#dom male reader

[st4rrth0ughts]

Size difference with afab! Aventuirne… (may write later who knows)

He’s soo much shorter than you, I mean, you were his bodyguard, of course you had a bigger physique than most, but hell, you were taller than the doctor, how was he NOT supposed to think of so many things he wanted you to do to him?

He just wants you to pick him up, drag off his pants and shove two girthy fingers into his dripping cunt, using your other to pin both his arms above him as he struggles under you, his eyes wide as he moans desperately.

Push him onto your desk, his legs hanging over the ground, all helpless and pliant as you slam your cock into his pussy, his eyes rolling back as he drools and babbles about how much he wanted you to breed him, fuck him full till he can’t walk or think.

He just wants you to pick him up, push him against the wall, his legs dangling over the carpet as he’s fucked like a ragdoll, your finger pinching his clit so quickly he’s seeing stars as he cums and squirts over and over again.

Just… have your way with him when it’s just the two of you. He knows how much you love him struggling against you.

[godjustkys]

| mdni 18+

| SUPERNATURAL headcanons

please give requests.

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RATED: NSFW

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STATUS: You're already in a relationship.

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Request: none, I wrote it myself on February 23rd.

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Dean:

1 - He might not admit it, but god does he love being bent over;

2 - He is SO FUCKING LOUD. When he's on top, he mostly groans, occasionally moans, but when he's on bottom,, the whimpers, whines and moans that escape his mouth is unbelievable;

3 - Praise him and he's on his knees for you;

4 - If you EVER put on a cowboy costume and you have the cowboy boots on... he's hot and bothered the moment he lays his eyes on you;

5 - LOVES pulling on your hair during intercourse;

6 - If the two of you are having sex and he's overwhelmed, he'll grab a pillow to hold onto or grip the sheets;

7 - You two have fucked in the back of Baby.. per Dean's request.. (surprisingly.);

8 - Once, in the heat of the moment, you started facefucking Dean while he was giving you a blowjob and ever since that happened, it's been his favourite thing about sex;

9 - You manhandling him is his guilty pleasure;

10 - At the start of the relationship, Dean believed that it would kind of be a switch-switch situation during sex. When you fucked for the first time, Dean was riding you and his legs started shaking. At that moment, he was thinking about getting off of you, but when you grabbed his hips and made him ride you up until the end, he gave up on that thought.

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Sam:

1 - He is not loud at all. Sure, a couple moans here and there but it's mostly just heavy breathing or grunts. Unless he's overstimulated;

2 - Whenever he's horny, he won't make it clear to you. He just gets all grumpy and grouchy;

3 - Unlike Dean, when he's overwhelmed, he'll hold onto you. And he'll scratch the living hell out of your back;

4 - If you mess with his hair during sex, so much as pull on it, he will moan;

5 - Once, when Sam got back from a hunt with an unconscious Dean, you scolded him and he got hard. (involuntarily);

6 - Sam insisted on trying mirror sex - lo and behold, he had his face buried in the sheets for the majority of it (when you didn't hold his head up). Why? He was embarrassed;

7 - During a hunt, Sam got really grumpy. You had to do something about it because Dean's taunting demeanour would set him off immediately, so you just dragged Sam into the bathroom, when Dean was out, for a quickie. It worked wonders;

8 - You had a habit of not caring about shortness of breath when kissing, so when you first made out with Sam, he thought he was gonna pass out. (He was overreacting, he was nowhere close to passing out);

9 - He LOVES it when you're bold and straightforward, it turns him on so much;

10 - His whole body starts shaking due to pleasure if you focus on his chest and neck too much.

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Castiel:

1 - If he's in the mood for it, he won't tell you. He will just stare at you until you figure it out yourself;

2 - If there is a moment when Castiel doesn't put his hands on your chest or stare at it, consider it a miracle;

3 - He cannot comprehend why he can't form coherent sentences during intercourse. He says "it must be some kind of curse". In reality, he's just too into it to care enough about speaking properly, but he does not realize it;

4 - Castiel does not realize how much you being rough with him turns him on. Degrade him for a couple seconds and he's hard;

5 - During sex, he holds onto you so tightly with his hands that a lot of the time, they leave bruises. Once, he noticed them and asked what happened. When you told him that they were from him, he just looked at you confused and said: "I never hit you?";

6 - Even though you being rough riles him up a lot, he prefers soft and gentle sex.

7 - When the four of you, you, Sam, Dean and Castiel were riding in Baby (you and Cas in the back seat), you decided to just lay your head in Castiel's lap and get comfortable. He was your boyfriend after all. It was fine at first, you even closed your eyes. Then suddenly, Castiel pushed you off. You sat up looking at him puzzled. He just gave you glare as he looked out of the window and covered his crotch. (Inconvenient places to get hard #2);

8 - He knows how mad it drives you when he gives you that soft innocent look during sex, it just makes you want to go rougher on him;

9 - He once asked you to 'rail him' without knowing what it meant. When you explained it to him, he replied with "oh, okay. So will you?";

10 - He finds your hands (minus your chest) the most attractive thing in the world. He WILL stare at your hands during intercourse because he wants them on him 24/7.

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A/n: if you want any of these headcanons to be made into a oneshot, please let me know. <3

[alteriivik]

u said u needed reqs so....

guy who doesn't take nthn seriously and is ALLLL bold confidence and jokes ACTUALLY being the worlds most blushed, whimpy sub EVER™️ when confronted by m!reader

JUST A LITTLE JOKE | RAMBLES

a/n: yummy yummy, im eating this for dinner. i also may be hyperfixating over minho from maze runners.

warnings: sexual content!! public sex, fingering, handjob, degredation

blushy, whimpy sub known to be the jokester—always fooling around, always up to something, always causing a ruckus. Someone who can NEVER take anything seriously. Being scolded? looking at his friends and stifling his snickers, having an emotional moment? says a joke out loud, presenting his group’s work? jumbling up his words and laughing.

blushy, whimpy sub who seriously can’t keep his mouth shut. Like seriously, he says the most out-of-pocket things, yet somehow, that still entertains everyone. His voice is also noticeably loud, but even when he whispers, he’s just talking in a slightly lower voice. However, no one can complain about it because, in the end, he always finds a way for them to smile.

