To All My Self Shippers Out There, Whats Your Cutest Moment Youve Ever Written With Your Fave? Please

To all my self shippers out there, what’s your cutest moment you’ve ever written with your fave? Please spam my comments and inbox, I wanna know.

I don’t care which fandom, if fact if I don’t know the anime please feel absolutely free to tell me what you love about the character.

Shoto calling you a good girl while he thrusts up into you as you’re straddled against his lap.

Because I have no one else to share this with? Goofy hc time MAYBE, MINORLY JUST A LITTLE BIT self shipping, but THAT IS NEITHER HERE NOR THERE FRIENDS

Kirishima really loves you, like really loves you, and he REALLY wants to please you, but you’ve got a bit of a biting thing and he’s absolutely TERRIFIED he’ll actually hurt you if he bites you, and I think that’s very cute :)

That is all, could go into detail but then it wouldn’t be goofy hc it would be smut… tempted, but not this time!

You’re covered in his cum and he’s calling you a filthy little breeder as he slams into you for probably the 4th time that night, making his cum slosh inside you every time he delves back inside.

VILLAIN WORLD DOMINATION. That is all, thank you.

✎dabi, shigaraki x reader (separate)

✎cw: 18+ minors dni, spanking, hair pulling, dacryphilia, use of doll/slut/brat, 1 pussy slap

Poor little slut, whimpering and sobbing as you lay across his lap, Dabi's hand landing another resounding smack on your bare ass, making you writhe in his hold. "seven," your voice trembles, the stinging pain a contrast to how your fingers dig into your palms. His smile is sardonic as he looks at you through hooded eyes. Your ass red with his handprints was a beautiful sight to him, and each sob, each whine, each whimper sends ripples of pleasure straight down to his cock as he revels in the control and power he has over you. How he loved seeing you like this.

"eight," you cry out when his rough hand hits your ass once more, tears streaming down your cheeks. Eight is nowhere near the actual number of times he's spanked you, each time you did something he didn't like or because he just felt like it, he'd make count from the start all over again.

Then the torture continues, and you count just as he instructed you to: nine, then ten, then eleven, until you reach higher numbers and then, finally, he speaks with a smirk, voice low and dangerous,

"start counting from one again, doll, you missed a number."

You didn't. You know you didn't. But he's doing it on purpose. Just to prolong this little game of his, to see how much more you can take until the pain is too much.

But you do it anyway. You count as he spanks your ass raw again, and again, crying out for his pleasure.

You want it to stop, but you can't bring yourself to say anything. Not when his rough hand soothingly runs across your ass with the promise of release and pleasure when you listen to him and continue counting, the only problem is that you don't know how high you need to count before he decides it's enough.

"D-dabi, please..." you turn your head to peek at him, and the thread of his self-control almost breaks at the sight of your tear stained cheeks and your cute little pout.

He brings a hand to your face, wiping stray tears with his thumb before carding his fingers through your hair.

For a moment you think he'll show you some mercy. But then he pulls on your hair, keeping your head in place, making you look at him then he coos at you, a smirk on his lips, "Pretty doll, we're done when I say we're done. Now keep counting."

He has you bent over the mattress, face shoved into the pillows as Shigaraki's hands explore the expanse of your back. Dragging his hands over your shoulders, down to your thighs then back up to your hips, the texture of his artist gloves sending shivers down your spine as he kneels behind you, taking in the sight before him. Your fingers curl into the sheets as his hand lands hard on your ass once more. The choked sob that leaves you makes him grin wider. He's enjoying this. Enjoying seeing you writhe in his hold, reduced to a sobbing mess just from his hands alone and the pain he brings you.

You gasp in pain, bracing yourself on your arms when Shigaraki's hand hit your skin. You try to pull yourself towards the bedframe, grab on to anything to ground yourself.

You can't even remember how long he's been at it, and even if you try to form a coherent thought, his continuous spanking smacks the thoughts right out. You'll never admit it to him how you take some pleasure from the way he hurts you just as much as he does from seeing his handprints on your skin and hearing the sobs and whimpers slip from your lips. “Stay still,” he tells you, grabbing your hips roughly with both hands to keep you from crawling away.

He suddenly flips you over on to your back, a gloved hand landing a harsh smack on your cunt. He keeps his hand there for a moment, "you're just itching for another punishment, aren't you? you're such a brat." He revels in the reaction he received from you, that tearful expression he loved seeing.

He moves to unbutton his pants. He's all for punishments but he's not the patient type.

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