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silco freaky stuff? hooo boy
silco with some rope in his hands, not even tied up, but like you know how people wrap rope around their hands when they're getting ready to use it? Silco about to use it on reader hooooo boy
hes also smokin a phat blent
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alright, you guys voted, so itâs time...
SIREN SONG PT 2- XIAO
As soon as you realized what youâd caught in your net, you scrambled to undo the ties on it, setting the merman free. But despite your hard work, the merman who rolled out of the net- a small, slim one with a deep green eelâs tail and spiky black and green hair- still glared at you with his unsettling yellow eyes.
âI am so so sorry-â you rushed to say, but then realized he wasnât even paying attention anymore- instead, he was looking over his tail and wincing, and to your horror, when you looked where his eyes were pointed, you saw a gash in his beautiful scales. It must have come from the hook used for holding up the net and pulling it up on deck.
Rushing over to him and kneeling, you went to look at his injury- but he only hissed and flinched away from you. You realized youâd moved too fast, possibly startling him, and went to approach the wound again, slowly this time. He still watched you with cautious eyes, but he let you look it over this time.
âIâm so sorry,â you said again, and he grunted out a gruff âs fine.â Looking up at him in surprise, you started to notice more things about him- the little purple diamond on his forehead, the way his hair stuck out in little pointed, wispy strands.
âCan I...can I take you to the infirmary to bandage it up?â
He looked a bit affronted by the suggestion at first, but after a moment and a deep sigh, he nodded. When you carefully scooped him up, he gripped your arm right, but refused to wrap his arms around you.
You carefully carried him to the shipâs infirmary, setting him down on a bed to go and find supplies. At least your efforts at casual conversation werenât completely wasted.
âMy nameâs (Y/N). Whatâs yours?â
âXiao.â
His response was short and curt, but that didnât deter you from asking why heâd been swimming so close to the ship. He didnât answer that, though; instead he commented on how stupid you must be to have caught him in the net. You just sighed in response, finally coming back over with the necessary supplies and setting them down.
Carefully, you cleaned out the wound with a soft cloth and a bottle of the only alcohol on board that Beidou hadnât gotten to. He hissed and gripped the edge of the bed, but seemed oddly soothed when you smiled apologetically at him and awkwardly patted his shoulder. Once you were finished, you gave a short little chuckle and rubbed the back of your neck.
âUh, could you...l-lie back for me...â
He rolled his eyes, but did as you asked, though his entire body seemed tense and nervous. âRelax,â you said softly, âIâm not going to hurt you.â
Reaching for the bandages, you started to cover the gash with cloth, working around the way he flinched away. But finally, he was moving too much, and you reached up, placing a hand firmly on his chest and pushing him down against the mattress. âHold still.â
And he gave a soft gasp.
You froze for a split second before deciding to continue working as if you hadnât heard anything. But in truth, that sweet little gasp occupied your mind for the rest of the time you spent bandaging his cut.
He sat up when you were finished, looking slightly embarrassed. âY-you just couldnât keep your net to yourself,â he said, intending to sound rude, but there was no heart behind it.
And with everything going through your head, the fact that he was utterly adorable, and the fact that you hadnât gotten laid in nearly a month thanks to Beidou, you decided, fuck it. Literally. âLet me make it up to you.â
You approached him ever so slowly, giving him every opportunity to back away. But he didnât- his eyes stayed glued to your lips as your face drew closer and closer to his until finally, finally, those same lips pressed against his.
He didnât kiss you back at first, only reached up to grip your arms in surprise, but before long his little tongue was poking at the space between your lips as you kissed him. One of your hands rested on the bedsheets as you leaned over him, and the other rested on his waist.
But you remembered how he had gasped when you touched his chest, and archons, you wanted to pull more of those sweet sounds out of him, and so your hand wandered upwards, over his chest. Xiao jerked in place, a soft squeak escaping his mouth before he relaxed into your touch. Your hand moved to the side of his chest and you ever so carefully traced your thumb around the edge of his nipple. He gasped again, and you smiled against his lips at your victory- though thereâd never been a competition over making him gasp again.
He gave a near-silent dissatisfied whine when you pulled away from the kiss, but that quickly dissipated as your mouth latched onto his collarbone, nipping and sucking little marks into the pale flesh. He gasped once more and gripped your arms tighter, trying to pull you closer to him, but you ignored that in favor of pushing him down onto the bed and letting your mouth trail lower, lower, until your tongue flicked over his other nipple, and you got your first real moan out of Xiao.
If someone had said to you not five minutes earlier that all it would take to get the surly, rude little eel merman youâd fished out of the surf to be writhing underneath you was your mouth all over his chest, you wouldnât have believed them.
And yet here you were, leaning over Xiao as he squirmed with each bite mark you left on his chest, getting closer and closer to the edge of his scales, which were already starting to recede. He just couldnât seem to keep still- he kept gripping your arms and alternating between pulling closer and trying to push you away with little whines of ân-not yet-â that were barely coherent. You didnt understand what they meant, but you at least knew he didnât actually mean he wanted you to stop, given that he kept pulling you back. So you kept going, biting and kissing the pale skin of his stomach and chest as you made your way down to where those scales had finally receded to his mid thigh, showcasing a flushed, hard cock and the beginnings of two human legs.
And then, before you could even think about sliding down lower, he jerked up underneath you, hips stuttering up as his back arched, and you realized, holy fuck, he just came untouched.
You pulled away from him to look at him in awe, only to find his face flushed and embarrassed, looking away from you. Xiao seemed humiliated about the whole experience, and it made your heart melt as you leaned up to his face. You planted a kiss right on his forehead and whispered to him.
âDonât be embarrassed, love. That was adorable.â And then you were sliding down, down again, this time to wrap your lips around his cock, and he whimpered and cried out, his hands flying to tangle themselves in your hair. His hips bucked up into your mouth desperately, but you didnât bother trying to punish him for it- after all, you were already overstimulating him, and he was taking it so well...you bobbed your head up and down, taking him into your mouth, slowly at first but speeding up with each moment. Your tongue ran over the prominent vein on his side, making him sob out, and what he said caught your attention.
