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jinusajas · 3 months ago

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04/11/25; 06:45pm

dante sparda x fem.reader

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@luneariaa ✨

thinking about surprising dante sparda with a new set of lingerie.

being the absolute oaf and himbo that he is, you were certain that your hunter boyfriend didn’t have the slightest clue as to what the significance of today’s date was and how it marked a year of being together.

night had long since fallen, and you were still in the middle of trying on your new lingerie set. as you pull on the thin straps, you take a look at your reflection in the mirror. red and ebony silk hugs your body to perfection, leaving little to the imagination as you felt the heat against your cheeks.

this felt ridiculous-

and you had a feeling you couldn’t pull this off at all. looking down at the length of your legs, you heave out another sigh. perhaps what was missing was the matching pair of stiletto heels. settling yourself on the bed, you pick up the shoes and slide your feet inside while fastening the straps, allowing the stilettos to add that final touch to your overall outfit.

but there was just one tiny problem-

you had trouble getting back up on your feet.

clinging to the mattress, you stand back to your full height, yet your ankles kept shaking with each step that you took. with slow and easy steps, you came out of your bedroom with a poise that was reminiscent of a newborn deer. as you cling to the wall for support, you began regretting your life choices when the sounds of the door unlocking makes you freeze on the spot.

“i’m home babe-“

dante greets you with a cocky grin, yet it was immediately wiped off the moment he sees you. bags of what you assumed were chinese food lands on the ground, with dante’s eyes darkening considerably when he slams the door shut. hearing the latch turn on the lock, dante takes quick strides towards you, “who’s got you lookin’ all dolled up and pretty for them, hm?”

you swallow thickly, weakly gesturing toward the bag of ruined food, “dante, the food-“

he ends up trapping you against the wall with his body, slamming his fist right next to your head, “fuck the food, i wanna know who you’re dressed up for. has some bastard been sneaking into this apartment, wanting a taste of you? do i need to kill somebody-“

thanks to the height of your heels, you manage to reach dante with ease, pressing a kiss against his chapped lips in hopes of calming him down, “i wore this for you, you idiot. or did you forget that today was our one year anniversary?”

he visibly relaxes, wrapping an arm around your waist before carrying you back into the bedroom, “aw babygirl, you should have said so from the start. and of course i didn’t forget our anniversary, what d’ya think the chinese food was for?”

you roll your eyes at him, “and you just ruined it by dropping it on the floor…”

“nah angel, i didn’t ruin it. i just found something far more delicious that i’d like to eat.” with your shared bed in view, dante tosses you against the mattress, watching with dilated eyes as your body bounces against the bed.

he takes a moment to admire your form, eyes raking down your body while taking in the pretty ribbons and lace that surrounds you. feeling like you were burning from beneath his gaze, you trail your eyes down toward the center of his legs, already noticing the visible tent in them.

with a sly grin, you sit back in bed, stretching out your leg so that the tip of your heel made contact with his clothed erection. you earn a low hiss from the powerful man above you, “careful darling, ‘cause you’re playing with fire.”

spreading your legs wide open for him, dante ends up kneeling before you, basking in the scent that wafts off of your center. from where his hungry gaze lands, he could see the dark stain on your lingerie and how it made the material appear sheer. the outline of your pretty pussy made his mouth water when he surges forward, planting his lips over the gusset as he began greedily sucking you through your lingerie.

his tongue kept flicking at your swollen clit, making you cry out to him. he kept tracing at your outer lips with the tip of his tongue, making your legs instinctively open wider for him. your hands grip at dante’s silvery locks of hair, unable to believe that a demon could bring you so close to heaven.

“mmm, fuck, you taste s’fucking good f’me.” he places one last kiss against your barely clothed center, practically drunk off the taste of you when he hurriedly takes off his red trench coat, tossing it aside before tearing off the rest of his clothes. the fall to the ground in a messy pile, revealing his perfectly sculpted body and his proud cock standing stiff and tall for you.

your mouth waters as the sight, feeling desperate to taste him. attempting to sit up, you were all too willing to get on your knees for him when he stops you. binding your wrists together with his large hands, he smirks down at you, eyebrows furrowed together in concentration. tracing your figure, he lets out a disappointed sigh, “as much as i enjoy seeing you in such pretty ribbons and lace, i’d much rather fuck you naked.”

those words serve as a final warning, with dante ripping apart your flimsy lingerie with one swift motion. you gasp at the sight of it being torn to shreds. “dante! i spent good money on that…!”

“i’ll buy you a new one later.” he emphasizes, tracing the tip of his cock against your center when a wolfish grin paints his handsome expression. “actually, i have a better idea.”

he suddenly flips you so that you were now the one hovering over him, his cock felt hitting at your inner thighs as you mewl in response. he admires the sight of your bare form, tracing down the length of your sides before giving your ass a loud smack!

the impact nearly makes you fall forward, with dante still giving you his cocky grin as he rubs his cock against your backside. shivers began running down your spine when his sinful voice whispers in your ear, “as an anniversary present, why don’t you give this cock a good ride while wearin’ those damn stilettos. just seeing you in nothin’ but those heels is making my cock so damn hard for you, babygirl.”

you were left panting now, planting your hands against his hard wall of muscle as you slide your core back and forth on his cock. the sensation of your arousal felt dripping down on him makes the half-demon toss his head back in response. “yeah baby, that’s it, that’s it, wet my cock with your juices, make it that much easier to slide my cock in.”

his sinful words made you lose control-

tossing aside your inhibitions when you take a hold of his shaft with your hand. you slap his girthy cock against your entrance, teasing him for a brief moment before keeping it still for you. when his tip was felt sliding into your heat, you tossed your head back while proceeding to slam your hips down on him.

when he was fully sheathed within you, you took a moment to bask in how full you felt. his cock kept pulsating within your slick heat, making pinpricks of pleasure course through your veins. squeezing him for good measure, you slowly lay back before swirling your hips up and down his cock, giving dante a bit of a show each time his cock slides in and out of your cunt. a low growl was heard each time your body descended upon him, taking him inch by breathtaking inch as you found yourself unable to stop.

while you moved down on him, dante continued to meet your downwards thrusts with his own upward one, neck straining with each tilt of your hips as he continues fucking himself into you.

“best.” thrust! “goddamn.” thrust! “anniversary.” thrust! “gift.” thrust! “ever!!”

“ngh! dante! dante fuck! this feels so fucking good!” you cried out to him, movements turning sloppier now as you began chasing your high.

your clit manages to catch on to his thick cock, sending new waves of pleasure to course through you. you could feel your abdomen tighten with an incoming release. feeling dante’s cock buried to the hilt inside of you causes the cord to snap, with your climax taking over your body in its entirety.

you go stiff for a brief moment before turning into putty mere seconds later. you could feel your walls clamping down on dante’s cock, with him stilling his hips. he shoots his seed into you, an almost feral desire to paint your womb white with his cum as his eyes flash red. biting down on his bottom lip, he allows his cock to pump you full of his seed, feeling it twitch before pinning you back down against the bed.

a devilish grin paints his expression when he tosses both of your legs up against his shoulder. your eyes were completely clouded over, giving in to your hedonistic needs as dante allows the blood to return to his cock, further hardening it before moving against you once more. “let’s just enjoy our anniversary and hope for more years together to come. hah, get it? to come? like i’m about to make you cum over and over again in the next couple of hours?”

instead of answering him with words, you wrap both of your arms around his neck, bringing his lips down as you swallowed the rest of his cocky words with a searing kiss.

extended epilogue

sometime in the morning, dante eventually manages to pull out of you, salvaging what was left of the chinese food as he manages to microwave some lo mein noodles with beef and broccoli. you share the food in bed together, your naked back pressed against his chest as you passed the carton of food back and forth.

when the boxes were empty, you heard dante clear his throat, indicating that he had something to say to you. you meet his gaze and ran the back of your hand against his defined cheekbone. “what is it?”

he clears his throat again, appearing more sheepish than usual, “ah, there’s actually something i wanted to give you.”

your eyes go wide, “r-really? but i thought you were the type to keep this relationship… i don’t know… more lowkey….? just taking it day by day to see where it takes us?”

dante rolls his eyes, “yeah well, maybe things change, alright?”

you were speechless now, watching as dante kept the sheets wrapped around his waist as he rummaged through his nightstand. he found what he was looking for and turns back to look at you, “close your eyes, okay?”

being the best girlfriend that you were, you dutifully closed your eyes and waited. you felt his warm breath against your skin before a weight was felt around your neck.

