Okay But On The Exhibitionist Drabble With Erasermic, Imagine Aizawa S/o Looking Mic Dead In The Eye

Anniversary (Hitoshi Shinsou x Fem reader)

Art not mine, give the artist some love. Not affiliated with me uwu. 

INNOCENT BEANS EXIT TO THE LEFT, THIS IS SMUT.

Kinks: Public sex, teasing, toys, denial, dirty talk, name-calling

Preparations were all set for your big night out. You gave yourself one more quick spin, looking over your clothes in the full-length mirror. The restaurant you were heading too never had tables available and you’re thrilled to finally get the chance to check it out. It was you and Hitoshi Shinsou’s one-year anniversary, and his gift to was making the reservations months in advance, and in secret, to surprise you.

You gathered up your belongings and poised yourself to leave when you felt your phone vibrate in your pocket. A text from Hitoshi popped up in your notifications.

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Folks announcing they're leaving Tumblr because they're unhappy with the Twitter clone dashboard on desktop. (I don't blame you, it's broken af.) Meanwhile, the day this hellsite finally does close, staff are going to have to pry me out of the air vents like a rabid raccoon that's adapted to survive on drinking air conditioning coolant and whatever trash is left lying around in the breakroom.

Prompt 13: “You don’t think I’d burn this entire country, just to keep you as mine?”

Pairing: Yandere!Endeavour x Fem!Reader

Words: 1.6k

Warning: 18+, minors dni // abusive behaviour (like… very abusive), angst, choking, dark themes, kidnapping, near-death experience, slight infantilization, suicidal ideation, victim-blaming, violence, yandere

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“Watch and Learn” (Shouta Aizawa x Reader x Shinsou watching lemon)

Had to clarify because people would lose their shit if I wrote them all fucking. Shinsou is an adult. A WHOLE ADULT :LKAJFALJ been getting asks about Aizawa teaching Shinsou how to be a proper Dom and welp if my mind didn’t sneak up and bite my ass. Also I’m feeling soft T^T Thank you Brittpaige for letting me use this wonderful work of art as a cover o////o

Warnings: Sex, exhibitionism, dirty talk, DDLG dynamic, soft shital;kdfja;l

Asking to watch Aizawa and you during a scene was the best decision he’d ever made.  

Hitoshi shifted awkwardly in his chair, trying with all his might to ignore the insistent itching in his palm. Fuck. The young pro could hardly believe his eyes.

Your body reacted so powerfully to every word Aizawa uttered: muscles twitching, moans rising in pitch, whines and whimpers pouring from your throat in a seemingly endless stream of pleas and praises. But his mentor’s voice never rose above a murmur. Every calm command was delivered with an easy confidence that made you shiver and moan.

Shouta’s forehead fell to yours, sweat mixing with your own as his hips moved in perfect rhythm. He groaned when he felt your walls flutter around him. A familiar warning that he needed to fuck you steady, and give just the right amount of sensation to make you fall apart.

“That’s it baby… I love feeling that sweet pussy quiver for me. Cum on Daddy’s dick, sweetheart. You can do it.” He kissed the encouragement into your flesh, making your back arch off the bed in ecstasy. 

All you could do was nod and whimper. You reached out for his shoulders, gripping tight before he let you wrap your arms around his neck. You had devolved into a pile of “Yes Daddy’s” and “Please, Sir’s” as he slowly fucked you to orgasm.

“Jesus Christ,” Shinsou muttered, covering his mouth with one hand. A viscous heat claimed his cheeks. It was hard to watch this and not let out a moan himself. You were fucking perfect. Every sound and move you made was like something out of his most vivid and explicit fantasies.

Soft, delicate kisses littered your neck. Shouta continued to coax you forward, whispering more praise when he heard your whines rise in pitch. A low growl built in his chest as you let out an unrestrained moan, signaling your release.

“Fuck. Good girl. Don’t stop.”

Your orgasm absolutely wrecked you. Limbs going rigid as Shouta held you through your high. He knew the waves wouldn’t ebb so long as he kept moving, so he never stopped, content to let you drown in pleasure as long as you could stand it.

