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keeganbrainmush · 1 year

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" Can't Sleep. " ; Simon " Ghost " Riley x Male reader

♡Request: " Reader just can’t seem to fall asleep but ghost helps by tiring him out. " ♡Contains: Penetration, Sleepy sex, Top reader, riding, power bottom Simon, established relationship, marking, whimpering men, Tease Simon. ♡Pure smut drabble with a pinch of fluff.

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You stared up at the ceiling of your room, eyes blank as you glanced at the clock. 2:26 am. Fuck. You had to get up at eight for work and you haven't had a blink of sleep. Turning over to face your husbands back, huddling closer to him to press your forehead against his nape and basked in his warmth as he wasn't wearing a shirt.

" Can't sleep? " A husky voice mumbled, you looked over Simons shoulder and saw him with open eyes. His eyes were locked forward and his eyebrows furrowed, the pretty scar over his left eyebrow creased. " Yeah, You can't sleep either? " You asked, propping yourself up on your elbows to look at his face better. " I was sleepin' amazing. But you kept huffing and puffing, turning and groaning. " Simon replied, turned onto his back to look at you dead-on.

You looked at him with a confused look, not realizing how much you actually were tossing and turning. " Oh. Sorry, Love. I'll quiet down. " You promised, leaning down to kiss him on the temple. " Actually, I got a way to get you to sleep. " Simon told you, looking at you with a glint in his eyes. Having an idea in your mind, but not wanting to be pushy about it if it wasn't what you were thinking of, you raised your eyebrow at him slightly in curiosity.

" What? You buy me some surprise melatonin? " You asked, tracing an finger over his arm veins. " No, But I think you'll like it much more than some gummies. " He told you, lifting his body enough to throw a leg over you and straddle your lap. You gulped nervously and looked up at Simon, his pupils were dilated to the point where his iris' were barely visible.

" Can I? " Simon asked, looking down at you softly, his hands on the waistbands of your boxers. " Fuck- Yes, please. " You mumbled, biting back a small whimper as you felt the cloth of your underwear brush against your half hard cock. Simon stroked it as he sat back on your thighs, a small wet spot forming on his own boxers. " Wait, Si. Stretch yourself out first. " You told him, a worried look flooding your gaze.

" Stretched myself out already, don't worry about me. " Simon mumbled, rubbing the precum gathering at your tip as lube all along your cock. He finally lifted his hips over you, adjusting your dick to his hole, pressing himself down inch by inch. A quiet nearly inaudible moan left Simons lifts as he finally sat against your pelvis, bottoming out as he panted.

You placed your hands onto his hips, staring at where your cock disappeared into him needily. Simon felt how you twitched inside of him everytime you watched how he ground his hips into you. " What, you like how it looks when I fuck myself on you? " He asked, moving his hips up and you dug your fingers into his hip muscles at your words.

Simon suddenly started bouncing quicker, breathy moans escaping from his mouth. You whimpered as you felt Simon suddenly tighten around you. " Shit, don't do that. " You told him, wincing as he did it again. " Or what? You'll cum? What makes you think I don't want you to do just that? " Simon responded, his voice husky with sleepiness as he looked down at you with eyes filled with fake sympathy.

You let out shaky breathes as you started fucking into him as he bounced on you, trying to match his pace as your brain went fuzzy with pleasure. One particular thrust up while Simon was coming down made him scream out, tears beginning to prick at his eyes. You groaned as he began getting tighter, but not in a way to tease you. He was close, and so were you.

You started chasing your own high, your pupils dilated as you shuddered everytime Simon slammed down onto you. Desperate for your own release, but refusing to cum before him, you grabbed onto Simons cock. He let out a small gasp, his back arched towards you as he threw his head back as he felt you jerking him off as you used the precum dripping out of him as slick.

" Close- 'm close. " Simon panted, his thighs shaking as his movements started getting sloppy. " With me, cum with me. " You demanded, fucking up into him. He nodded hazily, eyes half-lidded. Simon practically screamed out as he finally felt his orgasm, convulsing on your cock as he fucked himself through his orgasm. You whimpered as you felt the now much tighter Simon fucking himself harder onto you, you leaned forward to bit onto his abdomen as you came, muffling your moans in his skin as warm liquid filled Simon.

You stayed there in that position for a moment, trying to recollect your thoughts as sleep pulled at your brain. Simon cupped your face in his hands and made you look up at him. " Hey, unless you're gonna wake up early enough to shower before leaving get cleaned up now. " He ordered, a thin coat of sweat covering his face. " Yes, Sir. " You mumbled, a playful tone in your voice as he lifted himself off of you and felt your cum seeping out of him.

#ghost simon riley #simon riley x reader #ghost mw2 #simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x male reader #ghost x reader #simon riley #cod modern warfare #cod x male reader #call of duty x male reader #cod mw2 #male reader #mw2 #call of duty x reader #call of duty #x male!reader #power bottom #keeganbrainmush

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rodolfoparras · 6 months

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Do you know what? I just got the funniest idea in the world (mostly because I think bulling Phillip graves is funny)-

but now I’m imagining making a drunk bet with graves who stated that I couldn’t last one round. And now thanks to that stunning dare he’s basically skewered onto my cock (I’m trans, let me dream) while absolutely sobbing from the amount of times he’s cum while I’m just kind of sitting there scrolling on my phone cuz I got bored

-⚰️

Listen as a trans man myself I totally get it but hear me out

Thinking about being completely unaffected, scrolling through your phone or doing paper work while Graves feels like he’s being split open on your plastic cock, looking like an absolute mess with fat tears rolling down his cheeks sweat slicked hair sticking to his temple as he bounces on your length,

or imagine him down on his knees, under your desk, lips wrapped around your length, tears prickling his eyes and drool pooling to the floor while grinding his hips in hopes of getting any sort of release while you’re just sitting there unbothered and going on about your day like he isn’t whoring himself out in your office for anyone to see

Imagine changing sizes up every day and just when he think he’s getting used to your length you’re pulling out a bigger toy to try out on him. Graves will never want to disappoint even when it stings and hurts, he’ll spend hours getting used to the new size you brought him, preening when you complimenting him for being able to take it

Imagine having him blindfolded tied up even while pushing different dildos inside of him, having him guess which one you’re using on him and if he gets wrong he just won’t get to cum or imagine switching up between dildos and vibrators while he’s tied up and blindfolded and he doesn’t know what to expect, his reactions so much more enhanced because he never knows what’s to come his way

Imagine being sent away on a mission but making sure to take his favorite dildo with you, only leaving him with much smaller sizes which would only leave him unsatisfied and frustrated, he’d still try using them but they would feel nowhere near as good as the new size you’ve worked him up to, he’d even go as far as to FaceTime you while using one of them and the whole time he’s unable to hit his prostate, unable to feel satisfied by the small size, unable to feel full in the way only you can make him feel

Imagine using two dildos on him, cocksheads knocking together while bullying his prostate, and he’s absolutely losing his mind sobbing into the sheets clawing at the mattresses, his own cock hard and weeping between his legs

#do not underestimate the power we hold 🧎🏻‍♂️#alec answers #⚰️ anon #call of duty #philip graves #Philip graves x reader #Philip graves x male reader #graves x reader #graves x male reader #male reader #x male reader #trans male reader #top male reader #bottom male character #dom male reader #sub male character

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thechaoticdruid · 3 months

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Short and spicy Astarion x M!Tav headcanons MDNI

Astarion prefers to ride Tav when he bottoms.

He pins Tav down and slams his ass down on his hips with enough force to almost break his pelvis.

All the while Astarion tells Tav how good he feels inside him.

If Tav tries to pin him down he gets punished.

"Tut tut, naughty boy that's not allowed~."

Tav's punishment is being pinned facedown with his ass being pounded roughly.

Then once everything is finished Astarion snuggles up in Tav's lap like a little princess who didn't just fuck him silly.

