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flightlessangelwings · 2 years

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Made to Hold You

Din Djarin x fem!plus size!reader (no use of y/n)

Word count: 1.8k

Warnings: smut (18+ ONLY!), oral (f receiving), multiple orgasms, overstim, face sitting, helmet comes off, manhandling, slight insecurities, comfort, fluff, porn without plot

Notes: So my brain went into extreme horny mode after those new pics dropped and I was fueled on by thirst chats @ithinkhesgaybutwesavedmufasa too and wrote this! And I wrote this with a plus size reader but this can be enjoyed by all! Enjoy 😘 @flightlessangelwings-updates is my update blog too!

“Din… Ahh... Fuck… Wait…”

“Shh, it’s alright. I’ve got you, meshla,” Din cooed at you from his position on his knees.

All day, he couldn’t wait to get you back alone, and the moment the doors closed, Din pounced on you. He ripped his helmet off with lightning speed and clawed at your clothes as his tongue tangled with yours. Moans and groans filled the small space as he stripped you without needing to break away from your lips for longer than a second.

The moment you were bare for him, Din dropped to his knees as his eyes devoured every curve of your body. He swallowed hard as he felt his cock twitch in his pants as he admired how beautiful you were before him. Your figure was the best sight in the galaxy to Din, and he thanked the Maker for the chance to admire and worship you over and over again.

Without another word, Din hiked one of your legs over his shoulder and his breath hitched in his throat when he got a better view of your pussy, “Fuck….” he breathed as he stayed transfixed on your body.

You let out a surprised squeal at his sudden action, and you felt like you might fall over after the sudden swift movement. “Din, you can’t…”

“Yes I can,” he murmured as he secured your thigh on his shoulder as if he was made to hold you up, “I told you, I’ve got you.”

With that, Din dove into your folds and immediately licked at your clit. Any thought you had that your leg was too heavy for him to hold up was completely lost when you felt his tongue swirl around your cunt. All you could do was scream in pleasure as the Mandalorian ravished you with his tongue.

“Fuck… Din…” you moaned as you buried one hand in his hair and grasped onto his shoulder with the other for balance.

You felt as if you could float away if it weren’t for Din’s strong grip on your hips. He held you up like you were nothing, and the weight of your legs didn’t phase him at all. In fact, you fit perfectly in between the plates of beskar that adorned his body.

Din wasn’t about to let you go, though, and he licked and sucked at you with fervor. He was a man starved, and he was addicted to the taste of you. Though he wasn’t much for words, Din hoped that he showed you how much you meant to him and how much he adored you through his actions.

Wanting to be sure, though, he mumbled incoherent praises for you in between licks and sucks. And the way he held you so tightly definitely got the message across.

“Din… I’m…” you felt the familiar tingle of your approaching climax fast approach.

You tried to pull him away, but Din only sucked at your pussy harder. The obscene sounds of his slurps were the only sounds in the room for a moment as your mouth dropped open in a silent scream. But within seconds, you let out a loud cry as your orgasm washed over your body. Every muscle tensed as you tugged harder on his hair.

Din let out a growl, secretly loving whenever you did that. He kept up his pace with his tongue until he felt a gush of wetness hit his face. Tightening his grip even more, Din kept going until your cries of pleasure trend to whimpers and he knew you needed a moment. Finally letting out a deep breath, he pulled away and watched as you entire body shook from the weight of your climax.

But Din wasn’t finished with you yet.

Before you even fully recovered from your high, Din grabbed you and forcefully lifted you off the ground. He picked you up like you weighed nothing and effortlessly carried you over to his sleeping cot.

“Din!” you yelped as you suddenly found your world spinning in more ways than one, “Wait, put me down! I’m too…”

“Hush, meshla,” his voice stayed calm as he didn’t allow you to finish your thought.

He knew you worried about yourself, but he was determined to chase those demons away. Besides, after carting bounties across towns and repairing ships and machinery, it was nothing for him to lift you up. Din would carry you anywhere if you needed him to, and he would gladly shoulder you any time. But for now, he just wanted to make you feel good.

With a low grunt, Din tossed you onto the cot and quickly climbed on top of you. He swallowed the gasp you let out as he pressed his body on top of yours and dove his tongue into your mouth once more. Both of you moaned at the almost overwhelming sensations of the two of you plastered together.

Din whispered your name in a prayer as he broke away. He watched as you opened your eyes and looked up at him with a glazed over expression and a soft smile on your face. A smile of his own lit up his face as he admired every inch of you in this moment of stillness.

But, just as soon as the moment started, Din ended it as he wrapped his arms around you and flipped you both over so that you straddled his waist.

“Din! What are you…?”

“I want,” he groaned as your pussy brushed over his clothed cock. His own pleasure would wait, though, as he had another plan in mind for you, “I want you to sit on my face.”

“What? I… Are… are you sure?” you asked as you leaned forward and took a moment to take in his features at this angle.

He trailed his hands down your sides and gave your hips a squeeze when he reached them, “I’m sure. Do it,” Din’s command was soft yet his voice still held an authority to it that titillated you to your core.

Despite your hesitation you found that you couldn’t resist when Din wanted something from you, so you let him help you up his body. Your entire body shook, both with nerves and anticipation as you shimmied your way up Din’s body. You let out a soft sigh when you felt his breath against your inner thigh and the strength in your thighs almost gave you.

True to his word, though, Din kept a secure hold on you and he prevented you from dropping down completely. He used his leverage to slowly lower you the rest of the way and you let out a loud moan when his lips made contact with your pussy again.

“Mmmm,” Din moaned as he devoured you once more.

You screamed as you rolled forward and planted your hands on the cot just over his head. Din’s grip on your thighs was almost too much, but it added a wonderful sensation along with his tongue on your folds. Even from below, he had complete control over you, and you loved it.

“Oh fuck,” you cried out as you rocked your hips against his face.

Between his tongue and his nose on your pussy, you felt your body burn with desire as every thought other than him vanished from your mind. To you, the entire galaxy just consisted of the Mandalorian between your thighs who ate you out so good.

“That’s it,” he cooed in a raspy voice, “Good girl. Now let go. I’ve got you.”

Din licked and sucked at you even harder. He slurped and groaned as he savored everything you gave him: your taste, your sounds, even the feel of you over him. It was heaven to Din. He nodded his head up and down to reach every part of your folds, and he especially enjoyed when he dove his tongue into your entrance and you bucked your hips involuntarily and cried out in pleasure.

He nosed your clit while his tongue darted in and out of you a few times before he ran his tongue along the length of your folds. When he reached your clit, Din wrapped his lips around the sensitive bud and sucked hard, which made you scream even louder. He grinned against you as he cock strained in his pants; he knew you wouldn’t last much longer.

Din might not last long either.

The Mandalorian grinded his own hips against nothing in desperate need for some friction as he worked you with his tongue. He felt a heat of his own quickly build within his core, completely fueled by you and you alone.

“Oh my… Din… I’m gonna…”

His name in your voice was the final push he needed, and just as you came with another loud scream, Din also came hard in his pants. Completely untouched, his own orgasm crashed through him as you gushed once more on his face. Moans and cries filled the room as both of you rode out your climaxes until you collapsed forward and Din knew you had enough.

Soaked from two orgasms on his face, Din was content to keep you over him for now. The warmth and softness of your skin was welcome as he placed feather light kisses on your inner thigh.

You couldn’t help but giggle as his stubble ticked your overly sensitive skin, “Din…” you rolled over so that you were on your side and his head rested on your hip, “Din that was…”

This time it was your turn to admire the handsome Mandalorian as he laid on your hip with a blissed out expression on his face. He looked like he had one too many spotchkas, but he seemed perfectly content with his situation. You knew that you could trust him, and you did, but there was always the thought in the back of your head that you weren’t good enough for him. Din proved you wrong over and over again, though, and he would happily do it a thousand times more.

As you sighed contently, your eyes trailed down his body as you thought you should return the favor that he gave you. However, once your eyes landed between his legs, you noticed a damp spot in his pants and you couldn’t completely stifle your laughter.

“Din! Did you…”

He lifted his head and opened his eyes as he glanced down at his pants, “Yeah,” he admitted as he rested his hand on you again, “I told you love,” he reached up and cupped your face, “You’re more than enough for me.”

You playfully rolled your eyes as you ran your fingers through his hair. Din watched you with those big brown eyes until he couldn’t hold his head up anymore and he relaxed down on your thigh. You in turn dropped your head down and curled yourself around his head and like that, the two of you fit perfectly once more. Just as Din was made to hold you, so were you made to fit him perfectly. Two pieces together as one, just like it was meant to be.

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filthforfriends · 2 years

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Loosing It (Part 1)

Thomas x fem reader

Word count: 5k

You were furious at the remnants of internalized Evangelism because they ruined this moment for you. This perfect moment, where Thomas asked you to be his girlfriend. Properly too, with flowers and nervous hands constantly fixing his hair, which he carefully styled every morning to look unbrushed.

“Yes, of course!” you gushed, crushing him in a hug. There was a moment, with your cheek pressed to his chest before you pulled away for the kiss, that your heart dropped like a stone, past your stomach and to your feet. You felt his sternum heave a sigh of relief. Whereas, behind your sternum it felt like all your insides were clenched in a fist.

You kiss him quickly, before he gets a chance to see your expression, because you’re not sure what your face is doing. His hot breath hits your cheeks as he lets out a moan. Thomas pulls you towards him in his way, which will be permanently superglued to your lizard brain. He gets a grip with his entire hand, which is heavy and warm, rubbing the area before pulling you forward with all his might. Consequently, both hands slide up your body, messing up your clothes. Then, Thomas gets a new grip, because you’re still not close enough. All while groaning in appreciation. Hiking your clothes up is a side effect of this much passion, and ends with his hold on your bare back. Making out this way usually resulted in your bare abdominis being pressed together. Like your clothes were trying to take themselves off, since you weren’t going to do it.

Definitely a perfect moment, with your perfect physical chemistry, too bad you couldn’t enjoy it. You’d counted on having more time to tell him, break the news that you were a virgin. Not being in a committed relationship had done you a favor, because Thomas never presumed anything, not with his hands, not with his body. He respected your invisible boundaries, and had come from a very religious background too. You’d talk for hours into the night about deconstructing the teachings, and where god and grace really lay. It was an unspoken rule that you were waiting until a committed relationship to have sex. Now you were in a committed relationship, but holy shit you were not ready to have sex tonight. You weren’t ready to tell him either. So what's there to do? Run?

Thomas pulls away from the kiss and presses his lips to your ear. A careful hand hesitates at the boundary on your lower back.

“Is this okay, michetta?” He slowly slides his hand down and your heart stops before feeling his fingers in your back pocket.

“Yes, Thomas. I officially grant you permission to grope me.” He massaged the muscle of your glute, gripping the soft flesh firmly. This you had done before, but never had it made your heartbeat erratic. Never had you hung on tighter to appease the desire to be closer. Unfortunately, pulling Thomas in by the back of the neck did nothing to fulfill the yearning that burned in your core. In response, his other hand grabbed your ass and he pulled you upwards onto your tiptoes.

“Thank fuck,” he growled, and the lust in his voice shook you. How long had he been holding that back? How much of his patience was already used up? Most terrifying, was that he gave voice to a sentiment that was echoed in you. Sexual desire made you feel out of control. Needing a breath, you end the kiss with a peck, and turn away as you pull back.

Thomas hugs you from behind, pressing his body to yours, both arms around you. He sucks on your earlobe, and you feel your fingers begin to tremble. Your eyes close and all you can think is oh my god, yes. One of his hands slides up to cup your breast, thumb rubbing in circles. You don’t realize what Thomas is doing until your nipple gets hard under your bralette. The pad of his thumb brushes back and forth over the erect bud, and this is new. Besides yourself, no one had played with your nipples, and holy shit it was so satisfying.

“You like that don’t you?” It was all you could do to nod, as Thomas’ other hand slid up your ribcage to deliver the same treatment. This time, your nipple was hard and waiting. He dragged his fingers upwards torturously slowly. You were arching into his touch, about to beg, when he finally delivered. Thomas pinched your nipple between his forefinger and thumb, and you let out a sound in place of words, something carnal. The pleasure was like a lightning bolt straight to your cunt.

“You’re doing so well,” he whispered, sinking his teeth into your earlobe. With your eyes scrunched closed, you didn’t see where his hand moved, only felt it when Thomas’ got there. He slid his hand between your legs. For a second, with your eyelids shut, it felt amazing. Pressure and warmth where you hadn't realized you needed it, but surely did. Desperately. But then, your eyes snapped open and your brain was greeted with the reality of the situation. Thomas’ hand was cupping your pussy over your leggings.

“I can’t wait to do this in a mirror with no clothes on.” Oh my god. He kisses your cheek a few times while moving his fingers. Thomas can feel where your vulva dips into your vaginal opening. His middle finger starts making circles.

“Michetta, you’re so wet that you soaked through your clothes.” You completely dissociate from your body, only able to feel your face burning with shame. No. Not yet. Too soon.

“I’m sorry,” you squeak, torn from the moment completely, as your body informs you that you’ve reached a hard boundary.

“Oh, it's not a bad thing, michetta,” Thomas chuckles, peppering the side of your face with kisses. He has no idea what's going on in your head, but is intuitive enough to look down to your balled fists. Carefully, he slides his fingers away from the wet spot.

“Baby it's a good thing,” he purrs. His Italian accent is thicker because he’s turned on. He starts looking for your clit instead, but you cringe and clench every muscle in your body. What's wrong with me?

“Woah, michetta, hey,” he coos, affectionately, wrapping you in his arms and swaying back and forth. He nuzzles you and god does part of you wants this, but another part doesn’t. He’s being so considerate and attentive that you feel ridden with guilt. Maybe it's the look on your face, or your lack of response, or the way you’re not leaning into him anymore. Thomas removes his hands from you and steps back. You take a couple deep breaths, and the burning behind your eyes abates. Turning around is the bigger challenge, because then you’ll have to offer an explanation.

“Please say something,” a wavering, fragile voice requests behind you. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” Thomas’ face has gone white and his bottom lip is trembling. You’re trying to figure out what happened in the last six seconds to prompt this reaction, but you’re drawing a blank. Seeing Thomas so distraught hurts your heart and you want to fix it, whatever it is, immediately.

“Baby, what's wrong?” you croon, opening your arms. He looks surprised, then relieved, then miserable and throws himself into your embrace. For a few seconds you’re staggering from the weight of your boyfriend’s hug, but he rips himself away.

“I shouldn’t be…you shouldn’t be…hug, comfort. It’s not…I a –” Thomas looks like he’s going to puke and stops speaking. “A” what? What could make him this upset?

“Baby, I didn’t mean to reject you like that.” Your fingertips reach for Thomas' wrist. “Hey, what just happened?” Genuine confusion marks his features.

“I as – assaul – didn’t I just?” Assault.

“Tommy, no you didn’t! Oh my god, baby, no.” First day of being his girlfriend and already subjected him to more emotional anguish than any other relationship. He lets out the biggest sigh you’ve ever seen, rubbing his face in his hands roughly, then pushing his hair back. Again, you extend your arms to embrace him.

“Up?”

“Mhm,” you agree, springing off the ground. No one had held you like this before Thomas, in the air with your legs wrapped around his waist. For some people it’d be too high off the ground, but for you it was the most comforting, heart-warming embrace possible. He folded his hands into a seat under your tailbone, and pressed his face to your neck.

“I was so fucking scared. It’s just the way you reacted and I didn’t ask,” he sighs. “Just the thought that I – mm mm” he shakes his head, voice muffled.

“Actually, it was the hottest thing ever until it was too much.” The lightness of your comment prompts Thomas to look up, biting his lip.

“Yeah,” he agreed, nodding. His eyes were so beautiful up close, and you didn’t fail to notice how big his pupils got when he looked at you.

“So where is that boundary exactly, so I know for the future? Nothing under the clothes or taking clothes off or between the legs or in sex positions.” He listed them off so patiently, but you got the impression that Thomas was doing this because it was the right thing to do. He was the type of guy to do the right thing, but that didn’t make it the thing he wanted or would have preferred. He likely thought that he would be having sex with his girlfriend tonight. Instead, he got to have a panic attack because you flipped shit when he touched you between the legs.

