#tw:orgasm denial
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BIG BOYS DONT CRY
niko ikki x fem. reader
wc: 992
warnings: sub!niko, dacryphilia, edging, slight hair pulling (to see his pretty boy eyes cry those pretty boy tears), handjob, use of lube, orgasm denial, crying, niko is called ‘pretty boy’, he enjoys this more than he’ll admit
synopsis: you just can’t help yourself when he looks so pretty when he cries
It all started as something simple. You wanted to try something new with your boyfriend.
Normally he was the one who would give most of the pleasure during foreplay but you wanted to change things up. It was about time you focused solely on your pretty boy’s pleasure.
You both undressed but he was completely naked while you still had your bra and panties on. He sat on the bed, his cock fully erect as he waited for your next move. You wanted to start with giving him a little handjob so you grabbed the lube and sat between his open legs.
You had the fullest intention to make him cum once you started but something deep inside you told you to make him wait. Just to see how he’d react, to see if he’d really earn an orgasm.
Now that led to the predicament you two were in now.
You sat atop one of his thighs, one of your hands wrapped around his lubed up cock and your other hand had a fistful of his hair, revealing his eyes to you. You could see his face fully and you couldn’t keep your eyes off him.
He had a small pout on his lips while moans and whimpers were tumbling out of them but what hooked you the most was his eyes. His eyes were wide and filled with tears, some spilled out with each denial but they just pooled at his lash line.
“P-please let me cum.” He sniffled and didn’t even bother to wipe his eyes. A few more fat tears spilled as your hand just pumped away. “But why? You just look so pretty like this, why can’t I keep you like this for a little longer?” His bottom lip jutted out a little more and quivered as your palm rolled over the sensitive tip. His legs shook, signaling to you that he was on the brink of another orgasm.
More tears welled up in his eyes and he balled his fists as he bucked his hips. “Please let me cum! Please, please! I need it so badly!” He continued babbling his pleas and for a moment he actually thought you were going to give him the relief he so desperately craved.
But he thought wrong.
You moved your hand down to the base of his cock and squeezed down tightly. You kept your hand there while he tried to buck his hips to try to get what he needed. But the sensation faded and fat tears streamed down his face. He couldn’t even count how many times you edged him but this one had to be the worst. He was so close, right on the brink of an orgasm and you took it away.
He shut his eyes and tried to turn his head away but you gripped his hair tighter and pulled to make his eyes snap open. “Don’t hide from me, you always hide your eyes and you look so perfect like this. I just can’t get enough of you like this.” You leaned in closer and looked closely at how the tears pooled in his eyes before spilling. “Such a pretty boy when you cry.”
A deep blush spread across his cheeks as he met your lustful gaze. It was like you were a predator and he was your prey. But oddly enough he enjoyed seeing you like this, he hated that you were denying his orgasm but if just some tears got you like this, he wondered how far you would take it.
Would you take it to the next extreme? Would you make him cum until he couldn’t cum anymore? Would you use toys to overstimulate him? Would you use your pussy to make more tears spill from his eyes? Would you tie him up and subject him to your torture so you could see the fat tears spill from his eyes? His mind ran through all the possibilities and he could feel himself growing more excited.
You felt his cock throb in your hand and soon the burning in your arm was too much to ignore. “You want to cum don’t you, pretty boy?” He perked up at your question and nodded, “please, I want it so badly.”
As he blinked a few stray tears fell from his eyes. You started stroking him again, moving your hand faster up and down his cock. He bucked his hips to meet your hand and more tears spilled from his eyes. “Feels so good, so good! Please, ‘s so good.” From all the edging, he was brought to the edge of an orgasm almost instantly.
His legs started shaking again and more tears collected at his lash line. “Cum for me, pretty boy, make a mess for me.” All it took was a few more pumps before sticky cum painted his chest and your hand. His back arched and he continued babbling thank you’s as your hand slowed down. His chest rose and fell with heavy breaths. You moved one hand from his cock and moved your other hand from his hair and wiped at his eyes, cleaning the remaining tears.
You leaned in and pressed a kiss to his forehead. “You did so good for me, so good. I’ll go get you a towel and some water.” You kissed his forehead once more then got up, first grabbing some tissues off the nightstand to clean the cum off your hands then walking out your shared bedroom to get him a water bottle and a damp towel.
