«NOTICE» male sub character, dom gn reader, spoiled brat char, brat tamer reader, kinda enemies to lovers, feminine male character, degrading kink (char receiving), biting.
×MEETING×
It's not exactly a meeting because you already know each other
You kinda hate each other, you Kylo thought was annoying, Kylo thought you were a teacher pet, you didn't know each other beyond that
After getting caught smoking behind the bleachers you found yourself in detention where the teacher was sleeping at his desk and some students mostly Kylo's friend group and Kylo himself was sitting next to you, you can feel him staring at you, you choose to ignore it but it got annoying so you turned to look at him
"what's up with you staring at me?"
"nothing... I wasn't staring, you're ugly anyway" he declared through his clenched teeth, you fail to notice the way his ears blush red
"what did you just say to me?"
"I said you're ugly" his voice quieted down to a mumble, Kylo was never talked to like that, everyone who did mend to him got bullied but he can't help but enjoy the way you talk to him
As you were about to beat the shit out of him the teacher began to stir in his seat, noticing the teacher was about to wake up Kylo get up from his seat dragging you with him outside
"wtf are you doing"
"do you want to get detention for walking the teacher up??"
"well no we're gonna get detention for leaving detention, imbecile!" As you continue to scold him you can't help but notice him suddenly going quiet
As you were about to call him out for it he suddenly gets on his knees in front of you
(cw: sub kyle (dont be surprised), light choking, majority of this is dirty linguistics, little plot/more porn, dumbification?, 141 overhears but its okay loll)
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You and Kyle aren’t actually boyfriends—no, you two just know the layout of each other's beauty marks, how Kyle only likes a dash of milk and two sugars in his tea, how you (oddly) wet your toothbrush with warm water before brushing your teeth, and so on and so forth. You two aren’t boyfriends, but you’re the one Kyle brings over when he and the other boys come home from being deployed.
And it’s obvious when you're home because the rest of the 141 hear when Kyle brings you home; your low, gravelly voice purring out from behind his closed door, slightly breathy from the exertion of your deep and languid thrusts. You have him on his knees, with his shoulders smushed into the bed, and his head craned back from where your hand holds under his chin.
“Kyle, you feel me?” Your voice is hot and husky on the cusp of his ear, and he clenches sporadically around you, “How deep, baby? Come on.”
"Sho—uhn! Deep, oh my god...” he trails off in a warbled whine, drool slipping from his swollen lips. He hiccups while his eyes trail into the back of his head when you roughly grind your hips into the plush mounds of his ass. You pull out three inches before you lay all your weight into your next thrust, slamming into his prostate with cruel purpose.
A gasp pushes itself out of his lungs before it breaks into a desperate moan. You let go of his chin to rest your hands on his hips, moving your thrusts into a sensual mix of speed and force—targeting his prostate with your sticky tip.
“You feel how thick I am inside you?” You tap his thigh, signaling him to give you an answer, but he’s too far gone to give you anything other than another moan. You ‘tut’ at him, “Awe, c’mon Kyle, you know better than that.” You run your hand under his body and up to his neck, grasping it, and using it to flip him onto his back.
You slip out from inside of him due to the slick mix of lube and your pre, but you ignore how he pitifully whines at the emptiness, taking your time to put yourself back in him. “Hold your legs up.” When he takes a second too long for your liking to listen to your order, you love-tap him on his cheek, allowing the sting to bring him out of his fog. Then, you get a cruel thought, and your voice comes out in a cocky octave as you say, “That’s an order, Soldier.”
With his training kicking in, he immediately brings his hands to hold the backs of his knees toward his chest, just as you like it; with a grin you wrap your hand back around his neck as you start up your thrusts once more.
Only this time, with the strain of air entering his lungs, Kyle’s moans filter through the air unabashed and pornographic—completely unaware of how red in the face his teammates are on the couch in the living room, as they try their hardest to will away their hard ons from hearing how Kyle’s pretty, not-boyfriend-boyfriend is rearranging his guts.
“you did so good in the match today..” you cooed softly, like syrup in his ears. your hips canted forward to rock into him, your tip kissing that spot deep inside of him which made him arch and grip your hair tighter.
“a-ah! t-thank you!” isagi croaked out tearfully, hole clamping tight like a hot vice around your length. you had him writhing and clinging to you on your lap, cock buried to the hilt inside of him, sweetly thrusting into him.
“i know baby. you looked so beautiful out there, making goals..” thrust “passing the ball..” thrust “winning.” thrust.
by now isagi’s brain had been turned to pudding between his ears, nothing except broken sobs and whimpers escaping his swollen lips.
he clung to you desperately, nails digging into your shoulder, fingers gripping and tugging your hair. “h-hah..please, g’na cum! i’ve been so good—let me cum!” isagi muffled into your neck, hot tears staining his flushed cheeks.
your palms gripped the plumpness of his round ass, squeezing it between your fingers.
