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dolliestfairy · 7 months

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girl pls make part 2 abt this like... godddd

Hi honey! Idk if requests are open? If yes, I’d like to request something with a handsome character (it can be whoever you want) who loves to work out and play sports and he’s soooo in love with the chubby reader but she’s oblivious to his feelings until he’s jealous cause he thinks the reader has a crush on another guy so he confronts her and asks her what's going on, even tho, they don't have any romantic relationship and they end up making out and something more

Such a yummy idea, i love it 💕

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Imagine the captain of the football team having a crush on you. You're in a few of his classes and he can't focus on anything but you, the chubby cutie that he always tries to sit next to. He's always so nice to you, trying to win your favor but you think he's just being friendly.

Oh, if only you knew the thoughts he had about you, imagining you in all sorts of ways. He really wants to fuck you standing up, hearing you gasp when he picks you up with ease, holding you against the wall and pounding your pretty pussy until you squirt all over his abs and thighs. He wants to feel your chubby pussy cling to his cock, squeezing him tight, milking him for all he's worth. And then he wants to do it all over again, and again, and again and again until you're completely spent and can't even think.

But he's fine with being friends now, he knows you'll come around. So he carries your books to your next class and invites you to his practices and shows off while he works out just so you'll notice him. He wants all your attention on him so you'll realize that he's perfect for you.

But one day he sees one of his teammates talking to you while you sit on the bleachers, and he's making you laugh and you're touching his arm and it makes his blood boil. How dare another man come up to you and try to steal you away from him? He saw red and stomped up to you, pulling you away to the locker rooms to confront you.

"Why're you talking to Jacob? What's so special about him?"

"Dude, what are you talking about?"

"I'm talking about just now! You were talking and laughing and acting all cute around him. Are you trying to flirt with him? What's he got that I don't?"

"What... what do you mean?"

"I mean, I've been trying to date you for months now and it seems like you're not interested. Am I not smart enough? Am I not funny enough? What do I gotta do to get you to notice me?"

"You... like me?"

"Of course I do! I've liked you since the moment we met! When are you gonna realize how much I want you?"

You're both silent for a bit before he steps closer, backing you into the lockers and leaning in, hesitating right before he locks lips with you. You're both nervous, but you kiss each other nonetheless, lips melding together slowly. You introduce your tongues soon enough, slurping around each other, making you moan into his mouth. His hands move to your waist, going down to your hips to your ass, giving it a squeeze. He pulls your hips towards his and you can feel him getting hard. He pulls away from the kiss, looking down at you with lust blown eyes.

"Do you wanna come over to my place after practice?"

You swallow, your face burning.

"S-Sure, that sounds fine."

He smiled wickedly, and you knew that you'd be in for a long night.

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#that was kinda hot #yeah that is actually hot #just need the spice more #but its still so goooodddd 🛐

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dolliestfairy · 7 months

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this is literally me in my room lmaoo

#the art is really cute btw #and i look just like her!!#like short hair and everythingg #muah muahh #💋#lovesss 🩷

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dolliestfairy · 8 months

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this are soooooo hott—

gojo had been in this situation many times where you ran away from him and he knows it all too well. he could be a menace at times. could be too much at times with his antics. he knows it very well and seeing you running away from him, unlocked this feeling that he never knew he have. something primal—an instinct to hunt, to devour something with the metallic taste of blood in his tongue.

the way your body bounces with a huff, like a bunny hopping away from its predator.

you're in for the hunt and gojo likes it. he lets you run. giving him a setback of few minutes of making sure you were far from him but gojo knew you, more than you could ever know yourself. from your scent, to your heartbeat and to your small intakes of puff in your breath. it's like instinct for him to mark you and own you.

the teeth marks on your skin are evidence. they're like tattoos permanently etched in your skin. it fades but gojo replaces it with such eagerness until they're permanently marked in your supple skin.

when satoru decided that you've given him more time for him to get you and so, the hunt begins.

he didn't need his six eyes nor his ability to detect someone. it's all natural for him to sense you. no matter the distance or the poor attempt of disguising yourself.

