#feral!reader

[luludeluluramblings]

A meme for feral basis if I may:

*babies first kidnapping*

Criminals: "We have you're daughter now give us 12 million or she dies."

Bruce: *sweats* "WhIcH dAuGhTeR!?

Criminal 1: *describes feral mc whose actively biting through her restraints*

Bruce: Good luck! *laughs and hangs up*

Criminal 1: What the?! dang kid your dad must hate-

*notices they're gone*

Criminal 2: Where I'd she go?!

*They hear feral laughter from everywhere*

Criminal 3: She's in the walls. SHES IN THE WALLS!!

Mc: *Appears behind them like the undertaker* Boo!

Criminals: *horrified screams*

Actually this is baby's third kidnapping.

The first kidnapping Feral!Reader was on their best behavior. They had just moved to Gotham and the whole family had been pounding into their head that they needed to behave and show some decorum.

So Feral!Reader managed to keep all intrusive thoughts under control that one incident.

Bruce (and the rest of the family) freaked the fuck out. Their little abomination was kidnapped for ransom. They're monstrosity had some thugs holding a gun to their head.

Of course, Feral!Reader doesn't flinch or anything. They stay very mindful and demure.

After the whole incident, Feral!Reader does get grazed with a stray bullet. But, they were so excited that they did such a good job even if Bruce was in cardiac arrest from the possible close call.

Bruce makes the decision then and there that Feral!Reader is allowed to go ape shit ONLY when kidnapped.

Which leads us to the second kidnapping. Well, attempted. The idiots tried to kidnap Feral!Reader from a gala. High society has given Bruce so much space since.

☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️

*Goons break into Gala to hold everyone hostage and steal shit*

*Villain of the week monologging *

*Bat Fam hidden in various locations around the Gala with com-links*

Bruce *hidding in a closet* : Who's on patrol tonight?

Barbara *in the BatCave* : Jason, but he's twenty minutes away.

Damian *Under one of the tables* : We can take them.

Stephanie *By the dessert table* : Not if we want people to ask questions.

Duke *back at the manor* : I can maybe swing it in fifteen if I use the Bat mobile.

Damian: Now who wants to drive it?

Tim *stuck with a group of investors getting their luxury watches stolen* : Shut up you two.

Jason *Driving on his motorcycle* : I'm on my way. Cass can be my backup.

Bruce: Good, we can manage until-

Dick *at a random table* : Feral!Reader vanished on me!

Stephanie: How did you lose them?!

Bruce: Does anyone have visual on them?

Damien: No, but I have a bad feeling.

Barbara: I'm pulling up security footage of the venue.

Jason: I'm booking it.

Duke: I'm heading to the Cave to suit up.

Tim: Wait, I think I saw them. Their by the buffet table.

*Feral!Reader ginning manically while they steal the fuel pots from the food warmers.*

Tim: Oh, that's not good.

Bruce: What's not good?

Tim: Babs, get the fire department on speed dial.

*Feral!Reader manged make a pipe bomb with a few things they found. Then used some random fabric they ripped from their clothing hog tie the villain and their goons.*

Villain: You little bitch!

Feral!Reader: Don't call bitch or you ain't gonna like what I do to you!

Villian: Do your worst, bitch!

Feral!Reader: Bet.

*Feral!Reader proceeds to procure a bottle of maple syrup and a fire ant farm before shoving both objects down the villains pants.*

Feral!Reader: My cousin once said that this was a good hack to make your dick bigger.

*Villain screaming.*

*Goons screaming cause the ants are getting on them too.*

*Gotham elite looking in horror.*

Bruce: ...

Bruce: Well, I'm sure this was just a one time incident.

*It was not.*

Tim: Someone needs to check on that cousin…

[arcane-vagabond]

I love Tarzan! Reader, but imagine her with Jane! Bob or Bradley 😭 i could just imagine the flustered mess bob would be

Poor Bob would be so flustered around her 😭😭😭

I think Reader would be ALLLLLLLLL over him, and Bob would NOT know what to do with himself because 1) He doesn’t want to take advantage of her. She doesn’t know what she’s doing, and it wouldn’t be right to take advantage of her naivety. 2) She has no concept of privacy and tries to undo his pants right there in the middle of camp in front of EVERYONE.

“Darlin’, please,” he begs her, detaching her hands from his belt. She pouts up at him, batting her eyelashes at him.

“Want, please,” she states simply, making to grab at him again. Bob flushes at the sound of the snickering coming from all around him.

“Darlin’, let’s go talk in my tent, yeah?” He utters, tugging on her hands gently to lead her away from the group and towards his tent. He can explain to her in private why she can’t be doing things like that. Several whoops and hollers come from around him as he starts to lead her off, and his cheeks shine a bright shade of crimson while you look like the cat who just got the cream.

Now Bradley on the other hand, would be a lot more willing to acquiesce to you, I feel like. He’s told you that sex and other activities are just between you and him, and you nodded your understanding.

So when the two of you are sitting around the campfire with the other expedition members, Bradley is all too aware when your body language changes.

You’re sitting on his lap, curled up under a blanket and watching as Bradley and the others laugh at a joke you don’t understand, but the feeling of Bradley’s body moving underneath you is enough to get you going.

You shift so that you’re straddling his lap, pressing your nose against his neck as you cling to his shoulders. Slowly, subtly, you begin to rock your hips against his, pressing a searing kiss to that spot just below his ear. Bradley’s breath catches in his throat as his hands tighten on your hips.

“Honey,” he warns lowly, the timbre of his voice sending a shiver up your spine that has you purring in delight. You nip at the same spot, causing Bradley to choke on a moan that he attempts to cover up with a cough. He pulls you back, fixing you with a stern look as you bat your eyelashes at him in faux innocence. He stares at you for a moment, considering before turning his attention to the group.

