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klausysworld · 7 months

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Hey! Can I request some mean dom klaus with teasing and cockwarming?

She knew better

Klaus let out a low chuckle as he felt his girls face pressed between his thighs, nuzzling at his crotch like a desperate little slut. He could feel his cock pressing against his jeans, the warmth of her breath going through the material until it heated the tip of his eagerly awaiting dick. But still Klaus only stroked her hair knowingly, his fingers scratching at her scalp every now and then as he watched her drool on his lap.

“Poor baby” he mocked with a pout “so needy” he murmured, stroking her cheek and encouraging her to lick at the rough fabric so that his cock could just about feel the delicate sensation. Her whines only pleased him more as he felt her desperation rise, fuelling his ego and pride even more.

Klaus loved how she would beg, how she would submit and behave for him. So easy to control and command.

He had been listening to her sweet lips plead for his cock for what he could only assume to be hours as the day grew older. Her arousal was beyond obvious, he could smell it with his senses and hear the wetness when she would move as her pretty pussy wept for him.

Her face had been nudging at his pants for ages, desperate whimpers for him to let her at least see it, touch and taste. And yet for some reason which she could never understand, he denied her. Purely for his own cruel fantasies, watching her suffer and beg. Of course Klaus knew that eventually he’d let her have it, he’d probably fuck her until she couldn’t stay conscious and even then she wouldn’t want him to stop. He was obsessed with how desperate she was for him all the time, loved him like to other and let him treat her like a fuck doll? What was she a love-struck demon? Certainly no angel with a needy cunt like hers.

“Please” she cried, pressing her open mouth to his crotch, her teeth grazing along his thigh, along his cock causing a sharp shiver through his body. Her eyes looked up at him, begging him silently. His fingers gripped her hair tightly, pulling her face out from between his legs making her whine.

“Shut up, love” he mumbled, pushing her back down onto her knees as he tore the button off his jeans and finally pushed them down. As expected her hands quickly helped drag them down his legs to his ankles so she could get between them. The action made him chuckle and his hand grabbed her face when she went to nuzzle it against his boxers. “Easy sweetheart” he teased as he pulled himself out of his briefs.

“Bloody hell” he breathed, stroking his pulsing, dripping cock. He let go of her face, watching her moan immediately and shove her face forward, her mouth straight onto his shaft. He breathed in heavily as her saliva coated him effectively, her tongue lapping and lips sucking as much as she could all at once. Klaus let his head lean back against his chair, much like a King in his throne. A faithful servant between his legs.

His hands gripped her hair and the arm of his chair for dear life as she tried to suck his soul through his dick. The sound of her hot little throat struggling to keep him in only turned him on more as she forced her head up and down him. His fingers twisted in her hair, tangling in it and pulling it painfully but she just couldn’t care less.

Within minutes his hips were moving, fast and harsh as he shoved himself down her throat over and over. He could feel the warm tears fall down her face and onto him while her hands caressed at his balls and her mouth made a mixture of blurry noises between her chokes and gags.

A mixture of his hips snapping up and her head being shoved down resulted in thick spurts of warmth spilling down her welcoming throat as she swallowed over and over. Klaus groaned loudly, still bobbing her head back and forward with his hands caging her face. His eyes closed for a second as he listened to her gulp his cum down as though it were her first drink in days.

Once she had licked up every last drop he pulled her off of him. An instant whine left her and he patted her cheek with a hum. “Let me see” he whispered lowly. She spread her thighs at the command, lifting her dress up so he could see her bare pussy. Her thighs were slick in her arousal and he smirked at the sight. “Oh dear” he murmured, a soft chuckle leaving his lips making her whimper.

He moved his hands under her arms and lifted her with ease into his lap, her open thighs allowed her to easily straddle him. Her soaked cunt pressed against his solid cock which was still wet from her mouth. His hands slid round to her back and found the zip at the top of her dress. It was a sweet dress she had purposefully put on to tease him, a seemingly innocent dress but by now they both knew better.

Regardless of what it was supposed to represent, he pulled it from her frame and tossed it to the floor with a sigh. She let out a breathy “yes” as her skin rose with goosebumps and his warm hands slid down her arms as he vibrated with a hum.

Her eyes stayed on his hooded ones as he looked down at her. His hands moved to her breasts, giving them a firm squeeze to hear her little moan of slight satisfaction. Klaus could feel her cunt pulse against his cock and slid his hands back round to her back. His lips began to upturn into a small smile as he let his hand smack her ass harshly. He felt his body jolt and a short cry left her as she knocked forward. He slapped her again making her press her knees against the edges of the seat either side of his thighs.

He smiled when she lifted herself and grabbed her hips tightly, her hands moved on instinct to grab his shoulders as he shoved her back down but this time onto his cock. A loud moan left her and she immediately went to bounce on top of him but he didn’t let go of her hips and kept her down.

Her eyes lifted to meet his in confusion, he only looked back at her with an amused twinkle. “Klaus” she whimpered and he hummed knowingly “please” she begged.

“Please what?” He teased

“Fuck me” she whined and he chuckled

“Later” he promised but she only looked offended making him resist the urge to laugh

“Now” she complained

“No” he answered simply and her brows furrowed

“Why not?”

“Because what I say goes” he answered without hesitation and she fell quiet. He raised a brow “doesn’t it?” He pressed and after a beat she nodded with a sigh.

“Yes” she whispered and he smirked.

“Good girl” he praised. “Now come here” he gestured her close and she obediently leaned against his chest. Her naked front pressed to his clothed one and his hands stroked her back with a hum. Her face moved to hide in his neck, breathing his scent which only made her wetter.

He could feel her trying to subtly grind herself against him, he made sure to put a stop to that as his hand bet her ass in another abrupt slap. A yelp left her and her nails dug into his shoulders through his henley. “What did I say?” He growled and she whimpered submissively.

“Mm sorry” she mumbled, pressing her nose to his skin. He gave another smack but a little lighter, enjoyed how her body would flinch and her pussy would tighten. She sniffled softly as she wrapped her arms around his neck and closed her eyes. She tried her best to settle herself and just appreciated the fullness of his cock inside her. Her ass stung and her body was trembling in desperation but she didn’t move this time. She knew better.

He rubbed his hand up and down her spine slowly, spreading a trail of warmth across her skin. Both hands moved down to her thighs, caressing them tenderly and feeling her tight little pussy squeeze him needily in response as his fingers brushed closer to her core.

Her teeth sunk into her lip when she felt one of his fingers stroke at her clit. Her tummy twisted pleasantly and her awareness of his dick inside her seemed to heighten. His throat vibrated with a hum against her cheek as he circled her sensitive little button. Her breathing staggered as he began to rub her slowly.

“Don’t make a sound” he whispered, a smirk on his face. She nodded obediently, her hands curled into his henley and held on tightly. Meanwhile his fingers played between her legs, flicking, stroking, rubbing relentlessly. Her breathing was a mess, tears slipped down her face and onto his shoulder whilst she struggled. Both her tongue and lip were bleeding from how harshly she bit into it to keep her desperate noises at bay like he said to and he could feel her nails imprinting his skin.

It took every ounce of will to not grind against him as he used a second finger to play with her little bud of nerves. She could feel his cock leak inside her as he began to move his fingers against her at an inhuman speed. He knew she wouldn’t be able to handle the friction and a pleased, amused grin spread across his face at the loud cry she let out, her hands clinging to him for near life as her his jumped to get away from the harsh touch.

“I thought you wanted to play” he whispered gravelly and she whimpered, her eyes watery with desperation.

“Play nice” she whined and he let out a laugh

“I don’t play nice sweetheart, and I don’t play fair” he told her as his hand moved to grab her chin, pulling her face away from his neck to look at her. He wiped away the little tear under her eye and looked to the blood that pooled on her lips. Without hesitation he leaned down and slid his tongue across it, letting out a groan as her blood tickled his taste buds. Her mouth opened and he wrapped his tongue around hers like he knew she needed.

The soft moan she released at the way her cunt squeezed him was enough conformation. He wrapped his hand round her throat as his mouth dominated hers. His other moved down to her waist, wrapping his whole arm around it and pulling her as close as he could. He could feel her walls grip his cock tightly as he did so, he knew she’d lose it soon.

And he was right.

Once his fingers were toying with her poor clit while his lips moved from her mouth to her throat and his cock twitched inside her, she was fully crying. Sniffles and gasps sounding from her as little tears scattered down her cheeks so matter how much she tried to wipe them. His fingers moved to their own rhythm, sometimes painfully fast and other times it was torturously slow. His hips always still. No matter how many pleas she sobbed for him to fuck her, he wouldn’t give her even one thrust.

She mumbled and moaned into his chest, her hands trembling as she held onto his shirt so tightly that her nails went through it and into her own palms. Her lower belly felt like it was ready to explode but Klaus wouldn’t let it.

“Nik please” she gasped and he hummed

“But I’m having fun” he murmured, kissing her neck before pulling away and resting his chin on top her head. “Are you having fun my love?” He asked and she nodded her head, then shook her head and making him chuckle. “Sweet girl” he purred and she cried.

He leaned forward, squishing her against him and grabbed his jeans from the ground and pulled them up. She frowned and wiped her eyes “what…” she whispered as he put them on but didn’t do them up, keeping her on his cock.

“Everyone’s getting home sweetheart, I don’t want them all knowing how you’ve soaked my thighs now do I?” He muttered, kissing her forehead “Now don’t move, be good and I’ll fuck you silly before bed” he whispered, pulling her dress over her head and adjusting the skirt so nobody could tell she didn’t have any panties on or, more importantly, that he was inside her. She let out a disappointed and frustrated huff and he smirked.

“Good girl” he uttered with a wet kiss to her cheek as his family began to filter in and he told them that she was tired and had a headache. He could feel her angry glare on his face when he stroked her hair but it didn’t stop the smile on his face from growing. His hand had to cover his face to stop himself from laughing when her pussy clenched and she would give a muffled “I hate you”

It was a long day and at the end of it, he gave her a cruel smile, kissed her cheek and told her he was too tired.

She slept with him still inside her, just waiting for morning to arise so she could finally have her reward. After all she knew better than to rush it.

