#male you

[miange1]

BOOTY SO BIG🌺

(lawd..have mercy)

pairing‧₊ ̊🍹✩ ₊ ̊🍉⊹♡. . . perverted bf x big booty(🤤) male reader

warnings𓂃 ོ⋆☀︎𓂃⛱. . . having gooning sessions , body worship , reader got a fat ass , spanking , purposely buying someone tight clothes , hinted himbo reader(heavily implied that reader is in fact a himbo. he doesn't need to be buff in your perspective tho he is got a nice ass), VERY cringe wording i refused to read over it, obliviousness, public-ish sex

background knowledge⋆. 𐙚 ̊🍋‍🟩♪⋆.✮. . . your boyfriend loved absolutely everything about you. especially your ass. loves the way it jiggles when you walk, loves

tag list🏷️. . . @dearestlitteleaf , @sillyvan , @s1llygo0s3 , @petrinholas , @marsttl , @haru1yoshi , @kanade-k7

notes. . . y'all im sorry again school is annoying and im always taking longggg naps on weekdays😔 i never proofread

he met you on a bad day. terrible day in fact. he only got half credit from his professors due to a late turn in, people were doing too much, he wasn't getting enough sleep, and his managers were such assholes at his job. he just needed a smoke, that was it.

what he had expected was to get his pack and go, smoke the cheapness of the cigarette filter when he got back outside. but what he hadn't expected was the see the finest man in existence to snap him out of his tiredness. you were real sweet for this time of the day too, all about "hi! welcome to the gas station, how many i help you?" bright and pretty smile on your face, gave him a little wave too. you were already cute, he was already captivated.

"i'll get uh.." he squinted his eyes a little. "camel brand please." he nodded, with a "you got it," then you turned around— good lord you turned around. he noticed the shape first, the way the back of your shirt rested at the top of your ass, tight and hugging that bit. then the way your pants had hugged the curve so damn good he felt himself salivate. then it was the way it moved, a small step making your cheeks jiggle subtly but very very noticeably. he took in a sharp breath, leaning on the counter as his hand covered his mouth.

"here you are sir," you handed him the pack, calculating the price. but no, not yet he couldn't leave. "ah..shit. im a fuckin' idiot i meant marlboro." he hated that brand. he tskd, handing the pack back to you and you reassured him it was no issue. his head went a little to the side, tongue licking at the top row of his teeth. yeah, watch you arch your back reeaal good and pop that ass out for him— "here you go! just need your ID please and that'll be 2.50." he gave an mhm, and gave you the things needed.

constant visits to the gas station turned into conversations on your break, to number and social exchange, then he was inviting you to his dorm room and holding a (ass)cheek with his tongue down your throat. he wasn't too subtle about it anymore if you could call his past little flirts subtle, though to you they definitely would be. he would smack your ass whenever you got up or walked in front of him, especially if it was up the stairs. he would give comments, squeeze real tight and bend his finger near your hole just to see you flinch and jump. it was cute.

it was even better when he fucked you, having you bent in front of him and each plap, plap, plap of skin drove him mad. his hand could be elsewhere yet his eyes would be fixated on the way your ass rippled with each thrust of his hips slapping into your skin.

you shivered, teeth clenching together hard enough to grind as your fingers gripped to the front counter you worked behind. the gas station apron you wore was loose around your hips, pants down to your ankles and back arched to perfection. his pupils dilated, hands squeezing at the fat flesh of your glutes as his hand lifted and— "ah!?" a harsh thwak echoed throughout the small store, your squeal of surprise even louder. "mhm.." he huffed through his nose, never stopping despite the very stinging burn pulsing through his lower back and hips.

"yeah, look at this ass bouncin' for me baby." your head turned back, embarrassment clouding your face completely because he was right. you could see the way your arch made the globes of flesh bigger and you could genuinely see it. you whined, flustered as ever and burying your face into your arms like that would erase it all. even worse was that you could feel it too.

"na-uh, don't be all shy with me now." he clicked his tongue, fingers coming to your hair and pulling so harshly that your scalp burned. "i said look. 'nd you gon' keep lookin' understand me?" you hiccuped, nodding your head as your glossy eyes flickered towards his hips pounding the ever loving hell out of you.

whenever he got you pants they wouldn't ever last long. he would buy you things all the time when he should be paying his tuition, yet each time he past the leggings section or jeans he just had to buy the entire rack of each.