blushy, whimpy sub who’s causing a big stir at the back of the class during lunchtime. Then the topic turned to you, the calm and quiet kid almost everyone in the class admired—and he wasn’t better than them. When the topic of you was brought up, and everyone agreed that you were boyfriend material, he started joking about things. Things that may or may not have gone too far as he wanted the attention to stray away from you. Not so nice things.

blushy, whimpy sub who was pinned to the wall behind the bleachers. Sweat dripping down his forehead as he tried to explain that he was only joking and that he didn’t mean all that stuff, nervously fiddling with his jacket’s sleeve. He looked everywhere but you, having trouble making eye contact with you. And then you grabbed his chin, forcing him to look at you. A small whimper was heard; God, he was so embarrassed.

blushy, whimpy sub who tried his best to play it off. He tried his best to ignore what happened between you and him days ago, yet even as he causes a stir, even when he talks to those around him, and even when he sleeps, he can’t help but think about what happened. He swears to God that he feels like pulling his hair out. He groans out loud whenever he remembers, faces turning red and him covering his face again for the one-hundredth time.

blushy, whimpy sub who’s yet again confronted by you, this time about avoiding you—in a secluded alleyway after being dragged out of a nightclub. While he avoided you, the tension between you two grew, and, of course, your classmates noticed. The said classmates always find a way for the two of you to be together, whether paired assignments or presentations—it’s been a couple of weeks like that, and he’s also gone insane because of it. He KNEW this was going to happen sooner or later.

blushy, whimpy sub who got hard as soon as you started touching him. His face was already flushing with red from the proximity to you. And when your lips feverishly kissed his, saliva being exchanged as your tongue invaded his mouth, he felt himself growing, warming inside. Your hands traced and groped his sides, the goosebumps forming from your actions. He clung to you tightly, his hands shaky, and yet he had a vice grip on you while you pressed him harder against the wall. He can feel moans forming at the back of his throat, but you always swallowed it.

blushy, whimpy sub whose knees felt like buckling. Muffled whimpers and whines dragged out of his mouth. His eyes were hazily looking at how you pump his dick, your thumb pushing against his tip before your hand goes down to the base and slowly drags up. He shivers at the coldness of the air surrounding you two, his breaths shaky and uneven. He jolts at the feeling of your nail dragging against his dick, eliciting a pretty moan from his mouth. You just started playing with him, but he’s already putty around your hands.

blushy, whimpy sub that, just like his usual self, is loud. Two of your fingers were deep inside his hole, sliding in and out smoothly from the slick he provided with his cum. You press your hand against his mouth again, degrading him about how much of a slut he was for doing this outside. Your hush whispers of degrading words played a part in making his mind go fuzzier, his face growing warmer. His mind was fogged up; he could only muffle out tiny pleas and whines for you. He could barely think of anything else, just focusing on your voice as you add another digit in him. Fucking him deep with just your fingers and making him cum with the degrading words that seep through.

blushy, whimpy sub who has his underwear in his mouth, yet it still didn’t stop him from being loud. His eyes were unfocused, staring at nothing in particular—they rolled back through from a harsh thrust. His face pressed against the cold, rough brick walls, yet the brick’s surface only made him grow harder. He felt your hands gripping tightly on his hips, using them as leverage to thrust into him. His hardened nipples grazed against the rough surface from every thrust. He felt so warm, so fuzzy and warm, he could only imagine how good this felt.

blushy, whimpy sub who wakes up beside you. In your room, alone with you and naked with each other. You surprisingly greet him with a good morning kiss, gently caressing his hips as you press soft kisses on his hickey-littered neck. He lets out a soft whimper from your behavior, slightly confused about how he got here. He felt himself growing warm again, blushing both in embarrassment and in desire—letting out a groan before straddling you and going at it again.

You two might’ve forgotten that there was school that day but who cares at that point?

@alteriivik | do not steal

[scap34]

sub! bottom! sugarbaby! Toji x top! mean! manipulative! sugar daddy! sadistic! male!reader

warning: cussing, dirty talk, degrading, praising, sex

Fucking away your sugar baby’s bad habits <3

“A narcissistic, rude, temperamental,” you said grunting, rutting your hip against him with each word. Pistoning your cock into his warm hole, aiming right for his prostate sending him into a state of bliss. Cries and moans leaving his swollen lips. 

The defiance in his expression disappeared without a trace. He had no comeback other than sweet whining and begging to cum. 

“Slut,” you smirked and thrusted into him harder, bending him forward. His knees almost touching the mattress, calves trembling in your hold. You folded him, until his eyes met you, laying flat with his hole in the air. 

You grinned staring into his watery eyes. You weren’t even sure if that dumb whore could understand you, his eyes glazed over utterly pliant under your touch. 

Pressing your cock back into his loose hole you fucked him into the mattress, holding him roughly in position. Your eyes locked on his flushed, desperate face. 

You felt your orgasm building in your stomach, his pathetic cock twitching with pearly drops of precum. You wiped his pre cum up with your fingers and shoved it into his open mouth. He whined around your fingers, hot silky mouth immediately sucking on the digits. 

“However,” his pleasure addled mind must have registered something other than your cock fucking into his stomach. He looked up at you with a slight question. You could see a hint of trepidation behind the question. 

Fuck, it was prefect. Your sweet cock whore, so fucking worried about disappointing you. You could fuck it out of him. You will. 

You pull your cock out and slam it back into his hole. He gasped, his whole body trembling with pleasure. The question in his eyes disappeared, moans slipping out his mouth from around your fingers. 

“You take my cock so well, almost like,” you leaned in whispering against his ear. “You were made for it.” He whined and when he realized he couldn’t speak around your fingers, frantically nodded his head. His hole clung to your cock, as if he never wanted you to leave his body. 

You chuckled and continued your brutal pace, whispering degrading phases wrapped with praise. 

“Such a dumb bitch, only meant to be filled with cum. Gonna fill you up, baby. Nice and good. But you're still gonna come crying for my cock tomorrow aren’t you? Pathetic bitch. I should just keep my cock in you all the time.” 

Toji’s mind was filled with only two thoughts: yes and more. 

