hi hey hello, iâm tumblr user KUMZUME and this is my very first open collaboration and long awaited 2k event !!
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THEME -> untouched!! a pretty broad topic that can include anything from cumming untouched (hehe) to tainting something (or someone) that has never been touched before! there are a lot of options w toys, kÂĄnks, and settings so go wild!! just make sure your work falls somewhere under the theme <33
RULES / GENERAL INFO
fics go live on AUGUST 15TH, 2021!!!!! but i will accept them late too hehe
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⍠tags ;; a/b/o, alpha!reader, gn!reader, omega!bkg, scenting, kissing, confessions, v fluffy other just general omegaverse nonsense
⍠wc ;; 1.3k
⍠a/n ;; i don't want to talk about it. and if anyone says anything abt this ill cry
⍠synopsis ;; bakugou hates most alphas. you are the third exception
Bakugou's gotten so many lectures about instinct at this point in his fucking life, he could probably recite each one from word of mouth. All of them bog down to the idea of being careful.
"You're still an omega, Katsuki. You have to be careful, even if you're a hero."
Bakugou hates the notion entirely. Everyone can go fuck themselves. He's a grown ass man, and he doesn't give a single shit about anything related to being an omega. He avoids the subject all together, in interviews and in life. When heats come, he takes a week off and leaves it at that.
He doesn't accept any shitty alpha courting gestures because most of them suck. And there's really nothing Bakugou hates more than some half-assed creep insistent on becoming his mate.
He doesn't take any shame in being an omega. He's still the goddamn best, still number two on the pro-ranks. It shouldn't matter to anyone else, and it hasn't yet. His outstanding capabilities are highlighted. He's always been one to subvert peoples expectations.
He hates most Alpha's, though. A whole fuckload of them are cocky. Bakugou enjoys making them submit, it brings him great pleasure to see them fold and crackle under the pressure of his intimidation. He can only stand like three total, and Deku barely counts.
You're the most recent addition to the list of alphas he can tolerate.
And you're another barely. Bakugou met you in a fucking fabric store, buying lame nesting shit he needs. He's picky about the materials on his skin so buying online is a hassle. Most fabric stores with nesting shit are full with omegas and beta's for obvious reasons. He figured you were another beta. He figured all the omegas just flocked to you cause you were so damn friendly.
The first time Bakugou figured out you were an alpha was when he came into the store and smelled something intense.
Rain. Like the earth after a rain shower, deep and rich and heavy. It was borderline intrusive. The store normally smells mild, other omegas don't smell like much to him.
But it was so potent. So intense, he couldn't help but track you down. There you were at the fabric counter, frantically putting patches over your neck that did little to cover anything up. Bakugou let out a shaky inhale, and then looked at you.
"Hey, Bakugou."
"What the fuck is that smell."
You gave him a mild smile before chuckling sheepishly.
"Uh.. me? I guess. I worked out before coming and I guess I -? I don't know but my patch isn't doing much to cover it up. Boss said it was fine, but people keeping giving me weird looks."
Bakugou stared at you for a long, long while.
"You're an alpha? You fucking soggy bastard?"
You paused then laughed at that. Nodding.
"Surprised?"
"Fucking.. obviously. Who wouldn't be. Shitty Alpha."
Bakugou pins most attraction on instinct. His weekly visits to the fabric shop for new, soft things to take home had become something of a routine. But he's never felt like that before. That weird fucking feeling that stirred in his gut. The repetitive of what you were to each other.
He makes more excuses to see you. Eventually you say he can see whenever he wants, outside of work. Normally, something like that would make Bakugou irate.
But it's you. So it doesn't. He just sort of accepts it. Like it's the most obvious choice in the world for him to be making. He texts you when he's free, and you come see him.
But you never cross any boundaries. You don't court him or even suggest the idea, never comment on his scent or how he looks. When weeks pass because of his heat, you merely send him some food and a note to take care of himself. You just join him for dinner sometimes and walk him back to his apartment and smile just barely.
And you're funny. You have a wit to you that Bakugou doesn't resent. But you never take that patch off your neck, never act like a shitty alpha like he expects you to. Like he's almost waiting for you to pull the rug from underneath his feet.
It never comes. Months pass and you're still the same as you are.
He blames everything on instinct. When his omega yowls more and more for you, he can't help but be angry with it. Be upset with his body for wanting something so bad, to clinging to the scarf you lent him and sleeping with it for days.
Shitty fucking beta-passing alpha. Bakugou hates you so much for making him like this.
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"You're distressed."
Bakugou's eyes snap to you immediately, scowl twisting in upset. You look the same as always. A plain expression meshed with mild concern, hands in your pockets. He seethes.
"What the fuck do you know?"
You pause momentarily, shrugging.
"You smell distressed."
Bakugou freezes.
"You can fucking smell me?"
You pause, looking at him for a while before laughing. He swallows something thick in the back of his throat. Something in him feels like it's on fire. It's so fucking lame. He hates it.
"Yeah. You don't wear blockers or anything. Why're you so surprised?"
