I don't want music in my ears I need your voice. it's softer than these pillows or this beat. it's quite frankly one of the few things that can put my mind at ease. just your voice does so much to me
a/n: i hope yall are doing better today than yesterday. + i hope it continues this way in an upwards trend
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"what do you need darling"
pressing kisses into your neck as his arms wrapped around your waist. you were still sat on his lap, breathing hard into the crook of his neck as his freshly emptied cock remained stuffed inside of you.
you mumbled something unintelligible, breaths uncontrolled as his hand came to the back of your neck, slipping under your hair.
"you gotta speak up pretty girl"
his voice seemed to be teasing before he stood up, standing off the edge of the bed and holding your body to his with his other arm, placing you on your back sweetly before standing and admiring the mess he made of you.
"such a pretty cock slut yeah~" he said, voice husky. his body was curved forward, your legs still straddling his lap. he liked the way you still trembled slightly, breaths uneven and ragged as his hands palms the plush of your ass. his voice sent fiery waves down your spine, setting you ablaze even though you'd just come down from your high.
you could almost hear the smile plastered on his face before you could see it. as he pulled back, slumping against the couch his fingers ran down your thighs. your hands braced on his shoulders, looking at him with glassy eyes.
"such a pretty sight to see" he cooed, cupping your cheek in one hand. you watched his muscled chest rise and fall, his breaths becoming more steady.
"d'ya need water or snacks or something?" he asked, his eyes shifting downwards, hands pulling your waist closer to him, his lips pressing gently to your
"how's my pretty baby's body feeling?"
you mumbled back responses as he stood up, a short huff as he held you to his chest. you kept your legs wrapped around him as he walked into the bathroom.
his strong left hand pushed open the door as he set you on the counter, chuckling out small apologies as the cold nipped you.
you could hear the water turn on and feel the warmth as the steam started to move through the bathroom. he walked back over to you, his big body moving with one directive.
his hands cupped your cheeks, your hands coming to his wrists as he pressed kisses from your forehead to your lips.
"you did so good tonight baby"
"'m so lucky to have you"
"so pretty i can't stop"
"don't pull away i want more"
his words were sprinkled between kisses and chuckles, his soft demeanor relaxing you.
Ghost tends to forget his own size. Which would be fine if he didn't also get completely pussy-drunk.
Your body knows to tense up when he's spilling inside of you, huge load easily wanting to push out before he's even done. And it's good, so fucking good, the heat of it alone makes your own mind short circuit. Until he collapses on top of you two seconds later.
This big ass soldier with stamina to no end, always goes fuckign brain dead when he's allowed to fill you up. Softening cock twitching inside of you as he crushes you under him.
Shoving and whining at him to get off does nothing, he's so lost in the haze of it all, of you, that he doesn't register your pleas for air. Sticking it out is the best thing you can do, and seeing simon riley at ease for just a few moments is a gift from the gods you dont want to disturb.
But once air gets too short you have no choice. Rubbing a hand along his hip, and clenching around him actives him like a sleeper agent. Has him hard in seconds, before he finally lifts himself off you and goes back to rutting inside of you. Its a vicious cycle, as he comes again, he's collapsing again. Forces you repeat the game over and over until both of you have tears stinging at your eyes from the pure overstimulation running through you.
(no plot porn + sweet mind drabbles 18+ mdni, fem!reader)
a/n: ive had quite the time these days
wet, sloppy, slow
low drawls escape his lips as he pulls your shaky frame back, slipping inside of you with his length. his hands hold your hips making your body shudder, left leg still shaky as you bend forward on your knees, taking his cock.
"takin' it so good"
"yer so pretty baby"
"so pretty for me yeah"
"gonna cum in your pretty pussy yeah~"
every syllable makes your stomach drop all over again as his bright tipped cock head pushes again and again into your spots just right. your face buried in a pillow with your fingers gripping the sheets. balling them in your tensed fists as your glossy eyes water.
you've lost track of time, but every time he picks up speed the thoughts vanish into nothing but mindless ecstasy, nearing you closer and closer to that sweet release and slowing once you spill onto his cock again-
and again
and again
and again.
his fingers slip around your throat, coaxing your head up as he slipped his thumb into your mouth.
