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 🫶
Authors note: f!reader, sort of subby character? It’s fluff bro. But like the kinda “I need you” fluff.
Summary: he loves the feeling of your lips. Like ALOT.
How did he find himself in this situation? Bodies pressed closely together, yearning for the warmth and comfort that blossomed from each considerate touch. The sensation of your lips meeting his own as they intertwined flawlessly to a silent yet exquisite melody.
The rustling of clothing, the brief pauses from the kiss, the tone of your voice, and the heavy breaths as you sought to reclaim his lips once more. “C’mere…I wanna feel more of you.” God, He knew he was so fucked. What had he done to be worthy of such a stunning woman?
The way your hands would glide beneath his shirt, gently caressing and feeling the softness of his skin. “Baby…please…”, he felt himself shiver with each spark of electricity from every affectionate gesture, something he had not anticipated from himself. Then you spoke again, “Just relax for me, let me love you, okay?” And fuck, did he want that. He wanted that so badly, so badly he would let his mind relinquish all control over to you.
Although the sensation of you was one he cherished deeply, what he adored most about these fleeting moments you shared was the way you looked at him. Your eyes… the way they regarded him as if he were the most beautiful thing in your world. How could he not be captivated and enchanted by you? You had him completely under your spell, and you were fully aware of it.
With him perfectly positioned against the headboard of the bed, his legs slightly parted for you to effortlessly slide in and kiss him into oblivion. If this were a dream, he wished never to awaken. Not ever. Not until he could no longer breathe.
Perhaps it was the way you didn’t merely kiss his lips. Perhaps it was the attention you paid to every part of his face. His nose, his forehead, his cheeks—nothing was left untouched. Even the corners of his mouth received your affection. “You’re so beautiful, baby…” Your words cause his already flushed face to become an even darker shade of red. You were offering him every bit of love you possessed, and that meant the world to him.
The soft groans, the faint moans, the urgent grasps at you—your arms, thighs, ass—everything. He simply desired you near, wishing this moment would never end. The instant you nibbled on his bottom lip was when he comprehended the depth of his desire for you. The extent to which he wished to be intertwined with you.
Just as your lips did, your tongues engaged in a dance, each vying for control. The struggle was futile on his part, as his longing for you intensified. Whatever you wished to do to him, he would willingly accept.
You gently pull back, eliciting a soft whine from him. His chest was rising and falling rapidly, small gasps escaping him along with a light swallow of saliva. He was genuinely breathless. But it wasn’t enough. Why end this moment so soon? Did he do something wrong? You merely chuckled at the adorable pout on his face before placing a thumb at the bottom of his lips, locking eyes with him and captivating him once more. “…Don’t you think I should give you a little breather?”
He casts a fleeting glance in your direction before shaking his head in disapproval. That’s not what he wants, not at all. What he truly longs for is for you to whisk him away from this moment. "No!…no, I don’t need to breathe," he murmurs, his voice softer than you expected.
Perhaps he truly needed this moment of stillness. "I just…I just need you. Please. Kiss me…" And the way he looked at you, his eyes glistening with a desperate urgency, as if he could not survive without the touch of your lips on his, made your heart swell with emotion. How could you possibly deny him when he reached out to you with such fervor?
So, you leaned in and kissed him once more. Then again. And again. And again. Until you both found yourselves gasping for air, enveloped in each other's warm embrace.
why tf I'm only finding smut of everything, i want to read a good hurt/comfort, angst or fluff but i only find sex, I hate that it's the most popular thing and the one people write about the most ರ╭╮ರ
like, I'm always grateful of what people write, but sometimes i just need to disconnect from everything and read something sweet, something that stings just right. and I've already read the same 6 things from my notes a thousand times (｡•́︿•̀｡)
⤿ contents. sub character, dacryphilia, orgasm denial, this used to be another character but i changed it to this lovely chimpanzee. this contains mature content, read at your own discretion.
⤿ thoughts. IM GONNA DESTROY HIS HAIRY MANLY GLORY BOX GET HIM AWAY FROM ME
Contrary to that laid-back, always prepared and witty demeanor, reigen can't let go. He holds his head up high, all while disregarding his own emotions. But you're so patient and so understanding with him.
It's surprising that you're still around, not that he's complaining. Sometimes, he wishes you'd hurt him so he can feel worthy of the love you give. The worst he can get as punishment out of you is silence.
