dennis fucking reader aggressively and like,, dominating but speaking very submissively. So he’s pounding into you, leaving bruises from his grip on her hips, maybe even pulling hair.. but saying things like “am i making you feel good? yeah, that’s all i want. i wanna make you feel so good. im your good boy, right? tell me. please.”
THIS IS EXACTLY WHAT THE PEOPLE (ME) WANNA SEEE !!! this post of mine is rlly similar actually! cw choking aheadd
service top dennis <33 him starting out with dominating you and slowly melting submission. having a laser focus on bringing you as much pleasure as he can. he’s willing to hurt you for it too, only because you asked so sweetly. he didn’t think he’d be into being rough with you at the beginning, but once he started it became hard for him to stop.
yes, he loves your soft sighs and your hands that lightly tug at his hair, pulling him into a kiss when he’s making love to you. but god, he loves watching you lose your mind — nails scratching at his back, holding onto him for dear life. your eyes squeezed shut n mouth agape, crying out because he just fucks you so good.
having dennis groan into your neck and double his efforts when you say yeah, denny. you’re such a good boy, your own voice wavering from the strength of his thrusts. he won’t stop till he makes you squirt on his cock btw.
and if you don’t reply, he’ll wrap his fingers around your neck and squeeze to call for your attention. talk to me, honey. a-am i not doing good? as he slows his thrusts. he’s suchh a tease, he knows exactly what he’s doing :(
Izuku was always ever the observant one. Always taking down notes and cataloging everything about almost anyone. You weren’t an exception. As his beautiful girlfriend, Izuku would do just about anything to make you happy! So he always took notes. He knows your favorite restaurants, he knows when you’re craving, he even knows what you sound like when you’re about to cry. So it isn’t out of the ordinary that Izuku also happens to know just how to angle his fingers to get you to squeak just for him.
“Zuku…” You moaned out, tilting your head back until it hit his shoulder.
The room is embarassingly quiet aside from your moans and the sticky squelches that are coming from your pussy. Izuku has you in a humiliating position. Spread wide open on his lap in front of the mirror in his bedroom. His fingers are moving in and out of you in a rushed pace, in and out, in and out, in and out. Shlick. Shlick. Shlick.
You reach down and wrap your hand around Izuku’s wrist in an attempt to hinder his pace. Each thrust of his fingers hit right against g-spot and it has your mind searing in a bright white light. Your mind has melted into a puddle and you can barely catch your breath, you just needed a break. Just one moment to catch yourself.
Izuku immediately tsks and pulls his fingers out of your cunt and for a moment you think he’s finally let up but before you can fully relax into his lap, three fingers come down and slap you right on your sensitive clit. You jerk and instinctively your knees press together earning another disappointed sound from your boyfriend.
“Thought I taught you not to do that?” Izuku muttered under his breath. He leans forward so that his chin is resting on your shoulder, looking straight into the mirror to catch your gaze but you’re doing your best to avoid it, eyes squeezed shut and your chin tucked close to your chest.
“I’m sorry.” You quickly mumbled but it wasn’t enough. You know what he's going to say.
“Don't you want to be a good puppy?” Izuku asked softly.
You whined and quickly jerked your head up and down. Of course you wanted to be good!
the windows were fogged up when atsumu dragged you into his lap in the backseat. his hands grab your hips hard, yanking you down so his cock presses right against your pussy through his jeans. he kisses you rough, tongue shoving in, teeth biting your lip, groaning into your mouth like he’s starving.
“been hard for this cunt all goddamn day,” he mutters, voice wrecked. “gonna fuck you stupid, darlin’.”
his palms shove under your shirt, grabbing your tits, thumbs rubbing your nipples until they’re hard. you grind down on his bulge and he groans loud, hips bucking up, already leaking through the denim.
“so fuckin’ wet for it already,” he says, but his voice cracks. his hands grope everywhere... ass, thighs, tits, squeezing like he can’t stop.
you rip his belt open, shove his jeans down. his cock springs out thick, red, dripping precum down the shaft. you wrap your hand around it and he throws his head back, moaning like a slut, hips jerking into your fist.
“fuck...” he gasps, cock throbbing hard in your grip.
you tug your panties aside, line him up against your throbbing cunt, and sink down fast.
here's the fucking catch. the moment tip of his cock pops in, he’s done.
atsumu never told you he was a virgin. he never felt anything close to this tight wet heat, and the second that first inch squeezes around him his whole body seizes like he got electrocuted.
his whole body jerks violently, cock pulsing wildly as he cums hard inside you. hot, thick ropes shooting deep in frantic spurts, hips slamming up while he cries out broken curses. you feel every desperate twitch, every heavy spurt flooding inside your cunt, feel him shaking like he’s coming apart, filling you up so fast it leaks out around his base almost immediately.
“fuck! shit... no—” his voice cracks, face buried in your neck. “sorry, fuck, i’m sorry—never done this before, didn’t know it’d... shit—”
he’s still twitching, cock softening but not pulling out, his virgin cum dripping down your thighs. his arms lock around you tight, like he’s scared you’ll leave now that he’s embarrassed himself.
“‘tsumu...”
“don’t,” he mumbles, voice small and wrecked. “that was fuckin’ pathetic. first time and i couldn’t even last a second—”
you grab his face, make him look. his cheeks are burning red, eyes wet, usual cockiness completely shattered because he’s never felt this before.
“it’s hot,” you say.
he blinks. “bullshit.”
you roll your hips once. his oversensitive virgin cock jerks inside you, already hardening again despite the mess he made.
“see?” you whisper.
“yeah?” he rasps.
“yeah.”
he flips you onto your back on the seat, spreads your legs wide, and shoves back in, his cum and your slick making it filthy and easy. he starts fucking you hard and fast, no holding back now that the edge is gone.
