#battydrabbles

18+, minors do not interact!

Sero is head over heels in love with his mean ass girlfriend. You're high maintenance and bratty, and your words are sharper than your stiletto-tipped nails. He doesn't mind any of that; in fact, those traits are some of his favorites. His calm, collected, laid-back nature is just what you need to cool the fire that runs in your blood. Sero would never admit it to anyone but you, the way your vicious words and the nasty bite of your tone always send blood rushing straight to his cock. He loves how mean you are, and how pliant you turn when he gives you what you want.

You hate everything in your closet? "Why don't we go shopping? Get you whatever you want."

You need a new necklace? "How much, sweets?"

You need your nails done? "You bet, babe."

Sero reaps all of the benefits of these things. He's in heaven when you trace your nails along the thick shaft of his cock, the sharp tips pulling soft whines from his throat.

"Ohh, fuck yeah, baby, just— just like that." He breathes out, his head thrown back as you cup his balls in your hand, digging your nails in just enough to push pleasure over the edge into delicious pain.

Sero's favorite view is the diamond choker he bought you sitting prettily on your neck, glinting in the low light of the living room. The sparkle of the jewels is accentuated by the movement of your throat as he stuffs his cock in your mouth. "Shit, shit, shit, so—mmph, pretty with my cock in your mouth." He groans, his dick kicking in your throat at the sight of the glossy red stains your lipstick has left on his skin.

His favorite pastime? Obviously, helping you choose new dresses and skirts, watching you model lingerie sets. "Come on, mama, spin around for me, lemme see." Sero drawls, watching you from the dressing room chair. There's a lazy grin stretched across his lips as he watches you spin for him, a pretty smile on your own face.

"You like it, Hanta? Wanna buy it for me? Pretty please?" You plead, leaning forward just enough to give him a spectacular view of the way the lingerie top hugs your tits.

"Shit, baby, you're killin' me." Sero groans, taking a look at his wallet. Nevertheless, you leave the store happy with three shopping bags, stuffed to the brim.

No, Sero doesn't mind your attitude at all. Not when you beg so sweetly for him to just "fuck me already" after what feels like hours of torturous teasing. He takes his time with you, enjoying the sounds of your wanton moans and pleas, holding your hips down as you squirm helplessly beneath him. Your thighs are aching and trembling with the effort it takes to hold them open while Sero absolutely devours your dripping cunt.

Sero eats you out for so long that by the time he finally stuffs his cock in you, you're an incoherent mess, babbling out a string of "thank you, thank you, thank you".

"Aw, now you wanna be nice, huh? Only nice t'me when you're getting what you want." He grunts, punctuating his words with harsh, mean thrusts. You let out a long, simpering whine when he leans his head down and bites your nipple, hard.

"'Se—Sero, 'm sorry! Please please please, gonna cum!" You cry out, scratching angry red lines down his back.

"Shit, yeah, that's it—ah! Cum on my cock, baby." He grunts, pawing at your tits with one hand, rubbing fiercely at your clit with the other. He clenches his jaw, clearly trying to hold back his own release. Your cunt clenches down tight around his cock when you do cum, pulling him along with you, painting your creamy walls with his thick load. He collapses on top of you, peppering your chest with short, sweet kisses.

No, Sero doesn't mind your attitude at all. He fucking lives for it.

tags: @sozila @dssstiny @kamislop @riotsgrl

soooo my dear mootie @riotsgrl has convinced me to dip toe into the writing world. this is my first time writing anything like this so please, i beg of you, be kind!

cw: 18+ content, mdni! dacryphilia, overstimulation, afab reader (i write for what i know)

Sorry, but Kirishima absolutely has a dacryphilia kink. 

It’s not necessarily that he enjoys seeing you cry as much as he loves knowing just how much pleasure he is bringing you. This man is a pleasure dom through and through; he gets off on getting you off. He loves knowing that he makes you feel so good, the only way you can express it is through tears. Kirishima relishes the fact that he can bring you to tears with so little as a curl of his fingers right there, against that spot that never fails to make you convulse. Of course, not all sex with Kirishima is overstimulating to the point of tears. Oftentimes, it is soft and gentle, ebbing and flowing like waves on a lakeshore. He worships your body, no matter the mood.