You made your way back to him, watching as he rubbed his eyes. “Feeling a little sleepy? Crying that much would do that to you.” He nodded and took the water from you, sipping it while you cleaned the cum off his body and any excess lube. “I had fun, wanna do it again.” He murmured sleepily and you nodded. “We will, just get some rest pretty boy.”
tagging: @invsu (bc pretty boy niko enthusiasts need to stick together)
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okay since requests are open,,,how about some filthy noncon with a really mean shigaraki 🥺👉👈
Mean Shigaraki is not my forte but for you, anon, I tried. (And sorry it took so long.) Also, obligatory shout-out to every Shigaraki home invasion fic I’ve ever read, because I def drew inspiration from them all.
» pairing: shigaraki tomura x fem!reader
» contains: gn!pronouns, noncon (including the word ‘rape’) home invasion, wrist binding, mild violence, kidnapping, degradation, body shaming (specific reference to tit size but you don’t have to take it literally), choking, crying, a sprinkle of piss, oral sex (m!receiving), vaginal sex, and orgasm denial in the sense that he doesn’t even try to get you off. 18+, minors DNI.
» words: 1.7k
Tomura comes prepared—slips in while you're sleeping and zip-ties your wrists before you can so much as stir, though that's a decision he half-regrets if he's being honest, because he thinks he'd like holding you down. Finds some primal satisfaction in the idea of using his own brute strength to restrain you, and to muscle you through the warp gate that so conveniently delivered him here.
But grappling with your thrashing form would mean sacrificing other forms of touch, ones he needs, and thrash you do. You might not wake until it's too late, but he has to admire the way you try to fight the moment you blink back sleep and see him standing over your bed. You kick and writhe, eyes so wide and full of terror that it has his cock twitching, and then you try to run despite your bound hands. Scramble to your feet and dart towards the door, and Tomura allows that pitiful attempt for a moment, just long enough to relish the adorable stab of hope that crosses your face when you slip past him.
It's a false hope. His reflexes are sharp—far sharper than yours—and his arm darts out at the last second to snatch you by the hair. He watches with satisfaction as your head snaps back and your feet lose purchase, a sharp cry spilling from your lips as his grip on your roots becomes the only thing keeping you from falling completely.
You cry out again when he throws you back on the bed, and you follow it up with a pitiful, pathetic whimper—one so delectable that for a moment he's light-headed, a sharp stab of heat pulsing in his gut and faint spasms wracking his hips, and it isn't until he notices the sticky damp against his pelvis that he even realizes he came, untouched.
Oh well. He planned for this—planned and planned for weeks, despite Kurogiri's reservations and his Sensei's mocking amusement—so who can blame him for being excited? For feeling the unparalleled thrill of seeing it all come together just how he envisioned it? And this is how he envisioned it—you look just as good as he knew you would, with your feet struggling to find purchase against the sheets, and tears tracking down your cheeks.
You try to scream when he takes a step closer, and he's on you immediately, slapping one hand over your mouth with his pinkie carefully extended, forcing the whole of his weight into you to pin you down, and you stop struggling then. Freeze entirely like a deer in the headlights, like prey that has only just realized they're in the presence of a predator. It's cute, if he's being honest, has his cock stirring in his pants again already.
He can feel you panicked breathes—sharp rapid huffs in and out through your nose as he starts to let his free hand wander, groping at your breasts through the thin fabric of your shirt, and pinching lightly at your inner thighs just to savor the way you jolt and let out a muffled squeal. It's tempting to take you right here—to tear away the thin fabric of your panties and bury himself inside you, and for a second he almost does just that. His hand reaches to cup roughly between your thighs, fingers exploring the contours of your clothed folds, and then you're going taut, shuddering oddly as his palm is being coated in a flood of wet warmth.
It takes him a moment, in the dim light and the haze of adrenaline, to understand what's happened. Isn't until he feels your lips quivering and sees your eyes wide with embarrassment instead of fear that it clicks: you've pissed yourself.