“gonna make you cum this time,” he growls. “gonna fill this pussy again... fuck, gonna breed it till you’re dripping me all night,”
you clench around him and he moans loud, pace turning sloppy, desperate, chasing his second load while he watches your face like he’s addicted to it.
“cum for me, darlin’, cum on my cock while i stuff you full again...”
contents: dubcon!!!!!; toxic!boyfriend!steve x fem!reader; reader with a vagina and breasts; jealous!steve; possessive/obsessive!steve; light bondage; slight stalking; piv; steve is pushy and overprotective but he really genuinely thinks it’s what’s best for you :( <\3… something something it’s very hot when a man loves you so much that he won’t let you go…
thinking of boyfie steve being protective of you to the point where it’s borderline toxic. or maybe even outright toxic. like, he was always looking out for you as friends, but some sort of switch flips the literal moment you say “yes” to being his girl, sitting in his car at lover’s lake one summer evening.
all of your problems are suddenly his to fix. flat tire? he insists on you sitting in the car while he fixes it up, even though you know what you’re doing. it’s chilly out and you’re not wearing a jacket? he’ll buy one for you so that you don’t catch a cold. not drinking enough water? he notices, and he won’t let you out of his sight until you’ve finished at least one glass in his presence.
it’s nice at first, being taken care of like this — but soon it feels a little condescending and sometimes even chauvinistic. there are boundaries you try to set with him, stressing that you’re not stupid. and steve does know that! you’re the smartest prettiest angel he’s ever seen! but a little thing like you shouldn’t have to carry the world on your shoulders. he sweet talks you, calms you down, telling you that he simply loves spoiling you and could very happily do so for the rest of his life.
but it doesn’t really feel like he’s spoiling you when he’s sizing up a guy who you were making small talk with while waiting for your drink at the bar. you watch your sweet steve turn from a puppy into a watch dog, his fingers digging into your waist and ushering you away from the presence of whatever “sleaze” was just “trying to fuck you.” that’s how steve sees the interaction, at least. as a threat. someone who wants to take you away from him.
you blow up at him when the cool outside air hits you. breaking out of his grip to shove your pointer finger into his chest and scolding him, words vicious, things you don’t really mean but you’re just so sick of him acting like you’re incapable of existing without him.
“i’m a big girl, steve, i can fucking handle myself!”
this is where steve disagrees with you. but he lets you rant at him until your throat hurts, and he lets you poke at his chest until it turns red. he lets you seethe in the car on the way home. most shocking of all, he doesn’t argue with you when you tell him you need a little space, a few days to just breathe without him watching you as if you might choke on air at any given moment.
he gives you a few days. it’s agonizing torture for him, and he sort of hopes it’s the same for you, too. though you do actually seem a lot happier when he watches you from the parking lot of the hawkins public pool, dressed in a goddamn bikini, one that he bought you, one that you’re only supposed to wear at his place. surrounded by friends with your tits barely concealed, where the lowliest trash in town can have an eyeful of your body.
he has half the mind to get out of his car and drag you away, but he knows better than to blow his cover now. so he waits until you’re tucked in bed that night to knock on your window and sweetly ask if you’d let him in. just to talk. nothing else. promise!
but would steve really be a loving boyfriend if he let you get away with that shit? no! he’s gotta fight for you, doesn’t he? even if that means tying you to your headboard haphazardly with a silk scarf when you get all combative again. even if that means slapping his hand over your mouth so that you’d just listen to him instead of arguing. until he finally shoves your underwear into your mouth with a regrettable sigh because you’re acting like someone you’re not.
“where’d my good girl go?” he asks softly, hands tracing down your body, cloaked in one of his oversized hawkins basketball shirts and nothing more. “what happened, baby? hm?”
you try to argue with him, but nothing quite makes sense past the cotton in your mouth.
a hand lingers at the base of your neck, steve’s finger gently tracing over the golden s that hangs on an expensive chain he got you. he’s at least pleased that you haven’t removed it, but it seems that, perhaps, it’s not doing such a good job at reminding you of who you belong to.
“i know you’re mad at me,” he says, sounding absentminded as his fingers continue to stroke his initial. it looks so pretty on you. “let me make it up to you, okay?”
you let him push your legs apart. you let him push his old t-shirt up over your breasts. you let him kiss down your neck while your chest rapidly rises and falls, clearly worked up — pissed at him and so wildly turned on that your sheets are darkening under you, wet with your arousal.
he fucks the look right out of you. spreads your legs wide and hitches them up on his shoulders, bending you in half. pushes in with one brutal thrust, a perverse sense of pride overtaking him while he watches your eyes widen and your fists clench above you.
“said you were a big girl,” he groans. “now you’re lookin’ at me like you can’t take it. need me to help you, huh?”
you clench hard around him, hips bucking, trying to get away from the stretch.
steve laughs. “yeah. just like i fuckin’ thought.”
every thrust is rough, but there’s intention behind it. each push of his hips is slow and deep, tilted just right, the tip of him sweeping over your g-spot over and over. you couldn’t even find it with your dumb little fingers before him. each press is a kiss to the deepest part of you — i love you. i love you. i love you. let me.
“i can be better,” he groans in your ear. “fuck, honey, let me show you.”
that doesn’t mean he’ll take a step back — instead, he means that he’ll help you get used to him. to his hand on the small of your back, to his overwhelming need to take care of you, to the rest of your lives together where you don’t lift a fucking finger except for him to put a ring on it and for you to take care of his kids.
and, considering how dumb you get when he has you like this, all spread open and at his mercy, it may actually be an easy lesson for you. and if it isn’t, that’s okay. he’ll keep you here as long as necessary. and you’ll thank him for it.
