cw - piss kink, you clean his cock with your mouth.
You’re a little behind him on the trail, watching the sun hit his broad back through the gaps in the trees. It’s late afternoon, golden light bleeding through the canopy above, and Toji’s got light sweat on the back of his neck, his t-shirt clinging in places where the hard muscles in his shoulders flexes with every step. You’ve been walking a while, your legs tired, the air humid and still—but he moves like nothing touches him.
Then, without warning, he stops.
You pause too, confused but before you can ask anything, he’s already unzipping his fly with a low sigh.
“Shit, hang on sweetheart, gotta take a leak”.
He says it like he’s just adjusting his pants. So casual, and unfazed.
You expect him to wander behind a tree or at least move a little deeper into the brush—but he doesn’t. Instead, he stops just off the trail, boots crunching in the dirt and fallen orange leaves as he plants his feet shoulder-width apart like he’s staking out territory. Completely at ease.
Then he glances over his shoulder, catching your eye with that lazy smirk, like he knows exactly what he’s doing.
“You coming?” he calls for you.
“Uh…” Your steps slow, eyes widening as you watch him casually draw his half-hard cock out with one hand, movements lazy and unbothered like he’s done this a hundred times before. “You’re not gonna wait till I turn around?” you ask, flustered, voice catching somewhere between scandalized and intrigued.
“Nope”. He looks back at you with a smirk, half-lidded eyes teasing. “Wanna show you something”.
You blink confusingly, but curious. “Show me what?”
He shifts his hips, cock heavy in his hand now, and the corners of his mouth tug higher. “Romantic shit,” he says dryly, like it’s obvious.
And then, to your absolute disbelief, he angles himself downward—his stance widening a little, knees bending slightly like he’s bracing for precision and starts pissing in deliberate arcs.
Your eyes widen. The stream comes out strong at first, hissing through the air and steaming slightly where it hits the earth. Then he slowly moves his hips, controlling the angle, his cock twitching just a little with each shift—and you watch, dumbfounded, as the stream bends into a curve. And another. Then a full-rounded dip.
Is he—
“Toji,” you whisper a bit loudly.
“Mhm”. He doesn’t even look at you now, fully focused on his ridiculous little masterpiece. “I’m making you a heart, baby”.
And he does. A piss heart, right there in the dirt. Sloppy and uneven, but unmistakably shaped, the two arcs meet at a crooked bottom where the last few drops dribble out. He gives his cock a lazy shake, the plump head glistening under the soft light, flushed and still heavy in his palm.
You stand there stunned. “You’re insane”.
“Aw, don’t be like that”. He finally turns to face you fully, tucking one hand into his pocket while the other keeps a loose grip on himself. He’s still out, the tip damp, gleaming with faint yellow droplets like he left them there on purpose.
“It’s sweet, ain’t it?” he drawls. “My kind of love letter”.
Your face burns.
And then he slowly starts walking toward you, his lengthy cock still hanging from his fly. He stops in front of you, close enough to crowd your space, eyes flicking downward to your lips before drifting back up again with a lazy grin.
“Repay me,” he murmurs to you.
You blink confusingly. “Huh?”
He leans in a little, cock pointed straight at you, his tone dropping lower to near your ear. “Lick it off”.
“Toji—”
“C’mon,” he says. “Just the tip. It’s warm still”. He strokes once, slowly, thumb swiping over the head and collecting one of the droplets. “You like me being nasty, don’t you?”
You hesitate, breath catching, knees wobbling at the weight of his words. He’s so close you can smell him—earth, sweat, sun-warmed cotton and beneath it all, that dizzying, masculine scent that makes your brain short-circuit. He knows exactly what he’s doing.
Your hands tremble as you sink down to your knees—kneeling in front of him. The dirt is cool and soft beneath you. You glance up once, only to find him already watching you, that half-smile curling at his mouth as you lean forward into his cock.
“Good girl,” he praises as he places a hand on your head.
You stick your tongue out and swipe it around the flushed tip, letting it drag slowly over the crown, catching every last bit of salt and piss that’s dribbling out of the tiny hole. His cock twitches in your mouth as he groans under his breath, knuckles flexing around the rooted base.
