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Imagine being an average Joe, working a nine-to-five and owning a small apartment. Only to be gifted a book by a friend as a joke. You end up trying one of the spells and summon a tall, muscular Inncubus At first you'd thought he'd have a monster cock, but he didn't. He had a delicious looking pussy hidden beneath a skimpy thong. Of course you couldn't let this go to waste.

By the time your done he's a quivering moaning mess with his legs spread wide. His pussy gaping and you cum gushing out. His man boobs covered in bites. The best part? Seems like he's become addicted to your cock. Enjoy your new muscular cuntboy.

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Pretty boys with big cocks never shut up about them and that’s how it should be doesnt matter if you’re both tops you can still have fun with him having him send videos of himself while you’re at work and jerking off to your messages such a big boy but makes the sweetest whines and whimper at your words watching him fuck the toys you got for him or watching him fuck someone else because of course he’s got to use his dick somewhere giving him the sweetest blowjobs when he’s been a good boy, turning him into an absolute mess with a good make out or a hand job having him all riled up - promising that maybe if he’s good enough one day youll let him fuck you of course it wouldn’t happen but the thought is enough to have him unraveling hell maybe you’d even let him grind his cock agaisnt your ass as a treat while he’s slobbering, blabbering incoherent nonsense, soaking through his briefs pretty boys with big cocks who can’t give a blow Jobs to save their life choking up on your cock even though it’s half the size shaming him til tears trickle down his cheeks and he’s promising he’ll do better for you just please please

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sub! sugar baby!toji x sadistic! rich! dom! younger! Male!reader

Taking your anger out by doing something productive <3

Warning: cussing, edging, rough sex, humiliation

You looked pissed. Angrier than he’d ever seen before. That business meeting must have been shitty. Toji shifted to hide the bulge in his pants, knowing you saw it. 

Your eyes focused on him with an intensity he hadn’t seen before. He shivered involuntarily and leaned back against the sofa. The sofa you’d bought him. 

God, he was hard. He knew you were a sadistic asshole, but you always had this calm demeanor over you. Your mean words were accompanied by small controlled smirks. Your control over yourself and him, left him wrecked and humiliated.

No matter how much he begged, cried or came, you wouldn’t let him go until you were sure he was done. But right now? You looked like you wanted to devour him.

He licked his lips and spread his legs, showing off the bulge in his sweatpants. Your eyes greedily traced the lines of his line. The way his shirt obscenely stretched across his chest, his small waist, and spread thighs.  

He would gladly let you.

…

He dazedly leaned against the armrest, hips involuntarily rocking, as you thrusted in him. His mind was exhausted but his cock was still hard, throbbing despite the nurumous times he came. 

A well aimed thrust, pushed a moan out his parted lip, drool slipped down his chin. 

Your hands held his hips in a brutal grip. One leg rested on your shoulder, as you roughly thrusted in his red loose hole. 

It had been hours. Hours since you shoved toys in him and made him cum, over and over. You were finally fucking him, but he couldn’t even enjoy it, too blissed out and sensitive. Each thrust sent electric current up his spine. His hoarse throat aching as soft pants, whines and moans left his mouth. 

One well placed thrust, had his body withering as he tried to escape your grasp. You pulled him back easily, continuing your brutal thrusts. 

It was pleasurable torture. 

Finally, you pressed inside him and came. His own cock pathetically spurting out cum across his chest. 

He looked up at you dazed, black strands stuck to his sweat covered forehead. Tears stains ran down his cheek, drool dripped down red bitten lips. Hickey covered skin flushed pink, cum covered his torso, and his hole dripped with your cum. 

You chuckled, dark eyes taking in the disheveled mess that you made. You reached for your suit jacket, draped it on the chair next to you and took your phone out. You held it up and took a picture of your precious blissed out sugar baby.

Toji couldn’t bring himself to care. His mind was running on nothing, and subconsciously he knew that you’d never leak the picture. He was yours and you were very possessive of the things you owned. 

He let out a small whine, giving you puppy eyes. Not that it required any effort. Laying there looking debauched, he looked effortlessly pitiful. 

As expected the sight hit your spot. You immediately moved forward, cooing soft praises as you used a tissue to wipe him up. 

Your soft touch and affectionate gaze made his body warm. Like sweet honey, or melting butter your gaze and touch settled into his skin. Your voice mumbling soft praises that he started to believe. He pleased you. He did good. He was perfect.

He settled against the pillow you tucked under his head. His eyes fluttered closed, as you pressed a kiss to his lips. 

“Sleep, baby. You did perfectly.” You cooed as you covered his naked body with a blanket. He didn’t mind. His clothes were probably dirty anyway. He let out a sigh, exhaustion pulling him into unconsciousness.

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sugar baby!toji x rich! dom! mean! sadistic! manipulative! male! Younger! sugar daddy!reader

Turning your contract fuck buddy into your sugar baby <3

warnings: degrading, cussing, fingering, mild daddy kink, slight feminization, lingerie

Toji was getting too close to you. 

Maybe it was how you fucked him. Your sadistic nature shining through when you edged him for hours and fucked him roughly after. Or the way you treated him. 

Of course you did treat him like he was yours. But you also pampered him, petted his head, and sang praises into his ears until he came. 

The more he was with you, the more spoiled and lazy he got. With you, all he had to think about was how to please you. Sometimes after you played with him for hours he’d forget everything, acting exactly like the brain dead cock whore you called him. 

The money with you was stable. You paid him well, too well maybe. You also covered all his expenses when you were together. When he was with you, he had no worries. 

But he couldn’t always be with you. 

“I quit.” He said suddenly to you. You and him were sitting on the couch. The tv was on, playing one of those ridiculous horse races Toji liked to gamble on. 

Your hands paused typing and you looked over at him. He looked back at you, seriously. His legs were up and he rested against the couch comfortably. 

He was fond of the couch, you knew that. That’s why you’d brought a new couch. It was just for him and you would even work next to him to make sure he had company. 

“You quit?” You repeated back confused. He nodded, uncharacteristically serious. You knew he could be serious but with you, his coldness fell away. You thought you were past this point already.

“Why?” You asked.

He shrugged. “I’m bored.” He wasn’t. You could tell. You could see it in the way his eyes flicked away guiltily. He drummed his finger against his thick thighs. 

Cute. What a liar your baby was. 

“Okay.” You said agreeing. He immediately looked at you surprised by your quick agreement. You forced your lips to not move, suppressing a smirk. 

You nodded at him, copying his seriousness. “I understand. You can move out whenever you are ready. I’ll send the last check as soon as you leave.” 

His mouth parted in surprise and the hurt in his eyes was hard to hide. It was adorable. He was the one who wanted to leave and yet he was hurt by your agreement? 

He slumped a bit and nodded looking downcast. “Okay.” 

Poor baby. You cooed in your head. You wanted to take him into your arms and kiss his head. You wanted to tell him that you never cared about him and see his reaction. 

“Okay.” You echoed pleased. You turned back to your computer, fingers resuming work.  

Toji wanted you to protest but you nonchalantly agreed to let him leave. He thought you’d put a bit of resistance against his decision. However despite your initial surprise you agreed so readily. 

Despite wanting to leave, he couldn’t help but regret his decision. 

Whatever. He would be fine. After all you were just a good fuck that paid him well. He was sure he’d find something else.  …

“Who was that slut?” He demanded. You gave him an unimpressed look. Both of you could hear the note of pain in his voice. 

It’s been days since he quit. Days since he’d seen you and now he finds you shopping for that slut with the black card you used on him? Did you move on that quick?

“He’s my sugar baby.” You replied calmly. 

Sugar baby?

You smirked at his confusion. “Yeah, it’s like the contract between us, but instead of paying him, he lives with me, sleeps with me and I take care of all his needs.”

You what?

He immediately glared at you. “Why did you pick that slut?” 

You moved closer to him. Inches away from him, he could smell your coconut shampoo. A dazed look crossed his eyes for a second. He missed your scent. 

Your lips tugged into a smirk, immediately noticing his reaction. “I thought he was cute.” 

Cute? He did look more feminine. Blond hair, soft features and doe eyes. Was he your type? Did you like that slut more than him?

“I thought he’d look really pretty dressed in lingerie.” You added thoughtfully, tapping a finger against your chin. 

He almost regretted not killing the slut when he saw him. He should have. Torn his limbs off and asked you how pretty the slut looked then. 

“No.” 

“No, what Toji? This isn’t your decision.” You grinned cruelly. Your words were targeted and made to hurt. 

He was sorry, okay? So stop being so cruel. 

“M’ sorry.” He mumbled out. His head was hanging low. His hands uselessly clenched into fists. He couldn’t brute force his way through his. 

“And what should I do about that?” You said smirking. Toji looked at you betrayed. Didn’t he already admit his mistake?

“Take me back.” He muttered under his breath. You smirked like that was what you expected him to say. 

“I have a few conditions.” He gulped at your words. Your tone sounded wrong and there was a cruel smile on your lips. But he knew he’d agree to anything you said. He needed you. He missed you. 

“You will be my sugar baby.”  …

You’re a manipulative piece of shit. Toji realized as he hissed. Hands desperately clutched the sheets, his face was burned with heat. His throbbing cock begged for attention, hitting his stomach each time you thrusted that damn toy in his ass. 

You had everything planned out didn’t you? You’d used that fucking blond slut to make him jealous. And now you had him exactly where you wanted him. 

Face down on your bed, hips raised up, exposing his hole, and all dolled up in red lingerie for you. Lingerie that he wore because you liked it when he was dressed all pretty for you.

He choked out another moan when you rubbed his cock, rubbing it slowly before you let go again. 

“F-fk yu, fuckin’ a-ah!” He slurred out, crying out as you shoved the toy further into his hole. His body trembled, his cock pathetically leaking drops of precum. 

“What were you saying slut?” Your voice stern laced with traces of amusement. A hand roughly smacked his ass, sending a jolt up his spine. 

His mind filled with pleasure as he let out a sob into the mattress, clenching the silk sheets with a white knuckled grip. His cock was so fucking hard. Everything you did to him only made him harder. 

He could barely think. The plug pressed against his prostate, driving him crazy. You were a sadistic bastard. 

Another slap to his ass knocked him out of his trance. This one was aimed a bit lower, right against the plug. He cried out louder, cock spurting out watery white cum. 

His knees gave out as soon as his third orgasm in 2 hours hit. 

Too blissed out, he didn’t notice when you pulled out the plug, and turned him around. 

He didn’t move, keeping his legs spread, eyes closed,and cheek pressed to the mattress. 

A second passed then another. You sighed and moved away from him. His eyes snapped open, and he looked up at you in confusion. His eyes went to your hard cock that strained against your zipper. 

He looked up at you, confused. You didn’t acknowledge him and used a few tissues to clean him up. Tossing them away you draped a blanket over him. 

This is what you did after you were done with him, and yet you still hadn’t come once. You were clearly still hard. Why weren’t you fucking him?

Was he really not enough for you? The thought was like a bucket of cold water that poured over him. The orgasmatic bliss he’d been floating in, disappeared, throwing him back to reality. 

He disappointed you. 

You were walking away from him. A whine left his throat before he could think. He got off the sofa, his legs weak but stable. 

“[Name],” he bit his lip. “D-daddy p-please.” He called out, a pink flush in his cheeks. You froze in your steps. 

You turned around slowly, your eyes drinking in Toji’s lingerie and disheveled state with clear arousal. You liked him dressed like this. He hesitantly reached up and pressed his bra clad pecs together. 

Your eyes immediately zoned into the movement. 

He was right. 

Ignoring the burning blush of embarrassment he played with his chest, that way he’d seen you do it to him. He squeezed them, and rolled his nipple between his thumb and index, moaning when it sent heat straight into his cock. 

You’d covered his cock with the lacy red panties after he finished. His hardening cock, bulging against the soft fabric. The friction only intensified his arousal.

He panted softly, his exposed skin flushed with humiliation. He must have looked pathetic, dressed up like a slut. The feminine lingerie that barely covered his body, clearly wasn’t made for him. But under your lust blown eyes, he felt so fucking wanted.

“Fuck me, daddy. I want your cum in me.” He whined looking up at you with half lidded lashes. Like expected you fell for it.

Your face split into a grin. Taking two strides forward you closed the distance between you and him. Your hands roamed across his chest, squeezing his tits and ass. 

“Gladly.” You purred, fingers slipping into Toji’s loose hole. He sucked in a breath, a moan slipping from his lips. He eagerly grinded down onto your fingers, like he was scared he wouldn’t please you.

You licked his neck and smiled where he couldn’t see it. Your sweet baby. So pretty, and ready to please. You didn’t feel bad about manipulating him.

Dolled up in lingerie, playing with his large tits, cheeks flushed with shame. He looked so fucking erotic. So willing to do whatever it took to make you happy. 

You turned him around, hands on his small waist. He gasped but easily spread his legs, bending over obediently. Your smirk grew, as you lined your cock up to his entrance, pushing in and bottoming out. 

Your baby cried out, still sensitive from his last orgasm. You pulled out and thrusted back in without mercy. The sound of skin hitting skin mixed with both of your moans. 

