Daddy’s Little Boy — Megumi X Male Reader

I know your like taking a break and shit, and no rush and no expectations but I was wondering if you could do a Kiara X R fic.

Could be where r is JJ's sibling (male or female or gn) and like JJ's at John B's for the night and R is at home alone w their dad and being the abusive asshole he is, he beats R up(really bad) and R doesn't want to worry JJ so they goes to Kiara instead, they could be dating already or not. They climb through her window and she sees what happened and she is just panicked because she didn't know their dad was abusive to that extent. Anyway she patches them up and they talk about it and then they just lay down with their head on Kiara's stomach while she strokes their hair??

I hope your having a much needed break and enjoying it. I hope your well and there is no rush or need to do this but it is just an idea.

𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐭 || 𝐊𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐫𝐚

"𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘐 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘐'𝘮 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘚𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯' 𝘪𝘵 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘥 𝘚𝘰 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘖2"

Inspo: Brakence - introvert

Pairing: Kiara Carrera x Maybank!Male!reader

Summary: An introvert at heart and in the most chaotic times...

Warnings: Talks of abuse and verbal abuse with the faintest bit of fluff. So overall angst.

Words: 1639

DNI IF YOU’RE SENSITIVE TO WARNINGS ABOVE!!!

Fine.

That’s the answer you gave everyone when they asked how you were doing. So small. So minuscule. So far from the truth.

Fine.

What else was there to say? What could you tell? Nothing was the answer. Truthfully, you wanted to keep it this way. You wanted people to leave you be once you gave them the answer they wanted. Save them from a conversation that may only aggravate them and make you feel like an idiot. Why offer that vulnerability?

Because for a time, you could give that to someone. Allow them into your heart and swim in the wonders of your desires and passions. But time passed, life changed like it did and you slowly felt your chest hollow out. Only able to push out a lie that people were too misguided to understand that it was a lie.

Fine.

Extracting that purity from yourself allowed you to live a life that may be a lie, but saved you from pity. A chance to fight on your own in a war that never seemed to end. A constant fight for survival in exchange for the faintest bits of happiness. As much as your love came straight from the source, your outlook on sociality was cupidity. But you fought that part of yourself just as long as you had been subjected to a fight for a breath. A fight for life.

A fight for love.

Maybe you were just a fool. Maybe you were wishing upon motes in the sky that were just too far out of reach–a star to change your worthless existence. Because John B was happy with what he had. Lived on his own, had an amazing girlfriend and hung out with you and the rest of the Pogues. JJ was your brother, sticking close to the ones he cared for. Pope was happy cleaning his father’s docks and being the smartest one in the room. And Kiara lived on Figure Eight and loved making you stumble over your words. But you were…

Fine.

That was it. Just, fine. Nothing special. Nothing extravagant to talk about and nothing worth admiring. You stuck out like a sore thumb. A mismatch within the group of delinquents. A glitch in the system some would say. And you weren’t sure if it was just because that was how life was or if this was who you were meant to be the entire time. But, sometimes, you did wonder what the end of your life would be just so you knew if this pain and suffering were even worth it in the end. Because, at the moment, you were puffing off of hope and gathering whatever strength you had to get out of bed in the morning.

“You’re a worthless little shit, you know that?”

One foot in front of the other.

“JJ was enough, but you? Your mother should’ve gotten rid of you before you came into the picture.”

A falter in your step. Cheek stinging and nose still running with a stream of blood.

“You’re a failure, Y/n! A nobody! A fucking loser!”

In the end, you knew what you needed. A father. Just a man to look up to. Someone to lean on and entrust your secrets to. A chance to learn what it took to understand for becoming a man.

But it’s fine.

There was a chance he was right. You were a nobody. Never had a girlfriend. Never accomplished anything with your life. So, maybe, just maybe, he was just stating the obvious. Maybe you were taking this all a little too harshly and he was just trying to knock some sense into you.

Approaching the all too familiar house on the edge of the coast, you made your way along the side of the structure. Finding the pipe and gripping on. Hands faltering and slipping from the blood that was stuck to your palms. Staring down at the red for a second. Then another. Another.

Blinking rapidly, you rubbed your hand against your pants before grabbing onto the pipe and began to climb. Body aching and screaming in mercy for you to stop–to give up and stop running from reality. Reaching the landing, you carefully leaned against the frame of the house, using it as a support until you reached the window. Just barely opened half an inch. The perfect sliver of room for you to climb inside.

Slowly sliding the window open and slipping inside. There was no sign of her, so, you took advantage of the chance to be alone. A shaky exhaling was released from your lips as you limped towards the bed. Pulling your bloody shirt from your body and climbing into the bed. Shivering as you pulled the blankets over your body.

Her scent was embedded in these sheets and pillows. The general smell of freshly burnt incents was all the more relaxing to your dissociated state. Able to be absent from your mind and body and just enjoy what very little bit of happiness found in this lonely hour.

Yet, that bit of time alone was expunged when the bathroom door opened with the shadow of a figure appearing on the wall you faced. Whipping your head around and able to find Kiara’s tired expression. But it took only a split second for it to morph into one of shock and then horror. The one thing you had not hoped to see tonight or in the weeks you spent recovering in a household that was a minefield.

“Y/n, what the fuck happened?” Kiara rushed around the bed, watching you move to the opposite of the bed. Concern swam in her eyes full of the purity that could be extracted from the entire concept of love.

Pushing out a hearty laugh, you raised your hands in reassurance. “Baby, I am fine,” you reassured. “Just ran into some junkies wanting some money. Beat the fuck out of me. Nothing more and nothing less.”

“Y/n, you and I both know that you could take a few junkies,” Kiara stated, closing the space between the two of you. Hands holding your face, flinching when you hissed in pain from the faintest pressure applied to the fresh wound. You were busted up pretty badly. Bottom lip split, your right eye the size of a golf ball, your cheek purple, and your stomach was black and purple in all kinds of spots. “What happened, babe?” You chewed on your bottom lip, unable to meet the girl’s warm gaze. Blood pressure already reaching its limit, furthering the beat of your heart being in her embrace.

But if you bit your tongue, forget the pain, maybe you could hold back the tears. Hollow out the O2 in the air and create a barrier from the truth that you couldn’t submit her to knowing. She didn’t need to deal with this. There was enough on her plate as it is. She didn’t need to deal with you.

“I’m fine.” Your response caused the girl to clench her jaw, shifting her weight from leg to leg. Unable to bite back the tears as she shook her head, looking up at you almost pleadingly. All she wanted was the truth. That was all you’d ever given her since the two of you met at John B’s. A fresh face in your mind and somewhere to commit your serotonin. “I- I just don’t have a great life back home, Kie. It’s nothing to write to someone-”

“Your dad did this?” The sheer impact of her tone sent red flags flying, lost to found in the endless plains of your mind. She stood at the center with fire being left with every step she took. It was too late to recover from your mistake as the girl took the tiniest step towards you, evaporating whatever little space the two of you had left. “Y/n, did he do this?”

Hearing her speak so…painfully, brought on your own set of emotions you managed to forget. Tears brimming in your eyes as you looked up at the girl. These emotions, these feelings, you’ve bottled them up for years and put on an act to save you from this. From the look of shock and sympathy from the people you loved. And telling someone you loved that your father abuses you wasn’t anything romantic. If anything, you were made to feel like a weakling for not standing up for yourself. For not getting help and putting your father in prison. But that left so many endless possibilities of what would happen in return if you did that.

Because all you needed was Kie. Her presence alone was able to give you reasoning for everything you did. Whatever scheme your father liked to scrape up and place you as the victim, she made the pain worth it. And in no way was that healthy, you understood that. But if you left, if you were made to find a new family, you weren’t sure what you would do with yourself. You needed her. She didn’t need you and didn’t need you in her life, but she welcomed you every time.

“I couldn’t go to JJ about this,” you whispered, tasting the salty tears on your tongue. “I need to be with you, Kie.”

Your words made the girl’s lips form into a large smile, face scrunching up as she sniffled and held back a sob. Only able to offer a nod as she pulled you to the bathroom where she patched you up to the best of her capabilities. Soon enough, you lay your head on her stomach, fast asleep from the feeling of Kiara’s hand brushing through your blonde strands. But she wasn’t able to shake the rage. The fury she was building up for your father.

Because it isn’t fine.

𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐑 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐒 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐃 ! kenma kouzume

★ black, top male reader! trans character. nsfw. stomach bulge. dacryphilia. vaginal sex. creaming. creampie. degrading, spit kink. exhibition. voyeurism. boyfie kenma. feminization. interracial couple. twitter link! note? giving kenma backshots. this is nasty fr.

"o-oh god . . . keep fu-fucking me.", kenma drooled into his pillow, knees quivering as he tried his best to keep his hips in the air for you. back arched and thighs spread as your cock plunged in and out of his leaking cunt with lewd incessant plops. with every push of your pelvis, kenma's juicy pussy would splash back a bit, the wetness leaving your pubic hair slick. "fuck kenma. you feel so fucking good baby."

kenma's wireless headset sat atop his head in a crooked fashion, the same camera he'd use during gaming streams now being put to use for something much more intimate. the comments of his stream were in a blaze as they watched their favorite streamer take your black cock over and over again, the camera picking up every look on kenma's face and the way you knotted his core over and over again.

it had felt as if kenma's pussy was made for your big black cock, his pink minge was absolutely perfect for you. the way he gripped at you and pushed back onto your cock was heavenly, you loved when he fucked you back. nails digging into his soft skin hard enough you were sure to leave bruises in their wake.

his dainty hands clawed at the sheets for his dear life, taking every inch that his venal pussy could and jesus, was he so fucking wet. kenma has never felt so dirty and defiled before, weak frame trembling in desperation beneath you. you loved the sight, heavy ball smacking against his clit with every stroke of your hips.

you have been taking him from behind for what felt like forever, your cock was drenched in what was both your releases, the duvet was soaked and damped. the thick white ring that frothed around your cock every time you pushed into kenma was what kept you enticed. well, that and the smack of his pretty pale ass against you whenever you fucked so deep into him. the tip of your thick cock continuously prodding at the opening of his womb. ★

"your cunt takes this dick so so good kenma! look at how he clenches around me. fuck, he's practically asking for my nut.", kenma whimpered out a string of slurred words. he could barely collect his thoughts, everything felt like a jumbled mess in his brain but god did he feel so good. you were reaching so deep inside of him, any deeper and you'd be touching his cervix. "hmf fuhh-fuck. . . yess!", kenma drooled over the sheets.

using your thumb to spread his ass, you gathered a wad of saliva in your mouth and let it drip along where you and kenma were connected before fully pounding back into him again. kenma’s cries were to the point where you thought he had cum again, he groaned as you tugged at his hair. a line of drool connecting his lip to his pillow. kenma's tongue stayed on his lips, the white of his eyes visible to the camera as he wailed out. his ears only picked up on certain things you were saying.

"so good ah! f-feels so so good. . .love c-cock~ cum! i'm cu-umming" — “ i know baby, i know! cum for me yeah?”

you grinned and let go of his waist, allowing him to fuck himself back on your cock as he pleased before his hips shuddered and he tightened around you more. with a particularly broken cry of your name he came around your cock—the pressure of his shocking release pushing you over the edge once more as you creamed his raw pussy.

kenma’s sobbing didn’t falter one time, his salty tears and drool wetting the pillow more as his thighs shook. his eye lids became heavy with sleep as he felt you rut against his bruised ass. he couldn’t even muster up the strength to return your kisses as he felt your lips press against his neck and cheek. “aw kitten. don’t fall asleep on me now. i still wanna play”

miguel on top desperately riding u and begging u to take over n pound him through the floorboards

ftm!miguel o'hara x reader

a/n — avid pussy enjoyer here

"Here? Now?" You mutter under your breath, a small grin on your face as you feel him push you down against the floor roughly. It didn't bother you at all, really— it was just a tad amusing seeing him so desperate like this. He was usually quite well put together, but this was something different.

"Yeah, and?" Miguel says with a scoff, letting out a breathy sigh when he grinds his hips against your own. His head tilts back, and you see his the eyes of his mask squinting slightly when your crotches meet. You both were supposed to go around the different multiverses and make sure things were okay, but clearly, Miguel had a different idea. Sure, the mission had been boring so far since there wasn't much going awry around, but you didn't think it would lead to... this. He had pulled you into an abandoned building to talk privately, he said... what a conversation this was.

You passed your hands over his thighs, gently squeezing the mixture of muscle and fat of them. Power rippled underneath the skin, much more than you'd ever seen. Everything about the man on top of you screamed strength and intelligence. You admired that about him.

"Miguel, mi amor... They're going to come looking for us if we do this. This can wait a bit, can't it?" You tried to be the voice of reason, but a particularly hard roll of the man's hips shut you up real quick. You can feel his core twitch against you, already slick with arousal against your half hard cock.

"Let them find us." Miguel says, voice heavy and dripping with need. He was getting impatient. You watch as he grabs the bottom half of both your suits, his claws digging in deep before tearing away at the fabric without a care in the world. That'll be very annoying to fix later, you think to yourself, but his hands distract you very quickly. "We haven't been left alone all damn week, I need this now or else I'll go crazy." He growls lowly and you can imagine him baring his fangs underneath his mask.

You lean back onto the hardwood floor with a sigh, "That's true, isn't it?" May as well let him use you to his hearts content so he gets his fill.

He quickly works you to full hardness, thumb swiping over your weeping tip. If he weren't more careful, Miguel would have scratched your dick off. You were thankful. To show your appreciation, your hand slide down his thigh and made its way to his exposed cunt. You let out a pleased noise seeing how positively dripping he is for you already. You rub a circle over his clit, gently nudging the sensitive bundle. You're just about to slip your fingers into his folds when he stops you. Miguel tightens his grip onto your wrists before pinning them down above your head.

"You take too long." He mutters, lifting his hips up and guiding your cock into him. You hear a low hiss from him when your tip brushes against his clit, but that quickly turns into a noise of pleasure from the both of you as you slip inside. He feels absolutely heavenly around you, it takes everything within you to not break out of his grip to fuck up into his tight pussy.

Miguel was in control, you told yourself, for now.

You both sit there for a moment, relishing in the moment. Miguel's head is tilted back, a low groan threatening to rip itself from his throat whenever you shifted your hips.

"Deberías darte prisa, cariño. No quieres que nadie nos vea así, ¿verdad?" You purr at him, purposely using whatever little leverage you had to thrust lightly into him. You brushed right over Miguel's sweetspot, so close yet so far.

Miguel let out a frustrated groan and grabbed his mask, ripping it off and truly, it was more beautiful than anything you've ever seen. His cheeks were flushed, hair messy and sticking to his face with each heavy pant that falls from his lips. His fangs were threatening to rip through his lower lip from how hard he was biting down onto it. You'd tease him more if you could.

"¿Alguna vez sabes cuándo cerrar la boca, hijo de puta?" Miguel spits out, lifting his hips up and slamming down onto your cock roughly. It strikes all the good places within him and he lets out a soft moan. He eventually lets go of your wrists to steady himself on your shoulders, letting you grab ahold of his hips. The more you complied, the better it would be for the both of you.

Miguel must've wanted this bad because the way he squeezes down onto you when he lifts himself up leaves you breathless. Like he's determined to milk you dry. At first, his quick, rough pace was working until his hips began to stutter with each stroke of your thick cock within him. His legs were straining and his pace was getting sloppy. You knew what this meant.

With a small smile on your face, you passed a hand over his abdomen. "Struggling a little, hermoso? I can help you..." You muttered, planting your feet flat on the ground and thrust up into him firmly. It knocks the breath out of the man and he about collapses onto you. You can feel his claws digging into your shoulders, tearing at your suit but you didn't care anymore. You loved the wild look in his eyes, it was unlike anything you've ever seen.

After a bit of consideration, he growls out, "Fine. You owe me." If it meant fucking that pretty pussy of his again in the future, you'd do anything he'd ask.

Wordlessly, you flipped him onto his back with ease— warming something in the pits of Miguel's belly. He was glad you were strong.

You immediately leaned in to kiss him, starting off sweet but ending up sloppy as always. Miguel bites at your lips as if he were a man starved, his fang nicking your bottom lip and the taste of metal spreading throughout the kiss. You pulled away for a second before he pulled you back in desperately, wrapping his arms around your neck to keep you close. You were glad you didn't need air as frequently as any other human would.

While you kissed, you guided yourself back into him, sliding in with ease. This finally gets him to pull away from the kiss, a soft moan falling from his swollen lips. "D-date prisa, dios— no puedo soportarlo más." He says breathlessly, his eyelids fluttering when he felt your tip brush against that spot within him. He lets go of your neck and squeezes your shoulders, spreading his legs out further. What a whore.