“Shit,” he breathes deeply. “Didn’t think you’d actually do it”.
You pull back, eyes a little glassy, your mouth sticky with the taste of him.
“Next time,” he mumbles as he grips your hair and thrusts a few more inches into your mouth in one, full motion, “I’m making you drink it right from the tap”.
poor nanami has always been bothered by someone. someone with white hair, someone who killed for a living, those who spread negativity around the world. he is a patient and mature man. he respects those under him, he respects those above him, those opposite of him and even younger than him.
in the privacy of his office, nanami had little patience for you. he never liked the nervous feeling you gave him or how he always stopped to listen when you spoke. but he did like how strong you were. how determined and soft you were. your skin... your hair... your gaze... your body.
yet he also felt the urge to shut you the fuck up. to make you crumble and whimper at his feet, he wants to break you in. for you to paw at his pants leg, trembling and whimpering his name... gets him hot.
a shaky gasp snatched him from his taunting thoughts. he looked down, his eyes darting to your form. your being bent over his knee as he sat on the couch in his office, your chest pressed into his bulging thighs, your back arching as you tugged on his pants.
pained gasps escaped your throat with each whip against your sensitive skin. the mean man made you count, he made you hold yourself open so he can spank your bare folds. he had his yellow spotted tie wrapped around his hand and he striked it down on you.
each harsh smack from the tie made waves of heat shoot down your body to your drooling cunt. he sucked his teeth as he saw you were enjoying this. each sadistic cell in his body wanted him to tear you apart. he wanted you to be sorry for pushing past his limits today.
"How many are we at? Do we need to start over again?"
his monotoned voice boomed at you. you wanted to roll over and die since you lost count again. this is the second time, and you're sure he can go longer. you shook your head, hiding your face in his pants, pleading at him to fuck you. your hands make their way to his bulge, pressing against it, and he threw his head back with a throaty groan.
he was patient man, he promised to take his time with you the first time. yet this time felt like something else. it felt so instinctual and real as he manhandled you into the classic doggy position. it felt intense when he knocked your arms from under you and pressed into the small of your back, making your face press into the couch. it felt degrading when he bullied his cock in your tight hole. it hurt so bad that it hurt good as he pressed so deep, he touched your cervix.
yet it felt so... fulfilling. to finally get fucked so deep after a lengthy punishment. your bottom stung with each heavy thrust of his hips. his pelvis slammed into you and you fucked back on him. pushing your hips into him each time he dug his cock so deep.
"Can you take me? Take my come deep inside? Can you do it? Hmm, girl... Tell me you want it."
he digged so deep in your guts that each time he pulled away you felt a relief and each flex of his strong hips had you bucking down and going dumb. he chuckled as he saw the lewd sight of your body stretched obscenely around his thick cock. the sight made him swell.
his large hand reeled back before smacking the tie against the skin of your bottom again, the action making you squeal, and your hands come around to protect the skin. he found your pathetic actions amusing. nanami pulled on your hands, hard and tight behind your back, and wrapped them up with his yellow spotted tie. using them as leverage to find his release. he jerked you back and you hung your head, too fucked out to even fuck back on him.
he pulled out just to flex his hips and push back into your heat. he listened to your squeals, he just didn't care if it hurt. he found you trying to resist him, incredibly funny.
he looked down at your trembling body, being jerked back and forth by his strong arms, made him swell again. your moans and bubbled whimpers made him throb, and he threw his head back. his pace quickening with each desperate whimper.
he then buried himself at the hilt and spilled himself into your needy womb. he felt you milk him and flutter around him as he forced you to stay pinned against him.
he breathed deeply before pulling away and letting your body drop back onto the couch. he sat back and watched your body as it jerked and jolted. his eyes pinned on your drooling cunt. watching his spend slide down your puggy thighs and goob onto the couch.
he saw his tie slip from your restrained wrists and fall off the couch and onto the floor where your clothing laid.
he sucked his teeth and stood up, fixing his appearance as he told you to gather yourself. make yourself presentable like he didnt fuck and spank you from an inch of your life.
its so late into the night that only those with poor sleep schedules and those with early starts into their morning would be up. but he just had poor little you practically bouncing on his dick. Reiner Braun is a truck driver, someone who drives large shipments of cargo all over the country. highway to highway, large pay to large pay, cute girls pressed into his thighs at each stop.
it gets tiring, of course, driving state to state, but what makes it better than a pretty little passenger princess? someone who is down to ride all the time, someone who wants you all the time? someone who couldn't even fathom a thought other than to be smothered with his scent?