#baldurs gate 3 #astarion ancunin #bg3 #astarion bg3 #astarion x tav #astarion my beloved #astarion x reader #astarion smut #male tav #astarion x male tav #astarion x male reader #Just contributing to the lack of Astarion x male Tav content #Power bottom Astarion #top astarion #Dom Astarion #I wrote this while I was eating at Taco Bell so it's short mkay

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ittorama · 1 year

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__ 𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑𝐙 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐓 𝐂𝐔𝐌𝐒𝐋𝐔𝐓𝐙??!?

𝐅𝐓._ 𝐠𝐢𝐲𝐮𝐮 𝐭𝗼𝗺𝐢𝗼𝐤𝐚, 𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐠𝗼𝐤𝐮 𝐤𝐲𝗼𝐣𝐮𝐫𝗼, 𝐮𝐳𝐮𝐢 𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐧, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐞𝗺𝐢 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐳𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐰𝐚!

#_ top! 𝗺𝐚𝐥𝐞! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐬𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬, 𝗺𝗼𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐧 𝐚𝐮, 𝐮𝐳𝐮𝐢 & 𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐞𝗺𝐢 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐩𝗼𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝗼𝐭𝐭𝗼𝗺𝐬 𝐛𝐜 𝐢 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐬𝗼 😋, 𝐰𝗼𝐫𝐝 𝐯𝗼𝗺𝐢𝐭 𝐥𝗺𝐚𝗼, 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝗼𝐫𝐞 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐜𝐮𝐭!

𝐂𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍_ FIRST FIC AND THE YEAR N ON THE FIRST DAY IF BLACK HISTORY MONTH 💪🏾 I BETTER BE SEEING PRAISES OF GRATEFULNESS IN MY INBOX WHEN I WAKE UP LATER 😡 teehee this has been in my drafts for over a year el oh el...

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚 : 𝐮𝐳𝐮𝐢_𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐧 !

#_ 𝐛𝐥𝗼𝐰𝐣𝗼𝐛, 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐣𝗼𝐛, 𝐜𝗼𝐜𝐤 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬 <3, 𝐮𝐳𝐮𝐢 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞, 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝗼𝐭𝐲𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐣𝗼𝐜𝐤! 𝐮𝐳𝐮𝐢 & 𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐝! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐱, 𝐩𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐜 𝐬𝐞𝐱, 𝐯𝐢𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 !

You would think that there would be a line, maybe a boundary that Uzui wouldn’t cross, even though he teases you relentlessly like a child. You’d figure that this time around, when he spots you in the very back of the library, completing an essay that’s not due for weeks, he’d do what he always does— childish antics like closing your computer shut or maybe stealing a couple of the books you need for research. Teasing you about being a virgin? Is understandable; he’s done it before. But offering his body to “help” you get rid of it now is new and dangerous.

“What’re you thinking about?” Uzui’s cheeky tone comes from slightly under the table— where’s he not hidden at all, a hand caressing your inner thigh and a soft whine tears from your lips. You don’t wanna look at all but you can’t help it, it’s humiliating as it is equally hot how Uzui looked under you, your cock in his hot hands and mouth just inches away. “You don’t get to think about anything else but me right now, got it?”

You can only mumble out a weak apology when Uzui’s pretty pink tongue pokes out of his lips, and swirls around the head of your cock. Muffling a cry with a mouthful of your sweater, hands clutching the seat of your chair as your hips shake and buck erratically at the pleasure; ‘n Uzui doesn’t try to stop your eagerness, lips wrapping around your leaking head and keens while he jerks the rest of your aching cock off.

“C-coming, ‘m coming! Pleasepleaseplease—” it should be embarrassing how quick you are to release, but Uzui’s mouth feels so good; not even fully sucking you off but his mouth feels so hot ‘n wet that you can’t help chasing for more pleasure. Your vision fades and your body spasms from the hard orgasm that hits you, coming into Uzui’s eager awaiting mouth with a high moan that you can only pray doesn’t echo throughout the library.

Uzui let’s go if you spent dick with a wet pop and presses one, two, three kisses against the girth of your cock, peering up at you through thick lidded lashes as he studies your fucked expression.

“Such a pretty dick wasted on someone like you,” he snides in that same tone you know all too well, “But it’s okay, ‘m make teach ya how to use it to fuck someone good, you got it?”

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚 : 𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐠𝗼𝐤𝐮_𝐤𝐲𝗼𝐣𝐮𝐫𝗼 !

#_𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝗼𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐢𝗺., 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝗺𝐩𝐢𝐞, 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐮𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐡, 𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐠𝗼𝐤𝐮'𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤 (𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐞𝗺𝐚𝐫𝐤) !

Rengoku strives to please you; you’re so sweet to him, and he lives off the attention and the praise that leaves your lips whenever he’s been good. He’ll follow your orders as best as he can, ‘cuz it’s not his fault that he sometimes gets too excited and overstimulated, ‘k? You just get him so worked up he can’t help it!

It’s not his fault he got excited in the mist of studying, it’s all yours, you, with your stupid pretty face and your hands that grip his inner thigh, where he’s so sensitive and he just can’t help but get hard! But you’re so good to him and you’ll give him exactly what he needs; you’ll let him indulge himself just this once, let him use your dick however he pleases.

“Does it feel good?” you ask with difficulty, throat burning as sharp gasps leave your mouth. Rengoku fucks himself on you hard, lifting his hips up ‘till just your tip in, then slamming his hips down. Both of your thighs slap together and you can’t help but wheeze out at every thrust, his muscular body weighing hard on top of your own.

“F-feels good— want more, please,” Rengoku babbles, hands grasping your shirt in an effort to steady himself. He can feel his knees and thighs burn, ‘n he feels tired but it feels so good as well, his cock still hard and leaking even after coming a few times.

“Greedy little thing,” you hum, after Rengoku pulls you into a messy kiss. “Greedy boy wants to be stuffed full of come, huh? Is that what you want?”

You breath stutters as you feel so close to coming, hands gripping Rengoku’s waist and fucking up into his tight cunt as best as you can. Rengoku’s legs give out at that force, and he can’t do anything but moan and drool as you continue to thrust erratically.

“W-wan’it,” he whines, pressing his lips against your neck to mark; and the slight pain only adds to the pleasure for you. “You’re close, right? Want your c-cum— in me, my stomach, want it all, wanna be stuffed by you—”

His words only send you to the edge, fucking up into him as you orgasm, thick ropes of cum being stuffed into his tight hole, just like he wanted it.

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚 : 𝐠𝐢𝐲𝐮𝐮_𝐭𝗼𝗺𝐢𝗼𝐤𝐚 !

#_𝐝𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐟𝐞𝗺𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐳𝐚𝐭𝐢𝗼𝐧, 𝐛𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐫𝐞𝗺𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝗺𝐚𝐬𝗼𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐲𝐮𝐮, 𝐬𝐡𝗼𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝗼𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬 !

“I try to be so nice to you, but you can’t be fucking grateful, can you? You’re such a whore that you can’t come unless someone’s pushing you down ‘n being a ‘lil mean to you, huh?”

Giyuu can only whine in agreement, slightly muffled noises from your hand pressing against his mouth. His hips try desperately to rut back against you, eager for more despite what you’re already giving him. His body urges for more; the stretch, the burn, more pain; the sting of it all makes him so needy his little cock can’t help but get hard.

“Oi, arch your back more.” you demand, pressing a harsh slap against his thigh, which was surely going to leave a mark on his easily bruising skin. He tries his best to follow your demands, he really does! But his body aches so much from multiple orgasms that he can barely move a muscle :(.

Giyuu can only whimper as his lax body is easily manhandled into whatever position you desire, not even caring about the condition his body is in. He likes it a little too much, the stack of bruises on his body, old marks barely fading already covered by new ones— marking him as yours, and only yours.

“Fuck, your cunt feels so good.” You growl, hips slamming against him, “gonna cum, you better take it like a good fucking girl.”

