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what happens when bunny hybrid!todoroki arrives at trainer!reader's house while in heat?
warnings: sub!todoroki, dom!reader, gn!reader, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, hickeys, pet play, multiple positions, vibrators, what if i said warnings and tags are my least favourite things to do
todoroki was a new hero, fresh in the circuit, but he needed separate training from the other rookie's because of his hybrid nature. to accommodate that, his driver would drop him off in front of your private estate every saturday evening after his patrol shift and would pick him up sunday morning. you were a high quality hybrid trainer that the agency had set up for him. "agency" being his dad that insisted all his children go to hybrid trainers. even natsuo who had promptly started ditching his training days once he got old enough to go rogue without any repercussions.
granted, that resulted in endeavour threatening to send him to fuyumi or shoto's trainers instead. natsuo conceded after that--too embarrassed by the mere thought of having to see fuyumi's or shoto's trainers at the same time as them.
shoto liked going to your place. usually it was a calm, dimly lit room in your mansion for him to practice not getting too excited and how to pace his energy instead of overexerting himself in one go. you'd take him to the back courtyard to let him train with his quirks and then back to what had basically become his room to sit in and calm down without triggering his hybrid instincts on accident.
the bunny was adorable, and you had to admit he had a strong quirk--one of the strongest you'd seen. but, it was those damned bunny instincts that got him in trouble.
when one of the top heroes in the country called you up asking for one of his kids to be transferred into your care from his last trainer for something more "mature" than his teen trainer, you obviously agreed. it wasn't by declining requests from high profile heroes that got you this mansion after all.
you watched videos of the bunny, analyzing all his faults and weaknesses to be able to break them down. most of your hybrid clients eventually developed your mansion as a safe space for them. it was your job to break them out of their habits and then, as a reward, they were allowed to feed into them in your home when their training was over. shoto was just too cute though--you couldn't help but let him feed into it every now and then.
the trainer he had during his adolescence was shit, you decided. because, your poor bunny always failed to get his instincts in check while you were sparring with him. he'd use all his energy fast and get tired quickly, or (despite his stoic demeanour) he'd get too excited and then end up fucking up his move or use too much of his quirk. part of you questioned if he got any training at all despite the ones listed in his file.
you leaned against one of the pillars at the top of the staircase leading to your front doors, arms crossed as you watched the familiar limo pull up around the curve before parking directly in front of your home.
a smile tugged on your lips as you watched the hero, tall, strong, with one fluffy bunny ear white as snow and the other red as an apple step out of the vehicle.
shoto looked up as he got to his feet, giving you a small wave, and polite, "hi y/n," as he went to the back to get his bags.
you waved back, "hello shoto." your eyes travelled along his entire body, down each muscle and area he'd be training later. they lingered a little too long on his ass, that cute little tail wiggling as he picked up his second bag from the trunk. what a gorgeous little thing.
your hand slipped to the small of his back as he approached you, guiding him into the grand doors of your estate, "patrol was good? no issues? or injuries?"
shoto nodded, shook his head, then shook his head again with soft hums accompanying each like a good boy. he always answered your questions so nicely, his hands both in front of him as he carried his bags towards his room, your hand right there to lead him. but this time, he was more twitchy. you glanced at his tail, it hadn't stopped wagging since he got there.
now that you were looking at him, you started to notice blaring warning signs: flushed cheeks, ears that never seemed to settle, shaky hands, a glazed look in his eyes. oh, no fucking way. the stars must have aligned for you, because it seemed like endeavour had sent his precious, favourite son to your estate while in heat. and did that ever send heat down your own body.
as shoto walked into his room, you didnāt miss the way he hesitated when leaving your touch. he put his bags onto the bed, fidgeting with his hands instead of opening them, like there was something inside he didnāt want you seeing.
"shoto." you called from the doorway, voice firm.
the bunny immediately snapped his head to look at you, cheeks flushing further if that was possible as he saw the way you were staring at him like you already knew there was sex toys in his bag. ones he had grabbed on his way out before his dad could see him snatch them from the birthday gift bag mina had gifted them in. it was a half-joke, but he had felt so empty and needy since morning.
"y-yes?" he asked. oh, the poor thing was worse off than you thought. his neutral, quiet demeanour was already crumbling and you hadn't even done anything to him.
you took slow steps into the room--the proximity and your gaze that never left him causing shoto to pout, his bottom lip jutting out like a dirty bunny who knew it was about to get caught. when you stopped, only a few feet away from him, you reached a hand out to cover his on the bag. "are you in heat?"
that caused shoto to actually crumble. his tail twitched anxiously and he opened his mouth a few times without actually saying anything until he settled on, "yeah..."