Is it weird i think Bakugo licks you a lot…hear me out:
I don’t mean just randomly walks up to you and lick your face, but on occasion when you’re drinking and some liquids fall down your chin, he notices; almost like he second guessing himself but he’s not he’s actually waiting until your guard is down and take his oddly long pierced tongue and wipes you clean.
He takes such a long time moving his mouth up your cleavage where the liquid stopped to then your neck and the corner of your lips, once he plants a kiss there be then have the nerve to look back at you with a smirk and sit back down.
“Why….—”
“Not my fault you’re a sloppy drinker.”
“Yeah and you love that don’t you pervert.”
Bakugo sucks his teeth with no counter. He’d be lying if he denied the allegations.
Did I also mention he loves licking your back and tummy?
Specifically during sex, it basically became a warning signal he’s completely pussy drunk off you. Which never lasts long even when he tries to pull out and eat you out instead so you can cum first.
Looking down between your thighs to see his fluffy blonde hair swivel and circle his head in between your lower lips, he pops off your clit to lick up your slit to your belly after finally helping your ride out your orgasm. Bakugo’s tongue slips and slides all around your belly while he rubs your clit to over stimulation. Big belly or small it’s not an issue for him to slobber over.
“Taste S’good…”
Bakugo—-as sweaty and flustered as he is right now has no shame when he licks your back as you are said tummy, your ass bouncing against him drives this man INSANE, sometimes he takes hold and slows your down to watch your grip and cream around his shaft, “Fuck it—“
That’s the last thing you hear before he groans and presses you back against him. Seeing your upper body give out he uses the opportunity to bend down and lick your spine up to your neck, the taste of your sweat and his made his dick twitch inside you. A new level of adrenaline pulsed through his body leaving a choked moaned out of him. You hear it, and clench harder from how turned on you got from it.
Breathing out a choked chuckle he continues licking your shoulder to your neck and kissing your gapped open mouth. His hand around your throat very firmly, with his middle finger right at the center just gently rubbing as if it was a threat he could press harder….but he wants to be gentle today.
He knows leaving half your body in his saliva was gross. He knows, but once you’ve already came 3 times you don’t think about it. Don’t worry he’ll give you a bath though I promise….
deaf!bakugou who is a sadist and who happens to loooove eating pussy but adored softly biting and sucking your clit until it doubles in size— but when you get ‘too loud’ he just turns the hearing aid off and tilts his head when he sees your tear stricken face.
“you dick, i was telling you i was coming!”
“im glad you came.” he devilishly grins. “feel good?”
“yes but-“ you grumble, slightly groaning when his breath leaves your bundle of nerves. “you said youd eat my pussy, not abuse it.”
“never said i had to hear you.” he shrugs, licking his lips as he smirks.
katsuki wasn’t a perv. appreciating something he likes ≠ being a pervert…at least in his eyes. the pretty lace panties you wore deserved more love, he decided one night. when he found you laying in bed in nothing but your underwear and a thin tank top, he practically jumped at the chance.
he trailed kisses up your thigh, taking his sweet time to appreciate every inch of you. he hummed against your skin, getting lost in pampering you. your breath stopped each time he got closer to where you needed him most. he had you flustered, and he knew it. he chuckled, his bright red eyes boring into yours.
“everything okay?”
you nodded and reached forward to cup his face. he smiled at you and turned his head to kiss your palm. you grinned and he went back to littering you with kisses. when he finally reached your panties, he nudged them with his nose and inhaled.
“katsuki!” you swatted him playfully, but he kept his head nested in between your thighs. he seemed unaffected by your reaction. he kissed your clothed cunt and groaned softly.
“so pretty, fuck,” he murmured, the vibration caused heat to pool into your stomach. you whined softly and spread your legs wider for him. he smirked, pleased with himself, before hooking his finger under the fabric. he yanked them to the side and dove in. katsuki ate pussy like a man starved. he lapped at your cunt with hunger, slurping your wetness like a madman. his tongue glided across your folds with haste, making a mess of you and himself. the taste of you alone made him hard … though, he ignored the tent in his pants. right now, he was focused on you.
you squirmed underneath him, overwhelmed by the sheer pleasure of it all, but katsuki didn’t stop. he forced your thighs apart and inches closer.
“don’t run from me pretty, you just taste so good.” he practically whined into your pussy. you gummy walls fluttered at his words and you moaned his name softly. he was enjoying himself—flattened his tongue, working a finger inside of your weeping cunt—all with his face covered in your slick. to put it mildly, this was katsuki’s heaven. he could simply die here with his head buried in between your thighs, and he was prepared to. he kept at it, your broken cries only egging him on further. your fingers flew to his blonde hair and tugged lightly. he had on hand resting on your thigh and the other pulling aside your soaked panties.
“suki, feels s’good,” you whined. your back arched as he reached your sweet spot. trembling under his touch, the pleasure practically blinded you. you were so close you could almost taste it…and katsuki wanted to too.
he briefly came up for air. “cum for me, wanna taste you, baby, please.” you nodded frantically, eyes locking with his as you came. his name escaped your lips as your orgasm washed over you. he rode out your high, forcing your thighs apart so he could get every last drop.
just a late night 18+ dennis thought.. the first time he gets head from you. he’s all whiney and doesn’t know what to do with his hands, needs a little encouragement that he can take control >.< poor bby
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oh god yes…sorry i should be working on event fics but i saw this and had to answer it. [x fem!reader]
dennis is a blushing stuttering mess the first time your mouth is on him, holy fuck does it feel heavenly. he doesn’t know what to do with himself, whines and small whimpers fall from his lips as he tries his hardest not to buck his hips when you take him in your warm mouth.
he has to run down all the gore-y things he saw today in the ED just so he doesn’t cum the second your tongue traces along a vein on the underside of his shaft.
the woman who dropped a knife in her foot, guy who cut off half his finger making a huge family dinner, the motorcycle crash that came-
“holy shit- angel” he pants out, cutting off his own train of thought when your nails scratch down his thighs as you take the entirety of his cock down your throat. his hands are gripping the edge of the couch cushions so hard he’s surprised he hasn’t ripped the fabric yet.
his body is so incredibly still, not knowing what he’s allowed to do and you can tell, you pull away from his cock and the pathetic sound that leaves his lips makes your head spin.
