Tying Up Men Twice Your Size, Just To Feel Him Thrust Into The Palm Of Your Hand As He Continuously Chants

MINORS DNI 18+

“This is sum’ wifey shit, you know that?” KATSUKI BAKUGOU remarks, a husky grate to his winded voice as he fucks your guts through your pretty asshole. Big hands split you open, fingernails digging into the flesh of your backside. You can’t keep it together, eyes drowsily fluttering as you clutch onto the sheets and whimper. It’s as if you can’t tell if it hurts or feels good, however satisfying the fill is. “Fuckin’ yer ass and you’re backin’ up on the dick like you want it. The fuck’you playin’ at, huh? Wanna ring or som’thin’?” You cry into the mattress, curling your toes so hard they ache while he’s pumping those hips into you. Fat cock making a mess of your asshole, pre-cum and spit lubing up the tight hole enough to let him fuck you like he wants you in pain. “Damn, you think you’re gunna cum? Feel like you’re close. Haven’t even touched that cunt yet.”

𝗞𝗔𝗧𝗦𝗨𝗞𝗜 𝗕𝗔𝗞𝗨𝗚𝗢 𝗫 𝗔𝗙𝗔𝗕!𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗘𝗥. ⌇ 18+ only, mdni / unprotected sex / allusion to reader being on birth control / a kinda angsty situationship, they're mean to each other, etc.

your knees are planted on the mattress, legs working you up and down the length of his cock in a rhythmic bounce. katsuki's fingers dig into your hips and aid you in your movements with his strength, all while those ruby eyes are fixated on the motion of your tits. they flash up to meet your face when you ask a question.

"can you cum inside this time?"

his brows furrow briefly, and he responds resolutely with no hesitation, gaze falling back to your chest. "hell no."

you meet him with an offended scoff, disappointed in his unsatisfactory answer. "why not? you know it's safe."

"i don't care."

your irritation at his stubbornness heightens, and you need to question his reasoning. "but that doesn't make sense."

katsuki's own annoyance swells along with the strength behind his grip on you and the speed with which his hips move up to meet yours. "will you just shut the hell up?" his jaw is starting to clench, the angry shape of his brow intensifying, and he thinks he could cum if you'd be quiet; he needs to pull out—

"no! it doesn't make sense!" even as your words are jostled by the choppy airflow to your lungs, you're apparently insistent on ruining this for him.

he growls through gritted teeth. "dammit—"

fed up and frustrated, he pulls you off of him and tosses you to the side where you land on the mattress with a bounce, effectively edging himself, little to your knowledge. he's pissed and heaving and sweating, cock red and pulsing with his rapid heartbeat, equally as angry. and you're empty.

you take a moment to process the change, growing cold both physically and emotionally.

"are you serious right now?" you ask, looking over and examining him. "why are you being such a bitch?"

katsuki's staring at the ceiling, an arm resting on his forehead and somewhat blocking you from his peripheral vision. his voice is breathless and lacks fervor. this encounter is over. "fuck off. stop askin' me dumb ass questions."

you shake your head with a smile of pure disbelief. "oh my god…"

equally as irritated and returning to a frown, you sit up more properly and stonewall him in return. "okay. whatever." you quickly move to collect your clothes, throw them back on, and leave his room without another word.

he can't even manage to finish himself after that; though, still covered in your slick, he aches and leaks against his stomach for several minutes once you shut the door.

hours later, your phone buzzes with a text.

> it feels too good

it's katsuki, and you're confused. what the hell could he possibly be on about after earlier?

? <

you're left waiting a few moments for a response.

> cumming inside you > feels too good > i know i wont be able to stop

this is his explanation—his begruding, indirect apology.

he's known ever since the first time that it'll be a slippery slope if he ever indulges again, so he doesn't. but he cums to the thought of it. he always does.