"awww, poor baby... how come your daddy didnāt let you stay home for the week?" you cooed, your hand moving to thread soft fingers through his hair, gently scratching his ears. your teeth bit your bottom lip to stop the groan threatening to come out after hearing him whine.
"he said the training is too important to miss. a-and that i should learn how to fight properly during my heat too... he says it's an excuse." shoto answered, pushing his head into your hand as his body screamed for more touch from one of the only people he really trusted.
you frowned at that, you'd always known endeavour was a hardass, but forcing a hybrid (bunny no less) to train during his heat was cruel. before your mouth could voice your concerns, your eyes caught gaze at the bag he had been shamefully trying to avoid you seeing the insides of and your curiosity made it first. with a nod, you asked, "what's in the bag?"
todoroki became even redder if that was possible, his ears tucking over his face to hide himself. "just my hero costume." he mumbled so quiet you wondered if his heat was making him shrink into a bunny too.
"shoto." you tilted your head, watching him with a fond gaze. he wasn't subtle at all, but he was so embarrassed. if endeavour really did see heats as just an excuse for hybrids to get special treatment, maybe shoto wasn't used to actually treating his. without anymore patience in you to remain curious, you leaned closer to whisper, "you know, only dirty bunnies hide things."
now it was shoto's tongue being bitten as he held back a whimper. his hands were clasping each other between the two of you. and god, did your professionalism leave the second he walked through your doors--not that you ever had much for him to begin with. but, could anyone blame you? japan's most promising rookie hero was in your mansion once a week, sweaty, tired, cute, and occasionally with an involuntary hard-on. it was only natural you do something about it. and even if they did blame you, being a private trainer meant no boss could fire you for staring a little too long or touching a little too high. plus, you were too good at your job for anyone to stop coming.
one of your hands squeezed his as it rested atop of his bag, urging him to open it, while the other hand moved down to sit on his neck, pulling a little shiver from the bunny. "will you open it for me, shoto?"
your question, with your voice so low and smooth, made todoroki crumble. he had shame, of course, but you were also his trainer that he was supposed to obey. and dear god, did he ever want to obey you right now if it meant you'd keep touching his overheated skin.
he turned away from you, slowly unzipping the bag with shaky hands while his bunny ears gradually peeled away from his face just in time for you to see his bright red cheeks as the vibrating dildo came into view.
"i didnāt buy it for myself. mina got it as some joke for my birthday-" he started to immediately defend himself, not even daring to glance at your reaction for fear of you seeing him as nothing but a dirty bunny sneaking sex toys into your home.
"shh, it's okay. it's a good one. have you used it yet?" you asked calmly, voice so void of judgement it made his skin heat up further--and not from embarrassment this time.
somehow, answering that question made him feel more vulnerable than you seeing the toy itself. "no." he whispered, voice already breathy as his heat-addled mind provided images of your hands pushing it inside him.
shoto shook from the imaginary feelings of the vibrations pushing through his body. his stupid heat that his dad had brushed off that morning was making him whimper and lean closer to you with the whispered plea of, "can i?" like you were in charge of his pleasure, and fuck, did that do something to you.
"of course, sweetheart. you can use it alllll night." you replied, turning him around to make him face you in your arms again.
endeavour could be an asshole, you could hate him all you wanted for how bitchy he was during progress meetings, but you'd give him a million dollars as thanks for giving you his gorgeous son. his gorgeous son who was staring at your lips like he'd start crying if he couldn't kiss them soon.
"really?" he asked for confirmation. he couldn't believe someone was giving him space to experience his heat fully, and help him with it. when you nodded, your hands going to hold his pretty face, he lost the rest of his shame and leaned in, pressing his lips against yours like a desperate man.
the two of you kissed with the same feverish urgency by the time a few minutes passed. he tried to pull you to the bed, hands shaking half from hesitancy and half from desperation, but you prolonged his torture by making him stay standing with his lips on yours.
todoroki whined, uncertain fingers pulling at the fabric of your shirt and pants like he'd die if you didnāt fuck him soon, which--judging by the tent in his pants and the heat of his skin--you were starting to think he might.
that was how japan's most promising ended up on your lap, fucking himself hard and fast on your dick. he had skipped your fingers, begging you to fill him up with the big thing instead of making him work his way up. even though he should have been a tight little virgin, his hole easily accepted your intrusion, stretching around you with the slick he had practically been dripping. after immediately sitting flush against your hips, he began bouncing himself up and down without much coordination.
you groaned, hands gripping his hips to pull him down to a stop when he came for the second time. "alright, that's enough."
your mumble caused shoto to whine loud, the debauched noise tearing through the usually stoic hero. "no, no! please! please, i need more~." he begged, rolling his hips against you even as you tried to hold him still. his aching hole needed more fucking, he needed to feel you hitting his prostate more or he would go insane--he was sure of it. his ass dripped around your shaft from slick, rolling down to your thighs.
your hands tightened and you rolled him onto his back, hovering above him with your hands moving to his waist. shoto shook violently as he felt your cock slip out of his warm, welcoming hole. "y/n, please~..." he pleaded.