“what-” he starts to gripe, “baby you know you can touch me when i’m sucking you off, right?” you state leisurely like it’s not those aren’t dirtiest words dennis has ever heard out of your pretty mouth.
“i kn- i know it just feels really good i don't know what to do” he explains, his face the most eternal shade of red.
you grab at his hand and place it on top of your head, “do what feels natural den, whatever feels right baby” you coo before slipping him back in your mouth but not all the way.
a long breath leaves his body, his eyes glued to the way you suck him in your mouth, cheeks hallowing but you remain now only at his tip not going further.
he liked how he feel completely buried inside, the way your throat tighten around his cock. using the hand on your head he pushes down softly, your body willing going taking more of his shaft inside your mouth inch by inch til your nose is buried in the coarse patch of hair at his base. “fuck, you take me s’ well baby” he slurs out, getting a little drunk on the image infront of him.
you can’t help the way your fingers slide under the waist band of your panties and run through your slick folds, dennis finally taking control only getting you more hot and bothered than before.
anyway i need to write event fics now lol. sorry for any mistakes also
but that need, that greed from within, had no clear intention of decline.
“fuck..” he breathed, his chest now heaving as though he was running out of time, “…you’re gorgeous.”
with stable hands, he then lifted you from your tired feet, palms now cradling both your back and ass as he placed you on the end of his bed.
“—absolutely fucking gorgeous.”
mouths then crashed, saliva smearing across skin as he continued to mutter words under his breath,
“fuck me.” he groaned in between the kiss, his lips now traveling down your jaw and onto your throat, suckling on the most sensitive skin as he watched you writhe from beneath.
his knee had been placed in between your thighs, scrubs still on but not for long. with deft hands, he then undid the drawstring to your pants, pulling it down until the hem had settled onto the cleft of your ass.
fingers were now pressing into your clothed cunt, feeling the fabric dampened from his touch while his mouth was now latched onto your collarbone, leaving bruises and hickies in his wake.
“tell me what you want, baby.” his teeth then grazed the thin layer of skin atop the bone of your collar, causing your breath to hitch.
still, relentless as ever, his fingers were now pressing into the divot where your folds had parted, panties now soaked until the slick had coated the tips of his digits in a clear, wet sheen.
he was teasing you, testing your restraint. watching each time your lashes fluttered in momentary estasy while your hips ground into his hand in search of friction.
but when his index circled your clit, motions subtle and circular, he watched as you bucked and keened—voice so pitched as though you were about to whine.
“d-dennis, i-i, you-you… please.” your thighs trembled then, pressing until the plushness of it held his hand firm into place, letting you grind more as you chased that now tangible high.
and cruelly, as though torture was entwined with his pleasure, he yanked his hand from between and slapped the heel of his palm onto your ass.
“use your words, sweetie. ain’t a mind reader.”
you must have cried then, from the sudden lost of his friction and at that sting that was now on your ass.
dennis was strong. needed to be so he could keep working the stables back on his family’s farm. his muscles were not prominent but his physique was clearly toned, enough so that each time you noticed his arms flex, you could feel something pool between your thighs.
“need something inside..” you sucked in a breath, chest heaving in time with your now pulsing cunt.
but when he arched a brow, as if expecting to hear more, you closed your eyes and shuddered.
“pl-please… dennis? p-promise to be good..”
and without warning or even hesitation, he tugged at the fabric of your scrubs until it was off, leaving you bare with only your panties and disheveled camisole to keep you decent.
but that hunger in his gaze meant that the man was not done.
far from it.
he then pushed you into a new position, where your knees were resting on his shoulders while he mouth your still clothed cunt, licking at the slick from the fabric.
you must have seen stars the moment his teeth grazed the hood of your clit, still clothed but the friction alone was delicious—enough so that it had you teetering over the blissful edge.
with the flat bed of his tongue, he pressed it onto your sopping folds, that thin stripe that was the layer of your panties now pulled to the side. the tip then delved in between, teasing the entrance with surprising expertise.
your hands were now weaving and pulling at his hair, chestnut curls poking between your fingers as you cried and begged for more.
more of his tongue. more of his mouth. more of him.
soon, as he narrowed his tongue, he started plunging inside with a punishing pace, the pad of his callous thumb now circling your sensitive nub.
he watched as your hips buckled and bucked without reason or rhyme, breath hitching into pitchy whines while your mouth whimpered out his name in succession.
“de-dennis, dennis—oh my god—dennis!!”
stars were now clouding your vision like gauze—eyes fluttering to a close as your thighs tightened around his head like a vice. shoving your cunt as much as you could against his now soaked face.
“that’s it, sweetie, c’mon. want to taste that cum on my tongue.” dennis encouraged, not once wavering in his pace with both his thumb and tongue.
and before he finished that sentence, you shattered.
a sudden shriek was then torn from your now sore throat, engulfed in both pleasurable pain and breathtaking heights.
and as you collapsed from that sudden, indescribable high—your back then arched off of the bed, thighs drawn tight while your toes curled. hands now clawing at his scalp, sweat dripping down your forehead and staining his sheets.
slowly, so slowly, he then lapped his tongue at your now overwhelmed entrance, aiding you through the euphoric waves until it settled into a more calming stream.
soon, he then unwrapped your thighs from his head, careful as he surged forward until your lips met—the taste of your cum both present on his tongue and lips, but more so as it had sprayed across his reddened face.
