Kiss The Cook - Murasakibara X Reader

Angst ask: Oikawa gets into an intense argument with his s/o and goes to work angry, turning off his phone to spite them. Because of this, he misses the last text his s/o sends him before they end up dying (in like a robbery or bank heist, etc. You decide).

TRIGGER WARNING: DEATH AND BLOOD. 

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soft dom! bokuto + heavy on the size kink + mentions of a lot of cum + overstimulation + intense squirting + praise + f! reader

bokutos big, he knows he is- he sees it in the way you sink deeper into the bed when he folds you down, settles the weight of his hips agaisnt you.

he should be more gentle... maybe. but he’s not sure you’d like that because when he presses himself down onto you, enough to knock the wind out of you he sees the way your eyes curl back into your head.

he feels the way your cunt clenches down onto him, feels the sudden rush of warm wetness coat his crotch- right where your lips stretch around his thick cock.

“sweet girl.” he whispers, taking in your lolling tongue, head digging into bed as you tilt your chin up into him, shaky hands balled into cute fists between the space of you and him, wheezing out how good he feels.

“like being pinned down like this, hm?” its an almost teasing lilt. you think he’s laughing at your stupefied state, but in reality he’s marveling, basking in how good you are to him, greedily accepting his cock.

he lifts his hips off you, you can feel it when the heat of his balls leave your ass and you already miss it. theres nothing more delicious than being pressed, squished down onto the bed, barely able to suck in a shaky inhale.

“p-please!” you wail against the sound of your squelching cunt, feeling his thick cock tug at your walls as he leaves. your little tantrum is put to an end when he uses his whole weight, uses that driving force to slap back down onto you.

your body gives into the shockwave, shaking just like every single inch of skin and fluff and fat while he continues the brutal slam down and down and down.

it’s a frenzy entanglement- you provoke him, spur him on to drive into you faster and harder, the way you wiggle and clench down onto his thick cock and heavy balls, creaming so hard that with each impact you can not only hear it- you feel it splatter down in between the folds of your stretched cunt, drip down the seam of your ass.

“d-dirty.” bokuto huffs, tongue seemingly working too slow for his frantic mind, pushing past the burn he feels, hips smushing down into your pelvis over and over. he mutters a single word, but you understand exactly what he means and the wave of pure pleasure burning through your veins was enough to tip you to an orgasm that made bokuto stop all actions.

even with him holding your legs, he feels the push back- sees the way your muscles tense up, slipping past his hold, flopping onto the bed as your hips rut up and down- still stuffed full of him, splatter after splatter of your cum bathing his lower stomach and thighs in it all.

it makes his head dizzy, watching eagerly at your trembling, seizing body, unable to stop the way his shoulder shakes as he leans back to watch it all happen.

you’re wonderful, beautiful in the way you let him fuck you stupid like this. pushing into the punishing heat of your pussy, even while it’s doing everything it can to push his throbbing cock out.

he should say sorry- knowing you can’t deny him while you’re swimming in a hazy pool of ecstasy- but there’s a frantic push inside to cum in your cunt while you can’t even think.

he groans out another hushed puff of air when the piston of him in you draws even more squirts of cum, even more trembling of your thighs- involuntarily trying to clamp against his hips, begging him to stop.

and he makes it quick, finally pressing right to you- a reprieve in your favor.

like many times before, he fills you up nice and pretty, and that’s what knocks you back to coherency- blinking against your tears as you grab at his mass, muscle and fluff and everything that makes him, him.

“k-kou- f-fuck!” you chatter, squealing, happy and content.

he joins you in the eagerness, bringing his shaky form to join you, not afraid to lean his weight onto your smaller frame.

“good girl.” bokuto slurs, muffled by the pillow right by your head- still having half a mind to give you the praises you love.

you two sleep right after, him soft and weightless- tucking your body into him, barely able to contain the happiness that washes over both bodies, entangled in each other.

meet me in the pouring rain

tags: comfort, established relationship, aftermath of fights, happy ending!!!!!

obviously, you two had your fights. it would be stupid to think you didn't: stupid to assume the two of you were constantly perfect.

you curl up by the door of your bedroom, trying to stop yourself from crying.

you hated this. you hated how you had expected anything different. of course sae itoshi would choose football over you. it was what he had been doing for his entire life.

but why had you thought today would be something different? just because it was your birthday?

you had asked him if you two were doing anything so excitedly, so stupidly. he had looked at you with the blankest expression you had seen.