You chuckle and set that same rough pace from before that you know he loves so much. "Telling me to hurry up, huh? Didn't you start this, Miguelito? You wanted this." You say with a cruel grin, emphasising your words with strikes to his cunt that leave Miguel speechless. You thumb at his clit again as you move, pressing against that bundle of nerves in all the right way.

He was so wet, absolutely dripping from just your words. Each smack of skin against skin and Miguel's helpless moans resonates through the room, the air thick with the scent of sex and blood.

"I bet you would just love it if I got you knocked up, huh?" You coo, a strangled sob coming from the man beneath you, "Te encantaría llevar a mis bebés, ¿no? Wanna see you all round with my kin, then maybe then you'd calm down and take a break finally, huh?" Your words are absolute filth and Miguel is eating up every bit of it.

You can feel your gut tightening up and with the way you're feeling him clench around you whilst making your back his own personal scratch post— it's safe to assume he's about to cum too.

"Gonna cum, mi amor. Where do you want it?" You ask, slowing down to a grinding halt to get his attention.

Miguel's voice is hoarse but he sobs out, "Inside— Adentro, por favor. Los amo tanto, quiero a sus bebés... Por favor, por favor, los necesito, los amo—" You shush him with a sweet kiss, one that leaves him absolutely wrecked. His lashes are wet with unshed tears, threatening to slip the harder you fucked him into the floor.

"Anything for you, sweet thing." You mutter softly into the kiss, wiping away his tears away.

You kiss his face a couple times before taking ahold of one of his hands to keep him grounded. You pushed him down into a mating press, the new angle successfully driving Miguel insane as you drove so deep within him.

You rubbed against his clit as you fucked into him like it was your last day on earth, watching the oh so stoic Miguel O'Hara unravel into a begging, whimpering mess underneath you.

You can feel his cunt squeezing down onto you and before you know it, he orgasms. That was enough for the pressure within you to finally snap, cock twitching as you emptied a thick, hot load into him. You continued moving within him, making sure every last drop of your release was pumped into him before eventually slowing down to a stop.

You were both absolutely fucked out, Miguel moreso than you. Tears and droll stained his face and you couldn't help but be proud of yourself. You leaned in to kiss him, muttering a soft 'good boy' under your breath. He kissed you back softly this time, low purrs coming from him as you showered him with praise and affection.

This was all interrupted when Miguel's watch beeped and small hologram of Jessica appeared.

"You two lovebirds finished patrolling yet? We have a situation that needs to be taken care of." She says with a hum, a slightly smug look on her face. She knew. Of course, she did.

"We'll be there in five." Miguel said roughly, his voice completely shot.

"Oh, and try to clean up before you get here, please? We don't anyone seeing-"

"WE'LLBETHEREINFIVEBYE." Miguel yells out, embarrassment clear in his face before closing the communication line. That woman would be the death of him. He lets out an irritated sigh and looks to you, slightly startled by the lovestruck look in your eyes.

Yeah, this would be the man you'd marry, you concluded.

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Sour and Sweet

Finally got this piece done, there's daddy kinks, rough sex, and some degradation in here. Enjoy.

Length 1.8K

Yujin X Mreader, Gaeul x Mreader

You knew going to the store with Yujin was wrong from the moment you said yes. She took the daddy thing too far by going out in public and doing all this. She would stop and make a scene at every aisle when she saw something she wanted. You slowly felt yourself getting angrier as she would cry out, “Daddy, I want it! I want it, want it, want it!” Getting sick and tired of Yujin doing this every couple of minutes, you leave everything you had in your cart, grip Yujin’s hand, and drag her out of the store. “Daddy?” She says with worry in her voice. You stay silent as you get to your car, force her inside, and drive home. “Daddy, I was just joking. I didn’t mean any of it. Daddy, please not again.” Yujin figured out from your demeanor what you were planning to do once you got home and tried to plead with you on the drive there. 

Arriving home, you rush over to her side of the car, and throwing open the door, you pick her up and walk inside as she kicks and screams. “Daddy, please! I’ll be a good girl! I promise! I won’t do anything like that again!” After you toss her on your bed, Yujin crawls over to you. “Daddy, please!” 

You slap her across the face, and she holds her cheek. “You knew what would happen if you did that again, Yujin.”

“Daddy, I-” Your palm crashes against her cheek again. 

You sit down at the edge of the bed “Now, Yujin,” You say sternly. Yujin shuffles over and bends over your lap. You tear away her pants, leaving her bent over with her ass out. Your hand hovers behind it before you wind up and give her a stiff spank—Yujin yelps in pain from the brutal hit.

“Please, Daddy, not so hard” You ignore her words and give her ass another harsh smack. The clap of hit echoed slightly in the room. You keep spanking Yujin until her ass is bright red; feeling like that was enough spanking, you tell her to kneel in front of you. Undoing your belt buckle and dropping your lower garments, Yujin knows what she has to do. Her small hand reaches out and grasps your cock. As she slowly strokes it, Yujin looks at you with a pout. “Daddy, please don’t be so rough. I’m still sore from yesterday.”

“You should have thought about that before you decide to act out, Yujin.” Yujin starts to kiss the head of your cock. She holds her soft lips against it. 

Looking up at you, she asks in a cute voice, “Can you please be gentle with me, Daddy?” Yujin follows this by taking your cock in her mouth; her tongue swirls around you as she looks into your eyes. You place your hand on her head, patting her. Yujin smiles at you as she continues to suck your cock; moving your hand to the back of her head, you force her to take all of your cock. Not expecting you to force yourself down her throat, Yujin gags. You hold her head there while she gets teary-eyed and tries to push herself away. You enjoy the feeling of her throat wrapped around your cock for just a bit longer before you finally let her go. Yujin pants as she tries to catch her breath. You stand up and grab her head again. “Daddy wai-” You force her head to the base of your cock, and start thrusting into her throat.

“You’re such a bitch, Yujin. How many times have I told you to knock that off when we’re in public? You knew what would happen if you didn’t. You’re a bitch who likes being punished, aren’t you?”  

Muffled by the sound of your cock in her mouth, you hear, “Yes, Daddy.” As you continue thrusting into her mouth, you feel yourself nearing climax. Holding Yujin’s head even closer, you rapidly thrust into her, and your balls smack against her chin as you facefuck her. Tears run down her cheek as you hold her in place, your cum flowing down her throat. As you pull out, Yujin makes sure to suck on the head of your cock before it escapes her. You tilt her head back, and Yujin opens her mouth, showing you she drank all of your cum. She tries to stand up to leave, but you force her back onto the bed. Yujin lies face down, her bright red ass high in the air.

“I’m not done with you yet, Yujin; I need to punish you some more. That way, you learn your lesson.” Bringing her ass closer, you press your slick cock against her asshole. As she tries to plead for you to hold on, you ram yourself into her. 

Yujin screams out in pain, “Daddy!” 

You relish the feeling of Yujin's tight asshole; you stay inside for a few seconds before you start thrusting. Pulling yourself out till just the head remains inside her, you thrust back in. “You’re such a bitch, Yujin; you always cause so much trouble for me. It would be better for me to break you and make you my cocksleeve. But you like the sound of that, don’t you? You want to be used by me.”

Yujin starts mumbling, “Yes, daddy, I want to be your personal cocksleeve. I love being fucked by you.” her mind is lost to the pleasure as her eyes roll into the back of her head. Yujin bites down on the blankets as you start to be rougher with her. Your thrusts get stronger, and you pull her hair back, causing her neck to snap back. “I’m just a bitch and a whore who needs to be punished with your hard cock, daddy. Please, please, please punish me more.” You feel Yujin’s asshole get tighter around your cock as she squirts over your bed. Enraged, you shove her head into the bed with one hand while you spank her with the other. 

“Who said you could cum!” You yell at her. 

You keep pounding away at her ass as she weakly says, “I’m sorry, Daddy, I’m sorry.” You feel your balls tighten as you keep going deep inside her ass; with your final thrust, you impale Yujin’s ass, filling her to the brim with cum. Giving yourself a second to recover, wrap your hand around her throat and lightly choke her before you start moving again. 

“You'll be punished until I feel you’ve had enough, Yujin.” You would spend the next two hours using Yujin as a fuck doll to get rid of your pent-up anger. Once you’ve had enough of Yujin, you step out into the kitchen to get something to drink. As you drink a glass of water, you feel another body pressed against your back, small and nimble hands grasping your cock, slowly stroking it. You let out a groan as they continue to jerk you off slowly. 

