Oh I’m So Upset

omfg i need fatgum inside of me NEOWWWWW ughggh like how is this fair

hey soooo ik i got popular on this blog for jjk but like….. what if i offered some shigaraki fluff…….. what then……… (i’ll post later tn if i’m able to finish it up :p)

BRINGINF RECEIPTS!!!!!!!!

So Nae and Mist rejected my application to join their relationship as the chain-smoking model tit addicted degenerate for reasons beyond my understanding, uh I suspect that it's because they hate me and want to kill me with hammers but what do i know :/

anyways.

anyways.

I want #league of villains to stomp on me.

mdni!!! (≧∀≦)

UMMMMM UHHHHHHH BLAME THIS ON THIS POST AND VALE I DIDNT DO ANYTHING!!!!!!!!!

cw’s!!: light(?) petplay (sugu calls u puppy + clicker trains u hehe), very very light dacryphilia, gn! reader (no specific parts mentioned other than the fact that ur bottoming!!), husband sugu…. the loml……..

wc: 792 :3

it started off as something silly! “for positive reinforcement.” suguru had explained simply when you narrowed your eyes at his initial mention of the idea. even after that (very poor) explanation, you still weren’t completely convinced.

“i’m just worried about you, my love. we’ve exhausted every option, haven’t we? why not try something unconventional?” and you would’ve refused once again, but ohhh, the way he wrapped his arms around your waist as he spoke… he was only worried for your wellbeing, after all…

he pressed a kiss to the crown of your head after your reluctant agreement.

and honestly? it wasn’t that bad at first! you had honestly thought that he forgot about the whole thing after a week of radio silence on the topic.

it wasn’t until he got home from a full day of errands that it was brought up again.

“did you eat, pretty?” he asked softly after pressing a peck to your lips in greeting. as soon as you let out a small hum of affirmation, there was a distinct sound coming from your husbands pocket that made your eyes narrow in suspicion.

two distinct clicks.

it took you a second to realize what it was, but an annoyed huff left you when you saw the smug look on his face. fucking bastard…

“good job, puppy.” you could only push him away as he laughed and heat rose to your cheeks.

it became almost routine after that. yes, you did huff and pout a couple of times after that initial instance, but you were used to the clicker after the first week. it was the same routine every time — you did something to take care of yourself, you got two clicks and a small praise from him.

and maybe… after a while… you found yourself purposefully taking care of yourself just so he could praise you… (you weren’t very good at hiding it, he saw the way your perked up expectantly whenever you told him about something good that you did.)

the thing is: if this whole arrangement started off as an experiment, why was the small, plastic device resting in his palm while you were struggling to sink onto his cock?

“c’mon pup, you got it...” his free hand is squeezing at your hip, the pads of his fingers digging into the soft skin there (it’d probably bruise later, but that’s the last thing on your mind at the moment).

“stop-… stop callin’ me that…” your voice comes out much whinier than you would’ve liked, but who could blame you? it was always so hard to take him in this position.

your bottom lip is in a small pout and wobbling slightly in frustration, your watery eyes fixed on where you and suguru meet. he stays quiet, running his hands over your skin in a comforting gesture to ease some of the tension in your muscles (it works, of course. his touch always brought you an unexplainable sort of comfort.)

you finally take all of him a few minutes later with a small, whimpered curse, the building tears in your eyes finally rolling down your cheeks when you feel the tip of his cock nudge right against that spot inside of you.

click click!

“thaaat’s it, puppy… fuck-“ a winded sort of chuckle leaves him. “— squeezed so tight when i used the clicker… you like it that much?” his hips twitch up into you involuntarily, making a strangled little whimper leave you against your will as you shake your head adamantly in denial.

“no? i must’ve been imagining things, then.” he breathes, finally starting the slow rock of his hips (of course he’d never let you do any of the work on your own!)

even so, your hips move to meet his motions while small, punched out moans escape your lips.

“there you go, puppy…” he groans softly. “takin’ me so well, so good f’me.” he’s practically babbling out praises at this point and as much as you wanted to deny it, the annoying little nickname he gave you was getting you close embarrassingly fast.

and fuck, the final thing that does you in are the godforsaken two clicks! that your brain had seemed to be specifically searching for.

his eyes are wide as he watches you unravel on top of him, the small whimpers leaving you only further confirming your puppy-like nature to your husband.

“did you just-” “shut up.” your voice is weak with embarrassment and your orgasm, but he’s quick to listen despite that.

he silently hopes he could train you to do that every time he used the clicker. how fun would that be?