“c’mon, be a good boy and hold it in a little more for me?” you used that tone again, that one which made isagi melt like putty.
“n-no fair..” he hiccuped, but made no resistance to holding it in anymore. he was your goodest boy after all..
chigiri hyoma
chigiri’s long red hair was fanned out over the pillows, his lean chest rising and falling with each ragged breath. his legs spread, and lips parted.
your fingers worked themselves in and out of his slick, lubed entrance. stretching the pink rim around two of your digits, “you know how pretty you are?” you mused, running a finger down his chest sending shivers down his spine.
“y-yeah..” chigiri nodded, fingers bunching into the sheets. “how gorgeous, beautiful, perfect you are?” you inserted a third finger alongside the two, eliciting a high pitch gasp from the man under you.
“i know!” chigiri cried out, tears pricking at his waterline. “oh i bet you know..” you leaned forwards, pinching one of his nipples between your teeth, rolling the perky bud between your lips whilst your fingers continued curling and pumping into him.
“h-hah..too much..” chigiri whimpered, sweat slicking every plane of his beautiful body. “you want to cum?” you laved over his nipple, eyes fixed onto his.
“i do! i do!” chigiri babbled, hips canting into your palm. “then, say you’re perfect.” you curled your fingers deep inside of him to mash against that plush bud inside of him, driving sparks up his spine.
“huh?” the redhead stammered, voice shaky. “you’re perfect. say it.” you repeated louder, one hand wrapping around his cock to jerk him off.
“i’m perfect! please let me cum!” chigiri screamed, tears rolling down his flushed cheeks. “good boy.” you smirked, “cum.” you ordered, taking his cock into your warm mouth.
a/n: i lav writing top m reader soooo much but i dont like topping hm
2025-2026 — @gravelocked ★ don’t copy/modify/translate/repost to other sites. also don’t feed my work to ai.
so yall know that meme that goes “ur x inches deep inside this character while that character is x inches deep in you”? ye that but with a bit of difference. we all know the drills by now, dividers by @/cafekitsune
imagine having two cute boyfriends who are the complete opposites. calm, cool, collected when in public, with a butt-plug keeping your cum inside their hole or either wearing nipple clamps with a chain in the middle that always brushed against their shirt. even with a vibrator inside their hole, keeping them always on edge or a chastity cage that prevented them from getting fully hard, they keep their cool facade, joking with friends or barking out orders. the moment you three step inside your home though, that is a whole different story. they’re like desperate sluts for you, whining and pawing at your pants, one of them grinding their cock against your boots with watery eyes as they plead for you to fuck them already
they’re like a crybaby, really. easy to break and tear down and turn them into obedient little pups who only nod their heads and spread their legs and holes open for you to use to your fill. teasing them with little pinches to their nipples or dodging their snotty wet kisses gets them real cute and whiny, pouting at you with a “don’t you love me, master?”
but your most favorite position to see your pretty boyfriends in is when you deny them their favorite feeling and make them fuck each other. sure, they loved each other as much as they loved you, but two subs don’t make a dom and all you get is whiny, sobbing puppies as they meagerly grind against each other, cocks all hard and erect but never not knowing how to properly use it on each other
be mean, sit behind one of them and guide their hips with a hand on his hip bone, squeezing at his flesh before teaching him how to properly use his useless cock on your other boyfriend. guide him, ease his cock into the other’s awaiting eager hole, all messy and wet, dripping with your messy morning fuck’s cum and his saliva from eating him out. slap his ass when he trembles and complains about not being able to fuck him, teasing him about how he has such a nice big cock but can’t even use it and leaves it as a waste
then once he bottoms out inside your other boyfriend, sit back and watch him try to make sense of it all. oh, he was so tight and warm and so squishy around him, constantly clenching at his dick while slobbering at him to “muvh already♡︎!”. how could he? if he were to even pull his dick out by a single inch, he’s gonna cum inside him! and their master hasn’t given either of them the command to cum yet! none of them wanted to be bad and go against your order while you were guiding the one one top to weakly hump his cock into the other’s gaping hole
you don’t have to touch them just to be extra mean and simply enjoy your free time. maybe open a bottle of wine or champagne and sit back, all relaxed and content while your sweet pups cry about you being mean, harsh and only using them. you were, they made good entertainment after all. if feeling nice from the glass of wine, order the one on top on how to properly thrust his hips and bury his useless big dick inside the other’s hole that was clenching around him like a vice, trying to milk every drop of his cum. the one under only sobbing uselessly, already going non-verbal as he only sobbed and slurred like some drunken man, like he’s high on aphrodisiacs while pathetically grinding his ass flush against the other’s hip, hoping to get his dick deeper inside himself. hell, his greedy ass would even whine occasionally about how he wanted both of your dicks stretching his hole out, gaping him open for the world to see as he clawed at the sheets