Reiner couldnt even think properly as he drove. his nose twitching with each and every little sound that escaped your plump lips. his mind practically dizzy with each breath as he took in your intoxicating scent. the scent of your heat, it was that time of the year again. when omega's yearn for their mate and only their mate. he wanted to pull over right now yet he couldnt so he made you wait. he had no obligations so you took the initiative to stretch and prep yourself so all he had to do was slid right in.
your sick, wet, sounds made his mouth water. your whines made his hands sweat with slight nervousness as he turned into a rest spot and turned off the semi-truck.
"Please, Reiner, please please, I need you!"
he clumbered into the cabin, his shoulders knocking things over while he leaned over the part where you laid, a whole other compartment. the compartment is just a thick mattress coupled with plenty of blankets, plushes, and pillows. your whining caught his attention again once your hands raised to pull him down, your head tucked into his neck. he comforted you with a coo and your frantic actions by sliding a rough hand down your bare back, drawing shudders and shivers from you. his fingers probbed at your cunt, quickly burying them inside you. you whined into his neck, begging him to hurry and fill you yet he just hushed you, telling you to be quiet and let him take control.
his fingers began their work, sliding so deep, curling them straight into your g-spot before bringing them out... just to hear the squelch before doing it all again.
dragging his fingers out before pressing so deep, deeper than your fingers could ever reach. playing with your g-spot just had you crying into his neck. circling his fingers around your little nub had a drawn out whine escaping your lips. heats made omegas so submissive and compliant, so sensitive and whiny that just within a few strokes of his thick fingers had you gushing around him.
he sucked his teeth in a small form of apperiation before he set a smack into your slobbering cunt. the action bringing a squeal from you. you looked confused before he set a series of little slaps and rubs along your slit, bringing you closer and closer to yet another high.
when he was done, your thighs trembled with little overstimulation and he undid his jeans before sliding them down and under a heavy pair of jewels. he tapped his tip on your cunt, getting little jumps from you and impaitent whines. you were laying on your side and he raised one thigh to rest on his shoulders while your other thigh was trapped between his legs.
he was so well endowed that he was almost scary, his head so blunt with an addicting dark red color and a musky scent just had your head spinning and going dumb. he tapped your clit again before he began to push his hips in. his tip getting caught on your hole, exciting squeaks from your lips before he successfully breached your hole.
"Lets see how well you take me..."
he drawled as he slid home. going slow, because if he went fast youd go dumb too quick. your hands scrambled for purchase, grabbing onto anything to stable yourself. your hands found his button up shirt, tugging and pulling on it as you choked on your breath. you swore it felt like he touched your throat with each little rut to gives you.
he continued, your eyes rolling back before his tip pressed into your gummy cervix is where you cried out, your hands now pushing him away because it hurt too good.
Reiner sighed because it was like this each and every time you fucked. he entered you, you freaked out and wanted to get away and he dragged your back, pinned you down and fucked you to tears.
now, he smacked your hands away before pinning both wrists above your head and entered the rest of the way with a low grunt. his own eyes rolling back. a squeak got his attention and he looked down at your fucked out expression. your eyes dazed in a simple headspace while your lips opened and drool pooled out. a moment or two passed before you were up and begging him to fuck you with vigar. he tugged on your wagging tail, pulling a sensitive sob from your bitten lips, and with an amused huff he pulled on it again.
his mean hips coming back before he rutted them back into you. your whimpers and cries practically falling on deaf ears as he chased his own release. it took so long, his stamina so high that you came just 2 more times before he spilled his load into you.
breeding you and riding out your climax with a grind of his hips. he groaned as you clenched around him, he threw back his head and dragged your hips toward him so you guys stayed connected and he sat back on his haunches. your thighs shaking on either side of him.