“gotcha.” he says in his playful voice like it's the most innocent thing. you can never fool him. it's too easy. you and him were one. never be separated for too long. the other one ends up too delirious or maybe—crazy. lose control of what they are to feed the hunger in the pits of their soul. it doesn't work for him though, everything the gojo satoru can be but never temperamental and quick to diminish stuff. he's lax and cool. that what he is.

well, he could lose control too.

his hold to you, a vice grip like. fingers digs in the pudginess of your body. one he explored many times. claimed and marked. your back pressed in his chest. your heart beat thrumming like nails tapping in a hardwood desk.

it was never an intention to run. you could never escape his grasp. he's too much sometimes. biting your round cheeks like they were the mochi desserts he always had in missions. it leaves mark for everyone to see.

it never prepared you how dating gojo satoru could be like this. obsessive. it's not like you're going anywhere.

he holds you for a moment—his lips nibbling on the shell of your ear sending shivers down your spine while his hands grabbing the handful of flesh in your stomach through your uniform.

his index finger swipes to feel the shape of your lips. he kissed it many times. made claim to it that it only can be kissed by him, and only him.

turning your head to the side and looking above to meet his flawless face and he looks down to place a kiss to your lips. what tenderness started turned to desperation.

“satoru.” murmuring his name in-between kisses. stopping in a second before claiming your lips in his again.

gojo knew he could get high when in the brink of the death but fuck, your lips too had the same effect. your whole being is a addiction he never wanted to get rid of.

it continues for minutes until you're both panting for air. still gojo continues to slither his hands all over you body, grabbing and pinching whatever he can get with his hands. large palms holding your thighs. it splays and the flesh spills out in his palms despite being wide enough to grab someone's head.

you're a fucking delight for him. loves when you run away and only for him to catch. he murmurs your name in your ear. his breath tickling the nerves in your ear and sending tremors to the depths of your soul when he calls your name. it's the same for him.

“i could eat you whole.”

you shake your head at the statement. he'd already done that. strip you naked with nothing but his hands covering your most intimate parts. bites and nibbles at your flesh while he ruts himself deep into you.

savoring every moment. lavishing his palate with the most exquisite taste of your skin in his tongue. he's insatiable.

you could tell from how he gets desperate at times when you ran away from him like you were going to disappear at any given moment and it's his weakness. what weakness turning into something primal, so raw to claim you as his and that's the only way he can think to never let you go. if only you can stay forever in his arms he'll do it—with the power vested by the universe for him.

it's always this chase where he catch you everytime, the more he stays and sticks with you and that's the only thing you could ever return for him.

#goddnessssss 😖🩷#love this so muchhhhh #so good omgg #girls dinner #fr

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dolliestfairy · 8 months

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Your theme is so cute😖

tysm aaa!! ૮ / / / ก ა

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dolliestfairy · 8 months

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#VENOM!

pairing: dick grayson x chubby afab!reader

word count: 800+

summary: dick comes home from a very long night, after encountering poison ivy, he can’t seem to think straight when all he can smell is you…

warnings: HEAVY SMUT!! sex pollen, dick has a big.. erm well.. dick, BREEDINGGGG, slight degradation, pet names (princess, sweetheart, baby, etc.), dom!dick, sub!reader, dick calls reader a fleshlight (lovingly ;p), dick's lwk a lil' mean in this but it's ok he loves you ;3

authors note: lawddd hold me back this man is bouta make me combust like all over his face SOMEONE HELP ME

“Fuckin’ hell-” Dick groaned lowly as he gripped your hips tighter, pulling your plush body back into his harsh thrusts.

Nights like this would normally have this outcome. Dick would come home, late at night after a patrol, looking and being frustrated as anyone would be, leaving you to be his relief.

But tonight.. Wasn’t one of those nights. This wasn’t calm, or half assed thrusts into your sopping cunt as you both lay half awake in bed, no. Dick wasn’t frustrated.. He was hungry.

“Dee! S-slow down baby-!” you squealed as your manicured hand reached back, your nails lightly brushing over his toned abdomen.

He’d been so overcome with lust that he hadn’t even fully discarded his suit, only zipping it down the middle and off his shoulders to leave it pooling at his waist, with his mask still tied around his eyes. The white, chalky glow around his eyes hiding his irises from your view.

He roughly grabbed your hand into his and intertwined them, a sweet gesture compared to his brutal pace he was keeping up with at the moment.

