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Can I request top male reader x bottom peter parker ( would prefer Tom's but fine with which one you choose)

Both of them being in a study group but no one shows up that day or a different reason to stay after school but both of them end up super bored until peter gets the idea of having his bf fuck him on campus

Thanks :)

Study buddies || Peter P.

𖤓Smut with Peter P. x male reader

𖤓Lolz, thanks for the request. I’m also in the process of making a master list (my first one :0) so when it’s done I hope you check it out and help me make corrections on it!

𖤓Enjoy ;)

Your shoes squeaked on the tiled school floor, carrying you quite fast through the halls as you were sure you were late for your study group. No one had texted or called you that you were late, but it was definitely past when they started.

Your chest heaved as you gasped for air, carrying books in your arm as you sprinted through the empty halls. You started to slow your run into a jog, all the way down to a walk as you could see the room's door. It was shut, a poster that had the group's name and purpose on it.

The group was some simple maths and technology study group that was hosted after school during the week. Though, you went, it wasn't very voluntary. Your boyfriend of 5 months -Peter Parker- had insisted you come with him to the group after school.

Though, you were reluctant to join and tried to make up excuses, Peter gave you his best puppy look, and you gave in, agreeing to go. He was so excited when you said yes, he was practically bursting with joy. Seeing your boyfriend all warm and bubbly always made your heart and stomach flutter.

Damn those puppy dog eyes. If he didn't use them all the time, you wouldn't be panicked that you were late to the after school group.

Your feet marched up to the heavy metal door, your eyes scanning over the poster. You scoff and grab the handle of the door, you twist and pull it open, your eyes closing and your mouth opening.

"I am sorry for being late I-"

You open your eyes to find the room empty. The door shuts as you walk further inside, scanning the room for any human life. You saw no one.

"Um, I was sure I was late...maybe it's cancelled for a later time?", you question yourself, not remembering anyone saying that it was. You set your heavy books on a desk and blow out a breath, finally catching your breath from running. You leaned on the desk with your hands, glancing around once more.

You stand up and stretch your back, deciding to walk around the room to see if there was a note or anything from anyone. You didn't want to text anyone, afraid of humiliation, so you were determined to find out what was going on by yourself.

Well, by yourself until Peter also bursts into the room, his brown eyes wide. They landed on you, his dramatic out of breath sxpression quickly twisting into a more confused one.

"Where is everyone?", he asks, the door shutting behind him as well. You shrug, opening a drawer on the teacher's desk, sifting through the items inside. Peter raises an eyebrow, walking over to the desk you set your books on, putting his on top of yours then turning and shuffling toward you.

"What are you looking for?"

"A note", you huff, shutting the drawer and opening one under it.

"What kind of note?", Peter nags.

"One that'll tell us why no one is here"

Peter pauses. "Have you texted-"

"No, and I don't want to", you quickly cut him off, angrily sighing and slamming the drawer shut. Peter placed a hand on your shoulder, making your head turn and look at him.

"I can text the group if you'd like, I'm sure there's an explanation for this", Peter offers. You shake your head and wave him off.

"No, it's fine, I'm sure they left something", you say. Peter shrugged and walked away from you and over to an empty desk next to the one that had your guys text books on it, resting his chin in the palm of his hand.

You continue to scramble around the room, going through every nook and crannie there was, trying to find even the smallest of writing, but you proceed to find nothing in the classroom.

"i'm serious, I can just text them if you don't want to", Peter insisted several times. You told him a stern 'no' every time, repeating that you'd find something eventually.

Well after an hour and a half of looking, you had still not found anything in the small room, you even started to look through drawers and cabinets that you had already gone through before.

Peter was reaching the point where he was bored and tempted to text the group without you knowing, but he suddenly had other plans.

"Peter, could you-"

You feel a pair of hands grab your waist, you turn to look and see it's Peter, a mischievous grin on his soft pink lips. You cock an eyebrow at him.

"Peter?"

"Yes?"

"Peter, what are you doing?", you ask.

Peter just smiled at you for a moment.

"I'm getting bored babe, I wanna do something fun", he whines, tugging at the belt loop on the back of your pants.

"Really? What do you wanna do besides study?", you ask sarcastically.

"I want you to rail me", he growls. Your cheeks turn a little pink.

"Ok, well it can wait after I find a note and we go home"

"But babe, you've been looking forever! I don't think we have it today because school's been out for almost 2 hours and no one else has shown up", Peter protests, pulling his hand to his hips. "We should just do it here, I'm sure everyone has gone home besides the janitor, and who cares about him?"

You look at Peter, actually considering the offer. But you then shake your head.

"No Pete, it can wait"

"But I'm bored, and staring at you makes me horny~", he cooed, pulling your butt into his crotch. You sigh.

"Fine", you give in.

Peter giggles evilly, quickly spinning you around and pulling your face to kiss his. You roll your eyes and then close them, slipping your hands around Peter's waist and swiftly pulling him off his feet, planting his butt on the teacher's desk in front of you.

