pervy best friend!choso who takes any oppurtunity to touch you. if he needs to get past you, he'll grab your waist and move you himself instead of saying excuse me. if you're upset or in need of comfort, he brings you in for a hug and holds you as tightly against him as he can so he can feel your tits press against his chest. of course his main goal is to help you feel better, but he'd never miss the chance to have your body against his.
pervy best friend!choso who comes over as soon as he can with painkillers and your favourite snacks when you tell him you're on your period. he carries you back up to your room whilst gently rubbing your back to soothe you. choso is the most warm blooded person you know, so you ask him to lay down in your bed with you so he can be your life sized hot water bottle. you practically climb on top of him once he's there and are quickly lulled to sleep by the warmth of his body. once you're asleep he adjusts your position so that your pussy is sat directly on top his bulge. he'll slowly grind up into you, groaning softly as you snore quietly into his shoulder.
pervy best friend!choso who eyes your cleavage whenever you're in a revealing top. when you're studying together he snatches your pencil case away and holds it behind him so you have to lean over to get it back from him, practically shoving your tits in his face in the process. choso especially loves it when you wear a tank top with no bra and your perfect nipples poke through. he wants nothing more than to pull your top down, close his mouth around your nipple and suck on them until he cums.
pervy best friend!choso has an entire folder full of pictures of you. he sneaks photos of you innocently eating bananas, sucking on ice lollies or licking ice cream and makes a mental note to jerk off to it later. sometimes he'll drop something on the floor and ask you to pick it up for him, just to have you on your knees in front of him. he snaps a picture of you the exact moment you look up at him, imagining that you're sucking him off. when choso gets home he scrolls through the photos as he strokes himself, picturing his cock is in your mouth instead and that it's his tip you're sucking on so sweetly.
pervy best friend!choso who likes taking you on long road trips with his friends even though the car doesn't have enough space for you. you have no choice but to sit in his lap with his hands tightly holding your hips to keep you steady. if you're wearing a skirt he'll slowly lift it higher and higher, until your panty clad pussy is right on top of his dick. choso takes advantage of the speed bumps and potholes, thrusting up into you at the same time the car bounces.
pervy best friend!choso who has no idea that you're aware of everything he's doing and that you enjoy it even more just as much as he does.
catching him stealing your pretty panties so you make him wear them while you snap pictures. heās so embarrassed, heās almost crying, begging you to stop and forgive him.
dad who canāt stop stealing my panties, blaming me for losing them every time a pair goes missing. to teach me a lesson about keeping track of my things, he refuses to buy me more. so sometimes, between laundry days, I donāt have any panties to wear
daddy watching me from the doorway of my room trying to find a pair to wear for the day, looking behind all the furniture by bending over it, unknowingly showing him everything under my skirt
daddy adopting a new habit of standing behind me in the morning and pulling down my shorts/skirt without any warning. if Iām wearing panties, he praises me for being responsible and gives the elastic a few appreciative tugs before pulling my clothes back up. if Iām not wearing panties, he pins my arms against my back before I can cover myself up and tsks at me, telling me how disappointed he is and leaving me scrambling to cover back up with flushed cheeks
when I barely have any panties left, he takes matters into his own hands. only letting me wear them when I leave the house, and making me take them off in front of him right when I get home. watching me hand wash them in the laundry room sink and giving them back to him once Iām done. if he notices theyāre wet when I take them off, he takes me over his knee and makes me tell him why Iām so horny as he spanks me
tw: noncon!, werewolf!matsukawa (more wolf-life than human), predator/prey, naive reader, mentions of blood, using precum as lube, precum + cum as an aphrodisiac, knotting, choking, size, breeding
18+
thinking about little red riding hood reader with big bad wolf matsukawa.
poor little thing, all dumb and innocent. howād a soft thing like you end up in his neck of the woods, anyway? donāt you know itās dangerous here? of course you donāt. youāve got the survival instincts of a housebroken bunny. wouldnāt see danger if it had its blood-soaked fangs right in front of you, gnashing at the pulse at the base of your neck.
itās a miracle he found you before you got too lost, clutching your little picnic basket so nervously as you realized the air was getting thicker, the woods getting darker. deep in the forest, where big bad wolves lie in wait, hungry for tender little things like you to come hopping and skipping into their dens. and yet, you didnāt scream when he stalked towards you out of the shadows. you didnāt tremble or whimper or run. you smiled, relieved, blinking those big doe eyes up at him as you politely asked for directions to the nearest cottage. you were awfully tired from walking such a long way with such a heavy basket, youād love to rest for a while somewhere cozy and safe. he hardly registered the smell of the freshly baked goods you had to offer as a reward for his kindness, but his mouth watered at the prospect of such a sweet little thing practically placing your neck in his maw. you couldnāt be cuter if you had soft lop ears and a little cotton tail.
