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 don’t 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 don’t... i don’t 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 didn’t 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 😛 i've decided to open requests back up for a little bit to get new inspo but don’t worry i'll still be working through my old ones. missed you lovelies!!
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 didn’t 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 didn’t 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 didn’t 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 didn’t 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 didn’t 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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"uh- uh-huh..." he nods vigorously when you ask him if he wants to cum again, his tummy already covered in his own white, sticky cum. beads of it roll down his sides and onto the sheets, leaving a mess that you slowly lick up with your tongue.
"ahhhh~!" he moans loud as he watches you do it, his hands clenching into fists where they lie handcuffed above his head and against the bed frame.
"are you sure? you're already such a mess, baby." you ask, your hands moving up and down his hips slowly, your tip still in his red, raw hole. it was surely bruised at this point from how much he had been demanding you keep going--begging for your brutal touch to continue until he couldn't cum anymore. he had more to give, you just weren't sure how much more before he passed out, then again, maybe that was what he wanted.
his tongue lolled out of his mouth as he exposed his neck to you again, silently begging for more love bites to litter his skin. even his eyes looked like they had little hearts in them, so love-drunk on he pleasure you were giving him he didn’t care if his body was ruined afterwards so long as he could keep chasing it for a little while longer.
"please~?" he asked in response, his voice so sweet and sincere you can't help but bottom out in him again. his hole clenched desperately around your length despite how loose you thought it'd be by now. your darling lets out a loud, high pitched, happy whine, pushing his hips back against yours as best he can in his bound position.
he smiles, biting his lip and looking up at you with a smugness that would be more prominent if he wasn't on his 4th orgasm. he knows you love his insatiable appetite, knows you love him more than anything, and knows you'll give him whatever he wants.
you tsk, glaring down at him even as an incredulous smirk is growing on your lips, "greedy slut." you lean down to whisper the words and his legs come up to wrap around your waist, forcing you closer to him.
"yours. only yours." he mumbles against your lips, kissing you with so much need and desire that you'd think he hadn't seen you for a year.
you scoff, "fucking better be how long it's gonna take me to wash these sheets."
he whimpers as you chuckle, his smugness dying down as he kisses you harder, with more urgency. his greedy ass clenches around you, his walls tightening to try and pull you deeper--pull you deep enough that you'll say something sweet to him. part of him loved when you teased him, but the shyer part was so embarrassed that it only wanted your praise and agreement of how much you adored him.
you groan and thrust harder into him, giving your sweet slut what he wants as you whisper, "yes, only mine," against his neck.
his legs squeeze your sides tighter and he gasps, eyes rolling back and entrance holding you hostage deep inside of him as he releases again. his dick squirts hot, sticky cum over both your stomachs again and this time you don’t even care about the stains that will no doubt be in the blankets later.
this time, he finally seems to be getting tired as he pants, wrists tugging on his restraints weakly again as he mumbles, "hold..."
you quickly undo the handcuffs, pulling his tired arms over your shoulders and rolling onto your back, dragging him on top of you. he nuzzles into you like a fucking bunny, not even caring about his cum that he's practically lying in.
"you're gonna clean this up for me, yeah?" you ask, already bringing two of your fingers--dripping with his cum--to his pouty, wet lips.
he nods, obediently opening his mouth and taking your fingers inside, licking them like a professional porn star. his eyes stay tracked on yours as his tongue curls around your digits, sucking gently and going so deep he gags.
you're the one who has to pull away for him to stop, a thin string of saliva connecting your fingers to his lips.
"good boy." you whisper, already scooping up more cum to deliver to him like it was dessert after such a gluttonous dinner. and he'll drink it all back up if it means you'll let him squirt it onto you again later when he's more rested.
ranpo, MAMMON, asmodeus, SHIGARAKI, gojo, douma, kaveh, YOUR FAVS <3
a/n: yes, i'm still procrastinating requests i swear they're coming... eventually...
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.