Unskippable Bathroom Cutscene

Pairing: Shigaraki Tomura x gn!reader

Genre: smut

Content: forcing Tomura to take a hygene break while he games and making it worth his while~

♤Warnings: soft!dom!reader, handjob, some nipple play, anal fingering w/o lube, Tomura is a lil masochist but a good boy <3 ♤

A/n: was a lil tipsy while picking the title lmao

~ 1,9k words ~ MDNI | MHA Masterlist

You scowl, still hearing Tomura talk into his mic, relentless on this video game he's been obsessed with for the better part of a month. You told him to shower at least five times now, but your stubborn boyfriend is still glued to his screen, probably not even thinking about his real-life responsibilities of owning a body with severe eczema. A sigh escapes your lips as you walk into his gaming room, interrupting his session once more.

"Baby," your voice has lost its sliver of patience, sterner now, although it doesn't seem to bother Tomura, his attention still on the computer despite your hand pulling one side of his headset off. "You still haven't showered, have you?"

He presses his lips together, the scar over them flexing along. His eyes shift momentarily to you, gracing you with only a second of attention, almost shielded by his wavy strands. He shakes his head, not even offering a verbal response before his fingers continue their restless assault on the controller.

That's enough, you decide, now taking the headset off his head and push his controller out of his hands and onto the desk. "Tomu. I'm not telling you again, go take a shower now."

His brows furrow, fingers quickly grasping to at least save his game. Tomura leans back in his chair, letting out an annoyed groan without looking at you. "Don't wanna."

"Don't care," you mock his grumpy tone, patting his shoulder. Your eyes scan over his slumped form, realizing you're way too whipped for this man. "I'll draw you a bath, how about that?" you suggest, leaning in to kiss his pouty cheek.

"Whatever," Tomura grumbles, irritated his game abruptly ended and not really caring how this annoying task of self-maintenance will be carried out. His attitude is endearing and you can't help a small scoff as you ruffle his long hair.

"If I see you back on that game, I'll confiscate the controller," you warn him before walking to the bathroom.

The tub is filled with remedies for Tomura's skin, smelling pleasantly smooth. He's next to you already, eyes droopy and shoulders sagged. Seems like a few minutes away from the computer made this boy realize just how tired he is.

"C'mon, get undressed, baby," you coax, your eyes gentle as you take in his tired form. The exhaustion is entirely his fault, but that doesn't stop you from feeling bad for him. Your hands reach out to the hem of his shirt, offering to help him out.

He silently lets you, first his shirt, then his pants. You have to refrain from staring at his beautiful naked body, trustingly on display for you alone. Your hand trails over his spine as he sinks into the water, moaning at the warmth engulfing him, his body leaning against the back of the bathtub. You roll your sleeves up while crouching down behind him, arms wrapping around his neck loosely.

"Feel nice?" you murmur close to his ear, your eyes occupied by how pretty he looks, the slightly foamy water encasing his pale skin.

Tomura hums, his eyes closing as he leans his head back. Of course - you knew he'd enjoy this once he's actually in the water, the same pattern repeating whenever you have to force your pretty boyfriend to take care of himself. Your hands dip into the water, gently wetting his shoulders, fingers ghosting over sensitive skin.

You take your time massaging his body, wash along his shoulders and sore scratched neck, over and under his arms, his chest, and tummy as far as you can reach. Your mouth is occupied with the small kisses you trail along his cleaned neck, tasting leftover bitterness of soap. Tomura is pliant under your touch, his throat releasing approving little noises, head rolling to the side to give you more access.

"You look so pretty, baby," you coo into his ear, smirking at the obvious shiver that runs down his spine. He bites his lip, successfully suppressing a small whine. Your hands keep wandering under the water, almost without your permission, feeling each centimeter you can reach. You get lost in the feeling of his skin so soft and pliant and wet underneath your fingertips with the water engulfing your arms in pleasant warmth.

You know your boyfriend's body by heart and pick up the subtle signs of neediness like a wolf sniffing out its prey. There's a roused grin pulling at your lips, your hands caressing his lower tummy, fingers reaching dangerously far. Tomura inhales sharply, his body shifting under your possession, satisfyingly letting the water ripple against the tub's edge.

"Y/n," he whispers, his tone having switched from innocent appreciation to something more suggestive, an underlying invitation hiding behind your hushed name.

"Yes, my sweet boy?" you coo in response, teeth grazing the outer shell of Tomura's ear. You watch his hand curling to a first on his thigh, practicing learned self-restraint.

"Want you."

"But I'm right here, baby," you can't hide the obvious grin in your voice, eyes fixed on his side profile, enjoying each and every reaction to your teasing. Tomura closes his eyes, brows cutely furrowed. You both know you're aware of what he wants, but teasing Tomura when he's worn out and needy is one of your favorite things.

Your hand wanders back upward, finding his bony chest, instinctively circling his sensitive nipple. The action earns you a pretty gasp, Tomura's torso arching into your touch, lips pouty with usual defiance.

"Want you to touch me," he corrects his earlier statement, voice whiny but with its usual aloof undertone. You chuckle against his neck as you resume your kisses there, claiming you're already touching him.

