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if a hot evil villain tried to seduce me to the dark side i would simply say fuck yes

lucifer and satan competing to give mc the most pleasure? don’t worry if you don’t want to write it! 💖

This got SUPER long bur hey at least it has a plot?

Warning: NSFW, threesome

Dance of Flirtation (LUCIFER X F!READER X SATAN)

You're no stranger to the Lucifer-Satan feud, though you tried to stay out of it. 

Over the year of seeing and being around the two, you became especially close with Satan, staying mostly away from Lucifer due to his intimidating nature. 

On this trip to the castle, your purpose is to attend one of Diavolo's almost monthly balls and though you had nothing against the Devil himself and knew most of the brothers very well, it was a hassle attending balls with an angry jokester, aka Satan, who kept you from any potential dance partners while he has the time of his life with God knows how many other people because he just happens to be *that* popular. Very hypocritical, Satan, very hypocritical. 

You loved him nonetheless though and let him drag you along. 

Of course, you can't show up with Satan and not look stunning. As soon as your feet crossed over the entrance, all eyes were on you. Your red dress was freely flowing around you, your white mask accommodating your facial features, make up, and hairstyle. Speaking of, your hair was elegantly put together in a low braided bun, accessorized with diamonds and just the right amount of rubies to match the dress. Your white gloved hand was holding onto Satan's arm, which he so kindly offered. He, too, was dressed elegantly. His black suit was decorated with emeralds across the chest area, his deep green ball mask and wild hair making him an easy eye catcher for anyone. 

As soon as you've greeted the guests closest to the door, a waltz started to play and Satan, being the dancer that he tries to hide from everyone, took the opportunity to steal your first dance. He'd always do this. Steal your firsts, that is. He was your first hug, your first kiss, your first time… your first everything. And you regret nothing. 

The song picked up, making you circle your partner and laughing at his smug face. It was a dance of flirtation, or so the blond called it. Waltz's were to impress his lady, to woo her, to make her his. And thus, with a spin, you changed partners. 

To your surprise, you found yourself being spun into the open arms of none other than Lucifer, a very well known strategist, a duellist, and so called “Prince of Darkness”. You have to yet actually converse with the man outside of chores and formalities, but he was quite the eye catcher, though not easily approachable. You remember Satan warning you of him, saying, “he's unpredictable, fast, skilled. Just stay away from him, or do you want to be fooled?” The smirk that followed was ignored for obvious reasons and so was the shiver sent down your spine. 

But now you were in his arms. The musicians changed the song a few moments ago, their skilled fingers slowing from a fast waltz to an apathetic melody that lovingly caressed your ears and set your soul at ease. Yet, the strong voice of Lucifer brought you back, “ I see you every day, yet it seems like you avoid me on purpose. Tell me, why?” 

Looking up into his fiery red eyes, you let yourself be spun around by him, before being brought back into his firm figure, the steady hand on the small of your back making it clear he wasn't going to let you go after this song. “I'm… I'm not avoiding you… just.. You're kind of scary, Lucifer.” You finally responded, deciding that it was best to tell the truth, toward the man in front of you. However, the smug grin that graced his face as soon as his name left your lips was very well noted and made you feel smaller than you actually were. “oh? So you know of me. Reputations can be deceiving, (Y/N). You'd be surprised what you can find out about me.”

“I know of you, exactly, and that's enough to keep me away.” you spat back, a smirk gracing your face this time. 

Lucifer did anything but back down now. You threw a challenge at him and he's starting to take a liking to you. Not only were you stunning to look at, but you also did not bore him to death, and so far, he liked that. “I see you learned your things from none other than Satan. Yet I hope he does not influence your thinking too much. I'd hate for you to believe his lies and ruin you.”

At that, he dipped you and the song again changed, a melody you did not recognize and therefore did not know where to put your feet. Lucifer seemed to notice and seemingly, without effort, danced with you across the dance floor; for some odd comprehension, you let him. Trusting him in that moment, trusting his hands for guidance, and body for protection. You dared look up at him and for the first time that night, noticed his strong features. His strong jaw, his hair which rested elegantly around his face, much like Satan's.

The determination and hint of humor in his eyes, the furrow in his brow, and the soft smile playing on his lips. You took notice of the strong arm that was wrapped around your waist, the warm hand pressing against your lower back while the other one was intertwined with yours. The way your feet seemed to move effortlessly with his, the perfect pair the two of your made. 

He, too, took note of you. The way your hair gently fell around your face, the style sharpening your face. The look of pure adoration, yet confidence in your eyes. Your body felt so nice pressed against his and it was amazing to know you trusted him enough to just move you, no clear destination; just gliding across the ballroom. 

All of this, however, did not go unnoticed. The guests started to clear the dance floor to make room for the two of you. Lord Diavolo and Barbatos were whispering to each other from the first floor, saying “he never dances this much with the same person” and “has he just smiled?”, Both of them being completely stunned at what their friend is doing, so out of character. 

But Lord Diavolo and Barbatos are not the only ones to notice. Satan, too, has been watching the pair and he cannot help but feel a ping of jealousy when he sees the way Lucifer dances away with his partner. After all, he has come here with you, it is his arms you should reside in, he got the first dance, naturally, he had his eyes on you first, swearing he'd woo you before the end of the night.