“She’s tired,” he announces easily, moving you to stand. “I think we’re gonna turn in for the night.”

[anime-b1tch19]

I will not be the same when these get animated I apologize for who I will become 🙏 (made by me)

[sugarwarachan]

mornings with bakugou - mdni

if there’s one thing bakugou katsuki guarantees, it’s getting you off at least five times a night

so it’s safe to say you’re exhausted the next morning, limbs heavy, face pressed into the pillow. it’s a point of pride for him, actually, fucking you that good that you’re sprawled out on his bed, little bit of drool hitting the pillowcase, while he’s out making you breakfast

he loves taking care of you, would never in a million years admit it to anyone but you, but that possessive side of him revels in being the person you depend on

wakes you up with a raspy, “made ya a coffee, lazy girl,” while peeling the covers away from your body and picking up your sleep-heavy body to tuck it against his

practically fucking purrs when you wrap your arms around his neck and start peppering his face and throat with sleepy kisses. “needy for me already, baby?”

makes you work yourself up against his thigh, flexing the muscle just right so your sleep shorts are riding in between your folds and bunching up at your clit, satisfied smirk on his face at the cute little whines you make as you cum

makes you eat your breakfast after and then makes you cum on his dick all over again

[deunmiu-dessie]

!reader who decides that they want to try being on top for once and anchors their small hands on ghost's chest, bouncing sloppily on his cock and whimpering at his praise. “that’s it. good girl, just like that.” !reader who pants in small, short puffs, cheeks flushing red and legs cramping. !reader whose movements start to get slower just when they're on the brink of cumming. “ i c-can't, m’tired, si.” bf!simon who rumbles deep in his chest at your whiney complaint, "ah, fuckin' hell." bf!simon who grabs the fat of your hips and fucks up into you, hard and fast, gravelly voice mocking. "look at you, can't even fuckin' ride me properly." bf!simon who simpers at your scrunched up face and bleary eyes, mouth open to let out pitiful sobs. "m' sorry, d-daddy--mmn!" he chuckles softly, "'s alright, pet. " ˙ᵕ˙

˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺�� - 𝒸𝓁𝒾𝒸𝓀 𝓂𝑒! ⁽ nsfw ⁾

[sukunasteeth]

Sukuna has never said no to you.

It didn’t matter what the request was, simple or complicated, easy to fix or a days-long job, Sukuna was always at your side, completing the task as fast as he needed to to keep you satisfied. He would love to deny it, you’re sure, but evidence proves time and time again that he puts your needs and wants at the top of his priority list. 

And you were curious how far you could go with it.

The two of you are sitting in your underwear at the breakfast nook, warming yourselves in the bay window while the morning sun starts on the leftover night time chill. It wasn't quite time for breakfast, still too early for the both of you. In the meantime, you sip on your morning brews, preserving the comfortable silence. Sukuna is flipping through the day's newspaper, his eyes are groggy with sleep and he hasn't said more than a handful of words to you yet. He wasn't a morning person.

You were starting to change that.

"Kuna," You call to him, nudging him with your foot from your corner of the window bench.

"Hmm?" He doesn't look up from the paper, but his hand reaches down and grabs your foot, pulling it into his lap. His thumbs start to subconsciously knead at your muscles.

"I want these." You hold up your phone, which you had previously been scrolling through in an attempt to find something ridiculous for this exact moment. You were sure you had found it, something even Sukuna would find unnecessary. 

And yet, he merely glances at your screen, takes in the sight for all of two seconds, and then returns his attention to whatever news article he was in the middle of.

"My wallet's on the counter." He clears the sleep from his throat not sparing a second look. 

You blink at him in surprise.

"D-Did you even see what it is?" You flip your phone around to make sure you were displaying the correct thing. 

Sukuna is frowning before he looks up again, curious at your persistence. He gently cups your hand, bringing it only a minuscule amount closer to examine your screen a second time. 

You were on one of the most luxurious brand’s websites, showing him an incredibly regular pair of panties, no straps, no details, all black- with one of the most outrageous price tags you had ever seen for something so ordinary. 

Sukuna cocks a brow at you over your phone, "Can't imagine you need more panties when you're constantly stealing my boxers. But whatever, hand it over. I know my card number-"

"Kuna," You interrupt him with a surprised laugh, holding fast to your phone when he tries to pluck it out of your hands, "they're a thousand dollars."

He glances back, his eyes focusing lower on the screen where you know the price tag to be. The newspaper in his hands drops down, momentarily forgotten by what he sees. For a moment, you think you've found his limit.

"Wait, are those red one's assless?" He points just below the price, where the recommended products are depicted. "Get those too."

You drop the phone down so that he meets your eyes, which are wide with shock.

Sukuna always took care of you. Always insisted on being the provider of any single thing that you may need; a warm meal, a soft bed, anything your eyes twinkled at that was available for purchase- even if you would never think of buying or owning it. Granted, you never wanted much in terms of material possessions, so you didn't realize the true extent of Sukuna's leniency until now.

It was slightly intimidating, and part of it felt wrong. Sukuna had money, plenty of it, but that didn’t mean he should feel the need to spend copious amounts of it on you just because you could ask him to. He was giving you too much power, it felt like.

You huff through your nose, frowning at him, which only has him tilting his head further to the side in question.

You ignore it, setting your phone onto the window seat and crawling your way closer to him, until you can gather up his face in your hands and lock his gaze into yours.

He glares at you past smushed cheeks, but doesn't make a move to break free of your hold, humoring you. "The hell are you doing-"

"You know you don't always have to say yes to me?"

Now that has him taken aback. His mouth automatically opens for a witty response, but your question seems to have effectively taken the words from his mouth. You can see the cogs in his head turning, and what you wouldn't give to peer inside his mind and hear his thoughts.

