I Downloaded This TikTok Video To My Phone And I Watch It Whenever I’m Sad True Story.

Too adorable not to repost 🥹🥰

I drew this one because someone on twitter asked if someone could draw Joseph specific face in the recent photo of the joes reunited as Eddie and here is my attempt! ehehe also wanted to add Joe as Steve staring right into your soul 💥😼

The tweet ✨

“not all men” you’re right, eddie munson would never treat me this way.

Drabble from this head canon.

TW: blood, angst, mention of death.

He could faintly hear the screaming around him, sobs erupting over him. He felt arms wrap around his body, the pressure of them lifting his aching limps, cradling him against another, but he felt no warmth from the touch. His eyes felt so heavy, his head was pounding. He hears voices, and can faintly understand that they were speaking, but the words were lost in translation. It takes everything he has just to peak an eye open, stare up at the two sets of eyes on him. He sees their lips moving, watches as the tears fall from their face, but he can’t feel the droplets land on his skin. He can’t move his head to look down at his torso, but he knows there is blood, knows that there’s more on the ground than in his body.

“Steve…Steve…you…can anyone please…Steve? We need backup! Steve’s hurt, he’s…Steve…Steve!” Dustin…That was Dustin’s voice, wasn’t it? “You gotta be okay, man!”

“Dustin…” That was Robin’s voice. Was she holding him? She sounded like she was in pain. Did he not do enough? Was she hurt?

“No!” He suddenly screams, his voice ringing in his ears, or maybe that was from the blood rapidly pumping in them. “No, he has to be! I can’t lose anyone else!” Dustin pulls the walkie-talkie up to his mouth once more, pleading, “Can anyone hear me? This is code red! I repeat, code red! We need someone, anyone! Please! Hopper…Mrs. Byers? Anyone?”

“Henderson?” He didn’t mean to speak, but despite the lack of intent to talk, the word was still so difficult to form.

“Yes, Steve, I-we’re here, buddy,” he rushes out, the sentence tumbling from his lips as if the faster he speaks, the quicker that Steve would heal.

“Robbie?” His voice is fading as he continues to speak.

“Shh, I’m right here, dingus,” she whispers. “But try not to talk, alright? You’re banged up pretty bad.”

“Oh.” His mind was getting foggier, but it was something he was grateful for because he couldn’t feel the pain. He just felt tired. “Are you guys okay?”

“Yes, yes,” Dustin answers, his voice cracking under the weight of a humorless laugh bubbling up past the lump in his throat. “We’re okay. Thanks to you, buddy, we’re all going to be okay.” Steve tries to nod but his head just lulls into the bend of Robin’s neck and shoulder.

“Good, good,” he mutters sleepily. “I just need to close my eyes for a bit longer.”

“No, Steve, please,” Robin whimpers, clutching him closer to her chest.

“It’s okay, Robs, everything’s okay.” And Steve believes that as he smiles up at the pair that are pleading with him to keep his eyes open just a bit longer. “I’m just happy you’re both safe.”

He can’t hear their voices anymore. They’re muddled, as if he’s underwater. He sees nothing in front of him, just waves of darkness for eternity. He feels nothing. He isn’t cold or warm, there’s just nothing. No more pain. And then he hears the gentle, broken, “Steve?” behind him from the last voice he expected to hear, yet it was one he desperately wanted to listen to again. Turning around he finds Eddie, his previously shredded and bloodstained Hellfire T-shirt now spotless underneath his leather jacket and battle vest. Wait, Steve thought that he had that vest in his room, tucked under his bed so no one would take it from him. It was greedy, he knew how much the boys wanted a piece of their Dungeon Master to remember him by, but he couldn’t part with it. He was allowed to be selfish just this once. But it seems that it was unnecessary as Eddie was standing right in front of him. He reaches out and touches his shoulder, making sure this wasn’t some sick dream or illusion, but he felt the heat from his body, the first sense he had of his own touch, and he throws his arms around Eddie, feeling the warmth spread in the embrace. But something felt off as Eddie gingerly wrapped his own arms around Steve’s frame, acting as if he were fragile, or like he was scared. Pulling back, Steve looked over Eddie again. He didn’t see any injuries. Shouldn’t he still be healing? He looks unscathed.