so he played along, fighting off his own predator instincts to chase and trap and kill. he spoke to you in his most human-like voice rather than a snarl, almost feeling pity for you. youāre a walking signal flare in these dangerous woods ā red laces, red cloak, red ribbons in your hair. no one told you wolves werenāt just animals. youāre not running because you donāt know you should ā not that youād get very far. still, he has you right where he wants you, totally unaware that there were no more songbirds in the trees or cute fuzzy creatures to help keep you company on your journey. still unaware that your journey ended with him.
poor, dumb little thing. so unaware of anything when he lured you with sweet praises and promises to guide you to safety. to his credit, he does lead you to the nearest cottage, only itās dark and empty and the residents have long been driven out by the carnivorous creature of the land that was tired of their fires and traps and pitchforks. youād never do that to him ā you donāt have one mean little bone in your body, do you? no, you canāt even think about fighting back when his own nature gets the better of him, and heās shoving and snapping at you, pinning you to the nearest wall because he wants to claim his reward for being so patient and kind. and he feels so bad when his sharp claws scrape against your skin in his effort to paw your clothes off of you, all too excited to push your cloak to the side and tear your short skirt off so he can see what good little girls really have to hide from big bad wolves.
it makes his heart pound against his ribcage when you squeal, your thighs shaking as he digs his fingers into the meat just above the edge of your pretty stockings. thatās it, little red, now youāre getting it. are you starting to learn your lesson ā the one about the wolf in sheepās clothing? poor thing. itās too late for that now. it was too late the minute you stepped foot in his woods.
āplease, mr. wolf! iāll do anything! j-just donāt eat me!ā you cry when his hands reach around to your breasts, clawing your blouse and corset off. you whimper and writhe as his huge paw-like hands dwarf your ribcage where your poor little heart hammers like itās going to break free.
ādo you mean that, little red? anything?ā he growls in your ear, his monstrous frame swallowing yours. the one consolation is that even in the cold, dark cottage, you feel warm against him. his body heat is exceptional, his skin coated in coarse, dark fur ā sleek in some places and sparse in others, revealing sinewy muscles that make him seem that much more hulking compared to you. compared to anything. heās the largest creature youāve ever seen, even as he lumbers and slouches on two legs, like heās resisting the urge to drop onto all fours and pounce.
āy-yes, mhm! anything!ā you repeat, shrieking in terror as his fangs start to close in around your neck. he stops just before they puncture your delicate skin, but he can feel the warmth of the blood flowing through your veins just beneath the surface. he can smell you. you smell like baked treats and flowers and wool, nothing like the scraps of animal flesh heās used to feeding on. youāre warm, lively and tender. you hold so still while he debates whether or not he should maul you, pulse point thrumming between his teeth. he knows they could rip through you like butter and youād bleed so prettily all over his maw. heās so tempted.
but he groans deep in his chest as he squeezes your soft body with his fingers, leaving indentations where his claws stab at you. his big cock stirs in what little scraps still hang around his frame after shifting, his human and animal instincts merging, telling him to appreciate your pretty body for what it is and mate.
you cry and tremble when he throws you onto the hard floor, just a few feet from where your pretty picnic basket lies broken, muffins and bread scattered and forgotten. thereās no time to scream, no time to claw and beg when he descends on you, covering your little frame with his huge body.
āstay down, little red.ā he growls, already rutting the thick imprint of his cock against your ass. āstay still, let mr. wolf take care of you.ā
you donāt dream of moving, nodding dumbly when his hands find your hips and position you just right, with your upper body flat and your ass lifted so high in the air that your knees are just barely grazing the floor. you hear more fabric tear, then feel something pushing right up against you ā something rounded, warm, and leaking. it nudges against your clit, making you twitch and whine, then goes back to smearing the sticky substance against your entrance, pushing and stretching and opening you up on it. the gasp and squeak you let out are completely drowned out by the noise he makes in your ear, hunched over you, breathing you in, tongue nearly hanging out next to your face. it feels big, keeping you stretched on the widest part of it as it keeps leaking heavy amounts of that warm liquid into you. youād cry in disgust if it didnāt start to feel so good, having your insides warmed and stuffed, lubed for the rest of his fat cock to slide into you inch by inch. you donāt know whatās come over you, but you can feel yourself burning up. it shouldnāt feel this good, having something so huge inside you, but it makes you pant and whine regardless.
more raucous sounds escape the wolf, whose dark eyes have turned into a lighter color, almost like gold as they roll back in pleasure. heās almost at the hilt, and youāre nonverbal now as it fills you completely. your thighs are stretched wide to accommodate his size, sticky wetness coating your skin each time he pulls out and delivers another hard thrust.