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diejager · 2 months

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New Beginings

Pairing: dark!Krueger & König x doll!reader

Cw: DARKFIC, DUB-CON/NON-CON, possessive behaviour, smut, rough sex, manhandling, overstimulation, mean!Krueger, creampie, cunnilingus, fingering, tell me if I missed any. Wc: 1.3k

Your new body was… odd. Once, you didn’t need substinence, you could live without eating, or drinking, or breathing, but you now needed food, water, sleep and air to continue on. You didn’t understand how humans could live with such restraint, a body so easily broken and weak when all you did was sit and collect dust until you were cleaned by your caretaker. It was difficult to live this way, it was such a stark difference to your usual life. You were a fragile thing, spending most of your days limp and tiredly laying on your nest of blanket and softness in the golden cage Kruegerbought you.

Krueger was a distant relative of your father, he might’ve shared your father’s blood and pride, but he was nothing, if not vastly different from him. Sebastian Krueger was a crude and brash man, voice low and arrogant while he manhandled you with cruel and careless hands, pushing and pulling you around his broad figure. Unlike your thin and artistic father, Krueger was a firm and strong man, skin scarred from past battles, some won and some lost, but it added to his terrifying image as much as his veil did.

After your rebirth, he moved you to an elegant, golden cage where you would live the rest of your life, completely at his mercy. He knew you would depend on him for nourishment, for relief and for company, locked away in the shadow of his bedroom to stare and admire like someone would do to a dove —you were his dove, an angel who’s wings he clipped to keep. He kept to a strict routine, he woke you up with a rough shake, his calloused fingers sinking into your softer skin to pull you out, whether or not you were used to using and feeling your legs didn’t matter, whatever he said goes.

He fed you three times a day with snacks spread across the day, stuffing you round with food despite your complaints about not being hungry anymore, unused to having an body that necessitated food to work. Then he’d sit you on his lap as he worked, his hand sliding down your waist to grip your hip, sometimes staying put while he signed papers, and others straying to your thighs, kneading your oversensitive fat until you squirm and whine.

He mostly kept his hands to himself when he was busy working, his mind cued sharply into finishing his work for the day to lounge and relax, but he liked - insisted on - touching you whenever he could, rucking up the edge of your dress and cupping the uncomfortable heat of your mound, curling his fingers through your slit and thumb your throbbing clit. He seemed to enjoy your high mewls and writhing, back arched forward and grinding your ass into a hard and painful bulge in his pants.

Often times, you’d end up splayed over his desk, your clothes ripped in half from the top and left hanging under you while he rammed into you, his low grunts and cruel degrading left you in a wet and cock dumb mess of whining and crying. The red and swollen head of his cock battering your cervix, wringing orgasm after orgasm from you until he had his fill, the tip spurting hot and heavy ropes of thick cum. When he was done, he sat you on his half-hard cock, the girth still wide enough to plug you without reaching for one, your tear-strained eyes blinking tiredly and head resting against his neck.

That was usually what he did: breakfast, work, fucking you, dinner, fucking you, relaxing, supper, relaxing and fucking you to sleep, rarely diverting from it if he could. Krueger was a creature of routines, familiarity and strict form, thriving off his military training to teach you how to walk and talk, building a rigid structure to teach you. He could be cruel with his words, rough with his hands and perverted with his eyes, but he was… loving in a sense, despite how mean he was, he cared for you and provided for you in your uselessness.

But unlike Krueger, who was heartlessly taunting to you, his roommate - König - was gentle and careful with you, playing with you as if you were still the porcelain doll you used to be. König was the giant of the two, a tall and broad man who stood twice as tall and twice as big as you, a seemingly monster in his rights. His wide palms petting your mop of hair, thick fingers carding through the bothersome knots and dressing you up for the day. He was a second factor of your routine, if you weren’t with Krueger, you were with him.

He wasn’t cruel like Krueger, dauntingly stern, yes, but he never degraded you and laughed when you teared up. He was surprisingly tender with you, handling you with a softness that reminded you of your late father, mumbling quietly to you and showering you in affection. König praised you and loved you in his own way, a sickening and possessive obsession, mumbling promises that he would protect you from all the world’s cruelty, but what about his roommate’s ruthlessness? He told you not to worry your pretty, little head about him, Krueger couldn’t be fixed, it was the effect of whatever he lived through in battle.

König might’ve been your favourite between the two for how he isn’t purposefully mean, he didn’t degrade you, he didn’t growl and hiss at you, and he didn’t break his word. But he was still your captor, a man with as much - if not more - needs and wants as Krueger, with how often he pawed at your shorts, pushing them down your thighs to rut his cock between the sweep of your ass, carving a space between your clefs. If he was feeling particularly merciful, he’d stretch you enough, a thick and long finger filling your tight cunt before another pushed in, drowning your pained mewls and pants with his scarred lips. He always made you come once or twice, stuffing three fingers in an effort to fit his monstrous size, his girth and length too much for you. Much to your dismay, he made it fit, it was hot and steely, ploughing through you like you were made to take it, your slick and his abundance of pre making his thrusts smooth and easy.

If he was feeling sadistic, he would spend hours preparing you, holding you against his chest by a firm grip on your throat, your ankles hooked under him as he took his time fingering you. He praised you, his deeper growl wonderfully soft while he pampered you with his unending insistence of wetting his sheets with your musk, for the smell of your cum and sweat to stick to his room. He held you down to thrust his fingers, the palm of his hand rubbing your swollen nub, landing sharp slaps on your wet thighs until you’re sobbing out in overstimulation, writhing and fighting him with every claw and hit.

Only when you stared blankly ahead, drool rolling down your chin and limbs spasming, does he finally fuck you, bottoming out in a quick snap of his hips and pounding you into his bed. He moved you to his whims, sometimes face down and ass up, other times folded in, your legs swung over his shoulders and back curved almost uncomfortably. You’re lucky you were made flexible, seemingly outworldly with how easily König and Krueger bent you over every surface of the house and folded you in half to watch their cocks break you in and your cunt gape, oozing their thick and bitter cum.

You hoped you’d get used to the workings of your body soon, your shaking limbs and painful cramps hindering you in your attempts to flee, to spread your wings and escape your golden cage.

“We just wants what’s best for you, Rehkitz.”

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denim-devil · 2 years

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Kinktober Day 4 - Facefucking

Pairings - Jimmy Darling x Male reader

A/N - Kinktober is finally here! Here is Day one, I really hope you enjoy reading as much as enjoyed writing, can’t wait to write more!!

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You really were as beautiful as the townsmen claimed, Jimmy had front row seats to your beauty, fuck he was captivated by you, the way you confidently perched yourself on your knees, how your supple lips easily wrapped around the tip of his cock.

He couldn’t think straight, didn’t even allow himself to, how could he, you were so damn fucking pretty for him on your knees. Your wet eyes glittered underneath the ambient lighting of his secluded caravan, tears slipped down your flushed cheeks adding a depth to you, to your beauty.

Jimmy watched you hungrily bob your head, each time lowering yourself until your lips were met with the base of his girth. You steadied yourself by gripping his thighs, your choking becoming more frequent.

“So pretty peaches, all for me- fuck” the nickname almost sent you into overdrive, he was so fucking sweet to you and it had your brain become mush, his dick the only thing you wanted to attend to because fuck…Jimmy Darling was something else.

You began to pick up a rhythm once Jimmy settled into his seat, his much larger hands gripping both sides of your head, using you to get himself off, he usually wasn’t this selfish but you brought it out in him, how could he not be selfish when you were so giving.

Saliva not only coated his cock but your chin too, the gaps at the corners of your lips allowing easy flow for the bodily fluid to slip and spill, you were lucky though, Jimmy loved it messy, judging by his smirk you could tell so.

“Those men were right- fuck; your just so cock hungry, what the fuck have I been missin’ doll?”

He was such a dirty fucker, his words had your eyes rolling into the back of your head, had the ache between your legs grow, blossoming into an erection, you were such a fucking slut even his words had you rutting into his leg.

Jimmy wiggled his leg against you before using his hands to cage your head in, holding you in place. You gagged, squeezing your eyes shut allowing tears to slip past your soaked lashes, joining the spit that bubbled slowly down your slick chin.

You were a mess, but Jimmy loved it, he loved it a little too much. Your cheeks were pinker now, almost fucked out but you kept going, allowing Jimmy to lazily rock your head back and forth.

“So close Peaches, you're doin’ so well, promise” he softly groaned which motivated your movements. He began to twitch on your tongue which spurred you to pull away softly with a “pop” before greedily wrapping a hand around his slick member.

You flick your wrist slowly, watching the skin lap over his angry, deep, velvet-red tip.

One.

Two.

Three.

Holding your mouth open, you dangle your tongue allowing each spurt of his load to land on the wet muscle. Jimmy couldn’t look away, his eyes watering, lips parting to allow his trapped moans out, now this is a sight he’d never forget.

