Yes Please, Mommy! It's Been A While And I Read A Fic Earlier That Really Riled Me Up Abt Sonmophilia.

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Enjoy, Shane fans

Sleep in the heat (Alpha!Izuku x Omega!reader) // hurt/comfort//

tonight? I offer u a shitty little angst drabble i found. Tomorrow? who knows.

(In which Izuku is a shitty alpha nd his omega goes into a big bad omega depression) 

the title is a pup song dont @ me

Warnings: Angst but barely, hurt/comfort, omegaverse, Izuku crying

“Are you sure you can’t make it?” You did your best to keep your voice steady over the phone, you didn’t want Izuku to worry. 

“Work is just- it’s crazy right now baby, they need me here.” Tears welled in your eyes at that, and it was all you could do to murmur an ‘okay’ before you hung up. You got it, his work was important and all that, but it was your anniversary! You’d cooked his favourite meal and everything! The two of you had hardly been able to see each other lately, you’d just wanted this to be special. The tears spilt over your eyes when you glanced at the meal you’d made for nothing, and you were grabbing the bottle of wine and running to the spare room without a second thought. You didn’t want to think about Izuku, you didn’t want to think about anything anymore. You burrowed under the covers as quickly as you could, onlynletting yourself cry when you were completely immersed in them. You were probably being stupid, sure, but you’d barely seen him in months, and it had only gotten worse the last week. You hadn’t seen him at all since the day before yesterday, he’d been getting home when you were already asleep and leaving before you’d wake up. Was he avoiding you? What if there was someone else? That particular thought sent a knife through your heart. You were being ridiculous, right? Izuku would never do that, you’d been his mate for years. Unless he was getting bored of you? It would explain why he hadn’t been around better than anything else you could think of. 

Izuku knew something was wrong as soon as he got home, the house smelled like it had been doused in vinegar, and you weren’t anywhere to be seen. Dinner was still layed out on the table and the alpha couldn’t help but wince at the sight. He’d make it up to you! He just had to find you first…. 

“Y/n? Are you home?” His heart sank when you weren’t in the bedroom, or the bathroom, and Izuku had to follow the stench of vinegar to actually find which room you were in. Did you have a cold? Or some other kind of illness that was making your scent like this? Izukus heart sank when he opened the door and had to cover his nose to stop himself gagging. Something was definitely wrong. You were just a blanket covered lump on the bed, and izuku dropped his bag to the floor before he made his way over. You were restlessly dozing, and when izuku pulled the covers off you just whimpered and tried to pull them back. 

“Y/n?” His warbling tone made your eyes crack open, although they were too bleary to properly focus on your mate. Dread grew in his stomach as Izuku took in your form, your face was flushed, tears pooled in your eyes and shivers wracked you ever so often. Placing a hand on your head confirmed his worst fear, and your alpha was running to grab water bottles and supplies faster than he ever had. God how could he be so stupid? Tears flooded his own eyes as he rushed back, tossing everything down before he was stripping down to his underwear and crawling into the bed with you. Your skin was clammy despite the heat, and Izuku couldn’t help but whimper as he pulled you close, all but shredding your clothes in an attempt to touch as much of you as he could. You didn’t protest as he manuvered your body, you were just so tired, why wouldn’t he let you go back to sleep? 

“Hey, h-honey? I’m so-sorry, you’re gonna be okay now, okay? I-I’m not leaving until you’re better!” Your mates voice rushed over your head as your eyes drooped closed, Izukus heart almost stopping as he realised your sickness was so much further along than he thought. 

The frantic smell of mint and honey brought you back, and you opened your eyes to Izuku rushing to rub your wrist over his scent gland. You couldn’t smell anything but Izuku, it was like he was trying to cover everything up with his scent. 

“Zuku…?”  You barely whispered, but your mate was immediately by your side, rubbing his cheek against your scent gland until it was so sensitive it almost hurt. 

“Are you okay?” Drowsiness was giving way to concern, why was he acting like this? It only grew when Izuku started bawling and clutching onto you like his life depended on it. 

