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Jealous Man
TW: reader is pregnant in the beginning, smut, impregnation, somnophilia, breeding kink (?), language (on my part), jealousy (?), believe that's it
A/N: You may insert any character, reader is AFAB. I kinda like this one, idk why but I'm writing a lot of pregnancy stuff??? Oh well, read with caution and enjoy! :p
He's not a jealous man.
He prides himself on that fact, in the years he's been with you he's never felt the need for reassurance. He's never felt like he's had to compete with any man for your attention. It's not cockiness, he just knows and trusts that you love him the same way he loves you.
And this goes both ways, he's made sure to try his best so you don't feel as though you need to compete with other women. He's polite, kind even, but he has boundaries he enforces each and every time he converses with women.
He makes it clear that he is happily taken, messing with his wedding ring, keeping his phone upright, a picture of you lighting up the screen whenever he gets a notification.
Even going as far as to spray your perfume into the air and walk through the mist, as he's seen you do many times before. One spray is enough, as it sticks to his clothes and mixes with his cologne, a scent you've come to love.
He wears your hair-ties on his wrist, even the brightly colored ones, sometimes he even ties his own hair up with them, or attempts to. Most times he only gets parts of his hair to stay up, his bangs falling back into his face within a few minutes, and he spends the day huffing them away from his eyes.
Other times he manages to get all of his hair into a small ponytail and only a few strands fall out to frame his handsome face. The face you spend nights applying different products of skincare, gushing about what does what and how it'll help his skin.
He's not a jealous man.
He's really not, but something about other men shamelessly staring at you when you're both out for the day just bothers him to no extent. When those men so casually ignore his presence and saunter their way up to you, far too close mind you, just to try and get you for themselves.
Ignoring the big bright diamond on your finger, ignoring the roll of your eyes when they boast so ungraciously about themselves. Ignoring the way you wave them off, forced smiles and politeness, "no thank you"s and "my husband does that just fine, perhaps even better" falling from your lips.
Ignoring the bump in your belly.
The bump that he also prides himself on, the bump that didn't take much convincing of. You both had wanted a baby, a little bundle of joy to care and love. Within the second year of your relationship you both had known you were meant for each other, there was no doubt about it.
Even when other people doubted the strength of your relationship, saying it wouldn't survive past high school, you both had beaten the odds. Through everything you both stuck together, the good and the bad, the terrible fights where neither of you were willing to back down for days until someone brought peace offerings.
The best times were spent in the comfort of your shared home years later, where you both could unwind and be yourselves, not having to worry about anyone else but each other. Creating domesticity in the house of your dreams, memories that never faded and love that continued to grow.
Within the year you both were engaged, you had brought ideas to the table. What you wanted to do before and during the big wedding, who you wanted and didn't want to attend. Work, money, time, and contributions, everything was planned out before the big day.
You both knew what you wanted in life, you both strived for perfection and when either of you fell short of your high expectations the other was there to lift the spirits again. Your aspirations to grow and learn with each other were fulfilled within a year of your marraige.
In the second year you had surprised your husband with a box, a small simple one that held something so big and dear to the both of you. Within that box was a pregnancy test, a positive one at that, and he swore that was one of the best days of his life.
He had cared for you throughout the pregnancy, every mood swing, craving, restless night, shopping trip. He was the perfect man and you knew he'd be just as perfect as a father. He knew he'd do anything for his child, he'd be the best he could ever be, give your child exactly what they needed. He'd strive for perfection.
He wasn't a jealous man, he knew he was yours and you were his.
He wasn't a jealous man, but as soon as your doctor gave you the green light for sexual activities after the birth of your first baby something snaps. It's as if a switch flipped, he's mostly quiet during the car ride home, letting you do most of the talking and only nodding along or smiling at you.
Once you get home, he's tugging you to the bedroom like a child on Christmas. You both have the house to yourselves, your baby spending the day with grandparents, for the first time in a while. As he tugs you towards the room, you can't help but laugh as his childish manners, quickly you're cut off when you're pushed down onto the bed with him hovering over you.
He's not a jealous man, but the grip he has on your hips is possessive, angry almost. His rough thrusts have your eyes rolling back, your hands gripping the sheets of your bed, and loud moans bouncing off the walls.
His cock stretching your cunt so deliciously it makes you delirious, whines, moans, and incoherent babbles of his name fall from your puffy bruised lips. Your pussy has his dick in a death grip, tightening around him with each thrust, trying to suck him back and keep him inside forever.
He honestly had forgotten how fucking heavenly you felt, he's on cloud nine. The lewd expression on your face is almost enough to make him cum, the feeling of your pussy pulling him back in, and the sounds of skin against skin gets him even closer.
But what really gets him are two things, one being the chants of his name, a melody that only you sing so beautifully for him. Over and over you moan and whimper his name like a goddamn prayer, like he's a god.
The second is the possibility of pregnancy again. Just knowing that he can fuck you stupid, absolutely stupid, and in return you give him another baby. He can make a mess of you, have your legs trembling in a matter of hours, and you delight him with another bundle of joy.