“Okay, let's talk, because this whole mess is my fault.” Thomas sat on the couch so you had room to move off his lap, which you didn’t. His attention was totally engaged and you can’t help but trace down the bridge of his Roman nose. He was so beautiful.

“You had something you wanted to say?” he prompted.

“Yes, you’re very distracting.” He smiles and you admire his perfect, little, feral teeth. “Okay, so um…Okay, let’s just admit that sex is a requirment within your relationships.”

“Well… yeah. I just assumed that it was for you too.” Maybe that was a bad start.

“With the right partners it is. Which would of course include you!” Thomas’ face is encouraging, albeit mysterfied.

“So we are going to have sex?”

“Yes, correct!”

“But not tonight?”

“No, not tonight.”

“Okay, but…why not? And when? Not to be presumptions, but I kinda thought once we were in a relationship…”

“Totally rational! So you’re the first guy that…has been the right partner.”

“Huh?”

“I’m a virgin.” There’s a silence that you immediately scramble to fill up. “And when we were talking about our past experience I didn’t lie about the shitty blowjobs or bad kissers! That was all real, I just didn’t clarify, which, now that I’m thinking about it, may have been deceit by omission. But that wasn’t my intent to lie! I just –” Thomas holds up his hand to halt your justifications.

“Just give me a sec, michetta.” The upheld hand falls to rub your flank, soothing. His gaze is cast slightly away from yours and he’s thinking hard, other hand drumming on your knee cap. The anticipation is a small slice of hell, and your heart thunders in your chest. You count the beats, only getting to five before breaking. Your shaking hands hold the bottom of his button up for something to grab, to anchor. Leaning forward just a couple degrees, you barely rest your forehead against his.

“I really really really like you so much,” you confess. It might be the most vulnerable you’ve felt since you were a child, and needed the help of another to navigate the world. There was nothing to help you navigate this: telling your rockstar boyfriend that you’d never had sex before.

“Tommy, please say literally anything.”

“Okay, I…I had considered it as an option, briefly.”

“Right, okay,” you encouraged.

“But, then I figured that someone had, in your past, um –”

“Religious trauma only,” you clarified. ”Obviously, it is still an issue.”

“Good, because the thought that someone had, that they’d,” he huffs, and shakes his head, enraged by the idea of someone violating you. Thomas takes a deep breath while squeezing the meat of your thigh to ground himself. Never had you been so aroused, at such an inappropriate moment. Guiding his hand between your legs where you straddled him was an impulse you should ignore, right?

“Just Texan purity culture. Sex being a sin isn’t enough. The girls are punished for the mere idea of enjoying it. Sex should be a way to serve a man, the church, and god. It’s like they wanted you to sacrifice any pursuit of sexual pleasure to prove how devout you were. Women should want nothing for themselves. Sorry, I know you’ve heard this before, but thank fuck I got out of it when I was younger. I remember at 15, just masturbating was a huge rebellion,” you reminisce, rolling your eyes.

“But you do, right? It's really important that you touch yourself.” Touch yourself. That language made your skin burn.

“Yeah…if nothing else as a reminder of my own bodily autonomy.” Thomas nods intently. You were over this, being ashamed of masturabtion. You had sex toys, too. You were liberated, god damn it! But something about the Thomas’ European nonchalance when it came to this made your attempts at sex positivity feel downright conservitive.

“Good, that's good. Pleasuring yourself is so important for women, especially.”

“Absolutely,” you agree, finally achieving an air of maturity and control. You were a self-actualized feminist who could talk about sex openly, chin held high.

“It’s important that you figure out what you like. That way you can tell me and I can do it to you.” Holy fuck. All pretenses crumble. Your face feels so hot that it makes you dizzy. A hand comes up to fan yourself, and you let out a breath, parched.

“You know what's impressive? Even the tips of your ears are red right now,” Thomas observes. He’s smirking, with some of his confidence back. Immediately, you look for a pillow to hit him with in your vicinity, and find nothing. There's a decorative cushion in the far corner of the couch, and you throw yourself towards it, tipping the both of you over.

“No, no, no!” He tries to pull you back, but you wiggle out of his grip. Crawling forth, you fingers brush the tassel that lines the edges, but Thomas gets both arms around you. He squishes you into the couch and you let out a dramatic groan, knowing all hope is lost.

“Teasing me is not a good way to get my virtue!”

“You say it like I’m winning an iPhone or something.” He’s right, and you burst out laughing so hard that oxygen becomes scarce. Thomas starts laughing too, and it feels good to laugh, releasing all the tension of the last hour. His chest heaves against you, the muscles of his abdomen rippling as he takes gasping breaths. Every cackle his body shudders and he squeezes a little tighter for a moment. Each abrupt intake of air makes your baby hairs flutter, and each powerful exhale of joy muses your updo a little more.

He slumps, tangling his long limbs with yours so you could squirm away if you wanted. You don’t. Thomas leans his face against your profile, and you can just barely see his eyes scrunched closed, freckles smattered across the bridge of his elegant nose. Watching his happiness prompted a rushing feeling in your chest, and you wept, still laughing. This was your perfect moment. Where your cheek rested in the soft crook of his arm, like the white underbelly of an animal. It was a metaphor for all the vulnerable places Thomas had borne for you so far. Two months was too fast, you knew that. But falling in love with Thomas made you question if you’d really ever loved anything else in your whole life.

The laughter dissolves into slow kisses. No tongue, just enjoying the feel of each other’s mouths. He eventually pulled back, and you braced for the reckoning.

“Can I ask why?” You sighed, trying to phrase an answer that was far from simple.

“It was never worth opening the Pandora’s Box that is my relationship with sex until you. Whenever I think about how much I want you I get panicked.” Thomas perks up a bit at that.

“Because you don’t want to have sex?” he clarifies.

“Not really,” you sigh, throwing your head back and groaning. “It’s intimidating.”

“How can I make it less intimidating?” You pet his hair, smiling. Thomas’ gentle nature was downright dreamy.

“By not doing anything all at once. I freeze up and get freaked out.”. Being tangled together on the couch was getting uncomfortable, legs getting sore from the strange position.

“Let’s sit up,” you groan, and Thomas helps push you upright. “Okay, so, it’s not that I’m not ready to have sex. But, like, I still need to go slow.”

“Right…” The doubt in his voice makes you wince. He’s leaning against the corner of the couch, trying to make his expression encouraging.

“It’s like, it’s like, uh” your words are stumbling out, tripping over themselves. “I’m not comforable wanting sex.” Thomas rests his elbow on the back of the couch and adjusts unnecessarily, sighing.

“Michetta, I’m lost.” You search his face for regret, that I can’t believe I’m dating a virgin look. The panic, wanting out, wishing you could undo something along the way because now you’re stuck. It might be there, about to surface. Thomas staying with you out of moral obligation was horrifying.

“This is me giving you an out.” You will steadiness into your voice. Thomas frowns, brow furrowed.

“Cara mia, I don’t want an out,” he expresses, emphatically. Cara mia. My love. Fuck. He scoots forward, taking both your hands in his, and your eyes are burning again. His fingers are long, but almost femnine. Thomas’ black nail polish is chipped and he’s wearing that crude silver ring that he never takes off. You move it back and forth with your thumb, fidgeting.

“I need you to trust me enough to make me understand. I can’t keep guessing.” You nod. This awkward, fragmented conversation wasn’t normal within your dynamic. You were like best friends as soon as you’d been introduced: giggling, sharing all your secrets.

“The part that's stuck with me, for whatever reason, is the condemnation of lust. Sex is unfamiliar to everyone their first time, and of course, that is nerve wracking. It's not really what made me avoid it though. I could probably hook up with a stranger if I wanted to.”

“I’m glad you didn’t,” Thomas interrupts.

“Yeah, me too,” you whisper in a moment of careful affection. “I know I joke about religious trauma, but it's honestly kind of a coping mechanism. Because the way my mom talked –” Suddenly, your voice is wobbling, hands shaking. Why did your nerves have to be experienced so visibly all the damn time? Thomas laces your fingers together.

“Keep going.” You take a shuddering breath.

“Chaos. Giving control over to the devil. Unforgivable sin, or at least, sin she couldn’t forgive. Being chaste was so important that she made wanting sex a bretrayl to our family. I mean, it fucking worked, obviously,” you sniffled. Thomas pressed his lips to your temple for a couple seconds.

“I can see why that part stuck,” he murmurs. “C’mon.” He sits sideways and pulls you onto his lap. It's a relief to have it all out there, and to not be rejected. You’re feeling too many things, but the majority are positive.

“I want us to use the color system: red is stop, yellow is slow down, green is keep going. So you just tell me whenever or answer when I say ‘check-in.’” It seems a little extreme, but an effective fail safe. Safe.

“Is red my safe word?” Your stomach drops. You’d never anticipated having the kind of sex that required a safe word.

“Yes,” he confirms. You feel yourself blanching.

“And I need a safe word?”

“After that reaction,” he points over his shoulder to where you’d been standing earlier, “I need you to have a safe word. Something like that should have never happened, you should’ve been able to say ‘red.’” Problem was, “stop” didn’t exactly describe how you’d felt at that moment.

“That was…orange.” Thomas’ eyebrows raise in surprise.

“What would have made it yellow?”

“If you told me what you were doing first, and didn’t say…that. In a situation where I felt in control, it might’ve been green.”

“Wow, okay.” You watch him battle impure thoughts, fight to straighten out his priorities, but you’d snared him. It was fun to see him reeling when just his hand on your breast made it impossible to form a coherent thought.

“Yeah, it felt really good. And, of course, you’re sexy as hell. It was just a little too far for that moment.” Now, Thomas is the one who’s flushed. You push his hair away from his face and see a tiny bead of sweat on his forehead.

“Yeah, just a little too far for today,” he confirms.

“I didn’t say that.” There’s a long pause, and the sexual tension flares up like putting carsine on a fire. You refuse to break eye contact first. Thomas is desperate to give you exactly what you want, and that makes you feel powerful.

You scoot off of his lap and pull him down on top of you, laying on the couch. There's a moment of shuffling around and rearranging of limbs. You part your legs and Thomas isn’t sure if he’s allowed to rest between them.

“Green,” you encourage. He lowers himself down and your arms rest around his neck.

“Hi there,” you chirp, beaming. This was a position you’d avoided up until now, but it wasn’t setting off any alarms in your head. Thomas’ expression was self-conscious. He shifted around, nerves radiating off of him.

“Babe, c’mere, it's fine!” You pull him down, and reluctantly he rests on top of you. There's something hard in his pocket that's digging into the hinge of your hip.

“Tommy, could you take your wallet out?” You shift around and Thomas lets out a squeak.

“My wallet isn’t in my pocket,” he says, voice strained. Deciding to just prove him wrong instead of arguing, you shove your hand between your bodies and grab whatever’s in his pocket.

“Then what’s this?” Now that you have a hold on it over his jeans, you can feel the object is not wallet-shaped. Thomas lets out another squeak for some reason. Investigating, you feel around, trying to figure out what this thing is that's stabbing you in the leg. The object takes you by surprise by pulsing and Thomas whimpers.

“Y/n –”

“Uh, what the fuck is in your pocket?” you exclaim.

“There's nothing in my pocket,” he croaks.

“Obviously there is.” You grab it again to prove a point, moving the object around in case Thomas forgot he was carrying it.

“Wait, oh my god,” he groans, eyes fluttering closed. “Y/n, that's in my boxers not my pocket.”

“What the fuck do you have – oh. Whoopsies.” You rescind your hand as Thomas grimaces. “My bad, sorry. Is it okay?”

“Yeah, my dick is fine,” he chuckles. “I just need to –” He gets up and turns his back to you. Was he mad? You had just groped him without asking. It was more like the beginnings of a terrible hand job.

“Are you trying to get rid of your boner?”

“Yes.”

“Is it working?”

“Not at all.” You snicker and he turns back around. “Check?”

“Green. Also in my limited experience it doesn’t work like that, so…come here.” You reach out with grabby hands and Thomas smiles like he doesn’t have a choice but to appease you and he doesn’t want one either. He climbs back on top of you, resuming his previous position. Thomas watches your face as he lowers himself down.

“Check?”

“Green, but your dick is digging into my thigh.”

“Oh, shit.” He reaches down and adjusts himself, resting his weight on you again. Thomas brushes the hair out of your face, then strokes your cheek with the back of his hand.

“Sometimes I can’t believe the way you look at me.” The confession is whispered, and Thomas grins.

“It’s funny, I feel the same way,” he responds, eyes holding that adoration you covet. Kisses devolve into fully making out, tongue and all. Everytime Thomas shifts, you’re made aware of his cock pressing squarely against the seat of your underwear. As he passion grows, Thomas starts moving into the kiss, rocking up and down a little bit. Then a little more. Brushing your vulva turns into lightly grinding, and you can’t help but roll your hips up to meet him. The friction is foriegn and exciting. After a couple of seconds you’re sure you like it very much, and even consider wrapping your legs around him.

Your whole pelvis is on fire with sensations you’re experiencing for the first time. You want to do this with Thomas until you cum, think the grinding is almost enough to get you there on its own. Feeling your enthusiasm, he moans and grabs your midthigh, massaging. His hand slides down to your ass, using that grip to pull your hips up to meet him even more. Thomas rubbed his cock against your pussy with more vigor, and it was on the right side of too much.

The kiss was abandoned in favor of focusing on whatever you call this. You kept your eyes closed anyway, in case seeing what you were doing allowed your brain to ruin it. Thomas' zipper was rough and this motion was beginning to make you sore, but you didn’t want any less intensity. It was a contradiction easily solved by him taking off his pants. Grinding would probably pull his briefs down, so might as well take them off. If he was naked, you should be too since these leggings were long past ruined.

Thomas would peel them back, underwear too, and as soon as your groins rested together it would be heaven. That pulse you felt in your hand would beat against your pussy. All your arousal would allow an easy slide. Thomas could rub his shaft between your labia, inner labia and although you didn’t know what that would feel like you needed it. Needed the head of his cock throbbing against your clit. Size didn’t matter, because he’d be hot and silky between your legs. All of him touching all of you, and it wouldn’t count as sex.

He’d probably last longer that way, so you wouldn’t have to stop at one orgasam. You could have two, or maybe three. You’d be sweating, pressed into the mattress as Thomas thrusted against you. Maybe he’d get the angle wrong. With everything so wet, the head of his cock slipped inside – no. No.

“Yellow,” you moaned, gasping for air. Thomas stilled his hips, removed his hand from your ass. It felt like gallons of ice water had been poured over you when your eyes opened. You shivered and met Thomas’ worried stare.

“What happened?”

“I really wanted to do that with all our clothes off,” you huff, still fighting for air.

“Cara mia, that's kind of the point,” he pleads, before collecting himself. “Okay, so remind me why that's a bad thing?” he rephrases. You couldn’t help but giggle at his pained expression.

“Because I’m not ready to.”

“But what's wrong with wanting it?” Well shit.

“You make a compelling point there Tommy.” You flop down on the couch and Thomas sits back on his knees. “I’m just so scared of regretting it, y’know?” Maybe this is your own mind playing tricks on you and if you had sex right her right now it’d be fantastic.

“Yeah, and I don’t want you to,” he says with so much tenderness and genuine internet. “You could’ve told me earlier. I wouldn’t have disappeared.”

“Really,” you whisper in disbelief, feeling small.

“Yeah, in fact I –” He halts his own speech, as if a thought has just occurred to him. “Was today the first time someone has touched you, like –”

“It was the closest anyone has come to my vagina, yes.” Thomas looks so horrified that you snicker. “What? It was good. It was!” you insist when his expressions sours.

“Oh my god, no,” he groans, resting his face in his hands. “No, there should have been flowers.”

“There were flowers, right there.” You point to the bouquet resting on the table. “Very beautiful flowers in fact. I love lilies.”

“No, there should have been special flowers.” His face is scrunched up in distaste. Thomas is genuinely upset about this. It's cute.

“There should have been a separate bouquet to celebrate getting my vagina touched for the first time? What's in that bouquet? Tulips?” You laugh at your own joke, and expect Thomas to do the same, but he’s still agonizing over this blunder. “Okay hey,” you take his hands in yours to pull focus. “I gave you a mini-panic attack. You forgot the bed of roses. We’re even, I promise.” Thomas sighs, releasing efforts to torture himself. “I don’t want a hundred vanilla scent candles. I just want you.”

“Good, because that’d be a fire hazard.”