"mh..this is..eugh–" your fingers looped around the jeans loops, your legs shuffling a little to try and get the waist line above the bottom part of your body but it just wouldn't go up! "this is a little tight.." he almost told you that was the entire point. you scoffed in annoyance, your toes tipping before you lightly jumped— fuck.

on about the fifth jump they popped on real quick. you huffed with accomplishment, buttoning and zipping up your fly. "alright! i got them on thankfully!" he nodded, standing up and turning you around to face the mirror again. your face dropped seeing his hands start to unzip the fly and unbutton the button. this asshole.

"i just got these on! you can't just take them off!?"

[solvivo]

BLUE LOCK HEADCANONS.

> FIRST DATE — first dates full of ego, awkwardness, and hidden feelings.

by : me

"Egoists don’t fall in love... except by their own rules.

The first step, first glance, first evening — and maybe the first hint of something more."

[Reader-insert | relationships: from one-sided to mutual .]

Enjoy

CHARACTERS:

Isagi Yoichi

Yukimiya Kenyu

Rin Itoshi

Shoei Baro

Yo Hiori

‎Michael Kaiser

░▒▓ Yukimiya Kenyu ▓▒░

"He invited you. Or you invited him. It doesn’t matter. The important thing is the evening he will remember."

Initiative could come from either side, and then agreeing is your choice.

Restaurant with a “dark kitchen”:

"Loss of sight sharpens the other senses. And I want to remember your voice."

The darkness is tense — but he breathes calmly. At the table, he easily jokes about his illness, but everything is restrained and elegant. He listens to you with attention to detail, his voice carrying philosophy and vulnerability. Of course, the best compliments about your appearance are given in a way that you will remember for a long time — a connoisseur of exquisite things.

Lecture by an inspiring athlete:

"Success stories are like fuel. I wanted you to feel that with me."

Opera and bar afterwards. The chosen option:

"Yes, I know it sounds old-fashioned. But I want to see your reaction to art that demands depth."

"The opera was... impressive. He seemed a little surprised, but he listened carefully and later asked interesting questions. After the performance, we went to a small bar near the theater and discussed what we saw. I noticed he knows a lot about music, even if it’s not apparent at first."

At the end of the date:

"This was… interesting. I learned something new about myself and the world. This person… he seems to understand me. Maybe this is the beginning of something bigger. Or just a useful experience. Either way, the time wasn’t wasted."

"I saw him from a different side, and he saw me. And perhaps that’s the most important thing. Will there be a second date? I hope so. I feel there is something more between us than just friendship."

"He understood. Didn’t pity. Just was there. And that… is valuable. Maybe something more will grow from this. I wouldn’t mind." <

░▒▓ Shoei Baro ▓▒░

"You invited him. He accepted. But from now on — only his rules."

You also made the invitation, and the initiative was yours, but the choice was his.

"Date? With me? With him? Funny. And yet... his persistence, his gaze... it challenges me. Alright, I agree. But this will be my date. No sappy stuff, no romance."

Karting. Speed, noise, challenge: (though at first, he chose...)

"Not just some rendezvous. This is a fight for domination."

The choice fell on: the newest and coolest fitness center in town, where I could show him my skills and dominance. Or maybe an elite restaurant with the most expensive food to emphasize my success. The main thing — demonstration of power.

Alright, alright. Maybe I overdid it a bit. He would just mock the fitness center. The restaurant? Too predictable. In the end, I chose... damn karting. It’s a way to show speed, aggression, and it’s relatively informal.

"I’m not going to cuddle. No tender touches or languid looks. Only domination and competition. I will show him what I’m worth."

A straightforward, honest conversation. No lies, no pretending. I will show him my confidence, my ambitions, my thirst for victory. If he can withstand my pressure, then he’s worth something.

"You turned out surprisingly good at karting. He kept trying to overtake me, cutting me off, pressing hard. At first, that pissed me off, but then... I realized. He’s not afraid of me. He accepts my challenge. During the break, we talked a little, and he was surprisingly straightforward. No flattery, only honest questions and barbs."

He’s jealous of your overtakes, gets annoyed... and suddenly, he smiles. He likes that you’re not afraid.

Afterwards — a cheap diner and a huge portion of ramen.

"After karting, we went to a cheap diner, and he ordered just a huge portion of ramen. I expected him to be embarrassed, but he just devoured it, saying that after racing you need to eat well. Did I like it? No, of course not. He was just... unpredictable."

"You ate like you had won. Honestly? That’s freaking funny."

At the end of the date:

"I was myself. Dominant, confident, ruthless. I showed him who’s boss here. But honestly, his reaction threw me off a bit."