He was a broken mess of sobs and cut off whining. Saliva dribbled down his mouth, your fingers forcing his mouth open. 

He wanted to cum. He wanted to cum so fucking bad. He wanted you to cum in him, leave your mark deep in his guts.

Another deep thrust and you were cumming. He cried out as his own cock spurted out cum over you and his own stomach. His sharp teeth accidentally nipping your finger. 

Metallic blood, your blood, filled his mouth. He greedily sucked on your finger. You barely even felt the wound, pulling out your finger, you wiped your blood against his lips, painting them red like lipstick. 

He looked beautiful.

You pulled your cock out of him, watching it drip down his ass and onto his stomach. Smiling, you kissed his lips, lazily pulling back when you both ran out of air. 

“5 stars would fuck again.” He took a minute to process the statement. Then flushed darker than when you fucked him. 

You let his calves go with an affectionate squeeze. Rolling your shoulders, you reached over to the bed stand hiding a smirk. Pulling out your black card you held it out for him. “Good job. Go get yourself a treat.” 

You fucking piece of shit. He glared at the card then at your smug face. The effect of his glare was ruined by his cum covered body, the marks you left on his body and the way your blood stained his lips, smudged like lipstick. 

To you, he looked adorable like a wet kitten pretending to be tough. You held back your smile and frowned, urging him to take the card. 

“Well?” He glared at you harder, unconsciously tugging the sheets under him to cover his body from your cold impersonal gaze. The cum on his body, and sweat sticking to his skin, making him cold in a way he hadn’t felt. 

“Sorry,” his voice was hoarse, gruffer than usual. You didn’t feel threatened by his glare or him. His eyes were averted from yours, hands clenching the satin sheet as he sat up. 

It was clear he didn’t know what he was apologizing for. He just wanted your affection again. After sex wouldn’t you take care of him like before? He wanted to lay in your arms, spoiled and pampered under your touch, as you cleaned him up. 

He sucked in a deep breath and moved forward, crawling towards you with the grace of a big cat. He nuzzled his face against your hand and looked at your with a dependent gaze. 

“Take care of me?” Your baby exceeded your expectations. Your eyes widened briefly before you pulled him close to you. Kisses pressed into his hair, and all over his face. Your arms wrapped around him pulling him flush against your warm body. 

You had just wanted him to make him regret being a cold asshole, just a bit. Withholding aftercare and treating him like a prostitute seemed like a good idea. But Toji’s hurt eyes, begging for affection hit your heart.

“Yes. Fuck. I’m sorry. Love you. So fucking perfect.” You babbled as you smothered him with affection. He gladly leaned into your touch and wrapped his arms around your waist, burying his face in your neck. 

“Love you too.” He mumbled against your skin, breathing in your scent. Don’t ever leave him. You were his and he was yours.

[miguel-owhora]

Pls sir may I have some more Steven grant smut. I’ve been starved for many days and you are the only thing keeping me going.- ♌️

i need every moon knight to follow me n get me to 1k 🙏🔥

— 18+ , subbot!steven , domtop!mreader , anal sex , implied drug use (weed :3) , established relationship , sweet sex

:33

Maybe it's the weed in his system, but Steven swears he can feel every atom in your body melting with his. Or maybe it's the slow but deep thrusts against his prostate that's turning his brain to mush. Either way, it's a feeling that has him relaxed against his bed, feeling gooey and warm like a chocolate chip cookie fresh out the oven.

He feels you stop, abruptly, and makes a weak sound as he blinks from his thoughts to glance up at you. You're kneeling between his thighs, hands gripping them open with your cock nestled deep inside his hole. You're watching him, and he can't help but feel small.

"Wha's 'rong?" Steven slurs out, and he sees you take a deep breath before slowly rocking your hips. One particular thrust, your thick cockhead kissing his prostate, has him moaning just a tad bit louder with an arch of his back. He feels you lean closer to him, hunched over his body, your hand sliding from his thigh and up around his waist and around his back, to hold him closer. It raises Steven's hips off the bed, and gives you the opportunity to fuck him deeper.

"Nothin'," You murmured, tilting your head to press a sweet kiss to his jaw. You nestled your nose into his collarbone and breathed him in, his musk and sweetness, and give yourself a dare of licking his throat and then pressing another kiss to it. Steven all but crumbles in your hold, and you tighten it, holding him, supporting him, as he gave little toghr jerks as his pretty cock twitched and squirted out cum. It sprayed all over his belly, and he came with a teary moan, head thrown back, his ribcage peeking through his skin.

You traced it with your other hand and resisted the urge to bite it.

"Gorgeous," You murmur instead, and holding him tighter as you fucked him through his orgasm.

[queer-n-here]

brat taming chuuya when omg

hes literally begging for it with those SLUTTY ASS HIPS

djjchdjx

HE WANTS ME TO FUCK HIM BRO

-🦅

Mm-hmm, I agree with that one. He wants me to fuck him.

(Also, warning: The following content contains highly fatal visual depictions. Not for the weak of heart.)

This one's short by the way, hope y'all still like it.

Contents: Uhm... Chuuya Nakahara and the Unholy Fanart

Warnings: Smut, top male reader, biting, marking, overstimulation, gets a lil bit dubcon, nipple play.

[The fanart below is not mine, credits to the owner]

Fuck... Do you see it?

Do you see that gaze, leveled steadily to yours?

Chuuya knows what he wants, and he knows how to get it, that cheeky little slut, practically begging you to manhandle him against your bed till he can't breathe without your hands on him anymore.

And you're not one to deny him what he wants, are you?

So press him into that very fucking mattress, face down and ass up as he is, and pound into him, the loud ah-ah-ahs that spill from his mouth straight out of a porn vid.

Fuck Chuuya so hard you know he can't think of anything but the feeling of your tip against his walls. Fuck him so hard the only thing he can feel is your cock rearranging his insides.

Lean forwards and bite down on his shoulder, leave behind vivid marks on that skin of his, and he'll only tremble and moan and pant under you, hands clutching the pillow beneath him.

Or turn him around, pin his pale wrists to the bed and bully his sweet spot with your cock, abuse his nipples with your mouth. Leave marks everywhere on his body, so the next time he looks into the mirror he sees someone you own.