āyou like it, little red? like getting bred by wolf cock?ā
you can barely make out his words but you nod anyway, letting out a high-pitched uh-huh! before his fangs can come any closer to your face to repeat himself. did he say bred? you arenāt sure, but it doesnāt really matter. whatever heās doing to you, you do like it. the thick veins and ridges running along his red cock rub your poor sensitive walls in the best way, massaging them as a sort of treatment for the burning, aching stretch. and heās so heavy inside you, the weight making his bulging cockhead rub and nudge against a spot that makes you twitch in his hold. your eyes roll back, your own tongue lolling out as you go completely limp.
āyeah, knew you would. i can smell itā fertile little thing.ā
you donāt really process one of his large hands lifting you up by the hood of your cloak, but soon youāre kept practically held in the air as his big tongue slides into your mouth, filling it up as you choke and moan. each one of his hard thrusts makes you drool around it, but you donāt care. you can hear the slick coming from between your legs, can hear the uh, uh, uhās coming out of your mouth each time he bottoms out and the swollen tip of his cock leaks more warm stickiness inside you. your insides are coated in it, whatever it is, but you canāt get enough. it makes you all tingly and feverish and so, so wet. you canāt keep up as your open mouth gets explored by his big tongue, spit smeared across your face as you suck on his tongue helplessly. you donāt know why it feels so good to have your mouth and insides full at the same time, but it makes you feel warmer and safer than any cottage in the woods ever has.
you jolt when the big hand holding your hips slides down to your front, pressing on the bulge in your tummy that appears rhythmically with each thrust. you cry out, writhing and squirming and he pushes that sweet spot inside you more firmly against his pulsing cock. youāre sweating, burning from the inside out as you climb closer and closer to the edge of something ā youāre not sure what, but you feel like youāre gonna break.
āi know, little red. the big bad wolf is so mean for making you take it like this.ā he coos in that half-growl, and youāre too dumb to realize that heās mocking you. he is mean. so, so mean and scary. youāre being choked by your own pretty little cloak, youāre so lightheaded, and your poor insides are being battered by his fat cock. youāre so close to thatāsomething, but you have to look past the pain that lingers deep inside to get there. youāre desperate for it, burning up all over as you whine and cry. ābut youāre almost there, red. just a little more, then youāll be taking mr. wolfās big knot.ā
the rush comes faster than you can prepare for, your body feeling tense and limp all at once as you cum on his length once heās buried to the hilt inside you. you canāt stop the squeaky and shattered noises you make before they claw their way out of your open mouth, or the way you clamp down around him as he fucks you through it. he lets out a raucous growl, finally dropping your poor little body back down onto the floor as he grips both of your hips tightly for leverage and pounds into you harder. you canāt really tell, because your vision is beginning to get a little spotty and your hearing is muffled, but you think heās growling something fierce as he grips you tightly and slows his movements, each thrust hitting as deep as your insides will allow and stretching your opening wide around his base. you claw the floor beneath you, whining and panting, wondering if youāre losing your hold on reality or if heās gettingā¦ bigger.
āfeel itāfuck, redā f-feel it swelling? ās getting too big for you now.ā
you canāt respond, canāt think. you canāt even really let out any noise anymore, except for gasps of air that make your body shake. you feel yourself opening up so much wider than youāre supposed to as he pushes his knot in until heās pressed flush against you, your hole finally squeezing around where the base of his cock meets his pelvis, keeping him locked inside you. his hairy balls hang heavy and full against your twitchy clit, but you canāt move to get any friction, pitifully stuck in place with him between your legs.
his claws leave deep scratch marks on the floor on either side of your trembling body. deep groans and growls escape his chest as his climax hits him, prolonged by your silky walls spasming around his fat, veiny knot. he can feel his sensitive cockhead buried deep, still causing that bulge in your tummy as it pulses and spills his hot cum inside you. he stares down at your tiny, shaky body, watching you twitch and tense up each time a hot rope of cum shoots against your cervixā you squeak like a mauled bunny once, twice, then youāre creaming all over his cock again.
the sound he makes in deep appreciation is completely animal, thunderous and wild as it shakes the frame of the cottage. he hears nearby birds leave their nests in the trees outside, and all the cute furry rodents burrow deep into their dens to escape the big bad wolf, not knowing that heās already found and claimed his prey.