“I’m so so sorry! You must’ve felt so awful a-and I didn’t even n-notice I’m- such an awful m-mate! Kacchan would n-never let this hap-happen to his mate!” Your alpha was almost wailing at this point, but it was all you could do to stroke his hair and croon. It worked, thank god, Izuku slowly calmed down, small hiccups still leaving him as he maintained his death grip around you. 

“It’s okay, Izuku, I’m okay.”

Omg ikr like literally no of my friends understood this when I tried explaining it bc non of them watch op

Literally the same person.

Um... could I also request some canon Sebastian whump? Since it’s really only happened a couple times in the manga it’s so rare... 👉🏻👈🏻 I prefer Sebard ofc but if you want I’ll accept sebaciel since it’s so rare anyway.... tysm 🥺

So, as you will have noticed, this is more than three paragraphs long lol. I had fun with it!! I also kind of mixed in rivals to lovers, and some denial of feelings/pining.Thanks for the prompt 🖤

There were many things about Sebastian that irritated him. The way he did everything flawlessly, the effortlessness he did those things, his attitude. Cocky was one way to describe it. Despite all of that, Sebastian was built to draw people in, and Bard wasn't an exception. He quickly became entangled in it. A quick moment or two in the kitchen before Sebastian was off once again at the call of their master. It was about scratching an itch, nothing more. So he told himself.

When he saw the oncoming hail of bullets, watched as they hit Sebastian's body, blood pouring as he fell to the floor, Bard felt his stomach drop. He ran out from behind his cover, grabbing onto his lapels. Sebastian stayed unresponsive as he dragged him back as Mey Rin picked each man firing at them off. 

One by one they fell, and after all the cleaning was done, the manor looked as it did before. No attack on a noble, no damage to the estate. Bard sat guard next to Sebastian's shallow grave, taking a drag on a cigarette. Stupid bastard, risking his life like that. Cocky, arrogant, insufferable…

A gloved hand pushed its way out of the dirt, and soon, the rest of Sebastian followed. He shook himself off as Bard kept smoking, not bothering to look over.

Sebastian spoke, standing up and dusting off his suit. "I thought you'd be more startled."

"Because you're not human? I know." Bard said.

"You know?" Sebastian asked. There was a look of shock on his face, and something in Bard took joy in finally finding a way to surprise him.

"Yeah well I'm not an idiot." Bard said. "That's not the first time you've survived something you shouldn't."

"Mm. Well." Sebastian stepped closer, looming over the human. "Are you afraid?"

Bard scoffed, "No."

"Why not?"

"Do you want me to be?"

Bard looked up at him, defiant. Smirking in return, Sebastian answered truthfully, "No."

Sorry to bother you with my thoughts but i REALLY want to jerk a mouthy boy’s off in a locker room/public bathroom/changing room or anywhere semi public and having his shirt rolling up so he can bite on the hem of his own shirt to muffle his noises ya know 😐 your hand lazily stroking his cock as you tell him to be still (but you secretly love the way his shaky thighs trying to keep himself standing straight) and your hand that’s toying with his nipple move to wipe his falling tears 😐 i am thinking 😐 anyways can i be your regular anon dhdhdj

WARNINGS: nsfw, (18+) mdni. handjob, public sex, bodily fluids, bondage.

SUB!OIKAWA X DOM!READER

handjob in the locker room — headcanons.

AUTHOR’S NOTE: NO BC I’VE HAD OIKAWA BRAINROT FOR LIKE 2 WEEKS, SO BRAIN IMMEDIATELY GOES TO HIM!!1!2!2!2!

anyway, next time you come around, i’ll brainrot with you, but for now, here are some hcs/drabble thingies. 😎

SIDE NOTE: these r quick, and reader gets edged at the end HEHAHEHA

࿐ OIKAWA TŌRU — gym locker room;

“don’t fucking move, tōru.”

his drool was coating the fabric of his volleyball jersey, his whimpers muffled by it. heavy breaths echoed in the corner you two were standing in as he groaned, the wall of lockers barely shielding you from the entrance.

his arms were tied behind his back with your belt, the material digging into his wrists he pulled at it, arching his back, leaning his head against your shoulder.

as he stood, your arms looped through his, your chest pressed against back, and yours against the lockers.

your fingers dragged up and down his shaft, listening to his pretty moans as he bucked into your fist, watching as his hot pre-cum dripped onto the floor.

all the while, your other hand teased his nipples, pinching the sensitive bud between your index and thumb, gently rolling it, feeling him flinch in your arms.

you thought you could hear oikawa’s team asking where he was, if only his moans weren’t so damn loud.

the handle of the door clicked, and the sound of the creaking hinges startled you both. however, you still wanted to play.

