a man who isn't afraid to whine, moan, groan, you name it. and nothing turns you on more than your sweet boyfriend leaning over you, trying so hard to fuck you properly but you just feel so, so good around him. he can't get a single word out, not one moment of praise, he's completely overtaken by you and how amazing you feel.
absolutely ravishing, the way he fully indulges himself in the searing bliss of intimacy. he can't help but cry out broken whines of your name every time your hips sink onto his. he holds onto you so tightly, like you'd be reduced to nothing but a fleeting dream if he were to let go.
"mmmh...mm! baby, s' so good... so tight, all for me..."
you hear him the best when he's got you bent over, back arched over you, pounding into you from behind. each buck of his hips sends the absolute cutest ripples through your body, and he just can't help but moan at the sight of it. he's leaned over you, chin resting on your shoulder, whining and breathing sweetness right into your ear.
"aah, n..need more, little more f'me baby, please... mm!"
even when you're apart, he'll make sure you know exactly how much he misses you. you'll be receiving voicenotes and video clips of him touching himself, fisting his cock with such desperation that you can't help but feel bad that you aren't there to help him.
"need you here... mm- need you, m'body needs you... can't take it.. mmh!"
your sweet boy, with the sweetest voice, all yours.
i'd insert: DAZAI, VARKA, CHOSO, CHUUYA, WRIOTHESLEY, KAZUHA, GOJO, SYLUS, CALEB + all your favs <3
good boys that you just can’t help riding till they cry ♡ moaning, writhing and mewling under you as you drop your weight on him, the loud slapping of skin resounding in the room along with his voice and your amused chuckles. He’s cummed so many times he doesn’t know what’s going on anymore, delirious and spit bubbling from his mouth, rolled eyes, all he can pick up is the sparks of pleasure going up his body. His dick is a angry dark pink, your tight hole milking him so much he’s about to go dry. But it’s not any time soon. Because no matter how overstimulated, how much he cries, he is definitely not done anytime soon, the amount of cum he just spurt out is proof of that.
🐇- armin, chuuya, dazai, atsushi, ranpo, poe, angel devil, choso, gojo, grim/casper (adwd), jinshi, izuku (adult), tomioka, rengoku, MAYBE MAYBEEEE katsuki (adult and after fighting to convince him), amajiki, kaneki, reigen, kurapika, shinichiro, link (tloz), sebastian (stardew)
authors note: hi guys! Thank u for 300 followers and I’m sorry for not writing for so long. if u guys have other character suggestions please let me know! I don’t think these characters are solely subs but are willing to sub, I will write again soon! Also this isn’t edited I will edit any grammar mistakes soon :)
special thanks to my friend for helping me choose the characters 🫶
cw: MINORS DNI—explicit sexual content, gn!+afab!reader, a lot of anonymous sex, dirty talk, BIG DICK MEN, probably a good amount of ooc, some questionable dynamics/dubcon that can be read through the lens of roleplay and/or prior consent. character-specific warnings—chuuya: public sex, penetration; dazai: penetration, riding, creampie; kunikida: professor/student, oral (m!receiving); fukuzawa: secretary/boss, office sex, oral (m!receiving), facefucking; atsushi: HEAVY DUBCON WARNING, stuck, perv atsushi, penetration; akutagawa: blackmailing if you squint, degradation, choking, penetration; oda: penetration; ango: public sex, penetration, riding; nikolai: dubcon, home intruder f!masturbation, penetration; sigma: a tiny bit of perv sigma, oral (f!receiving); fyodor: priest!fyodor, religion/blasphemy kink, christianity-specific, oral (m!receiving)
reid: putting my dual major in journalism to work by subtitling these like bad porn videos. little not so thought out drabbles many with no definitive ending just silly whore thoughts. some are more stupid than sexy but either way i hope you enjoy because this was a blast to write HAHAHAHA
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⊹ CHUUYA NAKAHARA—HOT GYM BUDDIES CAN’T WAIT UNTIL AFTER THEIR WORKOUT TO FUCK!
“Yeah, that’s a lot better. Look at you, you got it,” the pretty redhead mutters, his hands still firmly on your hips as he spots your squat. “Give me one more, I know you can.”
The praise prompts you to draw in a deep breath that has nothing to do with your next squat; anyway, this gorgeous man, kind enough to help you with your form, believes in you. So you bend once more, squatting down, down, and pushing back up—until on your way back up, you feel your legs begin to buckle.
“Woah, woah.” It’s sweet how concerned he sounds as his hands fly up to the bar and his feet nudge you forward to help you replace the weight on the rack, but his hips end up pressed to yours, and you’re gasping. “You okay?”
You’re fine, caged between him and the bar as he leans over your shoulder to glimpse your face that’s flushed from exertion. Only exertion, surely, even though your ass is pressed firmly to his pelvis. He doesn’t seem hard, but you can still feel it, and it feels big.
“Yeah,” you breathe, moving to duck under the bar, but it’s low and you’re feeling a little dizzy, so you teeter backwards into him, and as his hands find your waist again. “Yeah, I’m about to be done anyway.”
“You should really stretch after maxing out like that,” he suggests, turning you around. “Don’t wanna be hurting, do you?”
But you can only look into his intense eyes and shake your head lightly before he’s easing you to the ground on your back, settling each of his knees over one of your thighs, and slotting his shoulder beneath your hamstring. He pushes forward, gently, slowly, looking to you for anything wrong; and there isn’t.
There’s nothing wrong, except for the fact that you can feel his huge dick against your pussy through both of your shorts.
It’s all you need to start moving blindly, reaching down for his waistband, pawing at his neck, mashing his lips to yours, and he doesn’t hesitate to do it back—he lets up on your leg only to slip your shorts off before your ankle is back over his shoulder and he’s grinding the head of his cock into your wetness.
“You gonna let me in, baby?” he pants hotly, looking down at you squirming beneath him. “Yeah, I know you will—you’re strong, you can take it.”
His tip catches on your clit, and you gasp before he’s plunging into you, setting a brutal pace. “Oh, fuck!”
