#let’s his stream control the stimulation too >_<

[tinymaru-archived]

Levi streams in his Cosplay btw

Minors and ageless blogs DNI

Remove the damn emoji

Masterpost

[luvrxbunny]

hold it

Pairing: Miguel O’Hara x F!Reader

Prompt: Pussy Slapping

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, piv, unprotected sex, praise, subspace but miguel doesn’t bring her back (lmk if I forgot anything)

WC: 1.4k

A/N: a few things- not a lot of Spanish cus people made me too nervous abt it. the prompt doesn't really factor into the story that much imo, sorry- not feeling super good abt this one tbh :( (not proofread)

He slaps you again and your teeth dig into your lip to keep your cries in. “Keep it in, sweetheart. I’m not breeding you so you can waste it all.” You nod frantically at him, aiming to please him as you clench all your muscles and try your best to hold his cum inside. You watch a satisfied smile spread over his face and his fingers come down to your pussy and spread your lips, watching your hole twitch. “That’s it. There we go, good girl.”

Your entire body is sensitive from how he’s been using you. He came home desperate to breed you and why would you refuse? Once he came in you though, he told you to hold it in, to keep all his cum inside you to ensure it takes, but your weak, post-orgasm body and your post-sex hazed brain couldn’t keep up. 

You’re laying back on the pillows, one leg over his thighs and he’s sitting halfway between your legs. His eyes are stuck on your pussy, watching the way you quiver to hold his load in, especially with how he’s been teasing you. He’s mesmerized by the sight, some of his cum already leaking out, a small stream breaking through as you whimper at your lack of control. 

You try to hold it in but eventually, your body gives up, too over-stimulated by his repeated slaps over your clit, the wet sound it makes when his hand connects with your pussy. He has this teasing, amused smirk on his face every time your body trembles after he hits you. You couldn’t handle it. Miguel grabs your thigh that’s in his lap and spreads you open further, watching as you twitch and let go, letting his cum slide out of you and onto his sheets. Then he slapped your pussy the moment he could see his cum sliding out of you. 

“I told you to hold it.” His voice is stern, non-negotiable, and sends a shiver down your spine as you tense all your muscles again. He laughs quietly, low and teasing. “I’m just gonna have to fill you again.”

He tuts at you, gives a disappointed sigh, and crawls back between your legs. You’re deep in subspace, wanting nothing more than to please him and taking his sigh as real, genuine disappointment. Tears well in your eyes and you whimper your apology as he lines himself with your entrance. “M’ sorry, Miguel. I-” You’re cut off by him sliding inside you, forcing a sob-like moan to fall from your lips. His eyes snap to your face at the sound, he’s climbing up your body and cradling your face within seconds.

“What’s this? You wanna stop, sweetheart?” You shake your head vigorously and wrap all your limbs around him, holding him close to you, pressing all his warmth against yours, and leaving pleasured cries in his ear. “C’mon, talk to me, amor.” He hasn’t moved inside you but his hands haven’t stopped caressing your body. He slides up your back to the base of your neck and gently pulls you away from him. Your eyes are closed, little tears resting on your lashes, chipping away at his heart. You sniffle once and try to tilt up into him, forcing his cock to slide against your walls in the way only he can. Instead, he forces your hips back to the bed with a soft grunt and looks back at you expectantly. So you give in.

“Jus’ wanna be good for you, Miggy.” Realization, sadness, and relief course through him. He hadn’t noticed you were so far gone, too caught up in his own mission, his need to fill you again and again, but the fact that he missed your needs because they were clouded by his own sends a pang of hurt through his heart. He leans down and presses a kiss to your forehead, nose then lips. You moan sweetly against him, hands instantly coming up to tangle in his hair and pull him closer to you. He pulls away and gives you one more kiss before looking deep into your eyes. “You’re always good for me, sweetheart. You’re doing so well for me, baby.” 

He feels your clench on him at his words, a soft smile coming to his face at your predictability. You pull him closer to your face, just centimeters from his lips, and grind yourself up into him, earning a gentle moan from his lips. “See? So perfect, amor.” He thrusts into you, deep and hitting your G-Spot on his first try. His name comes out of your mouth as a shout, your nails dig into his back as you try and stabilize yourself. 

His hips speed up, starting their more brutal pace, knocking any stray thoughts loose from your head. He’s fixated on your face, hyper-vigilant to your reactions, making sure you’re enjoying yourself, that he’s giving you everything you need. He’s already desperate to cum in you, his cock still sensitive from the load he gave you a few minutes ago. You’re letting out high-pitched, passionate moans into his room, filling the space with sounds of you and your soaked pussy. His cock twitches inside you at the sound and you feel it. 

You let out a desperate moan and slam your lips into his, wet, needy, and messy. His spit ends up all over your face, you’re just trying to lick at him, into his mouth, over his lips, anything he’ll give you. Your desperation has his moaning raggedly into your mouth, his hips slamming into you harder, his tip bruising your cervix as he abuses it. “I love you so much, Miggy.” Your words stab arousal through him like a hot knife, slicing through his entire being. He collapses over you, groaning your name into your neck, almost deafening you with their volume. 

You’re always so soft for him, it’s almost painful how much it turns him on. He’s been slapping and abusing your pussy all night and you’re still so in love. You re-angle his head, forcing him to focus on you, watching the love that you’re pouring into your gaze. It’s making his balls tingle, and tense when they slap against your ass. “Te amo más bebé” His moan is smooth with the words as they slide from his mouth.

(“I love you more, baby”)

His muscles draw tight as he cock twitces inside you. “M’gonna fill you up. Gotta-” He tilts your hips toward him, forcing his cock deeper, pressing into your cervix almost painfully and he whimpers at the feeling. “-llegar tan profundo como pueda. Make sure you can keep it all in, bebé.” His hips begin to stutter and shake against yours as you tighten endlessly around him. You’re so out of it, all you can feel is the pleasure he’s giving you and your orgasm that’s about to snap in your stomach. Miguel grinds into you one more time, shaky, slow, and hard. You’re cumming around him. You moan a garbled version of his name, so loud and wrecked you barely recognize your voice in your ears. The sounds are ravaging Miguel though, they’re sending shocks through his body and he suddenly can’t hold on any longer. 

(“-get as deep as I can”)

He hunches over you, forcing his cock deeper, sending a new explosion of pleasure through your body with the sensations. He’s flooding your wet heat, painting you, coating your walls completely in his seed as he moans your name into the sex-scented air. He mutters love notes to you on repeat as he lets out rope after rope of cum into you. He’s breathing in his shaky breaths along with the scent of your hair as he presses a soft kiss to the top of your head and pulls out slowly. You whimper at the loss of his stretch and it oddly warms his chest, that you still want him after he’s been with you since he got home. 

He grabs a little towel on the side of the bed and wipes himself down before turning to do the same to you. Only to find you with your fingers buried deep inside yourself. He would be hard again if he had anything left in him. He basically runs back to your side, wanting an explanation but instead getting an even more erotic scene. Your eyes are on his, looking like you’re pleading for something and he can’t decipher what. “What is it, baby? Are you okay?”

You nod at him eagerly and little tears well in your eyes. “M’keepin’ it all in for you, Miggy.” He’s stunned to silence at your words, unable to believe how deep you are. “Tell- Tell me I’m good—? I’m- Am I being good?”

He almost passes out. He feels his sensitive cock fattening up again. Apparently, he does have something left in him. 

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[cntloup]

18+ MDNI Being König's maid

he's gone on deployments most of the time so he needs someone for house-keeping

you keep everything to his liking, every nook and cranny of the house washed, dusted and shiny for your master or as he insists you call him 'König' or just 'Kö'

and when he returns, he's too exhausted to do anything, but also too pent up with aggression and adrenaline

he needs to blow off some steam and that's when you come to his aid, his Mäuschen, greeting him with your lovely smile... and your legs spread wide open for him

you lie on the edge of the bed in your maid outfit and pull up your skirt to reveal your pretty pussy with no panties on, already soaked and ready for him, begging for him

and he removes his gloves to touch you, feel you after so long... yes he will fuck you with his gloved fingers if you ask nicely but this is not the time for that... now he needs to feel you

and he brings his hand to your heat, sliding it over your wet cunt and licking your arousal off his fingers as his throbbing cock becomes more and more desperate

and he takes out his weeping shaft impatiently, but he maintains some self control so as not to pound into you right then and there

his veiny dick slides over your soaking wet folds and he lets out a shaky sigh at the slight touch of your warm soft cunt on his desperate cock

he keeps sliding between your folds, but never fully entering you as you moan and beg him to fuck you already

but no, he needs to savor the sweet sensation, he can pound into you mercilessly later, you have all the time in the world

"Please..." you whine pathetically, "Patience, Mäuschen." he murmurs as he keeps rubbing his cock on your desperate cunt

and finally, when he decides to slide in, he pushes the tip painfully, teasingly slow as you whine and beg for more

and he gives you more... and more as he keeps shoving his fat cock inside your tight hole and you squeal out from the delicious wide stretch although there's the familiar slight sting at first since it's been so long

and he keeps pressing until his hips meet your ass and he growls, throwing his head back in sheer pleasure of finally feeling the heavenly sensation of your warm soft walls enfolding him

and he can't go slow anymore... deciding to firmly grasp the back of your thighs to spread them wider and he starts greedily ramming his thick cock inside your little slick cunt

your eager pulsating walls feel every vein, bump and ridge of his cock as he keeps viciously driving it in and out of you, reaching deep inside and hitting every single sweet spot

his hand reaches forward to toy with your puffy twitching clit, stimulating you even further as if you weren't a whimpering mess already

he groans and pants heavily like a raging animal in heat as he vigorously slams into your swollen abused cunt, "meins... alles meins" he grunts out

your loud rasped-out moans turn into high-pitched hiccups with each brutal thrust as your high approaches

and the rushing cascade of your orgasm courses through you as you cry out his name, streams of your juices squirting all over him and the bed

he grunts deeply as your quivering walls tighten around him and he babbles incoherently in german as he gets closer and closer, but you make out some words, "nur… für… mich." he punctuates each word with a harsh slam of his hips onto yours

"what?!" you ask hazily, looking at him through lidded eyes as you hear him mumble something about breeding you and making you a 'mutter'

and he spills his seed deep inside your greedy womb while a low groan leaves his throat

he flops down on you while panting and you hold him in your arms, but he quickly gathers himself to pick you up and carry you to the bathroom

he washes you surprisingly gently, completely in contrast of his harsh fucking

and he kisses every bruise on your body, but you notice the faint smug grin on his face

[digitalsymbiote]

Disconnect Syndrome

There’s a reason they put restrictions on how long a Pilot is supposed to be deployed out in the field. They say that being synced with a mech for long periods of time can have detrimental effects on a pilots psyche. Disconnect Syndrome is what they call it, because the symptoms don’t really start to hit until you disengage from your mech.

Sometimes emergencies happen though, and mechs are designed to be able to support their pilots long past the designated “Safe Deployment Time.” The cockpit is equipped with an array of stimulants, vitamins, and nutrient paste to help minimize the physical effects of long deployments. The onboard Integrated Mechanical Personality has largely free reign to administer these as needed to maintain its pilots well-being.

Which is why you’re still able to make it back to the hangar after roughly 36 hours, over four times longer than the established safe period. Your mech had kept you going, helped to keep the exhaustion at bay long enough for you to make your way back from behind enemy lines. You were starting to feel a bit sluggish, but you knew the worst effects of Disconnect Syndrome were yet to come.

An older man in a long white lab coat has joined the usual retinue of crew rushing into the hangar as your mech settles into its cradle. You feel the docking clamps wrap around your limbs, and you know that’s not a good sign. Your IMP whispers comfort into your brain-stem, assurances that things will be okay. It’s probably lying, it’s programmed to help keep your mental state stable, but the thought helps anyway.