But those rare times when he's on his best (read: better than usual) behavior, he gets to ask for anything.
He looked up at you through his lashes, a brow raised as if he was daring you to do something. His chest moved up and down harder as he squirmed around in his sweats, the bulge an obvious sign of what he wants.
He knows you want him to say it. He nearly scrunches his hair up in humiliation.
No way.
Your fingers tease him by running down his body, feathering over his v-line and tracing the imprint in his pants.
"H-hey." He glares weakly at your hands, his hips bucking up in the air as if it will it to move. "If-if you don't stop.. I'll leave..."
As if. Reigen thinks that if you stop, he'll go crazy.
You smile, cooing upon seeing his blown opened pupils, you could barely even see the beautiful brown color of them. His eyes widen when you palm him through his sweats, his body going red from the impact. "Look at the state of you.. you don't want me to stop-"
You push his shirt past his chest and he quickly gets the hint to hold it up for you, wrinkling the hem so tightly within his hold.
His pathetic attempt to shut down this allegation quickly died down when his eyes meet yours. The look you're giving him makes him shudder with pleasure.
Like you adore him.
You look so pretty kneeling in between his knees, his pants sporting a bigger pool of his precum as he twitches in them.
"-Right?" You mumbled with a tilt of your head.
He lets go of his shirt and runs his shaky hands down his stomach, no longer being able to stand this teasing. A groan is ripped out of his throat as you lightly grip onto his wrist and pull them away, pining them down on either side of his body.
You release his wrist and give him a pointed stare. "Keep still, rei'."
He could really only focus on your eyes. those pretty, gentle eyes of yours - looking at him like he's a god, someone to respect. He practically melts when your warm hand runs up his inner thigh to his hips, purposely avoiding his bulge.
You pull the band of his sweatpants back before watching them snap back in place. He jolts, timidly bucking into his pants and, in his way, your shirt, adding onto his desperation.
You lean down to press wet, open-mouthed kisses down his plushy stomach. His leg tenses and twitches, hands trembling so much he has to ball them up so you don't notice (a little too late, honestly), "I promise I'll make you feel so good."
Oh god, how he wants wants to be good. Just for tonight, only for you, just you.
So, he puts down his pride for just a couple of worthless seconds and swallows nervously.
"Touch me," He whispers, blood rushing down his nape. "...please."
"What's that?" You hum. Reigen grits his teeth, you know exactly what he's talking about. You're not dumb and surely, as far as he's aware, not deaf.
But he doesn't want to loose this.
A shiver runs down his spine, "touch me all over."
A trembling hand of his reaches down to lightly graze his boner, jumping at the contact. "Here [name], please."
He ignores the grin on your face and opts to place his hand back in place beside of him, taking ahold of the thin sheet underneath him.
He won.
He wasn't sure what he expected, but it wasn't this - his body stiffening and shaking like a leaf by your touch as you forced him to at least try to stay still.
You were denying him his right to come!
"Look at me," you grip his jaw in your hand. He's almost tempted to gasp in shock, "Don't take your eyes off of me."
You remove your hand and return it back to his chest, which is heaving rapidly, up and down, his breathing out of his control. While he isn't loud, his body says all he can't say. Filthy things he would never vocalize.
"Don't you like me, reigen?" he gives a weak nod, his tongue peaking out to lick and nip at his lips. You're sure he mumbled something along the lines 'love you s'much', but his rambling became incoherent at this point. "So look at me.."
His eye lids flutter shut without meaning to. His body fails to listen to his commands.
"Look at me, or i'll stop." You nearly prove your threat when he takes a second too long to respond. Your hold on him slowly loosening, until reigen quickly recovered to meet your eye.
"I'm looking!" he grunts out in a whiny tone, drawn out and breathy moans escaping him. "M'looking, okay?!"
"[Name]-" he tried calling out, except it came out as a broken and barely audible whimper. He tried again but got the same result as the last. His head was lolling to the side, fingers gripping the sheets with all his might.
You let this slide for the moment.
"[Na-], [name]!" he panted out, his eyes nearly rolling into the back of his head as his eyelids close shut. White blinded his vision, it's as if he's going blind!
He hears a laugh from you. You're so close yet you sound so far away, muffled. You click your tongue softly, "aw, you can't even say my name properly!"