“Mine, mine, mine..” you heard him mumble as he leaned down, cooing into your ear as he pounded you from behind, the smacking of your ass against his upper thighs echoing throughout the room.

He moaned softly at the squelch of your cunt swallowing him, a creamy white ring surrounding the base of his cock every moment he pulled out.

“D-Dick, p-please baby-”

“Gotta breed you baby.. Show all these fuckers that you’re mine and get you pregnant. You’d like that huh? All full with my baby, my cum deep inside this needy lil’ pussy, hm? You want that princess?” You felt him smirk against your skin as he never faltered, his cock reaching so deep inside you–fuck this man would be the end of you.

He may have seemed like a sweet guy, and he definitely was.. Him in bed on the other hand, he was dirty, disgusting, nasty with the way he talked.

“You’re my lil’ fleshlight aren’t you? Just a wet little hole to stick my dick into, huh? S’all you’re good for?”

Tears pooled at the bottom of your eyes, your pussy throbbed at his words, no matter how offended you really were from them.

“S-S’mean Dee..” you cooed before he lifted you up to rest your back on his chest, groping your tits in one hand as the other trailed down your plump stomach and towards your pussy.

“Mean? I would never, baby. How could you accuse me of such a thing? All I do is treat you so fuckin’ well, don’t I?” Dick mumbled as his fingers started to toy with your clit, his middle finger rubbing the sensitive nub in circles as he continued his brutal pace on your weeping cunt. “F-fuck..” he whined as he pulled away for a moment to look down at where the two of you were connected, his cum from earlier rounds already starting to pool onto the bedsheets and trailing down your thighs. “S’good to me, ya know that? Such a good girl..” Fuck it was starting to become too much for him, but it felt so fucking good..

“G-Gonna come, Dee–fuck!” you whimpered as you fell back into the sheets with your face squished against the pillows, gripping the blanket into your hands tightly.

“F-fuckin’ come baby, come all over this cock..” He coos through clenched teeth, his nails lightly digging into your plush skin as his thrusts sped up.

Whiney breaths leave your throat as your climax starts building, before the coil in your tummy finally snaps, your juices gushing around him as he let out a whine and threw his head back.

“C-Come inside me, Dick–please!” you squeal with your face squished into the pillow to muffle your needy whines as his cock twitched inside you.

“I know baby, I know–fuckk!” he groaned as you felt him release inside you, thick ropes of his cum painting your walls a creamy white, giving a few shallow thrusts before stilling inside you, pants and heavy breathing leaving both of your lips as you sat in silence.

Despite your best efforts and hours of him being inside you, he was still.. Unnecessarily hard..

You whine as you try to crawl away from his needy hands before he grabs you by the waist and pulls you back to flip you onto your back, a few pieces of his hair stuck to his forehead as he looks down at you with a grin painting his plush lips. Gosh it’s like he was trying to kill you.

“P-please my love, let’s rest.. M’sensitive..” you whimpered as he chuckled lightly before grabbing the back of your thighs and pushing your legs towards your chest.

“Said ya’ wanted to help me..” he cooed as he leant down with his lips ghosting over yours.

“So, help me..”

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dolliestfairy · 8 months

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𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐯!𝐊ö𝐧𝐢𝐠 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

Warnings: obsessive behaviour, dubcon/noncon for the last few headcanons (I've put a warning if you want to stop reading)

Poorly translated German, correct me if needed!

Important note at the end!

✧°. König is a kind of pervert who fantasizes about you, when he beats his meaty cock with his hand, imagining all of the possible scenarios in his head.

✧°. With you bend over the surface of the table or desk and him pounding into your tight cunt from behind. Your hair falls out through his thick fingers as he tugs on them to arch your spine better.

✧°. Perv!König can’t help but stare at your breasts from above (thanks to his height), exposed by the cleavage of your shirt. A soft, plump flesh squeezed by a little to small size of bra. Did you do that on purpose to torment him with the beautiful sight?

✧°. He wants to sneak his warm hand under your shirt and fondle them, play with both nipples until they’re perky, before he finally laps at them with his wet mouth and sucks.