Oh and he was doing so good. His jokes, his smile, his feather light touches on your soft skin luring you in deeper and deeper into his web of mischief, weren't it for that ratcatcher dancing with you now, he would have had you pressed up against him fully nude hours ago. Of course, the fact that his nemesis was dancing with the apple of his eye was nothing to hold him back and after downing his glass of wine, he wasted no minute to strut over to the pair.

Ironically, the music has just ended on a, in his opinion way too long, fermata, and allowed him to interrupt without causing too much of a scene. Yet. 

“My my Lucifer. Is this how you treat another man's mistress? Stealing? And here I thought you were a man of honor!” Satan dramatified, with a smile, and lazily wrapped his arms around your waist, just above where Lucifer's was still placed. The first born shot a death indulcing glance at the fourth born, warning him to not start anything at Diavolo's party. “Satan… whatever you talk of again. Last I knew, she has yet to be courted and if she so chooses to be, I doubt it would be with the likes of you.” Lucifer fired back, the annoyance evident in his tone. 

Satan laughed, too loud to be ignored by anyone around, “Lucifer..Lucifer…” he spoke, his other hand to creep up Lucifer's chest. The eldest did not appreciate the physical interaction shared between him and his brother. At all. And swiftly brushed his hand away with a smack. Again, Satan laughed as his eyes settled on him with a grin, swallowing his anger and covering it up with a playful tone “if anything, she had her eyes on me first.” It was true. You found Satan quite attractive. He was handsome, the Wild hair seemed to compliment his whole body, and the green eyes just accentuated his witty nature. His laugh was ridiculously contagious and his jokes, no matter how ridiculous, made your stomach hurt in the most wonderful ways. Even his anger was attractive. The gentle caresses shared between the two of you ever since your arrival in the Devildom were that of a hint of undenying physical attraction and you knew you had it bad, just as he knew he had you wrapped around his finger. But then you were, quite literally, spun into the arms of another man who's way too attractive for his own good. The mysterious, almost protective aura around him pulled you closer, emotionally, and it was no secret that charisma and charm were attracting you physically. 

“pause with your nonsense, Satan. Empty promises are not what this girl needs in her life.” The demon was obviously getting agitated by the blond's bizarre behavior and weren't it for the fact that this was Diavolo's party, he wouldve shut him up long ago. 

“Then why not let the girl decide?” The blind smirked, withdrawing his arm from around your waist only to cross it over his chest. His smirk remained as his head cocked to the side to look at you. “Well?”

Being thrown completely off guard, you  let your hands fall from Lucifer and thought for a moment. Either you stay on the spot and have the most embarrassing meltdown of your  life at Diavolo's party surrounded by people you hardly know, or you turn  on your heel right now and walk some other way. “No… you cannot just put me on the spot like that!” You decided on option two and politely bowed to the eldest and your best friend, “I thank you for the dances, Satan, Lucifer, but I'm not going to be in the middle of this.” you spoke, before turning on your heel and walking some unknown way, away from the main party. Granted, that wasn't the smartest idea. You had no idea about the lay out of the Castle and ended up in a seemingly random hallway, somewhere close yet far enough away from the main event. 

Leaning against the all, you let out a breath you didn't know you held. How could they put you on the spot like that? Even more so, how could two enticing young men be fighting for your attention at once? It was too much. You were used to some attention,but you weren't used to one of them coming up and indirectly challenging the other. 

Your thoughts were interrupted by none other than the blond's leaning against the wall merely inches from your being, “or I could just show you who you should leave with, (Y/N). “ You didn't need to look at him to recognize his teasing, but you looked up at him nonetheless. A sudden surge of confidence came back through you and you stood tall, proud, in front of the man, looking directly into his eyes. “and how are you planning on doing so, Satan?” You challenged. This made his smirk only grow wider as he pushed off the wall and nearly closed the space between your bodies. “well,” he spoke, raising his hands to get rid of the bothersome mask still covering his eyes, “I could always do this.” For a moment, you seemed to question what he meant but the look of utter confusion left you as soon as you felt his soft lips on yours and a gentle hand caressing your cheek. Your eyes fluttered close and you could not help but lean into him, one of your hands making its way up his chest and softly gripping the material of his ball outfit. A second hand pulled you flush against him, bodies touching, and you could feel the heat of his form on yours. 

You did not know when, but the next thing you knew were your tongues dancing a waltz of their own, hand still firm on your back to keep you against him, to keep you close as possible. It felt magical, it felt good, it felt right. You could tell by the way his tongue danced with yours that he was more than experienced and more than capable of making all your desires come true.

However, the fairytale moment lasted not too long, for another hand grabbed your shoulder from behind and you were pulled abruptly against a strong chest. Again, there was a hand sneaking around your waist to hold you in place. Judging by the outfit, or more so what you could view of it, you knew it to be Lucifer, the Prince of Darkness, coming to catch his prey. “Getting ahead of yourself, are you, Satan?” The man growled. It was low, and way too close to your ear to not do something to your body. 

You turned in his embrace to look at the other man and he simply smirked down at you, “my turn, love.” Was all he said before you found his lips on yours. The kiss was hard and full of passion, unlike Satan's which had been strong but playful. 

It was clear that Lucifer wasted no time in taking control of the situation, taking control of all yourself, holding you firm in place, telling your lips secrets which only the two of you would know. That was, at least, until you felt your hair being pushed away from your neck and soft kisses being plastered around your neck line. Soft kisses that send shivers down your spine and added with the soft touches of the younger man's hands, made your knees weak. 