"baby, i'm still here. i just changed positions." you assured him as you slid back into his fluttering entrance, making the poor little bunny moan. "my poor bunny..."
todoroki whimpered as you cooed at him, his ears twitching while his tail tried to wag beneath him. "t-thank you." he moaned when you bottomed out, tip pressed right up against his bruised prostate.
"of course, sweetheart. you're too cute to say no to, i have half the mind to keep you here on a cute little leash." you replied, only half teasing as you began to slowly thrust into him, his hips wiggling back against you in an attempt to feel you deeper.
his eyes rolled back at your words. him, a rich, successful, strong hero, reduced to being your little bunny on a red leash and white collar. it brought him embarrassingly close to summing. he'd blame it on the heat in the morning, if he wasn't already in a collar tied to your bed frame by then. "please do that... just keep fucking me forever."
you were convinced he knew what he was doing. there was no doubt in your mind that somewhere in that heat-addled mind, todoroki knew he was saying the right things to make you thrust into him hard and fast until his back was arching off the bed. just to be mean, and make it clear you knew what he was up to, you reached a hand down and grasped the pink rabbit vibrator.
the sight of it made you chuckle, "rabbit for a bunny, huh? that's so slutty of you, cutie." you flicked on the toy, feeling it start vibrating in your hand.
as if knowing what was coming despite how foggy his brain was, shoto's body trembled in anticipation and fear for the impending pleasure. when you pressed it against his tip, he let out a scream, hands darting out to wrap around your shoulders and pull you flush against him. "t-too m-much..." he shook out, dick already leaking more precum despite having just orgasmed moments prior.
"oh, bunny..." you cooed, brushing the hair out of his sweaty face with your free hand while your other tormented his red dick with his toy. "i told you you could use it all night." you leaned in closer to whisper, "and we're gonna use it alllll night."
another squirt of cum hit your stomach, but the way his ass clenched around you, making sure you stayed inside, told you he wasn't done. even if he was starting to cry into your neck between nibbles and gentle sucking to your skin.
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taking a video while heās fucking me in any position he wants just to send it to the other hoes and assholes begging to fuck me. gotta show them what was actually allowed to have a piece of this somehow. and he's so smug about it too because why would he be threatened if he's my favourite?
fucking him and his face is buried in my pillows that have love spells tucked into their cases... yet he still wonders why even after he leaves all he can think about is how badly he needs to be filled.
a/n: a little something something bc ykw i'm pissed off at not having a valentine the other day.
warnings: dom!reader, sub!character, gn!reader (words like dick and cock used but can be read as a strap-on), gags, blindfold, headphones, sensory deprivation, handcuffs, anal sex, praise, dacryphillia, hickeys, mentions of vibrators, spankings, ignoring(?), and overstimulation, what if i start sending you guys in blind
"you know..." you started to murmur despite knowing he couldn't hear you. how could he? his ears were covered with noise cancelling headphones, his eyes covered by a blindfold, his mouth gagged, and his arms handcuffed above his head. he couldn't sense a damn thing but your presence looming over him.
your hand lifted up one side of the headphones, leaning close to whisper, "i could keep you like this forever and you wouldn't be able to do a thing. you'd just have to take whatever i gave you."
it was mean, of course, but he had been so fucking annoying it was making you want to ruin him beyond belief. your words made him tremble and something between a gag and a whine pushed past the ball between his lips.
"donāt complain. it's your fault for being away for a week. you're mine, remember that? you aren't anyone else's and yet you were off with someone else for valentine's day." you kiss your teeth instead of his lips and it makes him squirm beneath you.
he's trying to apologize. you know that, but it doesn't mean you have any sympathy or desire to hear his pathetic excuses. your hand returns the headphones to his ear and once again he's left floating in a void of nothing except the vague sensation of you nearby.
he wants to reach to you so badly, his arms flexing against the handcuffs to no avail. he didnāt mean to make you so upset. but, then again, what was he expecting leaving for a week because of whatever reason he had?