“You, near any sort of open flame, creates a fire hazard. I agree.” After a bit of jostling, Thomas finally breaks into a smile. The rest of the evening is pleasantly boring. A movie, food, thinking about the presence of Thomas’ hand on your thigh so hard it gave you a headache. All part of a standard night-in for couples, even though you were far from standard. A rockstar, a virgin, and her religious trauma walk into a bar. Not the sort of joke that had a good ending.

Notes: Loosing it as in virginity. If it was about Loosing It as in your mind that would be my autobiography and no one outside of a clinical setting wants to read that.

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viralvava · 6 months

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i guess its wip saturday? apparently? @beevean tagged me but i cant name many writer mutuals off the top of my head... maybe @oopsalltes? anyway uhhh lemme find a usable chunk of writing... since i have no idea if im actually gonna finish it anytime soon, heres a chunk of chapter 3 for the scorpion and the frog

The sun was out today. The weather was fine, not too hot or too cold; the sunlight warmed his skin when he stood under it, and there was a faint breeze that tousled his hair and brushed against his face. He felt a few strands get caught in his mouth and reached to pull them away, holding the fiery red locks between his fingers. Old age had hardly done anything to his hair colour, for one thing. He almost never found any greys. His joints were also mostly fine, or so he assumed. He never got the complaints about aches and pains that everyone always went on about, aside from a twinge in the muscles here or there.

Simon huffed out a breath, leaning back against the wall of his house. From his position on the porch, just next to his door where there wasn't any shade, the light was getting in his eyes. He squinted. 79 years old, and he still wasn't used to the daytime. He could barely see a damn thing, but that didn’t stop him from being hyper-aware that people were staring at him. This was a common occurrence. He didn't particularly care, aside from the fact that it was frustrating. If people had a problem, they could just speak to him. He wasn't going to bite. He focused on his peripherals. His neighbours were watching him with tense shoulders and tight expressions, like they were waiting for him to strike. Ridiculous. As if he'd ever hurt a human before. They were going to strain themselves for no reason, going around like that. He turned his head and shot them a look, eyes piercing, which got him a mixed response of general fright and halfhearted apologetic glances as they shuffled away.

Working his jaw, Simon directed his gaze up to the sky instead, noting the position of the sun before he had to avert his eyes. Afternoon. He'd been out here for hours already, and nothing. Just like the last time, and the time before that. He growled, and then deflated slightly, exasperated, as he heard a muffled squeak of surprise from somewhere off to his left. What, was he an attraction now? He was sure there were more interesting things to be looking at than an old man waiting on a visit. Juste had been demanding he get a clock for telling the time, because the light made his eyes sting and looking to the sun whenever he needed to check the hour didn't help. Frankly, Simon didn't see the issue. Only so much damage the sun could still do to someone his age.

He'd take more of the fussing yet, if it meant an end to three months of nothing. It had been three months, and his grandson hadn't shown up once. Not to the village, or to his house, or anywhere in the area at all. The last time Simon had seen him, he was practically vibrating with joy, because his friend Maxim was due to return soon from his training expedition, and Juste had missed him more than a man would miss water in the desert. He'd sent the boy off on his way, if only so his gushing wouldn't rupture his eardrums. And now, there was a complete and total absence where Juste should be. His friends, too. The swordsman, Maxim, and Lydie, their mediator. Simon hadn't seen hide nor hair of any of the three since his last chat with Juste, no matter how hard or how far he looked, and he was starting to worry.

Maybe not just starting. Waiting around outside on his porch for half the day, every day, for weeks on end, hoping that Juste would finally come by was probably the start of it. Simon grunted, pushing himself away from the warm bricks. He felt stiff from all the standing, but that wouldn't be what everyone meant when they complained about their body failing them as they got old. As far as Simon was concerned, he was still in top form, for fighting and otherwise. Death didn't come with any warning for Belmonts. He recalled that his own great grandfather had been in perfect health the entire time Simon had known him, before suddenly dropping one day and never getting up again. He guessed that his life would end like that, too. Death was a bastard, and petty. That didn’t mean he wasn’t on the lookout for any sudden ailments, though.

He stretched to get his body working again, flexing his fingers. No matter how healthy you were, sitting in one spot for hours on end wouldn't make you very flexible. Simon stepped off of his porch, raising a hand to cover his face with. Still too sunny. His eyes were watering, but at least the temperature was okay. Nothing worse than a day that was blinding and sweltering all at once; made him feel like a piece of cooked meat. He heard scuttling noises someplace around him, and took them for the villagers scattering after he’d begun to move. They thought they were being subtle. That was not the case. Speaking of the villagers... scanning the area, he saw one of the men who lived further off from him tending to his garden. Joseph, if Simon remembered right. He started to walk towards him, since the man wasn't looking and Simon couldn't wave him over. The grass crunched beneath his feet, and the wind was getting stronger, now battering away at his elbow like it was an enemy. The chill wasn’t unpleasant.

#i dont wanna put this in the main tags or anything but uh #yeah #change of perspective! i hope nobody will mind too much if i do ever get it done lmao

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latimeria-fell-from-heaven · 2 years

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👉👈 We talked about Enjou Breeding us, But like ✨Cock Warming✨

hi hi anon!

ooh, you're getting onto something nonnie. i can see enjou keeping his huge cock plugged up inside you after many rounds of fucking you stupid, making sure that his potent seed stays nice and safe inside you. this way, he can assure your belly will be swollen up soon, and also he just loves the feeling of your wet fluttering walls squeezing his huge cock.

he also just likes having you keep his monster cock nice and warm whenever he has nothing better to do and likes hugging and cuddling you, even though you're trying so hard not to cum on the spot because he's so damn big. enjou will even purposefully move just to get you to gush around him.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤnsfw below!

enjou loves you; he loves you more than anything he could ever conceive to be possible. it's so foreign and yet addictive to him; everything about you drives him crazy and just standing next to you is enough to make his head spin and his heart start beating so much, he's afraid that you'll hear it. it's ironic; him an abyss monster that's been geared to kill and maim, and yet here he is, stumbling over himself for a human. but he doesn't care.

he always has to have his fill of you every day; just one round of pumping you full of cum doesn't satisfy him in the slightest. you feel like heaven around himーtight little pussy that always squeezes and milks him dry, and enjou's always wondered how he even fits inside, considering that his cock is so so big. just the thought of how far he always goes inside your little cunt has him salivating. and it doesn't help that you love his big cock so much, you're utterly addicted to how huge he is and how much his thick monster cock stretches and fills you up.

that's why enjou has to breed you, has to pour his thick and steaming cum into your womb until your tummy bulges from how stuffed full it is. and it's so easy since you're so small and puny compared to him and he can easily bend you over any surface and slam into you until there's a ring of creamy white around the base of his thick cock. and you always stupidly babble about how much you love his cock and how you really want him to use you like his personal breeding hole and cumdump. and how could he say no to his precious little wife?

" e-enjouー" just the way you say his name sounds like heaven, a warbled and wet moan escaping your drool-slick lips. you dig your nails in between his shoulders, arms wrapped around his neck as his warm hands grip your butt firmly, keeping you steady on his lap. "-'m so full, my stomach's all full.." he knows, he's inside of you and he can feel the creamy mess that he's made inside your pussy, and even he's impressed with how much he's pounded into you.

enjou had fucked you right into a daze, the pleasure becoming an overwhelming heat that utterly consumed him that left him feeling drained. but he refused to stop, continuing to pound his cum into you until he can see and feel your belly bulging from the sheer amount of cum, body slack against his from exhaustion. he can even feel thick trickles escaping your stuffed cunt, and he feels the itching urge to scoop it back in.

" i know darling, i know. can we stay like this? i promise i'll clean you up later." you jolt against him and he feels your ribbed walls squeeze down around him a bit tighter than before. but you don't protest and instead let out an " mhm." before adjusting your arms around him and nuzzling into his neck, letting his warm body soothe your aching muscles.

" you feel so good, love. i just wanna stay inside you forever." enjou strokes the lines along your arched back and feels a twinge inside of him when you whimper from his touch, pretty little body jumping slightly. " feels like heaven inside of you..wish i could keep cumming inside of you and never stop."

" i-is that so..?" enjou feels your pussy walls flutter and he holds back the urge to chuckle at how utterly adorable you are. you're so cute yet desirable and you don't even know it; it almost makes him feel bad for wanting to utterly ruin you, to fuck you until he's all you can think aboutーa pretty, overstimulated teary mess.

" yeah..don't worry, i promise i'll take responsibility. for now--" he pauses and scoots himself forward until he has enough room to lay down on his back and settles comfortably, not missing the way you whine as his monster cock shifts inside." --let's stay like this, okay?"

enjou's heart skips a beat when you hum in response, and rest your cheek against his chest, a pretty smile bright on your lips. he wonders if you can feel it, but you don't seem to be bothered and just simply focus on your drowsiness overtaking you, snoring lightly against him. he briefly wonders if it would be deemed inappropriate if he said that he was ascending to celestia from pure ecstasy.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ...

" unmmghh..e-enjou, wait..!" your whimpers fall upon deaf ears, said lector too drunk on pleasure to even listen. he knows that you're not in any discomfort, otherwise you'd have said something minutes ago and given him the ass-beating of his life. but he does know that this is your way of telling him to slow down and not rush things, but he can't help it. you're so tantalizing and addictive that he can barely hold back on just snapping and fuck you dumb on the plush couch until he's milked himself in your greedy hole.

" ahaha, sorry love, i can't help it. i really wanna be inside you right now.." god, just the way you look back at him has him stirring and melting right where he is. enjou swears that you'll really drive him crazy at this point, not that he minds. he doesn't mind becoming a pussydrunk maniac for you if it means he can have just even the sliver of time with you." i promise i won't move, just let me be inside, please?"

" guh, fine.." enjou doesn't miss how you try to hide an excited smile behind feigned defeat, and he wants to tease you for it, but decides against it.

" thank you, love, i love you so so much." you roll your eyes playfully, but push yourself off his lap and quickly push aside your panties, and enjou sees that your folds are glistening with slick arousal, drooling like your pussy wanted his cock that bad. he doesn't mind that you're walking around your shared abode with just underwear and an oversized shirtーhe thinks it's cute and just adds to your appeal anyway. and it's comfy, as you say, so he's got nothing against it.

you push several fingers past your puffy folds and spread them open, exposing the real treat to hungry eyes. enjou can see your swollen clit in its round glory, but what draws his attention is your spasming and dripping cunt, silently waiting for its usual treatment.

" so pretty, your pussy is so pretty, did you know that ( name )?" he doesn't wait for a reply and reaches a hand and grips your hip, his other hand holding his aching cock as he pulls you back down, guiding you until slick hole meets huge cock. fuck, just feeling your pussy sends him spiraling and nearly makes enjou combust, but he reels himself in.

" so good, your pussy is the best ( name )...but i want it deeper.."

with a tug of his hand and snap of his hips, the leaking head is buried snug in tight heatーfuck, he feels like cumming already, that's how utterly pussydrunk he is. and your whimpers, dear god, your whimpers, sound so utterly perfect. enjou can tell that you're trying to hold it in, but as he bottoms out and his crotch meets your perky cheeks, you start shuddering as shaky moans manage to escape your mouth.

" ooh..umnghh..o-oh god..so big..your dick's so big enjou.."

he has to fight every urge in him to snap his hips up and fuck you until you become an overstimulated, teary mess but manages to do a good enough job. so he just settles for mouthing at your shoulder, rose ebony locks tickling your skin as he moans against you, giant hand reaching over and stroking your belly. he can feel the outline of his big cock inside you, and something about it just sends blood pumping south. you're so small, and he's so big, yet his big fat cock fits so nicely and perfectly inside you. it's like you were made for him and him alone to fuck.

" you're doing so good, so so good love. i promise i'll cum inside a lot, okay?" you whimper, but enjou can see and feel you eagerly grinding back against him in anticipation." you can continue to read, ( name ). just let me use your pussy, for now, okay?"

" ...pervert..." you look cute when you're embarrassed, pouty lips pressed together as you weakly glare at him. enjou simply presses a loving kiss to your cheek with a cheeky smile and rubs your tummy gently, enjoying how soft and warm you feel against him. he doesn't mind staying still inside your heavenly pussy, just being sheathed inside is enough for him to have his fill of you.

he just wants to stay connected as one with you for eternity and never pull out.

#lati speaks #lati thirsts #enjou x reader #enjou smut #cw monsterfucking

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sems-diarie · 3 years

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me and my friend were talking about how todo is strong enough to bounce you on his cock as he’s carrying you to the kitchen to fuck😋😋

18+ under the cut.

“Aoi,” you whimper, eyes clenched shut and cheeks burning with embarrassment.

“Yeah?” But Aoi finds it funny. Finds your little gasps when he bounces you particularly hard hilarious.

“Hhh.” Your head lolls back, toes curling with every spring of heat shooting through your tummy. “Gonna cum,” you whine.

You wish you could press your knees together. The need to hide is so overwhelming—especially when Aoi’s strong hands are prying your knees apart. You don’t know how he’s so strong, carrying you and himself and walking around the house like you’re nothing more than a bag strapped to his chest.

His voice booms in your ear. “Already?”

“Feel you in my tummy,” you gasp, mouth twisting. He stretches you out so good. Thick cock pressing into your little hole everytime Aoi lowers his arms and brings your hips down to stuff as much as he can fit inside of you. Your pussy sucks him in greedily, too, spilling juices and trembling all over the muscle of it. All the while, Aoi is promising to fill you up, promising to have your apartment crawling with chunky Todo babies. And you’ll let him? Won’t you, pretty baby?

“Uh huh,” he moans, shifts his hand a bit to press down over your navel. “Right there? S’that where I am?”

“Yes!” A sharp gasp tears through your chest, hot slick gushing from your pussy and drenching Todo’s cock, splatters of it even get onto the floor. Wet eyes rolling up, drool dripping from the corner of your mouth—you’re a whore. Something soft and warm Aoi can cum inside of and drop to the side. A fleshlight, and that’s exactly how he’s using you.

“Cumming,” you whimper, fingers searching for some part of him to latch on to. “D-Don’t let me fall, please.”

“Sh—shit!” It’s you who’s squealing. Squealing and crying and cumming while Aoi simply presses you against his chest and fucks you through it. Your legs kick out, the entire inside of your body simmering. Wet squelches reach your ears, and you know it’s your pussy making that sound. Know you couldn’t help it even if you needed to.

“Look at you,” he mutters, and you almost think he’s laughing at you again, but he sounds so breathless. Voice pitching deep and his grip on your legs tightening. The slippery, forceful grip of your cunt is making Aoi’s cock throb. He has to find a wall to rest against, head slamming backwards as your pussy milks Todo to orgasm, just from the rippling pulses of its own.

“F-fuck.”

You feel it all. The pulsating, throbbing mass of cock stretching your poor, overwhelmed pussy—all the way to the globs of cum spilling inside of you, and gushing around thick man meat to dribble out of your cunt and splatter to the floor. You feel Aoi grip you tighter, feel him gasp and moan, feel his hips rocking faster, desperate to be milked, eager to dump out all his cum.

“Me too,” Aoi huffs roughly. Your thighs ache from the way he’s gripping them. “Givin’ my princess all the cum I have.”

You nod, lashes clumpy and voice wet. “Th-thank you.”

“Takin’ it so good,” he adds, praising you, appreciating you. Amazed at how hard your cunt spasms, at how hard you try to hold his seed inside of you. “Such an angel.”