Leaning back against Satan's figure, you broke the kiss with Lucifer to turn your head and capture Satan's lips in a heat enticing kiss, something that Lucifer took note of as he, surprisingly gently, Led the two into a nearby guest room. 

Before you knew it, you were laid on a bed, with two rather ravishing young men on either side of you. Satan, in the meantime had left your lips and took time to decorate your shoulders and chest with love bites. Your hand Tangled in his hair, creating an even wilder mess than twas before, all the while Lucifer had you pinned beneath him, introducing another battle of tongues with yours. As your hands found both of the men's chests, Satan released his mouth from your soft skin with a final kiss, only to unbutton and remove his top. You broke the kiss with Lucifer once more to turn your head and look at the blond.

His lips were swollen from the earlier make-out, his hair was even messier than usual thanks to your hand that ever so gently caressed and tugged through it, the shirt that once adorned his body was thrown carelessly somewhere in the room. Your sight travelled further south where the dent of his half hardened cock could be seen through his pants. Unknowingly licking your lips at the sight in front of you, you sat up to undo the silk laces of your dress in the back, only to find the older older already working on it, “trust me, dear, I found it just as annoying as you,” you could feel his hot breath on your neck, all the while skilled fingers fondled through the the lace of your dress and had undone it in no time.

You turned your head once more to catch Lucifer's face with the palm of your hand, admiring him from top to bottom. He, too, took his dress shirt off and was now kneeling in front of you half naked. You could not decide which man was more attractive; the raven haired gently caressing your breast and working on your undergarments as your hands fondled with the front of his pants, or the blonde, who had found the time to throw off the rest of his clothes and was now sitting in between your legs in all his naked glory all the while his soft lips left a trail of pecks up your thighs. 

Lust overcame you and you quickly undid the rest of the fiery eldest's clothes and threw them on the growing pile. The surprise of his size was even bigger now that you saw it in its full glory, his cock standing proudly against his lower  stomach. Lucifer smirked and captured your lips in another heated kiss, nippling and biting your bottom lip which caused a surprise gasp from you. The sudden flick of a tongue on your most private area made you all but moan into Lucifer's mouth, sending a signal straight to his lower region. Satan lowly moaned, loving the noises you made for him. He was determined to make you squirm. 

The demon's tongue found your wet folds and took a long lick up until reaching your clit. Pressing a kiss to the pink bud, he all but wrapped his mouth around it and sucked gently, earning a loud moan from you and your head being thrown back on the pillow. “Tell me, who makes you feel good, kitten?" You could hear the mockery in Satan's voice, but you did not care. 

Your hand found Lucifer's proud erection and gripped it tightly, earning a growl from him. “You… Satan..” you breathed out, loving the feeling of his tongue drawing patterns on your damp heat. Your hand skillfully followed Satan's tongue's rhythm, earning heavy breathing from Lucifer. The work your hand was doing on him felt better than what he had done to himself. The firm grip, the long strokes, it was thoroughly enticing. Although, if you're going to talk so good of the other, he needs to shove it down your throat to shut you up.

Satan could feel the need to have his cock touched, sucked, wrapped up, something. Friction. He needed friction. As much as he loved making you feel good with his tongue, he needed more. 

Adding a finger between your wet folds and into your dripping hole, he adored the sight he got. Your back arched into his finger, making it known that you needed it as much as he needed you. 

Your sexual desire was starting to overcome you and the need for dick became almost unbearable. 

Leaning closer the eldest, you grabbed his dick even tighter, pumping him faster as you placed a kiss to the tip of his erection. Lucifer's eyes shot down to you. His hand got tangled in your hair and gently pushed your head closer to his throbbing cock “suck.” It wasn't a question, it was a demand, which you happily obliged. Your mouth wrapped around his shaft, tongue swirling around his top. 

Lucifer's groans mixed with yours went straight to Satan's cock and made it unbearable to be anywhere but inside you. With a kiss to your inner thigh, he withdrew from your heat and slid up, placing kisses along your body as he did so until the head of his dick matched with the entrance to your heat. “I'll make you feel so good you know nothing but my name” was the last promise he whispered into your ear before pushing himself inside of you. 

You moaned around Lucifer's cock, sending shivers down both men's backs and signals to both their aching erections. Bucking his hips, Lucifer started to push your mouth further on him, no longer being able to handle the teasing on just his head, “just like that… little one.” He moaned out when you had all of him in you, surprisingly. His hand ended caressing your hair, encouraging you to keep doing what you're doing to him. 

Satan was getting lost inside of you. His thrusts started out slow and steady, but the louder you moaned, the faster he went. His dick was aching for him to pick up the pace, to fuck you into the mattress all the while watching Lucifer's cum roll out of your mouth and he, again, was determined to get there. 

“H-harder… Satan..!” You moaned out, pulling away from Lucifer's cock for a moment to get out your plea. But he just growled and pushed you back on it. Your tongue ran up Lucifer's shaft and teased his head once more, licking the precum from it before taking him all in your mouth again. The man shuddered, being overwhelmed by the pleasure just your tongue gave him. “(Y/N)…” was all the man could groan out before gripping your hair once more and taking control by fucking your mouth. 

