Date Night: Part Three (Yandere ErasermicxReader)

not now, kitten. daddy’s a shell of his former self

Forbidden Fruit

Word Count: 1k

Commission for: @proscetta

Pairing: Aizawa x Reader

Warnings: Noncon, Somnophilia, Third-year student reader, Daddy kink

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GN tiefling TAV who basically tames Raphael. Like TAV treats him like a dog and Raphael just gives in. I just like the idea of Raphael the powerful devil being 'domesticated' by his lover🤭NSFW perhaps?

Obedience (Raphael x GN Tiefling Reader)

Author's Note: As soon as I got this ask, I had an image in my mind and I hope it lives up to expectations. Thanks for the request, darling. Thanks for reading, friends! *Also smut, degradation, and wicked fun.

Tap tap tap tap tap tap tap.

"Tav!"

Your foot ceased its rapping on the floor.

"Yes? Sorry."

"What's got you so worked up, soldier?"

Karlach's concern made you sigh and drag your hands down your face. How could you ever explain what was running through your mind?

"I've just been thinking about Raphael's deal."

Her eyes widened as she slapped her hands on her knees.

"You aren't actually thinking of taking it?"

"Ha! Hells no. But I'm tired of him. I think he's reached the end of his usefulness when it comes down to it."

"Well, we still need the hammer."

"Yes, but we didn't come all this way and go through everything we did just to not be able to steal a hammer from some puny cambion, did we?" Your sharp teeth flashed wolfishly at her. "I'll be back. I have an idea."

"Do you need backup? Hello?!"