#listen this is the best I can do #aged up characters #todo aoi x reader #todo aoi smut #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen smut

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introloves · 3 years

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Just thinking about being super Domestic with Aone! He starts thinking about what a great little wife you’d be and how sweet you are. One day you casually mention what a great father he’d be if you guys had children and it does something to him! 💓

papa! aone + housewife! reader + HEAVY BREEDING KINK + talk of pregnancy (no kids) + princess complex + pillow princess! reader + overly protective! aone + praise + mating press + squirting + size kink + overstimulation + dacryphilia + creampie + f! reader

— word count; approx 2k

you treat him so gentle- a big man like him coming home to you after a long day of work always brings out a near overwhelming need to take care of him, to be there at every beck and call, waiting for him so pretty, looking towards the door with every second coming closer to him coming how to you.

everything you do for him doesn’t go unnoticed, aone doesn’t say much, but he returns your sweet kisses with an equal amount of love and adoration for his sweet little wife.

you’re near ravenous when he finally comes home, shrugging off his coat, boots taken off at the door, handkerchief in hand to wipe any lingering dust and dirt from his hands- not wanting to dirty any surface you’d spent all day cleaning. he’s even apprehensive in giving you his coat- looking at you with pinched lips, grunting while gently placing it in your waiting hands.

he doesn’t touch you until he’s all showered, even when you insist that it’s okay, the dirt beneath his nails from working, from being outside all day makes him feel dirty, you’re his princess, his pretty baby- how could he ever think to lay a soiled finger onto your soft and well taken care of skin...

he usually relents to your whines, begrudgingly bending down to place a quick kiss to your pretty lips- puckered and waiting for his own to press onto yours. he makes a straight line to the bathroom, showering, rolling his shoulders back once he steps out- towel secured ‘round his hips, and once again walking in a practiced route to your shared room.

he doesn’t change, he can’t because as soon as he’s out, you’re sat on the bed. pillows, blankets- comforter fluffed daily in anticipation for him to fuck you.

eyes eagerly drinking in his every step, water running down rounded out muscle, not so defined- not anymore. the home cooked meals that you make for him has treated him well, form fluffed out with muscle that’s more fitted for his job, it’s dense and packed in, thick. it makes your pussy throb.

“how was work papa?” you question sweetly, legs spreading wide to receive his body, slick folds wetly (and loudly) parting for him while you pin your knees on either side of you, giggling at the way he sucks a breath in every time, eyes looking at the pussy he so adores, mouth salivating.

he loves coming home to you.

he loves how soft you are, warm- thinks there’s nothing better smelling and more comforting than sinking deep- so very deep into the tight and wet heat that is your pretty pussy.

letting the towel fall at the foot of the bed, his cock hangs in a thick curve over his heavy balls, pretty white pubes decorating his crotch, tummy clenching in anticipation, it’s a sight seeing him get hard, thick length bending with how big he is- even fully hard there’s a delicious curve, gravity not too kind to him.

“good... i missed you.” aone mumbles. huffing as his now cleaned, calloused- thick... such thick hands reach to finally touch, soothing up the expanse of your legs, wondering how someone so pretty- so beautiful is laid out beneath him, pussy drooling for a cock like his.

you purr, smiling, body twisting- pushing up as his hands press you down.

“missed you more... was thinking about you- ‘bout something in particular.” you mumble, lidded eyes wandering up to his neck. watching the pretty blooming blush roll down all the way to his chest- wanting to reach up and remark and fading hickies, fingertips ghosting along faded lines of your nails dug in the moment of overwhelming passion.

“hm.” he hums, giving you his whole attention as you speak- looking at your lips as you form every word, planting heavy hands to the apex of your legs, digging the pads of every finger into the giving flesh, encouraging you to continue with a nod, all while kneading and squishing your body.

“was just thinking what a good papa you are- was thinking if you’d give me a baby... to keep me company while you leave.” you breathe, pulse quickening at the thought- head spinning the second the last word tumbles free, all because you’re suddenly pulled down.

it’s near audible, a lowly groan spreading forth from the deepest parts of his chest while he huffs- pale chest rising and falling rapidly, cock visibly throbbing- balls clenching, there’s even a moment where he thinks he may cum.

“f-fuck- a baby?” he exhales, tipping his head back, the stutter making you look at him with a hint of curiosity.

blinking away the base need to shove his cock inside, blinking away the need to push your head into the bed and dump load after load of his cum inside you, all with the intent to make you round with his kid he pulls your legs up he comes down towards you.

all to make you fat and pretty and waddle around while he takes you hand in hand everywhere you need to go.

he doesn’t realizes his hips have instinctively rutted down into you- too caught up in the thought of holding you while fat with a baby the two of you made.

hands dimpling your soft skin- muscle memory carrying every action, already folding you down, knees nearly pressing against your chest, heavy cock slotted onto your cunt, squished between your bent legs.

“i’ll give you a baby. my princess wants a baby.” he grunts, gone dizzy. all of this taking place in mere seconds of you spilling the thought. he says it like it’s a command from you, tunnel vision suckering him in, barely able to see you in the absolute need to give his princess everything her pretty heart desires.

you don’t know where he’s gone, obviously lost in a heavy headspace- popping the head of his still throbbing cock into you, crying in suspense. this is all so exciting, he’s always so eager to bring you what you want, always willing to move the stars and moon for you and now he’s answering to the fantasy you built up all day.

“p-papa!” you squeal, sucking in a breath when he barrels into you with a near punishing thrust.

this is different, he’s different. he’s always cautious with every thrust, but there’s no regret or remorse while the second slam of his hips knock into you. kicking legs just barely able to squirm at all with the way they’re perched on his broad shoulders, you watch as they dangle, watch while he stares you down, his own body moving with intent- drilling into your sopping pussy.

“papa!” you yell this time, soft hands holding onto his arms, his large palms resting on either side of your face while he folds himself down, the creak, sway of the bed dangerously loud- sucking every breath from inside your lungs.

he’s never been this rough, never- and your lips curl with every open mouth yell.

he fucks into you like you’re not there, thick cock splitting you open- filling your cunt, bringing you so very early into a blinding orgasm.

it’s so wet- eyes wet, pussy wet while you squirt and gush, crying out tiny little whimpers of his name as every wave of orgasm takes you. it splatters all over his thighs, painting his tummy, dripping back down onto you hotly.

this is all he needs, needs you wet and messy, needs your pussy swollen and slicked with need and cum so you can take such a big cock easier- if you take it easier he can use every inch of strength he has to dig the swollen and still throbbing cockhead right up to your cervix. he can almost see the swollen ring so ready to take his cum, displacing your own weepy orgasm, making room to receive all of his own thick, milky orgasm.

“good girl- my good girl.” aone nearly chokes, unfocused eyes zoning down onto your bent form, pussy lips and folds sucked in and out in with each drag.

you’re melted, reduced to a babbling little baby under his large mass- doing so well, taking someone so strong and so big like him with nothing more than a few overstimulated tears. drool forming at the corner of your mouth, the only thing you can do is wait for his cum like the pretty princess you are.

“papa- ‘ts too much- too much.” you gasp, wandering eyes roaming up his neck, landing on hardened eyes.

“no- no it’s not. you want a baby. i’m giving you a baby.” he speaks- knowing this is hard on someone treated like a doll, soft hands digging into the veined arms of his, same hands that never work too hard for anything at all, all because he insists on treating you with any and everything.

and just like everything else, he knows he needs to cut this short- knows you’re tired and wanting to drift off onto a nap, so aone fucks you deeply.

he needs to bend further and kiss away the tears spilling down your soft and plush cheeks- heated with the exertion he’s putting your body under, gently apologizing. the high and heated coiled need to breed you slowly waning, now just needing to paint your pussy with his cum.

“it’s okay- it’s okay, papa loves you- you’re okay.”

the gentleness, lowly and grunted words truly bring you peace, trembling under him- hiccuping at the thrusts he gives you, exhaling heavy when he tips forward to an orgasm finally.

sealing hips down to your own, rutting with securely placed knees down onto the bed.

he pushes you up a good amount, crinkling the bedding around your limp body, pistoning shallow thrusts, each one stickier- messier, harder to deliver as he cums. thick cock pulsating in need, sinking into such silky gummy walls all shaped to the form of his large cock.

he huffs equally shallow breaths, tired- so tired from an intense fucking, balls squeezing up tight to his body, every contraction followed by a deep squish of him to you.

“fuck- fuck.” aone groans, his shaking form transferred down to you, slowly bringing your aching legs off the perch of his shoulders. he gathers the last bit of strength residing in his body to take care of you, once more- with a gentleness only found in someone who’s been cautious of their own strength their whole life, he places your legs onto the bed.

you’re still dizzy as he does so, unable to keep the seizing of your muscles down- body heated and sweaty with how he folded your form into his desired state, slowly blinking your eyes more and more open.

blurry gaze landing on him, watching with a slowly growing smile as he looks at you with a reserved guilt.

“it’s okay.” you whisper, only able to whisper for the time being- “i’m okay.”

but even with what you say, he brings a large palm to your tummy, holding it there- reminding himself that it was to give you what you wanted. you just look so broken now, limbs unmoving, all dead weight while he positions your body much more comfortably.

with a nod, he pushes down any worry to hold you tight- swollen muscle wrapping your precious body up. your giggles bringing forth a near exasperated smile from him- wondering how his sweet baby still can be so... sweet after being fucked like that.

sleepy face burying into the crook of his neck while he fights to keep his softened cock inside you, pulling his princess onto him, slotting the plushness of you against his body.

“pretty.” he mumbles once the two of you are relaxed, basking in the tiredness throbbing throughout two fucked out forms.

“pretty baby.” aone whispers, bringing down a large hand to your tummy.

you can’t lift your head off his chest to give him a sweet smile, instead giggling with how well your papa takes care of you, how well he loves and gives you everything your pretty pink heart wants.

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ererokii · 3 years

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Sooo... This request thing. You're aweosme 👉👈

Ooh boy it's a long one (changed it a bit)

-Erens so cute when he purrs and when you mention his curiosity and twitching ears ears and gentle touch, so as not to hurt the reader.

-when he kinda is paying attention to, analysing the reader or protecting them its SO cute

-It would maybe end as like cuddles and things and just... Talking. To him and him grunting or just nodding or thinking replies.

-Maybe be at night.

-Maybe it would start with... Eren In human form.

-Maybe he figures out that you don't think his titan form is so ugly but still a little new and scary and that maybe you like it

- Bam if you can somehow NSFW that... Uhmm?

So he... Turns into a titan and then. Some NSFW or just. Maybe he like. Scares or teases the reader on purpose for a reaction?

-And then NSFW somehow if you wanna put that in. Sorry for the way I type I'm kinda doing it as it all appears in my head lol

-I like your cute, and desperate eren, but also attentive and caring. I haven't seen you write a very cheeky or playful titan eren so maybe that would be nice.

I REALLY ENJOYED WRITING THIS ONE. Here you monsterfuckers, take your TITAN SMUT.

WARNINGS: MONSTERFUCKING. Oral (f receiving), mention of voyeurism, overstimulation, dumbification, multiple orgasms, edging, characters are 18+.

If these themes make you uncomfortable or you rather avoid, please block the tag “AOT SMUT” WC: 1.7K

Also thank you to the amazing @galair for this beautiful art🥺 everyone go check her out

Eren stays deep within his thoughts as he hums to himself, staring up at the starry sky. His loose strands tickle the shell of his ear, itching to scratch away at it but refuses. He can’t recall the conversation before the silence. It’s always been on his mind, but he’s been inquisitive as to what you saw him as, even if he knew the answer.

Am I a monster to you? Or am I just like you?

You knew Eren was quite insecure with himself when it came to his titan powers; no matter how many times he asked you that, you always gave him the same answer.

You were never a monster; you’re just a broken human like me.

For some reason, that has never failed to put a smile on his face. Being able to categorize himself with humans made him feel complete, separate from the monster people used to call him when he discovered the powers.

But know that he’s aware (once again) of how you feel, does he scare you?

Maybe he could ask you--, but he doesn’t want to ruin the mood at all. Now that he thinks of it, he can’t recollect a moment where you’ve seemed scared to be in his presence, unlike other comrades who look like they’ll leak themselves any moment.

Without even thinking, he blurts out the question. His eyes widen slightly when he realizes the words slipped past his lips.

“Am I scared of your titan form?” you ask, glancing over at him as you sit up, staring down at him from your position. “I mean, it is always somewhat overwhelming to see something so much bigger than me, and when I sit in your hands but no, besides that, I'm not.”

“Do you think it’s ugly?”

“I don’t,” you say with a smile, legs crisscrossed. “I think it’s unique. You know, just for you. I think it’s quite cute and--” you trail off, glancing over to the side. “--somewhat hot,” you cough in between words, hoping he missed that.

“Hot?” he asks, a hint of smugness evident in his tone.” You think it’s hot?” he leans up on his elbows, a smirk curled at his lips. “Why is that?”

“W-Well, I’m not going to tell you that! That’s too personal.”

“What if I turned right now?”

“Y-You can’t! Captain Levi and Hanji would come to chew you out if you did!”

“Hanji gave me the go-ahead to transform whenever I wanted to, just not to cause destruction,” he gets up with a grunt, backing up a few feet back. By the time he was in position before you could speak, lightning struck the earth, the ground crumbling from the shock.

You dug your fingers into the ground, lowering your head from the gusts of wind. In no time, it calmed down as you avert your gaze upward, emeralds stare down at you from high above, brown tresses swooshing in the air.

“You did,” you breathed out, releasing your grip on the dirt. Your hands are unsteady, still trying to compose yourself from the sudden change.

He’s not moving, standing as still as a statue before he drops to his knees, the birds sound asleep in the trees now awake and flying away from the commotion. Your heart feels as if it could burst from the confinements of your chest.

Your left eye peeks open, cowering within yourself. Your body freezes when you see how close he is. His body is lowered to the ground; knees pushed in like a Sphinx. His eyes glow in the darkness, a new feeling taking over your body.

His heavy breathing fans over your face, his head cocked to the side as if he was examining your small figure. He finds humor in your expression, nudging your body with his nose.

From the small force added, it caused your body to get pushed back. His ears twitch, the tips sticking upward. He moves forward, doing it once more.

“Eren, quit it,” you huff, sticking your arms out to keep him from doing it again-- which he’ll end up doing too. There’s no doubt that in that nape, he’s having the time of his life.

He wonders what else he can do like this. He thinks for a minute, noises emitting from his throat. He sticks one of his hands out, shakily raising a finger, and places his hands in between your legs.

He catches your gaze, his tongue peeking as he leans forward, barely pressing the tip against the bare skin of your neck. The new sensation causes your breath to hitch in the back of your throat, eyeing the pink flesh before gulping lowly.

Eren pulls away, looking at your skirt that happened to ride up your legs. His eyes seem to darken as his mouth closes, teeth grinding against each other.

“Eren?” you question him as he inches closer, his head lowering slightly to the ground. You’re about to call for him again, but his tongue makes an appearance also, pushing the material up more. Your eyes enlarge, fingers curling around the fabric of your shirt-- to which looks like fear in his eyes.

A noise of somewhat sadness comes from him, his ears lowering.

“N-No, it’s okay, Eren,” you stutter, face heating up from his motions. If you were honest, you could feel a small wetness pool in between your legs.

Before you know it, the tip of his tongue is in between your legs, the muscle lapping over your clothed cunt. Your arms are shaky as you let out a little gasp that sounds so cute to his ears; he can’t help but circle it around your clit.

A predatory look is in his eyes, looking down like you were his meal. The muscle goes sound, poking at your slicked entrance. Panting, you glance down at the position and pull your panties aside, shivering from the chilly wind and hot breathing in between your legs.

His jaw slacked; he works wonders on your needy cunt. The texture and saliva are enough to make you sensitive on the spot. Your eyes roll back as you chant his name, his tongue licking stripes up and down your folds, squelching noises occurring from his rapid movement.

Your legs are shaking from the overwhelming sensation. God, it’s becoming too much, but you can’t stop him, nor if you wanted to. You felt as if you would fall to the depths of the earth but yet stayed in reality.

The tip flicks at your folds, an incoherent noise getting stuck in the back of your throat when he begins to move it side to side rather than up and down.

You’re so needy for him at this point. You want him to stuff your tight cunt with his cock, to feel him stretch you out as he fucks you to no end. Having him do this to you was on another level of ecstasy, but you would accept it if this came up again.

The pressure he puts on your fragile body is enough to send you backward, but the way your heels dig into the ground and his gentle touches prevent that from happening. The slick left in between your thighs trickle down to your ass; the feeling becomes uncomfortable but erotic.

“Fuck baby,” you whisper, head falling back, staring up at the sky with lidded eyes. “Fuu..p-please don’t stop,” you slur, thoughts clouding with nothing but immense pleasure.

God, what if someone caught you? The adrenaline running through your body wouldn’t even let you care about that. But the thought of someone hearing you moan out pathetically as Eren licks away at your cunt, have you moaning out.

You wouldn’t be surprised if someone overheard. Eren’s tongue was a gift that meant to be cherished, even if that meant having him do this every day for you to get used to the sticky yet warmth radiating from the muscle.

