#b.drabbles

[anxiousbabybirdb]

Pairing: Eren x Fem!Reader

Rating: 18+, NSFW

Length: 833

TW: voyeurism 😈 

“So this is what you do when I’m not home?” your roommate Eren spoke from the door to his room. 

Your entire body felt hot as he stared at you. It had been months that you’d lived together and the tension had been building since the first day when he moved in after answering your ad in the university paper. Simple touches of his hand against your lower back as he walked by you in the kitchen that left you on fire. Tasting your latest baking creation off your finger, eye contact held as he sucked the flavorful concoction off your skin and caused the heat to pool between your legs. Your friends had noticed and Sasha had even embarrassingly commented to both of you recently, “Why don’t the two of you just fuck already?” 

Of course the reason you hadn’t acted on your attraction was simple: Eren had a girlfriend. He’d been faithful to her, even as his cock hardened for you, watching you walk around your shared apartment in only a big t-shirt. He wanted you but he just couldn’t betray her, even as he found himself falling out of love with her and in love with you over movie nights and cooking together. Recently, the tension had been too much and he found himself stroking his cock to the thought of you nearly every night, on the other side of the wall from your room. So close but so far. You hadn’t been any better, sneaking into his room when he goes out, spread out on his bed and fucking yourself on whatever toy you imagined to be him or your fingers, wishing they were his. Surrounded by the smell of his cologne, you always came much harder than when you were alone in your room. Which is where you found yourself now. Spread out atop Eren’s comforter, sweatpants and panties around your ankles, shirt pushed up above your tits, and a rose gold colored vibrator shoved in your dripping cunt. 

“Keep going,” Eren stated, voice deep with desire. He leaned his shoulder against the frame of the door, reaching down with his other hand and palming his growing erection through his jeans. They had become uncomfortably tight the moment he opened the door to his room and saw you. 

Whining, you tried to cover yourself from his intense gaze with the messy blankets on his bed, stuttering as you reminded him, “Eren you have a girlfriend.”

He simply smirked harder as his fingers flipped open the button of his jeans and retorted, “Had.” 

Your heart skipped and you weren’t sure if you heard him correctly. “Had?” your voice was nothing more than a whisper, easing the tight grip on his blankets that were covering you.

He pushed himself off the door frame, walking over to the bed and towering over you. He leaned down, reaching a hand to your cheek to caress it sweetly, the look in his eyes almost loving. “Had a girlfriend.” His voice was firm, no hesitance or wavering to indicate a lie. His smirk returned as he reported, “Turns out she wasn’t that fond of all the times I called her by your name. Said I had to pick between her and you. And the answer was obvious to me. I pick you.” He leaned down, pressing a long-awaited kiss upon your lips before pulling away just as fast, the smirk on his face growing into a devious, shit eating grin. “As much as I want to continue this, I’d like for you to first continue what you were doing when I walked in.” He turned on his heel, moving to sit in the chair across his room, pulling his cock from his jeans and stroking lazily as his eyes trained on your blanket covered body. Your eyes locked on his cock and you licked your lips. It was long and thick, already hard as he stroked, with a prominent vein on the left side of the shaft and a delicious slight curve upwards that had you clenching around your toy at the thought of the spot it would likely hit inside you. “Don’t be shy on my account babe. Take those blankets off and show me exactly what you were doing when I walked in. I want to see everything, the way you touch yourself, the way you fall apart. I want to learn just how you like to be touched. I want to hear every fucking noise right in front of me instead of through my wall.” You removed the blanket from your body, kicking off your pants and underwear from around your ankles, only left in a pushed up tshirt. His voice dropped even more as his thumb rubbed across the head of his cock, groaning when you turned the vibrator on and shuddered slightly at the feeling, “Make yourself cum for me baby and then I’ll spend the whole night making you mine. And for the record, you are mine now.”