It takes him a moment, but eventually that familiar confident smile stretches across his sleepy face. His hands seem to instinctively slide their way up your bare legs until his fingers grip your hip bones, pressing into you. 

He hums, "When have you ever said no to me?"

You scoff, ready to give him a prime example, but end up coming up short. The two of you loved to tease each other with disobedience, but in the end you were eager to give Sukuna anything his heart desired. You loved to please him, it was one of your favorite things to do, in fact.

"You never ask anything ridiculous of me." You remind him, smiling as one of his warm hands slides back down your waist and dips into the pair of his boxers you were sporting that day. 

"You know what's ridiculous?” His voice wraps around your throat, and suddenly has you swallowing past the delicious grip. You're folding into him before you even realize it, at the mercy of his calloused hands. "The implication that I wouldn't do just about anything for you."

You can't help but sigh hopelessly, although it comes out as a desperate noise that pleads him for more. You really were all his, just like he loved to tell you.

"Now hand me your phone." It's a whisper, coaxing you. "I wanna see you in red."

You can’t say no. 

At least it was mutual.

[lilacxquartz]

love you, love you, love you;

mr. crawling x reader

plot: some things are best expressed without the need of words — themes: spooning/cuddling, smut, maybe yan vibes — w.c: 1.1k

a/n: my first homicipher related fic. i want to try one for mr. silvair & mr. gap next, bc they were also my favs. this game has been taking over my life so much lately. like it’s been in my dreams, haaah.

masterlist • ao3

Mr. Crawling was always loud when he was excited within your company; his laughter filled out the vast empty spaces that were otherwise unadorned with familiarity. Whatever you once sought from those winding corridors was ever-fleeting, temporary, leaving you stuck within the confines of his company.

Yet, when he felt what you could only interpret as affection—that’s when Mr. Crawling then became different—quiet, soothing, kind but also… curious.

And when you would usually sleep, he would stand watch, knelt over the floor as per his usual stance but sometimes crouched near you, sometimes leaning back against the wall with his legs pressed up against his chest. He would watch you as his life depended on it, unwavering in focus and with eerie intensity. He would watch as your chest rose and fell, leaning close on occasion to catch the sweep of your breath and sometimes, he would trace the pad of his milky fingertips in long, languid strokes against your face. Always so delicate, so tender, but for the most part, quiet and even shy.

Having once caught a glimpse of Mr. Gap in your blanket space, however, set something territorial off for Mr. Crawling and he was never able to recover from such an invasion. The very idea that someone else was able to infiltrate what he deemed to be your space—especially someone who he disapproved of—wasn’t something he could stand for. Especially with the sort of trickster Mr. Gap was, he couldn’t bear to see you get hurt. It would kill him on the inside (and on the outside, too).

So, just as you were getting into bed to rest up once more, he too, slipped in under the covers with you. At first, you were startled as usual, turning to face him with confusion evident in your eyes, murmuring out some words in a language that he still could not understand. He repeated something back, the meaning lost and indecipherable upon your ears, though soon surrendering to emphasis using gestures instead. A hug to bring you closer, a reassuring pat on your head and a small, longing kiss over your nose.

You listened to his words again, repeating over and over like a broken record.

Perhaps he meant no harm, after all.

You turned your back to him and settled into his chest, finding that he was surprisingly warm for what he was. His taller frame encased your body, wrapping his ashen arms around your waist—accidentally brushing the fabric that sat over your breast—nicking the cloth ever so slightly. Your breath hitched in surprise and as though in sheepish realisation, he withdrew right away, terrified that you were upset with him.

You drew out a long breath, reminding yourself again, that after everything that has happened thus far…

That, Mr. Crawling does not want to hurt you.

That Mr. Crawling has only ever helped you.

So perhaps, right now, Mr. Crawling only wanted to be closer to you.

You relaxed your breathing, settling into his comforting shadow once more and allowed for his presence to envelop you. He repeated the soothing motions of his grappling arm, although he held onto you softer that time. His hands explored your body with a delicate touch, as though afraid of breaking you—of upsetting you again—his motions growing confident the longer that you didn’t protest. It wasn’t long before he, otherwise not disturbed by your lacking, conscious awareness, decided to explore further with you. Mr. Crawling’s fingers didn’t ask for permission that time, creeping beneath the clinging fabric, feeling your skin against his palms, inviting a pleased, almost delighted smile to curl on his lips.

The silence remained unbroken as Mr. Crawling continued his explorative focus on you; the quickly-building evidence of his need growing harder the longer he pushed himself behind your body, the repeated touches arousing something warmer within him. To both his surprise as well as your own—you were not repulsed, allowing him to creep even lower, below the skirt of the dress and up, brushing his hand up to your exposed skin and, reading into it—you communicated your consent from the moment you parted your legs, allowing him to get even closer.

Confidence surged in Mr. Crawling as he pushed himself into your hilt, allowing his hardened length to slip inside. Betraying the stagnant silence, he shuddered out a ragged gasp before giving into his own rising need; grinding himself into your sopping sex with steadily increasing fervour. His fingers clamped around the curve of your hips as he held you in place, slamming every last inch of himself deep into your core.

Ever touch-starved yet wanting nothing more than to surrender to the sensation of you, Mr. Crawling continued to drive his cock into your needy cunt, soon wrapping his winding arms around your body and holding on tight. He bucked intensely as you soon succumbed to breathless whimpers, incoherently begging for his name. Equally desperate whines rolled off the slip of his tongue as he found his lips pressed into the crook of your neck, dampening your skin with sloppy wet kisses—as many as he could give.