“Oh, fuck, yeah,” he groans. “So fuckin’ tight.”
He hits the inside of you perfectly, his soft ginger hair falling loose from its low pony—you wish you knew his name so you could scream it, but you settle for moaning, panting, cussing, as he throws your other leg over his shoulder and drills into you on the gym mat. ⊹
⊹ OSAMU DAZAI—MY OLDER BROTHER ALMOST CAUGHT ME FUCKING HIS BEST FRIEND!
“Shit—I’ll be back, gonna go shower this off. Asshole.”
That was what your older brother, Chuuya, grumbled at Dazai before scurrying off to the bathroom. The three of you had just gotten back from getting ice cream, and Dazai had the brilliant idea of snatching Chuuya’s cone from him and sticking it in his hair. Cursing ensued the entire walk home.
And Dazai popped the tail end of his cone in his mouth and grabbed for your wrists as soon as your brother was out of sight, which leads you to now—in the living room, on the couch, bouncing furiously on his cock as he grunts.
“Osamu—be quiet!” you plead with him, but you’re moaning, too.
His lips fall into a grin. “Don’t worry, cutie, I can still hear the shower—fuck! Just keep—keep doing that, you feel so fucking good.”
So you reinforce your grip on his shoulders and slam your hips down to meet his, over and over, drawing sinful sounds from both of your bodies as you’re separated by a single thin wall from your brother—Dazai’s best friend, who would probably murder both of you if he found out you were fucking.
And then the water turns off. You muffle the choked cry you let out into Dazai’s shoulder, so damn frustrated that you won’t get there, not before Chuuya comes back—but Dazai’s flipping you onto your back, grabbing you by your hips, pulling you into him with such fervor that you almost shout.
“Need it, baby, I need to cum in this pussy—”
“Osamu!”
But even you can’t tell if you’re egging him on or warning him to stop—with no sound buffer and Chuuya undoubtedly coming back any minute, your body decides for you that you need it, too, you need to cum and you will, no matter how much your mind protests; your eyes flick nervously up to the hallway when they’re not rolling back from how Dazai’s rearranging your guts.
“He’s gonna come back—unh—and you’re gonna sit here with my cum in you, and he won’t even fuckin’ know.”
He’s digging his nails into your hips and ass, making you twitch, reaching down to rub your clit hard, and when you cum, clenching around him, he shoves his palm over your mouth and spills into you with a last few wet smacks.
Dazai’s scrambling back into his pants as footsteps pad down the hall; he all but throws himself at the other end of the couch as you curl up, dressed but fucked silly, focused on not letting the evidence of what just happened gush out of you and leak onto the couch.
“Fuck was that noise?” Chuuya mumbles, sauntering out as he’s tying his wet hair up.
“Hm? I don’t know, I didn’t hear anything.”
When Chuuya turns toward the kitchen, Dazai tosses you a wink. Your face burns as you feel yourself leaking. ⊹
⊹ DOPPO KUNIKIDA—COLLEGE HOTTIE SUCKS DICK FOR EXTRA CREDIT!
"You do realize I'm going to have to fail you," your professor informs you, looking into your eyes with a little regret. Truthfully, you've always been personable in class and shown promise as a student, and he's disappointed. Not in you, just in your poor academic performance during your final semester.
"There has to be something I can do to make up for it," you nearly plead, hands clasped together on the edge of his desk as you look to him with hope. You know you've been slacking, but you need this class to graduate.
"I don't know—" He sighs your name, clearly confliced. Your attendance record is less than impressive these days, and Kunikida's enforced a strict class participation policy throughout his years of teaching—as well as no extra credit—something he makes clear to all of his students in all of his classes, and you especially should know better after taking his classes for four years. "I don't know. Like what?" Maybe you can do a few credits in the summer and still walk at graduation, or pick up an internship. But he wants you to take the initiative and accountability.
He doesn't really know how to protest when you're slipping out of your seat and sinking to your knees as a spark starts to gleam in your eyes. You rattle off a few academic ideas for posterity, but ultimately find your hands sliding up his thighs and fiddling with his belt.
Fuck it, you think, you'll be out of here soon enough. Plus, Kunikida's always been kind, compassionate, understanding, and sexy—too invested in his field to even notice that handfuls of students on campus would throw themselves at him given the chance. Maybe he'll finally understand, you muse to yourself, as you work his hardening cock out of his dress pants.
He chokes out your name when you take his length in both of your hands; he's all the way gone when you're swirling your tongue over his tip, giving in to your little idea for extra credit sooner than he'd ever admit to himself.
"Oh, fuck—" He's staring up at the ceiling of his office in pure bliss because his student is working hot, sloppy kisses down the underside of his cock. His hands twist into your hair, and you gaze up at him, doe-eyed, as his head falls forward and he looks at you through his glasses. "Keep going. Don't fucking stop."
He's trying not to thrust into your mouth when you fondle his balls; his pretty blond bangs are dampening with sweat, and you can't take your eyes off him as you bob your head faster, hollowing your cheeks around him and moaning at the taste of your professor's cock heavy in your mouth. He twitches and jumps at your attention to detail—your fingers raking tracks down his thighs, your frantic tongue, your fluttering lashes and sugary moans, gags, and slurps that are music to him.
You know, as he falls apart more and more by the second, you won't have to worry about this class anymore.
"Unh—uh, yes, oh, fuck, we'll work something out, yeah, gorgeous? Just don't stop—d—don't stop, don't fucking stop, I'm gonna cum down that pretty throat, yeah, and we'll get it all figured out." ⊹
⊹ YUKICHI FUKUZAWA—NAUGHTY SECRETARY SEDUCES HOT BOSS!
You're perched on his desk when he returns from the meeting—Yukichi, your boss, who, lately, you can't stop thinking about climbling like a tree. You're sure your coworkers see it, too, but you're his personal assistant; no one gets to be as close to him as you, and he trusts you.
Which is why you'll put the moves on him today.
