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[malereadermaniac]

(;¬_¬) Alpha Tendencies - Clark Kent x Omega male reader

Word Count: 2.2k

Plot: Childhood best friends turn into something more when red kryponite forces out Clark's perverted thoughts

Featuring: Alpha (Smallville) Clark Kent x Omega male reader

Note: Presenting as A/B/O happens around 18 in this AU, not around regular puberty at 14!!!!!! ALSO! Never watched this series(?) and I know nothing abt DC other than what I've read from fanfiction so pls excuse any continuity issues and such!

Warnings: amab m!reader / FDNI ~ Minors DNI!

Alpha!Clark who's been protective over you since childhood. The two of you had been best friends and 'neighbours' since you two learnt to walk 'n talk! You were the closest house to Clark's farm; still pretty much in the middle of nowhere, but close enough that the brunette would knock on your door every day to get you outside to play together. And even though you two hadn't even presented yet, it was like you both naturally knew to settle into that Alpha-Omega rhythm. Clark would always watch out for you, his blood pressure spiking and his little fangs baring whenever you hurt yourself whilst playing or a stranger approached.

Alpha!Clark who presented as an Alpha and literally couldn't stop thinkin' about you. During his entire first rut, his brain was consumed with thoughts of you. Thoughts of you being such a good omega and helping him with school work, thoughts of him scaring off your bullies who thought you were too flamboyant, thoughts of you beneath him, thoughts of you purring Clark's name into his ear... It really affected Clark. He felt so full of shame once he'd come to after his rut had ended; he literally couldn't look you in the eye for a week!

Alpha!Clark who had discovered a new side of himself, a side he tried so hard to shove down and keep hidden. A side which would keep Clark up at night unless he jerked off to the thought of you, his innocent, perfect, sexy childhood best friend, in compromising positions and situations with the Alpha. A side to himself which made it so difficult for Clark to concentrate on what you were saying when you're eyes looked so pretty looking up at him, when your scent was making his brain feel fuzzy and his dick ache, oh and especially when your voice saying his name to get his attention sounded so sweet. But the superhuman kept this perverted side of himself bottled up. That was until he received a gift.

Alpha!Clark who couldn't turn down a gift from the Omega he'd been desperate to court since childhood. So, when you presented him with a silver band-like ring, how could he resist putting it on? Though both of you were unaware that the minuscule red gem encrusted into the ring, the one you thought was a plastic rhinestone, was actually one of the last tiny pieces of red kryptonite left on earth (excuse the lack of series knowledge). And you wouldn't find out for a while. After all, it was such a tiny piece that it affected Clark very minutely. Though it slowly but surely picked up speed.

Alpha!Clark who thought he just felt a bit braver recently. Maybe his brain had fully developed. Or perhaps he just stopped thinking about consequences or morals as much, but he was definitely acting differently... Again, it started off slow and small. An out-of-pocket kinda sexual comment about you that you'd laugh off: "Your lips look good around that popsicle". Then it turned into more open courting; yeah, you and Clark had kind of been courting each other since childhood, but now the Alpha was carrying your bag around all day and giving you gifts every morning. Then came the jealousy; an alpha couldn't get a word in if Clark was around, whether the said alpha be a friend of yours or even sometimes a teacher, Clark would be on them like white on rice; holding back snarls as his arm snakes around your waist, baring his teeth, and making passive-aggressive comments.

Alpha!Clark who was still managing to put up a 'good Alpha' front despite the influence of the kryptonite. But behind closed doors, it was a very different story. The laundry basket in your room had tempted Clark many times, to the point it became routine for him to sneak a pair of your underwear and take it home with him, replacing it with a pair he'd stolen a couple of weeks past, which had lost your scent. Oh, and not to mention the way that any time you would sleep over at his house, share a bed with him, Clark would make sure you were asleep and jerk off until his dick felt like it would fall off. You just looked so fucking perfect and blissful next to (below) him, how could he resist? How could he stop?

Alpha!Clark who had reached his boiling point. It was a hot summer day, and Clark was being made to help out on his parents' farm while school was out. Of course you offered to help him out, and how could he say no? It was getting to a point that Clark could barely go a whole day without seeing you. But you were really doing the opposite of helping him. Sure, you were getting the jobs around the farm done, no complaints there. But you were rendering the young alpha practically inept with the way your skimpy summer clothes were showing off your skin, the way your body was shiny and sweaty from the hot summer air, and holy shit, the way your face was flushed along with your cute pants of exhaustion? Clark could feel the boner in his pants almost tear the seams of his briefs.

