#+ eager to prove himself and please

[byfawn]

INSPECTED

౨ৎ — beware of dubcon, possessive behavior, pussy inspection, rough unprotected sex, fingering, degradation, implied cheating accusations, breeding, throat fucking, cunnilingus, and manhandling

the barracks were quiet, the usual hum of soldiers winding down for the night replaced by a thick tension. you’d been simon’s little secret for weeks now, his barracks bunny, always eager to please him whenever he crooked a finger in your direction. but tonight, his mood was different—dark, possessive, the kind that made your stomach twist with both fear and something hotter, something desperate.

“heard you’ve been spreading those pretty legs for anyone who asks,” he growled, his voice low, rough like gravel. his massive frame loomed over you, crowding you against the wall of his private quarters. the accusation hit you like a slap, your breath catching in your throat.

“w-what? no, sir, i—i wouldn’t—”

“shut it.” his hand clamped over your mouth, cutting off your protest. his eyes, sharp behind that mask, raked over you like he could see right through your clothes. “gonna inspect you myself. make sure you’re still mine.”

your pulse skyrocketed, thighs pressing together instinctively. but he didn’t give you a choice. one large hand gripped your waist, spinning you around to face the wall. his body pressed against your back, his cock already hard against your ass.

“spread ‘em,” he ordered, voice leaving no room for argument.

you whimpered but obeyed, shuffling your feet apart. his hand slid down your thigh, pushing your skirt up roughly. his fingers hooked into the waistband of your panties, yanking them down to your knees. the cold air hit your bare skin, making you shiver.

“fuck, look at you,” he muttered, his free hand spreading your cheeks apart. “gonna check every inch of this cunt. make sure no one else’s been here.”

his thumb dragged through your folds, slow and deliberate, spreading you open. you gasped, your hips jerking forward, but he held you still. “stay put,” he growled. “this is an inspection, sweetheart. not a fuck.”

his fingers slide through your folds, spreading you open. “fuck, look at you. puffy little cunt, all swollen up just from me lookin’ at it.” he rubs his thumb over your clit, just once, and you jerk. “sensitive, too.”

he chuckled darkly, rubbing his thumb over your clit again, just enough to make you whine. “dirty little thing,” he murmured. “already soaked. you like this, don’t you? being checked like some cheap whore.”

“n-no, i—ah!” your protest turned into a moan as two thick fingers pushed inside you without warning, stretching you open. he worked them deep, curling just right, and your knees nearly buckled.

“tight,” he noted, voice rough. “but that doesn’t prove shit.” his fingers fucked into you, rough and relentless, the sound obscenely wet. “gotta check deeper.”

you were panting now, your hips rocking back against his hand, chasing the pleasure despite yourself. he added a third finger, stretching you impossibly wider, and you cried out, your nails scraping the wall.

“fuck, sir—please—”

“please what?” he leaned in, his breath hot against your ear. “tell me what you want, bunny.”

“i—i need—ah!” his thumb pressed hard on your clit, rubbing circles just shy of painful, and your vision whited out. your orgasm crashed over you, your cunt clenching around his fingers as you came with a broken sob.

he didn’t stop. his fingers kept pumping into you, dragging your pleasure out until you were shaking, oversensitive. only then did he pull his hand away, bringing his glistening fingers to his mouth. he licked them clean, eyes locked on yours.

“taste like mine,” he rumbled. “but i’m not done.”

before you could process his words, he was spinning you around, forcing you onto your knees. his belt clinked as he undid it, his cock springing free, thick and flushed. “open,” he ordered.

you obeyed, your mouth falling open, and he shoved himself between your lips without hesitation. you gagged, tears pricking your eyes as he fucked your throat, his grip tight in your hair.

“gonna check this too,” he grunted. “make sure no one else’s been here either.”

you choked around him, drool dripping down your chin, but he didn’t let up. his hips snapped forward, forcing himself deeper, until your nose pressed against his pelvis.

when he finally pulled back, you gasped for air, your lips swollen, your face wet. he tilted your chin up, his thumb smearing spit across your bottom lip. “good girl,” he murmured. “still mine.”

then he was hauling you up, tossing you onto the cot. his hands ripped your clothes away, leaving you bare beneath him. his mouth was on your cunt before you could blink, his tongue lapping at your folds like he was starving.

you writhed, your back arching, but he pinned your hips down, his tongue fucking into you with brutal precision. he sucked your clit into his mouth, biting just enough to make you scream.

“simon—fuck, i can’t—i can’t—”

“come again,” he ordered, his voice vibrating against your skin. “prove you’re mine.”

you shattered, your body convulsing as another orgasm tore through you. he didn’t stop until you were limp, your thighs trembling around his head.

only then did he rise, unbuckling the rest of his gear. his cock was dripping, his need obvious. he dragged you to the edge of the cot, flipping you onto your stomach. one hand pressed between your shoulder blades, holding you down as he lined himself up.

“gonna inspect this cunt thoroughly now,” he growled.

then he was inside you, splitting you open in one brutal thrust. you screamed, your nails clawing at the sheets as he bottomed out, his hips flush against your ass.

“fuck,” he hissed. “so fucking tight. still just for me.”

he didn’t give you time to adjust. his hands gripped your hips, yanking you back onto his cock with every thrust. the cot creaked beneath you, the sound drowned out by your moans, his grunts.

“mine,” he snarled, his pace relentless. “this pussy’s mine. say it.”

“y-yours!” you sobbed. “only yours, sir—fuck!”

he slammed into you harder, his fingers digging bruises into your skin. you could feel him everywhere, his cock stretching you impossibly full, his breath hot on your neck.

“gonna fill you up,” he promised, his voice ragged. “mark you from the inside. let everyone know who you belong to.”

the words sent a fresh wave of heat through you, your cunt clenching around him. he groaned, his thrusts turning erratic.

“come for me, bunny,” he ordered. “one more time.”

you did, your body obeying him instantly. your orgasm hit you like a freight train, your walls fluttering around him, milking his cock. with a final, brutal thrust, he followed, his cum flooding your cunt, his growl muffled against your shoulder.

he stayed inside you for a long moment, both of you panting, before he finally pulled out. his cum dripped from your used cunt, and he dragged his fingers through it, smearing it over your thighs.

“good girl,” he murmured, pressing a rough kiss to your spine. “passed inspection.”

[strawberry-roro]

would anyone like to hear about. my sci fi vocaloid au handmade heaven...... theres lore behind why vy2v2 gets claws and is 7ft tall while vy2v3 and such dont and i also wanna give all of them diff roles/jobs in the organization theyre in (the covenant) :3x

[with-my-calamitous-love]

your arms are reaching / your eager heart is throbbing

k. bakugou, s. todoroki, i. midoriya x f! reader

how he reacts after learning his pretty girl struggles to get orgasms ꕥ smut 18+, timeskip characters, please read responsibly.

for the girls (like yours truly) who unfortunately struggle with this. don’t worry! communication! you deserve to cum!!!

song: couldn’t make it any harder

katsuki bakugou

- as everyone already knows, he will take any sort of test or opposition and stomp it into the ground. he’s the best, the greatest. not only is this another chance to prove how infuriatingly talented it is, but a chance to get you screaming his name and aching for him.

- the very first time he goes down on you, he’s so cocky and sure he’ll make you feel amazing. he lifts his head from your thighs and finds your face hasn’t moved an inch. “you gonna cum?” “uhm… no.” “WHAT!?”

- once you explain it to him, he’s seeing it as a challenge

- he finds communication so sexy. though 90% of the time he seems like a jackass who never listens, he’s far more perceptive than anyone could imagine. he learns not only your words but your body, the signs that you’re enjoying it or when you’re loosening up to him. as much as it is a fun challenge for him, his determination proliferates once he sees the frustrated tears boil over in your eyes.

- “calm down, babe. i’ve got you.”

he’s laying behind you, sideways on the bed while one strong arm lifts your leg up. his cock slowly pistons in and out of your pussy at a tortuous pace, his free hand rubbing circles on your clit while he has you feeling every inch of him. he’s fingered you for close to an hour before finally deciding you were wet enough to take him, all of him.

“hows this?” his voice is gruff in your ear. you know, by the scratch in his throat, that holding back is killing him. that if it were up to him, he’s have your face in the pillows wrecking your insides. but this isn’t about him. its about you, making your brain melt and toes curl from pleasure.

theres a hot coil in your stomach, about to snap at any moment. your nails dig into the sheets, clinging to anything, knowing that it could be his back you’re scratching up. you want to tell him to let go, to start fucking you rough and passionate the way he has always been, but you also know that this is the longest and most potent pleasure session you’ve had in a long time. you feel yourself gushing around his cock, sucking him in greedily. you’re buzzing, body warm with satisfaction but a lingering need to feel him ravage you.

“you can go faster.” you grit your teeth, looking back at him over shoulder. he shifts to move on top of you, placing a kiss to your cheek and forehead before reinserting himself with little resistance. your legs wrap around his legs like a magnet, whatever was left of them not reduced to jelly.

“you sure?” red eyes glint with a flicker of momentary doubt. he knows you feel good, but he’s determined to make you feel amazing. “tell me what you like, baby.”

he begins moving his hips again, faster this time, and your back arcs like the london bridge.

“like that!” you’re quick to savour it, and he fucking smirks. he feels you cumming around him, an sweet, blissful orgasm tearing through you like a bullet through paper. but he doesn’t stop, fucking you through it and promising 3 mode.

“whatever you want, baby.”

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shouto todoroki

- maybe its because he knows a thing or two about the absence of love and genuineness in places it should exist, but he tends to know when you lie. especially if its to protect his feelings in the form of forced moans or highs.

- he’s only began fingering you, noticing that your moans are off, and he’ll immediately withdraw. he’ll blink, confused, before returning to his normal, blunt self: “you don’t like it, darling?”

- he’ll stare, gears turning in his head while you ramble to come up with an answer. he’s difficult to lie to, seeing the way he tilts his head like a god damn puppy when he knows something is amiss.

- after you finally tell him, he’s silent for a few moments right before: “well, why didn’t you say so?”

- “i didn’t want to be difficult.”

- “it’s difficult to not love you.”

shouto has stamina, thats a no brainer. he’s been trained since day 1 to endure most things. so staying on his knees, head buried between your thighs isn’t exactly hard for him.

one of your legs stays hooked over his shoulder while the other is pinned down by his hand. you can’t remember the last time he’s actually lifted his head to breathe. he’d find a new way to take in oxygen if it meant keeping you pink and needy for him, the way he has you know.

his tongue moves in a messy pattern, swirling around and in between your slit before his lips move up to that delicate bundle of nerves, wrapping around the bud and sucking all the sweet nectar. his eyes are closed, a sort of meditation for him while you melt into the sheets.

“shouto!” his name comes out like a mantra. he wants to smile, to respond, but his lips are preoccupied with spelling out each japanese logographic character on your pussy.

so instead, he smiles mentally while moving his head up and down. you’ve never actually squirted before, but you were pretty confident this would be the day.

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izuku midoriya

- izuku possesses endless patience that extends with both his arms for you. he has only ever wanted to put a smile on your face, even if that smile is sometimes an o shape and eyes rolling back.

- he is incredibly understanding, not a trace of judgement in those green eyes. he’ll simply hold your hand, with all the respect and the world, and say: “let me help you, baby.”

- that gentleness is thrown at the window as he morphs into a complete demon, pounding into you with such force you’re sure you’ll break the bed.

“fuck! izuku! shit, uhm- you’re going so fast!” you blurt out, holding his back for stability. he’s bullying your pussy with his cock, reasoning that if he was going to make you cum, he’d do it right.

“i’ve got you, love.” he mutters into your ear, lip wrapping around your nipple while his squeezes your other tit. his pace doesn’t dare slow down, stars bursting behind your eyelids as every inch of him sends shivers of pleasure down your body. he somehow still manages to whisper the most tooth-rotting sweet nothings into your ear while he single handedly orchestrates that delicious skin slapping noise.

his pelvis rubbed against your already sensitive clit, your pussy glistening with sticky juices that he salivates just thinking about. if he wasn’t fucking you with his cock, it’d be with his mouth.

he cups your face with one hand, groaning as you squeeze even tighter. “you gonna cum, sweetheart?” unable to speak, you nod profusely. he fucks you through countless more through the rest of the night.

