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honeymaki · 2 years

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thinking about mikasa taking her anger out on you after a fight with annie 🥺 her being all mean and calling you all sorts of names as she’s fucking you with her strap but after you’re done she calls you her good girl and is so proud of you for taking her cock so well 🥺💕

Warnings: rough sex, strapon, use of petnames (baby, princess, love), implied fem reader, crying, praise, mentions of injuries and blood, ever so slight implications of dubcon but prior consent given.

Notes: please read my rules, I don’t like to write or read degradation in any form thank you 💕

This is such a 🥺🥺 so what if she just - is so angry, so flushed and puffy lipped and hard handed with how she mandhandles you on to your back, thighs up by your ears, dick hitting so deep and so hard. Her big hands still taped and bandaged from the fight, bruises littering the knuckles visible through the tape, one of her nails purple where it’s digging into the fat of the back of your thighs, keeping you rooted, holding you down, tummy folded and jiggling with every downward swing of her hips.

“Take it - nngh - take it fuckin’ -,” sweat drips between her breasts, strands of her black hair sticking to her forehead with effort, eyes squeezed shut and the little cut on her lip is all you can focus on. Between that, the heavy brush of her tits over yours, the yellowing bruise on her jaw and the nasty fuck of her cock stirring your insides,

“S-slow Mika please,” you’re halfway to sobbing, lip wobbling, fingers grappling at her ass to pull her closer or push her away, head tossing into the sheets and pillows tossed around you. She hoists a leg, adjusts her arms so they're fisting the sheets, doubling down over you, knees cradling her shoulders that bulge and strain with every mean nasty thrust.

“Nnghnot gonna - won’t stop, I can’t - I know you don’t want me to,” Mikasa pants above you, eyes fluttering shut when the strap pinches her clit and slips and slides when she - “Right there, feels so good - can’t stop you just gotta fuckin’ take it,” it’s like she’s not even talking to you, jaw clicked and neck straining, that lickable tendon still baring the bruises of her fight with Annie. The practise fight with Annie, the silly little wager Eren suggested, the stupid playful fight where Annie got too serious and too boisterous when you were mentioned.

“So fuckin - ,” she punctuates an explosion of anger with a particularly harsh thrust, grinding and kissing so so deep, “Wish she could see you now, see how good you take it, how good you are - look at you baby,” her eyes squint open to look down at you, rolling back when all she can see is you, teary eyed, mouth open, throat bared and ripe for her to sink her teeth into. Maybe - maybe she should take a picture, show Annie what she can reduce you down to, how good you are for her - that she does in fact have someone to fuck, someone that loves her and lets her do whatever she wants, whatever she needs...

“Love you, love you nd this pussy - fuck, s’good baby,” she’s slurring, hardly moving her lips, catching then between her teeth when your whines grow louder, legs kicking out against the brute strength that keeps you in place. Tears explode from your eyes, mouth open and yelping with every hit to your cervix, every bash to your clit, every upward grind to your sweet spot. Little uh uh uh’s into her neck as she strains above you, lashes fluttering and body moving with every thrust into you.

The pace changes suddenly with a hand cupping the top of your head; changes when you shudder and shake and quiver all wet and drippy over her thighs, changes when you whimper her name and push at her clenching stomach, changes when you shakily pucker your lips in an ask for a kiss. Slow, long and strong, licking into your mouth and drinking your eager mewls despite how much you’re shaking and squirming beneath her. Mikasa noses at your cheek, huffing into your ear, groaning,

“S’good for me baby, beautiful aren’t you?” breathy but still with an edge, “Perfect little pussy, perfect little princess - hah,” she trembles into you, pinching just right, grinding at the perfect, collapsing against you with a sigh.

