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i'm testing out something, rb this with a character that is your brand. a character that is yours and yours alone

your anime husband greeting you in the morning- shirtless and in low slung sweatpants, holding out a cup of coffee or tea for you, a soft smile on his face and a raspy, “good morning sugar.”

Toga: I don’t friend-zone people, I relationship-zone them.

Toga: You wanna be my friend? Too bad, we’re dating.

“Relief” (Therapist!Aizawa x reader lemon)

This is my piece for the Two in the Pink, One in the Kink collab hosted by the Sewer Discord server! Giga late but, y’know… life XD Thank you @lookslikeleese​ for giving me the pink notepad idea! And thank you @brttpaige​ for letting me use your work as a cover!

Warnings: Therapist/client relationship, good girl/sir pet names, guided masturbation, dirty talk, exhibitionism kind of (Aizawa watches reader at their behest), reader aggressively hits on Aizawa, mentions of sexual dysfunction, weirdly specific descriptions of therapy, violating the NASW code of ethics (Listen don’t fuck your therapistalsdkjf), reader is insinuated to be experienced.

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When your psychiatrist suggested it, you were, naturally, a bit hesitant.  The phrase alone could put your nerves on end, so the idea of actually needing it spiked your anxiety to near-astronomical levels.

Weren’t people only referred to specialists in extreme situations?  While your sanity might have been slowly slipping in the absence of satisfying orgasms, it’s not like your life was in danger.

… Right?

In a frantic call to your physician, you were gently reassured that ‘death by female blue-balls’ was not a real thing. Though, she did recommend you see someone about your orgasm troubles, adding that if your quality of life was impacted, it was worth addressing. 

Despite your reluctance, you had to agree. The relentless ache between your legs had become rather burdensome. So much so, in fact, that it was hindering your day-to-day activities. After all, how could you focus on something like washing the dishes when a simple shift in posture had you biting back a moan?

The therapist she recommended to you was male—which she subtly tacked on after giving him a glowing review. And while she assured you Dr. Shouta Aizawa was very trustworthy, and had an excellent track record when it came to solving problems like yours, you remained unconvinced. So, you turned to Google in an attempt to dig up a little dirt. 

You were absolutely astonished by what you discovered.

No matter how diligently you searched, you couldn’t find a single hair out of place. This man had an impeccable reputation. Nothing but 5-star ratings followed him to every site where clients could review their doctors, each one accompanied by raving—albeit, occasionally cryptic—testimonials. 

“Just GO. TRUST ME!” Was the most liked review on one site, followed by: “I always leave his office with a smile on my face ;),” on another. They all had one thing in common: complete and total satisfaction.

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The Sweetest Torture - Karma Akabane

A/N: Here is my second comm, for @kyberhearts​ who so graciously let me run wild and splurge on indulging us with our God! She knew my nasty ass was going to get carried away and I was on my best behavior to write a good girl for her. Hope y’all enjoy! <3

Music Inspo: “End of All Days” by 30 Seconds to Mars; “Mirrors” by Natalia Kills; “Teeth” by Lady Gaga & “Flesh” by Simon Curtis.

Warnings: 18+ Content, Minors DNI.  (Smut: Masochist! Reader; M/s dynamics (pet/owner, master/slave), bondage, forced stimulation (use of toys), degradation, pain play, strike/impact play (slaps, flogger), knife & fear play, slight blood play, sensory depravation, dacryphilia, edging, squirting and rough af sex. Aftercare and a pinch of praise to follow.)

Word Count: 5.1k

“I punish you with pleasure, And pleasure you with pain.”

“You didn’t greet me at the door…how disappointing.”

The soft clack of boots against the floor echoed in your head like a countdown, fidgety fingers tugging and smooth the thin red straps that criss-crossed your curves. The closer the noise drew, the more your heart began to thud in your chest as if trying to mimic the same beat. Your eyes burning holes into the wood of the door, straightening up as the steps paused and the crystal handle began to turn. The sweetest smile curving up your lips as it was thrown wide to reveal the man you had been impatiently waiting for, tired eyes landing on you as he cocked a brow.

“Welcome home, Master~” You purred, hands folded neatly behind your back, leaving your lingerie clad body on display for his hungry gaze.

“That’s why, is it…?” Karma mused idly, closing the bedroom door behind him and strolling toward you as he began to pop the first several buttons of his white dress shirt while eyeing you up.

Coming to a halt in front of you, he tilted his head as he ran the back of his knuckles along your cheek, smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth at the way such a simple touch had your lashes fluttering and your lips parting with a content sigh. You had missed this, his hands on you, more than you had even realized until this moment. Karma had been gone on ‘business’ for several weeks now and you had wanted to make his homecoming special–surely he had missed you just as much, right?

“It’s such a shame, I’m exhausted, pet.” He mused, tone raspy as he roughly patted at your cheek with a click of his tongue, stepping to move around you.

“I thought…you’d like to unwind, sir. I wanted, want, to help.” You explained as you took a side-step to place yourself in his line of vision again, swallowing hard as you caught the way his amber hues began to darken.

“You thought?” He asked with a skeptical brow, letting out a light laugh when you eagerly nodded in reply, knuckles grazing your heated flesh again until he gripped up your chin. “We’ve been through this before, darling, thinking isn’t your strong suit is it?”

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This might seem a little out of left-field, but I was thinking about the Obey Me Brothers and some of their… specific vices, and things got out of hand quickly. What can I say? I’m a sucker for lists, Yanderes, and the culmination of the two.

The Yandere!Demon Brothers’ Darkest Fantasies.

TW: Graphic Violence, (Imagined) Non-Con, Power-Play, Master/Servant Dynamics, Dub-Con, Mentions of Masturbation, Mentions of Blood/Bruising, and General Unhealthy Mindsets All Around. 

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Lucifer wants you to bow to him.

Out of everyone on the list, he does the least to hide his fantasies, regardless of how depraved or dubious or down-right disgusting they get. Why would he? There are only a handful of people stronger than him, more capable than him, and when it’s so clear that you’re so weak and feeble and in such desperate need of guidance, he hardly feels the need to wait for you to ask. It borders on pet-play, honestly, if only because he’s so quick to pull out a collar the first time you puff out your cheeks and refuse to get on your knees when he was nice enough to order around you politely.

It’s all about control for him, or rather, the reassurance that he’s the one who has it. The knowledge that he’s the strongest, the most responsible, and that he deserves to be in charge, even if things tend to get bloody under his command. He’ll make you say such awful things, telling you exactly what he wants to hear as the heel of his boot digs into your bare spine, keeping your chest pressed against the floor while you sing his praises and drag your own name through the mud, confessing every rash, irresponsible thing you’ve ever done in an effort to distract him from the whip that never seems to leave his hand. He knows what it’s like to be treated as something holy, what it’s like to be revered rather than feared, and he doesn’t want to stop pushing until you look at him with the same admiration, the same unadulterated love he used to be showered in.

And if you don’t, if you won’t, he’ll be happy to break you down until you don’t have another choice. Obedience is a close second to reverence, and Lucifer has enough toys to make either a viable option.

Mammon wants to keep you to himself.

It’s a natural progression, honestly. He’s your first, he’s your man, and you’re his human, his responsibility, the most useless treasure in his collection and the only one that truly, genuinely matters to him. For now, he can wrap an arm around your waist, narrow his eyes and keep any potential rivals at a distance, but he can’t do anything to keep away his own brothers. Baring his teeth and sharpening his claws feels childish when all you do is smile and tell him not to be so jealous. Everything he does feels pointless when you can just laugh and run off with the first person to pull you away from him. You make it pointless. You are pointless, you should just be lucky he wants you anyway.

It’d be so simple, too, so easy to just close the door to his room and not open it again, not until you’re chained to something too tight to slip out of. No one would be able to get their hands on you, no one would be able to take you away, it’d just be you and him and no one else, not if he can help it. You’d be his to ruin, his to care for, his to dote on or discipline or do whatever he pleases to, whenever he wants to. It’d be heaven for him, and… it wouldn’t be, for you.

That’s part of the fantasy, and he hates it. He doesn’t want to be cruel to you, he doesn’t want to see you cry because of him, and yet, all he wants to do is polish his newest addition until it’s as shiny and as his as the rest of his hoard. He wants not to care when you cry, he wants to look down at your shaking body and he wants to laugh, to sneer, to tell you that this is your fault and you have no one to blame but yourself. Maybe he wants to be more apathetic, maybe he just wants to stop being so hesitant, but what he wants seems to be less important than what he’s starting to need. If the number of ‘packages’ he’s been getting is any indication, I wouldn’t count on his reluctance lasting for much longer.

Leviathan wants you to make him cry.

He’s not a masochist. Or, he is a masochist, but not in the way you’d assume. Leviathan doesn’t bother pretending to be confident. He doesn’t act like he has all the self-esteem in the world, and he doesn’t try to hide his (admittedly poor) view of his lifestyle. That might be why he loses his composure whenever you compliment him, why he stutters and blushes and gets so awkward when you try to tell him that you like the way he is, that you love him for it. That you don’t mind.

It’s an awful, unhealthy part of himself that wants you to say otherwise. To contradict yourself, to smirk and shove him onto your bed and say you couldn’t find him more disgusting, that you’ve never known someone so pathetic. Maybe it’s just a depraved daydream, a desire to have his worst fears proven right by the person he loves most, or maybe, he just likes the image of you riding him into overstimulation as you make him thank you for taking pity on someone so hopeless, maybe he just likes to imagine the feeling of your hands around his neck, your grip tightening every time his gaze falls lower than your eyes. He has a whole list of names for you to call him, insults ranging from ‘pervert’ to ‘drain on society’, but he’d never tell that to you. No, he can barely bring himself to think about this kind of stuff, let alone say any of it outloud.

All he can do is let his touch wander whenever he hugs you, let his fingers brush against things they shouldn’t and leave them to linger for far too long for his actions to be taken as an innocent mistake. He isn’t sure whether he’s trying to push you to hate him, trying to really make his fantasy into a reality, or if he just wants you to get the message that he wants something more intimate, something more violent. Either way, he’s started leaving his door unlocked when his mind begins to wander. Open, sometimes, if it’s just the two of you home. Just hope your room isn’t too close to his. He tends to get… explicit, when he’s feeling passionate.

Satan wants to show everyone who you belong to.

His fantasy is one of the most depraved, if only because it barely has anything to do with you. No, it’d only be fitting for the Avatar of Wrath’s favorite daydream to be centered around something more possessive, something more domineering, something totally and utterly separate from the person he loves. You’re not replaceable, it has to be you for him to care to put in the effort, but that doesn’t mean he’s going to check whether or not you’re enjoying yourself when he bends you over the dining room table in the middle of breakfast, for no other reason than Asmodeus commented on your outfit and Beelzebub offered to carry your bag and neither of them should be doing so much as looking at you when he’s right there, when it’s so clear that you belong to someone and that he doesn’t want to share.

On the outside, his self-control is as impeccable as always, but he’d be lying if said his hand didn’t twitch every time Mammon stood a little too close, every time Leviathan scraped up the courage to talk to you. He’s so strong, too, and you’re so, so weak, it wouldn’t even be a fair fight. He could cage you against a bookshelf or throw you onto a countertop and what would you do? Try to push him away? Scream for help? An audience is what he wants, what he craves, a crowd of anyone and everyone who’s ever touched you to watch as you beg for him to stop and moan his name and cry as you cum, even if he has to get a little messier than he’d like, for that. Risky sex might come close to scratching his itch, but the risk of being caught and making a show of something so private are two different vices entirely. You’ll be lucky if it does anything but make him bolder, more blatant with his plans. He takes after Lucifer, in that regard. He doesn’t know why he’d try to hide it.

As far as he’s concerned, he owns you, and you’ve only got yourself to blame if you haven’t realized that yet. It’s only fair that he gets to mark what’s his, as plainly and as publicly as possible.

Asmodeus wants you to say ‘no’ to him.

Do I really have to say anything else? He’s so tired of seduction, so sick of glazed eyes and glossy lips and people so intoxicated by his presence, they’re practically tripping over themselves just to feel the heels of his boots press into their backs as he walks over them. It’s not that he wants a chase, he’s always been a pacifist at heart, and he’d rather not have to resort to any unsavory means, he’s just bored and feed-up and he wants something new, even if it’s only fun for him.

It doesn’t help that he’s terrible at holding himself back. He’s good at hiding his true feelings (he’s already so touchy, it gets hard to tell what’s innocent and what’s not), but it’s impossible not to notice how fond he’s become of admiring your wrists, buying you bracelets so thick and so heavy, you can hardly hold them up. You can’t ignore it when he takes a moment too long to pull away when you tell him you want space, or just how hesitant he seems to let you go after ‘playfully’ pinning you to his bed. He wants to keep going. He wants to see the light drain from your eyes as you realize he’s not going to stop, to feel you writhe and struggle and try to get away, to hear you scream your safeword and to ignore it, to not care than you don’t want him. He doesn’t want to make you suffer, not any more than he has to, but his heart never fails to beat a little faster when he pictures it, and he gets more excited than he’s been in centuries by the thought alone.

If anything, you should feel honored. It’s been so long since he wanted something so specific, someone so specific, he almost forgot what it was like to lust for rather than be lusted after. I’d say he’s unprepared for it, but Asmodeus is hard to catch off-guard, and this just so happens to be his area of expertise. He has a way of getting what he wants, even if he has to make things a little difficult for everyone else.

Beelzebub wants to see how far you bend.

You really can’t blame him for being curious. It’s more of an intrusive thought than a fantasy, something he can’t help but think about, not once he realizes how strong he is and how resilient you aren’t. And, unlike the others, his fantasy has a specific catalyst, a real, substantial reason for its existence. He’d just been holding your hand, his grip still bordering on loose, but your fingers had cracked under his like glass under a bulldozer. It was just a sprain, something Simeon had healed with a contemplative glance and a flick of his wrist, but it stuck with Beelzebub. It stuck with him and god, he wishes it hadn’t.

He can’t help the places his mind wanders to. He can’t stop himself, not once he starts wondering what it’d be like if he was just a little bit bigger and you were just a little bit smaller and he cared a lot less about hurting you than he does, in reality. You’d be so tight, warm and welcoming and so easily broken if he does so much as breaths on you the wrong way, and you’d look so pretty afterward, too sore to move without his help and absolutely covered in bruises and bitemarks he didn’t even have to try to leave.

The aftercare is the only part he doesn’t mind wanting. At least it’s softer than the rest of it, full of kisses and snacks and touches so light, he can almost pretend he hadn’t just imagined fucking you until your ribs caved in under his palms. He’s mapped out every ugly, tender mark he’d leave, every place you’d ache and throb, every minute of your recovery - every second it’d take you to get well enough for him to do it all over again. Maybe he’ll even call in a favor, bow his head and swallow his shame for just long enough to have someone who’s got a hand for healing on stand-by so he wouldn’t have to wait, but he never lets his mind drift that far. He’s too busy trying to convince himself he still doesn’t want to hurt you.

Belphegor wants to take advantage of your trust.

Unlike his twin, Belphegor wishes he just wants to hurt you. Pain is simple, or, physical pain is simple, anyway. He could tell himself it’s because you’re human, that hating you is just an old habit he hasn’t kicked. He’d pinch your cheeks and pull at your hair and he’d try to be satisfied with that, he’d tell himself he doesn’t want anything more. He’d be lying to himself, of course, but it’d still be an honest effort. Unfortunately, what he wants isn’t that clear-cut. It isn’t that shallow, and that’s why he has to hate himself for it.

Maybe it arose the first time you fell asleep before him, when you were so vulnerable and exposed and so helpless he had to wonder whether or not you had a deathwish. Or how at-peace you seem during his rare shows of affection, as if the talons tracing patterns into your skin couldn’t easily dig in and pull at the slightest hint of a threat. You’re so comfortable around him, so careless, you need to be taught a lesson and he needs to teach it to you. On good days, it’s almost innocent. Groping you while you’re only half-awake, letting his hand trail up your thigh during a council meeting because he knows you’re too nice to say anything. On bad days, on most days, he’s fucking his fist to the thought of holding you down while someone you like much less than him does something vile to your anatomy, only offering the barest hints of comfort when your crying gets loud enough to be annoying.

You trust him, and the worst part is, you’ll probably still trust him when he’s done. He’s been forgiven for worse, and that’s what gets him off, the idea that you’ll still look at him like the closest friend you’ve ever had the moment he averts his eyes and offers a half-hearted apology, saying he’s grown, that he just had to get it out of his system, that he won’t do it again even though he absolutely, definitely will. And you’ll believe him, because somehow, you still trust him. Because you’re always going to trust him.