✧°. His cock twitches painfully when he sees you with a gun holster or climbing equipment on. The stiff material digging into your plush thighs, one stripe just under the curve of your ass. It gives Perv!König the new fixation he would like to test out with you – a shibari or any other bondage.

✧°. Just to have you tied up like a little gift and on his sick mercy.

✧°. But there would come time, where the fantasies, weirdly specific porn and fucking his own palm is not enough, he craves more.

✧°. König starts to supervise your training with a gun or in a gym. Instead of just verbally correcting your aiming posture, he would stand behind you, his bulky arms wrapped around your sides. He would lean over your shoulder and whisper a few words in German. Quickly and incoherently, but you didn’t understand it anyways! You don’t know German!

✧°. “Fokus auf das ziel, nicht mein schwanz, schlampe [ger.: Focus on the target, not my dick, slut].”

✧°. Perv!König is delusional as fuck. He would interpret your confusion and shyness in such situations with succumbing to his flirting. Your eyes were begging for his attention, ja?

✧°. He would absolutely push your limits, telling you to do a series or two more in the gym just to hear your little whines and moans due to your hard work!

✧°. Not to mention how König is fascinated with your scent even after such an intense workout. The sweat glistening on your smooth skin, pretty face red from exhaustion. You looked exactly just like he imagines you after being fucked stupid.

✧°. But even creeping on you in the gym or armory wasn’t enough for Perv!König! He still wants more!

✧°. I bet we can all agree that he would be a panty thief, especially those used ones. König would take them out of the laundry and rub along his painfully throbbing cock just to cum into them!

✧°. And then he put them back in the basket and pretended like nothing happened. Although, he was a little sad that you didn’t put them on with his warm seed still on it.

✧°. This way Perv!König could mark you as his girl. <3

✧°. Perv!König would sneak to the bathroom to peek at you taking a bath or shower, admiring your naked body from a safe distance.

[Dubcon/Noncon Warning]

✧°. If you ever happen to get super drunk while hanging out with him, Perv!König would absolutely take advantage of your easily persuasive state. Pulling you into his lap, because it’s more comfortable than a wooden chair, ja? Just to help you relax, because you seemed so nervous about getting drunk with your Colonel!

✧°. König would place his big hand over your stomach and slowly slide down, under the hem of your pants. When you started mumbling something in your drunken state, he was quick to whisper little praises into your ear, assuring he would take good care of you.

✧°. His fingers easily found their way into your panties – who knows, maybe it was the same pair he jerked himself into before? Perv!König took his time playing with you, rubbing your clit in circles, before he eventually plunged two of his thick fingers into your sweet pussy.

✧°. He had to shush your precious mewls, when he continued stroking that specific spongy spot inside of you, until you came onto his fingers, still sitting prettily in his lap. Like a trophy. King’s trophy.

A/N: This was highly requested and let me tell you ─ I have two more pervy scenarios in the drafts: Perv!Boyfriend!König and Perv!Landlord!König. It depends if you want to read those. Let me know please. 👉👈

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dolliestfairy · 8 months

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Uh huh

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dolliestfairy · 8 months

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hothothothothothot

they're old but not that old. what is it when they're only a few years older than you but they still feel the years creeping up on them. they don't worry about that though when there's a soft, plump, young girl taking their cock like a champ.

"what's this?" he mused to himself while he watches you desperately matches the thrust of his hips. "can't get enough of this old man's cock? you're a young, pretty little thing but look at you..." chuckling to himself when you're pleading for him to bring you release. your sweet cunt clenching to him. "atta girl, impatient girls like you don't get to cum."

they like the tears gathering in your lashes when they deny you of release. it only spurs them more as you take their thick cock into your wet pussy.

"please...—make me cum" there's a hiccup followed by a sob as the tears starts to roll into your cheeks. rolling your hips to feel the veins in his cock to your spasming wall. desperate and confused why they won't let you cum. how could you understand what they're saying when your attention is how their cock stretched inside you and their bulbous tip is hitting your sensitive spot making you gush over their length.

“daddy, please” whining and begging to grant you of pleasure. “i'm a good girl, aren't i daddy? please make me cum. give me your babies”

that made their cock throb even more. twitches at how you beg to stuff you full of their cum. shit. they won't last long while you're so adorable in pleading.