A/N: Happy late birthday Ryder 😈 @seraphofthesimps​

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The following men would carry you to the kitchen at midnight because you wanted cereal and couldn’t walk after how hard they’d fucked you:

Aone—cradles you gently in his arms and carries you to the kitchen, delicately sits you in a chair before he gets everything for you and brings it to the table. He never means to fuck your that hard, he’s just big in more ways than one.

Atsumu—he gives you a piggy back ride and keeps looking over his shoulder, smirking at you and how fucked out and cute you look. He sits you on the kitchen counter and you both giggle and eat a whole box of cereal from one giant mixing bowl.

Bokuto—he tosses you over his shoulder, still careful not to hurt you further, and drops you on top of the kitchen table and makes you sit there. He grabs everything, scoops you back up in his arms, then makes his way to the couch where he sits down, sits you between his legs, and rests his chin on your shoulder while you eat.

Daichi—he knows you can’t walk after the many rounds, so when you say you’re hungry, he’s sweeping you up in his arms and carrying you to the kitchen before you even ask. He sits you on a bar stool at the counter, grabs everything you want, and stands next to you, leaning his body on the counter while you eat. He watches you lovingly and when you ask what he’s doing, he says, “Wondering if this is night I finally managed to fuck a baby into you.” You choke on your cereal but it’s fine, he pats your back and then feeds you himself, a kiss between every bite.

Iwaizumi—he carries you like a koala on his chest, arms around his neck and legs wrapped around his waist. He deposits you on the kitchen counter before grabbing everything you want, and a bottle of water you didn’t ask for but is handed to you expectantly, and he stands between your legs and massages your sore thighs while you eat your cereal. He carries you back to bed gently and cuddles you has you cockwarm him all night sore body be damned.

Mattsun—teases you the whole time but ultimately picks you up and carries you to the kitchen like a princess, cuddles to his chest with his arms behind your back and under your knees. He sits you at the table and leaves to grab everything with a bow. He sits next to you and insists on feeding you because you’re ‘Daddy’s cute princess that can’t walk after being fucked so good’. A hefty smack to his arm gets him to stop teasing and he’ll just watch you eat all lovingly. Or you can let him feed you, honestly, he doesn’t mind.

Osamu—he carries you down like a princess, bridal style and immensely careful, knowing just how broken your body felt from his taking advantage of his first night off in weeks. He deposits you on the counter next to the stove and stands between your legs, trying to convince you to let him cook you something good, something healthy and nourishing and better than a bowl of sugary cereal. However, he relents and kisses the pout from your face when you assure him you just want cereal. He hops up on the counter next to you eating a bowl of fruit while you eat your cereal, stopping you to feed you little bites of fruit and steal kisses between bites of your cereal.

Suna—you’re hungry at midnight, the man is so game for that. He’s another one to give you a piggy back ride, careful but playful as he takes you to the kitchen. He sits you down in the living room on the couch and covers you with a blanket, knowing you’re probably cold from being naked aside from his shirt. He gets you what you want, adding a banana to the tray so you have something more filling, and brings a tray of cereal, fruit and water to you. He sits on the other end of the couch, your legs in his lap while you eat, his large hands massaging your calves and feet for you while you eat. The second you’re done, he’s pulling you in his lap and cuddling you though, wanting you close (and spitting in your mouth, it’s better than the cereal).

Tanaka—he happily carries you into the kitchen, koala style. He sits you on the counter, grabs everything, and hops up on the counter next to you. He feeds you bites of dry cereal from his hand and you do the same, pouring milk in one another’s mouth after each handful of cereal. It’s all laughs and smiles with him.

Ushijima—he carries you bridal style and carries you around the kitchen, stopping at the pantry for you to grab the cereal and at the cabinet to grab bowls and spoons, before he seats himself at the kitchen table and rests you comfortably on his lap. He presses kisses to your neck the whole time you eat and whispers sweet nothings in your ear.

A/N: This was brought to you by cocoa pebbles at midnight 💙 And thank you to my evil twin Ryder for coming up with Tanaka’s, you’re a genius.