Her voice followed you out of the room. Your daggers were still at your side in their sheaths, thank goodness. Your hands were itching for a fight, but you stayed your impulses. For now.

~~~

You slunk through Sharess' Caress, shooting a wink at the drow twins as you passed them on the staircase. Following the stairs up and out to the upper level was easy, if you didn't count all the bodies molded together along the sides and in dark corners. Thankfully you managed to slip by them and burst out through the doors into the crisp air of the evening. Turning right, you took long strides until you were right outside the Devil's Den. With a raised fist, you pounded on the door. Steps hastily came to the door, incoherent raging heard as he moved closer.

"What in the hells is the matter with- Oh, you've returned to me."

Raphael stood in the doorway, lips curled up as his face twisted into a smug smirk. Hells, I'd love to smack that expression off his face. He waited as you glared at him, curiosity piquing the longer you stood without saying a word.

"Well, are you coming in or have you just shown up to stare at me? Not that I would blame you, I am positively delightful to look at."

His pompous demeanor was the last straw. You whipped out a dagger and before he could blink, pressed it on his neck, forcing his chin back. You stepped forward, causing him to step back into the room. With a whack of your boot, you slammed the door shut and used your other hand to lock it. His eyes narrowed at you, rage simmering in their depths.

"Fine. I'll play along. What are you hoping to accomplish with this absurd stunt?"

You kept your mouth shut and walked him back until he was pressed against the wall. Your free hand started at his waist and slid up his chest and around the back of his neck. A wicked delight coursed through your body as you watched him becoming more and more unsettled the longer you kept silent.

Finally, you curled your fingers around the side of his neck and dug your nails in just enough to hurt. You brought your face close to his, cheek pressing firmly to his own. you suppressed a shudder and squeezed his neck just a mere bit more. Your tail flicked in agitation.

"I’m tired of this, Raphael. I’m tired of you following us around, tired of your meddling. What is it that you really want?"

"I didn't think you a blabbering fool," he spat. "I've told you that I will give you the hammer in exchange for the Crown of Karsus."

"Mm. I don’t think so. Do you want to know what I think? I think you want someone to play with. And I think you’ve gotten too used to playing with people and now it’s time for someone to have their turn at it."

His face contorted into a scowl.

"You insolent little beast," he snarled.

"Ha! You are absolutely right. I have no respect for you. You who sat in your palace above while my kin suffered. You who, with a wave of your hand and sign of a pen, control lives and distort them to a shadow of what they were. I won’t stand for it. You have no right," you hissed.

His hand jerked up and you slapped it away. A growl reverberated between you, both of you with your teeth bared.

"By my birth, I have every right."

"And there lies the problem," you mused. Daddy’s little boy who's upset about not getting his way. A pathetic man who knows nothing of sacrifice. Who’s never had to work for anything. Who lives on as mortals fight and die for what they believe in. You are a waste of my time, a waste of life."

"Then why did you even bother coming here?"

"Because, Raphael. I told you I wanted to play," your lips split into a wicked grin.

“You-“

You pressed even closer, lips brushing over the lobe of his ear.

“Hush now, Raphael. I meant what I said at the beginning of our journey. Speak another word and I will cut out your tongue.”

He glared at you, but remained silent.

"I want you to leave my friends and I alone. No more deals. No more tricks. You're finished. It's time for you to go back and sit among the souls you've tormented for so long."

He sneered, his lip curling up in distaste. You pressed the knife harder, a vicious gleam in your eyes as you watched a single drop of blood slide down and stain his collar. You'd come this far, why not take the risk and mess with him further? As the next drop slid down, your tongue darted out and licked a line up his neck. He looked mildly horrified as your tongue darted out to lick your lips.

"Hm. Seems you were lying to Astarion when you said your blood burned hotter than wyvern whiskey."

His hands balled into fists at his side.

"Easy now, wouldn't want you to get all... emotional."

He snapped his fingers and you swayed, clutching onto him as you were transported to the House of Hope. You tamped down your rage and nausea, holding your knife up in a fighting stance, realizing that as you'd arrived, he'd moved you further away from him.

"Out!" he yelled.

The tortured souls fled the dining room, doors shutting on their way out, leaving just the two of you facing off on opposite sides of the table.

"Put the godsdamned knife down, dear. Wouldn't want you to get hurt." He pressed his fingers to his temples and shook his head. "You're becoming more trouble than you're worth, little mouse."

You circled around the table, a fire blazing in your eyes and pointed your knife at the nearest chair.

"Sit."

He analyzed you, trying to decide his course of action.

"Fine, I'll play your little game."

He sat down with ease, but his body betrayed him. He was tensed and ready to spring if you misstepped. You sheathed your knife and held up your hands in a gesture of peace, albeit a temporary one. You spun the chair around next to his and brought it closer, dragging it across the floor. He gritted his teeth and tightened his fists on the armrests of his chair.

"Why do you insist on antagonizing the cat, little mouse?"

You grinned, leaned in close, and put your hands on his knees, squeezing and running your fingers up his thighs. He froze, eyes glued to where your touch was tracing over the smooth material of his trousers.

"You keep calling yourself a cat," you murmured. You rose slightly and moved closer, surprising even yourself as you nipped at his neck, nudging his head to the side with your long horns. Your tail snaked around his leg, squeezing tightly. "But all I see," you continued, "is a mangy cur who's all bark and no bite."

"Mangy?!" he cried, "I am not-"

You cut him off and emphasized your last word by biting down on his neck and sucking, being sure to leave a mark. Your hands danced over his legs, upward to the apex of his thighs where you grazed the tips of your fingers over where his cock lay. He jolted in the chair and you clamped both hands on his wrists. You leaned forward, forcing him back and reclaiming control of the situation.