“So fuckin’- fuckin’ pretty”

#male reader #x male reader #ahs freakshow #jimmy darling #evan peters #kinktober 2022 #smut #fluff

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cuethediscoandthedrinks · 1 year

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chief jim hopper's kinklist (top 5) ✨

i'm liking these lists, so i've elected to explore hop's kinks. ur welcome

oral (receiving)~

as a soft!dom i'd say that hopper's definitely into this. i've said it before (in this post here!), and i'll say it again; hop loves getting his dick sucked. not even sucked like blowjob sucked, but straight up slobbered all over for an hour-long session kind of sucked. he's happy to eat you out, but not nearly as much as seeing your pretty face nestled up against his throbbing cock, smearing his precum all over your cheeks and pink lips for him.

it's hot, and he's perfectly happy to let you know with the soft, hearty groans, 'fffuck..'s and 'hnnnghs' he lets out for both your and his pleasure. something about feeling that wet, sticky heat of your mouth tightly suckling on his swollen head, all the while feeling your warm tongue licking languidly at his cock + seeing your glazed over doe-eyes and spit-covered face just makes him get all hard and leaky for you, ngl.

somnophilia/sleep play~

this form of foreplay can often extend to other aspects of your sex lives too - once consent is all figured out, he's more than happy to wake you up with some groping, squeezing and hot open-mouthed kisses to your jaw and exposed neck. nuzzled together, spooning in bed is his favorite. despite loving to let you suck him off, it's only because he lets you. he's still a soft dom, so having the power to awaken his partner, and immediately get them all wet and warm from his ministrations is def a big kink of his.

likewise, he's not against the occasional morning cock-sucking session; opening his eyes, casting his now lusty gaze down to you, softly and sensually deepthroating his thickened length, only taking breaks to slurp and kiss his shaft and balls isn't likely something he's going to reject. esp after a hard day's work at the station, maybe he gets back for a 'quick' nap, only to wake up to spurting his warm load all over your awaiting tongue i mean- ofc he'd like that

experimentation~

perhaps more left-field here, but i see hopper as pretty open to things in the bedroom. the only rule is that it's relaxed, honest and relatively simple (i def think he's a bit of a lazy papa bear in bed). for example, he's happy to experiment with bondage: seeing you tied up against the bedposts, legs forcibly spread, pussy open and aching for his reddened cock is a more than welcome fantasy; but this is via some fuzzy handcuffs (or straight up the ones he keeps on his belt, reminding him on the job of just who he's going home to), not an elaborate set of knots and loops, or something resembling spiderman's webs more than you tied up and ready for a good, long, lusty fuck.

really, i think anything you bring up he'll give a try; as long as it has a 'here's one i made earlier' kind of energy. want to smear maple syrup all over your tits, and have him lick it off? sure, but if you don't have that syrup with you on-hand, he's putting the prospect in his save-for-later-spankbank and might buy some next time he's in the grocery store. he's not one for prepping in advance, but if you have what you want, he's happy to watch you struggle and squirm into place, and then get pleasuring you bc he's soft!dom material through and through.

24/7 play~

he's def the stereotype of wide but shallow net i think. he's game for anything, but not to the point of keeping you locked up in a cage all day, or leading you on a leash (etc). that said, he's happy to continue whatever it is you're both currently into all day long. doesn't matter where he is. as we've seen, he's often unbothered about how he comes across, and does exactly what he wants, when he wants. this applies to you, too.

if you have a choker you love to wear, a vibrator you love to walk around with inside you, an extra tight pair of panties that rub just right, or an affinity for calling him a special name, he's perfectly happy to let it fly anywhere. the store? he's turning the vibrator up to 6 to watch u squirm. the station? he's getting up close behind you and pulling those panties extra high, just to make you squeal. in the kitchen? he's looping an index finger around your collar, and pulling u in for an extra sloppy kiss. his soft!dom logic is that when his baby's happy, he's happy. aww what a papa bear slut

sensual foreplay/body worship~

linking heavily to his need for domming, but in with daddy energy, he's a lover of sensual foreplay. this is less rose petals, candles or fancy dates, and more lubed up oily erotic massages (on him esp), leaving a trail of hot wet hickeys along your ass and thighs, or wantonly, unabashedly groping and squeezing whatever body part he can reach of yours. he esp loves to do so when you bend over to reach the tv remote on the coffee table; right in front of him your pretty soft thighs and pussy are so close, so ofc he's running his fingers across ur clothed opening, or giving some playful spanks to the swells of ur ass, i mean-

for him it's the same deal. he's a himbo, even if he lacks the self-awareness to know, he knows he likes it when you eyefuck him, or check him out extra obviously when he's fixing a car or screwing a light bulb for u. similarly, a very easy way to get him worked up is to make a comment abt his weight; if he's looking extra insulated and you grope his tummy or thighs, he's gonne feel extra hot ngl. likewise, when he's back from work, heaving a big sigh and unbuttoning his just a little too-tight work shirt, nothing gets him harder than seeing your lip caught between your teeth, looking him up and down, and rubbing your pussy to the view of him standing right there, tbh.

mmmm i liked this one and season two hopper was extra special ngl

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cosmictapestry · 1 year

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A2 or C2 would be delightful! You do such sweet Morphienne smut.

2. lucienne’s breeding kink

ohhh thank you!!!! 🥺🥺🥺🥺

these ones Do Not Work To Be Combined so if someone else requests C2 i will do that one. also this one is not sweet at all it's just nasty raunchy horny god bless!!

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As much as Lucienne loves to move things slow, to make sweet love to her lord, there are days when all she really wants is to be fucked hard.

It is a long, long time before she convinces Lord Morpheus that, yes, she wants it from him, she wants him covering her and surrounding her and inside her and filling her—wants to feel him the next day—and it takes even longer to convince him that part of the appeal is him cutting loose, too.

It is a long series of trial and error before they get to the point where he can see her, know what she wants, decide whether or not it's something he's up for, and give it to her, and enjoy himself.

Lucienne lies on her front, prone and bare and resplendent on luxurious sheets. When she gets like this she feels hot, so hot, so frantic, aching for him, and he knows it, and he walks in and he sees her and he decides he needs it too.

Lord Morpheus crawls up behind her, kisses from her calves up to her thighs, quick, frantic, big fine hands massaging her arse, kneading the flesh, parting her cheeks to lick her, lick into her, and finding her so wet for him, fighting not to grind back on his face, and he groans.

He drapes himself over her back, cool and smooth and sleek skin, his thighs caging hers, his feet hooking around her calves to spread her legs, breath hot on her neck. He pins her with his body, mounts her thoroughly, reaches one hand down to guide himself into her cunt with a throaty, animalistic moan. Her lord cants his hips down, drives himself deep inside her, a little too quickly, like he can’t help it, just the way she likes it, and his other hand wraps around her throat and doesn't squeeze, just holds.

Lucienne feels held, feels surrounded, feels pinned in place as he begins to rock, trying to let her adjust, but unable to resist the heat and the tightness of her body. With a groan Lord Morpheus begins to fuck her, fuck her so deep, his hips driving down mercilessly and his breath ragged in her ear and his hand tightening on her throat, coming close to cutting off the stream of sing-song whimpers spilling from her mouth. Her hands clench in the sheets when they would so like to score down his back as each snapping thrust feels like it’s touching something in her soul.

Lord Morpheus bites her shoulder and growls his ecstasy and stills as he comes deep inside her, Lucienne wails as she feels him pulse and throb, ready to beg him to start moving again and then gasps when he does. He, still coming, still shuddering and spurting, fucks his seed into her, the glide slick and easy and making him pant open-mouthed against her skin like a beast.

Lucienne is helpless beneath him as he ruts without regard for anything but the way her cunt feels around his cock.

She comes so hard her vision fizzes gray and her legs fight his own only to be pinned down, forced still. She wails, her body rolling, and Lord Morpheus fucks her into the mattress, wringing her of ecstasy without meaning to, blind to anything but base sensory input in his primal thrall. He groans and gasps, oversensitized and tormented by the clenching of her body around him, his fingers digging into her jaw to lift her head and arch her neck so he can lick her, scent her, bite and kiss behind one pointy ear.

Lucienne is unable to do anything but lie there and take it, letting herself be reduced to the strain in her neck, the slap of his sharp hips against her arse, his tongue burning and cooling on her skin, her voice rising higher and breathier, his hand sliding up to her open panting mouth and hooking his fingers inside, resting on her tongue. Her mouth closes on those fingers, sucks them, bites down, stars again igniting inside of her and claiming her, racking her, scorching through her. Her body struggles and clenches and is still pinned, still being fucked, even as she returns to her overwrought senses.

“My lord, my lord, my lord, Dream,” she keens, begs, sobs, the sound overlaid with the slap of skin on skin and the squelching of penetration and Lord Morpheus’s own litany of punched-out, desperate grunts.

“So good,” he slurs in her ear and his tears mingle with her sweat. “So good, you feel so good,” and his hips stutter, grind, like her body was crafted for him to fuck and fill and he cannot control himself, cannot keep himself from biting the back of her neck, like he’s taking her by the scruff, claiming her. He buries himself deep, legs flexing around her own to push him closer, sinking as far as he can into her cunt and shouting his climax.

He seems to pulse for an eternity, moaning sweetly and brokenly into her skin and slipping his fingers from her mouth, letting her head fall forward onto the bed. His hips twitch even now, like he’s trying to crawl inside her body and stay there. He, panting, asks, “was that alright?” because there isn't a single time they've done this that he hasn't fretted afterwards. “Lucienne?”

Lucienne groans, boneless and sore and positively throbbing where she’s full of his cock and his seed. “So good.”

Lord Morpheus chuckles breathlessly, kisses the marks he’s left on her neck and her shoulder and behind her ear, caresses her cheek with one soft hand, the ever-present coolness of him a balm on her overheated skin. Still covering her, pressing her down, keeping her safe and pinned beneath him.

#don't you want god to see the chasm in you and fill it??? don't you???#sorry.#this one IS more intense and contains fantasies of (enjoyed!!!!!) helplessness just as a warning!!!#everything is still 100% negotiated and fun and mutually enjoyed <3 #the sandman #morphienne #x #minors dni #good morning here’s some filth lmao

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ashersanity · 4 months

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— “I’m back, dear. It must’ve been so lonely without me.. Doggy deserves a treat for that, yeah?”

-> content warning! dub-con, pet play, mind-break, kidnapping? top m creep! reader x puppy boy character.

Christ, the familiar hum of your voice drawing closer once more, creaking footsteps steadily approaching as you make your way down the wooden stairs. How long has it been since he’s been in here anyway? Days? Weeks, maybe? Couldn’t even fucking tell with how excruciatingly long the hours ticked by, especially with the routine you had set in place, conditioning him to perk up at the slightest hint of your presence. Like a damn dog dutifully waiting for its owner’s return.

Well, to say your plan had worked to say the least, beautifully so.

Those eyes of his, normally defiant, now attentively peering up at you as you unlocked the cage, temporarily freeing him from his confines. At last, he gets a bit of space to move around in, right? Fuck no. He knows what time it is, knows exactly what awaits him once he tentatively crawls out of his enclosure, face met with your throbbing hard-on straining against the front of your jeans. The fabric dampened by pre-cum, glinting in the dim lighting. Shit, he knows by then. Click of your belt hastily being unbuckled, zipper haphazardly undone as you slip your waistband past your hips with practiced ease, freeing your weeping cock from its constricting confines. Dick lightly smacking against the soft of your stomach, hating the way saliva pools in his mouth at the lewd sight of your bare cock, itching to drag the flat of his tongue along the base, up until the flushed tip.