and of course when you tried to press the matter, he had snapped at you that he was busy- to not bother him before practice.

and the words had spewed out of your mouth, telling him to get on with it and get out of the house.

sae hadn't argued further, merely blinking at you in vague confusion before slamming the door behind him.

he hadn't returned for lunch. and with the sheer amount of rain outside, you knew he couldn't be practicing still. (well, you mused, there was a slight chance.)

but that meant he had to be taking shelter somewhere away from your home, somewhere with other people.

lightning crackled outside. the rain was really coming on in droves now. you curl further into a ball and listen to your own heartbeat, steady and calming.

the notification sound of your phone was a scare, and you flinch, hard. you look around for the source of the noise. the dings continue on and on.

when you finally find your phone, you're stunned to see the contact sae <33

the messages are a clear change from his usual short ones, practically an entire chain of frantic words. it's a drastic change compared to the dead silence he's been giving you today.

y/n

fuck i'm sorry

i didn't mean what i did in the morning

i forgot the date i'm so sorry

y/n?

i'm outside. you don't have to come if you don't want to. i'll stay.

you stare at that last message. sae was-

you run to her window, heart rate rising. you can barely see past the sheer amount of rain slamming down.

but sae was there. you can make out his vague form, the rain unforgivably landing on top of his head.

you almost fall down the stairs with how fast you run down. you skid to a stop in front of the door.

your hand turns on the knob.

“sae,” you breathe out.

sae looks at you with a bouquet of soaked roses and a small box, looking more like a drowned rat than the boyfriend you knew.

“you're going to get sick,” you sputter. “what were you-”

“i love you,” sae interrupts, eyes glowing with an intensity unfamiliar to you.

you've only seen that look on the field, when he's truly concentrating.

"i'm so fucking sorry," he continues. "i need you to know that you are my first priority. i know i don't act like it- but you're the best thing that's happened to me."

your mouth hangs open, your voice weak. "come inside."

he does. you gently take the roses from him and place them on the table. he pockets the box, and you don't question him.

sae waits patiently for you to speak.

"i'm sorry too," you finally say. "i shouldn't have-"

he grabs onto your hands, squeezing reassuringly. "don't apologize. im the one who forgot. it's not-it'll never be your fault."

you swallow. "i love you. but you should really go change-"

"before that," sae digs back into his pocket and pulls out the neatly wrapped box. "here."

the wrapping paper gives easily underneath your nails. you eye the box warily. it's clearly jewelry, so you crack the thing open-

"jesus christ-" you fumble the box.

sae catches it easily, raising one eyebrow.

"you got a ring?"

"it's not what you think it is." he hums, gently taking the ring out of the box. it's a pretty little thing, all delicate and fragile looking. "my proposal wouldn't be this tacky."

you stare at him. "so the ring is..."

"a promise," he answers as he slides it carefully onto your finger. "for a better one eventually."

the blood rushes to your face immediately. sae doesn't seem phased at all, even if he's just confessed that he's going to marry you.

"i-"

sae sneezes. once, and then twice.

you grab his arm. "okay. you are getting into some warm clothes."

he frowns, but follows you up the stairs anyway.

when the two of you reach the bedroom, you stop him by the door.

"you know, i only wanted two words."

his head tilts almost imperceptibly, confusion leaking-

sae smiles. "happy birthday."

why does colt look like the clean version of reiner 💀

himBo strength.

content warning: 18+ content including manhandling, clothes/panty ripping, use of puppy, use of puppycunt, tummy bulge, dumbfication, mean!bo.

“Kōtarō, slow down!” You whine, grabbing onto his sturdy shoulders as he places kisses and bite marks along the once pristine skin of your neck, now covered in his drool.

Suddenly you’re dizzy.

Your head spins once he flips you around on your tummy, leaving you pathetically clawing at the bedding beneath you to ground yourself. You swear you hear him snarl behind you. He smooths his hands down your back, muttering a string of words, “Been thinking about this cunt all day.”

The sound of fabric being torn at the seams fills the air, prompting you to lift your head and look over your shoulder to see Bo fisting at the ripped up tights and lace that were once so rudely hiding your precious cunny from him.

Your legs are still clad in the sheer material as you kick them. But Bo sneaks his hands to your front, placing them over your thighs and yanking you up, propping you on your knees. A mewl rips from your throat when you feel the outline of his cock through his sweats, and press against your drooling cunt.

“You’re fuckin’ leaking everywhere, puppy,” Bo marvels, more to himself than to you and your already trembling form, “Just from me roughing you up a bit, huh?”

