#top male reader

[carnalcrows]

QUIET - GYEONGSU

pairing: gyeongsu x top male reader

synopsis: You can't get him to be quiet.

content warnings: 18+,thanos is an asshole, the smut starts abruptly lol, dumbification, full nelson (kinda).

word count: 0.8k

The second Thanos kicked Gyeong-su out of the group during Mingle, you knew he was screwed.

He just stood there, frozen, as the remaining groups turned their backs on him. No one wanted dead weight. No one wanted to take a risk. And Gyeong-su—despite his sharp tongue and quick temper—looked small. Like he’d just been tossed into the deep end and left to drown.

You clicked your tongue.

“Tch.”

Before you could even think about it, you grabbed his wrist.

He flinched, turning to you with wide eyes. “Wha—?”

“Shut up and move.”

You yanked him forward without waiting for a response, scanning the crowd. Most groups were already full, people standing in tight little circles, making their bonds clear.

Then you spotted two guys lingering near the back, hesitating.

You strode right up to them. “Us four.”

They looked between you and Gyeong-su, uncertain, but when the alternative was death, people didn’t argue. The moment the timer ran out, you and Gyeong-su were still standing.

Gyeong-su, however? He had barely moved an inch away from you for the rest of the night.

Back at the bunks, it was immediate. The second you sat down, Gyeong-su flopped next to you. Not just near you—on you. Practically latched to your side like a damn barnacle.

“You saved me,” he said.

You groaned. “Oh my god.”

“No, but seriously. If you hadn’t—”

“You’d be dead. Yeah. I know.”

“I just—why?” His voice was quieter now, almost unsure. “You didn’t have to.”

You sighed, rubbing your temple. “Because I felt like it. Stop thinking about it so much.”

He huffed, but you knew he wasn’t letting it go.

He didn’t say anything else, but he also didn’t leave you alone for the rest of the night. When lights-out rolled around and you pushed yourself up with a sigh, Gyeong-su immediately straightened.

“Where are you going?”

“Bathroom,” you muttered.

“I’ll come with you.”

You raised a brow. “You scared of the dark or something?”

He scoffed. “What? No. Just—you know. Safety in numbers.”

You rolled your eyes but didn’t argue.

The second you stepped into the bathroom, Gyeong-su turned to you, face unusually serious.

“Seriously,” he said. “If there’s anything I can do to repay you, just say the word.”

You let out a slow sigh, rubbing the back of your neck. “Actually, there is.”

He straightened. “Yeah? What?”

Instead of answering, you grabbed his collar and yanked him into the nearest stall.

“Wh—” His breath hitched as his back hit the door. Before he could say anything else, your mouth was on his.

–

Gyeongsu’s hands scrambled for something to hold onto. He gripped your arms, then your waist, then your shirt like he was trying to ground himself. The kiss turned messy fast—wet, desperate, all teeth and tongue. You could feel how warm he was, how shaky his hands were as they moved up to your shoulders.

You pressed closer, pushing your cock further into him, finding places he didn’t even know existed.

He gasped.

You grinned against his lips. “You’re so loud.”

“S-shut up,” he stammered, trying to catch his breath.

But then you snapped your hips against his.

He choked on a moan, fingers digging into your shirt.

“Oh my god,” you groaned, pressing your forehead to his. “Will you shut up?”

“I—I’m trying,” he whined. His head tipped back against the stall door, breathing heavy. “But you’re not making it easy.”

“Not my problem.” You licked into his mouth again, swallowing the next sound that slipped out of him.

He trembled, legs barely holding him up at this point.

His fingers found the hem of your shirt, curling into the fabric like he was holding on for dear life.

You slid a hand into his hair, tugging just hard enough to make him gasp.

“Quiet,” you warned again.

He bit his lip, nodding shakily.

You smirked. Cute.

You kissed him again, slower this time, drawing it out. His breath hitched, his body pressing completely into yours now. The warmth of him, the way you fit in him perfectly, almost like you were molding him out—it was intoxicating.

You felt yourself release before you even registered it. He moaned, head hitting the wall behind him. His eyes scrunched as he came– staining your shirt, which was already wrinkled.

You leaned your forehead against his and breathed deep. His legs were still trembling.

By the time you pulled back, he was a wreck. Flushed, breathless, pupils blown wide.

You tilted your head. “That shut you up?”

His lips parted, like he wanted to say something—then his brain short-circuited. He nodded dumbly.

You chuckled. “Good.”

Then you pulled both your pants back up, before unlocking the stall and patting his cheek. “Let’s get back before people notice.”

Gyeong-su blinked, still dazed, before scrambling to follow you out.

© carnalcrows on tumblr. Please do not steal my works as I spend time, and I take genuine effort to do them.

[finsplurtz]

i want to touch puppet scara so bad pls waiter

puppet scara & sex

“I’m not capable of feeling those…. disgusting desires you people get.” Scara, once again, shut down your ideas of wanting to make him feel good.

he was a puppet. and fully convinced he wouldn’t feel any type of pleasure from any kind of sexual act. 

Having fingers shoved up his ass was not how he expected things to turn out. There was a small argument in which you probably won after saying “you’re scared I’ll make you feel heavenly.”

He hates being wrong.

Just to prove to you that he wasn’t easy, here he was on your guys shared bed, legs propped open as he watching you finger him. Sure it stung a little but, it was definitely not the feeling you were striving for.

He’d let out dramatic sighs of boredom as you stretched him out, poking his walls here and there. There were small occasions where he’d flinch when you hit a certain spot, you’d try to keep stimulating it but he’d kick you and say it hurt. 

He had a look of pure disgust looking at your aching cock, dying to be inside him. This was all just to prove a point. “I’ll turn around, that way I don’t have to see your ugly face.” You just shrugged in response as he got in his doggy position. 

Slowly pushing your tip into his tight entrance, he gripped the sheets at the pain of being stretched even more. How could this ever feel good to anyone?? All he’s felt is crazy stinging from being opened like this. You gave him some time to adjust, you were a little more than half way in, maybe you’ll hold off going in all the way for today…

You begin to thrust in and out of the smaller, your bigger hands easily dragging his hips on your cock. The feeling of feeling so full really itched the puppet’s brain. His mouth fell open when your cock hit that certain spot, once again. He rested his head on the pillow in front of him, arching his back some more.