He runs a hand through his silver hair—obviously stressed—sighing as he pulls his office door shut and turns to you. He speaks your name, holds a few papers in your direction, begins instructing you on what he needs from you next.
But you know better what he needs. The papers that make their way into your hands are quickly forgotten about on his desk as you uncross your legs and hop down, sauntering up to place on hand on his arm, the other on his chest.
"Sir, you look so tense. Are you sure there isn't anything else I can do?"
He makes his way to sit down in his office chair, disregarding your touch in a way that has you following after him like a puppy in need of attention.
He doesn't answer, but he also doesn't protest when you settle between his knees beneath his desk and push his yukata and haori up to pool around his hips. His dick is thick and veiny, even soft; when you spit in your hand and begin to work him up and down his mouth falls open with a sigh, and he grows at least two inches as he hardens beneath your grip.
You didn't think you'd be able to fit his absolute monster cock in your mouth, but you find yourself, throat open, with your nose pressed to his happy trail as you swirl your tongue and breathe through your nose frantically; he holds your face down, speaking very little but making up for it with the way he grunts hotly in that deep, rough voice as he bucks into the back of your throat.
"Unh—ugh..."
You breathe through your nose as his hips fall into a brutal pace; his hands on either side of your head keep you pinned in place as he uses you, takes his stress out on you. Your fingers massage his balls, and you can't help the way you hum around him when he twitches in your mouth.
Yukichi pulls out of your jaw and you gasp for air, wiping the spit that drips down your chin with the back of your hand, but he's not done. When he does speak, it's demanding, low, and it makes your cunt throb with need.
"Get up. Get up, sit on the desk. 'Need to fuck you."
You do as you’re told, open up for him with no hesitation, smiling as he works his fat cock into you—yeah, his stress will be gone in no time with the way he fucks your hole so hard and fast that you shake with each creak of his desk. ⊹
⊹ ATSUSHI NAKAJIMA—STUCK IN THE ELEVATOR WITH MY SEXY NEIGHBOR!
"Ah! Atsushi, open the door!"
"Um," he frets, punching the button until he's sure it'll break. If it's not broken already. "I—I can't, it's not working!"
Not working? Is he fucking serious? You're trapped in the door—all you did was try to reach back out for your bag you'd set by the elevator and now you're stuck, by the waist, between the two sliding maneuvers, your bag dangling from your hands.
"It's supposed to have a sensor! It's not supposed to even close when someone's on the threshold!" you cry through your teeth as you try to squirm out. Atsushi's mind is already working, though, over the way you're pinned in half, wiggling your ass as you struggle against the industrial strength of the elevator door. "Atsushi, help me, please call someone or something—"
But his hands are on your hips, pulling backward, and you can't help the noise of surprise that slips out of you.
"Atsu', I seriously don't think that will work, please, just call—Atsushi!"
His hands shake as he slides your pants and underwear down your thighs, exposing your ass; he tunes out your protesting as he undoes his belt. You hear the clink of it hitting the ground, you feel his fingers dipping into your cunt from behind, and he cannot be fucking serious.
"I'm sorry," he cries like it's out of his control—he feels like it is. "I'm sorry, you're so hot, you're right here, I've wanted this for so long."
And you feel yourself beginning to drip at his desperate tone. You can't fucking believe it—this is depraved. This is some shit you would've never expected from the sweet, cute boy in the apartment across the hall who helped you drag your bedframe and couch from this very elevator to your room but here he is, prodding at you with his pathetically leaky cock while you're stuck in the damn elevator door.
And you'd be frustrated with how your body reacts, but as he slides his dick along your cunt, drenching himself in your wetness, you can't help but arch back into his touch.
"Atsushi, you have to fuck me, please."
And he does, fast and unpracticed—he whimpers for you, tells you you're all he thinks about when he jerks off; he confesses that he looks through his peephole when he knows you're leaving for work or school just to get at least one glimpse of you everyday to fuel his imagination, and you gush around him, the pain of the door trapping you falling irrelevant, drifting out of your mind, as he buries his face in your shoulder and humps into you like an animal, pounding against your cervix.
"Fuck, that's right, so good, so, so good—better than I could've imagined—agh, fuck, that's right, take it all, take it, take it, take it...!" ⊹
⊹ RYUUNOSUKE AKUTAGAWA—HOT BABE HAS NO MONEY, LETS THE DELIVERY BOY DESTROY THAT PUSSY!
You rifle through your wallet and hum when you come up short. "Um, I... know you said you don't have a card reader, but I don't have enough cash."
The delivery boy looks at you with little more than boredom until you invite him in.
"Here, let me look in my room—I might have more stashed somehwere..."
He stands over you, searching you with his curious gray eyes as you dig through a drawer, a bag, another bag, only to come up short again. You even peek under your mattress for good measure, but you're just out. You turn to him sheepishly.
"I, uh... I don't have enough, I'm really sorry."
"Well, I can't leave without some form of payment," he deadpans, and you try to think of something, anything—you have a few giftcards for other delivery services, some jewelry—but he's letting his bag fall off his shoulder and grabbing you by the hips before you can register what he means.
You end up face down, ass up on your bed as a compromise, his hips rutting into you from behind as he holds your wrists behind your back. Ryuunosuke his name tag read—you're quick to adopt a way around that mouthful, moaning out, "Ryuu, Ryuu, please!" as he splits you open and calls you a whore.
"Fuckin' slut—"
When you're able to glance back for a second you can see his pretty black hair swaying with each rough thrust, and you're sure he's hitting your lungs—he's so fucking deep inside you, and you're gasping, moaning for more.
"—so eager to—unh—take this dick. Probably hiding your cash somewhere."
But whether you are or not doesn't matter; your eyes are rolling back to the hard smack of his hips against your ass and the white-hot pleasure that rolls through you every time he plows straight into your g-spot, and he's throbbing inside of you at the way your cunt grips him. Your pizza's getting cold on the counter in your kitchen, but you don't care—not when he bunches his fingers up in your hair to arch you back up to him so he can wrap his other hand around your throat.