You plant your hands on either side of Peter's thighs, holding you up as Peter entangles his fingers in your hair, massaging it roughly. You grunt into the kiss as he tugs and grips your hair, your dick getting harder by the second.

Peter's legs start to wrap themselves around your hips, pulling you even closer to him on the desk. You grunt again as your groin hits the edge of the desk, nice and hard and pushing against your pants. Peter clearly notices, pulling his face away from yours and glancing down at it.

Peter smirks. "Oh, did I do that?", he asks, being plyfully innocent.

"Yes you did, now you're going to fix it", you growl, smiling and kissing his soft jawline. He giggled and wrapped his arms around your neck.

"Ok~", he purred, hopping off the desk, taking your hand and leading you to an empty chair, sitting you in it, then himself on the floor.

"Oh hoho! Someone's hungry huh?"

Peter frantically nods, tugging at the hem of your pants, dragging them off your butt and down your thighs, his hands doing the same with your boxers soon after, letting your nice cock breathe. You smelled down at Peter.

"Fix it for me", you say.

Promptly to your command, Peter opened his palm and spat in it, moving it to your dick and starting to cover the head in his warm saliva. You humm, pleased.

After the tip of your now throbbing cock is plenty wet, Peter starts to move his hand up and down the throbbing sex organ, now giving you a hand job. You breathlessly chuckle and lean back in the chair, the air seeming hit all of a sudden.

Peter keeps a suspicious smirk on his face as his hand pumps your cock, his hand moving up and down on it while both your dick and his hand being cover in -not only- his saliva, but some of your precum that pearled at the tip of your needy dick. It altogether made wet squelching noises that filled the corner you two occupied.

"Oh Peter...your hand...it's so good", you coo through moans and grunts of pleasure. Peter chuckled.

"I can make it feel even better", Peter muttered before he removed his hand from your cock and replaced it with his mouth, his tongue immediately grazed the tip of your cock again, tasting the salty liquid that leaked from it.

You moan and throw your head back some, your fingers gripping the sides of the chair you sat on.

"Oh Peter I don't know how long I'll last like this", you pant, feeling your climax rising deep in your lower abdomen. Peter seemed to grin on your dick, sucking and bobbing his head harder and faster, his tongue working like magic to bring your orgasm closer and closer to the edge, your hips and legs going nuts, thrusting and twitching painfully.

“Oh fuck, I’m so close…Peter! S-Stop!”, you managed to huff out. With a confused but curious expression, Peter pulled away from your cock. You chuckle and grab a hold of your own cock, starting to jerk yourself. “Yeah just sit there and look all cute for me~”, you purr.

Peter sits back on his legs, hands out in front of him, making him look like a dog. His beautiful brown eyes innocently looked up at you. That sent you over the edge.

You jerked off and came all over Peter’s face, turning his slightly slobbered face into a cum and slobber covered mess.

You leaned back in your chair, your cock becoming flaccid. You gasp for breath and glance down at Peter, watching him lick the cum around his mouth, swallowing it happily. You chuckle and close your eyes momentarily.

“Don’t think you’re done babe, I’m about as hard as you were”, Peter bit his lip. You opens your eyes to see your boyfriend standing up off the ground and slowly unbutton his pants, his nicely shaped cock falling out.

Your limp dick soon turned hard again at the sight of your aroused boyfriend. You sit up and look at Peter.

“Alright, lean over the table there, face the window”, you instruct. Peter follows orders and leans over a chair-less table that sat in front of a window that had no people outside in front of it.

You lick your lips as you pull off Peter’s pants, revealing his nice, tight, puckered ass. You smile and spit some saliva onto your fingers, gently rubbing the rim to wet it. Peter shuddered, knuckles turning white as he gripped the table.

You smile as you but your cock head to his entrance, gently pushing in. Peter let’s put a groan as you enter him, his body reactively trying to pull away, but he can only move so far before he’s stuck where he was.

You end up slipping yourself the rest of the way in. Peter whimpered, his back arching a bit. You then took almost no time to lean your torso over his back and start to violently thrust in and out of him, your skins slapping together rhythmically.

Peter let out high pitched whimpers and moans as your cock hit all the right places every thrust. His face was up turned with pleasure, his tongue slightly lolled out of his mouth.

You gripped his nice, soft, brown hair and directed his head to look at the window. Faintly, both you and Peter could see the reflections of you fucking Peter into the table.

“This what you wanted? Is this was my little Peter wanted? My thick cock pounding his tight little ass?”

Through his body jerking to your pounding, he lightly nodded his head, his ass starting to push back on you.

“Oh you’re such a good little boy Peter~”, you growl, shoving your face in the nape of his neck. You remove your hand from his hair and slide it down to his hard dick, wrapping your hand around it and jerking him off.

Peter melted in your hands. His body jerked and twitched, moans, whimpers and cries of pleasure erupted from his mouth.