Alpha!Clark who finally submitted to the influence of the red kryptonite in his ring, meaning he finally gave into his desires, his basic Alphan needs. You don't even know how it happened, but one second you were moving around some haybales in the Kent's barn, and the next you were sitting atop said haybales with Clark standing between your legs, kissing you feverishly. His scent of mineral musk and small notes of grapefruit was all you could smell, making your head feel fuzzy as you reciprocated the kiss, the kiss from your childhood best friend. Clark, on the other hand, was greedily inhaling the sweet smell of vanilla bean and sandalwood that was leaking from your scent gland; the alpha literally huffing through his nose whilst moulding his lips against yours, you'd think Clark was addicted to your scent.

Alpha!Clark who had his (temporary) fix of your lips and started kissing down your neck, stopping to give your scent gland some attention, and all the way down to the waistline of your shorts. Before it even registered to you, mainly due to the Alpha pheremones weakening your frontal cortex to increase the chance of reproduction, Clark was on his knees below you; his strong, muscular arms holding your thighs up and his chiselled face between your asscheeks. Loud moans and desperate whines echoed throughout the barn and only worked to egg Clark on as he worked his warm, wet tongue into your hole; your gushing slick and his own spit literally flowing down his chin and perfect jawline like some lewd waterfall. Your fingers gripped the Alpha's brown locks with a force that to you felt like a lot, but to the absolute hunk of an Alpha beneath you felt like an adorable attempt. Your toes curled in the air above Clark's head as your thighs shook from the intense pleasure of an Alpha eating you out like he was starved, because after pinning for you for so many years, Clark may as well have been.

Alpha!Clark who felt his heart skip a beat and his inner alpha scream in pleasure when you came on his tongue as you moaned out Clark's name. But the Alpha fell in love with you even more (though that would be literally impossible) when, after basking in the afterglow of your earthshattering orgasm, you offered Clark the same treatment, explaining with an embarrassed blush that you didn't want him to feel left out. That's how you both ended up lying hayloft of Clark's barn; you on top of the muscular alpha in a sixty-nine position, his dick in your mouth and vice versa. To say that Clark had never felt so much pleasure before would be an understatement, 'cause the way you started to gently lap at the Alpha's musky, inhumanely large dick and then transitioned into head sloppier than Clark had seen in porno's? That shit made Clark wanna cum then and there. But don't think that just 'cause the brunnette was almost drunk on pleasure that he wasn't focusing on your pleasure too! No, no, Clark was having to wrap his muscular arms around your hips to keep them still; the top he was giving you was making you leak slick and pre like a tap left runnin'! Seriously though, Clark could fit your entire omegan prick inside his mouth with ease, and the way his tongue would rub your tip whilst his cheeks would hollow was making you see stars.

Alpha!Clark who held off his orgasm, perks of being Kryptonian, unlike you, who shot another load down the Alpha's throat and leaked so much slick that Clark could have drowned. Though Clark was more than happy to hold off his orgasm if it meant he could knot his Omega; yes, his Omega, 'cause at this point, marking and knotting you were formalities to claiming you. By the time the aftershocks of your second orgasm had quietened down, Clark already had you in another position; kneeling behind you as your chest lay flat on the hayloft, your hips on the other hand, propped up and presenting for your Alpha. Clark gave you the grace of entering you slowly and giving you time to adjust to his ten-inch monster; though from the mewls and moans of pain and pleasure you were letting out, his soft approach barely helped.

Alpha!Clark who rocked your world the moment you gave him the green light. We're talking backshots that could be heard all the way in England; Clark's huge, masculine hands gripping your hips tight enough to move you on and off his cock but gently enough to let you know he cares. Your breathy moans loudly reverberated throughout the barn as Clark knocked the wind out of you with every thrust, and the Alpha's own groans and moans harmonised with yours so nicely. Your scents mixed in the air along with the smell of slick, spit, and sweat; the hot, humid summer air making even the open-plan barn stink of raw sex. The scene looked like it belonged in a VHR porno, and both of you couldn't get enough of it; your Omega keening and purring at the physical and emotional feeling of having an Alpha like Clark want you in this way, and Clark's alpha roaring in pleasure and pride from having his Omega beneath him and drunk on pleasure from his doing.