It felt overwhelming for you in a way to be worshipped like this but you did your best to keep up with such intensity, especially as the warm, tingling pleasure built up inside of you, too. You held on just as tight as he did, your hand seeking out his own—fingers weaving into his bony digits—interlocking and squeezing tight the closer you got, your grip and otherwise clenching need tightening simultaneously. To feel him losing himself inside of you was dare you admit, addicting, feeling him completely fill and stretch you out leaving you almost dizzied from the impaling force.

Mr. Crawling, like you, soon surrendered to the rolling bliss from the flick of his hips, feeling a surging warmth mount and rise, encouraging him to lose himself to the searing heat of the moment and you. Encircling your body in a possessive hug, he suddenly began to mutter out a new word in a strained mantra, again and again.

Given how desperate he seemed to be, you understood the meaning as ‘close’, especially as his actions grew more strained and less controlled.

“Close, close, close,” he repeated.

It didn’t take his chased release to catch up as his hips grew to a stutter, rutting out one final pump before melting into you. Mr. Crawling cried into your neck, spilling out the entirety of his overflowing love, feeling the pent-up devotion trickle down your thighs—yet not letting you move away—still retaining his claim on you.

Instead, he kept you even closer than before, not allowing you to part from him ever again (despite understanding your yearning for rest).

Words were never the problem, it seemed.

Mr. Crawling would have always found a way to… connect with you.

[littledes1re]

His flannel shirts are making me act up so a little cockwarming thought

Imagine he is just sitting there trying to work on something, rough dirty hands, messy curly hair. Eyebrows furrowed, his glasses on top of his nose and his sweet darling sitting on his lap. He is fully concentrating. Until you decide to start grinding on him, he just looked too good, you couldn’t help yourself.

With a gruff and an eye roll he reaches for his pants, unzipping his cock. „s’what happens when your old man doesn’t fuck you in the morning.” making you slowly take his cock.

When you start riding him he stops you, squeezing your hips, making you whine. You just wanted to cum.

“Didn’t tell you that you could ride me, girl.”

And he is so god damn annoyed with you. Annoyed the way you whine around, the way you make his seat all wet. But his cock feels too good in you, to just sit on him. “Keep me warm, till’ i’m done with this or you’re getting nothing.”

With a pout on your lip, you try to warm him. Cunt all wrapped around his shaft, trying your best to bury your head into his chest, trying your best to not move up and down. And while his public hair is touching your clit, you buck your hips subconsciously at one point.

But joel ignores it until he himself can’t take it anymore. Putting whatever he was working on down and sighing.

“Have myself a needy whore hm? 24/7 only thinking of cock.” While he slowly starts to thrust up to you, seeing your eyes roll back.

“That’s why daddy always needs to fuck her every morning, huh? Whining about wanting to make breakfast early today. But daddy just knows better, baby.”

And you know you should’ve listened to him but you are lost in pleasure as he guides your hips on his cock, daddydaddydaddy spilling from your lips repeatedly.

“There she is. S’my good girl.”

[luludeluluramblings]

Hey, so I was imagining something like this: the reader is a kid who was just adopted by Bruce, but she comes from a city that makes Gotham seem like the safest place in the world, and the Batfamily is constantly shocked at how calmly she can handle the criminals on the streets. 10 points if she's a particularly small and fragile-looking kid, but she's simply not afraid to walk around the dark alleys of the city recklessly.

I like to write Reader’s that didn’t grow up in a large city because feral redneck child reader with zero situational awareness and no fear is fun.

I totally imagine the Bat family always exasperatingly chasing after them.

Dragging them back from standing on the edge of a curb because a car is about to clip their dumbass.

Yelling at them to get off the light pole and climbing in places they shouldn’t. (Really they don’t mind, but you can’t be doing that turning the day in public. They’ll blow their identity if they try to climb up after you)

Do not use the sticks from the park to build a hut by your favorite treat place. In fact, please, don’t play survival wilderness in the park. Please.

Not being scared of gun shots because you used to have drunk redneck neighbors that would shoot beer cans off their back porch at random hours. (Sometimes they’d let you join. Sometimes they missed the cans.)

Scary alleyway? You got lost snipe hunting in the woods on a moonless night while getting chased by something in the woods. It was a squirrel. Any fear of the dark has been silly since.

Someone being gruesomely murdered? You watched a guy get his head blown off by a homemade fire work, and you had been in the splash zone.

Someone threatening you? You were not afraid the play dirty and stap someone in the back of the knee with a plastic shank that you Jerry rigged with something you found in the dumpster.

(The family is amazed at what you manage to accomplish with aluminum cans, duct tape, baking soda, and a broken hot glue gun.)

Now, the family loves you because 85% you’re just happy to be there with them. Letting them tote you around. But, when feral mode hits, they’re having to struggle a bit.

[xxundeadfanboixx]

Hey I’m sorry if you already said you were/were not going to write the poly! Imagine of the believed alpha reader is actually an omega, but I was just to wondering if you were. I’d love to read it but don’t feel pressured!

Hey, no need to apologize. I haven't really -technically- answered this question. I do plan on writing a bit more for poly!141 x Feral!Reader. Unsure if imma just write a bunch of snippets or turn into an actual series, but yes I do plan on writing more for it. Just a bit loaded at the moment so I haven't found the time to really sit down and get any work done. For now, here's a look at some snippets/one shots I have planned in my w.i.ps;

- Omega!Gaz x Feral!Reacer

- Nesting with poly!141

- Grooming with Omega!Gaz and Beta!Soap

- Reader's first 'heat' with the team

- Feral!Reader biting someone's finger off while being protective over Soap.

[arcane-vagabond]

I can imagine when Tarzan/feral!girly first gets to sleep in a comfy bed, she would sleep for at least a whole day, because all the exhaustion of living in the wild would just come out. Jane!Jake would be worried at first, checking if she still is breathing regularly.