“of course, baby. you're a good girl.” they praises you. holding your round cheeks in their huge palm while speeding up their thrusts. your body involuntarily jiggling and leaves you drooling in the corners of your mouth. too dumb and cock drunk to think anything than their cocks filling you up.

with a bruising kiss in your lips and a violent jerk of their hips. hot and creamy spurts of their cum fills you to the brim. painting your insides white and you're seeing white from the euphoria that you were given off. thick thighs trembling while their cum drips and runs to your inner thighs.

“geez, such a needy whore. i guess you need more of this cock, huh?”

“yes, daddy.”

TOJI, KISHIBE, ROMERO, KEISHIN, AIZAWA

#in love #so fcking hot #my goddddd

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dolliestfairy · 8 months

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'One more. Jus' one more, baby...'

He needs to feel you, needs to make you come undone.

And so he does.

He's pressed firmly against your back. A strong, steady arm holds you in place. His lips pepper kisses along your neck and shoulder. His hand, god, his hand... It's nestled between your legs, teasing you relentlessly, making you see fucking stars again and again... and...

You're shuddering.

You're shaking.

You're damn sure you'll be hoarse from the way you've moaned, screamed, and shit, you're cumming again—

Fuck.

You're shuddering.

You're shaking.

But he needs more. Needs to hear more. Needs to feel more.

Needs to love on you some more.

And so he does. He murmurs his need against the damp expanse of your skin.

One more. Just give him one more.

Just come for him again, baby...

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dolliestfairy · 8 months

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MW2 Reaction To You Being A Virgin

Warnings: 18+, Implications of Smut, Corruption Kink, Purity Kink, Innocence Kink, Ownership Kink, Age Gap, Implied Slight Yandere Graves Inexperience, Objectification, Dominant MW2, Soft MW2, Gaz is anxious :-( but trying his best, MW2 Trying To Be Smooth, Profanity, No Pronouns Used For Reader Except ‘You’.

Ghost

The fact that you, innocent, are his to love and corrupt sends white-hot anticipation between his legs.

He’s imagined what you’d be like in bed: how you’d take him, the sounds you’d make. Of course he has – practically everyone on Base has.

But now, his fantasies are tinged with something feral. A primal need to show you that he is the best choice for you (even if he doesn’t believe it himself) – the only one strong enough and skilled enough to be yours and to make you his.

He’s fantasised about you looking up at him with doe eyes while he pins your wrists to the mattress, voice meek as you tell him, as if it’s a secret, that you’ve “Never done this before…”

He can’t live without it. The fact that he can – will – be your first time. Satisfy you in ways nobody else will ever be able to compete with.

He’d never admit it, but a dark part of him has plagued him with ideas of ravaging and corrupting you, about making your first time so pleasurable and carnal that nobody will ever be able to satisfy you as he can.

“Don’t worry, Sweetheart,” he tells you, taking your chin between his fingers. He lowers his lips to your ear. You don’t see the dark gleam in his eye. Don’t see the deliciously dark idea cross his mind – the impulse to fuck you so hard that you won’t be able to feel anything, nevermind pain. And he makes a promise to you anyway.

“I’ll take care of you.”

König

“Thought as much.” König’s words are blunt yet sharp.

“Seeing as you have everyone wrapped around your finger, it’s clear you have no regard for the way you conduct yourself.”

You may construe König’s words as mean. Derogatory, even. He means it as a compliment. Even if you don’t know it yet.

“You think I don’t see the way you flaunt yourself in front of the soldiers – thinking that you’ll be able to get away with it without consequence.”

König’s frame towers over you. His gaze is ice, and any trace of the socially anxious soldier you knew is gone.

“I wonder how you like it.” he muses aloud. His voice is tinged with something unreadable. Venomous.

“How you’ll take it. Rough, gentle…” His eyes narrow.

“Mean.”

He’s boxed you in with his stature alone.

“Makes no difference to me,” he tells you. Deceptively calm. And then, an offer. One you can’t refuse.

“I’ll fuck you every which way until I find what makes you scream the loudest.”

Soap

“Oh, really?” he says, eyebrow quirked and a hidden smile teasing his lips.