"don’t 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 didn’t 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
Cow Dazai? Breeding/Dumbification? Full creative freedom to you otherwise.
a/n: omg a bsd request 🙀 first ever let's lock in
how we do it in the countryside
what happens when cow hybrid!dazai asks countryside!reader how country cows get bred in comparison to city cows?
warnings: sub!dazai, dom!reader, gn!reader, dazai has a pussy, reader has a cock, piv sex, breeding, dumbification, spanking, creampie, slight pregnancy kink, pussy plug mentioned
oh, your poor, poor, sweet cow... he was so fucked out of his mind. dazai had wanted it. he had even begged for it. but now, it seemed like too much.
dazai was on his hands and knees, your hand holding him up by his cute little tail with the black tuft of fur on the end. curiosity killed the cat, and apparently the cow too as you thrust your hips into him at a bruising pace, not giving him a lick of mercy. after all, he was the one who wanted to know how country cows were bred. it wasn't your fault that city cows were treated so much more delicately than their farm-owned counterparts. if anything, it should make him grateful by the end of your little breeding session.
the detective whined pathetically, his arms shaking and threatening to collapse entirely as his entire body rocked forward with each punishing snap of your hips. "y-you know... you could ah~ go slower than that!"
your sweet cow's complaint fell on deaf ears as you tugged his tail just hard enough to make him writhe and push back against you to make it stop. "nope. if we're going to get you bred, we can't do it half-assed. i thought you were smart enough to know that's not how it works, baby."
your condescending pat on his head combined with your fond chuckle like he was some dumb little pet made dazai's head spin, his brain filling with fog as if you were actually making him dumber.
"that's not... that's not what i meant..." he mumbled, a frowning pout on his face as he pushed his hips back against you weakly. suddenly, he felt the urge to help you fuck him harder to prove he wasn't stupid.
"awwww... it's okay, baby. you don’t worry your pretty little head about it and just let your owner fill your womb with cum, okay?" you cooed with a mocking edge, petting his hair and scratching his soft ears while your other hand released his tail to instead grip his hip. you had to give him a little something softer to cling onto with what little brain cells were left working in him while your hips slammed into his.
dazai's ass jiggled with each thrust of your hips. every time your cock filled his pussy to the brim, he gasped, his walls clenching around you desperately even as you were already slipping back out of him to repeat the process. he felt like his fucking brain was melting. every minute he spent like this was another minute spent making him feel like nothing more than a stock breeding cow. it wasn't your fault of course, you just wanted to fully immerse him in the experience!
that reasoning was why your hand came down hard to spank his ass as you pulled out so only your tip was penetrating his tight entrance.
he yelped cutely, making you want to spank him again but you knew that would just be mean. "what the hell was that for?!" dazai cried, looking back at you over his shoulder with watery eyes.
"in the countryside, cow hybrids aren't allowed to hit their owners with their tails." you told him easily, like you weren't on cloud nine from treating your prissy little city cow like nothing but livestock. he didn’t even realize his tail had been swishing around so hard after you let go of it.
dazai opened his mouth to retaliate, only to glance back at it and see it swishing back and forth. suddenly, his tail was tucking between his legs shyly and he turned his head back to facing forward. he didn’t feel like he had anything to say anymore. with a gentle rub to his ass, you whispered a soft, "good boy," unable to resist rewarding your sweet cow at least a little bit for taking such rough treatment so well.
moments later, dazai's arms collapsed for real on the bed and his face was buried in the pillow as his body shook with the force of each quick thrust you were giving him. he was lucky you weren't so mean as to tell him that countryside cows had to stay upright while being bred. his pussy was so wet, leaking onto the bed beneath him. hell, he was leaking more than his tits did on a heavy day--all from the feeling of your dick stretching his walls open and the tip hitting his womb.
his eyes rolled back and he mooed. he actually mooed. and that was probably the most humiliating thing about it all. his mid was falling apart so beautifully that he was reverting to his instincts of being bred and being milked. that didn’t stop his face from flushing though.
"was that a moo, my sweet cow?" you asked, your jaw falling open in shock and your cock pulsing with barely contained release. your hips slowed down, needing to prolong this moment just a little more.
dazai shook his head fervently, wishing that if his body could pick any moment to finally give in and die, it would be right now.