"i wanna hear it when my pretty baby cums on my cock"
"yeah you're gonna cum all over me yeah?"
"come on then"
and you come undone again, this time he can't hold back, pulling out and emptying his hot stick load on your ass, leaning down to plant kisses down your lower back and onto your rear.
"so perfect baby" he whispers cleaning you up, rolling you onto your back as he presses a kiss to your temple, one big strong hand holding your shaking thigh, the other cupping your cheek.
"'m here to take care of you yeah"
"you're mine mm"
"gimmie another kiss"
every word slides off his tongue like honey, sticky sweet as he watches your body melt under his touch, placing tender kisses to your lips and neck as his hands hold your waist.
a/n: kitten you are a genius, im glad you seem to always know what im thinking !!
(r: 18+ mdni, aizawa x fem!reader)
(tw: oo it's gonna get rough, face-fucking )
psst- should this have a part two? tell me once you get to the end
"just put your cock in my mouth"
the words were teasing at first. playful, coy, teasing- nothing out of the ordinary.
but you didn't know that shota aizawa was already stiff, watching you move around in those clothes that barely covered your mesmerizing body.
“Oh, darling,” he purred, gently but firmly pushing you onto your knees and cupping your chin in his hand. his belt snapped loose with a flick as his zipper rolled down. "you do love playing with fire don't you"
Before you could quip back, he pressed forward, moderate and steady at first. he let you adjust, watching your lips part around his length. he sank his hand into your hair, guiding your mouth, steady.
it didn't last long.
“wider,” he ordered, voice husky and hard like steel. “if you’re going to play the brat, you’ll play it properly.” his finger gripped into your hair, making your eyes water as his thick cock slid deeper down your tongue.
your throat began to fill, your hands on his thighs as you gagged but took it all the same.
"good girl, just like that" he coaxed, praising you with a head tilt as he watched his shaft disappear into your mouth. the way your eyelashes fluttered, the way your nails dug into his skin, the way your tears rimmed your eyes.
it was addicting.
"look at you" he said, inflection staining the tail end of his comment as he lifted your head slightly, getting a better look at his prize.
"look at those eyes- mm not so cocky with those tears rolling down your cheeks are you-" he taunted, holding your head as he began to pull out, sliding back into your warm mouth.
muffled sounds escaped you as he began to fuck your face, your own cunt beginning to drool almost as much as your mouth.
you felt the dark haired man pick up pace, letting out a deep grunt, his breath hitching as both his hands pushed your head down his length.
your eyes silently begged him for a breath, a moment, but the look on his face told you he wasn't keen on the idea of mercy at this moment.
tears dripped down to your thighs as he made messy work of your mouth, moaning your praises as he did.
his grip grew harsh as one hand wrapped around the base of his cock, the other pulling your head back, leaving you gasping, murmuring broken cries of his name.
god he loved it when you said it like that.
"if you want it soft you're gonna have to beg" he taunted, rubbing his thumb over your bottom lip, your spit coating the pad of his thumb and your own chin. "beg me to fuck you soft"
"p-please.." you gasped, "please sho-"
"'ts too much"
aizawa's cock shuddered as he sank it back into your throat, your voice replaying over and over again in his head. it did unspeakable damage, making him want more, so much more. his smirk was devilish, both hands gripping your hair as he fucked you- softer but with a heavy desire.
"atta girl" each controlled thrust making a bigger mess than before. "such a good little slut for me"
the praise set your body on fire, making your squirming unmistakable.
seeing you wet with your own lustful desire sent him over the edge. he held your head down his shaft, holding you in place as he shot thick streams of cum down your throat.