Because he’s prepared to bleed you dry until you don’t know how to do anything but trust him, anymore.

How I think Aizawa Sounds in Bed (Shouta Aizawa Moaning Headcanons + NSFW AUDIO)

NSFW Warning: 18+ PLEASE!!!, Daddy pet name, Sir honorific, video audio of moaning + people doing the deed (WEAR HEADPHONES)

A/N: Y/N is Gender Neutral for this one! (+ No distinct descriptions of genitalia) the audio video is right here below :) enjoy chile

YALLLLLLLL:

Sooooooo I've explored the unholy sites of the internet and found someone I think's voice would represent Shouta's very well when he...🥴let me briefly explain:

Those low rumbles and hums that build up in his chest when he locks eyes with you while you suck his cock so well, bobbing your cute head and wrapping your soft lips around him. Your tears well in your eyes and spill over, running down your cheeks as you gag on him.

Those audible gruff grunts and husky huffs Shouta makes when he's pounding your tight, squelching hole as you whine his name, practically weeping for him to fill you up.

Those few but perfectly tuned baritone pants of praise he smoothly passes in your ear for being so good for him, knowing how to make him cum so beautifully, how to behave so obediently for him, how to give him the best pleasurable climax he's had in ages. His head is damn near close to blowing off when you whine for him to keep going, those adorable sobs, pleas and responses of 'yes sir', 'please daddy' and 'please let me cum'. The shudders and jagged breaths he exerts while he cums are impeccable. He simply can't take it all, especially when you finally release against him, shaking and clawing at his animalistic form. You're his little baby tending to his needs, giving him your sweet little hole to fill over and over, all day if he wanted to, so he could blow off steam.

He surely lets you know he's enjoying himself with his ♡︎𝑣𝑜𝑖𝑐𝑒♥︎ the audio examples of such are compiled at the beginning of the post as a video!

Audio cred to WickedFellow on PH or XVids!

I'm unsure of the artist for the art/picture but pls comment if you know who it is so I can give them cred!

𝘼𝙡𝙡 𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙨 𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙙 © 𝙨𝙤𝙛𝙩𝙯𝙖𝙬𝙖𝙥𝙣𝙜 𝙙𝙤 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙧𝙚𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙩

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.

i'm not just an "apologist" for that fictional character i'm his defence lawyer

bitches be like "these are my comfort characters!" and it's a group of murderers

hi!! can i request a platonic yandere erasermic with a student reader??

Platonic Yandere! Erasermic:

Thanks for requesting! I love yandere Erasermic so much 😤😤 👊

Check out my MASTERLIST for more!

Platonic Yandere! Erasermic:

The BEST platonic yandere couple to have!

You're a student at UA, part of class 1A. You're Aizawa's favourite student. You're just so polite and so sweet. Always so eager to learn and try out new things. And even the class would notice his special treatment of you. "You forgot to do your homework? Hmm, alright you can submit it to me tomorrow. Denki you forgot to bring your homework? Go run 5 laps right now."

Hizashi would often hear about you from his husband. You sounded like a good kid. But he really became interested you when you came looking for Aizawa in the staff room, but you found him instead. Hizashi started talking to you, really just rambling about the most random things. He was expecting you to just leave and go look for Aizawa, but he was pleasantly surprised when you started talking to him too, easily carrying the conversation. Your eyes would light up when you were talking to him. And since then, you would always give him your complete, undivided attention whenever you guys spoke, no matter what the topic was. You'd sometimes be rambling, and then suddenly forget what you were talking about. It was just so cute!

Gradually, these two would become obsessed with their favourite student. They'd also become very protective of you. When it was time to choose an internship, Aizawa rejected all offers from different agencies on your behalf, lying to you that you didn't get any offers. And then you'd become so sad, near tears and then Aizawa would offer to train you himself, that he sees potential in you. Of course you'd accept, you'd get to train with Eraserhead, a rare opportunity!

When you'd be training with Aizawa, he'd go easy on you, but he'd still give you great tips on how to improve yourself and control your quirk. You still haven't been able to beat him once though. Since you'd be around Aizawa a lot, you'd also meet his partner, Hizashi, often. And since you would accompany Aizawa on his late night patrols, you'd have dinner (made by Hizashi, who's more than happy to cook for you) with them at their place a lot, and it always ended up with them offering you stay the night, and you sometimes did.

Their obsession love would continue to grow the more you spent time with them. And then one night, the couple would be discussing about expanding their family, and then they both knew it, right then and there. Its you. You'd be the perfect addition to their family, the perfect child! You're so kind, soft spoken. Outgoing yet shy and reserved when meeting new people. But you're just so naive, too innocent for your own good. And they've both seen the ugliness of the world, the worst in the people. They cannot afford to just stand by idly and risk you getting tainted by this filth.

It was decided that night that you had to become a part of their family. They'll make your parents disappear, they have both the money and the skills to do it. Maybe they'll say that your family was taken or killed by some villians, or better yet, they were caught doing something illegal. But don't worry, you can stay with them for as long as you want. When you try to refuse, that you can stay with a relative, they'll tell you that it's for your own safety. They don't want the villians to complete their unfinished business. Plus, they are more than capable of taking care you, and since you didn't want to risk another family member's life, you agreed.

You'll be having the best time of your life. They'll spoil the hell out of you, Hizashi especially. Aizawa does too, but he's just more protective of you.

Hizashi is a great cook! He'd learn to make your favourite dish too. And if you like something from a restaurant, he'll take it as a challenge and try to replicate the dish, or make a better one! At school, all 3 of you would sometimes have lunch together, you always bringing Aizawa's lunchbox along too, since he often forgets it. If you try to cook a dish for them, they'll treat it like its a Michelin star dish!

Aizawa would be the more protective one, always the harder one to convince to let you go out with your friends, especially at night. Hizashi would always convince him in the end, they're gonna follow you anyways so why stop you? Aizawa's a bit possessive too. He doesn't like it when you talk about other pro heroes, you're his little girl, you should be looking upto him. He won't say anything about it though.

Hizashi would love to just talk to you; you guys would often gossip. Oh and you always go to him for any fashion advice. Since he also has long hair that he styles up a lot, he can do your hair too! Just show him a picture of what you want, and he'll style hair exactly like it. Aizawa likes to do your hair too sometimes, but he only knows how to put it in a simple braid.

They're will be a lot fun activities for you to do with them. You can be having karaoke nights with Hizashi, Aizawa watching you guys with just pure adoration in hie eyes. You can play video games with Aizawa, which he is scary good at, especially at Among us. Family game nights are a must!

If you have any other hobbies or passions, you'll have 2 dads, cheering for you. They'll get you the best supplies available. If you win an award, any award, no matter how small, they'll tell you how proud they are and put your achievements either on the fridge or somewhere where everyone can see it.

Of the two, Aizawa would be the to quickly pick up on your mood. He knows when you're lying, when you're sad, or when you've just had a bad day at school. Hizashi would notice too, but it would be Aizawa who would know if you needed some space or if you needed to talk it out; they've always it clear to you that the latter option is always open.

Once they find out whats the reason you're feeling so down, they'll comfort you. You guys would often cuddle on the sofa as a funny movie played on the TV. Once you've gone to bed, they go and eliminate the cause of distress. Oh did you fail a test? Its okay, they'll tutor you personally. Oh did your favourite character die? Cry it out sweetie and let's go buy some of the character's merchandise . Oh did someone confess their feelings to you and you don't know what to do? Don't worry, he's taken care of.

Dating isn't an option. They'll be quick to reject him/her, listing reasons to you exactly why they're not good for you. Of course, nobody deserves their baby. But if you do go against their wishes, and still get an s/o in secret, they'll find about it. If they're thinking about how to separate you guys, and you walk in all heartbroken because your s/o broke up with you, with no persuasion from the couple; on the inside they'll be both glad and mad. Hizashi will be comforting you, cooing sweet nothings in your ear, while Aizawa would be standing with a "I warned you" look on his face at first but then he sees your red, teary face, your lips wobbling, your eyes full of pools of tears, and immediately his stern exterior would melt and he'll gather you in his arms and let you cry into his chest, while his mind will go to "MURDER". You're their sweet girl, their precious little baby. How dare someone play with your feelings like that. Your ex better sleep with one eye open.

If you do somehow find about what really happened to your parents, and you try to run away from them, not only will they have you back in their arms within the hour, they'll take you somewhere countryside. Its always been noisy in the city anyway. They'll try to explain to you, that they really just did all of this to protect you and that it should show how much they love you and care about you. No physical punishment will ever meet you. No, they can't bear the thought of hurting you! They'll use manipulation to control you, and they are master manipulators. They do so much for you, aren't they enough?

Just be happy they still allow you to roam around the countryside, and not had you locked up in your room. School would be off the table for a while, as will any connection to your friends. Its about time they all had a family vacation anyway.

I'd let Erasermic adopt me in a heartbeat, ngl. 👊 Anyways, hope you guys enjoyed this! Requests are OPEN. :)

'my love' 'my darling''sweetheart' 'baby' oh god

“Jealous” Aizawa?

This was a Patron request and was available to them 2 weeks early. 

Unedited drabble uhh idk some D/s stuff, fem reader, etc.

“How do we make Aizawa Jealous?”

IMO? you can’t.

Aizawa is a man of composure, confidence, and, most importantly, he doesn’t tolerate manipulative bullshit.

If you’re one of the lucky few he’s given glimpse at his true self, it would be the ultimate betrayal for you to try and make him jealous. Aizawa would drop you like a bad habit. 

Now, that doesn’t mean he’s indifferent when someone hits on you. Quite the contrary. 

It’s inevitable, really. You’re smart, beautiful, and it’s natural for young bucks to try challenging the stag in charge eventually. 

And god damn does he enjoy watching it all go down. 

It’s almost like he sets it up, really. A night out on the town, just you and him in some college bar at the heart of the city. He watches you like a hawk when you step up to the counter to ask your waitress for a refill, the clever hero smirking all the while. 

It doesn’t take long for a guy to try his luck when he thinks that you’re alone. Aizawa chuckles against the rim of his glass, taking a leisurely sip. He already knows how you’ll react. 

Shyly, you tuck a strand of hair that’s not even there behind your ear. You thank him for the offer to buy you a drink, but naturally, decline. And, of course, the stranger doesn’t take the hint. 

Shouta polishes off his drink in one swallow. He moves quietly anyway, but beneath the speaker’s bass you never hear him coming. A soft squeak escapes you as his unexpected hand slips around your waist, pulling you against him.

He doesn’t have to say anything.  

With no further trouble, the guy shrugs, walks off, and makes his way to the other side of the bar to rejoin his drunken friends, leaving you to the mercy of your lover.

Aizawa’s incredibly proud of you. Anyone with functioning vision would’ve considered the guy a pretty decent catch. Despite this, you didn’t give him the time of day.

You’re antsy the whole way home.

As you start to unwind in your shared bedroom, Aizawa grins when your hand slips up his chest and you look to him with pleading eyes. You’re only human, he thinks. It’s natural that some sexual attention got you all revved up. 

With a hum he brings his fingers to grip your chin, looking down at you through hooded, smiling eyes.

“Does my girl need some attention..?" 

Bringing his mouth down to your ear, he gives the lobe a gentle nip. You shudder and moan. 

"I suppose it is time to reward my pet for being such a good girl.”

By the time Aizawa’s through with you, it’ll be a long while before you’re able to string your thoughts together. 

Shouta Aizawa doesn’t get jealous. He just rewards good behavior generously.

guilty pleasure this guilty pleasure that, I don't feel guilty abt pleasure, I'm not catholic

Interested

An EraserMic x Reader Smut One Shot

Notes/ Warnings: Established relationship with Shouta, Threesome, Oral (female receiving), Quirk Kink, Double penetration, anal, Fem reader, non-consensual recording of sex, unprotected sex, cumming inside, it’s soft at the end.

WC: 3139

Beta’d By: @teaspacebar as always

           Hizashi sat down at his desk, his students having just left for the day, and found a small tape tucked neatly into the top drawer of his desk. He turned it over and found it labeled ‘Interested?’ in a familiar scrawl. He shrugged and popped it into his player, sliding his headphones over his ears as he hit play. It was normal for his best friend to give him music to review this way, so he figured he’d listen as he graded. That was until he heard a soft rhythm of moans coming through his headset. He squinted, confusion taking over his features as he heard his best friend speak.

           “I heard you and Midnight in the lounge today.”

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Hi, I read you're yandere erasuremic with the skin picking habit. I'm kind of curious with how they would react to their s/o having a bad anxiety habit of biting the inside of their mouth/bottom lip without realizing it

Yandere Erasermic x darling who bites their lip/inside of their mouth due to anxiety

Enjoy! I hope I didn't overwhelm you guys with yandere Todoroki clan too much.

Yandere Erasermic:

They'd try really hard to get you to drop the habit.

Especially since you bite your lips hard and if you have chapped lips, then you often pick on your lips as well, causing it to bleed.

At first, they'd just tell you to stop doing it.

But its a nervous habit, so its not easy to let go. Its painful, but you just can't stop.

When talking doesn't work, they start becoming physical.

Hizashi will often pull your bottom lip from your teeth. He'll swipe his thumb over your chewed out lip, trying to soothe you. He’ll also put a lot of Vaseline on your lips too.

Aizawa would tap your cheek or your chin; giving you a pointed look and tutting at you, causing you to focus on him and stop abusing your lips.

When that doesn't work, Aizawa suggests another measure. Humiliation.

Whenever you start biting your lips again, Hizashi will immediately kiss you. He'd deepen his kiss, always making you breathless. And he has no qualms about doing it in public either. He'll pull you in by you neck, no matter how much you try to push him away. And just when you're about to loose consciousness, he'd pull away, chuckling at your red face. "Oh darling, you really shouldn't have tempted me like that."

Aizawa wouldn't be as nice as Hizashi though. No, his way of humiliating you will have you dropping the habit in no time.

So maybe you stop biting your lips in front of them; you don't want them to get the "wrong idea". But due to your anxiety, you now bite the inside of your cheeks. Its harder to tell when you're doing it, but Aizawa has a keen eye. He'll know, and when he does, he'll turn your face towards him, squish your cheeks and force 2 fingers into your mouth. He'll push the fingers onto your tongue and pull your face near his. Your eyes are wide, face flush with embarrassment as you try to back away but with his thumb around your chin and the fingers in your mouth, he'll pull you back in. "Stop hurting yourself, kitten. Or do you like being gagged?"

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Am I the only one obsessed with daddy yanderes having a darling who turns into a total subby good boy/girl when their yandere starts to praise them? Like not even with sex per say, just with things in general.

Tw: heavy dubcon, dd/lg like dynamics

Like Daddy Aizawa trying you get you to drink some water for him. He knows you’re just trying to be defiant out an crankiness which he is sure will eventually go away, so he is patient with you. 

He pulls you onto his lap, easily able to keep you there with just one arm wrapped around your waist. Putting an glass up to your lips, he tells you, “be good for me and take a drink.”

You scoff and jerk your head away, crossing your arms with an pout which only makes Aizawa gush inside from how adorable you are. Of course, he doesn’t let you know this (you might think it’s okay to be a brat if he did), so he sets the glass down on the coffee table while letting out an sigh before putting all his attention onto you.

“Don’t you wanna be good for daddy?” He purrs into your ear, gently running his hand up and down your thigh in a comforting manner. “I know you hate it, but you have to drink it. I can’t let my kitten get sick because I’m neglecting their needs.”

You start to squirm, his soft and deep voice lulling you into a state of security, but you keep up the act. Which only makes him lay the sweet affection on thick. He tilts your head up to capture your lips in a kiss and forces a hand between your thighs to cup your sex. You whimper and try prying his hand away yet you find yourself kissing back back, conflicted with everything due to you wanting to run while at the same time wanting to be touched.

Just when your walls have broken apart and you’re humping his hand like a needy slut, he pulls away. Keeping an arm around your shoulders and leaning over to grab the glass once more, bringing it up to your panting mouth.

“Drink.” You grab ahold of the glass with shaky hands, taking a few sips just like he asked. “There you go, I’m so proud of my good kitten, doing exactly what I asked you to do. Such a pretty baby for daddy. Now can you drink a little more for me? I want to see at least half gone, okay?”

Umm personally I don't know why but I see a professor Enji as either a strict maths teacher or a die hard ex military PE teacher that makes ypu run 50 laps for a small mistake but has (secretly) major hots for a certain innocent young student of his 👀

yes yes yes i am all for this ♡

this is an older ask, but lemme scribble out a quick somethin’ for it~

tags/warnings: tw age difference, pervy teacher Enji, tw teacher student, all characters are of age, tw abuse of power, tw power imbalance, virginity kink, sweat kink, punishment

word count: 922

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You’re faltering.