And when the time comes, everyone will see you holding your first child and rubbing your growing stomach. They'll know, no man will ever think to make advances again, not when they see just how happy you are with your husband and children.
Not when they see that he has you stuffed full as soon as he's given the chance.
That thought alone spurs him on, it fuels the fire inside him, makes his dick twitch inside you as he makes you cum for the nth time that night. He pushes your legs up so your thighs are pressed against your tits, looking down he can see ring of your cum forming around the base of his cock.
Watching as his dick disappears into your pussy, he groans as he imagines just how beautiful you looked pregnant and how radiant you'll look again. He presses his body against yours, pinning you down against the mattress, and he ruts into you.
He grips the sheets on either side of your head, sweat drips down his temples, groans fill your ear as he buries his face into your neck. His pelvis grinds onto your overstimulated clit, his dick brushing against the sweet spot that has you creaming around him yet again.
Strings of curses fall from his lips as he spills his load inside you, filling you to the brim, shallowly thrusting into you to make sure nothing slips out. He lets your legs go, rubbing your thighs and pressing kissing along the side of your neck, cooing soft praises to you and holding you tightly against him.
And later into the night, when he feels as though your pussy looks quite empty, he raises your leg ever so gently. He wraps his arm around your midsection and toys with your clit, smiling to himself when he sees your breathing sped up.
Grinning like a child in a candy store when he feels your arousal coating his fingers, kissing along your shoulder as he slowly slips his painfully hard cock into your awaiting cunt, which only seems to have gotten tighter despite the previous hours.
Hissing quietly, he keeps toying with your clit as he slowly starts thrusting into you, your small moans coaxing him and helping him set a pace. He knows you're tired, so tired and sore, but he remains gentle, even when you stir from your slumber, whining and mumbling sleepily.
He only shushes you gently, promising that he'll do all the work, telling you to just lay there and he'll fuck you back to sleep. Of course the last thing you do is fall back asleep, you rock your hips in time with his thrusts, helping you both reach your highs.
Ecstasy courses through your veins, even in your sleepy state you're aware of him. Your mind is filled with nothing but him, him, him. You move your own hand down and hold your leg up for him, giving him a chance to angle his hips ever so slightly.
He brings you to your climax after a few more thrusts, pressing kisses to your still swollen lips, mumbling words of affirmation to you, promising to give you whatever you want. whenever you want it. His groans fill your ears once more as his hips stutter and lose their rhythm when he spills into you again, your walls getting coating white.
And imagine his delight when you come to him weeks later with another small box, a positive pregnancy test inside. A few doctor visits later, ultrasound pictures show two small sets of hands and feet. Two new siblings for your firstborn, two new additions to your family.
He's not a jealous man, but he fucks you like one.
Can you imagine...Yandere!Tengen?
TW:obsessive behavior, ulterior motives, yandere themes, manipulation, fear, abuse of power (goes with manipulation), predator/prey "dynamic" (reader is chased), mentions of a future family, demons, suggestive (Tengen is a cheeky little shit <3)
Best-friend!Tengen who loves to train with you. He always makes sure his training equipment is in pristine condition when he hears you’re coming over.
Best-friend!Tengen who pushes you past your limits, refusing to hold back on you because “how else will you get strong and flashy?”
Best-friend!Tengen who hardly breaks a sweat when training with you, but lives for the not so subtle glances you make at his toned body when he undoes the buttons of his uniform.
Best-friend!Tengen who uses his extraordinary strength to pin and maneuver your smaller frame, always surprising you with just how quick he can be despite his broadness.
Best-friend!Tengen who grins so widely when you squirm underneath him, flat on your tummy with your arms pinned above you.
Best-friend!Tengen who struggles to contain a deep, throaty groan when your ass wiggles against cock. Biting his cheek and grinning when you squeak from surprise at more of his weight being put upon you.
Best-friend!Tengen who loves listening to you rant about him. How he’s helped you grow so much, how his training is difficult but oh so worth it, but his favorite thing to hear is your rapid heartbeat, thundering so loudly each and every time you speak so well of him.
Best-friend!Tengen who comes to you with a new training plan, some form of a chase, tag was it?
Best-friend!Tengen who gives you a generous head-start, he wants you to give it your all! He even brought you to an unfamiliar area so neither of you have an unfair advantage and you can practice your skills at the same time.
Best-friend!Tengen who waits, he gives you a full minute before he takes off in the direction he last heard you go in.
Best-friend!Tengen who catches up with you in no time, but he stays back, choosing to watch you instead.
Breaking!Best-friend!Tengen who relishes in the rapid thump thump thump of your heart, your shallow breaths, despite having mastered Total Concentration Breathing Constant, because you’re scared.
Breaking!Best-friend!Tengen who watches you become more and more panicked the more and more you get lost, your heartbeat and breaths increasing in speed.
Yandere!Best-friend!Tengen who “finds” you when the sun starts to set, he doesn’t want you fighting demons yet.
Yandere!Best-friend!Tengen who gathered all the information he needed, and more, in just one “training session”.
Yandere!Best-friend!Tengen who carries you back to his estate, loving the way you feel in his arms, and knowing his plan is going exactly the way he wants it to.