— “Roll over for me, puppy. Now be a good boy, will you?”

Gently tugging on the leash attached to his leathered collar, you gave him a once over, grinning at his own arousal visibly growing at the nickname.

No, instead, it seems he’s receiving a different kind of reward today. A huffed pant leaving his lips as he lazily rolls over onto his back, legs willingly spread apart for your eyes only, to openly leer at. What a good fucking pet you have raised, presenting himself like a needy whore in heat, begging to be bred full of your fat cock and cum. Not one to deny your mutt of a well-earned treat, right?

— “Good pup. Going to breed your dumb puppy hole full, alright?”

Leaning over his frame, you rhythmically papped the tip of your cockhead against his slicked, wet hole, groaning out a low curse beneath your breath as you shoved the entirety of your length inside, stuffing him full. Watching his adorable expression morphing into one of blissful pleasure, tongue left lolling out of his mouth that you hungrily press your lips against, sucking on the pink, little thing. Nothing was better than this — Shit, nothing could beat the addictive feel of having your cock snugly warmed by his tight heat, the squelch of his sloppy hole ruthlessly getting fucked by you, only you.

— “Hah — Fuck, you feel so good and warm.. So, so good.. Such a good puppy.”

Couldn’t even do anything, only able to babble helplessly with every slam of your hips meeting his own, grip tightening around the tender flesh, promising to leave fresh marks behind the already tainted skin. Stomach tightening, heat building up in the depths of his guts, it’s unavoidable really. Just a human response to react this way, right? But fuck, he can’t even control himself as you swallow him whole, fucking him for all he’s worth.

— “Good boy. Shit.. — My good boy.”

And, embarrassingly so, it’s enough to have him cumming pathetically all over himself — White strings of cum spurting out of his bobbing, leaking dick between his thighs, splattering across his belly. Even as you do the same, fucking your seed into his velvety insides and staining it white, his legs lock around your waist, unwilling to let go.

— “D-Don’t.. stop, please.” He pleads with a whine, despite himself, despite knowing better than to ask for more. As you halt in your movements, gazing over his bent form, utterly ruined by you, you smirk.

— “Can’t deny my puppy of his needs, hm? I’ll give you what you want then. Just be a good boy and take it.” You coo, lovingly planting a gentle kiss atop his head before your hips snap, smacking against his reddened, sore ass again and drawing another strangled whimper from him.

Fuck. You’re going to be the death of him.

whitney, suguru geto?, ryomen sukuna?, gojo satoru?, xiao?, scaramouche?, diluc ragnivindr?, reo mikage?, micheal kaiser?, yoichi isagi?, your favorites. fucking forgot again.

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pleasantanathema · 3 years

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Miche Zacharias | Ripe

Pairing: Miche x Fem!Reader

Rating: Explicit (18+ Only)

Warnings: Breeding, Cum Eating, A Lot of Cum, Multiple Orgasms, Established Relationship

Word Count: 1.7k

A/N: This is part of my Nine Muses Event to celebrate 9k! Follow the link to read more fanfics I’m writing to celebrate. All this excessive cum is dedicated to the love of my life @titan-fodder, thank you for always encouraging me and hyping me up 💖

“I can smell when you’re ovulating. It’s sweeter,” Miche buried his nose into your neck, stubble sending sparks up your skin, “thicker.”

“There’s no way you can smell that.”

Insistent hands pulled at your shirt, fingers sneaking underneath to rub against your sides.

He moved you easily, like a doll on strings, pinning you against the door and caging you in with all his brawn. Your palms pushing against his chest were useless; Miche had always been like this, some unmovable force in your life. Always pressing against you, capturing you when you least expected it, just because he could. Because he knew you wanted him all the same.

“Babe I can smell a titan a mile away, of course I can smell what’s happening in this sweet little body of yours.”

A purr almost left your throat from how good it felt to have his large hands smoothing over your stomach, thumbs dipping below your waistband to tease closer to what he wanted. Your fingers curled into the green threads of his shirt, toes stretching as you tried to get closer. He dipped his head with a smirk, tongue sweeping into your mouth without question, dark, acidic notes of lingering wine stinging the back of your cheeks. It was bitter, addictive.

Thrills spread across your back as you kissed him, sloppy, open mouthed and sinful. You liked being his dirty little secret, always fucking him when no one was looking. You’d done it for years, curling around each other late at night, drinking down cum and slick like hidden ambrosia.

Long fingers wandered further into your pants, sinking into the wetness between your folds. A gasp left your mouth, but still you kept chasing his lips, drowning in him.

“I should breed you,” he whispered.

The words made your ears burn, made your lungs feel too hot. It was like you were already in the hazey headspace of sex and he’d barely even touched you.

“Think about it,” his palms were white-hot heat as he stripped you, lips sucking at the tender places on your body that made you keen, “we’d make the prettiest babies.”

You would, gods you knew that. Miche’s seed would be strong, virile, would create babies with brilliant green eyes and pretty faces. Something was churning in your belly, something deep, something blooming and ripe that was screaming to take part in the miracles of sex.

“Everyone would catch on if I started swelling with a baby-sized bump.”

“They would. But you’re mine anyways, doesn’t matter.”

He finished tearing the clothes away from your body, heavy fingers trailing over your stomach as he stood, skimming up to your breasts to pinch at your nipples.

“Get on the bed.”

You already knew what he wanted, crawling onto sheets that smelled like him—leather and coffee, warm and inviting, like home—and pressing your face into the pillows, arching your hips up as he stood at the edge of the bed stroking his cock.

“Fuck. Look at that pretty pussy.” A massive hand cupped your ass, his thumb making you shiver as he stroked over your folds, dipping the tip into your wetness so he could watch it stain his skin. “Let’s see how much cum you can take.”

The burn of him sinking inside of you was always a shock, a smoldering pleasure that made you feel so weak, so full. He used to have to prep you, but over time he learned you liked the arousing pain, liked to feel every fucking inch of him as he took his time letting your cunt suck him in.

His fingers were already on your clit before he even started moving, making you whimper and nearly buckle from the influx of pleasure that invaded your system.

“Been smelling you all fucking day, baby. Want you to milk this cock.”

You almost toppled over when he started to thrust, little waves of delight spreading up your spine with every drag of his cock along your walls. He knew how to play you, circling your clit so perfectly that you were already shaking. Your lower belly already hurt from clenching, all the euphoria rushing to your head and making you feel drunk.

“God you get so fucking tight,” he grunted, starting the kind of brutal pace that told you he was already aiming for the endgame, ready to fill you up and watch you drip.

“Fucking god, Miche, you can’t just—” but he could, your walls clamping before you could even enjoy the build up of orgasm, Miche pinching your clit just enough to wring your orgasm out of you. It almost hurt, so fast and hot and had your pussy so tight that you felt like you were going to burst around his cock.

The tight squeeze brought him closer, had him releasing your clit so he could use his long arms to pull you up by your shoulders. You were still spent, body only moving in response to his powerful hips slapping into your ass. He loosely placed his hands around your neck, pulling you back harder with the fresh leverage.

Your whole world felt centered around the drumming of his cock on your insides. It all still burned, like a warm, wet glow between your legs, filled to the brim with him. You were gasping and moaning, little sounds you just couldn’t help, too overwhelmed, too lost.

Those massive hands of his got tighter around your throat. Miche’s grunts were kissing your ears, like a rhythmic hymn that he loved to pray.

“Yeah, fuck, gonna breed you, baby, fuck my seed into you.”

Lewd words and sounds made you flush, heat racing up your neck to your ears.

He almost choked you when he came, hips stilling for a moment so you could both feel the way his cock pulsed. It was already too much cum to keep in, dribbles spilling out over your pussy and around his cock to paint the inside of your thighs.

But he didn’t stop.

Miche pulled your back to his chest, stretching your aching muscles as you stayed on your knees. His cock was still hard and twitching inside of you, fat and heavy as he started to push back into you. Your head dipped back against his shoulder, one of his hands holding your neck while the other splayed across your stomach before moving lower. Two fingers slid along the folds of your cunt, spreading around his intrusive cock so he could feel the mess he left behind.

“I’ve got you, baby,” he groaned, lifting those fingers to your mouth. You took them in, mewling at the taste of cum and slick pooling against your tongue. He kept your mouth stuffed with the digits, allowing you to scream around them as he picked up his pace.

He was a man determined. He promised you cum, threatened to breed you, and he was going to.

You could feel the power within his thighs as he slammed into you, feeling his cock buried so deep you knew you would feel its ghost lingering within you for hours, days. Your used, sensitive clit was signing from his balls against it, your legs nearly crumpling from the force of his enormous body against yours.

This time your pleasure was building, each plunge of cock sending you higher and higher into the clouds of ecstasy. It was too good, too much, and his cum just kept trickling down your legs as the time passed. It was mesmerizing to focus on the feel of the wetness spurting from your conjoined bodies with every rock of hips.

Miche licked up your neck, beautiful nose sniffing in the scents of your sex, your skin.

“You’re so fucking ripe.”

He withdrew his fingers from your mouth, brushing the wet knuckles over one of your bouncing tits, twisting at your nipple.

“W-want more,” you choked out, neck arched entirely back onto his broad shoulder.

“More what? Tell me.”

You took a moment just to gasp with everything thrust of his cock, trying to keep your wits.

“Cum, mphf, want more of your cum.”

He cursed into your neck, moving his hands to push your hips down, to bounce you on his cock like you were a tight little cocksleeve. He mumbled something about needing to feel you again, long fingers stretching back to your clit that was spread over him. It was electric, had you spiraling, pussy spasming against him, slick gushing with every crest of pleasure that came over your body. Your ears burned, your throat was dry, your head tingling with desire so forceful you felt like you had exploded. Your climax had you splitting apart, and also sucking him in so deep that it had him pouring his load into you.

You were both so out of breath, you falling back onto your hands and knees on the mattress as Miche finally pulled his still throbbing cock from your cunt. You were ruined, the tightening of your belly making cum continuously bubble out your hole, drooling onto the sheets.

“You look so pretty covered in cum.”

Miche’s fingers were back between your legs, making you yelp as fingertips glided over your clit. Then he smoothed his fingers down your thighs, gathering what cum was still traveling down your legs. He pushed that lost cum back inside of you, making your fists tighten into the sheets. Over and over again he repeated the motion, taking his time to gather every viscous droplet and push it back into your quivering cunt.

