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I take my yandere possessed vibrator idea back... yandere possessed dildo because imagining that fly at you when you try leaving the house for any reason is very amusing to me

It’s be even funnier if it was one of those thrusting ones 😭😭 IMAGINE TRYING TO SLEEP AND ITS THRUSTING INTO YOUR CHEEK

Imagine a ghost/ demon that’s obsessed with you but they cannot touch you, so they possess your sex toys.

You often find your vibrators and dildos thrusting and vibrating just a bit stronger than before. You’ve never had toe curling orgasms with them before but now it’s a common occurrence. Hell, even sitting on your washing machine gets the job done.

And you just can’t figure out why every inanimate object you’ve had a sexual encounter with is ten times stronger… until you try to go on a date and your dildo slaps you in the head.

Were you being haunted? Were you being haunted by a nymphomaniac?

nsfw - minors DNI

In my effort to finish hq season 4, all I can think is:

I’M SO FUCKING PROUD OF HINATA

and

SOMEBODY GET THAT MAN A BLOWJOB FOR ALL HIS HARD WORK

And then my brain was like,

Mmm Hinata blowjob 😌

Additional note: this takes place post timeskip!

I am aware tht Hinata is a minor in s4 and when I wrote this it was considering All the hardwork that got Hinata to div.1, not just s4.

Shoyo who gets so wound up the second you drop to his knees for him that he can’t sit still. The entire time his abs are tensing, hands grabby and desperate, hips thrusting.

“You did so well baby.” You praise as you pull him from his volleyball shorts. He’s so thick and theres a bead of precum at the head already. When you first started coming to his games he was eager to watch you watch him be great, afterall he’d worked hard to make it to the professional volleyball world. But when faced with his progress, his amazing talent, well you had to find some way to show just how proud you were. Now Shoyo spends half the match trying not to pop a stiffy in his shorts because he knows no matter the outcome that his effort will be rewarded.

He’s so whiny as you kitten lick at his tip, the rest of his thick length held tightly in your hand. You don’t tease for long though, cos this is meant to be a reward.

As you finally take him into your mouth you can feel his hips shifting, jerking into your mouth. He’s obsessed with how hot it is. How your tongue wriggles against the veins of it. How you suck him deeper and deeper.

His mouth is open, babbling and lost in the sensation, but his eyes are almost intimidating in their focus. Cos he wants to watch the entire thing. Wants you to look at him as you reward him.

Putting On A Show - NSFW

Featuring: Timeskip! Tsukki

Warnings: Voyourism, mentions of a razor (it’s for shaving), shower sex (sort of but not really)

I was taken with the idea of sensual shaving, and Tsukki getting off on watching his partner grooming. This has not been beta read so :P

Minors dni!!

Tsukki thinks there’s nothing sexier in the world than watching you shave. The focus in your face as you stretch out and lather each leg before sliding the razor along the smooth expanse of your skin. And it’s not necessarily that he likes you shaved. In fact if you didn’t want to, he would never insist or even care really. But something about your body in the moment of the action. You’re wet hair framing your face as you’re bent over your body. Watching as your body contort and twist to reach each part of you. The intimacy of seeing you groom yourself, seeing something that no one else will ever see because you’re his alone to view.

Sometimes he’ll get in the shower too and stand close behind, hands distracting because he can’t keep them to himself. You always struggle to focus as he does, hands on your hips and smoothing up your spine, chest pressed against your back to help steady you he says but you can feel his erection sliding between the crease of your ass. And his eyes themselves feel like a caress on your skin as they observe each movement. When he gets in with you, you always end up far too worked up to finish shaving and by that point Kei is far to worked up to pretend to care.

On the times he doesn’t get in, Kei will lean against the counter, arms folded and gaze steady. His face gives nothing away, but the clear line of his cock hard in his trousers tells you how much he enjoys watching you. On those occasions you make sure to take your time, drawing out each languid stretch, each reach, each stroke of the razor. You glance up at him often and smirk when you catch his eye. And when you lean back on the wall to get to the most intimate part of you, Tsukki always leans forward to get a better look. On these occasions he’ll casually mention that you missed a spot you’re sure you’ve already shaved, if only to relive a favourite moment or pose.

The show doesn’t end when you exit the shower either. He’ll hand you your towel so that you don’t drip, but you know better than to cover yourself with it. Instead you put on a show of drying your body and hair with it as you make your way to the bedroom. When you’d realised how much Kei enjoyed watching, when you’d both made it a part of your routine to put this show on for him at least once a week, he’d bought you a dresser and a stool for this part of the event.

There you sit, towel on the floor, and over your shoulder in the mirror you can see Kei sat on the bed, watching. Sometimes he’ll lean back on his elbows to watch you, legs spread enticingly knowing that this is his to enjoy. Other times he’s sat all the way forward on the edge of his seat, eager eyes scanning to catch every detail and it’s these times that have you rubbing your thighs together. He’ll watch you brush and style your hair, though the both of you know that once this is over this work will be for naught. He’ll watch you smooth creme into your skin and you’ll make a show of rubbing it into your neck, stretching it this way and that way. You’ll lean over and massage it into each leg. Then, catching his eye in the mirror, you’ll ask Kei to help you with your back. When he stands to do as asked there’s always a sense of being hunted when he approaches, because by this point Kei’s thread is pulled taut in anticipation. His hands are rough but gentle on your skin and you can never help but sigh softly, and it’s always this sound that breaks him.

The show may be for Kei, but you can’t say you don’t enjoy the process either.

Please 😩 and you just know the more needy you are the happier he is to provide. Beg for him and he’ll be ready to go all night for your pleasure.

no cuz just the idea of Iwaizumi Hajime (24) breeding his dumb cockslut until shes content makes me so🥺

hes such a service dom and i love him for it

And then him pretending he doesn’t want you to do it again 🤤

stoppppppppp tsukki almost broken for release🥴 I would take care of him so good🤧

I welcome myself once again to the bottomless pit of tsukki brainrot -🍋

Tsukki who just- Is outta breath and panting. He hates it. He wants it to end. He wants you to just let him cum already. He knows what he has to do. Having held out this long, there's just nothing he can do now but bend to you.

Breathless "Fine" and "Please" with his head tipped back and lips parted while he comes undone for you. Stomach twisting in knots for being so pathetic but there's nothing Tsukki can do but crumple into you while his body betrays him 😏

Character: Ojiro Aran

Reader: Gender Neutral

Warnings: Reader is a Pillow Princex-ish, Dom Aran, Sugar Daddy Aran

Bartender's advice: My subby brain is having hhhhhng problems.

Aran fucking adores you.

Just as much as he adores fucking you.

You're such a perfect fit for him. When he first looked for someone to provide for, he never thought he'd take to you. You're stubbon and independent, and not what he wanted at all.

But something about you drew him in, and before he knew it, you're under him.

And fuck is he ever glad that he stayed.

With a single touch, and you're putty.

You're putty in hands, letting him manhandle you into any position and fuck you as he pleased.

You follow his every order, every command.

Outside his bedroom, you're so stubborn and headstrong, refusing to cooperate with those you deem incompetent.

But inside the bedroom, all fight leaves you as you let Aran do you as he pleased.

It boosts his ego to the maximum, and you always find yourself gifted with lavish gifts after every session.

If you continued being that way...

He just might keep you for himself.

And honestly, will you even say no?

©thescornybartender 2021 Please do not plagiarise or repost my works.

Oh sweet mercy 😍😩

— into you (kei tsukishima)

summary; your best friend discreetly fucks you on the couch in the midst of a party.

warnings; smut, nsfw. curses. kei being snarky as usual. thigh-grinding, penetration, cumming inside. mentions of alcohol. i think that’s it.

a/n; this is kinda crappy but i wanted to post something :))) okay enjoy loves <33

“I didn’t bring you here to cause a scene, settle down,” Kei says as you messily plop down onto his lap. His left arm engulfs your waist as he tries to accommodate you. There’s a goofy grin spread across your face as you lazily sip on your drink, leaning back on his chest.

You shuffle a bit on his lap, your skirt riding up your thighs in the dim light of the living room. Kei clicks his tongue, hands already reaching towards the fabric to pull it down.

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Cheater Cheater Event!!! - NSFW

Featuring: Timeskip! Cheater Daichi

Warnings: afab reader, power dynamics, cunnilingus, blowjobs, cheating (obviously), y/n is a lil toxic but in a hot way

Words: 2.3k

Minors dni!

I’m so excited to have participated in this event. I really wanted this piece to be perfect and whilst I don’t condone cheating, whew! I’d cheat with Daichi 🤤 go check out @a-kaash-me-outside to see other entries in the collab or to check her stuff out in general! Thanks so much for hosting!

Never again. Daichi tells himself that everytime he finds himself with his hands twisted in your hair, mouth moving possessively against yours. As your hands pull at his hair and nails claw at his back. As he ruts desperately into your heat, cream lining the base of his cock. As he tells you how good you are, how perfect for him, how delicious you taste.

It’s what he tells himself as he opens the door to your smirking face, so much like your sister’s. He had tried to ignore you, to ignore your texts and videos, knowing that his radio silence wouldn’t deter you because time and time again it ended with him sending the same message. A desperate ’I need you’, because all Daichi could think about was the feel of your nails on his scalp, your lips on his neck, and your tight fucking pussy clenching down as he filled you up again and again.