Satan watched him and he threw his head back in a laugh, thrusting particularly hard and hitting just the right spot for you, sending you arching and all but grabbing onto Lucifer's cock with your mouth, a loud moan vibrating through his shaft which almost sent him over the edge. The blonde knew, of course, and hit that spot a few more times. Lucifer's hand found its way between your legs, rubbing your clit with his thumb, determined to make you orgasm, something he himself did shortly after another vibration was sent through his cock by you, thanks to his skillful fingers. Gripping your hair and pushing your head down on him, Lucifer came, hard, down your throat, fucking his ejaculation into your mouth until he knew he was empty and watched your lips pop off of him with a 'pop’. 

Satan watched the whole scene and his cock twitched in acknowledgement. Knowing he himself was close, he once again picked up his spit. Thrusts getting sloppy. Lucifer's thumb rubbing your clit furiously, he knew the both of you were close. “Cum for me” he ordered, his hair falling around his face as he captured your lips in another heated kiss. “S-Satan..!” Was all you could manage before you came, your walls clenching around his dick, and with a final hard thrust, he, too, came, throwing his head back and moaning out loud. 

Both men collapsed beside, Lucifer leaning back on the mattress and wrapping a protective arm around you while Satan pulled out and let himself fall on top of you. Laughing, the younger man lifted his head to look at his fellow mates, “why, that was unexpected. I hate to admit it but we both got what we want.” 

Lucifer grunted, almost laughing at the idea had it not been so satisfying, “I hate to say this, especially since it comes from you, but I agree.” 

You looked at the two men, still breathing heavy from the prior events. “I can honestly say, I have never had two men fight for my attention, but if this is the outcome, you two can fight for it anytime.” You laughed out, earning a chuckle from Satan, and getting an eye roll from Lucifer, who knew that this 'fight’ with Satan over your attention was far from over. 

“So what do you say, Prince of Darkness, round two? Of course, You can always watch me instead. Maybe you'll learn a thing or two” Satan said, smirking at the older man. Lucifer shot a glare at the man and propped himself up proudly “in your dreams, you foul rat. I had her first.” He growled out and moved closer to you. 

Satan accepted the challenge and captured your lips in another hypnotizing kiss. 

It didn't end after two rounds. 

It's been two weeks and they're still at it, fighting for your attention.

Though you don't mind. ;) 

Yandere Hizashi Yamada

Main blog @lemonlordleah-shinzawa-kitten

Warning: dubcon, Nc touching, yandere, DDLG term, soft but crazy, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat. Yanderes are bad y’all

“Please-“

It’s just one word, but regret twists your stomach the moment it leaves you. You know how much he likes that; when you act like cornered prey. Luckily, tonight his mood was soft, and you were spared his more sadistic urges.

The ones he hides so well behind a too-wide grin and captivating emerald eyes.

“Yeah that’s it baby. Say it again,” he groans into your skin, pierced tongue rolling out to lick the length of your neck.

Your lips slam shut.

Despite your trembling limbs and aching cunt you refuse to give him the satisfaction.

Hizashi sighs, propping himself above you to examine your panting face. He keeps you pinned with ease. Long fingers of one hand deceptively strong as they tighten more forcefully around your wrists.

“I can’t help you if you won’t ask me to, princess.”

The pet name makes you shiver. Your body screams for relief but you know that if you give into him even once that’ll be the end.

He’ll never let you go.

The toy inside you speeds up, ripping a choked moan from your throat.

“You’re so pretty. You know that?” He smirks down at you, voice singsong as he tacks on, “I bet ya look even cuter when you cuuum.”

The vibrations slow again, denying you the relief you so desperately need. You whimper and whine, squirming in frustration again his grip. He’s kept this up for hours and you’re on the brink of madness, but his stamina and patience seem limitless.

“Shhh. Hey hey. Calm down.” The soft kiss he plants on your cheek makes you shiver.

You hate how you lean into it and ache for more.

“I just wanna hear that pretty little voice beg. You can cum on Daddy’s cock whenever you want. Just gotta ask.”

The toy kicks up again and this time, you scream. He ruts against your thigh. You’re helpless as he holds you there, kissing your neck with a painful tenderness that lets you know that no matter what you do, you belong to him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Fuck. Good girl. Don’t stop.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Overstimulation (Aizawa and Hizashi)

18+ only content. Minors do not interact:

Warnings: Overstimulation, D/s dynamics, bondage, squirting

The binds around your thighs tighten as you reach another peak, forcing them apart despite your body’s resistance. Shouta’s cock spreads you perfectly, pulling moans and whimpers from your trembling form as you fall apart beneath him.

“You’re not going anywhere,” he assures you, smoothing a hand up your glistening stomach to stimulate your nipples.

You’re suspended in a way that allows him to do with you as he pleases. Sweat-soaked body helplessly exposed to his experienced touch. He moves between your weak spots seamlessly. Composed and focused, like a thief expertly cracking a safe’s combination.

“G-Gods-” you beg, crying out as he once again finds the right speed and rhythm. You choke on your moan when he rubs your clit, bringing a wolfish smirk to his lips.

“There it is.” Shouta teases, but devolves to deep, hungry growls when he looks down to watch you coat him in your essence. “Such a pretty pussy.” 

“FUCK!” The praise pushes you over the edge. Your body convulses. The intensity of your orgasm causing you to sob. Shouta doesn’t stop. Fucking you through it until the final waves ebb.

With a sigh, he brushes the hair from his forehead. 

“Feeling good?” 

You nod, barely coherant but ready for more.

Suddenly, a buzzing fills the space between you, snapping your mind back into focus.