“Eddie, how are you alive?” Steve asks confused.

“I’m not, Steve,” he rasps out, choking on a small sob as Steve finally notices the tears streaming from his face.

“But then…”

“I’m sorry, Steve, but neither are you.”

𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: snapshots of you, an innocent senior at hawkins high, and eddie, the no-good weed dealing perv. 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: perv!eddie munson (stranger things 4, 2022) x fem!reader 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬: innocent!reader, dubcon, coercion, trading sexual favors (nudity) for drugs, male masturbation, daddy kink, some degradation, corruption, names (princess, baby, slut, good girl), fingering, drug use, angst, fighting, injuries, unprotected sex, p in v sex, praise kink, overstimulation, premature ejaculation 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: finally compiling this and making it an official series! <3 love me some perv!eddie lol let me know if you'd like to be added to my taglist for this story!

𝟏: 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝟐: 𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝟑: 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝟒: 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝟓: 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐬𝐦 𝟔: 𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐞 (𝐧𝐨𝐭) 𝟕: 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝟖: 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐮𝐩 𝟗: 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝟏𝟎: 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠

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Bakugou Katsuki x Reader

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Bakugou Katsuki x reader

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5 years.

Genre: fluff with an angsty beginning.

Estimated chapters/parts: 1 main + 2 bonus parts, potential spin-off and bonus chapters if you guys want more of this AU!

Part 1: 5 Years

Part 2(bonus): The Lost Polaroid

Part 3: The first date

This AU is finished for now, but I’m more than happy to listen to your ideas for potential spin-offs! 💜 I’m also thinking about a TodoDeku spin-off for the future if you guys wanna read that stuff 💜

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Bakugou Katsuki’s daily shenanigans!

Season 1 completed!

Genre: Comedy, Slice of Life, Eventual Romance

Estimated chapters/parts: This can go on forever. Honestly. It’s like FRIENDS but with Mr.Katsuki.

Part 1: Bakugou Katsuki and the case of the leaving secretary

Part 2: Meet the Menace!

Part 3: Bakugou Katsuki and the dancing pigeons

Part 4: “Dynadick” and the case of the heartbroken Chargebolt

Part 5: Bakugou Katsuki and the case of the unconscious secretary (double chapter)

Part 1 Part 2

* Part 6: Bakugou Katsuki and the case of an unexpected team up mission (feat.Deku&Todoroki)

* Part 7: Bakugou Katsuki and the case of a missing secretary

* Part 8: The Menace and the case of the pajama party in the alternative universe. ( + extra Tododeku!)

* part 6-7-8 is a 3 parter that can be read without knowing the main story line! Enjoy!

Part 9: Bakugou Katsuki and the case of the Number One

Part 10: Bakugou Katsuki and the case of the Future Teller

Part 11: This wedding sucks.

Part 12: Steven!!! 🐦

Part 13: Bakugou Katsuki and the case of a furious mother.

Part 14 (1/2): Fake it till you make it!

Part 14 (2/2): A date?!

Part 15: Last Resort.

Part 16: Be my fucking girlfriend, Menace! (The End)

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Bakugou Katsuki’s daily shenanigans

Season 2!

Genre: Romantic comedy, established relationship, fluff

Chapter 1: Relationship 101 with Bakugou Katsuki.

Chapter 2: Meet my Menace, you old hag!

Chapter 3: “Pillow Talk”.

Chapter 4: It’s okay to say no. (18+, skippable)

Chapter 5: The Aftermath

Chapter 6: Bakugou is bad at feelings.

Chapter 7: Let me take care of you.

Chapter 8: Is this the famous honeymoon phase?!

Chapter 9: A bubbly experience 🫧 (16+)

Chapter 10: Auntie Inko’s chili-chocolate muffins

Chapter 11: Katsuki has shitty feelings (again.)

Chapter 12: Shopping date

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ZER0. (On hiatus)

Genre: Angst, fluff (with happy ending!)