You thrusted quicker and rougher, paying close attention to the guy underneath you who was biting his lip to stifle any noises. His face getting a bit pink the more you stared at him. You brought your hand down to grip his jaw. “Careful, you’ll pierce yourself if you keep biting yourself like that. Don’t be ashamed~” You tease grinning, his eyebrows furrowed, you were really pissing him off. 

“Fucking.. get on with iT—“ He had pushed himself back on you, fulling taking your cock which was nicely presses against his prostate. A pathetic moan left his mouth, his eyes widening. 

“Oh shit- you good?” You check up, too scared to move in or out, staying right there but the tightness was making your cock twitch inside him, driving him all the more insane. 

His arms gave out on him quickly, he didn’t say anything. “…..can I … move…” You ask hesitantly. He only made a humming noise in response, staring at the wall in a daze. You slowly pull out and go back in, this time all the way in. Scara couldn’t help but roll his eyes back, a knot forming in his stomach, you went back to your quick pace noticing no noises being heard underneath you. Was he biting himself again? 

You pulled out and scoffed, flipping him on his back, you paused at the sight of blood dripping out of his mouth, a small amount of tears leaving him. He gave you an annoyed look. You huffed out a laugh before roughly kissing, licking up the blood he drew from himself. You re entered him, grabbing his smaller cock and stroking as you fucked into him. 

He moaned into the kiss like a whore, his sharp teeth biting on your tongue occasionally. Your huge cock kept grinding against it, the pleasure flowing through his whole body, it had his back arching off the bed, hands gripping your hair. You pulled back to see his face, it looked like porn and it turned you on so bad..

“Look at you…. gonna make you go cock drunk.” He whines in annoyance at your dirty talk, you have his eyes rolling back, he’s drooling and moaning without a care in the world. After long enough, he starts to beg for more, beg for your cock to keep drilling inside him. He’s cum so much, the sheets are nasty but he just can’t get enough. Put your big cock to use and stuff his tummy just how this puppet likes it.

[godjustkys]

Hello!! I love your works. I was just wondering if I could request Dean Winchester x Top M!reader?

Maybe something along the lines of Dean had been grumpy & filled with attitude the whole day. I’m talking like snarky, sarcastic comments/reply’s to people if they were to ask him a simple question. So, reader goes to check up on him once it’s just them and turns out Dean’s been acting like that for a stupid jealously reason. And one thing leads to another and they fuck?

Could you maybe throw some overstimulation in too? Thank you!

THEME: fucking dean to reassure that you only want him! <3

CHARACTER: top!male reader x dean winchester

NOTE: ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP. but, just imagine dean throwing a hissy fit because you were studying lore with sam..

p.s. i cannot write for shit rn, forgive me please what the fuck.

WARNING: overstimulation (dean cums a lot),, PRAISE,, cocky reader,, dirty talk,, multiple handjobs,, light dacryphilia,, light pet name use,, cum used as lube,, pathetic dean,, brief fingering,, unprotected sex,, creampie,,

“dean, did you get the book?” sam asked his older brother, not looking up from the papers he had scattered around the table. “yea, totally did. Not.” dean responded in a mocking tone, emphasizing the 'not', sitting comfortably on the couch, arms folded over his chest and a gruff expression on his face. sam blinked his confusion away as he looked up at dean, eyebrows furrowed. “dude? why not?” the younger inquired, clearly baffled. “get it yourself, you lazy dunce.” dean quipped, rolling his eyes and tilting his head to the side.

you looked up from the papers as well, raising an eyebrow at dean's tone. you see, dean woke up, ready to get some care from you, some cuddles, kisses, whatever, but when he opened his eyes, you weren't there. you were already up, studying with sam. missing his morning kisses made him grumpy, and to see that he missed out on it because you chose to help sam - it made him jealous.

for the entirety of the day dean was snarky, giving you and sam judgemental glances and scowls. he purposefully did things to annoy you; left trash somewhere in the bunker, left his plate on the table, didn't fold the laundry, whatever he could possibly think of to piss you off. you cleaned up after him when you took a break, like you would after a small child. the entire day, dean didn't get any attention from you and it frustrated him even more. night eventually rolled around.

dean was in your shared room, a frown on his face as he changed his clothes, his back facing the bed. through the years of hunting, you had learnt to walk silently, without a single sound. so basically, you sneaked up behind dean and heard him grumbling something along the lines of 'stupid motherfuckers' and a rough whisper of your name. you couldn't make it out fully, but that didn't matter right now. wrapping your arms around dean's waist, you pressed your nose to his hair. dean jumped slightly as he had just left you alone with sam. “what-” he mumbled, his hands landing on your forearms and gripping them. “off.” he said roughly, trying to get out of your grip. “what's the matter with you today?” you asked softly, moving your head to the side, your lips ghosting against the shell of dean's ear. he let out a bitter scoff, his grip on your arms tightening. “fuck off, go back to study lore with that stupid idiot, you nerd.” dean managed harshly, his face a scowl. ah, that was it.

you sighed against his skin, pressing hot, open mouthed kisses down the side of his neck. “grumpy, aren't we?” you mumbled, a hand moving down to dean's lower abdomen. dean's muscles contracted a bit at the contact. “i ain't grumpy—” he started but did not finish his sentence once your hand slipped past the fabric of his boxers. dean looked down, his mouth agape as he breathed through it. your fingers wrapped around his cock, lazily stroking him and getting him hard. dean just watched, not saying a singular word as soft pants left his lips.