The inside of your legs trembles, your head spinning in circles, rubbing small lazy circles on your puffy clit, desperate to be touched by his tongue. Your hole was being circled, his tongue barely pressing before retracting; the little shit was teasing you.

One of his fingers gently places over your leg to keep you from moving so much. His finger alone is enough to make you feel weighed down.

Your lips are moving, but nothing is coming out; no noise, no words. You’re completely out of it. Your fingers are clenching and unclenching around nothing, barely holding onto whatever it was you were. If someone were to ask you what day it was, you wouldn’t be able to tell the time of day or where you were at.

“ ‘M gonna cum,” your voice comes out soft yet needy, shifting your hips side to side, bucking your hips to the best of your ability. “I wanna cum on your tongue.”

His eyes flicker, a stripe licked up between your folds before resting on your clit-- a place that desperately needs attention.

Your delicate body is on the brink of defeat; an orgasm after orgasm washes over your body, and he shows no signs of stopping. You’re practically gushing at this point, your juices running down his jaw. You’ve made many feeble attempts to push him away; a growl would emit from him when you tried to do so.

Sweat trickles down your face into your clothes, causing the front of your shirt to stick onto your skin—short breaths of air, hiccups erupting from your throat. Your eyes roll back as your body finally gives out, falling backward onto his hand that was keeping you upright.

As you fall, a purring sound reaches your ears as his tongue finally retracts from your mess cunt, his eyes glancing at your slick sticking to you. His finger rubs the inside of your thigh, gently wiping away the transparent substance. His ears flicker as he listens to your heavy breathing, trying your best to catch the air that was taken away from you.

He lovingly nuzzles his nose against your patella, his dark tresses tickling your supple skin. After being pushed through multiple orgasms, you weren’t even sure if you could walk or get up from this position.

But he finally got his answer as to why you thought he was hot.

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bluecookies02 · 3 years

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I've been having a hyperfixation on face fucking lately, so If you could do any character with that I'd literally cry my eyes out. I love your work so much and I've been binging it for days!!!❤️‍🔥

!oh absolutely, I'm glad you're enjoying the blog!

>disclaimer:all acts are consensual unless stated othervise<

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Dᴀʙɪ, Bᴀᴋᴜɢᴏᴜ, Sʜɪɢᴀʀᴀᴋɪ, Aɪᴢᴀᴡᴀ

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Dᴀʙɪ: (cw: squirting, overstim)

He'll fuck you until you're trembling, just begging for him to cum already, throat soar from whining on his cock for hours on end.

Dabi can last long, sometimes too long. He'll have you twitching and crying, squirming when his thumb meets your clit again. It's not like he didn't cum either, he probably filled you up once or twice, dick still terribly hard but equally sore and flaming red from how long he's been slamming it in and out of your pussy. This happens when he's frustrated, generally pent up and it just happens that fucking you makes him feel better.

With one final tap to your clit, you're squirting, back arching and nails digging into your own palm, his chest getting soaked and abs glistening while they flex. He's so close, the pleasure too much that he's not even sure he can cum.

"No more! Fuck, no more" you're panting and clenching your legs shut, his cock slowly sliding out of you. Your limbs feel sore, incapable of moving another inch while you take deep breaths, hands relaxing to reveal small moon-like creases you gave to yourself.

You can feel the bed dipping and then there's a hand on your jaw, gently turning your face to the side.

"Open up" his voice is soft, but not any less demanding, his tip nudging past your lips. You open your jaw slack, closing your eyes. His length fills your mouth, your drool smearing down your lips and across your cheek before staining the sheets. His cock sinks further, filling up your throat. You try to breathe around it, gagging and spluttering but he keeps still, giving u time to fix your breathing, pulling out only a bit to let the air pass to your lungs.

"You good?" and you have to think for a moment before humming, relaxing further when his hands move to the back of your head, fingers tangling in your hair.

"I'll try to be quick...take a deep breath come one..." he coos, and you know better than to not listen to his advice. As soon as he sees your chest rising, he's slamming as far as he can go, his balls flush against your face. He's cursing and groaning, humping the depths of your throat, holding your head in place. You're coughing, thinking about reaching to grab his hand, but you decide to hold on.

"That's it, fuck that's it, so close I promise..." he rushes out, the slapping of his skin against yours speeding up. You're almost passing out but there's a deep growl, and then there are hot splashes coating the back of your throat, your mouth suddenly empty while you swallow what you can, coughing out what wouldn't go down. He helps you up, a hand petting your back. You clean the mix rushing down your chin with the back of your wrist, palm opening up to catch the spit falling from your lips.

It takes you a few minutes and Dabi waits, an apologetic look on his face while he watches you struggle. You can speak up but you terribly want to, words coming out scrambled and broken up. Dabi's hand holds your cheek, letting you nuzzle against it.

"Too far?" he asks, worried. His warm hand finds your throat, trying to ease some of the pain with his quirk, suiting your muscles.

You try to shake your head "no". It was almost too much, dangerously close to it too, but your heart is full, body relaxing while Dabi takes care of you, cleaning you up and tucking you against his chest. After a few minutes, you're not sure if you fell asleep or not but you open your eyes, watching the way Dabi's fingers dance across your arm. You move it just a bit until your fingers interlace with his, falling back into the daze and eventually falling asleep

Bᴀᴋᴜɢᴏᴜ: (cw: none)

He's very rough but also very scared to hurt you.

Making him do anything unsafe is close to impossible and you respect that, you do. However you never saw him losing his mind, you never saw him fully letting go and fuck is it tempting. Even when he's angry he's still cautious. You fucked him silly but never fucked him stupid.

Finally, he's laying on his back, moving the hair from your face while you suck him off, saying dirty shit that makes you squeeze your legs together. Your hands are plastered over his meaty thighs, squeezing and gripping as you work him down your throat. He's timing your breathing, pulling you off every once in a while to let you rest.

"Relax" you whisper, circling your tongue over his flushed tip, flattening it against the slit while you look at him through your eyelashes. You're confident, and he caves quickly, letting you do your thing when he rests his head back against the pillows, closing his eyes.

You worship his cock, kissing and mouthing every inch, massaging the drool into his balls and squeezing every so often. He's not particularly loud during those, apart from the occasional praise he gives, humming to let you know you're making him feel good. You're going too slow and he's oh so gently raising his hips to meet your mouth, feet digging into the mattress. You keep him desperate, slipping your lips on and off his cock, watching him fuck the air each time his cock gets exposed to it, chasing the warmth of your throat.

It's not until you mumble a demanding "Go on" that you take him all the way in, waiting for him to move. He's not doing anything for a while, until he gets the memo, carefully rolling his hips, bucking off the bed. You're humming, throat vibrating each time he goes a little harder, urging him on. It takes a few minutes for him to let go and get into the rhythm, sloppily fucking your throat, eyes half-lidded to watch you. He didn't know he would get so terribly horny by watching you struggle, eyes glossy, the choking sound making him want to go harder, slam it down your throat until your eyes roll back into your head. He can't keep his mind from wandering, swallowing up by the image, feeling the coil in his stomach start to unroll.

You briefly put your hands on his hips, stroking his sides and following the motion of his thrusts, bobbing your head to meet him halfway. You can feel him twitch in your mouth, and when he breathes out "cumm-ghh" you pull off a bit, the first wave of cum falling on your tongue, a few smaller ones following soon after.

Aɪᴢᴀᴡᴀ:(cw:facesitting)

Your pussy is spread open, gushing and leaking onto his tongue while you jerk his cock, pumping the length in your hand with great care, movement slowed down so that you can selfishly roll your hips just right, thighs squeezing his head.

He keeps you open with his thumbs, nose buried in your cunt as he laps at your clit, suckling and twirling the nub in his mouth. He's grabbing fistfuls of your ass, trying to get all of your weight on him, pawing and kneading at it, a disapproving huff rushing through his muffled lips. You decide to indulge him dropping all your weight, chest bubbly to hear his satisfied groan, veins of his cock twitching in your palm.

You open your mouth vide, swallowing around his length with practiced ease, your hand moving from his base once it's fully inside. Like on cue, his strong muscular legs hook around your neck, pressing until your nose is mushed against his balls. A small part of you is thankful that he always takes thorough showers after training, but an embarrassingly large one wants to be consumed by the disgusting sweaty musk you can only imagine while you bury your face further between his legs.

Neither of you have much space to move, settling for just trying to reach and be closer to each other. Aizawa closes his lips over your cunt, mouth full as he swallows and gulps like he can't get enough, adrenaline pumping through him when he starts to feel a bit dizzy. You wrap your arms around his thighs, the position straining on both of your muscles, the burning sensation letting you know that you only have so much time until you're both at your limit.

Lazy rolls turn into hurried humps, your pussy chasing his tongue until it's just in the right place, tummy clenching from the surges of pleasure , His head rising off the bed so that he can press his tongue harder. You can feel your throat burning already and you get excited just by thinking about not being able to swallow food or drinks without being reminded of tonight.

He knows your body inside and out, knows that you're about to cum by the smallest movement of your hips and spine, ready to feel it so closely. He's only waiting for it, holding in his release just because he's so stuck on never cumming first, not wanting to miss you reaching your high, your moans and whines while your whole body moves and shakes, wave after wave surging to your fingertips and toes, forcing them to clench and curl.

He releases down your throat when you squeeze your legs around his ears, the first jolt of your body followed by his, cum pooling at the base of his cock. He cums like a bull, and unless your holes are plugged up, it's gonna seep out, you can't even swallow in time, gulps too big to handle, especially in a position like this one.

His legs slowly uncurl, freeing you and letting you slay down next to him. You can hear colors and you can see the sounds, mind on a beautiful vacation, not useful for a single thing. At least for half an hour.

Sʜɪɢᴀʀᴀᴋɪ:(cw:noncon, piss, mindbreak, humiliation, kidnapping)

He'll throw you on the ground, make you kiss his cock , make you beg to ruin your voice for weeks. He'll slap it against your cheek, smearing his tip all over your face and covering it in pre.

Pulling on your hair, forcing your lips open and already starting a quick pace. You can only try to push him away, arms too weak to do anything to help yourself. He doesn't want you to lose consciousness tho, snapping you off of his length for only a brief moment.

"Breathe whore, you're useless to me if you can't even suck a cock" you can barely breathe out of fear tho, four fingers tightening around your already bruised neck. Then he's pumping in and out of your mouth, slapping your cheek whenever you try to bare your teeth to make him flinch away, truth to be told he barely feels it he just wants an excuse to hit those plump cheeks. You hate yourself for not trying harder, but one can only have so much strength before giving up.

Your hair feels like it's gonna rip away from your skull, so you have no choice than to close your eyes and relax, slouching on the floor and letting him use your throat, hoping he'll get there faster.

He's not a fan of that, your chocked-up sounds noticeably disappearing when you find a way to get some air through your nose. It wouldn't be that easy, you should've known, two fingers stopping your airflow, causing spit to gush out of your mouth as your throat flexes and battles against his dick. He feels generous today.

It feels like you're dreaming when he finally lets you go, immediately fisting his cock in front of your face, aiming for your pretty eyes. Your eyelashes look beautiful, wet from tears, making them stand out better, more gorgeous...

He hates pretty things. He wants to defile them, make them as disgusting and monstrous as he is, the urge to ruin everything that dares be better than him.

You manage to close them in time, white painting your eyelids and forehead, some of it getting in your hair. He's finished with a sigh, tapping his tip to your lips before taking a step back. You're about to thank God that it's all over until you can feel the warmth hitting your tits, and then the smell hits you, causing you to curl up in yourself. It's not happening, there's no way in hell this is happening. You feel sick to your stomach, nails scraping against the floor until they break off, the sting not making you react at all, only focused on the sizzling sound and a satisfied moan in the background.

You lost the last ounce of dignity you had, brain shutting down while you just sit there, staring at the piss dripping down your thighs and your pussy, later hitting the floor and pooling on the cheap wood. Your eyes are wide, emotionless, robbed of the last spark they held. They're open now but you can't see a thing, everything seems to come to a stop.

You might hear the laugh before a door is slammed and locked, but you're not so sure anymore, falling unconscious in the cold room.

I pinkie promise to edit this in the morning bc my eyes r literally closing as I write. Who tf knows what I just blabbered on here but it's an adventure right. Is it gonna be a "you're/your" mess up, maybe? A plot hole...very likely. ooc...who cares, I do not believe in canon anyways😌

I feel like I made them all nut so fast but, more cummies the better I guess. ALSO ANON THANK YOU, I WOULDNT HAVE KNOW THAT THE ❤️‍🔥 EMOJI EXISTED IF IT WERENT FOR THIS ASK

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silver-pieces · 3 years

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mandalorian’s mercy part six

Previously ‘Are You Cold?’

Pairing: alpha!Din x (afab) omega!fem!reader

Word Count: 5.8k

Synopsis: You try to come up with a plan while you wait for Mando’s return

Warnings: 18+ aka NO MINORS, smut (semi-public rough sex, unprotected p in v sex, creampie), a/b/o dynamics, omega in heat & alpha in rut, breeding kink, slight praise kink, knotting, mentions of claiming

A/N: I promised a quick update and I did NOT deliver lmao. Thankyou all for being so patient, understanding, and thoughtful with your reblogs, comments, and asks 💕 I really, really appreciate it. I hope you enjoy part six. There’s a bit of everything - plot, smut, and feels 🥰

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You have no idea how long it's been when the door slides open.

You're not even sure if it did slide open, or if you're just hearing things. Mando's words keep replaying in your head, a torturous blend of desperate promises and heated strings of filth groaned in your ear while deep inside you. Your pussy clenches around nothing as you remember being filled by his cock, and the thought produces a fresh gush of slick in anticipation.

A hand cups your chin. It's slender, and a little cool, and you can only detect the faint trace of an Alpha's scent beneath a layer of perfume and suppressants. "Open," whoever it is commands.

You part your lips without thinking, your mind going submissive at even the slightest touch of an Alpha on suppressants. Anything to relieve your heat.

A pill is gently placed on your tongue. Looking up, you realise it's the leader. He raises an eyebrow at you, lips curling almost smugly. "Swallow, darling."

The pill on your tongue feels very much like the heat suppressants you were taking before, and dread curls in your core as you realise what he's making you do. Taking a suppressant during your heat could lessen the effects for a few hours, but it would also punish your body afterwards, returning even worse than before.

You don't have much of a choice. Swallowing the pill, you close your eyes as he lets go of your face, dropping your head back down.

It's too late for modesty, but when you can feel the effects of the heat lessen, you begin to curl the cloak around you as you realise just how naked you are in front of him.

He's leaning back on the wall, legs crossed, studying his nails.

"How long has it been?" You voice is hoarse from disuse.

His mouth thins, his red eyes flicking up to you. "About seven hours since he left." His expression shifts into a pleasant smile. "I don't believe we've been properly introduced. I'm Daro. What's your name?"

Still trying to sift through your memories of everything that happened since the heat started, you struggle to think clearly. Every thought is blurred, uncertain. You opt for a safe answer. "No-one important."

He tilts his head and eyes you. "And yet, you have a bounty."

Shit. He knows about the bounty, and you're just realising that he lied about not having suppressants. Your mind swims and you close your eyes to try and steady yourself. "Mando, he - "

"I find myself in a difficult position," he interrupts. "Your Mandalorian trespassed on my land, and yet, holding him prisoner is risky. It draws... unwanted attention my way." He narrows his eyes at you.

You swallow thickly, wondering what he's getting at.

"Tell me, is this Mandalorian of yours reasonable?"

Siting up on weak limbs and sore muscles, you peer up at him in confusion. "What?"

He holds his hands out, palms up. "Is the man amenable? Open to negotiations, say?" He shrugs. "An agreement, perhaps. His silence about my little hideout here, for my own silence about you? I assume he wouldn't want whatever faction he runs with to know he's been fraternising with a bounty."

Even in your delirious state, the offer sounds way too good to be true. Instinct tells you to play along. If you can see what his game is, maybe you use it against him. "That's why you lied about having suppressants? To make sure we..."

"Fraternised?" His eyes gleam. "I didn't know you had a bounty at the time. My intentions in withholding your suppressants ran a little darker, and for that I must apologize."

You recall what Mando spoke of before. "Using me as a hostage to keep him in line."