“Hi, daddy. Can I please have some of your cum?” You turn your head to see Gaeul’s cute face looking up toward you. 

“Anything for my good girl.” You say; Gaeul quickly gets on her knees and has her mouth wide open as she awaits your cock. You turn around, cock in hand, and trace her lips with the head before letting her suck on the head of your cock. Gaeul’s small mouth struggles with just the head of your cock, but she makes up for it by stroking the rest of your cock. Her small tongue laps at the head of your cock before she tries to take more of you in her mouth. You pat her head as you enjoy her warm mouth. 

Through the cock in her mouth Gaeul asks, “Am I doing a good job, daddy?” 

“You’re doing great, Gaeul. I’m going to cum soon, so you better get ready.” As she hears your warning, Gaeul starts bobbing her head quickly and making small but quick strokes of the base of your cock. You begin to moan loudly as your cum starts flowing into Gaeul’s mouth. Once you finish, you pull out and look at Gaeul; her cheeks are stretched a little as her mouth is full of cum. You watch Gaeul slowly drink your cum and open her mouth to show you she drank it all. 

She smiles at you and giggles, “Your cum tastes so good, daddy!” Gaeul pauses for a second before asking. “Can I have some more cum, Daddy?” 

“Of course, Gaeul.” You ready yourself to have Gaeul give you another blowjob.

“No, daddy, I want it in here.” Gaeul motions toward her pussy as she says that. You smile as you lift her and place her on the dinner table. Gaeul lifts her skirt, and you rub your cock against her entrance, teasing her a bit. You hear Gaeul’s whines as you tease her; looking at her face, you see her cute pout. “Daddy, don’t tease me!” 

“Alright, Gaeul.” You push into Gaeul’s pussy, and both of you moan from the wave of pleasure. You bend over and steal a kiss from Gaeul. “I love you, Gaeul; you’re such a good girl for daddy” You start to thrust at a moderate pace, Gaeul’s pussy is stretched around your cock, and her walls offer some resistance making the pleasure all the more incredible. Gaeul pulls you into a deep kiss, her tongue tracing your lips as she wants more. You start rubbing Gaeul’s clit as you keep moving; Gaeul starts to moan into your kisses as she nears her climax. 

“I’m gonna cum; I’m gonna cum!” She screams as she holds you close. 

You whisper to her, “It’s okay, Gaeul, you can cum.” As you give her permission, Gaeul’s midsection lurches upwards as she cums over your cock. Gaeul’s tightened pussy felt too good, and with a few more thrusts, you felt yourself nearing the edge. 

“Tell me where you want my cum Gaeul!” You yell as you start to thrust into her rapidly. 

“Inside, Daddy cum inside my pussy!” As you plant yourself deeply inside Gaeul as your cum floods her pussy. Gaeul ends up cumming again from your orgasm, and you collapse on top of her. Weakly you hear Gaeul say, “I love you, Daddy.”

“I love you too, Gaeul; I wish Yujin could be more like you” You kiss Gaeul on the cheek as you pull out of her. “Gaeul, would you mind cleaning up in here? I’m going to take a shower.” 

“Can I come with you, Daddy? I promise to clean up after!” Gaeul gives you puppy eyes, and you’re unable to refuse her. 

“Alright, you can come along.”

“Thank you, daddy!”

ok hi! im back again for my 3rd request and you guessed it.....maddy perez! i wanted to know if you could write a fic where the black!male!reader is in a sort of feud with nate, but he brings maddy into it, telling nate that if he doesn't chill, he's gonna fuck his girl, then later at a party, he catches nate eyeing him and is like "i tried to tell him" and it ends in a very very dirty maddy smut, with the reader recording maddy giving him head and him fucking her and sending them to nate, could you include choking and squirting?

𝐂.𝐀.𝐁. || 𝐌𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐳

"𝘐𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘺 𝘚𝘩𝘰𝘵𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯' 𝘴𝘢𝘶𝘤𝘺 𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘐𝘧 𝘐 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭, 𝘐'𝘮 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺, 𝘯𝘰 𝘐 𝘢𝘪𝘯'𝘵 𝘤𝘶𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘯' 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺"

Inspo: Chris Brown - C.A.B. (Catch A Body)

Pairing: Maddy Perez x Black!Male!reader

Summary: You gave the stupid fuck his warning. Whatever happens after is what comes from his mistake.

Warnings: Rough smut, squirting, degradation kink, blowjob (?), choking kink, and praise kink.

Words 1014

DNI IF YOU'RE YOUNGER THAN 18!

“Y/n, back the fuck off.” Nate’s warning fell on deaf ears as you smirked at the boy.

“And what the fuck are you going to do, Jacobs? All you do is threaten and do everything like a little bitch. You aren’t anything without your daddy.” Your amusement held no bounds when it came to Nate.

For years, the two of you had been at each other's throats. Always one-uping the other in any way possible, but as of recent, he had beaten you to Maddy. Scoring the girl as his girlfriend after you’d been working at her for weeks. Spending nights at her place and genuinely being interested. But Nate beat you to it, but if anyone knew you and the rivalry you had with Nate, you weren’t backing down that easy.

Pushing your finger into the boy’s chest as students watched onward as the two of you argued in the hall. “If you don’t fuck off, I’ll fuck your girl, bro. Best believe that.” Patting his shoulder, you walked away with an evil grin. If Nate knew you good enough, he knew you would hold that promise.

No one understood or took you seriously when you said such things. No sensible or thoughtful person would be a homewrecker, but you weren’t any type of normal person. This was high school and this was Highland, this shit happened all the fucking time. Either behind doors or out at parties where rumours caught like wildfires.

So, tonight led to you letting loose, as per any party. And somewhere during the time you drinking with your friends, your eyes found Nate, who was staring directly at you. His drunken glare was amusing for you to see. What made it better was that Nate had no idea that that simple look was enough to set you up for your plan.

“So gorgeous, baby.” Your hand ran through Maddy’s hair, softly grabbing the back of her hair and carefully pushing her head down your length. She blinked away the tears, eyes stinging from the lack of air and the bright flashlight from your phone blasting down on her dishevelled features.

Maddy wasn’t entirely sure how she ended up kneeling between your legs with your cock hitting the back of her throat. What she did know was that she had heard what you threatened Nate and that she had shamelessly been turned on by the threat. Whenever you two had sex, she knew she was in for a storm. And tonight, with your pent-up feelings and the video she consented to you recording, she was guessing this would be far different from anything she’s experienced with you.

Her throat contracted around your cock, letting out choked coughs as you allowed her to ease her head up to catch her breath. She panted, lips and chin covered in her spit as her tiny hands stroked your cock and fondled your balls. Grinning when she heard you groan in approval.

“I think she likes me, Nate,” you said aloud with a chuckle as Maddy couldn’t contain her own. “Can you take all of me, sweety?” You asked, hand stroking her cheek.

Obediently, Maddy nodded and slowly ease your cock into her mouth. Her tongue darted out, licking your reddened tip with a hum. You sighed, eyes falling shut as you made sure to keep the camera focused on Maddy. Wanting Nate to see everything when you sent him the text after you were done with her.

She eased further until her lips hit your pelvis, eyes rolling back with a gag escaping her lips. You saw the bulge of her throat from your cock, nearly cumming just at the sight. Pulling her off, you sigh. “Get on the bed.”

Maddy couldn’t control how her body was practically scalding hot. She was turned on judging by her dampened heat and how rough, yet, soft you treated her. And when she was laid out for you, legs parted, she saw you smile behind the phone. One that looked as genuine as she had ever seen.

Grabbing your cock, you carefully lined up with Maddy’s dripping core. Jabbing it with your tip and dragging your cock in her arousal and over her clit. Smiling when you heard the girl whimper in response. “So adorable.” You whispered.

Pushing yourself all the way in, Maddy gasped and sat up on her elbows. You let out a guttural moan, unable to hold the small laugh that fell from your lips as you quickened your pace to a brutal slam, causing Maddy to cry out. The sound of the headboard slamming against the wall accompanied the sound of flesh slapping together.

“Does Nate make you feel like this?” Maddy had no way of responding, fisting the sheets beneath her as she choked on moans with your cock pounding her. But your hand carefully wrapping around her throat grounded her once again. Whimpering with a shake of her head as your fingers tensed around her throat. “That’s what I thought. Who would’ve guessed that piece of shit couldn’t fuck you properly. Like a fucking slut.”