Home girl would be ZONKED tf out lol hair all over the place, muscles fully relaxed for the first time, and at first Jake doesn’t have the heart to disturb her, and he’d be wondering if she’s even alive if it weren’t for the soft snores she’s letting out every now and then.

It’s not until he gets up to go do something (probably go use the bathroom) that feral!reader stirs and wraps herself around him. Poor Jake has to practically pry her arms off of him before he wets the bed lol

[sevikasfemme]

working on some of my research for a conference proposal tonight but i keep getting distracted by thoughts of cocky, “mean” sevika with a breeding kink—

her cooing at you mockingly as she fucks into you, tracing over your kiss swollen lips and ego-tripping on how gone you were. “taking me so good, hm, pretty girl?” she’d tease, lightly tapping your cheek, wanting an answer, laughing when you can only muster moans and whimpers. her own eyes would be lidded, and she’d hike one of your legs over her broad shoulders to lean over you, getting at an angle that lets her pound deeper into you, causing you to babble her name and a string of ohs as she does so. she’d smirk, her eyebrows furrowed, feigning concern as she teases you. “ohhh i knowwwww, baby.” she would taunt, pressing sloppy kisses to your throat, trailing up to mumble praises into your ear while her fingers reach between the two of you to circle your clit. “gonna let me fill this tight cunt up aren’t you, babydoll? yeah?” she’d ask, and when you cant respond, your eyes rolling back in pleasure—she’d chuckle “yeah. my good girl—gonna let me breed you, huh?” her hand moving from your clit to yank on your hair, pulling your head forward so you’re watching her thrust into you, her lips finding your forehead; the bucking of her hips becoming more erratic as she gets closer and closer to spilling inside you💜

[luvchaew]

what are you wearing?

riding a sweaty sunghoon because he looked too good in tank tops and you almost took it personally.

“you really couldn't wait, could ya?” dom!sunghoon x horny!reader wc𓈒 1.1k — not proofread! ✴ fluff, unprotected sex (protect urself guys), riding, p in v, cursing, banter, praise & degradation kink, pet names (hoon, sweetheart, doll..), implied multiple rounds, mdi!

𝑚. 𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍

you were lying down on the couch, phone in one hand as you scrolled absent-mindedly through many different social medias, a blanket draped lazily around your lap and a cooking show passing on tv that you tried to pay attention to but soon gave up. even if some videos caught your attention, nothing really entertained you. sunghoon promised you he'd be home by 8:30 from gym, and it was already 8:46, wait, 8:47.

when the door opened up with a loud thud and not-so-careful steps approached, you wondered whether you'd pretend to be sleeping, or if you'd look like you were fully invested in the contestants baking pumpkin pies. he was in the living room sooner than you'd calculated, and he caught you mid changing position, fixing your hair unstoppably.

“oh, so you're finally ho-” you muttered pretending not to be embarrassed, but stopped mid sentence as he walked in: big ass grin, confident steps, bangs sticking to his head with sweat from the workout and a cap that covered half of his face. that alone would've finished you up in any situation, but yeah, there was more. black compression tank top, defining his abs and clinging to his chest like a second skin.

“what the fuck are you wearing?” was the only thing you asked after checking him out for a few seconds, careful not to let your jaw drop or something. he looked confused, clearly not expecting anything but an angry version of you. his eyes followed yours, trying to catch up on what you were referring to.

“why? is it bad?”

“not at all, that's the problem. i was supposed to be mad at you.”

“yeah, sorry for being late. i know i promised you i would be on time” he tried, but your mind wasn't there anymore. you weren't annoyed anymore. you were just with an unmistakable heat pooling on your stomach and your gaze followed his ab lines like a predator. the fact that he was late didn't matter whatsoever. not now.

“this is not what you should be worried about now, hoon”

“oh god. what have i done?”

“you wouldn't know. just come and fix it.”

sunghoon snapped. one second he was staring blankly at you, trying to follow your mind, and the other one he was dropping his bag, moving hurriedly to be all over you. his eyes darkened instantly, and you felt your stomach twist when you stood up from the couch and his sweaty, firm hands found your waist, pulling you closer. inch by inch pressed against his skin. air between you seeming almost shared.

“is this your definition of ‘fixing it’, sweetheart?”

you hummed, agreeing. “it did involve something like this”

he smirked, gaze dropping to your mouth. you were sure he'd try to postpone it, to edge you, but he started it, and now he'd have to cope. you leaned in, lifting your chin and tiptoeing to kiss him. and it was the type of kiss that had your mind spiraling, the ones that even the tip of your toes curled with the soft encounter of your lips followed by the mind-blowing passage of his tongue inside your mouth.

sure, he was a bit surprised by your sudden courage, he could give you this one, but it was nothing that would lead him to lose control. sunghoon always had a way to silently remember you that he was in charge, and right now? it was the way his grip on you tightened as he dropped to the couch, forcing you to sit on top of him, legs holding on to his waist for dear life.

you breathlessly gasped, startled, your fingers instantly hooking on the collar of his black tank top to keep you steady, grounded to his heat.

the touch of your tongues started off as soft, like a coordinated dance both of you were dancing, but it soon built up to something rougher, warmer, with desire dripping from your mouths.

but when he tilted his head slightly and bit your bottom — and already swollen — lip?

you completely lost it.

and worse, fully moaned into his mouth, the sound coming out of your throat strained, hoarse.