Twentieth lap and you’re faltering- pace slowing and sweat dripping from your brow, shirt beginning to cling to your form as you force your legs to keep going.

You have thirty more laps before you can stop.

Your crime? Whispering to a friend as you filed out onto the field during class earlier that day.

His punishment? Keeping you after school and making you run fifty laps around the soccer field in the blistering hot sun.

Enji takes a sip from his water bottle and watches as you struggle along your run- eyes hungry and shaded by his sunglasses, arms crossed over his chest.

Such a good student, usually- Enji has never really needed to punish you, scold you. You’re always so respectful, so polite- not like his other students with their smart mouths and vulgar tongues.

Respectful, polite, courteous, and...stunning.

Enji’s eyes follow you and his lashes lower as they take in your bare legs and sluggish stride, the slight jostle of your breasts. You pass him, panting, and you pause just for a moment, bend over and plant a hand on your knees as you try to catch your breath. He takes a moment to enjoy the sight, but then he’s frowning- scowling, eyes narrowed as he huffs.

“Run. You still have twenty laps to go.”

The words have you flinching- shoulders drawing up high as you jolt back up- and Enji thinks he might hear a whimper sound from you as you start to move once more.

Lips twitching, he watches you- standing stoic and still, uncaring of the way the sun beats down on him and has sweat trickling down the back of his neck. You have to be thirsty, he knows, but Enji doesn’t bother thinking about it- instead he wonders if any of the little shits in your grade have got to you yet, if you’re still a good girl or a slut like all the other girls that keep bringing shame to your senior class.

He thinks you’re good- you always shy away from the boys in the class, never really seem to have much friends. You probably haven’t been given the chance to be bad. Which is good, of course- girls like you are rare these days and the thought of some fumbling, inexperienced brat claiming you first sets his teeth on edge.

Innocence is wasted on idiots.

Ten more miles, five- you grow slower and slower with each lap and you only kick up the speed when he tells you to get it into gear. You’re looking haggard now- exhausted and filthy and miserable- and Enji could almost swear your eyes are teary as you pass him on the second to last lap.

Finally, though, you’re done and you collapse onto the bench as soon as you pass the finish line- chest heaving and legs visibly trembling as you pant and gasp. Enji huffs and he reaches into his cooler, presses a bottle into your palm. He towers over you as you eagerly swallow the water down and watches the way your throat moves with the motion, traces the path of a sweat droplet as it slips down your chin, your neck, below your drenched shirt.

Plastic crumples as you squeeze a now empty bottle and Enji nearly snorts at how slick your face is, wets his lips when he’s greeted with the sight of yours- parted and shining, oh so very tempting.

“Have you learned your lesson?” he asks- voice a bit too low, sunglasses sliding down the bridge of his nose to reveal bright turquoise eyes darkened into something murky, ominous. You startle at the question- sluggish, hooded eyes fluttering wide as your lips quiver. He hasn’t seen you like this before and Enji thinks he might enjoy it and the way you curl into yourself meekly, duck your head in submission.

A soft and weary “yes sir” slips from you and Enji clicks his tongue as he watches the way you clasp your shaking hands together- whole body tense and your breasts pressing against one another, the fabric of your shirt clinging to your chest and outlining your bra.

He can’t help but to wonder if what you wear underneath your shirt is white and plain and innocent or if it’s frilly, sweet, cute and so easily torn- if you wear lace or cotton, what shade your nipples are.

Enji allows himself one last look over your trembling form and he huffs, pushes his sunglasses back up into place.

“Hit the showers and head home,” he orders you. “I expect better behavior from now on.”

A flinch and then you’re nodding- eyes cast down as you mumble out another tiny “yes, sir” and something close to sniffle sounding as you shakily stand from the bench.

Enji watches as you stumble away- steps fumbling and clumsy, your gait drifting as you try to get back into the building without collapsing. You disappear from sight and Enji adjusts his straining cock in his shorts, glances down at the jacket you had shed and forgotten on the ground. It’s soft in his hand when he picks it up and it smells nice- soft and floral, just as delicate as its owner. He should scold you for being so careless with your possessions, teach you a lesson about personal responsibility.

Lips twitching, Enji heads to his office with your jacket thrown over his shoulder and the image of you panting and trembling and submitting to his punishment seared into his mind.

Guided Sins (18+)

Karl Heisenberg x reader smut

This is part ten of my series! Check my masterlist for the rest of the parts!

Warning: It’s a smut! Overstimulation, messy use of toys, penetration, titty fucking. A teeny bit of choking. Spanking. Daddy kink.

Summary: The day hasn’t been finished, and both of you are dealing with the aftermath of what had happened at the church. You try to hide your raging thoughts, while he tries to hide his dreams. He thinks the two of you need a night to relax, and where he wants to go may surprise you.

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A loud roar of thunder rattled through the thick factory walls, the storm that had started hours ago still going on strong. Their were no windows in this room, leaving you only to listen as you laid on your side, your arm tucked underneath your pillow.

The storm kept you awake, leaving you laying still for what felt like a good while. You lost track of what time of day it was, but a million other things on your mind had you care less.

Your family was at the top of the list. Your sisters, your mother even. You wondered how Bela was doing, worried that your frantic actions hurt her too much to forgive you. You wondered if Cassandra and Daniela told her the truth, and how she would’ve reacted.

You thought of Alcina, wondering if she found out you had left yet or not. How would she react, you wondered, would she react angry or sad, or both? What were you saying? She’ll be both and so much more.

Regardless of those thoughts, you were here. You were here in Karl’s bed, inside his room, inside his factory. The fact you were here was still hard to believe, everything that had happened felt like a sort of dream. Like it was almost too good to be true. But now that you were here, what would happen now?

Were you gonna live here? Live here with him? How would that work? He’s wanted you to be here for a while, so what type of plans does he have in his head for you?

God, you missed your sisters. Even though Karl said what he said, you still missed your Mother. You tried to play it off by her drinking too much, but everything had happened so fast and gone so far, you still felt like you were in the thick of it. Things everyone said, everyone’s raging emotions that screamed in your face like starving rabid lycans. All of it started to eat away at your mind, an anxiety you’ve held onto continued to get so intense it had you resist the urge to let out any tears. You didn’t want to cry now. Not while you were here.

A warm arm slipped around your front, snaking around your waist and slowly pulling you closer. Your back went flush against Karl’s chest, the warmth of his body radiating like a large furnace. You heard him let out a slow exhale, his hold on you growing more secure. You couldn’t help but smile, hearing him let out a yawn behind you.

“You’re growing soft on me Karl?”

“Mm? Nah,” He spoke in a low, tired tone. “You’re fuckin’ freezing. Don’t want you gettin’ sick, and you end up gettin’ me sick.”

“Sure.” You dragged out the word in a teasing tone, bringing your hand to rest over his warm arm. Feeling his touch reminded you why you were here, because all he wanted to do was keep you safe. He wanted to keep you safe, you repeated to yourself, the warmth of the truth temporarily flushing out your anxieties to soothe you into slumber’s embrace.

Karl watched your form slowly rise and fall with your sleeping breath, unable to help himself as his thumb slowly brushed against your skin. He was almost tempted to run his fingers through your soft looking hair, but fought against it over the concern it would keep you awake.

He was glad you were getting some sleep, all while he had woken up from his unrestful one.

The dream started off strange: He was entering Castle Dimitrescu, the bright lights from the crystal chandeliers flooding his unshielded eyes. He heard you call his name, your form coming down the stairs dressed in your white gown, looking as beautiful as he first saw you.

You were happy and bubbly, walking over to him with a bright smile on your face. When you got closer you took his hands, and told him how much you adored him. The plain truth stunted him for moment, his reaction making you giggle. You leaned closer for a kiss, but hesitated just inches away from his lips.

Then, you started to laugh. It was a sinister sounding cackle, changing your sweet voice into something evil. He looked at you, watching as your face scrunched up in amusement with your brows heavily furrowed. A black, thick substance started spewing from your mouth, temporarily halting your laughter as you choked on said substance, dripping from your chin down to your dress front, permanently staining the white material.

“Heisenberg...”

You said his name, but not in your own tone of voice.

“Heisenberg!” Miranda yelled at him, her cold voice in your warm body. She laughed again, your mouth stained with rich black ink.

Miranda began reciting words and phrases, words that have been used to harm and berate him for years.

Words from his own family: harsh and cold. Words from Miranda: stale with deceit, and words from Alcina: Bitter and ruthless.

He was forced to listen to your black lips recite everything with her tone, all while he was frozen in place to listen to them all.

When he woke up, he was surprised that the way he jolted didn’t wake you. Maybe you didn’t notice him, maybe you were too lost in your own thoughts. But seeing you beside him, knowing you were with him made him relax considerably. He pulled you into his embrace, feeling relieved that it wasn’t a dream. You were safe here, and that’s all that mattered.

When you woke up again, he was gone.

You didn't hear rain anymore, but you couldn’t hear him anywhere nearby. Sitting up, you looked around to find the bedroom door closed. Maybe he left somewhere in the factory to work, he did look like a workaholic.

Looking for something to wear, you got out of bed and used your fingers to fix your hair. You found one of his long sleeve button ups draped over the work bench along with his hat and glasses, settling for putting on the garment and buttoning it up by the time you walked out into the hallway. As a joke, you took the glasses with you.

You went towards the only room you would think he would be, finding the man himself standing over his workbench, lacking said shirt. His hair was tied back, keeping it out of his face as he finished putting an object of some sort into a dark bag. You couldnt see what it was, but it didnt look like he heard you yet as you walked up behind him.

It looked like he cleaned up the room a little bit, the metal scraps that were all over the ground before were set aside into an awkward pile in the far corner, and the body parts were gone.

"Hey," Your voice filled his ears, breaking him out of his unconsentrated thoughts. He turned to look at you, a broad smirk forming on his face when he saw you in his shirt, adorning his sunglasses.

"Well, Good morning kitten." His arms snaked around your waist, bringing you close to him before lifting you up, raising you to sit ontop of the desk.

"This is a good look for you," He commented, seeing you giggle before taking off the sunglasses, blinking a little from the change of light in the room. “These are darker than I thought. How do you wear these things?"

Karl chuckled, taking his sunglasses and setting them aside on the table. Both hands ran along your hips, carresing them as he gazed into your eyes. He was quick to kiss you, your arm going behind his neck in compliance.

"What time is it?" You tried to speak up, the man's hungry lips trapping you back into the kiss before you could finish your sentence. He hummed a bit before letting go slowly, sighing a little bit. "We havent been asleep that long, got up once the storm stopped."

"You should’ve stayed in bed."

"I, uh, I need to fix some things I broke.”

"You mean those metal soldiers?"

"Mhm," He nodded, "I'll need to replace parts, find new subjects. All that kind of stuff."

"Hm," You pondered for a moment, biting your bottom lip as you leaned back on your palms against the table. "I mean, I could help. I could help get you some fresh bodies."

"Really now?" Karl chuckled when he saw you nod your head. "Well look at you, already putting yourself to use."

"Oh hush," You giggled, leaning for a quick kiss again. "I may need to go to Donna's anyway."

To this, he raised his brow. Go to Donna's? But you just got here, why do you need to go to the doll obsessed woman's home?

"Why?"

"In case you haven’t noticed, you ripped my only dress. She has lots of spare fabrics I can use to make my own."

"You can sew?" He asked that with more surprise in his tone than before. Just exactly how many things did you know how to do?

"Right, but what clothes are you gonna wear to go there?" He pointed out, his hands going over to rest along your hips again. You looked down at yourself, your lips forming a frown when you realized he was right. Maybe before you ran away, you should’ve at least brought something. But wasn’t like you knew you were going to stay here.

Karl couldnt help but laugh at your silence, making you frown even more. "Relax darling, I think I got some things you can borrow. Actually, I was gonna head over to see the Duke, maybe you’d wanna come along and then if theirs time I can go with you to Donna’s."

"Aww, You scared of me going alone?"

“Hm, I’m not against you leaving on your own, but the idea of you staying here wearin’ my clothes is so tempting,” Karl hoisted you up in his arms, wrapping your legs around his waist. You giggled as you gripped his shoulders, watching him walk out of the room and head towards the bedroom. He purposely dropped you on the bed, watching your body bounce before he caged you underneath him, your laughter filling up his chest with joy.

His hands found your wrists and pinned them to the sides of your head, glaring down at you with humorous eyes before giving you a kiss. You straddled his waist with your legs, feeling his chest rumble as he peppered kisses along your neck and chest.

“Karl,” You playfully whined, feeling his facial hair prickle your skin. “I need clothes damnit.”

“Fine fine,” He chuckled, joining you for a final kiss before leaving you.

He brought out dark brown pants, a leather belt, a black shirt and a navy coat. You couldn’t remember the last time you wore pants, or a plain shirt such as this. In fact, just wearing these clothes felt a little silly for a moment. You had to tuck in the shirt, and tuck the pant legs into your boots so they weren’t awkwardly sticking out. By the time you were done, you took one look at yourself in the mirror, and couldn’t help but start to laugh.

You looked silly wearing men's clothes, but you also felt really comfortable. It was a new kind of fun, one that had you laughing like a little child.

Karl had watched you the entire time, and couldn’t help but chuckle at the sight. His clothes looked... new on you, in an adorable way. Maybe the jacket was a tad too big, but with weather like this, it would do you fine.

"I look silly, dont i?" You couldn’t help but question, seeing him approach you and shake his head. "Not really, You just look... small."

"Small?" You tilted your head.

"I mean, like you’re just innocent looking. Like a lost little tourist." He shrugged it off, seeing the way you started to smile.

You stepped closer and hooked your fingers under his belt, roughly pulling him closer until your chest pressed up against his.

“You and I know that I’m not innocent." You told him in a low, sultry tone before kissing him, barely giving him time even process a response. His hands returning towards your hips, roaming down along the curves of your ass.

You jumped when he spanked you, quickly massaging the area right after. The shiver that went down your body made him chuckle, breaking the kiss to see your flushed cheeks. "Bet that felt nice, didnt it?" You didn’t want to say anything, but it was well written all over your face that you may have liked it. A little.

Karl went back towards his work area after getting dressed to get his hat and glasses, but realized his glasses were in the other room. You followed along with him, watching him go to where he had left his glasses on the work table, only to find them gone.

The man was confused, never recalling picking them up. When he turned around to ask, you had his darkened glasses framing your face, wearing a blank expression.

"I need those." He began, seeing you take them off of your face.

"Oh, you do?" You innocently asked, seeing him nod and extend his hand out. The last thing he expected you to do was turn around and run out of the room, almost accidentally running into the doorframe on the way out. His footsteps behind you were much faster than you expected, forcing you to try to run alot faster. You barely made it out of the factory doors before an arm wrapped around your front, your feet leaving the ground.

A burst of laughter came from you, pure silliness erupting from your chest like freshly opened chardonnay. Karl's laughter came right after yours, the man’s other hand coming towards your sides with wiggling fingers. The tickly sensation made you laugh even louder, almost breaking his glasses in your tightly squeezed hands.

"I can keep going!" He announced, putting you down only to assault your other side, forcing your body to curl as you laughed even louder.

"Alright Alright!" you cried out, giving in when it quickly became too much. You were used to tickling, you had three other sisters, But Karl's fingers were much more firm and larger, knowing your body well enough to attack your soft spots.

"Thank you sweetheart," He took them back from your hands, letting you catch your breath. His amused eyes disapeared behind his glasses, but his smirk remained. You smiled back, feeling the happiness spread through your body in ways you haven’t felt before, but only with him. It made you feel more emotionally secure for the time being.

Karl let the way, carrying along with him his hammer and said bag. You didn’t question what was in it, you only believed he was gonna get stuff from the Duke before putting in orders. In the meantine, you followed alongside him, starting up conversation about random things that came across both of your minds that didn’t come into the category as family oriented. While you two talked, you noticed the sun starting to set behind the large mountains, illuminating their crooked form and framing them in a fiery glow. You could barely catch a glipse of this through your bedroom window, but out here it so surreal and calm. Knowing you were probably gonna be out where when it turned turned into night time excited you a lot more than it should’ve.

You told Karl about how theirs a rare chance when the sun sets, a faint green light is shown for barely a few seconds. He said its hard to catch glimpses of that with mountains like these, but he knew what you meant. He’s only seen it on accident a couple times in his life. So you switched topics.

One of the topics you brought up were where the tourists came from: You didn’t exactly ask the few you’ve killed where they were from.

Karl said most of them came from America, this place thats exponentially advanced different types of technology. He said if you thought his factory was alot to take in, then you should see how americans used their technology. He believed the way they were using their resources and building skills were a complete waste, questioning why wouldn’t they put their actual needs instead of their silly desires first, things would make more sense.