Maddy’s hands were wrapped around your wrist, moaning as the sound of skin slapping together bounced off the walls. Both of you had long forgotten about the party taking place downstairs where neither of you was sure if Nate had already left or was possibly still there. But neither of you gave a shit.

Bringing your free hand to the girl’s clit, you felt her walls flutter around you convulsively. A grin formed on your lips as you rubbed faster and harder, enjoying the view of Maddy letting out choked moans, body arching off the mattress.

“Y-Y/n!” She cried out, legs shaking on either side of you as suddenly pulled your cock out. A stream shot out from her, a cry falling from her lips as you laughed. Continued to rub the girl’s clit as she panted.

“Ah, I think she’s mine, Jacobs.” You moved the camera up to show Maddy’s tired features. “Think we should give him a part two, Maddy?”

Cotton’s favorite farmer is Todoroki because they have their “birthmarks” on the same side! She generally follows him around while he works and Todoroki just let’s her do her thing since she (usually) doesn’t get in his way.

She head butts whoever she likes.

Endearing but painful.

Nearly Caught

This was the fic chosen via the weekly poll we have. I hope you can all enjoy it. While I did say it would involve two 3rd gen idols I never said it would be a threesome lol. Rather simple with some spanking, but nothing rough.

Length 1.8K

Tzuyu x Mreader, Mina x Mreader

Today was the first time you'd have dinner with any of the Twice members. It was nerve-wracking for you, but Mina assured you it would be fine. They all liked you at least a little, and it would only be Tzuyu; the rest of the members had to cancel due to schedules. Her gummy smile was enough to calm you for the moment, and dinner was going well enough. As drinks flowed through the meal, things became a little more lively. Everything went smoothly until you felt Tzuyu's feet at your crotch. She rubbed the sole of her foot against your crotch, you got an erection from her actions, and she knew it too—a devious smile formed across her face as she continued without Mina noticing. Mina chats with her younger member, and Tzuyu can hold the conversation while she teases you. As the meal comes to a close, Mina is thoroughly drunk. You have to carry her to her bed as she struggles to walk. Mina holds you tightly. “Thank you, honey.” She says with a slur

When you return to the dining room, Tzuyu runs her finger along the rim of her glass as she looks in your direction. "I think it's time for you to go, Tzuyu."

Tzuyu stands from her chair and slowly moves toward you, her button-down dress slightly swaying with each step. "But I don't want to leave yet. We could have some fun, couldn't we?" As she reaches you, her hand runs across your bulge. "You're already hard. Why not let me take care of you?" She said in a low voice. Before you can respond, Tzuyu kisses you, wrapping her arms behind your neck to keep you in place. "Mina's going to be asleep; she won't hear a thing."

It must've been all the alcohol flowing through your system when you decide to kiss Tzuyu. She pushes you back until you reach the living room. She mounts you as you fall back onto the couch. Tzuyu grabs your face and kisses you again; this time, her kiss is hungry. She wants more. "Tzuyu-" 

"Be quiet; let me take care of you. You have no idea how much I wanted this." Her hands work quickly to take off your pants. She has to dismount you and gets on her knees. As she does that, you take off your shirt. Once your cock is free of its constraints, you notice Tzuyu's big grin. She lacks her lips and gives the head of your cock a kiss. Squeezing the head between her soft lips. Tzuyu pushes past the head and takes part of your shaft in her mouth as she bobs her head. One hand fondled your balls as the other pumped on the part of your shaft that she wasn't sucking. Her tongue swirls around your cock as she tries to take more of it in. 

"Fuck Tzuyu, that feels amazing," you moan. Tzuyu giggles hearing you moan her name. She hits you with puppy eyes as she keeps going, arousing you further. You place your hand on the top of her head, and Tzuyu pushes herself further down. You feel your cock hit the back of her throat. The tightness of it feels incredible and drives you to the edge. "Tzuyu, I'm going to cum." Tzuyu starts face fucking herself hearing you say that. She forces herself to reach the base of your cock before returning to just the head. She laps at the head for a moment. Tasting you're precum before diving back to the base of your cock. After she does this one more time, you explode, and your cum floods into her mouth, filling her cheeks. Tzuyu hadn't expected that much cum, and it overflowed. Your cum seeps from the corner of her mouth and down her chin onto her dress.

Tzuyu slowly drinks all the cum in her mouth, exaggerating her movements to make it more erotic. "Tasty," she says as she starts to collect the cum that escaped her. Once she's got everything, Tzuyu starts to unbutton her dress; slowly, you see her slight cleavage unobscured by a bra, then her toned abs, and then you notice she wasn't wearing any panties. 

"Not wearing any panties? Did you plan this out?"

"Of course not. I just love the ease of access it gives me." She says as she mounts you again. Tzuyu aligns herself with your cock and lets her weight push her down. Your cock splits open her folds as you push deep into her. "Oh, that's it, you're filling me up. Mina always said your cock was big, but it's so different feeling it inside me than imagining it."  Tzuyu grinds on your cock; you focus on the feeling of her pussy wrapped around your cock, rubbing every part of it evenly. Soon enough, Tzuyu feels comfortable enough to start moving. She raises her hips before dropping them down forcefully. "Fuck, this is the best. Your cock's so big; it's knocking at my womb." Tzuyu starts to bounce at a moderate pace each time, driving herself to the vase of your cock. Her moans grow loud, and you're forced to kiss her to keep her quiet. You grab onto her hips and help drive your cock deeper into her tight pussy. Tzuyu moans into the kiss, feeling herself near her first orgasm. "I'm going to cum; I'm going to cum" She whispers in your ear. You're interrupted by the sounds of Mina's door opening; Tzuyu hears it too, and she gets off you and hides. She makes sure to grab her dress so as not to leave much evidence. 

Mina leaves her room and walks into the living room; spotting you on the couch naked, she asks while slurring, "what are you doing honey?" 

Still drunk, she isn't in an entirely right state of mind. "I was masturbating; I didn't want to bother you."

"Oh honey, I'll always help you," she says while walking toward you. Mina starts stripping out of her clothing and is completely naked by the time she reaches you. She gets by your ear, "Do you want my pussy or my ass, baby?" She asks. 

"I want your pussy." Mina whines a little and has a sad expression. You reach over and squeeze her ass, "You know I want your ass too, but I want to put a baby in you first." 

Mina's frown turned to a smile, "Oh baby, you should've said that first." She straddles you and lowers her hips until she feels your head push past her outer lips. She coos as she takes in more of your cock. You grip Mina's ass as you stand up. Mina yelps as you do but quickly wraps her legs around your waist. You start thrusting into Mina, driving your cock deep into her slick pussy. "Fuck me, baby, just like that!" She screams as you continue to pound into her. Mina's pussy cradles your cock as you ram into it. Mina raises your head for a kiss. You start spanking Mina's ass, turning it bright red. Mina whispers, "I've been such a naughty girl, baby. Spank me harder." You do so, rubbing Mina's ass before sending your hand crashing into it. Pained moans come from Mina with each strike. Soon her legs tighten around you. "Fuck I'm going to cum. Give me your baby batter, knock me up and make me a mommy!" She screams as her climax washes over her. Mina's back arches, and she flings her head back. Her tightened pussy forces you over the edge, and you paint Mina's pussy white with your cum. "Take it all, Mina!" You yell as you cum. Mina's legs release their hold on you, and she stands once you pull out of her. 

Your cum starts to drip out of Mina as she kisses you, "thank you, baby." Mina starts wandering back to bed. "Don't stay up late. I need to sleep after that." You sit back on the couch and hear the door to Mina's room close. As soon as the door closes, Tzuyu emerges from behind the sofa.

"Looks like Mina got all the cum I worked so hard for. At least I got a good show out of it. You know, I'm still close. I was fingering myself while I watched you pour all that delicious cum inside her. I want that too, you know." Tzuyu walks around the couch and straddles you again. As you push deep inside her pussy again, you note the differences between Mina and Tzuyu. Tzuyu was tighter, but Mina's felt like she made for your cock. You weren't going to tell Tzuyu that, though. Tzuyu bounced on your cock, moaning whenever she felt it hit her womb. "Do you see it? Look at how your cock is bulging from my pussy." She says, drawing attention to your cock, creating a visible bulge. "I'm so close. Are you going to cum inside me like you did, Mina? I want it; please cum inside me."

"I'm going to cum soon too." 