Finally, your hand came up to press his abdomen, breath coming in heavy pants.  With an approving hum he allowed himself to sink inside you completely, capturing your lips in a slow but heated kiss.

“Thank you, Sir,” you murmured when he broke the kiss. 

“You’re very welcome, Kitten. So good for me.” 

As you regathered your senses, you took a moment to look at Shinsou. He was absolutely fucked. You breathed a small laugh at his expression; cheeks tinted in a full blush, chest heaving from arousal at the sight of his mentor dominating you.

Shouta continued to stroke your hair, never taking his eyes from you when he asked, “Get all the info you needed?” his smug grin gave you goosebumps, but a soft nuzzle of his nose to yours melted them away.

“I… U-Uh.” Shinsou sounded stranded and confused.

“Hmm.” Shouta finally faced him, only to bark a laugh at how flustered he appeared. “You alright kid?”

“Yeah I…” his long fingers carded through his hair and he chuckled, “Whew. Just have a lot to learn-”

“Mmm. It’s all about the mind,” Shouta continued, stroking a thumb over your forehead. You hum in agreement, falling blissfully deeper into the comfort of his embrace “Once you figure her out, you won’t even remember what life was like before you had the beautiful gift of her submission.”  

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the appeal of my breeding kink is purely the marking and possessive component of it. u lose me as soon as literal pregnancy is involved. like let me be a boston creme donut w/o the consequences pls i am begging. twinkie without the wrapper. good night.

Three's A Crowd

Summary: Hawks wants to have a threesome and you can't say no.

♡ A very late fic for a collab that my discord group hosted ♡

Warnings: Heavy noncon, threesomes, bondage, breeding kink?, forced pregnancy, size differences, daddy kink, toxic relationship, yandere themes, scumbag!Hawks, reader is fem in this

You sit at the kitchen table quietly while Hawks rambles about his day of shitty villains and annoying bosses. A little bit of time has passed since he ripped you away from your old life and you have already unwillingly settled down in this new one.

“(Y/n)?” You snap out of your trance and see Hawks staring at you intently much to your discomfort.

You blink a few times, “yeah?”

“I was wanting to ask you something,” he says and you feel your appetite completely dissipate.

Oh god, what now? He never says anything good when he acts like this....

“I was thinkin,” he taps his fingers on the wooden table, “what would you think about me bringing another man home?”

You stare with mouth agape as your mind does a double take. You almost think you misheard him, there's no way he actually means what you think he means, right?

He quickly tries explaining himself, “okay that didn't sound right. I meant like, what if I brought a guy home for us to have some fun with? Like a threesome? God, I’m doin' such a bad job trying to ask this, aren’t I?”

He gives you a lopsided grin and you just stare blankly back, still unable to form words. You never thought in a million years he would bring someone into the relationship, much less another man, even if it is for just one night. You didn't even know he was into guys, but then again looking back at old conversations, maybe it's not that surprising.

“So does that sound nice?” Hawks asks and you finally speak.

“I thought I was yours?" You quietly respond and he seems taken back. As if he hasn’t spent many nights growling possessive words into your ear as he makes you cum over and over.

“Well, you are mine," he says with a chuckle, “but I was thinkin' it would be fun to bring another member to the party. So?”

You roughly swallow. He isn’t really asking, he never does, he suggests things and then pesters you until you say yes. He only “asks” to give himself the illusion that you’re a willing precipitant in this whole thing he calls a relationship.

“Who would you even get? I mean, wouldn’t most people be concerned if they saw me? You know....” You start to drift off, debating if finishing your sentence is really worth it.

"Why would they be concerned?" He quirks an eyebrow, the way he plays dumb making you question if he is being genuine.

"Y-You know, with me being kidnapped?" You squeak out the last part and Hawks instantly shifts his tone, eyes narrowing and feathers bristling. He hates it when you say that he kidnapped you, thinking the word makes him sound like a villain, which you suppose he is, but he would rather swallow nails than admit that.

“Well I didn’t kidnap you, now did I, babe." He punctuates the last word in a way that has you cringing into your seat. “So no need to worry about that. Besides, I found someone ahead of time who has agreed and knows the rules that I’d have.”

“You...got someone already?"