“nice, ain't it?” you mumbled, your other hand resting on the side of his waist. “see, this type of treatment is reserved only for you, baby,” you cooed softly, your tone bordering on mocking which dean did not approve of. he grumbled out, shifting on the balls of his feet slightly, leaning back into you for some support. “do you ever just- shut up..” dean breathed out, the bitterness in his voice very distinguishable. “i do, but I'll make sure you won't.” you responded flatly in a quiet voice, thumb sliding over his tip to spread the already leaking precum. the threat, or you could say a promise, sent a shot of heat straight to his cock, making it twitch lightly. “enjoy this, dean. your first orgasm for tonight, certainly not the fucking last.”

dean groaned softly, his hips canting forwards, pushing into your hand. his eyes were still watching your hand jerk him off beneath the fabric. mind you, his hands were still on your forearms. his grip tightened momentarily, gathering himself. “mhh, shit..” his voice was a soft moan, slightly higher pitched. adorable, really. the longer you continued to stroke him at this pace, the closer he was getting. fast forward a couple moments later and he cummed, his stomach tensing as he let out a drawn out groan, his hands sliding down from your forearms to your wrists, his grip almost desperate. dean's cum was mostly on your hand, so you just slowed your pace to stimulate him properly again, his cock getting slick with his own precum and cum, too. “y— wh- again?” dean managed, his skin getting coated with a very thin layer of sweat. “told you, didn't I? so, c'mon lovely, be a good boy and stand still.” you answered him flatly, your own hard-on pressing against dean's ass.

his legs tensed as he did his best to stay still, no matter how much he wanted to walk away from this just to spite you. he couldn't. he just.. loved the way you approached him; so abrupt and nonchalant. it dizzied his mind. his cock twitched more, whining out your name in a low voice, indicating he was overstimulated. that was what you wanted though, so you didn't pay any mind to it. despite the overwhelming feeling, dean rutted into your hand unsteadily with absolutely no rhythm, soundless gasps leaving his throat as his eyes fluttered shut. he came a second time after a little while, this time with a louder groan. his shoulders hunched forward and his chest heaved. your hand was dirtied with his cum - yet again. you pulled dean aside and pushed him onto the bed. he fell down with a grunt, his body tingling with need even though your hands just left his body.

it was a matter of time until you were atop of dean, his legs spread wide for you. you took off his boxers with his assistance, discarding them to the floor. your dirty hand went under and the tip of your finger prodded at his entrance. dean raised his hips a bit, almost instinctively, moving his own hand to press to your chest. he was propping himself up by his elbows. pushing your finger all the way in, dean's eyes shut once again, eyebrows furrowing. “so pretty, gonna fuck you stupid,” you breathed out, your eyes locked onto his face and facial expressions. you pushed the digit in and out for a short while, before adding another one. dean's hole clenched slightly at the feeling, his face twitching once or twice. “you're fucking slow.” dean rapsed out, his head pressing back into the mattress as he laid down fully. as you processed his words, you pushed a third digit in, stretching him out properly. it was rather normal, until you curled your fingers. dean's back arched slightly off of the bed, his other hand moving to grasp your bicep. “ah.. god, fuck you.” he said as he turned his head to the side. dean's legs bent at the knee, his feet on the bed itself. his thighs trembled and threatened to close; but couldn't. you were in-between them. “oh, what a pretty little slut.. you make such gorgeous sounds, sweetheart, keep 'em comin’..”

you resumed pushing your fingers in and out of dean, curling them at prodding ever so slightly at his prostate. at first he held in his sounds, just out of pure spite, but it was getting harder to do so. his breathing was more laboured than before and he had a difficult time keeping his eyes open. not that it mattered. luckily, your hand was still rather slick with dean's cum, so once you pulled out your cock, you lubed it up with it. it wasn't much but it would have to do. your hand held the inner side of dean's thigh, the other - adjusting your tip to his hole. you pushed in just barely, before pulling back and doing it again. just prodding at his entrance. dean whined as he realized what you were doing, squirming slightly. he opened his mouth to speak but a loud, whore-ish moan was punched out of him as you bottomed out with zero warning. “g—ghh..od fucking damn it!” dean whisper-yelled, clenching his jaw, his lower body taut. “ugh, yeah, yeah baby, lemme hear you,” you groaned out, your voice strained as you started thrusting at a steady pace. the man under you let out a shaky breath, his hole clenching around you almost desperately. “so so good,” you enunciated your point with a harsh thrust, not only making dean's cock throb, but also making his legs tremble. in a very pathetic attempt to keep you close, dean wrapped his legs around your waist.

dean moaned your name, his hand on your chest fisting the fabric of your shirt. your pace quickened, thrusts only getting deeper and harder. you adored the sight in front of you; seriously, who wouldn't love themselves a pathetic, needy dean? speaking of which, the soft, barely audible groans that left dean every time you thrusted in were agonizingly adorable. eventually, when you shifted and switched the angle, you started abusing dean's prostate. he was a fucking mess. “oh— ah- ah-huh, there, there, fuck, fuck fuck fuck, yes, keep- keep going,” dean rambled, despite pulling his hips back as you hit his prostate each time. his face was scrunched up, but you could tell it was in pleasure. you regulated your breathing as you kept up the harsh pace, moving your hand to dean's cock once again, starting to jerk him off unsteadily. it was then that dean started babbling absolute nonsense, half of it not even coherent. he was thrashing around slightly, squirming and writhing, his body overwhelmed.

a very good pounding later, dean was spent. he came at least four times, two times just from your hand, two other times from your cock. it was an intense session, you were relentless. pressing a soft kiss to dean's forehead, you slowly pulled out, cum dripping from dean's entrance. “you're amazing.” you muttered softly, moving to press a chaste kiss to his lips. dean blinked his tears from overstimulation away, groaning in annoyance. “you're a bitch.” he muttered, his shaky hand moving up to wipe the drool off of the corners of his mouth. “a stupid one.” he finished begrudgingly, his legs falling limp.

[pastelclovds]

I’m not gonna lie. Something in my brain went feral over that Kryptonian!ReaderxNolanxDebbie snippet. Any chance we could get something similar but with the Reader being with Mark and Eve?

maybe Reader and Mark lovingly worshiping/domming her after her Dogshit parents didn’t take the reveal that she was in a Poly relationship well?