After some time, he'll start to get tired, his weak body trembling as you rip another orgasm from him. He'll regret it a little then, panting and huffing and trying his best to form words so that he can beg you to let him have a break. At the end of the day, it's all useless. Pay him no heed, hold his thighs apart and fuck him again and again, and again, till the only thing he can see and hear is you, the only thing he can feel is your cock, and the only thing he can smell is sex.

Grab his slutty waist, the one he was enticing you with, and pull him back every time he tries to pull away. Grip as hard as you like, leave the imprints of your fingers on him, he'll love every second of it even through his fatigue. Pull on his hair, and he'll whimper like a bitch in heat, face stained with tears at the constant abuse.

Chuuya's one slutty whore, but you know full well how to satiate him.

[wrioluvr]

『dumbass.』 slutty sub yandere x gentle himbo darling, male yandere x amab reader. pt 2

sub! yandere who likes to take advantage of your kind nature to fish for compliments. he would degrade himself in front of you, acting all self-loathing to get your attention. nothing compares to the rush he gets as you rush to comfort him, trying your best to make him feel better.

sub! yandere who gets so jealous when you're nice to anyone but him. true, that's one of the things he loves about you, but why do you have to be friendly to everyone? they're all sluts anyway, who only like you for your looks. he can't really be talking when he snuck a photo of your cock and had a dildo custom made to your size, thrusting it in and out of his tight hole whenever he's feeling especially lonely.

sub! yandere whose biggest fantasy is you fucking and spanking him until he can't walk. come to think of it, he's never really seen you angry, like ever. the idea of you upset with him is both terrifying and exciting, he doesn't want you to hate him, but also the thought of you hatefucking him is so... it's enough to make him feral. he's sure you have to have some pent up energy somewhere, he would gladly offer his body for you to abuse. he knows you would never ever consider hurting him, but one can dream, right?

"come onnn. let me give you head." he pleads, clinging onto your arm like it's a lifeline. his eyes prick with tears. much to his surprise, you're the one who gets on your knees, kneeling in front of him. "wait, what are you doing? i don't need you to please me first...." he starts to protest frantically, waving his hands about. "i thought you wanted to give me head? like...headpats?" "no, silly. head means i wanna suck your dick." "oh!" "speaking of headpats, can you pull my hair while i suck you off? like really hard, please." "i don't wanna hurt you, though-" "how many times do i have to say, you could literally murder me, and i would thank you." "...i don't think that's possible." "i'll find a way. so what i'm saying is, be as rough as you want. please." he gags on your length, relishing the feeling of it stretching the slick walls of his throat. no matter how many times he's done this, you always worry he'll hurt himself. "hey...you're okay, right?" you ask worriedly, stroking his hair. he responds by making eye contact with you, swirling his tongue around the tip of the head, eliciting a rather passionate response from you. "fuck, i'm gonna-" involuntarily, you grip his hair tighter and let out a load into his mouth. he came in his pants, too, from you merely tugging his hair a little forcefully. soft pants fill the room. this would be the perfect opportunity for them to degrade me right now, he thinks to himself. but you don't. instead, you take a tissue and dabble at the cum dripping down his chin, making sure to clean him up. he loves you and would never overstep your boundaries.... he just wishes you were a little meaner.

[shuosen]

gojo satoru x top! amab! reader

cw: slight degradation, hair pulling, blowjob (r), slight choking, slapping if you squint, overstim?, stomach bulge

there was a very, very thin line between lust and fear that many don’t realize they’ve traveled. they stand to wonder if the shivers that wrack their body are from desire, or terror. Gojo Satoru, is not afraid of anything. he is the strongest, he knows he is the strongest. his confidence and strength has gotten him to where he is today- where is he?

he wants to say he’s currently wooing a woman, that he’s in a fight, and of course winning, but he cant. he cant say he’s out doing badass shit- hell, he can’t say anything at all. not with your cock stuffed down his throat, pulsing veins pressing against his flat tongue that struggles to maneuver across the girth of your member.

his large, strong hands shake helplessly in the air before he lays them on his thighs, gripping the familiar texture of his uniform. his eyes twitch before shutting tight, attempting to keep the tears in his eyes from falling, because gojo satoru does not cry.

he’s struggling to keep it together and you chuckle with as much amusement as one can manage, watching him flinch when the tight hand in his hair tugs harder. he wonders if this is what fear feels like, because surely this powerful feeling dwelling in his stomach and producing full body reactions is not lust. surely he is not lusting this hard for his colleague, and his friend.

your predatory eyes glaze over as he chokes on your cock, and you grip his hair at his scalp, thrusting into his throat and you’re sure you’ve successfully made any and all thoughts flee from his mind.

“you liking this, baby? hm? does my cock in your throat feel good?”

the only response you get are gurgles and useless whines as your cock and his spit clog his mouth, and you just have to grin at your hard work, finding pride in reducing ��the strongest’ to a whore and a hole.

“thas’ right.. hu- fuck.” you mumble, rolling your hips into his mouth, listening as he chokes and gags each time your head presses into the back of his throat. It’s sloppy, he doesn’t know how to use his mouth for this kind of thing, but his throat closes around you with every gag and every sob he lets out, and he’s making you feel good even with no experience. you just think he is so pretty like this, face all red and messy, but you’re also sure he’ll be even prettier once you stretch him out and fill him up, and you know his noises will be music to your ears when you’re finally able to fuck him, so you pull out, taking advantage of his dazed state, listening to him sputter as you slap your cockhead on his lips.

“get up.” you order, grabbing his arm and aiding him to his feet, before shoving his face into the bed you were previously sitting on, listening as he gasps a deep breath. you waste no time grabbing both of his wrists with one hand while the other yanks his pants and underwear down to his thighs. the sudden movement makes him twitch in surprise, his fingers curling into his palms, a noise between a gasp and a groan leaving his lips as you manhandle his hips, moving him to your liking freely.

“shit, wait!” gojo stumbles over his words, trying to push his hips down and away from your hands, the snap sound of the lube cap somewhat ominous to his muddled brain.