You didn’t exactly understand him, thinking how and why americans who have alot more would want to visit a place like this.

"Its more for novelty, I believe. I think they just love the idea of going places they'll never have the chance to truly experience. I mean, they’ll see a large shiny castle and want to go and live in it, but they'll never realize just how much worse it actually is."

"What do you mean by that?'

"I think the reason Miranda put that bitch in the castle is because its an eyesore, and forgeiners like that. Their curiosity overruns their fear, and once they go into the spider’s web, they’re dead before they realize its too late. Forgeiners are idiots, they lack true skills to survive the world we do, and thats what gets them killed by someone as small as you."

“Someone as small as me?” You repeated with an amused giggle. “Oh please, most don’t even see me coming.”

“Bold claim by you, huh?” Karl mused while glancing at you, “You’re rare. You kill if it benefits those around you, but you don’t kill for yourself. Yet you enjoy it either way, don’t you?”

“It’s how I was raised,” You shrugged, letting out an exhale as the snow crunched underneath your boots. “Did I ever think I was gonna get to this point? No, but... it’s what I was brought into, you know?”

“I know exactly what you mean.” He muttered, looking back on ahead as the village came into view. However, instead of the village, Karl started to lead you through a path that took you towards the church, which started to confuse you quite a bit.

"Where are we going?" You asked, closing your large coat around you more as the tempretures started to drop.

"I thought it would be nice to have a break here," Was all he said, bringing you into the church.

The candles were mostly all out, soon needing to be replaced by fresh ones. The torches along the walls still kept up their strong flames, basking the area in a warm glow.

The events from earlier came to mind the moment you saw Mother's chair, recalling just how loud and terrifying she had gotten. The broken pew was replaced by another, the scraps thrown aside somewhere you didn’t know. Karl stopped over to the pew, setting down his hammer and the bag he brought. You glanced over to the floor, seeing tiny glass shards lingering on the ground where the compass your mother destroyed used to be.

"Karl," You looked to see him opening up the bag, glancing over his shoulder towards your direction. "Why are we here?" Your voice was slightly shaky, the events of earlier still rattling your head like a wild snake's tail.

"Look, I... I feel bad for what happened earlier. I know all that stuff must be rattling in your brain like crazy. I was thinking we could be here for a little bit to drown out those bad memories, and make some good ones." He brought out a bottle of whiskey, swirling the amber liquid around.

It was... considerate of him to think this up. You had to admit, after what had happened the idea of a drink wasn’t all that bad.

"That’s sweet of you," You gave him a smile, seeing him pull out a cigar. "What else did you bring?"

"Oh just some other junk, it ain’t important.” He waved it off, opening the bottle of whiskey before handing it to you. You took the bottle, seeing him look for his lighter while you took a sip of the whiskey. You winced at the burn for a moment, holding your breath until it settled and let out an exhale.

"Shit," Karl muttered, unable to find his lighter. He looked over to one of the torches, holding the cigar up to light it up. You got amused at the sight, taking a seat on the new pew while taking another sip of whiskey.

Karl joined your side, bringing his arm back to rest against the backrest while bringing his foot up to rest on his other knee. You handed him the bottle and he accepted, offering you the cigar as fair trade.

The alcohol and cigars settled your nerves for the moment, warming your body and settling your mind. Although they were only placed behind a mental wall in your head, it was enough to keep you calm and ignore it for now.

"While we're here," Karl settled the bottle aside before bringing his attention over towards the bag.

"I have a surprise here for you."

“Oh?" You exhaled some smoke, seeing him adjust his legs until both feet were on the ground, then patted his lap for you to sit on. You giggled a little complied, sitting on top of his lap as one arm snaked comfortably around your waist.

He brought out a bundle of wrapped up dark cloth from the bag and handed it to you. You passed him the cigar, taking the cloth bundle and untying it slowly. Your fingers brushed against a smooth, cold metallic surface, your fingers slowly wrapping around what felt like a cylinder like object. You brought out the object with a look of confusion, tilting your head as you stared at this... thing.

It looked like it was made of smooth steel, the object at least six inches long. It reminded you of a round headed bullet, the cylinder like base looking similar to a blunt sword handle.

"What is it?" You looked at him, seeing him smirking the moment you held it in your hand.

"You don’t know what it is, huh?" He asked after exhaling some smoke to the side.

You shook your head. He started to laugh, making you even more confused than before. Why is he laughing??

"What is it?? Tell me!"

He laughed a moment longer before cocking his head, his smirk ever so present on his face. "And you say you aren’t innocent, Its a special toy Y/n."

"A toy?" You repeated.

"Mhm, A special one."

"A... oh," You looked back at the toy, realizing what he meant. "Oh."

Where did he... what??

You've heard of toys, but not anything like these. Especially not like these. You weren’t shy to admit to yourself that you learned about toys from books, but those were experiences you were gonna keep to yourself. You were confused, unsure how to exactly respond to this.

“What.. uh, what do I do?” You questioned, watching him blow out more smoke before gesturing to bring the object over. You handed it to him, watching it hold it for a moment before bringing it over to your neck. The cold sensation made you slightly shiver, feeling a little awkward where it was placed.

“I recall you saying you’ve never played with toys, right?” He asked, seeing you nod slowly. “Well, their are all different kinds of toys out there, and these are most common. I thought I’d introduce you to one, make a new and very good memory here for you.”

The metal began to buzz, making you gasp and jump a bit as it vibrated along your skin, resting against a sensitive area on your neck Karl knew you had. The sensation was strange, even though it was a small buzz, it felt really new and... nice, in a way. For some odd reason, it felt like a peculiar massage against your neck muscles, with made you smile a bit.

It stopped shortly after, Karl placing the object back into your hands. You looked at it, thinking at how it must feel where it was supposed to go. Maybe the thought excited you a little.

“You wanna try it out sweetheart?” Karl offered, seeing you meet his gaze for a moment before nodding. He smiled, turning his head to glance over towards a spot that he thought suited you perfectly.

“Sit in that bitch’s chair,” He gestured his head towards the large seat. In Mother’s chair? This guy was serious.

It didn’t faze you, but for some reason you started to get more nervous at the realization that you’d have to use this new toy in front of him.

Mother’s chair was quite large, it was quite tall for you to stand next to, let alone sit on top. You figured he would want you to get undressed first, so that’s what you chose to do.

You undid your belt while facing the chair and removed your pants and panties slowly, even going as far as to lean down and pull off your boots, taking everything off and for his viewing pleasure.

He watched the way you leaned down, eyes focused on the way those rosy lips of your entrance were glistening with excitement. It had him smile already knowing that you were so excited for this despite the nervousness. You hesitantly hoisted yourself up on the chair, surprised just how much bigger you thought it was when your feet didn’t touch the ground.

“Put your legs up,” Karl said, watching you slowly bring your feet up until your heels were pressed up on the surface of the seat. Alcina’s chair was actually really comfortable and roomy, giving you enough room to lean back on the back rest and have enough room to keep your feet up. You could curl up into a ball and still have room, but that wasn’t what you were here for.

“I want you to go slow kitten, tease yourself a little,” Karl watched you clutch the toy in your hand, thinking for a moment before pulling up your shirt.

It vibrated instantly with the soft vibrations that you felt on your neck. An excited sparkle of amusement ran through your body, feeling it quite ticklish just holding it in your hand. You weren’t sure how to properly react to this it: was just a simple vibration but just having Karl sit there watch you use this toy made you way more excited than you should’ve been.

Swallowing slowly, he met Karl’s gaze as you brought the toy slowly down between your breasts, maneuvering the vibrating object down your stomach ever so slowly.

The vibrations made a small giggle leave your lips. As ticklish as the sensation was, it did bring a faint sensitivity to your body. A light gentle friction that shot down your spine almost deliciously.

Karl sat up more on the pew, keeping his cigar in his mouth is he watched the toy travel down your beautiful body. When you rested the tip of the toy over your pubic mound the vibrations sort of felt as if they were increasing. It was weird, there was no button of any sort, or any little odd crank, and yet it acted like one of Karl’s strange machines. Maybe he built this toy for you, maybe he was planning on using it on you for a good while.

“Keep going kitten,” he ushered slowly while licking his lips and sharp teeth, “Keep those legs up, show me what I want to see.”

Taking a deep breath, you brought the tip of the vibrating toy down to your clit. Just a fraction of a second was all you needed to gasp and quickly take the toy away, the vibration sending a huge ripple of pleasure to spread to your core.

It felt like it was ticklish, good and awkward at the same time.

You weren’t used to this: you were used to fingers and Karl. It made you curious at how good this would make you feel the longer you used it. You returned the toy against your clit, a small whine leaving your mouth instantly.

The vibrations shot straight against your sweet spot, making you raise your hips slightly off the chair. The muscles in your thighs slightly quivered, running along your body in soft waves. The more you held the toy against you the more good at began to feel, but at the same time it was starting to feel a little too much for you to bare. After a couple more seconds you took the toy away, biting down on your lip as you let out a small shaky moan. The vibrations had your back almost arching off the chair, your body shivering at the way if left you feeling.

You almost wanted to close your thighs, but you knew that wasn’t what Karl wanted to see. He knew you were enjoying it, but you were just new at it. In fact, he liked watching you figure it out, to watch your body squirm as you dealt with the new sensation and to watch your pussy drip even more with pleasure. The way your would clench over nothing when you returned the toy again, those cute little whines and moans that left you. It was enough to make him take off his shades, leaning forward with his elbows to his knees as he watched with hungry, almost glowing eyes like a wolf watching his prey.

“You can’t be done yet baby. Go on, keep going.”

You let out a couple of short breaths, your shaking hands keeping the toy pressed against you. Some unknown force caused the toy to increase its vibrations, delivering a more strong sensation against your quickly warming core it had you arch your back again with a louder whine.

“Mmm!” Your other hand clutched the armrest, your hips slightly thrashing about as the buzzing against your core was starting to increase the rising pleasure. The muscles in your thighs started trembling with your hips almost refusing to keep still, the pleasure rising up and threatening to snap. You let out a slow, short whine, rocking your hips a little more against nothing as the fiery band threatened to snap. You were close, it was quick but you were so close, you could almost-

“Stop,” Karl ordered, forcing you to come back to your senses and pull the toy away. You took a moment to regain your breath, realizing the slick that gathered from your pleasure was practically dripping from your hole, pooling the surface of the chair. You let out a small, irritated groan at the lack of release, hating when he did that to you.

“C’mere,” Karl sat back again, beckoning you over with two fingers. You slid off the chair, feeling your legs slightly tremble from the position you were in. You saw he had undone his pants, his cock resting up against his abdomen, throbbing and aching with pure need.

“Did that feel good?” You nodded to his question, seeing him smirk and reach for the toy. “Yeah, I bet it did. As cute as you looked, I can’t have you finishing with just a toy. Turn around and take a seat.” He put aside his dying cigar and patted his lap, having you do what you were told.

You sat back against him, humming at the feeling of his warm cock against your entrance as your legs hooked around his, keeping you spread open. He removed his gloves before he guided himself in, emitting a heavy groan at just how soaked and easy you were to slip into, the stretch of him inside made you feel so deliciously full.

He gave a short thrust, chuckling at the small mew you let out. He brought the toy over to your clit, turning it back on to the setting it was on before. The return of it had you clenching around him instantly, a gasp and tremble of your hips following shortly after. The pleasure rejected from you before began to build up a lot quicker, your hands clutching onto his forearms as you rocked your hips, moaning at his cock filling you inside with the buzzing of the toy teasing your bud.

Karl was more content to sit still and watch you squirm in his lap, letting out a low hum or two every minute or so from the way your walls fluttered around him, squeezing him constantly, making you feel even tighter. His free hand rested along your abdomen, feeling your insides squeezing him harder, making him push against your almost unforgiving squeezes as he held you close to his form, the sounds you were making filling his ears as you relaxed your head against his right shoulder.

As a surprise, he set the toy to the highest setting. The intense buzzing hit you like his metal hammer hitting solid ground, your back arching as your orgasm ruptured through your entire body, a loud raspy cry leaving your lips.

Your whole body tensed up, thighs trembling so hard they had almost closed. Your loud cry was halted as the warm euphoria shot through your body, bathing you with its fire and drowning you without mercy.

Karl’s chest rumbled at the sight of you, feeling your sweet juices soak his entire cock. Your pussy convulsed around him as your fingers dug so deep into his arms he could almost feel your nails through the fabrics. Something made you gasp loud in shock, which caught him off guard as he saw you lift your head to see something splattering against the ruined rug floor.

Something caught his attention from between your legs, noticing that their was a liquid covering his hand, holding onto the now drenched toy. Peering over a little more, his gaze traveling towards the direction from where it had came from.

Your hand was covering your mouth, eyes wide in the shock of what you just done. You almost didn’t notice it, but now you really really wished you hadn’t.

His laughter boomed through the entire church room, the man sitting up as he set the toy aside. “Haha! Mmm!” Both arms wrapped around your waist, keeping himself inside as he hugged you secure to his torso.

“Well! Mhm, meine dreckige kleine hure,” He chuckled deeply against the skin of your neck before peppering the area with frantic kisses.

You were too embarrassed to even question what he said, both your hands moving over to cover your face from view. What the fuck did I just do?? And why the fuck did it happen???

“Aww, what’s wrong kitten?” He cooed, smirking at your sudden shyness and silence. “You shocked that my own invention worked so well?”

“Mmm!” You turned your head away, hearing him laugh some more as his hands rubbed along your thighs, feeling your trembling muscles still recovering.

“What? Theirs nothing wrong with what happened kitten. Nothing wrong at all,” He tried to soothe as his hands ran along your hips, his rough fingers gently rubbing your stretched folds and pressing down on your sensitive nub. “In fact, it just makes me want to eat you up even more. So don’t be shy kitten, making a mess just means we’re having a good time, aren’t we?”

He rocked himself inside you, making you clench and whimper as his cock throbbed against your sweet. He brought your head back to his shoulder, the man looking into your eyes as he saw just how flushed you were from the mixture of embarrassment and arousal.

“Didn't it feel good?” He whispered, bringing up his fingers for you to see how wet they were all coated in your honey. “I barely even touched you, and you’re so dripping. You have any idea how wet my cock feels? All because of you darling?”

You looked into his eyes, feeling your core start to spasm to life again as you saw how wet his fingers were, along with another throb of his cock. He brought his fingers to your lips, watching you accept them and lick them clean. His hand held onto your hip and moved you slowly, making you moan on his fingers.

“Hmm, god you’re so fucking beautiful,” he muttered, putting his fingers into your mouth up to his knuckles before removing them. His wet fingers pinched at your nipples, making you whine as he continued to grind you against him.

“Get over here,” He let go of you and patted to the open seating area beside him, “On your knees, now.”

You didn’t want to leave this comfortable position, unable to help yourself as a small whine left the back of your throat. After an orgasm like that, despite the embarrassment, your body felt warm and comfortable despite the chilly church room. A thought popped up in the back of your head, making your lips curl at the silly idea of it.

“Make me,” You muttered.

“Pardon?”

“I said Make. Me.” You glanced into his eyes again, your smirk highly present on your face. “Daddy.”

Oh.

He chuckled lowly, both of his hands clutching your hips, lifting you off of his dick. He maneuvered your body until you were on your knees, your cheek pressed up against the smooth wood of the pew.

“Ohh kitten,” He muttered handsomely, his fingers kneading the warm flesh of your ass. “You have no idea what that’s gonna bring for you.” He leaned closer to your lower half, fingers spreading your pussy open before shoving his tongue inside, lapping up at all of your sweetness. You whined some more from the roughness of his tongue, fingers clutching onto the edge of the seat as his tongue flicked over your nub multiple times.

“I should be mad at you, you wasted a perfectly good meal for me.” He gave one final lick before getting ahold of your other hand, placing the toy in your grasp before pressing it up against your clit.

“Keep it there, and don’t move it anywhere else. I’m not gonna stop until you give me another mess to clean up.” Karl pushed himself back inside with a groan, the toy buzzing to life at the highest setting, making you gasp and arch your back again. Your moans and cries were loud at first, but with the large holes in the ceilings you started to fear that people would hear. You tried to cover your mouth a bit and hold back, but Karl wasn’t happy at the action.

He slapped your ass hard, making you wince and cry out a little bit. He repeated three times on the same spot, massaging the tender flesh in his hand while his other hand grabbed your hair, giving a not so innocent tug.

“Don’t you dare hold those noises back kitten, I want you to scream so loud it’ll sound like a church choir in here!” His thrusts only got harder, the wet skin against skin slaps quickly muffled out by your loud cries.