“So good baby, fuck - lettin me do what I want, letting me - fuck,” gasping, breathless Mikasa feels you twitch when she hitches her hips, another little orgasm shocking through your body when the rough fabric of the strapon catches on your swollen, slippery clit,

“Careful, careful love, I got you” she’s still inside of you, still all up in your tummy and she - doesn’t seem to want to move, “gonna stay right here kay? Right here,” fingers split around where you’re stretched around her cock, sending shivers down your spine and gasps to spill from your lips,

“Mika - I - ?” You’re still out of breath, squirming under her and managing to disconnect your hips with a filthy wet squelch, dildo smearing up against your thigh and tummy, “please - please can you put my legs down? I can’t feel them,”

Slicking her sticky forehead over your chest, Mikasa grumbles as she lets your legs flop down on to the mattress, still refusing to move from caging your body beneath hers,

“S’stupid,” lips peck your skin, brushing over your tits and down your belly, “she’s stupid,”

“Next time, next time just like - punch her maybe?” you moan when her calloused hands start massaging the tight muscles in your thigh, “And maybe - uhhh - maybe I can - huhhh,” you petter off, eyes fluttering shut when Mikasa slinks from the bed and replaces her body with a blanket, slipping off the strapon and tossing it into the bathroom with a huff,

“Don’t worry about that right now,” returning to your side, still naked, still sticky and a little shaky, but holding a bottle of juice and one of the cookies Armin made the other day, “you did good, considering -,”

“S’okay, I liked it yknow?” You turn on to your side, gazing at your girlfriend lazily, “unhinged, maybe you should loose more fights but only the practise ones cause I like it when you win,” Mikasa smiles at you, fondly, as lazy as your little slurs and grumbles,

“You just like the victory sex don’t you?”

“Maybe win again, nd I can figure that out,”

#🧋.answers #🍡.wlw #🍡.nsfw #tw.dubcon #tw.blood #tw.injury #cw.strapon #cw.praise #cw.dacryphilia #cw.rough sex #cw.fem reader #mikasa x reader #Mikasa smut #aot smut #snk smut

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blondeboyfriend · 9 months

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I, John, your brother and companion in the suffering and kingdom and patient endurance that are ours in Jesus, was on the island of Patmos because of the word of God and the testimony of Jesus. On the Lord’s Day I was in the Spirit, and I heard behind me a loud voice like a trumpet, which said: “Write on a scroll what you see and send it to the seven churches: to Ephesus, Smyrna, Pergamum, Thyatira, Sardis, Philadelphia and Laodicea.”

I turned around to see the voice that was speaking to me. And when I turned I saw seven golden lampstands, and among the lampstands was someone like a son of man, dressed in a robe reaching down to his feet and with a golden sash around his chest. The hair on his head was white like wool, as white as snow, and his eyes were like blazing fire. His feet were like bronze glowing in a furnace, and his voice was like the sound of rushing waters. In his right hand he held seven stars, and coming out of his mouth was a sharp, double-edged sword. His face was like the sun shining in all its brilliance.

When I saw him, I fell at his feet as though dead. Then he placed his right hand on me and said: “Do not be afraid. I am the First and the Last. I am the Living One; I was dead, and now look, I am alive for ever and ever! And I hold the keys of death and Hades.

“Write, therefore, what you have seen, what is now and what will take place later. The mystery of the seven stars that you saw in my right hand and of the seven golden lampstands is this: The seven stars are the angels of the seven churches, and the seven lampstands are the seven churches.

#omg when he's the First and the Last 🥵#john of patmos x reader #cw.praise him

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princematcha · 2 years

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voice like honey, 501 words

bakugou k. x (sub?? bro idk) afab reader

contains: swearing, porn, big huge pro hero bkg, he calls reader pretty, reader calls bkg pretty, degradation, no pronouns used but one segsy name is masculine, the word cunt is here D:, objectification???? i think maybe? yes? objectification adjacent, established relationship, a lil praise (yes! we are contrasting the degradation up there. it’s all 4 funsies), this is filthy idk, fingers in mouth, dirty talk, reader gets called a good boy, fluffy aftercare! :D, all lowercase bc i wrote it on my phone, not edited

a/n: this was 2 paragraphs and now it’s… more. i’m feeling very gender & hrony rn. this is taking all of my nsfw juice for the next month. you will not see it again. incredibly self indulgent.