a moment of rest passes before he reeled his hips back again and fucked his cum back into you. your back arched with a wail from the overstimulating sensations. he fucked you so good and so hard, by the next round you couldnt speak. too warm and fuzzy with the aftershocks of the pleasure. just too dumb.
being a scientist and having to take care of different creatures is one thing, and personally wanting to care for a creature is another. you were a caregiver in a laboratory, one who takes daily vitals of all your specimen and patients, who assures that they are as comfortable as possible while living in a man made, white borne institute.
one of those specimen was Aizawa Shouta. an interesting hybrid, mixed with octopus and human. he was captured when he got tangled in left over fishing line and seen by other humans. Aizawa was... interesting and incredibly challenging to try and subdue. his strong tentacles made it almost impossible to get close, and it seemed, to other scientists, that the hybrid was intelligent, something they had never seen before. he was intelligent enough for others to want to split his head apart and study the interactions in his brain.
surely enough, Aizawa is a rare and incredible specimen. one that needs high security and watched 24/7.
you sat your clipboard down before shifting your attention to the hybrid on the other side of glass wall. Aizawa has always interested you, his heavy and dark eyes drawed you in. especially his stuble smirks and grins he made when you tripped up on something or when he threatened to kill you as soon as you stepped foot into his enclosure. you walked closer, your eyes on his body.
"How do we feel about check ups today?"
your voice traveled through the glass wall with little effort and you saw a twitch in one of his tentacles, indicating that he was listening to you and he glanced toward you. his expression darkened a bit, like your presence genuinely ruined his day.
you analyzed his enclosure, a large space with a cot in one corner, a heater, and mini pool in another to help keep him some what moist. it was nothing like how he had it before he was captured.
you tilted your head, wondering what to do.
"Don't attack me or ill have to subdue you, Aizawa."
you finally suggested. you were going to go in there and check his vitals, his bp, eye, ear and mouth wellness, and take a blood sample. you didnt catch his snicker or when his eyes lit up a small bit.
he didnt answer so you gathered your clipboard and other items before heading over to press the button that opened his door. a moment or two passes before his door opened, and you walked through. getting hit with the humidity of the room you waved your hand around.
his dark eyes never left your movements since you first spoke to him. he sat on his cot in the far corner of the room. he watched as you entered the room with a confidence that he wanted to knock down.
you came closer, avoiding odd puddles of water, and walking deeper and deeper into his territory. with each step your scent drove him mad, your voice made his head ring and he wanted nothing more than to shut you the fuck up.
his attention was diverted back once you gestured to give you his arm. he stared for a moment... then two before lifting a buff around up for you to wrap the cuff around his upper arm. you did and waited for it to tighten before taking his bp. you looked away from his arm to write down his readings. not noticing a shift in his demeanor or a shift in one of his tentacles.
you sat your clipboard back down on his cot and turned to take the cuff off his arm. you looked at his face and he was already looking at you, it starled you so you looked away to grab your mini flashlight but suddenly one of his tentacles wrapped around your calf, catching you off guard.
your face was then touched by a smaller, more lithe tentacle, guiding your face toward his. the air between the two of you thickened intensely. his heated gaze captured your nervous one and it made him smirk.
he tilted his head as he regarded your suddenly nervous form. then the smaller tentacle guided your face closer to his, just a hair away. you waited with a bated breath, waiting for him to lean in kiss you. to take your breath away.
"Coming in here was your first mistake, Baby."
he murmured lowly, his breath fanning your lips. he hid a mocking grin when he pressed his lips into yours. the tentacle guiding down your jaw to your chin to tilt upwards, and he nipped at your lower lip to open up for him.
you did with a needy whine and he licked into your mouth. his tongue was slimy and long. it licked your teeth before making its way into your gummy cheeks, licking up your saliva there. he was practically licking you inside, he licked at your tongue before his tongue inched into the back of your throat.
you gagged and pulled away to catch your breath. he watched you, unfazed as he waited. he then pressed forward, the tentacle on your calf rising to your thigh as another copied. his hands found your hips to pull you into him and he leaned down to run his tongue along your neck.
you felt so hot, hot to the point where it was difficult to breathe. each lick Aizawa delivered made your blood tingle from under your skin and heat began to pool in your lower abdomen. wetting your cunt from inside and out. another tentacle began tugging at your shirt before it lifted your shirt off your body.
he grinned into your neck, satisfied with the results of his plan.