"Overall, the date was... interesting. Not what I expected, but not a total disaster either. He turned out to be stronger and smarter than I thought. Maybe there’s something... interesting here. And hell, I won’t admit that out loud. Will there be a second date? Maybe. But only on my terms."

"I’m not looking for romance. I’m looking for strength beside me. If you can handle me — maybe you’ll stay."

░▒▓ Yo Hiori ▓▒░

‎> "The hardest part is not meeting, but getting out. He went out. For you."

Definitely, you invited him on a date. It was difficult because first, you had to “kidnap” him from his own home. The boy has overly controlling parents, so you must be a football player to be his friend, though his parents still look down on you as a rival.

‎"When He asked me for the first date, I... admit, I panicked a little. I had never dated anyone before, and suddenly realized I had no idea what even happens on dates."

‎Retro movie theater .Cozy café .‎The choice fell on:

‎> "Let’s keep it simple. I don’t need luxury. I need… communication."

‎Ideally, he imagined something simple and relaxed. No fancy restaurants with lots of unfamiliar utensils and strict dress codes. Something where we could just chat and get to know each other better.

‎You suggested going to the new cinema showing retro films. At first, he hesitated a bit because you can’t talk much in a movie, but then it was still better than sitting in tense silence in a too-formal place.

‎Maybe some awkwardness, but that’s okay. The important thing is to show that you’re interested in the other person, ask questions, and genuinely listen to the answers. No games or trying to impress.

‎Just have a good time and get to know me better. No pressure or expectations for more. Just friendly, pleasant communication.

‎He talks about his dreams, shyly about himself, listens a lot to you. His eyes shine when you talk.

‎Nearby — warmth and silence, like inside an old photo album.

‎"The movie theater was dark, and we didn’t talk much before the film. But afterwards, when we went to a small café nearby, the conversation started naturally. We discussed the movie, our favorite genres, and then somehow moved on to talking about our hobbies."

‎At the end of the date:

‎I tried to be myself. I talked about myself, asked questions, listened, laughed at his jokes (even the ones not so funny). I wanted to show that I enjoyed spending time with him and that I was interested in getting to know him better. He walked me to my house, and we talked a little by the door until my parents chased him away. He said he really liked it and asked if I wanted to go somewhere again next time.

‎"Overall, I think the first date went well. Of course, there was some awkwardness and surprises, but that’s normal. The main thing is that we were able to truly communicate and get to know each other a little better. And honestly, I’m looking forward to the next date."

‎> "Nothing special… and that’s what makes it special. I want more. If you do too — just say it."

░▒▓ Isagi Yoichi ▓▒░

‎> "You invited him. He tried himself, but got stuck. You smiled — and he sighed with relief."

‎Most likely it was you — he wouldn’t be able to properly invite you halfway through. He was shaking while trying to say the date invitation out loud, and you beat him to it, or rather correctly rephrased it and agreed to go on a date with him.

‎"A date… uh… I never thought it would come to this. But… he agreed, I did it! Hope I don’t ruin everything with my awkwardness. I need to focus like on the field!"

‎> "Football is my world. I hope you are ready to enter it. Even if only for an hour."

‎First, he will ask his parents what their first date was like to understand where it’s better to take his partner. He will immediately regret asking after he gets bombarded with ten questions like, "When will you bring them home?"

‎ Small café with good coffee, near the football field:

‎"I don’t know where people usually go on dates… But this place is near the field, and the coffee is good. Maybe we could practice a bit afterwards? No, that’s too pushy…" (He wants to feel comfortable and in his element. Football is his comfort zone. He’ll be nervous for a long time until you change the topic.)

‎ Park:

‎"Hope he’ll like it. I’m not very good at romance… But we could take a walk, just to relax. It’s fun, right?" (Actually, Isagi wants to suggest something he likes and hopes his partner will like too. He sincerely believes that shared interests are a great way to get closer.)

‎ Karaoke (on friends’ suggestion. They found out too):

‎"A friend said karaoke is fun… I’m not a great singer, but… Maybe it'll help me relax and not be so tense?" (He’s stepping out of his comfort zone to do something for his partner but still feels awkward.)

‎"I know football is my life. I hope he can understand and accept it. He doesn’t have to love football as much as I do, but… just understand."

‎"I want to know him as a person. His dreams, his fears… everything."

‎He is one of the top three best listeners, so he’ll be fully immersed even in your monologue, happy if you speak and he just keeps the conversation going.

