Misa amane

Fanfic writer Wlw 🤗 || idk I like nerdy shit ||

[ladythedrunken]

I had a really good Adrian Chase smut idea before I started writing and now that I am I'm actually going to work on it but heres the idea:

Adrian’s grip on your hips was iron-tight, fingers digging into your skin as he drove into you with relentless, strokes. Your face was buried deep in the pillows, muffling the broken cries that tore from your throat with every thrust. He had you ass up, back arched, completely at his mercy—while he fucked you like a man on a mission. The wet slap of skin on skin filled the room, punctuated by your desperate, whimpering moans.

He was obsessed with the way you sounded when he hit that perfect spot inside you, and right now he was nailing it on every single thrust, grinding deep and rolling his hips just right to make your legs shake uncontrollably.

“Fuck, that’s it—louder,” he growled, voice low and ragged with effort, a wild grin you couldn’t see stretching across his face. “C’mon, scream for me. I wanna hear—”

The obnoxious opening notes of Barbie Girl suddenly blasted from his phone on the nightstand.

Adrian didn’t even slow down. If anything, he tightened his hold on your hips and kept pounding into you, dragging another sharp cry from your lips as he reached over and snatched the phone. He glanced at the screen, eyes lighting up.

Peacemaker.

Without missing a beat, he swiped to answer, still buried to the hilt inside you. His voice came out bright, cheerful, and utterly casual, like he was lounging on the couch instead of railing you into the mattress.

“Hey dude! Did you miss me or something?”

Comment if you wanna be tagged when I'm done <3

[dexdiaries]

dex knows full well you're not on birth control, but the urge to take you raw always, always plagues him. he has to have it, he has to take you whenever, however he wants. you're both careful enough and there's been no mishaps thus far...

that is until one night, dex is so so close you can feel it and without a second thought you're caging your legs around his waist, locking your ankles together and moaning so loud you're practically begging him to cum right then and there.

his brows pull together and he's gasping, taking you deeper and harder, whimpering and pawing at your legs to release him so he can cum on your pretty tummy.

but that's not what you want. you're arching your back off the mattress, panting, gripping at dex's waist. pleading eyes just begging him to fill you up.

you both know he's physically strong enough to pull away, but he's so irrevocably obsessed with you that all he can truly think about is pumping you so full of his cum you're overflowing with it. he's desperate now to fuck a baby into your belly, growling as he gives in and crowds your body with his and hitting impossibly deeper forcing you to scream his name as you come around him.

he's biting you, hard, groaning into your skin as he fills your cunt full of his cum. "this what you want, hm?" he's mumbling into your neck. "will fill you up, baby, much as you want." within minutes he's already semi-hard again and rocking into you, filthy noises echoing in your bedroom.

this was inspired by a shane maguire ask on another page awhile ago but i lowkey lost it

[pearlvirag]

dex shoving ur face in the pillows while fucking u at ur parents house im cummminbvgggggggg

aaand he's so mean about it too. your back arched and he's disgustingly slow as he's stuffing you from behind in your old bed. right hand lost in your hair, pushing your face into the pillows so the only sound he heard is the squelch of your cunt. you wiggle your hips, urging him to go a little faster but he likes to fuck you slow. likes to see you desperate and stupid. beginning for more as if it doesn't make you cum harder when he treats you so delicately.

you notice you can feel your juices dripping down your thighs when he whispers, "baby couldn't wait to get her insides ruined until we get home, huh? you got to take what i give you now, then. before i change my mind." he threatened. you begged him to do it so he was rightfully punishing you. he never liked to fuck you in your parents house out of respect but you knew exactly how to get him into your panties.

you could only whine into the soft fabric of the cotton pillows that swallowed all of your sounds. his voice is what pushed you to the edge, your cunt feeling hotter and tighter suddenly and he decided to reach forward and play with your little clit. now you growl. "yeah honey, feels full doesn't it? you take it so good, i might just knock you up. want that?" his other hand slid in front of your mouth, lifting your head up as he set his pace faster when you started cumming. eyes rolling back, his hand tight on your mouth and you felt your body getting limb. he fucked you through it all before he would allow himself to cum inside you, filling your little cunt up.

[moonlightspencie]

do it for me

quote: “Like every serial killer already knew: eventually, fantasizing just doesn’t do it for you anymore”

Pairing: Dave Lizewski x fem!Reader

Warnings: smut!! (p in v, dirty talk, etc) it’s porn with little to no plot aka mdni

Word Count: 2.7k

A/N: this is self indulgence at its finest

“Hey, study partner,” you sang out, giving Dave a cheeky smile as you opened the door of your apartment.

“Hey,” he gave a polite, though slightly nervous, smile back. 

You’d been paired together in your speech 101 class to complete a “group speech”. Though, at first you were certain you’d gotten the short end of the stick when you realized you were the only group of two in the class. Not to mention you got paired up with the quiet, kind of dorky guy. 

It only took two study sessions for your mind to change entirely.

His dorkiness quickly became endearing, especially when you realized just how cute he was up close. His messy hair and stupid glasses were stupidly attractive. He was surprisingly jacked under all the layers he normally wore. And, god, his eyes.

If he looked at you with his eyes all wide and innocent-looking one more time, you were certain you’d end up jumping him.

All of that, paired with how cute and blushy he got any time you flirted with him, was the perfect storm: you needed him bad.

You opened the front door of your apartment a little further, allowing him inside. He shuffled just past you, dropping his bag unceremoniously in order to pull off his shoes. You leaned against the wall to observe him as he did, finding yourself watching his every move like a hawk as of late. It was hard not to. You’d certainly had enough dirty dreams in the weeks prior, leading to even dirtier thoughts guiding your hand every time you go that familiar feeling fluttering in your stomach.

You only snapped out of it when he turned to you, his cheeks flushing a bit as he realized you were watching him. Only, you weren’t so nervous. You never were one to shy away from a crush. You merely smiled at him, pulling yourself off the wall and grabbing his arm.

“Come on,” you said, tugging him towards your room.

“W-what?” he blushed harder, quickly grabbing his bag as you pulled him along. “What about the… the living room?”

“My roommate is watching a movie in there with her boyfriend tonight,” you stated, omitting the fact that you asked her to occupy the space that night so you’d have an excuse to get him in your bedroom.

“Oh…” 

“It’s okay. My bed’s comfier anyway. Trust me,” you smirk over your shoulder, loving the fact that you could practically read what went through his mind in that moment.

That was the other thing you found yourself liking about Dave: you could read him like a book. Any time he was nervous, he fiddled with his hands. Any time he was stressed about class, he buried a hand in his hair roughly. And any time he was thinking dirty thoughts, those cute, pouty lips of his opened slightly and his eyes got all wide and round. Not to mention, he’d suck in a shaky breath. It was fucking endearing and horrifically sexy.

And he was doing it right then.

You turned over how you’d get your way as you pulled him into your room, though you knew it probably wouldn’t be hard. He obviously thought you were hot, and you still had plenty of time to do work on the speech before he’d leave.

You let go of him at last, shutting the door behind the both of you. You then shuffled over to your bed, sliding off your slippers before you got onto your bed, kneeling on the soft mattress. You patted the spot next to you, trying not to smile at the fact that he was looking at you as if he was thinking a little too hard about something else again. After a beat, though, he obeyed.

“Attaboy,” you mumbled, just to get another reaction out of him.

He cleared his throat, settling in uncomfortably. “So… Uh…”

“So…” you tilted your head in question, leaning in a little closer to him.

“Uh…” he gulped, looking down at you as you were mere inches from him. “Uh… We’re… Our topic is about killer whales, right?”

“Mhm,” you nodded, blinking your lashes at him. “Guess we gotta figure out how we’re doing it, huh?”

“What?” he squeaked out.

You grinned a little, raising a brow. He sucked in a breath when he finally pulled his head out of the gutter.

“Oh. Right. Right, yeah. How to… how to do it,” he nodded, too quickly to be natural. “Sorry, I don’t know where my head’s at.”

“That’s alright. No worries,” you smiled sweetly, resting a hand on his thigh gently.

He stiffened up physically, and you could only imagine the same happened in his pants. You squeezed his leg for a little extra emphasis. 

“You okay?” you asked.

“Mm… Maybe.”

“Maybe?”

He nodded a little, glancing briefly at your chest. You were in.

“Hey,” you said softly, rubbing up and down his leg. “You don’t need to act so shy. I don’t bite that hard.”

He blinked a few times, chewing on his lip. “I’m just… a little nervous.”

“Why?”

“Well… It’s just that… I mean that, that you’re–”

You chuckled to yourself. “I’m totally fucking with you, by the way.”

“What?” he asked, his voice high pitched.

“I said I’m fucking with you,” you repeated, sliding your hand up to his crotch. “Ooh. Someone’s excited, huh?”

“Uh…” he squeezed his eyes shut. “I’m sorry.”

“For what?”

He paused, breathing heavy. “I don’t know.”

You laughed fully, moving your hand away again. He breathed out a sigh of relief, though you made sure to stop his relaxation in its tracks. You swung a leg over his hips, settling down onto his lap. He groaned, his hands grabbing at your thighs immediately.

“What are you doing?” he breathed out, clearly not protesting it.

“I’ve wanted to fuck you for weeks, Lizewski. You can’t seriously be that oblivious,” you muttered before smashing your lips into his.

He let out a shuddering, whiny moan into your lips, kissing you back like he’d been dreaming of it. You hoped he had been. You nipped his lip, getting him to open up for you to slide your tongue against his. He gripped your thighs and hips, his hands greedy as they wandered over your body. 

“You’re so pretty,” he gasped out as you moved your lips across his cheek and down his jaw. “Fuck, I can’t believe we’re doing this.”

You hummed happily, moving your lips down his neck. You licked and sucked at his skin, drawing out a million little sounds from his lips. You nipped at him, then sucked hard on his skin, determined to leave a mark. He moaned your name, squeezing your ass with both hands, relishing in the feel of your body beneath your thin shorts.

“Shh, baby,” you mumbled, licking over the new mark on the base of his neck. “There. Looks real pretty.” “Shit,” he whimpered, trying like hell to move your hips over his.

“Desperate,” you whispered into his ear, obliging him with a roll of your body.

He moaned softly, needy and clearly wanting more. But you wanted to see how far you could push him. You rolled your hips again and again over the obvious erection straining against his baggy jeans. You couldn’t imagine it felt great, but all the same, he wasn’t complaining. He wrapped his arms around your waist, burying his face in your neck, his shaggy hair tickling the underside of your jaw.

“How’s it feel, baby?” you teased.

He merely groaned, staying silent for a few moments. “I… it kind of hurts. But please don’t stop.”

“Here,” you said, going up on your knees. “Pull your jeans down. It’ll feel better.”

He gulped, but quickly obliged your request. He clumsily pulled his jeans down his legs, clearly wanting and ready despite the fact that he looked like a deer in the headlights. You lowered yourself back down, grinding against him once more. He whined softly, guiding your hips with his eyes glued to where your bodies met through the fabric.

“Have you ever done anything like this?” you asked, a little amused at how excited he was.

“Only once… high school girlfriend…” he muttered in response. 