And he wants to scream at you for being so stupid, but his mouth goes dried. You're right, and it's obvious but there's more to it then that. You look a little amused, but not all that concerned and that pisses him off worse.
"B-because, you fucking shit! You never say anything about it."
Another pause, this time much longer. You grin slightly.
"Did you.. want me to say something about it?"
"Fuck you," He deflects, heat creeping up his neck. He can feel the flush, the tips of his ears turning pink. "W-what the fuck do I normally smell like? How would you even -"
"You normally smell sweet. Kinda smokey." You say, non-plussed. He freezes. Bites down the urge to ask if you like it or not. He wants to ask so fucking bad it's killing him.
"Don't all fuckin' omegas smell sweet to you? Shitty, useless alpha."
You laugh this time. Your hand reaches over to him, and he doesn't flinch from the touch. You twist some of the blonde between your fingers. You lean forward, so close to his neck. And take an inhale. His whole body goes into shock.
"You smell like honey-blossoms, oranges, and a campfire. Like a camping trip." You say, pulling back to meet his eyes. His expression narrows, lower lip trembling.
"You fucking dick - "
"It's good. Nice and sweet, omega."
The praise runs over his whole body like a shock. When you pull away, you're grinning. Hands in pockets and relaxed. And something in Bakugou snaps, grabbing you by your collar until you're faced with him. A growl rips from his throat, and you grin. Cocky bastard.
"If you fucking breathe around another omega or smell them like that, you're dead meat." Bakugou grits. You dickhead. "Was this all part of your shitty fucking plan?"
You shrug.
"You didn't seem like the type of omega who wanted me to court you first, but I'd love to court you." You say. Something in him soothes, as much as he's agitated. There's some semblance of relief, almost immediately.
"Distress is gone." You say, soft and bright. He slams you into the wall a little harder and you laugh.
But his grip weakens when you grab his wrist. He watches you, eyes growing nearly watery when you carefully removing whatever patch was there to cover your scent. The smell of rain floods his lungs in a fit. You smell so good, he's drunk off of it immediately. You grab him by his wrist, pulling him into you.
Your rub your scent onto him with a soft hum. His whole body goes ragged with relief as you coo at him. He could cry. Stupid fucking instinct. Stupid fucking feelings. Everything smells like rain, and something rumbles in his chest.
"Shitty alpha."
"Just the worst." You agree mildly. When he pulls back, faced with you - he can't help but lean in. You press your lips to him soft, wiping tears from his cheeks. He hates you, he swears.
happy holidays to those who celebrate n happy saturday for those who donât!! i know i havenât been around (like at all </3) but just know that i will always hold all of yâall near n dear to my heart (even if this is just a p0rn blog LMFAO) love yâall lots n if u havenât heard it today, someone cares ab u <3 muah muah
mane holding hands with bakugou during sex is so nice because because it helps him get grounded :( like, when he gets so close to cumming hard inside you he gets all shaky n whimpery!! auh bruising grip on your thighs cause heâs losing his shit, mouth full of saliva as he slurs his praises to your body.
ââm g-gonna, babyâgonna fuckinââ sweet boy katsuki canât hold back and thereâs a buzzing under his skin cause heâs so so close to cumminâ inside, filling you up and he can taste it but heâs so dizzy.
brushing back his hair, since you can see how much he wants it, how much bakugou needs it. youâre looking up at him with big loving eyes and it literally pushes him over the edge. âlet go, kat, câmon...cum for me,â
poor baby pushing his head into your neck groaninâ your name softly against your skin and his hips canât stop jutting forward, canât stop trembling ân katsukiâs so overwhelmed from how good you feel around him, creaming your insides and refusing to pull out as he overstims himself by accident.
oh and itâs not until you grab his hand, lacing your fingers together as you squeeze it and tell him âsâokay baby, did so good, kay? made me feel so good,â that bakugou starts calming down, collapsing on top of you with all his weight :( letting you tell him you love him while he pulls out n his sensitive cock dribbles against your thighs.
ŕ° an;; this was just supposed to be me answering an ask but this is like,, a full ass fic LMFAO idk how many words tho but enjoy <33
eren is used to being the one leading girls on - makes them feel like theyâre everything to him after he carves his name into their pussy with his cock, only to completely ghost them immediately after.
he loves being wanted, loves being sought after, chased but heâs not looking for a relationship. heâs too âdamagedâ and âjealousâ and âclingyâ for love - he wouldnât be able to treat you right. or at least, thatâs the speech he gives the real desperate girls, the ones who chase him across campus with tears in their eyes, begging him to give them a chance.
with you, he assumes itâs going to be the same. you take a class with him - american lit; itâs an awful class, one he generally tries to sleep through when he actually attends the class (until you show up, but thatâs neither here or there) - but youâre quiet, studious. sits all the way in the back of the class, listens to the lecture, then puts your headphones on and gets to work.
youâre exactly his type.
he notices you in class on monday, furiously taking notes with different colored pens, highlighters, your notes meticulously written and organized with the precision of a previous gifted kid. he grins and turns back to face the front, making note of your position and seat.