â(Y-Y/N), please-â
You just had to indulge him.
Your mouth worked faster over him, tongue sliding briefly over his tip each time you came up, and your hand helped his tail tilt upwards as you came up for air to spit on your fingers. Then, as you took him back into your mouth, those spit soaked fingers circled around his hole. With a cry, he pushed into those fingers as if begging you to fuck him with them, and how could you refuse? So you carefully slid one, then two into him, curling them and working to find the perfect spot to tip him over the edge. Which, if the way he was moaning and jerking in your hold was any indication, he was quite close to.
You finally found that spot, and his hips jumped up almost immediately as you pulled off of him. Xiao moaned out loudly and attempted to rock back on your fingers, so desperate for more. And more he got; then with one, two, three thrusts of your fingers, he was gone, arching up again and cumming so hard his vision went white. You helped him ride out his orgasm with your fingers, and then, while he was still out of it, started working to clean him up and care for him.
When he came back to, there you were, cleaning the cum off of him with a soft, wet cloth and smiling lovingly at him. He chose not to even try to keep up that surly front, instead giving you a soft whine and reaching his arms out as if to say âhold me pleaseâ.
Once you had him cleaned off, you obliged, pressing a kiss to the side of his face, and he smiled the tiniest little smile youâve ever seen, cuddling into you as you laid down beside him on the infirmary bed.
âMaybe you should stay until that gash is healed? To be safe?â
âYeah...â
What you didnât say is that you hoped heâd stay much, much longer than the amount of time it took to heal, and what he didnât say was that he would have stayed forever if you let him.
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idk if ur asks are open and if theyâre not ignore this- but if they are,, may I get a sub crying Bennett getting overstimulatedâŚ? (but ofc itâs consensual cause consent is sexc) and just draining him of everything bby boy has :P
oh my GOD YEsâŚ
sometimes I wish yâall werenât on anon so I could teleport to your location and kiss your big ol brain for your wonderful ideas
Warnings: obviously this is aged up Bennett, overstim, crying, Bennett is a lil sweetheart who wants to take everything you give him even if heâs tired, Bennett has a safe word and chooses not to use it, asking for consent because itâs seggsy, this is not proofread okay
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Bennett cried out weakly in his sleep, snuggling in closer to your body as if he needed comfort. You didnât think much of it, patting his head with a small smile. The poor baby was exhausted, having done six commissions in a row- strangely enough, every single one involved some sort of lost animal, which was why he took them, thinking theyâd be easy. And every single one somehow landed him either surrounded by monsters, trapped up a tree, or, in one case, passed out in the grass until you found him and scolded him gently for eating berries he couldnât identify. Again.
Simply put, Bennettâs bad luck never faded as he got older- he just learned how to work around it. The two of you had met when you were both young and âBennyâs Adventure Teamâ was still a one man show. Not that it had gotten much bigger, but since the two of you had started spending more time together, well, it was a team of two. That was how youâd always been- from the moment you took a commission together to the moment he quite literally tripped over his own feet and got hit in the face with a flying branch while trying to ask you on a date to the moment not long after the flying branch incident when kissing the scrape on his face turned into kissing him.
You decided youâd been reminiscing for long enough.
Bennett stirred again, and you couldnât help but notice there was somethingâŚdifferentâŚabout his cry. It wasnât the little panicked noise he usually made when he had a nightmare, nor was it a sleep-dulled cheer from his adventuring dreams. You werenât hurting him, were you? Perhaps you had laid on a part of him when the two of you collapsed and immediately entangled yourselves. You gently shifted Bennett to check, and thatâs when you noticed it.
The moment you grabbed his rather slim waist to move him he made another small noise, but that wasnât what drew your attention. No, it was the tent in his boxers and the way he rubbed his thighs together when you jostled him a bit. âOh, BennyâŚâ you sighed, the shock on your face starting to fade and replace itself with a smirk. This wasnât the first time something like this had happened, but it was rare- usually your baby was either so tired when he got home that he passed out immediately and stayed out, laying on your chest, or he came home wound up and crawled into your lap like a clingy little puppy asking for your touch. Even then he was shy; Bennett, despite your reassurances, found it hard to believe you loved him unconditionally, and often constantly worried anything he did might wreck things. Oh, the poor thingâŚyou showed him as much love as you could any chance you got, and right now would be no exception.
You gently slid a hand under his legs to pull him closer to you, setting him on your lap as you sat up a bit. Bennett shifted just a bit, but not much came from him except another little whine. Ever so softly, you ran your hands over his body, rubbing soothing circles into the side of his thigh as you kissed his forehead. âBennett, darlingâŚwake upâŚâ
His face was the first thing to show signs of him waking up- his little button nose scrunching up as the rest of his body started to stir awake. Before his eyes even opened, he was wrapping his arms around your neck and scooting closer to you. You pretended you hadnât seen him rubbing his thighs together as he shifted. âMmmâŚâm sleepyâŚahâŚâ he moaned softly. âBennett, what kind of dream were you having, darling?â You asked with a tiny smile. âCan I?â He seemed very confused about what you meant, even if he nodded. He looked up at you questioningly- but then, the hand on the side of his thigh moved up to trace its finger over the tent in his boxers, and his whole body seized. A tiny, sleepy whimper came from your pretty boy, and he shook slightly as he stumbled over his words.
âI-I wan- p-please, mommy-â
The last two words were markedly quieter than the rest, but you still heard them and chuckled.
âOh, of course sweetheart.â You said, nudging his jaw up with your nose so that you could kiss and nip at his neck. He sighed contentedly at that- at least until that sigh faded into a stuttering moan when you started to palm him gently. His thighs, pulled up a bit as he tried to curl in on himself, squeezed around your arm as if to say âdonât stop, I wonât let you stop.â Your hand felt so good in a way his sleepy brain just wasnât able to process, and all he could do was whimper and paw at you weakly.
âI know, I know sweetheart, donât you worry-â soothing words from your lips like honey in hot tea. He wasnât worried, he knew that much, but your voice melted away even the tension in his body. He relaxed in your arms a bit, letting the pleasure overwhelm him in the best way.