if i see a single ageless or minor blog interact w this i’m blocking

huge bf katsuki who has the sweetest voice when he’s balls deep in your dumb little cunt. a touch strained and absolutely dripping with molasses. he could be moaning absolute filth about how dirty his pretty baby is, how fucking nasty you are. he speaks like he’s spitting sugar, his tone warming your heart but his words adding more flames to the burning fire in your belly.

even when rasping about how your pussy is so pretty just for him, but that sweet fuckin look on your face when you’re getting fucked so well is even prettier. katsuki always looks at you with little stars and hearts in his eyes.

he’s sweating and panting over you like a dog, though you’re no better. clawing at his back and lightly gnawing on his big calloused fingers when they work their way into your mouth, drool running down your cheek. hiccuping and stuttering on your breath every time his thick cock rams into you, feeling it in your chest with every heavy thrust. katsuki tells you how you’re so good, such a good boy. so dumb and so pretty and it’s all for him.

when he’s a little closer and his hips are meeting yours a little more sloppily, he slips his thick forearm under your back and lays his torso just over yours. both of your chests barely brushing. of course he loves when you both reach your peaks within seconds of each other so he can watch your eyes water and flutter.

but there’s a special place in his heart for when he finishes early and fucks himself into overstimulation in your hot cunt so you can cum. placing his head beside yours to bite the silk bedspread, his ear right next to your mouth to drink in your cries and moans as they come. how you always let out the sweetest sound right as he pushes you over the edge.

...

despite that, nothing compares to the ambrosia that pours out of both of your mouths when you’re wrapped in each other on the fresh sheets. (thought about putting new sheets on the bed but you just threw spare sheets on top of the old ones) no limb gone untouched by the other, the syrupy moments not measured by time.

the warming gentle touches with your smoothest towels after you stood naked in the bathroom waiting for the tap water to run hot. tender strokes with the wringed out fabric, you whisper about how pretty katsuki is and how much you love him while he wiggles when you bring the towel over his skin and mutters how he loves you too with a light hue of pink coming over his neck. (he’s said it an uncountable amount of times but acts the same way every time)

katsuki wipes the other towel over your slightly sweaty body once his breathing evens out, kisses pressed in its trail. spilling stupidly sweet words that make both of you laugh and wrestle him into the pillows once he deems you done.

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bokutoslittlebird · 3 years

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what do you think about onee-san jacking off little bro koutaro because he’s sad that he lost but kou ends up fucking the daylights out of onee-san and goes buckwild before accidentally cummin’ inside her like some feral animal in heat?

I think it’s tasteful as hell that’s what I think

Warnings: incest, creampie and blowjob. Plus some praise.

Poor onee-san is just trying to make her lil bro feel better even if he isn’t so little anymore and even switching from your hands to your mouth doesn’t seem to ease all the tension on his shoulders. It really seems to be heavy on his shoulders, last match of the year and he was supposed to win the final point, but instead flubbed it up.

Eventually, when your legs are on either side of him and he’s rutting into you while you whisper praises in his ear about how good he’s fucking you and about how proud you are of him and he’ll always be the best player and ace to you, he can’t help but lose himself. You’re so warm and sweet, cooing praises into his ear while he has his cock buried all the way inside, he just can’t help himself! He ends up painting your walls white as your strength leaves your body, him keeping you propped up. But he still has energy to spend and his cum oozing out of you energized him even more, won’t you be kind and let him finish his sadness into your sopping holes? He promises to be gentle

#BB.Kinky #BB.Dark #Bokuto.Thirst #tw.incest #cw.praise #cw.praise kink #Mr. Kōtarō

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hajimeslut · 3 years

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bokutoslittlebird · 3 years

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His Turn

Atsumu x reader x Bokuto

Author’s Note : smutty little drabble. Mostly Bokuto fucking the reader while Atsumu enjoys the show ; IM SORRY IM VV BIASED ; “Surprise shawty!” is what inspired this. You’ll understand.