Yandere!Best-friend!Tengen who spent months gathering demons, from every mission he was sent on, and putting them into mountain, whose base was surrounded by wisteria tree, ensuring their captivity.
Yandere!Best-friend!Tengen who built a wonderful house for you to live in with him, also surrounded by wisteria trees, he wants you and his future family safe after all.
Yandere!Best-friend!Tengen who now knows how long you’ll run for before fear overtakes you and you give up in a panic.
Yandere!Best-friend!Tengen who also knows that with the addition of demons you’ll never leave him, you won’t be able to run, the demons ensure your captivity.
After all, that’s why Yandere!Best-friend!Tengen came up with the chase, don’t you know?
Bad Girl
TW: degrading, spit play, breath play, oral sex (male receiving), impact play (light slapping), scratching/ little blood, biting (marking overall), dacraphilia (crying), deepthroating, throat bulge, praising
No names put in but it’s your fav and you, female!reader. That’s really it.
All characters aged up!!
"You're such a fucking brat, you know that?"
Tears stream down your face, lines of black mascara, now ruined, running down your cheeks. Your jaw is sore, still struggling to take his dick in your mouth, but your tongue runs along the shaft of his pretty cock, savoring the weight and taste of him in your mouth.
"Your slutty mouth can't take my dick, what makes you think your little pussy can, hm? I'm gonna have to force my way in again, aren't I? Make you take it again?"
He groans softly when you hum in response to his questions, running your tongue along the slit of his cock, the vibrations of your hums sending shivers down his spine.
“Shit, just like that. There we go, fucking whore. Sucking my dick like some cock-hungry bitch in heat.” He groans again when you hum around his dick, gathering your hair into a fist and thrusting into your mouth.
Your hands fly up to his thighs, digging your pretty nails into his thighs, leaving crescent shaped marks. Your eyes fill with tears as he uses your mouth like a fleshlight, drool and his precum dribbling from your plush lips, more tears now streaming down your cheeks.
His groans fill the room, strands of his hair stick to his sweaty forehead, his head is thrown back, but his hips never stop moving, thrusting into your mouth faster and faster.
Small bubbles of your spit pool in the corners of your mouth, your lipstick is ruined, smeared on both his pelvis where your lips meet each time he thrusts into your mouth and along his dick. His hands hold your head still, continuing to thrust in and out of your mouth, grunting and groaning when you swallow around his dick, coating it in more of your spit, and taking it deeper into your throat.
He throbs in your mouth, his thrusts becoming sloppy, the grip on your hair tightening enough to sting. “Fuck, perfect little mouth ya got. Should use it more often, eh? Shut you up when yer being a brat?” He grunts through gritted teeth when you swallow around him again, reaching down and softly gripping your neck, smirking when he feels the bulge of hims cock in your throat.
“That deep, huh? Imagine when I’m in your tight, little pussy.” He chuckles softly, throwing his head back and groaning when your nails dig into his thighs, thrusting a final time and spilling his load down your throat.
He keeps your head still, his thighs tensing beneath your hands, his abdomen flexing with each ragged breath he draws in, until he finally lets you go, pulling his dick out of your mouth. Your head spins, the lack of oxygen catching up to you as sit there, feeling a mix of your spit and his cum dribbling down your chin and neck.
And, because he’s a filthy bastard, he pushes you flat onto the bed, and drags his tongue up your collarbone, collecting that mix into his mouth. Groaning softly at the taste, he licks it all up slowly, sliding his tongue up and down your neck and across your collarbone.
When he’s done he pulls back, licking his lips and staring you down, his darkened, lust-filled eyes roam over your body, taking in the beautiful sight. “Such a pretty girl.”
“You’re my pretty girl, aren’t you?”
In a daze, you nod your head, your mind spinning at the sudden switch of degradation to praise, but the smirk he gives you makes the whiplash worth it. “Good. Gonna let me mark you up now? So everyone can see you’re my girl?”
He doesn’t wait for your response, he knows your answer already. Instead, he leans down to your neck again and begins sucking and licking different colored, different sized, marks all over your neck. Small whimpers and moans fall freely from your plush lips, feeling his teeth graze your pulse point before he bites down onto it.
Sinking his teeth into your flesh, then dragging his tongue along the imprints of his teeth. He bites more, his teeth leaving their mark on your pretty neck, his tongue dragging across those imprints, soothing the stinging sensation.
When’s he’s satisfied with the marks he’s left, he pulls back, examining you once more before smirking, “My pretty girl, looks even prettier with my marks.” He chuckles when you flush under his gaze, your cheeks burning in embarrassment.
He slowly drags his gaze lower, pumping his cock slowly when his eyes reach your drooling pussy. “God, she’s so pretty. Got such a pretty little pussy on ya, baby.” He slaps his leaking tip on your equally leaking pussy, chuckling at the wet slap slap slap sounds that emit.
He moves closer, hiking your legs over his waist, and resting his cock on your pelvis, tracing a line just above where his tip rests against your tummy. “Look baby, that’s where ‘m gonna be, ‘kay? Remember that.”