OMG THIS IS ACTUALLY A GOOD IDEA

eve deserves to have two alien boyfriends worshipping her like the strong queen she is for having to deal with her trashy parents for most of her life.

imagining kryptonian!reader playing with eve’s clit as well as caressing her nude body, making sure not an inch goes unappreciated. you swallow eve’s gasping moan as mark drills into her sweet spot over and over again, making her see stars. mark grips onto eve’s hips tighter as his climax approaches, panting into her ear about how good she feels and how you and him love her so much. your own cock throbs as you watch both of your lovers unravel as their orgasms rush through their bodies. mark thrusts into eve a final time as he fills her with ropes of thick cum. your hand is covered in slick, and you grin mischievously at eve’s embarrassed expression as you lick it clean in front of her.

[tra1nchi]

Ughh homewrecking is CALLING to me so bad sniffle, being a co worker to an older yet attractive man who has a noticeable ring around his finger, taken and chained down by his spouse until you worm his way into his heart, home and hole. Pounding him into his bed as his mewls echo through the spare bedroom, his spouse asleep just in the next room, hes not even trying to be quiet!! Moaning your name like a drunken slut, he didn't have as much energy as you do, His protests of "you young people have too much libido!!!!!" Or some shit falls on deaf ears, fucking his raw hole until the wood in his bed frame starts to snap 🥺

[zolass]

Detectives Attraction Ch. 08 Top Male Reader x Male Yandere Harem

It took a while to finally continue writing as my mood literally hit the ground, with all the stress and drama so it took some time to write again and finish the chapter. It's also not long but yeah at least something.

cw: none 1.4k words

The wooden door was pushed open harshly, making it slam against the shelf right beside the entrance, and a man stepped into the dark decorated office space. “So now we’re allowing cops into our clubs? Letting them snoop around?” the man clenched his hands into fists in anger. “What about that pathetic excuse of a commissioner? What was his name– Hayes?” a bitter scoff left the brown haired man, as he let himself fall into the leather chair across the mahogany desk.

Across from the man sat a platinum blonde man– his shoulder length hair neatly styled, while his grey eyes stared at the papers spread across the desk, “We’ll see how far Ana will lead him and– where. It might benefit us, Rhys– so let’s simply wait and see,” the blonde’s voice was deep and smooth while his words were laced with a hint of amusement, instead of anger.

The other man was fuming in anger as he glared at the wall, while his hands were clenched into fists. “Why don’t you go over and share– a quick talk?” 

It wasn't even twenty four hours later as M/n stared at his phone screen with the messenger open. He didn't even have to ask her how she got his number– if Adrian could simply get his address, how hard would it be to get his number– possibly not that difficult. 

On the screen were the details for the meeting listed, first M/n simply thought about just not going– how desperate does he have to be to simply meet up with a criminal to get information? 

Yet as the time from the meet up edged closer, M/n couldn’t help but still be conflicted, was it really the best decision he could make? Well he’ll simply find out the hard way– if every lead he has was destroyed up until now? What else could he do until another case which might not even bring any new or old leads?

M/n simply had to see if this woman had anything useful for him.

The sun was already setting as the detective got into his car, started the engine and drove off towards the spot where he would meet the red haired woman. The window was down, letting the cool air blow into the car and through his hair while his e/c eyes were focused on the road.

M/N’s finger tapped the steering wheel in the rhythm of the music coming from the radio, while he jotted down in his mind all the possibilities on how this could turn out. Most of them were bad– as he couldn’t really see a possibility of not getting stabbed in the back, especially by a criminal, who seemed to know how she had to play her cards to land in her favor— and her favor only.

Trust is something that’s either strong or a mere fragile thing that’s only a one way street. And M/n was someone who hardly puts his trust on another person that easily, it was a harsh environment where you can’t put your trust on just anyone– might be a reason why the detective was rather working by himself than with someone else hanging by his side. 

So when he slowly hit the brakes and came to a stop in front of a simple apartment complex– he was surprised to say the least. M/n couldn’t lie and would've expected more of a cliche in the sense of a warehouse. 

When he stepped out of the car, the door to the apartment complex opened and out came not only the red haired woman but a blonde woman was close behind. “Knew you would show up,” the red head leaned against the frame of the door, while the blonde leaned lazily against her side, as if she wanted to melt into the other. M/n only shrugged as he slowly stepped closer, “Might as well risk it,” was the only verbal response he gave, as he stopped at the steps leading up towards the door. 

“I’m Ana, I forgot to mention that yesterday,” the woman noted, before she gestured with her hand towards the blonde, “My girlfriend, Fiona. She’ll be there too,” Ana informed M/n before the couple walked in– followed by the detective who had put some distance between them, while being close enough to keep them in his view. 

Reaching the second floor, M/n saw the couple stop in front of a door– while Ana simply unlocked the door and walked in, the blonde woman Fiona simply threw him an all-over glance before she rolled her eyes and  simply walked in behind her partner. The detective was the last one to enter– ignoring the nasty glare he got from the woman. He was already expecting with maybe a gun pointed in his face, but instead he was met with an open living space. 

The space was decorated in a mix of dark and light colors– like cream, beige and a darker gray. The typical he would say, but there were a lot of green and red decorations which added a pop of color. On a dark grey couch was Ana seated, while the blonde woman was sitting on her lap, not sparing another glance at the man while she seemed more interested in her nails. 

Ana simply gestured towards the plush armchair, in which M/n sat down while keeping his eyes and mind focused, “What do you have for me– which would make this meeting worth its while?” he simply asked, making the woman across from him raise her eyebrows in surprise, “Jumping straight to the point, interesting,” the red haired woman grinned, while a small scoff left the other female, which M/n simply ignored.

“Yes, so what do you have for me?” he leaned back in the armchair, “You’re looking for the ones that are responsible for your murder cases right?” a short nod from the detective, “Well I do have some informations that could be useful for you– but what’s there for me to gain?” Now it was time for Ana to lean back, her eyes focused on M/n while her hands were focused on Fiona. 