The thoughts plagued him as he kissed Aiko off for work. They were on his mind as they sat through another uppity dinner that Daichi would have rather had at home. Worst of all, they were all he could think about on the occasions Aiko tried to initiate some sort of intimacy between them. All he could think of when he had his girlfriend's lips on his was how much he wanted his lips on yours.

You don’t say anything when you enter, crowding Daichi’s space as he shuts the door behind you. You don’t say anything as you reach your arms around Daichi’s neck, shudders running up his spine as your fingers scratch his scalp before fisting it in your hands to pull him into a bruising kiss. Just like that a flip is switched and Daichi feels like his skin is burning all over. His hands grab and flex at your hips, groaning as he kisses you with lips soft but forceful. It doesn’t take much prompting for you to open your mouth to him and let your tongues move over each other. It’s sloppy and desperate. Daichi can feel how the saliva dampens both your mouths but he knows you don’t mind, always smirking in satisfaction when he spits in it. He doesn’t do that now though. Not yet, he knows.

Instead Daichi reaches his hands around your thighs and hoists you up, shifting so he doesn't have to stop kissing you. He knows you can feel his erection between you when you smirk against his mouth. You hadn’t been there, in his arms, for more than five minutes and already Daichi was hard to the point of pain.

He walks you to the bedroom, their bedroom he thinks with some shame, but then your lips drift to his jaw down to his neck and the thought floats away as he feels your teeth at his jugular.

”Y/n…” he murmurs, the first words that manage to leave his lips since you’d arrived.

You lick a line along his collarbone in response before sliding from his arms. Daichi doesn’t like it but he doesn’t stop you as he sees your arms reach for the hem of your dress and pull it over your head. A curse falls from his lips as your lingerie is revealed to him, the colour standing in beautiful contrast to your skin. He can’t stop staring at your body. The sway of your hips hypnotises him as you walk towards him.

”Take off your shirt.” You demand softly as you fall to your knees before him and Daichi wastes no time following your order. Your pleased hum makes him bite his lip.

Daichi tries to stand still but he can feel his body vibrating with anticipation as your hands slide up his thighs only to lightly skim against his erection and he tries to thrust in the sensation.

”You’re so worked up,” you tut mockingly from your knees. Slowly you undo his trousers and pull them down along with his briefs. ”If you’d let me, I could have helped you out sooner.”

The irony of who’s really in control is not lost on him. Daichi briefly considers responding but then your mouth is on him and it punches the breath from him. Your mouth is so hot around him. You lean back from a moment to spit on his cock and it makes Daichi moan at how filthy it is everytime. Whenever you take him into your mouth it is immediate, mouth sucking him until the head of him hits the back of your throat. Your hands are on his ass helping him to thrust into your mouth, drool spilling from the sides. It’s always too much but Daichi thinks it would be far worse if you stopped. He loses himself in the feel of your tongue licking along the veins of his cock and the light scrape of your teeth on his shaft and the squeeze of your throat. He reaches the peak so quickly with how relentlessly you suck him and then it is gone and his chest is heaving.

”You always make such pretty sounds.” You hum as you rise slowly, nails running up Daichi’s chest and he twitches under your administrations, before reaching your arms around his neck to pull him into another bruising kiss. One of his hands reaches down to grip your ass and the other makes swift work of your bra, wanting to feel your skin against his without any barriers.

”Eager aren’t y-” Daichi cuts you off with a bite to your neck and is rewarded with a gasp.

He spins you quickly, backing you into the bed until you stumble onto it. Daichi kicks off his trousers and wastes no time following you down. He groans into the kisses. He can’t help but feel overwhelmed by the feeling of your soft flesh in his hands. This is all that he could think about and it was all he could do to hold out this long but now that you’re here…

He pulls away abruptly and you whine lightly but he wastes no time explaining his actions. Instead he yanks at your panties and just barely finds the control to not rip them from your body in his eagerness to get to your pussy. Finally. Finally, he thinks, as his eyes roam your naked form. The rise and fall of your chest as you pant lightly, the swell of your hips into plush thighs, the plump lips of your sex, and your eyes. They stare straight into his, daring him into action.

Daichi parts your thighs and nestles himself between them, the scent of your arousal making his mouth water and his eyes glaze over. He uses his thumbs to spread you open in his bed- their bed, and god does he feel disgusted with himself, but not nearly enough to stop him from grinding his erection into the mattress at the sight of your weeping pussy. Your hole flutters as he stares and Daichi brushes the pad of his thumbs over it, entranced.

”You have no idea how fucking good you look right now,” he groans before diving in and moaning at the taste of you.

Daichi slurped eagerly between your legs, large, rough hands holding your thighs open. It stole the breath from your lungs, how eagerly he licked at you. His tongue worked wide and flat over your clit in long strokes, and then it was at your entrance to catch the grool that dripped from you. The sound of it was filthy and filled the room mixing with the symphony of your gasps and whimpers. Daichi slurped at you like a man dying of thirst. It had been weeks since your last meeting and far too many months since this whole thing had begun. Daichi was always aware of the time limit to get his fill of you and desperation worked in every action.

Your moans only drove him further into insanity as Daichi felt himself get drunker and drunker on the taste of you. You moaned with abandon. You moaned like someone who had nothing to hide. Like you didn’t care who heard you. Like you didn’t care if your sister walked into their home to find you with your legs wrapped around Daichi’s head and it only drove him to lap at you more. Your thighs trembled in his hands, flesh spilling between his fingers, and he used his grip to pull you closer. You were going to cum. He could feel it in the flex of your hole as he worked his tongue into it and Daichi knew he craved the taste of your cream far too much for him to ever stop.

”Daichi!” You gasped desperately, and then your thighs were clamped around his head, hips grinding into his mouth as you came. It tasted so sweet that Daichi was moaning along with you. He licked until your body went limp and then he crawled up from where he lay between your thighs, sucking hickeys and bruises into your skin on his way. Your chest rose and fell heavily in the aftermath of your orgasm but Daichi gave you no chance to recover as he claimed your lips as his own. He worked his tongue into your mouth and grunted when you sucked on it.

His cock throbbed painfully from where it was pressed between the two of you. Daichi ached to be inside you, hips thrusting against you subconsciously. He was so engrossed in kissing you and the sweet friction of his cock rubbing against your skin that he was grunted in surprise when his back hit the mattress and he found himself beneath you. You slid your wetness over his cock, smearing your cum over his hard skin.

”Please,” he gasped.

”Since you asked so nicely,” you said, but Daichi could hear the edge of a moan in your voice and it pleased him to know it was because of him.

He watched as you sat up on your knees and reached down to put the tip of him at your entrance but you didn’t sink down onto him just yet. You were smirking at him, at his desperation. With a growl Daichi used his hold on your hips to thrust up into you, cock breaching your walls and he moaned loudly with relief despite only barely being in you. You’d cried out when he’d done it and now your voice was hitching with whines as you worked your way down his cock slowly. Daichi bit his lip as he watched himself slide into your tight heat. It was the only way to keep himself from moaning so he could listen to you. Hearing the sounds you’d make as you filled yourself up with him was almost as good as the feeling of being inside you.

You let out a soft sigh as Daichi bottomed out that opened into a cry when he couldn’t resist thrusting up. He was back to begging, his thrusts only serving to tease the sensitive head of his cock as it ground within you.

”It’s alright baby,” you whispered gently as you rose until only the tip of him was inside you, ”I’ll take care of you.”

Unlike when you sucked at him, you took your time to slide down his cock again. You weren’t slow necessarily, but you moved with measured strokes up and down and it was driving Daichi crazy.

”So good-” Daichi’s voice broke as he moaned.

Your walls were gummy around him, squeezing and fluttering with each movement. Even now as you rode him, his hips were twitching and rocking up. He couldn’t get enough of you. He wanted to stay inside you forever and each time his hips took on a life of their own Daichi could hear your breath stutter, your moans grow hoarse as he used your pussy.

”Daichi,” you moaned, breath catching in your throat on a particularly forceful thrust that had his cock kissing your cervix.

Daichi felt your rhythm falter. He could feel your walls beginning to clamp down on him and the ring of cream forming around the base of his cock. You were getting close again. You were chanting his name as Daichi tightened his grip on your hips so he could slam you down on his cock. Again and again he pulled you to him.

Your mouth had fallen open in a silent scream and then you were soaking his lap, your cum dripping down his balls. All for him. This was all for him and he loved it. He loved how your nails dug into his skin as he fucked you through your orgasm. He loved how your breath shuddered through you in sobs as you came down. And he loved how your pussy was still choking his dick as his hips refused to slow.

He was falling hard into your body and Daichi wasn’t sure he could find the way out anymore. He sat up quickly, his hips stilling as he claimed your mouth once more.

Suddenly your hand was grabbing Daichi’s chin, forcing him to pull away from you. You started to bounce once more with his face gripped in your hand. He could barely make your face out as his eyes narrowed in pleasure, but he could see the cold possession in your gaze.

“Tell me I’m better.” Daichi started lightly at the demand.

“Y/n-“

“Tell me I’m better than Aiko.” You sharply cut off his protest, your hips speeding up as you rode him.

“You- you're better.” Daichi heard himself gasp out, but the words felt like they came from someone else. “So good- so much fucking better.”