Johnny really couldn’t care less that you’ve never had sex before. But, the fact that you shared this information with him – albeit after he steered the conversation towards more…intimate topics – gave him hope that you were hinting towards something.

Something that Johnny’s wanted since he realised he was massively, whorishly down bad for you.

From his position opposite you, against the kitchen counter, he takes a step forward.

“I suppose you’re not very experienced then, are you?”

He advances until he’s in front of you. A wolf and a lamb. Close enough that you can smell his cologne.

His eyes are piercing, but there is a softness behind them. Something that writhes and wants and needs.

His hands come to rest upon the counter behind you. Nowhere for you to run. The heat from his body is scorching.

“Though, I’d be more than happy to…” His voice husks. “Beef up your résumé.”

Valeria

Corruption kink to the MAX

Valeria is a territorial, dominant woman – that much is easy to see.

And the fact that you haven’t had anyone else before her just does something to her.

Alters her brain chemistry permanently.

There’s not one soldier, police officer or government official she doesn’t own in Las Almas.

So why shouldn’t she own you, too?

Now she’s thinking of every conceivable way she’s going to take ownership of you.

She thinks about it so often that she struggles to complete her paperwork without having to disperse the issue before she can continue.

But be warned: there will come a day when satisfying herself just won’t cut it. When she’s going to seek you out and ruin you.

“It might hurt at first, mi Amor,” she tells you, hand stroking your cheek, coming down to your jaw. “But trust me when I say that–”

Her hand grips your jaw. Tight. A viper’s strike. A fire burns in her eyes and the corners of her lips curl up in a cruel smile.

“I’ll make it hurt a whole lot more if you don’t do as I say.”

Price

Given his age, Price has had his fair share of experiences.

But that doesn’t harden him to the simple fact that you haven’t.

In his eyes, there’s something endearing about how you’ve yet to give yourself to another person.

Another person that, he hopes, will someday be him.

The idea makes something in him stir. The fact that the difference between your age and his makes him that much more confident in his ability to please you in ways no mere boy can makes him anxious to act.

“Oh. Is that right, Love?” He says, eyes light and his smile dangerous.

“S’ppose you’re waiting for the right person.” His posture is inviting. Tempting. Belies the rush he’s feeling — the desire to have you at his mercy in the most carnal sense.

“Pretty little thing like you, you could have your fill of men.”

He’s angling for something. His face says it all.

He steps towards you. Again. Again. He’s in front of you.

His chest is almost to yours. His smile is shallow now. Strained. Like his pants.

“Probably looking for someone with experience.”

He thrives on the way your chest flutters. His does, too, but it’s masked beneath a heavy stare.

“And trust me, Love,” his voice is low. A message for you and you alone as he brings his lips to your ear, breath hot against your skin.

“I’ve got plenty to spare.”

Horangi

You don’t hear it for his mask, but Horangi lets out a shuttered breath.

“That’s why you’re always so quiet when sex talk comes up.”

He says it as a fact, but you take it as a question. You nod.

Horangi’s arms unfurl from his chest, come to rest at his sides. He’s looking at you.

Even through the layers of his mask, his gaze is heavy. Leaden.

He steps towards you. His frame, broad, fills your vision.

You can hear how heavy his breathing has become. How thick the air is.

How much he’s trying to restrain himself.

“How about a deal,” he proposes. Commands.

“You give me something to have a nice, long, hard think about,” his hips are to yours. You feel him pressing against you.

“And I’ll give you something to talk about.”

Alejandro

“You surprise me, mi amor,” he says, natural as anything. As if he already knew.

“I’d have thought someone would have swooped in and claimed you by now.”

Truth be told, Alejandro wanted to be that somebody so badly that it made him ache in places he’d rather not think about. Especially when you’re already making containing himself incredibly difficult with that pouting, wide-eyed, innocent look.

God, you had no idea what you were doing to him.

“Or…are you saving yourself for someone specific?”

Before you, his frame is broad and imposing even without all his military gear on.

He takes your chin between his fingers. Tilts your head so your gaze can’t escape his. A shiver runs up his spine at the sound of your breath stuttering.

His words aren’t rhetorical. He’s pulled the answer from you – seen it in your eyes.

“Or are you just waiting for a man who knows how to take care of you?”