“what?” you ask, bending yourself over his back, resting your chin against his shoulder and letting go of his wrists in favor of pulling his chin up from the bedsheets. “you want me to stop?”

he freezes at the question, something akin to a sob falling from his lips, because he didnt expect you to ask that and he sure as hell doesnt have an answer. if he says no, would that be stripping him of his pride? he’s a man with much dignity and little femininity. if he say’s no, he’s allowing himself to be fucked, which means he can no longer deny the lust and the longing for you, for your cock, but if he says yes, you’ll leave him here- his own member dripping and lonely, your burning touch fading from his body- and with a broken whine, he comes to the conclusion that the former is the better choice, letting himself go slack in your hold.

“no..”

“good boy.” you grin, and he flinches at the cold temperature of the lube pouring onto his hole.

it’s been hours- gojo thinks. hours since you first began prepping him, fingers sinking into his tight hole, stretching it beyond what he thought it could be, hours since you first sank into him, hours since your cock first grazed his prostate, and hours since his descent into becoming a brain dead cock whore began.

“A-auhhg! f-fuck! fuck!” He cries, his noises so loud that they almost drown out the slap of your hips against his ass and thighs, the reddening of them just one aspect of proof of how long you’ve been rutting into him. you wanted to be slow with him, treat him nicely and slowly unfold him beneath you, but these noises, seeing your cock disappear everytime you sink in, and the way his back arches was too good to resist.

you fucked into him harshly and deeply, your red, burning cock bruising his sweet spot with every sharp piston of your hips into his sloppy hole. he’s completely given up trying to save his image, the way he cries and moans and kicks as you take him is clear of that. he no longer cares about anything but you ruining his pretty, puffy hole.

the pace of your hips is so fast, and so rough that he cant register the difference between your thrusts in and your slides out, and he cant do anything but scream, his noises a mix of words, letters, and maybe your name.

through your own groans and puffs of air, you chuckle, something that sounds demeaning to his ears and he shrivels, a loud “n-no!” echoing through the small room, but neither of you know what he’s addressing.

“what’s wrong?” you huff, adjusting your grip on his waist, and leaning forward for a new angle. “HCK- Sh- Ughk!” he chokes, stuffing his face forward into the sheets and you click your tongue, moving your hand around, and pulling him up along with you by his neck, your fingertips squeezing the sides.

“i asked you a question, toru. you too fucked out to answer me properly?”

his breathing is heavy and labored and you laugh at his pathetic state once again. “whatever,” you mumble, letting go of his neck, allowing his upper body to fall onto the bed. “jus’ means im doin’ a good job.”

you grin, pressing a hand down on his back harshly, forcing an arch as you continue to rut into his sloppy hole. gojo yelps under you, his milky thighs shaking with the effort of holding his hips up, his hands gripping onto the sheets beside his head as if they’ll run away. you’re sure he’s cum multiple times untouched now, but every man wants pleasure on his dick, and maybe it was an act of mercy, or maybe it was just your evil mind, but you reached under him, squeezing his cock in your hold, beginning to jerk him off.

at the first feathery touch of your hand, gojo screamed, jolting forward, his legs kicking upwards, desperate hands trying to push yours away from his sensitive, leaking dick as you pound into his hole and jerk him off at the same time. “s-no! shit! cant!”

“you can.” your sentence is punctuated by a slap on his ass and his whole body jumps, his shoulders shaking as he curls into himself, and he looks small.

your thumb rubs over his tip continuously, and his hips buck so harshly your forced to let go, and your hand brushes over his stomach, feeling something that makes your hips stutter, almost pausing in their ministrations.

“fuh-fuck.. ‘toru, no way.” you laugh, bringing him up so his back is flush with your chest and you peer over his shoulder, delivering one deep, harsh thrust into him, confirming the cock bulge in his defined stomach.

a groan erupts from your throat, and theres no time wasted before your pressing him into the bed with your back and your hips, fucking his hole again, but this time- your sly hands rub his stomach, before pressing down with force, right where your cock is, and gojo squeals, his voice high pitched, desperate and messy like a common street whores.

the sound tips you over, your pace slowing, and gojo, as spent as he is, breathes a sigh of relief, taking deep breathes in, before pressing his hand against your abdomen, trying to push your cock out.

“oh? we aren’t done so soon..”

please like and reblog to show your support! this is my first piece of writing, and english is my second language, so i’m a little worried about how its come out. thank you! <3

[l1tw1ck]

stumbling into a cave coincidentally on the day the local beast is in heat...

top male reader x bottom male monster

cw: size difference, first time bottoming, breeding kink

The beast's saliva drips down onto your body in globs, it's strong hands holding you down onto the cool cave floor. It ruts against you, frotting against your cock desperately. Obviously this beast thinks it's going to fuck and breed you but you don't have any intentions of letting that happen. You've dealt with monsters before, ones bigger and stronger than this one. You can overpower it easily and you'll do just that.

The beast whimpers as your positions are reversed, his world being opened up to a new perspective as he soon finds out he doesn't have to be the one on top. He howls in pleasure as your fingers skillfully stretch open his ass. It's just your fingers inside him and he's already losing it. To think it was blind to such pleasure all this time, it makes it so much more eager to take your cock. He's so much bigger than you, he could crush you at any moment and yet here he is. Completely subdued. At your mercy and begging for more. Turns out that this big, scary, and powerful monster is really just a slut.

A great beast like this should never be in a position like this, with it's legs high in the air and it's monstrous cock flopping uselessly against it's stomach, but there's no way it can bother to uphold that principle now. Not when your cock is making him feel so fucking good. He should be ashamed for letting such a small human do this but he's not. How could he when you're giving him so much pleasure? Maybe it's the elders who are wrong, clearly this monster was meant to be bred like the good little whore he is.

He won't get pregnant but he's more than happy to be fucked like he will

[st4rrth0ughts]

I’m down so bad for dr ratio it’s insane… his biceps… his thighs… I need him so so bad

- 🪽🪽

ah shittt

man imagine just fucking him, pinning his strong form down onto the bed until he can’t think of anything elsee

his eyes are all hazy and glazed over as he struggle to try and figure out just how long you’ve been fucking him

he’s such a cutie

[brenbofen]

Don’t cry, Hydro dragon! ♥︎

Sub Neuvillette x Dom AMAB Reader

Broadcaster Message - dragonss……oughhhh. need me a needy dragon boyfriend. sorry both of my works for Neuvillette ended with bath sex, obsessed with the idea of carrying a tired n sore neuvillette to a bath and letting him cock warm ans sleep against you you while you wash him.