I love it when men tell me they’re so glad I got raped because it’s made me such a whore.

want him so bad. need him to bend me into whatever position he wants me to be in, want him to tell me how cute i am and how well i’m taking his cock… telling me he loves me as he creams in my pussy and pulls out for a moment as i relax my legs, closing my eyes only for them to shoot open again cuz he slapped me, telling me he isn’t done while he holds my knees up to my ears and pushes into my tight butt, my arms wrapping around his neck because it fucking stings but the mix of his cum that dribbled down my pussy n into my asshole and his spit that he used to lube himself up relives the tight stretch, hardly, but i’d be too dumb at that point to even process the pain because i’d be too busy thinking about how i can feel him in my guts, how thick he is, how he groans when his tip pushes all the way in and how he calls me his good little wife and tells me how well i’m doing while he’s pounding my butt <333

If I'm not pushing my luck, can you write something about you being the first hairy person that an elf has been with? Cause I was thinking about it and what if the first human(s) they've been with all shaved and they thought it was standard for us like it was for them, having no hair and all? I really do think they would be both confused and very curious/enthusiastic about it. And what if you were a bit self conscious about it too? 😪 Thank you I'm in love with your stories!!

Hi there! For everyone who hastn't read it, here's the question that started this idea. Enjoy!

Full bush

Elf x fem!reader || oral sex, pussy worship, body hair appreciation

When you got together you thought he already knew all he needed to know about humans. He was with a couple humans before you, two males and one female, so you thought he already knew... But you were wrong.

First time he saw you naked he stared. And stared. And stared some more to the point you got self conscious about it and ended up putting your clothes back on. You slept very unconfortab that night, and he said nothing. You might have cried a tiny bit. Next day he stared at you even with your clothes on, his eyes fixated in your genitals as you looked at him like he was the weird one (which he was). Later that day he broke down and asked you why did you have hair, if it was some kind of birth defect. You almost threw him out the house, but you breathed deeply and proceeded to explain to him that humans had body hair, that it was normal. He then explained that his previous humans had shaved or something because they were as hairless as elves and that's why he was so surprised when you took off your clothes. You understood his reasoning, but you were still a bit self-conscious, human culture already told you it was bad for you to have body hair, but you weren't about to let your elf boyfriend get away with it, too.

So you didn't take your clothes in front of him. Every time you slept together you put your pj's, not looking at him, and went to sleep with that. You weren't a fan of sleeping with clothes, but a woman had to do what a woman had to do. You could feel him hard behind you, but you weren't ready to face that disappointment and staring at your full bush.

But he wasn't having any of that.

By the fifth time you stayed at his house, he stopped you as you were getting undressed. You looked up at him in surprise, just to see his face flushed and a big tent in his sweatpants. "I- I want to see you," he stuttered.

"What?" You asked, your shirt halfway up your torso.

"I- I want to see your body hair," he confessed in a low tone. He looked so cute at the moment, but you were so fucking confused. You thought he hated your body hair.

You couldn't get the surprise out of your voice: "You do?"

"Yes. I- I liked it." He grabbed his dick and readjusted it, the tip pocking at the waistband of his sweatpants. Your mouth was salivating just looking at him shirtless and with those sinful grey sweatpants.

"You liked it?" You asked, your whole body vibrating with anticipation.

"Very much so..." He said, lowering his pants to let you see his erection already leaking profusely. You licked your lips and got undressed.

He stared and stared, and when your panties were finally on the ground, he licked his lips like you were his next snack. And good goddess if you weren't. He threw you on the bed and went down on you for hours. Your legs trembling around his head as he went to town and told you how great you were, how good you tasted and how glad he was that he discovered you had body hair. He sounded mesmerized by the fact and it made you blush as hard as ever as you came against his lips again.

By the time he was done, there was a pool of your juices under you and his face was completely drenched, but what surprised you more was the puddle of cum under him. You asked and he blushed hard, running to the bathroom to get you a towel.

Later, you discovered that he got so excited about you and your body hair and your pussy that he came at least four times while he ground against the mattress and eat you out. It was so hot thinking he got so worked up just by you being you that you had to push him down and blow him until he was crying.