A throaty giggle bubbles up at that realization. "That scared of me, huh?" he rasps, not quite able to help the throaty giggle that bubbles up from his throat at the thought, and he punctuates the question by prodding at the soaked seat of your underwear. Then he's clambering off of you, four fingers grabbing you roughly by the arm as he jerks you towards the waiting warp gate. "You should be."
He'd had grand ideas, before, about what he might do once he had you where he wanted you, alone in his room with all the time in the world to avail himself of all you have to offer, but Tomura's impatient by the time he's shoving you down on his dirty sheets. He only yanks your still-bound wrists above your head and climbs to straddle you, once again relishing the way you whimper and your eyes widen with fear.
That look only intensifies when he shoves down the waistband of his sweats so that his cock can spring free, and again when he grabs a fistful of your flimsy shirt and sends it disintegrating. Then he's groping at your breasts, cupping that plush flesh and shoving it together.
"I thought your tits would be bigger," he mocks, rutting forward to rut against your sternum, and then giving up almost as quickly, interested in far more tantalizing things. He nudges his tip against your quivering lips, and when all you do is whine he lets two fingers find the joints of your jaw, squeezing hard until your mouth opens.
"Stick out your tongue," he orders and, obedient thing that you are, you do as he asks despite your obvious revulsion. He taps his spongy tip against your tongue as he issues a warning. "If you bite me, I'll hurt you."
He doesn't wait for acknowledgment after that. Just plunges himself deep in a single thrust, groaning at the heat of your mouth. Your tongue tries to fight the invasion, pushing against his cock in a way that has him shivering, and though part of him wants to savor it he doesn't have the patience—can't do anything except hump into your face erratically, relishing the way you choke around him. There's something cute again about the way you struggle for air and try not to retch as he slams himself against the back of your throat, your eyes watering as you sputter.
He can't say how long he lasts—is too lost in the haze of how good it feels and how perfect you look gagging beneath him—but he knows it's not long. A minute, maybe two, and then he's fisting one hand in your hair.
"A-ah, fuck!" he grits out as he comes down your throat, watching you struggle to swallow all of that slick, bitter offering, not that he gives you a choice. His cock softens too, but only slightly, and only for a second, and he wastes no time repositioning himself between your thighs, one calloused hand reaching down to stroke himself hard again. It borders on too much, but he knows his limits, knows that he's not even close to them, and the way you whimper only helps his efforts.
His free hand moves down to grip at your piss-soaked panties, sending the last of your clothing to ruins, and then he's teasing at your entrance, so slick and warm he can barely hold back.
"You know what I'm gonna do to you?" he asks, and when you only turn your head to avoid his gaze, his fingers find your chin again, forcing you to look at him. "C'mon," he pants, "say it."
"F-fuck me," you whine, and Tomura giggles. You're not wrong, but the way you're even struggling to speak is too perfect, too easy to mock. He leans in—lets his forehead rest against yours. "Yeah, but that's not what it's called when you don't want it, right? So what else am I gonna to do to you?"
Your eyes widen, your brows knitting in a way that's comical, as though that question, of all things, it's what's finally offended you. For a moment you seem like you won't answer, too, but when he wraps one hand around your throat for encouragement, pinkie carefully lifted, he feels you swallow hard. Then you're telling him what he wants to hear.
"R-rape me."
The meek way you squeak out the words has sharp heat sparking in his gut, and Tomura drags his tongue over your cheek, lapping at the salting tears spilling over there. "That's right."
He punctuates the statement by driving his hips forward, hard enough that you cry out, not that the sound deters him because fuck, it's even better than he expected—has all the breath rushing from his lungs as he's suddenly enveloped in that snug heat, and he can't help but laugh. "A-ah, shit, least your tight."
You struggle against the invasion at first, hips bucking, elbows bending as you try to shove him away with your tied hands, and he lets you at first—enjoys the extra friction of you squirming beneath him, enjoys the way he has to chase your hips to keep himself firmly inside you—but after a few minutes he can feels his balls tightening, pressure building, and then he's pinning your arms above your head again easily, his other hand tightening around your throat. You fight harder for a moment, but then your pallor is changing as you struggle to breathe and you're going still in submission, your instincts for self-preservation obviously outweighing your desire to fight him.