"breathe, baby." you whisper to the air, knowing he probably feels your words inside him anyways. gentle fingers travel up his sides, along his ribcage and up to his chest with featherlight touches that make him tremble. regardless of how rude your darling was, he sure did know how to obey. watching him take slow, deep breaths around his gag as drool began to slip past his lips made you smile fondly at him.
he wishes so dearly that he could see it. the break in your well-deserved agitation with him was all he was thinking of in his mind--along with how much he'd worship you afterwards to show he was sorry.
his arms flexed yet again against the metal handcuffs, making them clink against your headboard so sweetly to your ears. taking his senses away was a blessing and a curse in your mind. on one hand, it was a good punishment for your darling. though, it was equally torturous for you to not be able to see and hear the wonderful reactions you loved so truly.
inch by inch, you took your time thrusting back into your beloved's waiting hole. it was gaping and sloppy--having already been stretched and filled with lube. you weren't giving him pain. instead, you were making sure he felt as little as possible so that everything he did feel was miles more intense than usual.
"mmmng..." he whined around the rubber, back arching off the mattress as he attempted to meet your hips halfway. somehow, the slowness of your actions, each so strategically thought out, was worse than the feeling of you roughly pounding into him and spanking his ass when he did something bad.
your hands met his wandering hips, pushing them gently but firmly back down to the bed and pinning them there. "ah ah, no. bad boy." you cooed, lightly flicking the angry red tip of his dick with a finger.
the motion made his whole body jerk, drops of pre-cum immediately coating the head of his cock as his whining got louder. his breathing picked up and he squirmed upon feeling you continue to gradually bottom out in his needy ass. he'd take anything you gave him, really he would. he just wished he could apologize to you properly and get his senses back.
it wasn't the vibrator, or the spankings, or the multiple orgasms that he hated most as punishment, it was the ones that restricted him from having you.
when you had left him alone to ride a dildo mounted to the floor and only returned after he had cum twice, he had been sobbing and begging you to forgive him. this was no different, though at least you were still here with him. despite your touch, he could feel the tears building up behind the blindfold from nothing other than pure unbridled desire to see you and hear you and touch you.
with each long drag of your dick along his walls as you pull out only to push back in at a similar agonizing pace, he started to feel his breaking point. he could feel his orgasm building, the heat in his tummy coiling up, and his thighs clenching. but, fuck, he wanted to cum while holding you. he wanted to see you and hear your sweet words as you talked him through it.
"mmmmm~!" he moaned louder, his squirming becoming more frequent as he pulled against the cuffs. it was only when you saw the first tear slip through his blindfold that you smirked and lifted a hand to the ball between his lips.
even a mere lean forward had him writhing beneath you, trying ever so desperately to ward off his own orgasm that was teetering over the edge from the feeling of you being so deep inside him. as the ball was slowly pulled away from his sore mouth, he quickly shut it, swallowing his own drool and attempting to compose himself.
"is there something you wanna say, baby?" your voice was honey to his ear as you lifted one side of the headphones to speak to him. he had to bite his lip to keep from crying out--his legs clenching together in fear of summing on the spot.
"p-please, i'm hic i'm sorry! i'm so sorry, i'll make it up to you, i promise. i-ngh~! i'm only yours... i swear i wasn't with anyone else. please let me h-hold you. i wanna..." your poor darling can't even finish his adorable begging as he dissolves into pathetic panting, doing his hardest to hold back on summing even as you continue to slowly fuck into his pulsing hole.
"i wanna see you..." he finally manages to get out, sounding so whiny and miserable that it makes you sigh. "please?"
there was the cherry on top. even if you would never deny yourself the pleasure of watching your sweetheart cling to you as he cums--accompanied by tears falling down his eyes and incoherent blabbers falling out of his mouth--you feign reluctance as you undo his blindfold and handcuffs.
the second he can see you again, it's like an angel in front of him. he can't help but instantly wrap his arms around your neck and pull you down on top of him with a surprising burst of energy despite feeling so weak.
"shhhh, it's okay. i forgive you... i guess. you gonna cum for me now? show me who you belong to?" you purr into his ears, freshly free from the headphones and swimming in all the noises they'd missed.
"nghh... mhmmm. you..." he mumbles, clenching tightly around you as he feels you speed up, fucking his leaking hole with more vigour now that you can see how desperate he's become. your pretty little thing has gone dumb with how much he missed you.
