How i be reading smut wth a straight face in bed

Abbot Cabin °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

~ Warnings: rough sex, dubcon, implied consent, agegap, semi established relationship, secret relationship, forbidden, breath play/suffocation/smothering (not safe), free use, somnophilia, slight dacryphilia, pet play(if you squint) (puppy & mutt nickname used a lot), crybaby!reader, dom/sub elements, praise, degrading, (good girl nickname a lot), biting, gagging, spanking, slapping, lots of dirty talk, mean/grumpy!Jack (if you squint), orgasm torture/ruined orgasm, fluff

~ TLDR: When fall break rolls around Professor Abbot - Jack, invites you to spend it with him at his cabin in the woods. You accept.

~ Summary: Professor Abbot and you have had an inappropriate relationship for a few months now. After his wife divorced him, he seemed to take an unhealthy interest in you. He's rough around the edges but somehow you pull out a different side of him. A side he only shows you, a side even his ex wife never got to see. When fall break rolls around Professor Abbot - Jack, invites you to spend it with him at his cabin in the woods. You accept.

~ Word Count: 10.6k, not proofread

a/n - a little short but it was on my mind <3

update!! pt. 2 out now!

E | cw - slight manipulation, jacks got a thing for pregnancy but like nothing nsfw, eluded intimidation/threats

2:06 AM

I’m thinking of Jack Abbot who loves his new pregnant neighbor.

He doesn't think he’s seen a more beautiful pregnant woman than you, even with swollen feet that were always in slippers or sandals, or how your face was fuller than the older pictures he’d seen of you. He’d thought you looked amazing as you were, an amazing creator of life, who just shone with natural and effortless beauty, as life itself.

He easily found himself helping you with everything and anything before going to work every day. Moving your new furniture around, putting together the nursery, and helping you paint- basically any manual labor your deadbeat boyfriend was supposed to be doing.

That was a sore subject to him; he would get irrationally angry and possessive when he did come around, asking for handouts and overall douchebaggery he did not appreciate or warrant for this new age of boys. You seemed to never notice Jack's sudden abrasiveness towards your boyfriend, but then again, everyone was so it wasn’t much of a difference as with everyone else.

You were struggling with the decision of keeping your baby daddy in your life and soon to be born childs life. Embarrassed to be walking around with no father, but not ready to let him be in your child’s life if he kept up the way he was. Jack was adamant about not giving you his opinion, kept saying ‘it’s obvious, sweetheart, but I can’t be the one to tell you.’ Or ‘you wouldn’t care for what I think, it’s a little outdated’

The whole time, he just wants to put on a shotgun wedding and make you his before that baby comes so his last name is on both of you— but that’s not exactly feasible with that lowlife hanging around, so it’s about time he’d stop.

After texting no response from your ex in weeks, you decided to carry on your own, rushing to tell Jack next door as soon as you had the epiphany. He couldn’t be more thrilled; of course he was. Things were moving right on schedule; you were coming up on your third trimester, and he had a wife to move in.

Katsuki using his quirk as a heating pad for your cramps

It was that time of the month.

Late at night, the room was quiet, save for the soft sound of Bakugo’s steady breathing as he slept beside you, unaware of your struggle. You curled on your side, teeth clenched as sharp cramps twisted through your stomach, radiating ache down your thighs. The pain was relentless. You shifted restlessly, trying to find a position that didn’t hurt, but nothing helped.

Then—

A muffled grunt from beside you.

Bakugo stirred, crimson eyes blinking blearily in the darkness before landing on you, narrowing at the pained twist of your expression.

"…Dumbass."

His voice was thick with sleep, but his arm already snaked around your waist, pulling you flush against his chest. His palm pressed firmly against your stomach, heat blooming from his skin as his quirk activated, soothing, steady, perfect.

"Shoulda woke me up sooner," he mumbled, his lips brushing your shoulder as he adjusted, shifting until your back was tucked securely against him.

And then, silence.

No complaints. No snark. Just his warmth, his steady breath against your neck, his fingers gently kneading the ache away like it was the most natural thing in the world.

Like he knew. Always knew. Exactly what you needed.

—@momoox277 All rights reserved

✧ note: I just read a few pieces with this trope, so I wanted to try writing one myself. 

