men who insist on blocking your way with their large frames at every opportunity they have. those who accidentally stand in front of you, and whatever object you want to get, ensuring you can't get by without asking them or pushing them aside. and those who conveniently appear when you need to get something that's high up.
men who annoy the shit out of you by insisting that you're just so much smaller than him. who look down at you with a condescending smirk as you angrily explain to him that you're not 'that' small. the ones who grab whatever you have and grin at you while they hold it high above you. forcing you to stretch and jump to get it back.
men who chuckle as you try to push them back and fight them off. who catch your smaller wrists in their large palm and easily pull you against them. men who insist on dropping their full weight over you - crushing you especially when you're in his bed.
men who when you snap back at how big, dumb and annoying he is, tell you that he has something even bigger to show you. who wrestle you down on the couch, bed, or floor, effortlessly, and pin you with one hand.
men who like to push their thick dicks inside your cunt. watching as you thrash about, scream, and beg him to stop, to slow down. men who think you sound sooo cute when he has you crying about how he's 'too big' how he needs to 'stop' or whatever. the ones who love the feel of your fluttering pussy around his hard cock. who enjoy your soft, small hands pushing against his chest. who can't get enough of your gummy walls, squeezing the life out of him.
men who love the size difference so much that it turned him into some kind of sick fuck. but you must be just as sick, since you always cum when he has you under him.
boyfriends; everyone here is over the age of 25 because I said so. just how I wrote this piece of fiction, I wrote them all as over 25
bnha: kirishima, shindo, katsuki, aizwa, ALL FUCKING MIGHT, fatgum.
being too shy about your body and refusing to let your boyfriend go down on you becomes a night of him pinning you down and eating you out until you give in and except it
“you can scream if you want. no one will hear us out here.”
“don’t you dare touch me.” “oh, you’re going to wish all i did was touch you.”
whumpee notices a suspicious stain on the floor. “is that…?” “aww, did you think you were my first?”
“i feel kinda… dizzy.” “mm, it’s about time. that stuff is supposed to work faster than this.”
“you don’t have to do this. you can stop now, and i won’t tell anyone. we can pretend this never happened.” “you think that’s what i want? to let you walk away like nothing happened? no, sweetheart. i’m going to make sure you never forget this.”
“stop—stop! i don’t want this! i said i don’t—” “i know, whumpee. and i wouldn’t have it any other way.”
“whumper, please! i thought we were friends!” “oh, we’re about to be so much more than that.”
“please don’t do this. please.” and whumper’s only response is to lean in and kiss their tears away.
sukuna gives off the vibe that he only engages in rough sex but unfortunately for you that is not the case. and i say unfortunately bc it’s actually so much worse when he slows it down and holds you close and grinds into you in a way that has you spasming from pleasure. it’s romantic. or it would be if he wasn’t looking down at you like he wants to eat you alive.
Trees, trees, and more trees. The few windows you could see offered no view beyond dense greenery and the dull gray of metal bars covering the glass. Your gaze drifted around the room, taking in the rustic furniture and nature-themed art work that lined the walls. Cozy wasn't the word that first came to find, not given the circumstances.
The huge man kneeling in front of you was talking, but your head throbbed too badly to focus on his words, all your energy going into trying to figure out where he'd taken you. A small cabin in a forest seemed the most likely answer, but since you had been knocked out while he transported you, that was about all you could piece together.
Doesn't look like there's any houses behind the treeline… If only I could—
"Hallo?" The man's face suddenly blocked your view, forcing your attention back to him, "You understand?"
The sound of his voice caused another sharp spike of pain through your skull and you winced before mustering up a glare. "Understand what? Who are you?"
"Who…?" Dark blue eyes widened, lips parting in surprise, taken aback by your question. He reached for your hand and lifted it up, and for the first time since waking on that dingy couch, you notice the sparking diamond ring adorning your finger. "I am your husband. Did you hit your head too hard?"
He raises his other hand up as if to examine you, but you jerked away. The fog that clouding your mind since waking finally began to lift, replaced by a panicked clarity. You didn't hit your head, but you're sure that he had.
"Husband? I don't know you!" You tried to shove him back, which did nothing but prompt him to grab your wrists, which only made you freak out more. Squirming didn't help and your kicking didn't faze him either. Your mind raced trying to recall some kind of self-defense tactic that might actually work against him.
In an unknown location with a freakishly huge man who claimed to be your husband and had already used violence to knock you out cold so you were easier to move… yeah, you were fucked, but you didn't want to give up so easily.
"Let me—"Another swing of your leg towards his thigh"—go!"
He didn't even grunt in pain at that. Instead, he forced you back onto the couch, massive hands pinning your arms to your side while he leaned over you. His knee came up between your thighs, trapping you down on the cushions.