You chuckled softly. “Poor boy.”

He groaned, continuing to move you over his nearly-painful erection. You kissed down his neck, leaving a few marks for him to remember you by when he went to bed that night. He continued letting soft, pathetic noises fall from his lips, practically panting at this point.

“You getting close already, Lizewski?” you whispered, lips brushing his ear.

He merely nodded, his hands gripping you like he was afraid you’d disappear if he let go. He breathed into your neck, chasing his release. But you couldn’t have that.

“You want more, don’t you?” you asked softly, winding your hand in his hair to give it a little tug.

He nodded his head, staring at you with a slack jaw.

“Okay, angel. What do you say?”

“P-please,” he whimpered softly.

You smiled to yourself, moving up on your knees and quickly working to shove his jeans down his thighs further. You paused, glancing up at him with a devilishly sweet smile.

“You think you can manage to pull those off the rest of the way so I can get my shorts off?” 

He nodded earnestly. “Yes. Yeah, I can do that.”

“Good boy,” you patted his leg, then rolled off of him to shimmy out of your shorts and panties, not wanting to wait any longer. 

You’d been patient for what felt like ages now, not jumping on the guy out of respect. But you were only a woman, and you could only put off your desires for so long: especially when he clearly wanted you just as much.

You kept your eyes on him as he pushed his briefs off, laying back on the bed with his chest heaving and hair messy around him. His cock was hard and ready and so gorgeous. He wasn’t massive or anything, but between the coloring and his shape, you were certain it was the prettiest you’d seen. The slightest curve pointing towards his tummy that was now partially exposed from his shirt riding up.

“Wow.”

“What?” He asked breathlessly, looking up at you with wide, wet eyes.

You smirked at his desperation. “You’re just really pretty like this.”

He whined softly, obviously trying not to look at your exposed lower half as you crawled towards him on the mattress again.

“I’m really glad we got paired up for this class,” you admitted, straddling his legs. “Don’t think I would’ve ever considered you otherwise. But now I can’t stop thinking about fucking you.”

“Fuck,” he sighed, his eyes falling shut. “Please.”

“You sound so sweet when you beg.”

“Please,” he repeated, looking at you in utter need, his hands sliding up your thighs and to your hips.

“Shh,” you whispered back to him, reaching down to stroke his firm cock. He practically squeaked, his hips thrusting into your hand. “You’re awfully responsive, huh?”

“Y-yeah,” he all but moaned in response. “God, you’re so pretty.”

“Thanks, honey,” you replied noncommittally, dragging his tip through your folds to gather the slick there. He let out a shaky groan, fingers tightening on your hips.

“Wait,” he exclaimed softly, shaking his head.

You raised a brow, stopping your movements. “You alright?”

“Yeah. No, I’m… I am so good, you have no idea,” he mumbled quickly, still staring at you. “I just… I’d really like to be on top. If that’s okay.”

You chuckled, then nodded, obliging his request. You rolled off of him, laying on your back with your head in the pillows.

“Only because you asked so nice.”

“Thank you,” he said, whiny and needy as he moved between your legs. He let out a breathy moan as he slid his tip against you again. “You’re so soft. Wet.”

“I know.”

“Mm…”

He moaned, nearly looking like he could cry, as he started pushing into you. His eyes were glued to where you swallowed the head of his cock easily, brows knit together as he breathed heavy. 

“God… fuck…” he whined, falling on top of you with his head in your neck, letting himself ease into you. You gasped softly when he finally bottomed out, feeling yourself gush around him. “Fuck. You feel so fucking good. So good.”

“You’re not too bad yourself,” you reply, carding your hand through his hair and tugging it softly.

He lifted his head to take off his glasses, setting them on your bedside table. 

“Thank you. For letting me do this,” he whimpered, his face lowering back to your neck. 

He started thrusting his hips against yours slowly, sucking and biting at your neck as you felt his cock drag along your walls almost teasingly. He breathed heavily, every little needy noise like music to your ears. You ran your nails across his back, wanting to mark him and make him remember you every waking moment of his life. 

“You feel perfect,” he squeaked out, his hips starting to snap harder against yours as he grew more needy chasing his release. “I’ve had a crush on you all year. I can’t believe I’m doing this.”

You chuckled breathily, his body pinning yours to the mattress as his hand gripped the sheets above your head. He moaned at every thrust, practically using your body to get himself off. Not that you minded. It was unbelievably hot to see him so desperate for you that he almost couldn’t help the way he pushed himself into you. 

“I could cum inside you right now,” he moaned again, moving his head to kiss you once. “Promise I won’t. But I could… I’m so close.”

“You can cum anywhere you want.”

He groaned, kissing you again, all tongue and want. “Please… Take off the shirt. Wanna… your tits.”

“Yeah?”

“Please,” he begged, whining as he kept pushing into you. “Please. I’d do anything.”

“Okay, baby,” you complied with a self-satisfied smirk, tugging at your shirt until you were able to pull it over your head. You watched him as he eyes were drawn to your breasts bouncing in your bra before you pulled that off, too.

“Oh, god…”

“You like them, huh?”

“Love ‘em,” he groaned, gripping one of your tits roughly with his hand. “God.”

“Mm…” you moaned a little, back arching into his touch. “Fuck, I’m close, too.”

“Really?” His eyes widened.

“Yeah.”

“Oh, shit. Okay. I’m… fuck, that’s so hot,” he said quickly, looking at you like you’d hung the stars just for him. “I– I’ll make you cum first. Promise.”

“Baby…”

“No, please. I wanna watch you,” he breathed out, eyes moving between your face and tits as he tried his damndest not to cum before you did.

You decided you’d be nice, just this once, and moved your hand between your bodies. You rubbed quick little circles around your clit as he kept railing you into the mattress, trying to get yourself to finish first. He whined as he kept going, squeezing his eyes shut as he clearly put in a lot of effort to hold himself off.

“You’re close?” he checked.

“Yeah. Really close. Almost there.”

“Mm…” he groaned, lowering his head and sucking one of your nipples into his mouth.

That did it.

You gasped, moaning his name as you clenched hard around his dick, soaking him in your release as he thrusted as fast as he could manage. Though you were left empty only a few seconds later as he pulled out, just in time to shoot his seed all over your bare chest. He groaned wantonly, stroking himself a little bit as he finished.

“Holy shit,” he whispered, voice high pitched and whiny. “Holy fuck. Fuck.”

“Yeah?”

He swallowed, mouth hung open as he tried catching his breath. “Uh huh.”

“You’re adorable,” you chuckled, watching as he sat down next to you, still trying to breathe normally again.

He nodded. “God damn.”

You reached for the tissues on your bedside table, wiping the cum off of your breasts as Dave fell back onto your bed in a combination of bliss and exhaustion. You chuckled at his actions, shaking your head.

“I think this makes our study sessions way more fun,” you offered after a moment.

Dave laughed breathlessly. “I think I’ll have to thank our professor.”

[dontyouworrydaddy]

Wicked Games

Benjamin Poindexter x fem!Reader

summary: Dex chasing you through the forest.

warning: MDNI 18+!!, (?semi-) public sex, breeding, rough sex?, chasing, choking, unprotected sex, stalking, face holding, dacryphilia, daddy kink

A/N: listening to dollhouse while writing this btw 🎀

The idea had started as a joke. One careless comment while the two of you walked through the forest trails, hands intertwined.

“You know,” you start. “if you ever decided to become a serial killer, you’d be terrifying one.”

Dex glanced at you from the corner of his eye.

“Why?”

“Because you’re weirdly good at sneaking up on people. But I think I would be able to run away from you.”

“Really? Want me to prove otherwise?” His expression didn’t change. The challenge in his voice sent a shiver down your spine. You laughed anyway.

“Sure.” You say laughing but you obviously don’t mean it seriously. But apparently it was serious enough for Dex.

That was your first mistake. Dex stopped walking next to you, leaving your hand. You took another few steps before realizing he wasn’t beside you anymore.

Turning around, you found the trail empty. Dex no longer to be found, no movement no nothing.

A knot formed in your stomach.

“Dex?” You call out for him but he doesn’t answer. The forest suddenly felt much larger than it had a minute ago.

“Ha Ha. Very funny.” You rolled your eyes but still nothing.

Then, somewhere off to your right, a branch snapped. You spin toward the sound but there was no one. The undergrowth swayed slightly before becoming still again. Your pulse now kicking up.

“Dex? Come on, stop. You proved your point.”

A shadow moved between two trees ahead. Gone before you could focus on it. You started walking a little faster. Every instinct told you he was nearby. He is somewhere watching you and waiting.

You can’t see him, but somehow that made it worse. Because Dex isn’t the kind of person who rushed things. He observes, calculates and then makes a move. He probably enjoys how lost and slightly scared you look.

The forest seems full of him. Every rustle of leaves made your head turn. Every shifting shadow looked like a figure standing just out of sight.

Then you caught a glimpse of him, far off to your left. Motionless between the trees. His dark jacket blends into the shadows but his eyes are fixed on you. He is watching you.

The moment you looked directly at him, he stepped behind a tree and vanished.

“Hell no.” You immediately broke into a run. Panic escapes and you could swear you felt your adrenal glands release adrenaline into your bloodstream, triggering the fight-or-flight response.

The trail started to blur beneath your feet as you sprinted through the woods. For several seconds there was nothing behind you.

No footsteps. No sound. Nothing.

And maybe this should scare you because Dex is still not chasing you. He is letting you think you have a chance to escape him. He wants you to think that you can actually out-smart him.

But then you hear it, the unmistakable sound of someone moving fast through the tree.

You risk a glance over your shoulder and this was a big mistake. Because now you see him. And he doesn’t look like he’s struggling to keep up with you. Just gaining on you with terrifying ease. His focus only on you. The sight alone makes your heart beat even faster than before and you’re suddenly able to run faster than before.

Every obstacle, every root and fallen branch, seems invisible to him. He moves like he’d already predicted exactly where you were going.

“Dex!” The grin on his face is an answer enough.

You push yourself harder. The distance between you barely changed. Instead, the distance started shrinking.

You feel his presence before he touched you. In a rush of a moment, you feel his strong arms warp around your waist. You let out a yelp as he tackles you both into a patch of leaves. The impact knocks the breath from your lungs.

Before you could recover, Dex had already pinned you beneath him. His breathing steady despite the chase. You, on the other hand, were taking deep breaths.

“You really think you could run from me?” The corner of his mouth twitches upward.

You stared up at him, still trying to catch your breath. “You’re insane.”

“You ran.” A faint smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth.

“Because you were stalking me through the woods like a psychopath.”

“I wasn’t stalking you baby. I was just observing you.” Dex replies while holding deep eye contact with you and you see how his eyes are filled with lust. His eyes undressing you and his mind creating unholy scenarios about you. His gaze flicked around the forest as if he was only just noticing.

Leaves clung to both of you. Your hair was a mess. There was probably dirt on your face and somehow he still looked completely focused on you. As if nothing else existed.

The energy from the chase had faded into something more intimate. Something that made your pulse race for entirely different reasons.