He tensed back up again, though, when soft hands started to tug his boxers down. Bennettâs hips lifted on their own, letting you pull off and discard the garment. Then, you reached up to the oversized t-shirt he wore, pushing it up his chest. âSo pretty,â you murmured, mainly to yourself, but of course he heard it and whined softly in protest of your compliment. âMânot-â he started, but you shushed him with a gentle kiss. Your hand, resting on his chest since you had pushed his shirt up, gently caressed his chest and pulled more of those small but no less delicious sounds from him. âYou are. You are, my pretty boy.â
From that statement came another whine, but this one didnât compare with the full on keening moan Bennett let out when you finally started to stroke him. He hiccuped a tiny bit mid-moan, and thatâs when it occurred to you to look at his face- where the poor thing was already starting to tear up from the overwhelming amounts of pleasure. âOh, oh, baby donât cry, youâre okay-â you soothed, but he still started to sniffle, leaning into your chest and bucking his hips up into your hand despite the salty tears on his face.
You, worrying that it might be too much, started to slow down, but he grabbed your wrist with a tearful cry. ân-no! please d-do-donât- *hiccup* I wanâ youâŚâ
How could you refuse your pretty boy?
Though your pace was a little slower, you kept going, leading him to relax and let go of your wrist. It was quite possibly one of the cutest things- Bennett, losing himself in pleasure in your lap. âHow does it feel, sweetie? Better than your dream?â You cooed at him, expecting him to be completely incapable of responding. But then he always did surprise you. âF-fee-eels good, so good- so g-good-â
He just kept repeating those words to himself like a mantra, until they were more of a whimper than actual words and he was tensing up in your lap. Ever your good boy, though, as even through his overwhelmed sobs of pleasure you heard âwannâ cum, c-can I cum please? p-p-pleas-se-â
âYou can cum, sweetheart, no need to ask. My precious little baby. So polite.â
Your voice was the final push for him- those caring but slightly condescending coos, the expression of love on your face as you said them. So with that Bennett was seizing up in your lap and arching up, broken cries muddled by tears falling from his lips. Through it all, your soft hands were rubbing comfortingly over his body, your voice praising him- âThatâs it, Bennett, thatâs it. My good boy, my baby.â His cries only grew more breathless as you helped him ride out his orgasm, but you kissed his tears away, and that was all that he needed to stay in the present moment.
Then, you tried to pull your hand away, and his thighs squeezed around it again, refusing to let you. âDarling, whatâs wrong?â you asked, but he just shook his head fervently.
âY-you didnât stop i-in my dream, d-donât stop, ple-ease-â
You couldnât help but âawwwâ at how cute he was. âOkay, okay, I wonât stop. You know your safeword, right baby? You tell me if itâs too much.â He nodded quickly before bucking his hips to push them into your hand with a weak, sniffling moan. You returned to your earlier pace with a loving smile.
Bennett keened at your touch, even louder than before. Tears still falling down his face, eyes screwed shut tight except for the occasional pleading glance toward you, which you always answered with a soft kiss pressed somewhere on his face- he was in heaven. He squirmed quite a bit, but you knew that he wasnât trying to get away from your touch- poor thing just couldnât control his own body at this point. His breathless sobs and pleads for more were always met with acquiescence; your baby always got what he wanted.
He started to writhe even more, back arching so hard he came off your lap for a moment. âM-mommy, gon-gonna c- hah! g-gonna c-c-cum, please-â Normally, you would gently tease him for this, telling him to ask nicely even though he knew you would always say yes. But now, you couldnât find the heart to do anything but spoil him, and so you kissed his forehead and murmured âgo ahead.â
He arched off your lap again with a high pitched cry, cumming on your hand. His hands grabbed for your t-shirt, nearly ripping the fabric with his tight grip, and you felt tears start to hit your leg as he turned his head to the side. You soothes him with words and gentle touches, petting his hair. âThere you are, good boy, itâs alright-â
You thought perhaps he was falling asleep from how his eyes closed and the tension in his body dissipated. But when you moved to scoop him up again, he whined at you.
ân-no! Donâ s-stopâŚâ
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wc. 2.8k :3
warnings. ownership, soft-ish!dom reader, edging, v v lowkey pet play (u call him bunny lol), quiet whiny shoto, begging, miss k*nk (?), slight humiliation k*nk, crying, um
an. SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG HOLY S WORD I HOPE ITS OK I DIDNT GET ANYONE TO BETA IT SO IF THERE ARE ISSUES M SO SORRY LOVE YALL TY FOR WAITING
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shoto todoroki was so pretty.
it wasnât like he wasnât aware â heâd heard the whispers amongst the girls back at U.A. about how attractive he was. that didnât keep him from believing those words, his insecurities gripping him so tightly that he was unable to even imagine that anyone found him remotely appealing.
that is, until he met you.
when you first transferred into 3-A, the class was thrown into an uproar. you were beautiful, kind, and funny with a powerful quirk to boot! and yet, you never believed that you were better than anyone else, always treating every single person with respect â even bakugou (shoto couldnât even pretend to understand how you did it but still, the behavior was so undeniably you).
it was all of your remarkable traits that ended up being shotoâs downfall. he believed you were way out of his league â you deserved someone emotionally available and sweet, things that todoroki felt, no knew, he was not. besides, with every single guy in the nearest vicinity falling for you, he knew he didnât even have a chance.
so, shoto resigned himself to observe you from afar, watching your interactions with his closest friends and classmates, wishing that he could make you smile as wide as kirishima and deku or laugh as hard as sero and denki.
he knew he didnât measure up and while he tried to make himself okay with that, he felt jealousy bubbling up beneath his skin when he observed shinsou helping you with your homework or bakugou training with you after school.
of course, he realized he didnât belong to you or you to him and he had no real reason to be envious of whoever you chose to spend your time with but that didnât stop him from fucking his hand late at night at the thought of you hovering over him, pressing soft kisses to his mangled scar and calling him beautiful.
shoto came embarrassingly quick with that fantasy, the shame and disappointment overwhelming him to the point where heâd purposefully ignored you for days after.