Giyuu tries to speak, voice his agreement, because there’s nothing more he’d want that than you to fill him like he deserves— but you’re so animalistic; shoving his head down into the drool soaked sheets (his mess) so he can’t speak, only muffled whines and noises of pain and pleasure can be heard.

Your hand yanks at his hair and pull him up an his knees; grabbing his throat to lead his face to yours, pulling him into an messy tongue filled kiss. His whines get higher, needier, rising in octaves that’ll surely have his throat sore tomorrow.

Giyuu thinks it’ll definitely be worth it.

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚 : 𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐞𝗺𝐢_𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐳𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐰𝐚 !

#_𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐱?, 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐫𝐞𝗺𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝗼𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐞𝗺𝐢, 𝐩𝗼𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝗼𝐭𝐭𝗼𝗺 𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐞𝗺𝐢, 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐛 𝐭𝗼𝐩 𝗺𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐭𝐰! 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝗺𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝗼𝐧 𝗼𝐟 𝐛𝐥𝗼𝗼𝐝 !

“How many times do I have to say ‘you’re mine’ for you to finally understand?”

You can only gasp as Sanemi’s rough hand grabs your chin harshly, getting extremely close to your face. He sneers at the confused whine that leaves your lips at his statement. He hates it; seeing other whores flocking around you like you’re a piece of meat— you are, but only his. He thought he made that very clear since the first time you fucked; seems like he’s gotta etch it into your dumb brain for you to understand.

“Head back. Now.” But he’s already gripping the back of your hair and forcing it into the place he wants without giving you a chance to respond. Breath fanning over the juncture between your neck and shoulder has you shivering — in fear or desperation, you can’t tell. He revels in that fear and unknowingness emitting off of you.

His hips finally start moving— agonizingly slow; grinding his hips and cock up against your stomach. The whine that emits from your throat is needy, impatient; but you know better than to move. Sanemi’s lips come to suck on your neck, leaving small hickies in his wake— every nip at your skin has you keening, hips twitching desperately at every grind of Sanemi’s.

“Fuck, ‘m close,” he whines, his grinding picking up in speed, yet not enough to bring you closer to the brink. Your eyes water, stuttering words of; “please, faster” and “Sanemi, sir” leave your drooling mouth. Sanemi thinks you look so good like this. Below him, submitting to him. As you should and always will be. Just seeing you like this gets him so close.

You feel yourself being knocked from all air as he finally— finally picks up the pace; rough and fast, chasing desperately for his release. Being denied from pleasure for so long has you so close too, and Sanemi cries; “c’mon, fuck me. Make me come!” has you gripping his thick thighs and thrusting up in and erratic rhythm.

“Sanemi, Sanemi, ‘m coming—! Lemme cum, please? I wanna—” you vision blurs and your mouth opens in a silent cry as Sanemi bites— teeth digging into your shoulder as a final push to make you cum; he can taste the copper on his tongue and feel the warmth of your cum filling his hole. His eyes role back in ecstasy as he reaches his own release.

The bite mark on your neck will surely remind you that you’re his. And when it fades, he’ll just do it again.

#sub top male reader #sub demon slayer #demon slayer x male reader smut #demon slayer x male reader #𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚;: 𝐠𝐢𝐲𝐮𝐮_𝐭𝗼𝗺𝐢𝗼𝐤𝐚 #𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚;: 𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐠𝗼𝐤𝐮_𝐤𝐲𝗼𝐣𝐮𝐫𝗼 #𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚;: 𝐬𝐚𝗺𝐞𝐧𝐢_𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐳𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐰𝐚 #𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚;: 𝐮𝐳𝐮𝐢_𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐧 #sub giyuu #sub uzui #sub sanemi #sub rengoku #tw! bit of blood #✍︎︎. ray’s works !#power bottom uzui #power bottom sanemi #the sup top (tm) is back 🧏🏾‍♂️#top male reader

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archivedzeke · 11 months

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can you imagine incubus! miguel o’hara with a spider like womb tattoo? if you thought he was predatory man before , he’s much worse this way.

he constantly feels the need to drain you of everything you have and more , he feeds off of your energy and his libido is ten times higher.

miguel roll his hips and tease you to high hell , enjoying the fucked out and dazed look in your eyes as his pussy milks you of everything. the way his womb tat would glow red every time you shoot a load into him.

no part of your skin goes untouched , the venom in his fangs keeps you nice and hard for him. miguel wouldn’t let up even if you passed out. he wants to milk you dry. so what if you can’t keep up??

#zekedrabbles ゛🎧#top male reader #dom male reader #miguel o'hara #sub top! reader #miguel o’hara x male reader #miguel o’hara x reader #astv miguel #power bottom! miguel

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gorouinheat · 4 months

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If you want it, then drug it!

( Scaramouche x m!reader ) Minors, fem DNI

- all characters are 18+

cw: non-con to consent at the end?? , use of drugs (aphrodisiacs n’ other stuff), powerbottom!scara, trans scara, scratches, sloppy sex, confession at the end

You're walking towards your best friend Scaramouche's house, feeling the winter chill biting at your cheeks. You're all wrapped up in a cozy coat, gloves, and a scarf, and you're psyched to hang out with Scaramouche since he offered to help you study for your finals. You've been stressing out since your grades have sucked lately, and you're worried about having to retake courses next semester. Thankfully, Scaramouche is a total brainiac who's acing all his classes, so you're hopeful that he can help you turn things around. As you approach his house, you rub your hands together, hoping that it's warm and inviting inside. You could use some blankets and a hot cup of tea right now.

You give the door a firm knock and stand there waiting for him to answer. It seems to be taking him longer than usual, so you start to wonder if he's in the bathroom or if he's just being difficult and making you wait in the cold. You let out an exasperated sigh and knock once more. Finally, he answers the door.

“What took so long? I’m freezing out here, you moron.” You say with your teeth catering from the cold.

Scaramouche stands in the doorway and greets you with a snarky attitude, "Not my fault you don't know how to properly dress for the cold." You roll your eyes and step into the warm embrace of his house, feeling the heat immediately soothe your cold skin. You let out a sigh of relief and a smile spreads across your face as you take off your jacket and shoes. Scaramouche shuts the door behind you and his face contorts into a grimace as he notices you just plopping your jacket carelessly on the floor.

“Hey, remember the coat rack by the door? It's there for a reason," he says with the same attitude in his voice as he picks up your coat and hangs it up. You glance around the cozy living room, admiring the festive Christmas decorations his mom has put up for the holidays. Suddenly, your eyes are drawn to the enchanting mini Christmas village on the side table, and you can't help but feel a little bit of holiday cheer bubbling up inside you.

"6 o'clock is when my mom usually comes home. So, I think it's important we get started on studying now.” Scara says with a hint of sarcasm in his voice. You glance over at him while still admiring the miniature houses and nod in agreement.

As you are standing in the hallway with Scaramouche, he turns to you and tells you that it's time to study. "That means stop looking around like an idiot and go up to my room," he says, snapping his fingers in your face. You feel slightly taken aback but decide to ignore his rudeness and follow him upstairs.

You both enter his room, and Scaramouche heads towards his bookshelf to fetch his study materials. You plop down on his bed, letting out a sigh of relief after walking up the stairs. However, Scaramouche doesn't seem to appreciate your relaxed attitude. "Sit up," he barks at you, smacking your head. You let out a yelp of pain and rub the spot where he hit you.

Feeling annoyed, you sit up straight as he places the books on your lap. You can't help but wonder why he is being so harsh with you. Nonetheless, you try to focus on the task at hand and begin studying with him.

"If you fail this exam, you're spending your Christmas break alone," Scara threatens. You groan and open the books to the study guide pages for the exam. "For you, I won't," you say dryly. Scaramouche's face heats up as he scoffs and sits beside you on the bed.