Eyes darted around to see if there was any item you could grab as a makeshift weapon the moment he released you before they landed on a familiar bag. Your large duffel bag that you use for traveling, unzipped and seemingly filled to the brim with your personal items, if the pairs of panties nearly spilling out the top were anything to go by. Your stomach twisted at the realization that this wasn't impulsive, that he must have been planning this for who knows how long.
As your resistance faltered, your captor eased off of you as his eyes follow yours. When you looked back at each other, your mouth hung slightly open and his own expression morphed into unmistakable pride.
"See, all your favorite—"
"You sick fuck!"
"Don't say that, Schatz," his grip tightened painfully, and his gaze hardened, an immediate reminder that you shouldn't get mouthy with a man who decided kidnapping you was reasonable… and had successfully went through with it. "I told you: You will be happy here. That much I promise. Just behave for me."
He released your arms, and his free hands moved to cup your face, rough palms engulfing your cheeks. You had noticed how large he was the moment you woke up and while you didn't remember his initial ambush, you doubt that you would have realistically been able to deter him from abducting you.
The fire driving you to fight him dimmed as you realized your body felt terribly wrong. Still, you forced yourself to meet his gaze, "I want to go home."
"This is home."
You didn't bother to argue, but you weren't about to agree either. Movement at the window caught your attention. A small bird perched on one of the bars, peering inside before flying back off into the trees.
"Can you at least tell me where we are?"
His head tilted to the side, genuine confusion crossing his face, "Did I not just tell you?"
Frustration threatened to overtake the panic bubbling up inside of you, but you swallow them both down, struggling in your attempt to stay levelheaded. You stare back at him while you collect your thoughts, and really take in his face. In another life, you might've thought him handsome as you passed him on the street, but right now, you wanted to claw at that face, adding to the small scars that litter it.
His thumb brushed between your brows, rubbing the skin as if smoothing out the tension, "Don't look so upset with me on our first night here together. Besides," he gestured between your ring and his own, "you agreed to this."
"I didn't agree to anything," the words bitterly jumped out before you could stop them and you knew you screwed up when his own brows furrowed. For a brief moment, you wondered if he would knock you in the head again for mouthing off. "We… we agreed, right? This—" you refused to say marriage"—takes two people, so…"
As much as you wanted to argue with him, to assert the fact that he is crazy and you're not a couple, or to even try to fight against him, you couldn't see it resulting in anything that ended in your favor.
Blue eyes softened again at your words, seemingly pleased by your attempt to placate him. "Of course. Now," he patted your thigh before standing back up at full height, "let's get settled in, ja?"
The ache in your skull began to flare again.
"Leaving already? It's your turn to buy drinks, you know?" Krueger watched as the hulking man hurriedly collected some papers, having turned down yet another invitation to poker night.
Before you, König had stayed on base most days, regardless of whether there was any pressing work to be done or not. But now, he wanted nothing more than to go back to your secluded slice of heaven and smother you with affection. Boring days filled with paper work and meetings — you were on his mind. Days spent away on dangerous missions and fighting enemies on the field — you were still there, his driving motivation to come back in one piece. And if he had any opportunities to himself, he'd sneak away to jack off to a small photo of you that he'd stolen away from a photo album on your desk the night he packed up your belongings.
You had set your difficult behavior aside, finally cooperating to make married life easier by freely giving your own love to him. König was immensely proud of how far the two of you had come together and he even begun to toy with the idea of letting you go outside again since you had been such a good wife for him.
"Skipping out on us again?" Horangi asked, walking up to stand beside Krueger. "Not cool."
"Buy your own drinks," König's voice was unnecessarily harsh. "I'm going home. Meine Frau—"
Krueger smirked, "Ah, so that's what this is about. Maybe she can join us next poker night. As the prize, of course, if you care to share with us." He gestured at himself and Horangi, who held his hands up.
"Bastard. I should beat—" König stopped himself, clenching his jaw under the dark hood.
"Beat what, friend?" Krueger's voice was dripping in amusement, obviously looking to stir up trouble. "I'm simply curious after all of your bragging."
A rough shove on the shoulder as König walked by was the only response he gave the Austrian, resisting the temptation to throw the sleazy bastard into the concrete flooring face first. He doesn't intentionally brag, but he can't help bringing you up whenever he gets an opportunity. Doesn't mean that he'll share you with anyone he works with. The thought alone started to anger him again, so instead, he focused on you, the sweet wife that was waiting patiently for him at home.
This had been the longest time he had spent apart from you and it had been unbearable, even more so when he thought back onto your last few nights together. And he really shouldn't have been thinking like this before even leaving base, but he couldn't help wondering if anything had changed while he was gone.
Before deployment, König had fucked you relentlessly with his thick cock on your marital bed, intent of giving you a baby. To complete our family, he'd explained to you, using his long fingers to push back some cum that leaked out of your pussy. Your groans, to him, were proof of how badly you wanted to be bred by your husband.