‎"I hope we find something that connects us. Shared interests, shared goals… something."

‎He’s nervous but sincere. He carefully maintains the conversation, grateful for every look you give him.

‎He’s torn between "being a gentleman" and "not seeming weird" but is unsure if the guy will like it. He will directly ask if you feel comfortable with him.

‎At the end of the date:

‎> "Uh… Well, that was… more interesting than I expected. I was a bit nervous, but… I think it went pretty well. He… he really listened when I talked about football. And he even smiled! Maybe… maybe something could work out. Maybe I’m not that boring? I hope he’ll want to meet again." <

░▒▓ Rin Itoshi ▓▒░

"He agreed. Not because he likes you. But because you caught his attention."

You didn’t invite him — you invited his. (If he agrees, it means there’s something in you.)

"Date? A pointless waste of time. But… somehow he caught my interest. Strong enough not to be a burden, and… interesting enough not to waste time. But if he disappoints me… that will be his last mistake."

Closed stadium at night → horror movie:

"Silence. Space. Control. I want to see how you handle it."

The viewing stand of a closed football stadium at night: "Just us, silence, and the perfect field. Let him see where geniuses are born. And understand he’s standing next to one." (Rin wants to dominate the setting and highlight his bond with football, his top priority.)

he’s a bad listener and an even worse storyteller, so this date won’t be remembered as something romantic.

In the end, he chose a movie theater and A horror film (it’s clear he picked the movie), popcorn. He’ll laugh quietly if his guy gets scared. At the end of the movie, he’ll say he’s seen better horrors (heavy sigh). Won’t be very tactile (God forbid he tolerate a half-hug at parting — he wouldn’t allow anyone to touch him).

You sit together in the cinema. He silently offers you popcorn. The screen lights his face; he slightly turns his head, noticing how you flinch at a screamer.

He murmurs:

"This isn't scary yet."

(on his face — a barely noticeable smirk)

Mostly silence and calm.

"I value silence. Empty talk annoys me."

He speaks little, doesn’t smile, doesn’t touch. But he watches.

He wants to test you — in fear and in calm.

He didn’t like the film. But your expression — yes.

At the end of the date:

"Hmm… Not so bad. There’s something in him. But he must prove he deserves my time. I’ll keep watching. If he disappoints me… I’ll just leave. But… something in his eyes… makes me think. Maybe he can surprise me. Though, I’m not sure I want that."

"If you’re not a weakling — we’ll see each other again. I don’t promise anything. But for now, you’re holding the bar."

░▒▓ Michael Kaiser ▓▒░

"You invited him. He accepted. But now you’re playing on his field."

It is him who is invited on the date. But he chooses the place, he pays for the restaurant, he calls the taxi to take you there.

"Too much honor — to owe someone anything. I can take care of myself."

"Date? It’s nonsense, of course. But… someone turned out to be persistent enough. And handsome enough to catch my interest. So, naturally, I’ll make sure it’s… unforgettable. For him."

Michelin-starred restaurant. View. Wine. Attention.

"I pay. I choose. I decide what kind of evening this will be. And, maybe… with whom."

Of course, I don’t waste time with dives. No rush, only refinement and a perfect view. Let him get used to the best since he ended up with me."

(Kaiser wants to demonstrate his status and taste to impress.)

He’s a star. But doesn’t pose. Just observes. Listens if you speak to the point.

Your sincerity surprises him. He’s curious who you really are.

But he also wants to hear admiration directed at him (hidden or obvious):

"Of course, he must understand who he’s dealing with. Silent admiration is the minimum. Though, I don’t mind open adoration either. Just as long as it’s not sickly sweet."

Private club with invitation-only membership:

"So that all those plebeians know their place. And so he understands he entered the chosen circle. Though, of course, all this is just decoration. Only I matter."

He wants to feel special and exclusive, and to share this feeling with the partner.

Throughout the evening, he’ll mostly listen to his partner — interested in what brought them there, here, with him.

At the end of the date:

"Well, not bad. He definitely is… interesting. But he has to prove his worth. This is just the beginning. Let’s see what he’s capable of. Although… I have to admit, that look he had when he left… wasn’t bad. Maybe I’ll call him."

There won’t be a second date if his motivation wasn’t impressive:

He won’t answer messages or calls anymore.

"You didn’t cave in. You didn’t suck up. That’s already good. But if you want a second chance — you’ll have to surprise me."

THANKS FOR READING!