he could tell you were hurt by his behavior â he wasnât entirely oblivious â but he knew it was for the best. you deserved so much more than him.
the both of you graduated and moved on to your respective agencies, shoto swiftly making his way up to the number 2 spot while you sat comfortably at number 17. neither of you saw each other very often but when you did, conversation was stilted and a bit awkward due to the intense attraction and inability to act on it on shotoâs part.
shoto was willing to go the rest of his life like this; seeing you briefly in passing, stumbling through a discussion with much difficulty, and then returning to his penthouse to hump his pillow and cry out your name.
it was a pretty good system for the most part. shoto had no worries about ever having to face his feelings for you and was content to live out his days suppressing his inner turmoil just for you.
unfortunately, the universe hates him.
at least thatâs what he told himself as he stood in the center of a boardroom next to you, clad in your hero outfits and listening to instructions on an upcoming mission that required you and shoto to work together. alone. for days at a time.
what the fuck.
to be honest, shoto completely tuned out the minute he heard âone bedroom,â his mind racing with all the horribly tempting ways his fantasies could play out.
by the time the meeting was over, he was hard in his pants and entirely distracted as you attempted to make friendly small talk about your mission. shoto sort of felt like he should apologize for being an absolute brick wall, giving you curt one word answers until you decided to leave him alone.
he felt bad but what else could he do when you stood there, wearing your obscene hero costume that revealed way too much of your skin?
well, shoto was being a little dramatic but thatâs how he felt! your suit was a play on the playboy bunny costume but instead of being black leather (he thinks he would actually die if you wore leather in front of him), it was a white, lightweight fabric that helped with your quirk.
it was entirely too sexy and reminded him a little too much of one of his secret kinks that he was determined to never let see the light of day.
it was going to be ok! he reasoned. all he had to do was do his job, ignore you like heâs done for the past 3 years and everything would be just fine â right?
wrong. so fucking wrong.
the mission had gone well on all accounts. you both had kicked ass, much to your enjoyment, and were able to go back home a day early!
you were so excited to finally be back in your own bed and away from the weird tension that being around todoroki brought. it wasnât that you didnât like him â in fact it was quite the opposite.
you found shoto alluring and gorgeous, his awkward yet endearing mannerisms drawing you further into the mystery that was shoto todoroki. regrettably, it didnât seem like the man in question was on the same page.
every time you tried to speak with him, he would either stutter and blush or refuse to look you in the eye and give you one-word answers. it was actually ridiculously cute but he would always disappear the first chance he got.
it hurt but you werenât one to push boundaries where you werenât wanted.
thatâs why that night, instead of going back up to the room to watch tv (uncomfortably, might i add) and knocking yourself out, you decided to go down to the bar and celebrate a job well done.
one of the perks of being a relatively unknown hero was that you could enjoy a night in public without anyone approaching you, a luxury you knew not many top 20 heroes could afford.
with that thought â and the memory of the stifling hotel room awaiting you upstairs â in mind, you made your way to the sparsely populated bar, sitting down and immediately requesting a drink (bourbon, on the rocks).
you scanned the area, counting the number of exits and patrons before your eyes landed on the handsome bartender down at the other end of the counter.
with curly brown hair, bright green eyes and a smile that could kill, there was no way you could lie to yourself and say he was unattractive. even as your mind briefly entertained the notion of taking the brunette out into the alley and fucking him within an inch of his life, your heart just wasnât in it.
your mind just couldnât stop drifting to the tall, dual-haired, oh so pretty, man who was (inadvertently) waiting for you upstairs. of course, you werenât even his to wait for but you didnât know how to keep from imagining that he was.
a deep sigh escaped your parted lips before you downed the rest of your drink, wincing at the burn it left as it went down your throat. it was getting late and you werenât planning on spending your night alone with the janitor.
you sent the cute bartender a soft smile while pressing a crisp $20 to the counter. he sent you his own grin back as his eyes trailed down your body clad in your tight hero suit, licking his plump lips in arousal.
you were flattered, truly, but you were a little occupied with getting back to your room, changing into some comfortable pajamas and conking the fuck out.
the trip back up to your room was long and arduous to your sore body, the elevators being out of commission leaving you to take the stairs.
by the time you were at your door, you were so worn out that you were ready to collapse but before you could manage placing your key against the lock, something caught your ear.
âp-please miss,â a breathy moan of your name followed by a wet slapping noise rang out through the door. âiâll be your perfect bunny, just let m-me cum, please-!!â
holy fuck.
shoto todoroki, the man youâd been crushing on since your years at UA was now touching himself to the thought of you doing god know what to him and he was calling you miss?
you felt heat flood your core, your knees buckling under the heavy weight of your lust. now braced against the door, you leaned your ear against the wood, determined to hear exactly what was getting him off.
more wet noises permeated through the walls â did he just spit in his palm??? â before a long whine left his pretty pink lips.
âm-miss, i belong to you, y-you own me,â he gasped, the creaking of the bed just barely audible beneath his wavering voice.
by now, you knew youâd soaked through the crotch of your hero costume, your clit throbbing painfully beneath the fabric of your panties. you also knew you should turn around, head back to the bar and order another drink, leaving shoto to finish himself off but you couldnât.
your feet were implanted in place, ear glued against the door as you listened to your partner masturbate to the thought of you owning him.
quietly, you lifted the hand gripping your key to the door, allowing the touchpad to register before slowly pushing the door open.
the sight that greeted you was otherworldly.
the blinds were parted allowing a dreamy haze of moonlight to envelop the room, casting the pale man before you in a somehow whimsical light.
he was stripped down to nothing, lying on his back with a hand wrapped around his gorgeous, swollen cock, furiously stroking himself to completion.
the plump lips that you had spent so much time admiring were parted, allowing whines and whimpers to leave them sporadically as his lithe hips bucked up into his hand.
shotoâs eyes were clenched shut so he was unable to see your dumbfounded, painfully aroused face as you crept into the room, leaning against the wall with your hand pressed to your mouth.
it wasnât as though youâd never seen a man naked before â youâd had your fair share of men naked in your bed begging for you â but this was something else.
this was shoto â somehow more intimidating than anyone else youâd ever brought to bed and yet youâve never wanted anyone more.
which is why you were almost surprised at yourself when you opened your mouth and whispered, âstop.â
immediately, shotoâs eyes shot open, wide with fear and apprehension as he lied there frozen, his hand still wrapped tightly around his girth.
the both of you stood there staring at one another, neither of you able to move. you let yourself have this moment to look at him, your eyes tracking all over his muscular form before landing on his length, not missing how it twitched under your gaze.