He dips his head in acknowledgement, parts of his headpiece dangling with the movement. "I despise dealing in lives, but he was threatening mine." His voice takes on an edge. "I could keep you. But," he shrugs, "those kinds of situations tend to end poorly. I prefer to keep my hands clean."

You clench the cloak a little tighter. Perhaps he's stalling - he must be lying. The idea is laughable, that he would just let the two of you go, after Mando killed so many of his people. He thinks you're stupid enough to be capable of trust.

You nod. "Okay."

"Okay...?"

"I'll persuade him to take the deal when he gets back."

He grins. "Excellent."

This room has a shower, you've discovered. An entire separate area for amenities that you've only discovered now. There's even a proper mirror, a luxury you haven't had in days.

It's about what you expect after spending an entire day with an Alpha during your heat. Your gaze traces the marks all over your body, tender reminders of the hours you spent tangled up in each other. Your ears burn with the memory of his voice; the soft order to keep your eyes closed as he traces kisses along your ankle, up your calf, knee, thigh, marking points along the way, promising to leave no part of you untouched by him.

The water is cold on your skin at first, splashing off and spraying the tiles. It feels wrong to wash the traces of him from your body, but the dried body fluids crusting on your inner thighs need to go. Still, you hate getting rid of his scent. He had made sure to cover you with it; a sign of care and protection - and desire. As soon as the suppressant wears off and your heat returns with a vengeance, you'll be burying yourself in his cloak, desperate to bathe in him again.

You linger in the shower. The more you have time to think, the more you're getting caught up in the complex web of your entrapment. You're torn - wondering how you could find the suppressants; trying to discern Daro's plans; and clinging to hope for Mando's survival against this beast that's already killed so many men.

Stars, you need him here. It's almost cruel, the way your mind envisions him cutting through the steam and wrapping his arms around you, telling you in his endlessly warm voice it's okay, I'm here, you're safe now. You exhale and lean a hand on the tiles, squeezing your eyes shut as you try to shake off the ache of missing him. It's purely biological, this need consuming you, and you can't allow yourself to hope for more.

I want you. I have wanted you.

No. You can't afford to think like that. He was in the middle of a rut - he'd say anything, just like you would.

You push aside the pang of disappointment. Once he returns, the two of you can get the rest of your heat and rut out of your systems, and move on. Perhaps you could part as friends, if you escape this place.

The bed is a mess when you finally emerge from the shower; the air thick with sex and the erotic combination of your scents. The lure of it all pulls you in, promising safety you know doesn't really exist. Not without Mando here.

You fidget with the edge of the cloak, inwardly cringing at the stains spread before you as you feel the heat rising to your face. He probably won't want to wear this again.

It's at that moment your stomach rumbles.

You pad down the hall, half sneaking, half trying to look normal. Casual-like, you hope. You haven't encountered anyone yet, but technically, no-one said you couldn't leave the room. There weren't even any guards at the door. Wearing the same clothes Mando stripped from you yesterday, sans the belt he broke, you hope you look presentable at the very least, despite the marks on your neck that your shirt can't hide.

There's a sense of urgency compelling you with each step into the unknown. The threat of your heat returning at any moment, being caught vulnerable, lingers at the back of your mind.

But you have to do this. The alternative is sitting in your nest and waiting for your heat, and Mando, to return. You'd rather take this risk, and frankly, the situation calls for it. You've escaped tough situations before, you can do it again. Well, maybe not as tough as this. But there's a first time for everything.

Being hungry is a good excuse to leave the room and snoop. You're hoping for something - anything you can use, that might help you escape. You diligently keep a mental map of the directions you take as you delve further into winding corridors, past closed doors and intersecting corridors. It doesn't take long for you to encounter someone.

At the sound of their voices from around the corner, you swiftly press yourself back against the wall and hold your breath, hoping the low lights and suppressant inhibiting your scent are enough to hide you from their senses.

Their footfalls echo louder until the heavy sound echoes through the intersection as they emerge beside you. You stay still, watching them intently as they pass. They're dressed in the same kind of clothing as the other guards you've seen before, with blasters hitched on their belts.

Stars. They could kill you right now if they caught you hiding, and you know you can't beat them head on. If you get caught, you're as good as dead.

Clenching your fists, you wait in the shadows for the sounds to fade. Against a sea of anxiety building with each second, your thoughts flicker to Mando. The man who should be your enemy, and yet, at every opportunity to leave you, has instead chosen to stay and help. He's a rare kind of person - a good man.

If he can risk himself out there for you, then you damn well can do the same in here for him.

You stare at the number pad - the only obstacle between you and the room you believe the guards came from. There's no way you could guess that number correctly.

But, you've broken into places before. You had to, in order to survive, and this is no different. Stepping back, you shove your hands into your pockets and try and get back into that mindset. It was easier before, when you didn't have all these distracting feelings that come with being in heat, even with the suppressant fighting it back.

As if in warning, a wave of heat spreads in your veins. You grimace and clutch at your waist, the sudden heat leaving as quickly as it came, the suppressant still working through your system for now. You shift on your feet in an effort to ignore the slight arousal tingling down there. You need to hurry.

Well, most rooms around here seem to have a vent. Yes. You recall passing by one just before. With any luck, it should be connected to this room.

Quick and quietly, you dart back through the corridor to the vent. It's on the right side of the wall, and large enough to fit a person through. There's even a maintenance handle to the side, thank the stars.

You manage to heave the cover off and slip inside, securing it behind you. Crawling on all fours, you have to rely on your sense of direction to guide you through the cold, dark, metal tunnel. It's a short distance, but long enough for you to start getting nervous before the access panel leading to the room appears.

Exiting the vent into the room, you struggle to your feet. There must be movement sensors, because lights flicker on.

It's less of a room and more of a storage space; the tinny whir of the electric lights echoing through the space between aisles of storage boxes. Stolen goods.

A few familiar items are sitting on a table near the entrance, next to empty bottles and a half-finished game of dejarik. There's a familiar looking blanket, a med kit... a safe. You don't need your sense of smell to know these are Mando's things.

A little kernel of anger rises within you. You should have realised they wouldn't just leave his ship alone once they had access to it. They've probably stripped it of everything valuable by now. As much as it pains you, you know you can't steal any of it back yet. Still, you can look around for the keys to his ship. Even just knowing where they are could help the two of you in the event of a quick escape. You hope to present Mando with a solid plan when he gets back. Because he will come back in one piece.

Five minutes later, you're bent down beneath the table looking for any hidden storage spaces when another wave of heat hits you.

Your muscles tense, dread suddenly overwhelming as you fear going back into heat here, of all places. As it courses through your veins, you breathe deeply, swearing on your grave that you'll get out of here as soon as the suppressant in your system kicks in again.

Eventually the heat flash subsides, and you relax down on wobbly arms. But the relief isn't a satisfying as last time; a small part of your body still alight with heat.

"Okay okay okay," you whisper to yourself, getting up from under the table and brushing yourself off, adrenaline keeping you on high alert. The message couldn't be more clear - it's time to go.

But you've taken such a massive risk, you almost can't stand to leave now with nothing to show for it. All of Mando's stuff, just sitting here, and you can't do anything about it.

At least they haven't managed to get the safe open yet.

The safe.

You practically leap forward, pulling the heavy metal box towards you and quickly working the dial, praying to the maker that he hasn't changed the code since you unlocked it on Coruscant.

Four, two, one, eight.... Click.

The sound of the mechanism unlocking echoes through the chamber. You pull it open before you can waste another second. Pushing aside his supply of rut suppressants, you rifle through his collection of credits, a small blaster, and some documents you can't read, until you brush by something glassy and smooth to the touch.

Pulling it out, you recognise it as a commlink - a design you're not too familiar with, but you can tell that it's been rigged for long-range communications. And it's blinking with an unread message.

Fuck it. You open the message.

The holo flickers up; a broad Mandalorian with dark blue armour appearing before you.

The speaker blares at a high volume, making you frantically press a few buttons until it turns down when he starts speaking. "Din, the creed has received word from Coruscant that your latest bounty escaped capture. The client is raising the price on her head, and he suspects you helped her escape. Other bounty hunters will be looking for her, but it would be beneficial for the creed to fix this for the client personally. Please confirm if you will accept this bounty again."

You stare at the empty space where the holo disappears for a good few seconds before the panicked thoughts come flooding in.

Your thumb hovers over the delete message option. You should wipe it. Din has helped you before, but his charity won't last forever, and you should not trust him. The rational side of you, the side that has learnt how to survive on your own, knows it's the right thing to do. For your own survival.

Din. His name is Din.

You shut your eyes. Maybe it's stupid, maybe you're losing your edge, but for some stupid reason, you can't bring yourself to destroy this chance to save him, even if it means putting yourself in more risk.

You start typing a response.

Send help. Held prisoner by a man called Daro. The place is well guarded.

You add the co-ordinates registering on the commlink, and press respond before you can second guess your decision.

You make it a total of five steps away from the storage room before the heat hits you again. Immediately you're keeling over in the middle of the corridor. It rises beneath your skin, spreading through your veins like an aching fire.

Panting, you brace yourself against the cold wall. It feels different this time. Fuck. The suppressant has finally worn off.

Instead of the cold fear you felt before, you find yourself determined. You've come this far, you have to make it back. Summoning what strength you have, you make yourself go, one step at a time, your muscles weakening as they try and compensate for the sudden flood of hormones. You should be fine - as long as you remember the way.

The urge to just curl up and wait for someone to find you is unbearable. You reach the intersecting corridors and pick a direction, hoping it's the right one; unable to worry about much past your next step.

This is bad. Your calmness is quickly wearing off as the heat returns, as you expected, worse than before. Your senses are heightening, picking up the scents of those who have passed by and fixating on the mouth-watering Alphas you can scent. You breathe it all in as you walk; each note varied and distinct.

By some miracle you haven't encountered anyone yet. If you do, you're sure you'll look like a mess - panting, panicked, and barely standing. Not to mention your scent. It floods your nostrils with a sharp sweetness; a deep, needy arousal that's beginning to produce slick between your legs.

At first, you don't even realise when your focus shifts. It's a subtle scent - distant. One you wouldn't normally be able to pick out from the others - except you know this scent.

You spent the last night surrounded by it.

Hope blooms in your chest despite the danger you're in. It gets stronger with each step, so delicious and intoxicating and masculine, filling your head and making you crave more.

It isn't until you're peeking around a large entrance to a hangar bay that you realise how far you've strayed. There are men beyond that door; even if not for your heightened senses scenting them out, you can simply hear them talking. But he's there. Smelling like dirt and blood and aggressively thick rut pheromones that have you on edge.

Your legs weaken when you hear his filtered voice.

"I don't care what you do with it. Where is she?"

Daro sighs. "You really think I'm not keeping track of your weapons? Hand over the vibroblade." There's a vague sound of movement before Daro continues in his wry tone, "she's right where you left her."

Footsteps, heavy Mandalorian footsteps, approach in your direction, and your pulse spikes.

You vaguely register Daro ordering his men to cart the beast away, something about a feast to celebrate, but your heartbeat is thudding so loudly in your ears all you can focus on is Din.

You peek out again.

His stride falters when he sees you. You take him in; his beskar armour no longer shining like before. In fact it's dirtied and bloody, like the hunt was up close and violent. Behind him Daro and his men are hauling away a creature, large and covered in rich brown fur. He killed that thing?!

You should be shocked, worried, and yet your body has a much more inappropriate response that you're beyond controlling at this point. A surge of desperate, aroused anticipation is coursing through your veins.

"What is she doing here?" some guard's voice echoes across the hangar bay.

You half hide behind the doorway, too afraid to get any closer with all of the unfamiliar people in the room in your state. Din seems to recover quick from the shock of seeing you as he closes the distance faster, taking faster strides towards you. Your eyes stray to the beast, then back to him, and his chest seems to expand slightly, shoulders widening, as if he's proud of himself, and it shouldn't turn you on, but it does.

It's a primal display of strength and cunning. None of the guards here had managed to best that beast. Din successfully hunted it down in less than a day.

He reaches you and forces you to back up until your back hits the wall in the hallway behind.

With a snarl he wedges his thigh between your legs to part them and it pushes against your groin through the fabric. You hold onto his chest plate for support as he practically pins you against the wall. At the sudden sensation of him pushing between your legs, you can't stop yourself from canting your hips, desperate for friction and overwhelmed now that he's here.

His large hands steady around your waist, holding you close. "Tell me you're okay." Both an urgent plea and a rough demand.

Maker, you'll never get enough of his voice. How you've missed it. So much better than you remember, like warm honey in your veins, and you melt into him, burying your face in the crook of neck and moaning at the sheer masculine dominance filling your senses.

"Fuck," he bites out, "you - you smell good - "

Desperately clawing at his armour while you nuzzle against him, you can barely respond beyond a small sound at the back of your throat. Your eyes open as you hear a sound in the distance, and your gaze hones in on the beast's form through the hangar door. Most of the guards have cleared out, but a few remain in the bay as if to keep watch - all pointedly avoiding looking in your direction.

Then Din growls, closing a hand around your neck to push you back. "Tell me."

His dominance only makes it harder for you to form a complete sentence, but compelled by his command, you quietly respond, "I'm okay."

As if discerning whether you're lying or not, he stays silent for a moment, before the sound of the guards hauling the beast away has him bracing himself more protectively around you to block you from their view.

With his head turned slightly, you get the impression he's watching them from the corner of his visor. It's clear Daro has ordered some of them to stay and keep watch over the two of you. After a few moments, he turns back to you and pulls you off the wall, keeping you close to his side. "Let's go." With his arm around your waist, he escorts you away from the hangar entrance.

The tension is thick between you, the scent of him so tantalizing and frustrating it makes your blood sing with need for your Alpha.

Not my Alpha, you remind yourself. Just an Alpha. An available, helpful Alpha who is taking care of your needs, just like you are taking care of his.

Being tucked into his side isn't enough, but you're afraid that anything more will snap your control - or his. At this point, however, losing control seems inevitable.

You can feel your insides twisting now, punishing you for taking a suppressant during your heat. Usually with enough force of will you can control yourself during your heat if you need to. Not this time. There are images in your mind, urges that you can't seem to stop thinking about that have your pussy soaked and dripping ready for him to take.

You keep moving silently, allowing him to lead you back to the room. But it's beginning to hurt, and your mind is clouded.

There is an ache between your thighs that will only be satisfied with him. Din. Thrusting inside you, over and over, his knot expanding inside you –

Maker. Your legs are about to give out.

You stop, halting in the middle of the empty hallway.

His arm catches around your back as he feels you stop, and he turns back to you.

You can't move, you can't even speak as you stare up at him. The slick is dripping down your legs and it fucking hurts that he's not inside you already.

He grows still, perfectly still, save for his hand on your back, which curls slowly as he stares at you.

Then, his stance shifts.

You shudder as he growls, turning you around and pushing you a few urgent steps into a dark side corridor.

If you weren't in heat, you might be disturbed by the lack of privacy, but Din either doesn't notice or care, and you can't bring yourself to protest. It's a rough, desperate struggle as he presses your face against the wall and fumbles with your pants. They're yanked down your body just enough to give him access.

There is no warning, no build up, just his gloved hands taking you by the hips and a moment where he takes himself out and lines himself up, before he fucks his cock up into your core with a furious grunt, pinning you to the wall with his strength. The slick from your heat allows him to slide in and fill your tightness to the hilt.

Pure relief and bliss explodes in your core and you're trying not to be loud but the sound comes out anyway - a scream of pleasure that echoes off the walls.

His gloved hand comes around your mouth, silencing you, and you whimper into his palm as he thrusts into you again. His other hand slaps the wall beside your head with force.

The way he groans is obscene and deep, sending your hormones into overdrive as his hand drops from your mouth to your neck, keeping you pinned and bent before him. "Fucking mine."

"Yes!" You shudder under his grip, finally letting go and giving into his dominance the way you so desperately crave.

You need more. There is a desperate need to be mated and knotted, and oddly, a much more pressing need to be claimed. Like he awoke the desire within you, and now your body demands his mark on your neck. It's scary, and yet you can't stop yourself from shifting beneath his grip, doing your best to allow him access to your neck if he decides to take it - you - for himself.

Then his voice comes out low and threatening. "Don't fucking offer me your neck right now."

You close your eyes as tears spring up, compelled and yet unable to comply, the urge is so strong. You need it. You turn your head to bare you neck further.

"Fuck! Fuck," he growls. He slides into you with all his strength, faster, covering your body with his and pressing you into the wall.