Alpha!Clark who checked in on you one last time before letting himself go, leaning down, his muscular chest to your arching back, and whispering in your ear 'you doin' good? Mind if I knot you, darling?'. Ugh and when you give the man a forced nod and moan out a 'yes please'? How could Clark help himself? He'd wrapping and arm around your waist and another around head, letting your head rest against his huge bicep as his hips start moving at a speed your body could barely register or handle. All you could remember other than your own lewd sounds and moans was Clark's groaned-out string of perverted, raw, Alphan comments as he knotted you. "Fuck you're so tight" "So fuckin' good for me- the- NGH- perfect fucking Omega" "AH- Shit-! so wet and warm just for your- your alpha" "Fuck 'm gonna knot you 'n fill you with my pups, darlin' You want that, don't ya?" That dirty talk, along with the feeling of Clark's thick knot pushing against your rim, was what sent you over the edge for a third time. You saw white, then black, then stars of white again as your vision came back in small spots. Your dick soaked the wood and hay below you with infertile Omegan cum, your breathy moans and whiny pants mixed with Clark's moans and croons as his knot kept him locked inside of you; his thick, warm, scarily fertile cum filling you to the brim. Every unconscious pulse of your walls coaxed and forced another shot of seed out of Clark; a natural push and pull from your inner Omega and Alpha. At the end of the day, no matter how much pleasure you get out of this, the end goal, whether you want it or not, is pups.

Alpha!Clark who would gently rub your hips and the side of your thighs as the intense aftershocks stop. The silence, accompanied by soft panting from both of you, was calming, and the feeling of Clark's hands rubbing your body and the marks left on it did wonders in relaxing you. Clark gently moved the two of you into a spooning position, mindful of his knot still keeping him rock hard and locked inside of you, and played with your hair as you both talked sweet nothings. "Y'know... I think I fell for you the moment I laid eyes on you" "Really? That quickly hmhm...? I think I fell for you when you carried me home when I scraped my knee" "That happened quite often, you'll have to be more specific haha" "Shut up... So... what did this mean?" "If it were fully up to me... I'd of marked you and paraded you around the town as my Omega by now... But the deciding vote will always be yours, [name]" "Hmhm~ I think we can take it a little slower than that... I think boyfriends is a good place to start~"

[thealtoduck]

ANGEL | Having a best friend who wants to be the one to take your virginity…

Male Best Friend!OC x Male Reader

Warnings: Smut, you’re both 18 (still in high school), purity kink (oc), cheating (oc on his girlfriend, anal sex, blowjob, fingering, fucking while his parents are home…

Summary: He’s your fuckboy best friend who wants you…

(A/n: First OC fic I’m posting, hope you all like it)

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• He’s your best friend who you’ve known since you were both toddlers. And you’ve stuck together ever since, even late in to your High School years.

• He’s one of the most popular guys in school, known for being the schools biggest fuckboy, with a new ”girlfriend” every other week.

• While you, yourself, weren’t unpopular but you were more so ”popular by proxy”, known for being the guy who has some weird sexual tension with his popular best friend.

• The best friend that buys you a red heart shaped lollipop everyday on the way to school insisting that it’s a completely normal platonic thing to do as he unwraps it and sticks it in your mouth. But who really does it because he loves seeing you suck on it, imagining your lips around something else.

• The best friend who’d never do that for any of his girlfriends cause he dosen’t really like any of them, at least not the way he likes you.

• He has a thing for virgins, loving the idea of deflowering someone, being the one to take their purity, ruining them. He usually gets tired of them afterwards.

• One day he invites you over to his house after school, the two of you hang out, sit outside tanning by the pool, play video games and later you eat dinner with him and his parents. After that you and him lay in his bed watching a movie on his tv.

• You’d be laying on your stomach, making him easily see the outline of your perky butt through your shorts.

• He knew you were still a virgin, you’d have told him if someone had popped your cherry.

• But yet he found something so whorish about you. The way you dressed, you were currently wearing a tank top and short-shorts. The way you sucked on the lollipops he bought you, as if hinting something at him. And the way you had that ”dumb slut” tone of voice.

• You were like a walking contradiction of your own wholesome and sweet personality.

• He’d lay down next to you, as close as he could, then pull you into a hug. And once you started getting confused by his clingyness and asked him what was up, he’d kiss you and you’d kiss back.

• The two of you would roll around in his bed making out. You crothes grinding against each other.

• He’d get you on your knees infront of him, pull down his underwear to reveal his hung thick juicy cock, dangling it in front of your face. And when you’d look up at him from the floor with innocence in your eyes and ask him ”What about your girlfriend?”. He just answers ”What about her?”.

• He’d love finally getting to see your lips wrapped around his cock instead of a lollipop. His dick stuffed in your mouth until you almost choked on it.

• Then he’d undress you, let you lay on the bed as he fingered your ass, he’d then lube his cock. And as you turned on to your back and he’d spread your legs he’d start pushing himself in to you.

• He’d love finally getting his cock inside your tight virgin hole, it clenched hard around him. He loved the sound of your moans and whines from having his dick shoved deep inside you.

• He’d say things like ”Fuck your loving this aren’t you, you’re not as innocent as I thought” and ”My little virgin, Y/n, finally losing it and to me of all people”.