His gaze dropped to your lips and you’re trying so hard to stay focused. You’re trying do hard to push the naughty thoughts away because you’re still in the forest. Anyone could walk by and see you. But, fuck, you also need him so bad right now, you can’t wait until you’re back home.

“Dex.” you whispered. He didn’t answer.

Instead, he leans closer. Slow enough that you could stop him if you wanted. Slow enough that the anticipation becomes almost unbearable.

His lips finally meet yours, it was gentle at first. But that doesn’t last long. Gentle never lasts that long with Dex.

The kiss turns into something passionate and intense, both of you trying to assert dominance. But you know damn well you won’t succeed. It’s impossible.

You smiled against the kiss, feeling him pause in brief confusion before he kissed you again. His hand slides up to cup your jaw, thumb brushing against your cheek.

You open your mouth for him to enter push his tongue inside and make contact with your tongue. The kiss now turns into something messy, it sends heat traveling down your body.

Dex breaks away from the kiss and the only thing that still connects your lips with his is the saliva string between you.

His hungry eyes are still focused on you and his hands move towards your jeans. He unbuttons them slowly, ripping them off of you now along with your panties. He removes his jeans low enough only for his hard cock to spring free and slap against his lower stomach, pre cum already leaking from his tip.

Dex starts playing with your clit but he doesn’t give you the satisfaction of pushing his fingers inside you. “Cmon baby. Already this wet for me, think you can do more than that hm?”

His fingers now picking up the speed as he rubs his two fingers against your clit. Your back aching now and you feel your needy pussy pulsing underneath you. You close your eyes at the feeling but that only causes Dex to harshly grab your face with the same fingers he used to rub your clit.

“Don’t you even dare to look away.” Dex warns you before pushing your face away. You do as he says and now watch him spread your legs wide open until he found the perfect position. Now, he’s standing just between your legs, pussy in the open for him and begging to feel his big veiny cock.

“It will only hurt for a second, take a deep breath baby.”

You do as he says and take a deep breath. In the meantime you feel his cock slowly entering your needy cunt, spreading your walls around him. You don’t dare to close your eyes.

He starts moving now, sending deep thrusts inside your wet pussy, hips grinding into you.

Eventually, you feel him picking up the speed. His thrusts become faster and rougher each time. You feel with each time he’s gliding into you how his tip is sweetly abusing your cervix.

Each time he catches you almost closing your eyes he would grab your face and force you to look at him roughly fucking you.

“Look at yourself. You’re doing so good baby.”

“Dex hmph-” You moan his name.

His veiny hands now release your face and instead finds their way around your throat. The view alone made his cock twitch inside you.

He pounds his hips into you. You let out a whine, digging you teeth into your lower lips.

“Such a pretty mess. Hmph- Taking my cock like a good fucking girl. Let me hear you baby.”

“Daddy-” You softly moan which causes Dex to laugh and shake his head. How do you plan on looking at your father’s face after calling Dex daddy on multiple occasion.

“Yeah? Does hmph Daddy’s cock make you struggle mh?”

And as if it wasn’t already overstimulating you, you feel his other free hand move down your body, fingers now simultaneously rubbing against your clit while he is still fucking you roughly. The feeling too overwhelming for you and you feel tears building in your eyes and a sob escapes from you.

“Awww why are you crying?” Dex mocks you with a smirk on his ridiculous handsome face. “Such a mess for me. Such a mess for Daddy.”

As hot tears fall down your eyes, you can feel Dex’s cock twitch inside you at the sight of you crying because of him. It turns him on seeing you with your mouth hang open, you being a crying mess, skin mapped with goosebumps and looking disheveled.

You start clenching around him now, squeezing around his cock which makes it a little harder for him to thrust. Dex whimpers at the feeling.

It starts getting harder for you once you feel yourself holding onto the edge. The urge to cum getting harder to ignore now.

“Please, I need to-” Dex cuts you off before you can finish your sentence.

“I know I know. Think you can hold it in a little longer? I’m almost there.”

“Please, Please Please Daddy let me-.”

“I said hold it in a little longer.” He warns you immediately, voice dangerously low. You cry quietly and shut up, not wanting to anger him again.

After a while, you feel his thrusts become sloppy and his cock starts twitching inside you again. A desperate, pulling ache now forming inside him and the feeling to shoot his hot cum inside your pussy grows louder.

“I’m gonna cum inside you yeah? Fill you up real good.”

It doesn’t take him long until he quivers with the release, painting your walls white with his warm cum. A few seconds later you feel the shockwaves of pleasure wash over you and you cum hard enough to force Dex slightly out of you.

He smiles to himself and pulls out of you, letting himself fall next to you. Both of you taking heavy breaths now.

The warm mixed cum slowly escaping from your pussy catches your attention and the feeling makes you feel a little dizzy.

Dex slowly lifts himself up before kissing your tears stained face, distracting you a little before he pushed the mixture of your releases up inside your pussy again with his two fingers. You gasp at the contact.

“Learned your lesson, baby? You can’t escape from me.”

@poindextersgirlforever @joolapopola @weallhaveadestiny @pearlvirag @angelz-twinstars @mskingbeann Finally finished writing this thanks to you guys xx 🫶🏻

[dexdiaries]

listening to make it hard to steer by holywatr thinking about car sex with dex. in the dead of night, pulling over to the side of some deserted backroad and flicking the headlights off while you tug on his hair and kiss his neck. pulling you over the console and onto his lap, reclining his seat back. big, broad hands hastily traveling over your body as you bite his neck and kiss his jaw. rough fingers dipping under your skirt to find you without panties on, already wet and ready for him. groaning into your hair as he slips his fingers inside you, ducking his head to swallow your mewls and shove his tongue down your throat. you can't get enough, riding his fingers, panting with your nails carving half moons into his skin. dex's other hand comes up to wrap around your throat applying blissful pressure and bringing you impossibly closer to the edge. your body goes taut and he guides you through your first orgasm, voice deep and hoarse with lust. you're fumbling with the zipper of his jeans, his fingers still moving deep inside you, car windows already fogged over. he chuckles darkly, amused by your haste and the way you're trembling because of him. he withdraws his fingers before you can topple over the edge again, making you whine. dex whispers low in your ear, gripping your ass. you're climbing into the backseat now, the anticipation making the blood in your veins sing as your heart beats even faster. he's behind you in an instant, the zipper of his jeans being harshly tugged down. one hand holds your hip while the other grabs a fistful of your hair and pushes your cheek into the frigid window, making you shiver with need. without warning he's shoving his cock deep inside you. you're squealing in surprise and pain and dex inhales sharply, his control wavering as you feel him shake with pleasure. he's drilling into you, car shaking, dex bending over to bite your shoulder and kiss your neck. the hand on your hip travels up to your breasts, sliding under your bra, pinching and tugging on your already-hard nipples. the sensations are all overwhelming; dex's broad body towering over you, the cold air seeping into the car, the sound of him slapping against your ass as he pounds into you. the only coherent thing running through your head is just how good dex is making you feel and knowing there is nothing better than this.

[cyber333angel]

mmm getting needy while you and dex are sleeping in the middle of the night, shaking him back and forth until he wakes up with a grumble— and you just want him soo bad but dex is tired :(

but not wanting his sweet girl to go to sleep without feeling satisfied he rolls his black sleeping shirt up and lets you ride out that ache on his abs!! soaked panties making a mess all over his tummy and your little clit feels so good meshed between his skin and the fabric. your legs are locked on both sides of his waist with your hands on his chest to help you roll back an forth, sleepy whines leaving your lips when you slide your cunt on a specific muscle of his ab. your arousal sticking on his happy trail and it’s making the filthiest sounds,— you you want to get closer to your man so you look down to hook your panties to the side. soppy cunt saddled directly on his stomach and the contact making it feel all the more sensitive for you.

dex is not all the way awake so he’s watching you with lidded eyes, watching his drowsy girl get herself off. but it’s inevitable that he gets hard just from this little show!! now you guys are both up and have to solve this little problem in the middle of the night <3

[missmanlykink]

yes WE will be fucking bobby from backrooms

[iceyngi]

Just Being Neighbourly: Part II

☄︎ Warnings: NSFW, smut, drinking, alcohol, mentions of having kids, my interpretation of the characters - Thragg is more show!Thragg than comic!Thragg, not proofread ☄︎ Pairing: fem!Reader x Thragg ☄︎ Rating: 18+, MDNI ☄︎ Words: 4508 ☄︎ AN: the response to pt.1 was so overwhelming, thank you sm! I hope I did this continuation justice <3, i saw a comment somewhere that said sth like "I know Thragg was just stood outside Vilrtrum for hours waiting for them to pull up just mad as hell" and knew I wanted to encorporate sth like that lmao

The first few shots of Malibu went down a treat, burning your throat and sending warmth through your body. It took four more shots before you couldn’t feel the burn anymore. A further 3 shots and you’d completely forgotten the reason you needed the night out.

“Let’s go dance!” You shouted to your friend, Amber, over the loud music. The lights of the club bounced off of the dance floor, beckoning you both to it.

Your hips swayed to the music pounding from the speakers. You were already keeping to a smooth rhythm, but the alcohol kicking in had your body moving with even more fluidity.

You closed your eyes and let your head roll back to the music. All you wanted to do was be fully in the moment. You didn’t want to think about how the last few weeks had sent your mind through a tornado.

Your neighbour, Thragg, had taken you on a whirlwind. Somehow, the sex got even better than the very first night where you’d barged your way into his home. He’d claim you with such a dominance that you were ruined for anyone else. Those nights, you’d cum so hard you thought a piece of your mind would genuinely explode.

Dominance oozed off of him. He didn’t need to do anything for you to submit. Each time he claimed you physically, you claimed a piece of him emotionally.

He’d whisper to you when he thought you had fallen asleep, telling you stories of a life that you didn’t really understand. Sometimes his voice would soothe you to sleep. He’d grumble but listen intently as you told him about your day or a new show you were watching. For every five words you said, he’d say one, but you knew he was just engaged in the conversation as you were.  

But then, as if a switch flipped, there’d be days of radio silence. He wouldn’t answer the door when you knocked, he wouldn’t respond to the notes you slipped under his door (how he functioned without a phone, you did not know). It was confusing.

You knew this wasn’t healthy but there was something so mesmerising about him. You felt like you knew him beyond surface level, a part of him so deep that even he wasn’t acquainted with. He carried himself like he had the weight of a civilisation on his shoulders. It intrigued you to no end. You didn’t doubt that there were people that relied on him, his aura screamed leader, not that you’d ever seen him interact with others.

That was probably the part of himself that he was keeping from you. It made you want to know him more, break down those walls he had built so high. It meant that, when he came crawling back into your bed, which he did every time, you accepted it. The toxic cycle repeating like a cursed merry-go-round.

“I’m sorry ladies, it’s home time,” Amber’s boyfriend shouted over the music.

“Boooo,” Amber called. Any other time, you would have agreed with her sentiment. Truthfully, you were ready to get out of there. Your mind had begun to wander so much you were already pulled away from the dance.

The three of you fought your way through the crowd and out into the cold night-time air. Your dress was too short for how cold the weather was, but you didn’t dress for the weather, you dressed for how hot you wanted to look.