M/n couldn’t help but chuckle, “We both know all I can do is not going after anything that might have to do with you–” he let his pointer finger circled near his head, “After all you’re living in the undercity and yet you’re able to afford a rather nice interior and far more security than others in this part of Noxhaven. You have money and it didn’t just drop from the sky into your lap, you’re a criminal after all so you probably have your little ways of living comfortably,” M/n pointed out. 

Ana only shrugged, “Is that really everything? If so– I might keep that request open to anything I might need your help with in the future,” the red head mused, before she let out a sigh and then a smile formed on her lips, “Do we have a deal? You owe me a favor in the future– whenever I see fit, and I give you a little help which might give you a lead on your cases again.”

Yeah, he was indeed desperate to get information.

Sitting in his car, in front of a – new to him – building, M/n had to think if it really was such a good idea after all. A sign hung at the front ‘Fight Club’ were the bold letters making M/n only raise an eyebrow as he was told the fighting clubs for the undercity were in tight wraps – didn’t look like it. M/n stepped out of his car, his hand moved to his pocket that held his cigarettes, contemplating if he should have a small smoke break before stepping foot into the building.

But he decided against it, wandering through the doors into the rather silent warehouse. It was a large open space with a fighting ring in the middle, the stands were empty but the lights were on and shining brightly down onto the middle. E/c eyes took in the new environment, a slight unsettling feeling formed in his gut – he was definitely not alone. Which proved to be right, as a deep voice reverberated in the large open space, “Well, well, well– seems like one club wasn’t enough for you to snoop around, detective.” 

A man with short dark brown hair slowly stepped closer to the light, from the far left corner. He was wearing a simple black t-shirt that framed his muscular body, dark pants and shoes, while a silver necklace and earrings glinted in the low light, giving the clothes a small additional touch. When the man halted in front of the ring, all M/n could see was the smirk that slowly formed on the others lips.

“Looks like it's finally time to put an end to this.”

[moonjellysfeast]

Mhhm manipulated cult followers 🤤🤤

10/10 brother, I love them both and will be getting them pregnant like now.

🦑

Thaaank youuuu. They will be so happy to be preggers (we're intentionally not acknowledging that I have a bit of a thing for impregnation, shhhh). Like the only way to keep Hanna from being a megabitch to Arthur is to keep her pregnant and well bred. And Arthur is too cute all round and full, even if he doesn't actually get pregnant, you gotta try. Plus if you fill him enough that his stomach bulges, not only will he be full and adorable but he'll make the cutest noises of overstimulation and be fucked-out for like a week. Really, they deserve to bear your kids forever. They've been so good.

[that-one-malereader-enthusiast]

Kinda, almost done. I'm still nervous about posting because I literally never think my stuff is good enough.

Anyways, here's a snack! 💚

[axxa-the-allikatt]

To that anon who had requested a Jiyan in heat X Y/n, I COULDN’T FIND YOUR ASK 😭😭. I hope this is what you asked for, cuz I can’t remember the exact deets for the the life of me TwT. I’m sorry if it’s not, send me another request if there’s any other character you want 🥲🥲.

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Jiyan X Male reader

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It was New Year’s season, the first after the whole major world-ending crisis had been resolved. It was also the first New Year that that Jiyan had been allowed to spend at home, instead of at the front-lines. However, as the incharge of a Lolo logistics branch, your work had almost been doubled. What with more and more people celebrating New Year’s at home, the deliveries demanded your attention almost 24/7.

The worst thing was that it had been almost a week since you’d last seen your lover, having to stay in the office because your home was almost 30 minutes away from its nearest beacon and walking through a forest at the dead of the night, especially when you could barely keep your eyes open wasn’t the best idea. You weren’t that confident in your martial skills.

Jiyan had tried to persuade you to let him pick you up from the beacon, but after the injuries he’d received from the war, you had vetoed the idea of him leaving the house for too long. But what you didn’t realise was that, for a person who’d spent almost all his life at the frontier of action, sitting idly was almost as bad as locking up a wild animal in a cage.

Because of all these sudden changes, and because, after using heat suppressants for almost his whole life, he had abruptly stopped taking them, his heat had hit him like a freight train. Not that he hadn’t expected it. He had consulted a doctor, who had assured him that it was alright to stop the medications as long as he had his partner or mate by his side.

That was the part which he hadn’t expected. He didn’t know when exactly his heat would arrive, but for it to hit him when you were so busy made him terrified. When the pre-heat signs had started showing up, he had intended to call for you, but an irrational, or perhaps too rational, part of him did not want you to ignore your work, especially when so many others worked under you.

So now, after a few days of nausea, he could feel the heat creeping up on him, as he lay naked in bed, face buried in a pile of your clothes, which you’d left unwashed for him. He could feel his mind numbing, body crying for your touch, as his fingers twisted his nipples, how you liked to play with them. Not enough.

Whining into the clothes, he traced his fingers over his torso, mind vividly imagining how you’d touched him the first time, your nails leaving faint red trails as you’d left dark marks on his neck. It had been his first, and he had released all over himself within a minute, as your hand wrapped around his cock, thumb rubbing against his tip as you jerked him off.

But you hadn’t stopped there. Bending him over his table where maps and battle plans lay scattered, as you had dropped to your knees behind him, spreading his cheeks as you pressed your tongue inside his hole. It was the first time in a long time that he had cried, tears dripping down his chin when you meanly pulled away when he told you that he was so close to cumming.

You had cooed at him, promising him that you would make up for it. And true to your words, you had made him come twice just on your fingers, before you had fucked his mind to mush, pulling out only after he was on the verge of passing out.

He let out a scream as he released all over his chest. He realised with a pause that he had been fingering himself, trying to crook his fingers the way you did, pressing against that sweet spot.

Tears welled up in his eyes as he desperately called out for you, knowing full well that you weren’t here. The numbness in his mind was spreading to his body, all the blood flowing between his legs as he pushed his fingers back into his hole, tears spilling as he let out a frustrated moan. He shoved your shirt into his mouth, choking on it as he wrapped his other hand around his cock, jerking it as he cried out your name against the cloth, over and over again.