[lvl109]

you've started something of a mischievous habit.

caleb prides himself in being as useful to you as possible. reaching higher cabinets, opening tight lids, lifting heavy things around without breaking a sweat. and he expects little to nothing in return. just a smile and a puffed out chest with the words 'that's just what boyfriends do!' never failing to leave his lips when you thank him. so you begin to collect data.

kisses and hugs are more than okay. he's eager to receive as many as you're willing to give with flushed ears and sparkling eyes. sometimes it leads to a little more than planned—but when have you ever complained?

small gifts do vary. he will accept handmade ones the most, like bracelets and small charms for his bags and jackets, if you pout hard enough. snacks almost always work. anything expensive makes him kiss your cheek before gently probing you to return it, but not without stating how grateful he was for your love. he didn't need anything physical from you to prove how much you did.

'letting me help you is more than enough for me, okay? i'm supposed to be spending money on you, not the other way around.'

you can't even be mad at him. earnest and wide eyed and cute enough to eat. but what happened next isn't your fault. mostly, anyway.

a little game of sorts forms in the wake of his near refusal to accept anything from you. calling him ridiculous pet names when he does boyfriend-worthy things, ranging from cute—baby, sweetheart, lover—to gag-worthy—hot stuff, snuggle bug, and sergeant sexy—the last of which made him laugh so hard he almost cried.

you're glad he's getting a kick out of it. if finding random things to do for you just to see what awful nickname you come up with next makes him happy, then so be it. but you don't expect the next one to affect him so much.

the action was innocent. he'd noticed your laces were untied while the two of you were out shopping, dropping to his knees the same moment before you could even look down. it makes you smile, reaching down a bit to ruffle his hair a bit, and the way he leans into your touch reminds you of something.

"thank you, puppy," you tease with a laugh, running your hands through his hair before patting his head. you then look up, a snack stand catching your attention, but nearly trip over your boyfriend still rooted to the floor.

"shit, i'm so so—caleb?"

his head is lowered so you can't see his face, but you do see his ears. bright red. his shoulders are bunched up nervously as if he'd short circuited and forgotten how to stand up.

you call his name again, brows furrowed. had he hurt himself? you tentatively crouch down to his level and tilt his head upwards, only to be greeted with a flushed face and shifting eyes.

"do you really see me like that?" he murmurs, nerves radiating off of him in waves. it takes you a while to realize he's not actually upset despite the pout working around his words. "like a dog?"

ohhh. you just barely fight off a laugh and his eyes narrow in comical fashion.

"really? puppy is what got you? not even sergeant sexy?" caleb manages to turn even redder and you can't help your laugh this time, giggling as you cup his face in your hands. his cheeks are warm to the touch. cute.

"it's not a bad thing. you're very dependable and sweet and you look out for me. and you love attention." a kiss to his forehead, then his nose, then both cheeks. he emits a pleased sound, basking in the glow of your attention and immediately puckering out his lips for a kiss there. "seeeee?"

"whatever you say." caleb smiles, happy when he gets the kiss he asked for. "if being a dog lets me be closer to you for the rest of our lives then. i dunno. woof."

that gets another laugh from you, finally standing up as he follows suit. "good boy."

caleb chokes.

[retiredteabag]

Hidden from sight

Synopsis: In a state of humiliation, you attempt to hide an injury from your master, Sukuna, this, of course, does not go to plan.

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Foolish.

That, you were sure, was what Lord Sukuna would call you when you returned to the estate.

He was a harsh, and strict man. He never liked for you to stray from his presence too long, and more than anything else, he was mean. He said what he wanted, and always meant it.

You had begged the king of curses to allow you a day amongst the townsfolk, a day to explore the gardens outside of Sukunas domain, a day to see and hear and feel the world you so rarely saw.

The king, of course, was not too keen on this. You were not a member of kitchen staff, or a concubine, or a groundskeeper either. Like many people on the compound, you were simply a servant to the king. Yet, your relationship was not one that could be compared to your peers.

Beloved to the king, perhaps being too strong of a word. You were special to him, however. He expected your attendance at his meals or downtime. One might think you were close, but the truth of the matter was:

You hardly knew the king.

And he barely spoke to you either.

You had come to the palace an adult, knowing little of the king's mannerisms. Meeting him on rare occasions proved a thrilling experience. He was unlike any man you had ever met.

One evening, your presence was needed in the bath chamber. You had been told to assist in the cleaning of your king. Nonplussed as you were, you pled your case. An uninformed and inexperienced launderer. You were in no position to touch the king, too dirty yourself to even wish for such a position.

Having been told to never deny the king of anything he demanded, you were certain the response would not be one of pleasure. You escaped that day unscathed, a mere,

"Then depart from my sight"

Uttered from him, eyes closed, hand shooing you away.

But time passed and with the phases of the moon, so too did your relationship with the king alter. Night after night you grew more and more certain the king was calling for you directly. You grew acquainted with the king, with his bloodthirsty antics, with his unforgiving nature, with his intolerance for rebellion.

You served him through it all.

Twas' your job.

A launderer.

A foot servant for your employer.

You were sure, he would not be forgiving if you returned to his estate in such disarray. Only having warned you to be mindful a mere two hours prior, you limped from the ache in the side of your pelvis.

Your feet shook on the uneven ground beneath you. You had only just left the village you so desired to see, basket in hand full of goods to bring to your fellow maids. Evening was falling and the memory of the king's warning flooded your mind.

As you had made the trek back, the sight of a deer in the woods had shocked you. Certain you were looking at a curse, you gasped, lunged for cover, and promptly tripped over a stone lining the path through the woods.

Too eager to protect the contents of your basket your hands had been too occupied to catch your weight. You were certain there were scratched on your knees, but the real pain came from just above your hip, where an ill-placed stone had bludgeoned your flesh.

Dark red sept through your kimono, it had never looked so much like your kings. But he would not be pleased. Of this you were sure.

Foolish.

Too easily frightened.

Weak.

You knew little of Lord Sukuna's vast abilities. One thing you knew for certain was that the king had the ability to feel the souls of those around him. He knew when someone was guilty when someone was excited and fearful. He could sense it as if he was feeling those things himself. For this reason, before drawing too close to the palace gates, you steadied your heart and mind, reaching for peace as to not alert Sukuna of your presence so soon.

You went first to the washhouse, and rid yourself of the filthy clothes. After which, you were at once able to see the depth of your injuries. It had hurt, your way back to the palace, but after seeing them for what they were, you had to fight to keep the spike of panic from rising. How could you hide this? Hide it from him?

You wash your kimono of the coppery smell, disposing of it behind a pile of extra wash bins. You occupy your hands by dabbing at the open wound, wrapping yourself in a linen cloth, and dressing in one of the extra cleaning uniforms.

You were so caught up in walking in a straight line back to the estate, you almost forgot your gifts and whine out at the thought of making the trip back to the wash house. But you steel yourself and do it.

By the time you make it to the kitchens, it is far later than you intended. You simply drop the basket off on a staff table, wobbling to your chambers.

All you want is to sleep, to hide yourself from all the noises of the estate night shift, but the throbbing pain in your side is intense, and worse, you've bled through both your linen bandage as well as a laundry uniform. Even so, you are too tired to come up with a way to right this, you decide, that will be the job of tomorrow y/n.

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Of course, when you arise the next morning, unable to sit up, you regret your choices of the night prior. Unintentionally a wail escapes your lips, the pain is so deep, so unchanging that you want to cry. You feel the humiliation once again from yesterday, what would Sukuna say if he knew of this? Would he remove you from the estate? Or would he simply look at you with disgust? Would he ever speak to you again?

Something you were sure of, at least, was that there was no way you would be able to work, bent over a wash basin, in the condition you are in. Knowing that, you were concerned with how long you could hide away in your chambers before someone came to get you.

Several maids had already come to speak through your door, asking about your trip, the basket of goodies you left in the kitchen, and eventually, in concerned tones, if you were alright.

You reassured them in a comforting voice that you were quite well but exhausted from your journey and would likely retire before dinner was served.

You had never been up however, still, the other launderers did not question your words, sure you just needed a nights more rest. There was, however, a person in the estate you could never evade, and contrary to popular belief, it was not Lord Sukuna. He certainly did not care enough for you to need to hide yourself from him, however, his loyal servant and chef, Uraume, always had everything in order and was aware of all the "goings on" that occurred within the estate walls.

Only a few minutes after the communal dinner bell was rung did Uraume arrive at your chambers, requesting your presence. Unfortunately, they were not so easy to dissuade. I have no appetite did not work, I long for rest, did not work, I tire from my journey, did not work. None of it worked. They were determined, if nothing else, to see you. There was nothing to be done.

In a grand effort, you slid from your bed to the floor, a dull moan muffled by the mattress as you strained your legs to rise but it was a tireless endeavor. Wincing, you shuddered to the door, opened it a crack to meet th Uraume's stern eyes.

"You are unwell." They announced.

You knew you could not lie, not directly. Still, you attempted to fib your way around it, claiming your menstrual cycle was nearing, but it did not work, claiming you had eaten something foul in the village, they merely squinted at you, you were blundering, grasping for straws. In your desperation, you did not notice Uraume's foot slip out to the threshold, slowly pressing your door ajar.

You had been resting your weight said door, and yelped at the pressure. The chef raised an eyebrow and pressed on more firmly. You called out their name and stumbled to the floor.

"You've been attacked?" They question but the pain is so intense you can simply shake your head, in a show of patience you rarely see from Uraume, they brush the hair from your face.

You knew they could use reversed curse technique on themself, but the management of this injury was something that would likely take time.

In the moments it took Uraume to lift you to your bed, and start to clean your wound they had you recount the story, in between each sentence you begged them to keep this from the king. Do not say a word, I beg, followed by, I pray you wouldn't speak of this, ending your story with Lord Sukuna mustn't know.

Even with all the begging, they never once promised you a thing. Pressing your gouged pelvis more firmly still, they wiped your eyes of tears. And when you finally met their gaze, their look seemed to whisper, do not be stupid. You could only hope.

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Your hope had been stupid.

You knew it had been last night when Uraume had bandaged you up, you knew it had been when you fought to dress yourself this morning, you knew it had been when you trudged to the wash house, you knew it had been when you began to set up a bin full of sudsy water and even now, bent painfully over, scrubbing away at towels, you knew of your fate.

You had been invited to dine with the king. Once dismissing yourself for not being worthy to wash your king's body had been shockingly, acceptable at one time. But you knew you could not skirt this. You could not deny your presence to him twice.

And in his presence, you knew you could not hide. Uraume had been the one to collect you before the evening meal, washing you, clothing you, and redressing your wound. You walked with intention now, three steps behind the personal chef to the king. You found, however, that you would not be having dinner in one of the many dining rooms, but rather, in the kings chambers.

In an attempt to plead once more, you made to grab Uraumes robe, they simply gave you a look of greatest disdain, opened the door to Sukunas chambers, and bowed.

You could not meet his eyes, you could feel them as they traced over you. Despite the fiery pain, you fell to your knees. You did not speak, Uraume left, and you stayed glued to the floor.

"I hold no affection for those who hide from me."

You could do nothing but nod in your place on the floor. "Yes, my king."

"You know this."

"Yes, my king." You nod again,

"And yet-" You can hear his voice ever louder, he has gotten up from his place on the bed, coming to you, his steps echoing in your ears. "You evade me like an elusive snake." He paces around you steadily. "You hide yourself from my presence, and you beg" He spits it out, vehement, "beg- Uraume to keep your condition from me."

He has stalked behind you now, and begins to creep ever closer to your side, bending to your position to whisper in your ear,

"Did you believe I could not find you, did you think, even for a moment, you could fool me?" You cannot read his tone, nor his face, too ashamed to look.

He stretches back to his full height. "You have always been the one who's appearance I delight most in. Yet, now, you only appear at my demand. Must I demand you to speak as well in order for you to tell me why you have shamed me so?"

Shaking your head quickly, you heave, "I-I'm sorry! I'm sorry, I did not want to- to show you-" You began but Sukuna cuts you off, whirling around,

"That much is very clear. Tell me why without the blabbering nonsense. I wish not to hear apologies fall from your lips now."

You murmur once more, ashamed, but speak up, "I am such a fool." You look up, resigning yourself, you want to see his face, "I wished not for you to see me as such. I am a weak and poor worker. Please, know, I did not mean to shame you."