Estimated chapters: Around 10 chapters

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Chapter 1: Off With The Head!

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Todoroki Shouto x Reader

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Todoroki Shouto’s Journey to Self-Love

Genre: Fluff, angst

One-shot

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Aizawa Shouta x Reader

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Deal, you Brat!

Genre: Fluff, romantic comedy, mature themes

This story is finished!

Chapter 1: A deal with the sensei!

Chapter 2: This is not a date! … or is it?!

Chapter 3: It’s just a family dinner.

Chapter 4: I miss you.

Chapter 5: Long time no see, sensei!

Chapter 6: Let’s enjoy the beach, sensei!

Chapter 7: Perfect

Chapter 8: Aizawa’s “present”.

Chapter 9: I could get used to this.

Chapter 10: The End and the Beginning.

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Midoriya Izuku x Reader

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My weird roommate, Midoriya Izuku!

Alternative title: Midoriya Izuku’s weekly shenanigans

Genre: Slice of Life, Comedy, Fluff

Estimated Chapters: 10 to 20? 30? Over 9000? Wait, wrong anime.

Week 0: Just go with the flow!

Week 0.5: Let’s get settled! 📦

Week 1: The Art of All Might 🎨

Week 2: Garden Shenanigans 🪴

Week 3 Part 1: Reality Check.

Week 3 Part 2: Meet the Gang!

Week 4 Part 1: Deku’s Daycare! 🍼

Week 4 Part 2: The Hero Con! 👾

Week 5: Mama Midoriya! 🥦

Week 6 Part 1: Sorry/Welcome to the Shouto Bus! 🚌

Week 6 Part 2: Bring it on! 🔥🪵🍻

Week 6 Part 3: Drunk shenanigans! 🏕️

Week 6 Part 4: A little accident.

Week 7: It’s just a cold, Izu!

Week 8: Wonderland ✨

Week 9: Awkward.

Week 10: Now or Never

Season 2

Chapter 0: Midoriya Izuku tells the truth!

Chapter 1: Slow and Steady

Chapter 2: We should do this more often.

Chapter 3: A not-so-secret admirer.

Chapter 4: The calm before the storm.

Chapter 5: Never Enough

Good Use

Pairings: dom!Eddie Munson x sub!reader x switch!Steve Harrington

Drabble

Warnings: NSFW content. Smut, sir kink, slight choking/choking kink, threesome, praise kink. 18+ Only. Minors DNI.

AN: My first smut/drabble. Welcome to constructive (friendly) criticism, thank you!

Tangling long, guitar-calloused fingers into your hair, scratching your scalp Eddie took your jaw in his grasp. He hovered over you, bending down to your kneeled height, his hard cock standing at attention against your back. Eddie held your head in place to watch Steve lazily stroke himself in front of you. Eddie turned your gaze up to him before he bent further to pepper short pecks across the expanse of your neck.

“You see that, sweetheart?” He murmured breathlessly against your cheek. “See how hard you make him? Make me? See how much we want you?” All you could muster was a gentle nod as your attention was too focused on the steady movement of Steve’s hand over his reddened tip. Your voice seemed to fail you until the hand holding your chin found itself wrapping deft fingers around your throat. “We use our words here, babydoll. Understand?”

“Yes, sir,” you whimpered out as his fingers squeezed in the middle of the sentence, the last syllables coming out like a wheeze. You were dying to touch them. Dying to be touched. Desperate to put yourself to good use for either the metalhead or the former high school king, but preferably you’d be used by both.

“Sir, huh?” He teased with a laugh that vibrated against your skin. “Yeah, I like how that sounds coming out of your pretty mouth. But I’d like it better if you put that tongue to good use.” He stood in front of you now, blocking the view of a smirking Steve and filling your doe-eyed gaze with his own hard cock. “Oh, and Harrington, since you’re so quiet why don’t you show our girl what your tongue can do too?”