💌 I’m open to requests for headcanons, alternate universes, lots of first-date ideas, and much more — I’m ready to try writing for you!

💭 Who among them would arrange a dream date for you, or maybe you want to suggest others as well?

Hello everyone, I think this is important. I hope you’ll like my first post in this fandom. Honestly, it’s been through a lot — about five changes, not counting character edits. I also hope this format fits more with headcanon rather than reactions... Here it’s a male reader, but it leans more towards nb reader, so feel free to read it that way until I fully establish the personality and character for the male reader.

Don’t be afraid or shy to send me ideas for headcanons, I’m a bit slow with those.

I will try to be polite and sociable for you 🙏

I hope my poor English will not greatly interfere with your reading. I am not a native English speaker. It’s immediately clear who my favorite is. This took so long to edit, I hope nothing got lost again.

[michieyong]

Title: Let Me Share The Pain With You

I watch too many dramas lately and got inspiration to draw this. Here’s how the story goes, You loves Riko, but Riko loves Chika and Chika loves Riko. Mari Loves Kanan, but Kanan is married to Dia, please read the previous page here for a better understanding! I’ll continue this, there’s a final part where it takes place during You and Mari’s wedding. 

[miange1]

REPLACED...?

batch. . .🍥～⁠(⁠つ⁠ˆ⁠Д⁠ˆ⁠)⁠つ⁠｡⁠☆. . . replaced alien bf x male reader

batch ingredients. . .🍙o⁠(⁠(⁠*⁠^⁠▽⁠^⁠*⁠)⁠)⁠o. . . abuse mentions(from original boyfriend) , killing someone and consuming them , weirdly wet sex , soft sex , the smut scene is very short , slight himbo behavior , his loving nickname for you is literally hairless monkey , not necessarily stockholm syndrome but attachment to abusiveness , reader is hinted to malnourishment , obliviousness

something to know about the batch. . .🥟♡⁠(⁠˃͈⁠ ⁠દ⁠ ⁠˂͈⁠ ⁠༶⁠ ⁠). . . your boyfriend had been(so obviously)replaced by an alien who was sent to earth purely for his kind to have more food due to the shortage. he is checking if humans are edible and if they're even worth saving if not edible. so when your boyfriend came home from his trip acting so..swee(at least for him). it rose your suspensions

owners note. . .🍚(⁠っ⁠.⁠❛⁠ ⁠ᴗ⁠ ⁠❛⁠.⁠)⁠っ. . . i never proofread. thought this would be fun

as much as you hated it. you were missing your boyfriend. you missed him and it made you feel so disgusting you almost forgot about the weirdly shaped bruise on your stomach that just wouldn't go away. he could yell, scratch , punch , kick , anything. but this little vacation was affecting you more than you thought it was. you thought it would be exciting , but now you were just sad and worried. worried if he'd found someone else and used this trip as a way to leave you without actually telling you.

then the door clicked open, and the jingle of keys came to your ears. he was back early.. you were instantly up on your feet, shaking slightly but you made your way towards the door. "good evening— boy..friend?" your boyfriends voice rang in your ears, and then you had seen some flowers in his hand. "you're back early, how was your trip?"

he seemed to go silent, his lips twitching as his eyes darted everywhere but your face. "it was..it was good. here." he shoved the flowers towards you. he has never gotten you flowers ever. "i slaughtered these flowers for you. hairless monkey." your lips pressed into a thin line. hairless..monkey? well you guessed that's basically what you were, but why would he call you that.

"oh, thank you this is very sweet of you?" he shook his head, swallowing harshly. "no they are not sweet. they're very bitter." he spoke referencing the flowers before stepping past you. well you didn't really have a vase because he never got you flowers before but you guessed you could find something. "coco will be happy to see you, shes asleep right now." you set the flowers down, and your boyfriend tilted his head confused.

"coco? who is—" there was a loud bark, the sound of a door shoving open as the overly large golden retriever lifted on her hind legs and came to lick at his face. and he had tried so hard not to freak out, with fail. "goodness– does this creature intend to eat me?!" he really was acting weird. what had happened?