You weren’t outside for long, climbing into Amber’s boyfriend’s parked car, full of gratitude that he committed to staying sober so you would both be able to have a carefree night.

Amber slides into the back seat with you. Her boyfriend happy to play the role of cab driver.

“I’m so happy that you’re so happy,” you told her genuinely. She’d been with her current boyfriend a few months now and you were just glad she was finally with someone who’d treat her right. Her last boyfriend was too immature.

You gossiped and giggled with Amber the whole drive home. It had been too long since you had last seen her.

You felt the car turning onto your street before you knew it. You started preparing to get out when the car continued forward, stopping further down the road.

“I’m not letting you out there, there’s some huge man stood in front of your apartment block,” Amber’s boyfriend called back to you.

At that, you and Amber turned in your seats to look through the back window of the car. It took your drunk eyes a minute of focusing to realise that the ‘huge man’ stood there was Thragg. He was angrily staring straight ahead, a frown knitting his eyebrows together, and hands crossed behind his back. It had been days since you last saw him.

At the sound of your gasp, he turned to look directly at you, his eyes seeming to gleam in the night. You and Amber quickly turned back in your seats.

“So, um, that’s Thragg.”

“THAT’S him?” Amber gasps, turning back to look at him. “Good job sis.”

“Don’t look at him,” you hissed, pulling Amber to face front. You had told her bits and pieces about him, conveniently leaving out the parts where he’d abandon you for days at a time. It didn’t feel like something she’d be able to forgive and you didn’t want her to hate him. You also knew what whatever you had told her had been passed on to her man.

“He looks mad,” Amber’s boyfriend laughed, “I think you’re in trouble.”

“BIG mad,” she added. “He looks like he’s going to punish you for being out past curfew.” Amber laughed hard at this, you knew it was the alcohol.

They both smiled at you mischievously and Amber’s boyfriend wiggled his eyebrows at you through the rear-view mirror. You were not drunk enough for this nor were you drunk enough to face Thragg.  

“I’m getting out now.” You stumbled out of the car, making you think that maybe you were drunk enough.  

“See you soon, girlie, have a good night.” Amber winked at you as they sped away.

You took a second to compose yourself before walking to the direction of your apartment building. You were determined to ignore the fact that you couldn’t walk in a straight line, made harder by the fact that Thragg was staring you down.

You stopped before him, standing as straight as you could under his gaze. You noticed him his eyes trail down to where your short dress stopped and back up to the goosebumps on your sleeveless arms. You just knew he was thinking about how impractical your outfit was. It left you too exposed. He obviously didn’t understand the power of look good, feel good.

Moments passed with you waiting for him to break the silence. You wouldn’t be the first to speak, two could play his silly game.

“It’s late,” Thragg eventually stated as a matter of fact.

That got an eye roll from you and a look that said ‘well duh’. When Thragg said nothing more, you kept it pushing towards the lobby of your apartment.

“It’s late and you weren’t at home,” Thragg called to your retreating back. Your steps halted but you didn’t turn to face him. You weren’t sure what he was getting at here, and you didn’t want to give yourself the chance to misinterpret his words.

“So, what, you were just stood out here for hours waiting for me to come home?” Your words were coming out so slurred that even you noticed it.

“It’s not safe to be outside when it’s late.” It was too cold and you really were too drunk to have this conversation now. The world had begun to spin and engaging in this would require too much brain power.

“Ok, well thank you for the sudden concern, I’m going in.” You kept walking, turning to take the stairs as you thought that would be the safer option over the shaky lift.  

Thragg followed behind you. “My concern is not sudden, you simply chose not to notice.”

If you weren’t so concentrated on not tripping up the stairs, you might have given his words more attention. He didn’t say another word the rest of the trek up the stairs and as you stumbled into your apartment, his footsteps were silent behind you but you knew he had followed you here too.   

You beelined to the sofa, hoping to rest your eyes for a minute before you prepared yourself for bed. The alcohol lulled you to deep sleep too easily.

You were woken up by the sun shining through your window, you had forgotten to close the curtains last night and now you were paying for it. You groaned, mentally preparing yourself for what it would feel like when you opened your eyes.

You opened one eye at a time, surprised that it wasn’t as painful as you thought it’d be. Just a minor headache, you could deal with that.

You looked around, confused. You could have sworn you fell asleep on the sofa but here you were, tucked under the covers of your bed.  

“Oh shit,” you muttered, hands flying to your head. At least drunk you had remembered to wrap up your hair under your bonnet before passing out.

You looked around the room and saw your dress from the night before on the floor. You threw back the covers, wondering what you were wearing. You were happy to find you’d changed into your nightgown. You were on a roll and you’d had no recollection of doing it.

As you brushed your teeth, you tried to piece together any memories you had of getting ready for bed. You were a little concerned at how there was none. The last thing you remembered was the weight of the sofa as Thragg came to sit next to you.  

You stumbled your way through the apartment to get to your kitchen. You needed water. And food. But mostly water. You came to a halt when you saw Thragg sitting on one of the dining room chairs. He was so huge you mourned for the poor chair trying to support his weight.

“You’re still here?” You were surprised; he was never here in the morning.  

“You begged me to stay.” Thragg spoke so simply, it made the embarrassment spread across your chest to the tips of your fingers.

“That doesn’t sound entirely accurate,” you said.

“I have no need to lie,” Thragg said, raising an eyebrow. “It was right after you chastised me for keeping things from you and just before I prepared you for bed.”

You buried your face in your hands and groaned. You were content to keep thinking that you had somehow gotten ready for bed through your sheer will power alone. You did not need to know that he had dressed you and did up your hair. You supposed you had gone through the routine enough times in front of him that he picked it up. You didn’t realise he was paying any attention.  

You took a couple of deep breaths, telling yourself there was no point dwelling on the past. So what, you had begged your ridiculously hot neighbour to stay with you. So what, he had taken care of you in your drunken state. With one last deep breath, you dropped your hands and continued about your day. You busied yourself in the kitchen, preparing your breakfast and doing your best to ignore Thragg’s presence. It was your turn to pretend like the other didn’t exist.

You sit down at the dining table, mouth salivating at the greasy breakfast food you know will clear this headache.

“I have… responsibilities to my people… from… my hometown.” Thragg’s voice was low, as if the words he was speaking weren’t allowed to be said out loud. There was a question at the tip of your tongue, but you held it back, scared any acknowledgement of what he was saying would stop him talking.

“The leader of our…tribe… trusted me to ensure the endurance of our… village. I failed. Because of my… miscalculation, we lost our home.” You could hear how carefully he’s choosing his words. A part of you felt like it was because he was giving you a half truth but it was better than no truth at all.

“Our numbers have dwindled to a precious few. I cannot let our lineage fade.” Thragg hadn’t made eye contact with you the entire time he was talking. It made the moment feel vulnerable.

“Is that why you were so weird about the birth control thing?” It wasn’t the main question you wanted to ask, but you couldn’t help yourself. He was super weird about it; you remember him muttering something about you having ruined the sole purpose of your mating.

“I must prioritise repopulating… my tribe.” His words carried such a weight that you felt sorry for him. It was clear his sense of duty outweighed his own desires. You wondered if that’s why he put walls up, stopped himself from feeling so that duty could come first.   

“That’s a lot of pressure to put on yourself,” you hoped you weren’t coming across judgemental, it was sort of flattering to think that wanted your genes to contribute to ‘repopulating’ his ‘tribe’. “Have you ever done something just because you enjoy it?”

You looked up to see Thragg genuinely pondering that for what felt like an eternity.

He thought back to all the times that he had mated with you knowing you had no intention of carrying his offspring. In the beginning, he had arrogantly told himself that he could continue mating with you as his ‘superior’ Viltrumite sperm would be able to neutralise the effects of the pill. Anything created by a human couldn’t possibly block the power of Viltrumite DNA.

His scientists on the warship had told him it would not be possible; you wouldn’t get pregnant while on birth control. He restrained himself from killing the scientist that dared to suggest he focus his efforts on another human. Who were they to question him. He had sold himself a delusion that he refused to let go.

You couldn’t fall with child and, yet, he didn’t want to stop trying. He hated that, even without the promise of an heir, he could not stay away. He didn’t want to stop being in your presence no matter how many times he reminded himself of the expectations placed on him. He had wished he still had Argall’s skull, something to hold instead of you. He knew he wouldn’t have been able to face that skull and admit his weakness.

Between matings, he’d spend days at a time in the warship, hoping that creating distance from you would help to get away from the things he felt in his chest that he could not place. It never worked, and days later he’d be back to being your neighbour to continue the cycle.

Humans really were a poison, capable of bringing up the things Viltrumites had spent literal centuries burying. The human lifespan was short, what would be the harm in spending some of that time with you? It would be a whisper of his lifetime. It would do no harm to his overall goal. Thragg had finally stopped lying to himself, and there was no point in lying to you about this.

“Yes,” Thragg finally answered, “the time I spend with you has no purpose minus… enjoyment.”

You couldn’t help the blush that formed across your cheeks. Coming from him, you knew this was basically the same as if he’d written a poem about you.

“You know,” you began softly, “just because I’m not ready to go off of birth control now… it doesn’t mean that I’ll never be.”

Thragg didn’t need to breathe but he suddenly felt his chest tighten. The sheer weight of what you had just offered him felt more powerful than anything he had faced before. He stood up and the chair groaned in relief.

“I am going to leave now,” Thragg announced, his voice tighter than usual. He paused at the door and looked back at you. “I will be back later.”

When he hadn’t returned hours later, you wondered if your quiet admission had scared him off. It hadn’t. He returned while you were watching one of your favourite rom-coms, firmly planting himself down on the sofa next to you. You had strategically been watching them all day, hoping he’d walk in on one and take a hint. You wanted ROMANCE.

The main characters were wrapped up in a passionate kiss when Thragg loudly declared, “kissing is pointless, just a means to delay the mating process.”

You thought back to all the times you’d slept with him. While he had kissed you before, it was never the lips on your face that he kissed. Clearly, Thragg had never had a good fucking snog.

“I’ll have you know,” you said, voice dropping an octave, “the ‘mating process’ as you very strangely call it, is only ever enhanced by a good kiss.”

“I severely doubt that,” Thragg spoke with the defiance of a man who was used to everyone agreeing with him.

“I’ll bet if I kissed you, it’d make you feel good.” You weren’t going to let this go. The more you argued about the merits of kissing, the more likely he’d be to let you show him.

“It would not.”

“Are you saying I can’t make you feel good?” You challenged.

“No,” he mumbled, his face in almost a pout, you couldn’t help but plant a kiss on his cheek.

You took the opportunity of Thragg being frozen in surprise to straddle his hips.

You leaned in close as if you were about to whisper in his ear, instead you bite down on his earlobe, proud when you feel him subtly tilting his head to the side, exposing more of the area to you. You started at his jaw, where his earlobe met his neck, pressing firm kisses along your route until you were hovering over his lips.

His mouth slightly parted, as close as you were, you could feel the blow of every exhale. He allowed you to tilt his head further as you leaned in. You were going at an agonisingly slow pace, shocked that he hadn’t closed the gap himself. He wasn’t usually a patient man. The first touch of your lips sent shivers down your spine. You hadn’t expected them to feel so soft under his moustache.