on wednesday, heâs in class early, earlier than you (which is a feat in and of itself) and plants himself in the chair beside yours, spreading out the neat looking notes he stole from armin (theyâre for an entirely different class but he doesnât think youâll notice. you do.) to make him look like.. well, you.
you only give him a brief glance before settling down and setting up your own things, pen poised at the ready for any and all information your professor will give.
eren copies your position and takes down notes just like you. pen, highlighter, sticky notes, pen, highlighter, sticky notes, pen, highlighter, sticky notes, until the class is over, youâre packing up your things and he still hasnât spoken a word to you.
connie and jean laugh at him when he tells them about the situation. âyou actually took notes dude? for a girl?â and so on and so forth. he turns bright red in embarrassment and buries his head in his arms, briefly wondering if this whole thing is even worth it. then you walk past the coffee shop window and youâre laughing and smiling and eren almost feels like shitting his pants.
so, he continues. every class, without fail, he finds himself sitting next to you, taking notes and listening to the lecture until the end of class when you leave without a word or a glance.
itâs frustrating. canât you tell heâs trying? so hard? some days he purposefully forgets his pen so that he can ask you for one, to which you reply, âtake better care of your things yeager.â you said his last name. you know who he is. he feels his cock throb in his jeans.
absently, he notes heâs never been this invested in a conquest before. usually, he doesnât even have to try. he just bats his pretty, long lashes, flashes them a crooked smirk, shakes his hair from his bun, and theyâre putty in his hands.
you, though. youâre different.
heâs not sure what it is about you that has him so.. obsessed. he thinks about you constantly, he follows you through the quad in a hoodie so you canât recognize who he is, he even memorizes your room number and notes where you put your spare dorm key. itâs insane, eren knows, but he just canât. he canât let you go.
in class, heâs barely making any progress but thatâs okay. heâs willing to wait it out for you.
luckily for him, he doesnât have to wait too long.
your american lit class is assigned a project, one that should last over the span of four weeks and your professor assigns you and eren together.
itâs like a dream come true.
you exchange phone numbers and social media accounts but youâre just as closed off in text as you are in person. he doesnât doubt he can break your steely resolve with cute messages and charming selfies but he just wishes youâd show him a bit of the energy he gives you back.
if only just a drop.
âââ-//-âââ
itâs a tuesday night and eren is bored.
he debates on messaging armin or connie to hang out but armin is studying for his exam on criminal prosecution and connie is probably fucking his girlfriend in the back of the library. he briefly entertains the idea of hanging out with jean but the thought makes his stomach turn and a bad taste grow in his mouth. no, not him. then who?
suddenly, his eyes widen and he lunges for his phone, opening up a familiar contact and sending a text, the little gray box joining the rest of unanswered messages covering his phone screen. it isnât enough to deter him though as he settles down for a response, a satisfied little grin on his face.
it takes much shorter than he anticipated for a text to come through, the little ping sending him scrambling and unlocking it eagerly, ready to consume whatever you have to offer.
me (8:39p): hey!!!!! what r u doin????? iâm bored :(
literature baddie <3 (9:08p): Homework. Like you should be doing.
me (9:09p): hw is so lammmmeeee ;((((
me (9:12p): come hang out w me!!!!! :D iâm a lot of fun promise :))))))
literature baddie <3 (9:19p): Iâm not leaving my bed.
me (9:20p): thennnnnnn
me (9:21p): can i come over?????
eren waits with bated breath for the response - most of him realizes the chances of you actually saying yes are slim to none but.. he feels good about this. maybe, his work is finally paying off and heâll have you in his grasp, just like he wanted all along.
the phone pings. he jumps.
literature baddie <3 (9:32): Doorâs open.
euphoria overtakes him. holy fucking shit, you actually said yes. he leaps out of bed and pulls on his most flattering pair of gray sweats (they frame his dick print just right), pocketing his phone and then darting out the door.
being incredibly eager, he doesnât realize you never told him your dorm building or room number and he definitely shouldnât know where it is, but he canât let this opportunity pass. he practically runs to your building across campus, arriving at your door with a sheen of sweat across his skin and a pretty pink flush over his face.
before he can even knock though, you open the door, clad in only an oversized tee shirt and fuzzy socks, your gaze sharp and searching as you pull him in.
everything is moving so fast, so fast that he doesnât notice this.. alertness about you, this aura that youâve never shown him before. youâre always meek in class, quiet, but this is so not that.
you stalk around him, like a predator to its prey, before stopping by the foot of your bed, arms crossed across your chest and a dark look in your eyes.
âyouâre a fuckin creep, you know that yeager?â
âŚwhat?
you - you know? his heart stops in his chest and he debates running for the door but when he sees your face - hungry, feral - suddenly, eren wants to see where this goes.
he gulps before shaking his head in denial despite knowing good and well heâd crossed the threshold of ânormalâ a long, long time ago. he knows you know it too, judging by the disbelieving scoff you let out, your head tilting to the side as you stare him down.