—

"shall we engage in human sexual intercourse?" he wanted to fuck. he always did. you never said no, you couldn't say no but as of now it felt like you were allowed to say no. "i..sure.." he hadn't yelled at you all day. he was mainly silent , looking too hard at things , and twitching. just randomly twitching out of nowhere.

he nodded, coming in front of you and started undressing you like he didn't know how clothes worked. but that wasn't truly it. realistically, "he" was smarter than you, any sort of other weirdly being was smarter than the human race. but, he didn't know how humans actually worked nor did he know how complicated their bodies were. once you were naked, you felt his lips softly only your skin.

it felt cold and clammy, but you felt the good intentions he had. his hands caressed along your sides, his leg nudging your thighs apart. he seemed nervous, like he hadn't done this before. "hey..are you alright?" you looked up at him, and his eyes glanced upwards. he blinked quickly, but nodded. "i am alright. hairless monkeys are confusing." he had to be on drugs. "but," his cheek nuzzled into yours sweetly. "i do want to do this. i would appreciate your patience."

"..okay. i'll be patient."

hell, your patience had paid off.

he had you in a full nelson, his arms looped underneath your knees and kept them held to your chest. you swore he was bigger than usual, his cocks tip leaked so much it had to count as a full bottle of lubricant. "jesus— christ!" you'd gasp and writhe as his dick pounded in and out of you quickly and harshly.

"i assume your prostate is right.." he stopped, adjusted you and hoisted you up before slamming harder. "here. yes?" you nodded eagerly, tears running down your face and drool dripping freely. he never had you like this. it was always about five minutes , either boring or really painful. "from your reaction i will say i am correct. it feels good."

he grunted, shivering and swallowing harshly. it felt good for him too. the way his kind reproduced was much more different than humans. you weren't even supposed to feel anything, but the fact he did had him messed up. he had never truly felt something so warm and tight..heard someone feel so pleasured from his actions and he loved it more than he thought he would. he started making those noises too, it was almost embarrassing and he felt like a disgrace to his kind.

putting you to sleep felt calming. he didn't know animals with hair only on their head and face could be so cute. you snored quietly, and it all seemed so peaceful. he saw the bruises , you acted like they didn't hurt while he engaged in intercourse but he could tell. his hand rested on your stomach, and one thing to the next the big weird shaped bruise was no longer there.

now he was hoping your kind wasn't edible.

[miange1]

hear me out, HEAR ME OUT.

loser bf x popular reader?

and i mean like incel type shi and pervert loser. like bf is into hentai, has weird obsessions(like readers sweaty clothes or something), overly jealous and will doxx people over reader

that type shi🤤

~FREAK LIKE ME♪~

customers order: incel loser bf x popular(male) reader

side dishes: hentai/porn additions, reader is popular because he's nice and not a jerk, recreations, toys, overstimulation, stalking before and while being together, sweat kinks, incel bf is attractive just weird, cumming fixations

owners note: i never proofread

incel bf, who was honestly the guy no one ever wanted to even surround themselves with, let alone date. but you? your sweet heart saw past the weirdness that would never go away. you allowed yourself to be friends with him, you let him sit at your table, and even let him borrow some of your clothes just to do it. all of those were big mistakes

incel bf, who had a literal shrine of you. he'd taken photos of you when you didn't know and he'd jerk off to them, sometimes keeping the cum there and hanging them up near the shrine. one of your shirts were his pillow case, at one point he needed to wash that shit thoroughly. his porn addition was ridiculous, but it was alright. you'd help him get through it like the good boyfriend you were.

incel bf, who was honestly a sweet guy past all of the bullshit. he would get you gifts(knew you liked it before dating), would take you to your favorite places(watched you go there without your knowledge), and be clingy. the man loved you, you were his first real life boyfriend and he would never let you go. he would keep you here for as long as he could.

incel bf, who has never had sex before. but his dick was bigger than his ego, surprisingly. the first time he had gotten courage to fuck you was when you had felt all over him during a make out, you were able to give him a little push in the direction you wanted him. "we don't have to—" but he'd cut you off, not with words but with actions

incel bf, who was the biggest pervert known to man. he had an array of toys he bought specifically for you. dildos, nipple clamps, vibrators, gags, whatever he had it was all for you. and he would put them to use, wouldn't let them collect dust.

incel bf, who would watch you squirm and whine. watch you buck your hips and bury your face into the pillows while your toes curled into the sheets. he laughed creepily, saliva dripping from his mouth and onto your abdomen, his eyes scanning along your body. the vibrator was attached to your cock that continuously leaked and twitched, your own cum already painting your skin. the nipple clamps painfully tweaking at your sensitive flesh, and a dildo shoved up your ass and your tummy showing a visible bulge. "f-fuck, you look exactly like my favorite hentai.."

incel bf, would constantly overstimulate you and have you grabbing for him. the smell of cum and sweat lingered and he sniffed it like an addiction. he loved every scent that came from you, got high off of it. "you wanna cum again? g-go on, please do it..i wanna watch." it was so embarrassing, but you loved it because of how pleased he was. he would jerk himself off above your body, cum mixing with yours on your stomach but he wouldn't stop. you were a drug.

incel bf, who was in fact a creep— a word far too light. but he would never leave you all tired and dirty. no, no, you were still his boyfriend. besides, aftercare is important.