You hold onto him as he bends you, pulling air down into your lungs when you can, and his gravelly voice barrages you with more words that make you gush around his cock.
"Gonna let me cum in this pussy so you don't have to fork over a few bucks for a pizza? Pathetic."
His teeth sink into your shoulder, his other hand reaches down to torture your neglected clit, and you're sure he's gonna break you over this, your hot delivery boy who just so happened to have the idea to fill you up as payment. You pant his name desperately between thunderous moans—you're gonna cum soon. ⊹
⊹ SAKUNOSUKE ODA—THIS PLUMBER FIXED MORE THAN JUST MY PIPES!
"Okay, that should do it." The man stands up, back to a height at which he towers over you, and you lean on the doorframe to the kitchen as he shuts the cabinets beneath your sink. "It's all movin' again."
You were in your robe when you answered the door, but you'd be lying if you said you didn't run to the bathroom to fix your hair and swipe on a little lip balm while he was working. Really, you hadn't meant to try to fuck the plumber. But this man was gorgeous, with his auburn hair, stubble-lined jaw, large hands, broad shoulders. You felt your eyes widen when you first laid eyes on him, and now you'd been throbbing thinking about what those thick fingers could do other than plumbing.
You pull your robe tighter around yourself, hoping to subtly accentuate the outline of your body. "Thank you so much, really, I don't know what I'd have done without the sink."
"Probably used the dishwasher a lot more," he cracked dryly, and your previous words suddenly feel stupid, but it only serves to make him hotter.
"How should I pay you?" You stride over to him. "Cash?"
"You can just pay online." He looks tired, but he has a well-meaning smile on his face.
You look a little incredulous. "Really? I can't—do you accept tips? Seriously, top notch work and super quick. I can't not thank you."
"I'm really not supposed to take tips," he drawls, running a hand through his hair. You find yourself biting your lip; you can't look away from him. You must look like a rabid animal right now, but you can't help it.
He doesn't tear his eyes away from yours.
"I mean, unless..."
Those three words are what find you on your back in your bedroom with your robe thrown open, the sweet and efficient plumber named Sakunosuke standing at the edge as he impales you on his cock. He worked you open with those fingers first, fast and harsh, just how you begged him to, but nothing could've prepared your weeping hole for the stretch of his fat dick—and now he's pounding into you, his hands clutching your waist as you hold your legs open for him to thrust deeper, deeper.
“Oh, shit. Unh—so wet—“
His groans come from his chest, deliciously—he looks a little like he knows he shouldn't be doing this, but your cunt is sucking him in like it was what he was supposed to come here for all along. You spasm and clench around him and he throws his head back, your whole body rippling as his strong hips and heavy balls smack lewdly against your ass with each thrust.
“Mmph—fuck—break that sink of yours more often, alright?” ⊹
⊹ ANGO SAKAGUCHI—I JOINED THE MILE HIGH CLUB (EXTREMELY RISKY)!
The man you met in the airport bar—oh, he’s pretty.
He's even prettier in your mind when the pilot announces phone permissions now that you're in the air, and the first notification your phone receieves is from him.
I have an open seat next to me in first class. Come visit.
You don't hesitate for a moment. You stride forward from the economy section, past the flight attendants who protest at you flimsily to search for his seat number—you see his unmistakably gorgeous hair, his glasses, his sharp side profile as he speaks to an attendant, catches you in his peripheral, and then shoos her away.
There's hardly niceties before one of your legs is slung over his knee and he kisses you with fervor. You don't think too hard about the people around you—none of whom can actually see you but without a doubt will know exactly what's happening in a few minutes—as you grind down onto his thigh, bite his lips, draw soft gasps from him when your knee nudges his bulge.
Before you know it, his cock is free and he slides your underwear to the side so you can sink onto him; he groans shamelessly when your wet heat envelops him completely, causing heads to turn in your direction, but you just brace your knees against the airplane seat and your hands on his shoulders make quick work of milking him of everything he has.
He kisses you, hot, heavy; he smells good, he smells expensive, and you tear his dress shirt open to rake your nails down his chest as he grabs your hips, letting his head fall back and a full-bodied moan into the cramped air of the plane as he does so. You lift up to let him thrust, let lewd smacks resonate throughout first class, and with your chest in his face he rides your shirt up to latch his teeth to one of your nipples; you echo him, moaning unabashedly, running your hands through your hair, gripping him as people look on.
"Fuuuck, yeah, feels so good," he praises from beneath you. "Knew I had to fuck you from the second I saw you." His eyebrows draw up in concentration as he looks down at where your bodies meet and continues fucking up into you hard. "Hah—listen to that cunt cry for me. You like being watched, huh? Gonna let me fuck you 'til the plane smells like sex? Huh?"
You nod, messily, desperately, and he quickens his pace ever faster, pulling you back down into a sloppy kiss.
An attendant awkwardly approaches in the aisle, but the gorgeous man who's destroying your insides just holds up a palm, shoos her away again.
"Fuck—so sexy. Keep takin' this dick." ⊹
⊹ NIKOLAI GOGOL—LUCKY INTRUDER GETS TO FUCK HORNY VICTIM!
You're splayed out on your bed, two fingers stuffed deep in your cunt—and he's just surprised you didn't hear him breaking the lock on your front door.
When you meet his eyes, you're so glazed over with pleasure that you barely miss a beat, your gaze only blowing wide when he peers around your bedroom doorway. His snowy white hair, his sharp features—you can't find the sense to be alarmed at this unfamiliar man, the one holding your laptop and—is that your wallet?
Doesn't matter—they're clattering to the ground, another factor here you can't find it in yourself to care about as his gray eyes are locked onto you fucking yourself open on your sheets. The sheen of sweat that covers your skin, your desperate moans as you grind your clit against your palm, the obscene squelching that comes from your wet cunt—they all serve to propel him over to you, prompt him to dig his already-hard cock out of his pants as you just watch, beg him with your stare to come fill you up. You're so lucky he's here, really—you look like you're struggling to get deep enough with your pathetic little fingers; he guesses it's only fair that he repay you for the material goods he's about to rob you of and pawn off on whatever sucker will buy them for cash, right?
