Pulling your sub into your lap and having them cock warm you as you gently tease and edge them
Or tying them down with soft silk rope with lots of comfy pillows
Using toys, your fingers, your mouth, to slowly bring them to an edge and keeping them their as they beg and plead so sweetly to cum
Finally giving in and giving permission, letting them tip over, watching their cute exasperated face as they cum down only to realize you arenât stopping
Continuing to gently fuck them and tease them until theyâre close again, begging again, letting them know they can cum as many times as they need to
Going over and over and over again, until theyâre shaking and begging for it to stop, so sensitive the slightest touch makes them buck their hips and arch their back, trying so hard to get away
Gently cooing praises at them, telling them what a good toy they are for you, how you love the sounds and faces their making, how you just need to see them cum again
Feeling how needy and wet and desperate they are, softly degrading them for it, showing them what a needy slut they are, that surely they want to cum more for you~
Just break me with pleasure and soft gentle domination please
âi guess youâre really the slut everyone says you are. thatâs okay though, i kinda like that about you.â
shigaraki x fem reader
tags: loss of virginity, dubcon, paizuri, oral
being forced by your mom to befriend your neighborâs weird kid is the worst thing to happen to you in a long time. youâve always known shimura, the two of you had basically grown up together however, you were never close. youâd always been surrounded by friends or boys and heâd be alone, kicking the sand or doing something weird. it wasnât until your mom caught you and your most recent fling laying horizontal on your bed, with his hands under your shirt, that she became dead set on fixing your behavior. she knew that tenko did good in school, but it was mostly because he had no social life. the guy was a practically a shut-in.Â
tenko appeared at your front door, accompanied by his mother, who was holding a basket of fruit as a gift for spending time with her son today. your mom had relayed the plan for today, she would go to the pachinko parlor for a few hours with shimuraâs mom while the two of you hung out at your house. you glanced at shimura with a fake, but friendly smile. he doesnât react.Â
âok! weâre gonna head out so why donât you two make a bowl of popcorn and watch a movie or something!â your momâs shrill voice rang in your ears as you mentally rolled you eyes. shimura was wearing a black hoodie with dark wash jeans. the hood covered his head while his pale blue hair hid his eyes. he just looked like the type of guy whoâd be ecstatic over this situation. as if any girl would willingly hang out with this creep. the truth is youâd caught shimura looking up your skirt a few times at school. youâd be lying if you said that didnât get you going a little, having some creep probably jack off to your cotton panties, but inviting him over to watch movies in your room was something that you wouldâve never willingly done.Â
yet here he was, sitting on your bed watching some netflix movie you had randomly put on. when you asked shimura what movie he wanted to watch he shrugged and started unzipping his hoodie. his long sleeve shirt lay just under his collarbones, giving you a clean look at the defined divots. the film was dragging on, every moment was predictable. you paused the movie abruptly and scooted over to shimuraâs side of the bed. âyou donât actually wanna be here, do you?â your eyebrows lifted as you asked him. he turned his head slightly to face you. âof course not, you think i really wanted to sit in your room and watch rom-coms for three hours?â his tone is flat. you laugh as you tuck a strand of loose hair behind your ear. âwhy donât we do something fun then?â you smile at him, genuinely this time. his face still doesnât change. âlike what?âÂ
you lean back on your left hand and undo the first button on your shirt. âlikeâŠiâll let you touch my tits.âÂ
Finding your boyfriend in bed with another girl is not something anyone expects, and itâs certainly not something anyone can prepare for.
The faces of the two culprits as you discovered them will remain ingrained in your mind foreverâ they even had the audacity to act shocked, like you had been the one to inconvenience them.
In an instant everything had turned red, and you turned on your heel and stomped out of the house, curse words flying out of your mouth in a never-ending stream, fists balled up by your sides, tears threatening to spill from your eyes. Not tears of sorrow, though, no. Tears of sheer, total rage.
Your meetup with your three best friends goes exactly as expected â you get along with Sapnap and George as you thought you would. Dream, on the other hand... It would be unfair to say he didn't live up to your expectations.
Dream, female reader.
WARNINGS: smut, fingering (female receiving), public sex. MDNI.