He leans back once more, swiping his tip through your folds, collecting your sticky essence, before he slowly starts pushing his way into you, groaning softly when you already start squeezing around him.
“Shit, come on sweetheart. Gotta loosen up for me yeah? I know you can do it, come on. Be a good girl and relax for me.”
He grins devilishly when your body begins to relax under him, finally being able to push his way into you fully, “Yeah, that’s it. Good girl.” He drawls out, accentuating his words with small, slow rolls of his hips.
He can see your pretty mind struggling to hold on, watching as you squirm and writhe under him, your cheeks flushed a pretty red, makeup all ruined, lips bruised and puffy, hickeys and bites all along your neck.
He thinks you look your prettiest like this, slowly succumbing to him, letting him take care of you like this, even if you were a brat sometimes.
Slowly he pulls his hips back, meticulously dragging his dick through your tight pussy, shivering when you clench around him, wanting to suck him back in.
He raises your hips, sliding a pillow underneath you, then slowly rolls his hips back into yours, groaning softly when your hands fly out and grip at his shoulders. He smirks handsomely down at you, the only warning you get, before he pulls your legs up around his waist higher, beginning to thrust into your drooling pussy quickly.
The pace he sets is perfect, his hips snapping against the backs of your thighs repeatedly, the lewd sounds of your drooling pussy and your pornographic moans filling the room. The tip of his cock brushing against the spongey spot inside you, is immaculate.
His hands are all over you, running along your thighs, squeezing your hips and waist, tugging softly at your perky nipples, licking and sucking on your tits, leaving more purple marks all over.
The pace he’s set makes your mind go blank, you swear you see stars, the way he’s fucking you never fails to make your senses go on overdrive. He’s everywhere, giving you so much yet not enough at the same time.
He leans down and captures your lips in a sloppy kiss, spit runs down the corners of your mouth when he slides his tongue in, exploring every inch of your mouth.
He kisses you for what feels like an eternity, only pulling away when he feels your hands grasping his biceps, a silent plea for air. And when he does break away, he rests his sweaty forehead on yours, panting softly as he drills into you faster, using his weight to cage you against the bed.
His hot breath fans across your face, breathing in your scent as well as letting you breathe in his. It’s messy, filthy, lewd— the way he’s fucking you now. Your legs pressed firmly against your chest, his heavy balls slapping against the curve of your ass repeatedly, loud squelching sounds of your drooling pussy echoing in the room.
You can feel your orgasm approaching quickly, the knot in your tummy growing more and more taut. He knows you’re close, the way your moans pitch and grow louder, the way your nails scratch at his back and shoulders, hard enough that small drops of blood run down his back, and the way your pussy clamps down around his dick.
“Gonna cum, pretty girl? Come on then, lemme see you cream all over my dick. You can do it, want some help? Is that what my girl needs? I gotchu baby, don’t worry.”
His thrusts become faster, harder, it’s too much for your little pussy to handle, but it’s not enough either, and he knows that. So, he reaches down and swipes over your clit, smearing your sticky mess all over the little bundle of nerves, and your orgasm hits you like a truck.
The moan that rips from you is more of a scream, your mouth falls open, curses and moans falling freely from your pretty lips, your body spasming violently as your orgasm crashes through you in waves. Your vision is white, you can feel your body slowly slumping against the bed, but a few light slaps across your cheek slowly bring you back.
“Hey, baby. Don’t go out on me just yet. I ain’t done with ya. ‘M gonna fill you up so damn good- hah shit. She likes that huh? She- fucking hell…. likes it when I talk about cumming inside? ‘Bout filling my pussy with cum, gonna empty my balls in you, beautiful.”
His thrusts become erratic, almost frantic. He’s hitting that sweet spot inside you, his thumb never stopping its ministrations on your clit. He’s throbbing, ready to empty his heavy balls into you, ready for you to milk him dry.
Ready to claim his pussy.
“Oh fuck yeah, ready gorgeous? Gonna take it all? Be my good girl and take all of my cum? Won’t waste a single drop, will you? Hah shit, ‘m cumming. Take it, fucking take it.”
And you do, you take all of it, every single drop of his milky white cum, so thick and hot inside you, painting your pretty pussy white. He moans, one low, drawn out moan, and you cum again. Gushing all over dick, a ring of your own cum around his dick, and he hisses through gritted teeth when your pussy clamps around him again.
“Fuck, good girl. You’re my good girl, you did so damn good.”
A smirk graces his handsome features once more as he looks down at your fucked out expression, his hair a mess, his chiseled body covered in a thin layer of sweat, his shoulders scratched up, giving you just a glimpse, an idea, of what his back might look like.
“Now, think your parents heard or can we go another round, sweetness?”
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I kinda see this with Eren or Dabi or Jean…..k bye.
Such a Slut
Bakugou Katsuki x afab reader
Contains: slight breath play, 'dom' reader, 'switch' Bakugou, language, marking, kissing, v v tiny 'handjob' (if you can even call it that), degrading, think that's it?