He helps you study for a bit, leaning up against you as he points at a question that you need help with. His breath tickles you as he talks, of course, he did all of this on purpose but he knew you were too oblivious to that. He did this daily actually, showing obvious signs he likes you but you shrug it off every time. it's really starting to make him upset

You've been studying for the past 30 minutes, trying your best to focus on the dense material in front of you. Just when you thought you couldn't take it anymore, Scaramouche's voice breaks the silence, "Want anything to drink?" You look up, surprised by his sudden offer. "Uhh..sure," you reply, grateful for the interruption. Scaramouche nods and disappears downstairs to prepare your drinks. Meanwhile, you take a deep breath and try to get back into the zone. But your mind is still struggling to process everything, and you can feel the frustration building up inside you. Suddenly, Scaramouche appears again, carrying a tray with two cups of tea. The warm and soothing aroma fills the room, making you feel calmer.

As you reach out to take the cup, you notice a certain glint in Scaramouche's eyes. He hands you the hot cup, and you can instantly smell the aroma of cinnamon tea. "Mmm, it smells so good," you say, feeling content. Scaramouche stands there, grinning, as you take a sip. "Did I make it alright?" he asks innocently. You smile and reply, "You always make the best tea, Scara." You take another sip, and another, while Scaramouche watches you intently. His heart races with anticipation, knowing that he's finally going to get what he wants. His mind wanders for a moment as you finish the tea, and he can't help but feel a sense of satisfaction.

As you place the cup of tea on the nightstand, he snaps out of his thoughts and lets out a deep sigh. You feel the warmth spreading through your belly, soothing your nerves. Suddenly, Scara's cheeky grin returns, and he suggests taking a break from the books for a moment. He sits on the edge of the bed, crossing his legs, inviting you to join him. How could you resist such an offer?

As you hum and ponder for a moment, Scaramouche looks at you expectantly. "What will it be?" he asks, his metallic voice ringing in your ears. You open your mouth to speak, but suddenly feel a wave of dizziness wash over you, causing your sentence to cut short. "You okay, Y/N?" Scaramouche's hand rests on your leg, concern etched into his features.

As you slowly open your eyes, you feel a slight dizziness, but you try to shake it off and try to sit up. Suddenly, you feel Scaramouche's hand on your thigh, and a jolt of electricity runs through your body. You can't help but feel a rush of excitement as you look into his eyes, wondering what he's thinking.

As you rise to your feet, you feel a shiver run down your spine. You gently move Scaramouche’s hand away and take a step forward, feeling a bit unsteady. "I think I need to use the bathroom," you say, your words a bit uncertain. But before you can take another step, your legs give out and you collapse onto the bed once again.

"Take a break and lie down for a moment, Y/N," Scaramouche whispers as he gently props you up on the pillows. He then leans in close to your ear and says, “Let me take care of you.”

You utter a confused "Oh..yeah, okay", trying to make sense of what's going on. You close your eyes in an attempt to steady yourself as the room begins to spin around you. Suddenly, the heat becomes too much to bear, making you long for the freezing cold outside. You start to feel uneasy, fidgeting on the bed and frantically clawing at your jeans. As you struggle to keep your thoughts in check, your mind wanders to something completely unexpected - Scaramouche. You can't help but notice how appetizing he looks right now, but then you quickly remind yourself that he is your best friend. What is happening to you?

You find yourself struggling to stay conscious as you gasp out Scara's name. The heat is too intense, and your head is spinning. Scaramouche looks at you, feigning concern, but you can sense the malevolence behind his facade. Suddenly, you feel his hands, cold as ice, pressing against your chest. It sends shivers down your spine and you try to push him away, but your strength is failing. Scaramouche gradually started to unbutton your shirt.

As you shake your head no, you feel your face getting hot with anger. Scaramouche notices your reaction and quickly moves closer cupping your cheek to calm you down. "Hey, hey, it's just me and you. You can trust me, can't you?" he says in a sad tone, trying to manipulate you.

As you gaze at him, your heart races and you can feel your chest heaving up and down. Despite the nerves, you nod in agreement. Scaramouche is your closest friend; the one who's always been there for you. You know in your heart that he would never do anything to hurt you. Right?

As Scaramouche's warm smile reaches your face, his gentle caress on your cheek sends shivers down your spine. You feel an overwhelming sense of comfort and safety around him. As his hand moves down to your neck, you can't help but feel a tingle of excitement mixed with the comfort. Despite the side effects of the drink you had earlier, the dizziness and confusion continue to linger, but being with Scaramouche makes you forget all your worries.

That was before he made it down to your chest finishing off the rest of the buttons and slipped off your shirt. Scaramouche bites his lip when he sees your chest, running his cold hand against your pecs and down to your belly. A whine slips from your lips as he moves down to remove your pants next. You squeeze your eyes shut when you feel your pants get pulled down to your knees.

Scaramouche sighs as he finally gets what he waited so long for. He reaches for your growing bulge and starts rubbing you through your boxers, “Mm you feel kinda big..” He grins.

Sparks of pleasure course through your body now that the effects of whatever he had put in your drink took their hold. You whine loudly, not expecting this sudden touch. Beginning to feel the sudden need to submit to Scaramouche. All you wanted was for him to have his way with you, you’d just sit there and take it. The swirling pool of desire grows stronger as you jerk your hips up against his hand.

A gasp leaves your lips as you make contact with his hand again. “Scara?.. what are you do-fuck that feels good.” You shudder and moan out as he rubs your clothed tip. Scaramouche grins sinisterly, “yeah? Feels good?” His voice was so smooth and rich, like honey dripping over your senses, that you couldn't help but crave more. As you took in a deep breath, the room seemed to become hazy and distant. You strained to hear what he was saying, but his words were lost in the fog of lust and desire.

Abruptly Scaramouche manages to pull down your boxers, making your cock slap against your stomach. Your hard shaft is swollen with need, already leaking from the burning desire to take Scaramouche. As your eyes fill up with tears and your head starts throbbing, you gaze down at him, feeling a mix of emotions. “Scara..” you mutter, his name seems to be the only thing you can say right now. “Shhh don’t fight it,” he says grabbing your throbbing length, “I’ve wanted this for so long..” he whines as he licks a straight line up your base with His damp tongue.

You bawl your fist against the sheets tightly, nails digging into the palm of your hand. Scara lets out a breathy laugh at your reaction, “cock sensitive?” he says mouthing against your cock, his hot breath making your cock jerk in his hand. You nod dumbly- the drugs making your mind hazy, you don’t care what he does at this point..not that you could muster up the words to say anything right now anyway, only whimpers and whines leaving your lips.

Hastily, Scaramouche flattens his tongue against your mushroom head tip before he gradually sinks his mouth on your cock. You abruptly let out a choked sob from the sudden wave of overwhelming pleasure, making your thighs shudder wildly. As Scaramouche goes further down your length, trying his best not to gag - your cock stretches his throat so good making his eyes roll back in pleasure. You buck your hips up into his mouth out of need, causing your tip to jab the back of Scara’s throat. He gags and jerks his head back up from your length, coughing up saliva that lands on your cock. He inhales shakily as he catches his breath with his eyes squeezed shut. When he gathers his composer again he chuckles, looking back at you with glossy eyes. “My mouth feels that good?” his tone is teasing and he slowly strokes the base of your cock, smearing his saliva all over it.

The sound of squelching comes from the movement where Scara rubs your cock softly. Out of his pleasure, he ruts himself against his mattress as he strokes your length sloppily. Even the slightest gliding of his fingers was making you go crazy. You moan loudly each time his hand reaches your overly sensitive tip. “You moan like a fucking girl.” he snarkily says before leaning his head down and sucking up the pre-cum that flowed out from your cock.

He moans when he feels the salty taste of your pre-cum spread across his tongue, savoring the taste before popping off your cock. He gasps, catching his breath before moving back to his original place. His mouth engulfs your cock, taking in whatever he can down his small throat. His tongue swirls around your sensitive head. The feeling of his lips sliding up and down, combined with the stroking hands of where he couldn’t reach, sends waves of intense pleasure throughout your body.