āthatās it, little red, cum on my knot,ā he growls, placing his large, warm paws on your hips to soothe you. he leans into the electric feeling of his climax, pleasure still coursing through his veins and making him drool. youāre no better, your eyes completely lost and your sweet little tongue poking out as you moan and pant, your flushed face still covered in spit. āgonna be like this for a while, so cum as much as you need to, then you can rest.ā
his knot will deflate in thirty minutes or so, maybe an hour if you keep squeezing him like that, but heās in no rush. heāll ride out his high with you quivering on his cock, then heāll head for your quaint little village across the woods to snuff out whatever search party theyāll be gathering to look for you. heāll slaughter their livestock, bend their pitchforks, and use their own torches to burn their cottages to the ground. then heāll have you and the woods to himself, finally.
he licks his lips just thinking about it, biting back a low howl as you twitch and squeak and clamp down on him again.
thatās it, little red. cum again and again, exhaust yourself. just let mr. wolf breed you full of his pups, and heāll take care of everything.
Your requests are open... you've put the words "Corrupt Cop Daichi" in my brain... Imagine you're just like. Driving on the highway and you're not even speeding but somehow he knows what you look like so he pulls you over because you're a cutie patootie... Dubious consent follows... Daichi in a cop uniform... Reader bent over the backseat of the cop car, door open, fully visible from the road but not caring because CoP dAiChI? AHHhhhhHH? (Idek if this counts as corrupt but cop daichi is cop daichi you know)
It's 9:30 in the morning but it's never too early for Cop Daichi argargargargargarg
Mr. Officer.
Cop! Daichi Sawamura X F! Reader (smut)
A/N: CORRUPT COP DAICHI IS MY EVERYTHING!!! Ugh dirty nasty cops who abuse their power :3 I wanted to make him mean, but my sweet, sweet Daichi could never be mean to a pretty girl... he still gets crazy with power though!
Tags: power play/imbalance, alcohol mention, small age gap (18ā23), dub-con, p in v, quickies, coercion n all that good stuff :3
Wordcount: 900-ish
God, you were lucky that you were pretty, because you certainly weren't smart or slick. Daichi knew college kids were stupid, always doing risky stuff for the hell of it, but really? You were too drunk to walk in a straight line, let alone to be behind the wheel of a vehicle.Ā
He couldn't help but feel the pang of interest he felt when he got a good look at you after pulling you over. With the way you were driving, he was certain you'd be a blind old lady, but no. Just a college cutie. Damn it, it was hard to be stern with those.Ā
"Ma'am, do you know why I pulled you over?" he asked, trite words second nature to him by now.Ā
If you googled the definition of the word "wasted," your face in that moment would be the illustration accompanying it.Ā
Your face was red and warmed, no doubt tinted by all the cheap liquor you threw back at whatever frat party you came from. Eyes lazy and half-lidded. Hiccups and inconsolable giggles.
"No," you said, drunken euphoria flooding through your system. "I'm sorry, Mr. Problem, is there an officer?"
"Jesus Christ."
Daichi pinched the bridge of his nose, not entirely sure what to do with you. On one hand, it was his job to take you into the station, take your name down, and rat on you to your parents. Maybe scare you straight with a few nights in a holding cell.
On the other, well, you were a sweet little thing. Drunk and stupid as you may have been, he didn't have the heart to haul you away like a criminal. Girls with pretty faces aren't meant for life behind bars, even if only for a couple of hours.Ā
"C'mon, let's get you out of here. Step out of the vehicle, please," he ordered weakly, still conflicted.Ā
You complied, of course, stepping out and stumbling, falling forward. He caught you, letting you hold onto his forearms during your spell of dizziness.Ā
You stayed in his arms, drunkenly fiddling with the walkie talkie strapped to his shirt while you prattled off whined and pleas.
"Am I in trouble?" you asked while running a hand over his arms. "You're not gonna be a 'cop' about this whole thing, are you?"
He held back a snort, peering down at you. He made no effort to get you off of him, in fact, he rather liked the way you were feeling up on him. His nightly patrol was getting a little boring, and he usually had to deal with violent, dumb-as-hell college guys who drove drunk.
Cute, touchy, drunk, dumb-as-hell college girls were the easier route by far.
"Kinda my job, hon," he replied, struggling to keep a stern tone. "How much did you have to drink tonight?"
"Nothing, I swear," you slurred, shaking your head at him in defense. "Totally sober! Promise!"
Bullshit.
"Yeah, right. 'Nothing' meaning every drink handed to you, I assume?"
"Okay, maybe, but I can drive fine!"
"You almost swerved into a tree earlier," he deadpanned, placing his hands on your shoulders with an unamused look.Ā
You giggled right in his face, pressing your warm face against his chest.Ā
"You're funny."
What the hell was he supposed to do with you now?!