• He knew that his parents definetely heard what the two of you were doing upstairs, hearing their son taking his friend like he did with every other girlfriend he’d ever had. The sound of his creaking bed, the sound of your moans, the sound their son’s rough thrusts. They could hear it all.

• The moans coming out of your mouth were music his ear. It helped encourage him and roll his hips so reach deeper inside you.

• He’d fuck you so good you came early and watch your embarassed face as you both knew he was far from done with you. But he’d just smile continuing his thrusts deep into until you got hard again.

• Once he’d gotten you to cum two more times he finally started getting close to his own orgasm and he pushed his full hard self into you erupting inside you, his cum taking what little you had left of your innocence.

• He’d pull out of you watching as your gaping hole leaked with his seed. The sight could make him hard all over again.

• He’d lay down and pull you close to him and whisper how good you had been. And he’d hold you as you drifted off to sleep as he layed awake thinking about you.

• Once the virginity was taken he grew tired of whoever he slept with, he only liked the part of having them first, ruining them for those who came after.

• But you were different to him, now that he’d deflowered you, he needed to be by your side to protect you from the sinful world he’d now taken you into.

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[sleep-0deprived0]

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Just imaginin a late night walk, clearing your mind, Y'know it was a bad idea especially durin matin season but what's the worst that could happen to a man like ya self?... oh were you jus shocked when a tall lanky beast pulled you off your path, drool foaming past its lips dripping down its chin with its claws tearin up your pretty lil sweater having you all exposed laying helpless underneath him, it's cock errect and leakin a puddle on the grass while its veins protrude N' pulse all needy— the monster was so hard it was painful

Jus imaginin having a monster on top of you, pinnin you down face down N' tha leafs with his cock pounding inside you, your rim all spread around him sloppily with a slick sound while he grunts N' huffs in your ear bout puttin a baby in you talkin bout how he "needs T' make young" or you "giving offspring", he doesn't even care if you don't have a pussy, a hole is a hole and he'll use em all- minus the mouth- he needs T' save his seed N' pump it all inside your hole to make sure you're nice N' well bred

Jus imaginin the monster having you all broken and doll like heaving N' gripping onto a tree for dear life while his claws paw at your tummy groaning tryin to make you understand he needs to pus something inside your nonexistent womb! Why can't ya jus see he only wants what's best— his teeth in your neck letting out whines of frustration while he pounds into you makin sharp pains roll down your thighs into your calves from all the blows your prostate was takin from that bulbous tip.

Jus imaginin limpin away from that encounter leakin cum all down your thighs with your hole ruined unable to clench up anymore- thinkin you're free from the monster but nope he follows you back home clingin to you- that wasn't jus sex to him that was a whole matin caroming- you're his now N' he has young to raise in your tummy...that's weird? Why can't his seed take to you? Why aren't you pregnant yet— did he not give you enough seed to reproduce— he'll just have to give you more N' breed you over until you're finally knocked up.

[secretivemessenger]

☆ top male char x bttm reader

☆ synopsis: on a random sunday you woke up with the ability to read minds, not anybody’s minds but your boyfriend to be specific. and boy is it not a one hell of a ride.

★ cw: no actual sex, your fuckass bf has an exhibition kink congrats (more like me but who r u guys to judge).

★ AUTHOR’s rambling: this is just a short drabble of an idea i had and needed to expand on idk if it’ll ever be a full fic but have this for now

NSFW content under the cut, proceed with caution

You woke up like any other day, nothing felt out of the ordinary. If anything, you felt extra energetic today. That was until you went out of the house to meet your boyfriend to walk to uni together.

He was saying random stuff that didn’t make sense; when you asked about it, he just looked at you confused, like he didn’t just say out loud how horny he was.

You must be hearing things; that has to be it. But it just continued on till you both reached your shared class. He sat so far away, yet you could still hear it clearly, more than hear it, you could see it.

You saw a disturbingly clear image of yourself being very passionately fucked stupid in an empty lecture hall. Leaning sideways against the professor's desk, your leg pressed against your side with flexibility you never had, clinging to the desk and begging him for more. Just what in God's name was going on?

He’d pound you so hard the desk itself will be shaking, he’ll have you just at the edge of cumming from having your guts rearranged just to pull out. Then he’ll ram back in, he’ll keep doing this over and over, allowing himself to fill up your tummy as much he wants without allowing you to cum even once.

And when its time for the lecture to start he’d stop before the class starts, and dress you back up like nothing happened. You’d have to sit in class all hot and bothered, pants absolutely ruined with copious amount cum dripping down your thighs making them sticky and uncomfortable, all the while your cock red and angry in your boxers.

Maybe just maybe, if he’s feeling nice he’d bring something to plug you up to save you the embarrassment to have to explain why the seat under you had some liquid left behind when you got up.