“Let’s find out if you’re a squirter.”

“Damn baby, you’re squirmin’ like an eel!” Hizashi mocks you, relishing the way you writhe against the overwhelming pleasure. You’re so full of him, stingingly sensitive as he rubs frantic circles on your clit, “Fuck. Come on. Good girl.”  

“I c-can’t~” You whine, bucking in his grip. But Hizashi holds you still, keeping your body close as his hips roll deeper. 

“Yeah you can. I got ya baby. Cum for me.” Your vision blurs when his head hits your sweet spot, pussy clenching as he fucks you through another mind-numbing orgasm.

You’re almost sobbing as you soak the sheets beneath you. Hizashi’s teasing chuckles turn to hissed praise when you clamp down oh him, temping him to fill you to the brim.

“You’re so -fuck- pretty like that,” he tells you, pressing feather light kisses to your neck and shoulder. A quiet hum escapes him when your walls give one last appreciative squeeze.

“T-Thank you… Sir.”

“Mhm.” Nimble fingers trail up and down your arms, coaxing you down from your epic high. You giggle as his mustache tickles your ear, only to tense up when he whispers, “ But I think you’ve gotta little more in you, Yeah?”

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If you're not to bombarded with requests could you do 41# from that quote prompt list with daddy aizawa 👉👈🥺 if you already have too many than just ignore this 💕 (also sorry if this is sent multiple times tumblr is being stupid)

No worries love! ❤️ And I'm sorry this is so short ahhh

41. “The only way you’re getting off is on my thigh.”

Warnings: Dub-con, bondage, edging, thigh riding

"Don't get too needy, kitten."

You whined, trying desperately to get out of the restraints he had you in. Your wrists were tied behind your back, the capture weapon wrapped around your arms and torso so you couldn't move your arms in any way. "Shouta please! I'm sorry! Please just untie me, I need it!"

He laughed softly as he watched you squirm around on the bed, rubbing your thighs together in a weak attempt to create any since of friction between your legs.

Your eyes never left the tired hero's form as he paced back and forth, shaking his head in mock dissapointment. "Finally had enough of being a little brat? What was it that you said to me? To stay away from you, that you don't want me ever touching you?"

You looked away from him, embarrassed as he threw your own words back at you. It was his fault, you tried to remind yourself. Anyone would break if they went through what he did to you. For hours he got you on the edge of an orgasm. Much to your dismay, he stopped right as you were at your peek.

Then he kept the process going until you unraveled, now a whiny, needy mess for him. It happened so many times it was starting to get painful.

Aizawa sat down and smiled as he picked you up, shifting you so you were straddling him. "Tell me what you want. And don't get shy with me."

"I want you!" You pouted as he stopped you from grinding into his erection, urging you to stay still while you talked to him. "I want you to fuck me, please! I need it!"

Your eyes widened as he chuckled, his hands squeezed your waist. "You think I'm going to reward you after that little stunt you pulled? Oh no, kitten. You want to cum the only way you’re getting off is on my thigh.”

You were going to protest, but decided against it at the dark look he gave you. You didn't want him to punish you again, some which meant you wouldn't be able to sit right for a couple of days.

Sniffling, you slowly did as he told you to, moaning softly as your hips jerked back as you began to receive the pleasure you were looking for. You arched your back as his large hand wrapped around your throat to keep you guided and making sure you kept your eyes on him. The message was clear.

"Good. Now," He pecked your lips as you began to grind yourself against his thigh some more. "Show me how sorry you are."

roulette - chisaki kai/overhaul

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

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

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Okay but on the exhibitionist Drabble with erasermic, imagine aizawa s/o looking mic dead in the eye as she’s getting railed and just saying “am I doing a good job, Yamada-sensei?”

Warning: teacher role play

Jesus fucking CHRIST WOFJOEKS.

Shouta’s fucking you just right, cock harder than you’ve ever felt it. Knowing Hizashi’s there, watching him absolutely dominate you, made him lose his cool.

He pushes down between your shoulder blades then moves his hand to hold your cheek against the mattress. The view is perfect. He loves watching you take every inch while you pant and moan his name, every so often answering his “who do you belong to?” with a fucked-out, “y-you sir!”

Hizashi has died and gone to heaven. You look so good getting fucked. Your body’s just so sexy and pliant as Shouta pounds you into the mattress. His eyes are half lidded, and he’s pumping his cock to match Shouta’s pace.

The tension between you is palpable. Those heavy, hypnotic malachites watch your every move, his lips slightly parted as he slicks a bead of precum over his tip with his thumb.

“So fuckin’ good-“ he mutters, only to hear you moan his name and Shouta comment on how tight you just got.

You look him right in the eyes and ask, “Am I doing a good job, Yamada-Sensei?”

It turns him on so much he almost bursts then and there. He groans long and loud as his hand works frantically up and down his length, tightening and twisting as he focuses more on the head-

“Fuck baby, yeah you are. You gonna be a good little girl and let him cum inside you?”

You nod and whimper, meeting Shouta’s thrusts with greedy little jerks of your hips.

“You want us to teach you a lesson? Make you our cute little teachers’ pet?”

Shouta groans at that, hips moving faster as he grips yours with a knuckle-white grip. You’re babbling now. An endless steam of “yesYES please cum in me pleaeplease!” and then Shouta’s giving you what you want, cock throbbing hard as he fills you with rope after rope.