- 𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃
Aizawa watched from his spot in the corner of the room as you were suspended in the air, just a few feet above the floor with both your holes stuffed. he watched you tremble around a thick tentacle that presses deep, into your cervix and choke around another thats feeding you more and more of his yummy saliva. getting you hot and wanting for more.
you couldnt think straight, his saliva made all rational thoughts leave and replace them with him. just him. he watched as your thighs, held by a tentacle, jerked when the tentacle in your purposely pressed into your g-spot and slid to graze your cervix. he watched your hands paw at the tentacle down your throat.
he raised a hand and pressed it into your tummy, right below your belly button, and felt the firm tip of his tentacle. he chuckled under his breath when you erupted in squeals, your back arching with a loud and drawn out whine as you squirted over his limb.
he ceased his fucking and retreated the tentacle from your throat, and you turned your head to bury your face in his chest.
"Pleasepleaseplease, I just need you- can't take it anymore-"
you begged and begged for just him. not his tentacles but for him. for his hands to caress your body, for his breath to fan your skin, and for his dick to be punching your g-spot. he hid his grin with a lick of his lips and sighed out, like you annoyed him.
and he never said anything to you, only that you messed up. hes wanted you as his little treasure since you introduced yourself how ever many months ago. he wanted you to shiver and twitch around him, like you couldnt control yourself when he presented his tentacles to you. he didnt let you have his cock, his cock a sudden reward. but you didnt know that.
you wanted him to like you like you like him, like a lover. but he never liked humans to begin with. he thought humans were the most invasive and unnatural species to exist, so why would he genuinely care for one? your work said to never mix personal feelings with work. now, you are Aizawa Shouta's little treasure toy for his entertainment.
@aizawasbarb
an: i need this man in my literal guts before i end it all. thank you.
- i will post a kinktober fics every MONDAY. if you have requests, it is OKAY to put them in ontop of kinktober as i will get to them as soon as possible
you can read the warnings and decide if you want to read or not.
WARNINGS!mafia boyfriend husband with one of your favs ..? messy office sex ..? hyper fem reader ..? sunshine/grumpy visuals ..? love confessions ..? with a little bit of gore ..?
WARNINGS!size kink, overstim
WARNING!straight dumb fucking, fem reading in mind
☆- slow - rough sex, featuring GETO SUGURU, whiny geto, pathetic geto, slight feral geto, overstimulation, condescending reader, werewolf!geto x vampire!reader, implied fem reader but anyone can read, use of pretty girl, biting, riding - mating press
werewolf geto who ran most of your little errands. grabbing your clothing from the dry cleaners, picking up your shoes from the polishers, grabbing your supplied bloodbags from the bank. even with the crude way the other vampires look at him. the only thing on mind is pleasing you.
you looked at him from the corner of your eyes when he said he wanted a reward. that he deserved something since he was a good boy.
you, of course indulged in him and gave him what he wanted. a kiss. he nudged you to lay down on the couch, wanting you to be comfortable before he leaned down and kissed your lips. incredibly greedy for any affection. he pulled you impossibly closer from the waist and he moaned into the kiss. his tongue pushes into your mouth, licking everything. not even caring if it was a proper kiss now.
he whines once he trials his lips down your jaw and on your neck. he whines that he wants to finally mark you as his. that all the disgusting vampire smells were making his head hurt.
"What did you do to deserve more than a kiss, huh, pup?"
you giggled at his blunt answer, nothing but i want it. Want my pretty girl so bad. he didnt even know what he was saying. just babbling along with what his heart wants. you granted him permission, and he hurried to find the junction between your neck and your shoulder and sunk his teeth in. his canines hurting the most but he soothed it over with his rough tongue.
you let him strip you out of your clothing, helping him with the straps that his bigger fingers couldnt properly hold. see, he wasnt a virgin, no where close but your cunt makes him feel like one. the tightness, softness and warmness felt like he could come at any moment once he pushed in. with his head tilted back, he let out a groan from the back of his throat, his hold on your hips tightening so much that there will be brusies in the morning.
he leaned down to your neck, licking at the bite mark before he jerked his hips back and pushed them in. easily pressing into your g-spot and making you quiver. he reeled his hips back untill just the tip was grazing the outside muscle and snapped his hips, sending a horrid crashing wave of pleasure through your bones. yet suguru was already on the edge of tipping over, he couldnt keep his breathless moans to himself as he hid himself in your neck.
but as time grew on, his thrusts began to falter. the pleasure, for him, growing too much as he just focused on grinding into you.