“Can’t let any go to waste,” he chuckled, eyes gleaming as he marveled over how much cum you could take. What still leaked out he gathered again, coaching you onto your back so he could dip his cum covered digits past your lips. You licked against his knuckles, sucking them in with a greedy smile.

“Tastes good,” you cooed, observing how he was still enamored with staring at your glossy pussy.

“Get used to it, I’m keeping you stuffed with cum until I put a baby in you.”

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navegandoaciegas · 3 years

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Not so shy now

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x f!Reader

Summary: You’ve been pushing Bucky’s buttons for days, and he finally snaps.

Warnings: smut, 18+, watersports, omorashi, dom!Bucky, brat!reader, a lil’ bit of humiliation and daddy kink, outdoor sex, rough sex.

A/N: I don’t usually write dom!Bucky, but I hope you’ll like this!

You weren’t one for the outdoors, that Bucky had found out the hard way a couple hours into your mission together, being the sole witness to your bitching and complaining for hours on end.

10 days later, all he wanted to do was bludgeon you to sleep until the mission was over.

Or alternatively, fuck you stupid until you’d all but forget about your backpack being too heavy, the bugs being gross, the blisters in your feet too painful and the meals too bland.

He’d been painfully hard for days and his ears just needed a break from your endless complaints, and stuffing your loud mouth with his aching cock seemed like a practical solution to both problems.

And Bucky was nothing but a practical man.

“Barnes,” you huffed, voice coming out in a childish whine, “Bucky? Buck? Let’s take a break, I need to pee.”

And of course, the biggest problem that had surfaced in your time together: you drank like a camel but your bladder had the capacity of a toddler’s.

“You went less than an hour ago, you can’t be serious right now.”

You, on the other hand, watched in amusement as Bucky turned around, a murderous glint in his eyes. You wondered how much more he could take, how much more you could push, until your grumpy but collected colleague would finally snap.

You felt giddy with excitement imagining all the ways that vibranium arm of his could put you in your place. Would he slap you, choke you, pull your hair? Would he be condescending or mean, how much would he degrade you, and most importantly how much could you take before you broke?

“I couldn’t really go,” you shrugged, feigning innocence, “I was scared that a bug would crawl up my ass, to be honest. And I have a shy bladder, you know. Can’t pee if you’re hovering behind the trees.”

“I wasn’t hovering,” he cried out in disbelief, crossing his arms over his middle.

You smiled wryly, following the flexing muscles of his bulging biceps with your eyes.

“You kind of have a hovering problem, Barnes. A staring one too but we can unpack all that later, I really need to pee right now.”

You stomped over to him, swinging your backpack over your shoulder and hitting him square in the chest with it, mumbling a ‘thanks’. He let out a wheeze, stumbling back as you kept walking.

“You fuckin’ brat,” you heard him grumble, “Been gettin’ on my damn nerves all week.”

You heard a loud thump behind you, and before you could turn around, you were yanked by the arm, and your back hit the trunk of a tree as Bucky caged you against it with his beefy frame.

“It’s about time someone put you in your place, isn’t it? You’ve been running your mouth, so loud and so fuckin’ annoying, bitching and moaning about everything.”

You opened your mouth to sass back at him, but his rough, callous hand grabbed your jaw, shutting you up.

“I’ll give you a reason to bitch and moan, sweetheart.”

Before you could process it, Bucky slanted his mouth against yours in a messy kiss, all clattering teeth and drool, his hands forcefully roaming over your body, you tightly clutching his biceps for support.

You were dripping already, panties ruined with the amount of slick that leaked out of your pussy.

You’d been fantasizing about this moment for nearly a year, and in the end it had only taken you 10 days to crack your colleague. Although, as one of his hands groped your breasts and the other kneaded your ass, you had the feeling that he would be the one to crack you. And your back, and neck.

His hips bucked against yours, and your walls fluttered against nothing as you felt his hard length press on you. You’d accidentally seen him before, and you knew he was going to fill you up like no one ever could before him.

You could ignore the pressure in your bladder and the simmering pain in your lower belly for the moment, in favor of losing yourself in the warmth of his built body, in the shivers that ran down your spine with every one of his rough touches.

In a blur, your t-shirt was discarded, your bra ripped and your pants and panties shoved down your legs, while he stood completely clothed over you.

His thick fingers weren’t delicate when they cupped your cunt, harshly pressing down on your engorged clit, but he was so intoxicating that you could forget the scratch of his nails and the mosquitoes tormenting your ankles.

Fuck, neither of you smelled like roses after a whole day of hiking, but all that you could feel was Bucky and the goosebumps and love bites he left behind.

He leaned back just to watch his fingers dip into your dripping folds, smirking at the way you shuddered.

“Fuck, I just knew you were a fuckin’ whore, you’re so wet for me.”

He plunged inside you, feeling your walls clamp down on his hand.

“What, cat’s got your tongue? You’ve been pestering me all week, if I knew this would get you to shut up I would have done it before, doll.”

You moaned his name when his fingers curled inside you, and the tingly sensation in your lower abdomen made your eyes widen in realization.

You still needed to piss. A lot. And the more Bucky’s vibranium hand jerked inside your pussy, the more your urge grew, the pressure so painfully, maddening pleasant.

Bucky latched his lips onto your pulse point, sucking a bruise on it. You clenched your thighs, whining in shame and need, as you fought the urge to release in his hand.

If you accidentally pissed on him, you’d just quit your job and change identity.

You couldn’t bear the shame of it, brows scrunching as you willed your tense muscles to hold in.

Bucky was none the wiser, continuing his ministration and mistaking your heaving chest and copious sweat for pleasure.

It was delirious, brain turned to mush as part of you wanted to let go and cum (and piss), while the other restrained your urges, and witheld your orgasm.

Bucky’s thick fingers inched you closer and closer to your release, but you bit on your lip and dug your nails in his back to stop you from falling off the edge.

“Don’t hold yourself back, doll. I wanna see you fall apart on my fingers and on my cock, wanna make you cream my fingers, pretty girl. I know you can do it.”

Your entire body shook as he doubled his efforts, panting against your ear as his arm vibrated inside your pussy.

You squeezed your eyes shut, body on fire as you tried and failed to conjure any gross image that could sour your mood. None of it worked, though.

A sharp yet somewhat delicate slap on your face brought you face to face with Bucky’s pissed expression.

“Damn brat, never doing what she’s asked,” he tsked, shaking his head, “You’re lucky you’re so pretty.”

You whined in disappointment but internally cheered when his fingers slipped out of you, and despite the emptiness he left behind, your aching bladder could finally sigh in relief.

Relief that was short lived when he manhandled you again, spinning you around and slamming you front against the tree, ass up in the air.

“I’ve been waiting for this for so long,” you heard him mumble as he tugged his sweats and boxers down to free himself, “Wanted you for so long.”

He slapped his leaking cock on your ass, hot and heavy.

“Please, Bucky, please,” you whimpered, parting your legs wider.

You should have been begging for him to stop, but the ache in your pussy was too unbearable, and the prospect of his fat cock splitting you in half too appetizing.

“I like the sound of that, c-could get used to this.”

You felt as the breath had been knocked out of you when he breached your entrance, your gummy walls sucking him in. He felt better than you’d imagined all those lonely nights with your fingers down your panties, his name on your tongue as you made yourself cum imagining his hand instead of yours.

His breaths tickled the back of your ear as he gave you time to adjust, bracing one arm against the tree and the other on your shoulder.

Once he started thrusting inside you, the ache returned, stronger than it had been before.

His cock hit all the right spots inside you, which also meant that it jammed against your bursting bladder with each forceful snap of his hips.

The heat in your core was so great that you couldn’t feel the bark scratch against your chest, or the sweat trickling down his hair onto your back.

Again, you wanted to beg him to stop but words failed you, and all you could muster were some broken whimpers as your tongue lolled out of your mouth and you lost your mind on his dick.

The more he pistoned inside you, the more your need to cum grew, the more the idea of pissing all over yourself and Bucky seemed less scary.

“I can feel your tight pussy clamping down on me, doll. So tight, so good to me. Fuck,” he groaned, lost in his own pleasure, cock swelling inside, “‘M all yours, all yours.”

His arm snaked around your waist to pull you flush to his chest, which proved to be an awful move when his hand pressed against your bladder and you shrieked, a spurt of piss erupting out of you.

“God, you’re squirting? Oh God, fuck,” he grunted, clenching his teeth, “I’ve never made anyone do that before.”

You wanted to laugh, and cry.

“Bucky, Buck, stop, please, stop, I can’t, I-“

“Yes, you can, you’re doing so good for me, c’mon.”

“Bucky, no.”

Your tone was much harder than before, and Bucky froze like a deer caught in the headlight behind you.

You could feel his heaving chest on your back, and could sense his confusion in the air.

“But I thought…?” he muttered, pulling out of you, “Did I hurt you?”

You debated lying to him, but settled on telling the truth despite how humiliating it could be.

“No,” you hesitated, drawing in a deep breath, “‘S just, I really need to pee, I can’t hold it anymore.”

The air was still for a moment. You gulped, not daring to meet his eyes. After what felt like a century, you heard a low growl behind you.

“You and this damn piss,” he grunted, “Gettin’ on my nerves again, you fuckin’ brat. Always drinking water and whining like a child.”

His fingers dug painfully in your hips, surely leaving bruises behind. You were too speechless to protest.

“‘Bout time I teach you a lesson, sweetheart. I’ve been too good to you, and like the little brat you are, you’ve taken advantage.”

Bucky slammed his cock inside you again, pistoning his hips with brutal force while his hand found your front again.

The pad of his callous finger traced the bulge of your bladder, tickling the skin before pressing down on the swelling.

You had no time to think or react before your body acted on its own, releasing another spurt of hot piss against the tree.

You clenched your muscles to hold the rest of the piss in, and Bucky groaned behind you, feeling your pussy throb around him. You could tell he was getting off on your humiliation, watching you struggle to keep your dignity as he played your body like a fiddle.

“And I thought you were squirting,” he chuckles, “C’mon, piss all over yourself like the dumb bitch you are, princess. Show daddy how stupid his little toy is.”