You've never been so glad of his elf stamina.

pornstar!choso has a curated look that throws off a lot of his costars. strong build, straight-set face, hands made to choke and tear… most of those he film with don’t expect to be doted on the entire time.

people joke that pornstar!choso falls a little bit in love with every costar he fucks or gets fucked by. that glossy look that always pulls at his face by the time a scene ends, how his lip trembles with a need to be kissed raw when he cums. he says it's just the bliss of his orgasm—that he gets emotional in the moment, but it doesn't mean anything. well, until he meets you.

pornstar!choso who looks you up before his shoot because your name sounded vaguely familiar when it left his agents lips. he could have sworn you'd fucked before, because when he rolls the syllables of your name on his tongue they're nostalgic and taste like the sweat and laboured breaths of a long night between satin sheets. had you shot a scene together before? or had it been a one night stand?

pornstar!choso who realises that no, he hadn't slept with you before. but the familiarity of your name isn't a coincidence—he's fucked his fist to your videos more times than he can count. your name hits him like lightning, he had typed it into his search bar late in the night, cock hard and in need of instant relief. it's almost scary how well he knows you, what sounds you make when you get close to cumming, how you often arch your back and try to run from the overwhelming pleasure, how your eyebrows knit together when you're feeling so good it almost hurts.

pornstar!choso who realises with a now-red face that you probably don't have a clue who he is, and yet he's cum in time with you for months now. he's pretty sure he's drained his wallet at least twice on your cam shows... what if you recognise his name and piece it together with his username that he donates under? he debates cancelling the shoot, faking covid to get some time at home to hate himself endlessly.

but pornstar!choso realises that this is his chance to get to know how you really feel. he's imagined it so many times, as he fucked fake pussies or his closed fist using spit or his own cum as lube. you'd be warmer, undoubtedly tighter... so much prettier. and he wants to know more: would you prefer to take control and turn him into the toys he so often pretends are you? would you lay back all pretty and let him ruin you on his cock? how deep could you take him he knows he's big but you seem so eager, would you take him to the base with ease or would he have to force it in? bully your pretty pussy until it stretches to his shape?

pornstar!choso who hates the fact that your first, and possibly only, time together would be in front of a production crew and under the unsympathetic lights of a porn set. but he'd fuck on a stage in front of thousands if it means a taste of you.

pornstar!choso who makes it to the shoot before you do, comes ten minutes early to settle his anxieties and get a feel for the scene ahead. the director tells him its a simple shoot, that choso is meant to let you ride him for a while until you pull off and suck his cock for a nice close-up facial shot. the way the director speaks so clinically about sex with you makes choso grimace, he feels pathetic for feeling like this. like he'll be a changed man after feeling you around his cock, which is already painfully hard.

pornstar!choso who hates himself for stumbling over his words when he meets you. he wishes he had never looked you up, though he doesn't doubt seeing your pretty face like this would have wrecked his confidence regardless. you're kind, greet him with a shy smile as if he isn't about to slip balls deep inside of you.

pornstar!choso who, once he has you sitting on top of him on that bed—cameras pointed dutifully as you start to play your role and hike your skirt up so you can sink down on his cock—he can't handle the thought of fucking you like it's nothing, like it's not been the crux of his fantasies in the dark hours at night.

pornstar!choso who, probably to the detriment of his career, pushes you backwards onto the bed and connects his lips to yours in a kiss that surpasses every single fantasy he's had in his mind. you taste good, and he wants more. he speaks against your lips, asks whines a question that makes your stomach coil. 'can i eat you out first? please?'

pornstar!choso who is chided by the production team as he gets his head under your skirt and laps at your pussy in the most desperate act of need he thinks he's ever displayed. those that claim he falls in love with each shoot would be wholly correct in this case: he is in love with the taste of you, with the way your legs trap him in and ask for more. he could eat you for hours, run his tongue from your clit to dip it inside of you in reverence of the goddess he believes you to be. and you laugh at the absurdity of his hunger, at the courage it takes to run off script, and the pure need in which he eats you out.

pornstar!choso who only stops once the director threatens to cut the scene entirely. his cock hurts with how hard it is though, and he thinks the redirection of blood has made him lightheaded, because when he's made to sit back and let you sink down onto his length he swears he meets god.

pornstar!choso who can't help his whines as you ride him, an addiction already laying down roots in his brain. he has to try and think of anything less godly than you to hold on to his orgasm though, because the combination of your body and having subconsciously trained himself to associate you with climaxing is all too strong, and he's a hairs breadth away from cumming prematurely and ruining the scene.

pornstar!choso who realises as you continue, however, that your moans arent the same as he's heard them before, though the speakers of his phone. you're more breathy with him, your moans are less honeyed, more raw—as if coming from your chest rather than your throat. he wonders for a moment if he's not good enough, if you're having to fake your pleasure to save face for the cameras. but you're soaked, and even above the sounds of your shared pleasure he can still hear the squelch of his cock rutting in and out of you.