Back to reality, your professor's rambling seems to just fade into the background. You can already feel your body heating up, thighs pressing close together, hole twitching in anticipation, and a blush making its way to your face as the images shifted and turned.

It shifts again, and you see yourself hidden away under his desk, mouth pressed against his pubes, eyes all rolled back and watery while you take his cock fully down your throat, like your gag reflex was nonexistent. You were hidden away, and when the professor asked where you were, your boyfriend bullshitted his way out of it, but not before resting a hand on the back of your head, making you take him even further.

He’d press his foot down on your obviously hard cock in your pants, rub it up and down as you try to silence your noise from being heard by everyone in the class.

'No more,' you got up violently with your hand slamming down on the desk. All eyes are on you, you haven’t a clue of what’s going on, but you need to get away.

You walked out of the lecture room and into the bathroom. You noticed him tailing behind you, but you kept going.

“Hey, woah, hold up, dude. What’s going on? Why leave so suddenly?” He looked at you with concern, but you could see where his mind was wandering off to.

He was thinking of how attractive you looked right now: ‘Jeez, how can you walk around like this, all sweaty with a red face that makes it seem like you ran a marathon?’.

‘Honestly, did you have any idea how fuckable you looked right now?’ Following the thought with you being pressed against the bathroom door, people outside knocking, trying to get inside but wondering what's blocking it, not knowing it's just you being held up and fucked against it.

Your hand would be covering your mouth, so as to not let any noise slip out while he drove into you in a painfully slow motion. Too slow, you would feel every single inch going in and out, too slow, you would feel it drag and pass against your prostate, enough for you to feel it but never enough for you to be satisfied. You’d crave more but be unable to ask for it.

Your eyes just widened, teeth gritted, and you just slapped him. “YOUR FAULT, ARSEHOLE,” you’d scream at him, body shaking and pants incredibly tight. You decided to cut uni early and just sprint out of the bathroom with him running after you and shouting, “Wait, please, I’m sorry for whatever I did,” “DIE”.

[vampiresheepgyts]

I need a Johnny Cage x bottom male reader imagine 😭 preferably with the reader wearing a skirt, and Johnny just unzipping his own pants and lifting the reader’s skirt (without taking the clothes off). Size difference too! Johnny’s dick making a bulge on the reader’s belly 🌚

PRETTY BOY

The first thing you register is the heat, Johnny Cage's palm sliding up the back of your thigh, fingers hooking under the hem of your skirt with a teasing tug. His grin is all teeth, predatory in the dim backstage light, and you barely have time to inhale before he’s crowding you against the dressing room mirror, the cold glass biting into your shoulder blades.

"Been staring all night, sweetheart," he murmurs, voice rough like he’s already half-gone. "Think I don’t notice how you bite your lip every time I adjust my belt?" His knee nudges between your thighs, pressing just enough to make your breath hitch, his chuckle is dark, pleased, as if the sound alone is proof he owns you. The zipper of his pants is already undone, his cock straining against the fabric, and when he grinds against you, the outline is obscenely visible through the thin material of your skirt.

You don’t even realise he’s lifted you until your ass hits the edge of the vanity, makeup bottles clattering. Johnny doesn’t give you time to adjust, just fists a hand in the fabric of your skirt and yanks it higher, exposing you to the chill of the air, and the hotter weight of his gaze. "Fuck," he exhales. "Look at that. It’ll perfect."

His grip on your hip is bruising, but the pain is secondary to the way his other hand works himself free, the thick length of him slapping heavy against your thigh. He doesn’t bother with foreplay, doesn’t need to, not when you’re already trembling, just lines himself up and pushes in with a groan that’s half your name, half a curse. The stretch burns, but the way your skirt rides up around his waist, still on but useless, makes it feel dirtier than if you’d stripped completely.

Johnny fucks you like it’s a stunt, all precision and practiced rhythm, hips snapping forward until the mirror rattles behind you. His teeth find your shoulder, biting down just shy of breaking skin, and you sob his name, nails scraping uselessly at his biceps. "That’s it," he growls, dragging a thumb over the bulge his cock makes beneath your navel. "Take it. Fucking made for this."

The vanity creaks dangerously under your weight, one of your legs hooked over his arm while the other dangles, toes barely brushing the floor. Johnny’s grip shifts, fingers digging into your thigh to spread you wider, and you whine, half protest, half plea, when he angles deeper, the drag of him hitting something that makes your vision blur. "Jesus," he laughs, breathless. "Look at you. Skirt still on and you’re coming apart."