Had you been more conscious, his alternating moods would have given you whiplash, but your sole reaction was to clamp down harder on him, biting on your lips until you could taste your blood on your tongue.

His cock dragging up and down your walls, the pressure in your cunt, the pain in your bladder, his hand on your belly, it was all becoming too much.

You opened your mouth to scream and all that came out were incoherent mumblings as you released all over yourself and his cock, your hot piss coming out in spurts as he kept fucking you.

“Dumb fuckin’ brat, you’re gonna be a good girl and cream all over daddy’s fat cock, aren’t you?”

You nodded, trembling head to toe with the sweetest release you’d ever felt, mind completely wiped as you lost control over your own body.

“Daddy, daddy please,” you wailed, “Make me cum, please.”

Your voice didn’t sound like your own as you begged, Bucky’s words lost on you when the ring in your ears got louder and louder.

You didn’t realize you were cumming until waves of searing hot pleasure crashed through you, the orgasm so intense you felt like you were going to black out.

You had the impression of being underwater, blissfully disoriented from reality, Bucky’s cock being to only thing to ground you.

You felt him throb and grow inside you, and he came with a grunt, filling your cunt with his hot cum so much that it began spilling out of your pussy while he was still hard inside you.

You both slumped against the tree, his arms around your chest, his head on your shoulder.

You were covered in dirt, piss, sweat and cum, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to care.

“Not so shy now, that bladder of yours, hm?”

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konigsblog · 8 months

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some smut, COD concepts that are rotting my mind away 🎀

dub-con, aphrodisiac, werewolf, hybrids, kidnapping, necromancy, gangbang, weed use, brat taming, size kink, dbf, legal age gap, professor/college student roleplay, creepy behaviour...

thinking about farmer!price fucking his sweetheart after a stressful day down in the village. coming home drunk and tipsy, before begging for a nice, sloppy blowjob from his lover.

or, gaz and soap eating your slick pussy while price and simon fuck your throat raw. strained, raspy voice coming out painful, moans stuttered as they force two, thick and heavy cocks down your throat, covered in drool. you're already babbling from johnny and kyle lapping at your pussy; fighting eachother for the opportunity to suck at your sensitive clit, two moaning messes between your caked thighs.

perhaps, kidnapper!reader taking the 141 because she's just so insane for them. she's known them for what feels like ages. finally locking them in her basement, getting them attached and attracted to her. and, you won't hesitate to let them use you as a reward for being good and obedient. if they're horrible, they get forced into a tiny cage which clearly doesn't fit someone of their stature, forced to watch as another member fucks you raw.

more on necromancer!kidnapper!ghost who terrifys you and slaps you around the place. spitting in your face and fucking you brutally til you're a desperate, wet meas beneath them.

stoner!gaz having you suck him off nice and well while he has his friends over. they all embarass and humilate you for sucking him off so lazily, getting you to put more effort into it despite the effects from the weed and your heavy eyelids. all of them using your throat till it's raw.

los vaqueros (and perhaps valeria) using aphrodisiacs on f!reader and using them while they're desperate and wet. full of cum and slick, your pussy sloppy as drags her tongue along your slit, licking alejandro's girthy cock while rudy fucks your ass.

on a softer note, farmer!soap taking care of highland cow hybrid!reader. grooming and cleaning her, pretty white little panties covering your skin, your tits out and your tail being brushed as he washes you inside a bucket of water. i have an idea that farmer!soap likes small tits — groping and sucking on them till they're puffy.

werewolf!price who loves big tits. sucking on them and squeezing them, trying his absolute hardest not to bite you, eventually muzzling him while riding his thick cock. admiring how your tits bounce, mesmerised and kneading them with his claws.

ghost!könig who's able to fuck deep into you whenever he pleases. fucking his big, fat cock into your slick pussy while your showering. watching as your expression turns lustful and your knees become weak as he slams into you, deep and hard.

physics professor!könig ploughing into you because you failed the test. he believes you should've studied harder. each thrust, he groans and occasionally asks a question, each time you get it wrong, he spanks you with a ruler till your ass is painful and your cunt is swollen from his relentless fuckings.

gambler!horangi who gambles with you. if he wins, he gets to fuck you. if you win, you get to do whatever you want to him. from him doing 69 with you, to you spanking and pegging him while tutting, shaming and humilating him for losing.

pornstar!price stroking his cock for pornstar!reader. spurting thick drops of seed all over your face before fucking you relentlessly. your pussy full and sloppy, cameraman!simon zooming in on your cunny to watch as john drills his big cock into you mercilessly.

4 keegans having a gangbang with you. hoarse and husky voice sending shivers down your spine, your eyes watery as 2 keegans penetrate your slick pussy, the other 2 fucking your tight asshole.

mean!adler putting you in your place. a brat tamer who's definitely into punishments. spanking you and recording it for you to watch back. or, exhibition kink. in the bar, getting fingered by him while he acts all nonchalant and you're dripping down his hand.

brat tamer!mace who loves 69. huge, fat dick pushed down your throat while he grips your smaller hips tightly and eats you out like a starved man. definite size kink. loves hearing you struggle while he eats you out like it's a profession.

dbf!frank woods treating his best friend's daughter like a slut in the bathroom at a get-together. having you moan his name as he pounds into you with a painful, throbbing pace. taking your panties and leaving you bare with drops of semen dripping down your thighs the entire time.

creep!hesh begging you to huff and suck at his boxers while he huffs at your used panties. a missing pair with a cum stain on them, ignoring your accusations and stuffing his boxer briefs further into your mouth while wet humping you.

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planetdream · 2 years

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55 and beomgyu please i'm on my knees BEGGING

— 🍉

oh, bestie...

55. “It’s my thigh or nothing, I’m not helping you get off.”

— this post contains; smut [thigh riding]

usually, and almost surprisingly, the hours between 10 pm and 2 am are the calmest for you and beomgyu. earlier in the day typically being a lot more hectic for the both of you, so having a couple hours with each other every few nights is a godsend. thus, late nights with beomgyu are always the best for a couple of reasons.

luckily, you're hardly ever bothered by the others, most of them caught up in their own personal lives or sleeping. you are generally left to each other besides a few brief pop-ins coupled with some greetings and small talk. getting time alone with each other, even in silence, just feels so good.

what feels even better are times like these; the room is hot and you're coincidentally aware of how small it is. yet at the same time, you feel so small—caged in by the feeling of him. but you're actually on top of him, desperately grinding onto his thigh. your whimpers get caught in your throat, biting your lip to be careful of making too much noise.

"please," you exhale. "just touch me."

you pout, and beomgyu smiles, keeping his hands behind his head. normally, he's physical with his teasing. a touch here or a touch there, never lingering for too long—just long enough for him to get you whimpering. but now he gives you no contact; not a hand on you to guide your hips, nor his lips on your skin. you're left with nothing but his thigh and his words.

“it’s my thigh or nothing, i’m not helping you get off.” his voice is light, teasing and he bites back a bit of a giggle.

the pure desperation in your voice and in the way you grind your bare cunt onto his thigh, all turning him on even more. his cock rest against his lower abdomen, red tip leaking tiny spurts of his pre cum. his cock twitches at almost every moan you make, but the smile on his face wouldn't begin to hint how much he wanted you.

his mind begins to become clouded with the feeling of you dragging your wetness along his thigh. the pretty squelching sound whenever you bounce on him, imagining his cock was inside of you. but until he decides to touch you, he'll continue his game :)

#💌 — mail time #💌 — 🍉#☁️ — daydreams.txt #✰˚. !! dream.hardhours #beomgyu smut

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angelatsumu · 3 years

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pendant [nsfw] m.atsumu <3

greetings <3 i have had brainrot about this for the longest time and i cannot focus on anything until i share this. i will continue to fuel my own selfish desires until one of you blesses me with a new concept to write <3

warnings: NSFW, 18+ thanks, not a whole lotta prep before penetration, clueless!reader, brattydom!atsumu with an attitude problem, one (1) spank, reader is called puppy/pups, somewhat sacrilegious behavior?

he'd been spaced out for at least twenty minutes, eyes flickering between your neckline and your eyes, absent-minded nods as you continued to ramble on about your day. you huffed when you finally met his eyes, catching him mid flicker. "go on baby," he smiled sweetly, nearly fooling you but you quirked an eyebrow in response. "atsumu, have you even been listening," you scold him the bratty tone you usually take with him, and his dick hardens a bit as his mind continues to race. "hm? yes of course, doll. 'm always listenin'" he lies through his teeth, the coy smile doing nothing to sway you from your suspicion. you scoff at him, rolling your eyes and moving in your chair to adjust your shirt, fixing it so he had less of a view down your shirt. you continue on with your work tales, fussing about how the customer service at your favorite shop was the least polite they'd been in a while, all the while his eyes continued to flicker. having enough, you stop talking, resolving to give him the silent treatment.