âi-â shoto started but he was quickly interrupted by your own voice. âsâthis what you do when iâm gone? touch yourself to the thought of me? youâre so dirty bunny.â
it was impossible to hide the low groan that echoed out in the hotel room, shotoâs cheeks burning red in humiliation. a grin crept across your face as you made your way towards him, giggling to yourself at the way he moved up and away from you on the bed.
ânow youâre trying to hide, bunny? you werenât hiding when you were moaning out my name.â your hand slid up his thigh until it was resting on his sharp hipbone, an abrupt gasp leaving his chest.
your hand continued its trajectory, fingers trailing across his tummy before coming to wrap around the base of his cock.
âo-oh fuck, missââ a thick drop of precum leaked from his slit and onto your awaiting hand as a low moan departed from the dual-haired boy.
one of his hands shot out to hold yours, drawing your attention to his heterochromatic gaze. shotoâs eyes held so much emotion, small tears already littering his lashline while the moonlight illuminated his crimson scar. he was ethereal.
âpretty,â you hummed, giving him a gentle smile while your hand squeezed his in reassurance. youâd had enough experience to know that that kind of comment was guaranteed to get some kind of vulnerability but what you were not expecting was the expletive shoto muttered before leaning forward to press his lips to yours.
immediately, he was over-enthusiastic, his lips and teeth clashing with yours messily, almost painfully, before you took control of the kiss, slowing shoto down before slipping your tongue inside his mouth.
his quiet groan vibrated into the kiss as you deliberately laid him down, resting his back against the pillows. from there, you had more access to his body, your lips trailing down to his neck while your hand took its place back on his length, lazily pumping him up and down.
âm-miss!â shoto choked, his eyes widening yet again, holding you with his stare. you chose not to respond, instead stroking him quicker while pressing kisses to his shoulder.
âmiss,â he tried again, this time more deliberately. âp-please tell me iâm yours...â
with him asking so sweetly, a few tears leaking from his gorgeous eyes at the overwhelming moment, how were you supposed to deny him?
âof course bunny,â you purred, leaning down to peck his nose, sending shivers through his body. âyou are mine.â
shotoâs reaction was instantaneous. his eyes rolled back in his head and his mouth dropped open as he felt his pleasure begin to crest, determined to push him over the edge.
you, of course, noticed his bodyâs response and quickly pulled your hand off of him, painfully ripping his orgasm from his grasp. a disappointed whimper resonated throughout the room as shotoâs eyes found yours, staring at you with such betrayal that you almost found it funny.
âcâmon bunny,â you moved until you were kneeling between his legs, your hands leaving featherlight touches to his inner thighs. âyou can hold out for me, right?â
shoto nodded before he could stop himself, desperate for anything you would give him.
besides, it couldnât be that hard to hold off, right?
...
wrong. so very wrong.
it had only been 30 minutes but it felt like 2 hours since you started playing with him and keeping him from coming.
shoto was covered in a thin sheen of sweat, both hands tangled in his bi-colored locks, eyes squeezed shut with tear tracks now drying on his cheeks and his cock standing fully at attention.
it was purple, throbbing, and covered in precum as you licked a stripe up the side making shoto sob in pleasure.
he had never been harder in his life and he was certain that he would just die if you didnât let him cum soon.
âp-please, please, miss, please, let me cum,â he babbled, shaking his head mindlessly while bucking his hips up into the warm heat of your mouth.
you chose to ignore his pleas while you moved your mouth over his tip, sucking hard while your hand pumped what wasnât in your mouth.
âa-ah-!!â shoto shrieked, his back bowing off the bed, his orgasm coming on so hard and so fast that he felt like he was going to explode. âc-canât hold back m-miss, i canât, i canât!â
your hand continued to pick up speed before you pulled your mouth off of him, toying with his tip while leaning up to breathe into his ear.
âcum for me bunny. youâre mine.â
with a cry of your name, shoto came, thick spurts of cum covering his abs, chest and thighs as his body convulsed under the weight of his bliss.
it was the most all encompassing orgasm heâd ever had and you, his former classmate, current partner, and future lover, was beside him through it all, helping him ride it out.
in the back of his mind, shoto knew he should be at least a little worried about how your relationship was going to change after all of this but he couldnât bring himself to care. you were here and now, bringing him the most pleasure heâd ever undergone with nothing but kind words and a smile, filling his touchstarved heart with heat and, dare he say it, love.
shoto may not have been the funniest or the most open but you chose him, even if it was just for the night. and now that he unlocked how much he loved you, nothing else mattered â just you and him.
as he collapsed back into the sheets, his head just barely registering the cool rag wiping him down, he took pride in how he finally admitted it to himself; shoto loved you and he would be damned if he let anyone else take him away from you.
now, all he had to do was tell you but that was a conversation for another day.
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Bakugou who aggressively flirts with the black interviewer throughout the entire ordeal and doesnât let up on her because he likes seeing her stutter and get all flustered. Youâre trying to ask him about his hero stats, but all he can do is counteract the questions with shit directed toward you instead.
âDynamight, Iâm here to ask and learn more about you! This isnât about me! Nobody wants to know anything about me.â You say through a laugh, but Bakugou frowns at the words before he leans forward with a grin.
âFuck everybody else. I wanna know everything about you, sweetheart.â The words fluster you to your core. Every question is shaky after that, your hands fumbling and sweaty from how heâs been eyeing you, biting his lip whenever you roll your eyes at another one of his attempts to flirt.
His PR manager keeps pausing the interview to get him back on track, but heâs trying to get on your track instead. After more hounding, he starts answering the questions instead of blatantly flirting, but heâs eye fucking the hell out of you. The black boots that come up to your knee, the skirt and fishnets that frame your thighs and hips, the view of your exposed cleavage, even your pretty ass face and soft looking lips.