Warnings: threesome, communication is not established beforehand, dash of dubcon (maybe? I don’t know), high school sweethearts Atsumu and reader-chan, size kink, dirty talk, spitroasting, face fucking, blowjob, praise [from Bokuto], degradation [from Atsumu], use of “bunny”, creampie, no condoms sorry, Bokuto licks you one (1) time

Sounds of sneakers squeaking on the gym floor is the first thing that welcomes you upon entering through the metal doors. The packaged lunch in your hand has Atsumu’s name on it, the poor guy forgetting it in his rush. The MSBY Black Jackals had a team meeting early that morning, only to then go into a practice match between them and the Schweiden Adlers. The ball slamming against the floor broke you from the awe upon entering, eyes focusing on the man who was currently cheering. If memory serves right, that would be Bokuto Kōtarō. A clap on the back from Atsumu and the affectionate name of ‘Bokkun’ tells you you’re correct. Finding them all busy, you go over to the coach and explain what you’re doing there.

Once approved to stay until lunch break, you seat yourself next to Atsumu’s and Bokuto’s towels and bottles, watching the match. You knew your boyfriend was an excellent setter, as well as a server, but watching him in action was new to you. Yet, you found your eyes constantly drawn to the boisterous boy on the court who seemingly infected everyone around him with energy. Watching him be excited made you excited, the obvious lingering gaze on him instead of Atsumu. Even so, the boys didn’t notice you. Too focused on the game, they are honed into the ball and where it’s going.

The whistle blowing has your own thoughts stopping, looking at the referee who tells them it’s time for a break. Everyone seems to relax more at that, moving towards the benches for their lunches and water. Atsumu finally notices you, a pep in his step as he bounces over. “Ya made it!”

“You act like you didn’t have faith in me. It’s just a small delivery,” you smile, holding out the bag of lunch. Atsumu thanks you, sitting on the floor between your legs. “I can get up, you know,”

“Nah, I’m fine down here. I like the view,” he winks, your foot nudging his thigh. Rolling your eyes, you turn to the rest of his team, confusion etched across their faces as they stare.

“‘Tsumu, I think your team doesn’t know who I am,”

“Oh, shit, of course,” his jumbled mess of words come out around a mouth full of his sandwich. After swallowing, he turns to his teammates and smiles, chest puffed proudly. “This is my wonderful, adorable, and lovely girlfriend, [Y/N],”

“You have a girlfriend?” Sakusa asks, disgust on his face. You giggle at that while Atsumu pouts.

“Wow, you’re really pretty!” Hinata’s compliment has your face heating up, waving your hand in front of your face as you turn to see Bokuto staring at you.

“You really are,” he agrees with Hinata, a bright smile blooming across his face. The genuine smile has your face on fire, not so used to so much attention. Atsumu seems to focus his attention on you, raising an eyebrow.

“I’ve never been the center of attention before,” your murmur is low, but Atsumu hears it over the conversation of everyone else. Bokuto seats himself next to you, your reaction is immediately to straighten your back and look at your hands. Every now and then, your eyes glance up to Atsumu and over to Bokuto before they go back down. It doesn’t take long for Atsumu to understand why you keep looking at Bokuto, a grin stretching across his face that he hides by taking a sip of water.

When the coach calls for practice to start back up, you take it upon yourself to leave. You don’t want to interfere with their playing and you find yourself liking the energetic player with the number 12 a little bit more than you want to. Atsumu gives you a peck on the cheek goodbye, telling you he’ll be home for dinner before jogging back to his position on the court. You wave goodbye to everyone, getting an energetic wave from Bokuto that has your chest fluttering.

You just hope Atsumu didn’t notice.