Sukuna does not respond. Silently making his way to your form, "You cannot even stand on your own. Do you intend to lay there all night, or do you expect aid to be granted to you?"

He sounds genuinely curious, you are unsure of what to say, you had no plan. Your head falls to your lap but in a sudden movement, Sukuna is before you, one arm stretched out to catch your crestfallen face, "Look at me." He speaks gentler than you have ever heard.

With one hand on your jaw, and another cupping the back of your head he huffs air from his nose. "You are a fool."

You cannot look away from him, but all you want now is to hide your face.

"So very foolish." He speaks clearly, "To hide from me, to work in such a condition." Before his words even hit you, you are struck but the grasping of your waist by his other two hands. His eyes remain open but within a moment all your pain is gone. An unintentional noise escapes you at the immediate relief you are brought.

It cannot be said whether the shock of Sukunas RCT or the grasp he had on you caused you to fall limply into his grasp but you have no time to prepare before he is lifting you tenderly into his arms. An unseen sparkle in his eyes. He carries you the few feet to his bed before he lays you across his lap.

"Your condition is not ideal. You shall not work. You are to stay with me" He is petting your hair rather oddly, as if you are a wounded animal he has found.

Attempting to rise you start, "I feel- I- I must extend my gratitude-"

But he is placing a hand on your stomach to keep you down, "You will extend your gratitude by never hiding from me again."

There is no room for argument. You nod up at him. He has one arm still under your knees, another on your waist, and a third stroking your cheek.

"I will never allow you pain again." He murmurs. "Never again." His palm is large enough to cover your face wholly. "I shall keep you within my sight henceforth."

And it is at this moment that you wonder if, perhaps, you are closer to the king than you had originally thought. If you, by chance, meant something to him? If he had been worried for you. But in your dazed state within your king's arms, you smile to yourself, thinking tiredly of how kindly and merciful he had always been to you.

What you did not yet know, was that it was he that was a fool for you.

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[tokoyamisstuff]

Random thought how good do you think each invincible variant would be at eating 😺 is there any of them who would be an actual munch

18+ explicit content

Sis, don't- it's not worth it...

Other variants under the cut!

Omnivincible is more skilled than most of them. I just feel like he's got a mature approach and wouldn't just mindlessly delve in like some horny teenager.

He'd take his sweet time, enjoying himself without necessarily wanting something in return. In general he takes great pride in causing you pleasure. Is also pretty creative. After all his strenght allows him to eat you out in positions you didn't even know were possible.

Thought you can only come once at a time? He'll prove you otherwise.

Movincihawk constantly brags about his 'superior technique' but at the bottom line he's not all that good at it, sorry.

It's not like he isn't skilled, but he's pretty selfish and impatient. Any kind of foreplay is not a priority for him in general, he likes to go straight to the point.

Fucks pretty well to make up for it though.

Sinister Mark acts like he's doing you a favor, but with how eager he buries himself between your legs it's evident to say he enjoys this as much - if not even more than - you.

This man pins your thighs apart and eats you out like a man starving. Your taste drives him fucking crazy, so yes it could happen that he bites down harder than he intended to.

Likes to eat you out on your period. No I will not elaborate.

Striped/Target Invincible is super vocal during the whole thing. His grunts and groans vibrate against your folds, he doesn't even notice the effect you have on him.

Hope you're ready for the whole range of dirty talk, mostly degrading but occasionally throwing in words of acknowledgement. Tells you how this is your place - beneath him, completely at his mercy.

Uses his fingers better than his tongue, but is fairly good at both. The combination will send you straight to heaven.

No Goggles Invincible is probably the biggest tease on the entire planet.

This man will push you to your absolute limits, reducing you to a whining, moaning, begging puddle of lust. But he's got no mercy, prolonging your sweet torture for as long as he can - you're only allowed to cum if he says you're done.

With him the thin line between pain and pleasure is blurred into a mixture of pure overstimulation, but goddamn it's worth it.

Viltrumite Mark isn't familiar with earth's customs of intimacy. In their culture, canonically, they solely have sex for procreation. Though we never saw Debbie complaining about Nolan either, so I'm confident he can learn.

Gets the hang of it pretty fast, and quickly grows insateable with this new form of closeness he never got to experience before. He's an absolute mess, almost breaking the bedframe as he pathetically humps the mattress, wanting more more more of you.

Needs lots of cuddles and to be told he did a good job afterwards, pretty please.

Prisoner Mark was in solitary confinement for over a year - prepare to be destroyed. R.I.P.

He'll dive in between your legs and won't leave this place until he's got his fill of you, which could take him a while so get cozy.

Not an inch of your body is left untouched, as if he intents to memorize every detail, just in case you'd slip from his grasp once again.

Be prepared to cum until your body gives up. Man's got to make up for the time he spent away from you.

Unmasked Mark is very gentle, almost cautious in his efforts as if you were a fragile flower one needed to properly care for or it'd wither. He still can't fully believe you're here with him, so he's extra anxious about doing something wrong.

You'll slowly and sensually be guided towards your orgasm, his eyes never leaving yours as he reverently observes your every reaction.

Expect some premium aftercare!

Fully Masked Invincible knows you inside and out, has memorized all the weak spots that make you sing for him. He is completely and utterly devoted to your pleasure, maybe even a little too eager in his efforts since he tends to forget himself in the process.

To him your body is a temple meant for worship, so you'd relentlessly get showered in praise and compliments while he explores your body.

Will initiate at every given opportunity, but never pushes it. He just wants to make you happy, really!

[sweetiecutie]

More ex bf!König headcanons bc I love my men pathetic

Ex boyfriend! König who is definitely over you. That’s what he tells himself and his friends, sipping on his beer and pressing his new girl closer to his side. No one says anything but they all share a knowing look - all of his new girls resemble you somehow: their general appearance or some exact features like shape of her lips or eyes, their behaviour or how they handle themselves. But needless to say that none of those ‘relationships’ lasted longer than a few months.

Ex boyfriend! König whom you meet at one of your shared friend’s party, his sharp eyes detecting you the moment you step into the room, his throat growing dry as he watched your every move intently. You seemed relaxed - too normal, not mourning the loss of your relationship as much as he did, seemed like you didn’t spend sleepless nights thinking about him.

Ex boyfriend! König who after a few drinks has you cornered in small bathroom, on his knees with his face pressed against your thigh, begging for you to take him back. “Please, I need you so much, my life doesn’t have any sense without you. I’ll be better, please baby, I love you so much”. Your heart clenched at the sight before you - always arrogant and complacent he’s now kneeling at your feet, fat tears running down his reddened cheeks as he scatters small kisses all over your knees.

Not so ex boyfriend! König who is too eager to take you to his place once you mumble out small “Okay, fine. But this one is the last chance you get” to prove to you just how good of a boyfriend he may be for you.

Boyfriend! König who eats you out like man starved, your slick smeared all over his chin and cheeks, tongue buried deep inside of your cunny as his ears strain to not miss a single little sound you make, familiar taste of you clouding up his mind and turning König into a perfect whore for you. He spends the rest of the night fucking you oh so good, rubbing and licking all your soft spots - ones he knows by heart, until you cry and beg for him to give you a little breather. But he just can’t - not when you’re finally back, laying all spread out on his bed, hands tangled in his bedsheets, your trembling legs wrapped around his waist.

Those months spent without you were the worst in his entire life and now that König has you back he’s not letting go of you never again.

[mariasont]

What if the team has slowly been finding out that Spencer has a girlfriend, so one day while on a case they basically play 20 questions trying to figure her out. However, Spencer is struggling to answer because he’s dating reader and she works with the BAU. (sorry if that isn’t broad enough, I just wanted more of the secret relationship trope)

Dimple Deductions - S.R

summary: when morgan & jj notice spencer reid acting suspiciously happy, they do what they do best — profile him. unfortunately, spencer's biggest tell is your dimples pairings: spencer reid x fem!reader warnings: fluff, secret relationship, reader has dimples, morgan & jj being shit stirrers wc: 1.4k

Watching Spencer read feels vaguely inappropriate. His fingers ghost over the page before settling, skimming the text like he's absorbing it through sheer proximity. His lips part, just slightly, like he's tasting the words, rolling it over his tongue before swallowing it down, taking it apart, making it his. The cabin light catches in his hair, making his curls glow like some kind of bookish deity.

It's distracting, the way his throat bobs when he swallows, the unconscious flick of his lashes as his mind devours information faster than you can process a single thought.

He's mesmerizing in a way that feels almost unjust, a spectacle of intellect wrapped in a body far too beautiful for reason.

You don't even realize you're staring until he speaks.

"I will pay you to stop talking."

It's not aimed at you, Morgan and JJ are doing what they do best, picking apart his every move, but the sound of his voice breaks through you like a snapped thread, severing whatever trance you'd fallen into.

Morgan whistles, all amusement. "Now, why would you be so eager to change the subject, pretty boy?"

Spencer finally looks up, dragging his gaze upward with the slow resignation of a man who knows resistance is futile. He sighs, shaking his head.

"Because I value my peace?"

JJ grins, practically giddy now. "Too bad. We don't."

Your magazine is just a forgotten accessory now, lying stiff and ignored on your lap. Pulling your eyes from Spencer feels unnatural, but somehow, you manage.

You turn at last to JJ and Morgan, who are, without question, enjoying this way too much.

"What exactly are you guys talking about?" you ask, flipping the magazine with indifference, as if that somehow proves you'd been deeply invested in its pages and not making heart-eyes at Spencer.

JJ's eyes gleam with unfiltered delight. "Oh, just that Spencer here has been acting different lately."

"Suspiciously different," Morgan corrects, side-eyeing Spencer. "Relaxed. Preoccupied. Dare I say... a little too happy?"

"So, let me get this straight, you're bullying him for being in a good mood?" You cross your arms, biting your lip to keep from laughing, while Spencer looked genuinely offended.

Morgan stretches his arms behind his head, looking quite pleased with himself. "We're observing."

Spencer, who returns his gaze to his book, doesn't even flinch. "It's harassment."

"Wait. Wait." JJ points at Spencer, squinting. "Are you seeing someone?"

You tell yourself to be cool. Unbothered. Just another face in the crowd, a neutral bystander in this totally-not-terrifying conversation. You even try to breathe like you're not on high alert, but your body immediately mutinies, shoulders locking up, throat tightening, nerves snapping taut like piano wire. 

A single stupid, microscopic flinch that must, on some subconscious profiler level, set off JJ's internal alarm bells. Because she looks at you.

It's quick, so quick you almost miss it, but you feel it like a pinprick of static against your skin. A flick of her eyes, a fleeting brush of attention, there and then gone. 

Just as swiftly, she's back on Spencer.

Across from you, Spencer freezes for half a second. It's subtle enough that if you weren't staring at him, directly, shamelessly, obsessively, you might have missed it entirely.

Instead, you watch as he carefully schools his expression, turns a page, as if it matters, as if you couldn't see the calculations running in that big, brilliant brain, trying to find the most efficient escape route. 

And then, with a levelness that would be impressive if it weren't so obviously practiced, he finally says, "I don't see how that's relevant."

Morgan's smile is positively wolfish. The kind of smile that spells out, he smells blood in the water. "Oh, so that's a yes."

You watch Spencer. Closely. Nothing. Just that calm, emotionally bankrupt expression as he lifts his gaze, eyes so flat, so opaque, they may as well be made of glass.

"That's an assumption."

But Morgan isn't buying it. And then, he leans in. Hands clasped. You already know where this is going.

"Alright. First question. Is she blonde?"

"I am not doing this," Spencer says flatly.

"So... not blonde."

JJ taps her fingers against the table. "Brunette, then?"

Spencer exhales through his nose, all restrained patience, all carefully manufactured impassiveness. If you didn't know better, you'd think he still wasn't affected by the topic of conversation.

But you do know better.

He does this thing, barely a tell, not noticeable to an unloved eye, where his jaw tenses just slightly, the muscle feathering like a tremor beneath his skin. It's the same thing he does when you're being particularly difficult, when you're testing him, teasing him, saying something so unserious that he refuses to dignify it with anything more than this.

"This is ridiculous."

"You being weird about it is way more suspicious than just answering." Morgan shrugs.

Spencer clamps his mouth shut so hard, it's a miracle his teeth don't crack.