Rodolfo

“O-oh!” Rudy chokes out. His cheeks are already giving way to a telltale pink. He tries to cover it.

“But– you’re so pretty and smart and kind – I thought you’d have a boyfriend by now!”

In some ways, Rudy’s a bit of a traditionalist: his mind still jumps to the idea that you’d typically only be intimate with someone you’re already in a relationship with.

Not that he’d judge you if this were not the case for you.

But he sees his chance. And he takes it.

“Well, if you’re not with anyone, then…would you like to go out sometime? With me?”

His eyes are wide and filled with hope – something you’d never have expected from a man in such a brutal line of work.

Sex is the last thing on his mind right now: truly, he’s so taken in with the idea that you’re single and available that your sexual status means very little to him.

Though, that isn’t to say he hasn’t thought about you like that before, or that he hasn’t spent many a night with his face smothered with pillows as your name escapes from between his lips, panting, moaning.

That’s a little secret for you to uncover later in your relationship…

Graves

“So you’re tellin’ me that no one’s had the privilege of fuckin’ that pretty little ass of yours?”

Graves sure has a way with words.

For all his slimy business practices, this is the one time he’s genuinely surprised. Unable to be slick.

He puts his game face on. Gives you a half-lidded stare and lowers his voice. His heart hammers: he conceals it behind a cool tone.

“Well, colour me impressed, Angel,” he says. A hand comes to the hem of your shirt, takes it between slow, intentional fingers. He has to resist the urge to look at your chest when he pulls the fabric taut.

“And here I was thinkin’ I already knew everything about you.”

He’s moving in before you can analyse his statement. Before you can begin to understand how badly this man has lusted after you – how deeply entrenched in your life he’s become. And all without you knowing.

He places a hand on the wall behind you. Presses himself closer to you.

“How much to let me be the first,” he drawls. Your eyes widen. His thin smile grows.

“And last.”

Gaz

Bless his little cotton socks, he doesn’t know what to do with both this information and himself.

See, despite being incredibly intelligent, Gaz is still the youngest of the 141, so he’s not entirely accustomed to situations like this.

He can’t tell if you’re hinting, flirting, or just telling him something about yourself.

He remembers what Soap taught him, though.

Should a situation arise where someone is flirting with you, just use your intuition and don’t fuck it up.

Gaz leans against the doorframe, almost misses, scrambles to resume his ideal posture.

“Oh, so we’re more similar than you’d think, then.”

He can feel Soap banging his head against a wall. Jesus, Gaz – at least try to impress (Y/N) !

At your raised eyebrow and your playful “Oh?” Gaz coughs. His voice lowers.

“But…” he steps closer. “Maybe we can un-virgin each other.”

Long story short, Gaz has no idea what he’s talking about. But, somehow, his nervous disposition and pretty boy charm have enamoured you. And you may have told him you’d take him up on his offer 👀.

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dolliestfairy · 8 months

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cw: chubby/plus size gn reader; mentions of rough sex; unprotected sex; fluff; under 1k

in my head thinking of Gojo “the strongest” Satoru who gets offended when you insist you’re too heavy for him (and consequently fucks the hell out of you to further prove his title to you)

satoru who starts to casually lift you whenever, wherever, and however.

if you can’t reach something, he’s not grabbing it, he’s lifting you high enough so you can reach it urself. he grabs you for piggy back rides at home or in public bc why not, ur feet could use the rest right? (even if it’s just a trip from the bed to the kitchen)

if his lap is available, you’re sitting on it, he’s not listening to any what ifs or buts, just gently pulls you down into him so you can get nice n comfy. (satoru’s lap is suuupperrr cozy btw)

you find yourselves copulating while standing much more than previously. not that satoru wouldn’t resort to that in the past if he was impatient. but now, he almost went out of his way to stand up before picking you up as well. adjusting you, midair like it was nothing, so you could get a comfortable before he fucked you dumb with no support necessary.

gojo satoru who casually rubs and caresses your chub everywhere 💞 :) arms, hips, waist, back, thighs, anywhere he can get his hands on really.

thinking of those touches turning insatiable.

his big hands grabbing and squeezing the meat of your hips, his lips smirking at how soft you are, it makes it so much easier to fuck into you savagely when wants to. you always take it so well for him, no matter how rough he gets💗 he’s obsessed with watching your body ripple with the intensity of his love making.