“Tell me you’re mine.” You growled and Daichi wanted to whine pitifully as he felt his balls tighten.

“I’m yours. I’m yours” Daich chanted over and over. The words were the ultimate betrayal. White blinded his vision and came harder than he ever thought he could.

Daichi knew he was ruined. That he would never let you go or stop this madness.

”Aiko will never be able to do this to you.” You whispered softly in his ear.

He knew this was a one way ride to misery, but god did it feel so right being in your arms.

Holy fuck! Okay! Yes! YES! 👀 This is so fucked on both sides but like………….. lowkey pls 😶

everything he's ever wanted

part of my cheater cheater collab

♡ atsumu x freader ~ 6300 words

♡ nsfw - MINORS DNI!!

♡ tw: dark content!! dubcon/noncon, intoxication, cheating, manipulation, cum eating, crying

♡ basically u think ur fucking osamu bc ur so drunk and atsumu takes adv of tht

a playlist i made to go along with the manipulation vibes

♡ the party had simultaneously gone by so quickly and dragged on so long even though you were the one that brought it up in the first place and convinced your boyfriend, osamu, to take you and atsumu to tag along

♡ but your concept of time was out the window along with your balance and partying mood

♡ and you were drunk, so drunk, hadn't been out in so long and were trying to make up for it for some stupid reason, and your feet were killing you and you wanted to go home, but osamu was having so much fun so you tried to wait it out

♡ osamu could see you weren't having fun and as the caring, loving boyfriend he is, was going to cut his night short and take you home, because you were much more important than staying out for a few more hours

♡ "baby, i'm taking you home. you're tired and very drunk and i've got you, okay?"

♡ it takes a bit of time, and several attempts to turn him down, but osamu eventually agrees. atsumu is, after all, the one single person that he would ever trust to get you home safely and put you to bed without having to worry so avidly that he wouldn't enjoy the night anyway

♡ it takes a bit of time, and several attempts to turn him down, but osamu eventually agrees. atsumu is, after all, the one single person that he would ever trust to get you home safely and put you to bed without having to worry so avidly that he wouldn't enjoy the night anyway

♡ osamu kisses you quickly and says something you don't quite catch, but the room is spinning so you don't stick around to ask for clarification. you just want some fresh air.

♡ you're walking home, swaying from side to side, hopping over the small cracks in the sidewalk with atsumu's hand hovering over your arm just in case you lose balance completely

♡ he doesn't want to cross any lines, push through any barriers for both you and osamu. it doesn't matter how infatuated or obsessed atsumu is with you or how much he thinks about you, his brother's unobtainable, but incredibly gorgeous girlfriend, atsumu would never betray his brother, not like this.

♡ but his fingers skim over your arm and you don't move an inch, don't even acknowledge that he's there. his touch flows, so soft that it's tickling the pads of his fingers, and the flat of his hand is resting on your lower back.

♡ you're so out of it that you don't notice or you don't care or you just don't mention it, but... you're not saying anything, so it can't be crossing any line then, right? at least, not ones important enough for you to remember when you're inebriated.

♡ the hand on your lower back becomes stronger, more assertive, more confident in it's placement and in return, you're more lovey, moulding to the warmth and then leaning, on purpose or otherwise, into atsumu's shoulder with a delighted hum.

♡ "mmm, samu, thank you for walking me home, can't wait to get in bed with youuu" ~~

♡ hearing his brother's name come out of your mouth in reference to him makes atsumu recoil, cringing so viscerally that he almost immediately reprimands you, but the correction doesn't dare fall off his tongue.

♡ he couldn't force it if he tried, because you reach up, arm stretching to cusp his face in your hands, so soft against his jaw, and he loses every single train of thought he had.

♡ but that's not enough, because you turn your head and place a kiss wherever your lips land, not wanting to strain yourself. your lips purse against the base of atsumu's neck and they linger, but are gone too soon regardless.

♡ you're giggling because you're warm and your boyfriend is walking you home and you're drunk and happy and what's there not to be smiling and laughing about? you are a perfect state of absolute bliss with a syrupy sweet adoration that atsumu has to pretend is actually for him and he can't help himself-

♡ the instant that you stop walking, both feet planted on the ground for no reason other than the fact that you didn't want to take another step, atsumu kisses you. he takes your face in his hands, lifts your view towards him, looks you directly in the eyes just in case something'll click, and then he kissed you, hard and breathlessly, because he's always wanted to.

♡ god, it would have been so much easier if you just recognized. if you recognized it was the wrong twin in that moment, the rest of the night would have been so much easier.

♡ but you don't recognize him, not when he touches you or looks at you or kisses you. you kiss back, no hesitation in the way you match his intensity, murmuring osamu's name against his lips and, fuck, he's going to have fun tonight.

♡ because you keep calling him osamu the entire walk home, laughing and not registering when an answer comes back that feels a bit more cocky than you're used to, but it's fine. it has to be fine because he's about to get everything he's ever wanted.

♡ when you walk through the door, kicking your shoes off right in the middle of the entrance so that atsumu has to step over top of them, you’re already whining about wanting to be in bed, not straying far enough to be out of atsumu's sight, but enough to coerce him along

♡ you push through the door into your's and osamu's shared bedroom, stepping through the threshold like it's nothing, because it is nothing. this is your room, your private place of residence. you enter easily and without a second thought, and you expect him to do the same.

♡ but this wasn't atsumu's room. he had only been inside on a handful of occasions, frequently spending time in other rooms of the house, but never having a reason to be in your personal space.

♡ atsumu's thankful that you're drunk for many reasons and one of them is the fact that you won't notice the small amount of hesitance that runs through his mind as he steps past the doorframe.

♡ and you don't notice, much too busy with the shirt that's too much work to lift over your head and the pants that are much too tight, buttoned too neatly for your current lack of dexterity

♡ "want this off, samu, help."

♡ this time, atsumu doesn't hesitate, stepping forward in 2 large strides to meet you at the edge of the bed. he takes his time despite how whiny you are to get the articles off of you, but your fussy discomfort can wait.

♡ he wants to revel in it, the fickle impatience you're experiencing and how it makes your eyebrows knit together in the middle of your face and your bottom lip jut out. he leans down, pressing a kiss against it, because he can, and because your pout dissolves momentarily as you giggle at the contact

♡ atsumu's fingers skim against your stomach, migrating back and forth between the hem of your shirt and the waistband of your pants. so many options laid out in front of him and all he has to do is choose.

♡ when you murmur out osamu's name, egging him to move on, he listens, lifting up your shirt, palms sculpting to your sides as he pushes up the fabric.

♡ once he catches sight of your perfect skin, exposed only for him, he starts to lose himself, much too urgent to teasingly strip you. your shirt’s in a heap on the floor and his fingers are fumbling with the clasps to your bra, impatient in his own endeavor to see your perfect body

♡ “need help with this too, baby?” he asks, but it’s already undone, straps sliding down your arms with atsumu’s guiding push.

♡ he bends down, forehead against your shoulder, nose nuzzled right into you, inhaling your scent so deeply that it almost makes him dizzy. your perfume has worn off, subtle hints lingering, but ultimately the only thing he can smell is you.

♡ if it weren’t for his overwhelming need to kiss you, to gawk at you, to taste you, to feel you, he could sit right here, pressed against your skin, breathing you deep for the rest of his life. he can feel the blood rushing from his head, cock growing harder in his jeans as he inhales you

♡ lips press wherever he can reach, licking his lips between each one so you can feel the cool air where his lips used to be whenever he reluctantly pulls away.

♡ wet marks trail down your body, caress roaming briskly so he feel more of you, as much as he can get his hands on, he can't stop, you feel just like he's imagined

♡ he lowers to the ground, lips dragging against your stomach until he's eye-level with your waist. the button's much easier for him to undo, no difficulty unfastening and tugging down your pants for you to step out of them.

♡ your panties are so tight, taut against your puffy lips, a tiny dark spot drawing him in like a man dying of thirst.

♡ fuck, he needs to taste you. he knows that there's an unofficial timer counting down in his head, one that runs out with his brother coming home and all of his dreams coming to an end, but he has to get between your legs, shove his face so deep in your cunt that he'll be tasting it forever

♡ "pretty girl, lay down, let me take care of ya, okay?"

♡ you don't object, but he's not sure that with the state you're in right now, you completely understand the implications of that sentence. your movements don't have nearly as much control as they normally do, back falling against the bed almost instantaneously with your hips.

♡ he wants to continue to take his time with you, but he's getting restless, skin crawling with an overwhelming need, stomach empty, hungry for you and only you. he rolls your panties down your thighs, calves, throws them to the side, and, in a moment, nudges your legs apart

♡ his arms snake beneath the undersides of your knees, hands clasping together under your lower back. he pulls you close, leans in closer, salivating because your folds are glistening. if he didn't have such a hold on you, he'd drag a single digit between them just to test the waters

♡ he'll just have to use his tongue instead

♡ the second his tongue dips into your heat, there's no going back. whatever ounce of reluctance that was buried deep inside has evaporated, gone with all self-control.

♡ it's all teeth and tongue, lips, nose, and chin, any bit of his face that he can rub against your slippery cunt. he can't breathe, too excited, too smothered. he'd rather die than give this up for a second.