Once he clicked his bodycam off, he knew he was going to give in. He was only a man, and men are weak. Something about you, how easily the situation was playing outā it was too tempting. It almost felt like a set-up, or maybe that was just his guilt and paranoia acting up.
He wasn't alone in this, his buddies in the force pulled sly shit like this all the time. No harm, no foul, right? You get off scot-free and he gets a little something in return.Ā
Everyone's happy.Ā
You definitely sounded happy, squeals and moans falling from your mouth while he bent you over the hood of your car.Ā
He knew he was wrong for this. He didn't care. It was dark out, chances of someone catching him low. Besides, it was hard to focus on anything other than the wet, warm hole clenching over him.Ā
"Lower your volume," he warned, pace unsteady and sharp. The hand he had wrapped over one of your thighs tightened its grip, warning you. "You want someone to see you like this?"
He could see the back of your head shake 'no,' and could hear your moans start to muffle themselves with a bite of your bottom lip.Ā
"Awh, didn't mean t'shut you up," his voice was softer, hand running over your hip apologetically. "Lemme hear you, jus' don't get too loud."
He was already sloppy with how he was fucking you, but when he heard the pathetic cry that you let out, his body was inconsolable. He wasn't in control anymore, he just let himself be led by pure lust.Ā
He pressed a shaking hand on your lower back, deepening your arch for him. He bullied your cervix's tip, acutely aware of how sensitive it was. This was far deeper than any guy had ever reached for you, way deeper.Ā
An intense flush of pleasure ran over you while you came. Maybe it was the alcohol, or the risk of it all, or maybe just the hot officer doing it to you, but your orgasm felt much stronger than you had felt any other time. The feeling of his cum landing on your ass and the sound of his deep groans were just the cherry on top of it all.Ā
Walk āEm Like a Dog! (But, like, Tomura Shigaraki is the dog)
Mentions of subby Tomura Shigaraki x dom (fem) reader, tied up Tomura, puppy play, gag, chastity cage, tears, darcyphilia, denying release/pleasure.
The air in the abandoned bar was heavy with dust and the stale stench of decay. A single bulb dangled overhead, its weak light stuttering and flickering, throwing long, twisting shadows across the cracked walls.
Tomura Shigaraki, the man who had bought Japan to its knees, was on all floors, his skin pressed into splintered boards. His pale, scarred body was sheened with a thin layer of sweat, trembling with the effort of holding the position. His limbs were bound tightly together with rough, synthetic rope, biting into the flesh of his biceps. Everything hurt.
A cruel white gag, shaped like a ridiculous dog bone, was stuffed between his teeth, forcing his jaw wide and trapping a constant, low whine in his throat.
His head hung low, wild hair falling over his hollowed eyes. Once, those eyes burned with defiance and rage. Now, they were rimmed red, unfocused, pleading.
But the true center of his torment was between his legs. His pathetic, leaky cock had been imprisoned for two months in a sleek, tiny metal chastity cage. The skin around it was an angry, frustrated pink, and a single, glistening bead of pre-cum welled at the tip, a useless testament to an arousal he couldn't satisfy. It ached with a deep, hollow throb that radiated through his entire body, a constant, humiliating reminder of his state.
A cracked armchair sat a few feet away, its leather peeling like old scabs. You sat in it, legs crossed, posture relaxed, as if this wasnāt the most dangerous man in Japan kneeling before you. The only sound was his ragged breathing and the soft, metallic clink of the key that dangled from a simple chain around your neck. It rested in the dip of your breasts, a tantalizing promise of a release he knew was never to come.
"Look at you," you murmured, your voice a silken whip in the quiet room. "My little puppy. So desperate. Are you going to make a mess on my floor?"
He shook his head frantically, a strangled noise escaping the gag. His dry, cracked lips tried to form words around the silicone, but all that came out was a pathetic, "Mmmph!"
You uncrossed your legs and leaned forward, causing him to flinch like a beaten dog. You placed the tip of your boot directly under his caged cock. A full-body shudder wracking his frame. You applied the barest amount of pressure.
"Two months," you purred, watching the way his eyes, wide and red-rimmed, rolled back in his head. "Sixty days since this useless little thing has been allowed to get hard. Since it's felt anything but the cold embrace of its cage. Does it hurt, puppy? Does it ache?"
He nodded, a frantic, jerky motion. Tears of pure frustration welled in his eyes. He hated this. He hated you. He hated the way his body betrayed him, the way his very soul seemed to curl around your voice, desperate for any scrap of attention, even if it was scorn.
"You'd do anything to be free, wouldn't you?" you asked, your voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "You'd bark for me. You'd lick my boots clean. You'd beg."