"You sat here in your palace while my people were dragged to Avernus and suffered. And you know what? I don't think you deserve any of it," your lips drew back from your teeth as you hissed at him. "And you know what else? I think you know it. You know I'm right and that you're just a pathetic little man, trying to get his fingers into something that he is ill equipped to deal with."

Raphael's jaw dropped at your audacious remarks and you couldn't help the devilish smirk that spread across your face.

"What is it, darling? Cat got your tongue?"

You laughed and pushed away from him, pressing on his wrists as you did so. He rubbed them, easing away the ache from your rough movements, and growled lowly at you. You got on your knees and grabbed his thighs, spreading them apart.

"Unbutton your pants, Raphael."

"I beg your pardon?"

He stared down at you in disbelief as you waited expectantly. You laughed and his brows drew together in anger, the tips of his ears turning red.

"I already knew your personality was terrible, but I didn't realize it affected your hearing."

His jaw dropped as he blinked slowly at you, unsure what to make of your behavior. After a beat more of silence, his hands slowly undid the buttons and folded the flaps to the side, waiting on your next words with bated breath. You squeezed his thighs again, your hands roving over his legs as you made him wait.

"Take your cock out, Raphael."

"Has the tadpole already taken over? You've completely lost your mind," he snapped.

"Maybe so," you sighed dramatically. "I suppose you don't want me to continue, then. Alright, take me back."

He grabbed you as you began to stand. He stared down as his hand as if it had acted without his permission and groaned in frustration.

"Fine. I'll play along a bit longer," he grumbled.

You lowered once more and he paused before reaching into his trousers and taking his already hardened cock out. He pursed his lips and watched your expression for some kind of reaction. You remained blank-faced as you reached out to wrap your hand around him. He hissed through his teeth at the contact and the way you squeezed the base and twisted your hand as you went toward the head. His knees shook slightly and he slapped his hands down on his legs to keep them still. You let go of him for a moment and grabbed the sides of his trousers.

"Up."

He lifted his hips and you smirked to yourself as you tugged them down to his ankles. This was the most exposed he'd been around anyone aside from Haarlep in a very long time and he fidgeted, unsure if he would come to regret it. Your hands moved back to touch him and he grunted as you grabbed his balls. You weren't rough by any means, but you refused to let go as you squeezed.

"I didn't realize the banter was what got you going, Raphael."

Your canines poked out as you grinned and rolled them in your hand. His legs kicked slightly and you let go, surprised when a whimper slipped out of his mouth. He turned his head slightly and covered his mouth with his hand as he avoided your gaze. The blush had spread from his ears to his cheeks and now even down his neck.

"Go ahead, mongrel."

"What did you call me?"

Your hands tightened around his cock and balls as you danced along the line of pain and pleasure.

"Bark."

He laughed and leaned back in the seat.

"You can't be serious," he wheezed as you squeezed tighter.

"Deadly so, I'm afraid. And you're in quite a predicament here, so I suggest you do what I say if you'd like to keep all appendages attached."

Hatred blazed in his eyes as embarrassment covered his face. He inhaled sharply and shut his eyes for a moment before looking down at you. There was murderous intent in his gaze as he uttered, "Woof."

You laughed at him, your hands releasing him as a fit of giggles spilled from you. He decided then and there to ignore adventurers and never attempt to make deals with them ever ever again. He started to rise, but you clamped down on his knees again.

"I didn't say you could go."

"Why won't you just-"

He choked off his words as you took him in your mouth. He gripped the edges of the chair, squirming as your tongue licked up the underside. You rolled his balls in your hand, gently massaging them. His hips bucked against your mouth as you sucked hard and he gasped, beginning to reach for your horns to gain some control. At the movement of his hands, your tail rose and lashed across his palms.

"Don't. Touch. Me," you hissed as you pulled your attentions away from his swollen tip.

His eyes were wide, a spark of dread flashing quickly by. He raised his hands in surrender and put them back on the chair arms.

"Good boy," you murmured against his cock.

The words and the vibrations brushed deep inside him against his desperate desires for approval and for the way your warm mouth was pleasing his aching length. You continued on, flicking your tongue against his tip and pumping your hand up and down as he rocked lightly against your mouth. His breaths were hot and heavy as your motions sped up. He bucked wildly, trying to remain still and stay your wrath. His whines were pitiful, so fucking desperate for your touch.

His knuckles turned white from where he gripped the chair so hard to prevent himself from grabbing you. His release was near and it was coming hard. With a final twist of your wrist under the flared head, he came, spurting into your mouth. He groaned as he slumped against the back of the chair, his mind spinning wildly. His chest heaved as he stared down at you, hair slightly mussed and cheeks heating.

You stared at each other, the heightened senses of the moment draining away and leaving behind a surprise and deep within him a... longing for you? He wanted your hands on him again. Your warm mouth wrapped around him. He wanted to be your good boy. You both startled when you heard clapping and Raphael's simmering rage returned as he saw Haarlep coming out from behind a pillar, smiling with wicked delight.

"Amazing! Spectacular! You know, little tiefling, I might be able to learn a thing or two from you."

Your eyes widened as you realized he was an exact copy of Raphael's more devilish form. You looked back and forth between the two. One in strappy lingerie and the other switching between shock, anger and embarrassment as his cock softened and twitched in his lap.

You waved your hand in their direction and mumbled, "You know what? I don't want to know."

You reached for a napkin to wipe your mouth and left it on the table before turning back to the copy.

"How do I get out of here?"

Haarlep grinned and waved a hand to direct across the room.

"Just through those doors, darling! Nubaldin will be more than willing to show you the portal home, I'm sure. And do come back. It gets so boring here with just Raphael for company. Maybe we could-"

You held up a hand firmly.

"Nope. Thanks for your help, though."

As you turned to walk away, you saw him leaning over the back of the chair, whispering to Raphael.

"Get away from me!" Raphael spat as he swatted at Haarlep.

Laughter followed you all the way through the doors and to the portal.