"Right? I'll help you out—" He gives his cock a few pumps as he positions himself between your legs, "—looks like you need it, sweetheart."
You can only bite your lip to supress the moan that leaves you as he enters your cunt and lifts your fingers up and out of you by your wrist to swirl his tongue around them, lick them clean. He's huge—even your third and fourth fingers weren't enough to prepare you properly for the burglar’s dick in your needy pussy, so you let out strained combinations of gasps and screams when he starts to drill into you mercilessly. You can't help the way your ankles link behind his back, the way you reach for him—and he smiles wickedly when your eyes roll back.
"You like having a stranger's cock deep in your guts, huh?" he speaks between deep sighs and grunts. You can only babble your incoherent agreement, your laptop and wallet forgotten, the actions of this man forgotten, everything but how desperately you need to squirt all over him forgotten—you reach down and rub your clit, play with your nipples as your mouth is frozen open as you moan, moan for this man who's just broken into your home. "Uh—yeah, you're gonna like takin' all my cum, too, I bet." ⊹
⊹ SIGMA—MASSEUR HELPS HIS SEXY CLIENT RELIEVE STRESS!
"Oh, yeah—right there," you groan softly as the heel of his palm meets the center of your back. You've been looking forward to this full-body massage the whole week, and this man was not disappointing.
He works his way down your back, twisting knots out as he goes—his lithe fingers feel like heaven against you, overworked from hours at your desk hunched over your computer.
But it's a full-body massage, as mentioned before; when his fingers dig into the plush of your asscheeks, you can't help the groan that leaves you.
"That okay?" he inquires; you think you hear a shake in his voice.
"More than okay," you reply, thinking you could fall asleep as he works you into relaxation. You could close your eyes from how good it feels, or you could peek behind you and see his face burning with blush at your sounds. You do the former, but smirk a little at how sweet it is of him to check in.
He checks in again when his hands are inching your underwear down, and you tell him of course, he's the professional.
He's still the professional when he climbs up on the table behind you and buries his flushed face into your cunt. You arch up and back, crooning, as his hands stay massaging you, spreading you apart, kneading your ass with career expertise and plunging his tongue into you with enthusiasm.
"Oh! Oh—feels good," you breathe, grinding back into his face, onto his nose. He laps at you happily, this masseur you've barely looked upon for a total of twenty seconds, but you can't lie to yourself and say you didn't think he was pretty when he led you back to his room; he hums into you, sending you shivering, twitching. "Please, more."
"Mhm," he mumbles, releasing one of your asscheeks to lay back beneath you and insert a long, thin finger into your pussy; you sigh, you settle onto his face, and his tongue speeds up in this new position in a way that rips a high moan from your lungs.
Not hunched, but arched, the stretch feels heavenly on your back in combination with the way he pumps another finger into you; you graciously sit up, throwing your head back, begging, pleading for more until his tongue settles into a tight back-and-forth rhythm over your clit. "Please, please, please—"
You grind against his nose, your moans become more erratic, and you dig a hand into his hair as your hips move in dizzying circles over his head.
"Cum for me?" he asks, muffled by your pussy; you'll ride him until his face is soaked. ⊹
⊹ FYODOR DOSTOEVSKY—CONFESSING MY SINS ENDS IN HUGE CUMSHOT ALL OVER MY FACE!
“And I’ve been terribly, terribly lustful, Father Fyodor,” you say with regret. “It consumes me. I really never used to be like this."
"Temptation lurks everywhere," the priest sympathizes. You can barely see him through the grate, but his soft, forgiving voice sounds close to you. "The Devil and his army are constantly exploiting our vulnerabilities to try and turn us to sin, but worry not, child of Christ; we're human. I'm here to guide you. Continue."
You shift on the wooden seat in the booth, crossing your hands tighter over your lap. "That's really all. It's been very concerning to me. I think about it... I think about it so much."
"About what?" Father Fyodor prompts, and you bristle even more at being asked to elaborate.
"Sex," it barely comes out as more than a whisper. "I can't help it—it's everywhere. It leaves me feeling so... exhausted and frustrated, and the only thing that helps is... Well..."
But you're met with silence. You know he wants you to go on. You're here to confess, after all.
"...touching myself. I do it at least once a day. It's like a burning within me—nothing helps but—but—cumming all over my fingers." Your voice is laced with shame—the throbbing of your cunt as you talk makes you feel all the more guilty, and you can only imagine how he's shaking his head. "That's all. That's all."
"You'll do penance," he says, comfortingly. "When we bring our sins to the Lord and repent he cleanses us of them."
The grate pops out of the window, and you see the the waist of his alb as he speaks his next words.
"You'll take communion, now—" the cinctures around his waist fall undone beneath his hands, and the alb is hiked up to reveal a leaking cock, pretty and pale and bobbing in the air of the confessional. "—and be saved from the flames of perdition.”
"Yes, Father, please. Anything to be saved." But your mouth waters in a way that you know has little to do with your thirst for salvation.
"Take this; eat. This is my body," he recites the scripture as his length reaches through the window; your hands, eager and already on the threshold, accept him willingly. As you wrap your mouth around him, he groans, and it's like seraphim singing their holy, holy, holy.