It's too soon to cum - you want to savour this. But your body doesn't care. The rushing your ears drowns out everything but him as you feel yourself cresting, rising higher and higher over the edge.

"Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck - " he breathes.

You cry out. Everything crashes and you're falling as the orgasm takes over your muscles. "Fuck! Din - please - " please claim me - your legs shake and your pussy is flooding with wetness around his cock as it penetrates deep inside you, his hands gripping you by the hips to slam inside you with all his force.

He roars out in satisfaction and releases inside you. The curve of his helmet presses between your shoulder blades, his hands on your hips, holding you up and keeping himself buried deep.

There's that brief pain as his knot expands. You breathe through the pain of it, feeling it shift into pleasure at the sensation of being filled so well - a white hot bliss that soaks his knot as you clench around him.

As his knot fully releases and fills you up, he growls, a primal, deep sound from his chest.

Everything stills.

It's quiet, the sound of your panting echoing down the empty corridor. You hope the guards decided not to follow you.

Din runs a hand up your side, breathing heavy. "Guess we're stuck here." You can hear the slight humour in his tone.

You laugh a little, high on his presence as goose bumps raise on the skin he traces by. He nears your breasts beneath your shirt, and you sigh. "Oh, please, yes."

His breathing slows for a moment. "You have no idea how much I missed you."

You let your eyes slide shut, focusing on his large, warm hand massaging your breasts. You can't help but arch your back further into him. "I think I might have some idea."

There are so many urgent things you need to tell him, but this moment feels important somehow, and neither of you seem willing to break this spell just quite yet.

"All I've been thinking about," he breathes, sounding vulnerable as he slowly shifts his hips forward and his knot pushes in further, "is knotting your cunt and..." he groans, his helmet still pressed firmly between your shoulder blades.

A fresh wave of arousal flows through you. His slight movements become gentle thrusts, rocking his knot deep inside you and teasing forth more pleasure.

You didn't think it was possible to keep going once the knot was in place. You've never heard of it before. But it feels so good, so big inside you it barely moves with the rocking of his hips. Rock hard, deep within, and still pushing further.

"Din," you breathe, surprised by the renewed pleasure coursing through your muscles. You want to... kiss him. To drown yourself in him in every way possible.

"I know," he murmurs, a hint of shock in his tone. His hands roam beneath your shirt, while his hips build a steady rhythm.

It's so wet and warm between your legs, and another orgasm is rising within. How?

He nods as if sensing it, pulling you in firm against him as he ruts. "Give it to me.”

There's something in his voice, so warm and strong and intimate, that warms your insides. You're helpless against it. Your hands curl and your head tilts back. The orgasm crests and explodes in your core.

Din is right there, rutting you through it, pinning you against the wall so you can barely move.

It's overwhelming. Your whole body tensing, you don't realise there are tears in your eyes until you take a shuddering breath and the pleasure begins to subside.

"It's okay," he says, pressing his helmet in the crook of your neck. "I'm right here, Omega. You're safe."

The tears flow freely down your face. You're emotionally exhausted, every fear and doubt manifesting through your tears and replaced by his heavenly touch, his scent warm and reassuring, his steady voice like a balm over it all.

He knew the exact words you needed to hear.

His thrusts get faster again. You're right there with him, feeling every movement and anticipating the blissful feeling of being filled up by him again. You clench around him.

"Fuck yes," he groans, and pins you hard against the wall. His cock begins to shoot out his spend, and you can feel it going deep into your core. Your womb.

He spends and spends, and it's almost ridiculous how long he goes on. You can't help how aroused it makes you, the way he's giving in to that primal, irresistible urge to breed. It's probably all he's thinking about right now, and you know because it's all you can think about too.

It's a guilty thought, but you keep imagining what it would feel like to bear his child. Stars, you could already be pregnant. Both of you are at your most fertile stages, and he's released inside you so many times without protection you've lost count.

Another issue to worry about.

Eventually, he calms down, and there's nothing more to do except wait for his knot to go down.

Emotions and thoughts swirl in your mind, but he soon quietens it all by breaking the spell.

"You know my name."

You tense. You don't know the etiquette for Mandalorians - are names supposed to be kept secret too? Have you overstepped by saying it out loud? And suddenly you're going through the last few minutes trying to remember how many times you said it.

He brings you out of it by stroking slow circles over your skin. "What happened? Why didn't you wait for me?"

It doesn't feel like he's mad at you, just… concerned. He must be so confused.

Your heart flutters, nerves rising as you suddenly remember you're in a darkened corridor and guards could walk by at any minute. They’ve probably already heard you. Shit.

"I didn't realise," you blurt out, remembering how vulnerable and desperate you were. How bad things could have become if he wasn't there. Your words come out fast, panicked. "I just caught your scent and couldn't stop myself from - "

"Okay - it's okay. Just breathe."

You sink further in his arms at his command, taking a deep breath. "Okay."

"Tell me what happened."

You quietly explain to him about Daro, the suppressant he gave you, your conversation, and where you went afterwards. Din stays silent, at first running his hand up and down your body to soothe you. But soon he stops, getting eerily still by the time you finish.

"I wasn't expecting you to be back so soon, but..." you trail off, anxious that he hasn't said anything yet. He feels... tense. "Din?"

His voice comes out even, calculating. "Daro touched you?"

It's your turn to go still now. You had forgotten - you've never been with an Alpha before. Their possessive nature is infamous, something you should have been more wary of when you told him what had happened. "Just to get my attention. I was..."

"Naked," he finishes with a growl. "You were naked and vulnerable and he touched you."

Well, you think, he's also kidnapped us, held me hostage, and put you in danger. But there's no use in pointing that out - it would only serve to make him angrier. "He only did it to give me the suppressant," you say quietly, and now suddenly you're defending your captor. Fuck. He's going to do something reckless.

He curls his hands around your waist, pulling you impossibly closer into his lap where the two of you are still joined, shrouding you from the outside word. You feel warm and safe in his arms, but the tension in his body, the undercurrent of his primal anger, sets you on edge.

The tension grows unbearable. "...Din?" you tentatively prompt him.

Tensing, he snarls, and the sound makes you shudder against him. "I'm going to kill him."

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Pairing: Miche x Fem!Reader

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

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

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

“There’s no way you can smell that.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I should breed you,” he whispered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Get on the bed.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But he didn’t stop.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You’re so fucking ripe.”

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

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

“More what? Tell me.”

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

“Cum, mphf, want more of your cum.”

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

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

“You look so pretty covered in cum.”

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

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

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

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

#miche smut #miche x reader #miche zacharius #miche zacharias #snk miche #aot miche #Mike Zacharias #mike zacharius #aot #snk #attack on titan #attack on titan fanfiction #aot fanfic #snk fanfic #miche fanfic

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kshira · 3 years

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—kink comfort

w// satori tendou & tooru oikawa

i’ve decided to write a comforting wip about the acceptance of kinks with two of the best boys <3

t//w: 18+, smutty, f!reader, comfort w/ heavy smut undertones & cursing

erotic asphyxiation (ea)— a type of sexual activity involving intentionally cutting off the air supply to you or ones partner with choking, suffocating, and other acts.

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tendou’s crimson eyes meet yours as his long fingers take a tighter hold around your throat, his body boils over at the helpless gust of air flowing from your pretty lips.

he loves the feeling of taking control of your oxygen levels, knowing the tighter the grip the more you gasp and moan for more but while he pushes your head deeper in the bed his eyes drift past your facade and into the eyes of the person that deemed him more than any scary monster.

your eyes on the other hand roll back in your head, letting the feel of his fingers laced like a necklace around you fuel you and make you gush more around his thick cock embedded in you.

“satori choke me harder please” you whine waking him up from his thoughts, tendou gazes down to you watching tears roll on your cheeks and the saliva dried on your face becoming wet once more.

“i’m so disgusting” he utters loosening his grip and pulling away from you “how could i do this to someone i love so much, i really am a fucking monster” tendou pulls his dick out of you and sits up on the bed burrying himself in his hands, a tiny sob follows through his fingers.

you pause all motion watching tendou cry, he’s so helpless cradling his own body while he plays the years in his mind of your body painted with his cum and his fingers bruised on your throat over and over.

“baby” you whisper, your fingertips graze his soft skin chilled with drying sweat and accompanied with a low vibration from his weeping.

tendou can’t make eye contact with you, not with the amount of insecurity finally settling in his bones and the feeling of his mistreatment towards someone he loved so so much.

“i’m sorry for hurting you—fuck just look at your neck, i don’t know why i have to do this to get off i just—“ he pauses to wince at you coming closer to him, your tits still perked from the lust entanglement and those bright red bruises staring back at him.

you tilt his face up to you with one single finger, never ceasing the comfort in your eyes, the shame that embodies him now makes it hard to word what you want to tell him.

you’re reminded the first time he linked his hands around your throat as you bounced on his dick one night, the way his eyes glowed with power and sex as he pressed down harder making you a creaming mess around him.

while it brought blackness around your eyes as the subtle oxygen left your precious mouth the aftermath of tendou cutely holding you flush to him, whispering praises of how well you did and the never ending “i love you”—that’s all you ever needed to know it was okay, what he did was okay and it is normal.

“satori your hands are too pretty to not be wrapped around something, i’m just lucky it happens to be around my throat” you grin at him watching tendou let a sly smile slip through his worrisome soul.

“oh really?” tendou smirks, neatly wrapping his fingers around your delicate throat and pulling you into a sloppy kiss.

degradation—the act of degrading someone during sexual act, for the pleasure of the degrader as well as the degradee.

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“look at how much of a slut you are, full of my cum yet you want more begging to be filled again just like a bitch in heat” oikawa mocks from above you throwing your legs over his shoulder to rut deeper in your cunt.

his tongue is toxic spitting disgusting words at you, your pussy clenching at every slur he throws at you makes him want to go even further.

the vile and lewd sounds echo through the room while oikawa takes deep strokes in your messy hole, you begin to protest the speed but oikawa clicks his tongue “awh does the whore want to stop now? i thought you wanted to be my cocksleeve, i could just fuck your sister instead if you want to be this way”.

“ah! toru! g-gonna cum soon!” you reach down to circle your swollen clit but oikawa grabs your hand and raises it up to his lips, you brush off the sweet signal until you feel water dripping on your face.

confusion clouds you, making you look up to see oikawa with tears falling from his flushed cheeks and his thousand yard stare boring right in you.

“tooru? baby? what’s wrong? are you okay?” you’re so worried watching oikawa cry helplessly, his body trembling so much it starts to vibrate the bed—he was breaking apart right above you—his soft dick still in you.

“you’re just going to let me talk to you like this? i just said i’d fuck your sister for gods sake, what the fuck is wrong with me?” you immediately push his head into the crock of your neck, swiping comforting circles on his bare muscled back.

“because you like it and there is nothing wrong with that” oikawa grips the mattress under you listening to you reassure him, his anger bubbling up inside him.

“stop! stop trying to make this better, aren’t you listening to what i’ve been saying?” oikawa pulls away from your hold, his lip quivering as he thinks of the times he called you every name in the book and you always came right on command from it.

your hand softly trails up to caress oikawa’s cheek rubbing at the salty stains, his eyes dressed in shame watch you closely as you snake your other hand through his chocolate strands—soothing him mostly but ultimately you want to give him a silent it’s okay.

it reminds you of the first time when oikawa degraded you while he rose above you, his hips colliding into yours as your sloppy cunt throbbed for more of him but the over use of his fingers, tongue and even his dick couldn’t make you cum for him—so you thought.

“you dirty fucking slut you can’t cum for me one more time? you were doin’ it pretty easy earlier, maybe i should invite our sweet iwa-can over so he can watch you be fucked like the whore you are” oikawa sneered, his eyes flickering with lust and excitement.

you gasp out a moan, clenching around oikawa as the disgusting tainted words ignite the lingering coil in your stomach to burst without any hesitation—you’re left a creaming mess filled with oikawa’s cum in the aftermath.

words meant to destroy someone even demean their entire existence and it left you wanting more.

“shit— i’m so sorry i don’t know what came over me, i just wanted you to cum so bad i thought i’d— are you okay?” oikawa tilts over you gently, darting his anxious orbs anywhere he can place them on you.

from that day on he got filthier for every word he spat out and your cunt got messier every single time.

“you think i’d be with you if all we did is have vanilla sex? it’s devastating to hear a pretty boy with such a dirty mouth.” you smile at oikawa, placing a kiss on his neck and reassuring him once again that what he likes is completely normal.

“oh you little slut, you really do know how to make me hard.” oikawa pins you back down to fill that messy hole of yours once again.

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tothemeadow · 3 years

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Can I request a uzui x shy reader where reader is his fourth wife but she feels left out a lot so she distance and avoid Tengen and her co-wives. When reader comes home one day she surprised to find uzui home by himself because he was meant to be out with the others and she was going to try avoid him again but as he wants an answer to why shes acting the way she is and turns into a smut in the end? :>

Did I get carried away with this? Maybe. Could I have written more? Absolutely. But I have to practice self-control.

‘i want to be part of your constellation’ / Uzui T. x Reader

warnings: NSFW, cunnilingus, Tengen’s fat tiddies

words: 2,492

Sometimes, being a Pillar’s wife is hard. They’re constantly away, fighting battles and saving lives; there’s always that lingering chance that they may never come back. It’s a dangerous life, but a respectful one nonetheless.

This is what drew you to Tengen in the first place – despite his brash, asshole attitude, he’s selfless. It was during an attack at your parents’ farm when you first met him; appearing like a night in shining armor, he rescued you from a bloodhungry demon, his movements powerful yet graceful all at once. As a thank you, your parents offered your hand in marriage to the handsome stranger. Surprisingly, Tengen agreed, but it wasn’t like you were going to deny marrying someone of his status and exquisite looks.

However, you didn’t know about the other women in Tengen’s life. As you quickly found out, he had three other wives, all of who he met while in the shinobi forces. Of course, you weren’t a fighter like them, nor did you have that close relationship from sharing the same background. No, you were the docile one of the group, the one meant to take care of the home while the others went to fight demons and the like.

Even two years later, things haven’t changed. You love Tengen, and the other girls are basically your best friends, but the chasm separating you from them couldn’t be more evident. Sure, you’re part of the “family,” but it doesn’t necessarily feel like it. You’re the quiet one, the one that keeps to themselves, the one who’s in charge of a happy homelife. And so you distance yourself from everyone else, stick to the sidelines while they’re out saving the world.

Granted, you’re used to this lifestyle, but that doesn’t mean that it doesn’t hurt. If only you’d been a shinobi or a slayer, things would be different. You’d know what the life is like, the feel of a blade as it passes through a demon’s neck. But no, you’re always stuck with carrying a pouch of wisteria on your body to keep yourself safe. At this point, you don’t whether Tengen makes you keep it because he wants you to be safe or because he views it as his obligation.

With a sigh, you turn towards the sky, the endless blue a clear difference to your bitter gray mood. The tote hanging from your shoulder is heavy with fruits and vegetables from the market, but you’re excited with the possibilities of all the tasty meals you could create. Even though you can’t fight to save others, you can feed them; you also know for a fact that you’re the best cook among you co-wives.

When you return home, you slip off your setta and pause, listening to the familiar silence. Like usual, the others are away, most likely fighting off some lowly criminal or preparing for a battle against a demon. Either way, it seems like you’re going to be spending the majority of the day by yourself. It’s sad that this is what life has come to; when you first married Tengen, you were hoping for more excitement, not lonely thoughts. You don’t want to come off desperate, though, so you continue to remain to yourself. At the end of the day, it’s not that big of a deal – that’s just life.

Wandering towards the kitchen, you become caught up in these thoughts, these negative feelings. You don’t want to make yourself cry – you really don’t – but your heart is saying otherwise. All you want is to belong. You want to mean something to this family, not be the impromptu mother waiting for her rambunctious children to come home. You become so lost in your head that you fail to see him standing in the kitchen, lips wrapped around a ceramic cup.

Coming to sudden stop at the threshold, your attention jumps back to the present. Tengen merely sends you an amused look over the rim of his cup before he knocks his head back and empties its contents. Why is he here? Shouldn’t he be with the others? He said he wasn’t going to home for a while! Did something happen? Are the others okay? Why-?

“You’ve got that dumb look on your face again,” Tengen teases. “Stop thinking so much.”