💖 Hello, my lovelies 💖

⚠️ Important announcement. Please read ⚠️

Good news, I am alive! I know I’ve been MIA for a bit but I’ve been going through some big irl changes. Mainly being that I’m out of a job. Because of that, I’ve been taking every babysitting, dog sitting, doordashing, and odd job I can possibly find for the past few months now, which is why I’ve been so busy and unable to work on your brilliant requests or any new ideas. Sorry for ghosting you all. But I’m back! Still busy and unemployed but back! Writing is very helpful for my mental health so I’m trying my best to keep a writing schedule going as a self-care routine.

With that, I am happy to let you all know that I have some exciting things in the works!

First off, the next part of Biblophile Brew is written and ready, but we have not yet reached the like/comment/repost goal. However, since your girl is broke and hungry, I did create a Ko-Fi and a goal has been set up on there, so whichever goal is met first I’ll post part 4. Please know that I greatly enjoy writing and sharing my works with all of you, and I appreciate every view, like, comment, and share! However, writing fanfic is extremely time consuming and draining some days, and I need a bit more motivation to keep at it now more than ever. So if you can give anything, please know that I appreciate it and every penny makes a real difference in my life! But, if you can’t, I still appreciate every one of you and I am still doing my best to provide fanfic postings! I know y’all need that sustenance lol.

Secondly, a lot of you have been asking for more Nightmare Fuel, and yes, I am working on a second part! But I have other projects that I would like to finish first, such as more ShinZawa fics since so many of you have been asking for more since Private Lessons. I have lots of plans and I have lots of ideas, but I don’t have lots of time, so please be patient with me!

I think that’s everything I wanted to share for now. Thank you for reading to this point and for supporting my writing! If you guys have questions or anything, feel free to let me know. If you have ideas or requests, feel free to send it my way! I will do my best to keep up! Thank you!

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Ages in bios please!!

PSA!

Hey y’all 👋🏼 I’ve noticed something that I’ve been slacking on lately that I need to address…

Your ages need to be in your bio. I love to see all of the love, reblogs, follows, comments, and requests! It means so, so much to me! But I cannot and will not accept any requests if you don’t have your age in your bio! I try to be diligent about checking every blog that interacts with my work, but you are responsible for your own media consumption. When I say that my work is MINORS DNI, I mean it! My writing is for adults and adults alone. And I hate to do it, but I will block if you don’t have your age in your bios…I’ve done it before and I’ll do it again. Even if you’re 18+ you will be blocked without your age in your bio, bc idk if this will apply to you or not. So please, please, PLEASE have your ages in your bios!

Thank you everyone for your love and support of my writing! And I’m working on your requests and the next parts of current projects, my life has just been a little messy at the moment 😅but I have big plans and great things coming soon!

Thank you for your time! ❤️

Is Bibliophile Brew going to be out soon ? , no rush 🤍

Hey! Thank you so much for your interest in Bibliophile Brew! It really means so much to me that people seem to enjoy this!

And I know that I have mentioned this in another ask, but again I want to say that I’m so sorry for the delay! While we have met the goal of reposts and likes for part 2, life kinda caught up with me in the form of ✨college finals and graduation✨🥲 Honestly, I hadn’t expected to reach the goal for part 2 for a while from my previous post activity 😅 so I am really happy that this fic is doing so well!

I’m almost finished with my last semester of college and haven’t had as much time as I thought I would to finish writing the second part. However! I graduate May 11th and then I will have SO MUCH FREE TIME! For now, I’m working on the second part during my free time, but it’s just a bit difficult with everything going on. But it is coming!!

Thank y’all again for your patience! Make sure to put on notifications too if you’re following for when I do post part 2! 🧡💚

Training

Shinzawa x fem!reader

Summary: ShinZawa rush home to their pretty new kitten.

So many of you have been asking for another ShinZawa x reader one-shot so I tried something a little newer than what I’ve written before. I hope this does not disappoint! Thank you for reading!

Warnings: NSFW. 18+ only. Minors DNI. Aged-up Characters, threesome (mmf), fingering, oral (f receiving), pet play, inexperienced!reader, sub!reader, slightlyinexperienceddom!Shinso, experienceddom!Aizawa, lessons on sex, overstimulation, pet names (pet, kitten, kitty, kitty cat, pussy cat), bondage, spanking, humiliation, toy use (vibrator, anal plug, cat costume, leash, collar), slight manipulation, slight water sports, sadisticdom!Aizawa, bukkake, cum eating. Please let me know if I forgot anything! Hope you enjoy and remember to show some love by liking, commenting, and reblogging!