“Oh my god I’m gonna- Ahh!”

Peter’s eyes crossed and his tongue fell out of his mouth. His balls unloaded their cum into your hand, spilling onto the floor. His body locked up, muscles straining.

While in this state of stunned cuming, you were able to thrust a few more times, not only fucking Peter’s high off, but ejaculating into him as well.

Once you and Peter were finished, Peter collapsed onto the desk. Your heart fluttered and you giggle.

“Aw poor Petey is all tucker out. Sorry I didn’t have a condom love but you were so desperate for my meaty cock”, you purr into his ear. He breathlessly laughs and sits up on his hands, pushing himself into your chest.

You gently kiss the top of his head, pampering his body with your finger tips.

Then there was a knock on the classroom door.

“Any one in here?”, the Janitor called, twisting the door handle. You and Peter looked wide eyes at each other.

“Uh oh”

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𝙳𝙸𝚁𝙴𝙲𝚃𝙾𝚁𝚈

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𝚁𝚄𝙻𝙴𝚂

𝙼𝙰𝚂𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙻𝙸𝚂𝚃

𝙲𝚄𝚁𝚁𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙻𝚈 𝚆𝚁𝙸𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙵𝙾𝚁:

𝙼𝚢 𝙷𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝙰𝚌𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚊, 𝙰𝚟𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚛 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙻𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝙰𝚒𝚛 𝙱𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛, 𝙳𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚕𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝙲𝚛𝚢𝚋𝚊𝚋𝚢

(𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚌𝚔 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎)

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𝗛𝗔𝗦𝗛𝗧𝗔𝗚𝗦

𝗠𝗜𝗦𝗖𝗘𝗟𝗟𝗔𝗡𝗘𝗢𝗨𝗦

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𝙲𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝙻𝙸𝚂𝚃:

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𝘔𝘺 𝘏𝘦𝘳𝘰 𝘈𝘤𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘢 :

𝘒𝘢𝘵𝘴𝘶𝘬𝘪 𝘉𝘢𝘬𝘶𝘨𝘰𝘶, 𝘏𝘪𝘮𝘪𝘬𝘰 𝘛𝘰𝘨𝘢, 𝘚𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘰 𝘛𝘰𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘰𝘬𝘪, 𝘋𝘢𝘣𝘪, 𝘛𝘰𝘮𝘶𝘳𝘢 𝘚𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘬𝘪, 𝘖𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘬𝘰 𝘜𝘳𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘬𝘢, 𝘛𝘢𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪 𝘈𝘮𝘢𝘫𝘪𝘬𝘪

𝘈𝘷𝘢𝘵𝘢𝘳 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘓𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘈𝘪𝘳𝘣𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 :

𝘡𝘶𝘬𝘰, 𝘚𝘰𝘬𝘬𝘢, 𝘒𝘢𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘢

𝘋𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘭𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘊𝘳𝘺𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘺 :

𝘈𝘬𝘪𝘳𝘢 𝘍𝘶𝘥𝘰 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘙𝘺𝘰 𝘈𝘴𝘶𝘬𝘢

𝘏𝘢𝘪𝘬𝘺𝘶𝘶

𝘛𝘰𝘣𝘪𝘰 𝘒𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘺𝘢𝘮𝘢, 𝘒𝘦𝘪𝘫𝘪 𝘈𝘬𝘢𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘪, 𝘛𝘰𝘳𝘶 𝘖𝘪𝘬𝘢𝘸𝘢, 𝘒𝘦𝘯𝘮𝘢 𝘒𝘰𝘻𝘶𝘮𝘦

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𝘈𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘢𝘺 𝘴𝘦𝘦 :

𝘚𝘱𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘯: 𝘏𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘓𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘚𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦, 𝘋𝘦𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘪𝘵 𝘉𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘏𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘯, 𝘉𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘴, 𝘓𝘦𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘡𝘦𝘭𝘥𝘢 (𝘉𝘰𝘵𝘞) 𝘚𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘌𝘯𝘥

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Listed characters will likely change over time.

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Kenma Kozume x Top!Male Reader

Request: Reader getting aroused after seeing Kenma in a maid dress (I accidentally deleted the original request lmfao)

CW: Crossdressing and Sexual themes

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You hated your job.

Whether it was because of the customers, your coworkers, or the fact that you had to stand in place doing fuck all for hours on end. You hated it.

It always ended up in you spending your shifts drifting into a fantasy world of what it is you’d rather be doing instead.

Typically, that fantasy went somewhere along the lines of being cocooned under a duvet as you devoured the warmth that radiated from your boyfriends frail frame. You liked to think about the way your nose would tickle as he nuzzled his hair into your chest. Or the way he’d look so pretty sleeping with his lips slightly parted and his long eyelashes resting gently against his cheek.

There were no words that could properly describe the sense of delight you felt knowing that those dreams of yours would be a reality in merely a matter of minutes.

You pushed the apartment door open, not hesitating for a second to discard your shoes and work bag as you beelined towards your shared bedroom.