He doesn’t remember much after that, only that he had released once or twice more before he had passed out from feeling too feverish. It was late at night when he woke up again. His body was still numb, but the scent and the feeling of his cum sticking to him compelled him to stumble over to the bathroom.

The cold water did little to relieve his discomfort, his knees giving way, as he leaned back to press his fingers into his swollen hole again, biting onto his fist as thoughts of you swirled in his mind. He wanted you here- he needed you here so fucking bad. He was delusional to think he could go through his first heat in so long without you to fuck him back to his senses.

As his fingers curled against his sweet spot, he came with a sob, his release washing away under the cold shower. Legs trembling, he dried himself off, rushing over to the bed as he blinked in and out of consciousness, earning a bit of relief as he breathed in your scent. Throwing away the spoilt sheet, he threw more of your clothes on the bed, choosing to sleep on your clothes, for whatever little comfort it provided.

His fever was coming back, his thoughts hazy, as he played with his nipples, whining against the bed, as he wrapped his hands around his cock. How many times would he have to do this? It didn’t help at all. He sniffled as he jerked himself off. You should have been here.

If you were here, you wouldn’t have let him lift a finger. He could feel the heat pooling in his stomach as he imagined you kissing and nipping at his skin, whispering sweet praises as you thrust into him, hitting that heavenly spot over and over again. Your scent would fill the entire room, that sweet woody smell, mixed with the smell of the air fresher that you kept in your office-

Your scent. Your scent was wafting through the room. You were here. He let out a choked sob as he screamed out your name, mind reeling with the fresh scent, as he released into his hand. He could swear he ascended as he saw you rush in from the hallway, almost passing out when you reached the bed and crashed your lips on his, arms wrapping around him as you pulled him onto your lap.

You had felt feverish at work, so your coworkers had insisted that you go home, one of them, a close friend of yours, even coming all the way over to drop you off. You didn’t know why you had suddenly caught a cold, but when you had entered your house to the strong scent of your boyfriend, it had hit you. When you had heard him crying out for you, your mind had blanked out, feet rushing you to your bedroom. The only thought in your head was that you had to take care of your sweet boy.

You had entered the bedroom to the sight of your beloved reaching out to you with both arms, and you had crashed into him, pressing your lips against his as you pulled him onto your lap, holding him close to you.

You whispered gentle praises in between fervent kisses, as he sobbed out your name repeatedly, hands gripping your shirt, as if you might disappear any second. You ran your hands over his smooth skin, twisting his nipples, cooing as he trembled against you. Minutes later, once he had caught his bearings, he pulled your shirt off, wrapping his arms around you, sighing as his skin rubbed against yours.

You picked him up, leaning forward to lay him down, lips still locked as you sucked on his tongue. It tasted like honey, something Jiyan usually had three times a day. It wasn’t long before he began rutting against you, whimpering as he begged for your cock in between kisses. When it came to sex, the two of you were usually on the softer side, taking your sweet time to make love, enjoying what time you shared together. But his heat was all but patient.

You hurriedly tugged your pants off, one hand gripping his hip as your fingers sunk into his stretched hole. It didn’t take you long to prep him, your patience wearing thin as you curled your fingers, as he released spurts of come onto himself. It didn’t look like it would stop anytime soon.

Grabbing him by his knees, you pushed his legs against his chest, biting his ankle playfully as you pressed the tip of your cock to his hole, which swallowed it greedily. Without a shred of restraint left, in one thrust, you bottomed out into him, hands gripping his thighs as you adjusted to the tightness. Your lover was crying out to you, hands gripping the sheets as he begged you to move, he had been so patient, wouldn’t you just wreck him already?

***

Mwehehe. The end. I’m sorry, I used up my cranial capacity for the month TwT.

[scap34]

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

[flyervel]

Being the popular boy in your school, many girls even boys admire you. Impressed by your strength and capability in sports. Nearly everyday, you went to your locker with love cards pilling up. You'd often flex this to your friends.

But it still never impressed the boy from your physics class.

You'd often see him roll his eyes the moment he saw you, your abs? He isn't even looking at them, his eyes were just glued to his book. People in your school often try to pick a fight with him which leads to you beating those kids. You often find yourself gazing at his face, every detail of his expression. Your friends even teased you for liking a nerd like him. But who cared?

Who cares when you're in his house, he was supposed to study you for a pop quiz. But you two ended up on his desk, his hands gripping over his wooden table with books stacking to piles, his tight rim sucking to the tip of your cock while he moaned like a whore, trying to focus.

"Fuck M/N—" He turned his head, his eyes watery from you pounding his rim. "Stay focus—fuck—we have a quiz tomorrow—"

You shut him down with a firm slap on his cheeks, your hand printing over his ass. "We can study later," You said, your hands then clawed over his buttocks before slamming your whole cock to his inner walls hitting his prostate. You looked at his expression—cheeks flushed, eyes watery, and his mouth shaping like an "o".

You wished you could record everything, especially after you told him to get to his knees, his mouth taking your cock, while your cum drip from his asshole. You saw him sucking you with hearted eyes, gagging by your length.

"Good boy..." You muttered while patting his head. After he sucked you dry, you thought you'd continue your study. He turned around, showing his empty ass to you. "Mgh, I can't feel empty..." He whined, making your cock go hard again.

How's the quiz gonna do? Who knows.

—

Thank you very much to the Anon who requested this. I hope you and others enjoyed this.

[pastelclovds]

invincible is dragging me back by the ankles

thinking about a human!reader who has lived a pretty decent, normal existence. at least, as normal as it could be with all the hero's trying to exterminate world ending threats daily, and leaving major cities in ruins afterwards. the death of the guardians made the threats worsen over time.

one day, as you were taking your usual midnight stroll, you were stopped by the one and only, omni-man. his only excuse? he said and i quote.