“Yeah! I figured that I should have someone ready since it’s kind of obvious you would say yes.” He says in a condescending tone and you start to interrupt.

"But I didn’t-”

He quickly shoves himself in, “I know you’re shy sweetheart, but I also know you like to have fun. So why not have double the fun, huh?”

He gives you a flirty look which only brings the opposite affect he most likely hoped for. As always, there isn’t a choice here, so you just give a short answer of agreement and go into a silence. Hawks beams with excitement, the rigidness from your earlier words gone.

After a few minutes, your curiosity makes you speak up, “is he attractive?”

“Umm,” Hawks trails off in thought, scrunching up his face before slowly nodding, “yeah....I think he is.”

“You don’t sound to certain about that,” you say dryly and he only laughs.

“Look, he’s a very rugged looking man. He has gone through some shit with the scars and all that, but that’s what makes him hot!” As Hawks gives another detail, you run through all the people he could be talking about, but come up blank.

“A rugged man, huh?” You mummer more to yourself. You should have figured that was his type with the actors and heroes he’s complimented. “What about personality? Like is he very charismatic? More to himself? Is he even a hero?”

“Uh he’s definitely more to himself, like I said, I doubt he’s even going to say yes. But at the same time, I just get a gut feeling he is secretly a kinky guy.” Hawks states before taking a few gulps from his drink. 

You frown at the way he dodged the last question so you try again, “is he a hero?”

Hawks shrugs before giving you a wink, “can’t give too much away, that’ll ruin the surprise.”

A thick silence falls over you both, but as much as you feel an urge to throw up, you stay silent. He never listens to you anyways...

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Hawks clearly was ecstatic about you ultimately saying yes, most likely because he expected you to be more stubborn about it than you were. So ecstatic in fact, he completely bypassed you meeting the other man and decided in two nights from that dinner was gonna be the night to have the threesome.

“Is it too tight?” Hawks asks, his thumb gently rubbing your cheek. You slightly tug at the soft material wrapped snug around your wrist, shaking your head no. “Good.”

“Hawks?”

“Yeah baby?”

You squirm a little more, “do I have to have a blindfold on?”

You hear him let out a hum while he pets your head, “do you want it on?”

You take a moment to decide on if it really matters, but then again he’s in a good mood so it should be fine, so you shake your head no again. He’s quiet for a moment before you hear that familiar smug chuckle.

“Well, I’m sure you’ll be fine. Besides! This is supposed to be a surprise, remember?”

You don’t remember him saying anything about being blindfolded for the guest, only that he got too excited to care about letting you meet them, but you keep that to yourself and mutter out an ‘okay’.

“Now, I don’t know how rough he will be, but I'm assuming he isn’t one for being soft. So if it becomes too much at any point, I’ll make sure to get him away, okay?” The words make you sweat and your stomach twist despite him assuring you that nothing will go too far.

You know how rough Keigo can get, but you also know how possessive he is, and how much he hates seeing you disrespected by other people, especially men.

“I love you,” he says against your lips.

“I-I love you too.”

“I’m gonna go get something, okay?” He suddenly tells you and you hear him start to walk away.

“Oh okay,” you nervously reply and swallow hard when you hear the door shut.

The silence is overbearing along with the loneliness, it making butterflies swarm in your gut as you begin to squirm. Thousands of thoughts seem to go through your mind, many grueling over the amount of things that could go wrong even with all the reassurance Hawks has given you.

The click of a door closing alerts you and you become still, a part of you thinking you imagined it from how quiet it was. You pull against your restraints, craning your head up and tuning in to the noise around you, only to be met with emptiness.

"H-Hawks?" You softly call out, heart thrumming as doubt creeps into your mind. Nothing seems to be happening even though you swear you heard someone come in.

A calloused hand runs along your thigh making you let out a small yelp, “Hawks? Is that you?”

“It’s alright, relax for me baby.” You hear the hero coo at you, easing the tension some.

“Hawks, I don’t know if I wanna do this.”

Silence. It makes you squirm as eyes seem to be boring into you, drinking up your exposed body and making your anxiety worse.

You hate this, you regret ever letting him bully you into this.