“My perfect slut. So fucking pretty. Gonna make you my cock whore.” You muttered thrusting into him. Toji, already fucked stupid, eagerly nodded along. His useless cock, spilling beads of cum. 

“Yes, yes, your slut. Want your cum. Please pl’se.” he slurred out, gasping when you buried you hand in his hair and yanked it roughly. Tears bit the corner of his eyes, his expression was aggrieved. 

You chuckled and rubbed the head of his cock in apology. His eyes nearly rolling into the back of his head, small whines, pleas falling from his pink lips. 

Who were you to deny your beautiful baby anything? 

You fucked into his tight ass, his greedy hole clinging to your cock as you pulled out even slightly. 

“P’ease plea-hic,” he sobbed. “M’ w’nna cum, please.” You thrusted into him harder, holding his waist. Your own orgasm building up. Your baby wanted you to use him, so you will.

When you finally cum, Toji collapses forward. His hole was leaking with cum, his body still trembling from his orgasm. 

You tucked your cock away, smiling when Toji’s eyes landed on your softened cock with delight. He was proud that he made you cum. A-fucking-dorable.

You couldn’t wait to spoil this man rotten. Your precious sugar baby.

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Thinking about Yandere!Mafia boss

warning: sex, degradation, feminization, slight exhibitionism

Yandere!Mafia boss who fell in love with you at first sight. He can’t even remember the day, only the sight of you. From that instant, his once-meaningless existence found its purpose: you. Nothing else mattered. Your presence became his singular focus, an addiction. It didn’t matter if you didn’t see it like that. You’d come to understand that you two were meant to be.

Yandere!Mafia boss who stalks you to your work and college. Who gets pissed when anyone talks to you. Your friends, colleagues, professors and even cashiers. You’re his, so why were you even looking at others?

Yandere!Mafia boss who breaks into your apartment just to steal your clothes. Taking pictures of all the things you like so he could fill your new room in his house with things you liked.

Yandere!Mafia boss who kidnapped you claiming to give you a better life. Sick of watching you work and struggle, he took you back to his place. It didn’t matter if he had to drug you. It was for your own good.

Yandere!Mafia boss who insists that you have to obey him and never leave him, even when he is on his knees massaging your legs willingly after you made a comment about how they were numb.

Yandere!Mafia boss who acts tough and aggressive only to wither under your frown like a disobedient puppy. Practically begging for your forgiveness as he hesitantly tried to please you by offering money, and insisting he you give you anything you wanted as long as you weren’t mad at him.

Yandere!Mafia boss who bursts into your room at night, demanding that you pay him back for his generosity using your body, only to stiffen and cower as you agree.

Yandere!Mafia boss who is clueless about sex, awkwardly stripping, showing off his well defined chest and heavy pecs. Sitting on the edge of the bed, like a trembling virgin.

Yandere!Mafia boss who you have to coax to come close and for all his arrogance and bravado cums the minute you touch his cock. Face flushing red as he pressed his thighs together, trying to hide the stickiness.

Yandere!Mafia boss who can’t help but whine when you kiss him throughly, breath hitching when you play with his chest. Nodding obediently when you tell him you’re going to fuck him instead.

Yandere!Mafia boss who whines prettily turning his face away when you call him pretty, and coo about how big his tits are. It shouldn’t turn him on, but he can’t help but feel warm and fuzzy at your words.

Yandere!Mafia boss who eagerly spreads his ass cheeks so you can fuck his cute pussy. Showing off his twitching pink hole he already prepped, trembling as he tried to see if you were pleased. Crying out when your cock entered him, and cumming immediately form the fullness.

Yandere!Mafia boss who lets you manhandle him into different positions, as you fuck him into incoherency. Drawn out whines of your name and sobbing leaving his kiss swollen red lips when you fuck his tight hole.

Yandere!Mafia boss who cry when you degrade him, calling him a slut for breaking into your room and smelling your clothes. And calling him a pathetic whore for begging for a cock in his pussy. He begs and sobs for forgiveness as you ask who else fucked his tight pussy. Sobbing that’s he’s only a slut for you as he clings to your body pressing his tits against you trying to distract you.

Yandere!Mafia boss who love how sweet you are during aftercare, clinging to you like a desperate puppy, begging you to fuck his wet pussy again.

Yandere!Mafia boss who’d let you fuck him anywhere. Too desperate for your approval to deny you, even as you fuck him during a video call meeting. Let you paint his face with cum, eagerly licking it off to taste you. Sitting on your cock during meetings, only to stay after every one has left so you could fuck his swollen pussy.

Yandere!Mafia boss who claim your nothing but a toy only to run to you and kneel and beg for your attention and approval. Letting you punish him however you wanted, loving it when you call princess and your pretty girl.

Yandere!Mafia boss who’s so in love with you they’d do anything for you. Acting more like a content pet than a dominant leader. Looking at you with hearts in his eyes. All hazy and adoring, making you feel high off his love. He only got more addicted to you when you acted mean, showing what kind of cruel person lay under your nice facade.

GOJO, TOJI, SUKUNA, WRIOTHESLEY, GHOST, ZORO, BEELZEBUB, MAMMON, JIYAN, CALCHIRO, KÖNIG, and anyone else you like <3

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we need more kaiser x mreader! can i have reader eating kaiser's sloppy pussy like a feast? i love your writing take care!!

　⸸ .ᐟ SWEET NECTAR

「 content. 」 hungry m!reader eating out afab!michael kaiser (blue lock) until his jaw hurts. 「 tɑgs 」 top!reader, bottom!kaiser, pussy/cunt/clit and others used to reference kaiser's sex, amab!reader, vaginal penetration, multiple orgasms, squirting, overstimulation, established relationship, fingering, no condom, slight pillow princess!kaiser, filthy and sloppy sex

a/n thanks anon! (this is not edited yet), hope you enjoy!

HIS blue eyes roll back in his head as he feels the orgasm shoot through him like an arrow, pussy contracting against your hot mouth, stomach hot and churning. Sensitivity scratches his skin like a knife.

"S-so good," you panted against him, all your murmur lost between his folds where your mouth buried itself. "You taste so good, Micha. I love it—love you—love eating you, coul'die between you' legs."

Shutting up would probably kill you.

Kaiser was so wet from the long minutes you spent eating him out that moisture coated his thighs; a filthy mix of sweat, slick, and saliva glistening on the insides of them. The bed below him was no better and the sheet stuck to his back. Kaiser wanted more than anything to take a second shower and clean himself up, but any rational thought slipped away when your tongue slid home ── into him again, with the same hunger as when you first opened his legs and buried yourself between them earlier.

Sex after he had done his whole nighttime ritual (as you called it) and gotten ready for bed: body warm from the shower, legs moisturized and boxers clean on his hips, was a definite no. You knew that. But you took advantage of his tiredness and irritation; you snuggled between his legs to lie on his stomach while he rewatched the match from hours ago. Kaiser gave you a suspicious look behind the lenses of his glasses, but allowed you to get close.

He knew it was a bad decision as soon as you started mumbling, always so obviously uninterested in football that Kaiser had no idea how he still tolerated you. You turned your head then, buried your nose in his thigh and breathed in deeply. Inhaling his scent.

Kaiser ignored you and kept his attention on the television, another bad choice that he only realized when he felt your teeth sink into his skin, his sex pulsing in response under the hot weight of your body.

"[name]," he warned you then, grabbing your hair without any attempt to feign care, trying to move your mouth away.

You grumbled like a small child and Kaiser, trying not to find another reason to stress, left you. When your fingers went to the elastic of his underwear then, Kaiser looked at you disinterestedly, without a move to help you. "What do you think you're doing?"

"Helping you relax?"

"You're asking me?" Kaiser scoffed. "I don't see how eating me out is going to do anything for my stress."

"Well, it certainly helps with my stress," was your response.

What damn futile reason would you have in your little life to be stressed? You did nothing! On the television, the narrator shouts, announcing the goal. The opposing team's goal against Bastard Munchen. From the footage he could almost see his own face in the distance, contorted in irritation. Kaiser's temple throbs and fuck, he lifts his hips, allowing you to undress him.

Now, you moaned against him, sounding so damn pleased with the taste of him that even as a stab of pain jolted his hips from the pressure of your tongue swirling around his clit, Kaiser doesn't try to stop you and just surrenders to your whims.

He is hyperaware of not being able to shut up. Maybe it's the accumulated tension, the days he spent away from home, never lowering to the desire to touch himself, the game they won, but by very little. Maybe because of one or all of the above, but Kaiser is talking, loudly, grunting, moaning, comfortable and shivering against his mound of soft pillows.

Everything in him was burning and throbbing and wet. You were a sloppy eater, on purpose, Kaiser accused. His muscular thighs squeeze your head, sure to suffocate you against his pussy even as the sensations distort, sensitive and almost numb at the same time. Unsure whether he wanted more of this pleasure or not.

"Hng, fuck, fuck- oh- ooh!" Your lips close around his swollen, hypersensitive clit, sucking. Kaiser's hips lift off the bed, meeting your mouth, unable to stop the tremors as yet another orgasm washed over him, taking his breath with it.

He thinks he might have passed out for a few seconds, because when he comes back to, your mouth is against his, kissing him, even though Kaiser can barely kiss you back. His tongue feels loose inside his mouth. There's a lot of saliva accumulated and running down his chin. Gross. But it doesn't seem to bother you.

The game replay is over. A new program is running behind your back. You're reaching between your bodies, fingers sliding between Kaiser's puffy pussy lips, spreading the wetness even further, he's not sure, dizzy and-

Your cock presses against him, the tip wide and hot, and then sinks into him with ease. Kaiser's pussy is so relaxed and sloppy that it can barely squeeze around the intrusion, so sensitive, so sensitive, but you fuck him anyway. Your hips slam against his fast, hard, in and out, in and out. As if he were a whore or something even lower.

"Micha," you're singing like a praise, kissing every bit of skin you can reach. "You feel so good- you're so wet for me. Fuck. I won't last. I can't- Micha, Micha, Micha."

Kaiser gives up trying to kiss you and moves his mouth away, he doesn't care now about the pathetic expression he must be making right now: tears rolling down his cheeks, glasses already lost, drooling.

Kaiser knows you won't last, so soon you'll cum, finish making his insides a mess with your seed. It hurts, it throbs, his cunt gets even wetter, squirting or cumming (maybe both) around your cock as he screams. He can't take it anymore, he can't take it anymore...

Now the bed was definitely a lost cause. Kaiser had to learn to be stricter with you. But those were worries for later.

[thigh-o-saur]

So… Neglect play. Heavy on the hear me out, guys pls (WAIT WHY IS THIS GIVING PATHETIC YANDERE HUH)

Thinking about a huge brat who loves to run his mouth and fights you on everything you do. No matter how often you’d punish him, he just doesn’t stop. It’s part of his charm, that he’s so stubborn, which led to you getting a little creative with ways to punish him.

“Don’t you think you need some discipline?” You asked, glaring down at him. It took almost half an hour just to get him on his knees, your patience was running thin. “No, I don’t.” He answered flatly, sitting there cross legged with a smut smirk. Can one even call this kneeling? He seems to be very comfortable.

Without noticing, you raised your voice a little, “that’s it, bend over, you definitely deserve punishment.” You patted your lap, feeling your brows twitch when he didn’t move a single inch. “What if I refuse?” The man replied, not even looking up at you. That’s it, you couldn’t deal with his bullshit today.

At first you weren’t even going to be this mean to him, but he really outdid himself this time with getting on your nerves. Which is why you simply sighed, picked up the nearest entertainment object within your reach, and began focusing on it. Ignoring him completely. No eye contact, no touching, and definitely no speaking. The shook that flashed his expression must have been priceless, what a shame that you couldn’t take a look at him.

For the next few minutes, he just waited, sneaking not-so-secretive peeks at you, wondering what was so interesting that you refused to acknowledge his presence. Then, the following minutes were spend sulking like an abandoned puppy. Lips pressed together into a pout, before he squeezed out through gritted teeth, “as if that thing’s more entertaining than me, what a joke.” Despite the comment, you didn’t even flinch, seemingly determined to see this to the end.

Another moment of awkward silence emerged, and he sighed, “this is a waste of time, do something already.” If you wait a little more from now on, that’s when he gets all desperate, all docile, if you may. Hands a breath too shy to truly touch you, lingering around your shin as he cursed under this breath. This was beneath him, to beg for scraps of your attention, but he was starting to feel all flustered!

Suddenly he shifted into a more fitting position, kneeling properly as he averted his gaze. “There, are you satisfied now? Tsk, such a tyrant.” Yet still no reaction, not even the slightest hint of interest. It took almost five minutes until he gave in, feeling tears prick at the corners of his eyes due to the humiliation. Cheeks flushing as he tried to shallow his shame, but to no avail. In the end, he couldn’t take this anymore and broke down piece by piece.