âand now youâre lying to me. pathetic.â you shake your head in disapproval and the sight makes eren want to drop to his knees and beg for your forgiveness but - but that isnât what he does. that isnât who he is. heâs the one who makes girls cry, heâs the one who laughs a little too long and a little too condescendingly at someone confessing to him.
who do you think you are? fucking with the eren yeager? heâll never bend to your will, not even if his life is on the line. (distantly, he recognizes that this anger welling up inside him was absolutely your intention, if your smirk is anything to go by, but heâs getting too pissed to care.)
itâs his turn to scoff, stepping up closer to you. âiâm pathetic?â he laughs, patronizing, and takes another step. âyouâre the bitch who invited me over in the first place. what, were you hoping youâd get a taste of my cock? well newsflash,â â another step â âonly good girls get the pleasure of me giving them the best dicking of their lives. and letâs not kid ourselves. we both know,â â he leans in to whisper in your ear â âyouâre not fucking good.â
eren pulls away, a satisfied smirk crossing his lips but it falters when he takes in your expression. you look like youâre about to burst into laughter - your eyebrows are raised, youâre biting your lower lip and you look like you took none of that seriously, his ego taking a massive hit.
your grin widens as his falls. âare you done? feel better about yourself now that youâve put up a fight?â you ask, voice dripping in sugar coated condescension. when he doesnât respond, you nod a little to yourself, lifting your hand to pat him on the cheek just on the right side of hard, leaving his cheek stinging as you pull away.
âgood.â you move from his front to walk around his body, your eyes sharp and appraising as you look him over. eren stays still, body taut and thrumming with unresolved anger but he doesnât think heâs ever been harder in his life. you finally come back to your first spot directly in front of him and you cock your head in his direction, seemingly coming to a decision.
âhereâs whatâs going to happen: i am going to give you the best orgasm of your life, you are going to leave and we will never, ever talk again. youâll stop following me, stop talking to my friends about me,â âhow did you even know about that?ââand you will change classes so i wonât see have to see your disgusting ass during my week. am i understood?â
despite your harsh words, eren nods eagerly at your terms. honestly? he believes the whole situation is a net positive - he gets to sleep with a hot girl (who is, yeah, admittedly really fucking mean but heâs leaking pre in his boxers so itâs still a positive) and he doesnât even have to worry about you trying to date him after itâs over.
itâs the best case scenario, one that already has him pulling down his sweats and boxers, his fat, leaking cock springing free and hitting his abdomen. he hisses at the feeling of the cool air sweeping over the head of his tip, his hand wrapping around it and pumping it gently while his hips jerk in tandem, eyes sliding to half mast.
he knows he looks good naked, knows he looks even better jerking off but you look wholly unimpressed, sitting down at the foot of your bed, still fully dressed and playing on your phone. heâs not expecting the way his cock jumps in his hand at the sight of your obvious inattention but that familiar anger wells up alongside the arousal, his hand reaching out to snatch up your phone and tossing it back on your bed.
you look up at him, pissed, and pride wells up in his chest. he moves forward to taunt you, to rub it in your face that he finally got a reaction out of you but you stand back up to face him, slapping his own hand away from his cock and replacing it with your own. his hips push his length into your loose fist with a sharp moan, his arms wrapping around your shoulders to hold him up at the new sensations zapping down his spine.
in this new position, your lips are positioned right by his ear, giving you the perfect position to whisper things that he never imagined would make his legs shake and whines escape. âyou just wanted my attention, is that it? wanted someone to fuck you up like you deserved? like the slut you are? no one else could do this to you like i can, no one.â
he knows youâre right, of course youâre right, and the thought that he might never get this again makes him sob out, his cock frantically chasing your hand thatâs rapidly jerking him off. eren feels his hands gripping a little too hard at your arms, fingers digging into your skin, and you stop. you fucking stop. you tighten your grip at the base of his dick to hold him off (yes, he was close already) and he chokes on a cry.
you let go of his now purpling cock, leaving it bobbing, before maneuvering out of his grip. you ignore his babbles and pleas to walk behind him and push him onto your bed stomach first, his erection hitting the cool, soft sheets beneath him with a gasp.
eren doesnât know what youâre going to do to him, his confusion and arousal only intensifying when you position yourself behind him, dragging his lower body up by his hips so that heâs presenting for you.
itâs humiliating - his cock hangs hard and heavy in between his thighs while his hole clenches like it knows itâs being watched. no one has ever - heâs never even thought of putting anything up.. there and he definitely wasnât planning on it anytime soon but..
he tries to lift himself up on shaky arms and protest but heâs stopped by your palm at the back of his head, slamming his face down into your pillows. he gasps but canât breathe, your cotton pillowcase pressed flush against his nose and his eyes squeezed shut.
you laugh at his sputtering before lifting your palm from his head and walking back to where his ass is raised and on display, your hand coming to slap the twitching hole, making his entire body jump and lurch forward. he moans, loud, long and unexpected - why did that feel so good? but as most good things with you, it didnât last.
he listens to you rummaging around behind him before hearing a very deliberate shuttering sound - a photo, the flash briefly illuminating his tan skin. his eyes widen in fear and he tries to sit up again, a choked, âw-what-?â leaving his lips but you ignore it, ignore him, to slap at one of his asscheeks. hard.
