder passes through his body upon hearing those words, as pitiful as it might be. It only takes a mere second before he puts his thumb to work, granting you the high you've been chasing.

Your body shakes against him, as a loud moan rushes out from your lungs. The sweet release you've been craving in your lonely nights comes crashing down on you, and your eyes snap open from both pleasure and shock. You're shock at the realization that it was him who fulfill your appetite, and shock that he's fucking you raw.

He comes before you could even say a word, not even a time to shove him away, as he stuffs you with his cum. Filling you to the brim, until you're certain it'll drip out the moment he pulls out.

A mordant smile crosses his face the moment your eyes meet. Even with the heavy pants in his breath, you can sense the boiling spite in his tone,

“Maybe next time, you should think twice before leaving me.”

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Distraction - Joel Miller

Paring: Pre-Outbreak!Joel Miller x Fem!Reader

Warning: 18+, Smut, Dom/Sub, Car sex(ish?), Vaginal Fingering, Hand Kink, Dirty Talk, Older Man/Younger Women, Established Relationship, My Shitty Writing.

A/N: I've had this idea in mind for a few months and I'm pretty pleased with how it turned out so I hope all the slutty Joel lovers enjoy.

Kinktober 27 - Car Sex

Romantic oldies played on the radio as you sat in the passenger seat, chin weighing in the palm of your hand while your teeth sunk tightly into your lip, acting as if you were gazing out the window at the radiant stars filling the sky. 

Though the night was beautiful, you had something else on your mind for the past hour, Joel Miller. 

 His arm was across the truck's center console with his large, appealing hand reached across, comfortably cupping your inner thigh, fingers molding into your plushness, while the other remained on the steering wheel. 

This simple, loving action reminded you of the lustful effect he had on your body. 

You looked to the side and gave yourself a moment to admire your partner. His coffee-brown gaze concentrated on the dimly lit road ahead with small wrinkles creasing near his eyes, graying scuffle along his jaw, leading up to his teased hair. Your legs pushed together, seeking relief from the ache between your legs.  

“See somethin’ you like, sugar?” Joel interrupted your train of thought with that husky, southern accent.  

“Maybe,” You shoot a flirtatious smile his way, feeling his thumb graze back and forth across your smooth, supple skin, making a shiver roll down your spine. 

It was instinctive nature to be close to you, always touching you in some way, just like he was now. Occasionally, he would remove himself to take sips of his coffee but always returned to give a light squeeze. Not only was praise his love language but so was physical touch. It was such a comfortable position, he could drive like this for hours, you by his side, his hand settled in your lap, warming from the skin-to-skin contact. 

It was a very loving action, but at times, it was torturous teasing. You hoped he’d just pull over for a spontaneous fuck, moving to the back and watching cars drive past while the truck rocked back and forth, and the windows steam from your hot, heavy breaths.

“You know, sweetheart, we still gotta few hours to go and I can handle the rest of the way, you should try to get some sleep,” Joel suggested in that thoughtful, caring manner of his, unable to feel the heat between your legs, the reason you’d been so restless, but you weren't about to mention that. 

“I know, but I'm wide awake, I doubt I‘ll be able to fall asleep right now.” You responded with a slight shrug of your shoulders.

He nodded and looked forward, back towards the road. He slowly dragged his fingertips up, moving closer and closer to your desperate cunt. Your hips hoist themselves up slightly, needing him in these moments. 

Joel chuckled before applying another light squeeze to your luscious thigh, listening to you sigh softly, legs clasping together before he finally spoke up, “You’re so tense, sweetheart... Are you sure you don't need some- relief?”

“W-well, what do you mean?” You stammered, trying to make it seem as if you weren't currently sitting in a pool of arousal, but that longing gaze told it all. Your body burns in a feverish warmth, embarrassed to admit that simple action was the cause of this puddle beneath you. 

You’d been with Joel long enough for him to know all of your fixations. One he took to his advantage was his hands. He’d seen you looking into your lap, silently inspecting every detail, the lengthy fingers of his hand which were a warm skin tone, a callous look to them after years of hard work, picturing the numerous times they’ve been inside you, so deep that you can feel them grazing along your cervix. You shifted continuously in a desperate manner that caught his attention, and it was relatively easy to recognize what was happening. 

“Don't think I haven’t noticed the way you’ve been starin’ or the way them thighs been clenchin’ like there's no tomorrow.” Joel said, making your pussy flutter against the soft material of your panties, “I can pull over and help you unless you want me to keep on driving?” 

“I-I don’t think I can wait any longer… Please, just touch me.” You whimpered in a pathetic plea that made him take action and order. 

“need’ya to spread those beautiful legs for me, darlin’.”   

You did exactly as told, like the good girl you were, and allowed him as much access as possible while he drew your silky pajama bottoms to the side along with those cute, lacy panties of yours to unveil your aching cunt. 

“There she is...” Joel purred, resting his wrist upon your pubic bone while he took a moment to trail the tips of his fingers across your slit before parting his pointer and ring finger in a v shape, opening those puffy, wrinkled lips wide open to fully expose your arousal-soaked self before running his middle digit up and down. He proceeds to trace a few light circles on your clitoris before extending to your entrance which had been drooling. 

You inhaled sharply, ogling the sight of his hand traveling between your thighs, veins protruding in his hand, up to his forearm, just below the rolled-up sleeve of his button-up shirt. 

“Poor girl been achin’ for my touch, hasn’t she?” Joel said, pressing himself to your hole, watching you nod with those yearnful eyes and a needy, little pout, “Don't worry, darlin’, I’ll take good care of this pussy. All you gotta do is lay back and relax that pretty self for me...” 

He pushed his index and middle halfway inside, your inner walls swallowing him into complete warmth that made his cock strain in his jeans, imagining what your pussy would feel like, wrapped around him. 

Joel keeps his eyes on the road ahead, keeping steady control of the vehicle as his digits start moving in and out at a slow yet rhythmic pace, stroking your walls and massaging into the spongy tissue of your G-spot.  

“Jesus, this perfect fucking pussy, so wet and tight, it’s made to be fucked by an older man like me. Isn’t that right, sweetheart?”