“okay, you can open ‘em.”

you open your eyes, noticing something red and glittering settled between your chest. you gasp in response, hands trembling as you placed the ruby red gemstone within the palm of your hand. “dante… it’s beautiful.”

“yeah, i know.” he takes your body and places you back on his lap, “my mom gave that to me when i was young, and she always told me to keep it safe. it’s been my greatest treasure for the longest time-“

“and now, i have another one of my greatest treasures to share it with.”

you meet his gaze, heart filled to the brim with warmth and love for him. he gives you one of his rare, genuine smiles, making him appear younger as his clear blue eyes shone with a clarity that makes your breathing hitch in response.

“so… let’s make this last forever, okay?”

unable to answer him with words, you lean forward, allowing dante to capture your lips in a fervent kiss that seals your promise of forever.

end notes: mannnnn i love dante so much 😭 this is currently unedited, but ill make any necessary changes soon once it’s posted !!

all stories are written by rei; please do not repost, plagiarize, or translate my works!!

#dante x reader #dante sparda x y/n #dante x y/n #dante sparda x you #dante sparda x reader #dante smut #dante sparda smut #dante x you #dmc dante #dante sparda #dmc netflix #devil may cry #devil may cry x reader #dmc smut #writings 📖

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muntitled · 1 year ago

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No Promises

Jake Sim x Fem!Reader

Summary: “So hypothetically, what would you do if I told you the condom broke-”

Warnings: Language, Domestic Fluff, Slight Angst, Himbo!Jake, Nerd!Reader, Smut +18 (minors dni) Dom!Jake, Pussy Drunk Jake, He really wants kids, Breeding Kink, Humping, Grinding, Slight Dub/Con, Unprotected Sex, Dub/Con Raw Sex, Perv!Jake, Rough Sex, Forceful Breeding, Degradation Kink, Praise Kink, Unedited

I'm ovulating

Jaeyun's head is filled to the brim with unsavoury business as he shuffles through the university office.

'It's simple,' Jake says to himself as he cradles the rugby ball under his arm. 'Not. A big deal.'

Once Jake enters the university office, he is immediately bombarded by the smell of old, academic wood. Here, the less crowded, air conditioned space is a nice breakaway from the sweltering rugby field, but all that plagues Jake’s mind are the overwhelming memories of you.

Specifically, you last night, bathed under the sweet honey glow of your cheap salt lamp. His lips on yours as you straddled him on the floor. Skin everywhere.

Jaeyun still remembers his tongue meshing against your own, all he tasted was the ruddiness of white wine.

The pillow forte you were initially building in the living room lay forgotten around you, instead, the space became a lovenest with the moon staring idly from beyond your cream blinds.

"Ride me," Jake breathed out with his mouth attaching itself to the sensitive skin between your neck and shoulder. He drifted your braids out of the way, letting his hand massage your scalp as he craned your neck backwards.

"I need to see you ride me." His voice was hoarse as he manoeuvred you to straddle his hips.

He remembers the texture of the string of beads tied around your waist.

He remembers the air leaving his lungs when you lowered your heat to his cock.

He remembers not being able to stop.

"Did you buy the condoms," you had asked the diabolical question, right when he was about to get it in.

"Fuck the condoms…" he laughed dryly with his thumb skimming across your hips, bumping against the waist beads, "We're both clean. I wanna feel you."

Jake had been wholly disappointed to see your face harden into that pissed off look that was always aimed at the students you tutored.

He'd be scared if he didn't find it hot.

"That's so incredibly unfunny," you pushed at his chest until he released a winded breath, "Don't piss me off, Jaeyun,"

"Fine- fuck- I was kidding,"

He wasn't. And even when he slipped the condom on and slipped inside, Jake became delirious with pleasure of it all.

"Where do you want me to cum?" he had asked.

Naive, unsuspecting you, had replied, “Inside. Y-You're wearing a condom, right? Inside.” Jake fucking lost his mind all the same.

The evening had ended with Jake skimming his hand over the fullness of your ass as he pulled his bottom lip against his teeth.

He watched the softness of your skin mould under his grip as he snickered, "She gon' take it up the ass like a ventriloquist-"

"Do not quote Kanye at me after we just had sex." You groaned.

But Jake wasn't done because now he was thinking about your ass and you'd both gone on for 2 more rounds.

'It's easy,' says present-day-Jake, shaking his hair as if to clear away the thoughts before they took root and really became a problem for him.

His little inner pep talk guides him to the receptionist desk. 'Just tell her the condom snapped and I may have cum a little inside. It's not my fault I'm fucking huge,' but even just the thought of it has Jake warming with anxiety.

"Good morning, Jake!" It's not difficult to plaster on his golden boy smile for the receptionist. Everyone at this University buys the absolute shit he sells, never once questioning their star athletes true intentions behind his disarming smile. He could get away with murder.

"Morning," Jake replied, knocking on the wood of the large mahogany desk. All this mahogany and yet all he could smell was you. Cocoa Butter was an all consuming thing.

"Is she in?" He asks, prompting the receptionist to nod. As Jake walks down the mouth of a corridor leading to the offices of tutors, professors and assistant professors, he keeps his head bowed until he reaches your door.

When you let him into the empty office, all thoughts vanished. Storming in his mind were solutions as to how he might divulge his little slip-up.

"Keep the door open, Jake, I don't do scandals." He was enamoured at the sight of you seated behind the large brown desk with your eyes dark and sleepy. Jake already tried to work out the probability of you remaining calm at the knowledge that the condom he used last night had been breached but looking at you here, he knew there was no possible reality in which you wouldn't try to murder him.

He closes the door despite your words and all you do is look up from your paper and sigh.

Seduction, he decided, was his only defence.

“Is there a reason you're bothering me at work?”

"Didn't know assistant professors got their own offices," he says, dropping the rugby ball in a corner beside a stack of mind-numbing philosophy manifestos.

"We don't," you say, never looking up from your paper, "I don't know how long I'm gonna have this space to myself to mark in peace, that's why we have to be quick-

"Quick," Jake's head snaps up, "I can do quick."

Instead of taking note of your eyeballs rolling to the back of your skull, Jake instead focuses on the expanse of your cleavage spilling out of that diabolically tight v-neck. "The conversation, Jake. What do you want? I have essays to mark." You drop the papers in a huff of unbridled academic frustration, effectively giving Jake the opening he needs to walk towards your desk until he's behind your chair. His hands drift over your shoulders, kneading the tense skin until your head is rolling back, away from the work.

"I thought you'd be happy to see your boyfriend,” he loved referring to himself as ‘boyfriend’, it made him secure in his role. “I have an inter-uni game to catch with the boys but I'm gracing you with my presence instead," your eyes flutter closed as you relax back into the security of Jake's hands.

"You really don't have to talk, babe,"

"But this place is so suffocating," Jake huffs, letting his eyes drift over the dark and dreary room flooded with books, papers, old, depressing paintings of old depressing philosophers. "I can feel myself getting smarter just being here. It's disgusting."

You hum as Jake's thumb drifts under the thin fabric of your v-neck, kneading into the tissue surrounding your shoulder blade. "It's almost like there's more to campus than just the rugby field," your him bleeds into a moan as Jake fingers prod at a particularly sensitive bundle of nerves.

"I had no idea," he says with mock sarcasm. You chuckle lightly as you let Jake's fingers coax you into a much needed break. The peace is a welcome getaway from the tedium that came from fixing grammatical issues and spelling errors.

Jake's left hand continues to knead at your back while his right drifts to the front of your neck. He could've been a chiropractor in his past life, Jake thinks idly as he cups the base of your throat until he's turning your head to match his ministrations.

"Fuck," that tiny sound leaving your mouth does everything to focus Jake's attention down on you. His eyes are hooded as he watches you seated before him and he's all too aware of the fact that this angle allows him to see down your top, into the pillowy expanse of your cleavage.

Jake pushes his hardening cock against the back of your high back chair as he continues to massage your back and neck.

And sure, maybe his hand may drift a little lower down your chest while the other continues to work at your neck.

You almost don't catch him when he says, "So hypothetically what would you do if I told you the condom broke-"

Your eyes snap open and you try to rid yourself of Jake's hands but the hand drifting against your cleavage cages you to the chair. No running.

"What the fuck is wrong with you lately?! Did I not tell you I would rather die than let you inject me with your evil spawn-"

Something dark settles on Jake's face as he stops his ministrations.