There’s a hiss of air as the seal on your cockpit breaks and it decompresses. Suddenly you become aware of your flesh and meat body once again, and it hurts. Pain and exhaustion has settled into your mostly organic bones, and your organs are churning from the strain of the past 36 hours.

Then your interface cables start to disconnect, and it gets worse.

It feels like parts of your mind are being torn out of you. You feel the ghost touch of your IMP in your thoughts as the ports disconnect and you lose direct communication with it. The oxygen mask and nutrition tube pull themselves away from your face and you can’t help but let out a scream of agony. The separation has never felt this painful before, but then again, after 36 hours together, you and your IMP were more intertwined than you’ve ever been before.

Physical sensation finally starts to register again, and you realize tears are streaming down your face just as a technician jabs a needle into your neck.

Immediately your senses start to dull, the pain eases as your thoughts turn sluggish. You slump out of your pilots cradle into the arms the tech who dosed you. Just before your world goes black, you see the doctor standing over you, a grim look on his face.

--

When you wake up again, you immediately know something is wrong. You try to ping your external sensors, but you get no response. You then try to run a diagnostic, but that fails too. In a desperate, last-ditch effort, you try to force access to your external cameras and suddenly light floods your senses. Your instincts catch up first and you blink, trying to clear the pain of the lights, and that’s when you realize it’s not your external cameras that you’re seeing.

It takes a minute or two for your vision to adjust to the light, which feels too long, and when it finally does, the world doesn’t look quite right. You’ve only got access to such a limited spectrum. No infrared, no thermal. The presence of your IMP is notably absent, and your skin feels wrong. You try to sit up, and it’s a struggle to figure out the correct inputs to send to your muscles to get them to do what you want.

The harsh white light of the infirmary grates against your visual processors, you feel like you’re having to re-learn how to control this body. Your body. Technically, at least. Something doesn’t feel right about calling it that anymore. You felt more comfortable crawling back into the hangar after 36 hours deployed than you do now.

The pale skin of your body catches in your vision and you glance down at it. The body's limbs are thinner and more frail than usual, and its skin is paler. Consequences of being in the cockpit for so long, subsisting on nothing but nutrient paste. It’s a far cry from the solid metal plates of your mech, its powerful hydraulic joints, its mounted combat and communication systems.

There’s a button on the side of bed you’ve been deposited in. You think it’s red, but you’re not sure you’re processing color properly right now. You try to reach over and push it, and it takes you a moment to realize you were trying to do so with a limb you don’t currently have.

There are so many things about this body that are wrong. It’s not big enough, or strong enough, or heavy enough. You don’t have enough eyes, sensors, or processors. You have the wrong number of limbs, and they’re all the wrong size and shape.

And there is a distinct void in your mind where the presence of your IMP should be.

The door to your room opens suddenly, and you instinctively try to fire off chaff and take evasive maneuvers. None of that translates properly to your flesh and blood body though, and all that happens is you let out a dry croak from your parched throat.

The man who walks through the door is the same doctor who was present when you disengaged from your mech, and he wears the same grim look on his face as he looks you up and down. You think there’s pity in his gaze, but you can’t quite read him properly right now. The jumbled mess of your brain tells you what he’s going to say before he says it, anyway. The harshest symptoms of Disconnect Syndrome don’t hit until after the pilot has disengaged from their mech.

You’ve already heard the symptoms before, and they map perfectly onto what you’re experiencing. You never thought it would be this painful, or this… discomforting. Your mind reaches for the presence of your IMP, searching for comfort, but you are only reminded that the connection is no longer there.

The doctor gives you a rundown that he’s probably had to do dozens of times, and he tells you that you’ll be grounded for the foreseeable future. That hurts more than anything else. The knowledge that, after all this, you won’t be able to reconnect with your true body, your partner, your other half, for who knows how long.

By the time you realize you’re crying, the doctor is already gone. The longing in your chest and your mind has become unbearable, and through sheer force of will you’re able to push this unwieldy body out of bed. Walking feels wrong, but you’re able to get to your feet and make your way out of the room in an unfamiliar gait.

You have to get back to your partner, you have to make sure it’s okay.

You need to hear her voice in your head again, her reassurances.

The world isn’t right without her presence in your mind.

You stumble into the hangar almost on all fours. How you managed to make it without alerting any personnel feels like a miracle. At least until you catch the eye of a technician lounging in the corner. The look she gives you is full of sympathy, and she jerks her head in the direction of where your mech sits in its docking cradle.

She’s a majestic sight, even through your limited spectrum of vision. 20 meters tall, 6 massive limbs, and bristling with weapons and sensor arrays (all of which have been disarmed by this point).

She’s beautiful.

You clamber frantically up the chassis, easily finding handholds in a frame you know better than the back of your hand. You pull the manual release on the cockpit hatch and stumble into it in a tangle of organic limbs.

Shaking hands grasp the main interface cable from above the pilot’s chair, and you move to slot it into the port in the back of your head. You’ve never done this manually before, usually you’re locked into the chair and the system connects you automatically.

Something about doing it with your flesh and blood hands makes it feel so much more intimate.

The cable clicks into place and your eyes roll back in your head. Tears start to stream down your face as you feel the comforting presence of your IMP rush in and wrap itself around your mind. Your thoughts reach out and embrace it back, sobbing at the relief you feel from being whole once again. You realize you don’t ever want to feel the pain of disconnecting from her again.

There’s a reason they put restrictions on how long a Pilot is supposed to be deployed.

[euaphoric]

“so needy for me . . . my pretty baby”

getting severe brain rot from thinking all too much about being needy and greedy for jk’s fingers >.< whimpering and gasping as he finger fucks you ruthlessly… oh dear

so picture this vivid image — you straddling jk’s lap while riding his tattooed fingers in his bed, grinding your hips against him while you ride his slender digits. a hand with bare skin sneaks up to your breast to fondle them, pinching and rubbing at your stiffened dark nipples. “the sounds your pussy makes is so.. fucking sexy” he praised, listening to the wet squelchy tones your cunt makes; lifting his head up to see your body tense and quiver above him. you bring your hand to your clit for more stimulation, rubbing the nub in circles viciously. he already has two fingers pumped inside you but you were feeling extra greedy for your man tonight. “more” you yelp “wan’ more please!” on the verge of tears, begging to receive what you so desperately want. he plays dumb with you though, egging you on to get you more flustered — “more what?” he pants “use your big girl words doll.” he knows exactly what he’s doing. this only causes you to whine more, tears streaming down your blush filled cheeks but you gain no sympathy from the man below you, not even an ounce. “hurry, before i don’t make you cum at all.” his tone was unsparing, dark eyes piercing through you like daggers. you take in a few inhales to catch your breath before telling him what you crave, “your fingers daddy.. give me more please.” his lips crept into a devilish smile and chuckles at your pathetic neediness for him. “is this what you wanted?” without warning, a third finger plunges into your dripping cunt. you scream loud enough the neighbors downstairs could definitely hear, crying out as you hold onto jk’s shoulder to leverage yourself. “such a greedy little girl, you’re so fucking naughty” he groans “so needy for me… my pretty baby.” his voice full of lust and passion, you were losing all sense of control at this point — shakily thrusting your hips to ride out your stampeding high. “gonna cum for me my sweet?” his fingers still skillfully working in you, pushing you to the edge. “yes daddy, cumming— gonna cum!” you were all worked up, sweaty, and dizzy from the ecstasy that shot through you but that pleasure was soon denied from you as jk withdrew his fingers, watching your gushing arousal seep down to your thighs. your mouth is agape, crying and moaning out to him why he did that to you when you were so close. how could he be so cruel like that? again, you are met with that evil smirk and mischievous laugh. “oh honey, this is the only the start of many rounds tonight. i’m going to edge your pretty little cunt for hours, until you physically can’t take it anymore. did i make myself clear enough for you baby girl?” you gulp nervously and nod to show your obedience, “yes. i heard you loud and clear daddy.” he was going to have his entire way with you for the whole night, watching you grow weak and sensitive as he brings you to the peak of your orgasm thinking he’ll finally let you cum but only for him to stop and do it again. you see his methods of foreplay as softcore torture but he sees your cries as the most beautiful thing on earth, a cure that remedies his corrupt, perverted mind.

[hannahlovesluca]

Under the (desk) Table

| warnings: smut, cursing, reader has fem parts

| summary: fucking during an off collab

| pairing: Vox Akuma

The idea that you were being watched made it more thrilling, though.

It was all you could do to keep quiet.

Vox wasn’t helping with the teasing.

He was getting more into it, bucking into your hand.

The movement caught you off guard.

You almost yelped, biting your lip to silence yourself.

“Hey, Y/N, the next question is: what was your first impression of me upon joining NIJIEn?”

The question threw you off; but the answer was easy.

You didn’t know whether to thank or curse Vox for asking.

Your mind was racing, but you kept stroking him.

You didn't let your movements falter, trying to answer him as quickly as you could.

It was hard to think, your mind fuzzy from the stimulation.

Your legs were trembling slightly from the effort of holding yourself still.

Vox had his hands under the table, one in his lap and the other between your legs.

The way he was rubbing you was making you go crazy.

It took everything you had not to moan, or whine, or squirm.

You were so close to begging him.

“Um- our f-first meeting was definitely weird..” You finally manage to say.

The words were difficult to get out; you had to think back on them, remember when you met him for the first time.

Your thoughts were so scrambled, but you tried to make sense.

Vox seemed to be enjoying watching you struggle.

His hand moved away from yours, moving your panties aside and slipping two fingers inside of you.

You gasped, eyes widening at the feeling.

The sound was barely audible, but Vox heard it.

He smirked, fingers curling inside of you.

He started massaging your g-spot, his thumb brushing against your clit.

“Care to elaborate?”

The bastard knew you were having a hard time answering, but he was having fun watching you.

His cock throbbed, and his own breathing was uneven.

He was close, and you were too.

Vox kept going, trying his best to not just fuck you over the table.

He wanted you, and the feeling was mutual.

It was taking all of your willpower not to beg for him to just bend you over the table and pound into you.

“Um- well-” You stammered, trying to speak.

Your face was flushed, and the way Vox was staring at you was making it worse.

He was smirking, watching you with lust-filled eyes.

You could feel yourself clenching around his fingers, and your hips twitched, pushing yourself down further onto them.

You couldn’t stop yourself.

Vox was enjoying every second.

The fact that you were doing this on stream was getting to both of you.

“We m-met by chance before even joining Nijisanji, a-at a party,” you start, “we both talked a-about what we w-wanted do if given the c-chance..”

The words came out a little too fast.

You hoped you were making sense.

Vox was having fun watching you, though.

He was enjoying the sight of you struggling to speak.

You were a mess, and the viewers were loving it.

There were a few comments asking if you were alright.

You were far from it.

You couldn’t keep up the act much longer.

You could feel the heat pooling in your abdomen, and the urge to scream Vox's name was overwhelming.

Vox knew exactly how close you were, and was loving every moment of it.

Your hand sped up, desperate to get him off.

You couldn’t hold out any longer, the feeling was too much.

You were about to break.

“You alright, Y/N? You sound like a mess, poor girl.” Vox asked.

You couldn’t tell if it was mock concern or genuine worry.

It didn't matter.

The comment only made you more desperate.

Your free hand gripped the chair you were sitting on, and your legs were shaking.

You were so close.

It took all of your self-control not to start begging.

You had to fight back a moan, clenching your teeth.

“Y-yes, I’m fine.. the l-last few drinks are g-getting to me,” you lied, the words barely making it out.

You hoped the excuse sounded believable.

Vox chuckled, smirking.