The sight pushes Hizashi over the edge. He bites his lip, thumbing the underside of his cockhead as he shoots all over his abs and tattood chest, stroking loose and easy until the last throb.

His hands flop to the side, stomach heaving as you all try and catch your breath.

“You know I’m never gonna knock again now, right?”

I’m

⚪️ living in the moment

⚪️ stuck on the past

⚪️ paranoid about the future

🔘 longing for a gorgeous immortal being with a horrifying backstory to turn me into his eternal partner so I can abandon all responsibilities and live away from society as we know it

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 

“Oh shi- SORRY!” Hizashi’s horror and embarrassment were beyond measure. 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. Waves of pleasure crashed through you with every roll of his hips, and you made it known by scratching marks along his back and moaning out his name.

Shouta chuckled, unphased by the interruption. With a smirk 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. “You want me to watch you, 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 solid bicep. Giddiness and excitement had you squirming, but strong arms caged you in, keeping you safe but 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, “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 several octaves 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 through entrancing emerald eyes, “be nice and loud for me.” 

Hello! I recently came across your blog and boy am I glad I did. I really love your writing style I think it's very unique! Also I was wondering if you wouldn't mind doing a cockwarming hc (or whatever you're comfortable with) on Dazai. Thank you!

Warnings: public cockwarming, dirty talk, dazai being a lil shit

Word count: 757

I've never heard that my writing style was unique, tysm nonnie. let me know what you think, guys u.u

It was nothing new for the members of the Armed Detective Agency to see you sit on Dazai's lap while the brunette typed away on his computer, went through several files of cases or simply lazed around like the sloth he was. 

Bandaged arms were tightly wrapped around your waist and pulled your back flush to Dazai's chest whose chin rested on your shoulder. "Belladonna, how are you still so tight?" Dazai whispered, his lips brushed the shell of your ear and sent a pleasant shiver down your spine. A blush bloomed on the apples of your cheeks as you tried so hard to keep your composure, to keep up the facade of being okay when in reality nothing was okay. "For how long you've been keeping my cock warm, one might think you'd finally loosen up, love."

The suicidal brunette thought it was a fun idea for you sit on his cock while he was busy with work after Kunikida had ruined some sleepy morning sex with you by yelling at Dazai through the phone. With a plan in mind, Dazai asked you to wear the dress he got you; an innocent request had it not been for his hidden intentions. 

That was how you found yourself innocently sitting on Dazai's lap with his hardened length deeply nestled within your dripping walls and the tip pressed up against a spot so sweet that it could make you see stars. The skirt of your dress skillfully hid the way you were soaking Dazai's lap, but there was nothing to conceal the tears of frustration which threatened to roll down your cheeks. 

Your hands gripped the edge of Dazai's desk, knuckles turning white and your breathing heavier than usual. All you wanted was to wipe that smirk off Dazai's stupid, handsome face. "Please, move, Osamu. Just a little bit." You whimpered loud enough only for Dazai to hear. How embarrassing would it be if Atsushi and Kunikida were to find out what was happening right across the room? Never in your life would you be able to live that down. 

"Patience, angel face." Dazai pressed a pure kiss to your cheek, one hand gripping your hip tightly enough to leave bruises while his other hand snuck its way underneath the desk and beneath your dress. The tips of his fingers danced along your inner thigh, three taps silently telling you to spread your legs further apart which you happily did after taking a cautious look around. 

Sucking your bottom lip between your teeth, you nearly bit the sensitive flesh bloody as Dazai rubbed tight circles into your clit and gently rubbed the bundle of nerves, causing your cunt to flutter and clench around him. Dazai hissed sharply through his teeth and bit down on your neck, the view being covered by your hair. "I could stay in your little pussy all day, keeping it nice and wet for me to fuck." He spoke into your skin, his cock twitching and throbbing within within your walls. 

Slowly but surely, your patience slipped through your fingers like water, the little bit of composure you had was swiftly cut like a thread made of silk. Grinding your hips down into Dazai's to tease him, your hands soon tugged on some of his fluffy locks and immediately caught his attention. Dazai's eyes were glazed over with lust, his pupils blown and ready to drown you in whatever fantasy which was playing in his head like a movie. "Meet me in the infirmary."

With those words being said, you simply got off your lover's lap and suppressed the moan which nearly slipped your lips as Dazai's shaft slid from your cunt. Luckily, Yosano was out stocking up on medicine and other goods when your feet carried you to your destination, your boyfriend hot on your heels. 

The sound of the door being locked reached your ears and before you knew it, Dazai bent you over the desk in the infirmary, bunching the skirt of your dress up around your waist. Slender fingers tugged your panties down your hips until the soiled fabric pooled at your feet. "You're so impatient to get off, it's almost adorable." Dazai spread your legs apart by gently knocking his feet against your ankles, a smirk gracing his features as he saw your juices dripping down your legs. You whined in response. 

"Can you keep quiet for me? Unless you want the entire Agency to know what I'm doing to you."

all you had to do was ask

-Present Mic x f!reader-

small smut drabble

Closing your eyes, you relaxed and listened to the video, stroking yourself.

“Aren’t you too sweet-”

You slammed the laptop closed and squeezed your legs together.

“-getting yourself all ready for me.” Hizashi flung his jacket to the side. “What were you lookin’ at, hmmm?” He grinned, looking your body up and down while slowly undoing his belt.