[miange1]

HELLO HELLO HELLO

i would like an alpha upper classmen and trouble maker omega(male) reader?

maybe he's always so bougie and above himself because he doesn't give into his own instincts, and he's more responsible?

but maybe reader is always acting up and that irks him but what truly makes him crack is him getting his rut early after school?

rough and feral sex

STUCK UP LITTLE ALPHA🍰

batch. . .☆⌒ヽ(*'､^*)chu🍨 . . . upperclassmen alpha x troublemaker omega male reader

batch ingredients. . .(｡・//ε//・｡)🍮 . . . made it take place in university(boarding) type school so it's legal(age range 18-20 so they seem passable to be idiots) , crushing , fights , rimming , slick eating , overstimulation , desk sex , fake enemies to lovers , teasing , being full of ones self aka narcissism , feral behavior , rough sex , self lubricant(can count as raw dogging) , breeding kink , degradation , almost getting caught , early ruts , heat triggering , scent kink , choking , asshole referred to as pussy/cunt

bakers note. . .( ´ ∀ `)ノ～ ♡🍡 . . . i never proofread. can someone pay for my janitor ai proxy. a little longer than my usual fics. wrote this at 2am if it makes no sense im sorry💔

you were so insufferable it drove him crazy. you acted like you had no representation here— he knew omegas didn't know better but you..you definitely didn't know any better. everyday he was notified by everyone, even teachers about your behavior. you'd get into random fights on the premises, and even if you weren't in a fight you'd walk in with new bruises from small accidents like messing up during home ec.

and they couldn't really..kick you out per se. you were a prized omega as ironic as that sounded. you were sent here to be modeled into a perfect omega in the first place. clearly it wasn't working.

"mornin' alpha." he hated when you called him that. i mean, it was respectful to address and alpha with such a title but it's the way you had said it. he would pause his motions , turning to you slowly. "yes. what is it you need?" he could see you holding in some stupid joke. "don't give me that look— i really do need somethin'!" and each and every time you came to him for 'needing something' you needed absolutely nothing other than to annoy him.

he was a perfect role model for alphas. he wasn't one of those..street alphas who gave into every single scent they smelled from an omega. no, no, he was calm and collected even if an omega didn't wear scent blockers it was far too close. he was so behaved he could carry an omega in heat back to their dorm as if it was nothing. every alpha wanted to be him. every single alpha looked up to him, and every omega wanted such a respectful one like him.

"i suggest you take the rest of the day off from classes." you could hear the disappointment in his voice, hell it made you pout playfully. the nurse was out , so he had taken matters into his own hands. he's got ya even when he couldn't admit it to any soul including himself. you winced, and something had spiked up. "ow man.. careful with that rubbing alcohol stuff, it burns.." he bit his tongue at your whine. he was holding something so unfamiliar in all because of you.

—

he never took off of classes and it wouldn't start today because he was a little bit under the weather. his scent seemed to be all over the place, he was breathing heavier, and everything seemed to set him off. someone actually had the balls to go up to him and ask him, "are you okay—" "im fine! get out my face." his rut wasn't for another month. it wasn't happening today, was it? not possible. he was very punctual.

but he was wrong. oh, so wrong.

evening hit him in the damn face. he had left over work to do, he hasn't seen you all day but right now was the time you decided to kill him on the inside. "alphaaa , teach needs some papers!" he could hear you still, hear your breath hitch, head the way your scent changed itself due to being affected by his own. and oh..oh, so smelt lovely like flowers and peaches and..and a whole damn bakery. it was perfect.

"leave. i don't have time.." but you didn't listen, no you never listened. you edged him on like he was some joke, like you didn't know the reputation that he held. your body leaned onto one of the desks , your shirt lifted and he saw your boxer line. you had to go..go before his hands were all on you. go before he felt your body arching into his. go before he lost all control.

"you wanted this. did you not?" he still tried to keep hold of his words, his accent posh yet getting thicker with each hard and heavy breath. his thrusts were uncoordinated and sloppy, teeth baring and nails digging into the wood of the desk. classes were still in session, the clocks still ticked and time went on. "you're so desperate like every— omega i've been warned of.." his ear was right next to your mouth, he heard every filthy noise.