“oh doll, look at you, already turned on?” he darkly chuckled, breaking the kiss and lipping his own bottom lip now, as if trying to collect every single trail of yourself you could've let on him.

sunghoon didn't wait for your answer, and before you knew it, he leaned in to leave open mouthed kisses on your neck and collarbone, sliding your beige shirt to the side to give him more access to your skin.

he nibbled on your sensitive skin, leaving red marks behind like he was worshipping something sacred. his hands touched you almost everywhere, mostly grabbing your waist to keep you in place. you readily tilted your head, allowing him to do everything and panting softly as the cherry on top.

despite your whines, he was patient, taking his time to suck on your neck and sliding to your shoulder with caution. when the fabric started to get on his way, his long fingers found the hem of your shirt as he gently took it off.

his gaze dropped on you as if he was food deprived, flying pecks returning to flood your skin and leave your head dazed. when you whimpered again, he finally gave in, quickly unbuttoning your bra with the ability of who'd done this thousands of times, cupping your tits carefully like they were precious.

“you look so fucking gorgeous it's killing me. my god—” your nipples hardened and he smirked, visibly satisfied. when his tongue finally found them, you squirmed on top of him, the sudden acknowledgement of his bulge forming under you now both overwhelming and pleasuring.

“hoon, don't tease—”

“don't be so eager, sweetheart. even though you look beautiful begging, this is just the start and you're already acting all slutty” he bit one of your nipples harder only to watch you tremble, the degrading tone laced in his hoarse tone.

your fingers found his scalp, holding on to it firmly and gripping it when he sucked on a certain spot that made you go dumb. your whines turned into moans, sinful sounds leaving your throat beautifully, the noise finding his ears like music.

your hips rolled, trying to find friction between your bodies. because you were not in the mood of holding back, and when his bulge teased you so good? there was no point in pretending.

“holy shit— keep going like that.” he momentarily stopped his mouth, and you swore the face he made was unreal. eyebrows furrowed, eyes fluttering closed, biting bottom lip, trying to keep himself still.

you kept going, sometimes bouncing on his lap. soon, your arousal couted his black leggings and a wet spot could be seen. you shut your eyes, the fabric keeping you from coming undone but at the same time leaving you overwhelmed, the pleasure building up.

“you really couldn't wait, could ya? so fucking desperate.” his grip on your waist tightened, signalling you to stop, to stay still. despite your own desires, you did exactly as you were said, and sunghoon quickly took off your shorts and pantie and layered his shorts and boxer just below his knees, not really caring about it. when you took a glance of his face, he was flustered, that one concentrated face you were crazy about getting even redder when his tip teased your hole and you fully bounced on it, sitting up on him.

his hardened dick had already filled spots that made you see stars when you started to move your hips under his control, the action now feeling way more intimate and way better.

“always so tight around me— shit, keep bouncing.” and oh you did. you alternated between bouncing, grinding and riding, your hips moving senselessly as your breathing came out short, uneven. the moans that left your mouth filled the living room and the lewd sound of skin slapping against skin became louder when he bottomed out, thrusting on you from below.

your thighs burned, but the desire was bigger, the pleasure was better. soon, you felt your legs sore, muscles almost screaming — but not as loud as you did, of course — sunghoon noticed immediately, and he became rougher, grip tight to tell you that you only had to stay still.

his thrusts were deliberate, hitting your g-spot every single time, aligning perfectly with the way your hips rolled. he groaned — guttural, loud, rough. — signaling that he was close, or that you were close, you didn't really know. however, when your nails began to scratch him and your hips faltered, he understood perfectly what it meant without saying a single word. because there was no need to, obviously.

he leaned in to suck against your neck one more time, his kisses now slower, savoring your skin like a whole meal. his thrusts lost a bit of its pace, and when he came, he announced it with a lewd, raw sound, gripping the curve of your hips like it was something he wanted to destroy. to ruin completely

because he fills you up all at once, burying himself inside you in one smooth, deep thrust, stretching you open, pressing so much you swear you feel him in your stomach. “filling you up so good. feel full don't you?”

“shit, hoon— s’ full” you cried, your cum mixing with him as you released. you buried your head on the crook of his neck and he got the cue to fuck you through all of it, leaving you empty and filling you up simultaneously. the scent of him filling up your nostrils as your mind blanked deliciously.

you bit his skin as if felt too much, and both of you didn't move for a second, your breathing irregular, the smell of sex filling the room.

when he did say something, it felt more like a confession from how low it was, despite the dirty words that would leave his mind. “you don't think we're over, right? you asked for it. take it.”

“fuck, hoon, ngh— shouldn't you be tired from gym?”

“not at all. i workout in order to keep up with you, horny girl”

and you knew that would be a very, very long night.

[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!

[seungisms]

( skz reaction ) orgasm denial/edging .ᐟ

🖇️📂 edging with skz during sex 

genre: smut, minors dni, warnings: unprotected sex, fingering, oral (male and female receiving), edging, orgasm denial, size kink, bulging kink cause i said so, note: this is so dog, i’ve been too busy streaming p1h’s new ep oops 😼

방찬. BANG CHAN

chan can be soso mean with you sometimes :( he loves overstimulating your pussy until you’re left crying on his cock, swearing you can’t handle what he’s giving you but he’s determined to see how far he can push you until you break, see how much he can stuff your little cunt up until it’s full and struggling to fit around his dick. fucks you real slow and deep, making sure you can feel every vein and the curve of his cock kissing into your walls, forcing more of those cute gasps from your lips when he bullies his way into your cunt over and over. keeps a firm hand planted on your stomach, keeping you pinned to the bed while he’s balls deep inside of you and groaning underneath his breath when he could practically feel his dick bumping into you with every deep rut of his hips. and he can’t seem to tear his eyes away from where you’re connected, pussy fighting against his cock with every thick inch he feeds into you, sensitive and sticky from his abuse. he loves fucking with your head, bullying your cunt for hours on end, not allowing you for a second to think you’ll find any form of release - all the while whispering sweet words against your lips, telling you how good you are for him, how if you be a little more patient he’s gonna give you everything you want, telling you how greedy you are but it’s okay cause it’s not your fault that he’s fucked you so dumb that the only thing you can think about is his cock 🥺 acting like it wasn’t making a complete mess of your creamy pussy. 