Huffing, you step into the kitchen, drawing the tote off your shoulder and setting it down. “You surprised me, that’s all. I thought you were busy.”

“What, am I not allowed in my own home? That’s kind of cruel, don’t you think?” The smirk he flashes you sends a pleasant shiver up your spine.

“I never said that,” you hastily respond. Your eyes scan over his Corps uniform. You’re quickly finding yourself feel bad for taking up his time when he’s bound to be busy; Pillars have the toughest jobs of them all, and every single moment is precious. “You’re usually never this home early,” you mutter. A sigh slips through your lips. “…I should… uh, I need to do laundry.” You despise how pathetic you sound, but the knowing look in Tengen’s eyes is making your nerves go haywire.

Stepping away, you prepare yourself to leave, but Tengen moves way too fast for your eye to catch. Before you’re out the door, his hand is around your wrist, spinning your around and tugging him towards his chest. You yelp as you collide with solid muscle; wrapping his meaty arms around you, Tengen holds you close, his nose buried in your hair.

“Don’t act like I haven’t noticed you moping around more than usual,” he mutters. Pressed to him like this, you can hear his heart thumping steadily in his chest. “It’s not flamboyant of me to ignore what’s bothering you.”

“Tengen-“

“Let me finish,” he interrupts, but his voice is soft. “I want you to be honest with me. Are you lonely?”

At that, your heart drops to your stomach. You haven’t been that obvious, have you? Jaw falling agape, you’re desperate for words, to tell him no, you’re fine, but nothing wants to come out. Tengen releases a sorrowful sigh and pulls away just enough so that you two are looking eye-to-eye. He’s always been huge, standing tall and broad; in moments like these, the sheer size of him is more than intimidating. His biceps alone could crack a watermelon.

“Idiot,” he mumbles. Your face scrunches up when he flicks your forehead. “I shouldn’t have to confront you about something like this.”

You pout up at him. “It’s just… I’m not like you guys,” you confess. “I can’t fight, I can’t defend myself… All I’m good at is being a homemaker.” You drop your gaze to his chest. Now that you’re finally getting everything off your chest, all the pent of thoughts and feelings begin to gush out. “I feel like an outsider most of the time. You and the other girls are always running around together and doing amazing things. All I do is sit around and do chores. I can’t…” Biting your lip, you squeeze your eyes shut. Now is not the time to be crying. If you want things to change, you have to remain strong, not burst into tears.

A hand cups your face, then, lifting your head so that you’re forced to look at Tengen. “Be quiet. So what if you’re not a fighter? That doesn’t make you any less flamboyant.” His thumb brushes over your cheek. “You’re the one I can rely on to be here when I need someone. You always get this dumb smile on your face whenever I come home from a mission.” Dropping his head down, he presses his forehead to yours. “I know you’re safe here… Do you have any idea how scared I would be if you were out in the field with us? You’re important to me, baby. When I’m not here, you’re on my mind constantly.”

Your heartbeat quickens. You can’t deny the genuine glint in his dazzling eyes, the slight curl to his lips.

“In fact,” Tengen continues, pulling away entirely. In a swift movement, his large hands are clutching your thighs, raising you up and swinging you around; you let out a surprised squeak as he places you on the table and presses his large body between your legs. “I can’t stop thinking about you. You’ve always been so soft, so sweet…” His warm breath fans over your face, making you swallow thickly. “And you’re so small. I’ve got to keep someone like you under protection, don’t you think?”

Before you really have the chance to say anything, Tengen swoops in, his mouth seeking out yours. He’s always been such a bold kisser, sweeping his tongue into your mouth with no hesitation whatsoever. He tastes like wine, so rich and delectable, and his tongue is so warm, so inviting. Your head is spinning, your breaths leaving in short gasps. His hands are all over you; gripping your hair, trailing down your back, sneaking underneath your yukata-

A groan bursts from your throat as he fondles your breasts, the pads of his fingers rolling the hardened nipples and pulling them. Tengen curses as he breaks the kiss, the lightest of blushes on his face. He bites his plump lower lip as he shamelessly plays with you, his pupils blown wide. His hips press in close, his groin bumping into yours; he’s already hard, deliciously so, and your mind goes entirely blank. You want nothing more than his cock to slide in, to absolutely tear you apart.

“You feel that, baby?” Tengen husks. “Don’t think your unimportant to me. You’re so fucking sexy, so flamboyant…” His tongue darts out, sweeps over his lips. “Let me make it up to you. You won’t feel lonely anymore, got it?”

Furiously nodding your head, you allow Tengen to yank open your yukata, revealing soft skin. Your eyelids flutter as he places his mouth to the exposed flesh, his lips and tongue equally hot. Chest rising frantically beneath his touch, you grip onto him for support as he kisses your breasts, his tongue dragging across your nipples. You keen as he promptly sucks it into his mouth, his teeth sinking down lightly as his hands unceremoniously rip your underwear from your trembling form.

“Oh, gods, Tengen,” you purr. “Please… Don’t stop…”

“Wouldn’t dream about it,” Tengen drawls. Sinking to his knees, his mouth leaves a wet trail down your body; there’s bound to be marks, you’re sure of it, but you don’t care. His mouth feels way too heavenly yet sinful, the pleasured grunts pouring from his lips pure music to your ears. “Give me a taste…”

You cry out when he licks against your slit. In a fit of desperation, your fingers clutch onto the silvery strands of his hair, accidentally loosening it from its ponytail. Tengen groans into your quivering pussy as you yank at his hair, his name leaving your lips in high-pitched whimpers. Any other time, Tengen would play the part of the ultimate tease, but not now. No, he wants to please you, to have you screaming his name and begging for more.

He eats like a man starved, his mouth just ravishing your cunt; the noises coming from in between your legs is nothing short of sinful, leaves your blood boiling. Your velvety walls clench around his protruding tongue, each curl and flick sending delicious shivers up your spine, down to the tips of your fingers and toes. Tengen’s always been a god with his mouth, and it’s no wonder how he has four wives. You try not to think about the other girls too much; it’s quickly turning into a battle that you’re hopelessly losing, but then Tengen moves to suckle on your clit while his fingers replace his tongue.

A sharp cry rips its way out of your chest. It feels so good. “Ah – Tengen – fuck,” you whine. Hearing the pleasured noises from your beautiful lips spurs him on; redoubling his efforts, Tengen grabs onto your hip as his fingers push in even further, finding your soft spot with pin-point precision. You rapidly come undone around his fingers, your walls clenching around him as your slick gushes out. A breathless moan of his name echoes throughout the room.

“Just as sweet as I remember,” Tengen husks. The deep rasp of his voice has you clenching again; with a chuckle, Tengen removes his hand and stands up.

“I want you,” you coo, “please, Tengen. Fuck me.” Reaching out, you hastily undo the top of his uniform, push the articles of clothing down his shoulders under his torso is completely bare. Tengen’s chest practically rumbles with a purr as you drift your hands over the swell of his pecs, the divots of his abs. “So gorgeous,” you murmur. Tengen starts to chuckle again, but it quickly dwindles into pleasured grunts as you squeeze his pectorals and pinch at his pert nipples.

“Shit,” Tengen hisses. His hips buck forward, the hard outline of his cock brushing against your sopping cunt. In quick, fumbling movements, he undoes his belt and drops his hakama low enough so that his cock pops out. You practically drool at the sight; he’s been going around commando all day, and fuck you wish you knew that earlier.

His bulbous head pushes inside, his cock slowly filling you up. The stretch is delicious; you feel so fucking full, your velvety walls eagerly sucking him in. Clutching onto his shoulders, your fingernails dig into the thick cording of muscle, your eyes basically rolling back in your head as Tengen snaps his hips forward, his cock sliding in to the hilt. He pauses for a second, allows you to adjust to his massive size. Once you give him the go ahead, all caution is thrown to the wind.

Your husband in no longer a man, but rather a savage beast. He fucks into you thoroughly, his cock dragging against all your sensitive spots as his cockhead pounds into your cervix. He’s hitting you so deep, stretching you so wide, you’re seeing stars. His lips find your neck while his hands hold you by the ass, keeping you place. You have no choice but to cry out his name, moaning until your throat goes hoarse.

Hiking your thighs onto his hips, he urges you to lie flat on your back. Like this, he presses his palms against the surface of the table and completely concentrates and fucking you into oblivion. It’s working, rightfully so, for your drooling and babbling his name, your nails scratching down his back and leaving angry red trails.

“I’m gonna fill you up, baby,” he purrs. “Show you that you’re really mine. I love you, got it? Don’t ever think otherwise.”

Tears flood your vision – whether they’re from pleasure or the new onslaught of emotion, you don’t know. Either way, you cling onto him tighter. You’re not going anywhere, and Tengen makes sure of it.

#kny #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer #kny x reader #kimetsu no yaiba x reader #demon slayer x reader #tengen uzui x reader #uzui tengen x reader #kny tengen #request

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bokugaos · 3 years

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msby main 5! strapping you to a sybian <33

tw — gangbang, sybian, restraints, overstimulation, multiple orgasm, facefucking, gagging, blow jobs (m. receiving)

your chest is heaving as you calm down from another orgasm. how many times have they pushed your body to the edge? you’re.. you’re not sure anymore.

it is difficult to focus on it when all you have to go on is the spasming of your muscles which haven’t quite stopped around the third time they were teased into contracting until you bit your tongue almost bloody.

your thighs are shaking, trying to push against the bonds keeping you on the infernal thrumming seat, but you’re weak. you can’t do anything but have your whole weight on the sybian, pushing the vibe in deeper. its humming against you is making you go cross-eyed. it is aching now. definitely aching.

“p… please stop.. it’s enough, right?” you try. you don’t talk back to them most of the time and there is no use in getting upset now. they have been ignoring all your pleadings since you were woken up by your first orgasm.

you think it was your first. you’re not so sure anymore.

you’re not sure how they even managed to drag you from your bedroom to wherever this is without you being aware of anything.

they have their face turned towards you but are not reacting one way or another. you’re not sure they are even listening to you. meian has a remote in his fist with which he uses to manipulate the speed and intensity of the toy you are sitting on, but he hasn’t changed anything in a while.

as your muscles start failing you, you are forced to sit on the base of the vibe they pushed into your asshole, making it vibrate with the sybian. you feel yourself going cross-eyed, your belly muscles clenching pathetically as all those sweet little nerves in your entrance are being stimulated.

you’re not used to this. not at all.

bokuto likes to stick his cock up your ass every once in a while as atsumu’s got you bouncing on his cock or when you’re riding his face, but...

shit. you can already feel another one coming. your toes are curling to the point of spasming muscle pains. you try to gather yourself enough to regain some control over your thighs, but there is nothing to be done about it. your body is failing you.

someone moves. you raise your head by a mere inch, just enough to see sakusa come closer towards you.

you stare at him with teary eyes as you start sagging to one side on the saddle you’re strapped on. there’s no way for you to slip off this infernal thing.

you watch as sakusa begins to open his pants, his cock springing free, which he shows off to you. he curls a hand around it and gives it a few pumps, the slick red head is pointed right at your face.

he waits for a moment, as if to give you some time to take in the beauty of his dick after leaving you all alone with the sybian for this long, then reach out and fist fingers in your hair.

you are pulled forward, and you open your mouth without a token protest. tears are at the corners of your eyes as you look up at his torso, your own body on fire as you try to fight against yet another orgasm. you hiccup noisily with the cock still in your mouth, your fingers flexing and clenching into tight, big fists again.

it’s a fucking sight, it is, watching sakusa feed his thick cock into your mouth, and watching your eyelashes flutter in contentment and your pussy gushing some more.

about a half an hour ago, you may have still had a chance of getting into heaven. that has officially gone out of the window.

sakusa is staring down at you without expression. there is no sound coming forth. no reaction. you suckle and play your tongue across the tip, but he is simply staring down at him, not moving one way or another, letting you fuck your mouth on his cock while you try so very hard not to come.

you’ve taken as much of sakusa’s cock as you can into your mouth, but he’s still barely showing you any reaction. instead, he motions for hinata to come closer. and once the latter is kneeling next to you, he takes his hand and presses it to your abdomen and pushes down, forcing you at a different angle.

your eyes fly open and you groan around sakusa’s cock, grinding your hips down on the rubber dick in earnest now.

“good girl,” the curly-haired murmurs, almost absentmindedly. you catch the way hinata’s cock twitches at that, although the man is focused on seeing your eyes water up, whether it’s from the cock in your throat or the praise, he doesn’t know.

you keen in the back of your throat and sakusa throws his head back at the vibrations it sends up his shaft.

he loses control of his hips for a moment and thrusts shallowly into your mouth. your knuckles go whiter where they’re gripped onto the sybian.

“should we turn the speed up?” hinata says, voice lower than you’ve heard it in a while.

sakusa looks down and nods right as you hear atsumu chimes in, “yeah? i bet she’s gonna like that.”

you look up through your eyelashes, tears streaming down the sides of your face. god, you’re a sight like this, with your mouth stuffed full of cock and holding onto the vibrating machine like your life fucking depends on it. you look desperate and like you will come any minute. you keep yourself awake as best you can and take sakusa down further as if to emphasize it.

spit and precum drip off your chin and onto the machine you’re straddling every time you move your tongue, trying your best to make sakusa come even though you fear you might lose all control of your body once you reach another climax. and you’re so close.

you feel like you’re not going to live through another orgasm.

the machine slows down and your eyes roll to the back of your head, momentarily satiated. sakusa steps away, and you use this opportunity to catch your breath, until you realize with a jerk that you have to try to move away. the machine keeps buzzing on a low hum beneath you. your skin is damp with sweat as hinata strokes over the curve of your thigh and runs his fingers through the thatch of your curls with a smile. "you must be so sensitive right now."

your mouth curves in an exhausted smile in hopes of igniting pity in him as you shift on the sybian, trying and failing to lessen the stimulation.

and then meian kicks the dial, turning it to full power.

your eyes fly open and your mouth opens in a violent scream. your back bow dramatically and you come in an instant, continually making loud, wailing noises somewhere between screams and cries. it looks like someone reaches inside you and pulls the few weak spurts of cum out of you. it looks painful.

you’re whimpering and crying, cunt still gushing, but you manage to speak. “n-no�� more, p-please..!” your words are incredibly slurred and you can’t open your eyes, but you’re conscious enough to form a sentence. you sob, moving weakly on the rubber cock still buried inside your ass like you can’t help it.

even after what you just said, you still seem to want it, that or your body isn’t even listening to your brain anymore.

you’re positively sobbing, but they’ve never seen you this desperate, it seems hypnotizing.

you’re a writhing mess, looking like you want nothing more than to just fucking come so they’ll stop. actually, that curling in your stomach is eerily familiar.

“alright, my turn,” bokuto says, and at the sound of his voice you drag your eyes open and manage to tilt your head downward to hide yourself. bokuto is standing over you with his hips to your face, and his cock is a fucking mess, red and twitching, coated in cum and precum.

he softly cards his fingers through your hair. you look up at him through your lashes, and tears webbed in them that catches the light. he pitches his hips forward, getting you even messier than you already are as you slobber all over his cock.

you moan in frustration, a distressed sound. you probably can’t even feel the vibrations at this setting after how long you’ve been on it by now. you’re crying in earnest, not just tears from taking bokuto’s cock but actual, real, fat tears rolling down your cheeks.

sweat drips down your chest and mixes with the now dried cum on your lower abdomen. you’re in absolute hysterics, bucking down on the light vibrations like you want to get away, and you keep chanting pleas for them to show you mercy, and you’re not even sure if you want them to.

“one more, sweet girl, you’re gonna be so good for us,” meian decides, moving for the dial and turning it up again, notch by notch.

it is all an uphill battle, of course. one you are destined to lose. you sob when your aching body starts spasming once more, your hole clenching around the unfamiliar thick presence spreading you open, body convulsing and out of your control as tears stream down your cheeks and the air freezes in your lungs.

your back curves the opposite direction, sending you hunching forward. your scream is muffled, sweat drips down your face and the side of your mouth, which is still stretched around bokuto’s cock. meian turns the dial once more, and then a final time. you squeak, like there’s so much pressure in your lungs that’s all that could escape, your entire body is twitching violently.

you think bokuto is at least pulling his cock out of your throat for the duration. you’re not entirely sure. everything goes dark around him as you spasm in your orgasm.

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