A/N: please someone tell me WHERE to get the pretty little banners from, the smutty ones, the cute ones. I just want some pretty banners cuz I feel like my posts need to be prettier. Also venturing out a little here with Bakugou, really hope I did him some justice. I just wanna put him in his place sometimes, you know? Fuck with him a little. As always, read with caution and such. Word count is a little over 1,000. If that matters.
Thirst Thursday?
“You’re such a slut, Katsuki.”
The blonde whips his head toward you, his ruby-red eyes wide in shock and anger. “Hah?! The fuck did you just call me?! You damn-” You giggle, twirling a strand of hair around your finger, cutting him off, “You’re a slut.” Katsuki's face turns redder by the second, his fists clenched so tight his knuckles begin turning white, small blasts coming from them. You swear you could see steam shooting from his ears.
“I mean look at you. Dressed like a slut.” You grin cheekily, teasingly, and he scowls. “The fuck do you mean? How is my hero suit slutty?” It brings you the utmost joy. The utmost pleasure seeing him so furious. You smirk, “Oh come on, Katsuki. You don’t see it?” Your words only seem to anger him further, you can see it. In the way his nostrils flare, the way the veins in his neck seem to bulge out, and the way his forehead begins to dampen with sweat. All because of you.
His stance his deliciously broad shoulders hidden in his sleek hero suit are tense, like the rest of him is. His fingers clench and unclench, his hard gaze fixed on you and that stupid, shit-eating grin you continue to wear. “What the hell are you talking about? I’m not a slut and I never-” You cut him off, faking a pout, “Oh but Katsuki, you are. A big slut, and you pretend you aren’t but deep down you are. The biggest, sluttiest-” This time, it’s him who cuts you off, speaking through gritted teeth, his fist slamming into a nearby wall. “I swear if you call me that one more goddamn time, I’m gonna blow your fuckin’ head off! You hear me, Y/N?! I’m not no damn slut! It’s my goddamn hero suit, you brainless twig! Idiot! I don’t know what the hell is wrong with you, but stop calling me that!”
You feign innocence, tapping your index finger against your lip. “Calling you what, Katsuki? A slut?” You smirk as his hand slams into the wall again, denting it this time, and curses tumble from his lips. “Damn you, Y/N! The hell is wrong with you?! I warned you, didn’t I?!” His heavy boots thump thump thump towards you and, in a matter of seconds, he’s looming over you. His hands come crashing into the wall on either side of your head, caging you between it and his body, his voice low and menacing. Bingo.
“You little brat. Calling me a slut. Who the fuck do you think you are? I bet you’re some little freak who gets off on this shit. Your panties drenched or something? Filthy fucking brat. This must be some sick fetish of yours, right? Something you do before you go rub one out? You’re pathetic and sick, Y/N. I’m gonna beat the living shit outta you, you goddamn-”
“Kiss me.” He freezes, his eyes going wide and his mouth falling open in shock. He stares at you, dumbfounded, dizziness overcoming him, and everything else fades away. Time seems to slow around him now, his mind replaying your words over, and over again. He can’t believe it. Just minutes ago you were insulting him and now you want him to…kiss you? His anger just dissipates in an instant, shock showing in his features, except in his eyes. His eyes hold a different emotion, a certain desire. You smirk, satisfaction showing in your features, a certain smugness he wishes he could wipe off.
So he does.
He grabs you, holds you firmly against him, presses his big, bulky frame against your smaller one, and crashes his lips onto yours. It’s a messy kiss, an angry one. His gloved hand tangles in your hair, his fingers gripping and tugging at the strands to force your head back. His free hand, which was gripping resting on your hip, moves up to rest on the wall behind you, his palm flattening against it. He feels like he’s got the upper hand, especially when he further traps you between his body and the wall behind you. So, when he parts his lips and swipes his tongue along your bottom one, he expects you to open your mouth and grant him the access he’s demanding.
He doesn’t expect your hand to wrap around his throat. For you to squeeze your hand, cutting off his oxygen. He doesn’t expect you to part your lips, for your tongue to venture into his mouth and dominate the kiss he was once in control of. He doesn’t expect you to push him back, to guide him until the backs of his deliciously muscular thighs meet a wooden table. He doesn’t expect your lips to wrap around his tongue, for your hand to tighten around his throat again. And he certainly doesn’t expect the guttural groan that slips past his lips.
Of all the things he never expected, he certainly didn’t expect to enjoy this treatment. Especially from you. But when he feels the familiar tightening of his pants he knows he needs more. Before he can even think of taking back control, your free hand travels down his chest and your lips leave his. Tracing over the muscles of his toned torso, your lips press against his defined jaw before moving down to the column of his throat.
As your hand continues to make its way down, your lips press hot, wet kisses along his throat, licking, sucking, and biting the sensitive skin there, pulling more groans from him. His breath hitches when your fingers graze against his throbbing dick confined in his pants. Just as he’s about to roll his hips forward, seeking more of your touch, you pull your hand away. A chuckle slips past your lips as you kiss your way up to his ear, your lips grazing the tip of it, your voice dropping noticeably. “Now now Katsuki. I thought you weren’t a slut? What happened?”