The door had been left slightly ajar, prompting you to weakly nudge it and peak through.

‘woah’ you exhaled to yourself, intensely eyeing Kenma as he timidly twirled his maids dress in front of the mirror.

It hung on his figure perfectly and fell high up on his thighs revealing a small amount of pale skin between the hem of his skirt and his knee socks.

It was but a few seconds before waves of heat began to travel south, pooling in the pit of your stomach.

You were damn near salivating just at the thought of how he’d look bent over a desk, dress hoisted up his back- leaving his plump ass in the open ready to be marked and bruised.

You thought about the way his pale skin would grow hot and red as tears dribbled from his lashes only to travel down his cheeks and meet at his chin where drool hung and dripped beneath him.

You could only endure the excitement bubbling inside your gut for so long before the urge to jump the boy became unbearable.

You moved away from the door frame and made your way towards Kenma. Rather quickly, Kenma took notice of your approaching figure, causing the boy to jump in place like a frightened cat.

“Have you ever heard of knocking!?” he whined out furrowing his eyebrows into a pout. He felt so vulnerable in that moment, and your lack of words surely wasnt helping.

You sauntered towards his small figure and tucked a strand of hair behind his ear. You then used that same hand to grab his chin, forcing his eyes to meet yours.

Kenma was unable to find any words, but the audible echo of his beating heart told you everything you needed to know.

“You’re so pretty baby...” you spoke just above a whisper while not so subtly eyeing him up and down. He looked away and shifted anxiously under your intense gaze.

“Do you like it?” Kenma muttered out

Pulling his torso impossibly closer to you, you whispered against the skin of his forehead;

“I love it darling...”

He visibly shivered as you spoke against his skin, but the ends of his lips curled upwards nonetheless.

“... now take it off”

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A/n: This shit sat in my drafts for months cause i didn’t like how short it was, and then i remembered i literally don’t care. So heres this...whatever it is.

#male reader #dom male reader #male reader smut #kenma x male reader #haikyuu!! #seme male reader #x male reader #male reader insert

[fungifaggot]

for top male reader: kenma + corruption kink and crying kink

for bottom male reader: kuroo + breeding kink, overstimulation and kitten kink

you can do both or either, it's up to you!

Thats right, cry

Fandom : Haikyuu

Character(s) : Kenma

Pronouns : He/him

Warnings : NSFW

Light Corruption, Crying, Virginity loss, Overstim, Praise, Cockwarming, Spit , eating out, light degrading, light feminisation

Petname : Babyboy, Good boy, Princess (kenma)

Petname : Sir (reader)

Notes: This was a throw back into writing I needed, I'll write the kuroo one aswell and tag you, thank you

You had been dating Kenma for six months, six months of making out and having a awkwardly excuse yourself to the bathroom to get off.

You understood he was a virgin, but all you wanted to do was fuck his tight hole and watch him squirm, moan and beg.

Youre six month anniversary came along and you went over to Kenmas apartment, he had ended his stream early and told you to come over.

You knew it wasn't going to be anything outside of the apartment but what you hadn't expected was to see kenma in lingerie panties and your hoodie.

"hey (y/n) happy anniversary"

He couldnt even look up, his eyes were trained to the floor and his hair was blocking his face, he was so nervous. It was actually hot how anxious he was.

"C'mere, you're such a good boy getting all dressed up for me"

He whined. Now that's cute, you're little innocent boyfriend had a thing for praise. You took his wrist and sat him on the couch.

"I dont wanna do everything straight away, i- uh saw this thing cockwarming, I think that's what it's called. I want to do that first"

This made sense the more he explained it, letting him get used to your size and the feeling and what not. You agreed because how could you say no to his face like that.

He was laying on his stomach on your legs, his legs wrapped around you, his ass on full display for you under the practically see through red lace.

Pulling aside the thin material, you could tell he was already so worked up, his dick twitching against you. He was so tight, it was as if he'd never even touched himself like that.

You felt your mouth water, so you spat onto his hole, watching as he writhed and gasped. He's so sensitive, it was tempting to just fuck him now, but you had to wait. Make it good for him, make him a cock needing whore.

Lifting his hips higher you traced his hole with your tongue, his small moans getting louder as you teased your tongue into his hole.

He was already shaking, you were practically holding all his weight. His legs were weak as you slowly fucked him on your tongue, he was writhing and moaning, it was barely coherent already, you dug your nails into his thighs and pushed yourself deeper into his hole.

He came with a shout, you kept going, only slowing down slightly as he caught his breath.

"Sir please, please give me more"

That made all six months of getting off in the bathroom worth it, hearing his quiet voice so broken as he begs after cumming just once, you couldn't deny him.

Letting his hips fall again, you circled a finger around his wet hole.

"Youre cunt is so needy for me babyboy, you want me"

Kenmas head dropped as he weakly pushed himself back onto you, you could see in the reflection on the TV he was biting his lip.