You love Atsumu, you really do. He’s your high school sweetheart and you’ve been through thick and thin together. Bokuto is very attractive, you can admit that to yourself, but he’s not Atsumu. You don’t actually know him like you know Atsumu and he doesn’t actually know you. Still, his genuine smile and that simple sentence— your chest warms at the memory.

That evening goes as every evening does. Before dinner finishes up, Atsumu comes through the door and gives you a nice, big, sweaty hug. It’s kind of gross, but you still love him anyways. You tell at him to wash up and by the time he’s finished, dinner is ready to serve and plated. After dinner, you both watch some TV. By the time the clock is striking 9:00 pm, you’re tired and so Atsumu, but he seems excited.

That’s new.

It isn’t until you get into the bedroom do you understand why he’s excited. He tells you to strip down to your underwear and then leaves. The creaking of the door opening confuses you, but then Atsumu is back.. with Bokuto. The man who seemed to work his way into your heart with a smile and a sentence is suddenly in your bedroom doorframe.

“Uh, ‘Tsumu? What’s— what’s going on?” you chuckle, eyes flitting from your boyfriend and Bokuto, who seems excited at the sight. You have a feeling he’d have jumped you if Atsumu wasn’t in front of him.

“It was a surprise. You seem to like him after meeting him,” he continues before you can stop him, “so, here he is! He’s full of energy, plus I’ve always wondered what it looked like to see you get fucked looked like,”

“Atsumu! That’s crude!” But you’re smiling. Atsumu then gestures from Bokuto to you.

“Please, enjoy your stay,” he grins. Bokuto nods, moving into the room. His joggers don’t hide the erection beneath them, the mere size of it has you clenching around nothing. A smirk paints across your lips as you look to Atsumu, who’s settling himself against the closed door.

“Shall I assume I’m in the classic position?”

“Please,” he smirks back, watching as you move from your sitting position to have your hands and knees on the bed. The shuffling of clothing behind you suddenly stops, so you turn your head and wiggle your butt to entice Bokuto.

“C’mon, big boy. Show me what you got,” you grin, watching his face bloom a sweet shade of pink as he gets on the bed. But he doesn’t touch you quite yet.

“Are you sure I’m allowed?”

“I could show you, if you prefer it that way,” Atsumu’s offer is almost immediately declined. Bokuto’s rapid shake of the head has Atsumu relaxing against the wall, an evident erection in his pants. “Then go on. Show me how well you can fuck my girlfriend, Bokkun,”

It’s the last thing Bokuto needs.

Large hands practically shred your panties, ripping them down to your knees that are firmly planted against the bed. A murmur of “sweet pussy,” comes from behind you, followed by Bokuto’s tongue flicking against your folds. Even his tongue is thick and wide, delving between the skin and swiping at the bit of juices leaking from your cunt. The obscene sounds of slurping comes from behind you, hands grasping at the sheets as your eyes roll. The feeling is more intense than when Atsumu does it, the ministrations having a bit of hurried fervor to them, licking and slurping as if it’s his last meal on earth. Moans spill from your lips, mouth continuously open as they do.

The common feeling of an orgasm rises in your gut, the knot twisting as your toes curl. Light headedness follows, a strained mewl as your body twitches coming soon after and Bokuto groans, the vibrations causing more slick to slip out. When he removes his face from between your legs, you can barely lift your head up. “How does she taste?”

“Absolutely delicious. As sweet as I thought she would,” Bokuto coos, pressing kisses against your skin, trailing them up your back until his lips run against your throat, stopping at your cheek. His tongue flicks out against the sweaty skin, leaving a sticky trail of his saliva. “You’re just so beautiful,”

With his head next to yours, his arms caging you in, it suddenly hits hot big he is compared to you. The simple act of him over you making you feel so small that has you practically creaming. Bokuto’s cock brushes against your folds, the tip rubbing in the slick as coating it. “She’s a beautiful slut, aren’t you?” Atsumu says, voice low and tinged with lust. Instead of a proper response, you whine at the feeling of Bokuto rubbing his cock past your folds, teasing the entrance. Feeling his cock just brushing against you, your folds parting to encompass him has you whining at the anticipation. You know he’s bigger than Atsumu, thicker at least.