"Are you struggling? Do you need my help? Its okay to cry for help, puppy,"
yet he just whined and pitifully nodded his head. he let you switch positions, your pillowy thighs caging his hips in and you lifted yourself up and sunk down onto him. this position takes him deeper, deeper into your tummy where it feels like hes in your throat.
a loud whimper escaped his lips once the back of your thighs met his hips, his chest was rising and falling incredibily. he placed his hands on your hips and you started to ride him. lifting yourself up and dropping yourself down. pressing down and grinding against him. your clit catching the dark hairs resting on his pelvis.
with every movement his thighs jerked and trembled as he struggled to keep his composure. he would gasp, his eyes fluttering shut, Damn, pretty girl, yesyes- please, just like that!-
with every movement it felt like you were riding him for his literal life. that he had to grasp onto his very soul so you couldnt fuck it out of him. your cunt felt like heaven itself, something so precious that should be taken for granted. he arched his back, feeling his canines grow with the sudden need to be even closer to you. a strong wave of possessiveness that reeled him in, a primal instinct.
every movement had him gritting his teeth as his eyes rolled into the back of his head. every movement of your slutty hips-
suddenly you were on your back, flipped over and pinned under the large mass of your werewolf lover, with him growling visicously down into your face. he didnt let you catch your breath or even ask questions before he filled you up again. the pace brutal and unfeeling as he just rutted into you like a filthy dog off the street.
he pressed his dick so deep, that there was a bulge in your tummy, the action forcing a sob to escape from your throat.
he hoisted your thighs onto his arms and he pressed down untill his head rested in your neck, and your thighs are pressed into your tummy, his lips brushing your mark as he fucked you. every rut felt like someone was taking a rock and smashing it into your lungs before purposly taking their finger and stabbing your g-spot. he fucked you and it hurt.
it hurt so good.
he growled possessivly when you ran your fingers through his hair to calm him down, he growled when you pressed your lips into the side of his neck, by his ear. he growled- no he howled when you sinked your fangs into his neck, far deeper than anything has ever gone before and he whimpered patheically as he came. the bite suprising him but feeling so good where he saw white spots scattering his vision as he came.
the pup filled you up so good and just continued to rut into your body like a mindless doll, not knowing when to stop or even how to stop. he didnt hear your distant voice crying out for him to get ahold of himself when he leaned down to bite into the opposite side of your neck. his muzzle now smered with your blood. all he felt was a blinding white pleasure and not your hands slapping at his chest and pelvis to give up.
☆- sloppy/sleepy/SENSUAL sex, huge size kink(yk how i feel about this), spooning position (?), slight choking(headlock), featuring TENGEN UZUI♡
going to bed so early that he woke up in the middle of the night. he sighed as he stretched his arm out, looking for your warmth. once he found it, he immediately pressed into you. your bum making the large man harden from under the blankets and leak onto your smooth skin.
he nuzzled into your neck, kissing and slobbering over it with his slutty mouth as he woke you up to ask for permission. once it got it, he scooted closer, taking one arm to fit under your thigh and lift it up. you, already prepped and soaked from other previous activities, allowed him to ease into you. yet, only for his leaky tip to catch on your hole.
the action made your hips jump and you turned your head into the covers, hiding your sleepy whimpers and whine as he tried to fit his dick into your sloppy hole. but, of course, in retaliation, he slid an arm under your head and around your neck before he yanked your head back into a head lock.
Uzui pressed his nose into your hair, breathing in your natural scent as he tried again to press into your hole. finally catching and sinking deep into you. he wasn't even in halfway when you let out a pained whine, feeling his dick in your tummy.