Author's note: requested. hello, it's been a while! this honestly isn't one of my favorite works but hopefully anon and everyone else can enjoy it! i promise i tried my best :) as always thank you for reading <3
You stand under Orlando's burning sun ringing the doorbell to your best friends' house as anxiety eats it's way into your mind, your grip tight on the handle of your wheeled backpack. What was taking them so long, anyway? You could hear a bit of a commotion inside the house â the boys were bickering as always.Â
The relationship between you, George and Sapnap turned out exactly how you thought it would â they both behave like annoying fourteen-year-olds most of the time and, if you're being honest, it's quite endearing to watch. Your relationship with Dream also turned out how you expected it would, but in a very different way. Longing stares seemed to be routine between the two of you â you would always take a peek when he wasn't looking and as soon as you turned your gaze away, you would feel his eyes on you. Deep down you knew it was only a matter of time, and you couldn't wait for it to come â you just wish it went a bit more privately than it did.Â
Your group walked through the carnival â excited laughter and flashing colours painted the early evening, pink and blue skies watching above as the three of you dodged people in the packed amusement park. Dream held your hand somewhere along the way, and although you tried to convince yourself he was just guiding you through the small crowds, you noticed he wasn't holding anyone else's. As you walk around looking for the next game to play, George's eyes find a huge stuffed prize â a yellow duck that he just couldn't not get, because, of course, âit's literally Quackity!â. The huge âHit Or Missâ sign sparkled in yellow bulbs above you, a row of colourful toy-guns placed at your arm's level, a variety of sizes of white and red targets displayed before you. You watched, standing a bit behind Sapnap and George, laughing every time the Texan made fun of his friend's aim. Adverting your gaze from the duo, you realize Dream keeps staring at a creeper plushie â you couldn't help but scoff at him.Â
âWant me to get it for you?â Your voice startles him a little, bright green eyes turning to you. âThe creeper?â You add.Â
âWhat? You think your aim is better than mine?â You try your hardest to not get flustered by his smile. Although shy, you match his energy.Â
âNot in a million years, you're so much better than me at everything. I was just trying to be nice, you know. You should try it sometime.âÂ
Dream raises an eyebrow, hand on his pocket sliding money to the cashier without taking his eyes off of you. âShow me what you got.âÂ
Gripping the gun with all you've got, you pull the plastic trigger. Dream laughs as you struggle to control the toy, shooting everywhere but the targets.Â
âHere, here. Let me help you.â Is all your hear before feeling Dream behind you, arms around your body as his strong hands wrap yours â taking control of the toy. Your breath hitches in your throat, skin suddenly waking in goosebumps as his palm maneuvers yours movements, the toy shaking with each shot making your bodies bump against one another. Dream's breath felt fresh on your ear, almost making you squirm, hyper aware of how he's everywhere around you. You haven't even realized Dream's on a spree, on his way to shoot down the fifth target when he turned your attention back to the game.Â
âHow were you missing every shot? This is so easy.â He brags. Dream's about to win this round, but you were dead set on making him miss the last shot â your brain didn't process the choice your body made, though. Â
As soon as Dream pointed the gun to the last target, you move your hips against him. A small gasp escapes his lips before he misses. âOh- sorry.â You try as the game ends, turning around to look at him. Dream was still very close.Â
âAre you, really?â Â
The boy smirks at you â wide, surprised eyes looking up at him. You look confused, but there's a glint of interest in your gaze. George and Sapnap approach, mentioning both of you to leave the line. He can't help but smile as he grabs your unmoving arm, eyes still lingering on his face as you snap back to reality, following behind both men like a duckling. It's so easy to get inside that little head of yours.Â
It's amusing, how you seem hyper aware of his lingering touches now. How you avoid his gaze but lean towards him when he places a hand to the small of your back as you wait in line for a ride, how you nervously fidget your fingers when he smiles at you. You're acting different now. Dream isn't usually upfront, specially not with you, but he just can't resist your shy, needy eyes.Â
âDid any of you guys see the Pirate Ship ride?â The blond boy asks to the group. His eyes shift to yours. âIt's so fun, you have to go on it. It's like, a classic.âÂ
âDude, the Pirate Ship's like, all the way at the far end of the park.â Sapnap reminds. Â
âIt's like a fifteen-minute walk- I'm literally dying. I'm not going.â George says, running his hand through his messy brown hair.Â
âIt's fine. We don't have to-â You try intervening, but Dream's quicker.Â