But. 

He lives and breathes for the nights he has made you cum three times with just his tongue. The way you writhe around on the bed above him, soft, breathy sobs leaving your lips with every exhale. You whine, pushing at his head, begging for respite, but he simply locks his biceps around your thighs and dives deeper. You are a wreck once he finally comes up for air, thighs quaking, your lips red and swollen, and your eyes red and glassy. “Eijirou… I can’t. Need a break.” You whine, wiping at your eyes.

He shushes you, brushing his lips across your collarbone as he does. “Just one more? I know you can do it, pretty girl. For me?” His words are saccharine sweet, edged with a hint of mockery. He isn’t trying to be mean, but he knows you are putty in his hands, and you can never say no to him. Eventually, you cede to his desires, and “just one more” turns into him spending the entire night ravishing you. When you wake in the morning, bleary-eyed and groggy, thighs aching and sore, you find yourself covered in hickies and bite marks. And you wouldn’t have it any other way.

was chatting with @riotsgrl about this and i needed to bring it to life IMMEDIATELY.

synopsis: your roommate kirishima is the perfect gentleman! or is he?

cw: 18+, minors do not interact! pervy actions, reader is a tease, afab reader, panty thievery, masturbation (m&f), mentions of cum

Kirishima really doesn’t mean to be such a pervert. It’s sooo not manly, and he knows that, he swears! It’s just that you’re so perfect, and you prance around the apartment half-dressed like you’re not even aware of it. 

You wear these tiny little shorts that frame your hips so prettily, and the tank tops you wear can barely even be considered shirts. Kirishima doesn’t want to watch the way your shorts ride up to expose your asscheeks when you reach up to grab a bowl on the top shelf. He doesn’t want to sneak continuous glances at your cleavage when you bend over to pick something up. But he just can’t help himself. 

When you lament about all of your favorite thongs going missing, Kirishima just shrugs his shoulders. “The dryer must be eating them!” he calls over his shoulder as he rushes out of the room, hoping beyond all hopes you don’t see the blush rising to the tips of his ears. 

And even though he knows it’s wrong and nowhere near gentlemanly, he swipes your panties at every opportunity. You ask him to throw your laundry in the wash? Sure thing! Your worn panties that are sitting on top of the pile go right in his pocket. When you leave your dirty clothes in the bathroom after your shower, Kirishima is sneaking in to add another pair of panties to his collection. You look all around the bathroom for them, eventually giving up with a heavy sigh that Kirishima pretends not to know. 

It becomes an issue when even just the smell of your perfume as you walk by has him covering his lap with a pillow. It becomes an even bigger issue when he’s sat with his ear pressed against the wall that separates your bedrooms, barely even daring to breathe too loudly, lest he miss one of the pretty, breathy sounds that slips past your lips. Kirishima can just barely hear the buzzing of your vibrator, but the image he has in his mind is crystal clear. He pictures you with your shirt hiked up over your tits, and your hand between your legs, pressing the vibrator right up against your clit. 

Eventually, it becomes too much for him, and he ends up shoving his sweats and boxers down his thighs, furiously pumping himself with your panties pressed to his nose. He does everything he can to imagine it’s your hand wrapped so tightly around his shaft, picturing your pretty face looking up at him. Kirishima lets out a few quiet groans that he prays you don’t hear as he loses himself in the pleasure. When he hears you cry out one last time, loud and unabashed, he finishes, banging his head against the wall as his fist stutters to a stop, covered in hot, pearly white cum. Guilt washes over him as he realizes what exactly he’s just done, and he rushes to clean himself up.

The next day, Kirishima avoids your eyes and stays out of the apartment until evening, fearing you’d know what he’d done as soon as you make eye contact. What he doesn’t know is that you know everything. Your clothing growing smaller, your dirty panties left on the bathroom floor, bending over right in front of him; all of it was on purpose. You had known since you went into his room looking to steal a hoodie, and instead found his hidden stash of your underwear. Since then, you had been doing everything you could to tease him, wondering how long it would take for him to break. And finally, finally, last night, you heard him jerking off to the moans that you had let slip out just a little too loud. You heard his muffled grunt, and his head hit the wall as he came, and knew you had him. Tonight, you were putting on a fucking show for him.