♡ you're startled at first, confusion leaving your lips, evident on your face if he looked up for a quarter of a second, but he couldn't, he doesn't, stays buried between your legs, surrounded by you, thighs pressed against his ears so when you tell him...

♡ "stop for second, samu, wait, what? baby, hold on, what's happenin?"

♡ he can't hear a thing, not that he would've stopped if he'd heard you crystal clear.

♡ you taste just as sweet as he thought, maybe even sweeter, hints of salt and thicker than he imagined, swallowing whatever was too much for his mouth. you coat his tongue, prodding at your hole because every time he does, you gush for him even more.

♡ when you give in, not quite understanding, but knowing that warmth is spreading to every inch of your skin and your throat is getting dry, your body relaxes, melts into the bed, hands parting his natural roots. you're far too lethargic to fight it anyway, so you might as well enjoy it.

♡ atsumu could stay here forever, gracious and happy as he sloppily worked his tongue between your lips. if he wasn't so pussy-drunk, he'd be more meticulous, care more about the shape of his tongue and the placement, but he's so hard, cock straining against the insides of his jeans, and his tongue feels so good flicking over and jabbing into your hole, but he needs to be inside you.

♡ he pulls away, watching a thin string connect his lips to yours, cock throbbing at the thought of being surrounded by it, and he whimpers, unapologetically because you won't remember it in the morning and he's been waiting so fucking long to take you

♡ "samu, you came home early for me, lemme repay you, know you love it, baby."

♡ you sit up and before he knows it, you're already crawling towards him, hands out towards his belt, innocent pleas in your eyes that he couldn't deny even if the plea wasn't for something he's fisted his cock to on many occasions.

♡ atsumu places his hands over yours, helping you along as you try to undo his belt and button. you're fumbling even with his guidance, rushing to get it off as you scooch closer and closer with each passing second.

♡ you don't waste any time once his cock is released from it's confines, breath hitching for a moment as you sit back into your heels and just look at him. it makes atsumu's heart flutter in a way that it shouldn't, the admiration in your eyes as you look up at him.

♡ your mind is racing, not all there, and you don't remember osamu's cock perfectly, but this feels different in a way. it feels different against your palm, longer and thicker, slightly more curved, purplish head with precome beading at the slit. you have to open your mouth wider, you think, maybe, jaw aching as you take him into your mouth.

♡ oh my god, your mouth is so warm, hot wrapped around his length, head immediately bobbing so fast that he has no idea how you’re not dizzy. you don't give him any time to think or react, your fingers digging into his thighs, pushing down his jeans further as he slides down your throat deeper

♡ you're choking, gagging on his length, eyes screwed shut, throat sore, speed slowing, but that won't do. his cock sliding against your tongue, mouth so wet and warm, lips tight like a perfect little hole, he can't get enough.

♡ it felt good when you were in control, but when he grabs a fistful of your hair, it gets so much better. he's setting the pace now, no regard for the spit he's fucking out of your mouth or his balls slapping against your chin, just enjoying how willingly your throat accepts every inch.

♡ your nails are digging into his thighs, arms weak, but trying, as they push against him, protests garbled because your mouth is so full. he can't understand you, so he keeps fucking your throat harder, harder, harder, harder until his grip on your head is shaking

♡ it takes you far too long to feel okay again, out of breath, coughing to regain composure and to get more air in your lungs and because there's finally nothing in your throat, blinking away tear after fat tear, wiping them with the backs of your hands.

♡ "samu, fuck, baby, that hurt a lot."

♡ your tone is hoarse, eyes evading from shyness or fear, it didn't really matter. he was moving you in the midst of it all, positioning you on your back again, lifting your legs to wrap around his waist, but they keep sliding so he places them on his shoulders.

♡ and it should be a warning sign, a cautionary tale, something to deter him from going too far again, but fuck, if you don't look so pretty trying to feel better. fuck, if it doesn't make his cock twitch when you sniffle from the tears. fuck, if he wouldn't be lying if he said your voice didn't sound even sweeter just like this.

♡ "sorry, doll, just felt too good."

♡ he can hear how disingenuous it sounds, just the apology, not the rest, but you don't catch it. you nod along, no verbal acceptance, nothing to tell him it's okay, but humming anyway.

♡ but he doesn't wait for a reply or an okay to move on from what had just happened, it doesn't even enter his mind as a possibility. he's so close. if he pressed his hips forward the tiniest bit, he could feel you. his cock won't stop leaking, dripping precome against the sheets, going to waste.

♡ so he rests his cock between your legs, rubbing against you slowly, just feeling the drag of your skin against his, leaking onto your stomach.

♡ his head slips between your lips, no hand to guide it, moving with gravity and the push of his hips. when he feels the warmth, the wetness coating his spongy head, his hips buck on instinct, rutting again in an attempt to replicate the feeling again

♡ he rubs the tip between your folds, hips canting forwards to feel even more of you, exhaling all of the air out of his lungs when you envelope the head

♡ youre so wet, so fucking wet, pussy drooling onto the sheets below you, and atsumu is staring in awe, swallowing thickly at how involuntary your need is for him

♡ “want me fuck this slutty pussy, dontcha?”

♡ he mumbles it under his breath, not giving you even a moment to think about it before sinking into you, burning hot walls choking his cock almost immediately

♡ he had only used his tongue, hadn’t stuck a single finger inside you to prepare your tight hole for his girth. he didn’t let you adjust either, slid right inside you, pulling you onto him and pressing his hips to meet you until they were flush against your thighs

♡ he wasn’t regretting it. not even as the size took your breath away or the subtle protests left your throat, wasn’t pulling out or slowing down, either, only offered an unapologetic apology as he kept a steady pace

♡ “baby, samu, canyou slow down m please, cant take it, hurts.”

♡ “sorry, pretty, i know, sorry.”

♡ he couldn’t regret it, not when your fleshy walls hugged his cock so tight, squeezed every inch, arousal slicking him with every thrust, the most lewd noises bouncing off the walls right back to his ears only encouraging him to fuck into you harder

♡ once you get used to it, the pain of the stretch subsiding, you won’t stop squirming, moving, whimpering and moaning with every drive of his hips, muttering words too incoherently to make out

♡ you look so cute beneath him. your hair is a mess, head pressed so far into the mattress, unable to stay still as atsumu fucks you harder. you’re not looking at him, can’t focus on one thing for too long, but he can’t stop looking at you

♡ he couldnt if he tried, eyes glued to you as you convulse, clenching around him, walls fluttering as you cum from penetration alone

♡ and, well, atsumu's obviously better for you anyway, right? because you're fucked out beneath him, recovering from your orgasm, already being driven to another one, eyes rolled back so far that you can feel the strain, tears streaming down your cheeks, sobbing so pretty, begging him for more

♡ "please, please, please, it's so good, more please, feels so good, samu, fuck, oh my god, please don't stop, baby, please."

♡ you won't stop asking for more, praising his every motion, slurring gratitudes, and sobbing out osamu's name, telling him that he's never fucked you this good before, because he hasn't

♡ osamu has never fucked you this good before, with such urgency and desperation. atsumu's fucking you as if this is the last time he'll ever get to, because it will be. he's savoring it, committing to memory how your gummy walls massage his length, how perfectly tight your hole is, how eagerly you're sucking him.

♡ your hole is so snug around his fat cock, it feels like he has to force his way inside with every slam of his hips, like he’s splitting you open, your cunt molding around every vein, every curve, clenching around every throb.

♡ it's like you were made for him.

♡ you were made for him.

♡ you were made for h i m.

♡ he knows from praises tumbling from your lips that he’s pleasing you in ways that osamu just isn’t capable of, that’s not atsumu’s fault. every single one of your reactions is pushing him further, harder.

♡ on your walk back, he had some sort of resolve, could separate his wants from reality, from what could actually happen, but now the line was blurred. no, not blurred, it was completely gone. he was getting exactly what he wanted, he could have whatever he wanted, nothing to stop him, nothing to hold him back

♡ and you just kept solidifying it in his mind, kept proving him right time and time again with your noises and your involuntary jerks, how you would cum around his cock without even announcing it, so absolutely wrecked that it wasn’t even a thought in your mind

♡ he slinks deeper and deeper into this power-hungry state, never wanting the feeling to stop, your orgasms a necessity for him, for his pleasure. his regret and remorse are slipping through a shallow grip that he has no intent on retaking, justifications as useless as your warnings of discomfort

♡ it’s not enough. not enough. need more. he needs more. needs it harder. has one arm wrapped around your thighs, tight together against his chest, one digging into your hip, slamming his cock inside of you.

♡ he’s savored it for too long. it’s burned into his mind, the way your folds part for his head, the image of your hole sucking him in as he pulled back on repeat every time he closed his eyes. he didn’t need to savor it any longer. he needed everything you were capable of giving and more.

♡ the uncomfortable groans turn to winces. the winces turn to soft mutters of osamu’s name. the soft mutters turn to audible wait, wait… waits. the waits turn to stops followed by pleases. your hands are on him, no strength behind your pushes as you try to ground yourself

♡ “wait, stop, please, it’s too much, fuck, it hurts, stop for a second, please.”

♡ but it’s okay. it’s fine. ♡ who cares?

♡ atsumu doesn’t have to worry about that. atsumu doesn’t have to listen to you. atsumu doesn’t care. because… why would he?