A low growl, a rumble from his chest, reverberates through your body as he speaks deathly low, his fingers gripping the edge of the table. “What the fuck-” He’s cut off mid-sentence by you firmly squeezing the bulge, even more prominent now. He hisses softly at the sudden friction, his hips rolling into your palm unconsciously, his mind beginning to cloud over. He thanks whatever god there is when your hand slowly rubs across his clothed dick instead of pulling away, giving him a taste of what he could have.
His eyes flicker up to yours, down to your hand rubbing against his bulge, then back up to your eyes, unsure of where to settle his gaze. Your lips graze his ear once more as you move in to kiss him. Stopping just mere inches away from his lips, your breath fans across his face softly as you murmur. “It’s okay, Katsuki. Don’t worry. You’re my slut.”
"And I'll treat you accordingly."
;_;
Wow, but I love it! I love love love doing these!!
Thanks for the tag @cherryblossomsenpai
Tagging: @hxltic @chrollohearttags @veenxys and @myherokatsuki , and anyone else who’d like to join in on the fun! I’d love to see what you all come up with.
idk if i’m a “lovable puppy” but alright😅
thank you @peachdues for tagging me!
i tag: @crazycatlddy, @ahashiraswife, and @homo-homini-lupus-est-1701 and anyone else who wants to do this (no pressure!)
links: picrew & uquiz
@cherryblossomsenpai don’t look at me!!! 🫣🫣
@chrollohearttags Maybe you’ll enjoy this? I know you love Eren, my sweet angel 🥰🫶
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I want Eren so bad. :(
Like imagine being pushed up against the couch he has in his dorm, black leather to match the black dorm walls he painted himself (and got in trouble for). His hands running over the smooth fabric of the pretty little summer dress you'd thrown on hours earlier. To have his hands desperately grabbing at any of your
supple flesh he can, his mouth leaving hot, wet kissing along the sensitive skin of your neck. Sharp canines biting roughly on your pulse point and all along your shoulders that slowly become exposed when his fingers untie the strings of your straps. Soft puffs of air leaving his parted lips when you grind your thinly clothed pussy against the bulge in his baggy black sweats, the ones that drive you crazy each time you see him wearing them. Rough hands that pull down the top of your dress to expose your tits that sit pretty and perked when the cool air hits them. His hands move down to grab at your waist, pulling it towards him, forcing your back to arch so he can take one of your perky nipples into his mouth. Listening to your whiny little moans as he swirls his tongue around the perked bud, his cock twitching and straining against the fabric of his pants. When one of his hands comes up to play with your other tit, he listens to the whine you try to suppress, his dick throbbing beneath his sweats. His other hand falls to the skirt of your dress, slipping it beneath the fabric to snap the band of your panties against your hip, feeling you jolt against the couch, groaning when your pussy rubs against his dick. His mouth leaves hickeys and bites all over your tits, making sure to split his attention between them equally, while his hands slips into your now drenched panties. His fingers glide across your pussy, from your dripping entrance to your clit, collecting your slick and letting it coat his digits. His eyes flick up to meet yours as his fingers play with your sensitive clit, rubbing and flicking it between his fingers, letting your slick soak his digits so they can glide across the little bud better. Green orbs watch your every movement, every twitch and shift you make doesn’t go unnoticed by the brunette. His lips leave your tit with a soft pop as his middle and ring finger sink into your drooling pussy, his palm rubbing against your clit each time he thrusts his fingers. He leans back now, the muscles of his forearm flexing each time he thrusts his fingers, his veins beginning to show, his eyes trailing down to watch his fingers disappear into your sopping cunt. He can’t seem to choose what to focus on, your pussy or your pretty face. Your lips part to let out the most beautiful moans he’s ever heard, your hands gripping his biceps, your head falling back against the couch, and hips grinding all over his palm just to get more friction. Clicking his tongue softly, his deep voice calls out to you, “Come on baby, lemme see yer eyes. Wanna watch you when you cum all over my fingers. I wanna see what you’re gonna do when I have you on my dick. You can ride my shit all night, ma. Come on baby, you can do it. All ya gotta do it cum for me. I know you can, angel.”
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I’ve been seeing so many fine ass men and women on my dashboard it’s craaaaazy
From Demon Slayer, to AOT, to MHA, to JJK it’s all over the place and so is my sanity.
So, if you’ll allow me, I’d like to write a few blurbs (?) about a few of the men/women I’ve seen on my dash (it's just three people but I will write more)🤭
A warning, most of this is in my opinion, so there’s that. It’s just what goes on in my teeny tiny brain.
NSFW under the cut, featuring: K. Bakugou, K, Nanami, and M. Ackerman x Fem!reader (all separate)
@chrollohearttags Maybe you’ll enjoy the last two, angel? 🤭
Katsuki Bakugou
He’s big and loud, he takes up so much space, his big, beefy body makes bodybuilders look like dwarves. He’s proud, gains attention anywhere he goes, who wouldn’t want a look at the handsome hero? He takes on the meanest, toughest villains, he models here and there, he’s on tv and billboards. His face is everywhere, everyone knows him. He bears the weight of so many responsibilities upon his big, beefy shoulders…and it takes its toll every so often. Until he met you, then that weight didn’t seem so heavy anymore. Suddenly, he doesn’t have to be Dynamite, he doesn’t have to be the big strong hero who saves people everyday. He can be Katsuki, or Suki, or baby, or honey, or darling. He’s yours, and you take care of him so wonderfully. He’s whatever cheesy nickname you decide to call him, even if he grimaces. You heal his heart, you melt his brain, turn it into mush.