“Y-yes- oh god, it feels so fucking good.” You gasped softly, melting into the passenger's seat, head tossing back and thighs spreading further apart. 

“I know, sugar,” He purred in his sweet southern draw, burying himself till he was knuckles deep inside your sweet pussy with a thick layer of arousal coating his fingers. He gradually increases his pressure and speed, causing the tension of lust to knot in your stomach.

A pornographic sound leaves your pretty little lips, making him smirk proudly and curl his fingers faster from your reaction. 

You stretched the seat belt from your torso, raising your shirt past your breasts to openly fondle yourself. It was such a scandalous image for Joel to witness, and luckily for you, at this hour of the night, no other vehicles were in sight. But with all this pleasure consuming your mind, getting noticed was the least of your concerns.

He let out a low grunt, grip tightening around the steering wheel when he catches a glimpse of the bud of your erect nipple poking between your digits while you continue massaging at the soft flesh. You moan softly, thrusting forward only pushing him deeper inside your cunt. 

“That's it, darlin’, keep rollin’ those hips. ” 

The muscles in his forearm contract, forcing a third digit inside your pussy, pressing against your g-spot at a rapid pace with the palm of his hand pressed into your neglected clit, throbbing against the pressure. 

You moaned softly, mind concentrating on the euphoric state that was pulling you even closer to the edge. 

“Come on, sweetheart, let me feel you make a mess all over my fingers.” Joel increased his speed, feeling how close you were while he watched you fall apart right then and there.

Orgasmic shockwaves grip your entire body, making your inner walls contract and squeeze around him as you release all the built-up tension. Moaning out of complete pleasure with the older man’s name written across your lips, drowning out the sound of music playing on the radio with your filthy, disgraceful noises. 

A glazed-over look filled your eyes after you came, along with a sleepy-filled high, feeling the way he carefully dragged his fingers out and raised them to his mouth, casually wiping away your wetness with his wide tongue.

“Jesus…” You mutter at the lascivious sight as he smirks mischievously. 

Proceeding to lower your shirt, you feel his hand return to your thigh, which makes a warmness flutter through you as you scooch closer and happily lace your hands around his arm. 

“Feelin’ better, honey?” Joel asked, stroking his thumb back and forth against your supple skin.

“Mhm, just the remedy I needed.” A smile spreads across your face as your eyes stay in his direction. 

The pleasant sound of music and the soft scent of cum filled the truck. Something about this intimacy, sitting in silence with the radio on low and basking in the moment with your lover, was so incredibly soothing. 

Sometimes, you wonder how you ended up with such a loving partner to call yours. It's a special feeling to have him in your life. But for now, you’ll have to wait to show your appreciation through a nice fuck, and his favorite home-cooked meal once you’re back home.

His dark brown eyes glance over, watching yours become increasingly heavy till they’re finally fluttered shut, and after a few seconds of silence, you hear his voice say ever so softly, “Get some rest, hun, I’ll wake you when we’re close to home.” 

“Mmm, thank you.” You mumbled sleepily, loosening your grip above his wrist to eventually slide down to lay your hand on his, falling asleep soon after with his soothing touch still in yours.

It was barely light outside when he pulled up to the house, shutting off the truck and looking at his sweet angel, who’d been sound asleep for the last few hours. 

Instead of waking you, which he had no intention of doing, he quietly carried you inside, up the stairs to the bedroom, where he laid you on the mattress, feeling you stir slightly in your sleep before pulling up the covers and placing a gentle kiss on your forehead, leaving you to get the rest you need.

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awaken, my love!

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Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader

warnings: AFAB reader, she/her pronouns, third person POV, oral sex, PIV sex, praise kink, shy!simon, first time (ambiguous)

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This is the end of us, Sleeping with the moon and the stars I know where you've been, oh You can see us far then near

Let me into your heart!

-Me and Your Mama/ Childish Gambino

“Well, this is the place,” she says, setting her keys and bag down on the counter. Simon is as noiseless as always, following behind her silent but for the soft shut of the door and click of the lock. 

Outside, the hum of traffic and sounds of the city are easy to hear through the thin walls. She glances nervously at him, barely able to meet his eyes as he takes her space in. He seems too big in her tiny flat, like by just walking in he made the walls shrink around him. God, was it always such a mess? The peeling wallpaper and dingy couch and perpetually leaky sink didn’t seem too bad that morning. Something familiar twists in her stomach, heats her face. 

She can’t even remember the last time she had company over. What are you even meant to bloody do?  

She settles for grabbing his wrist and leading him bodily to the couch.  “Ah, uh, please- take a seat.” He only looks a bit ridiculous, a huge tank of a man squished on an blue loveseat with frayed seams she found at Goodwill. What does he think of this little home she carved out of a mold ridden pocket of the city? Why does she care so much? 

The awkward hunch of his shoulders and untidiness of his blonde hair brings her back to herself. Laughing a bit, she sits down next to him. She can feel the heat of his body from where their thighs brush and shoulders press together. Something like anticipation coils in her stomach. 

Suddenly, she’s feeling brave. She takes one of his (intimidatingly large) hands in hers. Turns it over, traces the lines of his fingertips and the soft material of his fingerless gloves. 

She presses a kiss to the center of his palm. His eyes seem unfocused and- it’s not her imagination- trained on her lips. 

His hand is warm and surprisingly gentle when it cups her cheek. And his lips against hers even more so. Soft, slightly chapped, their mouths slide together, his hand sliding to the back of her neck, and all she can giddily think is we’re kissing, he’s kissing me, over and over like an idiot. 

She pulls away for half a second to catch a breath, stupidly sighing his name, and he crushes his mouth against hers with an unexpected vengeance. 

Their mouths work together, euphoria threatens to burst from her chest; But something keeps knocking at back of her head. A half dreamed, half baked fantasy. Simon breaks away from her lips and moves to kissing along her jaw and neck and- god, that feels nice- but she wants-

Out of nowhere, she jumps to her feet, startling him. Outside, cars honk and someone shouts. A train’s breaks squeal and rattle in its tracks. 