There's a moment of disorientation before you realise that Jake spun your chair to face him. One hand on the back of the chair as he leans down, with your faces far too close for it not to be inappropriate.

"Would it really be so bad?" He whispers, before tilting his head to slot his mouth against yours.

Luckily your senses are heightened but still rational as you push him away, effectively standing up to create more distance between you two.

Jake, however, sees your plan and instead of letting you act it out, he slots you in between himself and the desk. Your butt pressing against the edge of the wood so there was no escape.

"No Jake," you say in frustration because now Jake's hands were pawing at your hips like he usually did when he was coaxing you into being as horny as he was. "Getting me pregnant wouldn't just be bad-"

"Perfect," he says, dipping down to place a kiss on your collar bone, "So we agree-"

"It'd be catastrophic. I'd abort it immediately." Jake's hands curl into your hips and you watch under furrowed brows as Jake begins to fiddle with the drawstring of his shorts.

"You're catholic," he says before dipping down to undo the buttons of your jeans. "You're not aborting my baby."

You think your boyfriend is utterly delirious, but even more harrowing is the bit of molten attraction stirring in the bottom of your stomach at seeing him so sure of something. So in charge.

His bare arms are glistening from playing rugby under the sweltering sun and his skin has that honey tint that drove you feral with lust.

You hated the urge that plagued your mind to push your thighs tightly together but Jake immediately stops you. He pushes your jeans down, leaving you standing dumbly with your mouth hanging open as he slots himself between your legs. You try to wriggle yourself away but Jake keeps you locked with his hands framing your sides.

"Last night was hot, yeah?" He huffs with his shorts hanging lazily under the bulge of his Calvin Kleins. He presses himself against you, moaning straight into the crook of your neck.

"J-Jeez, Jake," you whimper, unable to stop yourself from lifting your hips to meet his grinding, "Y-You're disturbing me from work-" speaking was growing very difficult, especially because Jake was unclipping your bra from behind. "Cus all you think about is sex-"

"All I think about is sex with you." He clarifies as wriggles you out of the v-neck.

"I don't think that's a crime-" he says, immediately cupping your breasts in his large hands as he pushes his cock further against you. Jake throws his head back before huffing and puffing while he stares down at you needily humping against him.

"You say you don't want it," he swipes his tongue over his bottom lip as he lifts his shirt, "but you're like a pup in heat, babe,"

"F-Fuck, if we're gonna do this, hurry before anyone comes," the words are like music to his ears and his exposed stomach flexes as he hurriedly pulls down his boxers.

You help him out of his shirt, and both your movements are so heated, so clumsy, you don't think you've ever been this wet.

"Fuck- you gotta be quick, big boy, before someone comes, yeah?" You repeat, knowing your boyfriend became completely unresponsive and pussy drunk during sex. Jake hums in weak response, far too focused on jerking himself off…the head of his cock periodically bumping against your clothed cunt.

"Say you want this dick- c'mon, say it-" he urges with heavy eyelids and all the fight is wiped out of you. You lean back, opening your legs to accommodate him further between you and Jake only groans as he jerks his cock.

"J-Jake, you can't cum in me, yeah-"

"Come on, bro," he groans as he brings his hand in between your legs. “Still?!”

His fingers prod at your clit as your hips stutter to meet his hand. "I'm just tryna get it in, why are you being like this?"

You manage to slip out a scoff in between your moaning.

"Y-You're not 'getting it in' until you divulge what on earth you're thinking about that has you this fucking feral." he was operating on neandthral level need and you needed to know what the cause of it was. You needed to know what had your boyfriend so strung out on your body, on the scent of you, at the sight of you.

You want this Jake all the time.

"You're so pretty," he mumbles, instead, with his gaze locked firmly on your cunt. He swipes your panties aside, unwilling to part with the cute pink material yet and you arch your back, inviting him in.

"If I tell you what I'm thinking about…" he says, lining his cock up with your cunt. Your entire back now pressed supine against the desk, "You'll end up pregnant before the end of the day," Jake concludes his statement by ramming his cock into your cunt, effectively lodging all your complaints in the back of your throat. The desk creaks as he continually rams his cock into you in viscous, rough thrusts.

He's a panting mess, watching your body contort in pleasure as your breasts jiggle with every thrust.

"Oh my fucking g- fuck-" Jake hovers over you, never once slowing his movements even when he tweaks your nipples.

"You're so fucking pretty, you know that? Taking this dick so fucking good-"

You clench around him, loving how vulgar he got whenever you had sex. His hair is already messy but it becomes even more so when you drag your fingers through it, discarding the hair tie that kept his black curls rained to the back.

"Oh my god, baby, you're such a slut-" he lets his words slip and it only turns you on more and more as you drag him down for a sloppy kiss. Your hips rise to meet his thrusts, willing your orgasm to crest.

"B-Baby-” he pants, “Pretty Baby, I need to tell you something-" the second those words left his mouth in sloppy succession, your alarm bells were ringing. Even more so when he dipped his hands between your body until he was rubbing furious circles against your clit.

"J-Just, shh, Jakey, I'm close-"

"The condom broke, last night-"

Your hips still, but his continue to fuck into you- continues to rub at your clit until your body can't help but obey.

"WHA- OH FUCK, JUST LIKE THAT-" your seeing stars when the tip of Jake's cock rams against that particular pillow of nerves. "F-Fuck Jakey."

He was still your Jakey and he took that as a sign to continue fucking into you with reckless abandon.

"Gonna fill you up with my cum, again princess?"

"Jake-"

"Yesterday when you were riding me," he says in harsh staccato. His breath is rough and rugged. "A-And your hips were moving just right and your tits- God those tits." He leans back to watch them jiggle underneath them and Jake's balls squeezes in warning. "I just-" his voice cracks as he whines, "I just needed to flood you with my cum, baby-" your cunt squeezes his cock once more and you're both dangerously close to the edge.

"H-Here-'' he says, bringing your hand up to his throat. "Choke m-me, I think I'm gonna cum." His words alone have your back arching off the desk, slipping into your own orgasm.

“J-Jake-” Somehow you still muster the energy to choke him like he wants and that has his hips stuttering and the praises flying from his lips as he says, "F-Fuck, I'm cumming for you, Angel. You're milking my cock- babe-" his hips ram into yours as his eyes squeeze shut. Jake's caught in the ultimate pleasure as he imagines everything from your tits swelling with milk, to him fucking you while you were pregnant.

"O-Oh my fucking god," the amount of cum leaking out of his cock threatens to push him out of you, and you're both huffing in the quiet office air.

Soon you're both hurtling down to your current reality, but still, Jake keeps his hand on your hips, listening to your heartbeat.

"If you really don't want one - I'll go get you a plan b right now-"

"W-wait," you stop him from leavi⁷ng, "Let's... talk about it later. No promises."

Jake smiles, "No promises.”

#enhypen #enhypen x reader #enhypen smut #enhypen headcanons #jake sim x reader #jake sim smut #jake sim fanfic #sim jaeyun smut #sim jaeyun x reader

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nemesyaaa · 5 months ago

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❝ no brain. only big arms and fat thighs.❞

featuring himbo!rafe x reader.

⸻★himbo!rafe who’s a beast of muscles, all beefy and heavy, literally the bulky man towering everyone around him. when he's not putting on his stupid preppy kook dressing, he loves wearing those little tight t-shirts that are too small to fit his big tits but shows off his well-shaped six pack.

⸻★ himbo!rafe who is the king of manspreading. you can be sure that his massive legs are always highly spreaded every time he sits down somewhere. bonus, when he's wearing one of those favorite shorts after going to the gym, and his thick thighs are naked enough to reveal his fleshy skin filled with hard stunning veins.

✦ He's HUGE so ofc, he's gonna take a lot of place. ⸻ “sit on my lap, baby. you don't need a seat. ”

⸻★ he's more a female magnet than a womanizer. attracts women as well as he knows how to catch them but it doesn't mean he's got a hard interest in them. you're the one he cares about. he's not smart enough to get them with his brain but like any good himbos, he knows how to use his physique to his advantage. ⸻ his pretty face saves his lack of culture.

⸻★ biggest and proud member of the thirst trap community. you can be sure that he posts hundreds of photos after the gym of his large thighs and strong arms, flexing his muscle on the bathroom mirror to get all those veiny lines bulging his thick biceps and pecs.

⸻ he likes to pretend that it's for his gym bros but will delete the story if you don't see or react to his post.

✦ of course, he's an attention whore when it comes to you. that's a true himbo.

( the rest under the cut...)

