erm what if graves with a voice kink
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(gn!reader, mdni 18+)
hey! HEY GET BACK HERE *grabs ur ankles n drags u back* don't be playin with me like that bc it's tru, but especially the opposite
graves who loves the sound of your voice when you're trying to keep your cool around him. it really gets him going to see what he can do to you. so his accent gets thicker, makes sure to play up his words around you a little more because that twang is what gets 'em weak in the knees he always says.
"how ya doin' there, toots?" he grins at you while pressed up against you. you're whining into his chest as he plunges his cock in you a little deeper. he loves those sounds, wants more of it. you shift from how heavy his hips are against yours, grip tightly at his hands that pin yours over your head. "c'mon, words. speak to me."
"you're stretchin' me, phil... feel so full," you slur out. the neediness in your voice makes his cock throb inside of you. he groans and tightens his fingers around yours.
"keep talkin' to me. then i'll give you what you want. promise," he grits out. he grinds into you again and that rumbly growl sends shivers down your spine. and the way he commands you to tell him how good he feels inside you? got you clenching around him and bucking your hips so you can egg him on to give you more. you want him to fuck you so bad.
"please, need your cock."
he chuckles darkly. "you already got it in ya, don't you?"
"not enough, and you know it!" you huff. god, did i say he loves the neediness in your voice. he grunts, grinding into you just a little bit to appease you for the time being. but it's not what you want. you need him to start ramming his dick into you instead of just barely grinding at that spot he knows you like.
"not enough?" he taunts with one hard thrust. you yelp as you're jostled up once and then he goes back to that fucking grinding against you. that sinful rotation of his hips. "c'mon now, you know i'm enough. feel that? huh?"
he gets a little meaner, fucking into you one, two, three more times with that slow teasing in between. you try to double back and he smirks at your pathetic moans and pleas. because as much as he loves your begging, he loves that attitude more. because it makes it so much for fun for him to fuck it right out of you.
"please! need you so bad, m'sorry."
"yea? you're sorry, huh? weren't you just saying my cock's not enough?" he grins and starts pulling his hips back. "so do you even really need it at all?"
you cry out, lock your legs around his hips, and drive your heels into his back so he can fill you up again. he laughs because he knows he's got you. "no, no! i need you so bad. fuck me please. can't cum without you."
"damn right you can't," he says and starts plowing into you. his hips land on you so heavily and the air gets knocked right out of your lungs from his brutal thrusts. "whose cock is making you feel so good?"
you claw your nails into his wrists and he lets up so he can brace himself a little higher over you. that way he has more leverage to properly fuck into you. you start clawing your nails down his back and groan out his name.
"what's that? louder, baby, c'mon! whose cock makes you feel like this!" he orders you to tell him like he would his men. he sneers when he looks down at where his cock plunges in and out, it glistening with your slick and some of his precum.
"you! it's you, phil. your cock is so good," you pant as he drives his hips in a little faster.
"yeah? keep sayin' my name, baby. whose cock is it that's gonna make you cum?"
your legs twitch when he hits you at the right angle. he shifts on his knees to start hitting at angle more. "gah, s'your cock. only you can make me cum. make me cum, make me cum, please phil."
"i gotcha, baby. hold tight," he groans out. can't last much longer the way you scream his name out so beautifully. he could listen to your moans forever. your whining, your begging, your pleading. even a lil bit of tude gets his dick so hard.
and when you scream out his name again and grip at his forearms by your head? he's a man determined to hear that last note, that final sigh you make when you finally cum. s'music to his fuckin' ears.
"m'gonna cum," you hiss out.
"yea you are. cum on my cock, baby. let me hear those sweet moans of yours."
that's what does you over. the way his accent gets even thicker and he slurs his words together. you clench down on him and arch your hips into his so his thrusts are a little shallower. and as predicted, it's that long whine that does him in. he fucks you through the rest of your orgasm while in the cusp of his.
"mmh, you gonna fill me up, phil?" he groans and bites your shoulder when you ask him. makes him hump you a little faster. it's right there and you both know it, and you keep pushing him over the edge. "wanna feel you cum in me. give it to me. pump me full."
"damn, baby. you're filthy," he bites out and grinds his hips just a little more until you feel the twitching of his cock. he keeps up the grinding even while he drains all of his cum into you. makes his dick push in the cum a little deeper.
the two of you catch your breath against each other. you smooth your palms against his back and feel the little welts of skin from where you've marked him up. you know that's gonna leave some nasty marks that he'll love.
he starts pulling out and hisses at the sensitivity of his cock still buried in you, plunges back in just a little to let him rest a little longer.
"god, you make me feel so full," you wiggle your hips against his. it makes some of the cum drip out of you and his eyes harden at the rasp in your voice.
"i do, baby. don't i?" he grins. oh you've awakened something and you whine when he digs his hips back in deep. you've made it a lot worse. "you want me to pump another one in you? make you feel fuller? just say the word."
he positions himself to start pumping into you again. you feel your core throb at the thought of him doing more. and you know just how to make him give it to you.
"yes please."
oh, he also loooves when you use your pleases and thank yous. but just wait until he gets you to a state where you can't speak coherently anymore.
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Miggi please share with the class about krampus bakugou
He’s mean and scary and massive🥺 with big ram horns on his head and dressed in lots of fur, rusted bells and chains that make a chilling scratchy sound when it all clinks together as he walks.
But he’s not all horrible. You come along asking him for directions- a lost and cute little reindeer on your way to your first day working for Santa- a little too oblivious too his ominous appearance and workshop. And instead of directions, Krampus Bakugou gives you a better deal!! Why work for Santa pulling heavy sleighs around when you can sit your pretty little butt on his lap and just be adorable while he works people to death at his job.
Even gives you a demo of what that life would be like- by bending you over his worktable with your tail in his fist and his cock in your pussy, breeding you stupid. You’re whining and drooling all over his sketches but he doesn’t care, just smooths his thumbs over your lower back and tells you to relax, cock sinking deeper when you do and making you spill all over his hips and thighs. Wet and loud plat plat plat plat sounds echoing around your empty little head.
And after you’re all wobbly and dripping his cum, he sends you on your merry way to Santa’s workshop to deliver your resignation letter and come back to cockwarm him <3
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