You pushed your finger in, ignoring the small curse and 'too much' you heard as you got down to your knuckle. You sat it still for a moment before slowly pulling in back to the tip and slapping it back into him.

He arched and shook, his mouth open in a silent scream as his eyes squeezed shut. His knuckles going white from his grip on your legs.

Working his hole with one finger, feeling him stretched enough, you teased a second one into him slowly.

He couldnt react, he could barely breath, gasps and choked moans are all he could make out. Small tears where falling down his cheeks, It was the best reaction, and from only two of your fingers.

Admittedly you were getting impatient, quickly making him take a third and then a fourth finger without much break. He was a mess, tears practically doubled, his legs trembling. His skin was toned pink from his blush and his lip was swollen and wet from biting into it to try and muffle his whines and shouts.

You pulled your fingers out, Kenmas hole gaping in response, begging for you to fill it again. He whined gently as you shifting him.

Turning him so his chest was pressed to yours, His ass hovering nicely over your cock. Wiping your thumb against his mouth he looked up at you.

His eyes were dark and his lashes were wet from tears. His cheeks were red and tear-stained. He was panting, trying to shift himself onto your cock despite you holding him up. His cock was hard, you're hoodie already stained with his cum.

You lowered him, pausing as he made it past the head. He was arching his back, cock twitching. He was so sensitive.

You hushed him slightly, mumbling small praises to him before you forced him down the rest of the way. He came with a shout, tears falling again, his jaw dropped and eyes rolled back.

You almost came from just the look on his face and how tight he was around you. You sat him there, letting him adjust, your hand squeezing his cock to avoid him cumming again so quickly.

He sat there, legs trembling, small whines falling from his lips every now and then. His grip on your shoulders was almost painful. He looked stunning. He looked like he belonged on your cock.

He shakily grabbed your wrist. Trying to move your hand. He wanted to cum again. He needed to cum with your cock in him.

"You want to cum princess?"

His eyes shot open, his hips moving involuntarily. He moaned and nodded, trying to move your hand again. You couldn't deny him. Not like this.

You moved your hand slowly, a slow almost teasing pace, letting your hand squeeze at the base of his cock.

He tightened around you, and came with a gasp, his hips stuttering as he did. That alone was enough to make you cum. His tight walls were too good to resist.

He moaned louder when you did. Loving the feeling of your cum inside him, he never wanted to forget it. He wanting you inside him as much as possible.

He loved the feeling of being this stretched around you, the cum dripping out of his hole and down your cock was something he needed.

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what are u romanticizing today u little homo

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Forgive Me, Father, For I Have Sinned

Pairing: Katsuki Bakugou x Top! Male Reader

-> Requested? Yes ✓ — No

warnings: dubcon, dumbification/mind break, breeding k. , master k. , sacrilege, creampie, cheating, exhibitionism, no prep, masochism, degradation.

notes: unedited. this is trash sorry💀

You're finally back in your hometown for summer break. It's been so long since you've last visited. Tickets were just too expensive for a broke college student like yourself. But, you've saved up enough money now. And god did you miss this place.

Nothing much has changed since you've last been. Not even the cathedral that you often visited as a child with your parents. Honestly, you're shocked it's still standing. That place has to be over two hundred years old now.

The interior is still as clean as you remember. Someone has to be doing this. Perhaps the old priest is still here; you wonder.

However, you're proven wrong as a much younger, unfamiliar man enters the hall dressed in white.

"Who are you?" You ask bluntly. He rolled his eyes. "The priest's son-in-law." Ah, he's the one who married Momo. Your mother has told you all about their tremendous wedding. You hum, not bothering to introduce yourself.

Well, that certainly pissed him off. He marched towards, not stopping until he's directly in front of you. He grabs you by the collar of your shirt; your faces only mere inches apart. "Who do you think you are?" He growls.

You carefully think about your answer before replying, "Your master." He blushes at the nickname but quickly turns away in hopes of you not noticing.

"We—we are in the house of God! How dare you say something like that." He backs away from you; his back hitting the cold walls behind him. "Were we not still in the 'house of God' when you just threatened me?" You tease, slamming your hands on either side of the wall. Successfully trapping him between you.

No response.

You hum, trailing your hands up and down his body. Slowly undressing him while sucking on his collarbone until there's a beautiful bruise. He whines when you reach his crotch—palming it through his underwear. "I, m-my wife—" You interrupt him by pulling his underwear down, freeing his pathetic cock, and displaying his ass.

"Your wife's loose cunt can't satisfy you the way I can." You spat on his cock before you started stroking it. Edging him on until he eventually came on your hand. "See? With your wife, you probably wouldn't have cum until the third round." He moans.

In one swift movement, you turn him around. Admiring how tight his hole looked. He has never done anal before. How cute. You're going to take his ass virginity.