You touched your lips to his again, hands coming up to cup his face. You ran your tongue against his bottom lip, an invite to open his mouth which he took. Your lips moved slowly with his, trying to coordinate until you both found a steady rhythm.

You pulled back and Thragg followed you. His breath shuddered against your mouth, coming to claim you in kisses once again.  You tilted your head and Thragg deepened the kiss, tongue swiping like he was trying to trace the inside of your mouth.

For someone that had said they wouldn’t enjoy kisses, he sure knew how to.

The whole time, Thragg’s body below his head stayed still as a statue, as if he’d been put under a spell. He clearly wanted to prove to you that he wasn’t caught up in the kiss. His enjoyment was obvious though; you could feel him beneath you straining against the constraint of his trousers.  

“Come and get me,” you whisper against his lips. You felt bold knowing you had gotten him this hard over kisses.

You jumped off of him, taking your shirt off and dropping it to the floor.

Thragg watched as you took a couple more steps then shimmed out of your trousers, leaving them a pile on the floor. Next, you walked out of the room, leaving your left sock. By the time you had gotten to your bedroom, you were completely bare, having left a trail of clothes to your room.

You sat down on your bed, and faced the large mirror that you had conveniently placed there, waiting for Thragg to arrive.

He burst into your room moments later, also having shed all his clothes. He hummed in approval when he made eye contact with you through the mirror, immediately understanding what you wanted. The mattress dipped as Thragg took his place behind you, pulling you flush against his back so you’re sat between his legs. He spread your legs to expose you to the mirror.  

“You want to watch,” he whispered in your ear, “watch as I make you cum?”

You should have been embarrassed at how fiercely you nodded, but your anticipation outweighed any other emotion. You had thought about this a lot. You’d wanted to watch him fuck you and had considered asking how he’d feel about a video recording. You figured you’d have to work your way up to that, so this was the next best thing.

Thragg peppered kisses along your neck, sucking on the sensitive skin there while one of his hands dived between your legs. He ran two fingers through your folds, coating his fingers in your arousal.  

You could see your chest rising and falling quickly in the mirror, sex with Thragg was always good but being able to see and feel his hands touching the most delicate parts of you was taking it to another level. He slid a thick finger, then two into you as his thumb came to circle your clit.  

You groaned; your eyes tried to close but you forced them open. You wanted to watch how your body responded to him. Your legs shifted further apart as if they had a mind of their own, giving him better access.

He started to pump and curl his fingers inside of you. It was too much, he was nibbling your neck, rolling a nipple in one hand, and caressing your pussy with the other. You moaned loudly, head dropping back to rest against his shoulder.

“Keep watching yourself,” he mumbled against the skin of your neck.

You cum faster than you wanted to, the sight and touch overwhelming your senses. You rode this one for a while, hips gyrating as you clenched around his fingers.

He slid his fingers out of you and used two fingers to spread your lips apart. You watched it glisten in the mirror, slick with your arousal and orgasm. You couldn’t explain what seeing his frame tower over you in this position was doing to you.

Your eyes travelled over your bodies and made eye contact with Thragg’s in the mirror again. His eyes were full of desire; you could already feel your arousal building up again.

You became acutely aware of his dick pressed against your back. You reached your hand between your legs, collecting some of the slickness there before moving your hand back between your bodies. He hissed as your hand tightly clasps his dick, you use a mixture of your juices and his precum to work his length. It’s hard and leaking, leaving a wet patch on your back.

Now it’s your turn to watch his pleasure in the mirror. It’s subtle but you could see the way his breath hitched when you gripped him tighter. You could see the way his eyes roll back when you glid your thumb over his leaking slit.

The moment your arm grew tired, Thragg rearranged your position to pin you down on the bed. He hooked a thick arm under your right thigh, hauling your leg up so it’s bent towards your chest. His free arm rested on the mattress beside your head, effectively caging you in.

Thragg sank into you, your evident need proving enough lubrication for a smooth glide. You were tight and hot, gloving around him as if to keep him buried in you forever. He pulled back and slowly thrust back in, watching as you slowly gasped for air, locking eyes with him as he sank deeper into you. You were chest to chest, the leg he wasn’t forcing up was wrapped around his waist, pulling him in impossibly deeper.

He pulled back again, so far only the tip was left in. He slammed back into you in the way he knew you liked. The way that had his balls slapping against your butt. He moaned freely, having learnt that the sounds of his pleasure turned you on.

He lived to watch how your eyes dilated until there was no hint of colour in them. He craved the sounds you made with every snap of his hips. He mixed the pace, messing with you until his name came tumbling from your lips.

“You look so beautiful like this,” he murmured, watching the way you were becoming undone.

The unexpected compliment put butterflies in your stomach, you were sure you even became wetter. You pressed your nails into the back of his head, pulling him down so he could kiss you. The kiss was messy, uncontrolled as he continued thrusting into you. You accidentally clamped your teeth down on his bottom lip, earning a satisfied growl from him.

The sound sent pleasure rippling down your body, settling in the pit of your stomach. At this angle, his thrusts were hitting that spot inside you that had you seeing stars. You gave up trying to kiss, only able to breathe into his mouth as you begged him for more.

“Oh my God, Th- Thragg…” you had lost all ability to think, your mind working in overdrive trying to process the overwhelming desire you felt. Thragg choked back a groan. He really did love hearing his name when you were like this.

You called his name again, a desperate cry that he seemed to understand. He increased his pace, relentlessly jerking into you. He whispered in your ear, cursing in the way you had taught him you liked.

The connection between you deepened, becoming something primal and unspoken. The world fell away as you felt yourself building closer to another orgasm, just needing a bit more stimulation.

You clenched around him as you brought one hand to touch yourself. He was pressed so tightly against you it didn’t take long for the friction to send you over the edge again.

Thragg couldn’t help but shout your name as he released his load into you. He continued weakly thrusting as his dick twitched with his release. You didn’t take your eyes off of him, watching him become a blubbering mess under the force of his orgasm.

He dropped on top of you; his weight was so dizzying and warm you could barely breathe. Even still, you enjoyed the feeling of him crushing you as his dick twitched inside of you.  

You looked at each other through hooded eyes, sharing a silent understanding between you both that this time signalled the first night of the rest of your lives.

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You can read Pt.1 here

tagging: @kaiabellag @strawb3rryp0undcak3s @kitsomito

[iceyngi]

Just being Neighbourly

Warnings: NSFW, ooc!Thragg, smut, penetration, unprotected seggs, contains themes from the comic, not proofread, idk my tenses.

AN: I've done it again cause I can't stop thinking about being fucked into a mattress by Thragg (and Nolan at the same time tbh). Fairly new to writing so please be gentle with me. Happy for comments, suggestions, and constructive feedback x

Rating: 18+, MDNI

Words: 3298

“Do it for the plot,” you had told yourself, but it was easier said than done. Life had become mundane, you got up, went to work, came home, reset, then repeat. You were content at first, fine to focus on getting ahead at work. You’d think about the social aspect of life later. However, a growing part of you kept demanding more until thoughts of being fucked through your, admittedly cheap, mattress consumed almost every waking thought. Specifically, thoughts of your 6’6 neighbour fucking you through your admittedly cheap mattress consumed almost every waking thought.

Too many a night you had spent visualising him towering over you, you’d wondered if his hands would grip your waist with such a strength that would leave bruises or if he’d be an unsuspecting gentle giant. You’d pressed your vibrator closer to yourself as you’d thought about him going down on you, you imagined how his well-groomed moustache would tickle and how frustrated you’d be that you couldn’t run your hands through his hair. Night after night you’d cum to images in your head of him. You didn’t even know his name.

He'd moved in two months ago and, for every day of those two months, he’d been tormenting you without ever even knowing it. You were embarrassed to admit even to yourself that you’d somewhat learnt his routine. You knew what time he’d leave, what time he’d come home, what day he’d bring shopping home, and when he’d take his bins out. In those rare nights where insomnia would be beating your ass, you’d lay awake at night and hear the sound of his door shutting. He’d return back before day light. You knew his routine better than you knew your own. An ‘accidental’ meeting would be so easy for you to force, but what would you even say?

You contemplated your plan of action one evening over an herbal tea. Enough was enough. Tomorrow, you told yourself. Satisfied you had a fool proof plan, you began preparing for bed. It was an unbelievably warm day, your south-facing floor to ceiling windows had let in enough sunlight to make your living room feel like a sauna, so you had left your balcony door ajar. Your hand froze at the door, you could swear you heard the low murmur of a male voice. Excitement and fear rushed through you; what if it was the voice of your neighbour?

Your fool-proof plan hadn’t accounted for this; you so rarely used your balcony that you didn’t anticipate there was a possibility you could run into him there. The fear of rejection almost made you turn away and try again another day, you had planned to spend the evening hyping yourself up, but you pushed ahead anyway, telling yourself you’d do it for the plot.

“…but I’ll not fail our people, Argall, not again.”

“You can’t sleep either huh?” came a question from a voice he didn’t recognise. Thragg turned around to see you standing on your balcony in a sheer nightie, his eyes travelling from your waist, to your slightly erect nipples, to your mouth before finally reaching your eyes. Not that he’d admit it, but the sight of you moved him.

Ever since he’d decided to join his people in the effort to repopulate Viltrum, his body had begun to betray him. That hadn’t changed his mind. He still believed humans to be cattle, nothing more than their use as genetic material. And he still held disgust for Lucan and Kregg for their inability to do their duty, for their affection to lower beings.

He knew his duty; and that duty now was calling for him to mate. That’s the only reason his body reacted the way it did to the sight you. He was sure of it. It had nothing to do with the fact that he’d found your scent intoxicating, he’d open the door as soon as you left for work in the morning hoping to smell the lingering scent. Nothing to do with his fascination with your strong features. Nothing to do with the fact he had noticed you watching him, always seeming to be around whilst he left the apartment to keep up appearances. Nothing to do with the fact that he’d pressed his ear against the wall each night, listening to the sounds of you pleasuring yourself. Nothing.

 “I rarely sleep.”

His eyes tracked you as you moved to lean against the balcony railing. “Rarely sleep, huh? Are you working on something or is it a guilty conscience keeping you awake?”

He doesn’t respond but his body tenses at the mention of guilt. His mind flashes to Argall and the promises he’s not fulfilled, the 1000 years of Viltrumite superiority under his lead meant nothing if it ended in failure, as it currently is. His gaze remained fixed on you as he moved closer to the balcony railing. The air felt more charged the closer he got to you, even with the space between the balconies physically separating you.

“Guilty consciences are for the weak.”

He watched as you threw your head back in laughter, a sound he couldn’t help but enjoy.

“Fair enough, tough guy.” He watched you watch him. Neither of you spoke as you eyed him. His gaze was intense, you hadn’t realised how brown his eyes were.

“So, are you going to tell me your name or do I need to keep calling you Maximus?”

He was so caught off guard by the name that he almost missed you telling him yours. “Maximus?” he questioned.

“Yeah, I figured a guy with your build had to have some sort of gladiator name.”