“oikawa, are you in here? we’re ready to start practice.” one of his teammates asked, his voice booming throughout the — now — quiet room. other than the sticky sounds of tōru’s cum being used as lubricant for your hand.

leaning down, smiling as your lips grazed the crook of his neck, you parted them, grazing his pale skin with your teeth.

“be quiet, baby.. don’t wanna get caught in such an embarrassing position..” your low voice rumbles into his ear.

picking up the pace of your hand, you stroke his cock faster, rubbing circles into his tip as you did so. his thighs began to shake as he held his breath, face turning red as he squeezed his eyes shut.

his body involuntarily thrusted into the pressure of your tight fist, coaxing his orgasm to come faster. as he did so, a quick little whimper left his throat.

“or do you want to get caught? gonna cum while your friend’s in here, tōru? want him to see what a mess you are, watch you cum?” you coo, teasing him, but to your surprise, he nodded.

“what a dirty little whore you are..”

5/3/21

Alpha Nanami x Small Omega reader x Alpha Gojo

Normally, having two alphas surrounding you constantly would throw any omega off and have them running for the hills, but things felt natural with the three of you- your scents mixed in together so well, you all got along great too and when you were with them you felt safe, which is probably why you didn’t act surprised when your cheeks began warming around the two alphas, why you didn’t even bat an eye at the fact that you had the urge to have their scents on you and vice versa. you didn’t actually think they liked you back, you figured it was a fantasy- a far off dream. two alphas sharing one omega never usually worked out. 

so when they both arrived at your apartment, Gojo holding a blanket they had both scented, Nanami holding a large bouquet of roses, you were extremely shocked. Nanami stuttered for the first time ever when he announced that him and Gojo were interested in courting you. of course you accepted and ever since then you three had been living as mates. you guys shared everything now since you began living together.

a bedroom, credit cards, cars and for Nanami and Gojo that also meant you. 

They had prepped you all night fingers gently fingering your untouched asshole, stretching the ring of muscle as much as they could, adding more fingers until they felt you were ready, they slipped in a cute butt plug and left it in overnight in preparation for the next day. Nanami laid underneath you while you were on all fours on top of him. lube dribbled out of your ass as it clenched and unclenched in excitement, you heard Gojo curse under his breath at the sight, he gathered the lube up on his thumb and pressed it back inside your ass, back arching into his touch you gave him a small whimper of “please” before he lined the head of his cock up to your loosened asshole, he slowly pushed inside of you and you could feel your legs shake, clit throb from the foreign feeling. Once he was fully inside of you, his hand found your tummy and rubbed it gently, thumb running over the bulge his cock left your tummy.

“Fuck-..your little ass is taking me so well princess” He groaned, you could feel the large cock twitch inside of you. Nanami let out a sigh before lining his cock up with your cunt’s entrance, the hole dripping enough to leave a puddle of slick on the sheets underneath you, he slowly pushed his cock inside of you and you felt your eyes roll to the back of your head. you could feel the way the two men’s lengths rubbed against each other through the barrier that separated them. 

“So good, you’re doing so so well baby girl” Nanami whispered out, massaging your hips gently, waiting for you to give them the okay to begin moving. 

You gave a needy whine and they didn’t waste anymore time, their hips slowly began moving, creating a smooth rhythm, every time Nanami pulled out Gojo was thrusting in, the pleasure had their names falling out of your mouth repeatedly, you fell forward face landing on Nanami’s chest. Gojo’s hands gripped your waist and he began thrusting harder, you felt your abused rim burn deliciously when his cock pulled out, Nanami’s thrusts became faster, angling his hips he managed to hit that soft spot in your cunt that had your entire body shake in pleasure. 