Word Count: 3.2K

"We’re late," Hitoshi sing-songs to Shota as they run through the crowd, their eyes set on the amateur purse snatcher they’re after.

"Nothing we can do about that now," Shota grumbled. His wrist flicks his capture weapon out, the material snapping around the person’s ankle and pulling them to the ground. "The kitten’s fine. She can wait a bit longer."

"Think so?" Hitoshi asks as he gets close enough to bring his boot down on the thief’s wrist, preventing them from reaching out for the dropped bag once again. They groan in pain, activating their quirk to summon a dagger of light in their other palm. They swipe the blade of energy at Hitoshi’s leg, cursing at him all the while.

"Fucking meddling heroes!" They scream, blindly wielding their weapon. "Can’t mind your own fucking business! I—" Their screeching comes to an abrupt halt, their eyes dulling and muscles relaxing.

Hitoshi sighs, aggravated by the lack of a challenge and disappointed with the abundance of stupidity. If he was going to be spending his time away from home, away from his new kitten, then he wanted the patrol to be worth his time. "I didn’t even have to trick you into opening your big, fat, fucking mouth." It’s not a moment later that Aizawa is slapping a pair of quirk-canceling cuffs onto their wrists, ending the shit-show of a robbery quickly. Hitoshi silently commands their perp to stand, guiding them to follow wordlessly to the nearest precinct. Shinso is quick to pick up their conversation again. "I just hate leaving her all alone. She’s still in the training phase."

"That’s how kittens learn," Shota reminds. "We can’t be home 24/7. She needs to learn how to behave even when we’re not there."

Hitoshi’s shoulders slump and he heaves out another sigh. "I know, I know. I still hate it though. Her little sad eyes and pitiful mews are like fucking daggers to the heart." Aizawa raises an eyebrow at the pun, but whether Hitoshi meant it as such, he doesn’t address it, so neither does the older hero.

"You’ll spoil her," the dark-haired man scoffs. "You can’t just pamper her. You gotta look away from the eyes."

The deep-seated sigh that escapes the lavender-haired man’s mouth causes the sensei to roll his good eye in exhaustion over the same tired argument. "But what if she hates the potty pad and won’t use it? Or what if—"

"Look, kid, you gotta trust me, okay?" Aizawa interrupts. "I’ve been through this before. She’ll learn. The training phase will be over sooner if you don’t coddle, alright?"

Hitoshi agrees with the older man, but his tone is less convincing. Not that it matters much as there is little that can be done about it now. They’re already late, the few minutes it takes to make it back home won’t make much difference. But their kitten will be fine in the amount of time it takes to travel to their shared apartment.

Once they open the door, they’re greeted with the sight of their pretty new kitten, sitting right where they left her before their patrol shift. Hitoshi chuckles at the sight and coos at the little creature, quickly making his way over to pat her head and scratch behind her ear.

"Hello, kitten, did you have a good day without us?" Aizawa snorts at the question, knowing they won’t receive a verbal answer. He looks over your quivering form and the puddle beneath you. Your face is flushed in humiliation and tears trek down your face, your eyes glassy as you look up at the two men. Shota tries his best to ward off the obvious sadistic pleasure he gets at seeing you still bound to your spot on the floor and the potty pad they left under you full, but he can’t help the twisted upturn of his lips at the sight. "Aww, see, sensei? We were gone too long! Our kitty cat made a mess of herself." Hitoshi grants mercy upon you and switches off the vibrator taped to your overstimulated pussy, slowly pulling it off. You’re finally able to catch your breath, and you attempt to gulp down cleansing breaths but the muzzle over the bottom half of your face makes it hard to do so.