it wouldn’t even take long for the one top to just give up, collapsing on top of his boyfriend as he can only hump his dick between his boyfriend’s ass cheeks. the hard yet wet thing already having slipped out while he tried to sloppily thrust into his boyfriend, only ending up in failure after failure. silly little dog, can’t even fuck his own boyfriend properly
finish your glass of wine patiently while your two cute boyfriends cried about being empty and needing your experienced touch on their bodies, setting aside the empty glass once you swallow the last drop. wine is meant to be taken slow and enjoyed after all, not rushed like how your stupid dogs barked about. be mean when you slowly and carefully take off your clothes, degrade them, call them useless and dumb mutts for being unable to follow a simple order as you finally settle behind the one on top. take his reddened cock, tease the tip, maybe even pull on the foreskin that is pushed back just to be a bit more meaner, hearing him blabber something while his hips buckled like a cute rabbit’s before shoving the tip back inside your eagerly awaiting other boyfriend, hearing the content, shrill squeal at the stretch while the other merely cried and sniffled weakly, legs already shaking
don’t make him pull out, keep guiding his cock until it’s halfway inside your other boyfriend’s eager hole, making him watch at how he accepts what is given to him, unlike him. only once the girthy thing is settled halfway inside, stop his hips from moving, dig your nails into the fat of his flesh, scratch at the back of his thighs, slap his sweet ass until they’re red and he’s complaining about how sore they are now. shush him up with a kiss, fist at his hair and tug his head back to face yours, making him whine at the burn to his scalp. “open up” order him, bark commands at him and see how cutely and even eagerly he follows it, jaw going slack, mouth hanging wide for you to do whatever. tell him to stick his tongue out and he will, letting out a satisfied moan at the messy, filthy wet kiss you give him. all suckles to his pink tongue, teeth gnashing and saliva dripping down. only the disappointed whine of your other boyfriend’s would snap you out, glancing down at him to see his pretty eyes, all teary and red from his sobs, staring at the messy kiss you shared with him with jealousy over his shoulder. he wanted kisses too!
“oh shut up, you’ll have your kisses later” scold him at the indignant teary look he gives you both, looking so betrayed over something so simple while the other merely inhales sharp breaths at the abrupt end of the kiss, all filthy and wet from his own saliva. use his moment of weakness and slide a lube covered finger into his unprepared ass, watch him as he buck his hips forward from the sudden drop of temperature, a harsh shiver running down his spine as his hold on his boyfriend’s hips tighten. after some half-assed fingering to try and open him up, guide your own strap into his hole, hold him tightly by the fat of his hips as he babbles in pure confusion on whether to buck forward into the tight warmth clamping around his cock or back into your huge girth splitting him wide open
once halfway inside him as well, stop your hips from moving further, hear his cute little voice go “h-haah? why’d y-ya’ stop?” as if he had expected you to do the hard work all the damn time like the spoiled little thing he was. meanwhile, your other boyfriend was doing so good and only taking what was given to him, occasionally clenching tighter around his boyfriend’s dick, still so unsatisfied with the lack of length inside him. “learn how to use your cock, puppy. i ain’t gonna be doing the heavy lifting all the damn time” scoff at his dejected noise, slap at the side of his reddened cheeks with a deserved “get workin’, sweetheart”. then just stay still and watch him try to make sense of the stimulations going on inside him
his own cock was halfway inside his boyfriend, all nice and warm and so teasingly tight. the constant wiggles of his hips and the little noises he kept making weren’t helping. but at the same time, you were inches deep inside him too, and he wanted so badly to push his fat ass flush against your hips, make you watch his red cheeks bounce stiffly against your own dick. he never tried to fuck his boyfriend before, you did all the fucking for them, filling their holes all nice and warm, milking their cute cocklets and taking care of their frustrations. why were you being so mean now?
sniffling back his angered tears, he would try to fuck into his boyfriend’s sweet hole, nearly buckling on his knees and collapsing on top of him if you hadn’t reached out to hold him upwards by the shoulders. he was so soft inside, he wondered how you held back whenever fucking them full. did he feel this soft and nice around you too? did you find his asshole to be tight and just as tantalizing to the point you just wanted to cum right then and there and paint his walls white? you had to, right? he was making you feel good too, right?