⸻★ himbo!rafe who will take every opportunity he gets to show you how strong he is.

no matter your weight, he's bigger than you so don't you dare worry about your body size. you're perfect. he's gonna lift you up so easily, and it's also an excuse to show you how well–builded he is.

✦ if your feets hurt, he will carry you a short distance as well as a long one. he will open all the jam jars for you, and carry all your bags and suitcases. with him, you won't move a finger and you can be sure that you won't break any nails.

✦ you are a princess to him, and he will treat you with all the respect a girl like you deserves. he doesn't call you his baby for nothing.

✦ and that man loves to smack on your ass but you immediately need to calm him down because he doesn't know about his heavy strength. like this man, he's kind of a beast, could bruise you with just one good slap.

⸻★ big addict when you touch and compliment his physique. like yes, praise him. you're the gool girl he craves and literally dreams of. huge simp when you've just done your nails and you're testing their quality on him. he loves having your wild marks on his skin. come on, he's big. ⸻ his huge size is literally not for the WEAK so he's begging at your feets for you to use your nails on him. he wants you to dig them so hard so that every time he looks at his broaden back in the mirror, he remembers why he's paying for any of your girls appointments.

⸻★ 100% jealous. he’s really is. he doesn't want to share you. even if you're not his girlfriend, he’s convinced that you are his and that you belong to him.

the problem with himbo!rafe is that he's not really that smart... even if you're the one who made the first move with this guy in the club, you can be sure that the innocent person with whom you flirted will end up in a hospital bed...⸻while you will have all the privilege of ending up in his bed. (women can do no wrong)

he doesn't want to hear or know the context. (be serious, he's not gonna understand it in any case.) like any himbos, he hates to think. he only trusts what he sees. so if he has to spend all the party breaking the jaws of all these guys around you, you can be sure he will do it.

you don't want to care about him ? he's gonna show you a reason why you should.

this man will literally fight. yea, he got muscles to show off but also to be sure to destroy his rivals.

he is proactive. he acts, he does not think.

⸻★ if you want to go out in a short dress, a mini skirt, any tiny piece of clothing, you can be sure that he won't say no but will be clinging to you like a leech. like he's okay with your outfit but you don't go anywhere without him. it's THE RULE.

✦ if you're not okay with that, fine. you're gonna cry about it at home.

and you can pout, he doesn't care. (you're still pretty so…)he will literally mock you by saying don't play games you're gonna lose if you want to win.

“ but raf…” you start. but he doesn't care. “ do not rafe me. you've done enough tonight. ” “ i want to go to the party ! ” “ no, you just want to get on my nerves so you stay here. ”

but if you're going out and the other boys want to look at you, there's no problem. you can be sure that in the next second, their faces will be too broken to continue staring at you.

⸻★ don't talk to him about things that are too complicated like politics, ecology or feminism, you're gonna waste your time. the only thing on his mind is you so don't confuse him with things he'll never understand.

⸻★ himbo!rafe who adores when you need him. like, if this man doesn't wait for your call every time.... that's probably the only reason he has a phone.

he loves when you need him, even for random things. you need a driver? he is there. you need money? give him the amount and it's done. you need advice on your new outfit? he's gonna worship you.

⸻★ himbo!rafe who always got a soft spot for you and called you by sweet nicknames like baby, princess, peach, and pretty. he's listening to everything you have to say, don't make you repeat even if he doesn't understand a single word of what you're saying. ⸻ “ rafe, you're not listening. ” you shouted softly, snapping at him. “ of course, i'm listening baby. ” “ okay so what did I say ? ” “ that you wanna hang out with me tonight ? ” he proposed with such an obvious smile that you're forced to laugh at his audacity. “ i didn't say that. ” “ okay, but do you wanna hang out tonight ? you can't say no. i mean, it's yes or yes. ” “ okay, i wanna hang out with you tonight. ”

if you hate some people, you can be sure he's gonna be the biggest hater of those people too. but easy girl, because he's also the biggest hater of boys that you love.

✦ himbo!rafe who loves when you cry on his arms because one, his ego needs to be the first man you think about when you're sad, but also because he loves to carry you against him. shush you everytime you sob, but also kiss your forehead dearly. he's so gentle at the moment, but the moment he knows the name of who makes you cry, he's turning into an evil man.

⸻★ when you show interest in him, he loses his mind. he's like a sweet giant puppy. he's not the type to blush when you look at him but he just wants to squish you in his big arms. like, you are so nice and pretty.

you make him feel so dumb ( when in fact, he's really stupid on daily and it's not about you.)

⸻★ it's also a sucker for the size difference between the two of you. like, you are so small compared to him. so, don't try to run away from him, he will always be faster than you. himbo!rafe loves to play around with it, resting his arms on your head when he's next to you, joking about your small feets compared to him, pretending to not see you when you're around.

it's all a joke until he finds that thing can be a kink…

and that you’re maybe into it.

⸻★ himbo!rafe who's is a BIG VIRGIN not because he doesn't get any opportunities to fuck some bitches but this man wants to get his first time with you and only you.

✦ not only he cares about his virginity, but he does checks on yours every time.

⸻★ he's got a nice cock if you ask, everything so good-shaped about him…but god, he's such an himbo. there is nothing in his brain, so don't expect your dumb puppy to know how to use his pretty dick.

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i-like-loserz · 6 months ago

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my needy boyfriend

synopsis: mingi is kind of obsessed with you. it's adorable really...

pairing: sub!mingi x reader

warnings: SMUT (18+), needy boyfriend!mingi, taunting, unprotected sex, size kink, creampie, breeding kink, slight dacryphilia

word count: 1k

note: mingi gives off such himbo energy and i need to reflect my neediness in him :D

part II | masterlist

Mingi is just so easy.

With a mere suggestive look sent his way, a flirty little smile, or a quick peek of your cleavage, he grows achingly hard under his pants before he even processes what’s happening.

His brows cinch together worryingly as he attempts to strategically hold a book or his jacket in front of the desperation pressing against his pants.

He looks so pitifully pretty when he meets your stare, brown eyes silently begging you to take care of him so he doesn't have to walk around like that all day.

Every night his big hands shakily ghost over the softness of your thighs like he’s apprehensive to touch something so precious. Your poor boyfriend can barely handle the barest touches before he’s on his knees, begging for more.

When you finally give him what he wants, he looks a mess under you with his fluffy hair, kiss-swollen lips, and pants barely shoved halfway down his legs because of how eager he was.

You’re completely bare on top of him, skin hot against his as you stare down at the pretty sight of your flushed boyfriend, panting sweetly under you. Mingi melts against your body with a whiny moan, hips desperately rutting against yours as you pin him against the couch.

Your hot mouth drags against his sensitive neck as you grind down on him. With each slow drag of your hips, his cock slips in between the slick folds of your pussy, just barely pressing against your entrance, but never fully pushing in.

You can tell by the low choked out moans and the subtle sheen of his teary eyes that he’s already overwhelmed by your teasing.

“Baby, p-please stop – I’m about to –”

You giggle at his pathetic whimpers begging you to stop before he cums from the mere touch of your pussy. He hasn’t even pushed in yet.

You dip down to capture his lips, hands cradling his jaw as you pull him closer. His body practically vibrates as he eagerly returns the kiss, his mouth clumsily moving against yours.

“If you’re gonna cum, do it inside of me…” You whisper against his mouth, reaching between your heated bodies to line him up to your entrance. You feel him twitch in your hand as he processes what you just said.

“Y-you’d let me do that?” He’s breathless as he looks up at you with wide adoring eyes. His chest rises rapidly as he anticipates your next move.

“Only if you want to, baby.” You coo as you slowly sit yourself down onto his cock.

“Yes —” He whines, his hands immediately moving to wrap around your waist, pressing firmly against your softness as he struggles to get used to the euphoric feeling of your pussy squeezing around him. “I-I do – please, let me.”

“Fill me up then~”

Mingi’s hips stutter as they buck upwards against you, seeking that impossible closeness that he craves insatiably when it comes to you. His cock sinfully fills you up until your legs are shaking as you struggle to hold yourself up.

Despite his soft and needy nature, your boyfriend is not small by any means. If he wanted to, he could have you pinned against the wall, screaming his name for hours at a time as he makes you cum around his cock.

His hand could easily wrap around your throat and leave beautiful marks on your skin – but that’s not his style. Though he regularly leaves you feeling sore whenever he pushes into you (which is often), Mingi is the one who falls apart and begs for more.

