#clee’s.drabbles

[cleewii]

rating: R (18+ content)

cw(s): fem!afab!reader, sub!bakugo, horribly edited

thinking about punishing KATSUKI by making him fuck a toy when all he really wants is to fuck you.

“s’not the same….” he’d groan. His jaw clenched tight as he grits his teeth, willing away the sniffles and whimpers that threaten to slip past his lips.

The blatant disappointment stings in his chest.

“maybe if you’d been good you’d have gotten the real thing.”

he may be complaining, about how it feels different, about how it’s not you, but he greedily allows himself to fuck deeper into the toy.

“f…fuh—fuck you!” he gasps into your shoulder, the heat of his breaths billowing across your exposed skin.

“nuh uh, no whinin’. don’t have anyone to blame but yourself, honey.”

“i hate you…hate you so—hah!”

Your hands squeeze tight around the silicone toy; the tip of his cock going through different shades of pink, then red, desperately angry, starved of real attention, begging for something more. Pearls of white bead up and meld with the copious amounts of lube and pre already gumming up the insides of the toy; that ‘schlick…schlick’—ing rhythm filling up his head. He’s already starting to feel foggy; you’ve been denying him for hours, teasing and picking away at his resolve, and it seems you have no intention of giving him what he wants.

each time he fucks into the toy the tip of his cock just about kisses your naval. your smooth skin beneath the silicone tube makes his head go a little fuzzy.

oh, how he’d be dying to touch you, to feel you, but you wouldn’t let him, you’re smiling so mean as you deny him, and he just—

‘can’t take it. I can’t take it. I cant take it. I can’t take it—!’

“Fuck!” He gasps. “c—c’mon! don’t…fuck…don’t do this to me…” he’s already choking over his words, taking up big heaving breaths of air like his lungs are starved of it.

“you already know what I wanna hear.”

“s’not fair….you’re bein’ fuck—fuckin’ mean!”

“i’m not asking for much katsuki, really. just wanna hear you say it and i’ll start being nice. isn’t that what you want?”

“but i didn’t do—!“

“don’t lie, baby.” you’d cup his cheek, leaning up to whisper into his ear, “you know exactly what you did.”

“fuck!” he groans, and he realizes he really can’t escape from this. “m’sorry okay!”

you slowly drag the toy off of his dick, relishing in the way he squirms when the air touches the bare skin. The bare weight of him would lay across the length of your pelvis, hot, sticky, and full of need. you could feel his aching on top of your clit, could feel the heat of him envelop your skin with the way he’s draped across you, and that look in his eye, just seeing your pussy beneath him is driving him crazy.

“see, that wasn’t so hard now was it?”

he shakes his head no, swallowing down his own voice to stare at your glistening cunt, thoughts drifting to the slick feel of it around him once you finally give him what he wants

“please,” he breathes. “please.”

“one more time for me, honey.”

“i’m sorry….”

“for?”

“for bein’ a…a fucking’ brat…for n—not bein’…bein’ good….” the spit starts to gather up in his mouth, brain going foggy. just the thought of being able to feel your cunt has him damn near drooling, and when you look at him like that, like he’s perfect, like he’s everything you want, it makes his cock ache with a need so violent he’d do anything to make it better. “please, baby. can i….?”

“of course you can.” you smile. a sweet and soft, almost cruel, smile.

he moans in response and buckles in worship.

“t—thank you….thank you…thank you!”

#bakugou x reader #sub bakugou #bakugo katuski x reader #sub katsuki #clee.r18 #clee’s.writing #dom reader #clee’s.drabbles

[cleewii]

rating: r18

cw(s): 18+ content minors DNI, sub sanemi shinazugawa, dom gn!reader, pegging/m.receiving anal, no specified usage of “strap” or “dick”, overstim

you’ve managed to fuck him silent.

it’s uncharacteristic and, frankly, the best part of the night. reducing him to chaste groans every time your pelvis meets his ass, followed by the jolting of his body towards the headboard.

SANEMI'S practically sprawled across the bed. the only thing keeping him steady, keeping him grounded, is the rough feel of the sheets he’s clenching tight within his fists, but even then he’s certain he’s floating.

“uhn….uhn….uhn” spills from his mouth, timed alongside the way you bully into his body. his cheek is smushed against the bed, eyes staring off into space as his vision bursts with vibrant colors after each thrust, each deliciously timed, meaningfully brutal push inside of him. all parted lips and red faced. he’s stopped trying to swallow down the sounds that blossom from deep within his chest, but he’s gone so cloudy—mystified atop the silk sheets and plush pillows, that his voice comes only to follow the way you break him apart beneath you.