"That's it—child of God, follower of Christ; I absolve you of your sins," he gasps as his tip hits the back of your throat which was begging for forgiveness moments ago. His hands reach through the window to stroke either side of your face, and then hold you in place to fuck your throat. "The Lord will forgive you for this." ⊹
they love making you beg. not because they’re cruel, but because it’s intoxicating to watch someone confident unravel under them - it feeds their ego in all the best (and worst) ways.
will absolutely talk you through it. “yeah? that’s it. look at you, so needy. say it again. say what you want.” and they won’t give it to you until you do - grinning while you stumble over your words.
they're experts at edging - not just you, but themselves too. they love holding back just to draw it out, to tease you with how hard they are, how much they want you, and still keep control. you coming apart while they’re still fully clothed? top-tier victory.
will pin your hands not because you struggle, but because they like knowing you can’t touch them unless they let you. the power trip is subtle, but unmistakable.
they're vocal - low groans, dirty talk, absolutely shameless praise. “you take me so well,” “you were made for this,” or worse - “look how good you are for me.” they know the effect their words have and weaponize it mercilessly.
when they’re jealous, they don’t sulk - they prove themselves. the sex turns possessive, rougher, and they're not above saying things like, “remember who owns this,” while leaving marks in places you’ll have to explain later.
post-nut clarity doesn’t exist for them - if anything, they’re more smug after. “you can barely walk, and i’m still ready for round two. what now, sweetheart?”
mirrors are their favorite tool - bending you over in front of one or making you watch while they go down on you, eyes never leaving yours. “don’t look away now. you wanted this, didn’t you?”
surprisingly obsessed with aftercare. they might be cocky and overwhelming during the act, but afterward? they’re cradling you, massaging your thighs, stroking your hair, and whispering how perfect you were - always in that same teasing tone, just softer now.
when you try to take control or tease them? they let you… at first. let you ride it out, smirk while you try your best, and then flip the dynamic without warning. “cute. but let me show you how it’s really done.”
Just imagining puppy!Dazai and bunny!Sigma going into heat while you're out at work…
Sigma’s heat will trigger Dazai’s, and since you’re out, they have to fuck each other. They both want you instead, but they really can’t control themselves — when you get home it feels too good for them to stop.
You’ll open the door to find Sigma bent over on all fours on the carpet, face pressed against the ground, flushed and drooling, arching hard into Dazai, while Dazai is gripping Sigma’s small waist, rolling his hips against his ass, pushing his cock deep inside, head lolling forward, moaning at each thrust.
You’ll laugh as you walk up to them, grabbing a fistful of Dazai’s sweaty hair and forcing his head up to look at you. Dazai moans at the feeling of being manhandled but doesn’t have much other response – his eyes are foggy and far away, pupils blown, and as soon as you snicker, muttering “dumb puppy”, and drop his head, his eyes shoot back to where his dick is plunging in and out of Sigma’s hole, entranced by the lewd sight.
Sigma is more responsive to your presence – his eyes light up when he sees you and he tries to push himself up to greet you, to no avail. You sit in front of him and help him up a bit off the carpet, supporting him with your arms, letting him grab onto your shoulders, whining out “mommy” over and over into your neck while Dazai ruts into him from behind. You just stroke his hair and mutter “I know, bunny, I’m here now.”
You’ll ask Sig if he feels good and he’ll nod rapidly, unable to stop himself from drooling onto your shoulder. His poor cock is slapping against his stomach with the force of Dazai’s thrusts, so hard and clearly untouched, all pretty and pink and dripping. You can tell he’s close and you’ll reach out and stroke his cock to help him because Dazai sure as hell isn’t focused on that.
Poor baby, he’ll look up at you, so pitifully grateful for the bare minimum, gasping out, “ahh-thank you–thank you-”, twitching into your hand.
“Awwh, poor bunny,” you’ll pout at him, “Dazai’s been mean to you, huh? Is he being a selfish puppy?” and Sigma will just nod, only half aware of what you’re saying but loving the way you’re cooing at him and coddling him, like “Uh-huh, uh-huh. s-so mean…g-gonna cum, mommy~”
“S’okay, bunny. Go ahead, you’re okay.”
He’ll bite down softly on your shoulder, crying out as he cums all over your lap, gripping your shoulders in his trembling hands like you’re going to disappear as soon as he finishes.
Dazai can barely even process anything until he gets his first load out into Sigma’s ass. His balls are so tight and heavy and his cock is aching, his brain is hazy and his whole body is on fire. He can barely get a coherent word out besides “ffffuckk…” and “s-so tight….”
When he finally lets go, his thick cum pumping into Sigma’s tight hole, he digs his nails hard into Sigma’s ass, moaning loudly. “Fuck–…cumming!”
Sigma will cry out, grabbing your shirt, and whimper “mommyy he’s hurting meee…” and you’ll stroke his hair and coo at him, making his brain go fuzzy again. He’ll just cling onto you hard as Dazai finally slows down, sniffling and nuzzling into your neck, scenting you to calm himself down.
Dazai will be panting heavily as he pulls out, still dazed but finally registering that you’re there, and he’ll crawl over to you and collapse his head into your lap, not caring that you’re covered in Sigma’s cum. Already feeling his cock hardening again, hyper-responsive to your scent, he’ll just nuzzle his head against you and moan softly, murmuring “you’re home~ ♡ thank god. Please help us.”
-ˋˏ᯽ a/n: might make this into a full fic later...pls tell me i'm not the only one obsessed w/ sigzai and their dynamic <3 also hope i'm not the only hybrid freak out there oops! sorry for the kinktober delay, day 4 is coming out soon! enjoy this in the meantime hehe˚⊹.♡ ࣪⊹˚.
I don't know if you get a request, but if bsd men had a baby fever??? [They finally achieve their goals😅(I'm talking about dazai, Fyodor and Chūya or something😭)]
BABY FEVER (Headcanons + scenarios for DAZAI, CHUUYA and FYODOR)
A/N: Don’t worry, I didn’t disappear this time. Awfully sorry for how long it took, and I'm still not happy with how it turned out. But oh well, I hope you all enjoy!!! (and I think this is the first time I wrote for Fyodor...and I may have gone off on a slight religious tandem)
Genre: Smut, kinda fluff in headcanons?