Starting by wrapping his arms around your leg, mumbling softly, “I’m sorry… okay? I’ll—” his Adam’s apple bobbed, showing his hesitation before he continued, “I’ll be good from now on… so look at me.” No response, nothing. “You are insufferable, urgh, why do I even bother?!” Look at that, another burst of anger, he must feel really pathetic right now, on the verge of begging for something that was never a problem until now.

Then, he began seeking your attention in earnest. Placing his head in your lap as he stared up at you with the most pitiful gaze ever, eyes glassy as they swelled with tears, cheeks an embarrassed red that deepened every time he realised how he was debasing himself for your amusement. All because you were neglecting him a little? He must have been more desperate than he realised. Now the tears he’s been holding back were dripping down his face in earnest, painting him in an even more pitiful light.

“Please.. I’m sorry, just- look at me. Don’t you- don’t you dare to ignore me when I’m already like this.” A silent sob as he tried to press himself closer to you, “I-I’ll be good.. really, I promise, don’t look away again, please…”

[thigh-o-saur]

♡︎ 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙘𝙠 𝙢𝙚 𝙪𝙥! ♡︎

characters: sub!big men x nb!dom!reader

warnings: mentions of pregnancy, breeding, creampie, slapping, hair pulling, size difference, rough sex, strap/cock traditions, feminization like a lot, mentions of lactating, just dumb big sub men getting fucked stupid<3

notes: thinking with my clit rn… divider by @/reveriesources

big men! who can’t help but feel something swirling in their stomach every time they see little children going around, clinging to their parents, excitedly chattering on and showing their proud work

big men! who can’t help but imagine what it would be like to have your own children. you two have been together for long enough now, he guesses it should be time to bring up the topic of children and raising a family together

big men! who absolutely adore children despite their large physique and threatening appearance. and children love them in return and so are you with children as well. he sees it as an absolute win-win. you both love children and they love you two back. it would only be normal to want a cute family together, right?

big men! who nervously bring up the topic of children one day after a nice homemade dinner. he speaks in stutters and stammers — uncharacteristic as he fiddles with his hands, looking down at his lap. what if you weren’t ready? what if you turn down the idea? what if you don’t even want children to begin with?

big men! who let out a sigh of relief when you reach out, your smaller hands covering their own as you sooth his worries. who smiles in sheer utter joy when you say you want children as well

big men! who later into the night get absolutely wrecked. legs shaking, voice hoarse from all the moaning and screaming. mind delirious, barely hanging on a thread as his glossy eyes look at nowhere in the room. who can’t help but let out a shriek when you enter him again. big and thick cock hitting his sensitive spots, making him squeal and thrash around on the bed until you pin him down with your weight

big men! who cry and blabber about being too goddamn full. who talk about your cock fucking his insides, rearranging his organs. who deliriously smiles and lets a drunken giggle slip when he feels the small bump in his stomach from the sheer size of your strap and cum mixed together

big men! who drool on the sheets when he can feel you slap his ass. the sting feeling so damn delicious, he couldn’t help but ask for more. to slap his ass and squeeze and fondle his tits until they’re all sore, red and lactating

big men! who lets out a weak pathetic excuse of a whine when you cum deep inside him for the nth time that night, legs spasming from the feeling of your hot seeds painting his walls

big men! who get fucked until their mind breaks, blabbering and slurring about how you were fucking his womb now. how he can feel your tip bruising his cervix and that you’re gonna knock him up

big men! who eagerly push you down, straddling your lap when you mischievously ask him to ride your cock since you’re so damn tired

big men! who rides your strap happily, his own cock repeatedly hitting his stomach as he sinks down on your strap again. the sheer amount of cum dribbling down your shaft, his thighs and making a mess

big men! who place a hand over the small bulge on their stomach. lust hazed smile on their face as they slur out words of getting pregnant. who blabber on and on so cutely about finally starting a family with you. who giggles when he feels you cum inside him again, saying he wants to make sure that his womb gets filled to the brim, wanting to carry your children even though he doesn’t even have a womb

big men! who whine when you try to tap out, too exhausted to continue. but he wants to! he wants to make sure you fuck your cock deep inside him, pushing past his cervix walls and cum inside him over and over till he gets pregnant!

big men! who fucking squirts. weak and limp cock spurting out pathetic excuse of droplets of cum before shooting blanks, pushing his red ass flush against your hips to make sure you don’t pull out. who lets out the loudest fucking scream when your hand gently yanks his hair, pushing his face into the pillow to muffle his noise as you continue to ram your cock inside him

big men! whose moans and whimpers turn so high-pitched, so weak, so girly as his whole body spasms and shakes under you like a weak fawn. who keep daydreaming of a cute domestic life with you and your kids together in his cotton filled brain

big men! who are just fucked dumb. not a single thought or an imagination in their mind as they simply lay there. take, take, take and take until you two finally tap out. you, too exhausted. him, exhausted, with a sore throat, with old and new tear stains on his cheeks, drool slipping down his lips with a shaking body. who passes out after you cum inside him for the nth time

big men! who dream of starting a family with you. the two of you with a cute child or a few more since he was such a big family man. the kids running around, the two of you watching them with a smile as the two of you make dinner together

big men! who wakes up all sore and exhausted the next morning. they’re absolutely drained and even trying to speak hurt

big men! who can finally move around after a while. who place a hand over his stomach before realizing the bulge is gone since you have already did an aftercare together after he passed out. who feel a growing sense of great sadness as their eyes brim with tears and their lips quiver

big men! who shake you awake with a sense of urgency, asking you to hurry and wake up. when you finally do, you’re greeted with the sight if your lover with tears in his eyes

big men! who complain, hiss and even cry as he stammers about not being pregnant. who take your hand in his own, squeezing your hand slightly with a pout on their face, “you should have knocked me up! i wanted a baby with you! did you.. not want a baby?”

big men! who cry crocodile tears when they realize that they can’t get pregnant after you explain it to them. mind still too fucked dumb, brain filled with nothing but statics and cotton. who literally sobs in desperation when he realizes he can’t get knocked up by you

big men! who sniffle as you turn their face to look at you. who finally starts to calm down when you assure him with a smug smile that you will continue to fuck your cum inside him over and over until he finally gets pregnant. isn’t his partner just lovely?

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thunderbolts* bucky having a meeting time with his other teammates but reader sends him a lot of freaky pictures of himself for bucky

i love when you fuck punched-out moans out of someone. god its so hot so i put that in this fic. yeah its nasty. i wanted to post this yesterday but i totalled my phone 💔 still i hope u guys enjoyy

+18 mdni! bucky's been a brat so you decide to test him, sorta.

cw: dom!m!thunderbolt*!reader, sub!bratty!thunderbolt*!bucky, porn with a little plot (?), reader sends explicit photos, bucky has a degradation, and praise kink, masturbation, overstimulation, use of toys (fleshlight), thunderbolts* are involved, use of 'slut', and 'sergeant', dumbification, fingering

word count: >7.2k

!! @swiftie-fault

briefing with the team was.. tough today.

valentina was talking, while everyone watched some drone footage, the strategy map lighting up in blue.

but bucky couldn’t focus. not even a little.

he’s got a raging hard-on in his tactical pants, sweat beading behind his ears, and your name caught like a prayer under his tongue.

you’ve been tormenting him from across the table all afternoon.

he made the mistake of checking your first text when he sat down, and now he’s fucking spiraling.

—

all this had started way before the meeting though.

it was all because of bucky’s mouth. smart, sharp, and a little too smug for his own good.

he had been acting out all week, tossing off snarky comments whenever you spoke to him, ignoring direct instructions from you, and giving you that cocky little shrug after, then looking you up, and down like you were the one on thin ice.

and you let it build, let him test you. it wasn’t because you were soft, fuck no. it was because you wanted him to, because of how bad he wanted to see what you’d do about it.

you knew exactly what that bratty little performance was hiding, a need to be handled, controlled, and put back into his place.

so the night before the ops briefing, you pulled him aside in the hallway. there weren’t any witnesses, since everyone had left to their own respective rooms. just you, and him.

bucky was still warm from sparring with john earlier, sweat drying at his collarbone, shoulder-length hair falling loose against his neck. he leaned against the wall, as if he didn’t feel your gaze tracing every fucking inch of him.

“you got something to say to me?” he asked, casual, mocking even.

you stepped in close, letting the silence stretch just long enough to make him shift his weight.

“tomorrow, you’re going to sit in that meeting like a good little soldier.”

“and what if i don’t?”

“then i’ll make sure the entire room watches you fall apart.” you leaned in, right to the shell of his ear. “you so much as roll your eyes, barnes, and i’ll put you in your fucking place.”

bucky laughed. he had the audacity to fucking laugh.

“you going to pull rank on me?” he tilted his head. “thought you liked it when i act out.”

oh he wanted it.

you gave him a smile.

“then you’ll love what i’ve got planned for you.

he thought you were bluffing.

now he’s got a rock-hard cock in his pants, your voice echoing in his head, and sweat slipping down the back of his neck while he tried not to shift too noticeably in his seat.

bucky barely made it through the first slide of drone footage before your name was already pinched behind his teeth like a moan he didn’t dare let slip.

you waited until he looked settled, until his legs were spread wide, fingers tapping lightly on the table like he had the upper hand. you’re across the table. calm, composed, typing quietly on your laptop. no one would ever guess that a few feet away from these armed assassins, you’ve been sending him absolutely depraved photos, and videos of yourself.

he sat like he’s focused. he isn’t though.

then you sent the first of many videos.

‘[attachment]’

bucky’s phone buzzed on his thigh. the thumbnail of the video was pitch black. there wasn’t any context, so he clicked in without thinking. he expected silence, or maybe a photo.

it was a video of you jerking yourself off. low, wet, obscene slapping sounds played, barely noticeable. your hand wrapped tight around your cock, as your thumb circled around the tip. but the second your voice spills from the speakers of his phone, he jumps. the sound punched through the meeting like a gunshot.

the entire room turned, and bucky fumbled his phone like it had burned him, practically slamming it face-down on the table. a flush creeped up his neck immediately, but he cleared his throat, trying to recover with a forced, breathy laugh.

“fuck- sorry, someone sent me the wrong file.”

“you good, bucky?” yelena asked.

he coughed, nodded too fast.

“yeah, all good. won’t happen again.” he didn’t dare to look up at you. he swears he can feel your voice in his spine.

you didn’t let up.

buzz. another message.

‘put your hands in your lap if you want me to stop.’

he didn’t. of course he didn’t.

so you sent more.

the next one was a photo.

‘[attachment]: you’d look so good crying on this in front of everyone.’

it was a photo of your cock jutting up from your slacks, tip flushed, a single bead of pre-cum sliding down as your fingers held the base.

bucky only let the preview load for half a second, that was all he needed. he shifted in his seat like he couldn’t get comfortable. he thinks that if he shifted, the fabric wouldn’t dig so deep into the tip of his cock, but it only makes things worse.

“barnes, input?” valentina asks.

“uh. yeah. go for it.” he sighed.

“are you okay? look like you’ve seen a ghost.” this time, john asked.

“yeah. fine.”

you were far from done.

‘[attachment]’

this one was shorter. your fingers stroked your cock slowly, almost lazily, the camera angled as if he was on his knees watching you. his volume was turned all the way off, and you mouthed something at the camera.

bucky knew exactly what it was. he’s heard you say it while pressing his face into the sheets.

‘you know who you belong to.’

the loop was short, maybe about five seconds long, but he watches it again, and again. his breath stutters on the fourth loop.

the rest of the team was engaged in valentina’s presentation about satellite sweeps.

but not him. he’s gone quiet, too quiet.

bucky’s phone was tilted just enough to face away from everyone else, but you see him watching something with laser focus, thumb tapping just once every few seconds.

he’s looping it, looping the video you sent, looping your hand slowly working on your cock. he knows the video’s on mute, he knows no one else can hear, and he swears he can hear you moan in his ear.

you don’t say a word, just smiled, and paid attention to valentina’s presentation.

across the table, alexei tilts his head.

“barnes, you good?”

bucky jolts, and he fumbles to lock his phone, flipping it over so fast it almost falls out of his hands.

“..i’m fine.” his voice cracks. “just- uh, cramps.”

“from what? sitting?” ava jokes.

he was already pulling his shoulders back like he’s ready to fight someone.

“no- just.. don’t worry about it.”

you raised your hand, smooth as ever.

“he’s been off since this morning, might be overworked. you want someone to check you out, sergeant?”

bucky shot you a glare so sharp it could slit someone’s throat.

you just tilted your head, lips curling.

‘you know who you belong to.’

your voice echoed in his head, and he looks down again. beneath the table, his thighs twitched with the effort to not grind against the seat.

buzz. bucky’s phone vibrated again. he braced himself as he opened your chat.

‘debriefing in 20 then we leave.’

he sighed in relief when he read the message. but his breath caught when he saw the other ones.

‘if i see you walk out of this room hard, i’ll fuck you so deep you forget how to speak.’

‘your choice.’

he reads it, and his hand gripped the edge of the table so hard the metal creaks.