You nod into the duvet, pushing your hips back to grind your puffy cunt against his cock. Almost instantly he growls and grabs onto your hips, stopping you completely, “Oh, you want my cock that bad? Forgot your fuckin’ manners? Gonna stuff this puppycunt full, then.”

You squeal when the fat tip of his cock pops into your cunny and he shows no sign of slowing down, working every inch into you. He leans over you, sneaking one hand between your body and the bed, to press his rough palm into your supple flesh and feel his cock prodding through your tummy. The other wraps around your throat to lift your head up.

Bo laughs in your face. You watch him through bleary eyes as his own trail down to your perfectly pink tongue, lolling out of your mouth.

“Stupid, little puppy. ‘S all you are.”

Imagine getting split up in a haunted house with your friends. It starts off with the typical jumpscares as the actors do their job well.

You're wondering down a smoke filled hall full of flashing led lights. Fake blood is smeared on the walls and cobwebs are on the ceiling. You're still giggling from the way your friend shrieked the moment you all stepped in.

Looking around, you shuddered a little bit as you walked past a guy in clown makeup lying on the floor with a slash across his chest, blood pouring around him. Practical effects are getting so realistic these days, you thought to yourself.

You're so distracted as cheesy horror music still plays in the background that you don't notice a tall figure standing there until you run into them.

Tilting your head back, your eyes go wide as you see a man in a mask towering over you.

"Sorry." You smiled awkwardly as you took a step back to get away, and you see he's wearing black jeans, a white wife beater splattered in red, and holding on to what (you hope) is a fake axe. He easily towers over you.

The man stays silent, making the atmosphere feel more tense. He's tall and muscular, and you can only see his eyes peaking down at you from underneath the mask. He definitely fit the role of a haunt actor.

"Wow." You laughed nervously as you stepped to the side. "You're like, really in character, huh?"

The man stays silent as he turns and watches you rush past him, and you swear you can hear him chuckle as you turn the corner.

Chills ran down your spine as you started to wander around, feeling like someone was watching you, but every time you turned around to check, nobody was there. Frustration started to build up as you hut nothing but dead ends.

Sure, it was fun at first, with the occasional jumpscare popping out at you that would make flinch, then laugh at yourself for letting it get to you. But your phone had no reception and you were losing track of time.

This was getting ridiculous, you thought to yourself as you looked around for someone to ask for help to get out of there. You hoped your friends were having a better time than you were.

Once you reached the next dead end, you nearly screamed in frustration, ready to yank your hair out until you saw the same masked man from the corner of your eye.

"Okay." You sighed as you walked over to him. "Haha, you got me. Can you please help me get out of here now?"

The man stays silent, but his eyes are trained on you as he lowers his head to look down at you.

You rolled your eyes as he stayed in character, watching the blood drip off of the axe he was casually holding onto.

It wasn't until you got closer to him that the heavy metallic scent hit you. A chill ran down your spine, true terror running through your veins as you looked down at his weapon, noticing how sharp it really was. A real weapon, not allowed in haunts like this one.

Suddenly, the fun little jumpscares weren't so fun anymore. This man wasn't a haunt actor at all.

Your face paled as you remembered the dead clown that you'd passed by earlier. The actor that would've been the one to scare you a few times before helping you reunite with your friends at the exit. But he was really dead.

And now you were stuck here with him. An actual killer.

As if reading your thoughts, he grabbed your chin and pulled you against him. You were shaking as he leaned down, lowering his head to whisper in your ear.

"Run." He growled lowly before letting go of your chin and stepping back.

You didn't have to be told twice, immediately running away from him.

Suddenly, the smoke felt too heavy, the music was too loud, the deep red led lights that filled the rooms only added to your terror, and the animatronics they had to jump out at you only made you more overwhelmed.

You were nearly ready to cry as you turned around and saw the masked man casually walking towards you in typical horror movie slasher style.

Then you heard the sound of distant laughter. It sounded like your friends chatting with each other.

A wave of hope went through you as you ran over to the wall and started banging against it, screaming at the top of your lungs.

"Help!" You yelled out as loud as you could as you slapped your hands against the walls. "Please, help! He-"

You shrieked as a hand suddenly grabbed ahold of your hair and pushed you onto the cold ground.

The masked man throws his axe to the side as he climbs on top of you, making you look into his eyes.

He laughs wickedly, pressing himself against you as he tightens his grip on your hair. You screamed and cried, trying to push him off you as you feel his hard on rub against your thigh, cock straining against his jeans.