"Cum inside me, do it. Flood my pussy with your seed. Get me pregnant; I won't tell anyone; this will be our dirty little secret." Tzuyu's words stir something inside of you, and you start thrusting upwards when she drips her hips. "Oh fuck. Do you like the sound of that? Getting me pregnant while your wife is sleeping in the other room?"

"You're going to be my little cumslut from now on, Tzuyu." You grab her hips and start slamming her down in time with your thrusts. Tzuyu kisses you to keep from screaming as she begins to cum. You feel her pussy squeeze down on your cock, milking it as you start to cum. Your seed floods her womb, filling her to the brim. Once your orgasms end, Tzuyu leans her body against yours, tired. 

"Your cum feels so hot inside me. I'll make sure to be a good cumslut for you." Tzuyu unmounted you and started to get dressed. "I have to go now before Mina gets back up. It's been fun; I hope we can do this again soon." Your cum drips down her legs as Tzuyu kisses you one final time before leaving your apartment. 

As time went on, it seemed like you had a bit of luck on your side. Tzuyu never got pregnant, while Mina did. When Mina couldn't have sex anymore, Tzuyu provided you an outlet for all your sexual frustration. You would occasionally call out of work and visit Tzuyu, where you'd spend the day fucking her until she was covered in cum. Then you would shower and come home to Mina, who didn't suspect a thing.

stuck | bakugou katsuki

synopsis ↬ bakugou hates when nerds are better than him OR you get stuck in a closet but bakugou doesn’t feel like helping

warnings ↬ stuckage/kabeshiri, dub/non-con, college au, non-con picture taking, soft bully bakugou(?), bakugou doesn't act like a bully in the beginning but he does later on, the reader's favorite class is biology, the reader is a nerd, i'm sorry if i offend any nerds, the way you get stuck is kinda poorly written and i'm sorry, do not read if you don’t like being in tight spaces, or-l (receiving), f-ngering (receiving), bakugou calls you a lot of names (not nice names), slut-shaming, objectification, swearing, reader is wearing a skirt, leashes (brief), if you get confused at how I describe the scene just look at the header image, let me know if i've missed anything

pairings ↬ agedup!bully!bakugou katsuki x fem!nerdy!reader

word count ↬ 3.7k

Carefully carrying your biology class's materials, you strode along the partially empty halls to your destination. Professor Kayama, your biology instructor, asked if you could return them to a storage room in preparation for her next class. Being an exemplary student, you happily agreed — not minding the heavy load of fragile items. You held a large plastic tub of different materials she neatly stacked before handing them to you. Your slow-paced walk seemed to agitate some of your fellow classmates trying to hurry to their next activity, yet you didn't mind.

Entering the large storage area, you place the materials that manage to fit inside your arms on the floor. The room was quite large, filled with all assortments of items used in her class. All of which, you could name without even needing to try. Sticking your nose in science textbooks all day certainly paid off. The chatter of a loud group of students just outside the closed door seemed to distract you from your thoughts, just briefly.

You tried to unlock a door leading to a walk-in closet area, except it seemed to be jammed. This was a usual reoccurrence; Professor Kayama would always complain about the door, saying that it always gave her problems and that bringing this to your university for a fix would amount to nothing. She said, "they're too busy with less important things, i'll teach you how to fix it," and so she did.

It was a sliding door, the type that never swung open for "safety reasons". You tightly grasped the handle, pulling the door in the opposite direction while pressing all your strength against it. Finally, the door seemed to magically become smooth on its hinges and glided open with ease. Professor Kayama warned you never to suddenly push against the door with too much force at once as it would make the gears loose and jam it once again. So far, you've managed to survive the faulty door and any mishaps but you knew that you would eventually encounter some problems.

You pick up the plastic tub and enter the room, quickly arranging each object in its correct location. Of course, this wasn't your only duty for the day; Professor Kayama requested that you also tidy any materials that seemed out of place as she needed to leave campus early.

Again, you didn't mind. In fact, you seemed to enjoy knowing that you were her most-trusted pupil. The favorite of the class and the clear spark for envy from the other students. Always scoring the highest out of everyone in your class. Seated in the front during her lectures with your pen and paper ready to take notes while most students couldn't focus or snoozed off in the middle of class. You were the role model for them all to follow, and yet they could never match your pace.

Of course, with all of this attention, you attracted one jealous follower. A boy in your class with a name you were too busy to remember. It started with a "B", that was the only part you decided to memorize. You weren't interested in trying to become 'buddies' with people you wouldn't see again in four years. He always sat at the back of the lecture hall, too enamored with his friends to pay attention. You could vividly recall during one class hearing the obnoxious laughter of a friend he affectionately called, "dunce-face". The cacophony of their voices disrupted the entire lesson, irritating both you and Professor Kayama. You only noticed him because of his performance after every exam, project, and quiz.

The blonde would always try to outperform you. Yet, for the first time in his life, you made him experience failure.

Always coming in a distant second place to you; a sharp contrast to his perfect scores in every other class he took, passing them all with flying colors. You couldn't fathom how he did so well in a class he seemed to show no interest in.

His group of friends certainly weren't the brightest. The annoying one in your class failed nearly every test he took. While the rest weren't focused, instead finding ways to get a freshman's number so they could get their dicks wet. You concluded that he simply cheated on his exams. You were wrong. The notes for all his classes were extensive and thorough. He did whatever he could to ensure his throne was at the top of every class; the only thing more unbearable than last place was second.

His attempt at going above you only led to more shortcomings. Studying all night for a quiz that he ended up sleeping through was unfortunate, but he could get over it. Until he learned that you received another perfect score. Professor Kayama felt bad for him, she couldn't do much except arrange a tutoring session with you as his instructor. He didn't need her pity. He didn't need your pity.

You weren't elated with Professor Kayama's request for you to tutor him, yet you couldn't reject your favorite teacher. You approached him after class a few months ago, plastering your biggest and brightest fake smile. Waving your hand, a little too cheerful and innocent for his liking, and uttering words that made his hatred for you stronger: "I know this class is difficult, so would you like my help? I'm always free if you have any questions, we can be study partners! So, what do you say?"

God, your sweet tooth-rotting voice made him nauseous. You had to be faking it; that professor was watching over you like a hawk. You didn't know how humiliating it was for him. He had so much he wanted to say; resentful sentiments that would leave you beneath him with tears streaming out of your puffy eyes. The perfect view.

As you stood in front of him with your hand outstretched and waiting for his acceptance, his rage surged. You watched as his blood rushed to his reddening cheeks and ears, somewhat intimidated by his strange reaction. Infuriated with your weak attempt at challenging him, the blonde kissed his teeth and stormed out of the classroom. His gaze lingered on you for months following that interaction.

Until his deep ruby eyes caught you entering the storage room, running errands like a mule for your professors.

"Oi, Bakugou!" Yelled his red-haired friend standing across him in the hallway, "Are you listening?" Upon seeing the blonde nod, he continued. "So, you comin' to Mina's party?"

"Yeah, yeah... whatever," He said while running his fingers over the scruff of his neck. Kirishima named a list of girls attending like an elementary student reciting the alphabet, he's surprised he remembers each one. Momo, Uraraka, Yui... He recognized some, they were his frequent calls whenever he needed a quick fuck.

"—that girl in our english class," Kirishima peers up, trying to think once again before a lightbulb flickers in his head. "Denki tried with the smart girl in bio... fuck, I forgot her name... (Y/N) or something like that..."

"Who..?" He wasn't even sure why he bothered asking when he heard correctly the first time.

"That nerdy chick, always at the front in class,"

"Oh,"

"Yeah, but he said she's frigid... said no to his face before he could convince her. Too bad, she sounds like my type," Kirishima snickers under his breath as the blonde stays still.

By now, you've finished cleaning up most of the equipment and returned each of them to their assigned locations. Despite all of your years around fragile science materials, you seem to forget some essential points about safety. You can hear the familiar sound of heavy footsteps outside the closed door. Where have you heard them before? You only peeked away for a second; unfortunately, one second is enough time for an accident to happen.

Hitting your shin on the leg of a nearby desk before tripping over your feet, you fall on your knees and tummy — landing in the cramped walkway with the top half of your body inside the closet. You didn't have enough time to register the shockwave of pain through your legs. The closet's sliding door barrels down and pins you by the waist. Locking your body in place and wedging you right against the door frame. Fuck, it sounded like a cliché from a video on the Hub, which made it more embarrassing.