♡ atsumu isn’t fucking you so relentlessly, so deep that the tip of his cock is kissing your cervix, pain shooting through your lower body, spreading through your chest, eyes closing harshly so tears don’t come spilling, breath taken from your lungs.

♡ atsumu isn’t choking you so brutally that your fingernails are drawing blood from his wrists, grip like it’s life or death as you claw at whatever part of his arm you can reach. each thrust somehow cutting off even more of your airway

♡ atsumu isn’t throwing you around the bed, manhandling and forcing you into positions so violently that in your drunken, wobbly state, you fall off the bed, crashing and colliding with the floor. the humiliation almost worse than the pain.

♡ atsumu isn’t the one that gets onto the floor, onto his knees, and lifts your lower half up to him, ass against his thighs as he slides back into you, fucking you mercilessly, subtle burns forming on your back from the rough carpet.

♡ atsumu isn’t muttering praises, your name, whatever actually comes to his mind as you grip onto him continually, orgasms like rolling waves, growing in intensity and subsiding, but never truly leaving.

♡ you’re sobbing, snot and tears and spit sloppy all over your face, quiet attempts to stop him still spilling despite his active ignorance. and it should turn him off, but it makes it so much better, so much more real, the effects he has on you.

♡ and it pushes him over the edge, your strangled, weak pleas and contrasting bodily reactions, and just how perfectly made for him you are.

♡ “gonna cum, pretty girl, gonna cum, doll, deep inside ya, pretty.”

♡ it’s not a request, but you seem to think it is, eyes blown wide for the first time tonight, panic instantly taking over your features, your limbs.

♡ “no. don’t. please, i can’t- i’m not- you can’t. don’t. please, samu, don’t. seriously.”

♡ he almost wishes that you didn’t protest, not because he needs you to want it, but for your sake. it’s so easy, so much more satisfying to press his hips against your flesh, balls twitching against your ass as he unloads deep inside you, cock pulsing so powerfully that you can feel each one, can match it to each thick rope that paints you

♡ you want it to stop. you wait for it to stop. every stream feels like it’s the last one, like any more would spill out of your hole, no matter how tightly clenched it was around him. it doesn’t spill out, atsumu makes sure of that. and it’s not the last one, there’s still more, so much you can taste it, so much that you’re not sure how it’s all stuffed inside of you.

♡ “perfect, so perfect for me, baby, just for me, all mine, marked ya so yer all mine.”

♡ he’s half-tempted to leave it inside of you, let it drip out through the night, stain your sheets dark with his cum, and let you find it in the morning when you stand up and feel it drool onto your thigh.

♡ but he can’t do that. he knows that he can’t, pulls out slowly, chest heaving as he reaches down, two fingers to catch whatever milky seed drips out of you, pushing it back into your gaping hole, fluttering so tenuously from being so empty.

♡ he rubs the thick, sticky substance over your puffy, red lips, over your swollen, sensitive clit, and you’re crying again, trying so hard to squeeze your legs together without squeezing the rest of the cum out of your ruined cunt

♡ “yer so messy, baby”

♡ he couldn’t keep it inside you, he would’ve missed this pretty fucking sight.

♡ and he couldn’t keep it inside you, because osamu would never do that. and the person fucking you right now isn’t atsumu. the person who came so fucking deep inside of you isn’t atsumu.

♡ it’s osamu.

♡ osamu is the name falling from your lips and osamu is, in your mind, the person who is fucking you so rough that your orgasms are coming, repeatedly, constantly, from force, not enjoyment, the person who, against your very verbal and phsyical nonconsent, came inside of you.

♡ but you won’t remember in the morning how horrible “your boyfriend” was to you, anyway, no. you’ll wake up with some bruises from the fall, a soreness in the depths of your throat, some burns you’ll never be able to find, and a foggy recollection that… that.. someone?? something happened last night, but the details will be sparse

♡ the details will be so sparse and the memory will be a grain of sand compared to the mountain that is the actuality of the situation. you probably won’t remember this moment, despite the time that’s ticked by and how badly he wishes that you will.

♡ he doesn’t harp on it for too long, is too busy soaking in the aftermath that he’s created.

♡ fuck, you look so perfect with his cum pouring out of you that it pains him to clean it, hesitantly diving his fingers into you so he can coax the mess out. eyes fixated on how empty you’re starting to look as more and more leaks out of you and he refuses to let it go to waste

♡ he coats his fingers with it, scoops as much as he can with his fingertips and places them against your lips.

♡ “open. don’t waste it.”

♡ it’s not as sweet as the rest of his words, but you don’t seem to notice, parting your lips slowly as he slips his digits between them, cum glossy on your lips and dribbling down your chin. he’s fast to catch the mess, shoving his fingers down your throat as soon as he wipes it away

♡ he doesn’t stop until his fingers come out clean, the only thing left a thin sheen of slick and cum against your thighs that he kisses away

♡ he hopes that if nothing else you remember his cum against your tongue, the texture and the slightly salty taste. he hopes it lingers until the morning when you’re sober and aware and that a heaviness sits in your stomach that you can’t quite place.

♡ you’ve gone silent now, no longer pleading for him to stop or asking questions, lips a quivering line as he helps you into bed. his touch is ghostly now, so soft that you can barely feel it in comparison to his previously painful hold.

♡ he dresses you in one of osamu’s shirts, carefully rolling the fabric over your sensitive skin. and then he tucks you in, pulling the blanket up to your chest, pushing the hair out of your face, wiping your sweaty forehead, and he kisses you.

♡ leans down and presses his lips onto yours, hands clasping together on the base of your head to bring you deeper to offset your flinch, savoring the last of his moments with you, and then pulling away.

♡ he says it from the doorframe, hand hovering over the light switch

♡ “goodnight, yn, i love you.”

♡ and then he leaves, shutting off the light and closing the door leaving you all alone

♡ in the morning, you’ll wake up next to a passed out osamu who was also disgustingly drunk and atsumu will knock on the door lightly because he can’t not have a control on the the first conversation hat you and osamu have

♡ because osamu is smart and you’re smart and you’ll both connect the dots

♡ so atsumu knocks on the door and you shuffle to the door and he motions into the kitchen, and this is where he sees how good your memory actually is, waiting with hitched breath to see if you object and slam the door on him

♡ but you don’t. you follow, still a bit dazed and groggy, but dragging your feet against the floor as you make your way into the kitchen a few steps behind him. he’s already made you breakfast, is brewing you a cup of coffee and you don’t look apprehensive, you look elated

♡ the conversation at the table is small, you’re mostly focused on eating and he’s mostly focused on trying not to think too hard about last night.

♡ did you taste him when you woke up?

♡ osamu eventually makes his way into the kitchen as well and you are all over him, dumbly soft hanging onto his shoulders, leaning your body weight against him and atsumu is gazing at your body, slowly undressing you in his head, relishing in the picture he’s painting himself because you’re too in love to notice

♡ and you’re breathy moans are filling his head along with the plush fat of your thighs in his hands and the sting of his hips from pounding into you too hard and he’s trying, but not hard enough, to not get hard at breakfast

♡ yours and osamu’s conversation is a back and forth of recollections of the previous night, smiles and gratitudes and “did you have fun?”s and atsumu’s waiting for the other shoe to drop.

♡ then it does.

♡ “god, samu, baby, i’m so sore from last night. you were so rough with me, i mean- it was really fucking good, but i just feel it everywhere this morning.”

♡ osamu goes to answers, narrows his eyes and titles his head and wracks his brain for the memory of fucking you. he was really drunk last night… did he? when he got home? no… right?

♡ atsumu sees the wheels turning in his head and cuts it off before it can progress any further.

♡ “no, i took ya home last night. got ya in bed safe and sound. well, i mean, ya did fall off the bed because ya didn’t want to go to sleep and were tryin to get up and tripped over yer blankets, but no, ya got home and went straight to bed.”

♡ “i don’t know, maybe some weird dream?? or?? i don’t know. i’m not sure what happened after osamu got home.”

♡ but, god, fuck, he knows. of course, he knows. he’s been thinking about it all morning. he’s thinking about it right now. he’s remembering you around him, you screaming out for him, you fucked out beneath him, and he’s trying to hide how much it’s effecting him under the table.

♡ he’s remembering every single detail that you can’t fucking remember, running through his head like he video tapped the entire thing (and now he’s cursing himself for not filming the entire thing)

♡ maybe next time.

♡ there has to be a next time.

♡ he couldn’t live with the thought of never being able to fuck you again.

♡ he has to excuse himself, muttering some excuse about feeling dirty after being in the club all last night, and it’s somewhat true, but not really the reason he needed to leave, why he needed to sneak off to the shower

♡ he can’t get you out of his head, how could he. and he’s so fucking hard, throbbing against his thin shorts, palming himself through his boxers as he waits for the water to heat up.

♡ fisting his cock as the hot water drips down his body, steam filling his lungs with every quick inhale as he tries to replicate how snug your cunt was, thinking, coming up with any scenario in his head to fuck you again.

♡ he has to have you again, whatever it takes.

♡ it doesn’t matter if he has to get you drunk again, drug you, fuck you while you’re sleeping, it doesn’t matter how unwilling or how incoherent you were, he was going to be inside of you again.

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♡ except..