He wants to both kiss them and stick his dick in between them.
ââLike your boots.â He blurts out, cutting you off mid sentence. You stammer for a second, tripping over your words as you try not to combust in your seat.
âYour fishnets, too.â This time itâs said with a lecherous grin as he leans back in his chair and spreads his legs. The cameraman quickly panels to your face, mainly to avoid the obvious bulge thatâs now swelling in Bakugouâs ripped black jeans.
Your mouth is gaping open, in shock that this fucker was so damn bold and had absolutely no shame! Bakugou just imagined you getting his pubes sticky from that soft clear lipgloss and brown lipliner on your lips.
âBehave.â You say through a smile, eyes cast low as you try your best to school your expression. You canât afford to get fired for flirting on the job, but heâs making it so goddamn hard. Bakugou likes the way you try to calm yourself, how chills slither up your exposed chest and arms from being so damn flustered by him. He canât help himself.
When the interview is over, heâs looking at you to give his thanks and goodbyes instead of the camera, even shooting you a wink that the camera catches. He doesnât let you get far when itâs finished though, ignoring the people telling him itâs time for another interview at another station, instead opting to convince you into letting him inside of your own dressing room.
He hikes your skirt up in no time, bending you over the vanity, leaves on the heels he wants you to step on him with, rips a hole in your fishnets and pushes your panties to the side. He wastes no time in shoving his face into your cunt, huffing against the pretty brown lips that are already wet with your slick. He licks you clean in seconds, sloppily opens you up with two fingers, before heâs pushing himself inside of you. He doesnât care about the rattling noises from the falling makeup and jewelry, just pounds into you harder, glances from where your skin contrasts with his own, up to your panting face in the mirror.
Itâs a sight heâll never forget. Especially not the face you make when you cum all over his cock and squeakily ask him to fill you up so you can still feel his cum dribbling out of you during your next interview with Deku. And of course, he happily supplies your demands.
ps: the interview goes viral and everyone loses their shit bc Dynamight was so obviously into you. now youâre being harassed into answering whether or not you guys fucked afterwards. your reply is always a stuttered, âno comment.â
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Cw: mommy kink as per usual with me
âWhat did your mother do when you came back home after being kidnapped by the League of Villains, when you were only 16? Did she comfort you?â
Your voice is leveled, calm and soothing to his ears. You know itâs helpless if you raise your voice, if you snarl or snap or get snippy with his lack of answers. Patience, is what you need when it comes to a man like Katsuki Bakugou.
âYou know the hag didnât fuckinâ comfort me.â Bakugou snaps irritably. Heâs not mad at you really, just frustrated with the past lack of empathy his mother never gave him. He frowns, slumps lower onto the suede couch, crosses thick arms over his chest as he glowers at the little trinkets that rest on the coffee table between the two of you.
âJust told me that I was weak. Got myself kidnapped, ân shit.â He grumbles, voice quieting with every syllable. You try not to let the pity show on your faceâKatsuki hates pity. He snaps and scorches your favorite pillows and pouts when you reprimand him afterwards. To save you both the trouble, you school your expression.
âHow did that make you feel?â It sounds so stereotypical, he snorts under his breath. You let a small smile crack your face before it falls in seriousness.
âAngry? That she had insinuated that, while trying to protect your friends and fight off villains, you had asked to get kidnapped? Weak? At not being able to protect yourself better? Frustrated? A mixture of all three, and then some?â
Bakugou sat still, hands balled into tight fists. You can see the black and gray smoke wafting from his clenched hands, making you sigh softly. You jot down a couple of notes while Bakugou visibly calms himself down with a few techniques you had shown him previously. Your writing stops at the low, familiar rumble of his voice.
âShe never comforted me. But you can. Right, doc?â
You already know what heâs asking for. Already know that this is around the allotted time where you give him his âtreatmentâ. Treatment that would surely get you fired if any of your bosses had found out.
But after trying it on a whim once, you couldnât help but keep up with your antics.
Bakugou wasnât subtle at all about how much he liked your breasts in the beginning. For the first few of his appointments, his eyes were always darting down to your chest. He wouldnât give you much to work with when it came to answers, but you started noticing how he would slowly start opening up more, depending on what you were wearing.
Days when it was cold and youâd wear an oversized sweater, it was like pulling teeth with him. But as the days grew warmer, the overgrown sweaters were thrown out for fitted button up shirts that strained across your chest. Or V necks with a light jacket over top.
Those days, you couldnât get him to stop talking.
Pretty soon, you realized that he had mommy issues. They were kinda obvious, with his views onâshitâeverything in the world.
Thatâs where your new treatment came in, exclusively for Mr. Bakugou twice a week.
âCome here, Katsu,â you murmur, already starting to unbutton your slightly see through cream blouse. Bakugou is up in seconds, ready to pounce but waiting like the good boy he is for further instructions.
You take your time letting each and every button loose, watch how dark his eyes go, how his breath picks up quickly, his hands shake in eagerness. You wait until the shirt pools around your waist, glance at his throat as he swallows audibly.
âYou wanna take them out? You did so well today, I think you earned it.â You tell him, an innocent smile creeping on your face. Bakugou licks his lips and nods, sinks down onto the couch beside you in his usual position. Laid along the length, his head resting in your lap, his hands wandering all over your chest and sides and tummy.
He waits until heâs comfortable before he slowly tugs the cup of you bra down. His eyes glaze over as he watched the fat of your tits spill from your bra, hums at the bounce they create when they land on his cheek.
He nuzzled his face into your chest, inhales deeply at your scent, his body instantly relaxing. Without further prompting, Bakugou slips your nipple into his mouth and begins sucking.
He always starts off a little rough due to his excitement, but calms when you tut at him under your breath. He chills out instantly, eyes fluttering close as one hand stays playing with a throw pillow beside you, the other rubbing circles into your free nipple.
âFeel good, Katsu? Hm, baby?â You hum quietly, rubbing soothing patterns into his back and scratching at his scalp with your other hand. You peer at him over the swell of your breast, watch how he struggles to open his eyes, blinks all slow and soft at you. He nods once and hums around you, making you shiver from the vibrations.