Taglist: @introloves @goldenshoyo @chaoticryder @managertae @undxrworld @zhongh-li

[anxiousbabybirdb]

Suneater’s Secret

Pairing: pro hero/grown ass adult Tamaki Amajiki x Fem!Reader 

Rating: 18+, NSFW

Length: 1k

TW: tentacles, filming for OnlyFans, brief mention of a knife kink (no actions), mentions of a breeding kink 

Most people didn’t realize that Suneater was not the only alter ego of Tamaki Amajiki. There was another mask in the back of the man’s closet, one he only donned for his beautiful wife. Well, her and their three million subscribers. See, Tamaki’s biggest secret wasn’t his identity behind the pro hero Suneater, it was that he and his wife ran a secret OnlyFans that was quite popular. The identities of himself and his partner were both kept private, with the both of them wearing masks for any of the videos or snapshots they posted to the site. Under his second mask, he was able to be his true self, unburdened by the spotlight he typically lived under as a pro hero. Not only that, but with the mask on, he was able to shed that shy nature he sometimes exuded and live out his wildest and most perverse sexual fantasies, including using his quirk in creative ways to bring you pleasure.

It had been a long day. A small band of villains had organized to rob a bank and resulted in a nearly all day hostage situation that required both pro heroes and law enforcement to resolve. In the end, all the hostages had been saved with only minor injuries. Though spending a full day collaborating with others had driven Amajiki nearly insane, the introverted man simply wanted to be home with you where he could finally take a breath. When he walked through the front door of the house you both shared, he stopped dead in his tracks at the sound of soft music and the smell of food wafting toward him.

He shuffled into the kitchen to see you in a pastel pink lacy negligee with the apron he’d gotten you for your last birthday wrapped around you. A soft smile settled on his lips as you bounced around the kitchen completely at ease. He let out a small cough so as to not scare you and you turned around quickly, positively beaming at him. He held open his arms and laughed quietly as you bounded across the room to jump into his outstretched arms. 

“Are you okay?” you asked, running a hand through his hair as he held you a little tighter than normal. He nodded, his face tucked into the crook of your neck and inhaling the comforting scent of you as he let the stress of the day finally melt away. Your voice was quiet as you played with a loose string on his hero costume, “I made us dinner and set up the studio to film, but we can do it another day Tama.”

He immediately pulled back and pressed a kiss to your lips in reassurance, slowly backing you into the nearest wall as he looked you up and down. His gaze was lecherous and made your skin feel hot. “No, we can do it tonight. I’ll change and we can eat, and then I think I’d like for you to be my dessert. We can film a little tonight and then I’d like to enjoy some off camera time with you too.” His lips curled in a mischievous grin and you clenched your thighs together at the look, knowing that was the look he always gave you before he devoured you. 

He changed and the two of you ate dinner, the devilish look on his face worsened by the food spread out on the table. He could always tell which kinks you’d like to indulge in that evening based on what you cooked for him. Grilled swordfish. It gave him a sharp blade in place of one of his hands that you always enjoyed to play out your knife kink with. Octopus takoyaki, his favorite because he loved the taste but also you were both fond of the tentacles and their many uses. And the last one was roasted boar. A specific breed of boar which was known for having the largest amount of ejaculate relative to body size. He knew exactly why you had picked that one and it made him harden in his sweatpants as soon as he saw that you’d made it. The breeding kink. He could hardly finish dinner quickly enough and as soon as the last bite was in his mouth, he was standing and throwing you over his shoulder, taking you to the film studio in your basement as his body began to change. It was going to be a long night of losing himself in your body and he needed to get started now.

Three Hours Later

“Right there! Oh fuck,” you moaned on the recording as Tamaki played back the video for the two of you to watch. You were laying on his chest in your bedroom, freshly showered, sore, and fucked out of your mind, as the two of you watched the playback. On the small screen of the camcorder, you were on all fours with him behind you, aiming the camera down at you beneath him. The masks had slipped off both of you during this session and neither of you bothered to care or fix them, so this video would be one for the private collection. Personally, those were always his favorite anyway. On the screen, he had a tentacle wrapped around your body with a little suction cup strategically placed over your clit and one of your nipples, his cock driving into you roughly as he started to come undone. He came with a primal cry as his cock began emptying into you, an almost ridiculous amount of cum leaking out around his cock as he kept thrusting and fucking it back into you, as deep as he could go with slow, hard thrusts. He watched as your body shook, spasming as your sixth orgasm of the evening overtook you. 