“I- are you alright?” 

Simon’s sitting on the couch, face flushed and scarred lips kiss bitten. His ears are pink. And between his slightly spread legs, something waiting for her. His hands clench into fists, like he can feel her eyes on him. 

“I’m doing lovely.” She sinks to her shaky knees between his. The nerves from earlier are coalescing into something white hot in her chest, between her hips. “Thanks for asking.” 

She runs a greedy hand along the inside of his thighs, feeling the heft and weight of the muscle there. Thick, strong- she wonders absently what the hell he does for a living to look like this. She wonders less absently what else must be thick and strong. 

He’s clearly feeling something- when she risks a glance up, his eyes are nearly all pupil, his mouth slightly parted, his chest barely moving. When she gives up any subtlety and nuzzles her face into the heavy, cargo pants-covered bulge, his breath hitches, but he makes no move to touch her.  He doesn’t grab her and force her down, or tug hard on her hair. The polite man takes whatever she will give him. 

His eyes close completely and his hips buck just a bit when she runs a hand over his clothed groin, gives him a gentle squeeze. “How’s this, love?” She asks, unable to stop herself from laying a kiss on him. “Feels nice?”

His answering  yes is so low she can barely hear it. Nonetheless she unbuttons, unbuckles, unzips her way to- at last, victory. 

Surprisingly thick and as flushed as his face, his cock rests in her hands quite nicely. She gives him a few gentle tugs, eyes trained on how he tips his head back, how his chest somehow heaves silently. What would she have to do to make him give up his control? How far would she have to go? 

She settles on swallowing him down as far as he can go in one full swing. It’s alot to take, but she’s no quitter. He’s thick and heavy on her tongue-and his answering gasp is music to her ears. 

Breathing through her nose, she lets drool gather along him, running her hands along his twitching thighs. One of his shaky hands grabs hers- the other holds on for dear life to her squished (also Goodwill) couch pillow. She smirks around his cock, humming, pleased. His hips jerk at the sensation.  

She releases him, just for a second, wrapping a hand around him to keep him company. His hips are making desperate little bucking motions into her hand, clearly against his will. His eyes are unfocused and trained on his cock in her fist, but when her other hand squeezes his, he meets her gaze- dark eyes hold hers for only a few seconds before it clearly becomes too much. 

He shakes his head, tipping his head back, hips jerking when she begins to move her hand. He seems a bit less restrained, but not quite there yet. She swallows him down again, sighing through her nose,  like this is just what she needed after a long day, to hear his helpless muffled sounds. 

 Suddenly a big hand is on her head, against her cheek, not helpless after all. Mouth still hugging his cock, she looks up through slightly teary eyes- his face is that of a man holding on by a thread, panting and flushed. 

But there’s a gleam in his wine-dark eyes that wasn’t there before. So she generously lets him sink down to the earth beside her and crush his mouth to hers. And lay her on the carpet. And fold his body over her, covering her like her own night sky. 

And she lets him kiss his way down her clothed chest and belly, hiking her blouse up to her chin and unceremoniously tugging down the waist of her skirt, like fully undressing her would take too much time. 

He won’t reach under her skirt though or pull it down all the way- he just laves kisses against her tits like they’re not in a faded beige bra. Wanted to do this for ages, she barely hear him as he mumbles into the flesh of her hip. She wants more, though, she wants it all- his white hot tongue on her nipples, his hands on her waist and neck, his-

“Simon. Simon, c’mon.” Her hips squirm against his thigh. For Christ’s sake, his cock is still out, flushed at the head and twitching with every unconscious rut of his hips. 

“Fuck. Like it when you say it.” His lips meet hers again, and its good, so good, but she needs-

“Simon, come on, put it in. Inside.” She pants against his lips, feeling out of her mind, unable to formulate a real sentence. “Come on.” Her hand moves with a mind of its own down to where he’s hard and wants her. 

“In- in a minute, yeah?” He’s breathless and moving down, hiking her hips up to his face and- oh. 

He doesn’t work her up to it or tease her at all; he just dives in with his mouth already open. She’s wet down to her thighs already, but at the feeling of his tongue where she’s sensitive and wanting has her burying a scream behind her palm. 

His tongue runs circles over her clit and slowly a finger eases inside her where she’s slick and already clenching with the waves of an approaching orgasm. She clings to the carpet, but its not enough. Her hand travels to his hair and clenches hard- and he moans where his mouth is wrapped around her clit. Groaning louder than he did when she had her mouth on him. She tugs again, and he moans again. 

The corners of her mouth twitch up. “D’you- ah, ah- like that?”

No response from him other than dark eyes meeting hers even as he doubles his ministrations on her cunt. “Oh- god-” She moans at the feeling of his eyes on hers and drops her head back, feeling the waves rise again, higher and higher, until her orgasm snaps through her body. 

She isn’t even finished twitching before he’s climbing over her again, rutting into her hip, and shoving his tongue into her mouth- she takes it all with the gummy high that comes on after coming. 

“Fuck, can I? Please, love?” He pants into her mouth, thread of control long broken.

“Yeah, yeah, c’mere,” she says, kissing him and pulling hum closer. Wrapping her legs around his waist. Feeling the length of him prod at and then slip inside her, one unrestrained thrust at a time. 

“Fucking hell-” he moans desperately. He’s so heavy inside her she could weep. 

Sighing into his hair, she tightens her hold on him as he presses his hips to hers and grinds. “-Ah- sweet thing-”

She floats somewhere warm and comfortable as Simon pushes out helpless ah ah ah’s out of her mouth, and as his groans get heavier and his thrusts get faster, sloppier. Unable to move from under his weight, forced to recieve his biting kisses and panting praise of feels good, feels so good, so tight around my cock- 

“That’s it, Simon,” she says, dizzy with the force of his praise and his frantic thrusts, when he mumbles m’gonna come, love, please- “come in me, oh- take what you need, baby, give it to me-”

A flush of white hot heat deep in her as he groans against her lips, some desperate grinding as deep as he can go, and he’s done. Trembling on his elbows, shoulders shaking when she gently runs her nails between his shoulder blades and rubs a palm across the soft fabric of his sweatshirt. 