"i know, baby. that's right, you do belong to me. can you cum for me, sweetheart? can you do that?" you ask, a trace of mockery dripping into your tone. your self restraint isn't strong enough when all he can do is moan without a thought in the world.
he answers you with nodding, his face pressed into the crook of your neck, before latching onto your precious skin to sloppily suck on it--his mouth feeling suddenly empty without the gag. as much as he tries to wrap his legs around your waist and keep you pressed even closer against him, he's shaking too badly. all they can do is fall open and give you better access to his warm, spongey walls.
your hands roam his body, making him sigh dreamily at the sensation he had been craving. whoever said taking away all the senses made touch more intense was a liar, because the feeling of having them back made your hands feel like heaven. each touch of your lips against the side of his face and head made him tighten his hold on you from both his arms and his ass. he needed you taking care of him. he needed to experience every bit of you. forget nulling his senses, he wanted them to be overwhelmed with your being.
with a gasp, he cums, biting down on your neck and whimpering loud. he holds you so tightly you almost think he's upset until you see the blissed out look on his face.
"easy baby, good boy. you did so well. did that feel good?" you coo softly, grinning as you watch him nod with tears streaming down his face and hiccups making his body shake. "yeah? awww, what a darling i have. can you tell me what 2 + 2 is?"
you just can't help it, not when your darling is so adorable and fucked out that he can't even think. after your question processes, he pouts, hiding his face in your shoulder and pretending he's annoyed you'd be so mean as to belittle him like that when he's still around your dick. really, he can't understand what you're asking him even though he knows it's easy, and it's making his dick hard again.
nanami, JUNICHIRO, diluc, GYOMEI, satan, denki, your favs <3
if my love for sex and the city wasn't evident by my navigation/welcome page i'm making it clear right now because ykw, samantha absolutely was right. play the game like a man and men will respond like the women you want them to be. pull away when they're not being reciprocative enough? get 'i missed you' texts. tell them you'll fuck them with a dick bigger than theirs? get calls of them telling you how wet their pussy is for you.
holaa!! could I please šš½ request for sub Gojo who cries during sex because he loves you so much
a/n: for you my lovely š¤²
CRY FOR ME
warnings: sub!gojo, dom!reader, gn!reader (terms like dick and cock used but could be read as strap-on), crying, anal sex, praise
satoru's eyes are gorgeous, always have been, but there was something so enticing about seeing them filled with tears. he was such a sensitive little thing despite how strong he was--always struggling to handle everything you gave him but wanting a million times more just because it was coming from you.
the beautiful blue orbs staring up at you as you slowly rocked your hips into his needy hole that craved nothing but you was enough to have your body swimming with heat. even more when they began to flood with salty tears that resembled crystals more than sorrow. he was so devoted to you it made the chemicals in his body go haywire.
gojo had a habit of getting sentimental while you fucked him, his eyes lighting up like stars as he bit his lip to keep from sobbing openly as you treated his body gently with so much love and care.
punishments, rewards, and everything in between were all the same with the jujutsu world's strongest. he was always so sensitive and tearful, streaks of water staining his cheeks and making the soft lights bounce off him so beautifully.
"i love you." he breathed between sobs, his voice cracking on the word as he reached shaking hands up to your face. all he wanted was to hold you, to have your touch on him and his touch on you and keep you close. if making sure you stayed meant having your dick up his ass for the rest of his life, he'd do it so long as he got to cry into your shoulder with soft hiccups while he slept.
"i love you too, beautiful." you whispered, smiling softly at him as you leaned down to kiss his soft lips with as much gentleness as you gifted the rest of him.
satoru gasped into your mouth, opening up for you instinctively and letting you slide your tongue into him. he was more than willing to let more of you inside him, even if it meant you'd taste the tears streaming down his face from his own adoration. his arms wrapped around you tighter, pulling you down closer to him until you were entirely against him. the motion made his hole clench around you pleasantly, approving of having your hips flush against his own.
"shhhh, it's okay. i'm here, baby. i'm not going anywhere." you assured him, like you always did when he was like this. as much as the sight of him sobbing in your arms made you feel like you could die happily, you had enough love for the man to make sure he wasn't seriously worried about the stories he makes up in his head again.
your hips rolled against his in small circles, keeping your gorgeous lover preening under you and moaning through his cries. yes, he was fine. more than fine actually.
"i love you." he repeated again between quick, short breaths, before repeating the phrase like a mantra, "i love you, i love you, i love you-" over and over again like he needed you to hear it, needed you to know how he'd do anything you could possibly want no matter how humiliating or degrading it may be. gojo needed more than anything for you to know how much he loved you, and to feel you love him back--something you were more than willing to give him.