♡ except…. being drunk again implies that you were drunk in the first place

♡ but you hadn’t had a drink for hours before atsumu had taken you home. you had dumped your drinks or swapped them for water or forget them on barstools and tables. you hadn’t drank for hours, but no one knew that. only you knew that.

♡ because you watched atsumu watch you all night, sure, but more than that, you’ve watched atsumu watch you for years. you’ve seen him stare at osamu with an envy so familiar that it hurt and you’ve seen him stick around with you in situation he normally wouldn’t just to walk close to you

♡ but you had osamu and you loved osamu and would never cheat on osamu, but if you could create a scenario… well, maybe you wouldn’t have to be the bad guy.

♡ maybe you would commit osamu’s name to memory, staring at his brother with that stupid fucking smirk on his face. they were twins, yes, but they didn’t look the same, no, not when you really looked.

♡ atsumu always looked smug, like he was hiding a secret from the world that no one else was good enough to share it with, and he always looked happy, like his life was so incredible that he didn’t have any choice in the matter, and atsumu looked like he could destroy you without even trying.

♡ and maybe you would bat your eyes at atsumu like you always did at osamu so that he couldn’t tell the difference and you would hang off of him your entire walk home so that he knew you were depending on him

♡ you didn’t know at the time that you had bitten off a bit more than you could chew, but that didn’t matter, because you were living out an all too familiar fantasy in your head

♡ if your plan was to let atsumu get exactly what he wanted while you got exactly what you wanted, then, is that so bad? and, well, if osamu ever found out.. well.. you were the victim.. you were so drunk

♡ “samu, i- i thought it was you, baby… i didn’t know.. he was.. he was so rough, i should’ve known you would never treat me like that, but i didn’t… i was so.. he..”

♡ if osamu found out, he would never blame you.

♡ he’d know that it’s not your fault. it wasn’t your fault that you had been taken advantage of so horribly by someone you and him both trusted so much.

♡ that’s… that’s not cheating ♡

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Daichi brainrot time cos I’m back and feeling frisky!!

Minors dni or I’ll bite ya nose off!!!

Now I don’t particularly wanna dom Daichi per say, but I can’t get the idea of choking him out of my head (it’s probably related to my hc that Daichi goes absolutely spare when you kiss or bite his neck 🤤)

Imagine his hands gripping your ass, forcing you to bounce on his cock, grunting and panting cos you feel so hot and tight around him. And then you put your hand around his neck and squeeze lightly and you’re close enough to see his eyes lose focus. You didn’t think you could lose your mind anymore but then Daichi is thrusting up into you and his hands are now pulling you into him. He’s groaning so loudly into the space between you and because it’s the only thing you can hold onto your hand flexes tighter on his throat. You swear to god you feel him swell inside you. It’s not like you’re in charge. The hands gripping the plush flesh of your ass keeping you from slowing down prove that, but Daichi might die if you move your hand away. And if he says “Choke me sweetheart,” the next time he’s balls deep into your ear, well it’s not really your place to say no.

My Favourite hq Somnophiles - NSFW

Just remember guys, fanfic isn’t real and somnophilia is only fun if all the people involved have consented to it before hand

Featuring: Timeskip!Asahi, Ukai Jr., Suga, Kiyoko

Warnings: no gendered pronouns but reader has a vagina, cnc (in the form of having sex/performing sex acts on sleeping people), cunnilingus (giving and recieving), use of the word pussy

No beta cos I’m… beta than that (hehehehe)

I really am back this time! It felt so good to write again. Who knew how much breaking an ankle could make you not wanna do things. Not gonna get to deep into it but it’s nice to enjoy a hobby again without feeling guilty or bad about it, and boy did I enjoy this 😏

Asahi

This big boy is usually so anxious about initiating sex

He’s intimidated by how attracted to him you are (has cum just from the look in your eyes (note to self: Asahi voyeurism fic 😍)

He feels self-conscious with your eyes on him so you get backshots a lot for the sake of his sanity oh noooo

So when you suggest that he tries while you’re asleep at first he’s terrified. He’d hate to force you into a situation where he can’t say no, cause Asahi’s an unfailing gentlemen

So you try it on him first and well, waking up with your mouth on his cock is all it takes to convince him

It’s startling to find that the sounds of your soft breaths are making his cock twitch in his boxers, especially when your breath hitches as the tips of his fingers press lightly against your clothed pussy. Asahi still felt hesitant as his hands fondled your sleeping form but he could also remember the feeling of being pulled from his dreams by the warm, wet feeling of your tongue on his cock, and without thinking it made his hands firm.

You squirmed beneath him at the sudden pressure and Asahi had to remind himself to be gentle. You were on your stomach, unaware of your boyfriend straddling your hips trying desperately not to grind down. God, you were so beautiful in the low light of the room, and Asahi could only find you even more gorgeous in the way you’d willingly offered up your form for him to enjoy. You were usually so attentive in your love making, passion burning in your eyes as you took him, telling him how gorgeous he is and how good he felt. He burned under the attention, thoughts only on living up to your desires. Asahi lived to pleasure you, but now here you were and it was all he had to do to take, and knowing that that would bring you pleasure too was almost too much to bear.

There was no way he was going to get through this without some relief. Asahi’s eager hands pulled his boxers down over his erection so he could rub it between the crease of your ass. A whine leaves your throat and Asahi sees the beads of precum that stain your underwear in response. He couldn’t help but lean down and press his nose lightly into your hair, breathing in your warm, snoozing scent. He was so wrapped up in your form Asahi didn’t notice how his hips gyrated against your ass until he heard your voice.

”Asahi?”

Your voice was thick with sleep, but Asahi could also hear the stirrings of desire and already felt his cheeks begin to warm. He would have to focus on controlling his excitement a little more next time. And Asahi figures it’s okay because if you’re enjoying it too then he’s not actually doing anything wrong.

Ukai Jr.

This man spends so much time between the shop and the school and farming that he’s often awake before you are and home after you’re asleep (we stan a hard working zaddy 😩)

But he knows that you crave his attention and his touch when he’s gone

He craves yours too and feels bad that you have to miss each other so often

For you guys it’s an intimate show of trust, a way to solidify your bond when you can’t spend much time together

Sure you find time in the summer and make up for it in other ways but this is how Kenshin ensures you don’t forget in the meantime

At this point you had grown used to waking with the feeling of lips at your thighs and a finger buried within you. You had given up on wearing underwear to bed long ago. They only delayed the welcome feeling of your lover coming home after a long day or week of absence.

This time you dream of lips mouthing at your clit and fingers squeezing at your thighs. There’s always a moment before you wake that reality and imagination blend, but it’s the hands on your thighs that pull you into consciousness. You don’t open your eyes just yet. Instead you allow Keishin to toy with your body. His tongue and lips take wide swipes at your pussy, as if Keishin were slowly and deeply making out with it. He probably was. Keishin could spend hours getting drunk on the taste of your pussy. When he came home late at night, but earlier than usual, he would take his time to gently explore you, keeping you on the cusp of sleep and wakefulness for hours. From the pre dawn light dancing through your eyelids you knew that this wasn’t that. Instead it seemed that Keishin had craved you upon waking for his shift on the farm. On mornings like this he would take his meal quickly, easing you from your sleep with a swiftness so he could see you come undone before beginning his day. On mornings like this Keishin would even have sex with you more often than not. He’d grind himself to orgasm against the sheets, but his focus was on getting his fill of your pussy. Keishin liked to joke that he picked faster on those mornings.

Eyes still closed, you could hear Keishin’s low groans and greedly slurps as he sucked your lower lips into his mouth. Your sleepy moan was followed by the vibration of Keishin chuckling into your folds.

”I knew you were awake,” His voice was soft and gruff and it made you shiver. ”Just lay back and let me take care of you sweetheart.” His mouth went back to work with vigor, no longer concerned with easing you from sleep but bringing you to completion before his obligations demanded he depart from his beloved spot between your legs.

Suga

We all know he’s a kinky fucker

It’s a fun new way to test both of your limits

Waking each other up with sex is easy to tie into other areas of your sex life

Cock warming and feel like taking a nap? Well that’s no reason to end the fun whether you wake up first or he does

Suga loves seeing how far he can get and how much he can get away with before you wake up (once as a punishment that you thought you’d gotten away with he woke you with a paddle)

You often take this as a personal challenge to beat him at his own game

It’s a Saturday morning, which is always Suga’s morning to sleep in after a long week at school. You’ve decided to take advantage of this. A few weeks ago you’d awoken to a smirking Suga rubbing the head of his cock between your lips with the tell tale twitching of a fading orgasm in your lower half. He’d ridden the high of making you cum in your sleep since then, and now you felt the stubborn desire to return the favour.

So here you sat, thighs trembling as your pussy adjusted to the feeling of Suga inside you. You were trying to keep as much of your weight off your sleeping lover as possible, but it was difficult when all you wanted to do was ride him until his dick was covered in your cum. You’d played with your pussy until it was wet enough to take him, which meant you’d been teased to the point of cumming already. Biting your lip to stifle your whimpers and bracing your hands on either side of Suga’s head you slowly lower yourself. You move slowly and steadily, and as you do you admire Koushi’s beauty. The sunlight filtered through the curtains and the light on his face was almost ethereal. His lips had parted as he panted lightly in his sleep. His brow twitched and you wondered if he was dreaming of you as his cock teased your walls.