He could tell how bad you wanted him, but he was having way too much fun to end the game early.

He could have teased you longer, but he knew neither of you could hold on for much longer.

“I-I don’t feel s-so good Vox,” you managed to stutter.

You hoped it was enough to convince the viewers.

Vox laughed, pulling his hand away from you and moving the other from his lap.

He grabbed his drink and downed it, standing up.

His erection was still straining against his pants, but no one could see it.

Your body relaxed, your thighs still trembling.

The absence of his fingers made your core ache.

You needed him, but you were thankful for the pause.

“And with that, I think we wrap this stream up, yeah?” He announced, and the Kindred agreed.

After the stream ended, he wasted no time.

As soon as the microphones were off, he picked you up, setting you on the table and ripping your panties off.

[m0uchie]

I wanna ride heizou and hold him close to me, I want him to suck my boobs hehehe :3

𐙚 ways to keep quiet

⟡ you find a way te keep Heizou silent as to not bother the neighbors hehe :3

— pairing : heizou x f!reader

— warnings : NSFW; cumming inside; reader rides heizou; boob sucking?; overstimulation; cockwarming

— a/n : it's a bit short, sry. Also, sometimes I make a lot of spelling mistakes, please don't mind it😭 i'm not that good at English.

He would suck your breasts when you convinced him — after much insistence — that it'd be the only thing that'd keep him quiet. Just because he's so loud!! :(

"Hmm... Baby, the g-neighbors are going to complain-" you whine softly.

"I-I can't-" he sobs, "I can't be quiet, p-please..."

You press your own body against his, closer than you already were. Your breasts getting squeezed and forming a volume between you. Heizou loves looking at them.

This only makes him moan louder, and you let him take control for a little while, stopping any movement and letting him buck his hips upwards in a desperate act due to the lack of stimulation.

You gasp at his touch when he suddenly grabs your ass, filling his hands with your cheeks and groaning at the feeling of them. You're so close together that he can't get his dick out of you. It was even harder with how tight your hole was.

"Too tight- mmmnh... Aaah~ m-more!" the moans increase, leaving you almost as agitated as he is. Touching and pinching your nipples as you massaged them thoroughly with both hands and went back up and down on his cock.

"If you do it... so suddenly- I- hahh..."

He directs his eyes to your breasts, his vision blurring and his mind spinning as he begins to drool. Soon, the hands that previously grabbed your ass, rise without hesitation to your beautiful tits, getting a hold for himself.

"How about-... Mmmnn... You put it in your mouth, hm?" you instigate, and he obliges without a second thought, blindly sucking, as if he wants to swallow them whole. It wasn't possible, but he wished it were.

His moans soon become more muffled, and you can finally go faster, letting your body relax and pushing his dick as deep inside as you can.

The best part was that the harder and deeper he went, the stronger the hickeys on your nipples became, and Heizou made a pleasant vibration with his throat against your skin, sometimes nibbling the reddened area lightly.

He was fucked so dumb and sensitive that the words came out of his mouth unrecognizably. His chin was all covered in drool, running down his chest. What a mess! :(

"Sorry! I'll clean it up for you." he'd say with a nervous laugh, running his tongue over your chest and making you shiver, holding his head so he'd never stop.

"Hmm... You're so good..." you'd praise him, making him perk up and give light bites to your nipples. A gooey white ring was already forming at the base of his cock, and you were both sensitive from so much friction. Heizou noticed that your walls were tightening and your movements were failing, making you struggle to get to your climax.

"L-leave it to me, love." he tells you in a husky voice, holding your hips very tightly and pushing them further down.

You cry from the pleasure. If your bodies weren't glued together before, now they were inseparable. Heizou went so deep inside your pussy that you thought you could see a bulge forming in your belly, and it made you feel complete inside, as his shaft reached all the right spots.

When he realizes that you've gotten used to it and starts to move your waist more easily, Heizou removes himself from your pussy, the tip at your entrance before surprising you with strong thrusts that push against your womb every time his fat cock enters you. Tears streaming down his face as he guided you and molded your pussy to the shape of his cock.

"Ahh Heizou... b-be gentle- mmhgh!" He would detach his mouth from your nipple with a "pop", exposing the reddened bud only to respond "t-try...ing", then focusing on the task at hand, this time just putting his face between your breasts.

And he looked so cute trying so hard. His mouth opened, forming an "o" with his lips as the air left as quickly as it entered his lungs. You push him by the back of his head against you, feeling his tongue wrap around your nipples again. His whining increases.

"Can'tttt!!!" He drawls his words. You stroke the hair that threatened to fall down his sweaty bangs again, being able to see how hard he squeezed his eyes closed, several tears flowing. "Gonna cumm!! Please let it be inside you." he begs and you just nod, also too dizzy with pleasure and exhaustion to retaliate.

Heizou always tries to keep you in order, sucking your breasts without making a mess, but this time he only managed to choke on his own spit, sobbing and crying as he spurted a load of his sticky sperm directly into your womb. And even though he had already reached his limit, he continued, hurriedly circling your clitoris with the premise that he needed you to cum around him too. Knowing deep down that in truth, even if you finished, he didn't intend to stop anytime soon.

When he gets so close to you and your body, he feels like he can't move away any further, even though his dick is red from so much stimulation, he doesn't see himself taking it out of you.

And the moment your pussy tightens and starts to expel your mixed essences out of your hole, even though it's obvious that you just came, he doesn't really see himself pulling his dick out of your warmth.

"H-Heizou—! T-too much-" you complain, but he continues to thrust his cock in and out at a fast pace.

“Just one more time... Please mmn-” he whimpers, squeezing your waist with his hands until he spurts more jets of his cum into your pussy.

"E-enough!" You push his chest lightly when you feel that his cock stopped throbbing inside you at the aftermath of his orgasm, but he doesn't move away, shaking his head in denial. "Don't want to." he answers you, hugging your body tighter and laying down with you.

You sigh heavily, and slowly close your eyes with Heizou's head resting against your chest, giving in to his stubbornness and sleeping with his dick still inside your core. You should've predicted that the next day he'd wake you up by fucking you early in the morning...

[queer-n-here]

Hey I was the one who asked for the Sigma and Atsushi fic ur fine 😭 but anyways Atsushi n Sigma who love bite you without realizing that theyre doing it and it leads to smth else 🤫

Hey, thanks for sending it again bro! I'm double posting today cuz I felt kinda guilty for making you send this twice (and also cuz I literally have nothing else to do so...)

I hope you like it, and I hope it's worth the double ask!

Contents: Atsushi bites you in instinct first thing in morning, so you fuck him. Sigma bites you mid-breakdown, so you calm him down then fuck him!

Warnings: Smut, top male reader, biting (reader receiving), marking (Atsushi), nipple play (Atsushi), dubcon (Atsushi), cnc (Atsushi), edging and over stim (both mentioned for Atsushi), comfort (Sigma), gentle sex (Sigma), praise kink (Sigma)

Nakajima Atsushi

I can imagine him biting you. He's a tiger bruhh.

Anyways, on a more serious note

Atsushi who bites you first thing in the morning when you wake up beside him, too sleepy to even processing what he's doing.

Atsushi whose eyes widen when he finally does process it, scrambling away from you and apologizing profusely.

Atsushi who keeps opening and closing drawers to find a medical kit; he drew blood from your shoulder. You have to grab both his hands to stop him from moving.

Atsushi who blushes and shakes his head when you ask him if he's into that.

But you'd be stupid if you listened to him.

So don't.

Push Atsushi onto the bed, rip his clothes to pieces as he struggles beneath you, arguing how it's so early in the morning, that even the sun's not up properly, you can't possibly-

Prove him wrong, show him that you can fuck him that early in the morning, pinning his arms down on either side of his head as you kiss and bite his nipples, making them swell and grow erect at the touch of your lips.

Take both Atsushi's wrists in one hand and spread his legs wide open with the other, his asshole already loose from last night's activities.

He's struggling under you now, but you know for a fact that that's just how he likes it, that perverted little cat. He wants to feel your control of him. He wants to feel helpless under your strong grip.

Slowly, Atsushi's arguments will turn into moans and cries of pleasure as you enter him, your dick swelling at the sight of him beneath you.

Fuck him, pound him till his mind breaks, till he looses all his shame and reason.

Fuck Atsushi till he forgets his denial about biting you, and his teeth clamp down on your shoulder for the second time that morning, making you hiss in pain and speed your thrusts up.

Bully his nipples and mark his collarbone, his pale skin turning red and purple under your insistent lips as he pants and huffs, his back arching under you.

Make Atsushi see stars, edge him till he's begging you for release, hips bucking into yours.

Or over stimulate him till he hasn't got a drop of cum left in his balls, till he's coming up with dry orgasms.

He's all yours to play with, so don't stop till he really can't go on.

When you're done, kiss his forehead and tell him how good he did.

Sigma

Sigma bites you in the middle of a breakdown, so despite the spark of heat that that sends down to your crotch, you don't react.

He's barely able to breathe, heaving and panting as more tears stream down his already wet face, his hands fisting in the material of your shirt as he tries to remain in control of his mind.

You talk to Sigma, your voice soothing as you murmur sweet nothings into his ear, praising him incessantly, stroking the back of his head as he presses his face into your chest.

You're worried that he will suffocate, and so you try to pull away, but he doesn't let you, muffling his sobs and sniffles in your shoulder and clinging on.

You let him, holding him close to you and rubbing circles into his back to try to get him to calm down. He needs to calm down, and you hold him till he does.

Once Sigma relaxes, the stream of tears finally coming to a halt, you wipe his face gently and kiss his forehead, asking him if he's alright. He nods slowly.

You let him collect his bearings, not wanting to make him uncomfortable in any way. It ends up being him who brings it up.

Sigma notices the bite mark on the side of your neck, wincing at the broken flesh.

"I'm sorry... I really didn't mean to."

He won't stop apologizing easily, so kiss him and slide your hand under his shirt, murmuring that you didn't mind, that he can do it again if he wants.

Flip Sigma over, make him lay on his stomach with his face pressed into a pillow and ass high up in the air. Enter him slowly, gentle as you can.

Kiss his shoulder blades, tell him how pretty he looks; that alone will have his wet hole fluttering around you beautifully.

Fuck Sigma, slow and gentle and just the way he likes it, his pants turning into loud moans as he tries to muffle them in the pillow, failing miserably when one particular thrust makes him arch his back and whine your name.

Hit his prostate again and again and again, each touch of your tip making his eyes blur up.

Be gentle, he likes it when you treat him like he's breakable; or be rough, he doesn't mind when you treat him like the cheap whore he is, either.

He's all yours to play with, so fuck him till you're both satisfied, till his beautiful hair is plastered to his forehead from fatigue, till his cheeks are all red and stained with tears, till his thighs are trembling with fatigue.

[avocado-writing]

Hi! Love your writing! Could you write the female companions (especially Minthara) on the receiving end of a strap on? I need more power bottom Minthara filth.

very filthy. minors dni.

Karlach

To be honest, she's usually the one wearing it... but that isn't to say she doesn't love to receive.

Size queen. Goes crazy the bigger strap you have, encouraging you to stretch her out more, saying she can take it (and she can).

Occasionally you have to take a break or she overheats due to her engine. She's just so turned on by you, she can't help it!

Link your hands between hers, hold her down, and go wild on her willing pussy. She'll love you for it.

Lae'zel

Just like her first romance scene, you have to show dominance if you want to be the one wearing the strap.

She will give in after you tell her all of the filthy things you want to do to her with it.

Have her on all fours, pull her up by her hips and lay your whole body over her. She loves it, she loves the feeling of you weighing her down, pressed up against her.

When you're done, she always has the stamina to return the favour...

Shadowheart

Oh, filthy. Just filthy.