~~~

Your legs ached from walking all over the city and damn why were his floors so hard? You decided to ask Gale about the knee stretches he does when you walked through the doors of your rooms at the Elfsong and halted abruptly. Everyone had turned to look at you, analyzing your appearance.

"There you are! We've been worried about you."

Karlach jumped up and ran over to throw an arm around you and check you over.

"Did everything go okay? What did you- wait." She leaned in and sniffed lightly, then grabbed your cheeks and pressed her face into your hair for a longer inhale. "Why do you smell like Avernus?"

Your cheeks heated as you knocked her hands away from you. You cleared your throat and smoothed down your hair, avoiding everyone's gaze.

"All you need to know is that Raphael shouldn't be bothering us anymore and no, I will not be answering any questions. Good night."

~~~

As you lay awake in your bed that night, you replayed the memory of the day, unable to comprehend that you had enjoyed having a taste of the devil.

the “good girl” after he cums & before he pulls out is what I live for

What is Aizawa taking to his grave? Thank you!

Ah yes, the character I originally made the TTTG post for in hopes of luring in one of you unsuspecting Aizawa fucking FOOLS

He’s got a real nasty daddy kink and a penchant for taking ex-students out for drinks 🤫

It’s always surprising what a difference just a few years can make. Even more surprising is how little he cares about the student-teacher relationship that existed prior to meeting again as adults. He’s always had a soft spot for the quiet ones, the ones desperate for praise and in obvious need of a father figure despite how hard they try to hide it. 

The transition from reminiscing over drinks to getting you back to his apartment takes time. He takes things slow, throws out feelers to see how you react and maintains control over the conversation. He’ll order your drinks for you and take your glass from your hand when he thinks you’ve had enough. He makes you feel like a student again, only ever responding professionally and brushing off jokes at his expense in favor of telling his own. Teasing you with stories about how clingy you used to be in hopes of getting you to own up to a crush that may or may not be resurfacing with every reassuring pat to your fidgeting hands. 

It’s only when you’re drunk that he starts pressing. You look tired. How’s patrolling been for you? You look like you could use a break. How’s your family? If you ever need someone to talk to, he’s here for you. It’s easy to get distracted by well-spoken people. You hardly notice his hand resting on your thigh or how he’s taken up calling you kitten in between calling you sweet pea and baby, but nothing goes unnoticed by him. Your nervous laughter after accidentally calling him Aizawa-sensei and the subsequent blush that dusts your cheeks tells him everything he needs to know.

You leave together. He makes you hold his hand whenever you cross the street. He gets the door for you when you arrive at his apartment, and scolds you for trying to get the next one. He’s not forceful by any means, but by the time you’ve gotten comfortable he’s already thinking about how you’d look crawling into his bed at night just looking to get your pussy played with before you go to sleep. 

He’s only got one thing in mind for you and that’s to see you in your most vulnerable state, crying out for daddy to taste you or love you or fill you with whatever makes that empty feeling go away. He’s so kind too, really knows how to treat his princess without spoiling or smothering her. Aizawa gives you everything you never had and then some and in return you pretend not to notice when he doesn’t correct anybody that tells him he has such a beautiful daughter.

He’s in love with the power imbalance. You’ll always think he’s smarter than you, that you need him more than he needs you, that you deserve to be punished for hours on end when you mouth off to him because you owe it to your daddy to always be his submissive little girl.  

under discussed astarion fact is that he's sooooo obnoxious about publicly showing affection for his partner. like when durge refers to themself as a leaking blood bag he goes "aww, but you're *my* leaking blood bag". if you hiss at that cat he says "well, at least you purr for me ;)". the full on two handed ass grab during his kiss animation. the man cannot keep his hands to himself or his mouth shut

Dabi and Tomura (poly or separately) are all about that forced intimacy, and will get it from their Darling no matter what. You're not sleeping in the bed if you're gonna flinch and shrink away when he moves to get close to you. You don't want to shower with him? Oh, guess you aren't showering at all until you stop being stubborn. Turning your head when he goes to move/lick a bit of stray food off of your lips? No meals for the next day, and the day after THAT you're getting tied up so you have to let him give you food. Tomura and Dabi both think of themselves as monsters, and if they have to let that side of them show a bit more to force their darling into being affectionate or to just stop fighting them, they will. They're more stubborn than you, they're stronger than you, and they're more terrifying than you can ever hope to be. Now stop fucking squirming and hug me back like you mean it, goddammit.

roulette - chisaki kai/overhaul

another original story?? insane! dedicated to missus @koiibito​ who sent me the tiktok that inspired this fic and also asked if it could be for mr. overhaul… which was a perfect choice! <3 love you and hope you all enjoy!

nsfw, fem reader, noncon/rape, use of guns, gun roulette!, fear play, blood/gore, woundfucking mentions, death/murder, suicide mentions, some real fucked up shit :0

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The feminine urge to be fucked stupid by a bulky, dominant and protective fictional man with big tits.

I dunno if it's stated anywhere in canon material since I've only read bnha fics for the longest time, but do mic even sleep?? like, he got three jobs that probably takes up the majority of his day (teacher in the morning, hero late afternoon to night time, radio host at like 1 fucking am).... like, maybe his show is only on certain days every week and he starts his hero work in the late afternoon or something but then that still doesn't leave him with much time to spend with his darlings :((

i believe canon has stated that his radio show is only on either fridays or saturdays, and it runs from 1am to 4am (which actually blows because if UA is like other japanese schools they run for 6 days a week with only Sunday off)

but yeah, we’ve got these depictions of Aizawa being extremely lazy and sleepy, meanwhile we’ve got Mic who at any given time is running on 4 hours of sleep, coffee, and an unholy amount of energy drinks. i bet he would die to just fall asleep with his head in his darling’s lap. or soft booty. or some nice titties if ya got em