리노. LEE MINHO

minho has an obsession with fucking you so dumb on his dick to the point that you’re cross eyed and shaking. likes seeing how far he can push you until both you and your little pussy is giving up. stretches you out on his fingers and forces you to beg for his dick before he even thinks about giving it to you, loving the way you wither and wriggle on his digits - grinding down to try to fuck yourself deeper on his fingers, just before he’s pulling away, swallowing your frustrated whines with a messy kiss, eating up all your whimpers and gasps as he once again leaves your pussy abandoned and empty. if you even think to try edging him he’ll make you regret it, grabbing you by the hips and forcing you back down onto his cock, using your pussy like his own personal fucktoy, muttering nasty words underneath his breath while bullying his cum into your cunt. “think you can tease me like that huh? gonna fill this little pussy up until you’re begging me to stop.” beg for him, sob, whimper, gasp, don’t be shy about it. maybe then he’ll let you cum. he’ll have you right on the edge everytime, the fat head of his cock pressing down on your sticky walls so impossibly deep that it has you seeing stars, tummy pooling with that familiar heat and he knows exactly when you’re about to cum. can feel your thighs trembling on either side of his hips, closing in around him and forcing him to stay buried deep inside your warm cunt - pussy suffocating around his dick and he almost contemplates showing himself some mercy and giving you exactly what you want - but he can’t give up the sight of your pretty eyes spilling over with tears when he rips your hope for orgasm away from you. 

“c’mon baby, show me how bad you wanna cum. then maybe i’ll think about it.”

창빈. SEO CHANGBIN

likes edging himself in your pussy, seeing how long he can fuck you for until he’s cumming. he has an insane amount of stamina so this man can fuck for hours, stretching you out on his fingers and tongue for hours on end just to see that sweet fucked out look that slacks your pretty face, chest gasping for breath and cheeks flushed and lips whimpering his name like a prayer, begging for your sore cunt to be put out of it’s misery. and he loves it all, ignoring the painful swell of his dick as he makes a mess out of your sensitive pussy. nearly cums when he finally pushes into you, but with his big arms comes big self-restraint, locking his jaw and dragging you down by your waist until you were fully seated on his thick dick, stilling for just a moment and watching you crumble and gasp on his lap so he doesn’t spill this early on. pulls back out just to dip back in just an inch, just to watch you beg a little before he’s pounding straight back into you, fat cock working your pussy up towards another messy orgasm. you’re keening for him, whimpering a mixture of his name and endless pleas and it’s all just a little too much, going straight to his dick as he works you open. and he just won’t stop, won’t leave your little cunt alone for a second, fat fingers rubbing your clit as he bounces you on his dick, forcing orgasm after orgasm out of you until you’re both sticky and coated in sweat and you’re spilling over with cum.

“such a tight little pussy, practically made for me.”

현진. HWANG HYUNJIN

truly such a menace. nothing gets him off more than edging you over and over while making you suck his dick - forcing you to swallow load after load of his cum before stroking his soft cock again, not paying any mind to the sensitivity of his dick when you play with him until he’s hard again - especially when he has the pretty sight of your fingers stroking your lonely pussy distracting him. tells you when to take them away, where to stroke, how deep you can go - anything to see that cute frustrated furrow between your brows, it’s even better when your mouth is full of cock. “you’re so pretty like this baby. nuh-uh, let me see that pussy, don’t go hiding it on me.” and all you can do is whimper and slobber on his dick, spreading your legs apart so he can get a good look as your fingers shallowly fuck into your cunt, curling and pinching at your clit in such an unsatisfyingly empty way that only something like his cock could fill and he knew this. and you’re always so pretty on your knees for him, cheeks flushed and eyes big and round and begging him to stop his torture, to tear your fingers away and replace them with his dick, to fuck you dumb on his cock until you don’t know your own name. but he likes playing with you too much, so he’ll just leave you there, dripping onto the carpet and void of a thick cock to fill you up.

“oh baby, so hungry for my dick. don’t worry, i’ll take care of you soon.”

한. HAN JISUNG

jisung loves when you edge him. he gets a little pathetic when he’s under you, cheeks flushed and eyes spilling over with tears from your incessant teasing that seems to be lasting for hours on end - chest heaving and half gasped sobs falling from his lips as his cock cries and twitches in your hold. “b-baby…c’mon, baby please. just sit on it, just lemme feel you a bit. please.” blubbering over his words, resisting the urge the thrust his hips up to fuck his cock in the fist you have wrapped around his length, pretty and red and drooling at the slit. but he’s addicted to the tension in his stomach, loves the ache of his dick and the sting of your mocking words as you fondle his cock. “my poor boy, you like this don’t you? like when i play with you, admit it.” and he can just squeeze his eyes shut in embarrassment, a sob catching in the back of his throat as his hips rut up on their on accord, precum spilling from the swollen tip and onto your fingers. complete one track mind as soon as you allow him between your legs, sinking into you and drunk solely on the warmth of your hot cunt suffocating his aching dick. he’s in near tears, whimpering your name between inchorent words over and over - constantly thanking you for finally letting him fuck you and it’s almost cute the way he completely melts the second he stretches you open, every ache and pain his poor cock just went through almost worth the relief your messy heaven provides him, sticky and warm and moulded just for him. 