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genre ; nsfw / +18

warnings ; nsfw, smut, vaginal fingering, hair-pulling, edging / orgasm denial, unprotected sex, jealous / rough sex, degradation, swearing, established relationship.

taglist ; @normiewrites​ @kingtamakimurder​ @briswriting​(they helped me), @brattyquirks​

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[osamu dazai x fem!reader]

request ; Do you think you can write something about Dark Era!Dazai or ADA!Dazai being jealous and how he would remind his S/O who they ‘belong to’ pretty please? Also can it be NSFW?

ok so i’ll admit, this was rushed, it’s sloppy and not as good as my others. i’m sorry.

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it wasn’t like dazai to be jealous.

he trusted you. he had shown the most vulnerable part of himself. white silky bandages covering his milky skin, soft brown curls shaping his face while a feeling of uneasiness overwhelm the weight in his stomach. those dark honey coloured eyes staring down at you with uncertainty while your soft fingers danced over his lithe form, slowly unravelling the material that covered his body ; hidden from the cruel world.

so why was he jealous now?

sounds of shuffling papers, the clack of keyboards and quiet chatter filled the agency. it sounded and smelt exactly like a usual workplace would, except if jealously had a smell, it would have a bitter aroma of burning chemicals.

your e/c glistened with joy as ranpo continued to ramble and boast about how “utterly amazing” he was. dazai watched from his desk, his chestnut eyes analytically observing every facial expression the pair of you made. 

dazai’s fingers twitched in annoyance as you giggled. dazai huffed softly and tried to focus back on his work, knowing that kunikida would yell at him about it…again.

“dazai-san?” atsushi’s meek voice sounded from beside him, dazai’ head turning slightly to face the grey-haired boy.

“hm?”

“if you don’t mind me asking…  why do you keep looking at ranpo-san and y/n-chan?” dazai’s eyes widened slightly. was he really that obvious?

“oh, no reason!” dazai quickly dismissed atsushi, giving him that bright smile he always did. “just interested in their conversation!”

“oh ok,” atsushi gave a small smile before quickly scurrying back off to his desk. dazai smirked as you briefly glanced at him, his eyes glistening with mischief. you turned back to ranpo as he whined your name, much to dazai’s displeasure.

the dull thud of dazai’s fingers hitting the oak wood table beneath him and the small melody he hummed did nothing to cure his everlasting boredom. the paperwork stared back at him, almost as if it was taunting him. he huffed, letting his eyes wander around the room until he felt his eyebrows raise at the sight he came across.

ranpo’s bright emerald eyes were staring directly at you, a smirk on his face as he watched you shake your head, a light pink blush warming your cheeks. Your hands reached up to cover your blush, a small shy smile tugging at your cheeks.

dazai felt his eye twitch, the feeling of jealousy swelling up in his stomach, boiling red and green while his lips tugged into a deep frown. deciding that he had enough of ranpo’s antics, dazai pushed himself up with his palms on the desk, walking over to you in long strides.

you shivered as you felt the warmth of dazai’s body pressed against your side, one arm snaking around your waist and pulling you closer to him while a bittersweet smile stretched across dazai’s face. his fingers almost painfully dug into your side, making sure you knew that he was there.

“well what do you have here, m’lady?” he shamelessly winked at you, a groan leaving ranpo’s mouth at dazai’s antics. your heart lurched as you felt his fingers dig into your side, even more, his fake cheerful expression never wavering.

but, you knew better.

“we were just talking about stuff!“ you smiled up at dazai, making him look down at you curiously.   

”‘stuff’, hm?“ you nodded in response, hardly noticing how hard ranpo was staring at you. dazai did.

"dazaiii, do you know if we have any more snacks?” ranpo whined, interrupting dazai. “…besides y/n of course.”

ohohoh?

“I don’t know ranpo-san,” you almost shuddered at how vicious he sounded. “why don’t you go find out for once instead of leeching off everyone else, since you’re ‘so utterly great’?” 

the dark look covered over his eyes, his smile turning into the bitter smile that could make anyone quiver. he almost giggled when he saw you visibly swallow, either out of anticipation or nerves, you both didn’t know…

“dazai-san! get back to work, you idiot!”

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Unpredictable (Nighteye X Reader X Mirio) NSFW

Summary: Even with his Foresight, Mirai doesn’t predict having a threesome with his old mentee and said mentee’s new girlfriend. He isn’t upset about it, though. Some things are better left as a surprise.

Pairing: Mirai Sasaki (Sir Nighteye) X fem!reader X Mirio Togata Word Count: ~ 7.3K Warnings: spoilers for season 4 (but everybody lives), swearing, graphic sex, threesome, cunnilingus, vaginal fingering, squirting, spitroasting, no condom, spitting, improper use of Quirk Author’s Note: Y’all pray for me. This is definitely the most explicit thing I’ve ever written. So much sinning involved, good god. After reading this, make me feel better about my disgusting self.  ~

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I had a thought. Hawk’s s/o owning a huge stuffed animal she always cuddles,n whenever she’s not looking or leaves the room alone w stuffed toy n hawks... he lik. Rubs himself on it- to make it smell like him- for the pure sake of seeing it as his only competition- n wanting it to remind her of him when she smells it- Jfjffjjf idk

Anon I’m so sorry that I totally twisted your scenario into something 20x more ridiculous than it already was I have no idea what this is.