His pace quickly grew vigorous, the harsh buzzing of the toy making you buck your hips against him repeatedly. You came again with an amplified burn, euphoria blinding you for a moment as another loud cry left your lips. Your fingers struggled to hold onto the toy, the quick sting of overstimulation rattling your body.

Karl relished in everything, groaning from the clenching and the way your body moved, arching your back just like a cat would. Your moans leaned towards louder whines, slowly moving away the toy when it got to be too much.

"Aww, what's wrong?" Karl asked, bringing his hand over to raise your form up, pressing you back against his. He stopped his brutal thrusts, settling for grinding against your ass while he brought the toy back against your core, grunting when he felt the vibrations himself.

"My cock getting to be too much for my little slut? Hm? Or is this toy too harsh on your pretty pussy? Tell me."

"Mm!" You started to speak up, forcing your lethargic mind to think of proper words to use. "F-fuck! The toy-" You cut off with another loud moan, feeling him press it even harder against you, the vibrations abusing your nub so much you felt another orgasm quickly follow.

"What's it gonna be kitten? You wanna finish on this toy, or you wanna finish on Daddy's cock?"

"You Daddy, please!" You held onto his arms for dear life, hearing him chuckle against your neck before placing a wet kiss on your skin. He turned off the toy, setting it aside before gripping your hips with a bruising grip, fucking you hard again until you came another time.

He growled against your neck, his lips tasting the saltiness of your sweat. He rocked into you more slowly, but not stopping until you rode out another mind shattering orgasm. One of your hands went behind his head, keeping him close as he panted against your skin. You relaxed slowly, letting out heavily drawn pants that mellowed into soft exhales, feeling his hands roam under your shirt to caress your breasts.

"Fuck Karl," You exhaled, closing your eyes for a moment. Karl tugged off your jacket, resting you back on the pew. You watched him, watching the man maneuver himself until his face was inches away from yours, his eyes hungry with a primal need. In the faint darkness blanketing the room as evening shifted into night, it looked as if his eyes were glowing like fireflies. He smiled at you, showing you that unique handsomeness you've grown to love looking at.

The loud buzzing rang in your ears, the harsh sensation of the toy pressing along your sore entrance making you gasp and wince. Your overstimulated, drenched core throbbed with the feeling, forcing you to grab onto Karl's arms as a long broken moan left you. He chuckled, looking down to watch as he pushed the toy against your entrance, parting you open with the help of his knee, watching your ever so hungry pussy invite it in. Feeling the vibrations inside was slightly different, making you whimper a lot louder as he moved it agonizingly slow, making you feel it along your fluttering walls.

He hummed, moving himself to be closer to your core and wrap his lips around your clit, chuckling as he felt your nub buzz along his tongue.

"K-Karl!" You cried out his name, your hips slightly lifting as the sensations started getting too overwhelming. Your body felt burning with pain and pleasure, your nerves too overworked to bring out another release. "P-please, I can't-"

He growled in irritation of you trying to move away, his arm wrapping around your thigh to yank you back, keeping you secure against his mouth. He assaulted your core once more with his tongue and toy, leaving you to repeatedly cry out his name to the broken ceilings, crying out faster as you felt close to your orgasm that you've lost count of.

The band snapped, your nerves roaring in the wave of pleasure that overtook your other senses, making you tremble and scream out. Your hands clutched onto the pew for dear life, bringing your head back against the surface of the pew, your back arching almost every few moments. You heard a loud, uproarious muffled roar from Karl, the man clutching your hips closer as he sucked at your gushing core, taking all of your juices in his mouth, swallowing every single drop. You laid still, tired whines leaving your mouth as he nursed on your swollen, abused clit.

He planted kisses along your stomach and up your chest, leaving wet kisses until your lips met his, finding them very wet and tasting of you. He pulled out the toy, the vibrations stopping when it left your sore caverns. He broke the kiss and brought the tip of the toy along your bottom lip, watching you open and lick along the warm surface.

"You did so good for me Kitten," He praised in a low tone, meeting your gaze as you sucked on the tip momentarily before letting it go. "Daddy wasn't too rough, was he?"

"Oh no," You smiled a little, bringing your head back to relax for another moment. "Daddy was just the usual."

"Which is?"

"Figure it out," You giggled a little, running your arms along your chest slowly. "Didn't think you'd like me calling you that."

"Much better than dog," He sat up, putting the toy aside before standing. "Get up."

"Hm?" You looked up at him, your eyes immediately attracting to his cock, coated with your juices and dripping with precum.

"I need kitten to help her daddy, but you need to lose the shirt." You sat up and pulled off the garment, your hand going over to hold his warm length. You brushed the clear beads along the head, giggling a little when it throbbed from the contact.

"Get closer," Karl ushered, having you move your sore hips until you sat at the very edge of the pew. His hand found your right breast first, kneading it before giving the same treatment towards the other.

"You looked gorgeous this morning, Everything you wear just has me so tempted to rip it all off and fuck these tits." He pinched your nipple and gave your breast a small slap, making you wince and giggle. Your lightly buzzed mind and afterglow state left you feeling cozy, tired yet relaxed, thinking about what he meant. You knew those low cut dresses did something to him.

"Daddy wanna try it?" You offered, slowly cupping your own breasts in your hands. "It's your turn to get messy."

Karl chuckled, stepping closer until the head of his cock brushed between your mounds. You nestled his cock between your breasts, humming at how warm it felt along your skin. A low rumble left his throat, watching how you squeezed yourself together, your plush breasts almost enveloping his entire cock. He moved his hips real slow, leaving you watch the head of his cock disappear between your mounds before reappearing. The slickness helped him glide along your skin so easily, creating a light squelching sound as he repeated the motions.

He sighed again, feeling himself getting close to his own end. He moved a bit faster, keeping one hold on your shoulder as he fucked your chest, all while you watched more beads of precum leak out and stain your skin. You even went as far as to stick your tongue out, feeling it brush along the head to lap up the saltiness.

He stilled against you, letting out a rich, heavy growl as he spilled all over your breasts, staining your skin with his milky seed. You watched with a soft moan, eyes frozen on the way every rope of cum pumped out from the tip. You squeezed yourself tighter around him, moving with his slow thrusts until he stopped, his cock throbbing against your chest.

"Mmm," Your fingers grazed along the small puddles, watching his seed drip down in between your breasts to trickle along his cock. Your fingers ran along the length, smearing as much of it along before you leaned closer, bringing his cock to your lips to lick up the mess. He hummed while watching your tongue run along the veins, tasting yourself and him mixed together. Your tongue reached the base and back towards the tip, feeling his hand come over to caress the back of your head.

The thrusted once into your mouth, hearing you gasp in surprise. His cock almost hit the back of your throat, chuckling when you moved your mouth away before you could gag.

“Mm!” You licked your lips, looking up at him with a frown. “Fuck Karl, you’re an asshole!”

“Oh really? I’m not the one who came all over the church floor.”

“Fuck you!”

“Heh, you better watch that mouth pup. I might still be a little hungry."

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Smoke Rings on Gold Frames (18+)

Heisenberg x reader smut

Here's Part One, and Part Two.

This is a part 3 to the small smut series this has turned into. Again, this makes me so happy that’s it’s getting so much love and attention! As always, finish your dinner before you get to your dessert! <3

Warning: It’s a smut! Dominating metal man, eating out, biting, mentions of wounds, praise, slight choking, mirror play, degration. Faint mention of lycan/Heisenberg. Look how much fun you two are having!

Summary: He saved you, yes, but Alcina still didn’t like the idea of that man getting anywhere near his precious daughter. You on the other hand, couldn’t get enough of him. He couldn’t get enough of you either. In fact, how desperate was he to have you under his grip again?

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You flicked your wrist against the match box, watching the slim piece of wood spark before erupting into a small bright flame.

The match quickly went towards the metal basin of your antique brass incense burner, nestling inside to scorch the loose incense blend you piled inside. The thick, rich smoke of green sage mixed with your favorite dried flowers began to perfume the air, drowning you in a comfortable smoke. You closed the lid on the metal burner, sliding the container over towards the far end of your vanity table and proceeded to look at yourself through your vanity mirror.

You lit your incense burner on evenings you felt like you needed to be alone. Usually before bed, one or all of your sisters would come by for a visit, or the maids would attend to pick up dirty garments for washing or to bring you tea. Naturally, your sisters weren't fond of the smoke, even going as far as avoiding the hallway so they weren't troubled by it. You loved your sisters dearly, but sometimes you lit your incense on purpose, especially after learning that bugs don't like smoke.

As for the maids, if they smelled it, they'd know you weren't to be disturbed.

When you arrived home on that day, Mother was quick to send you towards a bath and have your brand new dress burned. You felt like you were in that bath for an hour or more, succumbed to the warm waters filled with bubbles, flowers and heavily scented bath oils. After a while of scrubbing, relaxing and daydreaming, you left when your fingers were pruny and the flowers in your bath were shriveled and dull of their color.

You remained in your room until dinner, passing the time by reading. Alcina had dinner sent to your room, along with a bottle of a brand new wine you've never heard of before.

She's been spoiling you more than usual these passed few days since, bringing you your favorite meals and desserts, and you knew it was because of the 'incident.'

Don't get her wrong, Alcina was in fact proud that you fought off the lycan to the best of your abilities, it's what she had you trained for. As reluctant as she was to admit, she was thankful that Heisenberg saved you, even though she had no idea of the full truth.

You looked at yourself in the mirror, adjusting your gray silk nightwear to reveal your healing wounds. They were minor little punctures the size of faint bullet marks along your shoulders, and weren't deep at all. But Mother, as caring as she was, gave you healing salves and a tincture to treat them so they wouldn't get infected. You opened one of the tins, slowly applying the salve along your marks with gentle fingers. They looked to be healing well, and hopefully wouldn't leave any scarring.

Losing your concentration on yourself, you began to pick up the faint voice of your Mother from the main hall. The walls were fairly thick, and your bedroom was the farthest from the entrance of the castle. If you could hear your Mother from this distance, than her voice was raised and didn't sound too happy.

Quickly fixing your clothes, you grabbed the closest article of clothing to wrap around your body before leaving your room, heading towards the hall. Your fingers finished tying the straps of your robe when you heard another voice talking back to Alcina, and it was impossible to not recognize who it was.

"Boo!" Daniela's voice spooked you from your pace, the girl giggling as you turned around quickly to acknowledge her.

"Did I scare you? Did it work?" She continued asking, joining your side as she too was curious on what was going on.

"Shh!" Another voice, Cassandra, silenced the girl as she joined along, the trio stopping at the top balcony looking over the main corridor. Bela caught up last, keeping a black shawl over her head like a hood to see what was happening. Four heads looked down to their Mother, who was dressed in her formal attire, arguing with no one other than Heisenberg, his trench coat sparkling with meting snow.

"For the last time," Heisenberg puffed out a cloud of smoke, pulling his cigar from his mouth as he pointed up towards Alcina, "When the damn things learn that they're promised a sacrificial blood bath in a couple of days, they get riled up! They're dogs, for fuck's sake! Your kid is like a walking treat to them!"

"Don't speak of my daughter that way, you pig!" Alcina sneered with venom in her voice and a killer look in her eyes. He only shrugged it off, shifting his weight from one foot to another, all while balancing is hammer over his shoulders.

"Look, I can control them to an extent. They know when to stop and when to go, when to shake hands, where to piss an' all that. But with this event coming soon, they're getting excited for anything that breathes and bleeds. That's all the excuse I can give you."

Alcina wasn't too pleased with his words, but to a certain extent she could believe what he meant. It only frightened her more to keep you inside the castle, at least until the village purge were to pass.

"Fine," She exhaled, bringing her hands to her hips. "Alright, You've made your point. Now, you know where The Duke is, go finish your business with him and go-"

"Yeaaah," Heisenberg cut the woman off, a grin beginning to form on his face. "About that, It's snowin' really bad out there."

"And?" Alcina raised a brow.

"And," He continued, "It's piling up fast. You have to go to the church, yet my place is much, much farther."

Is this man serious???

Alcina wanted to clutch his throat right then and there. He wanted to stay in HER castle??? A dirty, disgusting man like him? Who does he think he is?

"You want to stay in my castle?" She questioned with utter shock.

"Just for tonight, you clearly have the room to fit one more."

"The only place for a man like you in my castle is on the roof hanging from the flagpole at the top of the tower!"

"I said INSIDE, woman! Its fucking freezing! Don't believe me? Want me to crack open a window to prove it?!"

"Stick him in the cellars, Mother!" Daniela chirped, all heads turning towards the red headed girl. "He can sleep with the rats and play with the maids!"

Her laughter quickly grew contagious with the rest of the girls, including you as you looked towards your heavily frowning mother and a smirking Heisenberg.

"That sounds even better," Heisenberg chuckled as he brought his cigar to his lips, meeting your gaze as he blew out a puff of smoke. "A nice, warm place that's dark and filled with livestock. You won't mind if I play with one pretty little lamb, right?"

"That's enough," Alcina ordered, causing your giggles to quiet down. She exhaled as if defeated after fighting her choices. As much as she wanted to reject him and throw him out to the snow, she felt as if she at least owed him a fair amount of debt. She didn't want to, but she'd feel selfish for doing otherwise.

"Just for tonight," Alcina raised a finger towards the man, "You will be gone before the sun rises, or I'll drag you out myself. Do you understand?"

"Tall and clear."

"Hmph,” Turning away from the man, she looked up towards her daughters, who had been leaning against the balcony rails with curious eyes.

“I’ll be leaving for the night girls, I’ll be back before morning.” Alcina announced, meaning she was leaving to the church to be with Mother Miranda. It happened once in a while, and when you asked why, she would mention something along the lines of special planning and ‘special meetings with the favorite child.’ Maybe it was to discuss the village purge.

It was a few hours since Mother left and you retreated to your room. It was pretty late, and after a couple hours of tossing and turning you couldn’t bring yourself to sleep. You sat up in bed with an open book in your lap and half a glass of wine in your hand. The words on the page didn’t even interest you, nor did the wine do much to distract you from your thoughts.

Heisenberg was here. In the castle.

If he wasn’t here, you’d just allow your own thoughts to put you to sleep. But the fact he was here incredibly nearby, it made you pretty anxious. A part of you wanted to go down there in the cellars to find him, but you had a lot of maids down there who probably would never keep their mouths shut. Your sisters would question it too, but then again the fact that he was down there with all the maids...

Their was a knock at your door, stealing you away from your thoughts. You tossed your book aside, downing the rest of your wine before setting your glass down on your vanity next to your lightly smoking incense burner.

At first, you thought it was one of the maids coming to you for reasons unknown. But when you opened the door, the scent of scorched tobacco smoke immediately told you otherwise.

“Karl? What’re you doing up here?” You leaned against your door a little bit, seeing the way he immediately eyed you up and down, lingering on certain areas of your body.

“Mmm, looks like you’re finally taking my advice,” He began, a grin slowly forming on his face. “Wearin’ less clothes so you don’t hide that gorgeous body.”

You shook your head, looking away from the man as you stepped aside, gesturing him to walk in.

“How did you know which room was mine?” You closed the door, watching him slowly place his hammer down to the side without it making a loud thud.

“I followed the smell,” He responded, looking around at the decor in your bedroom. “Figured yours would smell the least of rotting blood and corpses the vampire bitch is known for.”

Your room was plain and simple, with the classic elegant spin that was in every other room in the castle. You kept it clean, minus the bed you were in before. The silk sheets were tussled, the fabrics in your favorite color.

“You know if someone found out you were in here, you’d be in a lot of trouble,” You spoke with a teasing tone, walking over to take off the shades from his face, along with his hat.

“I doubt that,” He chuckled, his eyes crinkled with amusement, “I might've threatened a couple of peepers, might've not. After all, I’m just a thirsty ol’ man looking for a tall glass of water.”

You held back a laugh as you placed said items down on your vanity, looking back to see his cigar nestled in his fingers. He watched you reach over and pluck it away, meeting his gaze as you slowly took a drag from said cigar, the embers glowing brighter than the candles that bathed your room in dim light.

“Well,” You blew out the smoke slowly, seeing the swirls evaporate as they got close to Karl’s face. “Did you find it?” You leaned over to put out the cigar inside your incense burner, feeling the floor slightly shift as he took a step closer to you.

“I’m lookin’ right at it,” Came his reply, his tone low and heavy with lust. “C’mere,” His gloved hand snuck around behind your neck, forcing a fierce kiss from you.

Your hands found a hold on his trench coat, yanking it off his shoulders while his hands plastered themselves on every inch of your skin. They found your breasts, squeezing them through the thin silk fabric. Abandoning your chest, they slid down your sides before squeezing the curves of your ass, holding you as close to him as possible. He tugged at your bottom lip with his teeth, chuckling a little before sucking the soft flesh.