"i know, satoru. i love you too." you whispered softly against his lips, pressing soft kisses between his prayers to your heart in order to make him breathe.
he hasn't even cum yet but he still feels so overstimulated. it's a good feeling though, one that courses through his veins and results in your pillows being soaked on either side of his head with his increasing flow of tears. his face is wet but it just makes him look that much more ethereal--like a little angel, destined to worship you as its god.
the sight is enough on its own to bring you to your high, watching the man of six eyes have them all focused on you. a majority of the strongest's energy was being used to convey his obsession, and whatever was left to desperately keep you inside him. you'd think he was trying to trap you with his cursed energy with how tightly he held your cock inside him.
even the slightest movement from you felt like it was met with a pleading wish to stay burrowed deep inside his warm ass.
as if reading your mind, satoru's eyes stay locked on you like a trance as you cum, "all yours." he murmured, hands pawing at you to keep you close and legs wrapping around your waist to keep you from pulling out.
now, you could really feel his cursed energy as he used the little strength he had left after his mind numbing orgasm to keep you from moving. you hadn't even realized he'd cum at the same time as you--so desperate to be with you that even his red, throbbing dick had lined up its release with yours. though, the pale, creamy coloured liquid on his tummy was enough to prove to you it had happened.
satoru whimpered into your neck, eyes rolling back as he felt you roll onto your side, taking him with you to lie on top of you while not leaving his dripping hole. he rested his head on your chest, listening to the beating of your heart like it was the thing keeping his own body alive. his hands wrapped around you, matching the way your own wrapped around him.
his tears didnāt stop, nor did the way he continued to whisper i love you's into your ear, waiting for you to say it back before repeating it again like it would kill him for you to spend even a second questioning if he did or not.
even as the night went on and he eventually fell asleep on top of you, he had let you clean him up but refused to let your cock leave him. the feeling of having you attached to him in such an intimate way made his heart swell and tears prick his eyes even as he slept, his cursed energy pulsing steadily to keep you buried deep in him.
he's already covered in so many liquids. his skin is sticky from a mix of cum, sweat, saliva, and tears. under the moonlight from the window, it makes him glisten like a diamond--a slutty diamond that keeps crying for more and less at the same time.
every inch of his skin feels like it's on fire. the tingling sensation hasn't gone away since his first orgasm, and that was three ago. it's almost as if there's a wave of sensation washing over him each time you lazily stroke his cock, and the tide has no intentions of going out any time soon.
"nghhh... please..." he begged, voice barely above a mumble and so slurred you almost want to tell him you donāt understand him just to watch him whimper at the thought of using what little energy he has left to repeat it. however, the trail of drool dripping from his mouth persuaded you to give your darling a break.
"please what, my baby?" you ask in response, a hand coming up to his face to cup it and glide your thumb under his eyes, wiping away the tears only to have them replaced immediately with new ones.
he bites his lip, a gorgeous note of whine and moan leaving him as he blinks up at you with bleary, glossed over eyes. if it was possible, you'd say he looked more distressed after you asked the question, his pretty head shaking as he hiccuped.
"i donāt... i donāt know..." he cried pitifully, breaths coming out in short gasps as he arched into your fingers.
your hand moved down, grazing his balls just to watch him flinch before reaching his loose, wet, raw hole that clenched around nothing under your gaze. it pulsed, blinking at you like it was both desperate and afraid of you entering it again. not that it would hurt anyways, after all, it was leaking lube down between his cheeks and onto the bed beneath him.
"well... you have to tell me something, sweetheart." you told him. the condescension in your voice laced over mock comfort made him preen and blush. everything was just so fucking overwhelming. you could touch the tip of his nose and he'd sob.
his breathing picked up again, unfocused eyes watching you like you were the only thing keeping him even vaguely grounded. you looked so put together compared to him. just staring at the way your skin was soft and dry, your hair was still nice, and your expression was still sobered all made him want to curl up from embarrassment and arousal.
he opened his mouth again, trying to say something, anything, but he didnāt know what he wanted. all he knew was that he felt like he was high and also deep in some broken version of his mind at the same time. his shaking hands reached up to wrap around your neck, wanting you closer despite how sensitive he was and mewling into your shoulder when you conceded, pressing your perfect body and clean skin against his ruined, messy one.
"awww, my sweet baby." you cooed into his ear, voice soft and everything he needed for his eyes to roll back and his legs to fall open again, begging you for more even if he was already so shattered from what you had given him.
"please..." he begged again, voice trailing into a soft breath as you smiled down at his pitiful form.