with rocky, stiff motions, he forced himself to move back and forth, trying to muffle his sniffles and sobs while their boyfriend eagerly let out his debauched moans and broken demands for more. at this point, he was simply chasing his own high, trying to shove his weeping dick as deep as he could into his boyfriend without letting your strap slip out of his own. it didn’t take too long, just a few broken thrusts of his hips and he was already mewling while he came inside his boyfriend, filling his already full hole even more as spurts of his cum slips and drips out of his hole. not even going to bother teaching them on how to be proper boyfriends, you lay his shaking body down on top of your boyfriend, making sure that his dick is still snug inside him like a human butt plug before getting to properly fucking them
sweet squeals of sheer excitement and weak mumbles and wet sniffles filled the room alongside the wet slaps of your hips meeting his ass, your boyfriend at the very bottom feeling his body rattle and shake with every thrusts you push into his boyfriend, effectively making him fuck his hole again. “anhhah-! haagh-ha♡︎! m-moowr.. more p-pleash? feels sho goud♥︎ fuc-fucking me again haaghaha♡︎♡︎” your boyfriend at the bottom giggled, sounding near delirious with how excited he seemed at the prospect of being double fucked, used like a human blow-up doll. “sniff..♡︎ i’m showry.. i’m showlly showry sorry shoorryyy♥︎ puh-please, don’t ge-eht sniff mad at meeeh..♡︎!” your other boyfriend sobbed occasionally, apologizing for not being able to ask for permission before cumming or to be able to use his useless big cock, punched out little wails escaping him at your thrusts
truly, you have to take time out from your days to teach your little puppies on how to properly fuck each other
You're enrolled in the same campus the Gojo twins are. You aren't in any way well-acquainted with either of them but can they live with that?
𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 : smau . no smut . harassment . homophobia . out of character . homophobia disguised as flirting . slurs . fluff . frat culture . unsolicited suggestive images . sexism . unwarranted closeness . all these warnings are for fratjo, really . fratjo is an asshole . queerbaiting? . you can interpret fratjo as under some influence or not later in the conversation
𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑❜𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 : I've never seen this pairing with a male reader so I decided to go for it. Should I make it a series? And if I make more SMAUs, should I write a little more before and/or after the messages? Like a synopsis or a tad bit of the reactions behind the screens.
【 UPDATE 】 ──────────── ❝ reposting this again
𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐒 : art by @deltapork (nerdjo pfp) & @thatsallitchief (fratjo pfp). images in the conversations sourced from interest
pairing: submissive yandere (your insert) × harsh and manipulative reader
content: mentions of light bondage, name calling (ma’am), praising, degradation and humiliation, manipulation, cockstepping, begging, foot humping—fucking, cum licking, usage of toys (vibrator and silicon toy), simple aftercare.
note: PART 1. PART 2. PART 4. these are the previous parts of this short series! if you want to have a better reading experience, please read them first before proceeding with this one. ps: i will be making a 4th one since i think i made this one too long and felt the need to cut it. TT :: requested by anon!
note again: part 4 is out. :)
hearts, comments and reblogs are all appreciated.
the moon was bright, gleaming as you were walking back to your sweet home. you were out in the park, left hand holding the remaining medium-sized pack of cat food while the other has a big bottle of water and cup. feeding strays was your favorite hobby to do but you felt exhausted tonight, so you made up a choice to go home a bit earlier. the route that leads to your village was just a walking distance but you were tired, far too tired that you just made up a decision to just take a cab.
entering your home, you could already feel the sleepiness take over but you remembered a task you still have to do, and that was you needed to check on something. you placed all of your stuff in your living room, washed your hands, and made sure all the doors were locked before proceeding to accomplish what you had to do.
you could already hear the noises coming from your hallway as you walked towards it, eyes focused on the gloomy passage. as you reached the door leading to your basement, you twisted the doorknob, pushing the door gently before seeing the full view of what was in front of you. you entered the said room with a sinister smile that slowly creeped up your face. it was he, the boy you had captured and taken into your home. the boy who had been pestering you mentally. the tiredness left your body as soon as you got to see him better.
it was truly a beautiful sight to see. he was naked, sitting on the floor, chained so that his movements were restricted. his eyes were covered and so was his mouth, the soft fabrics now smeared with tear and saliva marks that’s most probably caused from his pathetic scream and cries.
you walked closer to his figure and knelt down to properly meet his level. after putting yourself in a comfortable position, you then took off his blindfold and mouth cover before breaking the silence, “what a pathetic, little boy you are. you’ve been crying so much, haven’t you? look at those big, sad eyes— oh, and those hickey covered neck— you look like a beat up puppy, ain’t ya, baby?” you said, hand slowly creeping up to touch his neck, and the other to cup his face. he whimpers at the sudden contact, eyes jittering as they tried to make contact with yours.
“l-look..” he said, “i’m sorry for being a pathetic weirdo t-that did nothing but, b—but stalk you, do fucked up things about you and more weird stuff. i p—promise i was only gonna drop those items and go awa—” he suddenly stopped, eyes going wide as he let out a loud scream. you had gotten up step on his cock, so suddenly that he screamed like a little girl.