"don't you worry baby" he piped, pulling you back and cupping your face in both of his hands, slowing his thrusts as you swallowed his seed.
Kirishima always puts our pleasure before his own and it is just 😫
yess, always~ he’s the soft dom we never knew we needed and the one we know we deserve
(cw: nsfw mdni, gn!reader)
kirishima lives to please, because when you’re pleased he’s much more than satisfied.
he loves watching as your eyes shakily stare into his, or how they instinctively turn away as he does his work on you, how your body trembles and those sweet sounds that leave your lips. he loves the way your hands clench around his when he slides his fingers between yours, teasing you with his tongue
or when his fingers slip around your lower region making you anxious for his touch before he finally gives it to you, focusing on how you react to his sensually sweet touches before he even thinks of himself
he can’t even think about fucking you until you’ve cum at least once, making sure you’re ready for him as he fondles you in every way he can think of-
kirishima toys with you, cock hard and throbbing for you but he doesn’t care, he’ll let all the precut slip from his cockhead, he’d wait forever until he decided he’d spoiled you enough to fuck you
he loves watching you come undone, anyway he could, under him, on top of him, next to him, on his shoulders, pinned against the wall, on the counter- it doesn’t matter
a/n: kitten you are a genius, im glad you seem to always know what im thinking !!
(r: 18+ mdni, aizawa x fem!reader)
(tw: oo it's gonna get rough, face-fucking )
psst- should this have a part two? tell me once you get to the end
"just put your cock in my mouth"
the words were teasing at first. playful, coy, teasing- nothing out of the ordinary.
but you didn't know that shota aizawa was already stiff, watching you move around in those clothes that barely covered your mesmerizing body.
“Oh, darling,” he purred, gently but firmly pushing you onto your knees and cupping your chin in his hand. his belt snapped loose with a flick as his zipper rolled down. "you do love playing with fire don't you"
Before you could quip back, he pressed forward, moderate and steady at first. he let you adjust, watching your lips part around his length. he sank his hand into your hair, guiding your mouth, steady.
it didn't last long.
“wider,” he ordered, voice husky and hard like steel. “if you’re going to play the brat, you’ll play it properly.” his finger gripped into your hair, making your eyes water as his thick cock slid deeper down your tongue.
your throat began to fill, your hands on his thighs as you gagged but took it all the same.
"good girl, just like that" he coaxed, praising you with a head tilt as he watched his shaft disappear into your mouth. the way your eyelashes fluttered, the way your nails dug into his skin, the way your tears rimmed your eyes.
it was addicting.
"look at you" he said, inflection staining the tail end of his comment as he lifted your head slightly, getting a better look at his prize.
"look at those eyes- mm not so cocky with those tears rolling down your cheeks are you-" he taunted, holding your head as he began to pull out, sliding back into your warm mouth.
muffled sounds escaped you as he began to fuck your face, your own cunt beginning to drool almost as much as your mouth.
you felt the dark haired man pick up pace, letting out a deep grunt, his breath hitching as both his hands pushed your head down his length.
your eyes silently begged him for a breath, a moment, but the look on his face told you he wasn't keen on the idea of mercy at this moment.
tears dripped down to your thighs as he made messy work of your mouth, moaning your praises as he did.
his grip grew harsh as one hand wrapped around the base of his cock, the other pulling your head back, leaving you gasping, murmuring broken cries of his name.
god he loved it when you said it like that.
"if you want it soft you're gonna have to beg" he taunted, rubbing his thumb over your bottom lip, your spit coating the pad of his thumb and your own chin. "beg me to fuck you soft"
"p-please.." you gasped, "please sho-"
"'ts too much"
aizawa's cock shuddered as he sank it back into your throat, your voice replaying over and over again in his head. it did unspeakable damage, making him want more, so much more. his smirk was devilish, both hands gripping your hair as he fucked you- softer but with a heavy desire.