Aizawa squats down to your level, observing the golden pool beneath you. His huge hand cups your throat, the touch gentle but the power evident by the simple display. His gaze gauges you, his head tilting to the side as he wordlessly watches you. "I’m gonna take this off, and you’re gonna be our good girl, yes?" His eyes bore into you, waiting for a response. You finally nod. "And good girls don’t speak unless told to, correct?" You nod again, knowing better than to hesitate a second time. Aizawa smirks, lightly patting the side of your face approvingly. "There we go. We’re learning." His fingers work the clasps of the maw-shaped muzzle, gently working the suffocating contraption off your face. The moment you’re released from the muzzle, you gulp greedily at the fresh air, the unobstructed oxygen filling straight into your lungs. Good thing too. You weren’t sure how much longer you could have been in that thing while being so close to panicking. He gives you a moment to catch your breath, scratching gently behind the ears clipped into your hair. "Now, how long have you been sitting in your mess?" You blush brightly at the acknowledgment, but you refuse to look down at the evidence of your indiscipline. You look towards the oven’s digital clock, and your shoulders slump when knowing the answer.

"T-two hours, sir," you whisper. Your voice is rough and quiet, not only from disuse but also from the lack of hydration. Using the little cat water bowl was much harder to do with the leather muzzle on. You try your best to ignore Hitoshi hissing through his teeth at your answer. Shota tsks and shakes his head.

"Did you get permission to relieve yourself?" He asks. You hesitantly shake your head. His hand claps down on your thigh and you jump. "Words. We use words now. You speak when we’re not actively playing pet. We took you out of pet play when I asked you a direct question and you answered with words. We’re training, so this is the only time I’ll be telling you this. You’ll go back to being a speechless pet when I say so. You understand?"

You go to nod again but manage to stop yourself and mutter, "Yes, sir."

"I’ll ask again," he says lowly, his fist closing around your throat once more, but not so gently this time. "Did you have permission to go?"

"No, sir," you barely manage the words, your voice shaking almost as much as your thighs.

"You got anything else in here?" Shota pokes at your tummy harshly. Before you can respond, Hitoshi slides behind you, an arm caging around your shoulders and pressing your back flush against the front of his body as his other hand presses down on your bladder, pushing out anything remaining. You whine as the last of your piss dribbles onto the overfilled potty pad, the warm liquid tickling over your extra-sensitive cunt. Your thighs tremble harshly, your hands clenching against them and pulling at the restraints keeping your wrists attached to your thighs. Hitoshi laughs at your struggle. He presses your body back into his own once more, hands roaming your rope-clad figure. He squeezes the bits of flesh that spill over the tight bindings and runs his fingers delicately over your quaking thighs. Shota grabs the leash hooked to the collar around your neck, giving the material a yank.

"Sorry, kitten," he sighs, "but you have to learn." He’s not sorry. Not at all. He was actually elated that his plan was executed perfectly. It’s why he insisted they finish their patrol without skimping the final few minutes. That’s why he made Hitoshi chase that last criminal with him, the one before that, and the one before that, despite going over their scheduled patrol time. And as he tugs on that leash cord taut, your collar straining against your pretty neck as he pulls you over his lap, he knows it’s all worth it.

He loves having you on your knees, shuffling across the floor on reddened shins towards the bedroom. He loves the sight of your sticky thighs as they press together shamefully. He loves bending you over his lap. He loves that the angle shows off your pussy glistening with your creamy juices and golden release with your perky ass pressed into a presenting pose. The view reminds him exactly why you were the perfect pick for their pretty new kitten. So eager to please that you didn’t even object to your alleged mistake. Good pet owners are better about punctuality so they can take care of their helpless babies. But their precious pussy cat is just accepting her punishment without arguing like a brat. Oh, yes, you were definitely the right choice. And now, Shota can take this opportunity to teach Hitoshi how a good owner disciplines their kitten.

Aizawa’s rough fingers dig into Shinso’s cheeks as he pulls the younger hero’s reluctant attention onto him instead of your dripping heat. "Pay attention, Toshi," he whispers. "How many do you think she deserves for making such a big mess with permission?"

"Well," Hitoshi starts, voice strained looking down at your dirty ass, "we were late."