His body convulses with pleasure, and it worries you a bit when you spot his knuckles turning white from his grip on the sheet. His veins were practically popping out!
"Want me to slow down?" You muttered softly, tracing your name on his skin as if marking him. The thought only spurred him on.
"Uh-huh.." he fights back weakly, his hips twitching, faster and deeper into your warm hand contradict his argument.
You smile at his cute antics and take his hand within your grasp. It's warm and clammy and you don't care when he starts gripping on it like its his lifeline.
"My pretty boy," Reigen mewls, his orange bangs, are sweaty and stuck to his forehead. He couldn't hold back his whine when you flick your wrist, thumbing his leaking slit.
He wants to cum.
He sniffles, nose red, his pretty eyes staring into yours with a shy look. He's gonna cry...
Cry, cry, cry.
You prayed, squeezing your thighs together as his eyes water.
Don't cry, don't cry, don't cry.
Reigen begged with himself, unfortuantly, once he starts crying, he won't be able to stop.
His lips threaten to tremble.
"It's okay," reigen lets out a heavy breath of air. It almost sounds like a sob. "Let it out."
He thinks you're talking about his need to come. but when he takes notice of the small crazed glint in your eye, his own practically ends up having heart shapes in his.
He loves it.
Before he realized, tears had leaked out from his eyes and his flushed face. A sob tumbling past his red and swollen lips as you reach down to touch yourself over your clothes at the sight. He's crying!
"So pretty," you slur out, quickening your pace around him. "Love seeing you like this."
Reigen's shoulders quiver as he curls into himself, a series of 'ah, ahn, nngh's following. His hips loosing their fast paced rythmn and weakly bucking up as he decides to let you do the rest of the work.
He twists and turns, chest heaving and stuttering as silent cries leave him. He's having trouble breathing -
He's gonna die.
He really is gonna die.
Oh my god!
Just as he was on the verge of orgasm you pull away, hand going back on him only to give him a light pat on the head as if he was your dog.
Huh?
This causes his breath to quicken, frustration and desperation being thrown in the mix of his frustrated sobs.
His heart drops when you stand up to get ready for his aftercare. you still look down at his shaking figure with adoration, but the difference now is that he's staring up at your looming figure as if you were the god now.
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nsfw. reigen arataka x afab!reader. desperate reigen is desperate. consent has been established beforehand, but not explicitly written here. oral. doggy style.
thinking about reigen losing his mind during sex. i'm talking pure desperation. no time to ask, "can i?" when you're sucking on him like that. his hips go primal and his hands go flying, yanking your head down his cock.
"s-sorry, sorry." he groans and it's half-true. he's punctuating every grunt with a a firm thrust into your mouth, squashing your nose into his wiry blond pubes. you can already taste him, the tip of his shaft dribbling seed on your tongue. he still smells like his body wash from the shower this morning but there's that undeniable musky smell too and it is a lightning bolt to your senses. disgustingly wet slurps, the sharp clap of his balls hitting your chin, and his incoherent moans: with a soundtrack like that, you're becoming just as overstimulated.
or having nasty, sweaty sex in the middle of the night because reigen woke up so hard, it's painful.
you end up face down in your pillows, ass up, your skin already red from his fingernails. PAP! PAP! PAP! he's ruthless, controlling the pace in every way: hands on your ass, he's slamming you down his cock all the way to the base. you don't have a say, but does it matter when it feels this good? "a-ahhh, you feel amazing... let me... just a little longer..." he begs, his pathetic whines disappearing into the night.
but what really undoes him is when you turn to look at him over your shoulder and cry, "i love you." he takes one last plunge, groaning, "hnnnggg... a-ah- shit-t..." he cums with violent throbs shaking your already quivering walls, your release meeting his in a flood that ends up dribbling out your pussy. you can hardly see your labia, it's drowning in thick globs of cum. his cockhead throbbing at your entrance, it's still spurting seeding on your lips.
it's only seconds later when he's rubbing his half-flaccid cock through your pussy, please for a second round. the head catching on your hole, how could he resist dipping in just a little more? "you feel too good, i'm already hard again." reigen groans as he slides back in, shuddering in delight when your walls go back to hugging him with a vice-like grip. "you can go another, right?" he asks but you don't have to tell him.