“uhn….uhn…o-oh—mmf!” he can feel it again. that knotting in his stomach, the twisting and pulling of his insides. it burns and aches and billows, and fuck it’s perfect, so good he finds himself chasing it, gasping and squirming, waiting for it to wreck him and spill out another mess on the bed.

it’s feels a little different this time, though. like closure. like an ending. an all encompassing, all consuming, soul shattering conclusion that he wants so bad; he needs it. he feels himself begging for it, but there’s no sound to follow, just those same breathy gasps and whimpers, but fuck, he hopes you know regardless, hopes you can taste it on him.

the way you fuck him is cruel, even at its most gentle. it tears him apart, rips away at him, and leaves him a drooling pathetic mess every time. when you manage a particularly hard thrust, one that batters against his prostate in a way that forces his voice back to him, he gasps, “fuck—! please….i’m g-gonna…g’na cum again…!”

“oh, already, sweetheart?” you smile. “hmm, doing so well for me. gonna give me one more, like a good boy?”

“mmhm,” he hums, nodding, drowning in it. then, he can manage nothing more. only soft hiccups and gasps as you wreck him. break him apart and rearrange him how you see fit.

you watch on enraptured at the sight before you, determined to make him crumble despite the burn in your thighs, and oh what a show he puts on. just for you.

the scars decorating sanemi’s skin twist and turn as he writhes beneath you, and the arch of his back, trained into him, forces each thrust of your hips to crush against that spot that sends him reeling.

a knot between overwhelmingly good and downright awful has tightened, and he catches himself pulled tight. but it’s not enough. he needs something else, something more, but he hardly understands what it is he’s aching for, doesn’t know how to formulate the thought, the feeling, the—

“cum for me, sanemi.” your voice splits through his muddled thoughts, and you plant a soft kiss against his spine.

it bursts.

the rope snaps and recoils, the colors vanish and he finds himself in the dark—a silent scream in the pitch black behind his eyelids. it’s as if all of the air inside of his lungs has been crushed out of him, and he chokes around his words, feels his fingernails dig painful crescents into his palms even through the sheets he clutches. wave after wave, his balls squeeze tight until the tiniest bit left of him to give is gone and a wet hot mess that coats his skin and the silk under his stomach remains

you drag him through the ecstasy, watching as he slumps—finished against the bed.

there’s a moment where the silence envelopes you both, but it doesn’t last for very long, ending once you’ve decided it so. “how many times was that?” you murmur as you pull out of him—careful and slow.

there’s no response. just the sound of heaving breaths and the steady release of the sheets in his fists. his lungs fill and deflate; his body twitches and ripples with the aftermath, and he’s left entirely worn—exhausted.

“sanemi?”

an ache is beginning to set in. he groans. A pitched rumble from his throat as he struggles to think up a reply, struggles to think at all, with the way his brain feels positively fried and the answer swims through his thoughts muffled and murky.

“fucked you stupid, huh?”

a hand comes to rub along his shoulder, soft kisses pressed against his skin, and he breathes through the fog, the rest of his energy fading along with it.

“shuddup….”

#AKAJSJDJEJDKXKSHNNGNGMG WANNA TEAR HIM APART WIT MY TEETH GODDAMNIT #sanemi x reader #sanemi shinazugawa #demon slayer fic #sanemi shinazugawa x reader #gender neutral reader #dom reader #demon slayer x reader #clee’s.drabbles #clee.r18 #x reader

[cleewii]

rating: m for mature

warning(s): suggestive content, 18+, sub!bakugo, dom!gn!reader, brat taming, marking

wanna fuck KATSUKI like he’s a good boy…

except, he isn’t one.

always has to make it so hard. biting, and scratching, and clawing, and growling—baring his teeth as a reminder that he’s more than willing to dig his canines into your skin. his tongue laving over the marks on your neck, fingers brushing across the long, angry, red lines down your back. it’s a bunch of bravado. he’s all bark and no bite—but still, he makes a show of his defiance, will never make it easy for you because there’s something about that firm hand of yours tugging on his collar, pulling him in every which way, talking him down until all of his fight is gone, that he lives for.

god, how he aches for it. it’s a need that crawls up from the back of his throat and manifests in every snide remake, every test of your patience, and feeds on that look of promise in your eyes.

“yeah? what’re you gonna do about?”

“jeez, katsuki.” you sigh, running your hands down his bare chest, the tickle of the fuzz trailing down his naval leading your touch lower, and lower. “how come you can’t make it easy for me, baby?”

he bites back a hiss when the palm of your hand ghosts on top of the tent in his pants. you can feel the heat of him beneath the thick fabric and you know what he wants, but just as he wants to make it harder for you, you’ll make it harder for him.

“y’could just be good for me. i’ll touch you however you want—all you gotta do is ask.”

and it’s tempting. so tempting, in fact, there’s this voice in his head telling him to give up and let you take the reigns.

wouldn’t that be nice? wouldn’t that be fun? just sit still and take what you’ll give to him without complaint, and he knows you’ll fuck him stupid, you don’t even have to promise him that. it’s your smile in his mind, and your hands on his skin, and he can already imagine just how good you will make him feel, if he only just let you.

but he’s always liked it rough. liked it mean.