A part of the reason he had been so glued to you was because of a sense of urgency — he wanted to get you pregnant before he left. The rest was pure addiction to your warmth around him every time he sheathed himself inside of you.
But as ready as he was to fuck you the moment he got home, he was just as excited for the quiet moments between the two of you. He had grown accustomed to hearing you hum while you baked in the kitchen as he sat at the table, hand sewing up torn holes in his hood, the two of you occasionally trading thoughts. A life that you two had built up together.
Would you greet him with a smile and a kiss when he got home? Hopefully. Maybe you'll throw your arms around him and tell him that you have good news, that his seed had taken and you'll have a little bundle of joy in the house by this time next year.
Fantasy tends to be kinder than reality, though, because when König finally walks up to the cabin, dread sank deep into his chest. The door he always kept locked up tight was blown wide open, and your wedding ring lay shining bright against the dark porch wood.
uuurrrggggg … teasing the loserboy you know has the biggest, seemingly most innocent crush on you. the guy everyone knows for a fact is a virgin just by looking at him. you don’t mean any harm by it, it’s fun! the attention , the stuttering, he makes you feel drop dead gorgeous just from the way he acts… you don’t do too much, just making your tits bounce when you sit across from him, talk low and lean in whenever you’re standing next to him, passing by him in ways that have you pressing up against him in just the right places.. all to get his pretty flushed face, and hitched breathes in response.
it’s intoxicating, you feel entirely in control... until you don’t. you push it too far. wrong place, wrong time.
you should’ve dialed it back, it being just the two of you at his place. you expected his roommate to be home, that you had nothing to worry about when you hugged him in greeting, then pulling away and trailing your hand down his chest.. you know you didn’t have any real drive to act on all the teasing, maybe eventually, but definitely not like this.
your timid little nerd has you pinned against a wall, trapped between it and his body which is much sturdier than it appears, you probably couldn’t struggle your way out if you wanted to. especially with how his strength surprises you as he uses one hand to half hold your weight, fingers bruising into your soft flesh as he fucks into you. his mouth mumbling into the crook of your neck about how pretty you are, how good you feel around him, how long he’s been waiting for his.. how much he loves you.
The team forces their way inside and discovers where Whumpee’s being held. They're chained to the wall, gagged and blindfolded. Bruised, bleeding, scared, left that way as a warning for their rescuers.
Whumpee’s pants are undone and askew on their hips, revealing a sliver of their underwear. Ashamed, the first thing Whumpee tries to do once untied is pull their pants back up, but they're too weak or injured to do so. Someone else has to help them.
Just. The intimacy and awkwardness of someone else helping you button your own pants after you've been violated like that. The fact that no words have to be exchanged for everyone in the room to understand exactly what happened to Whumpee.
going out for drinks at the bar that trinity frequents. she's there alone tonight, just letting off some steam with a few rounds of karaoke. as she's getting off the stage and going for her drink, she overhears a conversation.
the sound of an angry male voice reaches her and her hackles go up. she spots you, clearly super drunk, trying to reject some dude who's standing way to close to you and talking way too loud to be a nice guy.
trinity is moving in an instant. she stomps over, and you suddenly feel an arm around your waist. you look through bleary eyes and see a pretty girl. oh! she must be here to save you.
she starts yelling at the guy, telling him that you're clearly not interested, and to avoid making any more of a scene, the guy grumbles and walks off.
"hey, you okay?" trinity asks, brows furrowed with concern. you nod, smiling a goofy smile at her because you're so wasted and she's sooooo pretty. you giggle and trinity chuckles. "yeah, you're probably not gonna remember any of this tomorrow, are you?"
and you don't really think anything of that comment, assuming she's talking about the shitty guy that she scared off.
ending up hanging out with her for a bit because she's being really nice to you and she's soooo funny and pretty <3 and she likes hearing your drunken giggles at all her really bad jokes.
you get up to go use the bathroom at some point, and trinity offers to come with you. "just wanna keep an eye on you, you're still pretty fucking hammered."
and you happily let her lead you to the little single stall bathroom. you're so out of it that you don't even question that trinity comes into the room with you. or that she's watching you very intently as you pee.
when you get up to wash your hands, you feel a warm body press against your back. you shudder, but trinity shushes you.
"it's okay, it's just me. god, you're so pretty like this..."
trinity's hands are all over you. she presses you against the counter. her soft lips kiss along your neck. teeth sink in. she's definitely left a bruise.
you don't know if you should fight it. it feels good. she feels good. but, it's wrong, isn't it? she's doing exactly what she saved you from...
but, as trinity's hand slips into your pants and you feel her fingers stroke through your wetness, any semblance of protest dies on your throat with a shuddered moan.
"you're lucky i'm the one who's doing this to you. that guy i yelled at would've just used this little fuckhole for his own pleasure. but me? i'm making you feel good, babygirl. you should thank me, yknow. for saving you."