it stings but his cock isnât going soft - itâs getting impossibly harder - and itâs disorienting. eren is confused, hard, humiliated and most of all, afraid, a cocktail of emotions that heâs never felt before and that make it nearly impossible to move, impossible to escape.
but does he even want to?
eren doesnât have time to examine that thought process because before he knows it, the wet, warm slide of your tongue makes its way over his furled hole. you lap at it, make it loud, messy, and he can feel your spit slipping down between his cheeks and dripping down his balls.
itâs a little gross but it feels so fuckin good, he doesnât even care you now have a picture of him like this, exposed for you, to use as you please. all heâs focused on is your tongue pressing past the rim of his ass, the feeling of you stretching him open - even just a little - making his arms buckle beneath him and his mind race.
he knows you said this would be the only interaction like this the two of you would have but eren canât help but wonder what it would be like to have you inside him, fucking him hard and deep, using him how you want and absolutely destroying him.
that thought - one of your cock pressing inside him, inch by agonizing fucking inch - sends him hurtling towards the edge, a puddle of precum steadily leaking from him pooling on the sheets beneath him as he babbles anything he can get past his lips.
âo-oh god, please - fuckin please, l-let me cum, fuckfuckfuck, wanna c-cum for you - all for y-you-â
you laugh meanly against his hole, the feeling vibrating through him and making his eyes roll back harshly. his whole body is trembling with the weight of his arousal and his need to cum and thankfully, you choose to grant his wish.
you pull away briefly - making him sob out a whine - only to push two fingers into his loosened, sloppy hole. âlook at you, dirty fucking slut. cum, cum right fucking now.â
your words, in tandem with your fingers zeroing in on his prostate and pressing against it, has him cumming immediately, his orgasm crashing over him and overwhelming him, his cock releasing spurt after spurt of cum onto your blankets.
itâs electric and consuming, his body taut and shaking with its strength, while you finger him through it (a kindness he knew you didnât have to, and wouldnât afford him again), carefully bringing him down to collapse face down on your bed, to fall asleep in a pool of his own jizz.
heâs never passed out from an orgasm before but he canât bring himself to mind when he wakes up, loose-limbed and pleasantly relaxed. eren cringes a little at the stickiness accompanied with the copious amounts of cum heâd spilled on your sheets only the night before but ultimately ignores it. nothing could bring his mood down, not even the lack of your presence.
eren sighs and moves to clean himself up and get dressed before you return but something on the nightstand catches his eye. itâs the picture you took of him, his back arched and darkened rim on display, asscheeks red and splotchy from your attack on them and his cock heavy and hanging between his thighs.
itâs unexpectedly hot and his length gives a little interested twitch against his thigh, heat curling in his belly. thereâs clearly no time for that now though, so he folds it carefully and places it in his phone case, only to recognize another piece of paper, strategically placed by your lamp.
his eyebrows furrow in confusion as he picks it up, unfolding it and reading over it carefully. itâs a class transfer form, already filled out in your clean, clear handwriting, just awaiting his signature at the bottom left.
despite himself, a grin spreads across his lips. now faced with the prospect, with the very idea of never seeing you again, he knows itâs not gonna happen. eren has you, and now that he does, heâs not going to let you go.
the cum dries sticky on his inner thighs. he signs the dotted line. he smiles.
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j-just a tho(ugh)t., p-perv, p-pro hero izuku w-who asks you t-to d-do a jerk off instruction video, s-so he c-can watch it when heâs away from you đđ after awhile he gets so addicted and makes you do different th-themes đł ân ân he sends you all his cumshots đĽľ
AWOIJoe;wawefKRNA;OF a JOI audio omg. iâi can't even think of this properly wat... cw: perv deku, dubcon panty pics, joi, voice kink, domish reader, reader calls deku 'good boy'.
deku, the same little big perv you finally caught taking pictures your undergarments during class wants a JOI?! the same one you finally dote over once you find out he really is nice, but just a bit misguided want's a JOI?
pls I'd give him one in a heartbeat.
ugh, how shy he is asking, creeping up to you after you're done studying or something and asks if you've ever heard of them. so innocent too. it doesn't even register that it's a bit out of left field coming after stressing over someone else entirely. you're just stunned and you nod and he's on it. asking which are your favorite, and that are your favorite tropes, and would you make him one, and have you listened to them while doing regular things, yadda yadda yadda holla holla hollaâwhat?
he flushes so bad when he has to answer your question but it all goes away when you shake your head and just whisper, "I've got you, izu." the pat to his cheek feels pitying, but your kiss to his lips makes up for it. he trusts you.
and god, he's so ready. his neighbors are away, he's cleaned around his place, and even sprays your perfume over his collar. wants it right next to his nose when he hears you start speaking to him through his earbuds, and when you send a link, his shaking has gone up a notch. he never thought he'd get this far, especially with you. he's so sure when you said you've got him, you'd send some rando with a similar voice to yours. it wouldn't be horrible, but definitely bittersweet. he knows you now. knows your cadence by heart, knows the words you speak with an accent. how you breath around said words, the way your tone goes throaty or raspy, he can even picture how your lips curve around the words from behind his lids. and when your voice rings though the earbuds, he can't help the whine he let's out.