"atta girl" each controlled thrust making a bigger mess than before. "such a good little slut for me"
the praise set your body on fire, making your squirming unmistakable.
seeing you wet with your own lustful desire sent him over the edge. he held your head down his shaft, holding you in place as he shot thick streams of cum down your throat.
"don't you worry baby" he piped, pulling you back and cupping your face in both of his hands, slowing his thrusts as you swallowed his seed.
he definitely wmipers and says 's-sorry baby' when he gets to rough
a/n: sooooo i think this sounds like izuku but he's a little too hyperactive to control it hehe, if you have another character in mind let me know who!
(r: 18+ mdni, smut but rather tame, characters aged up, izuku x fem!reader)
"ow! ah-" you winced, body jolting upwards as you gripped the sheets beneath you.
your head spun as your boyfriend stooped, freckled face looking to you with concern. his heavy cock still lodged deep inside of you
"s-sorry baby" he sputtered voice still in a whimper from the sensations around his buried shaft, face a bit flush with slight embarrassment but a little pride.
"i-ill slow down mkay-"
"promise"
his voice is sweet as his hands guide your body, relief washing over him as he felt your muscles relax all over again, your hole still clenching around him.
this time when he slid in and out of you, his breath trembled taking his time but watching you- face flushed with pleasure as he watched your own.
his lips parted as he panted, drunkenly moving to your moans like music. it was tantalizing- watching your entrance kiss the base of his cock over and over, watching you come even further and further undone.
his voice was almost breathless, floating and laced with small whimpers-
"'m sorry baby"
"does this feel good"
"you feel so good"
he hauled over your body as the two of you grew closer to finish, his arms wrapping around you, slinking up your back and spine as he bucked into your body.
ur fav boyos realizing u masturbate in ur sleep?? like…. its slow and lazy and ure like deep in a dream, the kind where u wake up with slick pooled down to ur knees. it happens too often for me lmao
btw can i be ❤️🔥 anon if its not taken?
ofc <3 and you’re just in time, we’ve actually been talking about Ts.. started with tamaki and shoto, hope you like it!
He noticed it one morning, hearing small whimpers escape from your lips as he turned over to look at you. He was slack-jawed, didn’t know what to do as he felt his cock harden in his shorts. He sat up in the bed, propped up on one arm as he stared for just a moment, eyes scanning over your slick coated thighs.
Thoughts buzzed through his mind, he couldn’t help himself. He felt himself get nervous, slightly embarrassed when he realized you were still dreaming. He could only hope you were dreaming of him as his fingers slipped under his pajama pants and around his rod, hardly believing himself what he was doing.
You could always get him so riled up so easily. You weren’t even awake and just the thought that maybe a dream of him got you all hot and bothered was enough to make his thoughts go wild.
Part of him silently hoped you wouldn’t wake up as he pumped, biting his lower lip as he tried to be quiet. However the other couldn’t help but just imagine the pleasure if you did-
and when he saw your eyes flutter slightly his heart raced.
He couldn’t hide what he was doing as you groggily came to realization, but it also wasn’t long before you were pulling him closer. A sleepy morning session would surely fix his little situation.
Shoto Todoroki
At first he was only leaning over you to give you a forehead kiss, however as his hand slipped under the blanket he could feel it. Pulling his hand back he instantly recognized the sticky sweet mess that coated his fingers.
Fresh from the shower he grinned a bit, pulling back the blankets gently as he leaned over you, pressing kisses to your temple and cheek. You stirred from your dreams, only to be met with their original star, just inches from your face. You felt his knee sensually pushed up between your legs, and the once faint feelings of pleasure that washed through you in your dream was now very real, and felt loads better.
Your eyes still to lazy to fully open as you sleepily mustered out a question in slight confusion but his lips met yours in your daze.
“You seem a bit pent up blossom, I can help~’ he said, his voice charming and smooth as his lisp pressed to your neck. You let out a moan as his fingers slipped down right where you needed him.