but before pornstar!choso can question himself further, your eyes are widening and you're latching a hand onto his throat as your pace increases. he can feel the way you tighten impossibly around him, the way your hips stutter and your pupils blow out with lust—you're cumming. and of course he remembers his instructions, to let you climb off of him and take his load over your face... but you're not climbing off of him.

pornstar!choso who understands the pointed look you manage to give him, that it's your turn to bypass the scene direction. you want to be greedy, to feel him finish inside of you, even through the confines of a condom. your moans arent fake, they're the first real ones you've let sound on a porn set—and choso is pulling them from your lungs like a choir's conductor.

pornstar!choso who can't last a minute longer, now with the way you lean in and coax him to climax with your voice, the soft praise that leaves your lips is an aphrodisiac and all too powerful. he sees stars when he cums, full blown galaxies too complex to imagine. call it an out-of-body experience or not, but choso is lost in his orgasm for long enough to warrant you bringing him back down with a soft kiss to his lips. he looks sinful: his hairs come loose, messy and stuck to his forehead. his eyes, though, are what's going to be the subject of a few screenshots taken by his fans: he looks totally infatuated.

pornstar!choso who, after taking a few minutes to settle himself after the shoot, watches as you walk over to him, a very pretty smile pulling at the corner of your lips before you lean down and peck his lips goodbye. he assumes it's the last he'll see of you, that there's no way he's worthy of every tasting you again. that night, he's scared to brush his teeth, to lose the way you linger on his tongue.

pornstar!choso who debates fucking his fist to the memory of you in bed that night. he thinks you've ruined masturbation for him, or sex in general: nothing could quite be the same. and as if its a sign from god that he's done enough good in his life to deserve some positive karma, his phone dings.

a photo of you, a pretty vibrator laid over your stomach. your laptop open in the background, his porn playing on the screen.

attached, a message that makes the poor boy cum in his pyjama bottoms. 'lets meet up again. i want to tie you up and film how stupid you get with a vibe strapped to your cock—a movie just for us, though. no audience.'

pt 2 in the works :p

Eren HC’s: Stealing his clothes

Pairing: Eren x fem!reader

Warnings: playful bickering, fluff.

Summary: Wearing Eren’s clothes has started to become a problem since it’s now all you wear.

“Hey, princess~” Eren greets you while walking past in the kitchen. He grabs a water bottle out of the fridge, his grey t shirt was slightly soaked with sweat and his hair was tied up from finishing up his workout in the garage. He stops suddenly and glanced at what you’re wearing. “Is that my sweater?”

You were wearing his long dark grey sweater with the hood on the back. After a pretty rainy week, you just grabbed it out of his closet to keep warm. It worked rather well with your tank top and rather short pair of sleep shorts.

Stirring the large pot filled with soup, you nod with a small smile. “Yeah, it got kinda cold in here earlier with all the rain.”

You held a spoon with some of the broth for him to taste and he graciously took it.

“Damn that’s good.” Eren commented as he took the spoon and went in for another taste. As he finished the second spoonful, he drops the spoon in the sink and stares at your figure, he admired the way your ass poked out under the material. “Your ass looks good.”

You smile at the compliment and gasped rather abruptly when he reaches up to give it a hard slap.

“Dinners gonna be good but desserts gonna be even better.”

———

“Eren, can I wear that longsleeve you have? I just started my period and everything’s too tight.” You frown and sift through your closet.

Eren shuffled around the bed, locking his phone and groaning as his muscles stretched. “Sure, why don’t you just wear my sweater though?”

See, you would- if it wasn’t dirty. Over the past few days of living in it, the sweater needed a good wash. “So that’s a yes?” You ask with a grin and fisted the beige longsleeve in your hand before pulling it off the hanger.

Eren watched, completely amused at your antics as you unclipped your bra and slipped it over your body. The article was soft and the extra fabric hid the uncomfortable bloat of your period perfectly.

You give out a small thank you and climbed into bed with him. It was around 9 pm- ish and usually you two don’t head to bed till much later, but after a long day, turning in early doesn’t sound so bad.

“Wanna watch a movie?” Eren asked and grabbed the remote. The tv made a sound as it powered on and you lay next to him on the bed.