"yes, you did. ohhhh, my dumb little cow... do that again. moo for your owner." you told him, practically begging as you squeezed his ass, slowly moving in and out of him in a way that made his pussy clench around you tightly, urging you to go back to the brutal thrusts from before.
"...moo~..." he conceded, his body too desperate for your cum. his mind was mush now, too focused on sex and being bred to protest any demands you had.
"good cow~." you purred, your voice low and rumbling in his ear as you fucked him deep and hard, even faster than before with the newfound fuel. dazai continued to make the noise, too high on the feeling you were giving him when he did.
he hoped you'd never go back to the countryside. the thought of you doing this to some other dumb cow hybrid on the farm, doing it to all the hybrids on the farm, to impregnate them made his tummy coil with jealousy. he'd make sure you only ever wanted to breed him, even if his mind was the cost.
dazai's hands clenched around the sheets, gripping them tightly as he pushed back weakly against you, pants and soft moos mixing in with loud moans. your dick filled him up so perfectly, all he could think about was how good you fucked him, how full he'd be afterwards full of your cum, and how round his belly and tits would be if you actually got him pregnant from this.
his body gave out when he felt your cock stop against his g spot, your thumb moving to his clit to rub it and make him convulse around you while you filled him up with a stream of hot, sticky cum. you slowly pulled out of him, rubbing his hips approvingly while you stared at the white, milky liquid filling up his hole. your hands held him up by his hips just long enough for you to get a small plug to push into his dripping pussy, your thumb holding your cum inside momentarily before the rubber replaced it.
"there we go... all nice and stuffed. you did so good, my sweet cow." you whispered, petting his hair softly as you watched the way his jaw stay slack, eyes glossy with not a single thought behind him. he mooed softly, pushing back against your hand and wiggling his ass back at you a bit. oh, you absolutely broke your darling city cow. that much was for certain. but, neither of you thought you minded--if dazai could think at all that is.
a/n: idk about you guys, but personally i'm shocked it's already december. this year has felt like 2 months and 5 years all at once
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 didn’t 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 didn’t 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 didn’t 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.
ooo what about sub Choso who you give a handjob to in a mirror and you force him to look in the mirror and poor baby just can’t handle it
a/n: and i love that, there i said it.
STARING BACK AT ME
warnings: gn!reader, dom!reader, sub!choso, handjobs, praise, pet names, light choking, messy sex idk man how do you even do warnings
"ah ah, eyes up, baby." you tutted softly, a hand coming up to choso's chin to guide it up until he was making eye contact with himself in the mirror he was bent over in front of.
he whined so prettily, his hands clenching the counter of the bathroom sink so hard you worried he'd break it. his knuckles were white and the veins on his arms were bulging.
"it's embarrassing..." the half curse whispered, his voice barely audible. your hand held his chin, making it hard for him to fully look away from himself even as his eyes went anywhere but his reflection. he could still see himself in his peripheral; the debauched scene was impossible to be unaware of with your hand holding his face.
choso tried weakly to pull his face backwards and away from your hand, only succeeding in having you push his cheeks together until he pouted cutely. your hand squeezed the base of his cock, making him whine and squirm against you.
"shhhh. you look so pretty, baby. just look at yourself. you're so fucking beautiful..." you encouraged him, slowly gliding your hand up and down his shaft. the lube you had put on it when you started now mostly on your hand or on the floor as it dripped from the warmth.
he could hear it, the sinful drip of the gel-like liquid hitting the laminate floor of the bathroom. his face flushed more--if that was even possible--as he thought about having to clean it up later. the images of this moment would flash by his eyes as he sunk down to his hands and knees to wipe it up. his arms flexed again and he moaned softly when your thumb swiped over his tip, gathering the pre-cum there.