Your hips shudder as you try to force your cock deeper into his mouth. His hands grip your hips tightly, keeping you still as he continues to take more of you down his throat, gagging before he comes back up and suckles on your cock head.

With a satisfied smirk, Scaramouche pulls away from you, leaving your cock still hard and glistening with his saliva. “I didn’t expect you to taste so good” he purrs, his throat a bit sore. As you lay there, breathlessly and aroused, Scaramouche slowly slides up your body, his lips pressing light kisses along your throat and jawline. You feel him gradually remove his shorts and panties, leaving him only in his black tank top.

You wait impatiently for Scaramouche to position himself on top of you. You can't help but feel frustrated that you can't even speak properly. The pills are still taking effect and you're starting to feel numb all over, making it hard to do anything but whine and wiggle your hips in anticipation.

Scaramouche seeing your anticipation, laughs and looks at you with a sly grin before he positions himself over your throbbing cock, guiding it towards his exposed entrance. “Wanted this for so long..” he whines, his voice suddenly going soft.

“Wouldn’t mind if we went in raw right?” he says softly, not even giving you enough time to respond before he sinks down onto your cock. The moment Scaramouche’s hot, slick cunt engulfs your cock, it feels like the most natural thing in the world, like you were made for only him. His lips wrap around your base, massaging you with his velvet walls. You choked out a loud moan and toss your head back, your mind filled with nothing but the urge to cum.

Scaramouche whines, his face now decorated with a cute blush and teary eyes. Not being able to handle the pleasure, you move your hands up to push Scara off.

Shaking his head rapidly, he whines out “He-hey! No, no please” in a high pitch tone, your cock filling him just right. He swears he feels you in his stomach. He pins your hands down, gasping “Just, ngh- just let me have this.”

He groans softly, his head rolling back as he adjusts to the fullness of your cock. His body shudders, hips rocking back and forth. Your small whimpers and whines encouraging him.

He lets go of your hands and rubs your hips, making you whine and turn your head to the side. His walls being too much for your sensitive cock, you felt like you were going to bust any moment. You let out a shaky sigh as you try to calm down from the overwhelming feeling of his constant squeezing.

Scara’s shaky hands move up to your shoulders and grip them tight, nails digging into your skin - before lifting his hips and plopping back down on your cock. You toss your head back as Scaramouche lets out a high-pitched moan, “fuck! You’re so big…” he whines. Nails breaking your skin as he moves up and down on your cock, nearly knocking the air out of you with each movement. Your head rolled against the pillow as you let out uncontrollable moans, your mind fuzzy with lust.

You didn’t even notice you were drooling til Scaramouche leans down, licks it up from your lips, and kisses you. It was sloppy but loving, you kiss back and slip your tongue into his mouth. The sounds of the sloppy makeout mix in with the constant plap of Scaramouche’s hips hitting yours, filling the room. He moans into your mouth and squeezes his eyes shut as he feels your tip brush against the deepest part of him.

You feel his body tense up before he pulls away, stuttering, “G-god damnit..” A thin strand of saliva still connects your lips as his eyes roll back, and he drops his head onto your shoulder. You feel the sweat from his forehead as he roughly grinds down on your cock, taking one of your hands close to his clit. You feel your tingling fingers against the hot sensitive flesh of his clit, making your fingers do a circle movement on the small nub.

Scaramouche shudders, forcing your fingers to rub faster. “Ah, fuck! …” he tries to catch his breath, his heart racing. “B-Buck into me, m’ so so close” he whines. His hands move to grip your wrist tighter. You were fading in and out of consciousness when you grit your teeth and thrust up into his sopping-wet hole, making another loud plap.

Scaramouche’s tongue rolls out of his mouth, drooling all over your shoulder as you buck into him fast and hitting his spot dead on. He squeals and grips onto you tight, “Fuck- FUCK, Y/N!” He shouts your name as his thighs shudder and give out. “Mmmmph!” He groans, his body tensing at each thrust. He tries his best to hold back his orgasm, wanting nothing more but to cum with you.

You huff, shakily moving your hands on Scara’s hip and gripping them tight enough to bruise. He winces in pain but it's soon lost when you lift his hips and fuck him back down onto your length, making him mewl in pleasure. “A-are you close?” He says in the crook of your neck, his voice trembling. As he feels you nodding against his head, he tightens his grip on you, eagerly grinding against you after each thrust.

His body trembles as he holds back the impending orgasm, his cunt throbbing in anticipation. “Fuck…I can't hold it- please cum..” He gasps, his voice strained.

You hear your heartbeat in your ears as your balls clenched and the swirling in your stomach snaps. You bite hard on Scara’s shoulder as you grunt and shoot your thick load into Scaramouche. He grits his teeth at the bite but feeling your load enter him sends him over the edge. His hips jerk forward as he loses control. His orgasm crashes over him, his back arching as he throws his head back.

“Sh-shit!” He shudders as you feel his walls clenching tight around your cock, milking every last drop of worth from it. You let out a shaky breath, plopping your head back onto the pillow. Your hips twitch from the aftermath of your orgasm, feeling it slowly leak out of Scara’s hole. He lets out a soft moan as he lifts his hips and your cock slips out, his body still trembling from the aftermath of his intense orgasm. His eyes are closed and he doesn’t move for a few moments, keeping you inside. He feels your cum run down his thigh, leaving them sticky.

His eyes open slowly, taking in the sight of you. Your cheeks stained with tears but you had a blissful look on your face.

Scaramouche's mind is plagued with guilt as he dwells on all the things he has done to you, all because of lust. He can't help but feel remorseful for the pain and hurt he has caused you. The weight of his guilt is heavy.

I'm sorry," he mutters, his voice hoarse from his previous actions, but you know he means it. You lick your dry lips and take a breath as Scaramouche continues, defending his actions, "This was the only way I could get you to finally see me. You were always going after people who didn't care about you, always going after people who didn't love you," he rambles. "I love you, Y/N," he says, his voice filled with pain, "I didn't mean to hurt you in the process. It's fine if you never want to talk to me ever again after this.”

You look up at him, trying your best to take in all his words but everything is moving so fast for you. You hear the true guilt in his voice and for a second you feel bad. Probably wasn't the best plan to drug you and then straddle your lap but, the power of possessiveness grows strong over time - it makes you do crazy things. Your heart warms up at his soft words, his confession being a bit cute with sweaty, messy hair and a red face. You smirk, your personality coming back. “I thought it was kinda hot,” you say with a smug look. Scaramouche looks back up at you wide-eyed, soon turning into a glare.

As you hold him in your lap, he looks at you with a red face and mumbles, "Oh shut up and answer me." Without saying a word, you lean in and plant a soft kiss on his lips. "Does that answer your question?" you whisper. He shakes his head and demands, "I wanna hear you say it." You can feel your heartbeat quicken as you consider how to respond.

You gently whisper, "I love you, Scara," and as the words leave your lips, you notice a flicker of emotion in his eyes. His heart flutters in his chest, and he tries to look away to hide the tears that are welling up in his eyes. You can hear his breathing quicken as he takes a moment to compose himself, overwhelmed by the depth of your affection.

As you finish speaking, you can't help but add a bit of sarcasm to your tone. "How's that, or do you want me to say it again?" you say, with a smirk on your face. Scaramouche pinches you hard in embarrassment, causing you to wince and shout out. "Shut it already…that was enough," he says, looking up at you. You can sense the tension and guilt in the room disappearing as your words sink in.

You feel a sudden, intense pain in your head that throbs and pounds with each pulse. The pain is likely a side effect from the numerous pills you took earlier, you groan and rub your head. “What the hell did you exactly give me?” Scaramouche shrugs, his snarky at this returning “I'm not saying, I might have to use it on you again.” You scoff playfully at his words.