—

the common room emptied out one body at a time.

ava vanished before valentina was even done talking, phasing through the wall rather than using the door.

valentina dropped a cryptic remark on her way out, making everyone feel like they missed something.

yelena rolled her eyes, throwing a jab, before strutting out.

bob shuffled out with a nervous smile, following behind yelena.

bucky stayed.

you knew he would.

you were still at the table, sipping from your bottle as you logged your final notes from the debrief. you could practically feel him from across the room.

john left with no unnecessary words, just a stiff nod.

alexei offered a wink to the both of you, he probably knew what the both of you were up to.

when the last door clicked shut, bucky struck.

your back was barely turned when his voice cracked like a whip through the silence.

“what the actual fuck is wrong with you?” he snapped.

you didn’t flinch, just looked up at him.

“good evening to you too, handsome.”

“no. don’t ‘handsome’ me.” bucky was on you within seconds. not physically, but close enough to feel the heat rolling off his chest. his jaw was tight, hands on his hips like he needed something to hold on to so that he wouldn’t spiral. “you think that shit you pulled today was funny? sending me all that shit during a briefing? playing your little ‘games’ in front of the whole team?”

you set your tablet down slowly.

“all that shit?” you repeated. “that’s not what you were thinking when you played it on loop.”

that got him. his mouth twitched like he was biting back a growl.

“you humiliated me. made me look like some fucking rookie who can’t sit still without leaking in his pants. you- fuck, you planned that shit.”

you leaned back against the table, crossing your arms as you watched him spiral.

“keep going.”

“what?” bucky blinked.

“you finished?”

“no, i’m not fucking finished!” he threw his hands up. “ you pull me aside like you’re going to talk strategy, and instead you whisper all that shit in my ear, and i knew what you were doing. i fucking knew it, and i still.. fuck.” he looked down at his boots, then back at you, then away again. “i can’t think when you do that. i can’t focus.” he gestured wildly at you. “and you’re there sitting, acting all cool, like you didn’t just me fucking porn in a meeting!”

you stayed exactly where you were, unmoving. you let him ramble, let him try to claw his way out of the hole he had dug for himself.

“you made me sit through hour-long meetings with a fucking hard on!” he hissed. “i almost fucking whined in front of them!”

“and? that’s all your fault. did you think about me while you sat there all tense? think about me fucking you in front of everyone?”

“i thought about wringing your fucking neck.” his jaw flexes.

“you thought about me bending you over the table.”

“i thought about shutting that mouth of yours.”

“you thought about filling mine, yeah? with your cock?”

bucky twitches.

“you treat me like i’m some toy you can wind up, and leave twitching. like i don’t matter outside of what i do for you.” he took a breath. “i’m not your pet, not some fucking plaything, not weak. you don’t own me.”

you’re still leaning against the door.

and then, silence.

your eyes didn’t soften. you took a step closer, and when you spoke, your voice was lower, warmer. that sweet, condescending tone he absolutely hated because it made him ache.

“are you finished now?” you stepped closer, until you were chest-to-chest with him.

bucky’s mouth parts, but no sound came out.

“because if you’re not, you’re more than welcome to keep throwing your little tantrum. i’ve got all night, sergeant.”

he’s staring at you now, he realised too late what he had just admitted. he had just cursed you out, screamed in your face, and you hadn’t flinched, hadn’t snapped back, hadn’t raised your voice. this wasn’t just a spat, wasn’t about him pushing your buttons, and getting away with it.

now it was your turn. you had let him scream, pace, bare his teeth, and throw every single insult he could think of at you.

but when you speak? he shuts the fuck up.

because no matter how angry bucky barnes might be, he's never ready for when you’re angry.

“no? then keep going, barnes. tell me more about how you don’t care, about how i don’t matter to you.” you sat back down on the chair, crossing your legs. “say it again, like you said it with my fingers wrapped around your throat last week.”

bucky’s breath stutters.

‘i’m fucked.’

“say it like you weren’t rutting into my thigh two days ago, begging me to touch you. say it like you don’t whimper whenever i tell you no.”

his jaw tightens, he’s not talking anymore.

“you’re not mad because i humiliated you, you’re mad because you fucking loved it.”

he gulped.

“on your knees.”

bucky drops. no hesitation this time, but only for a while because he’s stubborn. even when he’s kneeling, he’s still trying to win. he clenches his jaw, and lifts his eyes, like he’s daring you to keep going.

you leaned over, grabbed his chin hard, and forced his eyes up to yours.

“you want to act like a brat? i’ll treat you like one.” your voice was sharp. “you don’t get to yell at me, and then want me in the same breath. you don’t get to scream at me, then get hard when i talk to you like this. you want me? then fucking crawl.”

he swallowed hard, hands at his sides now, fists clenched.

“you say you’re not my toy, not my pet, so why do you act like one?” you leaned in. “you sure do bark, snarl, and fight like one.” you let go of his jaw. “so here’s what’s going to happen, sergeant barnes.” you pulled back just enough to meet his eyes. “you’re going to kneel, apologise, and then you’re going to thank me.”

he blinked.

“or you can keep pretending you still have control in this situation.” you continued.

“you got what you wanted. you want me on my knees? fine. i’m kneeling, happy now?”

your expression doesn’t change, your gaze doesn’t soften, but your voice dropped.

“stand up.”

bucky falters.

“..what?”

“i said, stand the fuck up, barnes.” you don’t raise your voice, you don’t have to anyway.

he rises slowly, like he’s testing the waters. he still thinks this is a game he can win, like he hadn’t already lost.

you step in close, eyes locked with his. cold, flat, and unimpressed.

“you think kneeling with that scowl makes you a man? you think being bratty earns you control?”

he didn’t reply.

“you’re not kneeling for me, you’re kneeling for your fucking ego.” you huffed. “you want control so badly? take it, go ahead. say something real, do something brave.”

nothing. just that tense jaw.

“no? of course not. because you’re not here to fix anything. you’re here because i didn’t fall apart when you raised your voice at me.” you scoff. “you’re here because i didn’t let you win.”

his mouth opens again, and you talk right over him.

“you’re not dominant. you’re not clever. you’re not even interesting when you act like this. you’re just loud.”

bucky’s jaw ticks, and his gaze softens slightly, out of sheer intimidation. he prayed you wouldn’t notice it, but you did, like you always do.

“loud, needy, and fucking desperate.”

he flinches, just a fraction, but you notice it. usually you would feel bad, but today just wasn’t the day.

“you’re not dangerous, buck. you’re embarrassing.”

bucky tried to speak, tried to pull something together, some insult, some plea, but you’ve already turned your back.

“we’re done here. you’re not worth my time right now.”

“wait-”

“you wanted to be treated like a man, so act like one. until then? go ahead, and get yourself off thinking about what i could’ve done to you.” then you walk away, there was no glance back, no pity.

bucky didn’t know whether to chase after you, or crawl to you, and beg.

instead he stand there, frozen, and short-circuiting.

his pulse was jackhammering, his face flushed with shame, and frustration. but lower? his cock was fucking aching, throbbing so hard it hurt.

‘stand the fuck up.’

he’s so hard he could cum from the memory alone, from the utter indifference in your tone, from the fact that you didn’t even need to yell at him.

you didn’t even touch him, and he’s leaking into his briefs, like a desperate bitch who got put in his place, and fucking liked it.

bucky let out a shuddering breath, and leaned back against the wall like his knees weren’t working anymore. he’s panting now, swallowing hard, head tipping back like he can escape the way your voice fucking echos in his ears.

‘you’re not dangerous, buck. you’re embarassing.’

he groans, one hand slipping down to adjust himself. there wasn’t any relief, just torture. his cock jerked like it heard your voice too.

and the worst part was that he knew he deserved it.

and now? he’s going to have to sit with that. hard, alone, and desperate.

—

bucky stumbled into his room. it was dark, except for the faint glow of the city lights sneaking through his blinds. he slams the door shut behind him, locking it.

your voice still echoed in his head.

‘go ahead, get yourself off thinking about what i could’ve done to you.’

like you knew he would, like you wanted him to, like you dared him to.

his hands were already at his belt, tugging it open with a frustrated groan. he didn’t even bother taking his shirt off anymore. he’s been hard since the afternoon, since the meeting, since the first time you looked at him with that glare.

his cock sprung free the second his pants fell, flushed red, and already leaking.

bucky grabs the toy you’d made him buy, something you mocked him for needing in the first place. it was already on his nightstand. he never put it away, not after the last time you called him your ‘pathetic little mess’. he drops to the center of the bed. he didn’t even need lube, he was already leaking so much. then, he lines himself up, and pushes in.

squelch.

it was fucking obscene, loud in the silence. the fleshlight warm, and too tight around his weepy cock. it was perfect. his head tips back with a gasp as he thrusts forward automatically. it was desperate, and mindless, as if he was being dragged by instinct alone.

‘you’re just loud.’

the first orgasm was almost immediate. it creeps up fast, too fast for his liking, leaving his body tense, and spasming. he cums with a muffled groan, hips stuttering up into the toy, thighs shaking under the pressure.

but he doesn’t stop, doesn’t even pause. he couldn't. he was still so hard, aching, and your voice was everywhere.

bucky’s hands started to shake by the second orgasm. the toy is slick now, filthy with his cum. each thrust was too wet, too soft, and too much, yet not enough at the same time. his whole body burnt, overstimulated, and starving all at once. he rubs his cock raw against the toy, chasing that pressure again, whimpering when it builds too fast.

his second orgasm crashes into him harder than the first. his mouth opened, and his hips twitched so violently the toy nearly slips from his hand. his abs cramp with the effort, and his breath catches in his throat.

still, he doesn’t stop.

by the third, it hurt. but it hurt so good.

the tip of his cock was swollen, and flushed, too sensitive to touch, but he keeps thrusting into the toy, keeps panting, keeps picturing the look on your face when you snapped at him.

‘stand the fuck up.’

bucky lost count of how many times he had came. four? five?

at some point, his legs just fell open, limp, and spread wide on the mattress as the toy slides wetly over his cock again, and again. he’s making sounds now, ugly, disgusting sounds, high, broken moans he tried to bury in his wrist. the overstimulation has his thighs jerking with every stroke, every thrust of his cock into the toy.

by the last orgasm, he’s barely even hard anymore, just swollen, trembling, and leaking onto the toy with little hiccupped gasps, and whines. his stomach was sticky, hand slick all the way to his wrist, the sheets underneath him ruined, and cum all over the towel he used halfway through, and forgot to toss.

he finally lets the toy fall from his hand. his fingers wouldn’t close anymore. his entire body is trembling, sweat cooling on his body. his shirt had rode up to his chest with the way he kept going at it, letting his cum drip all over his abs. he drags the towel limply over his abs in a half-hearted attempt to clean himself up, but his arms give out halfway through.

he didn’t even manage to roll over, just falls asleep like that, legs still spread, shirt clinging to his back, cock soft, and sore against his thigh.

he doesn’t dream, just aches.

—

the common room was already buzzing.

john’s letting bob read the news on his tablet.

yelena, and ava are nursing orange juice.

alexei’s lounging on the couch in some horrible silk robe.

and then there’s you, perfectly comfortable at the kitchen island, coffee in hand, legs crossed.

bucky steps in, slowly. his hair was damp, shirt inside-out, eyes glassy. and what’s worse was that he was fucking limping. it was subtle, but it’s there. he’s too stiff, too careful.

bob notices immediately.

“you look like you got hit by a truck.” bob says. “are you okay, bucky?”

“again?” alexei adds. “are you even trying to dodge anymore?”

“did you get jumped in the hallway? blink twice if it was walker.” yelena spoke.

bucky doesn’t even react, just shuffles to the counter. he grabbed a mug, placed it under the coffee machine, and just stared at it.

everyone watched, including you.

“did you break that?” yelena asked.

“i didn’t- it’s not broken, it’s just.. technical difficulties.” he spoke, voice a little too high.

“sure, you look like someone gave you technical difficulties.”

bucky takes a deep breath, then continues. it was just coffee, and toast, how hard could it be?

he grabs a slice of bread, drops it, picks it back up, and drops it again. he plugs in the toaster, and just stares at the dial. it was already set to 3. he turns it to 4, then back to 2, then 5. then he forgets which level he actually wanted.

his coffee had finally started brewing, it smells good. he sighs in relief, but then the toaster pops, and he jumps so hard he yelps. the stares at the toaster like it had betrayed him. his toast was burnt.

“fuck.” he yanks it out, setting it on a plastic plate. he didn’t trust himself with thin glass at the moment. “..i need butter.”

bucky opens the fridge, stares inside, and completely blanks on what butter even looks like.

“he’s gone.” john spoke.

bucky’s tongue darts out to wet his lips, then he shakes his head like he can physically reboot himself.

bob walks over, and helps him with his toast, and coffee.

when he finally returns to the table, everyone was eager to know what had happened to him.

“you okay there soldier?” alexei asked.

“he’s.. limping. like actually. that’s a ‘my legs gave out’ limp.” fuck, bob was in it too.

“you look like you fucked a blender.” yelena continued.

“or like a blender fucked you.” you added, and everyone couldn’t help but laugh.