He looked down at you on his chest, intending to tell you how fucking good you looked cumming on his cock, but instead, he found you sleeping soundly. His cute little sleepyhead. He pressed a kiss to the top of your head and turned off the video, wrapping his arms tighter around you. Sleep found him quickly and his last thought was how lucky he was to have you for a wife.

A/N: My google search history looks so weird after researching animals Tamaki could eat to make sex fun 🤣 Fun fact: a certain type of rats have the longest sperm. Happy birthday part 3 Ry lol @seraphofthesimps​

[anxiousbabybirdb]

Pride

Pairing: Ushijima x Reader

Rating: NSFW/18+

TW: oral sex (F receiving), overstimulation, face riding, a hint of size kink, Ushi eating your cunt like there’s no tomorrow, finger fucking, implied shower sex, implied squirting, Ushi being hot as fuck and still sweet

Ushijima Wakatoshi prided himself on many things. His skill with volleyball. His ability to manage his money well. His perseverance, confidence, and drive. But above all, the thing he secretly prides himself most on is his ability to make you cum on his tongue. He loves the sounds you make, the way you taste, and the way you’re incoherently babbling by the time he’s had his fill of you. He doesn’t do it because it’s expected or because you need the prep, which you do, but he simply does it because he fucking enjoys it.

He’s remarkably good at going down on you. When you’d first gotten together, he’d been relatively inexperienced with only a few prior partners. But dammit if he wasn’t a fast learner. They key though is that he always listened. If you cried out, “Don’t stop!”, he would continue exactly what he was doing and make a mental note that you liked this. If you squirmed against his face and he had to place his hand on your pelvis to keep you still, he knew you were close. And the time he made you squirt on his face? He committed every single thing he did to memory that night so he could replicate it. Over and over. He knew your every quirk, every sound, every movement and interpreted them like he was translating a language effortlessly.

Take now for example. Lying on his back under you, he hadn’t even asked you to sit on his face. He knew that’s how you always came the hardest though. He’d been between your legs, his tongue swirling around your opening and nose nudging your clit as you teetered on the edge of an orgasm, when all of a sudden you found yourself swiftly maneuvered and sat atop his face. His arms were wrapped around your thighs to keep them spread and his mouth was alternating between sucking at your clit or lapping at your pulsating, sweet pussy with his tongue. His strong arms moved your body back and forth across his face, riding his tongue faster and faster until you were gripping the headboard and cumming with a cry of his name. His face was drenched but he wasn’t done. He knew he could pull another one from you.

His arms tightened and he continued moving your overstimulated core across his face. His fingers migrated between your legs and spread puffy lips apart so he could better reach your clit, sucking the hard bud roughly as you twitched and tried to squirm away from the sensation. One word from you would’ve stopped him, but you had always loved this as much as he did. His fingers migrated once more, arm changing positions so he could better reach you. Two thick, long fingers pressed easily into your dripping cunt and stretched your pretty little hole open as his tongue lapped at your clit, circling with expert precision. He set a steady pace, tongue swirling, mouth sucking, and fingers fucking into you in the perfect combination that quickly had you chasing another orgasm, moving yourself against him until you once again came with a cry of his name and a rush of liquid.

He smirked against your inner thigh, pressing kisses to either side as your body slumped and he carefully maneuvered you off his face and onto your back next to him. He looked at you, the biggest smile on his face and you couldn’t help but giggle at how you’d managed to even get his hair wet. He curled up beside you, tucking you under his arm as your body twitched, coming down from your high. A kiss to your forehead, his hand caressed your cheek lovingly. He chuckled as he realized he’d just spread your own juices across your cheek and leaned down to lick them off, delighting in your squeal and light laughter.