"Ah- f-fuck, stop~ That hurts." He cries, his ass tightening around your cock as you forcefully pushed it in. You ignore him, noticing the way he was leaking pre-cum. He enjoyed the pain. The little slut was a masochist.

"Master's going to breed you, 'kay?" You whispered in his ear. Proceeding to thrust into him—not even concerned about whether or not he had adjusted to your size.

And so his beautiful torture had begun.

Every thrust hit his prostate. Eliciting loud moans from him. He lost count of how many times he came and how many times you came inside of his ass. But he knew it had to be a lot. Each time you pulled out more and more cum would leak out of his gaping hole.

F-fuck he loved it.

His mind was foggy. All he could think about was just your cock! The way it felt inside him, the veins on it, and how it twitches right before you came. Forget serving God, he wanted to serve you! That's his purpose in life—or so he would like to believe. It just made sense to him.

Eventually, you pulled out. Sitting back and admiring how fucked out he looked. The way your cum was gushing out of his hole. Then it struck you. You know who he is but what was his name?

"What's your name again?" You asked.

"B-Ba...baku...bakugou~"

Bakugou. You repeated in your head. Well Bakugou, summer isn't going to be very boring this year.

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dominance!

-katsuki claims to be the dominant one in your relationship, so you teach him a lesson. CHARACTERS ARE 18+!!!

warnings: NSFW, spanking, degrading, curse words(its bakugou), slight feminization, dacryphilia

it started off with a simple question.

“so, who’s the dominate one in your relationship?”

you knew mina was just joking, but bakugou was still quick to make sure everyone knew that he held the reigns. that would’ve been just fine, except he didn’t actually have any control at all.

“pinky, you think shit for brains here could top me?”

he put on his proud face, but he couldn’t look you in the eye. “katsuki, we’re leaving.”

he made a few grunts of disapproval but followed after you nonetheless. “oi, where the fuck are we going?”

“apparently you’re the dominant one, correct?”

you could see him tense behind you. he didn’t answer you, and he walked a little faster. he didn’t like walking behind you, especially since you could turn around and see his face anytime.

“i want you to show me, since you don’t think i could top you.”

katsuki’s eyes widened as he whipped around to face you. “what the hell are you gonna make me do y/n?”

“nothing sweetheart, you’ll have the control. you’re the dominant one remember?”

he turned back around to hide the evident redness on his face. he was embarrassed, this was good. this was your plan.

when you both got to the dorms, katsuki was quick to bolt to your room. you trailed behind him as you always did. when you entered your room, katsuki was taking off his tie. “are you gonna strip?” he was staring at you while he unbuttoned his shirt. the erection you had just thinking about what you were gonna do to him was painful.

“is that what you want me to do?”

you could see the moment it hit him that he was in control. his eyes widened, and his mouth fell open slightly. his fingers stopped undoing his belt. “yeah, strip for me.” his smirk was back as he sat back on your bed, fingers going back to undo his belt.

you started off slow, taking your time. you took off your tie first, then slowly undoing every button on your shirt. you let your shirt hang open while you took off your belt. you held eye contact with katsuki who was palming his dick through his boxers. he was enjoying this. not for long. you took off the rest of your clothes while katsuki made his way over to you. as if it was second nature he got on his knees. “god your such a trained little slut aren’t ya’, gettin on your knees as soon as you see my cock hm?” katsuki’s face reddened while he nodded his head quickly.

“oh but katsuki, you’re the dominant one remember? your supposed to call the shots, so why are you already trying to shove my cock down your throat?”

katsuki whimpered below you, “i don’t wanna be in control, just want your cock, please?”

“that’s not what you said to mina is it? you said ‘you think shit for brains could top me?’ so why are you begging for me?”

bakugou stood up, bringing you into a sloppy kiss. dragging you to his lap as he sat on the bed. he pushed your head to his chest as if he was expecting you to suck on his tits. “katsuki, do you want something?” he just nodded and pushed you closer.

“you gotta tell me if you want it.” he inhaled slowly.

“please, y/n, make me feel good” you took one of his perky nipples into your mouth, playing with the other one. katsuki whined while he pulled on your hair. your right hand was trailing his thighs. you slightly bit down on his right nipple, just enough to leave a mark. katsuki was whining your name as if it was the only word in his vocabulary. you kept sucking and licking around his chest.

“i need you y/n, please.”

you stopped what you were doing. “what do you want me to do?”

“don’t make me say it.”

“how am i supposed to know what you want? you’re supposed to be the dominant one, make me do it.” he stared at you, he looked like he was about to cry. he bit his lip.

“i don’t want to.” he didn’t want to? you just laughed.

“then i guess i can’t help you.” he furrowed his eyebrows. you stared at him, inspecting every inch of his body. his face was already messy. he had drool on the side of his mouth, his eyes were glossed over with tears, and his cheeks were reddened from embarrassment. his hair was disheveled, his chest had marks all over it. there was a bite mark around his right nipple. there were bruises on his thighs from the last time you had sex. his cock was very noticeable in his boxers. he looked so pretty.