“Nothing too gory, please.” You said quietly and scrunched your face up as a small wave of cramps hit you. Eren noticed the discomfort and pulled you into his arms. You curl up next to him with your back against his chest and his head rested against his hand as he was propped up on one side.

He gave a kiss to your temple and scrolled through the platforms before putting on Legally Blonde.

His hand rests on your abdomen and started to sink down to your lower stomach, just at your uterus. Eren’s large hand stroked at your skin below his shirt, trying to ease the pain you felt.

————

A few days later, you were doing some cleaning around the house to catch up on chores, a paisley bandanna was tied in your hair to keep it from falling in your face.

“(Y/n)!” Eren’s voice echoes through the house, making you jump. The cloth you were dragging against the window fell to the sill in a rush.

Eren marched in the room, eyebrow raised with an annoyed look.

“Are you okay?” You asked, grabbing the rag again and wiping the cleaner from the glass.

“Why are half my shirts missing?” He asked.

Your movement faltered ever so slightly with the rag, but Eren noticed it.

“Uhh, they’re probably in the wash.” You said, trying to ignore the daggers against the back of your skull.

Eren draws out a hum, “Really? That’s funny I don’t remember going through all my shirts in less than a week.”

“Yeah, that’s sure is strange.”

“(Y/n), turn around.” Eren asked suddenly.

The rag halted completely and you bite your lip. “Why?”

“Are you wearing my shirt right now?”

“No.”

“Then turn around.”

“No.”

“Eh, it’s alright, I can see your reflection in the window. Great day to clean, isn’t it?”

Sighing, you cursed yourself and looked at the window. Sure enough, your figure was prominent against the glass. You turned around and watch as Eren skims over the design of his 2Pac t-shirt.

“Mhm,” He nods and trailed back to your shared room.

“Eren, why are you getting so upset?” You called after him.

He steps in front of the closet and shuffled through his shirts, the bare hangers clanging together. “I’m not mad, Princess, but I don’t have anymore clothes.” He then gestured to your very full closet,“I guess you can’t say the same huh?”

“That’s not fair, a lot of the clothes I have are cropped and tight . They aren’t comfortable to wear around the house and your shirts cover me.”

“Oh come on, it’s not that bad.” Eren said and started filtering through your hangers.

“You try wearing a corset top while doing laundry. It’s not fun.” You laughed as he pulled out a white cropped tee with pink trim.

“Then don’t buy this shit.” He smirks and waves the shirt in front on you. “Buy some real clothes.”

A brief pause hung in the air.

“Eren, you’re literally with me 80 percent of the time I go shopping. You always insist I buy stuff like this cause you like it.”

Eren turns around and gawks at you, “Are you saying this is my fault?”

You remain silent, arms crossed and a playful glare on your face.

“Oh yeah, how would you like it if I just wore your clothes then?” He challenged and took the garment off the hanger.

“Eren it’s not gonna fit-” But he didn’t listen. He someone managed to pull the shirt over his body. The shirt was very snug over his shoulders and biceps as he couldn’t even put his arms down. His abs were on full display and the shirt covered just barely past his pecs.

The words ‘Princess’ were printed on the top, the letters stretched out and color fading from the stress.

You burst out laughing at his predicament, clutching your stomach. The white and pink shirt around his large frame was definitely a sight to see.

“Did you prove your point, ‘Princess’?” You tried to say through giggles.

Eren’s face remained in his scowl, “Grab your keys, we’re buying you some t-shirts.” And with that, he started to trek out of the room.

“Aren’t you forgetting something?” You call out after him, trying not to laugh again.

“Bring the scissors!”

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Hey!! This has been in my drafts for a bit, so I just wanted to post something. I’m taking summer classes and it’s literally killing me so I’m trying to at least draft out fics so I have something to post every now and then. There’s only like two more weeks of the courses, so I’ll definitely be way more active after I finish!! 🩶

Tag list: @cullenswife @sad-darksoul

bath like this is all I ever needed

god i love perverts like

please look at me chest before my face

please stare up my skirt on the escalator

please take pictures up my dress on an elevator

please “accidentally” grab my ass on a crowded bus

please obviously stare at my body

please openly talk down to me

please imagine fucking my face when im doing a presentation

please view me as an object first