God, you could feel yourself beginning to sweat. You were moving so slowly. You could feel your pussy twitching. You were so sensitive it felt like you could feel every vain in Koushi’s cock pressing against your walls. Wanna cum, wanna cum, wanna cum. It was all you could think. You didn’t realise you had begun to whine until there were hands at your hip encouraging you to go faster.

”Koushi?” You were breathless with want.

”Go on and make yourself cum baby,” Koushi’s eyes twinkled with a wakefulness you knew was too bright to be recent. ”You can get me back another time.”

Kiyoko

She enjoys being the recipient of your attentions when she’s asleep

Similar to Asahi, Kiyoko feels a little self conscious initiating sex

You know she desires you and loves being intimate with you, but it’s just so personal she can’t help but feel a little shy having sex with someone she adores so much

She can cuddle up a storm but sex makes her shy cute sex with a heavily blushing Kiyoko (I like to imagine she blushes pretty far down 😌)

But sleep relaxes her so waking up to your lips on her neck and fingers in her folds, well there’s hardly any time to feel shy is there

Your girlfriend likes to sleep in soft, comfy chemises, so it’s not hard to ease her legs open. You lower yourself between the plushness of her thighs and breath in the sweet musk of her pussy. Kiyoko’s cotton underwear is flush against her and presenting you with the outline of lips. Leaning in you run your tongue along the length of it and moan softly at the flavour of her you can taste on the fabric. Kiyoko sighs deeply above you and you can’t help but smirk.

You pull away and slip a finger under the fabric at the crux of Kiyoko’s thigh. There’s wetness against your finger and it makes you lick your lips as you pull Kiyoko’s underwear to the side, finally revealing her to you. There’s a tease of dark hair at the top, and her clit peeks out between the folds of her labia and puffy lips. You sliding two fingers between them and spread her pussy for your perusal. Pausing, you take some time to admire Kiyoko for a minute and glance up at her sleeping form. You can see the slow spread of a blush as your touch arouses her. It’s flush down to the where her breasts hide beneath her chemise and you can see Kiyoko’s nipples straining under the fabric. Drawing your attention back to her core you lean in and press a gentle kiss of her clit before sucking it into your mouth.

Kiyoko’s breath hiccups, a small breath moan passing her lips, and it makes you wrap an arm around her hip and pull yourself deeper. You suck on her clit, flicking your tongue back and forth. You’re not overly concerned with keeping her asleep. If you’re being honest with yourself, you’re actively trying to wake her. She’s always so cute when she wakes with your head between her thighs.

”Y/n.” It’s quiet but you catch it, your name on Kiyoko’s lips. When you look up Kiyoko’s pushed up onto her elbows, lush lips parted in a moan. You don’t stop what you’re doing, but you can’t help but smile against her as you spot the blush that’s deepening on her cheekbones as she meets your eye. Kiyoko gets so shy making love with you, and you god do you adore her for it.

Honorable Mentions - Kita, Kenma, Oikawa, Suna, Terushima, Goshiki, Ushijima, Ennoshita, Yaku, Alisa, Oikawa, Kyoutani, Akaashi, Osamu

I’m happy to be teased with more

And now I’m thinking of how many pet names I can use to fluster him 🤤 I can just feel that they’d be on their knees in a heartbeat if you her baby girl

just wanna sit on genderqueer asahi’s lap and help him get ready for the day!!!! or sit back on his thighs as you palm him through his pants and tell them how pretty they are!!!!! wby knight????

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* genderqueer asahi + gender neutral reader *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

✧ description: asahi uses they/she/he pronouns and i use them all while talking about asahi. tagged as trans reader so that this might reach its target audience, but reader is gender neutral. slight dom reader. ✧ word count: 380. ✧ link to masterlist.. ✧ minors, dni. cis people can interact, just don't make any disrespectful comments or you will be blocked.

i agree!!! i want to do all this too!!! just think about sitting on his thick thighs and giving him a hug as a way to start both of your days. you talk as you're hugging, setting your chin on each others shoulders and just rambling about what your plans for the day are and what you wanna have for dinner later tonight. you always ask them how they're feeling today and what kind of clothes they're feeling so that you can help him pick out something special to wear for their workday that will make him feel euphoric and confident in their gender!!

asahi knows a lot about fashion, makeup, and hair, and he's taught you some stuff so you can help them get ready in the morning when they're too tired or "uninspired" to do it themselves. it's also helpful when she's feeling masculine clothes, because she wasn't ever really all that good at picking those kinds of outfits, and you seem to be much better at picking things for her. it's also cool seeing the way that asahi mixes styles and gender presentations, because sometimes he's feeling like a boy in a girl way or a girl in a boy way or a person in no way, you know?? sometimes she's just asahi and she wants to wear mascara and eyeliner with a hoodie and shorts that are a little too short around the house.

and when he looks so pretty like that, how are you supposed to keep your hands to yourself? when you sit on their lap and feel their bulge hard beneath you, are you just supposed to ignore it and deny them what they so obviously need? that just doesn't work for anybody, and it'd be wrong to send your baby off to work with a half hard cock in their pants!

you've gotta palm their cock through the flannel pajama pants that rub so nice against you every time you ride his thigh. you've gotta kiss her neck and mumble out sweet praises while you rub her through the pants and pull back to admire the dark spot that's seeped through because her cock's leaking so much for you. you've gotta make him cum in his pants before a long day at work, because it just makes him more sensitive for when he comes home all needy and desperate for you to touch him again. and you really don't have much of a choice when they're so perfect for you-- so loving and gentle-- no matter how they're feeling.

MINORS DNI!! Back I say! 🤺🤺

Anywho,

What’s on Nyp’s mind tonight…….?

Gasp! It’s tribbing Yachi ☺️ In my mind she squeals when she cums and it’s great. She also blushes real low down and is a lil chubby 🥰

Kuroo loves your neck.

At first it starts with him commenting on how cute you look in chokers. He'll even buy you some as presents and insist on helping you out them on. His fingers brush against the warm, smooth skin of your neck as he fiddles with the clasp. He's a gentleman though (and too shy) so he'll resist the temptation to do more.

However, when you two are making out on the couch don't be surprised when his lips travel down your jawline with little pecks. He'll attach himself to your neck like a vampire. Kuroo is so good at finding the perfect place to suck on your neck, leaving you a moaning writhing mess. But he'sa teasing little shit and will leave hickeys all over your neck. Good luck hiding them. And he's so proud of his work too. Everyone will know your his.

It gets to the point where Kuroo starts wrapping his large veiny hands around your neck while he's pumping his cock ruthlessly into your tight hole. Your eyes roll back and he grins as his grip tightens.

"You like that kitten?" He'll lean in close and purr into your ear. "Don't lie, I can feel your pussy tighten when I choke you, you little slut." Your hand grab his wrist, but not to stop him. He lets out a strangled laugh before leaning back to see the fucked out look on your face. "My baby likes being treated like a whore, huh?" You can't respond, but the juices that leave a nice little ring at the base of Kuroo's fat cock tell him all he needs to know. "That's it slut, your taking my cock so well."

He shifts his hips slightly to hit that spot against your wall that makes you see starts. Your legs begin to shake as Kuroo pounds your little pussy and grips your neck harder. As your brain looses focus, you feel yourself reach your peak. Barely able to squeak out a noise as you spasm around Kuroo's cock. He follows you soon after, grunting as he pumps load after load into your greedy cunt.

He loosens his grip and pulls back, watching the lewd view of his cum dripping out of your twitching hole. He reaches down and scoops up the juices before bringing them to your lips. You obediently part your lips to suck his cum coated fingers clean. Once he's satisfied, he'll remove his finger and trail them down to your neck once again. "Are you okay baby?" He rubs his fingers soothingly against the marks he left on your neck. It's all you can do to nod.

"Talk to me. I was a little tougher than usual tonight, was that okay? Did you enjoy my hand on your neck?" He wrapped his arms around your waist bringing you close to him and nuzzling against your shoulder.

You sleepily talked about how the experience was while Kuroo patiently listened. Afterwards, he of course helps clean you up and you both fall asleep together with his hand loosely wrapped around your neck.

who picks up your limp body by wrapping a hand around your neck while hitting it from behind?

— USHIJIMA, osamu, meian, aran, sakusa, iwaizumi, oikawa.

who pushes your body back down onto the bed by placing their palm on the middle of your back to keep you still?

— BOKUTO, hinata, atsumu, daichi, kita, aone, kyoutani.

Tsukki Headcanons ❤️ - NSFW

Just some musings on my favourite Sendai Frogs middle blocker ☺️

Warnings: nothing super explicit. Mentions of sending nudes, hair pulling, and oral sex

Minors keep away from the cut and DNI!

Beta readers? Pft

Listens to any and everything but with a purpose 👌🏾. Ask him for a recommendation in any genre and he’ll give you a top 5 tier list. Has playlists arranged by mood, genre, vibe and occasion (he even has one for you that he will literally never tell you about but plays often. He just tells you it’s his favourite mix). Dude is highkey a music snob. Like he’ll listen to a song in any genre but it better be a fucking ✨S tier song✨ or he will Judge. Will never concede the aux cord.