“Fffuck, you’re so wet for me, baby,” he pants, staring up at you with pure infatuation in his eyes, “you’re so pretty – mmhn, so fucking p-pretty…”

He fucks up into you with fervor, addicted to the feeling of your tight pussy fluttering around him and the way your nails scrape desperately against the bare skin of his chest and shoulders. You feel so good he can barely think.

“C’mon, Mingi,” You roll your hips against him, pressing your hands against his firm chest for support. “Fill me up and give me a baby.”

“A-anything – anything for you, baby.” He sounds wrecked as he attempts to answer you.He’s barely thrusting into you as he starts to reach his climax, but you’re still moving above him.

You moan loudly as you attempt to grind against him, his cock drags deliciously against that special spot inside of you. The closeness of your body presses his pelvis directly against your clit, adding another layer of stimulation to the mix.

"O-oh my god, Mingi!"

Sharp bouts of ecstasy are marked with every move you make. You tremble against him in pleasure as heat takes over your body. Stuttering out a moan, you clench around him as an orgasm abruptly rushes through you.

Your back arches as your climax fizzles through every nerve in your body, and Mingi can only groan at the feeling as you push him to the edge.

"Y-yes yes yes yes..." He breathes out barely audible words as he fucks your through your high. He’s still so eager, even with your fucked-out, pliant body now laying over him.

With every small thrust he makes, you suck him back into your wet pulsing pussy, drawing out another ruined whine from his pretty pink lips. The most he can do is hold you down onto him and force you to take all of him as his cock twitches wildly inside of you.

You caress his messy hair fondly, pushing it off his forehead so you can watch as his eyes roll back in pleasure.

He cries out and a familiar warmth shoots into you several times, completely painting your insides. You’re so full that it starts to drip out -- down the sides of his cock and onto the sheets.

He's panting under you, completely ruined by his orgasm, hips still flexing uncontrollably against yours. You lovingly comfort him by pressing small kisses over his heated face and along his neck.

"You came a lot, baby~" You slowly lift your hips until he's barely inside of you so he can feel his cum drip from your overstuffed pussy.

“Fuck, I made a mess again…” Mingi says sheepishly, biting his lower lip as he looks at what he's done.

"Clean it up."

#mingi x reader #song mingi x reader #mingi song x reader #mingi smut #song mingi smut #mingi song smut #ateez smut

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jungshookz · 4 months ago

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taehyung’s gotten really beefy and y/n feels like a hormonal teenager

➺ pairing; roommate!taehyung x roommate!y/n

➺ genre; roomie!taehyungiverse!! honk honk humour!! a little sprinkle of smut because it would be illegal to write about beefy taehyung and not talk about his bulging biceps WOOF WOOF y/n is a lucky girl i need himbo gymrat taehyung so bad

➺ wordcount; 2.5k

➺ summary; over the last few weeks, taehyung’s noticed that you’ve been particularly jittery and nervous around him and he can’t figure out why… after one of his usual morning workouts, he decides to finally confront you about it and your answer is more than satisfying to him.

➺ what to expect; “wait, so you’re telling me the only reason why you’ve been acting so strange these last few weeks is because you think i’m… sexy?”

➺ currently playing on cee.fm; hey daddy (daddy’s home) — usher

»»————- 🏋🏻‍♂️ ————-««

you’re not sure when taehyung decided to go on a new health journey, but it feels like you’ve blinked and watched your boyfriend go from just some handsome guy that you’re in love with to this muscular, gym-crazy man who loves protein shakes and asking for extra chicken at chipotle (who you’re still very much in love with, let’s be clear that nothing’s changed about that) and suddenly has the ability to do like 100 pull-ups without getting tired

“ugh, fuck-“ taehyung grunts as he does his last push up (this is his fourth set, so technically he just did 300 pushups with no problem), getting up from the ground and twisting his upper body from side to side before putting his phone in between his lips, peeling his damp wife-beater tank off and tossing it on the ground

lately he’s been working out in the morning before starting his day and it’s honestly been such a great change — he feels super pumped for the day ahead and completely reinvigorated

and getting his workout done in the morning means he doesn’t have to worry about it for the rest of the day!

he went for a run around the neighbourhood early this morning, and then came home to finish off with some calisthenics

and now he’s gonna do a little cool-down stretch and hit the shower

he hums to himself as he adjusts his wired earbuds, usher’s hey daddy (daddy’s home) making him bop his head — maybe it’s a little douchey of him to be listening to this song while he’s working out but he can’t help that it’s a good ass song

he slips his phone into the back pocket of his grey sweatpants before reaching for the bottle of water, twisting the cap off and lifting the bottle to chug half of it down

“…good lord.” you mutter to yourself, staring at your boyfriend shamelessly from the kitchen as your jaw goes slack

oh yeah — you’re here, too, by the way

you’ve been here the whole time

you watched him do all 300 pushups and you counted

and now your coffee is cold because you can’t multitask and you couldn’t focus on gawking at your boyfriend and drinking your coffee at the same time

taehyung didn’t notice when you slipped past him earlier to head to the kitchen (and honestly, you didn’t want to bother him mid-workout because you know that you hate it when people interrupt your flow) and you’re pretty sure he still hasn’t noticed you, but you’re fine with that because you’d rather he be unaware of your presence than know that you’ve been creeping on him for the last twenty minutes or so

you don’t mean to stare, you really don’t, but… how can you not stare at him in his shirtless, sweaty glory like that?

your mouth goes dry and you swallow thickly when he turns around, his back muscles flexing slightly

and since when did he have such bulging veins in his biceps?!

your eyes trail down the wide expanse of his glistening back and you immediately get flashbacks from the other night when you had your nails digging into his shoulder blades, your hands sliding down to his lower back as he pushed himself into-

“good morning, sexy-“ you’re snapped out of your thoughts when tae delivers a slap to your bare ass as he passes by and you immediately grip onto your mug harder, letting out a nervous chuckle, “you’re finally up!”

“yeah, i-“ your voice cracks and you clear your throat before shrugging, reaching down to pull your shirt down a little to cover your ass, “it’s whatever, i’m cool.” your brows immediately furrow in confusion at your own words

…what?

what are you even saying?

see, something else you’ve noticed that’s happened since taehyung decided that he wanted to go on a run every morning at 5am and come home completely JACKED is that you’ve started feeling nervous around him and you have no idea why

the both of you have been together for five years (and seven months) and somehow you’ve reverted to some lovestruck teenager who giggles at everything

in fact, you feel like how you felt when you first met taehyung when he came to see you about your open roommate application — very intimidated by how handsome he was and hoping that he thought you were cool enough to hang out with

“did you want some of my smoothie, baby? i can already tell this batch might have a little more than usual…” taehyung hums, his tongue poking out from in between his lips as he measures out his double chocolate protein powder, dumping two full scoops into the blender, “could you get the blueberries from the freezer for me?”

“smoothie?” you clear your throat, nodding and setting your mug down, “uh, yeah! blueberries.” you turn around, pulling the freezer drawer open and pulling out the large ziploc of frozen blueberries before shaking your head to yourself to snap out of your funk

smoothie? uh, yeah, blueberries! you mock yourself internally — you are literally incapable of forming full sentences, it feels like you’ve got a bunch of marbles rolling around in your mouth

and he needs to put a shirt on or something because he’s starting to get those toned v-lines that taper down nicely when he wears his sweatpants low on his hips

you didn’t even know those muscles existed

“so did you want some? it’s okay if you don’t, i guess i could drink it all, the extra protein will be good-“

“uh, yeah! i’ll have some.” you nod, setting your mug down and turning to get a cup for yourself

taehyung turns the blender on and the kitchen is immediately filled with the obnoxious, grating sound of ZZzhzhhZHHZHHHHHhHhZHzh but you’re actually glad the space between you is being filled up with that

otherwise you’d have to make conversation with him

and in your current state, you are completely helpless

you watch as he reaches up to slick his damp hair back, leaning back a little to check and make sure all the ingredients are being blended up nice and smooth

it just feels like he’s moving in slow-motion and you… you…

see you just lost your train of thought

THAT’S how bad it’s been

taehyung glances up at you briefly from where he’s standing at the opposite end of the kitchen island, noticing that you’ve seemed to space out again

he has no idea what your deal has been for the last couple of weeks — he doesn’t think anything is necessarily wrong between the two of you, and if there’s a problem he knows you’re more than capable of bringing it up with him and talking it out

but at the same time, something is wrong because you’ve been unusually quiet and every time he tries to make conversation it feels like you don’t know how to speak like a normal human being

like earlier when he said good morning and that you were finally up and you responded with “it’s whatever, i’m cool”

it’s whatever, i’m cool

what the hell was that?!

or the other night when he asked you if you wanted to join him in the shower and you let out the most nervous, high-pitched laugh before practically sprinting away to the kitchen and saying something about needing to wash the dishes

…is it him? are you not physically attracted to him anymore?

that can’t be it, either… you guys had sex the other night and you were very vocal (you guys actually got a noise complaint from a neighbour but he never told you because he knew you’d be embarrassed and never want to have sex ever again, and to be honest, he’s just planning on putting his hand over your mouth the next time you fuck — easy fix!)