“Mm,” As wonderful as this was, you had to break the kiss before his fingers could attempt to catch a firm hold on your sleepwear.

“Ah ah ah!” You shoved his hands off, forcing him to frown deeply.

“Sit down,” You motioned your head towards your bed, seeing Karl glance over it before frowning even more. “Really?”

“I said sit, Dog.” You ordered the man, even going as far as to shove him back. He caught himself this time, landing against your bed. He sat up properly, his frown replaced with a strong smile at your tone. It was cute watching you tell him what to do, but he didn’t voice it.

“I’m not having you rip up my clothes for a third time,” You proceeded to speak, staying where you were as you started to pull up the silk fabric of your gown in your hands, lifting it ever so slowly to pull off over your head.

“Yes Ma’am,” He responded slowly, watching you with intense eyes darkened with lust. It was your favorite look on him. You almost felt like you were standing top center at the church, with Karl as your only worshipper. He eyed every inch of your skin you exposed to him, relishing in the sight the second your garment fell to the ground. You stood in front of him with breasts bare, your nipples hard from the excitement.

You knew what Karl was waiting for, he didn’t try to hide it as he stared at your waist, seeing your fingers sliding along the edge of your panties. You hooked your thumbs around them and pulled them down slowly, hearing the man lightly groan when they fell to your feet, the material glistening from your wetness.

“Fuck, kitten,” He breathed, slowly pulling off his gloves and tossing them to the floor. He stood up from the bed, and while you were tempted to tell him to sit again, seeing the way he started to tug off his shirts made you silence yourself.

“That’s cute,” He started, his bare calloused hand running down your flank, making you slightly shiver, “Your little show. Very, very cute. But now it’s my turn.”

Oh? You tilted your head slightly in question.

He turned you around, making you face the large floor length mirror you kept against your wall near your closet. Bright gold metal lined the edges, giving it a rich elegant look you adored seeing, it was one of the many eye catchers in your room.

But now, you were staring at your own reflection as Karl stayed behind you, his hands traveling over your breasts again.

“I just adore these sessions of ours,” His voice rumbled in his chest against your back, watching as your attention was focused on his fingers teasing your slightly bruised nipples. “I never knew you had such a bite to your bark, (Y/n). To think their was such a freak hidden away in this pretty head of yours, it’s just another thing I’ve grown to like about you.”

He gave your nipples a rough pinch, making you jump and hiss with surprise while your back slightly arched. He shushed you almost instantly, taking away your hand before it even came close to his.

“Hurts, huh? Pain is such a fantastic way to waken up the senses, especially with the erotic type of pain.” His hands left your breasts and down to your hips, the tips of his fingers gliding ever so close to where you wanted them to be.

"You..." You spoke up again, making him halt his movements.

"What was that?"

"You talk too much." Was your response, making the man chuckle.

"Besides bein' a sexy freak, you're also such a fucking brat." One of his hands left your hips to cradle your jaw, securing your head forward to where you stared at yourself in the mirror.

His free fingers found your clit through your warm folds, making you emit a small whine as he teased you with slow, small circles.

"I wanna make you come (Y/n), but I also want you to watch yourself when I make you," Karl murmured in your ear before taking your earlobe in between his teeth, giving a small tug. He applied more pressure against your bud, increasing his pace slightly in a way that made your stomach press against his forearm that you held, your fingernails digging into his skin as not so subtle whines left your lips.

"F-fuck," You hissed, your head slightly moving in his grip as you couldn't help yourself to look down, seeing the warm light of your room reflect off the slick that gathered on Karl's rough fingers.

"So vulgar sweetheart," His grip quickly tightened on your jaw, fingers almost bruising your skin as he moved your head back to where it was before. "I didn't tell you to move. I'm not gonna repeat myself."

It wasn't long before he set a brutally fast pace, forcing more whines and whimpers to flood his ears. Your other hand gripped his other arm, finding leverage against him as your body shuddered, feeling like you were close to losing yourself. You couldn't help but curse this man in your head that he was so capable of making you feel this way, but oh did it feel so good.

"On second thought," Karl announced before his fingers completely abandoned your folds, forcing you to let out almost a fuming, irritated groan. You were seconds away from feeling your core burst, the lack of attention quickly filling with annoyance.

"What the hell??" You wanted to yell at the man as he stepped away, looking at you with nothing but a shit eating grin. He brought his two fingers to his lips, licking at the pads before sucking on them, humming as if he was tasting ambrosia.

"I had a change of thought," He hummed, holding you by your shoulders until your back fell against the bed, looming over your form. "You got to fill out your little fantasies, now its time to fill out mine."

Karl kissed you before you could say anything else. It continued for a moment before he cut it off, proceeding to pepper kisses down your neck and chest, paying quick attention to your breasts before trailing down your stomach. His beard lightly scratched along your skin the entire way, the man kneeling down in front of the bed to get towards his prize.

He spread you apart, leaving you to close your eyes out of quiet nervousness as he glared at your flower, perfectly glistening for him.

He closed the short distance, his tongue gliding along your entire pussy in one long swipe. The new contact was more than enough to make you whine at the sensation, making the man smile against your skin. He repeated the motion a second time, the tip of his tongue spending extra seconds on your clit, making your knees raise slightly as a small mew came from you.

Any hints at being gentle were banished as he started to eat you out like a starved man. His hands pinned your thighs in place, preventing you from closing them around his head, although the idea of it wasn't a bad one. His dexterous tongue left nothing untouched, licking against your clit repeatedly and sliding inside you, fucking you with his tongue alone. His facial hair even added a prickling sensation that only added onto the pleasure, intensifying even more when he brought his lips around your clit, suckling hard.

Your hips bucked against his mouth, your fingers tightly gripping your blankets as the sounds you made reached various broken octaves. This man didn't let up, even bringing two of his fingers inside you, curling upwards in a way that had your back arching almost instantly.

This was something Karl wanted for a long time: To be in complete control of your body and give you the ultimate sensation that any human would want, pure pleasure. He could take you to that state of euphoria, and do it over and over if he wanted to. Right now, he really wanted to take you there.

"C'mon," He muttered against you, making you raise your head to stare at him with half-lidded eyes. "Come for me babygirl."

His lips returned to sucking your clit again with a perfect thrust of his fingers, the built up pleasure snapping in your lower abdomen almost instantly. The hot white delicious relief spread throughout your body like a scorching wildfire, making you cry out while covering your mouth with your fingers to prevent being so loud, but it did little to nothing. Your other hand found itself tugging at Karl's hair, fingers tangling in his silvery locks as your hips rocked against his mouth, the man sucking every drop from your core for all it was worth.

"There you go sweetheart," He cooed when you settled down from the high, feeling the man kiss the inside of your thighs. He bit your skin a little at first, making you give an almost breathless giggle at what you believed was a tease.

His sharp teeth popped the skin of your inner thigh when he bit down again, your warm blood flooding his lips as he instantly sucked the wound, making you gasp and writhe from the pain. His hands secured your hips from thrashing away, your hand tugging at his hair as his tongue repeatedly brushed over your inflicted wound. You grew so focused over the panic, you got caught off guard when his fingers returned towards your folds again. You haven't fully recovered from your first orgasm, the sensation of his fingers making you whine much more louder than you wanted to.

"K-Karl," You gasped out, attempting to push his head away with your hand. "Karl stop! I can't-"

The man refused the push, emitting a low growl from deep in his throat that almost scared you, making you move your hand away from his head. His nails started digging into your skin, leaving angry red trails as his mouth abandoned your bite wound, quickly returning to your pussy without a second thought.

Your next orgasm felt forced, the pleasure more intensified with the stinging pain of overstimulation. It made you buck your hips against his mouth, your hands pulling against your sheets so hard you'd fear they would rip.

Karl removed his mouth as you came back down, giving your wound a final wipe of his tongue before chuckling.

"Now I know why these monsters insist on keepin' you, Everything about you is so sweet." He looked up at you almost glowing, feral eyes and a broad smile on his face, completely ignoring the fact that he bit you just to taste your blood and prove his point.

''And you call me a freak," You breathed out, watching as he stood up from the ground, pulling you closer to him by your legs. He scooped you up in his arms, proceeding to climb up in bed before laying you back down, your head nestled against your pillows.

"We're all freaks," He countered, looming over you as he undid his belt, "But you and I, We're both hand in hand in this twisted freak show."

He pushed inside you slowly, not stopping until he was buried to the hilt. To your overstimulated form, you couldn't help but feel a bit of pain while squeezing around his length. But like he had said before, or similar to his words, pain mixed with just the right amount of pleasure was an incredible sensation to feel.

Words were getting lost to your mind when he thrusted more into you, burying deeper and deeper into your core. His weight against you had you feeling caged underneath, his distinct scent filling your senses to the brim. You could've cared less if the world ended then and there, the pleasure growing quickly drowning out everything else that didn't matter, only you and him.

His pace quickened considerably, the sounds of skin slapping against skin mixed with your indescribable moans echoed through your entire room, sounding like music in Karl's ears. Your were a gorgeous sight to behold, your skin glistening with a thin layer of sweat, your breasts bouncing with every thrust, your eyes half open with pupils full blown out, clouded in pleasure. He felt your hands plastered along his back, leaving harsh scratches along his skin that provided him his own share of mixed pleasure and pain.

His hand found your jaw again, keeping a tight hold as you joined him in a rough, heated kiss. The taste of tobacco, your blood and your essence was a peculiar combination you never believed you'd ever get a chance to taste, but you weren't in the right mindset to complain, instead you moaned to indulge.

The tighter you clenched around him let him know you were close, forcing him to slow the pace he set, only to compensate for more hard, brutal thrusts. The bruising force of his hips sent you over the edge, your back arching off the bed to push against his chest as a muffled cry came from you, Karl keeping the kiss secured as his arm slipped under you, pulling you up from the bed while swallowing your cries.

He sat up in a kneeling position, both arms secured around your waist as he continued bucking his hips hard, chasing his own release as you were in the middle of yours.

He reached up to hold the back of your head, fingers grabbing a fistful of your hair. Your arms draped over his shoulders, locking your hands as you whined against his shoulder, your eyes open as you stared straight towards your gold lined mirror, seeing the way his muscles flexed with your red claw marks brightening the tan skin on his scarred back. His head rested in the crook of your neck, hearing him emit another dangerously low growl as he thrusts faltered, flooding your insides with a potent, hot warmth. Your shuddered against him, riding out both of your highs as you both held onto each other, completely breathless.

Karl's hand cradled the back of your head, both of your tired forms sitting in a comfortable silence. The longer the two of you stayed this way, the more exhaustion wrapped its thick tendrils around their victims. He laid you down, resting your head on your pillow. You almost refused to let him go, looking up at him with half lidded eyes no longer filled with lust, being completely replaced with a different emotion you were scared to voice, but Karl knew right away.

The man was screwed, because the way you looked at him was the same way he looked back at you.

Scrapyard

Since there seemed to be a severe lack of people writing for this dude, I took it upon myself to write at least a little something. Sorry for the glitchy gif its the only one of him Tumblr provided lmao

WARNINGS: yandere Karl Heisenberg, mentioned body mutilation, mentions of extreme violence and gore, cursing, no actual nsfw but allusions to nsfw, injured and traumatized reader, afab! reader

“Can’t believe the bitch’s cow has strayed so far from the meadow.” The low and grumbly voice of one of the lords interrupted your focus on keeping quiet. You covered your mouth and hid even further back into the small space beneath the desk, even though you’d definitely just been adressed directly. “What? You didn’t like the taste of grass anymore?”

The desk that was covering you flew up into the air, making you cover your head in an attempt to defend yourself. You felt someone kneel in front of you, and with shaky breath you eventually opened your eyes.

Heisenberg was looking down at you with a wide and toothy grin. Both his hat and glasses obscured your view of his eyes, but you didn’t need to see them in order to feel the cruel gaze he pressed on your skin. In his left hand, he was holding the handle of his hammer, and for a moment, you imagined the way he would slam it down on your head, splattering your contents across the dirty factory floor.

“Don’t whimper like that.” He warned as he lifted himself up, kicking you so you’d stand up too. “I’m not going to kill you if you listen to me.”

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Aphrodisiac Induced Reader + The Brothers

A/N: The brothers!! I hope yall enjoy!! Aphrodisiac induced is always a fun thing to play with. The brothers,, my beloved

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You really should have known better than to take food that was offered by Beel. You know that he has the right intentions in mind- that him sharing food is a miracle of itself and rejecting him would have his brows furrowed and lips pursed into a pout- but he’s also gluttony. He can eat whatever he wants and as much as he wants without so much of a stomach ache. You, on the other hand, cannot. You should have seen this coming when the cupcake you bite into filled your mouth with such an indescribable sweetness that it made your teeth ache, the flavor otherworldly and leaving you hungry for me, taking greedy bites out of the cutely decorated pastry. There was a sharp pang in your stomach, your body on fire and sex dripping with every nudge that your body made.

You couldn’t be alone right now- or maybe you should have been left alone, maybe that would have saved you from humiliation of your dripping arousal that was leaking past your slit. You’re quick to rise, standing on shaky legs, curled over as your cheeks burn, sweat beading against your skin, only worsening the sensitive state that you are in. It’s fast-acting, making your breaths come out in heated gasps, and everything just feels a bit too much, just too good for it to be normal. An aphrodisiac- a strong one that is making you impossibly aroused. You suck in a sharp breath and go to the person who you know will treat you right.

Lucifer:

Lucifer is a gentleman- most of the time at least. But during your time of need he is perfect to go to. He’ll allow you- or more like insist- that you stay in his office until the aphrodisiac’s effects have passed. You’ll lay on the couch, face buried into a throw pillow while the other one is between your legs. Shame has long been gone since you’ve entered his domain, his eyes never really leaving your shaky frame. When you moan his name, he stiffens, the pen in his hand is held tighter but he still rises, walking towards you in concern. He’ll sit beside you, let his hand curve over your forehead, feeling the heat go through his glove.

He clears his throat, pulling his hand away, and there’s this heavy look on your face, the pillow squeezed tight between your legs, the pillow under your head has faint imprints of your teeth. He’ll avoid touching you, pulling his hand away from you and walking briskly to his desk chair. He can hear your steps across the floor, the way you gasp his name and seem to rub your thighs together for any sort of friction. He won’t spare you a glance, eyes focused on the paperwork in front of him. Underneath the desk, his leg jolts as you snake your arms around his shoulders, your lips wet as they touch his neck.

There isn’t enough time in the day and night for him to focus on his work and on your growing needs that are starting to mark everything in his office. Black ink scratches along the pape, the letters growing shaky as you snake your way onto him. He’s actually startled when you situate yourself on his lap, your sex pressed against his erection. He’s surprised by your sudden confidence but writes it off due to the effects of the aphrodisiac. You’re above him, arms snaked once more on his shoulders and you play with the hair that rests on the nape of his neck.

The feeling of shame is not foreign to the Avatar of Pride but even then, letting you know that he is indeed aroused given the situation does bring a bit of heat to his body. His hands find their way to hold onto your hips, trying to ignore the way that you have begun to grind against his. But there is work to do and despite the growing need to pleasure both you and himself, he displaces you, ignoring the way that you call his name and can’t seem to stop touching him.

The only way to gain his attention that you desperately long for is to push him away, the wheels locking against an edge of the floor and you bend yourself over the desk. Lucifer wants to throw you out so you can be another’s problem but you pull your bottom layer off, your fingers searching inside your leaking hole and pride starts to fuel him. You touch yourself in front of him, beg for him to touch you- of course you would. Slender hands come to touch your body, and you’re already leaking onto the floor, thick, sweet arousal staining the very room that he allowed you to enter. His cock is against you, rimming around your entrance, hearing your cries and please for him to simply fuck you but you did cause him to become distracted from very important work and he is going to punish you for that.

Mammon:

Of course you’d go to him. He is your first after all, why wouldn’t you go to The Great Mammon? But wow, he was over his head when you came knocking at his door. Always eager to see and spend time with you, he allows you to enter without seeing the state you’re in. You stagger into his room, holding his hand and stumbling into him and it’s only then that he can smell the sweet, lingering aroma in the air. He wants to believe you’re just trying a new perfume and now it's made you sick, but it’s worse than that when the hand you’re holding moves to your chest. He can feel your rapid heartbeat, the way your body is in flames that can rival hellfire itself, the pained cry of his name as you try to pinch your legs together in the awkward embrace.