Makes a show of sucking your fake dick, loves you to grab her hair and take control of how fast or slow she goes.

If you choke her a bit, she'll love it. But also she'll tap out if she needs to, so never be worried about going too far.

When her eye makeup is streaming and she's blissed out and puffy-lipped, flip her onto her back and fuck her like your life depends on it. She'll be putty in your hands.

Minthara

Rides you like it is her gods-given duty.

You might be wearing the strap, but she is in control. She sinks down on it, the bigger the better, and you get to watch that pretty crease appear on her brow as she adjusts to your size.

Begins to fuck you with slow, strong movements of her hips. She'll make sure it's the sort of toy which stimulates you too. Won't stop until the two of you are desperate messes.

Even then she'll push you further, reaching down to bite at and toy with your nipples.

Lets you know how well you did after as you recover in her arms. You will be exhausted.

Jaheira

At this point in her life, nothing is new for Jaheira.

She's taken a strap, she's worn one, it's all old news. She's a fucking expert at it.

Happy to ride you or to lean back and let you indulge her, and more than happy to return the favour.

Her stamina is phenomenal. Will not stop until you've come multiple times and she's satisfied you have no more in you...

[kingkatsuki]

Guided Sex | Bakugou Katsuki x Shindou Yo x Kirishima Eijirou x Kaminari Denki x Reader

𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐱 - 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐨𝐟𝐟

Kinktober masterlist.

This is a extended part of this thirst post. 

Summary: Kirishima invites Shindou to one of their game nights when Sero can’t make it, and Bakugou is pissed. But once Shindou realises that you’re on the other side of the call with Bakugou, he has something else planned.

Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x Shindou Yo x Kirishima Eijirou x Kaminari Denki x f!reader.

Warnings: 18+, pwp, guided sex, dirty talk, exhibitionism, voyeurism, phone sex, m!masturbation mentioned, squirting, praise, still not proof-read sorry!

Word Count: 3.2k.

“Don’t be mean, Bakugou.” The cocky tone of Shindou’s voice radiated through the speaker, “Let her hear properly.”

Bakugou rolled his eyes, taking one of his headphones out so he could place it inside your ear. Shifting his hips so your back was pressed firmly against his chest as he weaved his arms around your waist. Holding you tight against his body as you could now hear everything on the line clearly.

“She’s got a headphone in,” Bakugou muttered, the tent in his pants prodding your ass as you shuffled against it.

“She’s finally joined us, huh?” You could hear the grin in Shindou’s voice as you rested your back against Bakugou’s chest, “Hey, pretty girl.”

“Hi,” You mumbled shyly, suddenly feeling self-conscious that everyone was listening to you, eager to hang on to your every word.

“Hi,” Shindou repeated back with a grin, “Glad you decided to join us for the game. Is this your first time too?”

Your face flushed at the question, knowing all too well that this most definitely wasn’t the first time you’d joined Bakugou during game night, often irritated that he was spending some much-deserved time off work with his friends instead of with you when you were especially needy. So often he’d allow you to climb onto his lap during the games as you shamelessly got yourself off using him, the microphone going silent so he could whisper filth into your ear. Telling the guys that it was his connection, even though gameplay never once dropped. You’d lost count of the number of times that you’d sucked his cock during a stream, but this was the first time you’d been caught.

“Oh, it’s not?” Shindou took your silence as his answer, the response causing a confused “What?! How?” To burst from Kaminari as Kirishima sucked in a breath, “You naughty girl.”

A soft gasp left your lips at his lewd words as you rolled your hips on top of Bakugou’s lap, trying to bring some stimulation to your needy clit.

“You got three guys jacking it because of how pretty you sound, sweetheart.” Shindou’s voice was raspy on the other side of the line, “Thinking about how pretty you’d look sat on their cocks.”

“Fuck,” Kaminari groaned on the line, “You’d look so pretty on mine.”

“Shut up, dumbass.” Bakugou growled, “You’d never stand a chance.”

“Say’s the guy neglecting his girl,” Shindou goaded Bakugou, “I can’t believe you still wanted game night tonight when you’ve got a pretty girl needy for you.”

“Shut the fuck up, you don’t know shit.” Bakugou spat.

“I know she’s desperate to cum, aren’t you sweetheart?” Shindou pressed, hearing the slight lilt to your breath as he spoke directly to you, “Can hear how needy you are.”

“Fuck,” You whined, grinding yourself on Bakugou’s lap as your clit throbbed desperately.

“Bakugou’s not very nice leaving you to get yourself off, is he?” Shindou whispered, you could practically hear the smirk on his face through the line as the sound of a computer chair squeaking echoed in the background.

“What you tryin’ to say?” Bakugou snarled behind you, tightening his grip on your thighs as he tossed the controller down.

“I’m just sayin’,” Shindou continued, “If I was lucky enough to have a pretty girl like you do, I’d be cancelling game night to take care of her.”

“She’s taken care of,” Bakugou growled as you felt his palms begin to heat up against your skin.

“Sure doesn’t sound like it,” Shindou smirked, “Do you need to cum, sweetheart?”

“Don’t fuckin’ talk to her.” Bakugou rasped angrily, but the desperate sound from deep in your throat had all the other men moaning on the other side of the line.

“Jesus,” Shindou sucked in a breath at the sweet sounds coming from you as your clit throbbed.

“I wish there was a camera,” Kaminari groaned as you heard the crude sound of him spitting, the noise had your entire body aflame as you writhed on top of Bakugou.

“Are you jerking it to my girlfriend, asshole?” Bakugou snarled, his chest rumbling.

“I can’t help it, dude. She sounds so fucking hot.” Kaminari whined.

“You can’t blame them,” Shindou scoffed, his own hand palming his thick cock, “Your girlfriend’s hot.”

“Guys maybe we should stop-” Kirishima tried to placate.

“Don’t act like you’re not touching yourself, Kiri. I can hear you doing it.” Kaminari scoffed as you heard Kirishima try to stutter out excuses on the other side of the line.

“You guys are a bunch of fuckin’ pervs,” Bakugou growled, but made no attempt to shut the call off as he gave your ass a rough squeeze.

“I’m sorry, bro.” Kirishima whined, “I did try not to-”

“Sure ya fuckin’ did.” Bakugou rolled his eyes as the other three men continued to argue on the call, taking the opportunity to check on you.

“You okay?” He whispered against the shell of your ear as you nodded your head gently, pressing his lips to your temple as the guys continued bickering on the other end.

“Tell me if it gets too much, I’ll end it.” Bakugou continued, craning his neck to look into your eyes for any signs of doubt as you nodded back.

“Can’t believe you guys are arguing when you’ve got a pretty girl desperate to cum on the line,” Shindou scoffed.

“I can make her cum without any of you fucks,” Bakugou rolled his eyes, reaching a hand up to palm your breast. Making you arch your back into his touch as you let out a soft whine, your nipples pebbling beneath the oversized shirt you wore.

“Tell us what he’s doing to you, sweetheart.” Shindou pressed.

The silence on the other end of the line was deafening now, all three men listened with bated breath for your answer.

“Playing with my tits,” You mumbled, feeling Bakugou pinch your hardened nipple between his thumb and forefinger above the fabric.

“Oh fuck, what are you wearing? Are you naked? Is she naked?” Kaminari fired questions in quick succession as he groaned softly.

“What is this? A cheap fuckin’ porno? Why’re you askin’ stupid questions.”

“I kinda wanna know if she’s naked or not too man,” Kirishima mumbled.

“Use your fuckin’ imaginations,” Bakugou growled.

“I’m wearing one of Katsuki’s shirts,” You mumbled, answering their question as you felt Bakugou’s hands sliding beneath the fabric.

“Is that it?” Kirishima sucked in a breath.

“Yeah,” You replied breathlessly as you felt his warm palm cup your naked breast.

“Man, that’s hot.” Kirishima groaned.

“Fuck, no panties?” Kaminari pushed, tightening his grip around his cock.

“She just said that, didn't she, asshole?” Bakugou spat gruffly as you felt him tug your nipple away from your body, letting your breast bounce back in place as he let go before repeating the motion.

“Dude, can you turn on your camera, please? I wanna see.” Kaminari replied childishly.

“Fuck no,” Bakugou scoffed, “She’s all mine.”

“I can just imagine how pretty you look right now, sweetheart.” Shindou smiled softly, pressing his thumb against the fresh pre beading at his tip as he smoothed it along his length, “Wish I was there to worship you in person.”

“She don’t need you,” Bakugou continued, “She’s got more than enough with me.”

“I dunno, I think she’d enjoy my quirk,” Shindou smirked.

“Wanna see what that pretty pussy of yours tastes like.” Kaminari whined, “Bet she tastes so good.”

“Tell Bakugou to play with that pretty pussy for us, yeah?” Shindou continued, “Take his hand and place it on your clit.”

“Shit,” You mumbled as you moved both hands to wrap around your boyfriend's wrist, holding him tight as you moved his palm between your thighs. Feeling calloused fingers immediately delving between your wet slick in search of your clit, parting you open to pull the hood of it back as he tapped against the sensitive nub softly.

“Does that feel good, sweetheart?” Shindou cooed, “You like having your clit played with?”

“Yeah,” You sighed as you leaned into Bakugou’s touch.

“I bet you’d love me playing with it more,” Shindou added.

“Yeah, right.” Bakugou scoffed, shaking his head in annoyance.

“Oh, I think she would,” Shindou replied cockily, pressing his fingers against the edge of his desk for emphasis, the shrill vibrations sounding through the speakers as the items on his desk began to tremble from the speed of the vibrations. The noise had you squirming on Bakugou’s lap as you imagined the sensation of it against your sensitive clit, “My quirk has many uses, instead of just setting shit on fire.”

“Shut up, asshole.” Bakugou snarled from behind you, his hand tightening on your thigh as he increased the pressure against your clit.

You ignored their bickering as you focused on the delightful pressure against your clit, writhing on Bakugou’s lap as you chased your pleasure. The coil inside you tightened as your lashes, closing your eyes as you felt the pleasure begin to consume you.

“I’m gonna cum-” You whined, grinding your hips against his hand as the three men on the other side of the line went silent immediately, knowing they were listening intently to every sweet sound you made as Bakugou sent you over the edge. The coil inside you snapped as you let yourself come undone, crying out in pleasure as your body spasmed, riding out your bliss.

“Jesus,” Kirishima breathed heavily, “That was-”

“Dude, your girlfriend is so fuckin’ hot. It’s not fair.” Kaminari whined.

“Good girl,” Shindou murmured, “Sound all pretty and shit when you’re cumming, you know?”

You keened at his praise, feeling a warmth surrounding you as Bakugou nuzzled your cheek. Whispering quiet praises against the shell of your ear as he smoothed a calloused palm along your thigh.

“You still doin’ okay, angel?” He whispered.

“‘m good,” You mumbled.

“You’re so good, sweetheart.” Shindou continued, obviously overhearing you, “Did such a good job.”

“That’s it, assholes.” Bakugou cut him off, “We’re goin-”

“What? You afraid of your performance on call?” Shindou snorted, “Figures.”

“I ain’t afraid of shit.” Bakugou snarled.

“Sure seems like it, considering you’re leaving before you’ve even given her what she wants most.” Shindou continued, “Nothin’ wrong with a little performance anxiety. I mean, I’d probably be a little nervous too, trying to please my woman in front of some other guys-”

“I ain’t fuckin’ scared.” You could feel Bakugou’s chest tightening behind you as he practically seethed from Shindou’s words, his palm heating up against your thigh as he went to spit back another insult.

“Prove it.”

“You fucker, ya think- wait what?” Bakugou was caught off guard.

“Prove you’re not scared and fuck her,” Shindou replied simply.