Thragg recognised it as it was, a compliment. He had studied enough about human culture to understand he should probably give you one back if he hoped to mate with you. “I’m Thragg,” he stated, his voice clipping the air with authority. “And you… you are sufficient for my plans.”

“Is that your way of calling me pretty?” you teased.

Thragg doesn’t respond, but you could swear you see his eyes soften and the corners of his moustache twitch.

“It’s getting cold, I should head back inside… if you ever wish to talk or not talk, you know where to find me.” He noticed the way your voice drops when you say “not talk”, a hint that even he was able to pick up.

“Likewise,” he found himself saying before turning to walk back into his apartment.

The moment the balcony door closed, he dialled for his general. “Kregg, your counsel is requested on the topic of Earth women. Get here at once.”

It had been hours since Kregg had come and gone, Thragg didn’t even notice that the sun had risen and set in the time he was sat thinking about what Kregg had shared. He stood up, getting ready to make another trip to his warship stationed on the moon before a faint knock at his door stopped him.

He stood, body frozen, and, for the first time in his life, he was unaware of what to do. If it were one of his generals at the door, they would have notified him. Hell, they wouldn’t have even turned up without having been summoned. He waited a few seconds and, when he heard nothing, continued on to the balcony. If he took off quietly, he was sure he could get away undetected.

A second, louder, knock came. He contemplated ignoring it, not in the mood to engage in human socialisation before his mind drifted to you and the silent agreement you’d made the night before.

By the third knock, you’ve lost confidence. You hadn’t expected him to answer, but you also had expected him to answer. You’d spent an hour in the shower preparing yourself for the event that he’d answer. You’d come over in your cutest (shortest) dress for the event that he’d answer.

Just as you began to turn away in disappointment, the door swung open. You jumped & screamed in surprise and embarrassment flooded your face at your outburst.

As per the conversation last night, Thragg stared down at you silently. You weren’t going to let that intimidate you this time.

“I baked some high-protein banana bread and accidentally made too much. So, I thought I’d bring some over for you rather than letting it go to waste,” you said, hoping he doesn’t notice that you’re lying through your teeth. The bread was the best of the many excuses you’d made up in your head to visit him. When he still said nothing, you continued rambling on. “Since you obviously work out, I thought you’d want some, it tastes really good.” Another lie, you can’t bake for shit.

Thragg looked down at your attempt at baking, even in his short time on Earth, he could tell that what you held in your hands was inedible. It was a pathetic attempt at an offering but somewhat charmed him. A ghost of a smile played on his lips, almost as if his body wanted to smile but couldn’t remember how to.

You knew the charade was up. “Are you going to invite me in or what?”

Thragg wordlessly moved to the side, gesturing you in.

You looked around, the place didn’t look lived in at all and you wonder if he really lived like this. “Nice place,” you complimented anyway, you were raised to be polite. “A bit… minimalist. Are you a monk or something?” You asked, not waiting for an answer as you continued walking around.

Thragg watched you moving through his space, his eyes tracked your every movement. He watched you as you nosily entered and exited different rooms, following behind you like a loyal pet. He could feel the nerves rolling off of you and that made the predator in him even more excited.

When you found the kitchen, you set the tray of banana bread down on a counter. You were aware he’d been following you, but you were still surprised when you turned around and came face-to-face with warm, steel chest.

You looked up through your lashes, eyes connecting with Thragg’s as he looked down on you. There was something so menacing and degrading with how he looked at you but you ignored the red flag as heat pooled in your belly. The intensity of his gaze had you looking away. His hand came to grab your chin, forcing you to look back up at him.

“Mmm, yes,” he murmured as he began swiping his thumb against your lower lip, his voice sounded a few octaves lower than usual.

He picked you up and you expected him to set you down on a counter, instead he kept lifting until you were face to face. Instinctively, you wrapped your legs around his waist and arms around his neck, breath hitching as you watch his eyes flicker down to your lips. You licked your lips, mouth salivating at the prospect of kissing him as he slowly leaned forward.

Your mind ran back to all the first kisses you’d had in your lifetime, some were great, some were poor, some had you genuinely believing that you’d been swept off of your feet. None of them were like this. Had Thragg not been holding you up, your legs genuinely would have caved in.

His body was so hot against yours, the kiss so messy and desperate that your mind was dizzy. You hadn’t realised you’d moved from the kitchen until your back hit the bed.

Thragg pulled away from the kiss. An uncomfortable feeling of pride settled within him as he saw how utterly dishevelled you were from his kiss. He did that to you.

If it were up to Thragg, he would have taken you right there and then, his patience wearing thin as his cock strained against his shorts.

He contemplated what Kregg had told him about human mating; he knew that human women especially liked to be warmed up before penetration. A kiss was good, but disappointing without real foreplay. He could rush this with you and hope that the one attempt would be enough to have you with child. But he wondered if he could live with your disappointment.

Or, he could be strategic, give you an experience so addicting you’d be coming back for more. He told himself that what he was about to do was just to have you come back for more to increase the chance you’d get pregnant.

Thragg knelt at the side of the bed, placing each one of your legs over each of his shoulders. His shoulders so broad that you were basically spread eagle in front of him, giving him an eye-level view of your soaking pussy. He hummed in approval as he saw you had chosen to go pantyless.

He began pressing kisses along your thigh, enjoying the way your breath hitched as he got closer to your core. He gently blew on your clit, cock straining as he watched in fascination at your hole clenching around nothing. He did this a few more times before sliding a finger between your folds. He didn’t slide his finger into you nor did he touch your clit, he just kept wetting his finger in your juices. Touching you but not really touching you.

He was teasing you, you realised. “I’m not above begging, please… Thragg... please touch me… please,” you moan.

“Look at you, desperate for me.” He had meant it to sound demeaning; it was pathetic how your body craved him so openly. His words only seemed to turn you on more.

“I am, I am so desperate for you.”

He was always so in control with himself; he couldn’t understand the sudden craving he had to palm himself through his shorts. His reaction disgusted himself. The sound of your pleas and begging for him made you sound weak, but it also made him feel weak. He couldn’t fight it anymore. Telling himself that giving it had a purpose. He knew what he was about to do was unnecessary in breeding but that didn’t stop his mouth for salivating as he inched closer to your pussy. That didn’t stop him from telling himself how necessary it was to give you this.

 “I’ll give you want you want, pretty girl.” His praise melted you as you opened your legs wider to accommodate him.

The first swipe of his tongue against you had your hips bucking and eyes rolling back. You’d expected the moustache to tickle, but you hadn’t expected it to provide a sensation that had you clenching.

Thirst like he’d never experienced before claimed him. He moved into action as if his life and the future of Viltrum depended on it. He alternated between licking and sucking on the area you were most sensitive. Thragg hummed in pleasure at the sounds of your moans and the taste of you. He had never had a meal like this before. He could feel your nails digging into his scalp, crying out as he began circling your clit with his tongue. You were frozen, unable to string together anything more than a moan.

“So… delicious,” he mumbles as he moved down to shove his tongue inside you. His thumb comes to circle your clit. You tried to hold the orgasm off, not wanting this feeling to stop.

“I’m... I’m gonna cum,” you said.

“So, cum.” Your body obeyed Thragg’s command, coming so hard you closed your eyes, seeing stars.

In that moment, he understood why Kregg had disobeyed a direct order. Why Lucan had refused to upset his mate. In that moment, he’d never do anything that might make you deny him the chance to taste you again. If their mates tasted half as good as you did, if they looked half as pretty as you did right now, he could forgive them for their betrayal.

The aftermath of your orgasm left you dazed. “That was…wow,” you whispered, wishing you could think of another adjective.

“We’re not done yet.” You looked up in time to see Thragg step out of his shorts, cock standing to attention. You took a moment to admire it before wondering where he was going to fit all that.

Thragg gripped your hips, fingers sinking into your soft skin with a pressure that you knew would leave a bruise. Part of you smiled, finally having that question answered. With effortless strength and a dizzying speed, he had you flipped onto your stomach, face down by the head of the bed.

You felt the bed dip as he straddled you, he grabbed your wrists and pinned your arms behind you with one hand, using the other to lift your hips slightly to aid his slide into you. Your body was consumed. He was too filling, too big, too much but your body revelled in the burn of being used like this.

“You said you were desperate for me,” he murmured, thumb digging into your hip bone. “Let’s see if your body can handle what it’s begging for.”

He gave you no time to react, fully entering you with a single, devastating thrust that knocked the wind from your lungs. You let out a muffled cry into the pillow, raising your ass up instinctively.

Every thrust felt like it was reaching deep inside of you, you had never felt something like this. It felt like too much and not enough all at the same time. The bed frame groaned under the rhythmic force. You felt like you were being conquered and the thought made you clench around him. At that, his thrusts faltered. You did it again, clenching hard as if you wanted to trap him inside of you.

Your moans, his soft grunts, and the sound of skin slapping was all that was heard. He felt a wave of possessiveness over your body so strong that it eclipsed thoughts of his duty, of Viltrum, even of Argall. All he wanted was to hear you scream his name.

“Tell me,” he growled, leaning down so his hot breath hit your ear. “Who am I?”

“Thragg,” you chocked out, finders clawing at the sheets. “Thragg, my Thragg.”

The sound of his name on your lips was the final blow to his restraint. He let go of your wrists, hands coming down either side of your head. His arms acted like pillars blocking you in as he continued to drive into you.

You clench one more time and he came with roar that was muffled against the back of your neck. You instinctively clench, milking him for all he’s worth. The heat of him inside you was molten hot, he kept you pinned beneath him and you began rutting against the bed, chasing your second release.

Every muscle in your body coiled tightly before finally snapping, leaving you shuddering beneath him.

You don’t know much time passed when he finally pulled out of you. He flipped you over and spread your legs wide, watching his release pour out of you and looking very proud of himself.

“Good thing I’m on the pill,” you grinned, feeling just how much of his seed was still sat inside you.

“What is this pill you speak of?” Thragg questioned.

“Fucked you so good you’ve got memory loss,” you laughed. The silence was heavy; you looked at him and noted the genuine confusion on his face. Surely a man like him had slept with many women, and at least a few of them must have been on the pill, you couldn’t possibly be the first… right?

“Birth control pill,” you continued, “don’t want me getting pregnant right!”

Thragg just stared up at the wall in disbelief, what had he gotten himself into.