필릭스. LEE FELIX 

felix is a giver through and through. prioritises your pleasure over his own, completely hyper focused on bringing your pretty pussy to orgasm again and again that he won’t pay any mind to the ache of his swollen cock, hard and laid forgotten against his thigh as his tongue prods and slobbers into your pussy. could probably cum from eating you out alone. your whimpers and gasps are just so sweet to his ears, going straight to his lonely cock that he can’t help but grind down onto the mattress he has you sprawled on, nails painfully digging into the plush flesh of your thighs as he keeps you spread wide and ready for him, working his jaw against your dripping cunt. but nothing beats the sight of you sat pretty on his dick, using it to chase after an orgasm he’s more than willing to give you. he won’t be able to stfu the whole time, gasping out vile curses as he fills you up, thanking you for letting him see you this way, telling you how good he’s gonna fuck you, how you don’t even have to lift a finger cause he’s gonna take such good care of you - and he’s just absolutely gone, so drunk on the crushing weight of your pussy suffocating his cock that he can’t even think straight. can hardly focus on anything but your cunt, so snug and warm and slick sucking his dick in and he can’t take his eyes off the way you’re struggling to take him, and he wonders how you’re so tight after all the times he’s fucked you well and good on his dick. gets so sloppy and messy the closer he is to cumming, but he does his best to hold out as long as he can - stimulating your little bud with his fingers as he works you open on his cock, twitching and swollen and filling you so well it has you mewling on his dick. and you have his sweet words talking you through it everytime. 

“go on baby, i’ll give you it. i’ll give you it and more.”

승민. KIM SEUNGMIN

works you up to the point of tears. he has a mean streak and your pussy always seems to be the victim of his abuse, fucked and stretched and filled until he sees those pretty eyes gloss over, begging for some sort of mercy you know he’s not gonna give you. you’re such a sensitive little thing, one orgasm on his fingers and you’re already fucked out. “but baby, i haven’t even gotten you on my cock yet.” and he loves the little whimper you give in response, blubbering and begging and rutting your hips like the only thing you can focus on is the throb and emptiness of your pussy, kept company by the working of his mouth hot and slick against your cunt, practically making out with your tender nub. seungmin is a messy eater, drool and spit and arousal dripping from his chin as he nuzzles into your pussy, the tip of his nose bumping your clit and you just become even more insane, nothing short of a feral animal. hips bucking wildly against his mouth, legs trembling on his shoulders, grabbing fistfuls of hair to keep your grounded. and he just pulls away to tell you to cut it out or he’s not gonna let you cum. his torture is never ending, you nearly breath a sigh of relief when you’re finally seated on his cock, but he likes having fun with you too much. fucks into you with just his tip, puling out until the head is barely kissing the messy heaven between your thighs, rubbing against your clit and slicking it up with precum, taunting you with biting words, watching the way your pussy drips and twitches around the thick tip of his dick.

“give me a few more of those pretty tears and i’ll think about giving you what you want.”

아이엔. YANG JEONGIN

jeongin likes to act like has so much more self-control than he actually does. full of smug grins and mocking words when he’s playing with your little pussy, teeth nipping at your folds and fingers pumping into your creamy cunt - but he’s trying not to cum from the simple taste of you on his tongue, trying to ignore the way his cock was crying out for some sort of comfort, the kind of comfort only your pussy could provide. he stutters a lot, his cocky act slipping a bit when you whimper his name a little too prettily, or when he feels just how warm your pussy feels on his fingers, or when the ache of his dick is just too hard to ignore. he’s completely gone the second he’s pressing his cock into you, fingers curling into the bedsheets and pussy working overtime to accommodate his size, so big and thick  and it’s a stretch, always close to being too much. he’s so pathetic once he’s inside you, fucking into you like a rabbit and tripping over his words, folding your legs against your chest, hitting you so deep it has him whimpering against your heated skin, face nuzzled and buried into your neck as he pounds into your overstimulated cunt - and if you tell him to stop he might just cry. he can’t last long anyway, thinking completely with his dick when he pulls away to look at your underneath him, fucked out and ready to fill your cunt up until it’s dripping out.

“you’re close too right? please, god, please cum for me and i’ll cum for you.” 

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[littledes1re]

Sorry I had to.

“You’ve been avoiding me for weeks, sweetheart. Tell me, whats going on.”

You could see the sadness in Joels eyes, you knew how much he loved you. You knew it so damn well but it still felt wrong, it felt wrong telling him. And those weeks where you ignored him, he called you non stop, came to your house, he was sick of worry. Things couldn’t go like this and you knew it. You had to tell him.

“Joel, I’m scared.” A tear slipped past your eye, rolling down your cheek. Meeting his worried eyes, open mouth like he was trying to find the right words.

“Baby, of what? If it’s about your father didn’t we already clear things? You’re mine and—“

“I’m pregnant.”

You could see the exact moment of realisation hitting in his eyes, between your tears.

“Baby.” He whispered, still unsure what to say. He was going to be a father again at 61. The thought creeped up on him, his heart almost stopping.

“I know, I know. Forgot—forgot the pill for once and I-I know you are old.”

And suddenly he stood up, you excepted him to go. But he sat down besides you, taking you into his arms and kissing your head.

“S’the best thing i’ve heard my whole life, baby. Y’making me a father again? At this age?” He chuckled, as you looked up on him from his chest, his eyes were glassy, tears forming.

“You ain’t mad?”

“Mad? Sweetheart, why would I ever be mad at you? For giving me a second chance? For making me the happiest man on the planet? Hell—I know, i’m old. You think that means i’m just gonna abandon you? Gonna take care of you two till the end of my days.”

He held your chin in his hand, kissing your forehead. Your crying slowly stopping as you felt his other hand on your tummy, gently caressing, and smiling. All the worries of the world disappeared as you laid your head on his chest, being happy that you two are gonna be parents.

„I swear on my life, baby.“