Suddenly you feel his hand slowly run up your body, fingertips tracing your skin like he’s memorizing you. You can't help to note that his hands feel a little rougher than usual, but it's most likely just your brain being all jumpy.

You whimper out his name in a desperate manner when his hand clasps around your throat, it then moving to caress your face. His thumb traces your bottom lip for a moment before he pulls away. And soon you feel the bed dip, a heavy weight now rested between your legs.

“Where's the other person? Did he not show?" The words slip out shaky, clearly hoping that they chickened out.

"Oh don't worry baby bird, he's here," Hawks says before you feel a weight now resting beside you. You gasp as you realize the man swinging your legs over his shoulders isn’t who you think it is.

Hands are roaming your body, groping whatever they can while sloppy kisses are peppered on your breast and inner thighs, as if they’re worshipping every detail of your flesh.

A breathless whine escapes from your throat when the strangers tongue drags along your slit, his face rough against your plush thighs. You wonder for a split second if he has some kind of scars or stubble. Of course, that train of thought is quickly forgotten as the stranger starts to eat you up vigorously. Lapping up your juices and burying his face into your sex like it's his last meal on earth.

Meanwhile Hawks peppers sweet kisses along your jaw, hands trailing down to pinch your nipples while soft praises fall from his lips.

“You look so perfect like this,” he coos into your ear, “makes me a lil jealous that I'm not the one getting a good meal.”

"Ah~ Hawks,” you try to form words, but they all seem to jumble together. While Hawks has always been good at giving head, it's never been like now.

The stranger feels more in charge, moving his tongue with precision yet rough and demanding, instead of being messy and impatient like Hawks. You have no idea just how many times he’s done this, but he is clearly more experienced.

“Is she always this loud?” You hear a gruff voice say, two thick fingers prodding your entrance before pushing inside, stretching you out in the most delicious way. “Or does she just like the thought of being used by another man? One that she doesn't even know.”

“Oh I'm not sure, which is it, baby?” Keigo mockingly asks, both of their smugness making you start to squirm in embarrassment.

“I’m not-" It's all so humiliating and you want to deny it all, but your mind can barely focus on anything. Everything is crashing down on you, hands roaming your body and lips smooshed against your own and you feel yourself being suffocated by them.  

Thick fingers skillfully play your body with ease, hitting a spot inside you that makes you see stars as he latches his lips around your puffy clit to harshly suck. It makes you cry out, but you're not sure what name to say, so you decide to choose the one you know.

However, the stranger doesn’t seem to like that and you feel him pull away, a second of relief turning into a sharp squeal as he brings his hand down on your pussy. It makes a spike of hot pleasure shoot through you and you hear Hawks sharply inhale.

“I don’t want to hear that name, he’s not the one making you feel this good. Understand?” He sternly tells you and you shake your head yes.

You jerk as he slaps your pussy again, a tearful whine escaping you as your chest heavily pants and your body shakes.

“Use your words, princess. And make sure to call my name like a good girl or else I’m gonna have to get rough.”

You thickly swallow, he's already getting mean so you'd hate to see what he thinks rough is. But you're mind starts to scramble to find what he could be talking about, he hasn't given an name or really any hint, so you just go with a title Hawks adores.

“Y-Yes daddy."

You hear him let out an hum, "good girl."

His mouth goes back to slurping up your juices, fingers digging into your plush thighs to keep you still.

You hate how good he makes you feel, how those simple words have you melting into a puddle, that desire to keep being his good girl. You hate it all yet a part if you doesn't want it to stop.

And surprisingly, the winged hero seems to agree and captures your mouth in a needy kiss, tongues messily clashing together.

“You're so fucking cute, wish I had thought of this sooner.” He says, his voice just as breathless as yours.

You only let out a pathetic mewl, feeling yourself getting closer and closer to your peak, which Hawks seems to pick up on.

“Do you wanna cum, pretty girl?” His voice is soft yet a sense of taunting coats it, but you don’t care and just want to finish.

“Yes please,” you whine out and crane your head making your lips brush against his.

"So polite, I’m guessing you trained her well?” You hear the man between your legs comment and Keigo gives a teasing chuckle.

“Mhm, she was a fast learner though. Weren’t you, princess?”