"Freckles?"

Spencer just presses two fingers to his temple like the headache they are causing him has officially become chronic. "This is — as I have said — harassment."

Morgan smirks. "Dimples?"

It stops Spencer mid-motion, like a misfire.

His fingers twitch, pull away from his temple, then hesitate midair, caught between freezing and fixing whatever just broke his expression. His mouth presses into a firm, flat line, but not before he falters, just once, lips parting like a reflexive inhale of shock he didn't mean to take.

JJ practically convulses, hands flying to her mouth as she gasps. "Oh my god, she has dimples!"

"See that? That was a pause, man. You're cooked."

Spencer snaps his book shut, the sound sharp, final, entirely too loud. 

His gaze cuts to you, like maybe he's checking to see if you're as deeply mortified as he is, and then he's back on Morgan and JJ.

"Even if, she hypothetically — had dimples, that means absolutely nothing," he starts, too fast, too precise, like he's clinging to logic as a life raft. "Dimples are present in roughly 20-30% of the population. That is millions of people. Trying to deduce someone's identity from that alone is not only statistically absurd, but frankly, beneath you."

Morgan and JJ exchange a look, one of those wordless, holy shit did he just say that? looks.

"So there is someone's identity to deduce?" 

A pause. A smirk.

"And she has dimples?"

They had kept going. Of course they had. 

More questions, each one shot off like a bullet with no time to dodge. What's her favorite colors? Does she drink coffee or tea? Dogs or cats? Landmine. Landmine. Landmine.

What does she do for work?

That last one had been dangerously close to blowing your cover.

Spencer had paused. Just long enough for you to panic. Long enough for your reflexes to kick in (literally), and you'd kicked him, hard enough in the shin under the table to snap him out of it. He'd blinked once, then shrugged, as casual as ever. 

Something intellectually stimulating, he'd said.

Which was, technically, not a lie. 

And Morgan and JJ had finally, finally let up after a while, though not before making sure Spencer left with at least three lingering smirks, two unsubtle eyebrow raises, and one last dig at his mysteriously happy mood.

It had been exhausting, but that was a tomorrow problem, because now you were home. 

Spencer's couch was too big for him but just right for you, and at some point, you had stopped being separate from him altogether, folded yourself into every available space he had left vacant, legs draped over his, arms wrapped loosely around his waist, cheeks smushed against his chest. 

It wasn't cuddling so much as absorbing him, your entire body molding to his like a particularly determined barnacle.

"You really almost sold us out there," you murmur, basically burrowed into his sweater. Your face is half-hidden, mostly because you are simply too tired to function, but also because he deserves to be shamed for this.

"The dimples, Spencer? Really?"

Spencer sighs, his chest rising and falling beneath you, fingers brushing over your spine. "I can’t help it. I really like your dimples."

You squint up at him. "Yeah, I noticed."

Spencer's lips twitch, just the faintest pull at the corners, like he's not entirely willing to let it happen. "They're cute."

His thumb presses into the hollow of your cheek, just barely, just enough to test it. Like he's confirming that, yes, it's real, it exists, and it belongs to him now.

Before you can roll your eyes and tell him to stop being ridiculous, he leans in.

And kisses it.

Like he's stamping his approval.

You let out a slow, lazy sigh as he pulls back, stretching out against him. "You really need to work on your poker face."

Spencer hums. "You think so?"

"I know so," you tease, shifting just enough to get a good look at him. "I mean, if I had been interrogated like that, I wouldn't have cracked."

His brows lift. "Oh really?"

"Not even a little."

You should have seen it coming, the way his fingers tighten at your waist, the way something sharp and knowing flickers behind those honey-brown eyes, but you don't.

Not until you're flat on your back with the couch swallowing you whole and Spencer braced over you, grinning in pure satisfaction.

"Oh?" His voice is smooth, as he leans in just a little closer, close enough that the warmth of his breath kisses your skin. “So if I decided to test that theory — ask you a few things — you wouldn’t crack?”

Your stomach flips.

"...That's not what I meant."

Spencer's laughter is soft but wicked, full of certainty, full of amusement at your expense. His fingers trace absentminded shapes against your hip, a contrast to the sharp intent in his voice.

"Mm. Too bad." His voice dips lower. "Because I already know you would."

Your part your lips to argue, but no sound comes out.

"See?" he murmurs, brushing his lips over your jaw. "Cracking already."

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[stargrltara]

𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒂

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MDNI 18+

“ 𝒹𝓇𝓊𝑔𝓈 𝓈𝓊𝒸𝓀 𝒾𝓉 𝒾𝓉 𝓊𝓅,

𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝓋𝒶𝓃𝒾𝓁𝓁𝒶 𝒾𝒸𝓎𝓈

𝒹𝑜𝓃’𝓉 𝓉𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓉 𝓂𝑒 𝓇𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽,

𝓉𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓉 𝓂𝑒 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓁𝓁𝓎 𝓃𝒾𝒸𝑒𝓎𝓈

𝒹𝑒𝒸𝑜𝓇𝒶𝓉𝑒 𝓂𝓎 𝓃𝑒𝒸𝓀,

𝒹𝒾𝒶𝓂𝒶𝓃𝓉𝑒𝓈 𝒾𝒸𝑒𝓈 ,,

·.✦.·

Jason was typically a rough man. He’s 6 foot, broad shoulders and the most sluttiest waist, massive biceps that he loves to wrap around your neck. He was dominant, obsessive, mean even. He marks you up, claims you as his. He uses his hard-earned money to buy you pretty jewels and diamonds that he wraps around your neck and wrists. He loves to please you.

So when you pleaded to ride him, to please him, to make him sit back while you’d ride his dick and watch him take it.. he just dismissed you with a harsh scoff.

“—you’d be beggin’ me to take charge after 3 minutes, doll.” his tone was gruff as he undermined your strength and abilities. Sure, Jason was massive compared to you, he even does little tasks like reach for the top shelf or carry heavy groceries for you, but only because he’s so persistent in being your knight in shining armour.

“You’re too cocky.” you muttered and shifted in your seat on the bed; pouting your glossy lips in annoyance whilst he glared up at you from the book he was reading. His emerald eyes narrowed, irises glistening from the city lights shining a vibrant hue into his sharp features. “Watch it.”

Your pout grew, and your arms crossed over your chest. You were so eager to prove him wrong, to prove that you could ride him without your thighs cramping 2 minutes in. So, you grabbed his book from his hands, throwing it to the carpet-clad ground, earning a short stammer from him. “what—“

“I was reading that.” You dismissed his low mutter and climbed onto his lap, his legs already spread with a playful smirk on your lips. His hands immediately flew down to your hips, gripping them firmly. “Ah. I see.” he nodded, a smirk now forming on his lips too, but he was still skeptical, a hint of doubt in your ability to be on top. “Roles reversed, tough guy.” you raised a brow achingly, and leaned into his neck.

The warmth of your breath fanned his skin, driving chills down his body and straight to his cock. His fingertips dug into your skin, trying to restrain himself from pouncing onto you. You planted soft, deliberate kisses on his neck, his throat, and licked a stripe to his ear.

Sudden adrenaline rushing through your veins, burning your loins as you whisper into his ear. “—gonna make you feel so good, honey.” you chuckled softly before placing another kiss on his earlobe and moving your hands up to cup his face, his cheeks slightly warm. “Careful.” He grunts, his voice tight and strained as he looks up at you, his eyes practically burning into yours.

“..could end your little game whenever I want.” You hum in response, bringing your head up to glare at him. Your hands slide up to your waist, where his palms hold you down securely, and you remove them, pinning his arms on either side of his head with a bold, mischievous grin on your lips. “But you won’t.”

His lips part at your sudden confidence, your bold demeanour you move his hands from your body now restraining him completely. But he’s also curious to see where this goes, to see how far you can push yourself before he has to step in and take control..

You grind your hips on his lower abdomen and your breath hitches when you begin to feel his length harden beneath you. The sensation of you grinding against his makes him lightly buck his hips in response, but he manages to keep himself mostly in control, at least for now. His brows furrowed, he looks almost pissed off at both you and himself that he’s just allowing you to take control like this, falling into your trap.

Your fingers wrap around his wrists as you grind down harder on him, innocent eyes now filled with an intoxicated ember. Your head leans down, kissing his collarbones, tracing the bone with your tongue earning a sharp groan to erupt from his throat. “You— you’re a goddam tease..”

You chuckle softly, lifting your head to glare at his state, trying to hide how much you’re pleasuring him right now, trying to hide his vulnerability. “..gonna have you whimperin’ , Jay.” You warn slyly while you reach for the hem of his shirt, pulling it up and off of him with ease.

Your fingertips trace his toned abs, each crevice and dip. Each time you come in contact with his skin, a jolt runs through his veins; hunger and lust. He murmurs lowly, “We’ll see about that.” but there’s a hint of doubt that he’ll be able to hold it in.

You lay sweet open mouth kisses from his chest down to his stomach, his happy trail which you adored and then the waistband of his sweatpants whilst he glares down at you in awe. You leisurely pull down his pants, taking your sweet time before taking your own shirt off. You hooked your digits into the waistband of his boxers, tugging them down just enough to reveal him fully, sliding it down his thighs. His cock sprang free, flushed and heavy, the sheer size intoxicating your mind, making a buzz corrupt your loins.

Your head leans down to lay a soft, delicate kiss on his mushroom tip, causing him to jerk his hips towards you. “Eager are we?” you purr lowly, scoffing at his impatience. Bringing his fingers up your back, fingertips brushing against your soft skin waving electricity down your spine as he unhooked your bra. He sucks in a short breathe, his chest heaving with anticipation, “mmgh— no.” his voice was strained, like he was biting back a moan.

You hold his shaft in your hands, stroking the girth while laying open mouthed kisses on the sides. Each kiss earning a shakey sigh from him. You spat down on his tip, watching the saliva rush down to his pelvis, seeping into his skin. The action making his head spin as he ached for more, ached for your tight cunt to squeeze him, to cage him in.

Your thumb ran across his tip, a shudder jolting in his legs. You smirked, a sly, taunting smirk. Your hair retreated, before you moved your fingertips across the waistband of your panties, peeling them off your skin whilst glaring into his hungry eyes, putting on a little show for him.

You crawled onto his lap, sucking in an easing breathe, “Gonna prove you so wrong..” you hummed before sinking down on his girth. You’re not gonna lie, he was massive. 8 inches, so wide with two veins running down the side, pulsating as your walls squeezed him in. His hands gripped onto your sides firmly, keeping you in place, “—Im gonna fuck your guts out when we’re done with this.” he scoffed smugly.

Your breath was shakey, this angle made him feel so deep inside of you. You were only a few inches in, but you could already feel yourself backing out, but it’s too late, you have to prove him wrong.

Your hands ran up his chest as you sunk down fully on his cock, and a guttural moan left his throat when he felt your pussy warming up so nice, his precum and your juices mixing inside of you. Your fingers were tangled in his hair as you found the strength to bounce lightly, not too fast, you didn’t want to tire yourself out too quick.

“—ah..” Jason breathed out, his grip on your hips tightening, almost bruising as it took everything in him not to just flip you over and fuck your guts so hard until you were screaming his name.

Your pace grew faster, and his sighs turned into primal groans. He found himself moving your hips, adjusting you to his desired speed as he moved you back and forward on his cock. His digits dipping into your skin, colouring them in painfully beautiful maroon marks. Your hands moved down to cup his face as you leaned in, a sloppy kiss on his parted lips.

He moaned into the kiss, the sensation forming a pool in your stomach, your cunt growing slicker. You pushed his head closer to yours as you deepened the kiss and he felt the need to push his tongue past your lips and explore your mouth. You sucked in his tongue so perfectly, before pulling away to catch air.

You were grinding down harder on him since you felt his cock twitch inside of you, knowing he was close. “Come on, baby.” you moaned, voice of an angel though the contrasting sounds of skin slapping and slick noises filled the void of the bedroom. His groans were now moans, lustful, raw, pornographic moans.

Your mixed juices were seeping down his cock, now pooling on his pelvis. The adrenaline hit you, and you didn’t even feel your thighs burning from bounces so hard onto his cock. Your walls fluttered around him so perfectly, deserving another moan from Jason’s lips; the sound so foreign yet so satisfying, “..fuck..”