“You fucking brat..”

an: day 23 of no pussy, i hated this fic actually 🤓🤓

#trans scaramouche #scaramouche smut #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche x male reader #power bottom #genshin x reader #genshin x you #scaramouche

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seretoningghost · 8 months

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Tomura Shigaraki x Male Reader

Warnings : Belt play, breath play, overstimulation, masochism, light sadism (but its just Y/N enjoying the other kinks and enjoying giving them to Shigaraki)

Idk why he gives me so much inspo, I swear I have other fics in the works like Mezo and Tamaki - I swear😭

Today's Tomura's Vibe song has to be Animal by Mindless Self Indulgence.

Powerbottom Y/N

THIRD PERSON POV

Here Tomura was again, laying on the bed - legs hanging off the bed, feet planted on the ground, pants barely halfway down his thighs.

His belt ripped from its loops, and instead secured around his throat - buckled and squeezing.

Tomura's vision went hazy, tongue lolled, chin dribbling with spit.

Eyes lovestruckenly staring up at Y/N, who was moaning lovely above him - not even looking at him with the bliss from riding his poor denied cock.

Y/N kept the belt taught, listening to Tomura gasp and gargle for breath - but grinning internally as Y/N could feel Tomura's cock throb strongly with each gasp inside him.

One of Tomura's hands held tight to the fine leather belt, unable to relieve some of the tension to even sneak a breath - not like he wanted to anyways.

And his right death gripping on Y/Ns hip, fingers digging into the sexy flesh.

This time Tomura had said something along the lines of finding leadership sexy, and Y/N had to put him in his place - beneath his form.

Y/N had to make sure that despite to everyone elses knowledge - that Tomura was not in charge here.

Tomura always loved to tease Y/N - and get his very own belt used on him.

Tomura even bought a fancy belt with tightening brackets that go the full length of the belt so it could secure around his neck.

Instead of with every bounce of Y/N's hot hips - untightening slightly.

"F-Fuck..." Tomura whimpered, eyes pricking with tears, cock twitching wildly.

The dolly pink hearted cock ring around his straining cock keeping him from ejaculating right then again, just like it had all night.

Tomura knew it was fruitless to beg for release - Y/N was a real powerbottom, and didnt stop until he was satisfied.

Tomura's cock was slowly but surely getting uncomfortable - and raw, it ached and longed to fill Y/N's blazing hot tight insides with his load, but couldn't.

But he was getting more and more addicted to the sensation the more times they did this.

Tomura's eyes got a tad too murky, a soft gasp left his lips, Y/N noticed - looking down and smiling softly.

Moaning softly as he gently slowed down, giving Tomura's belt slack.

Tomura let out a long moan, taking in several panting breaths.

Both oxegyn finally running to his brain and cock - but the man is driven by the cock.

His head throbbed with the impending heavy hangover like headache for tomorrow - and he could more clearly feel the overstimulation in his limb buried deep inside Y/N.

"A-ah-...!" Shigaraki whined.

But now instead gripped tight onto Y/Ns hips, letting out soft panty "ah"s as he made shallow but rather quick thrusts up into Y/N.

Y/N grinning as he pushed his hips down into the thrusts.

Shigaraki's eyes swelled with tears, it hurt, but hurt good.

Shigaraki was at this point only being fueled by the sensation consuming and radiating from his cock.

The vessel for pleasure throbbing harshly inside of Y/N - much to Y/N's enjoyment.

"Y-Y/N~... Y/N~! I-I w-wanna cu-M!" Shigaraki was cut off as Y/N pulled taught on the belt.

Shigaraki loosing his breath and letting out a pleasured cracky squeak, cock throbbing intensely - he would have came just then.

Y/N grinned wildly, recalling how fun it was to ride him with the belt without the cock ring - Shiggy came so much when they did that, but he rarely lasted half the time the duo had been at it currently.

Shigaraki gasped lovingly, gripping tight onto Y/Ns hips, mind being consumed with the desire to pump Y/N full.

Whining animalistically Shigaraki's back arched up, chest heaving as he audibly sucked in air.

Y/N grinned, wrapping the belt around his clenched fist - his hand hardly being 6" from Shigaraki's face.

Tomura's eyes dilated to finally get his sexy hand in view - but once he did - a grin cracked on Shigaraki face.

"O-OhhhHhhhh~" Shigaraki groaned brokenly, cock throbbing again.

If his hardened nipples weren't noticable from under his black shirt before - now they were.

Shigaraki was without a doubt - if he wasn't before - in love.

Shigaraki would be slobbering over Y/N's hand gripped around the belt if it were close enough and still choking him - or be taking Y/Ns cock in his mouth.

"S-Sadist-i-ic p-puppy~" Shigaraki whimpered, tilting his head back slightly.

Y/N moaned, grinning as he leaned forward slightly, getting in Shigaraki's view again.

Tugging on the belt - Shigaraki's eyes dilated again, focusing on Y/N's face.

"Shiggy~ ohh~... Your doing s-so g-gooood for me~.." Y/N purred.

Tomura groaned weakly back, cock throbbing, the demeaning nickname got his rocks off so bad.

If he could be both complimented and degraded in one sentance with it seeming natural - he got so fucking hard.

Y/N sat up fully again, biting his lip - his own cock throbbing.

His prostate was being berated with Tomura's large size.

Y/N whimpered softly, wrapping his free hand tightly around the base of his cock - it throbbing madly in his hand.

Y/N drastically slowed, and gave slack to the belt.

"S-Shiggy~? You ready to cum baby~?" Y/N whimpered, biting his lip and shuddering.

It took a moment but Shigaraki's eyes cleared, giving a stressed loud whimper - nodding frantically.

"Y-Yea-Yeah!" He blurted raspily.

It hurt his throat to talk - but that wouldnt stop him from being verbal during sex.

His cock throbbed wildly.

"Okay~.... Hold back for me babe~.." Y/N whined, pulling off of Shigaraki's cock panting.

Shigaraki simply groaned, feeling his release get dangerously close as Y/N slowly slipped the ring strangling his cock.

But Tomura knew the punishment - he tried his very best to hold it back.

Cock throbbing with a cold pulsation as blood steadily flowed back to his red cock.

Y/N whimpered, seeing the poor sexy cock - wanting to give it a deserved stroke, but knew Tomura would burst then.

"A bit longer Shiggy~.. Your doing soooo good~...." Y/N whined, sitting down on the cock again.

Savoring each raw inch that filled his tight ass.

Finally down to the hilt, the duo panted - both of them staving off orgasm.

Y/N moaned softly, beginning to slowly bounce of Shigaraki's cock.

Y/N got to a medium pace, moaning loudly as he gripped his hand onto his cock.

"C-Cum!" Y/N moaned, instantly pulling taught on the belt.

Shigaraki groaned brokenly, dick throbbing wildly against Y/N's moving walls as he finally released his large load.

Eyes fogging over again he whimpered and moaned strained, clawing onto Y/N's hips like Y/N was the only thing keeping him alive.

Humping up into Y/Ns thrusts.

His orgasm felt like heaven, but soon another overwhelming orgasm rushed over his quivering cock.

Y/N mewling as he let go of his own cock - thick ropes of cum staining Shigaraki's shirt - even getting some on Shigaraki's cheek.

Y/N shuddering lovingly at the hot feeling seeping into him, quickly spreading throughout his insides, pooling into him.

"O-OooHhh~ agAin~!" Y/N whimpered, back arching like a slut.

Shigaraki's arching as well, as if he even heard Y/N ask, he was too long gone in pleasure.

Groaning lowly as he released another load, cock getting much more overstimulated now.

Whimpering and huffing now, out of breath as it stung - but he couldn't get enough of Y/N.

Still hard as a diamond, and throbbing wildly he kept at it.