You’re right.

The scream that comes from your throat once Bokuto plunges into your tiny cunt has his groaning, eyes rolling as he’s only 1/3 of the way in you. Squeezing him so tightly, you’re practically gushing around his girth. But Bokuto doesn’t move, gentle shushes as he runs his large hand up and down your sides, occasionally dipping over your ass and down your thighs.

“It’s okay, pretty girl. I got you, I got you,” he coos, lips brushing against your spine as you grit your teeth and attempt to move back. Large hands grip your sides, growling. “Don’t hurt yourself,”

“More! I wan’ more, Bokkun,” your whines have him pushing in, listening to your request. No more screams, but you do happen to mewl, mixed with whimpers as he continues to split you open farther than Atsumu ever has. It’s a horrible thing, wishing Bokuto could fuck you everyday with the way he stretches you out. He’s so big, body completely encompassing yours as his weight keeps you pinned down with your ass in the air.

“God, you’re so beautiful. Can’t believe I get to wreck this pussy, all while your boyfriend watches from the sidelines,” Bokuto grunts, hips slapping against your ass as he starts a rhythm. Eyes rolling once more, you moan as you grin, lost in pleasure. The feeling is just so good, your walls fluttering around him as drool drips from your lips, muffled mewl that goes into the sheets as a second orgasm comes on, the feeling of bliss and euphoria filling your body as the liquid drips down Bokuto’s cock. Curling and sticking to his hair, it has strands of the slick connecting his hips to your ass as he fails into you.

So lost in the pleasure of Bokuto’s cock in you, you don’t even notice Atsumu has moved from his original position against the door. Suddenly, his hard cock is thrusted in front of your face as he pulls on your hair, dark eyes lidded as they look down at you. “You’re having too much fun, slut. Now open your fucking mouth,”

“Don’t be so mean, Tsum-Tsum. A cute little bunny like her needs praise, don’t you, pretty girl?” When Bokuto calls you ‘bunny’ and ‘pretty girl’, you find yourself clenching around him, moaning in agreement. “She likes that,”

“Slutty little bunnies just like being fucked, that’s all she is,” Atsumu grunts, hand tugging on your hair to keep your mouth on his cock. “Fuck, both your holes are good,” his moans come out more as you focus on utilizing your tongue, pressing it against the underside and flicking it against the slit. He keeps his hand in your hair, but he doesn’t tug hard as Bokuto’s pace picks up, your body bouncing with each thrust.

“Fuck, you’re so good. So fucking good,” Bokuto’s voice gets higher with each smack of his hips against you. His heavy balls are dripping with your cum, slick and smacking against your clit as the burning sensation of overstimulation set in. Your walls burn, the stretch becoming uncomfortable as Bokuto’s cock rubs against them. Atsumu’s cock goes farther in your mouth each time Bokuto thrusts up into you, cock bumping against the roof of your mouth. It isn’t until Bokuto lets out a whine of his own, burying himself to the hilt as his strong arms press you close to him. Atsumu pulls you all the way down on his cock, head thrown back as he groans, his hot load shooting down your throat. The feeling of Bokuto’s cum filling you up has your eyes widening, but you suck him dry. Feeling his cock rub against your walls and his balls tending against your clit as he finishes has your walls squeezing him tightly, like a vice.

Eventually, both of them finish shooting their loads into your holes. Bokuto’s arms release you as Atsumu’s hand lets your hair go. Your body falls against the bed, laying on your side as your legs spread. Bokuto’s cum spurts out of your cunt, oozing down your thigh and over your ass. In the afterglow of everything, the only sound filling the room now is heavy breathing.

Bokuto breaks the silence first, his cock still hard and covered in cum. “Can I go again?” He whines. You smile at him before looking to Atsumu, who runs a hand through his hair.

“Have at it, big boy. It’s your turn, after all,”

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