Shota lets out a heavy sigh. "And good kittens should know better. We laid out the rules, it’s her job to follow them."

"But isn’t that unreasonable?" Hitoshi asks, a push-over whine to his tone.

"I was gonna give her five, but ten it is," Shota decides. Hitoshi looks as if he wants to protest, but Shota doesn’t leave room for argument. "If we’re not strict with her in the early days then we have a brat on our hands. You want that, Toshi?"

Hitoshi’s lip quirks up at the corners, imagining his bratty little kitten. "Well…"

"No." A rough, calloused hand smoothes down the globes of your cheeks, goosebumps following its trail. You do your best to remain still, knowing he’ll be harsher on you if you flinch away. You’re a quick learner that way. His fingers wind the leash around them, yanking at the fabric. You look up at your master with wide, innocent eyes; the kind of eyes that make his pants tighter. He pinches the sides of your face between his fingers, blunt nails lightly digging into your cheeks. He speaks slowly, ensuring your little, kitty mind comprehends his next words. "We’re back in pet play. The only sound you can make is cat noises. I only wanna hear your little meows, kitten. Understand me?" You nod, offering a small mewl and nuzzling your cheek into his palm.

It was like a switch went off in your head the moment he confirmed pet play was back on. Your movements become more fluid, more soft, more cat-like. You really play into your role as their pretty pet so well. And when Hitoshi slowly works the fluffy, pink toy into your puckered hole, you easily arch your back as if he were playing with your actual tail. You slip into your kitten mind-space so easily, that it’s as if the paws and tailpiece were mere extensions of your body. Hitoshi was so nice to lube up the toy for you, but his quick work-in of the plug leaves your hole to clench around it, keeping it snug and in place. When Hitoshi tugs at the tail, it feels as if it’s a part of your body and you arch with it, presenting prettily over Shota’s lap. Hitoshi’s fingers comb through the toy’s fluffy fur before his touches scratch up to your back. His digits work your sore limbs out of the restraints strapping your wrists to your thighs. He works at the stiff muscles in your arms as you stretch after so long being in one position. You practically purr at the comforting attention the lavender-haired man gives you.

"Cut it out," the older man snaps at Shinso. "This isn’t a treat. You’ll confuse kitten." Hitoshi sighs before pulling his hand away. You resist the urge to whimper. Instead, you pull your arms over Shota’s thigh, resting your head over them and burying your face atop your paws. The raven-haired man meanly tugs your tail out of the way before he grips at one of your ass cheeks roughly. He leans down, whispering softly, "Ten, and then you’re done, kitten. I know you can do it, pet." You nod into the fluffy paws covering your fists, taking a deep breath to prepare. His hand pulls back, hanging in the air for a moment of anticipation before clapping down onto your left cheek. Your shoulders tense but otherwise you don’t move. The force was fairly light, the sting dissipating faster than you thought, but the reprieve was short-lived after the light test hit. His hand comes down firmer the second time, your asscheek reverberating with the smack and the sound resonating through the room. Lucky for you, the clap covers your tiny, unintentional squeak that slips from the force. Despite the bite blossoming through your ass, you arch your back more, giving your masters easier access to do what they wish.

Shota can't help the breathy chuckle that escapes, pleased by your easy compliance. The next series of strikes are quick and painful, the power behind them leaving your skin red and welting. His hand shifts between each cheek before his hits come down onto the back of your thighs. You can't keep the squealing and squirming down for those. Aizawa shifts you onto your back across his legs after the eighth swat before his palm slaps between your thighs. Your back arches off his legs, your head throwing back at the tingling sting spreading through your lower region. And Shota smirks at this, sadistic joy blooming in his chest as he watches you writhe and whimper in his lap. One more spank between your legs and he's done.

He admires the tears that stream down your cheeks, the way your bare chest heaves when trying to catch your breath. His eyes drift up to Hitoshi's, reveling in the unbridled amazement in his gaze. Shota knows that the younger man has never been a dom for anyone before, the closest he came were the nights the older man allowed him to top, so he also knows that his former student has never experienced the thrills that such a power over someone can bring. The pure ecstasy that taking care of a pretty pet can give. He can see it now, in the way the same perverted pleasure at the sight of your pain and humiliation seeps into his eyes. But Aizawa Shota is a merciful man. Despite the gleam in Hitoshi’s eyes, he knows that you need a little treat for taking your punishment so well.

