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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.
@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.”
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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