âGood, good boy,â you whisper, let yourself relax into the feeling of him suckling and licking your nipples softly. When your hands start to slow, he sucks a little harder to get your attention. You chuckle, speeding your ministrations back up to their usual speed, to which he sighs and falls back into his sucking rhythm.
He switches to the other nipple next, lets the drag of his own spit swipe across his cheek in his haste of switching. He makes a tiny little whine when you rub out a small kink in his shoulders, absolutely melting in your lap at the feeling.
You canât help but smile, and already anxiously await the next appointment you have with Mr. Bakugou.
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when armin is fucking u he would say all praises but then when eren is fucking u he would be so rude that armin would whisper only sweet words in ur ears
this BUT. but. armin praising eren AND you.
eren fucking from behind with his foot propped up on the bed so he can rlly pound your cunt till you're sobbin'. tells you what a sloppy fucking pussy you have n how hes gonna ruin it. armins there though, playing with your hair as he holds your head in his lap. hes fully clothed n hes looking at eren nd biting his lip, smiling softly "you look so good when you fuck her, ren. I could watch you for hours" the earnestness of it making eren flush n his hips stutter, groaning deep in his chest. "Fuck. Baby you're gonna make me cum. Watch me. K-keep watching me fuck her. Don't stop"
It gets to the point where eren has to pull out, flip you on your back, bc armin wants a closer veiw; "Wanna see how you fuck brats" and eren wants him too. "Want you down here, min" N you're moaning helplessly with embarrassment as you feel the silky tendrils of armins blonde hair on your thigh, he props his head there to watch as intently as possible; eren feeding his cock back into you.
You try and close your other leg, but min reaches over n keeps it spread. "Let me see"
Eren talks down to you "Dont fucking hide from us. Armin wanted to see this bratty princess pussy of yours fucked by my dick, and that's what he'll get"
But armin, sweet armin, uses his other hand to hold apart your puffy folds for eren as he stars rocking back and forth, in and out. Licks his pink lips. "Its so pretty. His cock inside you, wanna see it dripping white. Wanna see it so bad"
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Gamer bf Eren who puts his headset on you while he fucks you in his chair while his friends coo in your ear and tell you how cute you sound, asking how Erens cock feels and and while youâre trying to bite back your moans Erens hitting that ⨠s p e c i a l ⨠spot inside you so you canât keep your voice in. Erens friends giving you mock sympathy asking âawww, does it hurt??â While you hear them jacking off to you being TORTURED n trying to beg Eren to slow down but he doesnât bc he wants to show off your cute moans to his friends. Also his friends calling you mean things and laughing when you whine and Eren sighing when he feels you clench around him. Eren making you practically scream into the mic when you cum just to put his headset back on telling you âmy friends said thanks for the show~â
Because iâve been feeling connie lately :((( him being so degrading on the other end of the line, all you hear in the headphones, is the slick sound of jean fisting his cock, telling you how pretty you sound, how lucky eren is. But its connie, who laughing in your ear, and because eren canât hear what theyâre saying to you, is just fucking up into you from beneath you, boucning you on his cock, his words are filthy.Â
âYouâre such a hot little slutâ you hear him say, when you whimper from eren biting down on your shoulder as you squeeze around him. âFuck. you act so innocent too. Always the cute ones though, right? Shoulda known youâd get off on your boyfriends friends hearing you get railedâ
You moan and whine, hands uselessly gripping erens thighs as he rocks you back and forth on his cock. He wants to know who said what to make your cunt gush around him like that, but something about not knowing what one of his best friends are saying to you to make you cream around him, is making his balls ache with the need to empty inside you. He wants his little girlfriends pussy to come around him because of words someone else is saying, wants to feel you grip around his cock, getting off to others wanting you, when its his cock stuffed inside, hitting that spot.Â
âHeâs fucking you good, huh?â Connie still sounds condescending, but breathless now too. You know heâs touching himself. âCan hear that sloppy pussy all the way from here. Fuck, i bet you gotta cute one, bet sheâs really pretty to have our boy pussywhipped. Kinda wanna see for myself what all the fuss it aboutâ
You whimper.
âOh, youâd like that huh? Wanna put jaegers pussy on display for his friends. Jeans already fucking salivating for it. Armin probably creams into his pretty hands every night imagining itâ His voice is getting more and more scratchy. âIf you were a good girl youâd ask your boyfriend all pretty to do us all a favor and let us see that pussy get fucked. Wanna do that?âÂ
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how to trick writers into giving you more fanfic to read
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Zenitsu request please đđźđđź where he comes back to the butterfly manor after a long day and you just kiss him better, eventually leading to smut but heâs REALLY into it, like heâs actually cursing under his breath and has to grip onto their thick thighs for his LIFE since heâs so pent up from the long mission. I love him so much he has my whole heart (and tbh you do to for your AMAZING writing!!) â¤ď¸â¤ď¸â¤ď¸, please consider!! Stay safe!!
đ gotta love them ⨠t h i c k ⨠thighs. đ¤Şđ¤ Iâm gonna make it a little short scenario because I got a similar ask and Iâm gonna make that one longer đđĽ°. Nitsu will be aged up to 21.
        Zenitsu x reader
               kiss it all better
                   nsfw
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â Does that feel good, baby? Just relax.. â
You laid atop of the flushed, love-drunk blonde, your soft, plush legs cradling his lower abdomen.
Calloused, shy hands travel from your waist down to your ass, lifting your uniform skirt all the way up and exposing your thin, see-through panties. Below you, you see Zenitsu hesitate, the same bashful and irresolute look on his face as when you two had sex for the first time.
Leaning closer, you plant a kiss to his puckered lips, a low, needy whine emitting from the man.
â You can touch me, Nitsu- donât be shy. â Zenitsu nods. His fingers slowly tug at the lacy openings of your underwear, the feeling of his nails digging into your sensitive skin, before he slides his large hand all the way under, tightly groping your cheeks and spreading them apart.
â Youâre so soft, [Y/N].. â The man says, his mind completely intoxicated by you. Whenever it came to Zenitsu, he had always been more on the submissive side.