You lifted your boot and used the toe to nudge his chin, forcing him to look up at you. The key swung, catching the dim light. His glazed eyes locked onto it, hypnotized.
"But you're not getting it. Not yet." You smiled, a slow, cruel curve of your lips. "I want that pink, leaky thing between your legs to shrivel up like a raisin. I want it to forget what it's like to be a cock. I want it to be nothing more than a cute, little ornament for my good boy."
A broken sob escaped him. He tried to press his hips forward, seeking any kind of friction against your boot, but the movement causes him to lose his balance, resulting in him toppling sideways onto the floor with a dull thud. His cheek pressed against the cold wood. A short laugh escaped you at the pathetic display and you pulled your foot away, not bothering to help him up.
"Ah, ah, ah," you chided. "No rubbing. Bad dog." You stood up and walked a slow circle around him. He tracked your movement, his body turning in a clumsy, shuffling crawl. "The great Tomura Shigaraki. The man who decays entire cities. Brought to his knees, drooling around a dog bone, his little dick locked up because his owner said so. It's all you are now. My pet. My desperate, leaking, pathetic pet."
You stopped behind him, looking down at his bound form. He was trembling violently, his back muscles taut with strain. You knelt, your breath ghosting over the shell of his ear. His toes curled up, a fresh wave of pre-cum beading at the tip of his cage.
"You see this key, puppy?" you whispered, pulling the necklace forward so the cold metal brushed against his cheek. He whimpered, nuzzling against it instinctively. "It's so close. It's right here. And it's going to stay right here, between my big tits you dream of nuzzling your face in, until I decide you've earned it. Until I'm convinced that this," you trailed a single, sharp nail down the length of his spine, making him jolt, "this entire, broken body belongs to me. Not to your sensei. Not to your rage. To me."
You stood up again, leaving him cold and bereft. You walked back to your chair and sat, picking up a book as if he were nothing more than a piece of furniture.
"Now, stay," you commanded, not even looking at him. "And think about what a good, chaste little puppy you're going to be for me."
And he did. He stayed on the cold, hard floor, his arms screaming in protest, his jaw aching, and his caged cock a throbbing epicenter of need. Right where he belonged.
Monster boy x human woman where the males have complex courting rituals to prove their worthiness to potential partners. He starts nesting, building a soft, inviting cocoon for her when she visits. He hunts larger and fiercer prey to prove he can feed her. He fluffs up his fur and grooms himself to make sure he looks his best for her. When she comes over, he flops onto his back and exposes his tummy to show his submission and let her mount him, but she pats his belly instead, which leaves him frustrated. He's never met a woman who doesn't immediately takes what she wants, so why isn't she taking him??? He's trying sooo hard to show that he's fertile and willing, and she's clearly into him given the way she flushes when he purrs in her lap, so why isn't she mounting him already????
Bonus points if the monsters have sexual dimorphism where the females are bigger and stronger than the males, but males are still much larger than humans. He thinks the reason his human gf isn't taking charge is bc of his size, so he makes sure to crouch down or flop onto the ground so he's face-to-face or below her, in hopes she'll get the message. This just leads her to think he wants to cuddle. She's more than happy to scritch his belly and under his chin until she notices that he's been rock hard the whole time.
Tomura as a ASMR youtuber. But every time he does that tapping thing he just decays it, but the fans keep requesting it bc itās the most satisfying thing. But he HATES it. So whenever he does it and it decays, u can hear him sigh to the microphone.
Hahaā¦had this written and it didnāt save TWICEā¦so now I have to write it againā¦good thing Iām so nonchalant right??šŗ
Tags: fem!reader, puppyboy tomura obvs, no quirk au but heās a puppyboy soā¦idk use ur imagination, but heās like dominant-obedient-puppyboy š¤¤, leashes and collars, puppy ears and tails, drooling and biting, marking, breeding, all the works, Iām writing this with my dick also
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āM-mm!- G-good boy- ah!ā
God, you really shouldāve known better than to rile Tomura up like this. Flirting with Dabi, sitting too close to Spinner, wearing that skirt you know he likes, and leaving him tied up in the corner for too long? Yeah, youāre fucked.
Tomura has you damn near on your stomach under him, your hips only held up a few inches by your sore knees and trembling thighs to take every mean inch of his cock. Heās got you completely pinned down under his body weight and strength, his hands fisting in the sheets on either side of yours and his knees planted firmly outside of yours. Thereās no running, no squirming, nothing except taking.
Fucked-out moans are punched from your lips as he delivers brutal thrusts, his hips slapping against your ass until the skin is stinging and red. Growls leave his throat with each rough pump, echoing in your head as his lips brush against your ear.