“no one touched me.” he muttered, voice hoarse from moaning for hours on end. “i’m fine.”

“what?” alexei squinted at him.

“what?” he repeated, slower this time. “no one touched me last night. that’s not what- it wasn’t-”

“didn’t say someone touched you.” yelena chirps. “you did that to yourself huh?”

“god, you’re worse than walker.” ava added.

“don’t bring me into this!” john groaned.

“i’m fine. just.. didn’t get r- didn’t get sleep.”

“you said you didn't get enough sleep, are you sure no one touched you?” bob asked.

“yeah, so i’m fine.”

everyone stared at bucky.

“that’s.. not how that works.” alexei added.

“but it is,” he replies, clearly convinced. “because i, like, i just.. did it myself.”

“wait, you did that to yourself?” yelena practically jumped out of her seat.

“n-no. yeah.. i mean- not like that. i didn’t- it’s not-” bucky grunts, keeping his eyes on the floor. he tries to shuffle back to the table without making noise, but everything about him is loud. the limp, the damp hair that he clearly didn’t dry properly, the faint flush on his cheeks, the tremble of overexertion in his hands.

“holy shit, no fucking way.” ava turned to you. “did you have anything to do with this?” she asked, turning towards you.

“he did this to himself. he didn’t touch him, you can tell.” john defended you.

“blink twice if you got railed into the mattress last night.” yelena asked.

“he blinked five times. that’s code for ‘overstimulated himself, and now he can’t walk’.” you hinted at it.

“that’s.. embarrassing, kinda. sorry, bucky.” bob spoke.

bucky grips his coffee mug like it’s the last shred of dignity he had. he doesn’t say a word. he looked like he spent the whole night getting railed to oblivion, which would make sense, except you didn’t touch him.

all you did was say ‘go ahead, get yourself off thinking about what i could’ve done to you.’

you didn’t expect him to actually do it.

bucky felt it, that heat creeping up the back of his neck, that throb in his cock that he cannot handle right now, that twitch in his thighs from muscles that are still recovering from the abuse he gave them. he tried to sit down, fails the first time, then lowers himself with a hiss.

he sits way too carefully, thighs shaking. you catch him shifting in his seat like he can’t find a comfortable angle. he can’t, his cock was still oversensitive. even the slight drag of the cotton of his pants burnt.

then he reaches for a spoon, and knocks over the creamer.

“fuck.”

you crossed one leg over the other.

“okay maybe i had something to do with it.” you admitted. “i did say ‘get yourself off’, but i didn’t mean it literally. i didn’t say make yourself stupid over it.” you shrugged, and the table practically erupted in laughter.

you were lucky they were all really open-minded, or else you wouldn’t know how else you were supposed to deal with this.

bucky’s face turns a shade of red, and he tries to shoot you a flare, but his brain’s too fried to hold it. the best he could do was a pout, and groan.

the laughter still echoed when he tried to rally.

“it wasn’t like that.” his voice was hoarse, tight, and a little too defensive.

“oh this should be good.” ava was already grinning.

“i just worked out too hard last night.” he spoke.

“only an idiot would believe that. we weren’t born yesterday, soldier.” alexei snorted.

“you worked out, huh?” you hummed.

“yeah. a lot. like, arms, and uh, stuff.” bucky pointed weakly to one of them. “these. you know, burn.”

“burn.” ava repeats.

“didn’t know moaning into a pillow was considered as a workout.” yelena added.

“i wasn’t-” bucky stopped himself, realising how close he was to digging a deeper hole. “overtrained. too much.. discipline.”

“we don’t have to, the walk says it all.” ava joked.

“i just slept weird, okay?”

“are you sure you slept?” bob asked, he was clearly concerned, but didn’t want to miss out on the fun.

“i’m serious.” bucky insists.

“want to tell them how many times you came?”

the room went silent, and bucky cursed under his breath.

“wait, that’s what did it?” ava let out a low whistle.

bucky’s response was a little delayed.

“i don’t know.. like, six? ..oh my god.” he buried his face into his palms. he had muttered the truth, on autopilot.

the silence was instant, and everyone stares.

“wait- no, that’s not-”

yelena started howling.

“that’s commitment.” even bob had started laughing.

“i meant- fuck, i meant the workout. i did six sets last night.” he gestures with his spoon. “real.. intense.”

“what, a core workout? you’re walking like your spine’s rearranged.” john cackled.

“so proud of you soldier, that’s real stamina!” alexei patted bucky on the back

“i did not!” he tries to defend himself.

bucky opened his mouth, nothing comes out, not even a grunt. he tries to straighten up, stand taller, in an attempt to regain some dignity, but his thighs tremble, and everyone saw it. he limps off towards the exit.

—

it only got worse after breakfast.

the teasing? he could almost handle, the way everyone else side-eyed him when he winced or let out a grunt that he thought was silent? fine.

annoying, humiliating, but fine.

what wasn’t fine though, was how his body kept betraying him.

bucky’s pacing the hallways now, trying to walk it off, trying to calm down.

the problem is, every step does something to him. his thighs were so sore they trembled, his hips ached, and his cock, still twitchy, kept brushing against the fabric of his sweats just right, or wrong, he couldn’t tell anymore. it wasn’t even the stimulation anymore, it’s the echoes. he’s trying to be normal, he really is, but his skin remembers, and his muscles don’t fucking care what he wants.

so when he leans on the stairwell railing, innocently, he doesn’t expect his hips to shift, doesn’t expect the seam of his sweats to grind right up against the underside of his sensitive cock. his breath caught sharp in his throat, and he yanks back as if he got burnt.

he doesn’t mean to do all this, his brain’s just lagging behind, reacting three seconds too late to everything. he tells himself it’s just a flinch, but his hips rolled forward against the cool metal of the railing.

“fuck.” he hisses, pulling away.

bucky walks faster now, praying that movement will help.

it doesn’t.

every single surface is a threat. the wall? brushed his side, and made him gasp. even the back of a chair, a fucking chair, nearly buckled his knees when he bumped the edge of it against his thigh.

“this is ridiculous.” every time he rubs against something, by accident, he swears, his breath stutters. it wasn’t loud, wasn’t obvious, but there was a moan here, and a whimper there occasionally.

bucky gave up. the door to his room shut with a solid click.

he is not okay.

his cock was hard again. it had been hard on, and off the entire morning.

so now he’s pacing his room like an idiot, palms braced on the windowsill, the desk, the dresser, anything to hold himself up while his stupid, traitorous hips keep rocking into the air like they’re waiting to be grabbed, held down, and then used.

a pillow on the edge of his bed almost undoes him right there, and then. he presses down against it, just once, and his eyes roll back. his mouth falls open, he mewls, and then he panics.

no, no. he can’t go there again, not after last night, not after he destroyed himself already, rubbed himself raw with that toy, drenched the inside of the fleshlight until it was dripping. he came six times, maybe seven. he lost count when his cock started to ache every time he twitched.

his body doesn’t give a fuck though. his cock twitches again, straining against the thin fabric of his sweats, and his knees go weak this time. thank god he was already on the bed, or he would’ve collapsed on the ground.

so, bucky does the only thing he can possibly think of. he grabs a towel, stumbles into the bathroom, and runs cold water all over his face until the sound of blood rushing in his ears quiets down.

he dries off, slowly, like he’s trying to stay calm. he isn’t though.

eventually, he peels off the sweats, sticky, and humiliatingly damp, then he flops back into bed with a groan. the towel ends up under his hips, because he can’t trust his body not to leak the second he thinks about you.

he didn’t mean to fall asleep, but the exhaustion takes him, finally.

—

when bucky wakes, it was already dark. the towel under him is damp again, maybe from sweat this time. his cock isn’t hard anymore, thank god, but it’s tender, raw, and sore. he still can’t stop thinking about you.

so when the knock comes, he thinks he’s dreaming.

“open the door, bucky.”

your voice.

his eyes snap open, heart thudding.

“fuck, i can't do this. not right now.” he scrambles up, muscles protesting, pulls his sweats up, and stumbles to the door. when he opens it, you’re already leaning against the door frame, arms crossed. he’s shirtless, in just his sweats, damp again.

you glance past bucky into the room, towel on the bed, wrinkled sheets, the toy still thrown somewhere on his mattress.

“you know i wasn’t serious about getting yourself off, right?”

“i know.” he couldn’t meet your eyes.

“but you did it anyway.”

“..yeah.”

you step in, shutting the door behind you.

bucky backs up on instinct, but there really wasn’t anywhere to go. he bumps into the dresser, and you follow.

“still not okay?” you ask softly.

“i was.” he hides his face in his arm, climbing onto the bed.

“you were fine?”

“after the nap, sort of.”

you sat down on the edge of the bed, and he flinches when it dips.

“seriously?” you asked. “i'm not doing anything.”

“you- fuck, you know what you sound like, right? what you do to me?”

“i just wanted to see what you’d do, and now you’re like this, can’t think, can’t even walk straight.” you leaned in closer. “you’ve been grinding into everything like a desperate thing.”

“..you don’t know that.” he groans.

“i can guess.” you sighed. “thought you could get off without me? that feel good, huh?”

bucky’s thighs are trembling again.

“didn’t even last, did you? couldn’t fucking wait.”

“i couldn’t stop.” he whispers. “i kept trying to cum until i didn’t want it anymore, and it- it just got worse.”

you grabbed his jaw.

“did i say you could touch yourself at all? did i give you direct orders to do that?”

“no.” he shook his head.

“so what’s going to happen now?”

bucky blinks at you, dazed.

“now i’m going to show you what happens when you cum without permission, hm?”

he groans at that, like the sheer sound of your voice short-circuits his brain.

you push him back against the pillows, and prop his feet up. the moment you lick his cock, slowly, from the base to the tip, he screams.

“fuck! oh god, fuck, fuck- fuck! i can’t-”

you suck him in all the way in one smooth motion, and his knees buckle.

“you- your fucking mouth- fuck, fuck it’s too much, it’s fuck- please..”

you hum around him, and his entire body jolts.

bucky made a choked, gasping noise like a sob.

“why does it feel this- ugh, you- you’re going to kill me, i swear-”

you pop off slowly, dragging your tongue along the underside, and grin up at him.

“i haven’t even started yet, sweetheart.” you climb over him, pin his wrists down, and leave marks on his neck.

“please- please, fuck me. i need it. i’ll lose my mind if you don’t. i-i’ll cum again from your voice if you don’t-”

“then shut up, and let me prepare you.”

bucky moans at that like it’s fucking praise.

your fingers find his hole, and stroke there gently.

���so pretty, is this all for me?”

he nods.

“that’s good. you want me to stretch you nice, and slow before i fuck you, don’t you?” you spit in your hand, and rub it into him, fingers slick, and gentle. the first finger goes in with barely any resistance, but you don’t rush, just work him open with steady, shallow strokes, making sure every movement brushes his prostate.

bucky’s head lolls to the side when you lean down, and kiss the soft skin of his stomach while you added more fingers. his back arches, and he lets out a high whine.

“that’s it, open up for me. i want you nice, and relaxed before i ruin you.”

“ahh- oh fuck, that’s- fuck, please, i-i can’t..” he whimpers. “i’m going to c-cum, just from that, i swear to god-”

“don’t you dare.” you murmur.

“i’m sorry- i-i’ve been so sensitive, can’t help it-”

you slap your free hand over bucky’s mouth, and you swear his eyes roll back.

“you cum again without permission, and i’ll edge you for the rest of the fucking night.” you growled.

he whines, nodding.

“you ready for it? want my cock inside you?”

“y-yeah.” he breathes. “want it- want you so bad-”

“come on, where are your manners?” you stroke your thumb across the tip of his leaking cock, and press down, hard.

bucky jerks, and his eyes fly open. a strangled gasp tears out of his throat, and he scrambles.

“f-fuck.. shit.” he chokes.

you don’t move your thumb, just kept the pressure firm.

he tries to writhe, but he’s so weak.

“please- i can’t- oh my god-”

you finally let up, and he almost collapses.

“that too much for you?”

he nodded.

“please.. please fuck me.. feels too good..”

you take off your pants, and let the tip of your cock nudge against his hole, but you don’t press in, not yet.

“see? that’s better. good boys use their manners.”

when you finally push in, his back arches off the bed.

“fuck- oh god, oh god. i can feel everything, you’re so deep- aah..” he gasps as you bottom out, his words dissolving into another broken moan. his head falls back against the pillow, and for a second it looked like he had short-circuited completely. he grabs at the sheets like they’ll ground him, but they don’t, nothing does, not when you were 8 inches deep in him.

“loud already? i’ve barely done anything yet.” you fuck him slowly, and deeply. “fuck, you’re soaked.”

bucky shakes his head wildly, but his brain was already gone. he tries to answer, really, but all that comes out is a trembling, broken sound.

“oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck- no, wait- slow.. no- please, just.. oh my god, your cock, y-your cock feels.. so good.. i-i’m going to.. haa.. no- wait! fuck, don’t- too much- please, oh god! can’t- fuck, can’t take-” he was rambling now.

“i know you can’t.”

and he fucking sobs.