After a sweet kiss to your lips, he stood and pulled you up into his arms, carrying you to the shower where he could clean you up before he pressed your back to the shower wall and began sinking his hard cock into you. After all, he didn’t say he was done.

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Oral Fixation

TW: Aone x Fem!Reader, face fucking, size kink, oral sex (male receiving), short reader, oral fixation, choking but not really (he just wants to feel his cock in your throat), 

Note: HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE GENTLE GIANT AONE!!! 💙

Aone had been surprised the first time you asked if he would fuck your face, use your mouth like his own personal fuck toy, but after the first time, it quickly became one of his favorite things. He’d not been with many women before you and they had all looked at his cock as a nuisance. “It’s too big.” “I can’t take all that.” “There’s no way it’ll fit.” They hadn’t even wanted to try. Then you came along, the answer to everything he never knew he needed. Aone had met you, so cute and short, his form imposing over yours, and he expected you to be the same. However, when you’d been intimate the first time, as you removed his boxers and his massive cock sprung free, you’d whined and begged him to let you feel him in your mouth. 

You’d always loved his cock, citing something about having an oral fixation, and Aone had never been happier. He hadn’t really understood what an oral fixation was. You’d tried to explain that you simply like having something in your mouth, that it was calming. Always wanting to make sure you were happy, Aone was more than happy to indulge you in this, whether by letting you suck on his fingers when you were curled up against him in his lap, or by allowing you to suck on his cock. 

You liked to lay next to him, lazily sucking on the tip and letting your hands play with his cock while you watched a movie. You always told him how much you liked feeling his cock get hard in your mouth. You loved to run your fingers through the soft white curls at the base of his cock and watch as he shivered under your touch. You loved when you would take him as deep in your mouth as you could and feel him twitch against your tongue. But still, he was always hesitant, never wanting to shove his cock in your throat and hurt you. Not until you asked. 

Since the first time, he couldn’t live without fucking your face. He loved the way it felt as you laid there on your back, mouth and throat open for him to slide his cock all the way in as he stood before you. He loved the sound of his balls slapping against your face and the whines you made around his cock as he reached a long arm down to rub your clit. He loved the way your throat bulged with each thrust into your mouth and he loved placing his hand on your throat, squeezing just slightly so he could feel it. He loved praising you for being so good and taking his cock so well, reminding you that you were the best he’d ever had. He loved when he came, his cock twitching and spurting ropes of cum down your throat as you swallowed around his cock, nearly overstimulating him as he cried out with deep groans of pleasure. Most of all, he loved the way you looked after, makeup smeared, tears in your eyes, and cum and saliva dripping from your lips that were curled up in the biggest smile. He loved to kiss you like that, tasting himself and rewarding you for taking his cock in that beautiful mouth so well. 

Aone didn’t think he’d ever find anyone like you, but now that he had you, he was never letting you slip away from him. And hopefully, the ring box tucked away in his sock drawer kept you by his side forever.

Taglist: @rythlynn​ @seraphofthesimps​ @kay-n-tsumtsum​ @pup-and-kise​ @goldenshoyo​ @doinmybesthere​ @undxrworld​ @richkookie​ @brattsun​ @starkissedpluto​ @itachilvr​ 

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The Overnight Flight

TW: SakuAtsu x Fem! Reader, exhibitionism, getting fingered on an airplane, threesome-ish, allusions to a poly relationship