Meanest tutor ever. Will have you crying at the kitchen table asking the same question till you get it right. “If Johnny has 5 apples! 😤” typa tutor. But his notes are amazing and he’ll always lend them without question.

We already know how I feel about clingy Tsukki. But let me reiterate: this man is obsessed with being in your personal space. Like ”I’m gonna go take a shower.” ”….. without me? 😒”

But he also respects your space when you need it. Just don’t be gone too long or he’ll get lonely. He’s highkey touch starved.

An impeccable driver. And unreasonably hot while doing it. I’m talking hand on thigh, arm on headrest when reversing, will do your seatbelt HOT. And you’re his favourite passenger princess. Tsukki refuses to let anyone adjust your seat. If they’re feeling cramped they’re more than welcome to sit in the back, or even better, walk.

A great cook. He lets you be the taste tester when you cook together. If you can’t cook this is the one time he has an amount of patience teaching you. He is, however, a horrendous baker. Tried to make you valentines day chocolates and you had to throw out the tea towels cos they somehow ended up singed. You laughed till you cried he’d have been hurt about it if you weren’t so beautiful

Likewise, his actions speak louder than his words when it comes to affection. Obviously he compliments you and tells you he loves you, but only on special occasions like birthdays, christmases and blowing your back out ten ways till sunday. But mostly he’ll show you how much he cares by treating you like royalty. Carries your bags while calling you weak, says ‘no’ every single time you ask for a favour but does it anyways, takes you for walks to your favourite ice cream shop and pays for both of you while you bitch about a character in your dumb show that he hates (read: binges with you and gets invested in)

A slip it in while you watch a movie kinda dude. At this point the Netflix subscription is for show. There is literally no point in trying to watch something with him because your legs will be over his shoulders way before the halfway mark.

Much like his actions speaking louder than words, he’s willing to try anything once if you suggest it. This has led to a very interesting bedroom life. There were obviously things that you both decided weren’t for you, but Tsukki would do anything to please you even if he’d never confess it. Once you asked for a personalised dildo so you could have his dick whenever you wanted as a joke. It was there by next week.

Loves fucking you in public. You guys are banned from THREE different lingerie stores. You’re 65% sure he only takes you out so much so he can find somewhere to fuck you, since it’s how most of your dates end. The Karasuno gang clocked you two on a club night when Noya and Tanaka took a badly timed trip to the bathroom. They are constantly embarrassed when you two go missing for half an hour and return dishevelled.

Send. Him. Nudes 😩 Especially when he’s busy. He sends them back and holy shit are they art personified. He heard “don’t send dick pics, send cumshot vids with the sound on” and boy did he run with it in the best of ways. Has a password protected folder for all the filth you send each other.

Speaking of nudes, his dick is so pretty. He doesn’t even manscape. It’s just long and slightly curved with just the right amount of hair. Also so much pre-cum. He was actually a little embarassed by it until he saw how much you loved licking him clean.

Pull his hair and listen to him moan. If you pull it hard enough when he’s close he will just cum. He definitely wasn’t embarrassed the first time it happened. Now it’s sort of a game to see if you can use it to get him off when he’s going down on you.

He’s reconciled with the fact that he has a volleyball brain. Seeing you at his games, and feeling your eyes on him as he jumps blocks is like foreplay to him. It’s always a race to see how quickly he can get you naked and under him after a match.

I will undoubtly have more thoughts on this, because I spend an unreasonable amount of time thinking about Tsukishima Kei

Kyoutani Headcanons ❤️ - NSFW

Guess who’s back with some more headcanons 😏 Apparently I have a thing for mean, blond boys

Warnings: again nothing super explicit, mentions of costumes, oral, recording videos

Minors DNI! There is nothing for you under the cut! I MEAN IT!

Unbeta’d cos 🤷🏾

Despite his aesthetic, he’s actually pretty smart. (I mean he did transfer into an academy so) and is also a pretty gentle tutor. He knows what it’s like to be discouraged from doing something you enjoy so he would never make you feel bad for trying even though your answers are just so very wrong

Very high-key low-key scared of heights. You once got trapped on the 20th floor in an elevator with him and seriously considered knocking him out. If you go to a theme park, he will gladly Watch you ride the rollercoasters. (He loves the teacups though)

Actually has a really charming, boyish smile but it only ever comes out around you

Summer freckles. There aren’t a lot of them, but they are prominent. And a gorgeous tan. If it weren’t for the RBF you’d be more worried with how handsome he is in summertime

Loves to push your buttons but would also never want to disrespect you, so you have a lot of random consent talks; “Can I smack your ass?” “…Like right now?” “Just whenever.” “Sure?” “Cool, lemme know if you want me to stop.” — Proceeds to smack your ass literally every time you walk past him, no matter where you are. You nearly slapped him once when he happened to see you in public cos you thought it was a stranger

Says the sweetest shit with the most deadpan of expressions. Has zero shame or reservations about how much he loves you. He’s a straightforward person through and through. Just wanders into the room you’re in and hits you with “You know your my reason for breathing, right?” 😠

Posts gym thirst traps, but without the intent of them being thirst traps. He just likes to track and share his progress but dude is so buff that it just works out that way (he sends all his actual thirst traps to you directly)

Sweaty, sweaty boy but he doesn’t really smell. Probably sweats so much cos he’s always warm and for that reason winter is his favourite season. He doesn’t sweat as much and you’re always cuddling up to him for warmth

Loves anime. Will watch it for hours with you. And not just Shounen too, this man is an anime connoisseur and has the best recommendations no matter the genre. But beware, cos he waits for no one. If you miss an episode that’s on you

Oh shit and his grime selection! Elite!! He heard one song and he was hooked. Started calling Oikawa a wasteman and is endlessly amused by it

Outside of that though, he will listen to any and everything. Music is music and as such his Spotify is a trash heap. Like shit is jarring, and is predominately yelling. Boy doesn’t know the meaning of the word playlist

Be his jetpack 😭 he loves being the little spoon. He nuzzles when he’s sleepy

An early riser but not a morning person. And even worse, he hates the taste of coffee so he’ll just glare blearily for at least an hour whenever he wakes up

But he really enjoys herbal tea. Him showing you his collection is what prompted your biweekly selfcare nights. He doesn’t really know what’s happening, but he’s content to spend time with you and let you do whatever. (He also never knew skin could feel that fucking soft)

Oh and good luck waking him up. There’s a video in the OG Seijoh group chat of him sleeping through 4 different foghorn alarms. He was banned from naps after he slept through lunch and missed his next class and was 15 minutes late to practise cos he just wouldn’t wake up. Just dead to the world once his head hits a pillow

He likes when you wear trashy, slutty outfits. Naughty firewoman/man, naughty nurse, naughty cheerleader, naughty grinch. He likes it even more when you play it up. The naughty teacher fulfilled fantasies he didn’t even know he had

He calls you puppy during sex when he’s feeling particulary dominant and you surprised him with a costume on his birthday compete with ears and a tail. He went three rounds that night and you lost count of how many times you came

He gets worked up being ignored by you, likes having to work for your attention. He could spend hours kissing up and down your neck as you read, ignoring the hard on he’s grinding into your ass. It’s only when he’s manhandling you that you break the ruse

Goes gooey eyed for some head. I’m talking knees shaking, toes curled. Man turns to straight mush. The first blowjob you gave him lasted mere minutes, but it was so hot listening to him whimper as he came in your mouth that you weren’t that upset

(Speaking of whimpers) Deep, growling moans, and pretty little whimpers when he cums. He just sounds so good during sex that you actually get a little excited when he has to go to away games cos that means hearing it directly in your ear through the phone

Loves taking videos of the two of you. He just loves having the view of you and him together on hand. And if he plays them in the background while you fuck once or twice, well your embarrassment only makes it hotter

Will eat you out after the gym. He actually gets upset if you shower first cos you washed off the ✨sparkle✨. He just loves the way you taste in general. He mouths wet kisses into your skin when you fuck just so he can taste you

I have one more of these in the works atm 😜 can you guess who it is?

Grip

Synopsis- JJK piece 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!!!

doctor albedo raping his nurse or patient hehe

wanna have a desperate hand clasped over my mouth to muffle my moans and cries as he pounds into me from behind <33 he pulls me away from the front desk to bounce me on his lap in his office, face full of tears as i hold onto his white doctor's coat, stained with wet droplets, mixed juices and ropes of cum <3

"nngh, dr albedo, please, i have to take care of the patients!"

"no, you'll take care of my erection first." he'd kiss your neck hungrily as he thrusts into you recklessly without abandon, squelchy slapping sounds echoing the office, making you so aware that you're being fucked by your superior and that anyone could definitely tell that he's taking out his frustrations n attraction on you <3

it'd be so shameful limping out of his office once he's done, uniform askew and neck littered with blossoming hickeys that you can't cover with makeup or your hair!

imagine being dr albedo's cute patient coming in for an appointment, only for him to inspect your naked body and get hard at the sight of your shy self under his lusty gaze <3 he thinks your stiff nipples from the ac must be because you want him to take you, so he makes you stay in the hospital so he can have you always around !!!

he'd check your private parts n assault you under the guise of making sure you're healthy hehe. albedo fingers your hole and even makes you close your eyes so he can pull down his boxers, placing his blunt tip to your entrance and blowing his load inside. "it's just a special medicine, just for you."