Notes 🗒️ - Sub Neuvillette, Dom AMAB Reader, Genshin Leaks?, Pet names (Dove), Anal penetration, Reader is big, Belly Bulge, Dacryphilia, Cockwarming, Reader is strong enough to lift Neuvillette, Needy Neuvillette, Probably OOC Neuillvette, Short-ish? Let me know if I missed anything!

!! Not Proof Read !!

“It’s beginning to rain, dove. Wonder why that is?”

You laughed as you looked away from the windows and down at your boyfriend Neuvillette. His body trembled as you pushed your dick deeper and deeper into him, tears prickling in his eyes. He sniffled once you got only half your length within him, pitifully clawing at the blankets beneath him in an attempt to ground himself. You hummed, leaning down and kissing Neuvillette softly, dragging your hand up his chest, grinning against his lips when you felt him squirm as you fully sheathed yourself within him.

You pulled away, gently squeezing Neuvillette’s stomach, admiring the small lump that formed on his stomach. Neuvillette glanced down at it then threw his head back, letting out a pitiful sigh once his head hit the plush of his pillows.

You hummed as you looked outside and saw the dark clouds dissipate, glancing over and seeing the tears on Neuvillette’s face drying. You leaned down and kisses Neuvillette, mumbling against his lips, “I’m gonna start moving, dove. Alright?” Neuvillette nodded, letting out a groan when he felt you begin to thrust in and out of him.

His hands flew to your neck, nails digging crescent moon marks into your flesh as he felt your fat dick drag along his walls. “W-wait! It hurts— AhhHHh—“ You sunk your teeth into Neuvillette’s neck, giving him something to distract from the pain of you stretching him out. He let out the sweetest whimpers as your dick rubbed against his prostate, tears beginning to prickle in his eyes again.

You loved when your dove cried, and you especially loved how rain would always follow when he shed tears. You moved up to kiss Neuvillette’s cheeks, gently rubbing his cheeks to wipe his tears. “Y-your- hahHHhhh—“ Neuvillette hiccuped when he felt you begin to thrust faster, hands trembling against your neck. “Yo—u’re s’ bigg- Mhmm-“ Neuvillette drew his words out, speech slurred and sentences just barely coherent.

You chuckled against Neuvillette, feeling him clench tightly around you, tears spilling down his cheeks. “I know you can take me, dove.” You gently ran a hand through Neuvillette’s hair, “You’ve done it before.” Neuvillette let out a shaky breath at your words, thighs trembling around you as he pushed his hips against you. You loved how quickly he fell apart beneath you, crying and hiccuping the moment you began touching him.

The only sound within Neuvillette’s room was his moans and sobbing paired with harsh rain thudding against the window. You dragged your hands down Neuvillette’s body, softly cooing at him as he cried and cried. “Pleashh- You’re too b-ig! ‘s too muchh!“ Neuvillette cried as he tugged on your hair, fat tears rolling down his cheeks as you pounded into him. You didn’t say anything just kissing his face, mumbling soft praises and affirmations as you were balls deep within Neuvillette.

No matter how many times Neuvillette took your dick he could never get used to it, you were so impossibly large and stretched him out so much, he couldn’t help but cry! But he loved how close you were, if he went too long without you beside him he’d cry even harder. You both knew he was an emotional man.

Through gritted teeth Neuvillette tried so suppress his whines when he felt you release in him, reaching his orgasm shortly after. His body shook as you massaged his hips, allowing him to grind against you and ride out his high. “I told you you could take it.” You grinned at Neuvillette, the man just sighing and pressing his hands to his face.

You clicked your tongue as you glanced outside once again, “The rain stopped.” Neuillvette looked outside as well, taking his shaky hands from your neck to wipe his tears, breathing returning to normal and body ceasing it’s trembling. “We should clean up.” Your tone was flat as you turned to Neuvillette, seeing an adorable pout form on his face. You attempted to pull out, but Neuillvette wrapped his legs tightly around you, straining to sit up and wrap his arms around your neck once again.

“Please don’t pull out.”

You sighed as you stared at Neuvillette, having to fight the smile tugging at your lips as he clung to you and pressed his face into your neck. “Alright.” You shrugged and hooked Neuvillette’s legs over your hands, lifting him and carrying him out of his room and down the hall to a bathroom. Thankfully no one was inside of his home at the moment other than the two of you.

You carefully set Neuvillette into the bathtub and began to run the water, hand under it to test the temperature. “This fine?” Neuvillette escaped his daze from your words and stared at you with a cloudy gaze before slowly nodding, swirling the water with his hand. You tilted your head, watching as Neuvillette looked so sad in the water, then you heard the rain.

You hummed, leaning on the edge of the tub and running a hand through Neuvillette’s hair. “What’s wrong, dove?” Neuvillette looked up at you, pointed ears twitching as he thought, straining to form coherent sentences in his tired mind. “I asked you to not pull out.”

You stared at Neuvillette for a moment before bursting into laughter, the man flushing bright red at the sight. You wiped tears from your eyes as you regained your composure, smiling softly at Neuvillette, “So that’s what it is?” You made a ‘tsk’ sound before getting up and stepping into the bath, turning Neuvillette so he was facing you, legs now straddling your lap. “You’re so needy, y’know that?” Neuvillette just huffed as he clambered into your lap and lined himself up with your dick. Thankfully he was still stretched out from earlier, so there wasn’t much pain, just a small hiss from Neuvillette as your tip pushed past his hole.

You hummed as Neuvillette situated himself on your lap, Neuvillette letting out a satisfied sigh when he got your full length inside of himself. “You complain I’m too big, but get upset when I’m not in you?” You grinned at Neuillvette, the man rolling his eyes at your teasing tone. He pressed his face into your neck, humming when your hands found a home within his hair.

“Let’s clean you up now, yeah?”