But, you soon found out that he was scarcely innocent.
Pulling down your underwear, you feel a surprisingly rough smack against your rear, followed by Zenitsu gently massaging the stinging area. He smiles up at you coyly, his eyes twinkling slightly.
â Sorry.. I couldnât help it.. â
â Oh, really now? â You scoff. Licking your lips, you slam yourself down onto Zenitsuâs lap; aiming especially on the raised hardened spot in his pants. A loud groan comes from his lips, his reddened face contorting in pleasurable pain as his hands quickly travel to your waist, gripping it tighter.
â A-Ah! [Y/N]..! That was so rough.. â The blonde was not complaining though, the smile on his face becoming wider. Slowly, placing your hands on his shoulders, you steady yourself before grinding your hips down into him.
â Oh.. Mmh- â Before Zenitsu could moan too loud, you slap a hand against his mouth, his eyes widening in surprise. You lower yourself down next to his ear, your arms now wrapped around his neck.
â Donât be too loud, Nitsu- we donât want the girls to hear. â You wiggle your hips before continuing your antics, hearing Nakahara and Takada talk through the hall.
Your boyfriendâs breaths grow frantic, his body shaking slightly under you while he holds onto your waist. You smile to yourself hearing his cute whimpers fill the room.
â [Y/N].. your u-underwear.. â Zenitsu tugs sheepishly at the fabric, pulling it down slightly. You raise yourself up before disposing your skirt and sliding your legs through the holes, your wet womanhood now exposed flush against his pants. The sight made Zenitsu feverish.
â Is this what you wanted? â Extending a hand down, you rub your clit slowly, Zenitsuâs hazy eyes focused on your movements. His hands begin to drift downwards, now resting on your thighs.
Without warning, the man begins to thrust up into you, holding your thighs down so you could not move. He throws his head back, his yellow bangs sticking to his sweaty forehead.
â [Y/N], youâre so.. I-I canât.. last that much longer. â You rub yourself against his bludge, practically jumping up and down his lap. Zenitsu rubs his hands down your legs, undoubtedly his favorite part of your body.
They were just so big, thick and supple. He could not take his hands off of them even if he tried.
If it were not for your heart pounding in your chest, you would have heard the numerous curse words that absentmindedly slipped past the manâs mouth. Zenitsuâs eyes shut tightly, his right hand moving back to your ass, before slapping it once more.
â Iâm gonna.. Fuck- â Seconds later, Zenitsu bites his lip, covering his mouth with his arm before a muffled low grunt leaves his throat. You look down to see him twitch in his pants, a small wet spot appearing just below your cunt.
Zenitsu covers his eyes, taking deep breaths as he calms down from his high, when you both hear a knock on the door.
* â Um.. [Y/N]-san? Is everything okay in there? I thought I heard you cry out.. â Nakaharaâs sweet voice speaks from the other side of the door. You smile,
â Yes, Naka, Iâm okay, just stubbed my toe. â Zenitsu blushes, looking up at you with a concerned look.
* â Okay.. well dinner is ready! Come when youâre ready to eat! â Raising yourself off of Zenitsu you speak cheerfully,
â Iâll be there soo- â
â Wait.. â Zenitsu takes hold of your hand before you could move. He pulls you atop of him again, this time, your cunt inches away from his face.
â You.. didnât get to come.. â Placing his hands on either side of your thighs, he begins to pull you down, his bashful eyes staring up at you.
â S-sit on my face- Iâll help you. â
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IZUKU. CUMS. TOO. FAST
he doesnât mean too! you just feel so good the way your walls pull him in, suffocating his cock as he plunges it deeper into you. his hips stammer as he whimpers a bit, moans slipping from his lips as white lines of cum shoot from his cockhead, splurting into you as he noisy finishes.Â
and he is so embarrassed because of it.Â
he pulls his cock out, face red as his freckles contrast against his skin. âoh-oh baby i-â he doesnât want to stop. he knows youâre not done yet and heâs silently cursing himself for being so sensitive. he moves, quickly sinking his fingers into your messy cunt, curling them as he expertly finds that sweet spot inside of you. his body gets hot as you moan out, and he moves fast keeping the same pace he was fucking you with as he breathes out small apologies, promising you heâll make you cum a million times more.Â
his pretty cock doesnât take long to get hard again, feeling how you clench around his soaked fingers, his cockhead throbbing in want for your warm pretty pussy again. he waits just a bit longer before sinking his cock into and giving you the best strokes youâve ever taken
watching you cum on his cock is the best sight to him, his cock fucking you down from your high. heâll only cum again if you let him, but be prepared for him to want even more to make sure you cum three times more than him.Â
heâs so needy for you, but heâll make sure youâre well taken care of. every. single. time.Â
(send me some of your headcannons)
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Crying at the thought of Shigaraki having to take someone off the payroll because a 14 year old whopped their ass and sent them to jail
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I have mixed thoughts on sex work. I love sex, but I hate work!
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the most unrealistic part of âfrankensteinâ is that nobody was attracted to the creature at all. are you telling me that he travelled all over europe and didnât come across ONE monsterfucker???
he was eight feet tall with flowing black locks, he had enhanced speed and agility, and not only could he speak french but he knew how to use the word âtheeâ!!! and NOBODY debby ryanâd at the sight of him???? NOBODY was like âso whatâs in his pantsđâ???? NOBODY wanted to climb that fucker like a tree????? impossible!!!!!! i refuse to believe it!!!!!!
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the most unrealistic part of âfrankensteinâ is that nobody was attracted to the creature at all. are you telling me that he travelled all over europe and didnât come across ONE monsterfucker???
he was eight feet tall with flowing black locks, he had enhanced speed and agility, and not only could he speak french but he knew how to use the word âtheeâ!!! and NOBODY debby ryanâd at the sight of him???? NOBODY was like âso whatâs in his pantsđâ???? NOBODY wanted to climb that fucker like a tree????? impossible!!!!!! i refuse to believe it!!!!!!
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things abt izukus thighs squeezing around my head struggling not to crush me like a watermelon as i choke on his cock
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