"youre okay..." he would mumble in your ear once he fully sheathed himself in your cunt. his blond hairs brushing your clit, and with a pleasure filled groan, he reeled his hips back before pressing deep, not going fast and hard but slow and deep. you had his eyes rolling back in pleasure as he felt you clench. he pressed deep again, seemingly going even deeper.
i mean... you tried to struggle, to wiggle out his headlock or buck your hips away, but you know you just cant run from him. he will always drag you back or chase you and fuck you where you are, regardless of the situation.
your nails dragged down his arms, drawing blood and your toes curled up, crying out into the stilled air of your bedroom. begging him not to go so deep since you can feel him in your throat.
he moved his hips back again and pushed them back in, your ass meeting his pelvis right in the middle before he grinded his hips, relishing in the moans bubbling from your throat.
oh, how he loved the way you get when he comes back on missions. knowing it would be days, weeks or even months before you saw him again, he loves fucking you like he wont come back again. slow, deep, and sensual.
i wanted to do something different, so i did Uzui Tengen.
I love the anon that asked for height & size difference for AOT
Can we get one with (your fav) but MHA
Love your writing 💕
hi anon! ofc, and thank you so much for reading<3
this is actually gender neutral, and chubby pups accepted!
☆- exhibitionism(in the classroom), size difference, praise, established relationship, overstim, free use, featuring AIZAWA SHOUTA♡
Aizawa Shouta has never been a soft man. always stern and nonchalant. you, bringing him food during his office hours or during his lunch break always turns in the wrong direction. since he is the Underground Pro hero, always working day in day night. teaching his class in the day while fighting ruthlessly at night, he seems to have no time to himself. but he always seems to make time to fuck you inside and out..
he sat lazily in his classroom chair with his head tilted back, and you were sitting on top of him, straddling him as you shifted on his thick thighs. your knees dug into his muscles, and your hands clutched the clothing covering his upper body.
you were just trembling like a small pup. just turns out you just can't take him by yourself:( needing help from him.
you had just the tip nudged into your gummy hole and he grunted, a low sound coming from his throat and he gripped your pudgy hips. his veins bulging through his skin.
"Either you do it right, or dont do it at all."
he grunted and began to steadily push your hips down. he just kept going as your pleasure filled whines grew louder. omg, since he is just so big, it just feels like he's in your guts:<
you cry out sharply when he planted his feet flat on the ground and lifted your body weight, only to let gravity have its way and drop you back down on his lap. he bucked into you, his black hair falling over his shoulders as he groanes from the tightness- or the warmness, or even the softness of your cunt.
he shut out your cries, even when you tried to push his arms away from coming to wrap around you to jack hammer his hips into yours. he shut out your begs that he was 'too good!' or 'too big, m' cant do it anymore!'
:((
he mumbled about how good you feel, that you were just amazing to him and that you couldn't get enough. that he just wanted more and more from your spent body. dragging orgasm and orgasm from your trembling body.
the way he dragged his thick tip from the rim of your hole to punching your g-spot had literal tears cascading down your flushed cheeks. his arms wrapped around your waist, and they were just so big while he had you pinned to his sculptured chest.
lifting you up before dropping you back down to meet the buck of his hips. the round getting his chair sopping wet and his pushed down pants soaked in jucies and liquids.
Aizawa needed to get all his stress and frustration out, and he needed to use you. he just needed you.
he needed the way you cared for him, the way you were concerned over him. he needed your reassurance. he needs your mind, soul, and body.
and now, your fucked out brain, sopping hole and a drooling, dumb mess on his shoulder? what more could Aizawa Shouta ask for?
AHHHH!! Aizawa is my literal husband. thank you for the ask, anon!<3
Hey babes! Please don’t take this rudely I’m sorry if it comes across as rude but you have this
“also, this is a MATURE page. i cannot stress this out ENOUGH. no underaged and ageless blogs, i will block you (bc i dont want to be banned myself ) .”