✧ cw: blackmail/coercion, one bloody beatdown, background family stuff (mentioned, not detailed), swearing, some concerning tendencies. 

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"Look what I've got." He holds up a photo that captures your family's mess, waving it like a hundred-dollar bill in front of a desperate beggar. He's cornered you in the one place you usually find some peace from the swarm of hormone-charged teenagers.

A bastard is still a bastard whether he's popular or handsome, and this one is painfully childish. "What do you want?" You snap your lunchbox shut and snatch the photo, which he lets go of without a fight. Of course he has copies.

"Join my group for lunch in the cafeteria tomorrow." He stands there now, weight shifted onto one leg, hands shoved in his pockets.

Hellishly suspicious. Threatening you out of nowhere, acting like you're already friends, assuming you won't notice how strange that is? He's probably in the middle of some game of truth or dare, and tomorrow he'll find a way to humiliate you. (Or maybe that's just you, having read too much fiction, and he genuinely wants to be friends. Hmm. No. This is too contrived to pass as "making friends.")

Homelander x female!reader smut

essentially, Homelander uses his super powers; super hearing, scent, x-ray vision, to perve on you, then fuck you stupid :)

warnings: pervs on reader without her knowledge including listening to her and looking, Homelander likes to be called John in this, porn without plot, there’s no verbal consent, but reader wants it all, creampie, breeding kink, mommy kink, maybe? -it’s homelander, no protection, Homelander being rough, mean, and insane but yknow we dig it. :) I didn’t proofread lmk if there’s mistakes

word count: 3,301

Bulking Season

Aizawa x reader

MDNI! cervix mention, headlock mention, mentions of breeding kink, mentions of overstimulation, dirty talk, cunnilingus, p in v!, slight mention of size difference, normal AU, fingering, dirty talk, unprotected sex (please practice protection), consent is sexy, HEADLOCK 

WC: 2.3k

Aizawa was by no means scrawny. Even prior to dating you knew underneath all those baggy clothes he had a muscular build. You just didn’t know what prompted him one day to just come home and decided to eat more than he usually did. But you didn’t really care, as long as he was eating well. 

He stopped counting track of how much he ate, but rather asked for more portions of your own cooking. He even started to ask for more sweet treats. You couldn’t even deny your husband from your own cooking with the way he begged.

Hearing the door knob clicking open, you knew it was Aizawa coming home from his usual run to the gym. You would never say it out loud, but the way his new body stretched out his clothes tighter ignited something inside of you. Honestly you were even thinking of going to the gym just to see your husband’s biceps flex as he lifted weights. Even before he started this whole bulking thing, he could lift you without breaking a sweat but god the way he could carry the groceries with ease made you bite your lips. 

Feeling large forearms wrap around your waist, he planted a quick kiss to your cheek. “How’s my girl?”

“M’ doing good. How was the gym?” you asked as you tilted your head to return him a kiss to the lips. 

“It was good. There weren't as many people as there usually are, which is good. Means I get to go home earlier to my gorgeous wife,” he said as he started to slightly bite on your shoulder. 

The idea of him throwing you on top of the kitchen countertops and fucking you right there sounded delicious, but you remembered what happened last time you guys fucked without monitoring what was on the stove. 

“As much as I want to get fucked right now, I don’t think we need another incident where all we eat for dinner is incinerated food,” you warned as you opened the lid of the pot.

“Mmm fine,” he says with a pout on his face. Sniffing the air he could smell the food you were making. “Smells good though. What are you making?”

“I’m making chicken curry with some rice. Before you left I wanted to surprise you with some brownies. It’s almost done baking though,” you said as you continued to stir the pot.

Aizawa hums and presses a soft kiss near the pulse of your neck. “I love you so much I hope you know that.”

“I do. I love you more though,” you said, taunting him. You both know that words can sometimes only mean so much but actions are a way for your love language to show through.

“Lets see that in bed,” he said, giving you a light slap to your ass.

“Hey! You’re such an ass, help me set up the table,” you laughed as he went to the cabinets and helped you set up the table for dinner.