“see what happens when you listen to me, sweetie?”
imagine you and jack are having sex; he’s fucking you nice and deep, making your toes curl, and when you’re both close to cumming, he grabs your hips and guides his fat cock against that one hypersensitive spot inside you and asks "gonna cum for me sweetheart?"
but you shake your head rapidly and say “no ,hmph”
jack thinks he’s misheard, so he asks again “come on baby , i can feel how close you are ,cum for me ,cum for jackie” but all he gets in return are your tear-filled eyes, a pouting mouth and another shake of the head.
and it’s all because a few minutes earlier he was being mean and teased you, so now you’re determined to upset him, and jack gives in straight away.
he pulls you close to his massive body and whispers into your hair how sorry he is and that "daddy will never do that again" , while his cock assaults your puffy and overstimulated pussy, making you squirt within seconds...oh i'm so wet
brat!reader x tamer!izuku who fucks that attitude and pout right off your face and taunts you the whole time like “hm? nothing more to say?” as your ankles are tossed over his shoulders as he plunges in and out of you, pinching your cheeks between his thumb and pointer finger and spits right on your tongue
gerran being soooo touchy feely on set he keeps getting in trouble and people keep asking if you're okay... ugh
you just reply with "oh yeah he's just like that" with a happy smile even though he's really not.... at least not like how he is with you... his hands grabbing your waist and hips as he passed you as he talks to you. his hand fixing your hair or gently touching your face and neck. the way he hugs you.... isa swears she's seen his hand on your ass but maybe she was just seeing things...
the worst part is you always end up nearly getting caught making out... you'll sneak into his trailer to "run lines" when really he's running his tongue over whatever skin he can get to during your 20 minute break.
One time you were straddling his hips finding the perfect rhythm as your hips grind together and you get a knock at your door a familiar voice calling your name your hand flys over Gerrans mouth to muffle his moans and your hips came to an abrupt stop
"hey, wanna go get coffee while we're on break?" you hear Shabana's muffled voice on the other side of the door. You're scrambling to get up and shove gerran aside muttering at him to hide. he gives you a huff concealing his hard-on and moving out of sight so you can go out with Shabana
thankfully she didn't suspect anything...
on carpets he loves being next to you in pictures there's definitely a few of him whispering to you you just laugh so they think he's being clever but he's saying whatever perverse idea came to his twisted head. while you're hoping no one notices his hands grabbing groping your ass
softdom!dennis whitaker practically pouncing on his sweet little girlfriend when he gets home from the ER at night because he just missed you soo much.
cw: dom dennis, sub reader, pet names (honey, sweet girl, baby), fingering, protected pnv, praise, sweet sex (i think?)
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after coaxing you away from the couch to the bed, cooing about "c'mon, honey, it's late, y'didn't have to stay up for me," while his hand slid around your waist in the way he knew made your knees weak.
it didn't take long before he was on top of you in your shared bed, gently lowering you down into the pillows below, free hand already slipped into your panties, rubbing slow and steady circles on your clit. he groaned into your lips, kissing you heavily and practically drowning out the sound of your soft whimpers from his fingers alone. he tugged down his scrub pants easily, freeing his dick fast enough for it to be already sliding into you in seconds.
he gasped out a moan and grunted, one hand holding him up and the other stroking your hair so sweetly, listening to your whines below him. "hey, shh, shh," he murmured in your ear, pressing light, sloppy pecks all over your jaw and cheek. "you're okay, 's okay," he reassured you, falling into a more plank position so his hand could cover your mouth to suppress your whimpering. the poor neighbors, apartment walls are thinner than paper!
his other hand stroked the side of your face and your hair, murmuring soft praises through moans and gasps above you. "missed you so much, sweet girl," he pecked your lips a few times, rutting into you slow and deep now, listening to your gasps and thrusting even deeper when you grasped at his back.
"mmmph-fuck," he gasped, almost collapsing fully onto you, head ducked down with his mouth right by your ear, panting and gasping. his thrusts began to quicken to the same pace of his breath - fast, sloppy. his hand dug into your hair and cupped the back of your head, pressing it to his collar as you whined out and gasped a few soft, inaudible pleas. "there you go, baby, that's it," he cooed as you both came, pulling out minutes later after laying you down and murmuring in your ear, and discarding the condom into the trash can (safe sex is great sex!).
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high writing this sooooo sorry if it sucks 😅
not proofread either... fix the mistakes in ur head!!
lowkey stepcest dennis whitaker... where maybe he's giving u a ride home late one night and u ask him to pull over on some desolate nebraskan road and jerk him off ! anddddd he's like, super super nervous and weird about it, but obv caves and enjoys it
anon, i love you for this. sorry this is really short, i’m at a party rn but you’ve had this request in for like two weeks so i had to get it done!!
after the party·˚ ༘
summary: dennis finally gives in to his pleading step-sister after spending so long jerking himself off with her in his mind
word count: 0.9k
cw: stepcest, they do it in a car, handjob, sloppy makeouts, mentions of the church n shit because i can’t help it, lots of saliva.
you don’t remember when you started to see dennis as something more than the son of your mom’s boyfriend.
maybe when he trotted out into the barn with an old, hand me down wife beater and cuffed jeans, fetching the logs of wood your mom asked him to get. or when you were walking into the bathroom for a well-deserved shower, only to get a full view of his toned front, fisting his cock while aiming the shower head at his leaky purple tip.
you knew he thought of you as well. insisting on doing your laundry so you can focus on studying, yet hearing his bedroom door click shut instead of the stairs creaking. that time that your mom had treated the two of you road trip at the beach, where he cupped your mound to try and pull you back for a ‘splash fight’.
the two of you would call those touches accidental, but you both knew better.
and you wanted more. since he was so scared of asking to drown in your pretty cunt like the three tabs of step-bro/step-sis porn he had left on his computer suggested, you knew you had to be the bigger person and make the first move.
now, with the heel of your palm rubbing at him through his jeans, you don’t know what took you guys so long! you’re not thinking about your shitty plans which had ruined your night because all you can think about is convincing dennis to get his cock out.