“okay, what’s wrong with you?” taehyung asks as soon as he turns the blender off, and you look up from the counter with wide eyes, “you’ve been so jittery with me for the last few weeks and i cannot figure out why, for the life of me. if you’re up to something shady, you might as well tell me now and-“

“what?” your eyelashes flutter in surprise and you let out a snort, his crazy accusation immediately sobering you up, “i promise you i am not up to anything shady, in fact, i’m kind of offended you even had that thought-“

“oh, thank god. you’re speaking like a normal human being, i finally fixed you-“ taehyung sighs, blowing a puff of air out as he pops the blender lid off, dipping his finger into the smoothie before bringing it up to his lips for a taste

“you have got to be kidding me.” you murmur to yourself, watching as some of the smoothie drips from his finger onto his toned abdomen

he swipes it off before sucking it off his finger with a satisfied hum

“you’re a freak!” you blurt out, “oh my god, you are such a freak and it’s like you do these things that i feel like are on purpose but-“

“what are you talking about??”

“i’m talking about- i just-“ you stumble over your words, letting out a groan when you find yourself being unable to form a sentence again

you pause for a second, shaking your head before composing yourself and painting a nice, pleasant smile on your face, “you… you… are you… are you aware of how ripped you’ve become?”

“what?” taehyung laughs in disbelief, his eyes flickering off to the side, “i mean… i know i’ve definitely bulked up a little, i wouldn’t say i’m ripped-“

“you have no idea how hard it is to not throw myself at you every single second of every single day — i mean, i love you and i’m attracted to you no matter what you look like but there’s just something so satisfying about biting into your firm, firm bicep,” you make your way over to taehyung before jabbing a finger into his arm, “like, are you telling me this is all muscle?!”

“i mean-“ taehyung looks down before flexing his arm, making his bicep pop out, “yeah, i guess so. wait, so you’re telling me the only reason why you’ve been acting so strange these last few weeks is because you think i’m… sexy?”

“you have been walking around all shirtless and sweaty with grey goddamn sweatpants so low on your hips that you’re basically naked, this is not on me!” you gawk, eyes widening when taehyung suddenly rounds the corner to get closer to you, “what are you- what are you doing?”

“nothing! we’re having a conversation, aren’t we?” the corner of his mouth twitches in a smirk as he continues walking you back until you’ve found yourself bumped up against the counter, your hands immediately fumbling to grip onto the edges to keep balanced, “oh, what’s wrong, baby? do i make you nervous?” he coos, using his pointer finger to raise your chin and forcing you to look at him before setting both his hands down on the counter and effectively trapping you in

“you-“ your voice cracks and you feel your face getting hotter (again, not sure why because you’ve been dating this man for five years, but maybe it’s a good sign that after all this time you still get super hot and bothered being around him — the spark is still very much alive!), “you don’t make me nervous, that’s ridiculous.”

“oh, don’t i?” taehyung tilts his head, sliding a finger up the side of your bare thigh and smiling to himself when he feels goosebumps starting to prickle at your skin, “you know, it’s funny that you’re scolding me for walking around shirtless in my own home when you’re the one constantly walking around in skimpy little g-strings. how do you think i feel, having to keep myself from bending you over every single surface in this apartment and just pushing your panties to the side?” he asks, voice light as he uses his pinky to brush a strand of hair away from your eyes

“i imagine you probably feel… not… good…” you murmur, crossing your arms over your chest and keeping your chin raised in an attempt to appear as calm and collected as possible

“you don’t have to be nervous around me, honey,” taehyung leans down, and you’re as still as can be when he brushes his lips over yours before starting to plant light kisses along your jaw, “you know i love you and for the record, i think you’re incredibly sexy all the time…” he takes your hand and places it on his firm abdomen before sliding it down, and your thighs squeeze together upon feeling the ridges of his abs

and maybe now isn’t a good time to be thinking this but you can’t help but feel good about the fact that taehyung still thinks you’re sexy — it’s giving you the little ego boost you’ve been needing and- I NEED TO SUCK HIS DICK

okay JESUS

your eyes shoot open at the sudden uncharacteristically graphic intrusive thought and you immediately push taehyung away from you, keeping him at arm’s length

“wh- what’s wrong?” he asks, eyebrows furrowing in confusion, “did i say someth-“

“i need to suck your dick.” you interrupt, staring at him with a neutral expression on your face

“what?” he lets out a laugh, “i mean, yes, obviously i want that but-“

“you need to be quiet now.”

taehyung swallows thickly when he watches you drop to the ground in front of him, staring at him in a way he’s never seen before

oh, jesus.

»»————- 🏋🏻‍♂️ ————-««

“tae-“ you whimper, dropping your forehead on his shoulder as he presses himself into you, a shaky breath slipping past his lips when he feels you clench up around him, “a-agh…”

“jesus, your pussy always feels so good…” he mutters under his breath, looking down to watch himself pull out slightly before pushing back in all the way, smiling to himself when you whimper and ask him to please, please fuck me-

(needless to say, you guys ended up with another noise complaint. whoops.)

🎙️ ask taehyung for the recipe to his 70g protein smoothie (talk to my characters!)

📚 why not explore the rest of the library while you're here? (go say hi to yoongi and y/n in la vie en bonsai!)

💫 or perhaps you want something shorter to read? (drabbles and mini series like this!)

🌟 or something even shorter? (teeny tidbits!)

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wrioluvr · 2 years ago

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sub yandere inmate x gn! prison warden reader

thank u all for 1000+ notes on my last post omg....<3 short fic about an idea i had as i work on part 2 of the sub yandere x himbo reader ♡♡♡ kinda wriothesley inspired coz thats bae...

cw: mentions of nsfw

"so let me get this straight." you sighed, looking at the man who was currently on the other side of the bars in disappointment. "you beat up some of the other inmates and got into a fight because.... they were talking shit about me?"

"exactly..... they were saying you were too strict! but they don't know how much you care for us.... such ungrateful bastards." his last words came out with an obvious distaste. he held the bars of his cell tightly, looking into your eyes imploringly for any sign of validation. "aren't... aren't you proud of me?"

you pinched the bridge of your nose in frustration. "no. you can't just hurt other people for my sake. i'm your warden. i can handle a few snarky comments." he had always been rather attached to you, but he had been acting overly clingy and whiny in the past few weeks. you wondered if solitary confinement was finally getting to his head.

at your words, he crumbled a little, sadness evident in the lines of his pout. your approval meant everything to him, so you being annoyed with him was the worst feeling in the world. but all of a sudden, he perked back up, seemingly coming up with a devilish idea. his voice dropped to a low whisper. "you know.... if you're that upset with me, i'm always ready for punishment." to get his point across, he pressed his ass to the bars, moaning softly as he felt the cold metal graze his hole. "a spanking would be perfect."

you immediately took a step back, glaring at him. "i don't believe in corporal punishment." you said sternly, trying to deter him from getting any more perverted ideas in his head. "you're not even really interested in getting better, are you?"

"whaaat. i am! come onnnnn. the only way you can get me to behave is if you spank me. i'll be a good boy. i promise."

"you know what would be a better punishment?"

"what?" his eyes light up at the thought of you taking the initiative to put him in his place.

"if i don't partake in your twisted scenarios and leave right now. try not to get into any more fights, okay?" you walked away, shaking your head as you wondered what on earth you would do with this pathetic man.

"seriously? no! come back...." he whined, slumping back down onto his bed, defeated. but at least he had got your attention with that stunt... you had been paying far more attention to the other inmates recently.

he giggles to himself, staring up at the ceiling of his cell. a few years meant nothing, if it meant that once he was out he could live out the rest of his days as your malewife, taking care of your every need. that was the one thing keeping him going. you wouldn't be so cruel as to deny him of his fantasy, would you?