"Scream all you want." He grinned as he pulled his mask up, feeling his breath fanning against your lips. "Everyone will think it's all part of the show."

early morning with sakura !

tags. fluff. sakura x gender neutral!reader

a/n. had a thought about sleepy sakura

as you were getting yourself ready for school, you couldn't help but gaze at your boyfriend who's sleeping comfortably on your bed. he looks so peaceful and soft wrapped in your blanket, opposite of what he is when he's awake.

you were going to stand up when you hear him stir awake, he looks at you with sleepy eyes.

“where are you going?” sakura asked, sounding like a whisper.

“to school, i have early morning duties.”

sakura grumbled then pulls you onto the bed with him,

“hey, let g-”

“please don't go yet,” sakura murmured, voice hoarse due to sleep, while pulling you closer to him. you smiled, thinking about how adorable he is in the morning.

you softly sighed, “ fine, but just a few minutes, 'kay?” wrapping your arms around him and kissing his forehead, he then wraps his arms around your torso and his legs around yours and hummed.

you might be late for school but at least you got to see how cute your boyfriend is. <3

miya atsumu x f!reader

tags: con noncon, anal, public bathroom, degradation, dacryphilia

you know that atsumu always demands absolute silence for his serves. you know it, but it’s also been a while since he’s been rough with you, and you crave it. so you muster up all your courage and scream his name just after he commands the room. you know instantly that he recognizes your voice, but he doesn’t even look at you, and you watch as he hits one of the most intense jump serves you’ve ever seen. 

atsumu finds you as soon as he exits the locker rooms and without a word pull’s you into the men’s washrooms. he glares at the man washing his hands, who scrambles off, and pushes you into the stall.

“yer a fuckin’ pig, y’know?” he hisses, holding your upper arm with bruising force.

you whimper, “tsumu—”

“shut yer mouth,” he spins you around, bending you over the filthy toilet, “ya really pissed me off this time, y/n.”

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being sakusa’s sweet, innocent leetle housewife, maybe you’re a bit younger than him too, to the point where the media points out the age diff 🥺 he loves how doting you are, always there to welcome him home with a hot meal and a clean house. all you know is taking care of omi, cleaning for omi, dressing up for omi 💘💘 but the people on the media are harsh and you’re nothing but a gold diggin whore!!! you bawl ur lil eyes out & sakusa decides to return the favor & take care of you! by stuffing u full and overstimming u until the only reason ur crying bc all this sensory overload 💘 maybe this will be the time he can finally fuck a baby in u too, u deserve a nice reward for being so good to him!

this is so cute 🥺🥺🥺🥺 omi be my hubby hours

nsfwish, fem reader, breeding

lately, he’s been coming back to sights like this.

you sniffling in bed, wrapped up in blankets as you scroll through your phone. he can’t help but sigh as he puts his gym bag down. “what is it?”

“it’s all these people, omi...” you put your phone down, tears in your eyes. “they all think i’m just a gold digging wh- whore...”

would a gold digging whore stutter the word?

“oh, baby...” he sits down next to you. “they don’t know anything about us, and you know that. don’t listen to them.”

“i know, omi...” you wipe at your eyes. “i know you must be getting tired from me crying about this all the time. it just really hurts my feelings.”

he clicks his tongue and brings you into his arms, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “you shouldn’t let it get to you. you’re perfect.”

“i’m--”

his lips trail down, until he’s peppering kisses on your face. you giggle a bit.

“listen, you’re the perfect wife.” he places a kiss under your jaw. “you always take care of the house, of me... always look so pretty in your dresses...”

“that you buy for me...”

“it’s just because i like how they look on you.” he trails his lips down your arm, ending with a kiss on your hand. “but i’ll be honest, i think what’s underneath the dress it a lot prettier.”

“omi...” you gasp as he pulls at the shirt you’re wearing (which is his). 

“you do so much for me...” he pulls it up to reveal your chest. “i want to give you what you want most of all... i know you must be lonely in this house when i’m gone... i think you need a baby.”

“a baby?” you smile.

“mhm...” he wipes the stray tears off your cheeks. “i think you’d make a good mom.”

“oh, omi...”

he kisses you, pushing you back on the bed so he can fit between your legs which you so easily spread for him. 

“if a baby’s what you want...” he grunts as he grinds his hips down. “then that’s what i’ll give you.”

“oh, thank you omi, thank you. i want your baby, omi.”

you always know how to make him happy.