“y- you’re like a sister t’me! we can’t,” he stutters, gripped the back of the headrest.
a dramatic pout pulls at your face, one that he can’t even see with your face buried in his neck. “don’t lie to me, den. you know, ‘s really mean,” you whine. “you like me, i like you— where’s the problem?”
“p- problem? the problem is this whole situation!” he groans out.
you watch as those expressive eyes go all wide as your palm finds his tip, his eyebrows furrowed as he mentally tells himself to resist, resist, resist! it’s like you can see the gears turning in his head, telling him that you’ll blabber to someone, a passerby will drive down the road and catch the both of you. you can’t help but feel sorry for him.
slowly, your free hand tilts his chin down gently. “den, it’s okay. no one has to know, it’s our little secret. it’s an empty road, no one will drive by.”
dennis can’t take his eyes off of you as he thinks over your relieving words, trying to make a link with a bad consequence, but finding none.
“yeah?” he asks breathlessly.
you smile. “i promise, den.”
he pants heavily for a moment, still reeling in the unfamiliar touch of a hand this close to his cock that isn’t his own. then, that good, clean boy act is ripped off.
he licks his way into your mouth desperately, parting his lips further to get even just a small taste of your tongue. you let out a breathy moan into the kiss, feeling your panties flood with his compliance.
the kiss is more of tongues and teeth clashing, scratching at each other’s lips. what else can you expect from two people who have been shut out from anything but the church and purity?
it’s inexperienced but it’s so fuelling, pumping you with so much adrenaline that your leg begins to jump up and down.
you pull back with tapered airways, your eyes half-lidded and dreamy. quickly locating the buckle of his belt, you pull the leather loose and shuffle down his jeans. as you tug his baggy checkered boxers down, thick globs of precum already beading through the fabric, you crash your lips back onto his.
your thighs clench as you hear the whiny mewl that chokes its way into the kiss, just as you wrap your hand around dennis’ velvety length. his head slams back against the headrest, a little trickle of spit that broke from the kiss printed onto his chin.
“yes, yes, yes—“ he whimpers, the sound growing straight to your belly.
dennis’ eyes track over your hand as it pumps his strangled cock. every single scripted and cheesy porno he jerked off to could never compare to this. he felt so dirty. so free. anyone could walk by, and instead of making him nervous, the thought only made his hazy eyes roll back.
you bring your hand away, earning a whine from dennis. that quickly changes when you spit on both hands, fist his cock, then twist your wrist.
the sound is sinful. the wet schlick, schlick of your saliva pooling between your knuckles sends dennis into a state of bliss, his loud moans growing high-pitched and irrepressible.
you don’t hear his stuttered, barely audible warnings. it’s like there’s a fish bowl over your head, blocking out everything around you but the sight of dennis’ twitching dick.
so, it catches you by surprise when you lean down to spit on his lengthy shaft, only to be met with thick, sticky ropes of white painting your lips and chin. unable to resist, your tongue darts out to taste the gooey release.
“h— oh my god, i- i’m sorry. i tried t-to warn you, i s-swear!” he cries, hips still twitching into your fist.
you giggle and sit back up, swiping a finger across your chin to suck his salty cum right off. “it’s okay, den. you can make it up to me and return the favour.”
@WHIMSILVERHAND '26
if i have the energy i might follow this up where they just get more perverted and icky!
hi… jerking dennis off with your hand down his pretty panties
hi… yes. you text dennis saying you wanna try something new, and send him pictures of two pairs of lacy panties, one with blue stripes and a tiny bow to match and another that’s transparent pink with dainty flowers all over, telling him to pick one. he’s already losing his mind picturing you in them, says you’d look beautiful in both. but you tell him no, they’re not for you, theyre for him. the poor boy is so confused, asks you what you mean… guesses if he had to pick, it’d be the blue ones…
you have them delivered to his place (which trinity doesn’t see, thankfully) and when you come over the next time, you find him sat on his knees on the bed, naked, donning the new gift you got him.
he’d be soo flustered :( just imagining the raging blush on his cheeks that travels all the way down to his chest. d-do you like it? he’d stutter out, barely meeting your eyes. oh, my baby. i love it. my pretty boy. you’d coo, rubbing him over the thin fabric that already has a large wet spot from his pre leaking.
he’d whine so loud, head buried in your neck as he mumbles about how unfair it is that you’re fully dressed. your hand strokes his cock under his panties, running your thumb along his sensitive tip to hear the sharp gasp he lets out in response.
a-ah- ‘m gonna end up making a mess! please, just let me take these off-
shh, no. don’t worry about that right now, den. i’ll get you new ones. you wanna try the pink ones next time, right?
y-yeah, fuck, please. wanna look pretty, wanna be good, all on display for you- haah, ‘m cumming, im cumming! he whines out, coating your hand and his panties with spurts of his sticky release <3
tags: mdni! smut, dom(ish) sho, missionary, p in v, hair pulling, a luh rough (maybe ooc i’m sorry)
bfprohero!todoroki x femgf!reader - shoto loses his composure in front of your eyes
a/n: i feel sho is a softdom, the sweestest dom actually, but yk… a softdom is still a dom… 👀
shoto todoroki had never been easy to read. not to anyone, and sometimes, not even to you— his girlfriend. it wasn’t necessarily a bad thing, that was just how he was. he was a great boyfriend, always so sweet and caring. he took care of you, never letting stress get to that pretty head of yours. you were the flame and he was a mere moth, enamored by your being.
so when you saw him come back from work one day, shoulders sagging and expression etched with frustration, it was unfamiliar. bad days weren’t unfamiliar, no, but him carrying it home was. in an instant, you were on your feet, heading over to him.