You try to move and twist your waist but to no avail. You reach your nearest hand to the door and push, yet it 'conveniently' seems jammed in place. For what feels like an eternity, you try desperately to move your body in any way that you can. You make some progress by managing to kneel on the hard tiles, yet the pain from falling prevents you from standing upright. Maybe you sprained something? You don't know, but you need to get out of here fast.

The last thing you want is to be a burden, but in reality, you should be concerned with someone thinking you're an idiot for falling like this. With few choices, you decide to call for help, "help..! somebody..! please, i need help!"

You should have been suspicious when you heard the sound of the front door opening. A minute hadn't even passed. It closes softly, and the faint sound of the lock fills the empty air. Asking if someone was there only led to more silence. The ground trembles like some desks have moved out of the way; obviously, someone was inside.

"Oh gosh, thank you..! I'm so clumsy, I don't know how this happened..." You continue rambling on, thinking they're clearing away to make space and rescue you. When they don't respond, you crane your neck behind only to see the disgruntled blonde — whose name you can't bother remembering — standing over you through the gap in the closet door. "Oh, it's you. Sorry, I don't know your name..."

"Doesn't fuckin' matter," Yet, he seems to grimace at your unnecessary comment. He menacingly looms over your body, making you too anxious and scared to look away.

"S- Sorry if I'm being a burden, but as you can see—" You say while trying to wiggle and show that you can't move but unintentionally show off your bum. "—I'm a little stuck, can you help me?"

"Why should I?" He says with an unwavering expression. He's dead serious. Piercing down at you beneath him while bubbling with excitement, he's won the jackpot.

"Uh... well, I'm hurt really bad. I can't get up on my own," That's unfortunate.

The whole situation was simply comical; he wanted to burst out laughing so bad, so that's what he did. His resounding yet obnoxious voice traveled through every wall of the room. This had to be a joke. There was no way that you of all the people he knew could end up in a situation like this. His cheeky grin only left you confused, clutching his belly as if he'd been injured.

"I know this might seem funny to you, but it's not. Please don't laugh..."

"But it is," He said, finally calming down and catching his breath. "I'm finding it hard to believe the teacher's pet could end up like this. Don’t tell me you’re a dumbass,"

"If you won't help me, will you just find someone else?" You turn your head around, letting your guard down for a moment. When will you learn to stop doing that?

"Why? Don't like me?" The feeling of his foot pushing into your lower back startles you. You aren't given much time to react before it's forcefully arched lower into an uncomfortable position, giving him a full view of your ass.

"H- Hey..! Cut that out..!" Your skirt rides up your thighs, exposing your cotton panties to his mischievous eyes. Greedy hands feel up your soft bum before giving it a tap.

"Wish I could help, but I don't feel like it," He says after finishing his touches. Staring off into the distance, acting as if he'd been genuinely contemplating whether or not to aid you.

"What..?" He eases his foot off your back and chooses to squat behind you. His hands caress your hips before lifting your skirt upwards, exposing your clothed heat.

"Sorry, love, you just look so pretty beneath me," He hooks his fingers under the fabric of your panties, chuckling to himself once he sees you struggle in his hands. Completely unfazed. "It's Bakugou... Katsuki, my name,"

Bakugou. Bakugou.

The surname rings a bell, it sounds so familiar. How could you forget? Your meager interactions with him flood back in your mind, but it's too late to remedy and make amends.

Tugging your panties past your cheeks, Bakugou left you uncovered as his hands freely roamed. He cupped each mound of flesh in his hands, spreading them apart and watching your folds glisten. His thumb runs along your labia, making your body shudder at the foreign sensation. Trying to ask him questions proved pointless; instead, the blonde whispered under his breath about you being desperate “like a bitch in heat”. Partially in disbelief at the sight of your slick as you rubbed your thighs together; you're really enjoying this, aren't you?

Circling his fingers over your clit and massaging your nub, your teeth sink into your lip to hold back moans. His fingers are skilled, he's done this plenty of times with other girls in the past. Yet, the way that he touches hints that he wants to go slow. Take his time and enjoy it as if you were his first. Smirking at your glistening heat as if to prove to his corrupted mind that his actions were justified.

To him, you were a conquest. The trophy on his display case that would become the envy of all his friends.

"W- Wait... Please don't—... do that..!" You want to sound strong, yet your voice is in the same sweet intonation.

Bakugou doesn't take you seriously, not when constant mewls float out of your lips and into his ears. Instead, saying he'll stop when he's finished in a tone that causes your heart to race with panic. You feel something warm and icky suddenly touching your heat; using his thumb, he spreads it across your folds while mumbling about "getting you ready". You don't even bother asking, succumbing to his lustful desires.

Maybe this is all he'll do. Feel you up and then help you when he's done, right?

You couldn't be more wrong.

His flat tongue takes a slow lap at your warmth as your hips wiggle again in his hold. Using both hands, Bakugou pins you still by your waist and lower back — holding you tight until you can't struggle. His grip is too strong, fingernails scratching into your skin. You don't stand a chance. He forces your back to arch more, releasing a hum of approval at your compliance. Kirishima said you were frigid, but now you've got him second-guessing.

His tongue darts across your clit with ease; gliding over your sensitive bud as your walls flutter. Teasing your sex just right, only taking Bakugou a few minutes to guess the spots that would drive you insane. The same insanity he was plagued with whenever he was around your presence. You tried using your legs to kick at the blonde, toes curling in your shoes. He swears into your pussy in frustration, why can't you just stay still? The vibration of his voice sends a wave of pleasure through as you moan in response, "nngh... d- don't i... i can't...ahh~"

One of your kicks nearly strikes him in the chest with full force. Your last attempt at fleeing once an intense pain surges through your leg. He simply finds it humorous again, the thought of you overpowering him. Bakugou moves one of his hands to your leg, pinning it to the tile flooring. Still determined, he continues his assault on your now swollen clit. Attached to your pussy and coaxing out your clear essence onto his tongue. Savoring your taste on his tongue, moving his head downwards, and giving you one final kiss on your clit.

You wince, feeling his thick middle finger sink inside your sopping entrance. Bakugou's thumb extends over the hood of your clit, soon covering both fingers in slick. Peaking through the gap, he sees your figure, biting on your fingers but failing to hide your whimpers — he can't wait to get out of this stuffy room — praying that you cum soon so he can see your face of pure bliss afterward.

Kirishima always said he preferred inexperienced girls. Always seemed to get attached easily with a few words of affection. Made good fucks for a quickie; send them a teddy bear, say you're sorry if you hurt them, and they'll be at your beck and call.

The familiar high pitch in your voice is something he hears too often, fully knowing what happens next. "don't tell me you're gonna cum already, love?" He taunts while his finger curls over another spot that sends a loud moan through the room. Bakugou's thumb presses deeper against your clit, smirking at your frequent pulsating walls.

"N- No..! I'm not...!"

"Hm, you're not? You're drippin' down here babe. Squeezin' me too. Was hoping you'd save some for my cock instead." His... what? You twist around, trying to stop him by reaching out but he grabs your hand instead. Stopping you from turning around and inspecting you like his newest toy, he says, "Ah, that's the pretty face I missed,"

Another digit enters you with ease, quivering against him and sucking him further with every graze against your g-spot. The familiar pooling of warmth below your stomach was hard to ignore. "should've known you were a slut when I saw your cute little pussy, only dumb sluts get wet like that," The boost of confidence he received once feeling your spasming walls was immense, clenching around him with every degrading word.

He slows, but not to a complete stop. "kats!—..." you whine in frustration, quickly pressing your lips together afterward. It surprises you as much as it does him. Not understanding why, after all this time, you wanted him more than ever. He edged you closer and closer, his fingertips kissing your cervix.

"Beg me," He said, yet you fought your lips to stay still, not wanting to embarrass yourself further. "Ah, teacher's pet thinks she's better than me, huh?" Bakugou's heavy hand suddenly connected with your bum, making you yelp at the stinging pain, "You know, I've got all day..."

"Please," You said weakly. Not good enough.

"C'mon, you can do better. Don't you wanna cum on my fingers..?" He spoke in a condescending tone, caressing the spot on your ass where he hit.

Fuck it, your head was far too gone. "please, katsu— i need... i wanna cum so bad..." Close, but not yet.

"Can't hear you, babe," His hand moves to tap against your clit, making you shudder with every hit. "Be a good little bitch for me, speak up..."

"Fu—Fuck... Katsu... please make me cum..! Need you... bad, lemme cum on your fingers— please..!