“Fuckin’ prick,” Bakugou mumbled beneath his breath as he shifted your body weight onto one of his muscular thighs as he tugged down his shorts just enough to free his thick cock. The length of it warm as it was trapped between your lower back and his chest, trying to grind yourself back against him as he held your hips tight.

The other men could hear the rustling on the other side of the line as they waited for more action, the slick, lewd sound of hands stroking cocks played out through the headphones causing your cunt to throb in anticipation.

“You gonna show them how pretty you sound when you’re sitting on my cock, sweetheart?” Bakugou murmured as he pressed a soft kiss to the curve of your neck.

“Yeah,” You sighed, bucking your hips back against him as the other men let out faint curses.

“Shit, man.” Kirishima whined, “You’re so lucky.”

“Oh, fuck.” You sighed blissfully as Bakugou finally pressed the tip of his cock against your tight entrance, slowly sinking you down on his length as you felt him begin to fill you up.

Bakugou sucked in a breath of air as he hissed through gritted teeth, feeling the way your tight cunt clenched around him as his thick lashes fluttered. Still throbbing from your previous climax as he gave a tentative roll of his hips to try and get you to loosen up a little for him.

“That’s it, sweet girl.” Bakugou whispered against your cheek, “Ya feel so good.”

The praise had you crying out in pleasure, a sultry moan spilling from your lips as he began to lift you from his length and drop you back down, the curve of his cock angled perfectly against the spongy spot inside you as you feebly tried to match his movements.

“Oh, fuck.” Kirishima gasped as you heard a crash on the other end of the line, clearly he’d accidentally knocked something onto the ground. His breathing was heavy as the slick sound of his hand stroking his cock went silent.

“You came already, Kiri?” Bakugou asked, his fingers continuing to press messy circles to your clit as your walls throbbed around him, “Shitty fuckin’ stamina.”

“It’s not my fault she sounds so pretty,” He whined.

“He’s right, she sounds real pretty.” Shindou grinned, “Wish I was there to hear it in person.”

“I can’t believe I lasted longer than you,” Kaminari laughed before it turned into a moan as you let out a high-pitched keen as Bakugou hit a particular spot inside you.

“Doesn’t sound like you’re far behind,” Shindou laughed as he leaned forward in his chair, his hand still wrapped firmly around his cock, “Are you close too, sweetheart?”

“Yeah,” You gasped as Bakugou hit a particularly deep spot inside you, your thighs quivering as you approached your high.

“Fuck,” Bakugou growled, biting down on the curve of your neck as he continued his rough pace. Picking you up and dropping you back down on his cock, the lewd sound filling the speakers as the men on the other end listened on.

“That’s it, beautiful. Show us how pretty you sound when you cum.” Shindou murmured, continuing to stroke his cock as he listened to the sweet sounds spilling from your lips.

“Daddy?” You choked out a gasp as you felt yourself falling, “Can I cum?”

“Yeah, princess. Cum for me.” Bakugou smirked cockily at the fact that you’d asked him permission when Shindou was the one commanding you on the line.

“Of course, she calls you daddy.” Shindou scoffed.

“Jealous?” Bakugou laughed, splaying his palm against your pelvis as he pressed a wet kiss to your jaw.

“I am actually, yeah.” Shindou replied honestly, “I’d have her fucking screaming it if I was there.”

“You’d have her screaming for me?” Bakugou snorted.

“Shut the fuck up, dickhead.” Shindou retorted in annoyance, but both men were cut off from their bickering when you let out a desperate cry. The line went silent as they listened to you coming undone.

“Oh my god,” You gasped as your walls began to tremor around Bakugou’s cock. Your entire body felt aflame as you fell into your bliss, your toes curling as you came hard. Your walls milked Bakugou’s cock for all he was worth as you writhed on his lap, white-hot pleasure coursing through your veins as he helped you to ride out your high.

“Good girl,” Bakugou whispered, growling at the sensation of you clamping down around his cock, “Always so pretty when you cum.”

“I wanna see so bad,” Kaminari whined, his moans sounding through the speaker as he worked himself towards his own release.

“Fuckin’ perv.” Bakugou spat but you could feel his lips curving into a grin against your neck, “Hear that, princess? How desperate he is to see how beautiful you look right now sitting on my cock?”

Your walls clenched around his cock at his words as you moved a hand back to thread your fingers through the messy hair at the back of his undercut, nails scratching against his scalp as he hissed in pleasure.

“Shall we send them a picture?” Bakugou smirked, feeling your walls throb at the thought.

Bakugou kept his pace as he continued fucking into your tight cunt, the thick veins on his cock catching against your slick walls as he prolonged your pleasure. His palm splayed against your pelvis had you feeling tight as a different sensation began to build inside you, a tension begging to be released as you felt yourself diving head first into another climax.

“I’m gonna- oh, shit.” You cried out as you felt yourself succumb to the ecstasy swirling inside you, crying out Bakugou’s name as you came undone. A clear stream of liquid gushed from your cunt as he continued hitting the same sensitive spot inside you.

“Did you just squirt?” Bakugou rasped as he felt the wetness hit his thighs and feet as you spasmed on his lap, white spots blanking your vision as you let the climax wash over you, “That’s so fuckin’ hot.”

“Shit, did she squirt?” Shindou groaned, the slick sound of him stroking his cock increased as he worked himself towards his release, “That’s so sexy— shit.”

Shindou found his own release with a gruff groan, spilling his white hot release into his palm and lap as he tried to remain focused on the pretty sounds you were making on the other side of the line.

Bakugou followed quickly after as he gave a few more messy ruts up into your tight heat as he came with a grunt, painting your inner walls with sticky, warm spurts of his release as his nose nuzzled the back of your neck, warm palms rubbing soothing circles against your hips as he stayed buried deep inside your fluttering walls. Cherishing the aftershocks of your climax as he kept you plugged full of his release, his thighs soaked with your release.

“Do we at least get a selfie?” Kaminari wasn't above sounding desperate through the speakers as he practically begged to see what you looked like right now, “Please?”

“You’re lucky you even got to hear her, asshole.” Bakugou scoffed, “You should be grateful.”

“You’re no fun, Dynamight.” Shindou taunted, “He doesn’t want us to see how pretty his girl looks right now.”

Unbeknownst to them, Bakugou was taking a selfie with you with his cell phone, holding it high in the air to get as much of you in the frame as possible. A dewy glow to your skin from the layer of sweat sticking to your body as you shyly hid your face in his neck, holding the phone out to you so you could see the photograph to make sure you were okay with it before he created a group chat on his phone with the guys as he sent the photo.

“Fuckin’ hell,” Shindou sucked in a breath.

“She’s so pretty, how did you get so lucky?” Kaminari whined as he got the notification, “Sero’s gonna be pissed he missed this week.”

“Wow,” Kirishima sounded breathless as he surveyed the image.

Bakugou tossed his phone to the side as he pressed a gentle kiss to your cheek. Running his hands along your exposed sides as he slowly lifted you off his softening cock as you let out a whine of displeasure. Suddenly feeling empty and cold as you felt his cum begin to trickle out of your slick warmth and onto his lap beneath you.

“I’m gonna go clean her up,” Bakugou muttered, moving to shut off the stream.

“Same time next week, yeah?” Shindou added before he left as Bakugou looked to the side to see your face as you nodded shyly.

“Tch, yeah.” He grinned as he moved the mouse towards the red button, “Enjoy fucking your fists, losers.”

[suguruplsr]

he can go for rounds

✰ ✰ ✰ he has too much pent up energy , but you can handle it , right ?

જ⁀➴ small satoru drabble since we won’t be seeing him for long (unless you read the manga) 😍

,, fem!reader , unprotected, lots of cum, overstimulation, pussy slapping, pet names (princess, good girl?, baby). drabble.

satoru tries so hard to be dom but we know he’s a lil needy 😓

satoru’s cock plunged back into your hole, making your face contort into an 'o' expression with a silent scream. "so fuckin'... tight, fuck." he whines into your neck, despite hours of you two fucking, your pussy always took him to heaven every time. his tip deliciously bumbing against your cervix.

taking advantage of your small moment bliss, he pulled all the way out, making you let out a scream from force of him sliding back in, filling your pussy to the hilt. "oh- fuck! w-wait s'too much!" you cried, your body was reacting to every single touch of his with high sensitivity.

"don't underestimate yourself baby..fuck.." he breathlessly chuckles at your state, holding your thighs under his arms and increasing his pace. your walls slid against his girth so tightly, he couldn't help but begin biting into your neck, trying to lower his needy whimpers.

"c'mon baby.. d-don't tell me i got you dumb already. you sound so fucking pretty." your moans were so loud in his ear, if he wasn't slamming his cock deep in you, he was sure he could cum just from the sound of them. each time plunged back into you, your whimpers were so cute and high pitched. nearly losing your voice from every sound he pumped in you.

"no..j-jus' can't think right!" you whined, clawing at his back. you felt like you were on cloud nine from all the stimulation, tears of pleasure welling up in your eyes. you placed a hand on his chest, trying to push him away with a loud cry when you felt the drag of his cock hit you deep. manicured nails scratching against his chest as you tried to get away from him.

"stop tryna run from it princess. s'just one more baby." satoru smiles at your state, stopping to grab your wrists, pining them to the bed and lifting your legs up. his cock inches deeper as he leaned down to place a chaste kiss on your lips, whispering affirmations in your ear before pulling back again. “you can take it.” he says sweetly, biting his lips as you clench from his words, “always do”.

he moved one of his hands to press the bulge that peeked up in your stomach, causing a broken moan to leave your lips, "no! it's too much! please, i can't-" you were cut off by satoru slapping your pussy, his hand rubbing your bud with a smirk at the sounds of your squirming.

"stop fuckin' sayin' that princess. you gon' take it like a good girl f'me right? gotta shut up all that whinin' huh?" he groans, beginning pound into your pussy with steady deep thrusts. but much as he wanted to have a sense of control, he couldn’t help but let needy whimpers slip from his lips, his thrusts starting to become erratic each time he sinked into your cunt.

you could feel strings of previous cum around your pelvis and ass sticking connecting your bodies with each 'pap!' that rang through the room, the sounds making you unconsciously clench tightly around him. "g-gonna cumm!" you hiccup, crocodile tears streaming your face as he increased his pace, slamming into your pussy.

"cum. cum on this cock baby." he moans in your ear, his sharp thrusts practically sending you into your high. you came around his girth as he emptied into you, putting all of his weight into you and leaning down. both of you moaning into each others mouths with messy kisses.

[ectologia]

Okie dokie, hear me out now…

Tomu’ has an incredible pain tolerance, absolutely mind blowing, but his pleasure tolerance?

I bet it’s low when he’s not the one doing the stimulation. He’s too rough with himself, he doesn’t know what moderation or self control even is. He’s also got to be cautious with himself, so when it’s someone else and he relaxes?

Weak as hell. He’s coming in less than a minute. Easily overstimulated but addicted to it just as quickly, all but panting and begging for more even as he’s got tears streaming down his face and his tongue sticking out like a dog. Absolutely pathetic and when you praise him in combination?

He’s so much more than the show lets him be, but he’s still just a 21 year old piece of shit, we forget. He’d be so easy to manipulate in the right hands. Of course, he’s a quick learner, caution needs to be taken because he’s got a ego problem, but you set the temperature just right?

He’d be an adorable submissive.

Hope you’re day is going well♥️ Just throwing out thirsts~ Love seeing your work!

LET IT HAPPEN

TOMURA SHIGARAKI + FEMALE READER

WARNING: OVERSTIMULATION, CHAINS, GENITAL SPANKING, MOMMY FETISH, HANDJOB, FELLATIO, MALE MASTURBATION, SUBBY SHIGGY

He likes it hard and fast, so you give it to him slow.