He sat up, his face now in line with your bouncing tits and he took one into his mouth, with a grunt, lapping at the sensitive bud before taking it out with a ‘pop’ and repeating with the other. You gasped, eyes glued shut in pleasure.

The sounds grew filthier and slicker, and you were both close. He was whimpering, moaning into your ear as he was so aching for release, his thighs trembling, “..please baby, don’t stop—“, so eager to release himself inside of you. “So close, jay.. “ You wrapped your arms around his shoulders before grinding so hard onto him, gasping his name; you were seeing stars, literally. A loud moan escaped your lips, while he groaned gruffly and his head flew back. “oh— fuck..!”

His seed emptied inside of you, and your cum spilled out of your cunt mixing with his. You were both panting, but he looked a mess. Hair scruffy, emerald eyes hooded and breathing like an animal in heat. He grabbed the back of your head by your hair and shoved you into a filthy, sloppy kiss. It was passionate, and your saliva was leaking down his chin onto his chest.

He grunted as you pulled out of him, now resting on his lower abdomen, head nestled in his neck, laying light kisses on the skin. The other marks you left on his skin now showing up more prominently. “—let’s go again.” you muttered lowly, hint of humour in your voice.

His voice was strained, still panting roughly; he was completely worn out as you milked him dry. “Uhh..” His hands drew circles on your ribcage. Clearly defeated by the way you just rid him like there was no tomorrow.

“Give me a few minutes to.. recharge.”

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[rezitio]

⊹ | 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐔𝐑𝐀 𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐒 ₙₛʄʷ

ft. Ohma Tokita, Raian Kure, Rama XIII, Gaolang Wongsawat, Kanoh Agito, Niko Tokita, Hatsumi Sen, Wakatsuki Takeshi, Muteba Gizenga

warnings: There's over 40+ links here they each have a description find your own warnings man 😔 they need login of an 18+ acc

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⊹ | Ohma Tokita

01. Sometimes strong men like him need their ego checked but a petite little minx two times smaller than them.

02. At times ohma just wants to feel you on his cock. Especially after a long day of fighting his thoughts, himself and Niko. You were his only light in the inside.

03. It can get real messy with Ohma, I mean really messy.

04. He'll hold you like this when it's all over. When he's done re-arranging your guts after hate-sex. No he doesn't hate you- he hates himself and you happened to be the nearest stress relief

05. Ohma never sleeps (at the right time), so he feels up your body while you have your wet sweet dreams

06. He doesn't want you to think of him like that. He knows what you go through, selling your body in the inside can't be easy. He knows you hate it, but when you offered, for free, God now he knows why people pay so much.

⊹ | Raian Kure

01. Raian making sure both your holes are filled

02. The whole clan knows Raian. The cousin your mother always compares your siblings with and the whole clan knows you. The girl who did not inherit one gene of kure family blood.

03. Raian was never taught how to say I love you or how what love was. He was taught give them no other choice, so he knocked you up knowing damn well he wasn't supposed to come inside.

04. Raian loves them virgins. How eager they are for dick

05. How hard he fucks after convincing you to slip off the condom.

06. Raian can be petty sometimes, leading you to an orgasm like this only to stop and bring up a passing comment

⊹ | Rama XIII

01. "Come on, close so soon? Keep going... please your king"

02. You know he has lots of women lined up for him but maybe,maybe tonight you can finally prove him you're worthy.

Maybe try again next time...

03. Rama absolutely adores his little maid.

⊹ | Gaolang Wongsawat

01. First time with Gaolang was supposed to be cute and pretty, but even a man like him can't think sweetly with a cunt as tight as yours

02. He knows its wrong. Fucking the princess? Your brother will kill him, but even the strongest soldiers fail with temptation

03. With him, sex isn't about orgasm it's about pleasure, the Intimacy

04. Koalang treating his princess well.

05. You don't know how you convinced him to give you a massage but God, did you have to have a fucking perfect body?

06. They call him the fastest boxer, because of how fast he is with his hands.

⊹ | Niko Tokita

01. This is Niko's way of warning your body to take his girth

02. Niko can't remembering the last time he's had pussy, but it seems like wver other day now, he's more than six inches dep in you.

03. Your dad's bestfriend visited while he was gone but not for him. (PLS I CAN IMAGINE HIM SAYING THE SAME EXACT WORDS.)

04. Doing shit like this will get you in trouble just like that.

⊹ | Kanoh Agito

01. He always gives you the opportunity to do whatever you want with him, these are his favs. one.

02. It's either your fucking Kanoh agito, or Fang of Mesturo

03. When ever he's fucking you, his tongue becomes his a weapon used to conquer that pussy.

04. ...

⊹ | Hatsumi Sen

01. I can imagine him fucking the Nogi group's secetary under her desk, and telling anyone passing by you left work early.

02. Seeing your ex again at your engagement party. You told him you hated him, how he made you feel, how you missed his touch and ran to the bathroom. That's where you two are now!

03. He's gotten in trouble with Nogi more times than he can remember, skipping fights and being inappropriate. He can't just resist his boss's cute 'innocent' daughter while she practically begging for his cock.

04. Bumping into your ex and having sex hasn't on your bingo card for the day.

05. He's fucking in love with eating your pussy.

06. Your dad's going to kill you if he find out, but he did tell you to keep him company while he takes this call so...

⊹ | Wakatsuki Takeshi

01. This is how Wakatsuki Takeshi, fucks.

02. You haven't seen each other in such a long time, first thing he made sure to do was rearrange your guts

03. Sometimes he would be hesitant, making you be on top and letting tou ride him. Just so he doesn't accidentally crush you with his weight or split you into half, but he always gets too... impatient

04. At times Takeshi rarely does anything, but the thickness and the heaviness of his dick never fails to make you cry out.

05. Lovely picnic on the grass turns into a fuck sesh mid argument

⊹ | Muteba Gizenga

01. What would you honestly do in that situation? A big tall man tells you to get on your knees for him after murdering your abusive boyfriend, he says he's been watching you, and he just beat you to it.

02. I know it in my heart when a nigga has a big dick. I'm never wrong.

03. I don't know this is just a very muteba position

Oh God.

[simplygojo]

Under the Desk ⸺ Nanami

author's note ⸺ I may or may not have a crush on the handsome senior consultant on my team...so what. pairing ⸺ Kento Nanami x reader teaser ⸺ "It should have told you that eventually, you’d end up here: bent over his desk, legs spread wide for your mentor, who was more than happy to show you the ropes in a way that had nothing to do with consulting." content ⸺ 18+ SMUT, MDNI, hot office nanami, age gap implied, lowkey perv nanami, office siren vibessss, oral sex (reader recv.), reader got that WAP, reader has a vagina, reader uses female pronouns

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Kento Nanami didn’t particularly enjoy training new hires—especially the ones who were on a short contract like you were. They were often overzealous, unpolished, and too eager to prove themselves. But when you walked in on your first day, something in him shifted.

Nanami wasn’t proud of the thoughts that crossed his mind when you walked into the office on your first day—He blamed that little skirt. Too tight, too short, hugging your hips in a way that wasn’t at all appropriate for a junior consultant. And yet, it wasn’t the skirt’s fault he couldn’t stop staring.

He cleared his throat and looked away. 

This wasn’t him. He wasn’t that guy—the type to ogle a junior or let his mind wander to places it had no business going. 

You were new, eager to learn, and assigned to him as your mentor because of his reputation for professionalism. And so, despite his initial lapse in judgment, he resolved to keep his thoughts in check.

But you didn’t make it easy.

You had this way about you—bright-eyed and ambitious, always so eager to please. Every time you asked him a question, you’d lean in, wide-eyed and genuinely curious, your voice sweet and lilting. When you listened, you bit your lip in concentration, nodding along like his every word was gospel.

Nanami told himself he was imagining it, that you weren’t actually flirting with him. You were just... enthusiastic. 

But then there were the moments that felt too deliberate to ignore. Like the time you stayed after hours, your blazer draped over the back of your chair, leaving only the silky blouse underneath. It wasn’t see-through exactly, but in the low light of the office, he could see the faint outline of your bra.

He forced himself to look at his monitor, jaw tight, and tried to focus on the report in front of him. “Get a grip,” he muttered under his breath. This was a slippery slope, and he wasn’t about to fall.

At least, that’s what he told himself.

Things escalated when you suggested the coffee chats. You’d said it so innocently, wanting to hear more about the job and his career path, but Nanami hesitated. 

Alone. With you. Outside of the office. It wasn’t a good idea.

Still, he agreed. He convinced himself it was harmless, part of his role as a mentor.

The first coffee chat was fine. He kept things strictly professional, answering your questions about client strategies and work-life balance. But then you started showing up in skirts shorter than usual, leaning forward a little too much when you laughed.

Your questions turned more personal—how he handled stress, what he did to unwind, if he’d always been this... dedicated.

He noticed your eyes drifting, lingering on his hands as he stirred his coffee, on the way his shirt sleeves strained against his forearms. And you—you—must have noticed the way his gaze followed the curve of your legs as you crossed them.

By the third ‘coffee chat’, Nanami couldn’t lie to himself anymore. He wanted you. Desperately.

He told himself it was harmless, that he could keep it professional even as his thoughts grew more explicit. But then came the late nights in his office. You’d stay back, asking for feedback on your work, standing close enough that he could feel the heat radiating off you.

“Thank you for your help, Nanami,” you said one night, looking up at him through your lashes.

He nodded stiffly, stepping back to create space between you. “It’s my job,” he replied, his voice gruffer than he intended.

He should have stopped it there. Should have set boundaries. But he didn’t.

All of this—the coffee chats, the lingering looks, the late nights—should have been a warning. 

It should have told you that eventually, you’d end up here: bent over his desk, legs spread wide for your mentor, who was more than happy to show you the ropes in a way that had nothing to do with consulting.

Nanami hadn’t intended to go this far. Truly, he hadn’t. But the moment your trembling voice broke into soft, pleading whimpers, any sense of guilt burst.

His mouth found its way to places he’d only imagined in quiet, shameful moments—places that had haunted his late nights and unguarded thoughts.

The slickness of your pretty pink folds coated his lips and chin, shining faintly in the dim light of his office. His name spilled from your mouth like a prayer, broken and reverent, as he worked you closer and closer to the edge.

Nanami knew he was losing control. Knew he’d already crossed every line imaginable. But when he felt your thighs quiver on either side of his head, your fingers tugging helplessly at his hair, he could not have cared any less.

All of this—the coffee chats, the late nights, the way your body had grown so eager for his attention—should have given you an indicator—should have told you that you'd end up like this…breathless and undone in his office, his mouth working you open, claiming you in ways you couldn't have imagined.

And that, dear reader, is the story of how you were secured a permanent contract.

[verstappenverse]

The Price of the Podium

Pairing: Max Verstappen x Reader

Summary: In the relentless pursuit of racing glory, Max faces the emotional fallout of missing an important weekend in his relationship, leaving your future uncertain.

1.5k words / Part 2 / Masterlist

Max's heart raced as the engine of his RedBull roared beneath him. The familiar hum had become a source of comfort, a steady rhythm that guided him through countless laps and countless victories. But today it felt different, a harbinger of an approaching storm that threatened to dismantle everything he held dear.

The season had been merciless. Each race had been a relentless pursuit of perfection, each lap a battle against time and competitors. Max understood that this world demanded sacrifices, but lately the weight of those sacrifices had changed.

When Max glanced at his phone during a fleeting moment of respite his stomach dropped as a surge of guilt swept over him. A string of missed calls and urgent messages from you filled the screen, each one more desperate than the last.

Hey, can you please call me when you get a chance? I need to talk to you.

Max, you’re really starting to worry me. I don’t understand what's going on?

It’s been three days since we spoke properly. Can you at least let me know you’re okay?

Max’s gaze fell on the calendar, he had promised again to visit your extended family this weekend, a significant step for you both that had been previously filled with excitement and anticipation. Your family were eager to meet him, and Max had been looking forward to it as well. But now with the punishing schedule of the season, he was struggling to find even a moment to breathe, let alone make the trip.

He knew he was being a coward, but it was easier to avoid the situation than confront it directly and risk letting down the person who mattered most.

As Max approached the racetrack for another testing session, the weight of his choices hit him like a sledgehammer. He was about to miss an important milestone in your life together and he didn't think you'd be so forgiving this time.