“wha- what do you mean, y/n?” the tears in his eyes were so close to spilling over, just a little more.

“if you can’t make me, i can’t help you.” there it is, you watched as katsuki’s bottom lip poked out. his eyes became too heavy from the tears. they started spilling down his cheeks. he looked so pitiful. crying so hard from not getting what he wants. the sight of him sobbing almost made your cock even harder. fuck, he’s so pretty.

“p-please y/n, i can’t.”

“can’t what katsuki?” he whimpered.

“i’m not dominant, please, i can’t.” you pulled him close to your face, kissing away his tears.

“want me to help you, pretty boy?” he nodded his head quickly, hiding his face in your neck. “well first, i have to punish you for lying.” he cried harder at your words. you pulled his head back to look at him.

“you gonna be a good boy f’me hm?” he quickly agreed. you got up to get the box from under your bed. you came back and pushed katsuki close to the headboard.

“hold your arms up.” he raised his arms above his head, and you tied his wrist together. you lowered yourself to his waist and sucked hickeys down to his hip. you slapped his thighs softly while he whined.

“please, i need it.”

“need what?” he was still crying, and this only made him whimper even more. his face was so red, he looked so cute like that.

“please, y/n, fuck me.” he tried to turn his head in attempt to hide his face, but you grabbed his face to make him look at you.

“why don’t you beg for it?”

“please, need it so bad.”

“come on you can do better than that.” you slapped his thigh again.

“p-please i wanna feel your cock in me, need your cum, y/n.” you smirked.

“yeah? need me inside you real bad? want my cum to drip outta ya’?”

“yes, please, i want you.” you slapped his thigh one more time before removing your boxers.

“open wide for me pretty boy.” katsuki opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue. you slapped the side of his cheek with your cock, before rubbing his tongue with the tip. he whimpered as you slowly pushed in. you grabbed the back of his head as you guided him up and down your cock.

“that’s it, just like that. such a good little slut f’me, takin my cock so well down that pretty little throat of yours.” he moaned around your cock. you were fucking his throat so well. he felt like he was gonna cum just from this. the tip of your cock was rubbing against the back of his throat, he cried and choked around it.

“doin’ so well baby, my good little whore.” your pace got rougher as you chased your high. you shoved your cock all the way in katsuki’s throat. his nose brushing against you. you came in his mouth, and took your cock out of his throat. he opened wide to show you your cum. you leaned over and held his mouth open to spit in it. katsuki moaned when you closed his mouth.

“swallow that f’me.” and he did. and he showed you after to see how good he was. he was such a good little slut, and he wanted to prove it. he was practically twitching under you, waiting to be touched. you pulled off his boxers, and his erection stood proudly. you wrapped your hand around him and stroked slowly. too slowly for katsuki’s liking. he whined and bucked his hips in your hand.

you took your hand away from him, despite his whimpers of protest. “you’re so needy baby, thought you were gonna be good for me?”

“no, please, i’ll be good i’m sorry y/n” you got the lube from your box and put a generous amount on your fingers.

“turn around for me.” katsuki turned onto his hands and knees. you put some of the lube onto his hole and circled one of your fingers around him. when you did finally push in, katsuki sighed in relief. you fucked him with one finger, and when you decided he was ready, you put in a second. he moaned, clenching around your fingers. he shoved his face into the pillow to hide his moans.

“let me hear you, baby.” he just whined and turned his face to the side, away from the pillow.

“good boy.” you slapped his ass. he moaned as he cried. you could feel him clamping down onto you fingers, about to cum. you pulled them out and he whined, wanting more.

“be patient mkay?” he just nodded and cried. you tried to reach for a condom but katsuki stopped you.

“wanna feel you, please?” he looked desperate.

“yeah? you want my cum?” he was too embarrassed to answer so he just pushed his hips back against you, trying to feel your cock. you poured a hefty amount of lube onto your cock, lining up with his hole.

“try not to make too much noise, yeah?” before he could answer you pushed in. the tip of your cock was buried in his ass. and as you knew he would, katsuki was crying on your cock. everyone knew katsuki bakugou was loud, but he was so much louder getting fucked by you. you were almost positive everyone in the dorms could hear him.

“look at you, takin my cock so well. such a good little cocksleeve.” you flipped him over so he was facing you.

“see, right here,” you placed his hand on the bulge in his stomach, “m’right here. you feel me, pretty boy?” he was babbling nonsense, crying so hard. he was already so fucked out.

“too much, y/n, please.” you just fucked into him even harder. your hips snapped against his ass so brutally. you were trying to break him. his tongue lolled out of his mouth.

“so big. i can’t take it, y/n.” you shoved your fingers into his mouth.

“can’t take it? aw baby, but your takin me so well. you begged for this, remember?” you fucked him harder. he couldn’t say anything, he just cried.