“too bad. you’re going to take it.” you growl, fucking him through it. ”you’re going to take every fucking inch until you can’t walk, yeah?”

“i already can’t- fuck, fuck- fuck!” his legs started to spasm, and you pin them down. he’s crying, thrashing under you, tears in his eyes from the sheer intensity.

“such a messy slut. thought you could get yourself off, and be fine? you needed me this whole time, didn’t you?”

“yes- yes! i need you- n-need your cock.. need you inside me-”

you grab bucky’s jaw to kiss him hard, and he fucking whines into your mouth.

“then shut up, and take it.” you fuck him hard now. deep, punishing strokes that make the bedframe bang against the wall.

you lean over, drag your hand down his chest, then grip his waist again, and thrusted.

“ah- uh, uh, uh-” his voice stutters with every push, the rhythm forces the noises out of him like you’re fucking the breath straight from his lungs.

you always loved when he started making these sounds.

he tried to keep it in, but he can’t, his body just reacts for him.

every single thrust knocks another sound out of him.

“that’s all you’ve got left to say?”

“nnh.. uh, uh-” he chokes, legs shaking around your waist. “fuck- uh, uh, please-” he was gone, drooling, sobbing, words slurring, and breaking apart by the slap of your hips against him.

you fuck him harder, and he screams.

it just kept coming, those helpless, punched out sounds that get faster, and more urgent, like his brain’s short-circuiting, and that’s all he knows how to do now, moan, and take it.

“you’re going to cum like this.”

bucky’s body jerks, you don’t even touch his cock. his thighs snap shut around you, and he wails as he cums.

“good boy.”

he shudders again, violently, like your praise shoots right through his spine. when it was over, he went slack under you.

—

the morning after, the kitchen went dead silent when you walked in. you looked normal, like usual.

then bucky limps in after you.

the moment he appeared in the doorway, everyone’s eyes snap to him.

“worse than yesterday.” john mutters.

bob’s jaw drops, and yelena clutches her mug like it’s a lifeline.

ava was the first to break.

“oh my fucking god.”

“..i’m fine.” bucky said bluntly,

“you screamed last night, you know that right?” yelena asked.

“i didn’t.” he sighed.

“you fucking wailed.” john says. “you were crying, shit echoed.”

“what?”

“soldier, you howled!” alexei chimed in as well.

bucky glares at the table.

“shut up.”

“pretty sure the walls shook.” yelena added.

“and then you started whimpering, like actual sobs.” ava replied.

“i wasn’t sobbing!” his face goes completely red, and he sunk lower in his seat.

“you were loud..” bob said. “thought you were dying.”

“can we not-” he starts. “i was sleeping. you were all dreaming.”

“so what was all that moaning? sleep talking?” yelena tilted her head.

“must’ve been.”

“you whined.” john said.

“i didn’t-”

“like a puppy.” alexei continued.

you raised your cup silently, hiding a smile behind the rim.

bucky shoots you a betrayed glance.

“you’re just going to let them-?”

“wasn’t me.” you shrugged. “they’re making their own conclusions.”

“thought about recording it, for educational purposes.” ava spoke.

“she means blackmailing, by the way.” yelena winked.

“i-i was overstimulated okay? it happens!” he said, before realising what he had just admitted.

“overstimulated! you’re such a slut.” ava almost fell out of her chair laughing.

“god. i hate all of you.” he drags both hands down his face.

“so.. we all know who it was.” john sighs.

“i wasn’t- fuck, i wasn’t that loud..” bucky tries to say something else to defend himself, but that was all that came out.

you hum quietly.

“he was very good for me.”

the entire table goes feral.

“oh my god-”

“what the fuck?!”

“shut up- i’m trying to eat-”

everyone was screaming, laughing so hard they might just start crying.

bucky just groans, banging his forehead gently against the counter.

[thigh-o-saur]

Imagine yandere vampire hunter finding out he married one of the creatures he vowed to destroy. The very monster he dedicated his entire life to kill.

“…no..i-it can’t be..” his voice was barely a whisper, but you heard it loud and clear as if he was right next to you.

You stood still in the darkness, your face was a mask of indifference. If you hadn’t been blinking he would have mistook you for a statue. It appeared you’d been careless and let yourself be seen- by him no less. You could still feel the warmth of the blood dripping down you chin; a curtain of red fell down the front of your dress and stained it.

“Please tell me this isn’t real..” your husband let his eyes wander to the soon-lifeless body laying not far away. Small puffs of air was seen coming for the person, indicating they were not yet dead. The disgusting sound of gurgling in one’s own blood sent a shiver down his spine. His eyes met yours, searching for any sort of confirmation that everything was indeed a figment of his imagination.

“It is, I’m afraid.” You said.

He let out a devestatd choke, muttering ‘no’ over and over while shaking his head, clearly in denial.

You reminded yourself not to show any emotion and stepped forward. “I will not lie to you and therefor I will utter the clear truth in front of you. I am a vampire.”

“No, no you’re not.” He refused to believe it. If it had been his friend, he would prioritise duty before friendship. If it was his brother, he would do the same. Even if it was his own parents, he would die before letting insensible things such as emotions to come in the way of doing what is right. But this was different. It was you. It can’t be you. It could never be you.

But it was. Clearly. The evidence- the body- was right in front of him, unblinking and unmoving.

“You cannot look away from what is in front of you-“

“Stop saying that!” He suddenly shouted, surprising you with the sudden change in tone. “You can’t be one of….them.” He expressed in great repulsion.

Despite knowing how evil your kind is, you still though of yourself as quite good- well, as good as you can be when you’re a blood sucking, murderous creature of the night. So your husbands disdain awoke some sort of defensiveness in you.

“Wel, I am. And I have been for a while now.”

He seemed to think for a moment. Then he asked, “how long? How long have you been a…a vampire?” He furrowed his brow at the end, not believing he’d ever connect ‘you’ and the word ‘vampire’ in his life.

“36 years. Not as long as some others, but it should still count as something.”

“Oh god..”

It meant that you were one since the start- no before- your marriage. Was he truly that blind? Had love taken such hold of him that he could no longer do his job properly?

How many vampires had he killed during you union? All that while simultaneously being wed to one himself. While loving one, caring for one and even making passionate love to one. It was like some fucked-up punishment tailor-made for him.

He knew what he had to do.

The first tear fell down his cheek, betraying his stern expression and showcasing his endless sorrow. “You are evil,” he raised his crossbow, “and now you have to be judged for your crimes.” How ironic of him to talk about committing crimes of slaughter as if he wasn’t doing exactly the same. He wasn’t stupid, not all immortals were pure darkness, it wasn’t that simple. They do what they have to in order to survive. Only some killed more than they had to. Still, it didn’t change the fact that they all need to be destroyed.

Your eyes widened when he pointed the weapon straight at you. You expected this. Of course he would kill you. However, a part of you could not stop from hoping he wouldn’t think of you as a monster. That perhaps you’d finally find somewhere you can call home and be accepted for what you are. It was a naive dream. Weren’t you his wife before you were a monster? Apparently not, because an arrow shot at you at incredible speed. It hit you in the arm and you cried out in pain.

While you had physical advantages, it doesn’t mean you are immune to pain.

Ripping it out, you studied the black liquid staining it. Your husband swore and immediately prepared to launch another. You felt your fangs grow in length and you hissed at him. Throwing yourself at him the two of you rolled around on the floor, each trying to restrain the other. You managed to get ahold of his crossbow and threw it away form his reach.

Your husband quickly dug into his pockets to grab a dagger, and tried to stab you. Luckily you stopped him in time, fighting him with your vampiric strength. You had to give it to him, he was surprisingly strong for a human. Despite you having supernatural gifts, he was definitely a match and you had a hard time holding you down. If it was any other situation you would have been impressed and rather seduced by his sheer strength, unfortunately this was not a good situation for you.

You leaned down, planning to bite him, but his fast reflexes let him use his free arm to keep you at a distance. He was now on the floor with you straddling him and trying with all your might to end his life.

Your husband knocked your heads together which was the distraction he needed to kick you off of him. You clenched you forehead in pain and backed away. But there was no more time to dwell on that pain, because it was minor compared to what you felt next. Agony was in your side, accompanied by the dagger you had previously defended yourself against.

Your lover was close. Enough for you to feel his breath, and enough for you to see tears running down his regretful face.

“Why was it you?”

Whether he referred to you being a vampire or you being the one he married, you did not know. It hardly mattered anyway.

In a way, you did love your husband. It was probably not in the normal spousal way but it was there. Maybe if you weren’t a blood-sucker you two would have been truly happy together. Too bad fate had other plans. Even though it was true that you were probably evil, you wanted to live. And despite the one threatening your existence was none other than the man who’d showed you the devotion and love you thought you’d never find again, this was not where you wanted it to end.

With a shriek, you used all your power to push him as hard as you could. He flew backwards into the wall. You supposed he’d fainted from the force since he wasn’t making any move to get up. You clutched your side and groaned. You had to get out of there; somewhere safe.

You stumbled to the window and put your foot on the ledge. The dagger he’d stabbed you with must be silver, otherwise it wouldn’t have made as much damage. The wound in your side burned and sizzled with pain. You had no idea if your body would be able to fully heal you in time for when you need blood again- or even at all.

“Ugh….”

You heard a cough from behind you. It was your dearest. He must be sturdier than he looks to have woken up so quickly. He had rolled over to lay on his stomach and had his arms pathetically stretched in your direction.

“D-don’t go.”

You scoffed at his audacity. “What, so you can finally finish me off?”

He whimpered pathetically, “ N-no, I’m sorry… I shouldn’t have done that- why did I do that?” The last part appeared to be a criticism on himself. Nevertheless he continued, “please, I won’t do it again. I was wrong, you’re not evil I know that, I don’t know why I said that. I’m so sorry, please..”

A frown adorned your face. “It’s okay. I’m not evil, but I know I’m far from good- I’m not that delusional.” Then you turned back to the view of the outside world.

“Wait, no-“

“I have to go. I really mean it when I say this, ‘thank you for all these years together, they have been the happiest days I am now able to remember’.

“My love, don’t-“

You ignored his pleas as you jumped from the window. You landed in the dirt outside. You looked back at the house which you’d just escaped from and as you prepared to run off to another town and build up a new life (until you’d eventually have to run again) you listened to the scream of the man who’d been your husband for six years.

What was he screaming? What else if not your name.

-

[thigh-o-saur]

I luv making confident dom-looking boys go all subby and shy

Him x dom reader who's always such a tease, slapping his ass when no one's there, kissing him on the corner of his lips, tracing your fingers down his spine all the way to his lower back then retracting your hand, watching him blush a beautiful red and stutter when you press a kiss to his nape

Like wdym bbg that people often go shy around you? How could they? All you sees is him being so blushy and shy and subby it makes you wanna whisper in his ear about all the dirty things you'll do to him as he's making his whole group of friends laugh and the few girls in that group, giggle and blush at his confidence and charisma

Then they start to wonder why his posture seems so reserved now... why is there a blush creeping from his chest to the tips of his ears? It surely must be one of the girls, right? He's stuttering too... what happened to his confident demeanor??? Then they see you pull him away and do unspeakable things to him (not that they'd know)

MINORS DNI!! top male reader,, Taming him <33, Semi public??

Confident and dominant looking boys make the best subs <3 No one in his large friend group knew how well you had him trained,, Even as he laughed and joked,,he couldn't go far from you,,Your grip was so tight on his waist,,

At first you didn't bother him too much,,only occasionally dragging him away to press soft kisses to his neck,,only to rile him up,,trying to keep his whines quiet as you held your knee inbetween his thighs!!

Coming back with a hickey on his neck,,His friends seemed too distracted with their food to notice as you both sat back down at the table,,your hand resting on his thigh from under the table!!

The more you broke his confident demeanour in private the more it leaked into his daily life,,staying closer and closer to you,,almsot begging like a desperate puppy for your touch even in public!!

His friends noticed how your hand drifted down from his waist to rest possessively on his ass,,how you started to order for him when he seemed to nervous to order himself,,your eyes trained on your phone,,luckily his friend couldn't hear the soft buzzing of the vibrator over their laughter!!

Dragging him away from his friends as usual,,fucking him so roughly in the bathroom as he completely forgets about your friends waiting for you both,,so addicted to your cock,,His eyes rolled into the back of his head as he gasps and moans so loudly!!

Bringing him back to your friends,,one of your more observant friends noticed how he limped,,his face flushed,,his hands gripped tightly to yours,,his thighs trembling softly as you sat him down on your lap right infromt of his friends!! >□<

[thigh-o-saur]

Hypnotizing while hes cumming idk?

Aaa I love this cuz I can use this for ANYTHING lololol

I've been on a total rant about Dr Ratio lately, idk if its cuz I've been looking at so many r34 comics of him but I need him hypnotised and bouncing on my dick eeepp

Hypnotised him while he's working,,he already wouldn't expect it so when your soothing voice starts to whisper in his ear,,he doesn't mind it probably expecting you to just be annoying or something

But he felt his mind start to drift away,, his head growing heavy as he slowly lets go off his pen,,Veritas couldn't think any longer and well,,he didn't want to,,why would anyone when you have the option of listening to a soothing voice everyday?