#sub yandere #yandere drabble #yandere x reader #male reader #gn reader #dom reader #male yandere

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rotapathetic · 4 months ago

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HIMBO .ᐟ RAFE ┆ emergency contact trend ᰋ

headcannons 𖥔 injury 𖥔 himbo rafe’s introduction 𖥔

“you wouldn’t do it for her,” were the magic words. rafe mentioned doing a backflip off of the high post in front of you guys. you were hanging with rafe and his friend when rafe saw the post and said he would do it. his friend, the ever so instigator, told rafe he wouldn’t do it. that led to them going back and forth, until his friend said rafe wouldn’t do it for you.

and that’s how you found yourself watching rafe remove his shirt that wasn’t particularly required to do a flip, “that’s not funny man, anything for her,” rafe said, doing a little bounce to prepare himself for the trick.

“i didn’t ask you to,” you said, pulling out your phone. this wasn’t the first time rafe did some ridiculous stunt and you recorded.

rafe climbed onto the post, turning to you and pointing a finger at the camera, “this one’s for you,” he turned, launching himself off of the post, and landing safely. at least you thought until he turned around, revealing a bloody knee, possibly scraping it on the way down. he was all smiles, not even feeling the pain because of adrenaline. or because he’s just insane.

you stopped the recording, going up to him. rafe’s smile grew bigger at you, “was that cool?” you nodded, matching his smile before saying, “you need stitches.”

rafe browsed the aisle, tugging at your hand, “i think it’s over here, come on,” he pulled you along. he already held five games in his hand. he saw a post on social media earlier talking about this gaming series and rafe immediately needed to have it. you warned him about the total, but he couldn’t care less. his reckless spending is something you’ve gotten used to.

he stopped in front of a display case that had the game he was looking for inside, “here,” he handed you the games he carried. you grabbed them, furrowing your brow. rafe gripped the sides of the case, figuring out how to open it. he knocked at the glass, getting closer to peek in, “it’s right there, teasing me,” he said to the game.

you noticed quickly it was locked and an employee had to open it for him. rafe, of course, didn’t notice this, and continued messing with the case. he pulled at the opening, frowning when it didn’t budge. you pulled out your phone, knowing where this was headed. rafe pulled even harder, breaking the case. an alarm went off as rafe reached in to grab the game, “got it.”

a few more games started to spill out, rafe startling and trying to catch them. when they continued dropping to the floor, he looked around nervously. that’s when a security officer stepped up to you two, looking at the damage rafe had done. rafe waved at him, “this thing was very hard to open. what’s that noise?” he looked at the ceiling, just now registering the loud alarm. you stopped the recording, turning to explain what happened to the officer. rafe ended up paying a fine and buying the games still.

rafe pulled over to a spot at the gas station, getting out to get gas for the car. you sat playing on your ipad in the passenger seat. you heard a tap at your window from rafe, and you rolled it down, “yeah?” rafe stared at you, like he just got caught doing something he wasn’t supposed to and got in trouble, “um . . i think i messed up,” he said. you looked down, seeing liquid on the ground and rafe still holding the pump, “the tank rafe, put it in the tank,” you rushed out, watching him finally realize where the tank was and put it inside. you sighed, “you don’t know how to get gas?”

rafe shrugged, twisting and kicking at the ground, “i ask for help all the time. didn’t want to in front of you,” he mumbled. you smiled at him, “it’s okay to ask for help, that’s not embarrassing. you could’ve asked me,” rafe glanced up to you, “i wanted you to think i knew what i was doing, why would i ask you? did you even hear what i just said?”

you giggled at him getting riled up, “okay, fine, sorry. take the pump out, it’s done,” rafe did as you said, shaking off the pump. he laughed, “kinda looks like pee,” he put the pump between his legs, “take a picture,” he told you. you pulled out your phone, taking a video instead, rafe moved with the pump, and you put your hand over your mouth to contain laughter when a lady walked by, giving you two a look. rafe noticed her, quickly putting the pump back in its place then smiling innocently at her.

you applied the mask with the applicator, seeing rafe in the mirror behind you. you giggled, “you can come in,” he stepped inside hesitantly.

“this is your you time, i didn’t wanna interrupt . . it just looks cool,” he stared as you continued applying. you extended the applicator to him, “want some?” rafe glanced up to you, “really? i can?” he asked excitedly.

you nodded and two minutes later, you guys were rocking matching face masks. you grabbed your phone and started recording when rafe poked at his, “so i’m gonna look like you? ’cause your skin is really pretty, i’m gonna have skin like you?” you nodded behind the camera. you put yourself in frame, recording you two. rafe was still staring in awe into the mirror, turning his head this way and that. he looked down to the camera, grinning big.

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Hello! Popping my request in here. ‘ v ‘

Your Kuroo and Kenma fic was to die for, but what I really need is a NSFW Bokuto and Kuroo with reader. Maybe a polyamorous situation?

Because how could you have one without the other? they’re a package deal. 🫱🏻‍🫲🏼

kuroo x reader + bokuto nsfw

this has been in the drafts for a while, just needed to stitch it up. sorry i been gone ya'll, i'm getting ready for big girl life. i can't write and be on top of everything else at the same time rahhh

warnings. heavy nsfw, minors DNI

details. fem!reader / mmf threesome / f!rec oral / praise kink!bokuto / scheming kuroo / soft dom!kuroo, switch!bokuto / overstim / begging / established relationship / himbo!bokuto / everybody is possessive / shallow 3sum vs legit poly theme / 2.3k words

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Your feet were dragging across the floor as you shouldered the bedroom door open.

The exhaustion you had accumulated from that cursed double-shift left your face heavy, your limbs aching. The dull, fuzzy noise of the TV didn't even set you off as unusual.

Kuroo was sprawled across the mattress on his phone, already dressed for bed in the t-shirt you wanted to wear.

You groaned at him, grumbling some half-baked, silly threat to take his clothes off.

He laughed at you, lively, despite the late hour, and spoiled you with a flurry of kisses across all your favorite spots.

"Oohh... Bad shift?" He chuckled.

You started clumsily unbuttoning your stupid, stinky blouse for a few difficult seconds before letting his bigger, steadier hands take the role over instead. But he started doing it back up-- you let out a confused cry. He shushed you.

"What--?"

His lip was tucked between his too-perfect teeth, usually something he reserved for real exciting moments.

He whispered, "We have company, baby."

You jumped in his grip, eyes flying open to scan your bedroom, and realized somebody was sitting in his big gaming chair. It made you feel about a thousand times more tired.

There was an arm visible, troubleshooting his console, and the sound of some games getting shuffled through. The hand was huge, and you couldn't easily recognize who it belonged to. It -for sure- wasn't Kenma.

Before you could scold him for not warning you, he pressed a raunchy kiss to your jawline and pulled you in for a firm hug. You shudder, unprepared, and cautiously eyeing the back of that chair to make sure you had not just critically embarrassed yourself in front of some famous athlete.

Kuroo often had members of serious leagues over, sometimes for PR, sometimes only because he was a cool-people magnet.

"Shhh- it's just Bokuto," He grinned into your shoulder with a giggle, and for the life of you, you couldn't figure out what was so damn funny, "We're playin' some games."

That wasn't as relieving as his tone would indicate.

Bokuto was a topic between you for a few reasons you were too tired to mull over, right now.

With another shiver, perishing the thought of your 'third' talks, you pushed him softly away.

After lending you the shirt you wanted -because he always gave you what you wanted- you chose some PJ pants to wear for as long as Bokuto decided to stay over, and left once again to go wash the day off.

The idea that he might leave while you were in the shower was not reality. It wasn't much of a bother, because something about his vague form in the dark kept you feeling lighter, out of curiosity.

You slipped under the covers next to Kuroo's leg.

Clean, and cool, and tired. You didn't even reach for your phone. The lamps were on. No alarm set. Kuroo was chatting quietly to Bokuto. Their controllers were clicking. Your body kept perfectly still as you began to fall asleep. 19 hours. Of work.

You only stirred at the feeling of closeness, new and slow, on your other side.

It was a passive, warm, sort of presence. Their conversation then kept you from falling immediately back asleep.

"It's fine, dude!" Bokuto winces, realizing his own volume in the process of it coming out of his mouth. That was from your left. You shift to your right side, closer to your partner.

He's quieter, as he clarifies, "I still like hangin' out."

They were still playing, just further away from the screen.

"Maybe- uh, some other time?"

There's no response to him; only the soft sound of their fighting game. It starts to follow a rhythm of noise that lulls you back down, but you feel a hand massaging your hip.