“now, will that make you shut up?” a scoff left your mouth, lowering yourself down once again. “you know, i was so disappointed that you’d rather spy on me than be a big boy and face me. remember when i said that i expected more from you? you probably don’t cause i knocked you out but, yeah. my mind still hasn’t changed about that.” you added, thumb grazing his cheek with a disappointed look in your eyes. the words that left your mouth made his stomach drop. h—he disappointed you? he wants to be anything but a disappointment to you! you shouldn’t have said that to him— he’ll prove you that he is worthy, that he is good and not a piece of trash.
to fully add more to the effect, you removed your hand that was touching his face and that fuelled more of his desires to be better for you. with hands trembling, he weakly grabs your hand again and placed it back on his face, hands now holding both the back of your palm and your arm. the boy stared at you with pitiful eyes then spoke, “but i’m not bad, r—right? all i did was to protect you, and to keep you safe. please take it back, i’ll prove to you that i’m good ! i’ll do anythin’ you want. i’m sorry, p-please, anything..” he begs with tears in his eyes, mouth stuttering as he tries to properly tell you how he’s sorry, how he’ll be good and do anything, and everything that you want, just so you’ll take back what you said.
“oh you wanna prove to me that you’re a good boy? that you’re my good boy? then that means you’ll do anything i want, ain’t that right?” you bombed him with questions, emphasizing the part where you said my as his eyes sparkled at the thought— your good boy? yes! he’ll do anything of course, it’s you who he’s breathing and serving for, anyway. he’s only living because you also exist. “yes, yes! anything you want me t’do, i’ll do ‘em.” he blurts out, fixing his position to prepare himself on what he has to do. “atta, boy, you said it yourself. you wanna do anything i tell you, right? fuck my foot then, prove yourself to me.” you said blankly as you got up. he was stunned— are you joking or were you serious? he instantly got the answer just by looking at your face, and that is you were actually for real. “what’re you waiting for? get started already.”
“yes, ma’am..” he stutters out. you then loosened the chains that were restricting him, so that he could move a little better. the said boy slowly grabbed the lower part of your leg, positioning himself to your foot. a silent moan left his lips as he started to grind his cock against it, the base of his erection rubbing on the bridge of your foot. the friction he was getting from progressively fucking your foot made him feel lightheaded, thoughts running in his mind about how dumb he probably looks. still, he couldn’t believe he’s actually getting contact with your body, even if it made him look filthy below you. it was fine as long as it’s for you. “hahh— feels good..” he pants, slowly loosing himself, grinding a lot faster in order to get more friction. minutes passed by and everything was drowned out, all except the noises the chains were making because of his rocking movements.
“m’ sorry, so s—sorryy for being a d-dumb lil’ boy, please forgive me—” he’s still moving, but now quicker and more animalistic. random apologies left his mouth, whining out about how he’s sorry for being a disgrace to you, how he is sorry for letting you down. his nonsense went on for a long period, and so was his actions, all while blabbing and degrading himself about how pathetic he is.
“n-need, i need to— hic! i think i’m g—gonna— ah! wai—” his feverish noises and blabbers were finally cut off as he rides off his high, crying with his mouth agape as his cum spurts out his pinky tip. his sticky semen covered your foot, most of it actually. it really was a whole lot of liquid, as if he hasn’t had a proper release for decades. “i only said to hump my foot— not cum on it! bad dog! go clean it up before i get mad.” you shouted at the poor boy attached to your leg.
“i—i’m sorry for not asking for permission to cum..” he apologizes to you. you were literally far from mad, in fact, you were actually getting wet inside your panties just by seeing how well he was obeying you. he really was the perfect pet, just need a little more training, that’s all. “okay, i will clean i-it.” he says, getting off of your foot and bending down to meet it. after bending down to meet its’ level, he then starts to lick his cum off of it. the feeling of his tongue making contact with your foot made a hot feeling enter your stomach. for you, it was so entertaining to see your pet serve below you, all because of one simple command. for him, he didn’t mind the actions that he was doing because it was all to earn your apology, though it was disgusting to taste his own release. once he was done, he stopped and looked up at you, waiting for your next command.
“very well, then. wait for me, i have a surprise for you.” you spoke with an unnoticeable smirk on your lips. he nodded, waiting patiently as you walked out of the door and closed it. you slowly made your way towards your room to grab a vibrator and dildo that you’ve been waiting to use on someone, and lucky for him, he was the chosen one. after getting the toy, you went back quickly towards the hallway, then the basement. “i’m back, good thing you didn’t escape or else i would’ve duck taped you to the headboard of my bed.” you said, laughing slightly at your own words as if he can actually move enough to get up. though for him, it wasn’t a joke since he’d gladly comply with that. “now where was i? oh— i forgot to tell you, close your eyes first before i reveal my surprise.”