Frozen for a moment, Mammon completely blanks on what to do. He can feel your pain, the aching need in your entire body that makes you feel as if you’re going to combust into flames. He doesn’t know whether to touch you or not. But then you cry his name- sobbing it out in broken syllabus and you cry that it hurts and you think you might die and you're in his arms. Your hold on him tightens and he thinks he can leave you to be- let you wait out the excruciating pain in his room until the feeling fades and just thank him with attention or material objects later. He fails to consider that he is weak to you and when you look at him with teary eyes, he falters.

He stutters in his explanation, talking about how he can maybe go out and get you a toy or something- and he promises to be quick, he is the fastest after all. But then the thought lingers and he imagines your sex stretched with some toy that he chose, and his body jerks. Your vision is growing blurrier by the second and the hold on his hand tightens until your knuckles pale. You pull on him, thanking whatever God is watching down on you, that the door to the prized car he keeps in is open. Even he’s unable to know what is going on until you push him inside, crawling onto the back seat, calling his name and begging for him to join you.

In such a closed space, the Avatar of Greed is trying desperately to avoid touching you. He stays seated in the front seat, fingers drumming along the steering wheel. He cares for the car deeply- one of the few things that gives him freedom that is indescribable and yet, here you are. Your sex is leaking, your cries echoing across the closed space and what is music to his ears in his dreams is now a horrible reminder that you are seated behind him, victim to an aphrodisiac. He needs an excuse to touch you, needs to just feel you for a moment and when you threaten to stain the flawless leather seats with your slick, it’s enough for him to crawl to the back seat.

He never realized how crowded it was, how his elbows and knees tend to knock into things. He doesn’t notice how you’ve kicked your shorts off, how your underwear has become dark in color to your dripping sex. You kiss him, and Mammon is weak to you. His hands are on you, the scent overpowering and he promises to keep the touching to a minimum to only touch what you’ll let him touch and kiss where you want him to. But you’re huffing, grabbing onto him and trying to meet his crotch. The windows grow foggy, the car begins to creak but neither of you pay it any mind. It’s cramped and you’re too close but not close enough, you ache to be closer to him, to have him pressed against you until all you can remember is the way that his chest feels against your skin, the warmth of him, and the way his kisses are so tender and feverish all at once.

Leviathan:

Leviathan refuses to make eye contact with you. He won’t even address you. He sits on his desk chair, playing a game that doesn’t need half of the attention he usually gives. You rest inside his bathtub, curled over he presumes, whining and mumbling something that sounds like his name but he can't be so sure nor does he expect you to mumble his name in your current state. But as much as he wants to drown you out, he can’t. You’re too whiny, crying and begging for a solution, peeling your shirt off because it’s too hot. He reasons that’s because of the aphrodisiac because his room is always kept to a cool temperature. So now, he has you topless in his bathtub and the only proof is your shirt that was tossed where he sits and the reflection above, portraying a teasing, blurry image of your torso.

It’s possibly the worst situation for the poor, introverted demon. He finally has you all to himself and you’re in such a needy state and the plot is so close to a top tier hentai of his- Help! My Friend Took a Drug and Now They Won’t Stop Grinding on Me But I Also Don’t Want Them To Stop. But You came to him, you trusted that he would watch over you and whether it was because he kept his room so guarded or because you trust him, he really doesn’t know which. It’s just too muddled for him to believe that you would actively choose him. So, he does what he does best- he immerses himself in a game. The cutest game that he could think of- one that even if he grew and remained hard would make him feel more like a degenerate than he already does. He puts his headphones on and as if everything is trying to punish him, the loading screen takes forever.

The soundtrack plays loud, booming in his headset and effectively drowning you out. But he knows you’re still crying for him- that you're still in the same room with him. The perverted otuka glances up where he can see your reflection and he catches a glimpse of your hands cupping the swell of your chest and his face burns. Had you caught him peeking before? Was this a way for you to play with yourself without actively touching yourself? He can feel his growing arousal, translucent pre-ejaculate spilling past his slit and staining his boxers. It’s humiliating and he hates that the idea of you touching yourself in his room is more than enough for him to get in the mood.

He’s ignoring you- the only way that he can hopefully soften without actually creaming his pants. He avoids your reflection, ignores how your hands grip the curve of the tub until your knuckles pale, how you swing a leg over and it meets the hard layer of the bath, and for a moment, you still. He’s ignoring your decision to remove yourself from the place he rests and staggering to him. When he feels your hands on his thighs, he startles and the game minimizes into a small box. Unaware of what to do in this situation, he freezes, letting his body tense as you crawl onto his lap, your eyes heavy with lust and body feeling so warm above him that he’s unable to breathe.

His breathing is ragged, his hands stopping on the curve of your bum, as he’s unable to look anywhere else but your face. You’re flushed, gripping onto him, your tongue out as you pant and you’re so desperate for his attention that you lean close. His hands raise in an attempt to push you off but as if it were a cliché moment, his hands curve over your chest and you whimper his name at the simple touch. The third born should have been careful, he shouldn’t have let you grind against him and he surely shouldn’t have let himself becomes distracted by a kiss and yet, here he is, undressing himself as you greedily slide yourself onto his cock, your face scrunching up as every scale is pushed further into your aching hole. Leviathan is holding you close, the computer screen dimming as your can fill him spill inside of you.

Satan:

Eager to learn, he knows the effects of what an aphrodisiac can do to a being. So when you come knocking at Satan’s door, begging for refuge, leaning against him and gripping at his shirt, he pats your hand, and welcomes you inside. He allows you to rest on his bed, letting you bury yourself under his blankets. Perhaps it wasn’t the best idea for either of you- you’re inhaling his scent during a time of desperate need, and soon when the effects wear off, he’ll be left in a bed that is drenched in your scent. That, however, is a problem for another day.

In order to keep his mind and hands busy, he’ll finally organize his room. He’s able to ignore your whining, the way that you shiver under the covers and bury yourself into his pillow, how you spread your legs so they are uncovered by the blanket; he ignores the sweet scent of your arousal that fills the room and his lungs. He holds his breath, taking few, deep breaths every now and then to avoid inhaling too much of you. You’re whining, talking through the pillow about how it hurts and you just need something- and doesn’t he have a spell he can use to just rid you of at least a tiny bit of it.

It’s the growing arousal of himself and your constant whining that edges him closer to annoyance. He holds books tight in his hand, orders them by author and published years, height and volumes, but it isn’t enough to drown you out. He regrets letting you enter his room but in the same second, he regrets having the thought. He’s happy that you came to him, trusted him enough to see you in a disheveled state. He doesn’t want to scare you off or make you feel unwanted, so he edges closer to you, tugging on the bottom of his shirt as if he were a nervous boy instead of a grown demon. The bed creaks under his weight and your hand latches onto his thigh. He jerks his leg, your hand only squeezing tighter and when he makes eye contact, your eyes are filled with tears, glistening and catching on your lashes like fresh dew.

You’re aroused, deeply and sweetly. It's a nervous thing to be attracted to someone like you, a demon that has been round and born with blood and wrath etched deep into soul and yet here he is, nervous to even touch your trembling hand. He knows the effects of something as strong as an aphrodisiac and for a demon made one, there is no real spell for it. He lets you lay on his lap, your mouth close to his sex, eyes lidded and holding tight to his hand. His control is fading, his growing need pushing past logical thought. He offers himself, and you rise quickly, already straddling his lap, your chest pressed against his, asking if it is okay. A cold shiver runs through his spine and he nods, offering that he’ll take care of you.

The trembling, nervous demon fades just as quick as it came when your lips are on his. You kiss him, need so transparent that he’s teasing, pulling away, letting your back meet the bed. His smile is sharp, leaning to kiss your pursed lips, grabbing your leg and pulling it upwards, mumbling praise under his breath when you hook your leg around his waist. Satan is heavy when above you, and maybe it’s the aphrodisiac that still lingers on your tongue, but he is unwilling to move away from you, kissing you and hooking his fingers in your mouth when you moan. You’re needy and he wants to hear you beg for him, calling his name. He cups your face with spit coated fingers, asking you to be good for him and mew for him.

Asmodeus:

As the Avatar of Lust, Asmodeus immediately knew something was off in the house when he felt lust in the air. It’s sweet. Intoxicating and bitter all at once. It’s like the sweetest honey known to mankind and he knows the feeling well enough to open his door before you have the thought to knock. He welcomes you into his room, letting you rest on the bed, a small part of him on the inside crinkling when you ruffle the sheets. But, of course, he knows this isn’t you- you would never be so careless. It’s all because of the aphrodisiac making your movements more frantic.

He knows the cure to end it- sex, plain and simple. Masturbation might help but he fears your hand will become sore. Always eager to have somebody in bed with him- out of his own sin and own need for company- he offers you two choices. You can borrow a toy- new, still in the box and all- or he could take care of you. Perhaps he shouldn’t have offered the second option, he knew how excited you were to simply enter a room with another living being but he couldn’t help himself. You look absolutely adorable with your flustered face.

A kiss from the living Avatar of Lust is better than any pleasure that you’ve ever received. And he knows it. You moan under him, your body shaking and eyes rolling to the back of your head, clawing at the shirt on his back. He smiles into the kiss. So eager to be taken care of that a simple kiss was enough to make you climax, your arousal dripping onto your underwear, so heavy in the air, that he pulls away as he feels your breaths start to shorten due to lack of air. But even as he pulls away, you still reach to pepper him with kisses, your breathing reggae against his face, gasping for breath with every parting kiss.

Your hands are on him, eager to pull him into another kiss. You want him and it’s evident from the way that you don’t push away when he removes his clothing. But, he stops for a moment, watching your gaze on him, wide and dazed and you stare at him as if he was something more than just a demon, you give him your worship and you pull him into another kiss. He stiffens, pulling away and asking if this is what you want, touching your bare skin only to flinch away as if it burned him. And when your lips are on him, your smile returns for a moment, telling him that you came to him because you knew he would tend to you in any way, and he melts.

His lips return to yours, kissing you eagerly, wanting nothing more than to just keep his lips on you. And as last time, you shudder beneath him, another orgasm washing through your body, your release spilling pass your slit. Limps entangle with each other and you cry the name Asmodeus, moaning it as if it were the only thing on your mind, sobbing under him and telling him how good it feels. You pet his head and let him bury his face into our chest, peppering kisses until he reaches your neck. His eyes close, an unexpected climax teases at him, as you pull him closer to your aching body. Every sigh from you in a gentle gust of wind, every cry a song that not even choir from the Celestial Realm can rival. He pushes deep inside of you, letting you feel every curve and texture from his cock as it molds your leaking hole into his shape.

Beelzebub:

Beelzebub feels incredibly guilty when you come to him, his shirt knotted in your hands as you explain what you ate. He blames himself, going to hold you only to flinch when you hiss and pull yourself closer to him. It’s an aphrodisiac, he should have known that you’ll be more sensitive to touch during this time. He apologizes as he leads you to his bed, shaking his head and holding your hand. He’s gluttony- he should have been able to smell the scent of an aphrodisiac.

Of course, he’ll let you hide in his room until the effects wear off. He won’t make a single peep but it’s difficult for him. His clothes are sticking to him, his body is in an odd sticky situation where sex clings to him clothes and skin. He knows the effects of the aphrodisiac but he feels guilty for giving it to you so when you cling to him, begging for him to not let go of you, he sighs and stays beside you. He’s stiff, unwilling to move and can only let out a shaky breath, when you press yourself closer to him, hooking a leg over his and curling it over. He can feel your sex- hot and pulsing and he leaves ripped bedsheets as his hand curls into the comforter.

He’s rubbing your back, letting his fingers drum against your spine as he hears your panted breaths. He knows he should stop, that he should at least go and take a shower so he can at least smell good but you hold a tight grip on him. You’re feverish, burning against him and he can tell you want more, your lips open up and kiss along the side of his ribcage but he can’t move.

It’s getting too much- even for him. He doesn’t want to take advantage of this needy state that you’re in but as he rises with a feeble explanation that he’s going to take a shower, you pull him down. He’s above you, your eyes watery and cheating rising and falling with heavy breaths. He can’t kiss you but you’re leaning closer, your lips brushing against his and he can smell the aphrodisiac that still rests like heaven on your tongue. You don’t blame him for the accident slip, you’re just begging for him to take care of you, letting your hand rest over the swell of his breast and he’s growing weaker by the second.

When your lips are on his, your tongue slipping past your lips, Beelzebub can taste the aphrodisiac and he’s melting. His tongue has made its home on your mouth, curving over your pink muscle and feeling the way you shudder beneath him. His name is muted by the kiss, your hands clawing at his clothing and he’s sweaty and aroused, watching you as you strip yourself of your clothes. The lovely pastry that still lingers isn’t enough for him to go into a full rut, but it’s enough for him to bend your legs to your chest, your hole pulsing as his cock aligns to it. The way that you call his name is enough for him to push himself fully into you.

Belphegor:

Belphegor is asleep under the covers, pillow tucked under his head and he does not awaken to your scent growing closer and closer, heavier and sweeter than usual. He doesn’t awaken when the doorknob wiggles, a frantic turning but he does awaken when you slam the door. He is startled awake, his eyes wide for a second before narrowing, teeth flashing as he lets out a low growl. He stops when he notices it's you, yawning and telling you to get into bed with him. It’s only until you’re beside him, greedily taking the invitation, that he realizes the state you’re in.

He has to prod you until you tell him what’s happened, watching as you bury your face into a pillow, whining out pathetically as you tell him what happened. He laughs, it’s sharp and teasing. Of course, you took an aphrodisiac by accident. It could only happen to you. He tries to be sympathetic with you. He knows you must be in a great deal of pain, but then again you came to him and that makes him stay awake for a bit longer, turning over on his side and watching you struggle to not touch yourself despite the aroma of your arousal that is thick in the room.

Sloth offers to put you under a deep sleep- he can’t promise that you’ll be still- but he can promise that you’ll wake up without the effects of the aphrodisiac. When you refuse, he merely shrugs, turning over with a pout. He’s disappointed but he can’t do much. He does tell you that he is tired, so he’ll be sleeping but you’re allowed to spend the rest of your heightened arousal in the attic with him. The power of an aphrodisiac- one made a devil no less- is strong, and giving it you in even worse. He can sense the neediness in you, the way you watch him with lustful eyes, your mouth parted the eagerness to get into bed with him.

As promised, he slips off into a sleep, leaving you alone. But your body is on his, legs parted with his single leg. He isn’t asleep long enough for him to be in an actual slumber before he feels the bed move ever so slightly. It’s constant and your whining, mumbling apologies and he opens his eyes to find you humping his leg. It’s pathetic and hot all at once, watching you get off on his leg alone, so desperate for release that you’ve succumbed to humping him. His smile is tight, turning over and letting his tail curl around you, the static in the air only causing you to arch your back when his demon form pops out. It pricks against your wrists, the fur unkempt as he rises above you.

You wanted his attention and now you’ve gotten it. You’ve woken him up from nap, it’s normal and expected for him to be grouchy but thank goodness that the smell from your leaking sex is more arousing that anything else he’s encountered. You’re on your knees on the mattress, his hips meeting yours and letting out a loud grunt when he finishes. He’s tired and over it but his cock still stands upright and you’re still needy and awake, your sex leaking with his arousal. Belphegor will lay on his back, offer himself in his sleep to you until you’re content. The last coherent thought he has is sighing at how warm and squishy you feel against him.

Daily reminder;

Your anime boyfriend is a sadist and would purposely push your head down while you’re sucking him off solely because he enjoys hearing you gag on his fat cock and seeing your eyes well up with tears as they roll down your flushed cheeks with spit dribbling down your chin.

Thanks for coming to my Ted talk

Omg on that anons ask about Zashi walking in on reader n Shou WOOOOF. I would be like yeah you can stay and watch .... but no touchy. Omg I get off on that sm. Let him see Daddyzawa in action 🥵

Exhibitionist Aizawa and Reader x Hizashi? 

FUUUUUUUUUUCK YOU ANON LDASJFL;J 

Warnings: Exhibitionism, shy (lol) reader. 

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“Oh, shi- SORRY!” Hizashi’s horror and embarrassment were beyond measure as he stumbled in the doorway. It took him a moment to fully register the scene before him; just a blur of skin and hair and twisting sheets. 

Shouta’s lithe, flushed body rocked skillfully against your own, muffled moans escaping you with every roll of his hips. His hand may have kept you quiet, but that didn't’ stop your nails from scratching deep marks along his muscled flesh.

Shouta chuckled, unphased by his roommate’s interruption. With a devious grin, he examined you, expression practically dripping with satisfaction and arrogance.

“Happy now?”

Heat blossomed across your cheeks, but you confirmed with a quick nod before shielding your face from view. He kissed your forehead tenderly before confronting the ‘intruder.’

Deer in the headlights didn’t quite capture poor Hizashi’s expression. The hero stood in the doorway, dumbstruck, eyes wide and jaw slack as panicked squeaks escaped him.