Tomura's lips split into another grin as he lets out a dry chuckle, and his hips work faster. "Guess you're not—ngh—not as stupid as you look."
He ruts into you harshly. Keeps his eyes firmly fixed on the way you grimace and let out tiny, pained sobs every time he bottoms out inside you. Still, you don't struggle anymore, not even when he's going taut and his hips are starting to move erratically, not even when he's driving himself roughly as deep as he can and his cock is twitching, flooding your abused cunt with his cum. You only squeeze your eyes shut tight, tears still tracking down your cheeks, and then whimper when he rolls off you.
He ignores that. Ignores the way the mess he's left between your thighs dribbles down to stain his sheets, too. He's already slumping down, catching his breath, thinking about all the things he'll do with you next.
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😫historia, orgasm denial(on reader) please and thank you
sometimes, historia has a bit of a mean streak.
she relishes in the way you whine and call her all sorts of nasty things when she deprives you of what you’re in search of. it falls on deaf ears, she knows you’re just being a brat because you didn’t want to handle your punishment. that’s fine, she’s a big girl she can take it, she’ll just edge you even longer and leaving you all worked up with no plans of satiating you.
#with love.#from. anon#musings#w. historia#historia reiss thirst#aot thirsts#tw:edging#tw:orgasm denial#wlw thirst
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“i love complicated.”
Headcannon meme for @cnxtaemin
Agonizingly slowly, SooJung trails her soft fingertips alongthe planes of his clavicle; so very lightly, lightly down to the smooth skin of his navel, as if the lightestbump and shiver under his flesh is braille that she can read with herfingertips. She pauses abruptly to his bated breath; on the boundary rightbefore his arousal, and there, she basksin Taemin’s frustration.
“Oh, ‘complicated’doesn’t even begun to describe this,Minnie.” There is a pair of handcuffs around Taemin’s wrists, and a blindfoldover his eyes, and SooJung is so thirstyfor his breathless sighs and low, sensuous grunts – she drinks them up greedily,insatiably as she elicits more and more of them, guttural and deep from within his throat. Ah – she is a woman fresh out of a desert,and Taemin is the tantalizing sight that greets her.
She licks the soft, vulnerable shell of his ear; and theheat of her tongue submerges him into the deep waters of ecstasy. He does notknow where her electricity-filled caresses will land next; and oh, how she revels in the reins withinher hands tonight. She bites – harshly; cruelly, and then assuage his soft skinwith eye-rolling swirls of her tongue. She leaves marks with her nails, andthen leave red-hot hickeys with her teeth.
She is a cruel mistress – and low laughter would fill theroom whenever he desperately struggles for more stimulation, and so shepunishes him with soft, teasing touches – just never at the spot he wants herto be.
Suddenly, her hands leave him entirely, and he curses at herfor leaving his cock tall and weeping, desperate for release. SooJung gigglesbut obliges – and oh God – unexpectedlyshe is there and everywhere, hands onhis straining arousal, and her hot mouth sucking on the vulnerable flesh of hisinner thigh. Finally, she loosens her jaw and ease his thick length into thescorching cavern of her mouth, milking him for all he was worth.
The sudden stimulation throws Taemin head first into the deep waters ofall-consuming ecstasy.
SooJung is a cruel mistress, and so she holds his head underwater – suffocating him with the fathomless depths of blazingeuphoria, until his veins fills with liquid flames and scorching pleasure,crawling up his spine as it lifts off of its own volition above the silkensheets.
But then, just before stars appear behind his scrunchedeyelids, SooJung abruptly lets go, leaving him bare, desperate and hanging ashe curses and begs for her come back.
“Oh, by the timeI’m done with you, darling,” SooJung coos as she leans in to bite at his earlobe, one hand snaking down to palm again at his arousal, each touch a promise ofwhat is to come – and oh, how sheintends to keep those sinful promises. “You won’t even remember your own name.”
But you’ll remembermine – after all, it’ll be what you’ll be screaming out very, very soon.
Tonight, SooJung will make Taemin scream.
#cnxtaemin#memes#tw:nsfw#tw:orgasm denial#..........#pls accept my garbage thanks#v.v.headcannon#/sweating buckets
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