"hey izuku." hey izuku. Hey Izuku. Hey Izuku? that's him. it's your pretty mouth bending around the three syllables of his name, and that's damn near enough already. the puff of breath leaving the back of your tongue and all on the last sound and all. and the small laugh in hey? gosh the small laugh, you knew he'd react like this. already he has to choke his dick, rutting up and breathing heavily, thick fingers curled around the base and his other hand going lower, cupping his twitching balls and tugging.
"don't get too far ahead o'me honey. move your hands, you'll be fine," you're so good at that aren't you? knowing him so well already. he relaxes his hands, pulling them away and digging fingers into this thighs. they flex after the stab of pain, and while his dick flags, it's not much, bobbing for another word from your lips. he stares at the small rivulet of precum that beads and crawls down, trying to evaporate the runny fluid with a look that screams, 'be good for once' before you speak again. "good boy. now, make sure you have everything you need, i don't want you to pause me, izu'." his eyes flutter from the nickname, face going blank and nearly not following your instruction before doing so with his heart racing. once again he's caught off guard by your voice, ears catching on the new tilt found there, "gonna be here for a while baby."...
scenario where eren and armin are both sucking on your strap and maybe making out time to time while doing so đŠđđâ¤ď¸
literally shitting my pants right now. i am. ill.
cs eren n armin are both whores of the worst degree. i mean weâve established that eren is an awful attention seeking brat â heâll purposely ignore you and then cry when you donât immediately fold under his wet eyes and puppy dog gaze. he knows it can be a lot but he just. hates giving into you easily, prefers to make you work for it, work for him. to him it shows him that you love him enough, care about him enough to fight for him, to push him through his brattiness n give him what he wants. you both enjoy your dynamic, you really do but..
armin is armin. sweet, pretty, a little soft spoken with smooth skin and lips you just want to devour. thin and lithe where eren is muscular and built. pale and freckled where eren is tan and clear skinned. theyâre almost opposites in some regards but in others.. you see their similarities.
on occasion, when youâre hanging out with the pair of them, you see arminâs eyes go wide and his smile goes sharp, pretty canines poking out beneath plush, pink lips like he wants to do something, wants to act on some urge unknown to you and eren. he looks a lot like eren when he does so, something you absolutely donât overlook.
the glint in his eyes comes to play most often when eren gets a bit too.. rowdy for you, pushes you a little too hard when youâre in a place you canât easily reprimand him. you make do with a slap on his ass and a whispered, âbehave,â but you know that as he slinks away, heâs just waiting for another moment to get under your skin and make you destroy him. he aches for it. and apparently, armin does too.
youâre not dumb, no matter how much jean likes to tease you. you can tell when armin gets hard, just by watching you take erenâs jaw into your hand and squeezing it with a quiet, âsettle down boy.â you see the way he scampers off with a well manicured hand over his tented crotch and, if youâre lucky, when you pass by the bathroom a few minutes later, you might catch the tail end of a moan â sometimes itâs your name, sometimes itâs erenâs. both are a treat.
so, itâs not much of a surprise to you or eren when armin comes into your apartment with pretty, flushed cheeks and the inability to look you in the eye and asks for the both of you to take care of him. please.
and who are you to deny him when he asks so nicely?
you try to start off easy, not to scare him off or make him uncomfortable. you have him sit in the corner of the room by the door (in case he needs to leave if it gets to be too much) on his knees in his briefs, his long cock already steadily drooling precum against the white fabric while he watches you undress eren, piece by piece until heâs completely bare for you.
itâs unusual you can do this without getting a hint of resistance from eren but when you look up at his face, his eyes are focused on armin â armin whoâs currently looking at you, at your hands and the way they sit so pretty against erenâs abs. you canât help the smile that spreads across your lips as you lower yourself to thumb at the head of erenâs cock through his boxers, the sensation making his pupils go fuzzy and a breathy moan to escape from his bitten lips.
the sound makes armin shiver and his hands ball up so tight, his knuckles go white. you long to take pity on him, to make him cum at least once to take the edge off before focusing in on your baby but.. heâs so much prettier like this â desperate and pink all over, his breathing coming out in light pants, his gaze looking at you with reverence. like you can save him. you sigh a little at the prospect before turning all your attention back on eren, slipping your hand down the front of his boxers and, with practiced strokes, bringing him up and over the edge with ease.
he cums with his back arched off the bed and his sheets bunched up in sweaty palms, his long, chestnut hair sticking against his forehead. heâs gorgeous like this and you canât help but look over at armin to make sure heâs watching this and seeing how beautiful your baby is. your breath catches in your throat when you see him â armin is watching with lust blown pupils as his hips rut up against nothing, fingernails biting into the pale skin of his thighs. you almost donât call him over but when you spot the glistening of tears against his lashline, you fold, easily, like a house of cards in a hurricane.