His mind was full of conflicting emotions. He wanted to be there for you, to prove to your family that he was serious about your relationship, but the world of racing had a way of consuming everything in its path leaving no room for personal commitments.

The testing session was a blur. Max’s driving was flawless, but his thoughts were elsewhere. The track blurred into an endless ribbon of asphalt. He pushed himself to the limit, hoping that the adrenaline would drown out the guilt gnawing at his conscience.

Finally, the session ended. Max’s team were in high spirits celebrating the improved performance. He barely registered their enthusiasm, his mind was occupied with the image of you waiting for him in a small town, wondering why he had not shown up. He could picture you there, waiting for him, checking the clock, wondering if he’d even bothered to leave. And it wasn’t just about this weekend, it was about every missed call, every text he hadn’t answered, every promise he’d let slide.

The moment Max stepped out of the car he took a deep breath and pulled out his phone. He dialed your number hoping against hope that you would answer. After a few rings your voice came through the line tinged with weariness and frustration.

“Max?”

“Hey, I’m so sorry. I know I’ve been out of touch.”

“Out of touch? You’ve been completely absent! I was supposed to introduce you to my family this weekend. It was important to me.”

“I know. I wanted to be there, but things just got out of hand here. I’ve been trying to make time, but…”

“But what Max? You keep saying you’re trying, but you’re never here. There's always an excuse.”

“I’m really sorry, I’ve been working so hard this season...I thought I could make it work, I just…”

“You know what? I don’t want to hear more excuses right now. You’ve missed something important to me again, and it hurts. I needed you here, and you weren’t.”

The silence on the other end of the line was heavy, almost unbearable. Max could feel the pain that you were struggling to mask, like a knife twisting in his gut. It cut him deeper than any criticism he’d ever faced on the track.

“Please. I know I messed up, I’ll make it up to you, I swear.”

“Make it up to me? I don’t even know if that’s possible anymore. This wasn’t like the other times when you just forgot or lost track of time; you made the choice not to come. I’ve tried to be understanding... I know how hard this season has been, and I know how much time and dedication it takes. I never wanted to undermine that. But I don’t know how much longer we can do this. I get it, you have to make tough choices sometimes, and I’ve done my best to support you, to step back and let you focus on your goals. But it’s happening too often now and it feels like every time, you’re choosing this… this life over us. Over me. Every single time.”

Max’s throat tightened. He wanted to argue, to explain more, but he also knew that he couldn't keep making excuses for his absence, and he couldn’t bear to hurt you anymore. He’d run out of explanations, out of promises he knew he couldn’t keep.

He wanted to say something, anything to fix it, but he could hear the finality in your voice. You’d reached a breaking point, one he’d seen coming but had been too afraid to acknowledge.

“I don’t know what to say,” he finally whispered, the words feeling hollow even as he spoke them.

The silence stretched on.

“I understand if you need space.” he murmured, barely able to get the words out, blinking back tears.

Your voice was barely a whisper throat locking up, it felt like he was giving up. Was this even worth fighting for if he wasn't?

Then, in a voice so small it broke his heart all over again, you whispered, “You’re right. Maybe space is what we need right now.'

The line went dead, leaving Max alone in the garage. The celebration of the session’s success felt hollow. The echoes of the track still rang in his ears mingling with the ache of your absence.

In the days that followed Max tried to bury himself in the upcoming races, hoping that the endless rush would drown out the regret gnawing at him. He avoided reaching out to you honouring your request for space.

Each day felt like an endless rotation of driving, media commitments, and sleepless nights. The thrill of racing was overshadowed by the growing distance between you and him.

You had always been patient and understanding of the demands of Max’s career. You had supported him through the highs and lows, celebrating his victories and comforting him through the losses, but it hadn’t been enough. Each missed call and unanswered message chipped away at your resolve. You couldn’t keep repeating the same cycles and expecting a different result.

The weekend you had planned for Max to meet your family was meant to be a milestone, a step toward a future together. Instead, it felt like a crushing disappointment.

You replayed the conversations you had with Max in your mind, trying to reconcile the man you loved with the absence he had become. You had pictured this weekend as a chance for Max to understand the importance of your family, to see the life you had outside of his world.

The hurt and frustration you felt were compounded by a growing sense of doubt, doubt that maybe this life of constant motion had created a rift too wide to bridge.

You needed time to process the hurt, to focus on yourself and figure out where to go from here. The support you had hoped for seemed distant and unreliable, and the future you had envisioned together felt uncertain.

Loving him had been a beautiful dream, but you knew it was time, you hesitated just a moment before hitting send.

Max,

I need you to know that I’m not angry anymore. I’m just… tired. I need to focus on myself right now.

Max read the message over and over, his hands trembling. The message was brief and seemingly final. The reality of your words sank in, there was no dramatic declarations, no harsh accusations, just a simple statement of exhaustion, a quiet resignation that tore through him. He wanted to call, to beg you to come back, but he knew it was too late.

As the season drew to a close, Max stood on the podium, the roar of the crowd a distant echo, his gaze searching as if somehow he’d see you there. The trophy was in his hands, but it didn't feel like he had expected. He looked out over the crowd searching for a sense of fulfilment that seemed to elude him, it all felt like ashes without you beside him.

Max only thought of you as he stood amidst the celebrations, and he couldn’t shake the feeling that in the pursuit of his dreams he had sacrificed something far more precious, and wondered if there was a path back to what he had lost.

[gojosnympho]

nsfw, mdni

messy… haechan x reader

“such a messy girl,” haechan tutted at you as if it was your fault that your pussy was leaking onto his freshly washed sheets.

it was barely eight am when your boyfriend woke you up with his hand trailing up the back of your silk nightgown. he’d started to kiss your neck in just the right spot to ignite all of the senses in your body. you fluttered your eyes open to see your shared bedroom bathed in the golden light of the sun. you turned your body to face him and before you knew it you were where you were now, spread out in front of him. vulnerable and exposed, just how he liked you.

“so fuckin’ eager,” he whispered, but it was more to himself than to you. because from where he was sitting he could see the way your pussy was clenching around nothing, the little hole just begging to be filled up by something— anything.

haechan dragged a finger lazily up your slit and marveled at the way your pussy coated his fingers with its juices. you twitched beneath him when his finger finally found its way to your needy clit and a sound that can only be described at pornographic left your throat.

“that pussy wants to be filled up, doesn’t it?” he asked, rhetorically because he was already pulling his sweats and underwear down his thighs to free his aching dick.

“yes, please,” you replied, pushing your hips up to beg him to fuck you. “i’ve been such a good girl.”

haechan groaned. it was guttural, almost primal. with one hand, the dark haired man pinned your hips to the bed and with the other, he used it to assist him with rubbing his dick through your folds. he couldn’t take his eyes off the way your puffy folds seemed to wrap around him and coat him in even more of your pussy juices. he pushed the tip in, but only a little.

“hyuck,” you whined, trying to wiggle your hips but the hand he had on your hips proved that to be futile. instead, you had to sit there and endure his teasing.

“be patient, baby. i’m gonna give you what you want. but you gotta beg for it first.”

without missing a beat or playing shy, you replied, “please fuck me, daddy.”

just the utterance of that word made haechan’s dick pulse. without warning he plunged into you, both of you cursing at the feeling. your pussy wrapped greedily around him, taking every inch of him with little resistance. you pulled him down to engage in a messy kiss that was nothing but tongues and spit.

“you’re making such a fucking mess on my dick,”your boyfriend said in almost disbelief when he looked down to see the creamy ring that had formed around the base of his dick. haechan placed his hand on the back of your neck to force you to sit up and watch the way your pussy swallowed him and coated him in your creamy juices.

“you’re so deep,” you whimpered to him, tears of pure pleasure clouding your vision.

it didn’t take long for you to cum, your body spasming as your orgasm swept through you. soon after, haechan filled you up.

“fuck,” he cursed to himself as he pulled out of you and collapsed on your sheets that were now messy with your mixed releases.

“good morning,” you whispered to him, curling up into his side.

“good morning,” he replied, kissing you atop your head.

[mandoalorian]

hymns of hunger [bob reynolds x f!reader]

synopsis: training with bob turns into something more.

warnings: 18+ explicit content, mdni, unprotected p in v, riding, f recieving oral, m recieving oral, sub!bob, he's super needy lol, reader is defo kinda more on the dom side, bob is inexperienced ig?, praise kink, porn with no plot, oh and a certain someone walks in on them...

masterlist ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆

The New Avengers Tower training room was a ghost town at 2 a.m., the mirrors catching the city’s neon pulse like a silent dare. Bob Reynolds stood on the mats, looking like a kicked puppy in his worn tee and loose sweatpants, hair a sweaty mess. Bucky had thrown him a lifeline—a shot at the New Avengers if he could prove himself—and you were tasked with moulding him into something more than just a washed-up Sentry.

Leaning against the wall in a tight tank top and leggings, you smirked, all confidence. “Ready to sweat, Reynolds? Or you just here to stare?”

Bob’s blue eyes flicked up, nervous but burning with something raw. “I don’t know if I’m good enough, but I’ll try,” he mumbled, voice rough, laced with that self-loathing that made your chest ache.

Once a god, now just Bob, he was a tangle of guilt and grit, and fuck if his effort didn’t pull you in. Bucky saw potential; but you saw a man who needed to be wanted.

You started with drills—jabs, dodges, footwork. Bob was clumsy, all elbows and heart, but his determination was hot as hell. “Eyes on me, rookie,” you snapped, ducking his sloppy punch. 

He landed one, grinning like a kid, and your “Not bad, Bob” made him flush, a needy edge in his eyes that hit you low. An hour in, sweat soaked his shirt, clinging to every lean inch of him, and you called for a spar, stepping close, hips cocked. “Show me what you got.”

He lunged, all eagerness, no finesse, and you grabbed his wrist, twisting until you had him pinned, his back to the mat, your thighs straddling his hips. “Down already?” you teased,  smirking. His chest heaved, eyes dark, locked on your lips.

“I’m fucked,” he rasped, voice low, trembling with want, and that whimpering tone sent a jolt straight to your core. The air crackled, the city’s glow painting you both in electric hues.

“You’re not fucked,” you purred, leaning closer, your breath hot against his ear. “Not yet.” 

His whine was desperate, hips shifting under you, the hard press of him through his sweatpants betraying his need. “Please,” he breathed, voice cracking, and that plea—raw, unguarded—lit you up.

“Bucky wants you ready,” you said, trailing a finger down his chest, “but I want you mine first.”

You kissed him, hard and claiming, swallowing his soft moan as his tongue fumbled against yours, eager but unsure. “Slow down, needy,” you murmured, tugging his hair, guiding him. 

He whimpered, hands shaking as they hovered over your hips. “Good boy,” you whispered, yanking your tank top off, baring yourself.

His eyes widened, reverent, and he whined, “Fuck, you’re perfect.” You grinned, guiding his hands to your breasts, teaching him how to touch, his thumbs circling your nipples until you gasped, heat pooling between your thighs.

“Want to make me feel good?” you asked, voice low, commanding. He nodded, frantic, a soft “Yes, please” spilling out. You slid up, peeling off your leggings, and his breath hitched, eyes locked on you, desperate. “On your knees,” you ordered, and he scrambled to obey, kneeling on the mat, hands gripping your thighs like a lifeline. You tangled your fingers in his hair, guiding him to your core. “Lick,” you said, and he dove in, tongue tentative at first, then eager, lapping at you with sloppy, needy devotion.

“Fuck, Bob,” you moaned, thighs trembling as his tongue found your clit, circling with growing confidence as you coached him. “Just like that—yes, you’re so good.” His whimpers vibrated against you, his hands clutching your hips, pulling you closer as he devoured you, eyes flicking up for approval.

The sight of him—sweaty, flushed, desperate to please—pushed you closer to the edge, your moans echoing in the empty room. “Don’t stop,” you gasped, grinding against his mouth, and he groaned, the sound sending you spiralling, your climax hitting hard, leaving you shaking as he lapped up every drop.

You pulled him up, kissing him, tasting yourself on his lips. “My turn to drive,” you purred, shoving his sweatpants down, freeing his aching cock, hard and leaking. He whined, hips bucking as you stroked him, slow and teasing.

“Please, I need—” he stammered, voice wrecked, and you smirked, pushing him onto his back.