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AN 18.05 - I hope you enjoyed! Read Part II here

[mclovingoonette]

THE END HAS ME PISSING 🤣

[theartofsimpatry]

Thragg losing his virginity headcanons 🔞‼️💪🏻👨🏻

-INTENSE is always a good word to describe him

-Some won’t like this but Thragg is a virgin…. Sex wasn’t something he did

-It was only a few years after his adult day when Argall died and he had spent those years shadowing Argall to become his heir

-When he took up the position of grant regent, he had to spend all of his time ruling the empire and had no time to even think about mating

-Plus the remaining Viltrumites are either related to Thragg or he’s simply not interested

-Until he came to Earth and met you

-Thragg is surprisingly gentle but intense at the same time

-Tell him what makes you ready for mating and he’ll do it. He’s worried that he might hurt you if he isn’t careful about your “alien” anatomy

-Whether its licking your pussy and sucking on your clit while maintaining direct eye contact with you. Or licking your asshole to prepare you while you squirm in his arms

-And you’ll need to prepare for him because he’s massive. He’s around 9” and thick as fuck💔

-The first time you mate with him, even with all the preparation, you felt like you were going to split apart. You felt like his cock was pounding your guts in

-While you’re under him, barely able to speak from it all, he’s silent above you and thrusting in and out of you

-Sex feels good to him, you’re so warm and tight and his cock is swelling so much inside of you

-He’s hasn’t jerked off since he was a juvenile and since he’s never mated before, he has forgotten how good it feels to release his seed

-Thragg has to grab the bed frame above you, if he grabbed you with this strength, he’ll surely break you

-It takes him 30 minutes of pounding for him to finally cum inside of you,

-Cums gallons inside of you, his cum pours and squirts out of you when he finally pulls out

-If you hadn’t passed out, congratulations! He immediately leaves you to work because sex is over now and he’s got work to do 😑

-If you had passed out, there’s a good chance you’ll be greeted by the servants who were ordered to take care of you

-Either way, the only aftercare you get is from servants

-Despite his apparent coldness, he thinks about the encounter the entire day as he works

-It felt so good… not just the sex part but you wrapping your arms and legs around him and embracing him as he fucked you

-Thinking about the encounter makes his cock twitch and he finds it annoying as he’s trying to rule

-When Thragg is back to his own chambers, he orders the servants to bring you there again for the night, he’ll finally have an outlet for these impure thoughts

[mclovingoonette]

STOP calling my phone WGFTTT

[theartofsimpatry]

THRAGG SMUT IMAGINE ‼️🔞

Thragg would you want you to ride him as he sits on his throne. The servants are ordered away so he can be the only one to enjoy this view of you. Your moans were music to his ears.

“Is this the best humanity can do?” Thragg asks as you struggled to take his cock inside of you. “I-I’m trying…” You moaned out, it’s not your fault he was so fucking big.

“Pathetic.” Thragg suddenly grabbed your waist and slammed you back onto his cock roughly. You felt as though he knocked the wind out of you. You could only cry out when he started *using* you like human-fleshlight.

“Even those inferior life forms of Thraxa could handle me better than you.” All you could do was let out moans and the occasional scream. He was so fucking big. Him and his stupid superior cock.

[mclovingoonette]

OUU shii

[cyber333angel]

thinking Thoughts of freak4freak fbi!dex and gf!reader and i need to know ur input, both of them are inexperienced virgins n one night she asks him to only put the tip in but when he does poor dex gets so overwhelmed with pleasure he starts to push himself in, mindlessly apologizing to his poor gf who’s starting to get so cockdrunk that she wraps her legs around dex’s waist. as he’s about to cum he’s begging for reader to loosen her grip around his waist, she refuses n makes him finish inside, both of them absolutely spent and passing out to deal w the consequences later 🤭

omll he would be whimpering and everything 🤤🤤

I just know he gets lost in between your legs every time, like it’s hard enough for him to pull out of your sweet pussy and here you go clinging on to him like that :(

he’s rocking his hips back and forth desperately and chanting how he’s gonna cum and you just don’t let him leave. wrapping your legs around his waist and pulling him onto you and kissing all over him, “want it inside dex.. k-keep going, want it all inside!” you’ll whine, covering his neck with your lips all needy.

awhh poor baby is just begging for you to loosen up or else he’ll make a mess in your tummy, “jus-just wait a second—i can’t im gonna-“ dex whimpers in your shoulder and soon enough he spills inside.. hot ropes panting the inside of your hole and its soo much, dex fills you up so good <33

I feel like it wouldn’t hit him until later that this could be a big problem and he’s asking if you want plan b or something cos he’s never don’t that before.. he doesn’t want you to regret being stuck with him or anything but you just kiss him and tell him it’s okay

[chaacakez]

“Gonna put a baby in you.”

f!reader

MDNI.

You knew you were in trouble the second he pinned you down.

His massive frame caged you against the bed, one rough hand gripping both your wrists above your head while the other guided his thick, veiny cock through your soaked plump folds. You were already dripping, but you still shook your head frantically, thighs trying to close around him.

“W-wait! we can’t do this!” you whined, voice all soft and cutesy even as panic laced it. “Not inside… please, we can’t risk it!…”

He just smirked, dark eyes gleaming with hunger as he rubbed the fat head of his cock up and down your puffy slit, coating himself in your slick. “Shh, baby. Just relax for me.”

You gasped sharply as he started pushing in. He was so big. Stretching your tight little cunny open inch by inch until your eyes watered. “s’too big… slow down… m’not ready!-“

But he didn’t slow down. He sank deeper with a low groan, bottoming out in one long, powerful stroke until his heavy balls rested against your ass. The pressure was insane. You could feel him in your belly, bulging slightly under your skin.

“F-fuuuck… pull out pleasee..” you whimpered and whined, squirming hard beneath him, trying to twist away even as your walls fluttered traitorously around his girth. “We can’t… I’m not on anything…”

He leaned down, pressing a surprisingly soft kiss to your tear streaked cheek while his hips started rolling, slow, deep thrusts that dragged every thick inch along your sensitive walls.

“You say that,” he murmured, voice rough and low, “but this greedy little cunt is sucking me in so tight. Listen to how wet you are.”

The filthy squelching sounds of your soaked pussy filled the room with every thrust. You bit your lip hard, trying to hold back the whiny moans spilling out, but it was impossible. Each drag of his cock against that spongy spot inside you made your toes curl and your brain fuzzy.

“N-no… we can’t make a baby…can’t be a mommy yet…” you protested weakly, voice cracking into a high pitched squeak when he suddenly snapped his hips harder.

“Yeah?” He growled softly, releasing your wrists so he could grip the backs of your thighs and push your knees toward your shoulders. The new angle made him grind even deeper, battering your cervix with every thrust. “Then why is your pussy clenching like it wants to keep me?”

You shook your head desperately, fresh tears slipping down your flushed cheeks. “P-please… pull out when you’re close… promise me…”

But his cock felt too good. Too thick. Too deep. Every thrust sent sparks of white hot pleasure shooting up your spine. Your protests grew quieter, turning into broken little whimpers as he fucked you harder, skin slapping wetly against skin.

He noticed the shift.

“Look at you,” he cooed, voice a mix of rough dominance and soft affection. One hand slid between you, thumb rubbing slow circles over your swollen clit while he kept pounding into your dripping cunt. “Still trying to say no, but your hips are pushing back on my dick. Such a bad liar, princess.”

You let out a pathetic sob as another orgasm crept up on you fast. “m’not… I can’t… we can’t! oh god, right there-!”

Your back arched hard as you came, cunt spasming wildly around his pistoning cock. Slick gushed out around his thickness, soaking his balls and the sheets beneath you. The pleasure was so intense your vision blurred.

He fucked you straight through it without mercy, hips snapping relentlessly.

“See? Your body knows what it wants,” he rasped, leaning down to suck your hard nipple into his mouth, biting just enough to make you squeal. “This tight little pussy is begging to be bred.”

“N-nooo…” you started, but the word dissolved into a slutty moan when he folded you completely in half, mating press position, and drove into you even deeper. His heavy balls slapped loudly against your ass as he railed you, cockhead kissing your cervix on every thrust.

The resistance in your head was cracking. His cock was ruining you, stretching you so perfectly, hitting every spot that made your brain melt. You could feel yourself getting addicted to the fullness, to the way he owned your cunt so completely.

Still, you tried one last time, voice small and whiny. “Please… don’t cum inside… I’ll do anything…”

He chuckled darkly, sweat dripping from his chest onto your bouncing tits. “Too late, baby. I’m gonna fill this womb up. Gonna put a baby in you tonight. And I mean it.”

The words should have scared you more. Instead, a fresh gush of slick flooded around his cock. Your walls fluttered harder.

He felt it.

“Fuck… you like that, don’t you?” His voice dropped, rough but tender as he kissed your trembling lips. “Your little cunt just squeezed me so tight when I said it. Don’t you dare lie to me.” He mumbled that last part but it picked up on your ears anyways.

You shook your head weakly, but your hips were rolling up to meet his thrusts now, chasing that devastating pleasure. “s’ too much… feels too good… m’ cunt’s gonna break…”

“Let me break it.” he growled, pounding you harder. “I’ll put my baby right in there.”

Your mind was slipping. The constant deep strokes, the way his thick cock bullied your insides, the filthy wet sounds.. it was all too much. Resistance melted away as another orgasm crashed over you, even stronger than the last.

“Ahh- fuck!” you cried out, nails digging into his shoulders. Your legs shook violently in his grip as you squirted around his cock, soaking his abs.

When you came down, panting and sobbing, the words that left your mouth surprised even you.

“…more…”

He paused mid thrust, eyes darkening with satisfaction. “What was that baby?”

You whimpered, face burning with shame and lust, voice all cutesy and broken. “Feels too good… your cock… my pussy wants it… please don’t pull out…”

A wicked, proud smile spread across his face. He kissed you deep and filthy, tongue claiming your mouth while he started fucking you again. Slower this time, but harder, deliberate breeding strokes.

“That’s my good girl,” he praised softly, voice husky. “Tell me what you want.”

You whined loudly, legs wrapping around his waist as you gave in completely. “Want your cum… please cum inside… breed me… wanna feel it dripping out…”

“Fuuuck,” he groaned long and hard, losing some of his control. His hips snapped forward brutally, rearranging your insides with every thrust. “Gonna knock you up, baby. Gonna make this belly swell with my kid. These tits are gonna get so full and heavy.”

“Yes! yes please!” you moaned like a slut, all earlier protests gone. Your hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as you rocked your hips desperately to take him deeper. “Want your baby… wanna be your pretty mommy… fill me up, please!-”

He growled in satisfaction, pinning you harder as he chased his release. His cock swelled inside your fluttering cunt, veins pulsing against your walls.

“Gonna cum deep,” he warned, voice rough. “Take every drop like a good breeding slut.”

You nodded frantically, eyes glossy with pleasure. “Please! cum in my cunt! wanna get pregnant!-”

With a deep, guttural groan he slammed into the hilt and exploded. Thick, hot ropes of cum blasted straight against your cervix, flooding your womb in heavy pulses. There was so much it swelled in lower belly slightly, excess seed leaking out around his cock despite how tightly you gripped him.

You came again just from the feeling, shaking and sobbing his name as your pussy milked him for everything he had.

But he didn’t stop.

He kept grinding deep, fucking his cum further into you, making sure it took. Soft kisses peppered your face while his rough hands stroked your thighs soothingly.

“Such a good girl… taking my load so well,” he murmured tenderly. “Look at this messy pussy. All creampied and bred.”

You whimpered happily, nuzzling into his neck, legs still locked around him. “More… please… give me another load… wanna be so full…”

He laughed softly, flipping you over onto your stomach without pulling out. He pressed your chest down, ass up, and slid back in with a wet squelch.

“Greedy little thing,” he teased, voice warm with affection even as he started pounding you again. “Don’t worry, princess. I’m nowhere near done breeding this cunt.”