He’s still for a good while. She can’t really fully breathe with his whole weight pressed on her, but she doesn’t mind- it’s comforting. Like a weighted blanket, or maybe a very large cat. Eventually, though, the situation between her legs gets too uncomfortable to ignore. 

“Simon. Hey. I can’t breathe.” She pats his shoulder. The kids upstairs stomp and shout, a car honks outside. 

He doesn’t respond beyond his shoulders shifting as he breathes deeply. She nips at his ear, tugs at a lock of his hair. 

“Hmph?” he lifts his head up, shifts a bit, bleary eyes meeting hers.

“Hi. Did’ya fall asleep?” Her chapped lips stretch around her grin. He just looks so soft. 

He shifts onto his elbows, taking some weight off her. “No, I- I think I just- blacked out.” 

She laughs and watches his face face change from punch-drunk to something like exasperation, but fonder. 

“There y’are again. Always laughing.” His voice is tinged with humor but still quiet, as always. He buries his face in her neck. Hiding from her, she thinks. “What’s so funny, hm?” 

Don’t go back to hiding, she thinks but doesn’t say.  Instead, she giggles- “If you don’t want me to laugh, don’t be so sweet.” 

He scoffs, avoids her eyes, but his ears are tinted pink again. “Yeah, sweet like sour milk.” 

She runs a hand through his short, mussed hair, and hums. “Hm. No.” 

He pushes up to his knees, rubbing her bare thigh. She scrunches her nose at the feeling of him finally leaving her body. 

“Will you stay for dinner?” The words leave her mouth before she can reign them in. Before she has time to worry about his response, he slips an arm around her back, tilting her up. 

“C’mon.” His eyes are gentle, something behind them she can’t name. “Lets get cleaned up for dinner.”

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𓆸 Variety Hour ♡

In The Bedroom With Various Blue Lock Men

HCs & Drabbles

Warnings - Rough Sex, Oral Sex (M and GN Receiving), Cucking, Distracted Sex, Consensual Somnophilia, Implied/Referenced Polyamory, Threesome

18 + Minors DNI

GN Reader

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⪧ Oliver Aiku

Enthusiastic Oral - Giving and Receiving

It shouldn't have surprised you as much as it did when Oliver first went down on you how feral he was. After all you had seen him play on many occasions, both before and after getting together. That little fact however didn't stop you from pressing against his head in a weak attempt to get him off your sex. The way his tongue smoothed over the heated flesh and those calloused hands grasped almost desperately at the plush of your thighs it was all too much, but also not quite enough. Every so often as you pushed at his messy head of hair Oliver took a moment to gaze up at you with a raised eyebrow, waiting for the magic word if you were truly trying to push him away. When nothing fell from your kiss swollen lips he would return to enjoying his meal to the fullest.

As your back tensed arching slightly the pushing of your hands on his head turned to pulling. Maybe if his mouth wasn't occupied with pleasuring you he would have dropped a remark over how desperate you were for him, but in the same vain he would be teasing you he was also desperate for you. Your body, your personality, he was your personal slut as much as you were his. Though as you hooked your legs around his shoulders causing those large hands to dig deeper into your thighs and forcing his eager mouth against you sex he was the one moaning the loudest. Oliver's lovely noises were muffled by your sex and his own breathy pants as he lapped up all you offered him as you finally peaked and came against his mouth.

Legs falling limp against his shoulders your joints protested with a post orgasmic ache as your muscles were forced to move as Oliver shifted to crawl above your body. Dropping to rest on his elbows large hands grasping your face as he placed a spit slicked kiss against your lips. "Don't fall asleep now, I'm not done enjoying you yet."

⪧ Gin Gagamaru

Rough Sex - Manhandling, Bitting, Spanking

He wasn't intentionally rough, truly Gin would gladly tone down his heavy handed approach to sex if you asked. Thankfully for him though you never did, happily feeding into his actions even now as he hoisted your leg to press as far upwards as it could into your torso as his cock bullied into your tight hole. Mouth falling open as his hands dug into your skin with a practiced roughness he seemed to reserve for this moment in time, breathy gasps of his name spilling into the warm sex riddled air. Wide eyes gazing down at you the urge to sink his teeth into your soft skin and mark you up for everyone to see was itching at the back of his mind. It wasn't something he would normally think to do, bitting and marking you, but something about seeing you keen and whine in the pleasure he brought you had his back bending forward head dropping to allow him to latch onto your shoulder.

Teeth sinking into the heated skin as his hips stuttered and breath caught in his throat. He knew the vice like grip your greedy hole had turned into would be the death of him those plush walls trying to milk an intense release from his heavy balls. And who was he do deny you what your body so readily craved and begged for? His Stuttering hips settled back to a deep harsh pace as the sharp planes of his slight hips dug into the soft skin of your ass. Trying to mold the warm gooey inner walls of your hole to match his cock, like he had attempted so many times before, only to cease their movement abruptly as he came. Warm thick ropes of cum painting your inner walls, coating them as if he were marking his place inside of you. Slowly coming down from his high Gin released your leg and shoulder only to drop his face on the spit soaked skin as his hand moved down to push his cum back inside of you the moment he pulled out of your warmth.

Long fingers prodding and rubbing at your walls as he urged you towards your own peak. Soft praises leaving his lips in half murmured scentences.

"... 's good?... baby... so warm and pretty... "

⪧ Mikage Reo

W/ Nagi Seishiro

Multiple Partners - Cucking Turned into a Threesome

It was an odd request. Not the fact Reo wanted to be cucked, no you knew he was into things similar so that wasn't too much of a surprise, but the fact he wanted Nagi to fuck you. Despite being your partner Reo was always a little possessive over Nagi and his time. Spoiling and doting on his friend to the point you considered Nagi the third to your relationship in all but name. Especially when you would try to spend time with Nagi to build a friendship with you partner's prince charming and Reo is lurking in the background, like a predator waiting to strike.