“I know what you need,” you said, straddling him, sinking down onto him in one smooth motion.

The stretch was perfect, his thick length filling you as you both groaned. “Fuck,” he whimpered, hands clutching your hips, eyes wide with awe. You rode him, slow at first, then harder, setting a rhythm that had him gasping, his hips jerking up to meet you.

“Follow my lead,” you said, guiding his hands to your clit, showing him how to touch, your moans spurring him on.

“Yes, ma’am,” he panted, voice trembling, and you laughed, grinding down, chasing the heat building between you.

The mirrors caught it all—your bodies slick with sweat, his desperate whimpers, your commanding gaze. “Tell me you’re mine,” you ordered, nails raking his chest, and he moaned, “I’m yours, fuck, all yours.” The words, raw and needy, pushed you over, your second climax crashing through you as you clenched around him. He followed, a broken cry of your name as he came, hot and shuddering, his hands gripping you like you were his anchor.

You collapsed against him, panting, his arms wrapping around you, soft and clingy. “Holy shit,” he mumbled, voice hoarse, a shy smile breaking through. You kissed his jaw, tracing his scars. “You’re gonna kill it with the Avengers.”

Then—thud. The door swung open, and Bucky Barnes leaned against the frame, metal arm glinting, a wicked grin spreading across his face. “Well, fuck me,” he drawled, eyes raking over you both—Bob, flushed and wrecked, still tangled in you. “Training’s lookin’ real intense, huh?”

Bob froze, a mortified whimper escaping, but you just smirked, still straddling him. “Jealous, Barnes? Wanna join next time?”

Bucky’s laugh was low, dangerous, his gaze lingering a beat too long. “Keep that up, and I just might, doll.” He winked, stepping back, leaving the door cracked. “Clean up before John sees this shitshow.” The door clicked shut, but his words hung in the air, a promise that sent a new spark through you.

Bob groaned, hiding his face in your shoulder. “I’m dead.”

You grinned, ruffling his hair.

“Nah, you’re just getting started—and next time, we might have company.”

[meowrimo]

☽◯☾ - ALL TOO EAGER

꒰ synopsis ꒱ : Eren accidentally stumbled upon his newest side gig, pleasuring himself before thousands of viewers. But honestly, it’s all for his favorite creator — you.

꒰ content ꒱ : MDNI. eren jaeger x reader ; virginity loss (eren), unprotected sex, use of nicknames (baby, pretty girl) — WC : 2k

⭑ 𓂃 ꒰ New Moon ! ꒱ ― kinktober masterlist

camboy!eren who started doing solo videos because he was bored. somewhat of a social reject even long after graduating high school, he spent a lot of his nights furiously pumping his cock to whatever videos he’d find online.

camboy!eren who saw other guys do solo videos and make a lot of money, so he thought, why not? after a few clicks, he had an account and was ready to go.

camboy!eren who grew quickly in popularity due to the breathy groans he’d let out that ultimately led to soft whimpers when he was cumming all over his finely tuned abs. not to mention he had a pretty dick.

camboy!eren who finds your page one day and it quickly becomes his favorite. whenever he’s fucking his flesh light, he has your video on in the background just wishing you were really here with him. he has to refrain from moaning your name, trying to keep his words to a minimum as rides his high with your sweet mewls echoing in his head.

camboy!eren who discovers that you make videos with other guys and realizes his daydreams don’t seem so far fetched. that is, until he realizes you only do it with one guy — your boyfriend. he becomes obsessed with these videos regardless, pretending that he was really the one who was fucking you instead of the asshole with the small dick.

camboy!eren who leaves filthy comments under your videos, bragging that he’d fuck you better than your boyfriend (regardless that he’s never actually had sex). overtime, they just grew more relentless and he even went as far as sending you links of his own little videos.

camboy!eren who’s heart falls to his ass when he sees you finally reply to him, sending him a message that practically begs him to test out that theory of his, explaining that you and your boyfriend were no more.

and of course he was all too eager to accept.

the messages between you two only grew in velocity as time went on. as it turns out, planning up a meet up was extremely difficult. he learned you didn’t live so far away but with the way both of your schedules were set up, it would take some time before you had a weekend to meet up. 

so the texts turned raunchier, unable to hold back any longer. eren knew you were getting over your ex but he couldn’t stop his fingers from flying across the screen, ensuring you that he would please you like no one else. afterall, he’s watched your videos for so long, he knows what spots you would always target, what kinds of things would have you coming undone with a sweet cry. it was all achingly committed to his memory.

the fact that you were more than receptive to his bold claims, borderline just as obsessed as he was, turned him on to the point where just his hand and one of your old videos on didn't cut it anymore. both of you still did your shows, but almost every night you’d switch to facetime and get off to each other properly.

the soft whimpers and moans you let out as he watched you finger your cunt, begging for him to come over and help you out had his body growing taut with desire. only a few more days and he’d finally have you all to himself and he was more than ready to prove how good he could be for you.

but in all honesty, if eren had known that those few (hundred) comments he had left on your page would bring him to this moment, he would’ve started flooding your chat a long, long time ago.

the plan was simple: get together, have a practice round, then give your viewers a real show.

never in his life had he been so mesmerized, so in awe of the person before him. or rather, under him. the inescapable truth that he’s never done this before has flown straight below the radar – for now.

the reddened tip of his cock nudges along your clit, pressing into it and watching your body jolt in retaliation. every reaction he pulled from you had him wanting more, craving it more than he craved his own release. to please you has been his main goal but he didn’t realize that in doing so, he was already teetering on the edge of losing control.

“ready for me, pretty girl?” eren asked, trying to keep his voice level but the slight shake in his tone betrayed him. the fact he was going to lose his virginity to the one who took up each and every one of his fantasies seemed surreal.

it was more than he could’ve imagined whenever he’d fist his cock in the dead of night, wishing and manifesting for a moment like this. all too beautifully you were sprawled out under him, preening to his touch.

“please, eren.” as soon as the plea left your plush lips, he had no choice but to start pressing into you. inch by inch, he sunk himself in, his fingers tightly gripping onto your hips. 

every coherent thought he’d ever had disappeared into a haze of pleasure as soon as he bottomed out. slack-jawed and frozen, basking in the warmth of your cunt enveloping him way better than a fleshlight could ever. there was no way he could ever return to it, not with you pulsing around him, silently begging and pleading to milk him right then and there. a part of him almost gave into his urges, letting himself spill into you without another thought but he knew he had to get you there first.

eren slowly came back to his senses, looking down at you and almost instantly regretting it. there’s no way you could be faking any of it, not with how close he is. you, with your watery eyes, pupils dilated as they were lost and swimming in pleasure. it was clear every part of you wanted this as much as him.

plap, plap, plap.

the sounds of him thrusting into you started to fill the otherwise muted room. his hips had a mind of their own, driven by a primal instinct as he took in your beauty. after seeing your expression morph into something more blissful than the heavens, he couldn’t hold himself back from pounding into you. everything felt too good – so tight, so warm. 

“fuck-” his voice betrayed him, cracking under the weight of his bliss. he bares his teeth, doing what he can to block anymore traitorous sounds that escape him and reveal how much he’s at your mercy. but it’s all for nothing as the next words slip out of his mouth, nothing more than a hiss. “you feel so fucking good.”

there was no way he could stop as he thrusted into you, your slick completely coating his cock, allowing him to sink into you faster, deeper. the way you writhe and whine beneath him, nails digging into his shoulders before dragging along his back forced a whimper to slip past his lips. 

his ears felt all too hot, the tips undoubtedly burning up because of the utter vulnerability of it all. thank god his hair was long enough to cover them, the haphazard half bun he had tossed it up in earlier was cascading down, almost annoyingly obscuring the beautiful view before him.

“talk to me, baby.” he grunted, wanting to hear the praise fall from your lips. “tell me how it feels.”

“feels s’good, eren —” the air in your lungs gives away as you gasp out, your hands digging into the duvet as leverage to ground yourself with. eren can’t hold back a grunt as you arch your back so your chest is flush against his, nipples brushing together with each thrust.“touch me more, please!”

without a wasted breath, eren’s hands mindlessly slide along your body, fingers trailing along every curve and dip as he begins to map it, desperately wishing to commit it to his memory. everything about you was so soft, so addicting that he didn’t want to let go. 

“so good to me, such sweet manners f’me.” he coos, the slight condensation dripping from his tone. the fire that was pooling in his abdomen ignites more as he takes in your expression – half lidded eyes that were only focused on him, your heaving chest that only enticed him more. one hand pushes your hips back down into the mattress as his other one cups your chest, thumb brushing over your pert bud. “just makes me want to give you more.”

“please–!” your legs locked around his waist, lulling him in deeper, causing his hips to stutter at the new angle.

“y-yeah? you want more?” all of the muscles in his body tensed up, an impending doom settling in as his release threatened to spill prematurely. halting his motions, he presses his forehead against yours, trying to steady himself and push away the high he could practically taste. after counting down, the urgent need to come simmered away right before your hips started to move against his own. “fuck, o-okay. i’ll give you whatever you want, baby.”

eren can’t help it but need something to steady himself and with the way his body was trembling in overflowing pleasure, he opted out from grabbing onto you — it was much to risky. instead, he reached over, grappling the bed frame as he delivered each thrust with a needy precision, setting a new pace that had you both crying out in a sinful harmony. each time he sunk back into you, cock all snug within your walls, he could feel you clench around him with the sweetest whine of his name parting from your lips.

another groan bubbled up from his throat but by the time it escaped his mouth, it was a full blown whine. from someone who was known for his guttural grunts, the whine was unexpected.

there’s no way to tell where his body ends and yours begins, all he knows is that one of you is trembling, shaking and he has a sneaky suspicion it's him – not that he’d ever admit it though.

his world was brought back down to your center of gravity as soon as you tugged on his long locks, melding your lips against his in a kiss that threatened to take away all of his remaining sanity. there was no more room for air as his lungs filled with the sweet hums you couldn’t contain. 

you pull away from the kiss for a moment, a sheen of passion covering them in a way that looks like gloss – undeniably enticing him for more. his lips involuntarily chase after yours, not letting you get a moment of reprieve from his intensity. how could he? 

he didn’t want to stop as he carved his way into you, trying to erase all semblance of the other men that you had been with — especially the nasty ex he decided he hated. to have fumbled someone like you must’ve meant he was an absolute dumbass. his loss was eren’s gain and he would make sure that you knew that by the end of the night.

“‘m close, ‘ren.” the sweetness of your voice coiled deep within him, on the verge of snapping. 

“me too.” he grunts, gritting his teeth as he tries to stave his release. despite desperately rutting into you, he could barely pull out. your legs lock him in, your thighs trembling all around him as you come undone with a cry of his name. there was no way he could hold back anymore, shoving himself as deep as he could as he shook and whined with his orgasm. “‘m cumming – fuck, ‘m cumming. all for you, take it, baby, please–”

after the last rope of cum spilled into your pulsing cunt, eren let out a shudder, pressing a quick kiss to your forehead. the room fell quiet yet again, save for the sounds of your shared breath, your lungs fighting for air. eren falls to your side, careful not to crush you as his arms encircle your waist and pull you closer to him.

“shit-” eren gasped, his pulse still racing. 

“and that was just the warm up.” you laugh softly, hand trailing down his abs. “you ready to turn the camera on now?”

[thirteenheavens]

can I request big dick! hard dom Mingyu x reader

like the reader put him on a sex ban for two months but 4 weeks later he couldn't hold himself back anymore 😔 and can you do size kink like Mingyu is much bigger in size and she's really tiny than him and what if he didn't let her adjust because she put him on a ban for no reason and can you add bulge kink and cream pie too and maybe multiple rounds (from bent in the kitchen, to the bedroom) and multiple positions (bent over, missionary, doggy and cow girl) and mingyu manhandles her around, make it rough and messy, i hope this isn't too much, i love ur works btw, sorry if this is too much 😭😭

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4 Week Ban || Kim Mingyu x Reader

Notes: this was such a fun task cos there was so much but I hope you enjoy!

Word count: 2.6k+

Mingyu walks through the door, looking frustrated and restless after a night out with his friends. He's been trying to respect your sex ban for the past four weeks, but his need for you is growing more intense every day.