Y/N's spine wracked with euphoria as Shigaraki kept going, moaning loudly as his cock bobbed - squirting another load messily over Tomura's shirt.

Y/N bit his tongue, groaning loudly as he grabbed tight hold of his cock - fisting his dick madly as he milked his throbbing member.

The two simply whimpered loudly and moaned, Tomura groaning loudly as he let out a orgasm laced with painful overstimulation after.

Tomura kept going however - as he was slowly softening - watching Y/N rub one more out.

Y/N moaning loudly, throwing his head back as he came again.

Shigaraki slowly pacing down as Y/Ns hips stopped moving.

Stopping - panting loudly as Y/N released his belt - his cock steadily softening inside of Y/N.

Tomura's dick throbbed wildly.

The two sat in silence, panting and enjoying eachother.

Finally Y/N sat up a bit straighter.

"You did sooooo good Shiggy~." Y/N cooed affectionately, smiling.

"Y-yeAh...." Shigaraki crackedly whispered, smiling.

"You oWe me Lots of lEMon wAter..."

"Yeah? Well your the one who buys sexy belts like these~..." Y/N grinned, teasing as he twirled the end of the belt.

Shigaraki turned red.

#bnha x male reader #male reader smut #mha x male reader #x male reader #smut #tomura shigaraki #+18 blog #+18 only #+18 content #+18 or +adult only #yaoi #yaoi bl #power bottom #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #masochistic #breathplay #overstim kink

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olivtristan · 7 months

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I'm dying here while I'm waiting for someone to write a scenario in which Nanami rides the reader, cock deep in his ass and so overwhelming that all he can do is hold on reader's hair with one hand - it hurts so bad but it feels so good - and the other on his neck accidental squeezing it

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b4sorex1a · 13 days

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Gavi’s kinks ?

tw: nsfw, minors dni.

— Pablo Gavi’s kinks! Imagine

• Sub play! He’s a natural bratty sub, he likes to think that he’s rough and strong, but he isn’t. He’s needy, easily breakable. Gavi enjoys to be the little spoon, will beg for his lover to fuck him. He has a tendency to become aggressive and emotional very fast, even in sex, so his lover will need to control his state a little, it’s really cute when tears form on his doe eyes and you see him beg.

• Power play! Gavi likes to act like he’s the one in control, like he’s unbeatable. But what he really needs is for someone to take the lead and show him that he’s better off with his mouth occupied on other places rather than talking. Pablo wants to be belittled, even if he insist that annoys him.

• Exhibitionism. Public sex? Yes. He doesn’t care who sees him, when he’s horny he needs to do something about it at that moment. His breathing hitches, his face gets pink, he’s pouting,, Gavi needs it.

• Breeding kink. He really likes the idea of his lover doing that to him, even when it’s just roleplaying. He wants a baby so much, Pablo would whine if you pull out.

• Impact play! Getting spanked if he’s not behaving, getting hit or slapped on the face if he’s disrespectful, it turns him on. He’d curse you but the bulge between his legs speaks more honestly than his words.

• Size kink.

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n0cturna1-m3 · 1 year

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Something New | Dom! Bottom FTM! Gary "Roach" Sanderson x Sub! Top Male Reader | Smut

Minors/Fem DNI

Warnings; Overstimulation, blindfolds, bondage, power bottom/service top, unprotected sex, creampies, multiple orgasms, orgasm control/denial, hand jobs, brief dick sucking

Synopsis; Roach wants to try something new, and his lovely boyfriend is more than happy to oblige.

A/N; Not a request, but i said i'd do this months ago and i been workin on it fer a while (southern accent)

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Roach had tapped him on the shoulder while they were watching a TV show on the couch, cuddling up and winding down after a long mission that had them both separated for some time. It was moments like these that left them both feeling content and happy, all anxiety about work washing away from being in each other's company in their home.

‘I Want to try something new,’ he signed, looking at Y/N eagerly. He quirked an eyebrow at him.

"What?" Y/N asked.

‘In bed. It’ll be fun,’ he urged, smiling at Y/N. He was sceptical but decided that it was worth a shot.

"Okay. What is it you wanna try?"

Roach gave him a mischievous grin and wrapped a hand around his neck, pulling him in for a kiss that he reciprocated quickly. Y/N hummed against his lips and tilted his head to deepen it. Roach let his tongue poke out and run along Y/N’s bottom lip, the latter letting his tongue slip out of his mouth to meet Roach’s.

Before Y/N could deepen their makeout session any further, Roach pulled away and stood up, pulling Y/N up with him. He pulled him along to their bedroom and pushed Y/N onto the bed, climbing into his lap promptly after.

"Hey, you don’t have to go so fast," Y/N said, placing one hand on Roach’s hip and gazing up at him. He shook his head and pressed their lips together once more, his hands holding the back of Y/N’s neck tightly while he snaked his arms around his waist to hug him closer. Roach slipped his tongue into Y/N’s mouth and relished in the moan that met his ears.

Y/N let one hand slide down Roach’s back to cup his ass, squeezing one cheek in his hand. Roach’s hips bucked forward into Y/N’s, slowly grinding his groyne against Y/N’s through their pants. Little whimpers slipped past Y/N’s lips, his grip on Roach tightening slightly. He slid his hands under Roach’s shirt and squeezed his flesh, running his fingertips up the pale skin with a ghost-like touch. Roach shivered and bit Y/N’s lip softly between his teeth, pulling at it and nibbling lightly while Y/N grunted.

He moved his hands down again and shoved them under Roach’s pants, grabbing his ass, only for Roach to take his hands off of him and pin them to the bed.

"What, am I not allowed to touch you now?" he said. Roach smiled and kissed his cheek before standing up, walking to the closet, and rummaging through it.

Eventually, he found what he was looking for and turned around with a relatively small box. He waved his hand for Y/N to sit back in the middle of the bed, him complying and resting his back against the headboard while Roach crawled onto the bed and sat on his knees in front of Y/N. He opened the box and pulled out a coil of rope. Y/N stared at it for a moment before looking back at Roach, who sported an eager face.

"You wanna do that?" he asked hesitantly. Roach nodded hopefully. "Okay."

Roach smiled with his teeth, Y/N taking the opportunity to admire his slightly crooked teeth. They were quite possibly one of his favourite features on Roach.

It was charming.

He motioned for Y/N to scoot forward, the latter doing so and allowing Roach to carefully wrap the rope around his body.

And now Y/N was lying against the mattress, his arms firmly bound behind his back with intricate knots pulled taut over his chest, the skin dimpling on spots that squeezed him tighter. He felt slightly uncomfortable, but it was mostly out of nervousness. This was new and foreign to them both. Y/N felt safe in Roach’s care, though.

Roach lifted a blindfold and looked at Y/N expectantly.

"Sure," he said, nodding.

‘Tell me if you want to stop,’ Roach signed.

Y/N smiled and said quietly, "Okay."

He raised his head, and Roach reached forward to carefully put the blindfold over his eyes.

"A little looser, please." Roach loosened it slightly. "That’s better. Thank you, Gary."

Roach traced his fingers up Y/N’s stomach, only letting his fingertips grace the skin, causing him to shiver. His cock was half-hard, lying against his stomach, hot and flush and waiting for attention. Roach dragged his fingers down his stomach and wrapped his hand around Y/N, giving him a few firm strokes before turning away to grab the bottle of lube beside him.

Popping open the cap, he poured some directly onto Y/N's cock, the latter grunting at the cold temperature. Roach grasped his dick again and began stroking it to fullness, admiring Y/N as his stomach rose and fell with deep breaths. His legs twitched, and his head pushed back against the pillows while he furrowed his eyebrows. He perked up when he heard Roach rummaging through the box with his free hand, anticipation making his blood boil and spread throughout his body.