Your stubbornness to follow his request makes Tomura huff with frustration, his hand twitching to just make you fist his hardened cock, but he refrains. Something about your gentle voice and touch makes him want to obey, makes him want to deserve you. Another gasp splits his lips when your fingers pinch at his chest, his body jerking with electricity, hand finally coming up to carefully grasp your wrist.

You release his nipple from your fingers, eyes fixed on Tomura's face once again. You move your hand and he releases it easily, eyes innocent when you turn his chin towards you. His red gaze meets yours, a fog of want clouding his vision, his pretty face flushed from the heat of the bath and the sin your fingers brought upon his insides. You smirk before leaning in, kissing his scarred lips.

Tomura's breath stumbles under your advance, his shoulders visibly relaxing, body leaning towards you, begging for more of you, and you can't help but want to indulge him. His chin is released from your hold, the touch of your hand now slowly treading downwards, feeling the tremble of his muscles with each centimeter they traverse.

He gasps when your finger trails along the dip where his thigh meets his hip, exploring further until you're sprawled along the inside of his thigh. He's eager, too eager for self-control, and therefore can't stop his body from jerking to the side, trying to get you to make contact with his pulsating goin.

You dart your tongue out, licking between his lips before pulling away, met with the rewarding look of Tomura's glistening lips and flushed cheeks, his eyes hooded. "You're being awfully good right now, sweetheart," you muse, finally lifting your hand from his thigh, palm engulfing the warm tip of his dick, "almost makes me want to forget about earlier."

His defiance about taking a shower still hangs fresh in your memory, but when he's being this pliant, this cute with those adorable lips that part for the prettiest moan when you squeeze his cock, it's hard to dwell on it. Tomura's eyes cast downwards, always turned on by seeing you touch him, and watch his own body react to the pleasure.

You lazily stroke along his length while beginning to leave small kisses over his shoulder again, sucking on the gentle skin ever so often. Your fingers are still greedy, needing to feel more of him, needing to make him feel more. Your other hand makes its way down his body too, trailing along the opposite side, into the water, and over his thigh.

“Spread your legs, baby," you coo against his skin, your hand following the crease of his inner thigh downwards, "that's it, Tomura. Wider."

He whines while obliging, making way for your touch to find his entrance, rubbing against it teasingly. He arches his back, shoulder pushing slightly upwards with the motion for you to rest your chin on it and watch him fondly. His brows are furrowed, gaze still cast downwards, observing your hands working him, little gasps making his Addams apple bob cutely.

"Want me inside you?" you murmur, smirking at his hitching breath and how he pushes his hips downwards, already eager without having found the response to your question in his head.

"Please~" he moans, the sound whiny and erotic and impossible to resist. It must be painful without lube, but that only makes your boyfriend moan louder when you push the tip of your index into him.

Your other hand tightens its strokes, thumb continuously caressing his sensitive tip with added pressure. Tomura averts his eyes, laying his head back against the bathtub, letting his moans flow freely, hips twitching in your hold ever so often. You move your head closer to his again, allowing him the extra affection of small kisses trailing along his jaw.

"You can come whenever you want, sweetheart."

Tomura inhales sharply, another deep moan rolling over his tongue, his eyes closed in bliss. Your finger thrusts into him ever so often, careful not to press too far without any lubrication. His thighs tense deliciously under the water, shifting, desperate to close around the pleasure, but Tomura remains a good boy and keeps them open for you, despite the concentration it requires.

The muscles in his abdomen start tensing, announcing his oncoming orgasm routinely. His moans turn to pretty little gasps, filling the bathroom along with the sound of sloshing water, his hips jerking almost rhythmically into your fist. Your teeth very carefully graze along his neck, aware of the broken skin - equally aware of his knack for pain. He whines loudly his hands gripping his thighs tight enough to make the flesh turn white before his cock finally stutters out an orgasm.

White ropes mist the water, squirting from his shaft in cute little spurts, Tomura's eyes shut tight as he lets the feeling consume his body, ripple through every cell, and hollow out his mind. Your hand slows as you watch him come, enjoying the sight more than anything. Caught up in the moment, Tomura barely notices when you pull your digit out of him, hand soothingly stroking his thigh under the water to slowly wander up and caress his chest.

His cock isn't released from your grasp, continuing to stimulate him even as his orgasm subsides, the cutest choked whines erupting from him at the slight overstimulation, but his warm cheeks and wanting thrusts betray how good he feels. You tilt his chin towards you, kissing him deeply while keeping up the light strokes, swallowing every gasp.

"Want another one, baby?"

heart eyes heart eyes heart eyes heart eyes heart eyes

getting a lip piercing despite being a habitual lip biter and your lips r always bloody but tomura does not give a fuck and will still give you rough make outs despite the blood and sore lips

-> will even add gas to the flame by biting down on your lips and pulling on the piercing