“not a fuckin’ chance.”

“fine.” your other hand, where it had once been toying with the waistband of his sweats, tracing loving patterns into the gray fabric, finds purchase around his neck. not hard, there’s not enough pressure for it to muck him up in that familiar way, but your thumb just slightly presses into the column of his throat, and he languishes with it.

katsuki will come around eventually. just takes some time, patience, and a little bit of cruelty, but soon enough he’ll whimper, whine, and beg like the good boy he can be.

“have it your way, then.”

#sub bakugou #katsuki bakugo x reader #bakugo x reader #katsuki x reader #sub katsuki #bakugo katuski x reader #dom reader #gn reader #bakugou x reader #clee.r18 #clee’s.drabbles

[cleewii]

rating: R18+

cw(s): 18+ content/MINORS DNI. sub! izuku, dom+gn! reader, izuku is into being called your wife, everyone is sort of a freak here

wanna make a housewife outta IZUKU.

i mean, it’s all just teasing at first. the occasional comment meant to pull that rosiness out of his cheeks whenever he makes you dinner or does your laundry for you.

“you’d make a good wife, izuku.” paired with a laugh that grows with the way his face blooms afterwards.

it’s all jokes, and he knew you didn’t mean anything by it, but slowly the jokes become more and more frequent. calling him your trophy wife, cute little housewife, telling him how pretty a ring would look on his finger.

when you have him laying against your chest, comfortable between your thighs, the jokes keep coming, even after you’ve already fucked him tender and dumb.

“y’could be my cute lil’ wife, you know.”

the soft feel of your lips against his skin has him shuddering a bit. the feeling only just feathers along his neck, then below his ear, until eventually your pressing kisses trailing across his temple.

“just stay home and look pretty f’me. never have to do all that horrible hero work.” your finger slides down from his soft cheek to his chin, turning his head to face you, all the while he’s staring into your eyes with a glazed over, fucked out expression that has a smile spreading across your face. “wouldn’t you like that, honey?”

“uh huh,” he nods, though the words aren’t reaching his brain. there’s only the light post-orgasm buzz warming him up inside, not a single thought can come through. he’d say yes to anything you’d propose right now, because in his eyes you’re divine, and he is nothing if not devoted to you. “please…”

“sweet thing,” you coo, “of course you would.”

“i’d get home from work n’ you’d be makin’ dinner while wearing that pretty ring i’d get you. as a present, i could bend you over the counter and fuck you on it, just like that…wouldn’t that be nice?”

the blood is starting to make its way back into his cock, and all he can do is stare wide eyed and stupid.

“could dress you up all nice and introduce you to my boss ‘n coworkers. And when we leave the party i’ll screw your pretty brains out in the backseat of the car for being so good f’me.”

you giggle a little, and it’s a sound so delicate and innocent he can hardly wrap his head around the filth coming out of your mouth. but that doesn’t stop the way it twists him up inside and leaves him squirming against you.

“bet you’d love that, huh baby?”

“Y-yes…yeah…oh—,” he groans. “please.” his face is starting to get hot, the rest of his body is already beginning to ache with the need searing in is cock. your words paint pictures in his mind that almost leaves spit trailing under his chin, and he’s not quite sure what to do. beg, cry, whine, it’s horrible, the way you toy with him. “please!”

“what’re you sayin’ please for?” Your fingers trail over his bare chest and teas across his pert nipples. “c’mon angel. use your words.”

“f-fuck…fuck me….!” he gasps. “please! make me…make me yours I—I wan’ it! i wan’ it! wanna be y—yours! please…please…please!”

“yeah? you wanna be mine that bad?”

“yes! oh…oh fuck—! yes!”

“but you’re already mine.” you press a kiss to his cheek. “tell me what you really want.”

his breath catches in his throat and it comes out a strangled whine, one that forces another shade of pink across his face.

‘what you really want’ it’s absurd, it’s embarrassing, but the longer you tease him the more he unravels, and he can feel himself slipping. “don’t—“

“oh c’mon angel…humor me won’t you?”

his lips press together tight as he stares at your hands, which lay on either side of his hip bones, thumbs tracing light circles against his skin. it’s a tantalizing feeling, a dull ache forming in his chest that threatens to bubble up into his throat, and he’s trying with the last threads of self control he has left to keep it at bay.

“do you hate the idea that much?”

“no!” he cries, shaking his head like he’s desperate. “n—no I….I….”

it’s too much. this feeling is too much, your touch is too much, the idea is too much.

But he loves it. he holds onto it like a secret he’ll only share with himself, but with you prodding this way, he’s worried he’ll spill.

He just can’t admit that he loves the joke a little too much.

#i blacked out and woke up with this in my drafts #i’m sick in the brain this is honestly so strange and i have no idea where it came from #izuku x reader #deku x reader #sub deku #sub izuku #sub midoryia #midoryia x reader #izuku midoryia x you #dom reader #clee.r18 #clee’s.drabbles

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