Content warning: swearing, p in v sex, overstimulation, breeding
Synopsis: After they see you interact with kids, they notice just how motherly you are…and have this overwhelming urge to breed you. Headcanons are sfw, but scenarios are…more spicy
Dazai:
You both see a lost child in a mall
You and Dazai were just ambling around the mall (more like Dazai had dragged you along with him because he was “overworking” himself at the agency and he apparently needed a break)
Of course you had relented, because let's be real, there is no way you’re getting any work done with an overgrown panda clinging onto you and annoying the hell outta you (but he’s your overgrown panda so it's fine)
So, you’ve done some shopping, and forced Dazai to carry your bags cuz if he dragged you to go shopping, you’re totally forcing him to do at least this for you (good, you should make that lazy bastard do some work)
But then, just when you were about to leave, you hear sniffling noises
You turn and see this cute, little one wiping away their tears, but they just can't stop crying
Slowly, you approach the child whilst Dazai just stares – he couldn’t care less about this kid who was wasting his alone time with his darling Belladonna
But when Dazai sees how you coo so lovingly, and cradle the child in your arms, instantly calming them down with minimal effort, it's as if some imaginary switch was flipped on inside Dazai
Would you act like this if it were his child?
He couldn’t believe how he didn’t notice before how nurturing, how motherly, you were before
Now, he wanted to see you like this more – to see how you would act with your belly swollen with his child, or how you would tenderly rock a baby that resembled his and your features in your arms
Perhaps he’d have to do something tonight to make this dream a reality...
Scenario:
“F-fuck Osamuuuu...slow down!”
Your desperate plea is ignored by the man who has you in a mating press, thick cock stretching you until you feel a tickling pain behind the numbing pleasure, but who were you to complain? Dazai’s soft pants in your ear are driving you crazy with desire as his hips continue to move at an inhumane pace, and you swear with how impossibly deep he’s attempting to stuff himself inside you, you can feel him in your throat, stealing your broken breaths. Tears rake its way down your cheeks, as you claw at his back desperately.
“P-please! Ugh...t-too much!”
You don’t know what’s gotten into him, with how he’s been fucking you non-stop for well over half the night, no breaks and no checks. He’s stuck in his own world, desperate, desperate for something that you have yet to find out.
It's what he’s been saying for the majority of the night, but if the creamy ring around the base of his cock didn’t signify how many times he’s begged one more, then I don’t know what will. You can feel him everywhere, his cock thrusting again and again until your pussy is filled to the brim, both your juices starting to leak out due to the sheer number of times Dazai has cummed in you now.
But he still doesn’t stop.
Euphoria hits you like a drug, mind going blank as your eyes roll back, your cunt spasming rhythmically around Dazai and you cry out from the overstimulation. But your bandaged lover merely keeps going, whimpering pathetically against your neck as he’s spitting out half-formed sentences,
“G-gonna cum...be a good girl...take it all, yeah? Fuck, gonna...knock you up, my sweet ‘donna!”
Your eyes shoot open at his words, finally putting together his actions and intentions through the blissful haze. And hearing those words makes you cling more tightly to Dazai, unintentionally trying to pull him closer, and he laughs breathlessly in your ear as he whispers sensually,
“Oh my, you clenched real hard when I said I wanted to fuck a child in you...who knew my precious girl had a breeding kink.”
Each thrust is filled with raw power, feeling harder and deeper than before, and by now, all thoughts have flown out of your head, replaced by the intense pleasure only Dazai can give you. One, bandaged hand slithers down your body to your clit, rubbing it in tight circles until your scream in pleasure, intensified by the warm feeling of Dazai’s cum filling you up once more. Finally, you come down from your high, but as your body relaxes, you notice the brunet’s wicked smirk. And you feel the delicious dread course through your body as he utters one word.
“Again.”
Chuuya:
You’re a kindergarten teacher + he visits for the first time
You, my darling (Y/N), happen to be at work – teaching your small class of adorable angels – when your beloved husband’s head appears through one of the classroom’s windows
(How is he tall enough to reach?? XD jk)
You signal to our short king to wait 5 mins until your – and the kids – lunch break
5 agonising mins later, the small ones all toddle out and an impatient Chuu-chuu toddles in (sorry...not)
But just when you were about to kiss the husband who had left for a mission two weeks ago and had only returned now, a small cry of pain came from the back of the classroom
You push the mafioso away, and it's safe to say Chuuya is a bit miffed judging from the scowl/pout on his face
Chuuya watches as you expertly take the child in your arms and cradle them reassuringly, asking them what the matter was
And suddenly, your gentle voice fades into the background as Chuuya feels his pants tighten
Fuck, Chuuya doesn’t think he’s seen anything that’s as hot as his wife comforting this child like she’s been doing it all her life
But you know what would be hotter? If it were their child – if you had been consoling his child in your arms like that
And Chuuya knew that if he stayed even a second longer in that stuffy classroom with you and your soft smile, he’d pounce on you right there and then and never let go until he knew his child has been brought into existence
Muttering a quick excuse about needing to go to the PM HQ, he successfully escaped, leaving you confused about his sudden change in demeanour
Don’t worry, my dear, you’ll understand soon enough...
Scenario:
You had barely walked through the door when a ginger slammed you against the wall and growled out,
“Do you know how much I’ve wanted you since I saw you earlier today?”
And you figured he’s acting like this because of his mission, but you’re proven long pretty quickly when:
“Chuuya, please! W-wait...aaaaah!”
Your nth orgasm of the night causes you cunt to spasm uncontrollably around Chuuya’s fat cock, as you gasp at the sheer intensity, pleasure consuming you. But Chuuya still doesn’t stop, if anything, he speeds up even more. Usually he’d be done by now, preferring to spend the rest of the night cuddling and talking. But not today, not whilst his cock is effortlessly bullying your eager hole as he tightens his grip and angles his hips perfectly to hit that sweet spot to make you see stars.
“C-chuuya! Ungh..what’s the...what’s the matter?”
His blue eyes hold you captive to his gaze, as he whispers against your soft skin,
“Gonna make you the mother of my kids, my queen.”
And the way you whine at his words, revealing your desire to be bred by him, was all the consent he needed to get rougher. Chuuya lost control at the desperate gaze in your eyes and began to fuck into you with abandon once more, lewd noises filling the air.
“C-chuu-aah!”