An overnight flight with Sakusa and Atsumu. All the main lights in the cabin are off, save a few people with their lights on reading or working. Your area of the plane is dark though. Sitting three across, you’re resting comfortably between Atsumu and Sakusa in the middle seat. All the armrests raised, Sakusa turns a bit to lean back against the window and pulls your back to his chest. Atsumu gives you a look and pats his thighs, signaling you to raise your legs and place them in his lap. Between the two of them, you have a little bed on the plane laying on top of your two favorite men, warm from their body heat and feeling very loved. Atsumu pulls a blanket out of his backpack and covers you up with it. Sakusa starts petting your hair as Atsumu massages your calves, their actions lulling you to sleep. At least at first. Sakusa’s hands drift slowly down to your shoulders until they move past the blanket, massaging your breasts over your dress. Atsumu’s hands creep higher up your legs until he’s massaging the flesh of your inner thigh. When Sakusa’s hand pushes down the fabric of your dress and into your bra, pinching at your nipple to harden it, you have to bite your lip to hide the noise. Meanwhile, Atsumu is pulling your panties down your thighs and leaving them at your knees as his hand creeps up, two fingers swiping your dripping slit and a small smirk appearing on his face. Atsumu starts rubbing your clit, not even looking at you as his eyes are closed and his head is leaned back as though he were sleeping. The picture of innocence completely contrasting his actions. As he slides a long thick finger into your wet heat, Sakusa quickly brings a hand to cover your mouth. “Don’t get us caught princess or we’ll have to stop.”

Taglist: @rythlynn @seraphofthesimps @kay-n-tsumtsum @pup-and-kise @goldenshoyo @doinmybesthere @starkissedpluto​  

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Anytime he’s ever been asked whether he’s a tits, thighs or ass man, Bokuto Koutarou’s brain starts buffering. He loves tits. They’re soft and cuddly and he loves to bury his face between them and suck marks into the flesh. But he also loves thighs. He loves when they’re wrapped around his waist, his neck. He loves laying there with them wrapped around his shoulders and his head on your stomach. But then he also loves asses. They’re firm yet squishy. He loves the way they jiggle and bounce when he leaves a smack on your cheek. When Kuroo snaps his fingers in front of Bokuto’s face, asking which he prefers, he simply can’t decide. He loves it all.

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The Fitting Room

Pairing: Draken x Fem!reader

TW: 18+ MDNI (aka: minors fuck off), smut, creampie/breeding kink, minimal prep, allusions to consensual somnophilia, semi exhibitionism (public sex in a dressing room)

Imagine Draken needing you right now while you’re out shopping so he drags you in a store and to a fitting room. He’s tried to be good all afternoon, tried to ignore the stirring of his cock as he caught glimpses down your dress at your ample breasts, or when your ass brushed against him, the thin fabric of your dress betraying you and reminding him that he’d instructed you not to wear panties under it. He drags you into the fitting room and grabs the hem of your dress, pulling it up and shoving it in your mouth. “Be quiet.” He turns you around to face the mirror, grabbing your hands and placing them on the mirror. His hands slide down to cup your ass, squeezing before he slides a knee between your thighs and separates them. His fingers slide between your legs, grunting in your ear as he feels you dripping for him, your thighs slick from how you’d been needy for him for hours. He slips two fingers inside you, determining he doesn’t need to prep you that much, as you’re still open enough from how he’d fucked you awake this morning. He unzips his jeans, sliding his cock out and stroking it once to coat it in your slick and then he’s pressing the head of his cock against your entrance, watching in the mirror as your eyes flutter and you whimper against the hem of your dress shoved in your mouth. He looks down to where his cock has already bottomed out inside you, a good two inches still to go if you’re going to take him all. He reaches around you, large hand splayed across your lower abdomen, and he pulls out before pushing back in, cock tapping at your cervix and causing a small scream to try to leave you, your dress acting as a gag. He whispers in your ear as he starts to fuck you faster, strokes still as deep as he could go, “I know you can take it little one. Now be a good girl for me and take it all.” He snapped his hips back and this time, his pelvis slammed against your ass, your scream stifled by your dress. As your mouth dropped open and the dress fell out, his large hand came up to cover your mouth. He fucked you, watching over your shoulder to see your expression in the mirror, until you came all over his cock. Once you came, he gave himself permission to cum, pushing the neckline of your dress aside and biting down on your shoulder to hush his own groans as he filled you nice and full.

Taglist: @seraphofthesimps @rythlynn @bokuroskitten @pup-and-kise @lucynnamonroll @trash-writings

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