“Hows your little cunt feel, hm? Nami’ fucking you up real good?” You heard Gojo ask with a particularly hard thrust, your only response was a long drawn out moan. 

“No one else would be able to take us, you’re so so amazing princess” Gojo groans, his thrusts becoming more sloppy, Nanami’s fingers find your clit rubbing the aching bud in circles, your head tosses back as your fingers run through the blondes hair pulling at the strands. 

“feels good!” you say, hips unsure of wether to grind backwards against Gojo or downwards against Nanami. you instead opt to raise your hips higher in the air as your orgasm wracks through your body, your cunt squeezes around Nanami causing him to let out a small moan of your name before you can feel the base of his cock swell with his knot. his hips halt their movements and you can feel the warm cum pour into your cunt, Gojo isn’t too far behind, hips slowing as he feels his knot inflate catching your rim. a hand is placed on your stomach and presses down against the bump in your belly. 

“fuck look at you princess, your little body gettin’ flooded with our cum, ‘s cute” Gojo said, hips desperate to keep moving despite the knot, you fully fell forward on Nanami, the blonde sitting up in a more comfortable position cradling you in his arms while Gojo massaged your back soothingly whispering how good you felt and how proud they are of you into your ear. 

— 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐤𝐲𝐮𝐮 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬 + 𝐛𝐢𝐠 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬.

characters: bokuto, daishou, goshiki, matsukawa, meian

a/n: *yelling like a hawker* big breeder balls! get your big breeder balls here!

content warnings for each character at the beginning of their respective section!

contains 18+ content. minors dni or i will cry.

— 𝐛𝐨𝐤𝐮𝐭𝐨.

cw: cumplay, multiple orgasms, daddy kink, princess (cunt) used once (1)

he's almost scared to let you touch his balls— they're so big, so heavy, so fucking sensitive

it all comes to a head one day when you find him curled up in bed, hand running feather-light over his balls as he sobs and twitches

the towel under his hips is nearly soaked through with the amount of cum that he's milked from himself, and you have to consciously prevent yourself from walking over and licking it all up

he's a little mortified that you've walked in to see him like this, but you soon show him just how much you love his fat balls, situating yourself between his thick thighs and lapping over his cum-covered skin

he loses track of how much he cums that night, but when he wakes up, he's shocked at how good it feels for his balls to be empty— he's dealt with the heavy fullness for so long that he didn't even realize how much it hurt until you helped him out

what he doesn't realize (and he quickly discovers) is that the relief only lasts for a couple of hours before his balls feel uncomfortably tight and achy again

what else can he do but ask his baby to help him out again?

the sensitive underside of bokuto's shaft drags against your nose, and you nearly pass out from arousal when a growl rips from his chest. you've always loved it when your daddy rides your face— his thighs make perfect earmuffs, his cock rests nice and heavy against your cheek, and his balls are so nice to suck on. plus, you get to make your daddy feel good, and there's truly no better feeling in the world.

"fuck, princess— you're making daddy's balls feel so good, so good— take it, take it, take it—" bokuto humps your face, relentless in his pursuit of pleasure. "'m gonna cum again—!"

sure enough, his cum splatters across your face, adding to the mess that he'd made with his previous orgasms, and he bucks his hips weakly, drawing out his pleasure as long as he can. his thick thighs bracket your face, and the smell of his musk makes your eyes roll back in your head. he's dizzyingly hot as he drags his balls over your face and smears his cum all over your skin, and you think you could die happy like this.

his balls twitch once, twice, against the desperate laving of your tongue, and he groans, the sound rumbling through your body, before he pulls off. the whine you let out is mortifying—or it would be, if you were any less aroused.

"daddy, why'd you take them away?" you pout as he crawls off your face, and he grins, settling himself between your legs and licking a line of his own cum off your cheek. his big, rough hands spread you wide, and you're suddenly aware of how exposed you are, how filthy you look. the heated drag of his gaze over your drooling pussy doesn't help the slight sting of humiliation, but the way he teases the head of his leaking cock over your slit makes your brain shudder and shut down, all worries forgotten in favor of focusing on how good the tip of his fat cock feels between your lips.