âSapnap, you can stay with George, right?â He asks. The shorter boy looks a little confused, eyes shifting through each one of you.Â
âI mean- sure. I kinda wanna rest for a bit.âÂ
âDon't take too long.â George comments with a slight smirk to his lips. Â
You're about to reply, but Dream's faster as he's already walking away from the pair, hand holding yours and pulling you with him. âI won't promise anything!âÂ
Dream's hand is on yours as he walks through the crowd, his every move had you waiting for the next one. You follow close behind him â this is definitely not the way to the Pirate's Ship. Dream's seems to drift away from the crowd â you let him.Â
âAre we lost?â You ask, laughing at his cluelessness.Â
âI hope so.â Dream's pink cheekbones are frozen with a permanent smirk, eyes shimmering with confidence. He slowly pulls you towards him. Â
Your heart beats out of your chest that shakes with laughter. âYou're so obvious!â Â
âOh, am I?â His hands reach for your hips. âBecause grinding on me is so subtle.â He rolls his eyes, smile mocking you. You've never met someone so attractive and irritating before. Â
You throw your head back laughing as soon as the word âgrindingâ leaves his mouth â voice getting higher as you try to defend yourself through laughter. âI wasn't grinding on you-âÂ
âYeah, you were!â Dream's laughter crashes through your chest, warmth and comfort blooming inside you.Â
âI just bumped into you!âÂ
âOh yeah- I always roll my hips when I accidentally bump into people.âÂ
Your cheeks hurt from how much you've been smiling â Dream's blushing countenance getting closer and closer to you each second â his warm hands gently holding your torso close to his. The boy's hooded eyes bored from your eyes to your lips, expecting. Â
âSo?â You ask looking up at him, wearing a smirk of your own.Â
âSo, what?âÂ
âSo, are you gonna kiss me?âÂ
You can faintly hear the children laughing in the distance, excited screams ripping the air on roller coaster rides â you bet their euphoria isn't nowhere near as explosive as when his lips met yours for the first time. Dream's savour is of the cotton candy he had just a few minutes prior, his heavy hands soothing your hips and waist as he slowly tastes your tongue. Cold wind blows around you as the tall boy presses you against a wall â your hands roam from his neck to his hair when you feel his hips pushing yours. A moan escapes your lips when his hand dips under your skirt and grabs your ass, but you don't mind â there isn't a living soul within probably a five mile range, Dream dragged you to a seemingly abandoned spot. He smiles against your lips when you whine.Â
âYou're so needy.âÂ
âAnd you're all talk.âÂ
His smirk mimics yours, âYeah? What makes you say that?âÂ
âI don't know- with all the jokes we used to make online you just seemed like the type who would be doing a lot more than what you're doing right now.âÂ
You just meant to tease him, really. You didn't think Dream would react the way he did â maybe smirking while teasing you back, not roughly grabbing your ass under your skirt. His scoff sends shivers down your spine.Â
âI just wanted to treat you right, but I guess you don't deserve that.â
His heavy hands slide under your underwear, his burning hot skin lingered on yours for a moment â long enough for you to feel arousal start to pool between your thighs. A loud gasp leaves your lips when he moves his hand, smoothing your thigh before palming your pussy over the cloth. He laughs at the moan you let out, âWhat? Isn't this what you wanted?â His green eyes gleam mean when his hand dips under your underwear, making direct contact with you. You know you look flustered, eyebrows furrowed as you look up at him, biting your lower lip to contain your noises. âAnd I'm all talk. You seemed so eager and now you can't even talk back.âÂ
You're about to reply, but he doesnât let you. Dream's lips cling to yours in a desperate attempt to knock the air out of your lungs â his free hand coming up to rest around your neck as his hungry mouth tasted yours â so eager to kiss him back your teeth got in the way every now and again. A faint moan escapes you when his index and middle finger play with your slick.Â
âYou're gonna let me have my way with you while our friends wait for us, hm? Is that how needy you are?â He slides one finger in, his thumb pressing your clit lightly. âThat's so rude of youâŠâÂ
You're tongue tied â your brain isn't able to process much besides the way Dream's long fingers make a mess out of your core â a squelching sound starting to become noticeable as he fucks into you. You struggle to reply through whines and ragged breaths, âI'm not rude.âÂ
âOh, really?â He says, removing his fingers completely off of you. âThen I think we should get going-â You interrupt him by grabbing his wrist. Seeing how wet his hand was is enough to fluster you into oblivion â but you were not about to let him just walk away and leave you like this. If George and Sapnap saw the state you were in, everything would become even more obvious. Dream's cocky smirk only made you wetter. Â
âWhat's wrong? They're waiting for us.âÂ