[demovamp]

breeding jjk men (ft. satoru, nanami, choso, & sukuna)

cws – gn!amab!reader, breeding kink, ftm!characters, mentions of pregnancy/belly swelling, sukuna lactates, nanami & choso might be ooc, written at 2am, not proofread, lowercase intended

SATORU GOJO :

with satoru, it's a slip of tongue. it could've come from either of you, but in the high of pleasure, all you two cared about was the fact that the word “breed” had made it's way into the air. so, you did what any reasonable person would do;

you grabbed satoru's hips and lifted them off the bed, pushing your dick further into him. your dick plunged into him at a fast, desperate pace. satoru kept his legs spread as best he could for you. his moans and pleas were loud and desperate.

“please, [name]! oh, fuck! right there! fuck me full! don't stop! i want to be fucking leaking your cum… breed me, please. make me a dad, [name].”

and who are you to deny your pretty sorcerer what he wants?

NANAMI KENTO :

nanami is a different story. he doesn't even know he likes the idea of being bred until it slips out of his mouth. he's so composed and together in the beginning, but, fuck him long enough, and he starts telling you all his fantasies. it started with you pulling his hair, then choking him with his tie, then fucking him on his car… bredding, though, is unexpected.

“[name], [name]... i can't - hah… i need more. i need you to cum in me. make me a dad, get me pregnant.”

your hips abruptly stop, dick still buried in his warm hole. you lean over your lover, touching his cheek. “you want a baby?” you whisper. nanami only nods. the look in his eyes show he's still hazy with pleasure, but coherent enough to make such a demand.

it doesnt take long before you're pounding imto him again, condom discarded somewhere. despite the rough pace, you're holding nanami's hands and kissing him repeatedly. “you're taking me so well, love. fucking made for me. you're gonna be an amazing dad. promise.”

CHOSO KAMO :

choso is shy about it. he brought it up because he wanted to experiment from a story he read. he surprises you by laying in bed, naked with his legs spread, pussy on display. a shakily written ‘breed’ and an arrow pointing between his legs were on his stomach. the sight made you chuckle. “you're adorable, cho.” you whisper, kissing him sweetly as you prep him with your fingers. it's only a few minutes later until choso is falling apart on your dick.

“mmph! ah, ah, ah… i… so fast… oh my – ah! [name], [name]... i'm – so good. i like it. i love it. i love you. i love you, i love you…” his confession only spurs you on, thrusting into him rapidly. “i love you, too.” you murmur, wandering kisses landing on his skin gently.

SUKUNA RYOMEN :

sukuna… is a stubborn bastard. no matter what position he's in, he's making demands. he likes just about anything during sex and he'll make it known. this time is different. you found out a secret of his – sukuna lactates. it was an accident, really. you grabbed at his pecs and gave a little squeeze. milk spurted out from his nipple and landed on his chest.

sukuna wasn't embarrassed. more so, pissed off. he was about to say something when you squeezed again, watching more milk dribble out from his nipple. a small whine escaped his mouth at the sensitivity.

no words were said as you resumed your movements, fingers playing with his nipples, watching more and more milk come out.

“awh… look at you. a needy whore spilling all this milk. such a shame it's going to waste…” you coo at him, slowly brushing your thumb over his leaking nipple. “maybe i should get you pregnant. stuff you full, watch your belly swell with my kids…” you smirked at sukuna, watching him break under you with every thrust. “you'd like that, wouldn't you?” he hissed, attempting to give you a look of hatred. problem is, sukuna's eyes always betray him during sex. his usual pissed off expression is contradicted by the haze in his eyes and the redness of his face.

“well? go on then.” he muttered afyer a few moments of silence. his legs spread slightly more, letting your dick push deeper into him. "if you insist."

[queer-n-here]

CUDDLING WITH RANPO AFTER A ROUGH SESSION? MAKE IT SUUUPER FLUFFY PLEEEASE

-Take your time (⁠人⁠ ⁠•͈⁠ᴗ⁠•͈⁠)

Two of y'all asked for the same thing, so here we are! Hope y'all like it!

Contents: Post-coitus Ranpo x Reader.

Warnings: Mentions of sex but no actual sex, fluff. Does contain certain words.

As you pulled out of Ranpo and collapsed beside him, you turned to look at the genius detective.

His face was red, his eyes wide and pupils blown out, his breath coming in short pants that made his chest heave. There was a puddle of cum on him stomach, and another where his pale thighs, marked red and blue by your hands and mouth, met. His hands, that had been all but digging into your flesh just a second ago, were limp at his sides, and his face was wet with tears.

You leaned forwards, and placed a soft kiss on Ranpo's forehead, and laid back down to catch your breath. You entwined your fingers with Ranpo, knowing full well he was in subspace. You turned your head to look at him, your gaze so full of love it was the human equivalent of puppy dog eyes.

Once you'd caught your breath, you rolled over to lay on your side to watch him.

"Ranpo?" You called to him, voice husky and slightly hoarse. "You okay, baby?"

He didn't respond, but from the way he weakly squeezed your hand, you knew the answer.

"Mn," You raised your other hand to caress his cheek softly. "I'll go prepare a bath, okay?"

You left him on the bed, surrounded with the scent of sex and the messes of the two of you. As you filled up the bathtub in the bathroom, you dipped your hand into the water to monitor the temperature of the water.

Once the tub was full, you went back to the room to gently lift Ranpo up from the dirty bed, murmuring sweet praises into his ear as he wrapped his arms around your neck. You carried him to the bathtub, setting him down gently in the water.

Tucking a strand of his dishevelled hair behind his ear, you said, "I'll go change the sheets, okay? Be right back."

True to your words, you were back before long. As you settled down in the bathtub behind Ranpo, legs on either side of his waist, he leaned backwards to put his back against your chest.

You smiled, wrapping your arms around him and letting him entwine his fingers with yours.

A comfortable silence settled between you two.

Then, "[Name]?"

"Yeah, baby?" You placed a chaste kiss in the crook of his shoulder.

"Thank you," His voice was small, his words a low murmur.

You couldn't help but chuckle. "For what?"

"Just..." Ranpo sighed. "Everything in general."

"Mn," You smiled. "I love you, Ranpo."

[rodolfoparras]

Don’t cry over spilled milk (or do)

Pairing: The Milkman x Male reader

Content warnings: 18+, anal fingering, Francis is one vocal fellow

Thinking about Francis Mosses who’s always been considered the perfect top, mostly because of his size- getting to bottom for the first time in his life.