“hey. bad day?” you asked gently, taking off some of his gear and setting it aside. seeing him so weary brought a pang to your heart. he responded with a bleak nod, already heading for your shared bedroom. you could see how exhausted, or maybe frustrated, he was. you couldn’t exactly tell.
“the guy i fought brought up touya. i lost my composure, went overboard.” he explained, continuing to walk to the bedroom.
you gave him a moment, then followed him in, closing the door softly behind you. he just stood there, and now the distinction between frustration and exhaustion was clear.
your feet brought you to stand in front of him, your hands massaging his shoulders lightly. then, sweetly, you brought your lips to his, presenting a kiss. normally, his hands would’ve resided on your waist or hips. you felt only one go to your hip, squeezing your skin, and the other shooting to your hair.
but he didn’t just let it rest in your hair, no. he fisted your luscious strands, grabbing hard.
you let out a soft whine from the sudden tug, the sensation new but… tasteful. the hand he had on your hip moved to the waistband of your shorts, tugging. you broke away from the kiss to quickly shed your clothes, leaving you bare.
his eyes didn’t wander like they normally did. they bore into yours instead, gesturing to the king-size bed behind you.
“go.”
he used the same tone as he did when commanding sidekicks— and it certainly commanded you. you sat on your side of the bed, watching him closely as he stalked over to the edge, keeping his eyes locked with yours as he took off his hero costume.
this was a new side of him you hadn’t seen before. with intimacy, it had always been free-flowing, and he was a gentle giant. nonetheless, the effect was the same. warmth and moisture consumed your core, against your will.
he grabbed your ankle firmly, pulling you to the edge of the bed. he stood between your legs, taking a look of your body laid out beneath him before leaning down to kiss you roughly again. your legs immediately moved to wrap around his waist, whimpering against his lips as his finger found your clit, circling the nerve brutally.
he pulled away to breathe, adjusting himself so his leaking cockhead pressed firmly against your opening, not pushing in just yet. he typically liked to take his time with you, but today had him in the mood for immediate relief— and you were not complaining.
“look.” he commanded, fisting a handful of your hair and forcing you to look down between your bodies to see where they connected. he held your head there as he began to push into you, the sopping walls of your pussy accepting him gracefully.
only did he let you put your head back down when he’d bottomed out inside you, leaving your mouth slightly agape and a deep arch in your back. he hooked both your ankles over his shoulders, then bent one of his legs and propped it onto the bed, keeping the other planted on the floor. he began to thrust into you, with a punishing but pleasurable snap of his hips. immediately, moans slipped off your tongue, your hands rushing to grip the sheets.
he may not have been fucking you fast, but he was sure as hell fucking you hard. and it felt so good.
then, he began to speed up, not only fucking you intensely, but quickly.
“sho— please— oh fuck,” you sputtered, turning into a mess over the covers. your pathetic whimpers filled the room, as your body grew to be newly and blissfully overwhelmed.
“s-slower, please— ngh—!” you whined, but he didn’t let up. the whines and whimpers continued, your hands desperately reaching for his as they held your thighs.
“stop— fuck,” he groaned, actively trying to hold himself back from finishing his sentence.
“stop,” thrust, “fucking,” thrust, “complaining.”
never had he ever verbally commanded you like that, but fuck if it didn’t make you hornier. so you obliged.
“you can handle it.” he reaffirmed. his pace and intensity were relentless, and part of you wished he came home upset more often. your body had never felt so electrified— not to say the sex before wasn’t good— but this was so foreign.
he leaned forward, making your legs push closer to you as well, pushing you to your limit. a hand left your thigh to cup your face, roughly and gently at the same time, and make you look at him.
he came right after you, filling your puffy pussy with his warm seed. in short, it was the most exhilarating sex you’d ever had.
“sorry. was i too rough?” he said, his eyes flashing with concern. you shook your head, smiling and taking your legs off his shoulders to wrap around his waist.
╰ 18+ MDNI. its okay if you can’t handle it, hawks will talk you (both) through it!
keigo’s folding you as if he believes your body is malleable.
cock head hammering in and out of your greedy cunt, contorting the gushy walls inside that pretty lil’ womb he calls home, shaft snuggly squeezing throughout each little crevice it can find, stretching you wide open.
every last inch of skin is practically covered in him. dry trails of spit lingering on your clammy flesh, deep plum bruises blooming in the imprints of his teeth, the countless hours of devotion on your body claiming you for the world to see slowly yet surely leaving you deliriously slurring for more, drooling mouth pleading for his cock.
when he first entered you, it wasn’t gentle. thick tawny hands push, push, pushing! your thighs snug into your chest, tits smushed into shaky knees with skin sticking together as he folded you into the most ferociously intimate mating press of your life.
you had no time to breathe, the sheer circumstance of his fat cock tearing your poor pussy to shreds, the burn so deep in your tummy it churned, butterflies aimlessly swirlin’ around your abdomen.
and when he started to pick up his pace? you couldn’t bear it anymore, the feeling of his hips slapping into your ass each time his cock collided with your cervix had you seeing stars, drooling lips begging for him to stop.