Even now as Nagi was lazily guiding your hips while you bounced on his cock at a lazy pace Reo was watching, eyes practically glued to where the white-haired man's cock stretched out your lube slicked hole. He was like someone gazing at their favourite food after missing a meal. Beautiful eyes hazed with lust as he hungrily palmed his cock, a whine leaving his lips when you stopped riding Nagi in favour of grinding against him as you toyed with your own sex. Hands running across your own body before they shifted to grope at Nagi's chest, fingers tugging and pinching at his nipples. Your head rolled on your shoulders to fix a cheeky grin Reo's way as your hips began bouncing as you decided to give Reo the show he craved.

Though as your mind was occupied with the feel of Nagi's cock inside of you and the way Reo palmed himself you were caught off guard when the large white-haired man sat up. His chest pressing into yours as your arms folded into an uncomfortable position. Large hands settling on your ass as he stretched your ass further apart lazily stating there was still room in your hole for Reo. It didn't take long for Reo to join the fray, his lips messily locking with your own as he rutted against Nagi's cock inside your overstuffed hole.

⪧ Ryusei Shidou

Distracted Sex - While You're Watching Television, Bonus Slightly Rough sex

Shidou was a menace to both society and your mental stability, but more importantly than that he was needy. Not in the traditional sense of always wanting affection or wanting to be doted on. No no, he was needy in the way that your time even when you were busy relaxing after work was his to monopolize. Be it forcing you to play football with him in the back garden or having sex with you while you watched trashy television. The later was his favourite thing to indulge in.

Despite your eyes being glued to the television as the latest episode of some terrible show played, nothing was registering in your mind. The only thing occupying the majority of your tired post work brain being the searing stretch of Shidou popping the head of his cock on and out of your hole. The anticipation of what was to come when he finally sunk into your warm, waiting, hole had your nerves alight with excitement. Head dipping as fatigue and the anticipation of pleasure mixed to form a tiring concoction of emotions in your overworked brain, you were abruptly brought back to reality as Shidou plunged his cock into your hole at the same time as he grasped the from of your neck tilting your head up as he splayed his fingers.

"Eyes up babe, weren't you excited to watch this episode?"

If you weren't so tired and half drunk on his cock already you would have bit back with a snarky remark of your own. Sadly though as one of the couples argued for the umpteenth time on screen all you could think about was the large cock plunging into your guts and the mouth nipping at the shell of your ear. Maybe next time Shidou would let you get in a power nap before fucking you into the sofa while you watched television. It was unlikely though, and you wouldn't have it any other way.

⪧ Bachira Meguru

Consensual Somnophilia - Breakfast in Bed

Bachira was your biggest simp and you his. After all you both rightfully believed the other deserved the world and were more than willing to give it to them. Though you two had very different ways of going about it. Where you would make him his favourite meal or spray some of your body spray onto his night clothes before an away game so he could smell you, Bachira would fuck your hole like it owed him something or he would hungrily devour your sex and hole like a man starved. There wasn't any problem with his methods aside from your lack of sleep when he decided to have the most important meal of the day at all hours of the night. Though many times you were none the wiser until you were awoken by a warm wash towel being rubbed across your inner thighs.

From the leisurely pace Bachira was licking at your sex as his fingers gently stretched out your hole it seemed this early morning was going to be one of the good ones where you didn't lose any sleep. Though as tiny whimpers of pleasure left you lips and your hips jostled against his mouth he had to resist the urge to stop rubbing his cock against the bed and finger you in favour of fucking his seed as deep as he could get it into your greedy hole. Despite the monster in the back of his mind egging him on Bachira remained steadfast in his leisurely pace of pleasuring you sleeping body. The cute twitches of your thighs had him tugging his fingers free only for them to latch onto the outsides of your legs and urge them to crush his head. At the same time his hungry mouth latched onto your hole, tongue prodding at your hole before slipping inside as it writhed desperate for a taste of his beloved.

Even as sleep began to fade from your body as a rouge ray of sunlight wormed it's way past your curtain Bachira only tugged his head up from savouring your body to bid you a fleeting hello before diving back into his meal. "Enjoying breakfast in bed?"

[azsazz]

Smirks and Shadows

Azriel x Reader

Summary: You want Az badly but you have to endure dinner with the Inner Circle to get what you want.

Warnings: SMUT

Word Count: 2,448

Notes: So its Az week apparently and I feel like this isn't something that I should miss out on...won't be prompt led but my life is all things Azzy all the time so maybeeeeee if I'm motivated enough, I will post a new Az fic everyday this week? 😳

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It was just one of those nights.

You’d been ready to jump Azriel’s bones when he’d come home from being away at the Day Court, off on some sort of business about accumulating knowledge on one creature or another. You couldn’t seem to remember exactly as you leapt into his arms, thrumming with excitement at the sight of his disheveled hair and pink cheeks from the flight.

You had been thinking of the shadowsinger all day, his powerful tanned body pressed up tightly against yours like it had been last night, molded the two of you together while he’d covered your eyes with that blindfold he’d had tucked in his pocket.

You couldn’t get enough.

It had been so difficult to keep your hands off of yourself when he consumed your mind like this. And to make things even worse he had felt your feelings through the bond, an amused caress hot inside of you like you wished he was, buried deep into your cunt.

He laughs against your mouth, your fingers already scrambling to rid him of his leathers, legs wrapped tightly around his taut waist. “(Y/N),” he whispers, pulling away from you and you whine, knowing what tone that is. He’s already made plans for the two of you.

You frown, attempting to kiss him again but he pulls back slightly, hands firmly placed on your ass to keep you pressed up against him. “What?”

He shakes his head fondly, giving in and kissing you at the downturned corner of your mouth while he starts walking. He’s taking you to the bedroom, but not for the things that you so desperately want.

“We’re having dinner with the rest of the Inner Circle tonight,” and you groan. You loved his friends dearly, but all you really want is to spend a night alone with him in bed, exploring his body to see if he has any new muscles or bruises or tattoos since he’s been gone. “Come on now, they’re not that bad.”

“You clearly don’t remember what happens when Cassian and Mor have a little too much to drink,” you tease and he smiles softly, pecking you softly on the nose because he can’t help himself. “Do we have to?”