“okay, ma’am.” the agreement left his mouth as he closed his eyes, making sure to firmly shut them off. you slowly put upfront the items that were behind your back before poking him to open his eyes. his reaction was priceless as he saw what was infront of him. “surprise! do you like it? i’ve been waiting to use these on someone, and you’re just the perfect one. what are we waiting for? let’s start, shall we?” you slowly lifted your index finger, signaling him to arch his lower body upward, so that you can place the dildo on the floor below him. after placing the silicon toy, you guided him to sit back so that it can enter his hole, all with no preparation. good thing he was already stretched out from all the numerous times he was fucking himself, lonely whilst thinking about your body. a loud moan slipped out his lips as he finally sunk down all the way, taking all parts of the toy. you were about to order him to start moving but he was far too horny, so he wasted no time to bounced on it, not waiting for your signal.
“this guy is a fucking slut..” you couldn’t help but mumble to yourself as you stared at the weirdo.
“ah! ah! i-i feel s’goodd— thank you! than’ you! a-and s-shorrry for— for not w-waiting.. hah! ” he babbles out to you, bouncing erratically on the toy that was penetrating the insides of his ass. “m-mhm! w—wha—” he stammers as he was caught off guard when you suddenly placed the vibrator on the tip of his dick. your spontaneous move made him start to fucking scream-whine. his body was squirming, hands rapidly trying to find something that he could hold onto for support, as the pleasure was getting too much for him. his pink tip started to seep out tiny amounts of white liquid as the toy vibrated. but you didn’t stop, instead, you put the toy on the highest setting. you also guided him to hop harder like a bunny and held both his fists out to even look more like the animal. by this time, he was already gone, mind too blank that all that left his mouth was noises of thank you’s! so full’s! g-good’s! and many more, just from pure pleasure. it took him 2 times to cum till he finally passed out from tiredness.
in the end, he was knocked out with his body weirdly positioned on the floor. you cooed at his sleeping figure before scooting closer to him and carrying him up so you could bring him to your room. you cleansed him slightly with the use of a damp towel, and other objects that could clean him without the use of a proper shower, since he wouldn’t wake up even after being shaken for minutes. you finally tucked him in so he could sleep, so he could also mentally prepare himself for what was to come the next day, and every single day from now on. in your mind, this is only the beginning of his journey into becoming, and being shaped to an obedient dog.
cw: sub! mizuki, dom reader, masochism, emotional dependency, praise kink; jealousy, hair-pulling, crying kink, possessiveness, vulnerable behavior, power dynamics.
a/n: i was watching kamisama kiss and couldn't pass up the opportunity to write about the adorable mizuki <33
mizuki is the kind of sub who doesn’t just crave affection he craves intensity, the kind of sensation that lets him feel anchored to someone after a lifetime of loneliness; his masochism isn’t dark or cruel, but emotional, almost tender, because for him a little pain is another form of closeness, another proof that your attention is firmly on him, that you’re touching him with intention instead of pity.
whenever you correct him with real firmness when you pull his hair, grip his jaw, press your fingers into his hips, or leave faint marks along his skin he shivers, not just with arousal but with pure validation; his body reacts too quickly, too easily, trembling under your hands like something delicate that gets stronger the harder you hold it, and every controlled sting makes his breath stutter.
his masochistic streak is tied tightly to his jealousy and his hunger for affection; when he feels ignored or overshadowed by someone else, he becomes even more responsive to pain, almost eager for it, as if earning your attention through sensation; a bite, a slap, a harsh squeeze to his thigh each one draws out a soft, broken sound from him, his eyes shining as if begging you to keep looking only at him.
mizuki is noisy in the most innocent way: he gasps, whines, whimpers, and lets out choked little cries that he absolutely cannot hide; every sharp touch pulls a sound out of him, and each noise reveals exactly how much he feels, how exposed he is, how easily he unravels under the smallest controlled hurt; his voice goes high, breathy, trembling, almost childlike in its sincerity.
he responds better to physical guidance than verbal orders; if you take his wrists and place them where you want them, his whole body relaxes into the pose; if you push him gently to his knees, he melts instantly; hair-pulling makes his spine arch, a hand around his throat makes his eyes flutter shut, and firm hands on his hips make him obey without a single question his body listens even faster than his mind.
he is deeply emotional, a sub who can cry easily when sensation overwhelms him; the tears aren’t from pain, but from the shock of being wanted, the sweetness of your attention, the overwhelming pleasure of finally being seen; his face crumples, his lips tremble, he tries to hide behind his hands or your shoulder, but he never pulls away; he cries into your touch, not away from it.
his confidence depends heavily on continuous affection; harshness without tenderness wounds him fast, making him shut down, doubt himself, or shrink back; but when you mix pain with warmth when your bite is followed by a kiss, when your slap is followed by praise mizuki becomes beautifully obedient, the kind of soft, trembling devotion that molds perfectly to your hands.
he is naturally obedient even outside of anything sexual, which makes his submission feel instinctive; when you give an instruction, he bows his head slightly, blushes, lowers his gaze, and follows you with a kind of quiet eagerness, as if your guidance is the only thing keeping him grounded; a gentle “come here” can undo him completely.