You shake your head, that familiar icky sensation crawling up your spine. You hate being treated like this, you hate how dehumanizing it is and how there is nothing you can do about it. You already seem to be enjoying yourself, so you denying only has them snickering at your shallow attempt.

"She won't admit it, but she's really just a slut in the end," his words stab through you yet he only keeps going. "You should have seen how excited she was to do this. Such a greedy slut, one man just wasn't enough for her."

"That's not true-Mphm!" Keigo swallows up your words, smooshing his lips against yours while he grips the back of your head tightly.

You moan into the heated kiss as your stuffed with a third finger, squelching noises filling up the room as they're pumped in and out of you. By the time he pulls away to start trailing his mouth down to your chest, your lips are aching from how rough he became.

You feel tears prick at your eyes, everything becoming stuffy and hot, making you become desperate to get this over with. Yet you crave the sweet release that feels like it’s right at your fingertips.

“D-daddy, I'm gonna cum,” you start to babble without thought and he only seems to get hungrier.

"Then cum," he growls, "you have daddy's permission, kitten."

You can't help, but let out a light sob as it all becomes too much. Hot pleasure burning in your tummy as a knot tightens, coiling to the point of it being uncomfortable.

“P-Please, it’s too much, I can’t Daddy-” You only hear his deep groan, his hand leaving your cunt to be replaced with his tongue. And the vibrations rippling through you makes you buck against his face and cry out.

You hear Hawks softly hush you, nuzzling against your cheek lovingly, “it’s okay, you can cum. Be a good girl and cum all over his face.”

You don't know why, but hearing those words tips you over the edge, the coiled knot snapping and your orgasm finally washes over you. Your back arches as a cry is ripped from your throat, eyes rolling back in bliss while you ride out the climax.

Your body trembles while your chest rises up and down in shallow breaths, your mind floating along, a voice cooing over you fading into the background. However, your attention comes back to the present when you feel something hot and heavy on your tummy.

“Give me a second, I wanna get her out of these restraints first,” you hear Hawks say and you instantly sigh in relief when you feel the tight silk leave.

You wince at how much your arms ache and wrists sting, it surly leaving a bruise in the morning. But you don’t have time to dwell on that as your manhandled around like a rag doll. Someone pulling you against them and you assume it's the stranger as your hands run over his hairy chest, Hawks shifting to be behind you.

“Come here pretty baby,” he says and drags you back to him, snatching your wrists when you try taking off the blindfold. “Ah! Not yet, just a lil' longer.”

You start to complain until a sharp gasp is ripped from your throat, something pushing into your tight hole while calloused hands spread your legs more open. Even with being prepped, it’s a lot to take in, but luckily he doesn’t rush and gives small thrusts to help you adjust.

“It’s too much,” You choke out, leaning your head back onto Hawks shoulder, squirming in his grasp as the man just keeps going.

“Look at that, he’s only half way in and you’re already a mess.” Only half way in? “Come on, she won’t break. You can be rougher than that.”

You start to frantically shake your head, pleading for him not to and to slow down, but to your dismay you only hear the other man agree. Pushing into you more and more, the way he feels like he’s splitting you in half makes your mind go blank.

“Theeere we go, all the way in now,” Hawks purrs, peppering your neck in kisses as a way to calm you. His hand comes down to rub your belly, “how does it feel baby?”

You can barely form words, the guy is almost just as thick as Hawks, but with much more length. It fills you up to the very brim, his heavy cock buried deep in your guts making drool leak down your chin.

“H-He’s too big,” you stutter out the words making the man chuckle and Hawks groan.

“Stop fucking teasing and just fuck her already,” he suddenly snaps and the man lightly scoffs, mummering out something you don't pick up before dragging his hips back then snapping them forward.

You let out a squeal as he buries his length deep inside in one thrust. Hawks keeps you secured tight in his grip when you slightly thrash. The man wastes no time getting rough, harsh slaps of skin hitting skin echoing out and his fingers dig into your ass to keep you somewhat still.

“I think it’s time to get that blindfold off.”

Light shines in your eyes and you blink a couple of times, disoriented and surprised to finally see who it is.