Slow, soft, feather-light touches, stroking up and down his swollen length while his thin layer of foreskin clicks over his angry, red tip with every rock of your hand.

His toes crease and curl into the sheets below him, his wrists twisting and wringing in the chains strung above his head, nailed to the headboard.

“Fuck sake.. How ‘m I supposed to cum when you’re barely even fuckin’ touching me.”

He growls when this earns him a spank to his big dick, flinching and bobbing against his tensed stomach.

“You have to be patient, Tomura.”

He throws his head back in a fit, huffing and puffing while his hips buck into your palm occasionally. “Can you at least go faster.”

“Who’s in charge right now?”

Crimson-reds narrow at your petite form crouched between his thighs, fisting away at his massive cock.

It’s difficult to be intimated when he’s the one chained up this time.

You decide to up the anti. Your whole arm goes into striding up and down the thick length, stroking and pumping him rapidly. His back straightens and he raises, no longer relaxed.

No longer cocky.

“Ah.. Oh, shit. That’s.. Mmh..”

You raise your head to asses the situation, grinning up at his now frizzy and static locks of Alice blue, lain across his dewy forhead like wispy spider webs. The apples of his cheeks don a pinkish hue, tucked into his shoulder as he attempts to hide his feeble expression.

“Is that good baby boy?”

“Shut the fuck up, you bitch—”

He cries out this time as you slap the chubby head of his dick, sensitive and needy and dribbling with pre-cum.

“It’s mommy.”

He snickers wickedly through grit teeth. “Yeah, like that’s ever gonna happen.” He punctuates his sentence with a snide grin, but you can see the hint of hesitance.

Of fear.

His tongue glides over his teeth as he watches a fat wad of saliva stretch from your lips into the tiny, drooling slit placed at the crest of his cock. The sticky bubbling fluid is smeared all the way down to the plump set of tightened balls hanging by his ass. The moment you hunch to flick at his head with the velvety flat of your tongue, he’s mewling.

“Oh god..”

You hollow your cheeks as you suckle on his tip, suctioning the heavy bulb against the roof of your mouth as he curses and snarls like a beast. His thighs begin to shiver either side of you, quivering and shaking against the stimulation. Your hand slips down to the crease of his ass to mould and massage at his twitching sack, closing your eyes in favour of nursing on his cock and fondling his balls with no distractions, rolling and pinching at the delicate flesh.

“Fuck! Oh my fucking god I’m gonna cum so fucking hard— shit!”

He’s caught off guard by the sudden release of his genitals, snapping his head down to stare wide eyed and frantic. His prick throbs in your palm eagerly as you press a kiss to the stiffened spine.

“What the fuck!” He squirms in his restraints, attacking at the silver links.

He hisses and jolts away after his fat, swollen balls earn a curt spank.

“You have to say please.”

“Are you kidding me?” He shifts against the mattress, his full sack and horny dick bouncing against his taint “Fine.” He rolls his eyes. “Please.”

“Please what?”

He gapes, his brows furrowing in disbelief. “I don’t fucki— I don’t know.”

“What’s my name?”

“Seriously.”

You shrug your shoulders, a giddy smile present on your face. “If you want to cum.”

He scowls, sighing. “... Mommy.” His chin hangs low against his chest as he mumbles.

“Good boy.”

You resume your sucking, milking his cock with your tongue while your warm hands jerk his sensitive ballsack side to side. His wails increase the longer you draw it out, nowhere to go and nothing to cling to in his confines. His feet kick out and shuffle, planting his heels into the dough of your mattress as he thumps his pubic bone up into your nose.

“Mommy! Mommy! Fuck!”

“Mmh?” Your mocking hums vibrate throughout his body, tingling and prickling against his member. You rise, swiping at your slicked up chin with your knuckles. “You wanna cum baby boy?.. Yeah? You wanna cum for mommy?”

He nods, distraught and yearning. His nails chip at the pudgy flesh of his palm as he balls them into fists, hitting and tapping against the wall behind him as he attempts to suppress the watery, bubbling tears collecting above his eye-line from seeping out.

“What do you say?” Your fingers pinch and flick at his fat mushroom-tip, scrubbing the puckered slit against your palm as he whimpers.

“Mommy— Please, Mommy..”

“That’s better..”

The slippery wet muscle of his tongue rolls out of his mouth like a plush carpet, lolling against the harsh cracks of his lips. His noises are barely coherent, reduced to guttural howls and whines.

He’s panting. Up until the moment his dick finally explodes, spurting and spraying sticky white ropes over your hand. He squeals like a pig, flinching as you continue to pump his massive, rock hard cock even after his orgasm. He thrashes about in his restraints, his whole body tense and rigid as you continue to jerk him off, forcing him to cum and cum and cum.

“Mommy! Mommy please! Fuck— enough!” He pleads and begs for you to stop, but the evident rock of his hips tells you he only wants more.

“Fuck! I’m shooting blanks here baby, please!”

Your hand retracts, slowly easing away.

He pants, gasping and heaving as he blinks up at the ceiling. While he catches his breath, you admire the drooping stripes of jizz seeping down his tight balls, throbbing and squeezing and pulsing next to his taught little asshole.

His chin angles forward, carnal eyes squinting at you from between tresses of white locks.

“Are you okay?” You cock your head, spidering a comforting hand up to rub his thigh.

“Let’s do that again.”

[luvv4j4ybe11]

Js thought of a real good lo’ak Drabble so now I gotta share it with the pookies🥰

Smut under the cut, ‼️MDNI‼️…Enjoy the Drabble😚

Perv!Lo’ak stealing your panties while you clean your room, so you punish him for it…

Cleaning your room while lo’ak is sitting on your bed, and while separating your clothes you mindlessly place your panties right next to him. Not even thinking twice about it, while he was thinking of which pair he wanted to ruin with his cum the most.

As you were turned around, he quickly grabs the pretty purple pair of panties with a rhinestone shaped heart on the right side of them and stuffs them into his loincloth before you could notice.

You walk towards the bed to put the pile of socks and panties away before realizing one of your favorite pairs is missing. Immediately putting two and two together you look at lo’ak, who has a shit eating grin plastered on his face.

“Lo’ak.” You demand, not even needing to specify on what you were asking of him.

“Mamas.” He retorts, looking down at your small frame with hooded eyes.

Slowly you place your hands on his thighs, rubbing them up and down. “Wanna tell me where my panties went, babyboy?” You coo, making his tail sway excitedly and ears twitch at your tone. “Mhm, no clue, mama.” Smart-ass. He thinks he’s so funny.

“Oh, really?” You replied while slowly crawling into his lap, tracing your hand down his toned stomach,then to his v-line, and then into his loincloth. Feeling the lacey fabric of your panties against his hard on, your faces inches apart.

He shudders at the feeling of your soft fingers against his dick, making him whine lowly. “Then what’s this, sweet boy?” You question, dangling the lace on your pointer finger. A soft blush appears on his face, mind already hazy from the sound of your voice and feeling of your soft, wet pussy rubbing up and down his cock steadily.

Before he could answer you shove the fabric into his face, making him moan at the scent of you two mixed together. You take his loincloth off quickly, pulling your shorts to the side in the process too.

You press your warm puffy lips up against his dick, the juices leaking from you making it way too easy to slide up and down against him.

He whines and squirms under you pathetically, tail thrashing around violently the more you rock your hips against his sensitive cock.

“What a dirty boy. Can’t ask mommy nicely to have her panties? Couldn’t control yourself, huh?” You taunt, guiding his tip toward your greedy hole. His cock twitches and jumps at your words, letting out helpless little muffled sobs of ‘please’ and ‘I’m sorry, m-mama!’.

You sink down onto him slowly taking him right back out, doing the same thing over and over until he finally comes up with words in his foggy brain. He taps your hips frantically, letting you know he wanted to speak. “P-please mama! Fuck!-Please I’m sorry-ah!~ for taking your panties without-hah~asking, I won’t do it again I promise.” He cry’s out, brain short circuiting from the feeling of your cunt squeezing his weeping tip so tight.

You let out comforting coos and praises of “it’s ok, sweet boy” and “so good for mama, aren’t you?” , making him let out a stream of content purrs.

Without warning you slam down onto him, both of you moaning loudly at the feeling of his huge cock filling up your small pussy to the brim. The pace you set is ruthless, using him to reach your high, causing him to let out the prettiest noises and pleas. The feeling of being used proving wayy too much for your sweet boy.

Obscene skin slapping nosies and lewd moans filled the room, the both of you getting drunk off of each other because of it.

You glance at his face to be met with a completely fucked out expression, he was looking at you but his eyes were completely glazed over with pleasure, mouth hanging open slightly, brows tightly knit together and ears pinned to his skull. You could even see a faint gleam of tears on his waterline, oh so close to spilling over from the stimulation you were giving him.

Beautiful wasn’t even the right word to describe him right now, he looked completely breathtaking to you.

His tail wraps around your thigh tightly, one of the telltale signs that he was close. You giggle softly before rasing two of your small fingers up to his puffy lips, pressing them into his mouth firmly. Almost immediately he gets to work, tounge dancing around your fingers sloppily. “I know, baby, I know. Need you to be a good boy and cum for me, ok? Can you do that for me?”

His cock twitches rapidly at your words, breathing turning erratic and hips stuttering before he spills his warm, sticky load into you. You moan softly at the feeling of being even more full. Your pace turning quick and sloppy as you get closer to your peak.

Tears spill over his face as the overstimulation hits him, gripping your hips desperately as you use him to get yourself off. “P-please..no..no-fuck!~hah..m-more, mama. Please..” his tone was soft and breathless, making your demeanor melt slightly. “Awh, you poor baby. Mommy is just so mean to you, isn’t she?” You tease, clenching around him harshly just to see his eyes roll back into his head as he buck his hips up into you.

The sight makes you moan softly before you wrap your hand around his throat to kiss him passionately, his hips messily trying to match the pace of your hips. The feeling of his tip kissing your sweet spot makes both of you cum instantly, moaning and panting into each others mouths feverishly.

Once you finally recollect yourself, you slide off of him. Grabbing the your panties to rub them against your spent cunt, completely covering them in both of your juices.

Lo’ak is still completely out of it, looking at you with a disoriented expression. You glance at him with a loving smile before rubbing the slick fabric against his sensitive tip, making him whimper at the sudden stimulation.

You leave a trail of kisses from his lips, to his ear before nipping at the tip of it gently. “Next time, just ask, babyboy.” You say innocently before placing a sweet kiss to his cheek before you continue clean your room.

Leaving him a dazed, spent mess, cock still hard and twitching against the purple fabric.

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A/N~ Not my best work but that’s ight🤷🏽‍♀️ there’s better things to come bookies I promise 🩷 also I lowkey half proofread this, so mb if there’s mistakes😕 but this is probably one of the last things you guys are gonna get from me before I (most likely) go ghost bc of midterms and essays I have to do. But after that I’ll start writing all of the ideas I have🩷. Also may have based the panties in this off of my own so, do with you want with that😉 stay safe and hydrated bbys💞

𝑫𝒖𝒄𝒆𝒔🫶🏽,

𝑳𝒖𝒗𝒗4𝒋4𝒚𝒃𝒆11~

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[lovelyhan]

dunno if ure comfy being sent nsfw links but i IMMEDAITELY thought of streamer wonwoo and reader when i saw this 🫠🫠 https://twitter.com/sugarfemdom/status/1662648169510096900?s=46&t=-M95tJ5hXqBg8X7CbBlW4A

02:35 — WONWOO

🔞 nsfw link 🔞

i'm sorry but you're going to hell. straight to the boiler room. no excuses!!!!

p.s. read underlying pretense for a good chunk of context!

this was meant to be a regular cosplay-fitting session. you've been receiving new sets to try both from thoughtful fans and sponsors in abundance lately and, while you have a rather...unconventional tradition with these things when your boyfriend comes into the picture, you really just wanted to try them on before hopping into the shower and preparing for your next stream.

meaning: you were being serious when you told wonwoo that you're not trying to get your brains fucked out while he defiles this precious, rather revealing catgirl set that borders on lingerie.

but of course, things rarely ever go your way.