“human, it has come to my attention that you’re releasing strange, aphrodisiacal pheromones; and it has become a problem for me.”

you blink once, twice, thrice, and you’re eyes widened as you finished processing his sentence. you were releasing sexy pheromones?? where was it during your days in college? your vision on omni-man’s flushed face trails down to his pelvic region, where his ragging boner was making itself known beneath his suit.

cue to nolan dragging you to an empty alleyway, stripping you both butt naked, and riding you until you left his hole gaping and filled to the brim with your cum. he let out an uncharacteristic, longing moan as he painted your chest in white.

turns out he’s been wanting you for a while ever since he first caught whiff of your scent that one afternoon a week ago as he was defeating a kaiju.

as for the “aphrodisiacal pheromones” you seem to unknowingly release daily: it only seems to affect nobody else but nolan. you don’t have a problem with it though, as long as you continue to fuck the number one super “hero,” you don’t need anything else.

that’s until mark appears before you with an embarrassed grin and a hard on of his own. then his other variants appeared like beasts in heat, and now conquest. yeah, you’re a viltramite magnet.

[tra1nchi]

Playing wuwa, grinding for gooner wife cantarella and all I could think about in the main quest was Jiyan riding my dick 😮‍💨😮‍💨 him gripping my shoulders and his head thrown back gasping for air??? Going until the generals hair is soaked with sweat (and cum) and he's babbling about needing to be impregnated by me 🙄🙄🙄 GRAH MPREG!!! He's so fine I need his fat man pecs in my mouth or else I'll die soon

[2kiran]

I wanna fuck ghostface so hard that he blacks out or passed out from the sheer feeling of pleasure and pain. 😭😭😭

Hell yeah. Same thoughts. 18+ TOP READER

Ghostface’s knees buckled, his legs consistently trembling while his hands scrambled around the mattress for purchase. The cheek of his mask was firmly planted against the sheets, finding himself unable to look back at you without interrupting himself.

“Oh God! Oh God—hnngh, right there!”

He punched out a moan, relishing in the way your thick cock ruthlessly carves an imprint on his slick-graced walls. His feet were on the ground, his upper half on the bed, and his ass raised to you. Your hands gripped his hips, forcibly prompting him to fuck himself back on your dick in time with your thrusts.

“Yeah? Right here?” You ask, pulling out enough to allow him to feel the threat of you leaving his entrance before you roughly bottom out and hit his sweet spot, earning yourself a high whine. One of your hands reach up, grasping his nape and pushing him down. Making him take it.

Ghostface can barely breathe, weak gasps barely managing to leave his agape mouth. You were fucking him like you hated him, his obscured face uncomfortably digging harder into the soft bedspread.

It hurt. Hurt so good.

Your hips were meeting with his backside with audible smacks, accompanied by a force that’ll surely cause him to become terribly sore. He clenches around your cock with a whimper, heat rushing to his gut, a climax rapidly approaching him.

It was dizzying. It was electrifying, and he was so horny. The killer groans out, long and broken, his mind momentarily numbing. He’s so close, his wet dick beginning to throb, and he can feel himself right—

Ghostface suddenly becomes limp, his hips subconsciously bucking forward as his pretty slit spits out his messy release.

Oh.

He’s knocked out.

[moonjellysfeast]

Hanna and Arthur- Romans 8:36

cw; cult, power imbalance, worship, smut, minor dubcon, implied/mentioned pregnancy(both and not during smut), dacryphilia, vaguely mentioned human sacrifice.

A god is deserving of worship, a truly pure and good flock which he may shepherd and tend to. You had put great efforts into gathering your flock, all true believers weighed down into your web by many different factors. All walks of life followed your saccharine words. The best examples of this variety being Hanna and Arthur . Hanna had come to you quite early in your cult's formation, having previously been unreasonably devout to the god her parents had worshipped, she followed you for the freedom and power you could give as well as her belief that her previous god was a vile mockery of your truth. Arthur , however, sought guidance in you regardless of what you may be able to provide him. He came to you just recently, lost and burdened by immense self-loathing. To him, you were an answer and a relief, soothing the ache in his heart with each order you gave.

Despite his newness, Arthur  was very quickly gaining your favor. He was a perfect ewe for you, unquestioning and eager to please, he didn't even consider the concept of disobeying your orders. Your growing adoration for him was unfortunately something Hanna despised. She was of the belief that none of your followers deserved to know you existed, much less be as close to you as she was, as close as he was getting. You knew you would have to convince them to become friendly and ensure that Hanna wouldn't simply kill off Arthur . It surely would be no problem to the cult, they had already accepted the idea of sacrificing humans to you when need be, so you taking consorts would be unobjectionable.

And so, you summoned the pair to your abattoir at the end of the day, when all chores were finished and the flock was off to bed. Hanna had been beside you for several hours prior, cozied up to you and vying for your attention even as she was given all of it. When Arthur  came into the room, she scoffed and slumped into your bed, acting as if she hadn't just been posed and batting her eyes at you. Arthur  bit his lip and kneeled before you, head bowed and hands clasped in reverence. 

“My lord, you had called for me? Wh-What may I do to aid you?” he looked up, not moving his head as if to attempt to hide the shine of adoration in his milk and honey eyes.

“Stand, I have come to an important decision for you both, my sweet disciples” at your words, both stood and instinctively leaned into each other, fear and anticipation oozing off the pair, “I have found a need unfulfilled, left wanting. You both must work together to satiate me”

Arthur shouted out “Anything!” nerves only building from lack of understanding what you were implying. Hanna, however, broke into a grin, dropping to her knees and thanking you as she clung to your leg. You chuckled at them and lifted Hanna to push the pair onto the bed, watching realization dawn on Arthur as a matching ruby hue bloomed across both devotee's faces. Hanna quickly began peeling off her clothes, giddy at the prospect of giving you claim over her body. Arthur took a moment before following her footsteps, awkwardly shedding the robes your followers tended to wear.

“Please, Lord, I-I've been wishing for this, I'm-I'm so grateful!” Hanna tried to pose herself seductively, her excitement and nervous attitude evident. “I… Hope I can please you properly, my lord~”

“Ah, ah, ah. Don't get too ahead of yourself, angel~ As I said, you both must work together, that means you mustn't be greedy” You scolded, though you did slide your hand between her thighs to let her begin to ride you fingers all on her own. “Arthur come here, put your mouth to good use~”

You guided him to take your cock down his throat, pleasantly surprised by how little gag reflex he had. As you gently instructed him in how to properly suck your dick, you pulled your fingers from Hanna to harshly flick her clit, telling her to focus on the lesson more than her pleasure. She yelped and shuddered, grinding down harder on your fingers and trying as hard as she could to obey, even letting her mouth hang open as she tried to practice the movements to help herself focus, glazed eyes studying Arthur's weeping face as he diligently choked you down. Soon you pulled him off, relishing in his gasping whimpers, mouth still open as if waiting to be used.