“I’m afraid so,” he answers, letting you down gently when you drop your legs in defeat. You move to head to your closet but he catches your wrist in his hand, pulling on you gently so you face him and he steps up close to you, a hand resting on your cheek. “I’m sorry, Love.”

“Nothing to be sorry about,” you respond gently, looking up at him with adoring eyes. Surely you could survive a few hours with the Inner Circle at dinner, it was just that dinner turned into dessert turned into drinking turned into dancing. It was going to be a long night.

***

You couldn’t keep your eyes off of Azriel. 

You never could, not really, as you are utterly in love with the man sitting next to you, leaned back against the chair with his wings relaxed behind him, his hand warm and resting on your thigh, thumb stroking aimless patterns while he spoke with Feyre on the other side of him.

He looks deathly delicious in his dressed down turtleneck, black like the rest of his wardrobe, his cutting chin a sight to see. You want to tug down the collar of his shirt and suck a mark right into the smooth skin there.

His hand stills on your leg and you look away quickly, reaching for your glass of wine to hide behind, taking a large gulp to wet your suddenly dry throat as your cheeks burn, hoping no one else notices the change in your scent.

But Azriel doesn’t look over, doesn’t falter in his words. Instead, he picks back up his movements like nothing had even happened.

Bastard.

You swirl the dark liquid around in your glass, arm crossed over your chest as you take a look around the table.

Rhys, ordering two more bottles of wine for the table, having announced great news at the start of your meal, a joyous occasion even more so now, and you sighed internally, knowing the night was going to last as long as you thought it would.

Cassian and Mor, bickering loudly about a bet over something or other you couldn’t be bothered with remembering, even when Cassian had thrown you a look for help and you’d laughed, the female beside him noticing and punching him in the arm.

Amren, who sipped at a different crimson colored drink in her glass, looking about as thrilled as you are to be here.

And your mate, talking to Feyre and ignoring your advances.

The alcohol has you warm, wanting him even more so now than earlier. Maybe you needed to be more bold with your advances. You smirk into the rim of your glass at the thought.

You snake your hand onto his own lap beneath the table, rubbing from his upper thigh lower to his knee, raking your nails softly back up, then smoothing back down again. You notice his wings perking up slightly, the muscles in his leg flexing beneath your fingertips as he shifts subtly.

You have to bite your lip from breaking out into a full blown grin, angling your head slightly to look as if you’re inserted into Mor and Cassian’s conversation. On your next pass you move even higher, creeping up closer to his cock, and his hand goes completely still, squeezing your thigh gently in warning.

But you don’t listen, continuing your antics because the drink is making you even hornier and you don’t think you’re going to survive the night if you can’t at least feel the press of his hard cock in your hand.

Your stomach flutters when he finally leans over, his breath a cool caress against your ear. 

“Keep it up, Love,” he hums so softly it makes your breath catch, “You’re going to look so good begging for it later.” And he slips back into his conversation so casually like he didn’t just plant that thought in your head.

You’ve frozen at his words, swallowing harshly, trying so desperately to push away that warm feeling in your gut, yearning for him to be fucking into you with abandon. To make things even worse, his shadows softly caress your thighs, circling around and around and around your exposed skin until they slither a little too close to your pussy and you clamp your legs together tightly, trapping his trailing fingers as well.

You suck in a breath, willing the mind–stilling techniques he’d taught you to work, before you’re stumbling to your feet and excusing yourself to the bathroom without a glance back.

Leaning against the counter you stare into the mirror at yourself. Your cheeks are a permanent pink and your pupils are dilated, both from the drink and the gorgeous man who had been teasing you at the table. To be fair, you had started it, but Azriel was wicked in more ways than one, and very skilled when it came to anything sexual.

The door opens and your gaze meets his in the mirror. Your mouth drops and you spin around as he stalks up to you, “What are you doing–”

His kiss cuts off the rest of your sentence and you react just as quickly, burying your fingers into his hair as he pressed himself fully against you, cock straining against his pants.

You moan into the kiss as he lifts you off of the ground, settling you on the edge of the counter and making his way down your neck with his mouth, burning a path of passion as he goes.

“Az?” the question slips, although you don’t care to know the answer as your eyes roll back into your head.

He hushes you, mouthing at you with a harsh kiss, snagging your lip between his teeth as he pulls back before releasing it and kissing you again. “We’ve got to be quick, Love.”

And that’s fine because you feel like you’re nearly there as he shoves your dress up around your thighs, his large hands pressing harshly into your skin as he drags them upwards, your own clutching his biceps.

He shoves your panties aside, greedy fingers sliding against your slick cunt, the both of you sharing a groan before he’s licking into your mouth with abandon.

It’s hot, he’s so fucking hot and Azriel dips a finger into your dripping pussy, a tease, pulling away from you, and you watch him suck your slick right off of his finger, eyes shutting blissfully while he hums his approval at the taste.

Your nearly stop breathing at the sight. His throat bobs as he swallows and you feel yourself get even wetter when he opens his eyes, locking on yours with pupils dilated so large you can barely tell the color of his eyes.

“Fuck, Love, you taste so good.” His voice is low with arousal, sending shivers up your spine.

“Better than dessert?” you question in a sultry tone, peering up at him from beneath your lashes, biting your lip innocently. 

He bucks up against you, grunting softly as he responds, “Better than any dessert in existence,” he purrs, planting a firm kiss beneath your ear. He grazes his teeth over the lobe before whispering oh-so quietly, “Now take off my belt.”

You don’t have to be told twice, fingers scrabbling to get his belt undone while he tries to distract you with more kisses. It’s nearly too much, him all over you, but in the best way possible. If only he would get inside of you.

Finally, you manage to remove his belt and undo his pants, pushing them down over his ass, his cock springing up thick and hard. You moan at the sight, taking it into your hand, feeling the silky smoothness of it as you run your hand down the length, spreading the precome at the tip around with your thumb.