"please, what?" you asked again, fingertips trailing slowly up his thighs, hips, sides, and ribs before going down again. his whole body quivered under the touch, trembling like a leaf, or a delicate butterfly fluttering in your palm.
"m-more." he whispered, face blossoming into a bright red from shame as he let out a soft plea for more despite how much you had already given him.
"as you wish, my love." you whispered, pressing a kiss to his forehead and making him sob before burying his face in your neck.
your hand wrapped around his dick and he screamed against your skin, biting it to try and stop the whole neighbourhood from hearing. but, when your other hand slowly circled a finger around his rim before pushing into his sloppy, wet hole, he couldn't hold back the way his hoarse voice broke through the walls of your bedroom.
by morning, you'd have the city filing a complaint that would swiftly be thrown in the trash as you brought your darling back to bed for another dozen rounds.
YUJI, giyuu, kaeya, SIGMA, mammon, haibara, shigaraki, your favs <3
a/n: guess who's baaaaack š i've decided to open requests back up for a little bit to get new inspo but donāt worry i'll still be working through my old ones. missed you lovelies!!
I've just recently discovered your blog and I wanted to ask, because of the kind of fics that you write, if you're fine with someone in the 16-18 age group interacting with your works? I didn't see a MDI anywhere but I did see your age, so I felt I should ask. If that makes you uncomfortable you don't have to worry I'll be on my way
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i'm gonna be honest and if this gets me cancelled oh well it's been fun guys. but honestly... i was reading smut on wattpad at like 10. a 16-18 year old won't be much different than an 18 year old and tbh i feel like there's just so much worse on the internet especially with ai and whatnot that i honestly would prefer if someone is reading my stuff instead of going on character ai or something. so yes!! welcome!! :)
ā dom reader x (any) bratty sub character. notes: hi? i apparently donāt know how to write
that one junior from work who keeps getting on your nerves. the one who is nice to everyone but for some reason acts like you are the worst thing that has ever happened to him. so obedient and nice to the others, like an adorable lost puppy as he looks up at them with innocence, however somehow for you, anything but a scorn will be reserved on his face. eyes glaring at you as if youāre a bug meant to be squished. you shouldnāt let it get to you, like really, after all youāre supposed to be the older, smarter and more mature senior. the one who guides their coworkers with kindness and patience. surely, snapping at someone like him would purely just be a waste of time.
so why is it that he is now sitting on your lap with his hands cuffed behind his back. the soaked blindfold covering his eyes as his sobs echo in your room. body trembling within your hold like a fragile little thing but all yours to handle. its cute the way his legs jerk and his head goes lax when you roughly pump his dick, squeezing and rubbing him in all the right places. ās-sorry ouff māsorry pleas-AHā, his cute little cries tickle the sane part of your brain to shut down so whatever reason that had entered was thrown out the window just now. that sinfully sweet body of his was now covered in reddish-blue traces of your ownership and truth be told, he couldnāt have been more happier.
āyou should have known better, you fucking bratā, and embarrassingly enough, you being the reason of his ruin was exactly what made his brain go numb. so for now, all he could do was just whine, sob and suffer under the torture of your hands, unknowingly bringing you down with him in this rabbit hole.
wriothesley couldn't keep his tongue in his mouth anymore. it lolled out and his brain was too fogged to figure out how to get it back in. he couldn't help it, not when he was bent over your lap like this with only the tips of his toes touching the ground and his hands behind his back under the lock of handcuffs.
his tummy was pressed against your thighs, his chest hanging over the side of your legs and heaving as he panted. a string of drool dripped from his open mouth down onto the carpet floor, the sight making him whine with embarrassment. he pushed back against your hand that was resting on his ass.
"shhh. cutie, your tail." you told him softly but firmly as you felt his bushy tail whip against you from his own arousal and humiliation. your free hand went to his tail, catching it and running your hand along it to calm it down. eventually, it eased its quick whips and wrapped around your waist instead.
"sorry..." the wolf hybrid mumbled, face flushed as he tugged on the handcuffs again on instinct. he had been doing that every time he wanted to cover his face, trying his hardest only to be restricted by the cuffs you put on him. his wrists were practically red from his attempts. despite that though, when you asked him if you should take them off, he shook his head with more embarrassment from the question than he should have felt. he knew you were just looking out for him, being nice even during his punishment, but he didnāt want to get the easy way out on a spanking. that was just humiliating to his instincts.
the spankings in question were a result of being so snippy with you after his meetings, and evidently, had made him leak against your thigh. his cock was throbbing against your leg, hard and leaking precum down your knee.