“so pretty baby. my pretty boy.” you kissed up and down his neck. your thrust started to get sloppy. you wrapped your hand around his cock and smeared the precum, jerking him off.

“yer’ pussy’s so wet f’m, isn’t it? love getting fucked by me hm?” you could feel him clench down on you, he was so close.

“l-love it s’much y/n. my pussy’s all wet for y-you, just for you.” with a few more thrust he came hard on your chest. he got it all on his pretty face. you leaned down to lick it up.

“please, cum inside me. want you to fill me up, y/n” you shoved your cock as deep as you could, filling him so full. there was so much, too much. he felt like he was gonna pop.

when you pulled out, your cum spilled onto the sheets. you took your fingers and pushed it back in.

“did so good f’me, my good little slut.” katsuki was breathing heavily. his chest rising and falling so quick. you kissed his forehead, and when you pulled back he was passed out. you cleaned him and yourself up and laid down with him, eventually falling asleep.

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Hey I love your writing, I don’t know if you’re still active but if you are do you think you’ll ever do another Peter Parker story? Your last one is one of my all time favourites <3

definitely not as active as i should be, but i’m still here and i’ll fs be doing more with peter parker

+ real glad you liked my last story, means a lot to hear :’)

#answer #anon

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Heart for you <3

<3

#answer #ethanharli

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When I say that you wrote for seraph of the end I Immediately followed you 😙

The lack of content for Seraph of the end honestly hurts bruh

also thank you

#answer #seraph of the end

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boobs are squish

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NEVER LETTING A BITCH THAT AINT ME CUT MY HAIR EVER AGAIN.

#homicidal #personal

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jealousy? don’t know her | Oikawa Tooru x Male!Reader

General information:

Oikawa Tooru x Male!Reader

warning(s): none reader info: the reader will go by he/him/his pronouns. the reader is a year older than tooru and attends university. word count: 3100+ other info: a request from an anon! i hope you like it, even if it took me ages i’m really sorry…

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Oikawa Tooru was stressing.

A blur of endless possibilities and scenarios were circling around in his mind – hindering every reasonable thought that was trying to calm him down.

‘What ifs’, ‘ifs’ and ‘what happens’ questions were gathering in piles, sorted into possible scenarios Tooru imagined in near futures, distant futures and different universes. His mind felt on the verge of collapsing just by the mere sight in front of him and the calm, analysing and critical mask he always wore slipped through his fingers like sand.

His heart rate sped up the moment he felt his façade crumble and in pure rage, everything flashed red before his eyes. Knuckles creaked as he formed fists, and the warm metal filling his mouth snapped him out of the aggression and back to the present where he was standing no more than 7 meters from his boyfriend.

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Okay! You said you would prefer if the last slot was a villian? U-Uh maybe something with dabi or shigaraki, something soft cause they deserve soft things :o

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☽✧𝕊𝕖𝕝𝕗-𝕔𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝔻𝕒𝕓𝕚✧☾

Note: This is short but soft sweet. I also want to note that I don’t write for Shigaraki, sadly. I might try writing for him later though.

Warnings: Like one swear word, manga spoilers, so so soft

Keys: Fluff, gender neutral reader, some parts are written out, and others’ are bullet points.

Soft Dabi make my head go brrrrr

He doesn’t get the point of self-care

He’s a villain?? Why would he care if he’s healthy??

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“Okay, fine,” you turned to him. “Maybe you don’t care about yourself, but I do.”

His expression was hard to read as he stared at you. He was aware that you cared about him, but seeing you go out of your way to show it made him weak in the knees.

You started to head to your living room. “I also got hair dye for you because I can see your roots” you smiled before you left.

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Because he doesn’t get the appeal, he lets you do whatever you want to him.

Just be careful with his scars. He trusts you enough to put stuff on them.

I researched, and I think using moisturizers with light pressure can help stop burn scars from getting sensitive.

If you give him cucumbers to put on his eyes, this asshole is eating them. I’m sorry-

The only thing that he asks is that you put everything on him. 

He’s touch starved, okay? He loves feeling your hands on his face.

You’ll be rubbing some detox stuff on his forehead or something. You’re ranting about your day, and he’s hooked.

Omg, don’t get me started when you put the hair dye on him.

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Dabi sat on a stool pulled from the kitchen counter. An old towel was draped over his shoulders to prevent any stains on his skin. Your gloved hands massaged his scalp as you moved the dye to cover his roots.

You looked to see his reflection in the bathroom mirror. His eyelids were closed, and he was breathing deeply. He was relaxed.

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If you also dye your hair, he’ll help out with putting it in.

Paint his nails, please-

Probably black or a blue to go with his flames.

OR if you know how to do nail art, black with blue flames 👀

Once you’ve gotten through all of your skincare products, you two would change into something more comfortable.

You guys get taken out, and while you wait, Dabi offers to slow dance with him.

This is too soft k bye-

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#heartfelt cries #inbox