"my pretty curse... look at how wet you are. all mine~." you practically purred, moving your hand down to gently hold his neck instead of his face. your chin rested on his shoulder, watching him with those eyes adoring eyes of yours and that teasing smirk as you watched his eyes flicker down to his dick--curiosity getting the best of him.
choso's breath hitched when he saw his red, raw, throbbing cock in your hand, covered in glistening wetness from his own pre-cum and the excessive lube you had applied earlier. he whimpered and turned away from the mirror, looking at the shower curtain like it would save him as tears filled his eyes. it was all too overwhelming. choso was already not used to accepting pleasure from you, but being forced to actually face it and watch was a whole other level he hadn't been prepared for.
your hand squeezed his neck at the same time as your other squeezed his cock, "what did i say, hm? no looking away." you scolded him softly, giving him enough to get a small head rush that pulled his attention back to the mirror.
"s-sorry..." he muttered, watery eyes meeting yours again as he bit his lip to hold back the hiccups in his throat. his cock was so hard it hurt, his balls felt tight and his lower tummy was coiled taut with heat.
when your hand clenched around him again, his jaw fell open, his breathing so heavy he didn’t even realize he was drooling, his saliva hitting the sink. the second he did realize though, by catching it in the reflection, he immediately clamped his mouth shut, his blush travelling down to his neck.
you smiled, pressing a soft kiss to his shoulder, your eyes never leaving his. they had become a grounding presence for choso, knowing that you were watching too made his heart flutter. it was a humiliating position, sure. but, you found him so pretty... he couldn't help but feel even more turned on that your eyes hadn't left him once. it was like you were looking at a painting. his dick pulsed in your grip, his body begging you for release even if he was too embarrassed to ask aloud.
your fingers slid down to his base, speeding up your motions just to hear him moan with that beautiful, breathy voice. his legs shook and you moved your hand from his neck to his tummy, pressing down firmly to hold him up. choso cried out at the pressure, his breath hiccuping despite how hard he tried to hold it back.
"you should see yourself when you cum. it's always so gorgeous. my beautiful curse..." you whispered into his ear, feeling his shoulders tremble and watching how his eyes fluttered half shut. he was forcing himself to keep his eyes open now, forcing himself to follow your orders and watch his body when he reached his high.
you smiled, slowly peppering more kisses along his neck and shoulders as you sped up your motions. it was all too much. seeing his reflection so red and sweaty, feeling your hot breath and soft lips against his neck, hearing the lube continue to drip onto the floor... choso mewled pathetically, his abs tensing against your hand as his entire body shook from his release. the white, sticky liquid coated your hand. and the counter. and his tummy along with your hand holding him up there.
drip drip drip
his cum slowly dripped onto the floor, mixing with the puddle of lube.
"i told you you were messy." you whispered teasingly, chuckling softy when you heard him whine. your sweet half curse twisted around in your hold, wrapping his tired, shaky arms around your neck as he hid his face in your hair. he wouldn't be able to get the sight out of his head for days, weeks, months, ever. every time he blinked, all he could see was his tongue struggling to stay inside his mouth, his entire body a sinful, pornographic sight as you pleasured him.
"i'm never having sex with you again." choso whispered, humiliated that you had to look at that every time you slept with him.
your eyes widened and your heart rate spiked in panic, "no, no, no, you were so pretty, baby!! you did so good. come on, let's go to bed right now." your arms tightened around him as he squirmed. you dragged him into the bedroom and onto the mattress. if he was going to threaten that, then you'd just have to keep him from leaving the bed.
a/n: i hope you enjoyed!! feel free to request again if it wasn't your cup of tea :) me when choso: (♡﹃♡)
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stripper!toji who only goes into the club a few nights a month--enough to get him money for rent and some food. he'd go more, but he's lazy and doesn't like how much he needs to give up his dignity for a few bucks as is. he focuses on lap dances, private rooms, the works that include higher bills and less eyes on him.
stripper!toji who doesn't care when you first walk into the club. his focus is on convincing the rich couple in front of him to let him be their third for the night. really, he just needs money and a warm bed. badly. you get his attention briefly, but only for him to scoff at your loud obnoxious reaction to one of the female strippers coming up to you, her boobs pushed together so much they looked like they could pop, and her sparkly lingerie set shining in the stage lights.