"i had to save some cum for my sweet little princess cunt, didn't i?" he pushes in, and you're lost to the delicious, overwhelming stretch of his cock against your plush walls. "after all, what kind of daddy would i be if i didn't breed you full?"

— 𝐝𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮.

cw: cockwarming, slight consensual somnophilia, cumplay, daddy kink

he likes it when you keep his balls warm his your mouth, especially when his cock is soft

he just thinks it's so cute how your eyes go hazy and blissed-out as you mouth over his sensitive skin

the way you nuzzle against the undersize of his soft cock is even cuter, and needless to say, he doesn't stay soft for long

it becomes a weekend routine between the two of you, and he loves how casual it feels to put on some movie that you both love and push you between his thick thighs

sometimes, you'll fall asleep with his balls in your mouth, and he can't help but think you look absolutely beautiful, eyelids fluttering and face illuminated by the soft light of the television

he'll gently shake you awake as he cums all over your face— he can't resist how you blink up at him, all dazed and sleepy, as he coats your face in his thick, sticky seed

don't worry— he'll help you clean it up after, pulling you into his lap and licking your face clean even as his cock throbs inside of you

he'll cum again with the taste of his own cum on his tongue, his cock as deep inside you as he can get it

he always tells you that those are the best orgasms— nothing feels better to him than getting to breed his baby nice and full

"suguru?" you're aware of something heavy and warm falling out of your mouth at the words, and something inside of your mourns the loss even as you blink up at him, slightly disoriented. upon second glance, you realize that you've fallen asleep on his balls again, and you sigh, nuzzling your face back into his lap and letting his precum smear over your cheek.

"good morning, baby." daishou's hand pets gently over your hair, but his voice is strained as you take his balls back into your mouth where they belong. "or technically, good evening."

you're not too worried about the technicalities of time— not when his balls are so warm and full in your mouth, and his cock is so nice and heavy across your face— so you hum in response, eyes fluttering back closed at his choked groan. "mmmm."

it's nice. you don't have to worry about much when you're like this. all you need to focus on is maintaining the gentle suction around your boyfriend's balls and luxuriating in the deep, breathy groans that rumble through his chest.

"what a good pet," he murmurs. "hand?"

hand—? oh. you reach your hand up for him, and he laces your fingers together tightly as the sensitive underside of his cock drags against your skin, smearing his pre-cum over your cheek.

"fuck, that's it," he groans, his grip on your hand tightening. "wait—" his voice takes on a note of panic, but his free hand goes to the back of your head, forcing his twitching balls further into your mouth. "wait, please, don't wanna cum yet, baby, please—!"

you manage to pull off, but it's too late, and he cries out, his cock kicking as he spills all over your face. your free hand massages his balls on instinct, leaving his cock untouched, and he whimpers as you roll his sensitive sac between your fingers.

"you're so pretty when you cum, daddy." you nuzzle your head against his thigh and run a single finger over the sensitive skin of his sac, careful to keep his cum from staining his pants, "always so pretty, and it's all for me."

his muscles twitch under your gentle, teasing touch, and he hauls you up, manhandling you into his lap. he's still hard— you didn't expect anything less— and he laps at your face with his tongue as his cock splits you wide open, moaning at the taste of his own cum.

"yeah? you think daddy's pretty when he cums for you?" it would sound cocky if his eyes weren't glued to the place where his cock disappears inside of you. "i think we can arrange for that to happen again. let me breed you this time, baby. i promise i'll make more of those pretty faces that you like so much."

well... when he puts it like that, how can you resist?