He smirked to himself, not entirely pleased but you'll learn — you're such an obedient student. Continuing with his pace, his thumb rolled across your swollen sex as the blonde watched expectantly. Making you unwind with every curl of his fingers until finally, a wave of pleasure rode over your body. Cum gushed from your entrance and onto Bakugou's fingers as he massaged your spot. Quickly finding himself mesmerized by your trembling thighs and sounds of ecstasy.

Eagerly removing his fingers once you've calmed, helping you ride out your orgasm before licking them clean. He moved to your dripping cunt, happily lapping at whatever sticky essence overflowed until his lips and chin shined under the overhead lights. As you pant and quiver, he gives you some encouraging pats on your bum.

He stands, and you hear the jingle of his belt before seeing his shadow move closer to you. Pushing his brawny arms through the gap, he loops the leather belt around your neck before fastening it. Bakugou gives an experimental tug and forces the strap upwards. The loop is loose enough for you to breathe but tight enough to leave indents.

He uses his strength to push the slider door open; it moves with ease. The old pesky thing was barely jammed, you probably could’ve gotten up on your own if you tried hard enough. Bakugou stares down as you try to move despite your aches and pains. “dummy doesn’t know basic physics, could’ve opened it yourself, bitch,”

Ignoring him, you try to stand but the blonde grasps the strap of his belt and tugs your body downward — making you fall straight on your knees again. Your body has become numb to the pain; when he presses his foot against your back again, you don’t even flinch. Bakugou kisses his teeth, annoyed that you're still whimpering. His belt is too short to stand, so he squats in front of you.

As you try to find comfort by caressing your aches, he pinches one of your cheeks harshly — forcing you to stare up at him, all teary-eyed and disheveled. The quick flash of his smartphone camera blinds your eyes, flashing white before fading.

"What did you do..?" You ask, but he doesn't need to answer. Instead, Bakugou moves his phone away from your face. "Please don't show that to your friends..."

It should've made him guilty. Hearing your desperate voice with puppy eyes begging him. But it only reminded him why he hated you so much, so weak and fragile yet somehow above him.

"Don't fuckin' look at me like that... I won't," No matter how much of an ass he wanted to be, he could never do that.

You're his personal conquest, the trophy, and the envy of all his friends. Knowing you, you'll probably take your 'goody-two shoes' ass and run to that professor you're close with or someone else he doesn't know. You can't run away yet, he wants to have more fun. Maybe fuck your brains out til' his name is the only thing your dumb ass can remember.

Bakugou stands and decides to bring his phone out once again, this time recording.

"I won't tell a soul, so put on your prettiest face... just for me,"

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I like rabbits (he’s holding nothing dw)

—Last time you got violated by your master now it’s your turn to violate some bunny boys 🤤🤤

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Title : 🫐🍆a rabbit getting fucked by a monster

TOPDOMMALEREADER

Content Warnings : Monster reader, tentacles, size difference 🤤, noncon, dubcon, reader is in a rut, breeding, eggs, blood, and you are fucking a goddam bunny

You » the monster

(M/N) » the bunny

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Almond Tofu

bottom!ftm Xiao x top!masc Reader

↳ W.C: 1,095

↳ [Event Request] | AFAB Language Used

CW: Non-Con, Aphrodisiacs, 69 Position, Riding, Creampie

Xiao was so grateful that you made him a delicious plate of almond tofu that he didn't even consider the fact that you could've laced it. He even trusted you to bring him somewhere to rest when he started to feel ‘sick’.

Xiao feels an odd sensation in between his legs, a throbbing need for something he doesn't know. He mumbles your name, you’re the only person who can satisfy his need. But what need? Why do you need to satisfy him? He doesn't understand.

He’s lying down on the bed, waiting for you to come back. He's too horny to stay still, he has to somehow take care of the feeling in his pussy, so he pulls his clothes off and spreads his legs slightly open. He slides two fingers down his cunt, surprised at how wet he is. He touches his clit, feeling good from it, and circles his digits around it.

“Need…need more..” He whines. “Please- please-” Tears threaten to fall from his eyes.

You finally re-enter the room, greeted with the sight of his wet pussy. “Xiao…” You place your hand on his leg. “Let me help you.”

Xiao moans from your touch. “Please..”

You lie down on the bed and pick Xiao up, having him sit on your face. Xiao’s eyes widen as your tongue works his needy little pussy. He rocks his hips and moans, needing more than your tongue.

He notices a bulge in your pants and feels drawn to it. He leans down and pulls your pants down and then your underwear. He gets slapped in the face by your thick length, a loud moan escaping his lips. If it were possible, Xiao would have hearts in his eyes. His tongue darts out to taste your pre cum, moaning softly as he goes in for more, sucking on your cockhead.

Meanwhile, you're drowning in his juices. You can tell he's about to come but he's barely acknowledging it, too focused on your cock to do so. You keep on going, tongue fucking his sloppy wet hole. Xiao's body shakes and his eyes widen as he squirts on your face, tightening around your tongue.

You pull him away from your cock, making him whine, and turn him onto his back. You, towering over him, waste no time sliding into his sopping wet pussy. You can't believe how good he feels.

Xiao comes again just from your entrance, squeezing your cock with a smile on his face. He finally feels better, the only thing he needs now is your cum. Unfortunately he doesn't know that yet. “More! Ple- please~!” He whines. All he knows is that he wants more.

You grab his waist and thrust into him aggressively, giving him what he desires. You watch his tits bounce with each thrust, making you want to grab at them. Xiao rolls his head back, gripping the sheets as you fuck into his tight warmth knowing you’ll never have the chance to do it again.

“You’re so pretty, Xiao.” You compliment him, earning a squeeze from the adeptus’ cunt. “You’ll look even better when I come inside you.”

Xiao moans wantonly, finally understanding what he's been craving. “Ple- please~!” He begs. “Please- please- please–!” He repeats it over and over like it’ll do anything.

“Look at you, begging like a cum slut.” You laugh. “Be patient.”

Xiao sobs, needing your cum more than anything. You weren't expecting the aphrodisiac to work like this but you're not complaining. It's likely because of the ingredients you added into it…

You turn Xiao onto his stomach and shove his head into the pillow. You raise his ass up and fuck him deeper than before. His moans are muffled by the fabric, hiding his whoreish sounds. The pillow is drowning in his tears.

You spank his ass. “Such an impatient little cum slut. I might not come inside you anymore.” You lie, moving your hand away from his head.

Xiao lifts himself up from his pillow. “Nn- no! Please!” He whines. “‘M sor- sorry~! Ah~!” He lets out a moan as you spank him again.

“You've turned into a complete whore.” You say, amused. “You want my cum this bad, baby?”

“Yes~! Wah- want your cum~!” He nods desperately.

“In your mouth, or in your pussy?”

“In- in my pu- pussy~! Please!” Xiao's cheeks burn red. “[Name], please~!”

Your thrusts become sloppier as you reach your peak and Xiao’s begging gets louder, thinking you're about to stop completely.

Thankfully for him, he feels you spilling your hot load inside him. Xiao rolls his eyes back, coming hard on your cock.

“Mo- more- cum please..”

“You're still not satisfied, huh?” You turn onto your back and pick him up, sliding him down onto your still hard cock. “Work for it.”

Xiao thinks of how you fucked him before, how your cock went in and out of his cunt. He’s never had sex before nor has he even ridden anyone so he has to take reference from your actions. He bounces up and down on your cock, his pretty tits bouncing with him.

“What a good boy.” You praise him, running your hands along his thighs. He twitches from your words and your touch, about to come again.

Xiao's movements become sloppy as your cock hits the best spots inside him, getting close to his climax. He stops before he comes, too weak to keep moving. Thankfully for him, you help him out.

You grab hold of his waist and bounce him on your length. “Can't even ride cock properly.” You chuckle.

Xiao rolls his eyes back, crying out in pleasure as you fuck him. All he can think about is how good it feels having you fuck your spend inside him, and how you’ll come inside him again.

He comes again, urging you towards your release. Since you already came, it won't take much more for you to do it again.

He can feel your cock twitching inside him, something he doesn't understand but loves. “Ye- yes-” Xiao whines. “So- so good~”

You slam him down onto your cock for the last time, filling him up for a second time.

This goes on for hours upon hours, up until Xiao passes out.

Xiao wakes up alone, copious amounts of cum dribbling out of his cunt. He remembers everything that happened, he feels embarrassed that he acted like that.

And maybe it's the lingering effects of the aphrodisiac or that he truly wants it, but he wishes you were here, stuffing your cum inside him again.