You knew he was craving you as you both ate dinner together. The sexual tension was rising between the both of you and you could feel each other’s hunger even though you were only a foot or two apart from each other. Aizawa did get his dessert after dinner as he was in between your legs, slurping your juices in between the crevices of your folds. As his nose nudged against your clit, you squeezed your thighs from the stimulation squishing his face. You swore his hands got bigger and ever since bulking season his hands have gotten stronger, gripping your thighs even harder you swore you could feel bruises forming. Looking down at him eating your cunt out, the large veins decorating his forearm looked bigger, turning you on. 

“Fuck…You’re doing so good,” you moaned out as you gripped his hair encouraging him to continue eating you out.

Aizawa humming against your clit, licking the sensitive nub as he inserted two of his thick fingers deep inside of your cunt. The double stimulation gave you immense pleasure as you could feel the girth of his fingers and the way he gave you open mouthed kisses on your cunt.

“I swear…ever since you started bulking, you’ve gotten so big…” you cried out as Aizawa continued his assault on your poor pussy.

“Mhm…Tell me more sweet girl,” he said, curling his fingers hard into you. 

Your face contorting in pleasure, you manage to muster words out of your mouth, “You fill all of your shirts so tight…It makes me so wet,” you cried out. His fingers continued to thrust harder inside of you as he continued sucking on your clit. 

“Yeah? Bet you like it when I wrap my arms around you huh?” 

“I do…Especially your biceps, they look so good to bite on…” 

Aizawa’s body left you in awe almost every morning with the way you could feel a size difference in his muscles. His biceps have gotten bigger, his back was more broad and filled in and the way his shoulders became thicker. Especially whenever you guys would fuck, you enjoyed the way he would press almost all of his body weight onto your own body as he pounded you. 

The thought of his muscles left you clenching his fingers even tighter. Aizawa could feel you even dripping more wetness out of you than before. “All thanks to your cooking and food baby,” praising you as he continued his relentless attacks using his fingers. 

Aizawa yanked you hard onto his mouth lapping up your pussy as you could feel him obscenely making loud sounds. He was eating you out like a starved man as his fingers fucked into you harder. 

The coil inside of your belly snapped as you came with a cry. Aizawa let you ride out your orgasm as he continued to lick your folds. As sensitivity came over you, you shakily pulled him away from you. 

Aizawa looked up at you, his face covered in a mix of saliva and your own juices. His eyes were hazy almost as if he was pussydrunk on the taste of your cunt and the adrenaline that was pumping through his veins. Even though you just came, his gaze still held a certain hunger for more.

Suddenly large hands came up to grab at your waist and adjusted your body to get on your knees and hands. Your face was pushed into the soft plushy pillows as Aizawa positioned himself behind you. 

“Want you to feel this dick deep inside of your pussy tonight,” Aizawa said as he used his fingertips to caress your wet folds. You whimpered as he played with you, feeling already overly sensitive from your orgasm earlier that night. 

“Stop teasing me and fuck me already Aizawa. Unless you want another sex ban,” you retaliated. You were already growing impatient and you could feel how much you were dripping onto his fingers. 

“Shh…Be patient sweetie,” Aizawa cooed. Behind you he was wrapping his hands around his cock getting it hard. He enjoyed taking his time in giving your pussy the utmost attention she can get but at the end of the day he always listens to what you say. 

Aizawa holding his cock gave light taps to your poor needy pussy. As he dragged his cock back and forth you whined in impatience. “Aizawa…”, you warned. You were one hair away from you giving him a sex ban (even though it never worked).

“You keep fucking around I’m going to-” as a moan came out of your mouth instead of finishing your sentence. The thick head of his cock pried your folds apart to squeeze itself inside of your pussy. 

“You were saying?”, Aizawa teased. You turned your head around to face him to reprimand him but seeing the sight of his dick quickly shut your mouth. No matter how many times you guys had sex, the way large veins decorated his dick meeting the girthy mushroom head of his dick left you hungry for more. 

Aizawa thrusted more inches inside of your pussy, stretching out your gummy walls. The stretch burned but it felt so good as he continued to sink his thick dick inside of your warm walls. He grunted in pleasure as he dragged his dick back and forth.

As you got adjusted to the pleasure, Aizawa took it as a sign to quickly bottom out the inside of your pussy. You could feel each carnal vein and inch carving a memory inside of your walls. The reddened tip of his cockhead was sloppily smooching your cervix. 