"you're an asshole." his eyes were so fixed on your neckline, you had to look down at it yourself, finding the culprit; he was fixed on your pendant. "sorry, it's just a beautiful pendant," he mutters to himself, eyes finally coming up to meet yours. he's got that mischievous glint in his eye, and his hand reaches out to you, latching on to the circular pendant just below your neck. he grips it, running his thumb over the surface. "'tsumu focus," you whine, scolding him for distracting you with his seemingly harmless gesture. so he admired the pendant, so what? it was nothing to get hung up about, really. you continued your ranting, occasionally getting so worked up you flailed your arms and the pendant would swing like a grandfather clock, back and forth and back and forth. atsumu found himself staring helplessly, mind fogging with visions of that precious pendant swinging in his face as you rode him. he needed it so bad, he felt like he couldn't breathe.

you sighed in relief, feeling like a weight had been lifted from the amount of whining and ranting you'd just done. atsumu smiled, leaning forward across the restaurant table for a kiss, and you met him halfway, pendant swinging uncontrollably and catching his eye. you pecked his lips sweetly and retreated to your seat.

atsumu stood abruptly, rounding the table and grabbing your arm to usher you out of the restaurant. 'atsumu where are we-' "i can't do this anymore, puppy," he sighed almost apologetically as he hurriedly walked you to his car. "need you," he whined, opening the backdoor and shoving you backward into the backseat. he immediately followed suit, meshing his body between yours as his left hand moved to your neck. he slotted his hips against your own, grinding against you in your scrubs as he let out a breathless moan. "what has gotten into you," you whined, pleasure starting to simmer beneath your skin with each roll of his hips. he groaned in response, eyes moving from your pendant to your own and he gives a wanton smile. "i'm a really bad guy puppy," his voice shaky as he rocked his hips into you, the friction working you both into breathless whimpers. "atsumu~" he only diverted his eyes back down to your gold, glistening pendant, fantasizing about it swinging sporadically in his face as he drills up into your welcoming cunt. another whimper leaves his lips, and you reach between you, hand gripping his cheeks and squishing to force his gaze to meet yours. "tell me. now."

atsumu pauses his rhythmic hip movements, panting as he smacks your hand away from his jawline, a coy smirk replacing his fixed expression. "oh, puppy thinks she's in charge, hm?" he tugs on your pants, yanking them down your hips along with your panties and tossing them aside. "you, pup, are not in charge. i am, and i wanted to see that silly little pendant hangin' in my face while i fucked yer cunt real good, but seems like i've had a change of plans," he's cold when he says it, biting words replacing the needy tone he had some minutes ago. disobedient girls were fucked mercilessly, and you'd be lucky if he let you cum.

atsumu slipped his dick out of his jeans, and turned you on your tummy, angling your hips to be just high enough that your back held a pretty arch. "daddy, 'm sorry," you whimpered, rubbing your thighs together as you felt the swell of his tip brushing against your ass. his hand came down on your left cheek with a loud smack, your body jolting forward as he gripped the back of your neck, pulling you back to him. "daddy just wanted a cute look at that pendant, baby. now look at you, about to get recorded being bitched out like some whore because you couldn't keep yer fuckin' mouth shut" his words are taunting as his tip slides between your wet folds, and he leans over you, placing his phone on the door's arm rest, just enough angle to capture that beloved pendant dangling for him. "you were made for this, puppy," he grins at himself, sliding into you with force and delivering punctuated and slow thrusts that make your insides curl.

he folds his body over yours, hips colliding yours at a bruising pace as the curve of his cock brushes against that spongey spot that has your vision blurred. atsumu's hand moves around to your face, fingers slipping into your mouth as he tugs on the corner of your mouth, hooking it so you drool onto his seats below you. he peers over you, staring at the messy image before him and he lets out an audible groan. "fuck pups, gonna cum if ya keep lookin' like that" the words make you blush as you fix your gaze on the video in front of you, whining around his fingers as he pounds your spot mercilessly. your walls clench around him, fluttering with each punishing thrust against your cunny. "please 'tsumu~" you garble as you throw your hips back into him, aching cunny squeezing him like a vice and begging to cum. his head falls back, whimpers leaving his lips as he feels himself growing closer. "my bad little girl wanna cum, hm? y'think if i touch yer naughty little clit you'll cum, huh? think daddy can make ya cum, pups?" you nod eagerly, grinding back against him and he fumbles forward, hand reaching around to flick your clit, and you slump over, bucking your hips at the sensation.

"'m gonna cum, pups, come on make a a mess for me, baby," his voice comes out as a whimper, a plea like the bratty boy he was. still, through his approaching high he fixed his gaze on your swinging pendant, entranced by the rhythmic swaying. "fuck, 'm cummin'" he groans with his head thrown back, cock twitching inside you as he punctuates each spurt of his seed with a squelching thrust, your cunny welcoming the sensation with fluttering walls and trembling legs. you babble about your own release feeling the hot sensation wash over you like a tidal wave, all resolve and restraint breaking as you tremble and pulsate below him, clamping down on him like your cunt was made for him. he whimpers softly as he buries his face in your hair, body caging yours beneath him as you shake and quiver, the sensation of gentle kisses to your hair just soft enough to coax you through your high. with a final grunt, he pulls out of you and places a peck to your shoulder blades. "s'good puppy, but i think i might need to go to church now," he grins, moving to stop the recording of his phone.

he flips you over onto your back, placing a gentle kiss to your forehead and he smiles lovingly at you. "all over a necklace, 'tsumu," you whine softly, still tired from the world shattering orgasm he gave you. he slaps your thigh softly before toying with the pendant hung around your neck.

#atsumu brainrot go brrrrr #atsumu x y/n #atsumu hcs #atsumu <3 #atsumu miya #atsumu smut #atsumu x reader #atsumu #atsumu drabble #atsumu headcanons #haikyu smut #hq smut #hq drabble #pup's thots

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angelfishofthelord · 3 years

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"We're going to get out of here"

Whumptober Day 24: self-induced injuries to escape (also on a03)

Set in S12 where Ketch is evil(er) and after the BMoL fails to brainwash both Cas and Mary Ketch decides to get rid of them. CW for amputation.

8 minutes, 30 seconds

Mary clutches at the iron bars of the cage, shaking them back and forth sohard her bones rattle along with the motion. Nothing happens, of course, but she’s not going to just sit there and wait to be blown up. Across the room Castiel has struggled into a half-sitting up position and is similarly tugging in vain at the metal contraption around his legs. Thsilver bars are twisted from his feet to up and over his knees, keeping him pinned in place.

They pause for a moment, at the same time, both looking and not looking at each other. They know this won’t work. No matter what they do, they’re going to die here.

Then they go back to pulling and straining their tired arms anyways.

7 minutes, 12 seconds

“This is the fun part, you see,” Ketch said, holding up a small black remote in his hands. “Yes, I saw you nick my pocketknife, Mary, but what you’re in isn’t some shoddy pair of American handcuffs. This is the only thing that open the cage, dear, but you'll never reach it.”

“Let us go,” Mary growled. “Or my sons will find you and that’ll be much worse for you.”

“Oh, trust me, it doesn’t get much worse than this. Hope keeps a man a live, but it’s quite the experience to watch it starve right before your eyes.” He placed the remote control down on the table beside the ticking timer and then glanced at his watch. “I really must be going. Wouldn’t want to be caught in a lethal explosion, now would we?”

“Mary.” Castiel’s voice breaks her reprieve. “Throw me the pocketknife.”

6 minutes, 01 seconds

“That won’t work,” she says after several seconds of watching Castiel stabbing at the metal rods around his legs. “I think…it’s welded to the floor.”

“It appears so.” His voice is strangely calm but taunt. He stops the hopeless attempt and stares at the small blade. From the firm set of his jaw and the quiet look of acceptance in his eyes she understands that this is the part where they say goodbye. He’s going to say something like he did in that barn with Ramiel, except this time there’s no one to fight for them and no one to save them at the last minute.

She decides to beat him to the speech. “Castiel.” The softness in her voice makes him look up. “Sam and Dean, they think of you as family. They love you.” Tears burn against her eyelids but she carries on. “And I do too.”

He nods. “I know. That’s why we’re going to get out of here and get back to them.” His voice is so steady that it's frightening. As if he knows something she doesn't.

Castiel turns his attention back to his legs and starts using the pocketknife to rip his pants legs open.

“How--what--what are you doing?”

He doesn’t answer.

5 minutes

She finally figures it out when he finishes cutting away the last of the pants fabric above his knees. “Castiel. Cas," she repeats when he ignores her. "You can’t--you can't do that.”

He gives her with a weak smile. “It’s okay, Mary. They’ll grow back.”

“Are you sure?”

“We’re going to get out of here,” is all he says. His hands move quickly, peeling off his overcoat and then stuffing it into his mouth. He risks a glance in her direction, a brief second that lasts much too long, before he raise the pocketknife high and then drives it down into his leg.

“Don’t!” She hears herself cry out too late. The single syllable is instantly drowned in red.

Blood spurts out, spraying every which way like a cheap horror movie shot but it’s real, slick and dark and gurgling across the linoleum floor. The thin silver glint of the blade flashes up and down, echoing against the sound of wet flesh sucking and splitter. The folds of the coat stuffed into Castiel's mouth darken with saliva drooling out from clenched teeth; the fabric mutes the sound but not the flex of his throat or the bulge of his eyes as he screams and screams.

Mary clamps a hand over her mouth and feels the shape of her dropped jaw. She slams her body against the bars, like she can force her skin to pass through the iron and bring her to reach him. The crack of bone pierces through her skull and Castiel’s shoulders jerk back violently, almost throwing him flat on his back. He struggles up again, his hand hesitating in the air for only a second before he brings the knife down into his other leg.

She stops breathing at the screech of the second bone snapping.

Castiel flops over onto his belly. The coat falls from his slackened jaw and he stares at her with wide, blood-streaked pupils. His torso smears a thick river of red across the rom as he drags himself forward on his elbows. Mary. His lips form the word but only a rush of crimson bubbles pour out.

She reaches out a hand to him, stretching until she feels the metal cutting into her arm pit.

When Castiel gets to the table in the middle it takes him a few tries to be able to push himself up enough to grab the remote. As soon as his thumb hits the button and the click resounds Mary bursts out, scrambling so fast she collapses on all fours before rising up to run and then dropping back down her knees in front of him.

“Cas, Cas, Cas,” she chants frantically, hands hovering all over but not touching him, not sure where to land where it won’t cause him agony. From the corner of her eyes she sees the neon numbers on the explosive sitting in the middle of the room.

2 minutes, 33 seconds.

Her body kicks into action immediately. She gathers him up in her arms and flees, bare feet charging across the white hallways and colliding into every corner as she swerves sharply. The shrill beeping of the bomb is on her heels, growing louder with every second until it feels like it’s clawing at her ankles. Her jeans feel damp and she wonders if she got hurt somehow before she realizes that Castiel's severed stumps are still pouring out blood.

They’re just a few meters away from the flashing neon EXIT sign when the air suddenly inhales sharply and then collapses.

Mary ducks, curling her body around Castiel as they are hurled into the wall.

0:00

When the shrill ringing finally dims and her eyes clear, she finds herself still breathing. That’s the first good sign. Swiping the dust from her face she glances around and sees patches of green and blue in the distance. The outside. The world they’d been shut off to for weeks, one she thought they’d never see again.

She hears a shuddering gasp below and looks down to see Castiel slowly untangling himself from her body, neck craned back and nostrils flared, straining to breathe. The shredded flaps of his thigh skin slide across her lap as she clings to him while trying to hold onto the wall and stand up.