āShut up- ngh!ā He growls lowly, grinding hard into your cervix.
You squeal blissfully, subconsciously tugging at the leash still wrapped short around your fist. Tomura whimpers lowly as heās yanked down closer by the collar around his throat, his sweaty chest pressing right up against your hot back. His thrusts never stop even as you pull and tug his leash, continuing to deliver mind-shattering thrusts.
āFuckinā hate it w-when you do that- hah-.ā He groans in your ear, his nails tearing new holes in the sheets as he remembers how mad you got him. āLittle brat- youāre m-mine- ngh!ā
Drool drips from the corners of your mouth as he rails you so good, your eyes rolling back dumbly and a fucked-out little grin spreading on your face. āMm!- āM y-yours- ah!- h-harder, Tomuā!ā
āHarder?ā He grits, but he obeys immediately, his hips pistoning so hard you feel your brain rattling in your head. āYou w-want it harder? Huh? Ah!- Meaner?ā
You nod stupidly, moaning so fucking loud it makes his ears twitch atop his head. Tomura snarls roughly, tongue running over his sharp canine teeth as drool pools in his mouth. Even if heās pissed off, he canāt deny how good your sloppy little pussy feels.
One hand lets go of the sheets to slide under your hips, rough fingers immediately finding your clit to rub mean circles into it. You clamp down and squeal again, coaxing more sticky precum to leak out and paint your insides with his essence. Tomuraās tail twitches in delight as you writhe under him, hips rolling back into his thrusts and down against his fingers as you chase your orgasm.
Drawing your wet bottom lip between your teeth, you reach up with your free hand to grab at his strong wrist just for something to hold. He puts his hand over yours almost immediately, interlocking your fingers while he crushes your palm against the sheets. Your other hand trembles as you tug at his leash, jerking you both as you bounce under him with each thrust.
Abandoning your clit for just a moment, Tomuraās fingers run further down to where heās pounding you on his dick. He growls again and you whimper as his fingers prod around your slippery hole, feeling exactly how much your pussy has to stretch just to fit him inside.
āM-messy girl, huh?ā His cock throbs at the way his fingers can feel the way you clench at his voice. āNgh!- Yālike makinā me a-angry?ā
You nod shamelessly now, your voice pitching up higher and higher as you get closer and closer. āY-yeah- yes!- MM!- p-please- make m-me cum, Tomura- ah!ā
He snarls as he immediately obeys your request, his fingers trailing back up to rub vigorously at your clit. You seize under him, your voice cracking and breaking as you cum hard on his dick. Eyes rolling back in bliss, your hand gives another mean yank to his leash, the collar tightening a bit around his throat as you keep him smushed up against you.
Tomura keeps pounding you through it, not stopping or slowing down even a little bit. In fact, he gets rougher as you clamp down on his cock. His moans and groans pitch lower as he gets close to his own orgasm, dropping to real growls that you feel vibrate in his chest. It sends shivers down your spine, your eyes watering quickly as your bliss quickly stumbles into overstimulation.
āNGH!- T-T-Tomura-!ā You whine brokenly, squirming under him now as he keeps pinching and rubbing at your swollen clit.
A harsh snarl rumbles in your ear, and it makes your heart stutter as much as it makes you gush around him. It seems heās past the point of taking commands, his hips thrusting wildly and his fingers unforgiving, like heās punishing you with another orgasm.
You give his leash a real tug this time, pulling him so close you can slip your fingers under his collar. Usually you would use it as a handle to control him, but now itās reduced to just another way to hang on for dear life. A low chuckle rumbles in your ear, rough and slightly crazed as his thrusts turn erratic.
āY-you did this- ah!- So t-take it-.ā Oh, you could think of a few punishments of your own for how fucking cocky and disobedient heās beingā¦but you canāt deny you love it when he gets like this.
Whining brokenly, you drop your messy face down into the pillow, moaning and crying and drooling into the plush surface while he ruts into you like some wild animal. Hand squeezing yours so hard it almost snaps your damn bones, Tomura groans roughly as he gets closer and closer.
āNgh!- gimme o-one more-.ā He demands in your ear, as if you have a choice. āāNd Iāll p-put a- hah!- little m-mutt in ya-.ā
God, heās lost it. Putting a āmuttā in you? The thought has you teetering on yet another orgasm, one that has your mind spinning and your eyes seeing stars. Tomura notices, of course, and his cock throbs heavy at the way you cry.
He gives a few more hard, devastating, thrusts before those sharp canine teeth sink deep into the skin between your neck and shoulder. A shriek leaves your lips at the sudden pain, but your voice breaks as your orgasm hits you like a bus. You cum hard on him again, which is only intensified by the feeling of his warm ropes of cum shooting deep inside you.