Especially in bed. In the safety of your home, and the privacy it gives you, he’s just just Suki. He’s your good boy, following your every command to the t. You never would’ve guessed this big, dominant man would love to be dominated, but you’re not one to complain, especially with how pretty he looks beneath you. Beautiful red eyes watching your every moment, wrists bound together by a silk rope and tied to the headboard of your bed. His chest heaves with each ragged breath he takes, your fingers stuffed in his mouth, his pretty lips wrapped around your digits. Drool runs from the corners of his mouth, it coats your fingers so beautifully. Broken moans echo through the empty room along with the sound of skin slapping together, tears stream down his pretty face. His tongue swirls around your fingers, soaking them the same way your pussy soaks his dick. Praise falls from your lips, how much of a good boy he is, how well he’s doing, how pretty he is, how much you love him. Each word that falls from your pretty lips sends blood straight to his dick, making it throb inside your warm pussy. His cum suddenly spurts inside you, a drawn out whiny moan escapes his lips before he can stop himself, he whole body spasming as his orgasm hits him like a truck. Ropes of thick, sticky cum fill your pussy, so much that his dick does little to plug you up. It drips from your pussy, coating his pelvis and your inner thighs, yet you don’t stop bouncing. Pulling your fingers from his mouth, you speak in your sweet, sweet voice, “Oh, you did such a good job, baby. Can I have another?”
Kento Nanami
Nanami was a sweetheart, he loved to dote on you, even if you aren’t really together. You both worked with each other, doing whatever necessary, be it on missions or simply business, you always got the job done beautifully. It seemed like you both shared the same mind, always coming to a conclusion nicely. Nanami thought you were beautiful, a radiant little thing who didn’t have a single bad bone in her body. You hardly gave him any problems, even if you did he could never hold that against you. You were too precious for him, too lovely, too much of an angel. And to you, he was a wonderful man, who respected you and your ideas. He always heard you out, gave you amazing feedback, and he always strived to help you become a better version of yourself FOR yourself.
Nanami’s hands slowly glide up your thighs, softly gripping the supple skin, his mouth kissing and licking along your neck, sending your mind spiraling. His dick rubs against that sweet spot inside you and a loud moan echoes in the office room. Nanami deep voice grounds you momentarily, one of his big hands coming up to cover your mouth, “Shh sweetheart, you don’t want anyone hearing you, do you? I know angel, you feel so good. Fuck—you’re such a good girl.” His head comes down to rest on your shoulder, his pace faltering when your gummy walks squeeze his cock, his breath hitching in his throat. “You’re close, sweetheart.” A statement, never a question. “Go on angel, cum on your cock. You can make a mess, baby. Don’t worry, I’ve got you sweet girl. Go on, give it to me.” And you do, you cum all over him when his dick brushes that sweet spot again, your legs trembling around his waist, your eyes rolling back. Your nails dig into his shoulders, your pussy walls fluttering around his cock, squeezing and squeezing him, sucking him in repeatedly. “Good girl. My good girl. You got it, pretty.” His hand that was once covering your mouth, moves down, his thumb finding your clit and rubbing it in slow circles. Soft whimpers of his name fall oh so prettily from your lips, gracing his ears. “K-Kento, ‘s too much!” High pitched moans and squeals fill the office but he makes no move to quiet you down, why would he silence a pretty little thing like you?
Mikasa Ackerman
Mikasa was a quiet girl, she was always kind towards you. Always giving you any notes you missed, saving you seat next to her in class all the time, offering to tutor you whenever you didn't understand a lesson. A sweet girl with round glasses framing her pretty face, always dressing so modestly, she never got in trouble, all the teachers loved the straight A student who never caused problems. Who, rumor had it, was the prettiest virgin any guy had laid their eyes upon. So imagine your surprise when you see the so called virgin at a party one of the frat boys throw, dressed in tight leather pants and a baggy black sweater that barely hits the waistband of said pants. She's got a drink in her hand, her back against the wall, and her eyes are roaming about the cramped room. You spot Eren and Armin nearby and assume they had brought her along since the three were inseparable. Seeing a bottle being set down in the middle of a group, you smile to yourself, raising your head and catching her eye. Since she came to the party you wonder if she'd mind playing a little game with you.