his whole body is expressive; he touches you constantly, clinging to sleeves, kimonos, hands, or arms; his head rests on your lap or shoulder whenever you allow it; during submission he grows even more tactile, needing the reassurance of your skin, your warmth, your presence contact stabilizes him, keeps him from spiraling into insecurity.
ignoring him is far more painful than any slap or bite; if you turn away from him when he’s sensitive, he wilts quiet, sad, casting long, longing glances your way, staying close but not daring to interrupt; to win back your attention, he becomes dramatically obedient, kneeling at your feet, offering his throat, lowering his eyes, showing you through action how desperately he wants you to look at him again.
his innocence blends strangely with his desire for pain; mizuki asks for things he doesn’t fully understand with a voice too sweet to handle, tilting his head in confusion when something hurts and then gasping when the pleasure rushes in after; he discovers his masochism through you, realizing how much he likes pain only when your hands are the ones giving it, trusting you in a way he wouldn’t dare trust anyone else.
in the end, mizuki is a sub who feels too much, wants too deeply, and gives himself away too easily not because he’s weak, but because his heart was built for affection, for loyalty, for emotional surrender; his masochism amplifies that devotion, turning every sting and every whimper into proof of how fully he belongs to you, how thoroughly he wants to be held, guided, hurt just enough to feel alive under your hands.
I love submissive Dustin!!!! Please write more! Great work.
Dustin Henderson-Break Me
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Summary: You tie up your boyfriend and overstimulate him…that’s it, that’s the plot.
Genre: Smut!! Kind of fluffy?? Idk, it’s mostly just freaky as hell.
CW: (Not explicitly stated but Reader and Dustin are in college and over 18!!) Fem!Reader, no pronouns used, no use of y/n, pet names used (baby, sweetheart, honey, good boy), second person point of view, bondage, overstimulation, dacryphilia, dom/sub dynamics, Dom!Reader, Sub!Dustin, creamp!e (I have an obsession with them, sue me), unprotected p in v (do not follow this fics example!! Wrap it up ya’ll!), porn without plot, kind of implied plus-size/fat!Reader (you can still read it if you aren’t!! There’s only like one line where I sorta imply it), body worship if you squint, I think that’s it!! Let me know if I missed anything!!
Word Count: 1.3k
A/N: Your wish is my command ya’ll!! I’m so happy you’ve all been enjoying my fics!! I will continue to write them for as long as you want/ask for them!! Here’s some submissive Dustin smut to hopefully make your day better. Thank you and I love youuuu!! 💖💖💖
˖ ݁𖥔.☁︎.𖥔 ݁ ˖
You stare up at him with wide innocent eyes, even though your actions are far from innocent. Dustin’s hands are tied to the headboard with leftover rope from one of your many run-ins with demogorgons. He looks down at you with hooded eyes, eyelashes fluttering as your hands run down his bare skin. His clothes are discarded somewhere on the floor, leaving him vulnerable and bare for you.
You brush your hands down his thighs, just barely grazing his needy cock before moving them back up. You tease him like this for a while, not stopping until he finally begs for you.
“Please.” He softly whines, his voice quiet and shy. You look up at him and tilt your head, still acting all innocent.
“Please what, baby? What do you want?” You ask, voice low and sultry. The sound goes straight to his dick, his head hitting the headboard as he throws it back in frustration.
“Please just…please touch me.” He says through gritted teeth.
“I am touching you, sweetheart.” Dustin groans in response, head shaking frantically.
“You know what I mean.”
“I don’t think I do. You know how this works, Dusty.” You say, moving up his body so your face is level with his. “You have to ask for what you want, only then will I give it to you.” Dustin whines, his cheeks feeling far too hot. You notice his hesitancy, the nervousness and embarrassment on his face. “Dusty, look at me.” You grab his face and watch his eyes fluttering open, staring up at you with teary eyes. For some reason, the sight of him crying for you sends sparks down your spine.
“You have no reason to feel embarrassed, alright? Just ask for what you want, I want you to tell me, use your words. I want to hear you, baby.” Dustin slowly nods along with you, swallowing the lump in his throat.
“P-please touch my dick…please, I need it.” His voice is shaky, the words feeling foreign on his tongue. You smile, pecking his lips before taking him in your hand. He immediately throws his head back, the relief and pleasure coursing through him.
“See, baby, you can get exactly what you want if you just ask. Use your words and you’ll always be rewarded, Dusty.” You whisper, pressing kisses along his jaw and down his neck. His hands fight against the rope, trying to grab on to you to no avail. Dustin whines in frustration, still breathing out little moans as you stroke him.
“W-wanna touch you, baby…please.” He whines pathetically, almost like a child not getting the toy they want.