You can feel the sweat slick between your bodies, the way your shirt rides up with every thrust, fabric clinging to the damp curve of your spine. Johnny’s free hand fists in your hair, yanking your head back to expose your throat, his mouth hot and messy against your pulse. "Gonna fuck you full," he murmurs, and the promise coils low in your gut, hotter than the stretch of him.

The air reeks of sex and spilled cologne, the sharp tang of your arousal mixing with the musk of his skin. Johnny’s rhythm stutters, his hips jerking erratically, and you choke on a moan when he shoves in deep, grinding his cock against that sweet spot until your thighs shake. "Cage—" you gasp, but he cuts you off with a kiss, all tongue and teeth, swallowing your whimpers like he’s starving for them.

[babydxllboy]

Quick drabble bc I'm bored and I don't want to leave y'all hanging 🫩 plus, a bit hot n bothered (iykyk, ik u're reading this) soooooo— I might even take a break from writing, idk. Not smth that I've made official myself <3 anw, this is straight up smut so enjoy :3 Nerdjo x ftm reader, rushed too and doing this while being eepy so don't come at me, mwahhh <3

,Studying'

Nerd!Satoru who volunteered to tutor you because you were failing your classes. Inviting you to his dorm and almost immediately leading you to his room. You didn’t catch the mischief in his eyes just yet.

Nerd!Satoru takes out his books from his backpack and places them on the table. The two of you were in the same year but different majors, the teachers pretty much handed out the same material so it shouldn’t be hard for him to teach you. Letting you settle down first, maybe if you wanted to change into his hoodie. Which you did because why not? It was comfy.

Nerd!Satoru who watches you change out of your shirt to his hoodie, not looking away because he wanted to catch a glimpse of your soft curves before they disappeared behind the soft cloth. Holding back a groan before snapping out of it, patting the empty space beside him on the carpeted floor before opening up a book.

Nerd!Satoru who starts to slowly explain how to calculate and solve the equation until you understand.

Nerd!Satoru who starts to pull you closer, maybe even on his lap to show you better as he proclaimed. Pressing his chest against your back, looking over your shoulder before he rests his chin on your shoulder. Watching you try to solve the equation, your tongue peeking out, eyebrows furrowed out of concentration which made you cuter.

Nerd!Satoru who can’t restrain himself anymore. Almost tearing your pants off, a yelp escaping your lips as his hands found their way to your waist, helping you grind down on his growing arousal. One of his hands slides down to your hips, teasing the waistband of your boxers before removing them off of you with haste. Wanting to see your beautiful rose that was between your thighs.

Nerd!Satoru makes you lean back against him as he looks over your shoulder and down to your slick petals. Your hands flying to hold his thighs, nails digging into the clothed skin. Reaching a hand around you, running a teasing finger up your slit only to rub the bundle of nerves. Eliciting a sweet squeal from you, slowly parting your folds just to tease your clit. Feeling it swell and peek out from its hood, your body responding positively- just how he wanted it too.

Nerd!Satoru slips a finger inside your slick channel, whimpering to how hot your insides felt. Your head falls back against his shoulder as he slowly starts to pump his finger in and out of your entrance before adding another.

Nerd!Satoru who stretches you out well until he deems that you were stretched enough he’d pull his cock out. Freeing it from the restraints only to raise your hips and line himself up against your slick entrance, grinding you down against him with his hand on your hips. Smearing your fluids against his throbbing length.

Nerd!Satoru who slips inside of you in a single fluid motion, watching in awe as you swallow him up. A moan mixed with a cry spilling from your lips. Bottoming inside of you, starting out gentle and slow only to pick up his pace and go rougher. “F-Fuck.. you feel so good!" Satoru groans. Bouncing you on his cock, his pre mixing with your slick only to leak out and stain his pants but he didn’t seem to mind.

Nerd!Satoru who was obsessed with how you felt around him. Finally being able to have what he always wanted—needed—, all pent up emotions went into this intense coupling. Not stopping until you came first.

Nerd!Satoru who knew you were close from how much you were clenching his cock like a vice making him groan in your ear. “Shit, darling.. you're close, hm?” He mutters in a raspy voice. Thrusting upwards before keeping you still. You could feel his cock twitch before spilling his load inside, your orgasm crashing right after his. Leaving your legs weak and shaky while he held your trembling form close.

Nerd!Satoru, who doesn't pull out just yet, lets you rest first before softening inside of you and slips out. Shivering and clenching around nothing, whimpering softly. Feeling his load start to leak out, picking you up and lying you in his bed.

Nerd!Satoru cleans you carefully before letting you rest up completely. Sliding into the bed beside you and tugs you closer, snuggling until your body was pressed up against his. Whispering sweet-nothings and praises in your ear until you fell asleep.