"yeah– yes, yes, ah!" you had no shame and he was afraid to admit he had none either. "mmm..mhm," he breathed in, wincing through his teeth. one of his hands moved from the edge of the desk, wrapping around your throat and he made sure to squeeze. his entire arm put pressure, your head slamming onto the desk. "fuck.." he mumbled, head tilting almost curiously. "please..alpha.." and you said it with such respect to his name. that's how he liked it.

"good..that's how omega should be," each wet schlick urged him on, the desk rocking up then slamming down from the motions. your legs would switch from up in the air to locking around him fully. "upperclassmen?" he'd pause, a low growl in his throat. then he'd wonder. would you like getting caught? want someone to see you like this..being blessed getting bred by the upper alpha of the university. he smirked.

"yes?" his voice seemed to switch, no longer shakey but still low. "there some paperwork they say you need to finish..want me to drop it off?" his hand squeezed tighter along your throat, nails digging in. "no. i'm busy please go away." there wasn't another word, then a pitter patter of quick feet walking away.

"up." he wasn't done. it felt like he would never be done. your ass was perked up, knees shaking pathetically. his thumb already you well, watching you clench and twitch over air. "i could knock you up," he spoke out of the blue , catching you off guard. "see how this pretty pussy looks oozing my knots cum.." he gathered up saliva, spitting it at your hole. "eep—!" your hands gripped together , body tensing up. "hell was that for?!" your complaint died out feeling that tongue of his.

he lapped up slick that began to leak , his rut seemingly triggering your heat like nothing. "f–fhuck..!" the tip of his tongue swirled around the edge, barley plunging in before going back to trace. he was doing this on purpose , as needy as he was he was just making this worse for you because he could. "mnh..guh– yeah , right there.."

he stopped, standing up. he wiped his lips with his tongue, making sure he got it all. "that cunt tastes as good as it looks."

[miange1]

LOOK AROUND, LOOK AROUND..🍯

owners dish. . .🥐: alpha husband x pregnant omega male reader

ingredients include. . .🍞: feral alpha themes, violence, muzzles, pregnancy, mpreg, twins, medical issues, close to death experiences, mainly fluff, bro didn't write smut that is surprising, a little short and lowk lazy.

owners note. . .🥯: i never proofread. i was thinking of hamilton writing the title.

alpha husband, who's breath fogged up against the muzzle held against his face like he was some animal. but not even he could defend himself. he harmed eight nurses and five doctors— all alphas who tried to hold him back as they rolled you into the hospitals room. you were bleeding, your cries felt like painful jabs to his heart he just couldn't stand it. he knew they were protecting you and helping you, but he couldn't be separated from you while you were in pain.

alpha husband, flinched at each gutteral scream and yelp you let out. his ears strained, his nails scratched at his arms restraints. this was going on longer than it should have. he was counting the hours in his head, the clock ticking like it had been mocking him. he wanted to tear these damn things open, run back to his mate and his baby and make sure no one would make you feel like you were in pain.

alpha husband, who tensed and stilled at the sound of silence. the silence went on for almost too long. it was unsettling. he never would have thought he would prefer your screams more than silence. what happened? were you hurt? did you pass out? did you..then there were the cries of his baby..then another cry. god help him.

alpha husband, heard the door opening. a low grow rumbled in the below of his throat as a woman's voice came through. it was a nurse, smelt like nothing, like a beta. "sir," she said calmly. she was bold, real bold for being able to face his situation. "if you agree to not resort to violence, we can make this go smoothly. your husband is waiting for you." and he had promised. everything felt much looser when the shackles were taken off, the huffy muzzle unbuckling from his jaw. it took every ounce of him not to shove the woman to the floor in run to where your smell was.

alpha husband, was able to enter and see you. his nose picking up two more scents with yours..two? it was almost pathetic the way he lunged towards you, kneeling at your side. his hands cradled your face, his nose taking a few twitches as he took in that scent. his eyes watched as you unfolded the big blanket, two sleepy little heads popping out. he wanted to cry. he did cry. you were safe, his unexpected twins were safe. "don't cry," you'd tell him, your voice raspy from the constant screaming beforehand. "how could i possibly not? i.." he couldn't finish his sentence.

alpha husband, who looked at those babies almost all day. he watched every movement, every coo and little whine. every grip of their small fingers, they had even blinked in unison. this was perfect..what more could he ever ask for.