what really catches his attention though, is your reaction. you complimented her and gave her a $50 bill, only to send her away, telling her you weren't really interested in whatever she was offering. that gave him pause.
stripper!toji who steals the guy ahead of him's spot to go on stage, stealing the opportunity to dance from him so that he can test something. he went up as soon as you sat down with a drink. a cliché fur coat being shrugged off your shoulders and your eyes moving to him as he steps on. toji wants to see if you're really worth his time, if you're really made of money like you seem.
he's pleasantly surprised when you throw a pile of 1's his direction. he's even more pleased when he drawls towards you until he's on the edge of the stage and you stand up, your face close to his and your hand sliding down his hip until it reaches the small, tight underwear he's wearing.
"wanna blow this popsicle joint?" you whisper quiet enough that if he wasn't focusing, he wouldn't have heard it over the blaring bass of the music in the club. your fingers make it hard for him to think as he feels them pushing a few bills of cash in his underwear, right on his ass so that you have to push your hand along his plump flesh to make sure it stays--probably a little deeper than you have to.
toji glances over his shoulder as he feels your hand, trying to see how much money you were giving him, only to have your free hand guide his face back to your direction.
"there's more where that came from." are the words that come from your pretty lips that make his own mouth fall open. he nods without thinking, without considering how it was highly advised against by the club to leave with a customer, because he's 90% sure you just shoved five $100 bills in his spandex underwear.
stripper!toji who lets you help him off the stage and accepts your fur coat around his shoulders as you step out into the cold without even giving him enough time to go to the back and get his stuff. he tells one of his friends who's leaving soon to take his stuff with her, not even caring if she steals his dry shampoo again this time because with the money he was expecting to get from you, he'd be able to buy a whole stock of them.
stripper!toji who puts on a show in the living room of your fancy high-rise suite overlooking the city, sensually sliding your coat down his arms while sexy music plays over your surround sound speakers. when you cheer him on and make a pile of cash on the table for him, he smiles more genuinely than he should, his usual smirk breaking into something happier. he tells himself it's just the warmth from your heating making him blush when you tell him how pretty he is.
he touches himself for you, slides his hands along his chest and sides and sways his hips enticingly for you--and it seems like it's working when he sees your tongue dart out to wet your lips. his hands even grope his crotch, squeezing it when you tell him to hold it there. he doesn't move, doing as told and making some snarky comment that you're censoring him with his own hand. but, his confidence dies down when he sees how turned on you look watching him do that, and when he realizes how turned on he's getting by seeing you look at him like that.
stripper!toji who preps himself on your bed, his legs spread and his back against your expensive oak headboard. his fingers make obscene squelching sounds from the excessive amount of lube you squirted into him, telling him "you can't damage good merchandise."
he wouldn't have normally agreed to such a sexual act, but the sight of your soft, fancy blankets and your bed--combined with the tantalizing offer of money and a place to sleep--wore him down. now, here he was, his toes curled against your sheets, his free hand being held by yours, and his fingers curling against his own prostate per your instruction.
all you wanted to do was watch, but that was starting to piss him off. he wanted you to touch him, wanted you to take over and replace his fingers with yours. of course, you'd break eventually, settling between his legs and pressing a gentle kiss to his clenched tummy before guiding his shaky fingers out of his sopping hole.
he preened when your fingers took their spot, a hiss to hurry up dying on his tongue when you immediately pressed against his prostate like you'd been there before--like you had a map of his insides memorized. whatever it was, he wanted you to keep doing it. money be damned. you were rich and had nice hands that made him feel good, he'd stay for longer even if you didn’t want him to.
part of him wanted to know if you'd be interested in having him as your personal stripper, live-in even. he didn’t think he'd mind, and he was sure you wouldn't either with how you were mumbling praises against his abs between kisses. but, he'd have to ask sometime later, when he wasn't drooling with his legs falling open wider. sometime when your fingers weren't so determined to leave imprints on his prostate.
a/n: just a little something something for you guys while i work on getting more requests out <3
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