“Don’t let go,” she breathes, keeping one arm tightly around him. “Stay with me.” Her eyes run quickly over the rubble around them until she spies a rifle lying under a cracked boulder. She has no idea who or what’s awaiting them when they step out but she’s not going to give them any mercy. The weapon is still loaded, and she braces it between her bruised palms. “Cas? Are you okay?”

He nods against her chest. “Wait.” He shifts back and forth and then heaves himself around to hang over her shoulders, arms looped around her neck. From his right sleeve he draws his angel blade and brandishes it boldly. “Let’s go home,” he says, blood-stained teeth chattering.

Her feet carry her forward, stepping around crushed glass and broken stone. Her pants are drowned in blood, turning stiff in the broad sunlight. Castiel has one arm wrapped around her neck so tightly it's almost choking her. Every time he exhales blood dribbles from his lips, making sticky lines trail down her spine. Her heart hammers like a cymbal, reverberating loud enough to break her ribs but she keeps walking. They’re getting out of here, and they’re getting out alive.

#in my mind cas and mary have like a 5 chapter survival story after this #she has to cauterize his wounds with a motel room iron #etc etc etc #my spn fanfic #whumptober 2021 #slipper007 #userbon #plantdadcas #seraphcastiel #rambleoncas #thisisapaige #playedwright #spn fanfic #spn s12 #body horror #mary winchester #castiel

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seijorhi · 4 years

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If you have the time and feel like it, I'd love to read anything from you about Shigaraki/Reader. (Or maybe Shinsou??)The first thing that came to my mind was something involving chikan but anything that you can come up with is totally good with me as well!!!! Love your writing!!!

This is like months late I am so sorry, bby!! But I hope it’s okay? 🥺

Shigaraki Tomura x Female Reader

TW chikan, non-con, nsfw

Dirty

Staring isn’t a crime.

It’s the mantra you kept repeating to yourself as more and more passengers slowly filed in. There is nothing wrong. You’re being paranoid.

Staring isn’t a crime, but you’d feel a whole hell of a lot more comfortable if the pair of red eyes boring into you from across the train carriage weren’t accompanied by a creepy, wide grin.

You tell yourself that you’re imagining things, that you’ve read one too many shoujo mangas, because the silvery haired stranger in his ratty oversized hoodie just happens to be facing your general direction, so of course it feels like he’s staring. It doesn’t stop you from trying to tug down the hem of your skirt.

Except when the tiny hairs on the back of your neck stand on end and you decide to bite the bullet and scamper across to the other side of the carriage under the guise of getting off, the stranger follows.

He’s only staring. You’ve heard about men who like to scare girls on public transport, how they… get off on it. But the stranger seems content just to watch. There’s a Nintendo switch sticking out of his hoodie pocket, but in the fifteen minutes you’ve been riding together, he hasn’t made a move to touch it - while everybody else on the carriage is either sleeping, reading or absorbed in their phones, the stranger’s attention is fixed entirely on you.

He’s enjoying it, you think - your discomfort. The way you shift and try to subtly curl in on yourself, hiding behind other passengers, how your eyes keep darting up to see if he’s still watching (he is) before shifting your attention back to the phone in your hands. Should you text somebody? Your best friend, maybe? And say what exactly, ‘help, there’s a creepy looking guy staring at me on the train, please come get me?’

There were at least twenty other people on the carriage with you, and not one of them has noticed the silver haired man staring at you - or if they have, they’ve promptly dismissed it as nothing to concern themselves with. You’re working yourself up over nothing - he’s only doing it trying to get a reaction out of you.

You don’t want to cause a fuss over nothing.

Breathing deeply, you decide to simply not give him the satisfaction, turning your back on him to face out the window by the doors instead. You still have another twenty minutes left of the ride until you reach your stop, with any luck he’ll lose interest soon enough.

At the next station, the doors slide open and a swarm of commuters flood into the carriage. You’re bumped and brushed past, jostled about as more and more passengers try to fit onboard - it’s uncomfortable, but for once you find yourself grateful for the teeming crowds. With enough people squished between you and the pale, hoodie-clad stranger, you comfort yourself with the knowledge that he’s probably lost sight of you (or at least the parts of you he’s interested in leering at) and allow yourself to breathe and just relax-

Until a sudden jolt of the carriage sends you reeling into the chest of the commuter behind you.

On instinct you turn your head to glance over your shoulder, apologies ready on the tip of your tongue, only for them to turn to ash in your mouth as you meet bloodshot vermillion eyes and a wide, unsettling grin.

“Whoops,” he chuckles, the sound dry and rasping, like nails raking down a chalkboard. “Better be careful, now. Don’t wanna hurt yourself.”

Your breath catches and you still, but there’s no room for you to move as pale, spindly fingers creep across your waist, sliding down the pleated fabric of your skirt. A tiny whimper, lost almost immediately to the droning hum of the carriage as it jolts along the tracks, escapes as rough fingertips graze the top of your thigh, dragging your skirt upwards in search of another prize. You feel the chest pressed against your back rumble with another laugh, dry, chapped, lips dragging possessively against the curve of your neck, and a deep, shuddering inhale.

(Is he sniffing your hair?!)

“You might wanna hold onto something, princess,” the stranger jeers. Goosebumps prickle at your skin, a deep, unsettling pit growing in your stomach. This isn’t staring - this isn’t harmless anymore.

He’s got you caged between his body and the doors, one arm shot out over your shoulder to brace himself, the other creeping up towards your panties with agonising slowness. There’s nowhere to go, but for the life of you, you don’t know why you can’t seem to make a sound. Your legs are quaking, heart thumping unsteadily as long digits probe at your panty covered sex, dragging teasingly against the outline of your slit. All it would take is a shout, a yell, and somebody would intervene - packed train or not - but despite the icy fear seeping into your veins, the rising panic as your pretty lace panties are yanked to the side, your cries are caught in your throat.

Your cheeks burn with humiliation as long digits roughly slither between your plush pussy lips. You’re not wet - how could you be? - but that doesn’t seem to bother the man violating you, not as those same fingers greedily tease at your hole for a split second before they plunge inside of you, his thumb rubbing at your crude circles around your clit like it’s a joystick. You wonder if anyone has noticed the hitch in your breath, the soft, whimpering whine that you can’t quite hold back as he fucks you on his fingers, stretching you out. Facing out the window, there’s nobody to see the tears that spill down your cheeks, the way your features contorts in pain - and something else - as his fingertips press and drag along your warm, tight cunny walls.

There’s no rhythm or technique as he roughly mashes his palm against your sex, but suddenly it’s not so much an effort to speak out as it is to smother your own noises - the thought of somebody catching you like this, seeing him finger fuck you in on a crowded, public train in the middle of the day making you want to curl up and disappear entirely.

His fingers are stuffed deep inside of your pussy, fucking you in earnest, it doesn’t matter if you were willing or not, you let him get this far without so much as a peep. Who’s going to believe that you didn’t want this, weren’t silently begging for it - that with every flick of his wrist this stranger is raping you in broad daylight in the middle of a crowded train?

You bite down on your bottom lip, hands clenching into pathetic fists at your side as the man behind you moans and grunts in your ear. There’s something hard and warm pressed against your ass - it takes you a moment to realise that it’s his cock, and his hips are rutting eagerly against your backside.

His panting breath tickles at your neck, “Gettin’ all nice ‘n wet, such a good little slut. You -hah- you enjoying this, princess?”

Revulsion rises like a wave, crashing through you, but you can’t deny the building slick you feel easing his passage - your cunt is all but drooling around his fingers. You can’t bear to look around to see if any of the other passengers have noticed, if they can hear the lewd sounds of him fingering you like a man possessed.

Your forehead falls against the cool, glass window, your eyes squeezing shut as more tears fall. It doesn’t make a difference, you can’t disappear into your mind and pretend that this isn’t happening, he’s making sure of it. His hips are grinding faster against the swell of your ass, his fingers picking up their pace in response. It’s like he wants you to cum with him, and when a third finger slips inside of you, crooks and slams against that sweet spot that has you gasping, you know that it’s not far off.

“Tomura,” he pants desperately into your ear as he ruts up against you like a beast in heat, “Fuck! My n-name is Tomura.”

You don’t know why he’s telling you. Does he think you’ll cry it out as his thumb swipes messily at your clit and your tight cunny walls unwittingly squeeze down on his fingers? Or does he just want you to know the name of the stranger about to make you cum in a train full of strangers.

You don’t have time to ponder the question, not as his teeth sink into the tender skin of your neck to muffle his growls and his fingers speed up, that tight coil of heat in your core pulling taut and snapping as unwanted pleasure explodes like fireworks, overwhelming your system as you convulse and shudder around him.

Your vision goes white, a strangled sound somewhere between a sob and a moan leaves your lips.

Tomura snarls, riding out his own orgasm, warm cum spurting into his jeans as he all but collapses against you. For a moment, you two stay like that, his sweaty, larger frame draped over yours, his chest heaving, hand still caught up beneath your skirt.

In the wake of your climax, shame and humiliation rear their ugly heads. You came, you enjoyed it, your own violation. No amount of reassurance that it’s just your body's natural reaction to stimuli can stop the rising disgust that surges through you so violently it threatens to choke you. You feel dirty - filthy and used - especially with Tomura’s face nuzzled in your neck, his tongue laving at your flushed skin, the blood welling from his overzealous bite.

His hand slides out of your underwear, using your skirt to wipe off the syrupy wetness that clings to his digits. You stomach churns in response as the train pulls up alongside the station platform, passengers once again jostling as they prepare to disembark. Even now you can’t force yourself to move, can’t shove him away like you so desperately want to.

You’re pathetic.

He sighs contentedly, chapped lips curling into a smirk as the voice over the p.a announces the incoming stop. If Tomura notices the tears that wet your cheeks, your shoulders shaking with quiet sobs, he doesn't pass comment, choosing instead to press a sickeningly sweet kiss to your temple as the train slows down to a halt.

“That was real fun, Y/N,” he coos gleefully. “We should do it again some time.”

And then he’s gone, disappearing into the crowd of exiting passengers, and your trembling legs finally give out.

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