All he had to do was obey,,undressing for you,,allowing you to grope his tits (which jiggle this is canon i said so) and eventually impaling himself on your cock,,bouncing up and down so rhythmically he feels himself going deeper!!

Mindlessly slurring out that he's your good boy,,that he'd do anything to feel this relaxed everyday

When he finally cums,,his eyes roll back and he falls into the deepest trance ever,,it would feel so good for him to let his mind go,,no more stresses about aventurine or dumb people just pure bliss >□<

Now everyone is wondering why The Dr Ratio seems so calm lately or why he asked for a bigger chest window 🤭

[thigh-o-saur]

ah i forgot sorry ♦️

Sub Boothill x Dom Top Male Reader because I am very normal about this man

Author's Note: I wanted to do HCs for this because I have some ✨ideas✨ I hope that's alright with you!

Pairings: Boothill x male reader

Sub Boothill… 🤤

Ugh, he can be such a tease. Seriously

This man knows he's attractive, he knows what his voice does to people, and he knows how to use these things to his advantage. And he does so REGULARLY

I can picture Boothill buying skimpy clothing and wearing it at random times just to rile you up

Booty shorts, thongs, crop tops. Anything that he thinks might get you going

Obviously, the cowboy enjoys riding you

His metal ass grinds down, and Boothill feels your cock reach deeper inside of him

His butt and thighs are so slap-able… alas, they are made of metal and it would hurt tremendously to slap them 😔

But you can at least still admire his booty. He looooves it when you admire any part of him, actually

Body worship is a big kink of his 👀👌

The faces Boothill makes during sex… good lord…

With those pointy teeth of his too? UGH his face is just too pretty. I cannot–

He is an absolute god when it comes to lapdances or strip teases

I need to write stripper Boothill headcannons or something 🥵

Anyways! Boothill is truly a wonderful sub all around. He's very good at following the rules and being a good boy, he's a lot of fun to play with, but he's also a great disobedient sub when you're both up for that too!

I haven't even talked about his genitals yet–

As written in the other Boothill request; I think he can use different attachments down there. He has a built-in hole, but he can switch it out with different hi-tech, fleshlight-like inserts

He can also use different dick attachments. Or, perhaps he could order something custom made? Such as a fleshlight with two holes? 👀

Basically, he can do whatever he wants down there. And/or make his partner's dreams come true

His 'cum' is artificial, but it works the same as regular semen. He can fill up a compartment with the substance and pump it through a cock attachment, or have it ooze out of any orifice

The attachments don't have any nerves until they attach to him though. Not unless you program some special ones…

So that you use one of his fleshlight inserts and it feels like he's getting fucked even though he's in the middle of combat 🥴

Give the cowboy a bj from miles away by sucking off one of his dick attachments… oouyhhdhkdjfk

On the topic of bjs, Boothill is excellent at giving you head

His gag reflex is non-existent, so you can fuck his throat all you like~

I also think he can be a bit of a size king sometimes

I want to get a massive, thick dildo and make Boothill sit on it and bounce on it until his circuits are fried 🥵

[thigh-o-saur]

can i convince you to write gn!reader with francis mosses? but like… the kicker is a weird one… he’s lactating (can either be a usual occurrence or a weird situation for them) and asks the reader to help

Gøt Milk?

pairings: Milkman x reader

summary: anons request of course!

warning: 18+ content

“oh, you’re back again i see” You tilt your head to the man opposite of you.

“miss me?” He asks.

“how have you not been killed yet?” Usually doppelgängers couldn’t hang around for too long as the same thing, otherwise people get suspicious and report them.

“i have my ways… are you gonna let me in easy this time? or do i need to show up your D.D.D. douchebags again” He questions.

“well, you know i can never make anything easy for you… what’s on your shirt?” You ask, seeing wet spits welling up right where you assume his nipples are.

“huh? damn it” He rolls his eyes once he realizes.

“is this some sort of abnormality?” You ask.

“you humans swear you know everything” He mumbles.

“well, is it?” You smirk.

“whatever, yes. just help me get rid of it i’ve been dealing with this shit for weeks now after you” He huffed.

“after me? you were the horny bastard that came in here first asking for ‘help’ ” You raise an eyebrow.

“besides, i don’t do favors for jerks” You shrug him off and take a peek at your clock.

“look, (Y/N)-“ He says, voice disoriented, taking you by surprise. He had a fist on the window that he quickly loosened once he saw you look at it.

“quite the temper you have”

“i’m sorry, just- look im desperate right now and you’re making this difficult for me…” His forehead was on the glass and he looked down in defeat.

“awe, i thought that’s what you liked?” You say, getting close to the glass to catch his eye.

He looked at you with knitted eyebrows and an almost pitiful expression. You roll your eyes and press the unlock button, succumbing to the pity.

“hurry up before i change my mind..” You sigh.

As if you needed something else to worry about today.

He came in quickly, and you lock the door again. You could tell he was biting back a shit eating grin.

He closed the door and stood a little awkwardly this time around. “so… what are you gonna do?”

“well obviously i’ll just squeeze it out… do you carry glasses with your get up? or did you just copy his clothes” You cross your arms.

“well i’m not really going door to door so no, i don’t have glasses” he answers, matter of factly.

You approach him, peering at the wet spots that adorned his button up. His nipples looked larger than last time.

You reach out and unbutton down until his pecs were in full display. You could see the beads of milk forming and dripping down the pink areola.

“oh my..” You gently touch one with your thumb and he tenses. With a little more pressure, his hand flew up to grab yours.

“whatever the feeling is, its too much. it’s overwhelming, yet relieving somehow” He explains.

You catch him off guard and use your other hand you squeeze until you saw the white liquid spray out. He choked and groaned, grabbing your hand once again.

“hm..” You look around the office for something to hold the liquid in. You kept your office very neat so there was only a large fast food cup in the trash can and your half empty hydro flask.

You grab the cup from the can and open your flask.

“we’ll use these. don’t worry about this coming from the trash, it only had ice in it beforehand. but you can drink the rest of the water in here if you think it’ll overflow” You inform him.

“also, sit here. ‘cause i’m still gonna give you a hard time” You wink. “if im gonna help you, you’re gonna help me as well”

He sits in your rolling chair and leaned back in the usual man spread position, chest heaving a bit from what you did earlier.

“you see this clipboard? and these folders? they have all of the information for the neighbors that are coming in today. i don’t know if you’ll need it but you know the rules here.” You start.

“for every doppelgänger you catch, i’ll reward you” You propose.

“and i’ll squeeze these baby’s until their dry while we wait on the next person to walk in”

“that’s a piece of cake for me, i can sense other dopplegangers you know?” He says, finally letting you see his over confident grin again.

“don’t care, like i said, you’re doing something for me in return, and this is it. hope you’re looking forward to it since you’re so comfy about it” Your eyes stare into his. His face goes a little pink and you chuckle.

“…oh lucky you! here they come” You push him out of the line of vision and stand in front of the window. “hi, how are you today?”

“i’m well! how are you” The neighbor replied.

“doppelgänger” You hear from the side. You look at the person in front of you. It certainly looked like a neighbor.

“ID please” The woman slides her ID through and you check to see that her name is typed complete backwards.

You close the security window and call D.D.D.

“wait, so you don’t even need to see them to know?” You whisper to the man in your corner. He shakes his head no and you hum to yourself.

D.D.D. comes to clean and you engage in the shirt conversation they have with you. “alright, we’re heading back now… but, (Y/N)?”

“yes?”

“where’s your chair today?” The suited man asks.

“oh, i’m trying to lose weight so im standing this shift” You answer with a smile.

“oh, well you look great already, so don’t push yourself too hard!” He waved and you wave back.

“that was sweet of him” You chuckle. You feel eyes burning a hole into your head and see ‘Francis’ glaring.

“ yOu lOoK gReat alReaDy” He mocked.

“don’t be jealous, it wouldn’t kill you to compliment me” You poke his forehead.

“yeah? well how abou- mmfuck” His annoyance, now diluted by his heightening sense of ecstasy.

“so much better when you aren’t nagging me” You had the reused cup pressed under peck while you massaged the area around his nipple

You tug at it and watch him writhe with the harsh sound of the milk hitting the button of the cup. With your skilled hands, the cup was reaching the halfway mark and his hands were digging into the back of your thighs.

“please…be a little more gentle” He gulps and his adam’s apple slowly bobs.

“we won’t be getting anywhere like that now would we?” You tease, giving him a quick kiss on the corner of his agape mouth.

He shuddered every once in a while and was sweating up a storm. You were kind of envious of the amount of pleasure these things could receive. He was pitching a mountain top before you, and just as the cup was full half way, uou hear the footsteps of another.

You set the cup aside and stand from and center, leaving the man disheveled and thankful for a break from the near overstimulation.

“hi how are you?” You beam at the neighbor. They slide in their I.D. and you skim over it before hearing ‘Francis’ speak up again with a groggy voice.

“human”

“Enjoy your day” You smile and unlock the door, making sure to lock it back. The neighbor smile’s and nods a thank you once inside.

“another good call, you’re on a roll” You smile back at him, feeling a little excited to torture help his other nipple now.

“i’m glad you came to me for this Franny. I never did get an apology for how you left my office last time, you know?” You tilt your head, leaning over the sitting man with a mischievous grin.

“oh yeah, i’m sorry about that” He sorrily smiled.

“no no no, it’s too late. you won’t be leaving until i fulfill my duty here today “ You pat his cheek.

Doppelgängers don’t have morals, no feelings, not a care in the world. And for the first time, you, (Y/N), have made one feel fear, lust, and regret all at once.

And with a talent like that? How could he ever leave you alone?

-end-

AN: what if i posted tiktoks at the end or start of my asks? idk i feel like it would be cool since tiktok’s gonna be gone in like 8 months 😭

Anyway, hope you enjoyed! sorry it look a bit lol.

[thigh-o-saur]

𝗚𝗨𝗶𝗗𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗘 𝗧𝗢 𝗙𝗶𝗟𝗧𝗛; 𝗚. 𝗦𝗔𝗧𝗢𝗥𝗨!

[ WARNiNGS ] Top male reader. Stepson! afab! Satoru. Pseudo incest. Huge age gap (Satoru is in 20's while you're in your mid-40's). Single father reader. Daddy kink. Fingering. Pussy slapping. Brief dacryphilia. Manipulation. Degradation. Jealous sex. Choking. Size kink. Overstimulation. Orgasm denial. Brief feminization in the end. Name calling + petname (dollie). Fem aligned, blank blogs && minors dni.

[ AUTHOR'S NOTE ] First post, ahh. Mid but Satoru with daddy issues? And we are the cause of them? Sign me up. Also, likes and reblogs are always appreciated. <3

Satoru wailed your name out loud, his feet aimlessly kicking in the air, feeling yet another orgasm approaching while being bent over your shoulder painfully. His cries fuelled your pace further, your long digits sliding in and out of his cunt effortlessly, at an almost brutal speed. All of his whine and plea for you to show some mercy going straight to your dick, and you did the exact opposite, causing him to get louder than he already was. A pretty crier your son was, without any doubt.

"I know I was busy these days, but that doesn't mean you get to whore around behind my back, 'Toru." You muttered in faux disappointment while Satoru although couldn't see your face, he could tell you had a frown, mind cluttered with thoughts as to why your son decided to act so rowdy. The frail boy let out some incoherent whimpers, heart dropping even at the thought of dejecting youー the only man whom he is truly loved by.

It was a mistake! He could swear! His friend needed to let out some stress and Satoru was tipsy, too; he didn't even recall when the situation escalated to him getting knocked up by his friend in an isolated room. With the influence of alcohol and raw sex, Satoru passed out eventually and the next moment he knew he was at your door, limping with hickeys littered all over his neck.

You were furious to say the least; your little plaything is now going around in other guys' pants? Like hell you'd let that happen. After shutting the door over his little friend's face who took pity into dropping your son home, you let Satoru sober up. The night was still young and you were yet to start with your lessons.

Satoru squealed girlishly as you unexpectedly pulled your digits, his broken whines resonated all over the place when he felt you slapping over his princess parts instead. "Hurts, hurts! Daddy, it hurts!" Another girlish squeal. Yet that inviting little clit of his spasming around nothing said something completely otherwise. You inhaled sharply; he was loud, but he could be even loud in bed sometimes.

"Suck it up. I didn't raise you to whore around a boy while wearing some skimpy shorts, yet you did that and even had the guts to come home with hickeys all over you."

"D-daddy is too meanー!" Satoru whined, clawing at your back, hitting his legs against your chest in an attempt to get away from you. You hissed in annoyance, not liking your son's bratty behaviour the slightest.

Now, Satoru was clumsy and always fucking things up left and right. But you knew better, he just got his punk little youngblood over his head and all he needed was your guidance, something you're willing to render.

Having enough of the boy's tantrums, you threw him on the bed rather harshly while he complained about how cruel you were. You completely ignored his babbling however.