— 𝐠𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐤𝐢.

cw: cumplay, multiple orgasms, brief explanation of the male refractory period

okay, first off— he's got the prettiest balls. they're so smooth and fat and round— nobody can blame you for needing them in your mouth or slapping against your skin as often as possible

he’s just so cute— even when he’s topping/domming you, he can’t help but cum nearly instantly inside of you

he just feels too good! it’s not his fault!

don’t worry though!! his balls are much too heavy and full to only cum once!!

he has no idea just how lovely his balls are- he thinks everyone needs to cum over and over and over again to get any sort of relief

he’ll beg you to squeeze him harder, to take him deeper, to milk him dry. all he wants is to finally stop aching, and his brain goes blanker and dumber with every orgasm until he's mindless and fucked-stupid over you

he gets addicted to sensation of cum dripping out of his cock, and he’ll go absolutely feral whenever he remembers the sheer bliss of his balls emptying inside of you

"i'm cumming—!" goshiki shudders over you, his hands digging into your hips. "fuuuuck."

already? sure enough, you can feel him spilling messily inside of you, painting your insides white. his cum feels nice as it coats your walls, but a part you can't help but be a little bit disappointed. goshiki isn't inexperienced by any means— he'd proved it with how he'd eaten you out earlier— and you had expected him to last a little longer than 2 minutes.

still, you tamp down your disappointment and kiss him gently, hoping he can't hear the resignation in your voice. at least you'd gotten off on his tongue earlier— that had been a really good orgasm, and the way he'd forced your thighs open to let him continue ravaging your cunt would stay in your mind forever.

"yeah? you like my tight little pussy? feels good, tsutomu— you really bred me nice and full." you wince— you've never heard less-convincing dirty talk in your life— but it's too late to change your tone now. you go to wriggle out from under him, but he stops you, a confused look on his face.

"where are you going? i haven't even made you cum yet!" still, he backs away, lets you go, his cock slipping out of your pussy. "i mean, if you don't want to keep going, i guess it's fine..."

it's ridiculous how cute this absolute giant of a man can be when he pouts, and he pulls you up off the bed and into his arms. he leans in close, letting you feel his breath against the shell of your ear. "...but i was really looking forward to feeling you cum around my cock."

"doesn't—? doesn't it hurt for guys to cum more than once?" you try desperately to keep your train of thought, but his voice in your ear combined with the feeling of his cum dripping out of your pussy distracts you, and you feel your brain go a little hazy. "don't wanna make you hurt, 'tomu."

"what kind of guys have you been sleeping with? can't cum more than once?" any aura of sex appeal he might have had disappears, and he looks at you, genuinely confused. "how are they satisfied with just one? i have to jack off at least three times before my balls stop aching, and even then, they're still super heavy!"

it's your turn to stare back at him, nonplussed. "tsutomu. people with penises typically have a refractory period of around 15 minutes, meaning they can't cum more than once every 15 minutes without feeling pretty intense overstimulation. from what i've heard, it can get really painful."

"...huh. that sounds disappointing." his still-hard cock bobs up and down once, as if agreeing, and your eyes lock on the bead of pre-cum that trails down his shaft.

"yeah, tell me about it. it sucked— wait, 'tomu—!" if you'd been paying any more attention, you wouldn't have missed the glint in his eye, but as it is, he takes you by surprise, and you squeak as he manhandles you back down on the bed, looming over you.

"i'm sorry that the men you slept with before were weak. let me make it up to you, baby." he ruts his cock against you, moaning in your ear. "'m not gonna stop until you're begging me to— gonna make sure i fill your empty little pussy just how you've always wanted. sound good?"

— 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐚𝐰𝐚.

cw: mating press, vibrators, daddy kink, bondage

he loves to use you like a little cumdump

when you both have days off, he’ll ease you into a mating press and tie you up just like that, making sure that the ropes are nice and comfy against your skin

he keeps a nice, vibrating plug inside of you while he works

when he's feeling a little tense, he'll push open the door to your bedroom and unplug you, only jerk off into your sweet, pulsing hole

he doesn't even give you the pleasure of feeling his thick cock stretching you out— he'll ease the tip into your pussy and fill you up just like that

you're just a little hole meant for carrying his cum, after all— you haven't earned the his cock, not yet

by the end of the day, though, his balls are still ridiculously heavy, and he'll finally, finally fuck you deep

his cum spills out of you with every thrust of his hips, but don't worry— after he milks his balls nice and empty, he'll finger all of the rest back into your pussy

he can't have you wasting any of his cum, after all

"you ready for another load, baby?" matsukawa's voice startles you out of your haze, and you just barely manage to focus your eyes on his pretty, smirking face. "your daddy's feeling real stressed— 'm really pent-up today."