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Tom's Possession

🕷Pairing(s)🕷→ Possessive Tom Holland x Male reader  ⚠CW⚠→ gay, dom top Tom Holland, bottom male reader, humiliation kink, reader has a small dick, size kink (Tom is 5’11 or taller, just be smaller than that), gagging, jealous, jealous Tom, possessive, possessive behavior, Tom is possessive, public handjob, handjob, semi-public sex, Tom fucks you in the bar’s bathroom, voyeurism, getting caught, cum eating, and you purposely make Tom jealous cause why not. 🕷Rating🕷→ Explicit 🕷Requested🕷→ Yes

🕷Word Count🕷→ 1.3k

🕷Summary🕷→ A random guy was flirting with you at the pub. Knowing how Tom would react, you decided to flirt with the man because you wanted him to get upset. Tom watched from afar, seething before he dragged you by the arm into the bathroom. He needed to remind you who you belong to. 

Read before continuing: IF YOU ARE YOUNGER THAN 18 OR ANY OF THE WARNINGS MAKE YOU UNCOMFORTABLE, DO NOT CONTINUE READING! 

DISCLAIMER: This does NOT represent what Tom is like in real life! This is just fanfiction and a request given to me. Don’t be too delusional. 

 Tom was seething at the mouth, tapping his feet aggressively while clenching his fist till they were white. His grip on the bottle of alcohol tightened as he watched from afar. You were flirting with another man who wasn’t even good-looking. Tom knew you were messing with him, only flirting with the man to get a rise out of him, and it was working. 

You were feeling a little bratty and decided to tease Tom. Many people saw the actor as Spider-Man, a light-hearted man and someone kind to others. Gay men mainly saw Tom as being a bottom and never a top, but you know the truth. He was kind and loving, but when it comes to sex, he was dominant. He was also possessive and somewhat jealous. He would never act on his primal instinct, but he would fuck and spear you on his cock, ramming you into the bed as he taught a lesson. His thick British accent would echo in your ears as he filled you with his cum. 

You could feel Tom burning holes into your and the other man’s head. You weren’t interested in anything the other man was saying, leading him on, you weren’t going to do something with him. Your body was only for Tom to fuck and claim. As you waited for the reddish-brown haired man to come, you laughed and flirted. The breaking point was when the man dared to place his hand on your thigh. 

Tom got up from his seat and stormed his way to you. He pulled his baseball cap down to make sure nobody recognized him. He didn’t care that he pushed some people out of his way, the man only had his eyes on you. “You’re coming with me,” Tom says hushedly as he grabs your arm and drags you to the farthest bathroom. Your small dick woke up and throbbed from Tom being assertive.

Everything was a blur until your smaller body was perched on the sink with Tom’s larger body between your legs. His hand fumbled with your pants before he yanked them off. Tom grins as he sees your small cock throbbing. “Pathetic excuse of a cock. Can you even see it?” Tom teases as he pulls his pants, showing you his much larger cock, showing it off and doing a side-by-side comparison. 

Yours pales in comparison to his. From length to the thickness, Tom outranks you. It was a good kind of embarrassment that serves to make your cock harder. Tom began using two fingers to slowly stroke your cock with a firm grasp while stroking his. Your moans echoed off the bathroom walls as you bucked your hips into Tom’s hold. 

Tom leans forward, his hot breath ghosting over your skin as he spoke in a husky British accent. “Dirty fucking whore. Flirting and flaunting yourself for other men. You like it when I stroke your little cock like this? Being humiliated like the little slut you are.” Tom growls, his words sending shivers down your spine. You whimpered softly as Tom bites your ear, moving down as he marks your skin with his teeth. 

The reddish-brown haired man pulled back, his eyes glinted with arousal and want. Suddenly, your mouth was forced open before two of Tom’s thick fingers filled your mouth. “Suck them,” Tom commanded as he slowed down. You whined with your dazed look, making eye contact with Tom as you sucked his fingers. Loud slurping and gagging became the predominant sounds in the room. Your tongue lathering the thick fingers with saliva as you sucked on them as if they were Tom’s cock. Tom smirks as he sees tears rolling down your pretty face as he thrusts them into your mouth.  

After determining his fingers were coated enough, he pulls them out, a string of saliva connecting your mouth to his fingers. There was a moment of quiet before you felt Tom’s fingers circling your hole before pushing them inside. Tom groans as he feels your gummy walls clenching around his fingers, sucking his digits deeper. Tom begins fucking you with his fingers while stroking your small cock. The stimulation was becoming overwhelming as you felt your climax approaching. 

Then, the sound of the squeaking bathroom door echoed before the loud boom of the door closing. Your body froze but Tom didn’t seem dissuaded. He continues his actions as if you both weren’t going to get caught. Heavy footsteps got closer as the man was about to turn the corner to see you being fingered and stroked. 