“keigo! please slow down…” you’re trailing, whimpering when his cock pulsates in your cunt, hips gyrating into you, blond happy trial poking out between your thighs.
pelvis on pelvis, his presses into your clit just right, leaving your mouth gaping, mewls slipping from your exhausted throat. “oh, like this?” keigo’s questioning, tongue swiping against his lips, leering down at you with a look of false confusion, smiling when you meet his gaze.
“yeah—”
“—yeah, noooo. i think this would feel wayyyy better,” he abruptly cuts you off, reeling his hips far enough his tip almost slips out of you, and slamming right back in, this time humpin’ against you with the deepest strokes he’s ever given you, loudly giggling when he’s pressing you silly down into the mattress.
“not like this!” you’re screaming, gripping his wrists to push him away even though he’s far stronger than you especially in your current state, feeling the top of your head begin to gently hit the wooden headboard, “keigo! mmpfh—i can’t!”
“come on angel, don’t tell me you can’t.” keigo’s girthy cockhead smooches snuggly against your g-spot, sloppily making out with your syrupy cunt, filing your belly with his crimson-red tip, cute beads of pre mixing inside your sticky pussy.
sighing when he feels you clench around his cock, he can’t help but push his teasing further, fingertips grabbing ur chin to look back into his golden irises, “kept going on and on about how much you wanted this, now you’re saying you can’t take it?”
“always fuck ya deep, don’t i? here—let’s see,” he smirks, the same hand against your chin traveling down, down, down, until it’s resting beneath your navel, pressing hard into the flesh, feeling his cock through your flesh, “there we go, how’s that for deep?”
you both moan in unison, the pressure perfectly pushing your cunt down on his cock, the pleasure so suffocating you feel your eyes roll back into your skull, mouth slurring. “keigo!”
he keeps his hand there, biceps tensing as he holds himself up, cock drilling into your pussy, “you got it, lemme take care of my girls, yeah?”
“no! no, i can’t!” choking, you can barely get a word in, the violent attack on your pussy causing your eyes to roll backwards, toes curling.
“you can’t? i think you caaan—looks like you can,” he’s slurring, head dipping backwards to stare at his cock stuffing you full like he’s checking for a problem under the hood of a car, shrugging when there isn’t one, “so why can’t you?”
“too muchhhh—you gotta stop!”
“aww, my poor baby,” he grins, cockily dipping his head to the side and pouting, “you really wanna stop?”
deliriously nodding your fucked out head, he’s instantly stopping, pulling his cock completely out of your tight pussy. winching at the loss of contact, your eyes widen in horror, clammy hands grabbing at his chest to pull him close. “w-wait—fuck! no, no, no! please don’t stop kei—”
“—who said ‘m stopping?” two skilled digits prod at the silkened flesh of your stretched pussy lips, thoroughly pressin’ into the neglected nub between them.
massaging your clit with just enough pressure that your legs begin to spasm in place, he moves around the flesh like he knows it—like he owns it, cockhead whimpering and dripping when he sees your empty hole clench around nothing.
“you—go faster.” feeling warm and fuzzy inside and like you’re going to cry out of both ends, you begin to beg, thrashing around the best you can, ass wriggling off the sheets.
“faster?” he shakes his head, fingers angrily pinching your clit in a silent warning to lay back down, only continuing to rub at your clit when you respond correctly. “nah, i think you’re gonna cum just like this.”
looking at him with a look that physically pains him, you push out your bottom lip, “l-like this? without you inside me?”
“hmmmm…” he ‘debates’ mouth moving from side to side, ignoring the feeling of his balls churching at the sight of your cute pleading, “actually—no, that’s a pretty good idea,” ripping his fingers away from toying with your pussy to stick his cock right back inside ya, leaving you breathless and silent as it rips you apart in one feverish thrust.
“fuuuuckkkk!”
“keep breathing pretty,” keigo’s humming, placing a soft kiss to your ankle, praises after praises lazily falling off his pink tongue. “doing soooo damn good f’me, love this pussy baby girl. fuckkk—can tell you’re close, relax for me? please?”
you’re so fucked out he’s sure you aren’t even listening to him until your narrowly relaxing your tight walls, letting him massage your g-spot with his thick cock just like you love it, fingertips finding that sweet spot between your lips again, rubbing it even slower than before. “there ya go, good fuckin’ girl.”
keigo always knows how to make you swoon, cheeky words going straight to your obedient cunt, the pleasure making you lose your goddamn mind—
“—mhm, gonna cum right now, aren’t you? let me feel it, soak me angel.”
“…right now?” nose twitching, pleasure suddenly lolls throughout your body, orgasm hitting you with a heart shaped arrow straight to the core, a silky purrrrr roaring from your chest. “oh—oh fuck!”
he’s fucking into you like a mad man, abusing your pussy like he hates it, cock meanly snapping into your cervix, fucking you through your dizzying high.
“keigo! slow downnnn—” slapping at his sculpted body, he doesn’t slow his feverish thrusts, words of praise turning into incoherent babbles as he throws his head back, muscles flexing, abs tensing.
so numb and fucked out you realize keigo is cumming inside of you. thick and sappy seed easily mixes with your extra sticky slick, the creamy concoction pouring right out of your gaping slit and down the mattress.
he looks back down at you, amber eyes looking black the way his pupils have blown up practically triple in size, “can’t-can’t with you lookin’ at me like that sweets.”
keigo doesn’t seem to notice his balls emptying just yet, too busy talking you… or more like himself through the high, teeth chattering, lips stuttering, “mmmm—give me another one real quick, please baby?
“seriously?” you’re asking, falling back down into the sheets, the thin cotton sticking to your shoulders as you shutter, keigo showing no signs of slowing down any time soon.