he scrambles over before his name ever finishes leaving your lips, his hands immediately pushing your shirt up over your chest to suck a nipple into your mouth before moving to run down erenâs abdomen and wrap around his wet cock in his underwear.
armin is frantic with his movements, moaning against the hardened bud in his mouth and squeezing his soft palm around erenâs oversensitive dick, making him cry out, his eyes squeezing shut. heâs so desperate for the two of you, so needy, but your bedroom has order to it. armin doesnât get to call the shots. so, you thread your fingers through his golden strands and pull him off of you roughly, tears falling down his cheeks and a harsh whimper being yanked from his chest as he falls back against the mattress.
you arenât livid, not really, but you put on that face, chastising him for being greedy when eren hasnât gotten his fill yet (not that it matters when eren is already hard again, his cock leaking against his thigh). armin sniffles out an apology and looks down at the bedsheets, his voice coming out a watery whisper. he asks if thereâs anything he can do for you and eren, anything to make it up to you for taking more than he should.
you pretend to think about it but the decision isnât hard. you know both boys more than either of them like to think and while one was definitely more subtle than the other, you know they both share yet another thing in common â their oral fixations. itâs not much of a punishment if youâre being honest but on occasion, itâs hard to say no to your babyâs pleading eyes. at this moment, you have two pairs looking up at you and you have no choice but to pull out your harness and strap, securing them both against your hips and returning to the bed.
âget my cock nice and wet and maybe iâll think about forgiving you. if you do a good job, i might even fuck you. what do you think about that?â itâs nearly comical how quickly eren and armin agree to the proposal, the both of them leaping up to begin lapping at the head and shaft of the purple silicon braced against you.
you let your hands slip down to their heads to maneuver them where you please while your head tilts back and they continue to work. your eyes close before you know it but.. the sounds coming from below your waist suddenly change. itâs no longer the sound of slick on plastic â itâs now slick on slick. you open your eyes to take a look and a wave of arousal hits you so hard, it feels like a punch in the gut.
eren and armin are making out with your cock in between their lips â both their eyes are closed as they lose themselves in the sensations, small whimpers and whines escaping them while they suck and lick into each otherâs mouths while still trying to get the strap as wet as possible. itâs too hot, so much so that you have to look away, have to give a shaky âthatâs enoughâ to get them to stop.
you think you might have enough willpower to keep on your original plan but when armin slides his tongue against erenâs a final time before looking up at you with teary eyes and a quiet, âdid we do good?â all your self control flies out the window.
you are going to break them and youâre going to have such a good time doing it.
whenever you lick a long stripe slowly up tanjiroâs throat, your tongue carefully rolling over his racing pulse point, his eyes roll back in his head amd he has to desperately fight the urge to cum.
he's so sensitive in his neck especially, he's telling you to take it easy before the lick cuts him off mid sentence, making the breath hitch in his throat, and when you gently suck on it? cums. he can't help it-
heâd accidentally rut his hips up into where you were straddling him and his eyes would squeeze shut, his bottom lip held tightly between his teeth and his fists tightened hard around whatver he has nearest him, be it the arms of a chair or the sheets on a bed â because this never happens just once <3
When youâd first met Kurooâs grandmother, you thought sheâd hate you, but tonight as you stand in her kitchen while her grandson walks about his home, you help prepare the ingredients.
Sheâs chopping up the vegetables, knife slamming against the cutting board over and over with years of experience and when she pauses, putting it down against the wood, listening to it clatter, in the middle of your own meal prep, her eyes catch yours.
âI think before we even met I hated you,â she blurts out, and she turns, back against the kitchen counter, drying her hands against one of the rags, âAnd I hated the idea that youâd break his heart.â
âI could never do that,â
âMaybe,â her head tilts when she hears Kurooâs laughter alongside his grandfatherâs story telling, and a small smile takes over her face, loving and tired and nothing except honest, âBut heâd always said you were a wild thing,â
âDid he?â your laugh is quiet and shy and youâre sure you can feel the skips in your heartbeat, but on a warm night like this, you canât help but wonder, âWhat else did he say?â
âHe said you were the first person to ever teach him how to breathe. Heâs always been careless, that boy â falling head first into things heâs got no business jumping into like that, but itâs part of his charm. He loves and lives the same way he grows and fails.â
âWhich way is that?â
âTruthfully.â And she pauses, only to once again pick up the knife and chop away at the vegetables, putting them into the pot with such care, and suddenly a lot of things make sense, âWhich is why Iâm happy youâre here, and full of as much love as he is,â
âHe taught me that actually,â you mutter, putting the cover over the rice, âI didnât let myself enjoy life until I met him, I thought I was fine all by myself, and then I actually grew with him... and realized I never wanted to be without him again. I still like my own company, but I like his, too.â
Youâre sure sheâll do something â scoff at you, tell you youâre crazy, but when she does nothing but give a startled laugh, you watch as her eyes widen up with the biggest sense of joy youâve ever seen.