Aizawa tightly gripped your hips with his large hands as he thrusted into you at a rough pace where you could feel the meaty tip of his cock bumping into your cervix so brutally. You cried out into the soft plushy pillows as you gripped the sheets below you. Your spine curving into a mean arch as he continued to roughly pound into you. 

“Fuckk…,” you moaned out. Suddenly, you felt a meaty bicep wrapped around your throat. His bicep was pressed perfectly against your throat where you could still have some room to breathe but it was limited. You were drooling against his bicep as you could feel your own pussy dripping even more. 

“You keep-hah looking at my biceps whenever I’m at home. I thought you wanted this pretty girl,” Aizawa rasps in your ear as you could feel him impossibly deeper inside of your pussy. 

You nodded mindlessly as you could feel your saliva all over his bicep. You didn’t even realize you were crying from the pleasure until you felt tears streaming down your cheeks onto his bicep. Your brain was turned into mush, the way your airway was being restricted, and how he was putting almost the entirety of his weight to meet the skin of your ass. As he kept pounding into you, the skin of your plump ass cheeks became red and started to burn from where the two of your skin met. 

The room felt sinful. Echoes of moans and grunts could be heard throughout the space. You could hear the smacks of skin meeting one another as your pussy made obscene squelching sounds. 

Aizawa slithered his fingers in between your thighs to meet your sensitive clit. Using his rough fingerpads, he toyed with the sensitive nub bringing you closer to your second orgasm of the night.

You mewled at the overstimulation as you could feel yourself getting closer as the curve of his beefy cock started to brutally ram into your g-spot. You swore you felt his dick in your throat as he continued to bully that spot where it made you see stars. 

“Fuck! Yes-yes-” you choked out loudly. “I’m so close-ngh, Aizawa please! I wanna cum so badly.”

“I know, poor baby. You’re gonna make a mess all over my hah- cock right?” As he slapped your already stinging ass cheeks. You were so cockdrunk you couldn’t even register the smacks on your ass as it just only brought you closer to your orgasm. 

You nodded blissfully. “Please cum inside of me. I want it here,” you pleaded as you pointed to your stomach where his dick was bottoming out inside of you. 

Aizawa’s breath hitched as he realized he wasn’t going to last due to his wife’s request. Something feral broke inside of his mind that you wanted his seed overfilling out of your pussy.  

Where his fingers were still on your clit, he meanly pinched the sensitive pearl and that snapped the tightness inside of your belly. You came with a cry, and you swore you nearly saw heaven’s light. Wave after wave of pleasure overwhelmed your senses as you could feel your legs were about to give up.

Aizawa was not that far behind. He groaned in your ear as he cums inside of you, stuffing you load after load, pouring out white sticky globs of cum into you.

A white ring formed around his cock as you babbled mindlessly. “So much…’s too much”. Your insides were coated with hot and wet seed as Aizawa slowly pulled out with a pop.  

A mix of your juices and his pearly droplets of cum left your abused pussy. His bicep that was previously wrapped around your throat retracted as you faceplanted into the pillows under you. 

“Hey, you okay?” Aizawa asked to check up on you. You nodded in satisfaction. You were too tired to mutter any words as you could feel your eyelids drooping. Aizawa gently lifted you to put you into a more comfortable position on your back. 

“I’ll be back, baby. I’m grabbing a towel,” he whispered with softness in his voice. 

“Okay,” you said as you looked at your husband moving from the bedroom to the bathroom to grab a warm towel. When he returned, he sat down on the edge of the bed gently massaging your legs, then using the towel to wipe the mess in between your legs. You hissed at the sensitivity as he gently cleaned you up. Aizawa quietly finished as he went back to the bathroom to wash the towel. 

As he came into the bedroom, he turned on the lamp near the nightstand. Grabbing the soft blanket, he covered you gently and turned off the bedroom lights. Slipping into the blanket, he wrapped his arm around you bringing you closer to his body. You turned around to face him and snuggled in closer to his chest. Aizawa began to pepper soft kisses into your hair.

“You did good, baby. I love you so much, I hope you know that,” Aizawa praised as he brought his hand up to caress your face. Even though you were almost about to drift into slumber, you heard every word. 

“I love you too,” you muttered as you wrapped your arm around his torso. With a sigh, you both fell asleep as you snuggled, basking in each others’ warmth.  

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