The moan he let out when Roach turned on a small vibrator and pressed it against the head of his cock was utterly enthralling. Roach’s eyes widened, and he stared at Y/N as he continued fisting his cock, his heart pounding in his chest as the man before he wiggled and grit his teeth, deep moans resonating from deep in his throat.

He had never seen Y/N like this before. So whiny and desperate. Roach’s cock twitched in his pants, but he ignored his own neediness for now, instead placing the vibrator in his palm and pumping Y/N's cock quickly. He twisted his wrist and rubbed over the head when he reached it.

"Fuck, fuck!" Y/N moaned. It was a borderline cry, and it was oh-so appetising to Gary. "I’m gonna- oh, bloody hell!"

He didn't get the chance to finish his sentence as he proceeded to spill onto his stomach, muscles tensing from Roach’s hand that didn't cease its movement. He attempted to close his legs, but Roach just pinned one thigh down with his hand and used his knee to hold the other against the bed.

Y/N's mouth hung open, a slew of moans and pleas for Roach to slow down falling from his bitten lips. Roach leaned down and kissed his shoulder, trailing up to his neck and sucking a hickey onto the soft skin.

"Please!" Y/N slurred, his mouth full of saliva that threatened to spill past his lips. The hand on his cock slowed significantly, almost painfully slow. Then he let go of him entirely and switched off the vibrator, grinning as Y/N's hips bucked up and the man groaning in frustration.

Biting his lip, Roach dragged his nails along the underside of Y/N’s cock and watched it jump. As he breathed deeply, the ropes across his body strained against the skin, pressing into the flesh and irritating it slightly.

Roach rubbed the head of Y/N’s cock with the tip of his finger and leaned forward, ghosting his lips over his ear before blowing gently. He let out a strange noise and sucked in a breath, holding it for a moment before letting it out. Wrapping his hand around Y/N’s cock again, Roach began stroking him quickly, squeezing him tight. His other hand rested on Y/N’s ribcage as he kissed and sucked on Y/N’s neck.

His legs twitched, and he let out a throaty moan that subsequently caused Roach to let go of his weeping erection. He sat up slightly and planted a wet kiss on Y/N’s lips before sitting back on his knees, arms limp at his sides.

Gary eyed him hungrily like a vulture plucking meat from the bone as he devoured the sight in front of him. His mouth was slightly agape, shallow breaths slipping past his swollen lips. His skin was hot to the touch, glistening with sweat. Come pooled on his stomach, seeping into the cord that held him tightly restrained.

The big prize, however, was Y/N’s cock, hot and throbbing and slick with lube and his fluids. Roach licked his lips and moved back onto the bed, quickly shedding his boxers. Arousal dripped from his sex, wetting his thighs and fingers as he slipped two through his folds.

Pursing his lips to stifle a moan, he lurched forward and rested his head on Y/N’s thigh, his face so close to his dick that he could feel Roach’s breath fanning over his skin. He rubbed himself quickly, huffing hot air onto Y/N without care.

He whimpered and jolted his hips up, a silent plea for Roach to quit teasing and get on with it. Luckily, he complied.

Roach thought, "How precious," as he placed his lips on the shaft of Y/N's dick.

Y/N grunted and bit his tongue while Roach kissed his way to the tip of his cock, eventually pulling the foreskin back with his thumb. He pressed his tongue flat against the head, dragging it over the wet gland before taking it into his mouth and sucking softly. He slipped his fingers deep into his cunt while slowly taking more of Y/N into his mouth.

Gary hummed quietly when the tip of his cock reached the back of his throat, choking slightly. He began bobbing his head up and down, sucking softly.

"Shit," Y/N whimpered as he bucked his hips into Roach’s mouth.

The latter gagged and furrowed his eyebrows, grazing his teeth against the skin as a warning. Y/N shivered at the painful stimuli, rolling his hips up again. Roach pulled off him, removing his fingers from his cunt, and glared at Y/N as he whined and writhed on the bed.

He moved back up the bed and placed his knee between Y/N’s legs, gradually putting pressure on his cock until it began to hurt.

"Ow! Fuh- Gary…" he moaned, again trying to close his legs but being stopped by Roach’s firm grip.

Roach leaned down, dipping his head into Y/N’s neck. "If you keep moving, I’ll leave you here," he whispered. Y/N whimpered but nodded.

Fuck, Roach’s voice turned him on to no end. It was rare that he’d speak, so it was always low and raspy. But it was also soft and warm, leaving Y/N’s face warmer than before.

"Good boy."

He could have come from that alone, and he almost did. A droplet of come dripped from his cock and onto his stomach.

God, Gary would be the death of him.

Roach sat back again and looked at Y/N’s cock. He then decided that he couldn't wait any longer.

He placed his hands on the back of Y/N’s thighs just below his knees and pushed them to his chest. Y/N grunted, biting his lip while Roach held his cock in place and slowly slipped it inside himself.

Fuck, he was so wet, clamping around Y/N tightly as he rolled his hips forward. His head was spinning, sweat rolling down his forehead and getting caught in the blindfold. Roach sighs with contentment and begins rocking his hips back and forth, taking Y/N slowly inside of him.

The position allows a different angle, a new angle that was driving them equally crazy. Y/N’s cock dragged along Roach’s insides, pressing into him just right and causing Roach to shiver and falter in pace.

He pursed his lips and whined, pulling off Y/N's cock with a quiet, slick, wet sound. He moved one of Y/N’s legs to be laid on the bed again and straddled his thigh, moving one knee to be beside his waist with the other behind his other thigh, before taking the other leg over his shoulder and hugging it to his chest.

Roach scooted forward and held Y/N's erection in place before slowly sinking it into himself. Moany-grunts met Y/N’s ears, filling his brain and making his cock jump.

"Christ, eugh," he moaned, clenching his sweaty fists underneath him. "Close- I’m so..!"

"Fill me up, baby," Roach whispered in a sultry tone. Y/N shuddered and came, legs shaking while moaning through gritted teeth as his cock spurted hot come into his cunt.

Roach gave him a moment to wind down before he began to move. Raising himself and dropping back down relatively quickly, wet sounds filled the room, both from Roach’s arousal and Y/N’s release.

He shifted his leg slightly to fuck himself deeper on Y/N's cock, rolling his hips back and forth so it would press into his sweet spot just right. Y/N whimpered with overstimulation, tossing his head to the side and biting on the pillow beneath his head to help cope with it.

God, he’s close. Roach moved one hand in between his legs, fingers rubbing his dick quickly. Y/N let the pillow call from his teeth and moaned as Roach tightened around him from pleasure. Roach rested his face on Y/N’s leg, pressing his cheek into him and breathing heavily as he neared orgasm.

"I- I can’t," Y/N stuttered, shaking under Roach.

"A little more," he said.

Y/N let out a sob, tears welling in his eyes. He let out a cry as he came inside Roach again, the hot liquid filling him. Roach bit his lip at the feeling of heat pooling in his stomach.

Tears dampened the blindfold over Y/N’s eyes as he started to cry, his chest heaving and lips quivering.

"No more, please!" he sobbed. Roach grinned and let go of his leg, reaching up to cup his jaw before leaning down and kissing his lips. Y/N sighed and leaned into it, knitting his eyebrows together.

"A little more," Gary whispered. Y/N nodded and licked Gary’s tongue. He hummed and picked up his pace, chasing his impending orgasm as Y/N writhed and whimpered.

Gary shivered, his jaw falling slack as he came. His eyes were screwed shut, cunt squeezing Y/N and forcing him to come again. He moved his hands to hold Y/N’s neck, fingers shaking as he kissed him sweetly.

He slid off Y/N’s cock, come dripping out of him and onto his spent dick. Gary pecked his lips before pulling back and slipping off the blindfold. Y/N blinked up at him, eyelashes wet with tears.

Roach kissed his forehead and wiped the sweat from his brow. He sat up, pulling Y/N’s attention with him.

‘Let’s get you cleaned up,’ he signed.

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