Thick, black locks cascade down his shoulders and frames his face, tired eyes with a deep scar under one staring right back at you. You recognize that the man fucking you is none other than the underground hero, Eraserhead.

Your stomach rolls, a fresh batch of hot tears pouring down your face as you suddenly feel the urge to throw up. Everything is spinning and you soon forget everything leading up to this moment, only focused on the morbidity of the situation. The signs were there, Hawks talking to you about the one time he got to team up with him. He would bring it up more often than he would with any other hero and every time he held a sweet and fond tone.

Yet you refuse to believe it, it can’t be, another hero? He’s supposed to be helping you, that's why he's a hero, right? Why isn’t he helping, why-

“You look so cute like this, kitten. All wide eyed while you’re fucked out of your mind.” Eraserhead gives a mocking grin, that same look you see in Hawks eyes in his and it makes you sick.

You want to scream, to claw at him and get them away, but you can only moan as he picks up the pace. Hawks hand slips down to rub at your overstimulated clit making you cry harder, fat tears blurring your vision.

“You’re so loud, baby bird.”

“She's just a dumb crybaby, isn't she?”

"Mhm, she can't help, but go stupid when her cute lil' pussy is stuffed with cock.”

“Adorable."

"The cutest crybaby I've ever seen."

“S-Stop-” You choke out, your voice cracking as you struggle to keep your eyes open. They don’t mean it, they just see you as a pet, a plaything to mock with malicious praise. You should have known the guest wouldn't be a civilian or a sleazy villain, it was just another hero no better than scum. They’re all just like him-

“But princess, you’re enjoying yourself so much,” Hawks purrs into your ear, playing with your tits while the other hero hits deep inside you.

“I wonder if I brought more people over she would like that. Get passed around like a braindead slut.” Eraserhead muses and he clicks his tongue.

“Oh I think she would.” He whispers the words into your ear, his voice low and hoarse. "Wouldn't you?"

Your stomach twists at the thought, "No! P-Please, just stop!"

The fucking bastard actually looks shocked at your outburst, but it goes away quickly and he's pushing your legs up to have your thighs squished against your chest. You cry out at the new angle and he only snaps his hips faster, some how feeling like he's hitting deeper inside you.

“Fuck, your body is saying something else kitten, fucking got me in a vice grip. Keep it up and I'm not gonna last much longer.”

Hawks lets out a small groan at his words, “just finish already, fucking cum inside her.”

Your eyes fly open wide, hands lunging out to push against Eraserheads chest, “no! Please no!”

Hawks took away any forms of birth control when he first kidnapped you and it’s some kind of miracle that he hasn’t gotten you pregnant despite how badly he wants to. But you have no idea if this man is the same way, if you’ll get just as lucky.

“No? But you’re makin’ him feel so good and you know how much I love sloppy seconds.” Hawks says, nipping at your ear and you can practically hear his grin as his voice drops for only you to hear. “I wanna see him stuff you, fucking dump his filthy load into your womb. Maybe he’ll even knock you up.”

You look at the raven haired hero, your face a mess and utter desperation in your voice, “please don’t! He took- I’m not on the pill!”

You see a flash of surprise goes through his eyes that ever so slightly widen, his hips stuttering for a second as he seems to hesitate. It's almost like he’s realizing that he wasn’t told the full truth of what was going to happen tonight. Hope builds up inside you, maybe he just didn’t know, maybe he’ll figure it out and save you!

Your stomach plummets as you see his lips tug into a sadistic grin, eyes boring into yours with deep malice, “then I guess you’ll have to carry my child.” 

Acidic tears flood your face, head falling back against Hawks shoulder in defeat.

“Shit, I'm gonna-” He suddenly chokes out, his eyebrows pinched as he fucks you harder, his grip on your love handles getting borderline painful. You feel a flicker of fight from the cold fear of him getting you pregnant and start to thrash, but Hawks keeps you secured and whispers filthy words as he watches the way Eraserheads cock thrusts in and out out of you.

You cry out as you feel a warmth spread inside you, the heroes groan mixing in with yours as he bottoms out inside you, dumping his load straight into your womb.

You become limp in Keigo's arms, body twitching as broken sobs tear through your chest. You feel utterly filthy, a mess of fluids leaking from your cunt and face burning hot from your tears, it makes you want to boil your skin until it melts off.