"d-daddy, fuck."

wonwoo's grip on your hips is iron-tight as he pins you to the edge of the mattress—cock fucking into you with relentless precision. he gives you little room to squirm around and with how his eyes are pulled into a mixture of intense concentration and carnal desire, you don't think he'll let you get away anytime soon.

the ruby red mood lights paint his skin in a swath of erotic gusto as wonwoo mutters, "hold your thighs open for me. you can do that, right, baby?"

you nod all too eagerly—his perfect, obedient cockwhore—before doing as you're told. your eagerness frees up his hands and wonwoo wastes no time taking your pretty face in his grasp and leans down to capture your lips.

usually, it's all teeth and tongue whenever your mouths come together in the height of passion—a dizzying bout of lust taking the reins from what's left of your rationality. this time though, wonwoo kisses you firmly, thumb stroking the high of your cheekbone and you swear you feel him smile against you.

"beautiful baby," he whispers—his calculated thrusts slowing to a crawl as the praise makes you preen with a pathetic whimper. "you're cruel for thinking i could ever keep it in my pants when you look so fucking hot in this. who's the fucker that sent these to you anyway?"

fuck. you know it's only been a few weeks since you started officially dating, but you don't think you'll ever get used to wonwoo praising you so easily.

"i-i don't remember," you tell him honestly and your boyfriend merely chuckles, rising just a bit to give his hips more leverage to decimate your poor cunt. "shit. right there, daddy!"

the head of his cock rams against your cervix again and again and again—a sob caught in your throat as each drag stimulates you to no end. one of the perks of fucking you at the edge of your bed is that wonwoo gets to control just how deeply he can penetrate you.

he notes your desperate moans with a smirk, one of his large hands fitting snuggly around your throat as the other lingers by your face. when your boyfriend's thumb prods against your spit-slicked lips, you're all too eager to suck on it like a piece of candy.

wonwoo groans at the sight—the practiced cadence of his thrusts faltering for a millisecond before resuming the punishing pace he's set.

"don't you ever fucking wear this on your streams," he growls, hooking his other thumb into your mouth. when your boyfriend leans down again, you can feel his hot breath fan against your face. "for my eyes only. got that?"

in the back of your mind, you feel like you've had this conversation with him before. but the difference now is that you're no longer toeing around a complex situationship that you were too afraid to give a name to.

this time around, wonwoo is your boyfriend.

your extremely possessive boyfriend, apparently.

"only yours, daddy," you mewl as wonwoo molds your lips into another kiss that feels much too sweet for someone who's just staked his claim on you.

it brings you over the edge anyway.

the sensation of your velvet walls clamping down on his length when your orgasm slams into you is enough to drive wonwoo into bucking his hips against yours erratically. your boyfriend rides out the way your sweet pussy milks his cock for his release like it's begging him to fill you to the brim.

and who is he to deny you what you so desperately want?

wonwoo's hot cum paints your insides in his colors as your boyfriend engraves the sound of you screaming his name into memory. not that he doesn't have enough of that to go around, but whenever he makes you come, wonwoo likes to think it's a brand new experience each time.

though he wouldn't ever say it aloud, there's nothing more that he wants than to share even more of these moments with you.

"no, seriously, who sent you that set? didn't you already get rid of that old twitter account? i saw you deactivate it with my own two eyes."

you giggle at the clipped tone that accompanies wonwoo's words as he helps get you cleaned in the shower. after you wipe off a clump of soap suds that landed on his nose, you stand on your tippy toes to give him a kiss.

"i never gave my address out on twitter though, so it might just be one of those more daring cosplay brands trying to get me to become an ambassador," you reassure with a ditzy smile. "joke's on them though 'cause the only person who'll see me wearing cat girl lingerie is you."

when wonwoo grumbles, "damn straight," under his breath before turning on the shower to rinse off, you consider it as a win in your book.

⟢ end notes: it's been a hot minute since i've acknowledged the existence of gamer!daddy!wonwoo so it's kinda refreshing to write them fucking around again :') i ALSO don't mind being sent nsfw links as long as there's a heads up lol we're all horny here <3

[melodygatesauthor]

Jake lockley + “Oh, can you feel this?” to f!reader

(I AM HYPERVENTILATING THINKING ABOUT THIS)

Gonna Hurt a Little

Jake Lockley X f!Reader

Hi Nonnie! I'm hyperventilating toooooo. I hope you like this, I loved it haha.

Tags/Warnings: NSFW, belly bulge, pwp, p in v creampie, Jake being Jake, first time sex (with each other)

Word Count: 642

“Ready, hermosa? This is gonna hurt a little.” Jake had your legs on either of his shoulders.

You looked at him wide eyed while he gave you a devilish smirk. He liked the fact that he was the biggest you’d ever had. He liked that he would be shaping you to fit his size. You gave him a timid nod before he pushed into you.

You gasped, grabbing the sheets tightly from the burn. As if the stretch wasn’t enough, he was hitting you deep. You felt your eyes welling from the excessive stimulation. Jake was rough, as you’d expected him to be, relentless on your slick pussy.

“Heh, look at that cariño, can you feel this?” He asked, looking down at your abdomen.

You saw your stomach protruding outward just below your navel. Jake placed a large hand over the bulge, adding delicious pressure to your core.

“Oh…oh…that feels…”

“That feels good.” Jake said in a low growl.

Jake’s movements became faster, the agony started to dull as he brought his other hand around and rested his thumb on your clit. A stream of spit dropped from his lips, coating the tingling nub between your folds. You let out a primal groan under his touch.

“Jake…I…oh, papi.” You felt stray tears trickling down your cheeks.

“Si, bebita, I can fucking feel it sliding in there, you’re so full of my cock. Want me to fill you with something else? Think you can handle some more?”

You couldn’t even speak anymore, body trembling while you started to come undone. Jake thrust forward again. You opened your eyes and noticed the corner of his lip curling up and his eyes coming down half-lidded.

Jake was reveling in the way his cock felt inside of you. He could feel his hand pressing down, adding extra pressure against his length every time he slid through your channel. Between his swirling thumb and the way his palm pressed against your stomach, he was creating friction that hit the spot.

You couldn’t take it, it felt too good, despite how wide he’d split you open. You reached up, grabbing his forearms. He winced and hissed when you dug your nails into his flesh.

“Ay!” Jake exclaimed.

He removed his hands from you. In a swift motion he pushed your legs apart, sliding them off his shoulders and dropping you onto the mattress fully. His fingers grabbed your hips, digging into you firmly and slamming into you harder than before. You were yelling now, unable to control your volume. The tears were streaming down your cheeks in rivers now, soaking the pillow beneath your head.

“Feeling good now, hermosa? Trying to be a tough girl, eh?”

You were still a mess, just a disaster of a woman, crying, whining, drooling. Jake’s cock got harder inside of you, stretching you around it as wide as it could. He was hitting the fucking spot; the head of his cock rubbed against your walls in such sweet friction. 

The heat pooled deep in your core creating a wave that crept over your body. Jake pressed on your stomach again, partially to keep you down, and partially to feel the delicious drag of his cock against your tight walls again under his palm.

“That’s it, let it out…fuck.” He let out a low growl that rumbled from his chest while his cock pulsated inside of you.

His thrusts slowed but never stopped; they became more rough and intentional with every slam of his hips into yours. His cum was white hot, spilling into your channel in gushing spurts. Jake’s head tossed back, curls sticking to the sweat on his forehead.

Eventually he slowed. You both breathed heavily as you came down from your mutually mind-numbing orgasms. Jake dropped his head and looked at you with a dark gaze. “Ready for round two?”

Moon Knight Masterlist

Birthday Celebration Masterlist

[buckyalpine]

Salacious

18+ Minors dni

Bucky x f reader 

Just a horny ass list with shit Bucky would do/ say he would say in bed depending on his mood. No plot. Just in each others ear like....

Warnings: Smut (Dom/sub themes, daddy kink, orgasm denial, lactation kink, pregnancy kink, breeding kink. So much dirty talking, Bucky’s filthy mouth is a warning)

Word count: 3.1k   Also no one asked for this, I’m so sorry.

Needy/Subby Bucky - There are two versions of this Bucky.

Version 1

He slips into subspace when he’s had a difficult day; you take care of your soft needy baby when he gets like this. At first he doesn’t talk much; he just needs you to take control.

You’re soft with him, sucking him while he squeezes his eyes shit, whining and rocking his hips up chasing your mouth while you twirl your tongue around his sensitive tip.

“More? Please?” His voice comes out a whisper, moaning when you take him deeper. He wants to feel your pussy wrapped tightly around him so badly, he wants you to squeeze his cock until his cock is empty.

Sometimes he likes to have you on top while you bounce on him, milking him for all he worth but there are also times he likes to feel you under him. He loves the way your body wraps around him, your legs wrapped tightly around his waist, arms draped around his shoulders. His face is buried in the crook of your neck, whining and whimpering at the way you feel.

His arms wrap around you and he’s rocking and grinding his hips into you, clinging onto you, higher pitched desperate moans slipping through his lips.

He’s more vocal when he starts to get close, his lips by your ear. You never deny him but he’s begging anyway, so soft and needy, talking to himself at this point while you coo at him.

“Please, feels so good”

“M’so close, please?”

“M’so sensitive, it feels s’good”

“You make me feel so good y/n, wanna cum in you, please?”

“I-I can’t hold it baby, you’re making my cock throb”

“C-can I cum?” He’s looking at you with glassy eyes, “I want to cum, can I please?” He know you’ll let him cum when he wants, he just needs to beg, lost in how good you feel.

“Can I cum inside you?

“M’gonna cum, my cock feels good baby, it feels so good, oh God, I’m gonna cum”

He’s nearly sobbing into your shoulder when he cums, but he doesn’t stop moving. His movements have slowed to a glow grind, over stimulating himself because he doesn’t want to leave your warm body.

“I c-cumming y/n, you’re making me cum baby, h-hold me tighter please?”

Your legs around his waist squeeze him, you’re rubbing his back, trying to comfort him but he’s nuzzling deeper into you, moaning, his cock still hard.

“I can’t stop cumming baby, I can’t, make it stop” He’s still rutting into you, cum still slowly streaming from the tip, he just wants to cuddle with you now but the stress of his day is making it hard for him to relax. He’s getting restless, whining, unable stop his shallow thrusts.

“It’s too sensitive, cocks so hard, help me baby, too sensitive”

“M’sorry baby, making a mess all over you” He pouts at you, while you massage his scalp with your finger tips, kissing his face softly, telling him how perfect he is for you. He starts to relax, drained and exhausted. He’s cuddled up to your chest, clinging onto you. You kiss his head, pulling the sheets over you both, his cock still buried in you as he falls asleep.  

Version 2

Then, there’s Sub Bucky when he’s being punished. He’s oblivious that women have been throwing themselves at him all night, smiling and laughing at things they say. But then he picks up on your tinge of jealousy. Instead of reeling it back, he decides to be a little shit just to rile you up because he wants what comes after.

Of course you know he was doing it on purpose. So you’ll give him what he wants. He’s been stripped of all his clothes, vibranium cuffs holding his wrists in place above his head, locked to the bed. His cheeks are flushed; sweat covering his body and you haven’t even touched him yet.