Soft bodies press against each other, softer moans filling the small, dimly lit closet. Mikasa’s round glasses fog up as puffs of air leave both your mouths, lips barely leaving the other’s as your kisses get sloppier. Saliva coats Mikasa’s lips, sticky gloss smudged along her chin as she struggles to keep up with the pace you’ve set. Hums of delight leave your lips, your fingers tangled in her hair, your tits pressed against hers. She’s overwhelmed by you, yet she finds the courage to push against you, tilting her head to the side to grant her better access to your mouth, her tongue slipping past your lips and entering your mouth before you realize it. Her hands come up to grab your tits, squeezing the soft mounds gently, swallowing your sweet moans as she pushes her tongue deeper into your mouth. Your hands slide down from her hair, running down her back to her waist, pulling her impossibly closer to you in the small closet. Mikasa pulls back from the kiss slightly, catching her breath as your hand slide lower to grab at her ass through her pants, your nails digging softly into the supple skin there. As each second passes, Mikasa grows bolder, her hands cupping your tits and squeezing harder before her right hand drops down to your thighs and nudges them apart. Her fingers glide up along your thighs before stopping at your panties, her wide eyes looking into yours for a moment before she presses her thumb to your clit, feeling the damp patch that seems to grow with each swipe she makes. She continues to watch you, taking note of each sigh, moan, and twitch as she continues rubbing your clit through the thin material of your panties. Her lips trail kisses along your jaw then down to your neck, leaving reddish marks scattered about before she flattens her tongue along the column of your throat and slowly licks up, her thumb still swiping along your clit. Her left hand dips into the low neckline of your little dress to play with your tit better, her fingers softly pinching and pulling at your perky nipple. Your mind grows hazy as her lips descend from your neck towards your collarbone, licking and sucking marks there too. The coil in your tummy begins to grow tighter and tighter as Mikasa’s thumb rubs at your sensitive pearl faster, her teeth leaving their mark along the tops of your tits where they threaten to spill out from your low neckline. Mikasa’s fingers dip into your panties, her fingers collecting your slick before she shoves her coated digits into your mouth, much to your surprise. “You look so pretty with your mouth stuffed, princess.” She purrs, her voice dripping with confidence, almost as much as your pussy drips with slick. “Why don’t I take you home and I can properly stuff you, pretty girl? Can I?” And as she shoves her fingers further into ryour mouth, her eyes staring into yours, dark and hazy like your own, an alarm goes off. Seven minutes.
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Who else does this fit? Would this be categorized as a self-indulgent? Surprise me.
@cherryblossomsenpai what do you think?
“You shouldn’t love me.”
“You don’t get to decide who I love.”
“I’m not right for you.”
“You’re perfect for me.”
“I’m dangerous.”
“I could let loose a little.”
“I’d ruin you.”
“I don’t need to be perfect.”
“I’d break you.”
“I don’t need to be in one piece.”
“I’m a monster.”
“Not to me. To me you’re an angel, you’re a god. So bright and wonderful. You make me smile, really smile. You make me laugh, you make me happy, you make me cry. You make me feel. You make me human again. I need you, more than I’ve ever needed anything in my entire life. I need you to need me the way I need you. I want you to think of me the way I think of you. I want you to feel the way I feel for you. I want you, so fucking bad it hurts.”
“I’m scared.”
“Me too. Let’s be scared together.”
I wanna do domestic things with my loves. :(
Warnings: none, just some cute little fluff for my grumpy baby <3
Like go grocery shopping with Katsuki and listen to him groan and whine about having to be in public, but then he’s snatching a box outta your hands because, “Ain’t no way my girl ‘s gonna have this cheap shit.” And then he’s grabbing all the brand names and putting things back on the shelf because, “That ain’t healthy for ya, baby.” But he’s making mental notes of everything he’s put back just so he can come back another day and purchase them because he knows it makes you happy. He has his hand in your back pocket, thumb occasionally running the curve of your ass while he walks side by side with you. Or wrapping his arms around your waist from behind and resting his chin atop your head because it’s almost his bedtime and he’s tired. When it’s time to pay, he taps his card to the music playing over the speakers, matching the beat, while his other hand fiddles with your fingers. He mumbles a gruff, “‘preciate it.” But his tone is softer, just a smidge, because he sees an old couple waiting in line behind you both. And, although he’s tired, he walks to the car and sets the groceries in, then he waits for the couple to come walking out with their cart full of their groceries. Once he sees them, he walks over to them and offers to put their groceries in their car for them. As soon as they agree, he’s helping the older man to their car, one arm around his back and the other arm being used by the gentleman to hold onto. He helps the man into the car and walks over to the little old lady who’s opening the trunk. He makes small talk with her, his voice quieter and he lets her do most of the talking. He listens intently, nodding along to her words and a soft smile gracing his lips when he learns she’s been married for over 50 years. He glances over at his car, his eyes finding you immediately, watching for a moment as you snuggle into the Dynamite hoodie you stole from him, and his smile widens just a fraction, because that’ll be you. You’ll be the cute little old lady and he’ll be your old man. All wrinkly and slower than before, but he’ll still think you’re the prettiest little thing he ever laid his eyes on. Once the groceries are in, he lets the little lady pinch his cheeks affectionately, murmuring a gentle, “Have a goodnight, ma’am.” Before he takes the cart back and gets into the car where you’re waiting. You smile at him, leaning over to press a sweet kiss to his lips, and he smiles back, cradling the back of your head to prolong the soft kiss, his mind racing with thought of the future, because he wants you to be his little old lady.