It was impossible to mask anything with all the sleep still hanging over you. Your thighs squeezed, twitchy, and you took a short breath in.

Your gasp was not loud, but the way it stilled them made it feel that way.

"You awake, babygirl?"

That pet name was reserved for sex only-- it jumpstarts your heart. What was he playing at?

Your eyes open, barely, in a firm inspection of his face.

There was a tiny squint at the corner of his eyes. He was trying not to smile. When Bokuto looked up at him, basically asking for guidance, you put it all together.

He was scheming. This was no accident; Kuroo wasn't the type of guy to attract coincidence. Most everything he did was on purpose because he crafted it so.

"You weren't awake for all of that, were you?"

His thumb prods, firm, into your hip joint.

When you try to roll over on your back, flustered at his tone, his touch, you bump into Bokuto's knee. He must've shifted closer. You didn't know what to say-- their exchange was still vague.

His chuckle at your slight panic makes you tense.

"That'd be pretty embarrassing-," Bokuto seethes at the idea, his strong chest filling up even more. His little strangled groan, barely covered by a false cough, doesn't go unnoticed, "Not gonna lie."

You're sandwiched between them.

You need to keep your arms squeezed in because they had completely commandeered the mattress space. Your guest felt a little guilty, looking down at you, so he attempted to make things better.

Bokuto slid further down, under your covers-- you scooted closer to your boyfriend, your cheek squished into his hip.

He remained still, like he doesn't intend to... participate.

"Why don't you tell me about work, hm?"

He's taking the roll of a sentient brick wall, instigating, here and there. Your brow furrows, and you have to glance from Kuroo's genuine interest to the wild animal he invited into your apartment. Right into your bed.

No doubt Kuroo told his friend that you don't take well to the spotlight, and they're doing all the theatrics on purpose to get a reaction out of you.

"You- you don't want to hear about my shift--," You shudder.

You suppress a squeal at Bokuto's rough palm. It found part of your exposed belly, where your shirt had lifted, as a result of your squirming.

It reminds you of the rant you had gone on, the last time you talked about how bad you wanted to take both Kuroo and Bokuto. Maybe, in the safety of your relationship, and still whisked away post-orgasm, you had been overzealous with lustful desires.

Kuroo acts like you're being ridiculous. He sighs, too candid, "Of course I wanna hear- you always tell me."

His hand started rubbing your scalp, reassuring, and he tilted his head down at you.

"I look forward to it."

So soft, and sweet, and considerate. You sink, a little, and think about apologizing-

That big hand slid up and firmed right under your bare chest, "Ohh, I wanna hear about it, too!"

You wince away from Bokuto's intense eye contact-- you can't even look this man in the face, or keep your composure with his hand on your tummy. Forget about- What all did you say? Let him destroy you?

The weight of his dense body made the bed shift deeper in his favor, not Kuroo's. He was more than capable of destruction.

"Really?" You sigh, breathless.

Kuroo shimmied down to your side, at last, but it came with him stripping all of you of the blankets.

"Well, he can ask the questions," Bokuto leaned further over you, a new smell, a new kind of intensity.

His brow finally lowered to something more relaxed, his quick eyes bouncing around your somewhat covered body. A thumb, you're not sure whose, brushed your nipple and you flinched up towards him. The two worked in tandem to get you cozied up that way.

Finally, a hand that you know is Kuroo's, grabbed your chin to bring you in for a kiss. Bokuto watched, impatient, fully palming your chest.

Kuroo's mellow, deep voice brushes your lips, not quite done with kissing you, "D'ya mind if he gets a little taste while you take me through it?"

He was dumb, and hot, and enthusiastic-- the kind you might not want to date, but would make for a fun time. You trust that they talked about it. You trust that Kuroo knows you enough at this point, and will stop things if they get too out of hand. You're into it by now.

"I don't mind," You barely get out before he takes your mouth hostage again.

Bokuto, though clumsy, and heavy-handed and overexcited at the best of times, still made for a welcome change.

"Ohh- fuck, f-uck-!"

His tongue lapped enthusiastically at your soaked, sensitive cunt. Kuroo kept one of your legs to himself, holding it casually, with a lazy smile across his face.

"Mmm, does'he feel good, babygirl?" His words were a warm, confident purr against your hairline.

Kuroo typically was slower, kind of went at his own pace, when he went down on you. He liked talking while he did this sort of thing.

Bokuto sucked a soft, wet kiss to your clit before pressing the flat of his tongue all the way down, then right back up. He carried no intention of keeping anything 'toned down,' for the sake of romance. He just wanted you to cum, as fast as possible.

You gasped, nails scratching hard against his forearms.

"Yes-y-es, ah-h-!"

He hummed, approval- if you had to put a connotation to it, fingers firming around your throat, "Good, good. Now tell me about your day."

Your noncompliant whine, though realistically earned and downright adorable to him, was not what he asked for. He rested the side of his face onto his fist and sighed, pouty, at you.

"Hmmmm," Bokuto's interjection buzzed against you-

"M-mnh!"

"You two are, like, so cute," His head popped up for a second, his fingers grazing over your entrance, instead while he addressed his friend, "Good for you guys."

Kuroo grinned. "Thanks, buddy."

Their relaxed, apathetic conversation lit fire-y chills down your arms. Kuroo slid a heavy palm down to your wrist, smooth and controlled.

Sure, he was experimental most of the time, but this was a big first for both of you. You assumed he might tread on the more cautious side. Did he have everything so planned out that he didn't feel protective, or conservative with the information he gave, at least?

"Where's my recap, babygirl?" He, again, sighs at you. It's chock-full of wistful attitude.

"I-, I, I-- hh-oh-! Oh, my gosh--," Tears pricked your the corners of eyes.

Maybe Bokuto was really good at giving head, and Kuroo knew it? That's why he was forcing you to split your mind?

His tongue was just faster- the right pressure you needed, the right mix of messy and careful, quick and slow. His nose bumped your clit as he really got his face in it.

"Awww," Kuroo cooed at you.

The smile on his jaw faded every time he saw you looking at him. What an actor. He wasn't cut out to be so cold but he sure loved to pretend, especially for an audience.

"You better not cum, princess. I promised Koutarou he could try that pretty pussy out tonight."

His threat was so toneless, you took a few seconds of empty, clueless staring to understand him.

'Don't cum' didn't match up with his soft lips, sucking on your clit again. You felt him smile.

"Mm-!" You went to push him off of you, because you were way too close, "Bokuto- pl-ease--,"

"Shhh, baby. Call him Koutarou," He snickered at you.

Your fingers had barely reached his stiff, frosted tips before Kuroo intercepted them. His longer digits possessively laced through the webs of yours.

But he didn't take them back, like you expected him to. He set your hand on the back of Bokuto's head, pulling him in, encouraging him to stay right there--

"Mmmh," He moaned, obedient, relaxing against you.

His strong arms pulled at your hips. It shoved you right to the edge and there was nothing left to stop the momentum.

You squeaked out a panicked sound, and now that Kuroo wasn't holding your leg open, you squeezed his head between your thighs, panting, begging for a break. It didn't help to move him.

"A-aah-!"

Kuroo couldn't help but grin at your conflicted bliss and despair. It was, after all, evidence that you wanted to be good for him.

You were a trembling mess as you came down, muttering-, "N-no-, nono- I wasn't-- ah-hm, Koutarou!!"

Though Kuroo let your hand slip out from under his, his own was still affectionate and in place, tangled in the roots of his hair to keep him there.

It sounded wet, what he was doing to you.

You flinched, moaning and squirming at the overkill, but didn't dare grovel. Kuroo liked it too much. You'd be digging a deeper hole if you gave him the chance to tease.

Though overstim was his favorite torture on you, he couldn't be bothered to punish you for long after that. You tried so hard not to cum, and you were just too cute, so you got an automatic pass.

His palm slid away after he got his fill. Bokuto came up, practically drowning, but happy about it.

"You've gotta teach me that, sometime," Kuroo rolled onto his back and put hands behind his head. He was so hard, and it was laughably obvious through his shorts, but he made no moves to palm himself. Maybe he was trying something out?

His thigh prodded at yours, back and forth real slow, as a grounding sensation for you.

Bokuto licked his lips, wiped his face, and peered down at you like a meal, "How's tomorrow morning work?"

You were shaking like a leaf.

"Or--," He smirked, a little toothy and crooked at the solid number he had already done on you, "Fuck. What about right now?"

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