"you're doing so good, my cute little wolf." you whispered, even though he was anything but little or cute. wriothesley blushed harder at your petnames though, his instincts wanting to bare his teeth at you to make you correct it. however, his body, brain, and heart, all seemed to react pleasantly to it in a way that made him tingle all over.
your hand raised again, slapping down on his plump ass and making the fat jiggle from the impact. his ass rippled like small waves from the hit and you cooed with a soft "aww," and chuckle.
"w-what?" he asked, his voice barely above a squeak as he tried to figure out why you were laughing. when he was answered with another firm spank, he groaned, eyes rolling back as his head fell forward again. his mouth fell open again, jaw incapable of staying closed at this point as you hit his red, stinging skin again.
the movement made his body sway forward on your lap, bare dick rubbing your clothed thighs.
"you're just so cute, and you have such a perfect fucking ass. i love that it's all mine. i'm gonna fuck it so good later when you're done your punishment. then you'll be all sensitive... and pink... and your hole will twitch around me every time i touch your ass... i should make you ride me~." you mused to yourself, listing off thing after thing that made your adorable wolf squirm and shake in your lap. his soft whines and moans filled the room as he couldn't help but imagine the nasty, filthy, dirty things you were saying.
"shut up and just finish already." he snapped, and immediately as the words left him, he regretted them, knowing you'd use them as an excuse to abuse his sensitive, soft flesh more. it wasn't like he was mad about your words either, in fact, his cock was leaking even more from them. it was those stupid wolf instincts of his that made him act out.
the sound of your hand slapping against his skin filled the room and he whimpered loudly. "i'm sorry! i'm sorry~, i didnāt mean it..." he yipped like a dog, hoping you'd have mercy on him.
"such a mean wolfie i have... do i need to spank you more? i mean, you are so pretty all red like that, but i thought you'd want a reward soon for taking it all so well." you pouted, rubbing his burning butt in circles with your palm.
his eyes fluttered shut at the act and he pulled at his handcuffs again, this time wanting to wrap his arms around your thighs for something to hold onto.
"no... please no more... i w-want a reward... i've been so good." wriothesley mumbled, his words slurred as more drool dripped to the floor. you knew he probably deserved more spankings, but you lost count after 20 and he was so cute begging for a reward like that. he wanted more of your praise; you could tell from how his hips rocked against your thighs to try and get more friction on his hard dick and how his tail tightened around your waist,
"you have been so good, my sweet wolf. so fucking good. who's my good wolf, hm?" you cooed, your voice so sweet on his ears he could practically feel it on his skin.
"m-me..." he whimpered, trying his best to look at you over his shoulder.
your hands carefully lifted him up, settling him to sit on your lap instead with his legs half numb as you nodded. "yes, that's right. you are my good wolf, baby~. you did so well. and you looked so fucking pretty the whole time. you're gonna be a good wolf for me now, right? no more being a brat?"
your gentle cooing like he was something precious combined with the way your hands rubbed his sides up and down from his chest to his hips made wriothesley purr like a house cat rather than a strong wolf. he nodded, whining pitifully as he laid his head down on your shoulder and let his body slump fully against yours for support.
he could forget about his aching cock for now, and his ass was basically a thought of the past even as it now burned from being pressed against your thighs. all of his focus was on your whispered sweet nothings and how they felt like honey to his soul. his ears twitched to your direction, wanting to hear you better and have all your praise and compliments engraved on his heart.
wriothesley never wanted to get off your lap, he never wanted to disobey you again either. he just wanted to keep pleasing you if it meant hearing you call him pretty and tell him how much you wanted to fuck him. when you undid his handcuffs, he didnāt even move his arms at first, too hellbent on wanting to please you by keeping them behind his back. when you told him it was okay, your hands gently rubbing the raw skin, he immediately wrapped his arms around your torso, hugging you tightly and curling his body around you.
he'd stay there so long as you kept giving him soft kisses and sweet praises, and you had no intention of stopping anytime soon.
a/n: uni is kicking my ass right now š¤
the event this post is a part of (āøāø> į“ā¢āøāø)
Hi. Not meaning to be rude, but in one of your recent posts about some of the MHAs' guys' reactions to wanting to date new Hero reader, it's marked as gn. But there is at least one instance in Kirishimas' part where you use the pronouns 'her' when Mina asks Kirishima 'if he wants to gout out with her or just sleep with them'. I'm genuinely not trying to be rude. I just thought you might want to know.
omg ty for letting me know. it's all fixed now! i donāt proofread my stuff ever unless i'm taking a glance at it later so i do appreciate it! <3