Your pornographic moan makes Chuuya swell even more in your hot cunt, as the plap sound grew louder and faster. Chuuya’s dick hits all the right spots, drawing you closer to the inevitable edge, and your whimpers reach a beautiful crescendo as pure pleasure courses through your body, stars exploding behind your eyelids. Your pussy clenches around the thick meat inside you, and Chuuya groans against your neck as his seed spills, painting your insides white, marking you, claiming you.
“Shit (Y/N), that’s it, baby...yesss. Gonna see your tummy swollen with my kids.”
You chuckle weakly, delirious from the stuffed feeling, and you move to get up, wincing when Chuuya slides out. Your cheeks turn crimson at the feeling of his cum erotically leaking out, but suddenly, you feel a muscular hand push you down, and two fingers scoop the semen from your entrance, pushing it back into your sore pussy. Chuuya offers you a raunchy smirk as he whispers darkly,
“Neither of us are going anywhere until I knock you up for sure.”
Fyodor:
Kids running around in casino
Fyodor was usually a very calm man – someone that many people though had infinite patience – because he rarely, if ever showed his emotions
But that was not the case today where these kids in the casino were running around wildly – disrupting the poor man’s careful planning
The only thing that’s holding him back from getting rid of all those kids forever is his beloved (Y/N)
There was no way he’d bash in the skulls of infants whilst his soft lover is nearby – oh no, he’d need to maintain his façade of a man with some sort of virtue
But you being the perfect, observant person you are, immediately notice your Fyodor’s patience coming to a dangerous end, and so you quickly whisk away the child that would have become the Russian rat’s victim
Fyodor’s gaze follows you as you clap your hands to grab the attention of all the kids, and with a cheerful demeanour and encouraging smile, manage to distract them enough to keep them from disturbing Fyodor
But Fyodor was now distracted by his lover, who was easily keeping the kids company, and he couldn’t help but wonder if you’re this good at calming down brats, you’d be a great mother to his children
Those amethyst eyes darken with lust, finally planning his next moves but it had nothing to do with taking over the world
Scenario:
(myshka = mouse) – a personal fav nickname of mine teehee
You’ve never seen Fyodor’s predatory eyes glean with such filthy desire before. A man of God, who vowed to rid the world of sin, but isn’t such unfiltered lust, sin too? And like the deity he says he is, he reads your mind perfectly and answers your unasked question,
“Silly girl, God cannot sin.”
He stalks towards you, all graceful and elegant and you scamper backwards until you hit the bed. But Fyodor doesn’t stop advancing, not until he’s looming over you with a predatory smirk. And it only takes a few more seconds before both your clothes come off, and even hours later, both your bodies remain unclothed.
Fyodor and you were both too busy wrapped in each other. Squelching noises filled the air, and his condescending voice only made your cheeks grow hotter, and your pussy wetter. Fyodor’s cock hits your sweet spot with an uncanny precision that had your back arching and eyes rolling back in pleasure, desperate mewls tumbling out of your mouth.
“Fedyaaa! O-oh, God!”
“Yes...call for your God.”
He’s struggling to keep his groans of pleasure as lazy amethyst eyes lock with your own, but the arrogance in his face is unmistakeable. At least Fyodor had some illusion of control but you? You were fucking ruined by the man on top, tears of ecstasy dripping down your face as your face stretched in a permanent ahegao, only the thought of your God filling your head.
Lithe fingers pinch the pearl between your legs cruelly, a sadistic smile lighting Fyodor’s face at your desperate cry for mercy, but just like the last few times, he simply ignores you, letting you ride out the burning pain of your orgasm. Finally, it seems as if the torture ended when Fyodor releases your shaking legs, and you tremble as you sit up on the bed in between gasps for breath. You feel your cunt clench at the piercing glare he offers it, feeling the thick liquid drip out lewdly, but then his wicked eyes find yours, and the blood drains from your face at his next words,
“Oh myshka, how naïve of you to think we’re done here. After all, I have to make sure you’re truly pregnant with my child.”
I suck his dick, it's big, it's very-very big! ᝰ.ᐟ✮⋆˙
◟♡ ˒ ʾʾ — who'd make you cockwarm him while he works, the door unlocked, his dick so close to your g-spot but he wouldn't let you move! hands keeping your waist in place as his dick keeps you all stuffed n warm.
“I'll be done soon, sweetheart, you can wait a little more right? So, be a good girl n stop movin’ so much.”
◟♡ ˒ ʾʾ — who'd praise you for sucking him off so good, tears forming at the corner of your eyes as you try not to gag on his huge dick. Guiding your tongue on his dick, gently holding your hair, shooting thick ropes of cum in your mouth.
“God, your mouth feels so good, my sweets. Keep goin’ alright? looking so pretty f’ me.”
◟♡ ˒ ʾʾ — who'd taunt n insult you while you gag on his dick, roughly grabbing your hair and making you take him fully. Your mascara n lipstick all ruined, eyes rollin’ back when he cums in your mouth. :(
“You look like some cheap whore like this, y'know. I bet you're getting wet from me degrading you, hm? As expected.”
◟♡ ˒ ʾʾ — who'd fuck you in a mating press, his big cock stretching your insides, hitting your womb. Pressin’ his hand on your tummy to feel his dick in you, making you whine. Your tummy already full from how much he cums, you definitely can't go for another round.. + he's gonna fuck you till you need a wheelchair.
“It won't fit? Don't worry, darlin’. Gonna make your cunt remember my dick, don't worry! Even if it does forgets, I'll just fuck ya again.”
◟♡ ˒ ʾʾ — who'd fuck you till your dumb n can only think of him and his dick if you do decide to act all bratty or he'd just tie you up n put a vibrator on your clit and watch as you squirm around trying to get a release, but he turns off the vibrator just when you're gonna cum. :(
"Should've thought before being like that, what did you expect, princess? acting all flirty with that random guy, trying to make me jealous."
◟♡ ˒ ʾʾ — who’re either super experienced from sleeping around or just fucking virgin losers, walkin’ around with that big ass dick in his pants.