“Exhibitionist.” Shouta shrugged, offering nothing more in the way of explanation.

Hizashi let out the breath he’d been holding as he collapsed against the doorframe, “Oooooh! Oh, thank God.” 

After a beat, a playful smirk split his face and his attention turned to you. “You want me to watch, sweet thing? I’d pay any price to see that show-”

You whined, rolling your head off to the side and squealing into Shouta’s bicep. Giddiness and excitement had you squirming, but strong arms caged you in, keeping you safe and captive as you worked through your bashful mumbling. 

“Ohoho, you do.” Shouta purred, bringing up a hand to move yours away. “Is that what you want, baby girl? You want him to watch?” 

It didn’t take much thought. You muttered a quiet ‘yes,’ earning you a breathy chuckle. He found it cute how you could be so shy and slutty at the same time.

“That’s fucking sexy.” he determined, looking to Hizashi with brow cocked, “Alright, watch and learn, but keep your mouth shut.”

“Oh please, I’m nothing if not a gentleman.” Hizashi pulled out the chair previously tucked beneath Shouta’s desk, spinning it to rest his arms on the back as he sat. “Show me what you got.”

His voice dropped a spine-tingling octave and you shivered as he added, “And you, little listener...” You peeked through your hands to see him, in all his rockstar glory, peering at you with those entrancing emerald eyes, “be nice and loud for me.” 

Hey! Would you like to write something for mori and his female s/o with bondage? A scenario would be amazing! Maybe was sie trying to tease him the whole day!

➽─{uwu i would love to ~ the doctor is in ❤️☠️}─❥

warning(s): nsfw, bdsm, oral (receiving)

You’re restless, hungry, agitated on the lookout for slick black hair and white wrist-length gloves. A group of young mafiosos pass you, all eyes cautiously averted. Pleased, you relish in your hastily planned attire: one of Mori’s white button-ups, and not much else underneath. If anyone was caught leering at the boss’s plaything, they would surely be punished––though the word “punishment” barely even begins to describe it.

Sighing as you round another dead end, you ponder your options. Either wait in Mori’s office, or try the room you saved for last. It’s the one place you’d normally have the good sense to steer clear of, but your desperation is reaching new heights. Waiting is simply out of the question. You make a beeline for the main meeting room, as you’ve passed it dozens of times by now.

Oversized walnut doors loom over you as you stand outside of your final destination. The voices inside are dampened, but not muted; the room is soundproofed, but not completely. When you reach out to grab the handle, the heft of the door resists your pull as if asking, “are you sure about this?” You prop it open anyway, just wide enough to slip through, grazing the polished wood as you enter.

Inside, a pack of mobsters surround a long rectangular table, at the end of which your lover eyes you calmly––but is that a hint of a disapproval you see? Many heads turn towards you, but few linger. The most daring of the group shoot quizzical looks at Mori, but his expression reveals little to nothing. Back bathed in sunlight, face hidden in shadow, he continues to lead the discussion as if nothing peculiar is happening. A professional as always. Your visit is largely ignored.

You maintain your gaze as he talks shop, but you bore instantly. Twirling your hair and nibbling your lips from across the room hardly evokes the reaction you came to spark. Though he never takes his eyes off of you, he otherwise acts as if you aren’t there. No choice but to get closer.

Grabbing the nearest chair, you walk Mori’s way as his eyes narrow, still focused on you. Your gait is as unwavering as you can manage in front of a criminal syndicate. Some of the executive board shift uncomfortably in their seats, and as you near the windows, Mori realizes why. You prop your chair up next to him, leaning into his ear:

“I just thought you should know that I’m dripping wet.”

The boss of the Port Mafia is the very last to get a clear view of your bare thighs, their innermost surfaces gleaming in nature’s lube. He simply nods his head, trying his best to maintain the illusion of control––but when you sit yourself down, putting your hands on his legs, he immediately cuts his losses.

“We’ll stop here for today. This meeting is adjourned until further notice,” his voice booms, teetering on the edge of annoyance. Good; you want him just as worked up as you are.

As the last of the Mafia members filter out, not so heedless as to glance back, Mori turns to face you. Hands fumbling with his clothes, he folds his trench coat over his chair and slips something out of its pockets. Its metallic glint threatens to blind you with natural light. When your senses adjust, you realize it’s a pair of handcuffs, but not before a loud clinking reaches your ears. Your hands––they’re locked together now, cuffs fastened shut behind your back.

“Rintaro?” you protest, but your voice falls upon deaf ears. He hoists you up by the waist and sets you on the meeting table, eyes undressing your already scantily dressed form. You smirk. “You like?”

“I like?” he says back, mockingly. “Such a disobedient, troublesome girl like you? I wonder about that.” Gloved fingers unbutton your (well, his) shirt, but your restraints prevent the garment from completely coming off. Starched fabric bunches at your wrists. The chains jingle behind you as you test your strength against the stainless steel, but not unnoticed by your lover.

Mori’s voice drops a notch: “I swiped them off of a police officer this morning. He was getting in the way of a business transaction, making my job very… difficult.” A certain iciness laces his words, sending shivers down your spine. “Perfect for a slut who doesn’t know her place, no?”

Hands awkwardly positioned, you struggle to keep yourself upright under his smoldering gaze. You’ve barely gotten comfortable when he starts to go down on you.

A small yelp escapes you as Mori greets your clit, spreading the wide of his tongue across it. His tongue flicks upwards as one, two fingers slide past your drenched slit, and you’re quick to realize that he hasn’t even bothered to take off his gloves. The silky fabric introduces an effortless glide to each Mori’s slow, drawn-out dips into your pulsing pussy. His fingers rock back and forth inside of you, continuously curling towards your g-spot with leisure. 

Just when you’re getting used to the rhythm, Mori’s tongue begins to rub circles upon your swollen clit. Your legs buckle beneath you when he pushes them back for easy access. It’s hard not to quiver under his hold, but it’s even harder not to let your voice out. Soft mewls overflow into melting moans. His methodical motions almost get you shaking when he suddenly stops, and you can’t help but whine in response.

The gloves come off, soaked through and through, and he moves to loosen his tie next. Your anticipation grows almost tangible as more and more clothing comes off, but he stops at his belt buckle, flashing a wicked smile at you.

“Now, now, don’t be like that. You wanna know what I do to loud and impatient girls?” Before you have a chance to answer, your lips are forced open, a thick cloth slipping between your teeth. His red scarf stuffs your mouth, restricting your breathing somewhat. You are virtually silenced, unable to speak properly. Muffled noises substitute your every word, something that obviously brings great pleasure to the sadistic doctor. 

“I make them take responsibility,” he continues, edge in his tone. He releases his bulging cock from black trousers, stroking it to your wide-eyed form. “It’s all your fault. Just look what you’ve done to me.” His free hand flutters at your waist, tracing your curves. You’re pulled from the table and bent over it, the cold metal cuffs cutting into your skin, certain to leave red marks. You feel the scarf tighten, pressing against your cheeks.

“If you want me to stop, you’ll have to scream.” Mori pauses to admire his handiwork, perhaps a beat too long.

“I wonder what sorts of sounds you’ll make when I use you..?”

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♠   title, type: mori as your s/o headcanons.

♠   character, fandom, type of reader: mori ogai, bungou stray dogs, gender neutral reader.

♠   genre, rating: fluff

♠   themes, triggers: none.

♠   author’s note: as requested here’s some fluffy headcanons of mori as you’re s/o ! please don’t hesitate to send in more requests, i think writing these up are so cute. 

- unlike fukuzawa, that keeps his work life and private life separate, mori is a bit more open with his. so is s/o most likely plays an active role in the port mafia. while they might not be an employee, they would be at the headquarters oftentimes alongside mori.

- everyone treats you with the same respect as they treat mori. they know damn well that if they disrespect you, they are basically disrespecting their boss. it may cause issues but considering you’re friendly with almost everyone in the port mafia it doesn’t pose as an issue.

- he’s fiercely protective over you and because of that he makes it known that you’re his s/o. since he isn’t afraid of showing affection, he will give you tons of physical affirmation in a public setting. he gives you kisses constantly (on the cheek, forehead, hands, etc)

- he likes when people look at you in awe but is quick to remind them that you belong to him. 

- mori is the type to pamper you. stressful day at work? he’ll draw you a bath to relax. he provides you with as much money you need for spa treatments, manicures, pedicures, etc.

- speaking of providing, he doesn’t hesitate to spend an entire paycheck on you. though he’s adamant on buying you beautiful clothes and expensive jewelry, he will hand over his credit card to you and say “go wild.” maybe you bring chuya along and buy him a new pair of heels.

- “gifts” range from expensive bouquets, ridiculously large stuffed animals, jewelry, handbags, etc. 

- i don’t think mori is the type to use pet names but he will use them sometimes to tease you. he enjoys saying your name. he says it cutely and with so much love.

- he brags about you to anyone he meets. he has a picture of you in his wallet, just you. and he doesn’t hesitate to share it with others. he hypes you up “aren’t they the most gorgeous person you’ve ever seen?” he probably has photos of you and him around his office.

- considering this man is extra as hell, i’m sure he commissioned a giant painting of you two and elise. its displayed in the main entryway of his office.

- part of you understands that elise plays a huge role in mori’s life. and you don’t want to get in between that, but you do make the effort to befriend elise. it’s difficult but he’s thrilled to see you take initiative.

- i do think mori is the type of man who enjoys being scolded. so he’ll intentionally do things to make you upset (little annoying things) when you do scold him he gives you those stupid pleading eyes.

- you’re always close to him because he likes that closeness. if you’re sitting in a chair too far, he’ll drag it closer. if you’re relaxing at home or even at work you take a seat on his lap. you admire his side profile as he works diligently. he blushes.

Yooooo that dark Mic anon might be onto smthn...u just know he’d get off to the thought of flipping up his favorite student’s skirt and bending her over his desk while she calls him Mr Yamada

The Mr. Yamada tho ♡♡♡♡

That makes my coochie flutter so much ♡♡♡♡♡

Hold on just a second. Just one itty bitty second. I just- I need to-

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He thinks about it more often than he should.

He likes to think that you think about it, too.

His favorite little student- so easily flustered and so very sweet, so eager for praise and such a good little girl that gives it all for her beloved teacher. You’re so fuckin’ cute- a real sweetheart- and, god, Yamada loves sweethearts- you’re his true weakness with your innocent face and shy smiles, your soft giggles and sparkling eyes. He loves you and he loves how good you look in your uniform. He loves how soft your thighs look and how hard you work to please him, how you savor his compliments with an eagerness that can’t be faked.

Such a good girl. So genuine. So pure.

He’d love to see the faces you make while grinding on his cock. He’d love to see how sweet you’d look with teary eyes dazed with pleasure and your lips trembling with anxious desire.

He’d love to bend you over his desk and flip your pleated skirt up, get a real good glimpse of your cotton panties.

You’d like it, he knows- you’d like the attention from your sensei and you’d like him teasing you over your wet little pussy and your soft, whiny gasps of “Mr. Yamada!” You’d like him eating your tiny little cunt and you’d like him stuffing you with his cock, making you cum and filling it up and fixing your pretty little panties. You’d like having to sit in your own come for the rest of the school day and you’d like whimpering and rubbing your thighs together, trying not to pant as you wait out the time until you can suck his cock like a good little student and let him fuck and fill you all over again.

A grunt leaves Yamada and he arches up into his fist, bites back a groan as he fucks his hand to the thought of his most favorite little student.

He gets so close to cumming thinking about your tight little peach of a cunt and he gets so close to getting off to your sweet whimpers and mewls as the thought of turning you into his darling little slut.

He gets so close but then-

The bell.

A snarl of a sigh leaves Yamada and he huffs to himself, stuffs his cock back into his pants and wipes his hand down his jacket. He pouts as students begin to file back into the classroom, but a small smile melts it away when he alights his eyes on you.

Yamada licks his lips as he watches you sit down, as he catches a flash of striped panties as you cross your legs.

Maybe he’ll keep you after class today...he knows you wouldn’t mind some one on one time with Mister Yamada.

Lips twitching with a smirk, Yamada picks up and his chalk and begins to teach.

◆D IS FOR DANGEROUS◆

warnings:spanking, fingering, dom/sub

Legs clothed in a pristine suit lazily spread on the sofa. Ebony eyes focused on the whiskey in the glass in his hand which he would occasionally gently shift, the tinkling noise of the ice cubes clicking together echoing throughout the quiet room. The only other sound being the slight shift of your legs as you adjusted your position quietly as possible, careful not to further anger the already furious occupier of the sofa. Inevitably, one of these shifts was just a decibel above the point of being unnoticeable to the raven-haired man and your naked form was suddenly fixed with a glare that made you squirm further.

"Didn't I tell you to sit still?" He calmly stated. It wasn't a question. It was a reminder of your failure to obey his command. He raised a single brow after a few moments had passed and no reply had come.

"Yes sir, you did." A quick rushed mumble from pouty lips that didn't want to release the sentence, the admittance to bad behaviour and worst of all disobedience. The words stung the mouth with the burning knowledge that an infraction had been committed by the repeat offender of the night.

A slow hum of approval accompanied by a nod came from Aizawa. A long, burning minute passed by as the tension seemed to swell in the room before a simple pat of his knee notified you that your punishment would officially begin now. It was reckoning time. Slightly sore limbs stretched themselves out as you stood from your kneeling position and went to perch on your judge, jury and executioner's knee. Charcoal eyes met yours for the first time since you had arrived at home and been ordered to strip and kneel. The rough yet comforting skin of his palm met your jaw as he clasped your face, holding your gaze to him.

"Do you know why you're being punished kitty?" His baritone voice questioned serenely. You nodded.

"Yes sir, I was naughty today." Your teeth sunk into your lower lip from the anticipation and nerves. Shota could sense your anxiety and moved his hand from your jaw to stroke your hair.

"Good kitty."He praised in a murmur, providing you with enough comfort to relax the nerves slightly. "And how were you naughty?" He continued. Voice firm and even.

You shifted slightly on his thigh as your face warmed with the memory of what you had done today. The way you had crept your hand up his thigh under the table. The way he could use just his eyes to say stop. The sound of a sharp inhale when your hand landed on his crotch and started palming. The tight grip he held your wrist in as he excused you both early from the pro-hero charity event you were attending, pulling you out in a brisk walk. The silent car ride back.

"I touched Sir inappropriately in public.." You finally responded meekly. Shota nodded, satisfied with your response.

"Bend over my lap." He ordered calmly. Your body acted without your command, and you were quickly layed over his clothed legs. His hand trailed from your bare calf to the curve of your back, occasionally squeezing or rubbing the flesh to prepare you for what was to come. You felt his touch dissappear and a moment later the stinging slap as his palm met your ass. A small whimper left your lips as the shock of the first one caught you off guard, before the burning sensation of your skin rose to the surface. You shifted slightly to relieve the pain, though the same hand that struck also rubbed the hot flesh to cool it. He continued with this pattern of smacking and rubbing until your ass was a pretty cherry colour, and you were squirming on his lap like a mouse that's been caught by a cat and wishes to escape. Small tears filled your eyes at the pain, though a different fluid was beginning to soak a patch on to Shota's pants. He chuckled softly as he rubbed your tender flesh, the last punishing smack having been dealt.

"I think you learned your lesson, kitten.." He declared as his slim fingers crept closer to your entrance. "Let's make my pretty kitty come now.." He purred as the first finger slipped into your slick walls, expertly finding your love-button and nudging it in just the right way he knew drove you wild.

After all, who knows a kitty better than her master?

Oh I just got hit so hard with Professor!Compress brainrot. Yes I’m still on my college au bullshit okay I know.  But I need to get it out of my head so here ya go:

18+ Minors DNI

Word Count: 1k

Pairing: Professor!Compress x Gender Neutral!reader

Warnings: professor/student dynamics, mild innocence kink, smut, alcohol mention, power dynamic play

He’s teaching in the theater department, or something similarly arts related. One of those weirdly eccentric profs who’s so painfully handsome despite how strange and unreadable he seems in classes.

Professor Sako would absolutely be the type to enjoy having a drink with some of the students he’s closer with, especially if they’re participating in some of the shows he directs or he’s helping advise them on their own thesis work. Genuinely really likes to listen when you info-dump about your favorite playwright/author/artists etc… He just finds it incredibly attractive to have intelligent conversation about your shared interests.

Also it gives him an excuse to see your face all lit up and so excited that your favorite award-winning prof is showing an interest in you.

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I actually think it's cool and sexy of humans to be so intrinsically social that we bond with fake people we will never meet like I think that's really cute and a side effect of a highly adaptive trait and not at all pathological