You flipped him to his back, fully removing you hand from Hanna's pussy. “Use his mouth, Angel”

“N-No! Lord, I want you~” she whined, desperation evident. Though when you offered her a reward for being obedient, she straddled Arthur's head, face twisting in disgust and pleasure as he wordlessly obeyed you.

His legs were spread wide, welcoming you stretch out his hole. Once you pushed into him, Hanna was whimpering along with him, miserably grinding on his face and begging unintelligibly for you to fuck her already. Arthur's skin was cool to the touch, however his insides were warm and soft, pulling you deeper into him with each thrust. His velvety walls greedily clamping down on you. You quickly gained speed, humping Arthur as if to show him he was designed to be a toy for you, a sentiment his body clearly agreed with as he only squeezed you closer to him, ass milking you cock dutifully. You looked to Hanna, who moaned and spasmed, cumming on Arthur's face the moment you made eye contact. Once she caught her breath, she scrambled off of him only to begin rubbing her folds as she pouted at you. Once she was off, Arthur was no longer muffled, suddenly free to scream and cry out, shifting all of his attention to what really mattered, taking your cock. He let his upper half limply writhe on the sheets, babbling thanks and praise. He snorted and whined pathetically as more tears streamed down his cheeks and his own cock shot cum up his chest. Not stopping for him to recover led to more pitiful sounds and the near constant spasms of his hole, until he could hardly mimic any words.

He was nearly sobbing by the time you came, filling his tight ass. He was in a puddle of fluids, on the verge of passing out from exhaustion. You, however, were not done. You turned your attention to Hanna, who splayed her legs, pleading for her reward. When you thrust into her, she spasmed and rolled her eyes in the back of her head, clearly losing consciousness for a moment. Yet her pussy did not stop fluttering, damp heat seeming to be actively trying to make you cum. She clung to you, clawing her nails into your back in an attempt to press your bodies closer. Her moans were animalistic, half formed words cut off by gasps and squeals you would've never expected from her regal persona. Hanna pressed sloppy kisses on your neck, biting down on your nape as she spasmed again, only drawing more lustful noises from where you connected. At that, you pulled her off, shoving her back down to the bed and holding her down by her neck as she whined and tried to claw her way closer to you. You soon gave in, folding her in half as you flooded her insides before pulling off of her.

Letting her rest, you focused you attention back to Arthur, who had regained his composure and was now shyly watching you. You pounced on the poor boy, giving neither worshipper time to truly rest through the night. In the morning, it was already no secret that you had claimed two of your followers as brides. However, to formalize, you brought them out, loosely dressed and limping as they clung to your sides for support. You announced to your followers that the pair were now your ewes, destined to serve you and bear prophets, demigods, your children. The crowd cheered for them, some muttering to others in amazement, few whispering in shock that both would be able to bear children though they did not doubt it. Arthur buried his face in your side, flustered by the cheers and holding his stomach reverently. Hanna, on the other hand, beamed at the crowd, attempting to show off that she was full of your seed, though there was no real evidence by now. You assured your followers that with the change, more work would need to be done, there would soon be more mouths to feed. Most importantly, their devotion would need to be true or they would be unworthy of communing with your ewes and children. There would certainly be more sacrifice.

[yuujiologyy]

no thoughts just thinking of crybaby bottom men <3

crybaby men! who tense up when you first enter them, not because it hurts, you could never hurt them but from the sheer amount of euphoria they feel. is it okay for sex to feel this good?

crybaby men! who blabber thank you thank you thank you's! while you slowly get accustomed to their tight hole. he practically cums on the spot when he sees your cock distend his tummy.

crybaby men! who start bawling when you say you have to pull out. why would you need to do that? even if he wishes too, there's no way you could get him pregnant!

you grimace as you shealth yourself into his warm hole, your jaw clenches, and your hands that are holding the sheets in a vice grip begin ache as you hold back from completely fucking the words out of him.

soon after, he holds his hands over his face as he attempts to hide from you. his breath begins to hitch as he's at the cusp of breaking down.

why?

you begin to pull out slowly, your thoughts swim thinking you might've hurt him somehow yet he... stops you? his ankles wrap around your lower back, hindering you from pulling out.

"h-hey, look at me," you softly pry his hands of his face and you didn't expect to see the most debauched, fucked out face looking back at you.

you gulp as your heart rate begins to spike, just what was he doing to you?

you though you couldn't possibly get harder but just by looking at his face you stand corrected.

he's staring at you, misty eyed and drooling. brows furrowed and lips quivering.

"..re.." he mumbles. he pulls you down lower, tilting his head up ever so slightly as he leans in for a kiss. you're still recovering from this crazy development so you didn't catch what he said.

"w-what'd you say baby?"

"more, please..! feels t-too good, nghh.." he mewls on your lips before trapping them in a heated kiss. his tongue wriggles between your lips asking permission to explore the heated cavern of your mouth.

you open your mouth ever so slightly and that's all he needs before he's threading his fingers in your hair pushing you into him.

you had to pull back because you needed air and your nose was starting to sting from how rough he was kissing you.

he growled as you pulled away, cute.

"please.. i want you to f-fuck me.. your already in so deep..' he takes your hand and places it on his bulging stomach for emphasis. "you can't leave me like this.. i'll do anything! i'll be so good for you, please just fuck me!"

you smirked, were you really in a position to give him anything less? he was already ruined just from you putting it in.

when he begged so sexily how could you deny him?

yuuji itadori, fushiguro megumi, fushiguro naoya, denji, mark grayson, katsuki bakugo, keigo takami, gihun, and your favs.