He shudders beneath your touch, resting his forehead against your shoulder, panting slightly as he tenses at your delicate graze. Fuck, he didn’t realize how bad he needed you until you were trying to shove your hand down his pants at the dinner table.

You send your want down the bond and he clutches you tighter, you letting out a squeak as he pulls you to the edge of the counter, lining himself up before he pushes into you.

It’s hard to breathe. It’s like he’s pushing the air from your body as he presses in, cock hot and stretching you so delightfully that you know he is as close as you are.

With a whine and a nod from you he’s moving.

He fucks into you with fervor and you arch further into him, the bow of your back so curved he has to hold you against him with an arm around your waist as he ravishes your exposed neck, his other hand firmly braced on the counter beside your hip, supporting himself.

One of your hands buries into his hair, holding him to your throat while the other slips around his waist. A press to his lower back has him moving faster, deeper, if possible. You can’t quiet the moan that falls from your lips and he doesn’t care. He wants to taste the noises you’re making, lips finding yours in a bruising kiss.

You trace your fingers lightly up his spine and his breath hitches, hips faltering against your own but picking up double the speed when you skim across his sensitive wings. He mutters your name into your mouth like a warning but it’s anything but, you’re about to climax as well.

The door pushes open and Azriel’s shadows shoot towards the entry, slamming the door shut on whomever is trying to intrude. You’d feel bad but you’re toppling over the edge into your orgasm with a cry only for his ears, his shadows had formed a barrier around the room.

He comes a few seconds later, leaning so heavily into you that you’re forced to lean back, the mirror cold against your hot skin. 

He doesn’t pull out until you’ve both come down from your high and your breathing has calmed. You bite back the whimper from the loss of him, but he’s entranced, watching his seed leak out of you for a moment, the admission slipping from his lips, “I’d stuff it right back into you if we had the time.”

Your cunt convulses at his words, more of his hot seed leaking out of you. He looks like he might just get down on his knees and lick it out of you but instead he’s finding something to clean you up with.

Azriel had said that you didn’t have the time but he sure does take it as he gently cleans you up, pressing loving kisses into your skin wherever he can. There’s no way that the rest of his friends don’t know what the two of you are up to, but if they don’t, they’ll surely figure it out as soon as they see the marks on your neck.

Once he’s completely satisfied with how clean the both of you are, he's placing a hand on your hip, pressing a soft last kiss to your lips with a promise of another round later, helping you down from the counter.

And the whole place can probably smell the sex on the both of you but neither of you care as you walk back to the table hand in hand, your friends staring up at you with knowing smirks.

“You couldn’t have waited until you got home?” Mor makes a face, waving to the bartender for something stronger. She’d need the burn of it, anything to get the smell out of her nostrils.

You shrug a shoulder, looking over at Azriel who only smirks, reaching for his own glass.

“Don’t be a meanie,” Cassian chuckles before addressing you, “She’s just upset because you slammed the door in her face.” He grins, slinging an arm around the female, who instinctively tries to push him off, “Good for you, Az.”

“They still could have the decency to finish that at home,” she grumbles but her face lights up at the sight of her drink.

“We will be finishing as soon as we get home, won’t we?” He winks at you and Mor groans.

All you can do is beam at him and send that warmth down the bond again. Ready whenever you are.

[meownotgood]

embrace. / hayakawa aki x gn!reader, fluff & angst, just lots of tender hugs with aki

Aki always hugs you like each one might be the last, like holding you tightly in his arms is something to be savored. And when he comes home from work half-dead, uniform covered in blotches of crimson, you sometimes think this one just might be. 

You're rushing to his side and flinging your arms around him before he even has the chance to kick off his shoes. He holds you close to his heart, to the part of his chest that aches the most. Where the bloodshed from the day has dripped in through his knotted-up shoulders, where the hurt he carries has come to rest in his stomach like a weight — It feels as though your warmth works itself deep into his soul, holding his heart in delicate palms outstretched. So safely, so perfectly. 

His muscles relax, he exhales a heavy sigh, and he holds you a little tighter, burying his nose in the nape of your neck. He inhales your familiar scent, the smell of his cigarettes which lingers on your clothes even now — You smell like home. 

The crisp fabric of his suit bends and wrinkles, bunched up from where you grip at his back, his jacket balled up firm in your hands. Missed you, Aki mumbles, his voice muffled, sounding rough around the edges. Each word shatters and splinters, threatening to break, and they waver as they fall from his quivering lips. I love you. I love you so much. 

Aki hugs you like if he lets go, the world will pry you from his fingertips, and you'll drift away with the wind and dried autumn leaves. A sharp chill pierces through the air, settling upon Aki's skin, leaving goosebumps on his arms in its wake. He brings his cigarette to his lips one last time, inhaling rich smoke and nicotine, before stamping it out on his ashtray, breathing out gray wisps into the night sky above. 

When he steps back inside, sliding the balcony door closed behind him, he treads carefully to your room. He opens your door as slowly as possible, wincing when it starts to creak. You're half-asleep, drifting in and out of peaceful dreams; you hardly feel the mattress dip when Aki settles in, and you aren't stirred when his arms wrap around your form, tugging you in. 

His arms are strong, but gentle all at once, and he holds you softly, but oh-so safely. Aki presses your body close to his, longing to feel every inch, every curve and dip and expanse of your figure held up against his own. You're warm, and he's cold, is his excuse for this, but in reality, he just wanted to hold you one more time. 

Perhaps, if he holds you close for as long as he can, for as much as you'll allow him to, he'll memorize the feeling. Your bodies will mold to the shapes of each other's arms, and you'll fit together like the teeth of a zipper, intertwined, inseparable. Maybe, if he falls asleep with you in his embrace, he'll have you there to keep him safe, even in his most terrible dreams. 

Aki pulls you into a tight hug before he leaves for work; he holds you for longer than he needs to, and he knows he's going to be late, but he can't say he cares very much about that. When you try to break away, he simply drags you right back in. 

I like hugging you, is what he whispers into your ear, but the truth is, he just can't let go, not yet. He needs a little bit longer to melt in the safety and warmth of your embrace, to try and forget that he's going to have to leave it. 