Tomura growls against your skin as he cums, licking and drinking up your blood while he fucks his thick cum into your womb. Thereās so much of it that his balls are throbbing by the end, empty and sore from pumping you so full.
The tiny jerks of his hips come to a stop when your body goes limp under his, exhausted and sated and carrying a heavy load. He collapses on top of you, carefully pulling his teeth away and lapping up the blood that continues beading on the surface. Meanwhile, youāre completely gone, your ears ringing and your body nearly numb besides the ache from his bite.
Sniffling shakily, you give a pitiful tug to his collar that barely moves him an inch. āB-ā¦badā¦p-puppyā¦ā
Tomura gives a little ātchā at the reprimand, but his tail tucks and his ears automatically fold back as if ashamed. He gently pulls your hand off his collar and presses a little kiss to the back of your hand despite your grumbling. Moving his hand up from your clit, he cups your lower tummy, right where his huge load of cum sits inside you.
cw: somophilia noncon drugging panty stealing pervy behaviors from Sukuna and toji, implied Sukuna x toji
your Mom kicked you outā it was so sudden. Apparently she needed āspaceā and was just tired of being a mom? luckily you found a place fairly quick. Youād just have roommates and it couldnāt be that badā¦ right?
and when moving in, it wasnāt. it was actually niceā they helped you set up your room and gave you a month to find a stable job, how generous of them. Maybe too generousā¦
IckyRoommates!Toji and Sukuna stealing your dirty laundry whenever youāre not looking.. putting it between then whenever they rut against each other. They always put it back tho, and with a little treat ć ¤ā”
They always find a reason to press up against you , either being behind you when youāre getting something from the cabinet or pressing your hips against theirs. Something they even take it a step further and steal all of your panties. Seeing you squirm and hold your legs together makes their cock jump, especially when youāre too shy to even ask about it, even if they ask whatās wrong you brush it off. Itās intoxicating to them.
Inevitably they start to do more, get more handsyā they grope your ass whenever you walk by, toji always gives it a hard slap. Whenever you confront him (or at least try to) he always shrugs it off as just jokes and you need to learn how to not be so sensitive. Sukuna on the other hand, squeezes your hips and letās his hand trail up your sides. Sukuna always finds ways to tease you, sometimes hes wearing low sweatpants showing off his happy trail or its him not wearing any boxers and man spreading on the couch. They try to do anything that gets a reaction, even if itās a tiny one.
And sometimes whenever they cook dinner they add a little extra something in your food, jussstt so you can sleep good ć ¤ā” Toji slides your panties to the side so he can rub his heavy cock between your plush thighs. Soft groans and grunts can be heard from your room, after teasing himself with the slick from your cunt he, slowly slips his cock in
,,Fuck sweetie.. pretty pussy squeezinā meāā you shift slightly in your sleep, the only thing giving him an active response is your twitching cunt and slight moans. Toji could do this all nightā and he did, he only stopped rightt before ur alarm went off; he quickly lapped up your messy juices and fixed your panties before you wake up.
Of course after hearing your night with toji sukuna wanted a turn. He made a hefty dinner, so much so that you went to sleep almost immediately. It took no time for him to sneak into ur room and rip your panties off. He slides his cock between your folds, your wetness making him ache
āBeen waiting for this.. fuckinā teaseā without a second thought he slams his hips into yours. The pace is unforgiving as he holds you up to angle deeper into you. Plapsā and the sounds of skin slapping bounce off the walls; Sukuna dips his head into the crook of your neck, sucking and biting to leave his mark on you
This time when you wake up Sukuna is still there, you can feel his cock resting inside of you. You hold your breath as you inch away, you only get so far before you hear a mumbled voice behind your head āstop moving, need some restā his hands wrap tighter around your waist as he pulls you back in. You whimper slightly at the thought of staying like this for however long, especially since you donāt remember how you got like this
before your thoughts can spiral to much, you see toji crack open your door. Your eyes light up slightly at the thought of toji saving you from whatever this is. But instead he leans down and gives a kiss to your forehead
āDont move to muchā breakfast will be ready in a minute doll, ā your eyes water as you mumble āwhyā but he starts rubbing your face and cooing at you ādonāt think to hard right now, yeah? Brains not good for thinking or workinā just stay right where you areā Toji plants another kiss on your forehead and lips before giving Sukuna one
āIāll wake you two up when foods doneā even with his words youāre still in a state of confusion. Is this the first time? What does he mean about working? you have to pay your bills. All these questions flood your mind as your heart sinks deeper and deeper into your chest.