the familiar schlick-schlick-schlick of his hand on his cock fills the room, blending with the buzz of the vibrator inside of you in a lewd symphony. you whine, overwhelmed and overstimulated but still so desperate.

he'd already cum inside of you at least four times in the past couple of hours, and while you loved the feeling of his cum spreading inside of you, it was wholly, completely unsatisfying. no matter how much you begged, he refused to fuck you, choosing to jerk off on your pussy and finger his cum back into you instead. you've been patient, you've been a good girl, but now— now, you've had enough, and you can't stop your outburst. "daddy, no!"

he raises a single eyebrow at you, letting go of his cock and turning down your vibrator. the resulting silence is deafening, and you're all too aware of how exposed you are. if he would just reach out and unplug you...

"no, baby? you don't want my cum?" he sighs, long and exaggerated, before going back to palming his cock. "and here i was about to fuck it into your ungrateful little cunt. i guess i'll just... let it go to waste."

true to his word, his hand speeds back up on his cock, and he groans, loud and showy. it's not a bluff— he's left you wet and wanting before— and you practically fall over yourself to apologize, your tone going frantic and panicked as you watch his cock drool precum.

"no, daddy, 'm sorry, 'm sorry, i didn't mean it— 'm sorry." to your horror, you can't stop the sobs from welling up in your throat, and your voice breaks as you plead with him. "daddy... i— i need you, i still feel so empty."

the way you're tied doesn't allow for much freedom of movement, but it's enough to let you spread your own pussy open with your fingers, exposing your creaming cunt to his heated gaze. "will you please fill me up again?"

that gets his attention, and his face softens even as he zeroes in on the way your walls flutter around the plug. "oh, sweetheart. all you had to do was ask."

— 𝐦𝐞𝐢𝐚𝐧.

cw: daddy kink, breeding kink, wet + messy, mommy kink, praise kink

he’s such a gentle daddy, but nothing- nothing- gets him worked up more than the thought of breeding you nice and full

he’ll keep a little pillow under your hips to make sure that his cum stays nice and deep inside of you- you always swear you can feel it dripping into your womb with how much he stuffs you

he won’t stop fucking you even after he cums once- he loves the mess that forms between your bodies as his cum overflows out of your cute little pussy

he especially loves when his cum drips down and coats his balls- he always fucks you hard enough that his balls slap against your skin, and feeling of his thick, sticky cum coating the both of you only makes everything more sensitive

for him, the messier he can get you, the better— it always makes his balls throb when he watches his cum spill out of you in a thick, creamy mess

the head of meian's cock stretches your poor, abused pussy wide open, and you cry out, already shaking from overstimulation. you've lost count of how many times meian's cum inside of you tonight— all you know is the dirty grind of his hips, the delicious drag of his cock against your fluttering walls. "daddy, daddy, 's too much, i can't—!"

"yes, you can, my love," he rumbles in your ear, balls slapping against your ass with every devastating thrust. "you're such a good girl for me— my cock's fuckin' melting in this tight pussy, shit."

the praise has you drooling under him, and you cling to his broad shoulders as he cums again, right up against the entrance to your cervix. your hand scrabbles across the bedsheets, searching for something, and meian chuckles, a little breathless, before guiding your hand down to feel how heavy his balls still are.

"is this what you wanted to check, princess? wanted to see if daddy's balls were empty?" he gently nudges your hand away before rocking into you again. "don't worry— daddy's still got plenty of cum left for that greedy little pussy."

it's too full— you're too full— but he doesn't stop, and his cum spills out of your pussy as he continues to grind the head of his cock right up against your cervix. you're physically unable to fit any more of his thick, potent seed inside, and he frowns slightly at the way his cum leaks out of you, creamy and messy, before he grabs a pillow and shoves it under your hips to help you keep it all inside.