"Toshi," he calls gruffly. You jolt at rough digits sliding through your folds, breath hitching and body shivering as they spread you out and expose you to the cool air. "Why don’t you kiss the pussy cat better?"

The lavender-haired man is all too happy to accommodate the request. He dives in without hesitation. But his rush to get his mouth on your cunt does nothing to betray how slowly his tongue works your oversensitive clit. It's torture. The way his wet muscle intimately picks you apart, circling your bundle of nerves with expert precision. The pressure makes you want to cry. It’s not enough. You need more. After being edged during their entire patrol, you need more than kitten licks and kisses. It’s almost as if the lilac-eyed man reads your thoughts, his callused digits tenderly prodding your slit. Your older dom pets back your hair as Hitoshi penetrates your entrance, his fingers tapping up into your anterior wall.

You're close—fuck—so close. Looking down at the tuffs of lavender as his head moves between your legs, you get lost in his movements. He's so focused, determined to pick you apart with only his languid tongue and deft digits. Despite his unhurried work, he's quick to pull out your pleasure with skilled movements. Just as you're about to let go, your eyes shoot open in panic. Are you supposed to ask for permission to cum? You look up at your older master, a pout taking over your features while you try to silently communicate with him. The raven-haired man smirks at the obviousness on your face, but he doesn't give you any indication of what he wants you to do. You whimper and whine, writhing in his lap as Hitoshi drags on his torturous methods. You paw at Shota's chest, mewling pathetically for his sympathy.

He chuckles, combing through your sweaty locks. "What's wrong, pet? Do you want something?" Your bottom lip wobbles. You nuzzle your head into his big palm, moving your faux paw-covered hands more insistently over his chest. "Oh, does kitten wanna cum?" You drop your pout for a relieved smile. Instead of nodding, you do your best impression of a purr and kitten-lick his palm as a sign of confirmation. He laughs at your cat-like interpretation and gives Hitoshi the go-ahead. He works faster, harder, bringing you close to the edge. "Okay, kitten, you can let go." And you do. You gasp, releasing silently, your mouth dropping into an 'O' shape. Your thighs shake uncontrollably around Hitoshi's head.

Shota gently brushes sweaty strands from your face as you breathe through the aftershocks. Your chest heaves, lips parted with your gulps of air. And your swollen, bitten lips look so dry, your mouth seeming so thirsty. So your loving masters decide you need something to drink up. Your dark-haired dom cradles you to his chest for a moment before laying you out across the mattress. Your fluffy paws rest over your chest adorably, mimicking a real kitten lying on her back. Hitoshi and Shota find it incredibly endearing. Though, you'd look even more adorable with your tummy full.

Shota nods his head to Hitoshi as he sits up on his knees beside your head, pulling himself out of his jumpsuit. He's been so hard since the moment he saw the golden pool beneath you. They both have. Achingly so—and they've been so patient while waiting to give you their milk.

Shinso follows his mentor's lead, scooting on his knees to hover over you. He tangles your leash around his fist, tugging lightly to capture your attention. "C'mon, kitty cat," he whispers. "Open up. Time for your cream." A small smile twitches your lips before they part, your tongue falling out, awaiting. Both of your masters work their fists over their cocks, their chests heaving with ragged breaths. It doesn't take long for salty spunk to spurt over your face, spraying into your mouth, along your cheeks, dripping off your chin, and tickling your nose. Once you swallow what was deposited into your mouth, you do your best to lick up the rest. It's such an odd sight—a weirdly adorable gesture in such a lewd context—and both of your doms breathlessly laugh at your effort. You wrinkle your nose, swatting with heavy paw gloves at what your tongue can't reach, and that's the moment they know.

You truly are the prettiest, most perfect, pussy cat that they could've ever asked for.

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