In your pinned post but I can’t find your age anywhere, I want to follow, reblog and just interact your stuff but k don’t want to get in trouble either!!
hi anon
it's okay! my age is on my main tumblr. i apologize for the confusion, and i will put my age on my pinned post. thank you for coming to me, and have fun reading!^^
☆-fav big boy pushing you into a mean mating press? mating press, size kink, dub-con, small degradation, featuring BIG BOY KIRI♡, overstim ,(yk how i feel about this.)
getting straight to the point, big boy kiri would take every competition to heart. every challenge, every word, every action to heart. so when you first challenged him to make you tap out first? he took it and swore he would.
so now, with his body weight pushing you down, down till your knees were quite literally pressed into your chest, you couldn't even sputter out the words, 'I tap out.'
his torso itself locked you in place as he dragged his slutty hips in and out of your little cunt. he locked his fingers above your head so you couldn't squirm away from his brutal thrusts. his head hung low in the junction of your neck, listening to your half-sobs half-whimpers.
he heard you try and tell him that you came, that you came two times- no make it three now, but all he did was kiss his shark-like teeth and smile as he seemed to go even harder.
he turned his head as he panted into your hung one, his lips tugged into a menacing smirk. his victory went unnoticed. his large scarred hands took up your whole knee, and part of your thighs as he went and pinned you down with his body weight :( 250 lbs of pure muscle and fat.
his stroks were relentless, his fat, blunt head kissing your poor cervix with every jerk of his hips, every movement causing a sob- moan? choking its way from your throat. he put his weight behind his thrusts, making your body ludge yet stopped by his interlocked hands. every thrust had your toes curling next to his head as your mouth just hung wide open.
why play with fire when you know you just couldn't take him?
you felt something in your tummy, something mean and brutal push itself with every thrust, everytime his tip kissed your cervix it grew bigger and bigger. see, you tried to warn him you felt weird, that he needed to stop yet he kept fucking you like a miniature pocket pussy^^
you squirmed from under him, your hands scratching at bare skin, as you arched as best you can with his body weight on you. poor big boy kiri gasped in shock when he felt your juices spray him. wetting him down from his chest, to his thighs, and all the way down to the bed sheets. he smirked, rewarded yet kept going, ignoring your pain filled sobs and pleasure filled whines. ignoring your nails biting into your already scarred skin and your little bitch slaps. he ignored the pleads of him to slow down, of him to stop and give you a break get he just kept using you like the little fleshlight he deemed you are:((
if you wanted him to stop, you couldve used the safe word, right?
☆-bondage, gags, featuring GYOMEI♡, overstim, size k!nk (i cant help myself), manhandling
seen the new episodes of demon slayer and seen Gyomei?
the way his ghostly eyes gaze at your sweat ridden back as he pistons his fat dick into your soft cunt. one thing led to another, a few sentences led to Gyomei tying your calves to your thighs and your arms behind your back with a tightness that is constant. his knots with the dark rope just dug into your skin deliciously. with the way he tied your legs, moving or even running from his dick just wasn't possible.
'face down, ass up' they say.
'face down, ass up' if you want your guts completely rearranged and fucked up and your ass tore up
'face down, ass up' but your legs are fucking tied together, your arms are stretched out behind you and are fucking tied together. and it turns out he doesn't want his prayers interrupted, so he stuck a ball-shaped gag between your delicate teeth. forcing your tongue back into your mouth, slightly choking on it as drool to escape.
you cried and moaned out incoherently as your back arched even deeper for more. more of his thick inches, more of his calloused hands to ghostly touch over your hot skin. just more of the big man in general.
he kneeled behind you, his hips taking root to your ass and straight into your cervix, bruising it, smashing it with every forceful thrusts. he fucked you like you were going to leave tomorrow. he fucked you like you need to be. like you wanted to be weak in the hips tomorrow, like you wanted not to be able to walk straight and upright tomorrow.
his large hands were stationed on your hips, pulling your complete body weight into himself while pushing you off him the next second, just to pull you back on his dick, bruising your cervix.
every thrust brung gurgled whimpers from your pretty throat. you moaned off his dick. the way your slick made a wet sound when his hips crashed into yours made your head dizzy with lust. drool dripped steadily from your plump lips, wetting the sheets. your whines and sobs are so so loud, you just couldnt take it:(
but, his chants and his prayers are louder, they drown out your pretty cries and your lustful sobs. he just continues to pray as he fucks you a new brain.