When you finally pull apart, you swear you can see tears welling up in his eyes, but it's hard to tell when he swiftly turns and rushes out the door, before he ends up changing his mind. He can't linger for any longer, because if he does, he knows he'll only wish to stay. 

He hugs you from behind when you prepare dinner together, his arms around your chest, his lips peppering kisses on your cheeks until you're giggling and swatting him away. He places his large hands on top of yours, his head rested on your shoulder, and he guides you to chop onions into thin slices, to peel the skin from potatoes and wash them under the cold water from the sink. 

When he straightens his tie in the mirror before he leaves, you arch your arms around his shoulders, grasping it and adjusting it for him, pulling on the diamond to make his tie nice and tight. Then, you're shoving your hands in his pockets, tugging him close until his face flushes a warm shade of red, and he's stumbling over his words of goodbye between a smile that tugs at the corners of his mouth. 

Aki wonders what it would be like to quit. When he's having his afternoon cigarette, idly watching the cars as they pass by, he thinks about what your reaction might be when he arrives home and the first thing he tells you is that he's spoken to his boss, and he's decided he's finally going to put devil hunting aside, that he's chosen to spend the rest of his dwindling life beside you. 

He can imagine you running up to him, hugging him in the same tight, tender way you always do — Aki will grab you by your waist to lift you, spinning you in circles and clumsy pirouettes, like the way two lovers do when they meet at the end of some stupid, cheesy romance movie. He's always wanted to do that. 

When his mind starts to wander to those far off places, he can't help but think of leaving home, on a day he forgot to hold you before he left, without knowing he wouldn't return — He feels empty, then, imagining that the last thoughts running through his mind would be visions of you, and the last thing he feels is a yearning in his heart to return to you, once more. To feel you hold him, just one last time. 

So, Aki will hug you like each one might be the last, because he can't take a single one for granted. You'll hold him in the parts where he's the most tender and delicate, you'll kiss his bruised lips and calloused knuckles. You'll make him feel peace, if only for a few fleeting moments, and after everything, Aki will still ask for, Please, just one more? 

[teacrying]

Soft

I wrote this more as a female reader but a lot of them aren’t strictly that! And this is all about chubby reader because there is a lack of that.

Contains: Iwaizumi Hajime, Matsukawa Issei, Azumane Asahi, Nishinoya Yuu, Sawamura Daichi, Sugawara Koushi, Hinata Shoyo, Ukai Keishin, Tsukishima Akiteru, Yamamoto Taketora, Aone Takanobu, Miya Osamu, Kita Shinsuke, Aran Ojiro, Bokuto Koutaro

Iwaizumi Hajime: He wouldn't mind anything but he tends to be drawn to thicker people. He loves how soft a chubbier partner would be compared to his hard muscular build. He also loves to leave marks and that means more marks on a chubby partner. Bonus points if you are shorter than him. He thinks you'd look angelic in anything and nothing.

Matsukawa Issei: Large boy requires soft, small partner. Thighs with some tummy chub are his weakness. He like's how your body would mold to his hands. He'd be lying to himself if he said he didn’t.

Azumane Asahi: He is a large teddy bear and he would be open to anyone. Though, like Iwaizumi, he loves how their body would feel under him. Nuzzling into the side of their neck is his favorite. Also, he would love to design things specifically for you body type and have you model it.

Nishinoya Yuu: THIS BOY IS ALL ABOUT PRETTY PEOPLE. He isn't picky, he just wants to worship the ground you walk on. If you are taller than him his favorite spot to cuddle into is your chest. Soft and warm on either side of his head/face.

Sawamura Daichi: not a picky one but he does love the squish. He loves the way thigh highs sculpt your thighs and how some of your body squishes out of certain garments. Gifts thigh highs and garter belts just to see how they squeeze the thigh meat you have.

Sugawara Koushi: He loves how his fingers indent in soft flesh. He thinks it's perfect cuddle conditions and will make sure you know you're loved. He may be chaotic and sassy but you are his #1 priority and will make you feel as if you belong.

Hinata shoyo: He doesn't discriminate. Hell, he spent most his life being shit on for his height. He won't let some chub get in the way of his loving on you. Drinks his respect women juice thanks to having a mom and a sister he's close to.

Ukai Keishin: He doesn't care but he is almost always drawn to chubby girls. He'd probably think you are sturdier and loves the feeling of a soft body under his muscled one. He is a kinky bitch and having more flesh to mark is great for him.

Tsukishima Akiteru: He is a kind soul who doesn't care what you look like, the extra squish you would have is just the cherry on top.

Yamamoto Taketora: Another one who would bow down to you. No matter the shape of his partner he would show you he appreciates you every second he can. Gives him something to keep his hands busy if you guys are just watching TV or something.

Aone Takanobu: Another teddy bear. Let him carry you around the house, he'd think it's adorable. Warm and soft is all he is locked onto and he will make sure you know he loves even the chub on you. He loves you for you because he knows that being judge mental towards appearances is not great.

Miya Osamu: He loves a person who can eat. The squish is just an addition he loves. He is another one who feels like the squish is extra padding to manhandle. You would be his designated taste tester. No one is allowed to make fun of you in his presence even if it's just friendly banter, ESPECIALLY HIS TWIN.

Kita Shinsuke: First, I must say, what a king.  He respects women and wouldn't even think about your weight, he might even like some chub. He doesn't understand why but the thought of a plush body next to him or even on him make his brain go 'brrrrrr'. I don't see him having trouble manhandling you before or after high school due to him being a country boy with his rice. 

Ojiro Aran: Again, yet another king. He had years of dealing with the twins' bullshit for years so some extra weight on his partner is not a problem. Show up to a game of his in his jersey paired with thigh-highs you might break him if he sees. Thankfully he only sees after their game, despite how much he loves you and has seen you in less, he almost fainted. Iwaizumi could be heard laughing at him from the hallway.

Bokuto Koutoro: He has stated that he likes women on the chubbier side. He also has two older sister's that have told him it isn't all about looks. He is mvp of repsecting women. He probably would be happy no matter your weight because it's your personality and not your body he's in a relationship with.