“That’s the one thing I can’t give you, Dusty…you know that.” You whisper against his throat, leaving wet kisses there.
“Please…” He begs absentmindedly, hips bucking up into your hand.
“You remember the safe word, honey?” You ask, pulling away to look at him. Your other hand comes up to brush against his cheek.
“Y-yes.” He breathes out, panting and groaning as you pick up your pace.
“Do you want to use it?” You ask with a smirk, because you already know his answer by the blissed out look on his face.
“No! Fuck, no I don’t.” He groans, legs shaking as he gets closer.
“Such a good boy, aren’t you?” You bite your lip with a smile, pressing gentle kisses to his cheeks.
“Please, please I’m so close!” He yells, eyes rolling back.
“You can come, sweetheart. You did so good for me.” Dustin moans at your words, hips bucking up once as he finishes, his come leaking past your fingers. You grin and praise him, but you don’t stop stroking him. Dustin assumes you’re just riding him through his climax.
“T-too much.” He whimpers, and you still don’t stop. You twist your hand up and run your thumb over his tip, pushing down and making him cry out. “S-shit! It’s too much, stop, fuck!” His head hits the headboard again, thumping against the wood.
“I’m not stopping, sweetheart. I want to see how long it takes to fucking break you.” You whisper, staring him down with dark eyes. Dustin looks almost scared for a second, and it gives you a rush of arousal. “You know the safe word, but until you use that…you’re going to come as many times as I want you to.” You ignore his cries of overstimulation as you press kisses over his torso and chest.
“I c-can’t, I can’t, please!” Dustin whines, tears finally spilling from his eyes. You look up at him, thighs clenching at just how gorgeous he looks. Tears staining his cheeks and sticking to his lashes, legs shaking and flailing around the longer you push him.
“So beautiful like this, Dusty. I love when you cry for me.” You breathe, kissing away his tears. His eyes stay screwed shut, more tears spilling from them. ”Look at me, sweetheart…let me see those pretty eyes.” Dustin slowly peels his eyes open, looking up at you with wet lashes. “Shit.” You breathe, head shaking. You guide him through another orgasm, wiping your hand off before removing the rest of your own clothes.
“W-what are you doing?” He asks, voice rough from crying.
“I’m gonna fuck you, obviously.” You state, crawling back on top of him, both legs resting on either side of him. Dustin stares at you with those fearful eyes again, mouth falling open. You can see him consider protesting, but you both know he doesn’t really want to. “Can’t resist when you look at me like that.” You sigh, grabbing his cock and lining it up with your entrance. You run his tip through your folds, coating him in the sticky arousal gathered there.
Dustin chokes at the feeling, hands once again pulling at the ropes. You slowly lower yourself onto him, more for his sake than yours. You took mercy on him, easing him into it. But the second he bottomed out, your mercy flew out the goddamn window.
“Shit, always feel so fucking good.” You groan, throwing your head back as you start riding him. You can hear his hands desperately pulling against his binds, ropes pulling on the wood of your headboard.
“Hah, fuck…” Dustin whines. “I-I can’t.” He cries, but the safe word still never leaves his lips. As much as it hurts, it also feels so fucking good. He watches you, your eyes rolling back as you grind your hips down. He’s never seen anything or anyone so beautiful, so…angelic, ethereal. He pulls at the ropes, tears running down his cheeks again. He wants to touch you, hold you, feel your plush skin in his hands.
“So good…fuck you’re doing so good, Dusty.” You moan, nails digging into his hips as you ride him faster. Dustin pulls against the ropes, but this time his hands actually come loose. The ropes give way and pull off a chunk of the headboard with them. Dustin throws it aside, too focused on you to really care. You watch him with wide eyes, sparks rushing through you at the sight. “Holy shit.” You whisper.
Dustin grabs your hips, helping you grind down on him. He grabs the back of your neck and pulls you down to connect your lips. You moan into his mouth, tongue messily licking over his. You pull away to whisper against his lips, voice wavering as the knot in your stomach tightens.
“S-so close, Dusty, oh my god.” You bury your face in the crook of his neck, biting down the louder your moans become.
“Shit, me too.” He whines, his face moving to rest on your head. He breathes in the smell of your hair, the sweet scent of your shampoo filling his nostrils. You let out a choked moan, hands frantically moving to dig into the bedsheets. You swear you see fucking stars behind your eyelids, body tensing as you finish above him.
Dustin curses and mumbles something incoherent before finishing inside you. His come coats your walls, making you feel all warm and fuzzy. You both lay there for a while, trying to catch your breaths, though it took Dustin a lot longer than you. Dustin could barely even remember his own fucking name for a while, too high on the seemingly endless pleasure you gave him. You really did break him, but that wasn’t going to stop you from trying to break him even more.
You would break him a million times over, right by his side to catch him when he falls and put him back together again. Neither of you would have it any other way.