You didn’t know if you were lucky or extremely unlucky. The man who walked into the bathroom was the same man you had been flirting with earlier. Your face was as red as a tomato from the embarrassment of being caught, but at the same time, you were more aroused than ever. Tom wasn’t fazed the slightest but he did notice the feeling of your ass clenching around his fingers with a vice grip. 

“Should’ve known you’re an exhibitist slut. You like being caught by another man getting fingered by someone else? Maybe I should invite him over, give him a view of your slutty body and small dick.” Tom groans as the adrenaline is pumping through his veins. He thrusts his fingers faster while slapping your dick. Your senses were becoming overwhelmed, your moans became more breathy as your climax was near. Your vision was cloudy, but in the corner of your eye you can see the man stroking to the sight before him. 

 Everything was blurry with only glimpses. The other man approached you and Tom, and Tom made it clear to the other man that he wasn’t allowed to touch you. Your moans got louder as your vision went completely white. Your back arching as you thrusted into Tom’s hand, ropes of cum spurted out of your red cockhead. The sound of wet splashing rang out as your cum hit the bathroom floor. 

“Such a good whore,” Tom said as he removed his hands before shoving his cum coated fingers into your mouth. Your moans were muffled as you tasted and ate your cum. The other man came quickly from the display, his cum landing on the floor. 

“Not so fast, I still have this problem.” The reddish-brown haired man said as he gestures towards his hard cock. He teasingly strokes it, making eye contact as if telepathically telling you to get on your knees. Tom made the other man leave, causing the man to grumble before leaving. The bathroom door opened with a loud squeak before the bang of it closing echoed. 

It was gonna be a long night. 

THE END

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Soft dom Hannibal Lecter and crybaby mreader where he teach reader how to ride him 🙂‍↕️🏃‍♂️‍➡️🏃‍♂️‍➡️

HANNIBAL LECTER X CRYBABY MALE READER

⚠️Warnings- Soft dom Hannibal, talking through it, teaching, guiding, crying- and crying kink, shy reader. Naive/ Virgin reader. And etc ⚠️

Soft but muffled moaning and choked sobs could be heard inside of Doctor’s Lecter office. You were whimpering softly as Hannibal stared at he looking down at you in between his legs with your face all puffy and wet from crying as you had your lips wrapped around Hannibal’s cock.

Hannibal had his hand laying gently on your head but had a firm grip. You eyes still had tears falling from it from earlier.

You were crying and whining earlier as he was fingering you and stretching you out prepping for his cock.

Once he had decided that you were prepped enough he told you. “Isn’t it only fair that you give me something back?” 

That’s how you both ended it up now. Hannibal staring down at you while you trying the best of your ability to give him a blowjob.

You squirmed under his eyes, but tried to ignore his gaze. “Your teeth is grazing me. Relax. Stop thinking so hard.” Hannibal said as he used his free hand to pull you off his cock before moving his thumb inside your mouth pressing it against your tongue.

Hannibal stared down into your mouth for a few more seconds before pulling his hand away and grabbing your jaw guiding your mouth down on his cock. 

“Teeth, watch your teeth.” Hannibal said in a soft but firm tone. You slowly do as you said as you moved your tongue around his cock. 

Hannibal hands stayed where they were guiding you up and down on his cock. 

Your face was flustered as tears still went down as Hannibal cupping your cheeks, he could feel his own cock moving and moving the side of your cheeks with his cock making your mouth full.

With his large hands guiding your head, you let him do all the work while you just moved your tongue around.

Hannibal gently pushed your head away from his cock and adjust the way he’s sitting in the chair tapping his knee. You quickly scramble into his lap and wrapped your arms around his shoulders. Hannibal puts his firm large hand on your hips holding you still as he used his free hand for hold and angle his large wet cock to your hole.

You were somewhat unaware, as he distracted you with comforting praises and words of affection.

“Take a deep breath for me darling.” Hannibal said, you do as he says before letting out a sharp gasp as you felt his cock slowly enter your walls.

“You can take it can’t you? Don’t want to disappoint me now would we?” Hannibal mused watching your face show many expression with uncertainty, uncomfortable and most of all pleasure. “We’re doing something more your pace.” Hannibal said as he raised you up and down on his cock.

“Shh, shh, your doing such an amazing job taking me.” Hannibal whispered against your ear as he began to move your body up down like an toy.

As you cried and whimpered softly Hannibal pressed his mouth against your ear soothing you with an hum.

His cock moving deeper and deeper inside of you as his large hands held you in a firm but gentle grip.

“Such a precious little thing…” 

”I would hate to ruin you…”

THE END