"don't waste it, sweetheart. gonna breed you so good, gonna make you a mommy." he finally slows down, pulling out of you and spreading your pussy wide with his fingers, just to see how much cum he's fucked into you. "look at how messy this pussy is for daddy— can you feel my cum dripping right into your womb, baby?"

it's a nonsensical question, but just as you're about to tell him so, he shoves back into you roughly, quite literally fucking your thoughts out of your brain. "d-daddy—!"

his cum and your slick mix, coating your puffy clit, his aching balls, and running down your ass. it's absolutely filthy, and you love it.

"what is it, baby? what do you need?"

"breed me again! breed me, breed me, breed me," you nearly wail when he lifts up your legs and presses them close to your chest, letting him stretch you that much wider, fill you that much deeper.

"there she is— there's my good fuckin' girl. can't ever say no to you, not when you beg so pretty." your head buzzes, goes blank, as he captures your lips in an incongruously sweet kiss, and the lewd, wet slapping of his skin against yours begins to fill the room again.

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Convenient

Corpse Husband x Reader (Female)

Warnings: Swearing

Genre: FLUFF, RPF (Real Person Fic)

Summary: Following a long walk in the rain, Y/N is forced to borrow an attire from her boyfriend - more specifically, a hoodie of his -in order to avoid a cold. Little does she know that he’s been dying to see her wearing his clothes for the longest time. Imagine how flustered and happy he gets at the sight!

Requested by Anon. Hi lovely! Thank you so much for this ADORABLE request! I’m so sorry it has taken me so long to write and post it but I hope you enjoy it nevertheless if you’ve stuck around long enough to read it! Love, Vy ❤

“I’m basically one with my clothes out here! But don’t worry, take your time opening the door! I don’t mind or anything!“ This very yell comes about a second after my doorbell gets violated, ringing loudly and startling me out of my focused editing state. After almost a whole day of procrastination, I really didn’t need nor look forward to any distractions. Yet here’s one, standing and yelling outside my front door and I’m more than happy she’s here. See, I don’t want distractions as long as they’re not Y/N. She’s the only one who gets a pass - an all-access pass at that. That basically translates to: whatever I’m doing I’m willing to drop it for her. Or, to put it into modern terminology, I’m a simp. Damn, that’s such a ridiculous term.

“Cool it, I can only walk so quickly!“ The strides I make in effort of reaching the front door are long but slow and exaggerated, almost like a cartoon character, just so I could prolong Y/N’s agony of waiting. We call it Petty Olympics, our ‘Sorry-Not-Sorry‘ way of poking fun at each other and testing each other’s patience. All in good fun, allow me to specify that yet again.

At least it’s all in good fun until I see Y/N standing there, at my doorstep, soaked from head to toe. That’s when I feel guilt for taking so long to open the damn door - despite it being only like five seconds extra upmost - because, as it turns out, she really appears to be one with her clothes at the moment.

“Wow, you really did take your time, didn’t you?“ She shoves a wet plastic bag in my hands, a warmth and delicious smell emanating from it.

“Would’ve been faster had I known you were in such a shitty state.“ I can’t help but chuckle at the mess she looks right now - clothes stuck to her body, hair soaked and dripping on her shoulders and framing her face in what would be an unattractive way had I not been talking about Y/N. There’s never anything unattractive about her. Call me biased all you want, there just isn’t. I’m factually correct, don’t argue with me.

“First you take an eternity to open the door then you have the audacity to laugh at me, you’re really asking me to take that food and leave, aren’t you?“ She narrows her eyes at me, defying her own statement by pushing past me and walking into my apartment like she owns it. To be fair, she has partial ownership, that’s something we’ve agreed on by now.

“You really want to walk in the rain again?“ I tempt my luck by poking a stick at her like that but I believe it’ll be worth it.

She whirls around to glare at me, but it’s a soft glare. The type that’s hiding fits and fits of laughter behind it. “I could always call an Uber.” She barks back, lifting her chin cockily.

I can’t help but smirk at her over-exaggerated, “Babe, you and I both know how you’d never step foot in an Uber. Not after all those horror stories.”

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