And then it goes just as quick as it came; the wide grin melts into a smaller one but itâs just as lovely, and she doesnât say anything else for the rest of the cooking, but itâs when you go to help out with the table that she stops you, fingers gentle as they tug on your wrist.
âKurooâs always had a knack for finding things â finding people like you. Love him with all youâve got,â
âI will,â your lips pull into a soft smile, âI canât help it, I donât even have to try.â
Then sooner or later, the food is set across the table, appetizers and half eaten main courses strewn across the soft covering and it all smells delicious, filling your vision with endless possibilities of flavors as your stomach grumbles.
Kuroo is stuffing his face full of everything he can reach while his grandfather serves his wife, scooping up ladlefuls of soup but you notice she pays no mind, eyes too busy flickering from you to her grandson in a slow fashion.
âWhatâs wrong?â Kuroo asks, slurping his broth slowly, âEverything okay?â
âYes, dear, Iâm just... Letâs take a picture.â
âA picture?â you echo, âRight now?â
âYes!â she urges, and shuffles out of her seat, tugging at her husbandâs arm, nearly knocking over the plate in his hands, âUp, up! Whereâs that camera?â
âItâs in our ro-â
âGet it, will you?â
Before you know it, youâre standing in front of the trio, fiddling with the settings on the camera screen before you begin to raise it to your face, only to be stopped, with Kurooâs grandmother expectantly staring at you.
You blink, once, twice, âWhat?â
âWeâre waiting for you, come along,â
âFor me?â your eyes snap to Kurooâs, discovering the sight of his excitement while time ticks on, eyes wide and a smile to put the sun to shame. He beckons you with a head nod, mouthing come on, and youâre rushing to set the timer, heart thumping as you scramble to find a good spot, nearly falling over when you feel hands pulling you to a body.
Kurooâs grandmother is hugging you close, cheek squished up against hers and a second later the flash has gone off, leaving you dazed and shocked and elated, all at once.
So when the picture is printed and developed, thereâs a feeling you canât quite name that settles into your chest, curling into a corner of your memoryâs pocket, and for a moment the world stops as all you do is look at the ink over and over.
In the photo, Kuroo stands off to the farthest left, a gleeful expression spread across his face while a hand reaches out past his grandfather, whoâs frozen in laughter, towards you whoâs being held tight to his grandmother, her eyes crinkled with affection while her hands pinch your cheeks and giving her best smile. Your mouth is dropped open, hands flailing out in surprise, but you canât miss the look of happiness youâve given, and when you stare at it like a whole, the picture feels complete, like nothing is out of place.
âWelcome,â you hear, and you look up to see the trio stand in a line before you, they grin wide, Kurooâs hands outstretched toward you as they bounce on the balls of their feet excitedly, âTo the family.â
You thought Kurooâs grandmother would hate you, but turns out, sheâs loved you like family long before youâve met â and even after, as the photo ages in the frame on your bedroom wall and the time passes, and as your routine is now filled with weekend family dinners, you know everything youâve ever needed, has, and will always find its way.
Because itâs hit you; Kuroo isnât the only one good at finding things.
You are, too.
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â written to: sisyphus by andrew bird + venus by sleeping at last.
â a.n: this isnât proof read lol / iâve been thinking about this scenario a lot and literally couldnât function if i didnât finish it. thank you to @/tetsuphobia for the wonderful kuroo knowledge that helped me figure out how to write this <3 / am i gonna disappear and play animal crossing all day now? yes
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I see your denki w an oral fixation and raise you denki with a titty sucking obsession
ahhhh but see, these go hand in hand,, denki who gets off of patrol earlier than usual with a craving - heâs feeling especially needy and while he isnât sure why, he knows exactly who can fix it for him. he gets into your bedroom, shucking off his clothes as he goes before slipping into your bed where you already are, reading a book or scrolling through your phone. you look up to greet him with a smile or a kiss but heâs already pushing up your sleep shirt over your tits and sucking a nipple into his mouth a sigh, the other fitting perfectly in his hand to play with. your nipple hardens pretty much immediately and your hands go down to play in his hair, his eyes slipping shut and his cock fattening up against your thigh where he rocks his hips gently. the friction is better than he thought it would be, even through his boxers and before he knows it, his humping your leg like he hasnât cum in days, loud, whiny moans escaping him around the nipple in his mouth. he cums with a shout, spilling cum into his boxers, his chest heaving with exertion. youâd like to think heâs done but he isnât, his mouth going back to work against your sore tit after he catches his breath while his other hand slips down the front of your panties to brush through your soaked folds. he looks up at you with wide, golden eyes and moans, âwâna make yâu feel good, âkay?â
just imagining denki with the WORST oral fixation,, like youâre just trying to clean something off of his face and heâs grabbing your hand to push two of your fingers into his mouth with a breathy moan and lust blown pupils ;;; crying sobbing throwing up
nobdoy likes facesitting more than armin and the first time you bring it up to him heâs like fucking vibrating. pretending he feels normal about it.Â
you bring it up and heâs trying to keep his composure but his whole hand is trembling fr. like trying to drink water but it keeps spilling and shit. his knuckles go white. dick so hard it could split an atom.