Down on all four, with his ass in the air big fat cock uselessly hanging between his legs, and feeling himself flushing red from being in such a vulnerable position.

Besides the embarrassment brewing in his gut, he feels restless just laying like that , so used to being able to see what his partner is doing to him, now he can only rely on the feeling of your two thumbs prying his cheeks apart, and exposing the sensitive flesh to the cold air.

Goosebumps raise across his skin, a sharp breath escapes his lips and he can feel the impatience growing inside of him. “Come on come come on just hurry up!,” he hisses out, feeling even more vulnerable from the way your gaze seems to be burning into the pink flesh of his ass.

“Patience love” you say, hand firmly landing on his cheek, and as much as he’s embarrassed to say it, the action manages to silence him.

His dark eyes glare down at the bright white sheets, thumbs fiddling with the loose threads of it, trying to ignore how his face must be as red as the cheek you just slapped while you freely ogle at him.

“Anybody told you that you look pretty like this hm?” You say, thumbing curiously at his puckered rim, but not adding enough pressure to push your finger inside him.

Another wave of embarrassment washes over him, and he feel the urge to cuss you out with every curse word to exist in the English language but he knows but he knows by doing so you, you’ll further prolong this.

So he clears his throat, swallows down his pride before he mutters the word “No,”

A contended hum escapes your lips, your hot breath washing over his skin and this time he knows your face is just a hair away from his puckered rim. “Well you are,” you say, words as firm as your grip on him. “So so pretty”

And you’re so so close yet so far away.

He clears his throat again, swallows the last bit of pride in him before he utters the words “Please just please-“

“What is it sweetheart? What do you want hm?” You say, amusement clear in your voice. He can even feel the way the tip of your nose drags along his bottom half, doing everything and anything in your power to wind him up and he doesn’t know how much more he can take before he combust.

“Please just please fuck me!” He cries out, tears threatening to spill from his glassy eyes but all the air is suddenly punched out of his lungs when you slip the tip of your finger inside.

There’s a slight sting that comes with the stretch, body momentarily tensing as you carefully work your finger inside him”Oh! Oh oh fuck!”

“Francis? You okay?” You say, carefully massaging the pink flesh.

With each brush of your finger tip; the burning sensation dulls a bit and he feels himself relax back onto the sheets, a soft hum rolling off his tongue before he manages to properly answer you. “Good, it’s good,” he hums out, as he further relaxes into your touch.

Eventually the stinging sensation completely subsides and he starts feeling empty with only your fingertip inside. “More, please more,” he grunts out hips subconsciously buck up into your hand.

“Such a demanding little thing” you say to him as a chuckle escapes your lips but you don’t waste a second working your finger deeper inside of him til you’re buried knuckles deep, and tactically grazing the wall of nerves that sends sparks of pleasure through his body, specially down to his dick.”Mmph-God! Just- ah just like that”

This isn’t something he’s felt before, your touch feels ever so intoxicating especially when your calloused finger grazes the sensitive wall of nerves and before he realizes what he’s doing he finds himself begging for more, greedy as ever and drunk on pleasure.

It doesn’t take much before you fulfill his wish, pushing two fingers past his puckered rim, the stinging sensation briefly returning , as he gets used to the feeling of having two thick digits inside of him. “Come on sweetheart, you can take it yeah? I know you can” he hears you say, familiar word spilling past your lips and for a brief seconds he imagines the times he’d been the one to say it when he had someone under him.

Eager to prove himself, he starts fucking himself back onto your digits, something that starts off slow as he gets used to the stretch before he increases the pace. “Ugh fuck - fuck feels so so good yes yes yes!!”

By this point he doesn’t register when you work a third finger inside of him, only registering the fullness that comes with it and the way your hand slides between his legs, gently palming his ballsack

“Look at you love, haven’t even fucked you yet you’re already so close to cumming,” You say , puncturing every word with a thrust to his prostate while tugging at his hard and weeping dick.

Francis couldn’t care less about the fact that you’re taunting him, couldnt care less about how pathetic he looks like this, all he can care about is how every thrust - every stroke, has him inching closer to his orgasm.

“Please oh god please -“ He cries out, begs and pleads sounding something akin to a mantra, fingers practically digging holes into the mattress and the muscles in his thighs cramping up from how hard he’s fucking himself onto your hand.

It doesn’t take much before he feels his toes curl, pulse roaring in his ears as a wave of hot white pleasure washes over him.

“Ah ah God ‘m cumming ‘m cumming please-“ he cries out, feels himself spill all over the sheets and his thighs, body shaking as you continue to milk his cock.

“Stop- stop, please.” He finally slurs out, once there’s nothing but pathetic spurts of cum coming from his cock, hand blindly pushing you away from him before he finally slumps down onto the mattress.

Exhaustion creeps up his bones, eyelids feeling heavier than ever and all of a sudden he feels himself fading away in the dream land.

“Ah, ah ah,” he hears you say, the sound of your sharp voice snapping him awake. “We’re not done here,”

[deadpandom]

Sensitive! Gojo who can barely resist cumming all over himself when you get a hand on his cock. Hips bucking,head thrown back,eyes barely visible over a simple touch on his cock.

Sensitive! Gojo, who cries out when your finger brushes over the head of his flushed cock. Mewls spill out of his open mouth while you tease him.

Sensitive! Gojo who pants like a dog while you rub your palm over the the flushed mushroom head of his cock,quickly bringing him to the edge.

Sensitive! Gojo who cums loudly when you suddenly speed up your strokes,fucking up into your hand as he sobs and writhes through it.

Overstimulated! Gojo who chokes out a whine and paws at your hand,wordlessly begging you to stop as you keep stroking his cum soaked dick.

Overstimulated! Gojo who twitches and curses while you torture his dick to hardness again,tears welling up in his eyes as his cock gets painfully hard again.

Overstimulated!Gojo who babbles out pleads and promises as he is taken to the edge again and again,abs flexing while he cums for the third time.

Overstimulated! Gojo who is fucked dumb while his cock weakly twitches as he approaches his fourth orgasm. He cries out as he shoots blanks, his eyes nearly crossed, and his head empty.