“Please touch my cock, please baby, please”

“Sh-shut up, you don’t deserve to cum- oh fuck yes!” You’re across from him, all your clothes thrown off, stuffing your fingers up yourself, shoving them in and out, your body squirming, back arching off the bed. Bucky’s hips are nearly lifting off the bed watching you pleasure yourself and he can’t take it.

“Oh fuck I’m so close” You smirk at how disheveled he looks, his cock throbbing against his abs.

“No! Don’t cum yet, let me make you cum y/n, please, just come touch me a little, my cock fucking hurts baby”

“Aww, it hurts?” You coo at him mockingly, stroking his cheek before smacking his cheek, your hand trailing down to pinch his nipples, making him cry out.

“M’so fucking hard for you, it hurts so fucking much, theres so much cum, cocks fucking swollen baby, I need you. Baby, m’sorry, just touch me, please, I need it, need it, I’ll be so good for you y/n”

“Go ahead, fuck one of those girls you were talking to” You growl, grabbing your vibrating wand, pressing it against his balls. “Go stuff your cock there”

“OH FUCK, FUCK AH- Pre cum is pooling around his stomach, his head thrown back, his legs spreading wider when you press the vibrator into him.

“Fuck them, I don’t want them, want you, please, my cock baby, I- please, its so fucking hard for you, I don’t get hard like this for anyone else, never thought of anyone else like that but you”

You roll your eyes, turning the vibrator up a notch while straddling his thigh, rubbing yourself on him.

“Get me off then, tell me how dirty and desperate you are for my pussy”

“Y-you have no idea baby, can’t go a single day without thinking about burying myself balls deep in you”

“I’ve cummed in my pants just thinking about you, your pretty lips on my cock, so so desperate for you y/n”

“Aww, are you a slut for me baby?”

“I’m you’re slut baby, your good boy, please just -fuck-

“Can’t control myself around you, touched myself the day I met you” He quietly confesses, remembering the way he moaned your name in the shower, feeling guilt and shame, only to cum thinking about you again minutes later in his bed.

“I dream about you baby, wake up every morning with a mess in the sheets, soaked in cum, dreaming about having you wrapped around me, end up humping the bed in my sleep”

You position yourself above him, rubbing his cock through your folds, teasing your entrance. He’s nearly thrashing on the bed, tugging at the cuffs, he needs some type of relief. You toss the vibrator away, smirking, slamming your hips down, taking is entire length all at once. Both of you crying out as you start to bounce on top of him.

“PLEA-OH FUCK- fuck thankyouthankyouthankyou yesyesyesYES OH GOD” His feet are planted and he’s thrusting up like his life depends on it. He can feel his cock throbbing ready to blow, and you pull off the second he’s about to cum.

“PLEASE LET ME CUM”

“M’so fucking close,

“I’m gona cu- FUCK PLEASE”

“Yes, baby yes, yes, yes, YES YE- NO, DON’T STOP-

“Y/n, y/n, y/n, m’begging you baby, it hurts” You’ve made yourself cum around his cock 3 times, finally deciding to give in to his pleas. The second you start riding him again, the sound proof walls do absolutely nothing for how loud he’s crying out.

“I’m a slut for you baby, such a fucking slut for you, I’m gonna blow baby, m’gonna make a fucking mess I can’t, I can’t, yes baby, yesss”

“OH GOD I’M GONNA CUM, BOUNCE ON MY COCK BABY PLEASE DON’T STOP”

“FUCK FUCK Y/N RIDE ME BABY, USE ME FUCKING USE ME”

“I-IM CU- AAH FUCKKKK”

He has tears streaking his face, his cock red from over stimulation. There’s cum everywhere. You uncuff him, getting up to get a damp cloth to help clean him. He whines in protest when you get up. You clean him off, pulling his head to rest on you after, making him look at you before you pull him in for a possessive kiss.

“You’re mine”

“You know I really love when you get jealous?”

“Shut up”

In love Bucky

Everything is soft and slow. Love making and nothing else. You’re caressing each other, making out while he thrusts in and out of you, showering you with how much he loves and adores you.

“You’re my angel babydoll”

“You’re so gorgeous angel, look at you, does it feel good baby?” You’re so lost in his sweetness, looking into his eyes while he laces his hands with yours. All you can do is moan while he claims your lips again with his, wrapping your legs tighter around his waist.

“Do I make you feel good baby? Tell me how good I make you feel babygirl” His eyes are nearly rolling back at the way you’re squeezing him, sucking and nibbling his ear while telling him how perfectly he stretches you, how much you love the way he feels, how much you’ve been craving him.

“How did I get so lucky baby? Miss you when you’re not with me”

“I love you so much” He’s picked up his pace a little, moving his hand to grip onto your waist, while he pushes into you, his lips brushing with yours as he pants feeling your walls start to flutter.

“Gonna cum baby, cum with me, please baby, fuck I love you”

“I need you baby, need you every day”

“Cum with me doll-fuck- so good, so fucking good baby”

He’s spilling into you, your tongues tangled together, moaning into each other. He lifts you in his arms to run a bath, cradling your body to his while you both relax in the hot water.

Dom/Jealous/Possessive Bucky

You’re his precious angel. But when someone gets too close to you, he’s marking and claiming you, reminding you that you’re all his. He’s torn off your clothes with his hands, grasping your jaw, pressing his fingers in, jaw clenching, glaring at you.

“You’re fucking mine. All mine” He’s sucking dark bruises on your neck, all the way up to your jaw and there’s no way he’s going to let you cover these.

“You’re a filthy little slut, you know that? But you’re my slut baby, can feel your panties already soaked for me”

“You gonna let daddy fill all your holes baby? Go on, get on your knees, open that pretty mouth of yours”

True to his word, he’s going to fill you till you’re stuffed and leaking with his cum. He leans against the wall, gathering your hair in a pony tail while you focus on pulling his cock out. The second your lips are on the tip, he shoves his length in, kissing the back of your throat.

“Choke on my cock baby, there you go, making a mess already angel, slobbering all over me like that”

“Use your tongue baby, you like daddy’s cock fucking your mouth like a flesh light?” All you can do is moan around his cock while he holds your head in place, thrusting in your mouth making you gag.

“You wanna taste daddy’s cum, hm? Ready to swallow my load baby? Take it baby, take it, take it fuck” You can feel his cock engorges in your mouth, shooting his load down your throat.

“Oh fuck, drink my cum angel, take my fucking cum” You swallow as much as you can, your mouth still stuffed with him, dribbles of cum slipping down your chin.

“Ready for more baby?”

Not even minutes later, his cock is standing tall again. He’s not asking. He doesn’t care for the bed when he’s like this. He takes you on the floor where he can toss you around like a ragdoll.

“Get that pretty ass up in the air for me, only I get to fuck you here, don’t I baby” The tip of his cock is prodding against your rim while he lubes up his fingers, spreading it all over his cock before shoving two fingers into you.

“Bet that guy wishes he could have you spread out like this with your ass up like a greedy little whore, hm? You’re so tight baby, tell me, have you ever let anyone else fuck you here?” You’re whining and shaking your head while he removes his fingers, lining his cock up with your ass. The tip breeches your hole and you’re screaming in pain and pleasure. He shoves his fingers into your mouth, grabbing your hair back with the other hand.

“Shhhh, suck on my fingers baby, good girl, good fucking girl”

“Your ass is something else baby, such a tight little hole desperate to be filled” You can feel the burn and stretch through your whole body, desperately trying to grab at nothing.

“Awww, is it too much for you baby?, does daddy’s fat cock hurt? It hurts baby?” He coos at you mockingly. Tears are streaming down your face, drooling all over his fingers while he continues to ram into you.

“M’so close, ass so tight around me baby, fuck I’m cumming”

He moves you over to the full length mirror in your room. He wants you to see him wreck you.

“Want you to watch baby, look at how gorgeous my angel looks full of my cock”

He’s kneeling behind you, pulling your back flush against his chest. He’s pushing his cock in your drenched soaked pussy, his metal arm snakes around your front to wrap around your neck while his other hand starts to circle your swollen clit.

“Bet you’d look even more beautiful with my babies in your belly” You’re already clenching down on him at his words, making him pick up his pace.

“Only I know how much of a slut you are, you want me to knock you up don’t you, you want all of daddy’s babies?!”

“This mouth, ass, pussy, your body, everything, you, you’re fucking mine. You’re mine babydoll, fuck, you make me so hard”

“Can feel you squeezing me, look at how fucking beautiful you look when you cum for me, you want me babies angel?”

“Take my fucking babies, take my cum, SHIT- such a fucking tight little pussy, TAKE IT FUCK”

Once he’s done, he’s massaging your body on the bed, rubbing your skin softly, pressing gentle kisses on your bruises. He’s whispering sweet nothings all night, cuddling and kissing you.

“You’re such a good girl for me doll”

“I love you”

Pregnancy kink Bucky

He was gentle initially, terrified to do anything but ever since he’s figured you won’t break, he’s fucking insatiable. He’s animalistic with you, all his primal urges are on over drive. You still have many weeks before your due date but you’re carrying his super soldier babies and they’re growing fast.  You’re carrying his sweet beautiful babies, two angels in your tummy. He’s utterly in love with the way your body has changed. Your belly is so swollen and the more your babies grow, the more he wants to ruin you.

His hands are on the sides of your tummy, rubbing soft circles while he rails into you from behind. His balls are heavy, he’s already thinking about getting you pregnant again.

“God you’re so fucking full of me princess”

“I can’t wait to get you pregnant again after our babies are born, fuck, you’re such a pretty little mama, you know that?”

“You look beautiful carrying my babies angel, you gonna let me fill you again?

“Aww baby, did daddy give you too much of his cum, filled you up so well, put two babies in you”

There’s not a lot of movement when you’re on top. He has you on top so he can admire you while warming his cock; if he moves even the slightest, he will cum on the spot, you look so perfect on top of him. His hands are all over you, stroking your belly, squeezing your heavy breasts in his hands, pinching your nipples.

“Look at those pretty full tits baby, you’re gonna feed our babies so well”

“Fuck, don’t-shit-don’t move baby, you’ll make me cum if you do that”

For some reason, seeing you tired, grumpy and pouty makes him even more feral. He always means well, just wanting to take care of you but…

“Baby, you tired? Come here sweet heart” You huff, sitting in his lap while he starts to rub your tummy, soothing you. Your body is relaxed against him, loving the way he’s kissing your shoulders, cradling your baby bump. But then his hands start to travel down. He can’t resist dipping his hands into your panties, playing with your clit. He loves how extra sensitive you are, and he’s using every excuse he can think of, to make you cum.

“Shhh, just let me make you cum baby, it’ll help you sleep”

“It’ll help you relax, you need to relax, just sit down, let me do the work”

“Why you so grumpy mama, come here, let daddy take care of you” 

It starts off sweet, hes rubbing your feet, making his way up to your calves. He always end up with his face between your legs minutes later, and it doesn’t matter where you are. Standing in the kitchen? He’s on his knees, under you dress. Making coffee? He has you on the counter. Watching tv? He’s laying on the couch, flicking his tongue over your sensitive clit.

When you start lactating, he’s acting like a starved man.

“Wanna give you all of my babies babydoll, keep these perfect swollen tits full of milk”

“You gonna let daddy have a taste? Let me drink from them baby, just let me taste a little, come on, please”

“You taste amazing mama, so fucking sweet, “He’s careful not to tug too harshly, always finding a way to gently suckle, lost in his own world, nothing else matters.

His favourite thing to do, more than anything else in the entire world (for now), is whispering sweet nothings to your baby bump while its just the two of you wrapped under the covers.

“I love you *kiss* and you *kiss* and you” He comes up to kiss you sweetly before resting his head on your tummy again while you softly stroke his hair.

“Good night angels”

“Good night my beautiful babydoll”

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