"Babe," he calls out, searching for you. "I need to talk to you." He finds you in the living room, and the sight of you makes his breath catch in his throat. You look so beautiful and relaxed, and he can't help but notice the way your clothes hug your curves.

"I can't do this anymore," he says, his voice rough with desire. "I need you, Y-N. I need to feel you, to taste you, to be inside you." He moves closer to you, his eyes roaming over your body hungrily. "I know I promised to respect your rules," he continues, "but it's driving me insane. Please, baby. Let me have you tonight."

As he stands there, begging for your touch, his cock strains against his jeans - a visible bulge that proves just how desperate he really is. Mingyu presses his lips to your neck, sucking and nibbling at the sensitive skin while his hands grip your waist. His large frame towers over you as he traps you against the wall.

"Please," he begs again, his hot breath fanning against your skin. "I'll do anything you want. Just let me have you." He rolls his hips against you, grinding his massive bulge against your stomach as he leaves a trail of kisses down your neck to your collarbone. "I can't stop thinking about how good you feel," he whispers, his hands sliding lower to squeeze your ass.

"Are you really begging me right now?" you tease, though your voice trembles slightly with arousal. Mingyu groans and nuzzles into your neck, his body shaking with need. "Yes," he admits, his fingers digging into your skin. "I'll get on my knees if I have to."

He slowly sinks down to the floor, kneeling in front of you with his face level with your stomach. "Please, baby," he whispers, looking up at you with desperate eyes. "Please let me make you feel good. Let me worship you like you deserve." Mingyu practically carries you to the bedroom, his strength and eagerness evident in his movements. As soon as you reach the bed, he lays you down and starts undressing you with trembling hands.

"I've missed this so much," he breathes out, his eyes dark with desire as he strips you bare. "Missed your body, missed making you moan and writhe under me." He quickly sheds his own clothes, revealing his impressive length that's already standing at full attention. Crawling between your legs, he positions himself over you and runs his hands up your thighs.

"Spread your legs for me," he commands huskily, his fingers tracing circles on your skin. "Let me see how wet you are for me." Mingyu's eyes are wild with hunger as he takes in the sight of your exposed body, his cock twitching visibly with anticipation. He looks like a man who's been deprived of water for weeks and is finally presented with an oasis.

"So beautiful," he murmurs, lowering himself to nuzzle at your inner thighs. "You have no idea how many times I've dreamed about this." He kisses and licks his way up your thighs, his large hands holding you open as he gets closer to your core. "You're mine," he growls possessively. "All mine."

Without warning, he dives in, burying his face between your legs and devouring you like a man possessed. His tongue laps at your folds hungrily, while his fingers dig into your hips to keep you still. Mingyu's tongue moves expertly against your clit, his skilled mouth driving you wild with pleasure. His hands continue to hold you in place as he devours you, groaning against your sensitive flesh.

"You taste so good," he mutters between licks, his eyes locked on your face to watch your reactions. "I could do this all night." He adds a finger to the mix, pushing it deep inside you while his tongue continues its relentless assault. "Cum for me," he commands, curling his finger just right to hit your g-spot. "I want to feel you cum on my face."

His other hand moves to your breast, pinching and rolling your nipple as he brings you closer and closer to the edge. Mingyu is absolutely wrecked as he feasts on you, his hair disheveled and his lips glistening with your arousal. His cock is leaking precum against your thigh, showing just how affected he is by your pleasure.

"Please," he begs again, his voice hoarse with need. "I need to be inside you. Need to feel your walls clenching around me." He continues his assault with his mouth and fingers, desperate to make you cum before he loses control completely. "Cum for me, baby," he pleads one more time, adding a second finger to stretch you further.

"Mingyu, I-" you gasp, arching your back as his skilled mouth and fingers drive you closer to the edge. "I'm so close..." Mingyu moans against you, the vibrations sending shockwaves through your body. "That's it," he encourages, pumping his fingers faster. "Let go for me, baby. I've got you."

He sucks your clit harder, his tongue swirling around it mercilessly as he feels your walls start to flutter around his fingers. Mingyu feels your orgasm hit you like a wave, your body tensing and shaking beneath him as you cry out his name. He keeps his mouth on you through it, lapping up every drop of your release while his fingers continue to work you through your high.

"So perfect," he whispers against your skin, finally pulling away when your trembling subsides. "But I'm not done with you yet." He moves up your body, positioning himself between your legs once more. His cock is impossibly hard and leaking, twitching against your thigh as he stares down at you with hungry eyes. Mingyu's control snaps completely as he thrusts inside you in one swift motion, groaning at the tightness of your walls around him. "Fuck, you feel so good," he growls, not even giving you a moment to adjust before starting a punishing pace.

"You did this to me," he grunts, his hands gripping your hips hard enough to bruise. "Making me wait for four weeks... teasing me every day... it's your fault I'm like this." His hips slam against yours with bruising force, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room. He looks completely feral, his face contorted with pleasure and a hint of anger as he takes you roughly. Mingyu's lips curl into a devilish smile as he looks down at you, his thrusts never slowing. "You're so small under me," he purrs, "like a little doll I can just use for my pleasure."

He lifts your legs over his shoulders, bending you nearly in half as he drives deeper into you. "Look at how well you're taking me," he says with a satisfied smirk. "Your body was made for me to break it." Mingyu's eyes fixate on the bulge in your stomach where his massive cock is visible, his own smirk growing wider. "Look at that," he says with a groan, "I can see myself fucking you from the outside."

He runs his hand over the bulge, pressing down slightly to feel himself moving inside you. "So deep," he growls, his pace becoming more erratic. "No one else can make you feel like this, can they?" Your moans are music to Mingyu's ears as he keeps up his rough pace, his fingers digging into your skin. "That's right, baby," he grunts, "let everyone hear how much you love being fucked by me."

He shifts the angle of his hips, hitting your sweet spot with every thrust. "You're mine," he repeats possessively. "Only mine. I'll never let anyone else have you." Mingyu flips you onto your stomach without pulling out, pulling your hips up to meet his. He presses your face into the mattress, one hand on your neck while the other grips your waist.

"On all fours," he commands, his voice low and dominant. "Show me how much you want it." You can barely speak as Mingyu resumes his relentless pace, his hand tightening on your neck slightly. "Mingyu... please... harder," you manage to gasp out between moans.

He responds by slamming into you with brutal force, his balls slapping against your clit with each thrust. "Harder?" he growls. "You want it harder? Don't worry, I'll give you exactly what you need." Mingyu is a wreck behind you, his body covered in sweat as he chases his own release. His hips move at an almost animalistic pace, his grip on you bruising as he pounds into you mercilessly.

"I'm going to fill you up," he pants, his breath hot against your ear. "Gonna make you mine forever." His rhythm becomes erratic, signaling his impending orgasm as he leans over you, pressing his chest against your back. "Cum with me," he demands through gritted teeth. Mingyu thrusts into you once, twice more before he reaches his peak, spilling deep inside you with a loud groan. His body shudders as he fills you with his hot cum, his teeth sinking into your shoulder as he claims you.

"Mine," he growls again, his hips still moving in shallow thrusts as he rides out his orgasm. "All mine." He collapses on top of you, both of you panting heavily as he catches his breath. "I love you," he whispers against your skin, finally coming back to his senses.

"I love you too," you say breathlessly, still trembling from the intense pleasure. "But you're heavy, Mingyu." Mingyu chuckles softly and rolls off you, pulling you into his arms instead. "Sorry," he murmurs, nuzzling into your neck. "I got a bit carried away there." He traces lazy patterns on your skin with his fingers, his breathing finally returning to normal. "Are you okay? I didn't hurt you, did I?"

"I'm okay," you reassure him, snuggling closer to his warmth. "Better than okay, actually. That was..." Mingyu grins against your neck, his ego clearly boosted. "That was," he agrees, "but next time, I'm going to make sure you can't walk for a week."

Mingyu watches you with a mix of admiration and surprise as you get up and head to the kitchen. "Babe, where are you going?" he calls out, stretching lazily on the bed. He quickly follows you, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind as you reach the counter. "You're supposed to be cuddling with me," he whines playfully, nipping at your earlobe.

"I'm getting us some water," you explain, smiling at his neediness. "And maybe some snacks." Mingyu sighs dramatically but doesn't let go of you. "Fine, but only if you promise to come back to bed with me after." He presses a kiss to your shoulder, his hands roaming your body suggestively. Mingyu can't wait any longer and strides into the kitchen, his cock already hardening again as he approaches you. "Y-N, you're taking too long," he says with a smirk.

He pins you against the counter, his body pressed against yours as he reaches around to turn off the tap. "The snacks can wait," he growls, his hands sliding down to your hips. "I'm not done with you yet." Mingyu captures your lips in a hungry kiss, his tongue invading your mouth possessively. His hands roam your body hungrily as he presses you against the countertop, the cool marble contrasting with his hot skin.

"I told you," he murmurs against your lips, "I'm going to make sure you can't walk tomorrow." He lifts you up effortlessly, setting you on the counter as he spreads your legs apart. Mingyu positions himself between your legs, his cock sliding through your folds teasingly. "You're still so wet for me," he says with satisfaction. "Such a good girl." He starts to push into you again, groaning at the way your walls flutter around him. "Look at me," he commands, his eyes dark with desire. "I want to see your face as I take you apart again."

"Mingyu, please," you whimper, wrapping your legs around his waist to pull him closer. "I need you... need you so bad." Mingyu grins at your desperation, fully sheathing himself inside you in one smooth motion. "That's it, baby," he purrs, his hands gripping your thighs. "Beg for me." He starts thrusting at a steady pace, each movement deliberate and deep. "Tell me who owns this pussy," he demands, his fingers finding your clit to rub circles against it.

"You do, Mingyu," you moan out, your head falling back as pleasure courses through your body. "You own my pussy. It's all yours." Mingyu's pace quickens at your words, his hips snapping against yours with increasing force. "That's right," he growls, "and I'm going to remind you every day who you belong to."

He captures your lips in another bruising kiss, swallowing your moans as he fucks you on the kitchen counter. "Cum for me again," he commands, "show me how much you love being my little slut." Mingyu watches intently as his cock disappears into your wet heat, his eyes dark with primal lust. "Fuck, that's beautiful," he groans, "watching myself claim you like this."

His fingers dig into your thighs as he pulls you closer, his thrusts becoming more erratic and powerful. "So perfect," he mutters, his gaze fixed on where your bodies are joined. "Taking me so well... taking everything I give you." Mingyu carries you effortlessly, his powerful arms holding you up as he continues to pound into you. The new angle makes him hit even deeper, drawing desperate moans from your lips.

"Hold on tight," he grunts, pressing your back against the wall for leverage. His hips move at a relentless pace, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room again.

"You feel so fucking good," he growls against your neck, his teeth scraping against your skin. "I'm not stopping until you're completely wrecked." Mingyu hisses at the feeling of your nails raking down his back, his rhythm faltering for a moment. "That's it, mark me up," he groans, his pace becoming more punishing.

His hands grip your ass possessively as he slams into you, his forehead pressed against yours. "You're mine," he repeats again, "and I'm going to make sure everyone knows it." He bites down on your shoulder hard enough to leave a mark, one hand moving to play with your sensitive nipples as he continues his brutal pace.

"Mingyu, I'm close," you manage to gasp out between moans, your body trembling with impending release. "So close, please..." Mingyu notices your signs of orgasm and adjusts his angle slightly, hitting your sweet spot with each deep thrust. "Cum for me one more time," he commands, his voice thick with desire.

"Let me feel you squeeze around my cock, baby. Let me fill you up again." He captures your lips in a passionate kiss, swallowing your screams as you tumble over the edge once more. Mingyu groans against your lips as your walls clench tightly around him, prolonging his own pleasure. "That's it," he pants, "scream for me while I fill you up again." He thrusts through your orgasm, releasing his hot seed deep inside you with a deep growl. His legs shake from the force of his release as he holds you tightly, both of you panting heavily against each other.

"So fucking good," he murmurs, pressing gentle kisses to your face. "You did so well, baby. You always do." He carries you to the couch, collapsing onto it with you still impaled on his cock. Mingyu nuzzles into your neck, still buried deep inside you. "You listening?" he whispers playfully. "No more banning me. I can't stay away from this pussy."

He gives a small, exhausted thrust, causing both of you to moan softly. "You're addicting," he says with a satisfied sigh. "And I don't think it can resist me."