You don't reply. Too embarrassed to look him in the eye, you lead his hand to your core once again. Dream looks at you with interest beaming in his eyes, hand moving timidly under your underwear, middle finger focused on drawing figure eights on your clit.Â
âI thought you didn't want to leave our friends waiting.âÂ
âI don't. I know you can make it quick.â Â
That seems to do it for him. Dream presses his body impossibly close to yours â your back flat against the park's wall as he holds your knee with his free hand, the other one now insisting on your sensitive core. âYeah? You know I can make you feel good?â Your head falls back as you nod, mouth agape and eyes shut as two of his fingers find their way inside of you, pumping. Your hands cling to his shoulders, desperately trying to hold onto him. Dream takes advantage and kisses you on your open mouth, smothering your pleading moans. Â
âFuck, oh my God.â You moan against him, but he refuses to give you any breathing room. Dream's wrists starts to ache but he couldn't care less â he'd stay in the same pace until his wrist broke as long as it meant he got to see your flustered face this up close â pretty moans leaving your constantly open mouth as your hair fell messily over your eyes, countenance constantly contorted in pleasure.Â
His kiss is eager, territorial, as if he's claiming you by the way he makes your neck bend as you try to keep up with his pace. Your nails cling to his shirt as Dream's wrist quickens, the wet noise leaving your cunt getting louder, making you grow more embarrassed and aroused by the second. A wave of shivers crashes through your skin, your thighs start to tremble uncontrollably.Â
âCome on, ruin this pretty skirt of yours.âÂ
Dream's digits stay insistent on pumping your core, his palm slapping your clit with the amount of force he's using to thrust his fingers into you. Your face grows even hotter by how firmly Dream hugs your waist to hold you when you start shaking in his hold â nails now digging in the exposed skin of his biceps as your orgasm hits you, loud gasps and pants repeatedly leaving your open mouth that Dream once again takes the opportunity to kiss. His mouth starts turning gentle on yours as his hand helps you down your high, fingers running gently through your folds as you become more sensitive. You sigh in relief when Dream removes his hand off your underwear and presses his forehead against yours â both smiling, panting. You know the emerald-eyed boy just had his hands up your skirt, but God, that smirk of his flusters you to no end. Your heart hammers in your chest when he steals a peck from you, both of your smiles meeting a couple more times before his tongue finds it's way into your mouth once again. Dream speaks up when as you both stop to catch your breaths.Â
âSo, not to ruin the moment or anything, but how am I supposed to clean my hand?âÂ
How about some reaction headcanons to peter being teased by his partner in public? They send them dirty texts, random nudes, hell they may even whisper something in his ear just to mess with him
Do you wanna get fucked in public? Because thatâs how you get fucked in public. This man doesnât care. He has no shame. If you tease him in public (and are ok with it) he will fuck you right then and there. He may not even bother trying to find a secluded area first. Heâs definitely not taking you home unless you ask him to. Get ready for an all-night fuckfest. You asked for it.Â
Now if somehow, someway heâs out of the house and youâre not with him, heâs coming straight home to fuck you. He could be in the middle of a job interview and he would just leave
Newly Pro Hero Deku who isnât necessarily a blushing virgin, since heâs had sex a few times, but still fucking acts like it.
Whenever he had sex with other people in the past, it was always quick fucks to relieve pent up stress, energy, or frustration. He described it as merely âa little bit of kissing, some fondling, and praying to the gods that he put it in the right holeâ.
Baby was a disaster when you first met him.
He had never had anything serious or long lasting due to his hero work and trying to bump up the ranks as quickly as he could. So when you two first started getting serious with dating and actually had sex, to say it was underwhelming would be kinda mean buttt.....
He did make you cum, even though it was kinda rough and sloppy. And not in the good way.
You wanted him to learn your body just as much as you wanted to learn his.
So when he finally got a week long vacation after an excruciatingly long case, you were determined to learn each otherâs bodies and kinks.
Now that was an interesting week. Deku was so attentive, he made you cum more in one day than he had orgasmed himself in the entire week. You were pretty sure you saw him writing how to properly finger you while thumbing you clit to make you squirt in his notebooks.
But now though. You created a fucking monster. A monster with a huge dick, that he finally knows how to work, and with glorious fingers and tongue that youâre batting away more often than not.
You tried to push Deku away when he came home still pent up with OFA pumping excitably through his veins. He only shushed you with kisses as he pushed you on your back on the couch before ripping away everything you wore and going to work.