his calloused fingers clutch the velvety skin of your inner thighs while he moans because of how mailable you are to his touch. he kisses, nips, and licks the flesh that spills out between his rough digits.

satoru’s hands shake as they part from your thighs just to grant himself the feeling of your curvaceous tum tum. he rubs along your lower belly like it’s precious, before placing wet kisses from your navel to either of your jiggly breasts.

he adores every single part of you. every curve, wrinkle, dimple, and mound. you’re fucking immaculate, crafted by the heavens themselves. and he’d love to worship you if you’ll let him.

satoru grabbing the flesh of your tummy so rough when he’s fucking you and himself utterly stupid!! slamming his hips into you and rubbing your clit messily with three fingers.

“c-cum, pretty thing—“ he can hardly form a sentence around his slack jaw as his swollen cock jackhammers into you, “not—not gonna last long.”

his breathy warning is all it takes from the pressure in your lower abdomen to release, your orgasm racking through you in waves as you make a mess all over you and your boyfriend.

call him possessive but he’s prideful that the sight of you like this is sacred, his and no one else’s.

a/n: i needed this 🥲 comments, reblogs, likes always appreciated! if there are any chubby/plus size gojo lovers reading this just know he’s imagining being between your thighs right now!! 💞

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dolliestfairy · 8 months

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Okay. The way you write him, I’m starting to fall for Horangi, I would let that man do anything to me, tease me to tears, play with me to hoarse screams, anything, I merely ask a crumb from this man

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Horangi, you learn, can be almost sadistic

You should have picked up on it sooner, from the way he holds himself at a distance, from his quieter nature and the tiny gestures that made the temptation of something forbidden murmur inside you

It’s the hand at the small of your back that presses a little too firm, the cut of his voice when you’ve made a mistake, the low tone he takes when he hands out praise

It sends you reeling, these tiny details hidden under the mask of him, secrets you want to find out, secrets that feel almost too dangerous to know

He reveals them slowly, with time, allows you to see them piece by piece

It’s the shower of praise and pet names that has you squirm under him in bed, the glint of his eyes as he watches your embarrassment avert your eyes

It’s the ‘No, not yet’ when you nearly reach your climax, forcing you to hold on just a little longer

It’s the ‘Stay.’ He issues after, with you flat on your stomach as he leaves and comes back with a warm cloth to clean you, his hand flat against the small of your spine

Fragments, pieces, bits of glass you try to mend together to reveal the picture of him

There’s a strange authority there that you think comes with his rank, and later learn is just him

You learn too late Horangi is addicted to control

Whether it’s having you exactly how he wants you, lowering you face down into the bed with your ass high in the air, voice muffled by pillows as his fingers squelch inside you and he tells you “Oh, I know, it feels too good. I’ve got you.”

Or when he corners you before deployment, cups your mound and asks if you’ve kept his cum in you like he asked you to

When you come to him after the mission is done, thighs clenching and asking please, please can he touch you, since he wants to do it himself

When he has you suck the remnants of your arousal off his fingers and calls you “Pretty.”

He spends his time dismantling you until you beg, reduced to tears, and even then the sweetness of him feel almost poisonous, tooth-rotting as he smears the wetness from your eyes.

“Don’t worry, baby, I’ve got you, you’re alright.”

To everyone but you he seems quiet, reserved, firm and authoritative to no end. His voice leaves little room for error, issues commands to be followed, even by you

Yet you can discern the miniscule indications of him, the way his fingers tap his weapon, the way his eyes, shielded by his shades, linger a little too long on your form, the way he presses closer to you on the plane in a way that seems to say mine

Yet at the same time he’ll find way to remind you it was him who had you whine at beg at his feet, him who had you tap out after half a dozen orgasms on his fingers alone, him who reduced you to wordless, needy whimpers with his voice alone

It takes effort to not hide your face when he pins you with that stare, as if his eyes alone can summon the memories of you in his bed crying out desperately for release, echoing his name

He seems to thrive off your bashfulness, your scandalization, smirks under his mask and lifts a finger to his clothed mouth to say “Shh. We’re the only ones who know.”

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