He fucked you for hours like that… rough, possessive thrusts mixed with gentle kisses and filthy praise. By the time he pumped his third massive load into your overflowing pussy, you were a blissed out, cum drunk mess. Your belly was visibly bloated with his seed, thighs trembling, pussy tender, red, and swollen. Leaking thick white streams down your skin.

You lay there panting, stuffed and claimed, a dizzy little smile on your flushed face.

He pulled you into his arms, one big hand resting possessively over your lower belly.

“Good fucking girl,” he whispered, kissing your forehead.

“Gonna look so beautiful all round and pregnant with my baby.”

You just hummed contentedly, already aching for the next round.

 Toji Fushiguro, Ryomen Sukuna, Katsuki Bakugo, Geto Suguru, Dabi, Nanami Kento, Choso, Hawks, Tengen Uzui, Sanemi Shinazugawa, Erwin Smith, Sasuke Uchiha, Itachi Uchiha,Gojo Satoru

me at ur baby shower in a few months boo..👀🌚🌚

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[inkivaari]

Omg thrag having the craziest breeding kink after getting together with reader . Like yeah before he just did it for the empire now it’s personal 🚶‍♀️

oh god yeah like you wouldn't BELIEVE- after that first pregnancy of yours? watching that gorgeous little belly swell with the fruit of his loins? forsaking his imperial duties to fuck you through your mood swings and tend to your cravings?

shiiiiiiit, he even got hard watching you in labour, screaming and crying while you birthed his heir. he was quick to demand to the physician when you could be inseminated again.

after a while, he stops visiting the concubine chamber. no need to. he sells them off to lower members of the court, and his focus becomes singular. that cunt is his. it is his own personal fount of creation, it's art, it's a portal to an eternal legacy, where his heirs shall be grown and brought forth, and they'll be as devastatingly beautiful as you, while being beautifully devastating as all future emperors and emperesses should be.

he doesn't even let you swallow his cum anymore after you blow him in his study. no, he's yanking you out from under that desk and shoves you down onto his cock so his load goes inside you, then he'll fuck it deep into you, ramming you down on him while you loll on his chest like a ragdoll, and he cums and cums and cums for as long as he needs to, to ensure his seed is as deep as he can push it, hijacking your uterus whenever he feels like it. it's rare to find you off that cock nowadays.

[mclovingoonette]

OUU shii

[dontyouworrydaddy]

hi! could I request a p2 for the jealous reader fic? how dex copes during the sex ban, and maybe how he is when the ban ends?

Night of my Life

Benjamin Poindexter x fem!Reader

warning: MDNI 18+, smut, creampie, missionary, rough sex

A/N: Karen, thank you for your service. THE WAY DEX WAS LOOKING AT HER DURING THAT SCENE???? That’s all I gotta say to my queen. I finished writing this earlier but tumblr decided to not save it🥲 So I’m sorry if it’s written poorly :(

The past four weeks has been hell for Dex. He never thought you meant it when you told him that he’s on a sex ban.

Every single time he tried to initiate sex with you, you reminded him of this ban. Every. Single. Time.

But the ban itself wasn’t that bad. Even through all he could think about was your sweet pussy drenched in his release.

It was worse.

You teased him.

You were on top of him, dry humping until he let out a soft plead.

You kissed him with so much passion, he internally hoped you forget about the ban and start taking off your clothes.

But that was never the case.

So now he wasn’t going to hold back.

Instead, he will take his sweet time showing you how much he missed fucking you stupid.

“You enjoyed watching me lose my mind huh?” Dex asked you while thrusting deep inside your pulsing pussy.

Your head fell back as soon as you Dex started picking up the speed.

“Sweet pussy forgot how big I am.”

Dex’s tongue dances around your hard nipples which causes you to let out a wet moan.

The Tip of his hard cock kisses your cervix each time he rolls his hips into you with swift, rough and fast movements.

“Oh fuuuuck.” you moan and Dex laughs at how you’re completely crumbling underneath him.

The feeling of his cock entering your warm and wet walls makes you feel euphoric. Your legs spread away any further to let him sink into you deeper until it’s physically impossible for him to get nearer.

His hands dance around your body, holding, playing and softly slapping your body. He doesn’t intend on holding back, no, he wants you to feel what you did to him in the course of over the four weeks.

Eventually, after all the rough thrusts inside your needy cunt, you feel the knot in your lower stomach forming and it becomes impossible to hold it in. Your body is practically screaming at you to let yourself release all while he is still fucking you senselessly.

And when you do, Dex doesn’t stop. No, he keeps fucking you with the same pace. Pushing all your cum back inside your whole.

“Dex!” you scream his name.

“Yes baby! Scream my name.”

If your neighbors don’t come tomorrow and complain about the noise disturbance, then you’re not sure if they’re either deaf or lucky for them, they weren’t home. You hope it is the second option.

Dex cums inside you the third time now but he doesn’t slow down. Caging you in his arms, he continues fucking your pussy with the same pace. Pushing his cum deep inside you. Your walls were now decorated with his white paint and you feel cock drunk. Can’t think of anything anymore. All you feel is how Dex fucks you and how good you feel.

“good girl. Good fucking girl. Taking me so well hmph-.”

His balls start twitching with his cum, begging him to escape into your already cum filled pussy.

You screaming out his name while he fucks you senselessly is music to his ears. The soft moans, whines and whimpers leaving your mouth are enough for him to cum. But your sweet pussy was the cherry on top. Taking his huge size very well, as if designed just for him.

“Missed your pussy so much.” Dex confesses while he rests his forehead against your sweaty forehead.

Your hot breath hitting his face. He finally lets himself loose and cums inside you, mixing with your release.

He stays inside you for a second, breathing for a second.

“Think you can take another round?” he asks you with a stupid grin plastered on his face.

You nod even though your legs are a shaking mess.

[honeysucklewatr]

18+ benjamin poindexter is big, needy, and pathetic.

at first you were afraid of what bullseye can do.

you didn’t know benjamin poindexter, but you knew of that other side of him. the blood on his hands that he acted like didn’t exist or just didn’t care to dwell on. how capable he is of destruction that it followed him everywhere he went.

but then he met you.

well, first he followed you. he found your address and place of work. found your parents house and your coworkers husband who stared too long at you when he picked up his wife.

dex watched you walk home from afar because someone should make sure you’re safe, right?

but you’re attentive and when he starts to get closer, you notice him. he’s not hard to miss, all that muscle mass and that deafening stare. you lock eyes with him at the grocery store. then, at your local coffee shop when he lifted his hat and visibly gulped. he finally builds up the courage to talk to you then and buys you a cup of coffee, plus some sweet pastry because he knew you hadn’t eaten yet, even though you didn’t tell him.

though when he slips up that the gym by your house is nice, you just knew.

“did i mention i lived around there?” you blink at him.

his smile reaches his eyes, crinkling beautifully. “i believe so.”

calling his bluff and inching closer, you press on, “i believe you’ve been following me, Benjamin.”

everything in his face drops and his expression falters. “no… i just—i saw you and i thought,”

“—it’s okay,” you smile, lifting your drink and sipping slowly. eye’s glued to his as they began to soften. “i can learn things too. really interesting things officer.”

he blinks hard, “i didn’t tell you about my job…”

“and yet? you’d be surprised how much information you can find online.”

the words die in his mouth and he’s left dumbfounded and speechless. still, he stays and he asks for number. you give him it. you could ask him to anything and he’ll say yes or soundlessly change the odds so they’re all in your favour. it’s not coercion and it’s almost worse than obsession, but the control is all in your hands. he is at your beck and call willingly.

so when he you’re mad at him, he doesn’t know what to do. he just falls apart.

“please,” he begs over the phone, “i’ll be good i swear. i’ll stop fighting just let me come home.”

from his tone you could tell he was just done crying and it just sounded pathetically beautiful.

“this is not your home. this is my house.” you coo as you stir your dinner. “stop calling me dex.”

you hang up without listening to the rest of his pleading. though less than 10 minutes later, he’s at your front door, begging again.

“baby,” eyes red and puffy, “i need you, i can’t breathe without you. please, please, don’t cut me off again, just—” he breathes as he ghosts his arm by your shoulders like he’s asking for permission. “can i please stay?”

you sigh and let him inside the house. he silently walks in, muttering a quiet thank you as he passes you. as soon as you close door and turn, dex is already on his knees.

“what the hell are you doing dex?”

dropping to his knees, his hands caress the backs of your thighs, dropping his head and burying it between them. gripping you tightly like he could bare letting go. “please take me back. nothing is good without you and it’s making me fucking sick, please,” practically blubbering at this point.

he was so strong and his biceps wrapped around you effortlessly. you could feel the strength just radiating off of him always, like an ever glowing essence.

you sigh, hand touching the nape of his neck and travelling up through his hair while he hums in contentment, “please stand up.”

the sound that he makes was teetering the line of desperation and relief. his lips press against the plush of your thigh while his hands rise to cup your ass. with your hand still buried in his hair, you pull him up with a slight tug, trying to get him to stand. though he keeps slowly rising, kissing up your side and dancing over your stomach, the fabric rising with every movement. a soft gasp escapes your lips and his touch slides up your spine, a shiver running through you. he stops just by your neck when you tug his hair harder and he hisses your name though one would argue it was a moan. you shove him gently and tell him to sit down, though you knew he could’ve stopped you.

you tend to his wounds and wipe his face and he watches you the whole time with puppy eyes. you share your dinner with him but you don’t touch again then, he only steals glances between bites.

within the span of an hour he’s inching closer to you on the couch and he’s watching you when he thinks you’re not looking. no one really cares about the news playing on the television as it repeats something about the AVTF.

his heavy hand rests just under your chest as he pulls you in and buries his nose in your hair, taking a long deep breath in. memorizing your scent like it gave him life.

by the end of night dex is situated between your legs, groaning like it hurts to part from you. he whispers soft thank you’s like he’s grateful for this meal you’ve provided. pushing your legs up higher over his head while you pant and squirm. but dex takes more control then, ignoring your pleas to slow down and dragging you closer to his mouth. maw slack and relentless as he laps and teases. his strong arms wrap and hook around your thighs. tongue teasing the sensitive bud for what felt like eternity. you’ll push his head away to no avail, weakly spent as you attempt it.

“dex, enough. i can’t,” you pant, voice bordering on barely concealed exhaustion and blissful satisfaction.

he shakes his head against you and that only makes you gasp again, throwing your head back.

“not until you promise hmm?” he says between his drunken moans, “you can’t leave me.”

crying out from overstimulating pleasure you nod, “okay, fuck— i won’t. you can stay.”

looking up at you through his hooded eyes, he smiles with them before kissing your inner thigh. he leaves gentle kisses to let you cool off, letting the feeling subside for barely a minute before diving right back into his ministrations. he lets you squeeze yours legs around his head and writhe as you say his name.

“now really try to suffocate me with these,” he says as he squeezes your thighs harder around his neck, turning his head to bite the plush of your thighs.

you know you’ll let him in again. you’ll always let him come back. maybe one day you’ll tell him how you follow him too.

can you tell i just rewatched the whole show again?