He had been in between your legs for what felt like hours now. Loudly slurping and smacking on your lips and juices, as if he were a man starved.
He groaned every time you whined and bucked your hips into his mouth. His teeth nipped at your inner thighs, pink lips wrapped tightly around your swollen clit as he pulled it softly from under its hood.
After your third orgasm in less then fifteen minutes, you couldnât help the tears that flowed down your cheeks. You were sobbing, shoving his head away, but also gripping his curls tight in between your legs to just ride out that last buzzing orgasm. When you could finally find your voice, you whimpered,
âIzu, please, I canât, I canât, no more, pleaseââ
âJust one more time, baby please, you just taste so fucking good I canât help myself. One more time with my tongue and thenâand then just, like two or three, or maybe four, on my cock! Please, love, just a couple more times. Please?â
You couldnât even deny the monster you created. You could only whimper and nod, let him smile that smile that flashed on billboards, before burying his face in between your legs while producing the lewdest moan, just from the taste of you on his tongue.
Older, Pro Hero Deku who loves his precious little bunny so much, but is just so worn out and tired from constantly saving lives as the Number One Hero.
And you, you donât ask for much! Just a little attentionâconstant attention or youâll die without itâand sex every once in a whileâevery hour of every day because, fuck, have you seen how hot Deku is?âwill sate you!
But no. Deku comes home tired and worn out everyday. Heâll only greet you with a tired kiss to your lips, maybe a pat on the butt, eat dinner and shower, before crashing for the next 8 hours.
Itâs torture. Your body is literally breaking down by the minuteâevery minute you go without Dekuâs constant attention.
Okay, maybe you wonât die but thatâs beside the point.
Deku only noticed the shift in your attitude when you started turning your heads for his welcome home kiss to your cheek. Small huffs as responses. Shrugs when he asked what was wrong.
And instead of saying anything, he only continued life on as normal. And now thisâthis was infuriating.
After growing frustrated, you take matters into your own hands. You enter you guysâ room one night, where soft snores ring through the quiet room.
Throwing all caution to the wind and saying fuck your tired husbands sleep schedule, you climb on top of him, work his cock to full hardness, before sinking down on his fat length.
The moment your ass is flush with his pelvis, strong and scarred hands suddenly grip your hips. You gasp out, angry green eyes and lightning fluttering around your furious and, obviously very tired, husband. He speaks low in a snarl as he starts to grind his hips up into yours,
âI noticed what youâve been doing, love. Itâs childish and immature. Your constant need of my attention, bunny, is frankly, quite annoying. I go out. I save lives everyday, but all you can think of is getting your cunt stuffed with my cock. For behaving like a bratty little bunny, thisâll be the last time I fuck you for the next month. So shut your mouth before I stuff it. I donât want to hear a peep from you, bunny. Is that clear?â
You can only nod and whimper, and hold on for the ride of your life. It was gonna be a long night that youâve been craving, and will soon regret when you have a limp the next morning.
That's right, baby, just straddle my thigh like that. I know it's frustrating when you could be riding my strap on, but you're not ready yet. I want you to show me how much you need it by grinding on me first. I want you begging for what you want. Beg for me to fuck you. Beg to be allowed to cum. I'll just keep telling you not yet and reminding you how much of a dirty slut you are.
I know you're going to end up cumming all over me without permission. You really can't control yourself. Your too much of a slut. You know that means you're going to be cleaning me up with your tongue, right? I bet that's what you really want, isn't it?
A sub teasingly saying to their dom, âis that all you can doâ, so the dom pulls their subâs hair back to make them give them eye contact before telling them, âremember who the fuck youâre talking to, you filthy little bratâ, but the sub just smiles and beings batting their eyelashes
Love the ââbeing fucked into submissionââ concept. A bratty sub disobeying their dom. Only for their dom to later shove them into their room, force them down onto the bed hands around their throat. ââWho do you belong to?ââ they growl as they fuck them senseless. The sub goes weak.
iâm gonna be honest, knowing you masturbate over me, or that you have done even just once, is a pretty big turn on for me. like baby, tell me all the things you came to the thought of me doing to you and let me do them to you for real, yeah?
Do you want me to be mean baby? You want me to tie you down so you canât move, canât squirm or writhe when it gets too much? Is that it? Do you want me to edge you all night, edge you until it hurts and then ruin every single orgasm I let you have until you cry so pretty for me?
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