Your mind prickles as they try to coo over you again, Hawks petting your head and telling you how good you did as the other bastard rubs your belly. He says something about cleaning you up, but you can barely keep conscious enough to see what he’s doing. You just want to curl up in a ball and crumble away.

“Lay down baby,” Hawks says as he shifts you around, a sigh of relief leaving you at the cool silk sheets hitting your body. 

Exhaustion riddles you and you start to drift into an uneasy sleep, that is until your eyes snap open at the feeling of something pushing into your abused hole. 

“What are you doing,” you weakly protest, squirming away only for him to wrap an arm around you as he hikes up one of your legs.

“Shhh, it’s okay,” he easily slips in and wastes no time fucking you gently, “I just need some release, I feel like I'm about to fucking burst. Then you can sleep okay?”

You catch in the corner of your eyes the other hero leaning against the doorway, watching you yet making no effort to do anything, even though you can see the pity on his face.

“I think she needs a break,” he says to your surprise.

Hawks just huffs, "she’s fine. Aren't you baby bird?"

You let out a sniffle and turn your head slightly to lock eyes with Hawks, his pupils slivers and sweat coating his forehead. Yet he looks at you with utter adoration and a sadistic taunt, almost asking you to act up. And to save yourself from the roughness your exhausted body can't handle any more of, you just let out a meek 'yes'.

You never had much of a choice to begin with.

me consuming fictional work after fictional work to distract myself from the fact that i exist: i can have little a escapism. as a treat.

Who Are You?

Theme(s): [Alice in Wonderland AU]: Caterpillar Aizawa

Pairing: Aizawa Shōta X Smol F!Reader

Rating: 18+

Warnings: Drug Use, Implied Non-Con/Dub-con, Dark Undertones

Word Count: 2,260

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bruh erasermic are so creepy (n hot whatevs) but they would have 👏 me 👏 if they set up a deal like... every minute i spend in lingerie is another dollar i get to spend on video games or clothes... or every time i let them do something to me i get a new book or something... i’m just broke ok

I mean,,, I don't make jokes about Hizashi being a sugar daddy for nothing. I mean sure, Shouta probably makes a pretty penny as a teacher and Hero, but you know Mic has that celebrity money. He drives a foreign muscle car, he has his own radio show on top of also being a teacher/Hero, and even his IRL inspiration at least namesake wise was like a famous celebrity so like... he's got cash to blow, especially on his honey. Shouta's basically the only thing keeping him from doing something insane like buying a private jet to take everyone jet-setting to private islands for vacations or a honeymoon. Sometimes I get this specific scenario in my head of Reader having a walk-in closet and one day Hizashi walks in on her essentially playing dress up. Like, she never really spent much money on clothes before, especially really nice cute clothes, so picture him looking for her and hearing her in her closet, stealthily opening up her closet door and she's kind of looking over the cute outfit she put on. It's one of those pretty pleated skirts that have little suspenders over a nice button up blouse and she paired it with those cute little flat black shoes with the buckles and, to his pleasant surprise, thigh high stockings.

Of course you just freeze like a deer in headlights when you finally notice him staring at you through the cracked open door, and you're so adorably flustered and embarrassed, hardly able to tell him to get out, that you're getting changed, but he isn't leaving. Mic just starts cooing over how insanely cute you look, fawning over you and how you're finally wearing some of the new threads he got you (even if you tried to hide it, sneaky girl!)

Obviously the blonde is ecstatic, and you don't even get a word in edgewise before he's calling out for Aizawa, the radio star basically presenting you like a trophy as much as you try to tuck your arms around yourself in embarrassment.

"Lookit 'er, Shou! Ain't she just the cutest?!"

It's kind of humiliating, but you can't deny that all the praise makes your cheeks burn as they all but worship you. They're especially fans of the thigh highs, and, you know, it gives them a few ideas on other things they can get you to wear

obsessed with that face tops make when they accidentally discover a weak spot of yours or a kink of yours through something they did. that little surprised face and then the WICKED grin and then they say some shit like “oh? so you like this? yeah?” and then they do it again??? it gets to me every time on god