"You know 'Toru, it was my fault to spoil you with my cock in the first place. You're nothing but a cock spoiled brat now who wants his hole stuffed all the time." The said man went quiet at that, pouting in silence while you pumped your hard-on, grinding the tip against his folds. Satoru moaned, spreading his pussy lips apart with two of his fingers, giving an open invitation for your leaking cock.

"That boy too felt your little cunt like this, hmm?" Slapping your girth over his folds, you didn't bother for him to answer. "He saw you like this and even creamed your cunt 'til you're screaming. Don't you feel ashamed of yourself, 'Toru?" The said boy wanted to complain about teasing him, but all he could let out was pathetic moans and chant about how it wouldn't happen again.

Unfortunately, his half-ass assurances were cut off once you forced all of your length at once inside him, his hips bucking up in the air with a loud moan, hands frantically gripping the sheets beneath him. Satoru was already sensitive from getting fingered and being hit by your belt in the ass. Moreover, he came untouched twice in the middle of your punishment and of course, he still had sore legs from the earlier hookup. He was so damn sensitive, he could lose it anytime.

You hissed out in pleasure, fuck, he was warm. Satoru's velvety walls held you in a grip so damn tight that you could barely move. It wasn't a problem though, you could always make him take your cock as you pleased. He was a perfect little fuckhole for you, and he wouldn't let the title falter no matter what.

You snapped your hips forward, using his neck as a leverage as you fucked into him, your large hand wrapped around his slim neck without any difficulties. Satoru was obedient to your advantages, his body lifelessly jerked up and down with each of your thrusts, moaning like a cheap prostitute. "Guys your age are always high on hormone, but can they fuck you like I do, dollie?" You chuckled when he struggled to answer, your grip on his neck only tightened further.

"No, noooohー Daddy's cock is the beeeestー" Satoru slurred, his face contorted in ecstasy, cheeks stained from previous tears, mouth agape as you could only think of one thing; whore. He looks like a whore.

Your large frame was towering over your pathetic son underneath you; sure he was tall, but the vast built difference between you two left the other man pulsating around your cock.

"Don't you dare to cum unless I say so."

Speeding up, you chased your own pleasure, not bothering to help him for a release. Satoru whined and shook his head in disagreement, fresh tears welling up, his legs shaking violentlyー he was too sensitive to obey that demand!

You leaned down, taking a good look at his pretty face, "That boy's company ate your head, no? It's okay 'Toru, daddy will change your mind again. Daddy's the only man you will ever need, and he will always remind you that." It was a gentle whisper to the contrary of the grip on his neck, yet none of your words sounded comforting. You kissed his eyelashes, wiping his tears away, unknowingly edging him further with your sudden gentleman facade.

Satoru suddenly creamed all over your cock, body trembling non-stop, eyes rolling at the back of his skull and a loud moan leaving his mouth as he did so. You clicked your tongue, before slapping his sensitive cunt rather harshly, earning a loud squeal from him.

"And what did I say about not cumming without my permission? Bad girl."

Satoru whimpered in embarrassment, fat tears rolling down his cheeks as he felt stupid for disappointing you, twice that day.

© occultrace, 𝟐𝐤𝟐𝟒. Do not copy, steal, repost or translate any of my work.

[thigh-o-saur]

Heroes being a prostitute for villains - BNHA

I just had this idea and had to write it, it's basically just a sequence of drabbles of the heroes becoming complete prostitutes by the Villain Reader 🤭 (I intend to make a part two, if you want to give ideas for other characters that would be really cool.

👥 Characters: Hitoshi Shinsou, Shoto Todoroki.

❗ Individuals Warnings❗

♪ — Hitoshi Shinsou ❗Warnings : Tentacles Quirk/Tentacles Sex, Anal Penetration, Belly Bulge, Deepthroat, Dacryphilia, Bondage (?).

Shinsou had a thing for tentacles and he knew it was a problem, it was weird and he knew people would find it disgusting, but his background usually had some tentacle hentai on it and the google. Wondering what it would be like to be fucked and used by those slimy, gooey things, maybe a hybrid woman with tentacles coming out of her back?

At night, this word was what he always ended up searching for in the Rule34 tags tab. Hitoshi just wanted to submit in that way, his individuality is considered that of someone dominant, because he can do whatever you want, just make the person answer a question

On one of his patrols, he didn't expect to encounter such a villain, his body tensed, and he couldn't say anything with the words stuck in his throat. Were you the new villain he heard about from the other heroes? No one had told him that your quirk involved tentacles.

At first you were intrigued by the beginner hero, he seemed almost disturbed by your presence, but not in a bad way, when he finally managed to speak, it wasn't what you expected.

_H-holy shit, fuck me- I-I mean.. I don't — He stammered, his face red, stumbling over his words, looking away and swallowing hard. Maybe it would be fun to play with this little hero.

Shinsou swears he didn't want to let you capture him, he swears, but when the tentacles grabbed him it was as if his body had been enchanted, you made him submit without even saying anything.

His body completely wrapped in thick, slimy tentacles, was this real? He couldn't think straight anymore, with his hero uniform being torn apart, his malicious laughter near him only increased the malicious climate.

The hero would not give in.. would not

When one of its tentacles travels to his face, his dark-ringed pupils are cloudy, and when the tip touches his chapped lips, he immediately opens his mouth, sticking out his tongue, and licking the slime that covered the tentacle, and then with a trembling hand he grabs it and guides it into his mouth, sucking it and taking it to his throat, letting him close his eyes satisfied.

_Damn... you look like such a bitch, I didn't know that heroes went around introducing themselves to villains like that... - Your provocative phrase made him whimper, while the other members explored and smeared his body with slime, you smiled mischievously, guiding one of your tentacles to grab his cock free of the uniform, making him choke on the soft meat filling his mouth.

When one of your tentacles ventures into the softness of his cute ass, he lets out a surprised squeak. Was this really happening? Was he going to let a villain fuck his ass with tentacles?

Moving his legs and opening them slightly, Shinsou still gets it into his head that it's not like he wanted this, he was just cooperating to get out of this unharmed.

He moans softly, feeling the slime lubricate his hole and the tentacle open its tight, soft path, his eyes rolling back and saliva dripping from his mouth.

This felt like one of those wet dreams he had after watching some bad quality hentai he found, and he loved it. His hot asshole stretched, and a hint of pain appeared, but it was soon replaced by pleasure when the tip of the tentacle hit his prostate.

Meanwhile, his throat vibrates between the soft, colorful member, sucking lazily into his hungry mouth, he could feel it hitting his throat, making it difficult for him to breathe lightly.

_Ah.. I can feel it.. You're so tight, you know? - The mischievous purr you let out near his ear making him shiver.

One of your hands finds its way into his messy lilac hair, making him gasp as he still sucks on your tentacle, feeling the tightness as you force him to look at you. And before he knew it, your tentacle pulled out of his mouth, making him cough, but before anything else, your lips stuck to his, making him moan into your lips.

As you kiss him wildly, the hero's legs weaken as your tentacle inside him forces itself deep inside him at a torturous pace, creating a small bulge in his toned belly.

A loud crash is heard from outside the shed, and he gasps in surprise as your tentacles quickly withdraw from him, causing him to fall to the ground as he coughs, his body shuddering, his entrance throbs needily as he looks at you with a pleading look.

"According to the tracker he should be here somewhere Dynamight" Deku's voice in the background makes him finally come to his senses, he had even forgotten that his communicator had fallen and abandoned on the floor had the tracker.

He looks ahead and sees your figure quickly run to the door opposite the direction of the voices, it made sense that you wanted to run away, giving him a mischievous look with a wink, he blushes softly.

_I'll see you another time.. Hitoshi - The use of his first name and the promise to see him again warmed his heart, as he agreed without even realizing it.

It would be best if he picked up his slightly torn uniform from the floor and put it on while the other heroes didn't find him.

♪ — Shoto Todoroki ❗Warnings : Futa! Reader, Breeding Kink, Anal Penetration, Reverse Cowgirl Position, Blowjob.

You and Todoroki were enemies since he started his career as a professional hero, he didn't like villains in general, but you, he hated, he hated you a lot... But damn, you were hot.

It was almost routine for the professional hero to have to take care of some damage you did, store robbery, destruction of public places, threats to civilians, you were a thorn in his side. Being nowhere near as problematic as someone from the League of Villains, but it was annoying how much he enjoyed having to deal with you

His legs felt like they were going to give out every time he got into a confrontation with you, after all why did you decide to wear a tight outfit as a villain uniform? That protruding mark between your legs, he always tried to look away, but at the same time he just wanted to burn your uniform to free your-

_So, Shoto? Are you just going to stare at me? - Your provocations take him out of his trance, making him blush and flinch slightly, letting out a snort.

_C'mon Sho'.. don't you want to have some fun with me? We're alone - The sweetness in her voice makes him swallow hard, there's no way he would do that.

Loud wet noises fill the room, soft moans come out of his mouth, heterochromatic eyes look up focusing on your eyes, his mouth shyly wrapping around your cock, sucking hungrily as I watched your reactions making a mental note of what you seemed to like best.

He just told himself he wouldn't be with a villain, but now he's sucking your dick? Well... at least you were pretty big.

His tongue ran along its entire length, and he moved his head up and down rapidly, his throat looking like it would so easily accept being fucked in the face.

_It's a beautiful view from here.. - You whistle as you lick your lips and gently grab the two-tone hair.

Pulling his lips apart with an overly loud 'pop', he gasps and his pupils go hazy, breathing heavily as he lets your cock rest on his face.

Those moments passed in a slight blur, his uniform was discarded somewhere, and all Todoroki knew was that he was lying naked on your lap, you lying down with a mischievous smile, and the hero sitting with his back to your face, he had a red face of embarrassment, while his calloused hand guides your cock to his cute hole.

_Did you know that you would go to enjoy little hero... How do you feel? It's good, isn't it? - Your mischievous whisper behind him making him snort with his blush growing deeper.

_S-shut up - Todoroki says shakily, moaning softly as he guides your length to the edge and takes a deep breath as his walls calm down and accept your member slowly.

Closing his eyes tightly, Shoto sighs and his thighs tremble as he picks up a good rhythm to start fucking himself on your cock, feeling your smirk smirking even though his back is to you.

_Oh.. you're so warm and tight inside.. - Your hand grabs his waist making him shiver, but he lets the action go, as he lets you guide and enjoy the feeling of his prostate being attacked.

_Do you want to be bred by me huh? - At your suggestion he moans softly in a hoarse way, we begin to go up and down, his hole tightening around your phrase

His soft insides accepting you easily, it felt like he was made for this, Maybe you should go after provoking Shoto more often if that was your reward.

[thigh-o-saur]

18+ SUB LOGAN H. | SEXUAL FANTASY

He’s guilty as charged. LOGAN has matured—with the heat of war still lingering on his conditioned knuckles and tattered mind—he promises on his afflicted soul.

But you make him feel. . .emotions Jean never did. You make him shy away from the foreign pinch of hope that finally, he’ll be receiving some sort of attention. You make him feel an underlying urge to beg you to take him. You make the crotch of his pants ti—

OR OLD LOGAN HOWLETT jerking off to the thought of you.

He’s uncertain when or why the attraction began. All he knows is that he wants you like a man eternally deprived of release.

The bed creaks in protest beneath the heavy weight of his body. LOGAN is stripped of his pants, exposing his damp boxers to the cool air. He swallows hard, leaning his head back atop the pillows and letting his palm wander between his thighs. His eyes shut, his brain conjuring the image of—fuck, he barely even knows you.

He breathes out, ignoring his demanding core in favor of calming his irritated nerves down. In spite of his adamancy, his thoughts hone in the image of you on your knees, kissing his inner thighs.

“Don’t tease.” He’d whine, both of his hands quivering in effort of resisting the knocking of his claws against his skin; proving themselves tempted to come out.

You let out an amused huff, nipping the skin of the dip between his thigh and groin. “‘M not.” You mumble, precisely placing an open-mouthed kiss to a clothed vein that you were ‘unaware’ of.

Oh. LOGAN slips his hand under his underwear, mimicking how he thinks you’d do it. He doesn’t free his cock, only wrapping his hand around the shaft and stroking up to the tip. His thumb presses down, rubbing in circles until pre-cum leaks from the slit. He gasps when he adds more pressure, bucking his hips.

You’re so much younger and he doesn’t know if you’re a mutant or not, and in that case; against his kind, but he’s too needy to care.

Deciding to make it up to him, your mouth kisses up his length and takes in the head of his cock through the pretty fabric. “Fu—mngg, yeah, fuck, please.” He groans out, spreading his legs wider for you. He rolls his hips towards you, trying to hold back a whimper when you run the flat of your tongue against him.

He needs to feel the real thing. Reluctantly, he opens his eyes, adjusting to the dimmed light of the room. His hand is so, so fucking slowly working his twitching dick. How would’ve you done it? Would you have not paid it any attention at all?

LOGAN likes that thought. He lets out a quiet whine from the back of his throat, shutting his eyes again.