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Hawks was the top bird. He knows that. He knows that you know that. No one keeps you safe, provides for you, and makes you feel good like he does. You said it yourself, “You’re the greatest thing that’s ever come into my life.” He believes you.

But that doesn’t make your relationship with that other bird any less infuriating. You said that he’s an old gift from a friend, but Hawks isn’t going to let down his guard. Not with the way you cuddle up to the other bird. ‘I’m cuddly too,’ Hawks thought whenever he watched you. There were never any intrusions when it was just you and him in the great outdoors. All of your attention was on him, as it should be. But once you both were back at your place, and you just needed to lie down and rest, you’d always let that little bastard join the party.

Hawks never said anything about it, and neither did the other bird. ‘And he never will, if he knows what’s good for him.’  He pulls you in extra close and plants several kisses on your face. Possessive, he knows, but there aren’t many ways to get his point across to his innocent-looking rival, who wasn’t reacting to Hawks’s display of dominance. The other bird had a poker face that competes with his, Hawks had to admit, and it was honestly starting to piss him off.

‘How about I show him something that he’ll never have.’

Your surprised little ‘oh!’ made Hawks smirk as he rolled you onto your stomach, yanking off your pants and underwear. He frees himself and rubs your slippery folds. The sudden eagerness excites you. “Mmmm, Hawks. Being aggressive tonight?”

“I just think you could use a refresher tonight, baby.” He pushes inside and rests all of his weight on top of you, fucking you into the mattress.

Your cries are nice and loud. Good. “Ah! Yes, Hawks! Harder!”

He loves it. Keep crying out for him. “What’s that? Who’s the one fucking you right now?”

“Hawks!”

“Who makes you whine like a bitch in heat?”

“You! You do, Hawks!”

Hawks looks to the side to ensure that adorable bastard was watching.

Ah yes, he is. With those soulless eyes and blank expression. Always acting like everything was fine. Hawks growled and fucked you harder.

“Got nothing to say, little guy?”

“What, do you like watching your girl get taken by someone else? Is that what you’re into?”

You try to turn your head. “Hawks? Who are you talking to?”

He ignores you and keeps on going. “Do you wish you’re the one who can make her feel like this? Huh?!”

Still nothing. This little shit refuses to crack.  

You follow Hawks’s gaze and are very confused to see where it lands. “A-are you talking to my stuffed animal?”

Your question seems to anger him as he humps you into the sheets. “Is that what he is to you? A plush and cuddly stuffed animal?”

“What? What the hell does that even mean?”

“You really don’t think that sweet little peacock wants more than just cuddles? That maybe he wants to be the one to have you?”

“WHAT?!”

You spring up fast enough to catch Hawks off-guard and knock him back onto his ass. “B-baby?” He says in wide-eyed confusion.

You stand up and angrily pull your panties back up. “You’ve done some crazy shit during your ruts, but this? I’m so done, you delusional horny competitive pigeon.” You stomp out of the room and shut the door before he can say anything more.

Hawks just stares at the door, shaking. The anger boiling within him was ready to bubble over. He glares at the cunning bastard responsible for this. ‘This is what he wanted. He wanted me to lose my cool when I thought I was winning.’ Of course you would want your two favorite birds to play nice. Why did he have to be so stupid? All he did was make the peacock look like the calm and civil guy while Hawks was trying to assert dominance like a savage.

“You haven’t won this. You’re a clever bastard, I’ll give you that. But I’ll always be the one she chooses.”

As always, the other bird stays silent. Maybe he agrees. Maybe he knows that you belong to Hawks and only Hawks, but that doesn’t mean he isn’t going to keep the winged hero on his toes, ready to snatch you away at any moment.

Mistaken For Strangers Pt. III (Aizawa X Reader) NSFW

Summary:  Every person on the planet has a soulmate, and you’ve spent your whole childhood and most of your adolescence dreaming of meeting yours. When you finally do on your first day at UA high, you realize things aren’t as simple as finding your other half and moving forward with them. In your case, it’s much trickier than that. Being as young as you are and discovering your soulmate is not only older but also your teacher means you won’t be able act on your desires until you graduate, possibly longer. What is easy to cope with at first quickly turns into the hardest thing you’ve ever gone through. Until it’s not.

Pairing: Aizawa X fem!reader Word Count: ~ 4.3K Warnings: swearing, explicit sexual content, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex Author’s Note: Alright, this is it, guys! When I originally started writing this little series the other day, I honestly had no idea it would become, like, anything, so a super big thank you to everyone who’s been reading and giving feedback and what not. This is it. The moment we’ve all been waiting for. I hope it doesn’t disappoint. Enjoy ~ Part One, Part Two

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Videotapes

Hizashi x reader

Summary: Hizashi picks up a fan to bring back to his place to make a special little home movie ;)

Warnings: s m u t, swearing, Hizashi gets a little rough, and uhhh… a bit of yandere at the end… 

A/N: I hadn’t ever written Present Mic sm*t before, so i decided to give it a go. I couldn’t help but make him a little crazy at the end there. I am who I am.

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Nighttime Adventure (Erasermic dabble)

Okay! So I had a dream last night where the reader of @weebsinstash Ereasermic series felt so starved of affection that they couldn't fall asleep, and went over to their bedroom to snuggle - and of course when I woke up I just felt this ungodly need to write a little something based on it. 

The inspiration was there and I wasn't about to not capitalize on that opportunity. That being said here's a little dabble for you based on that scenario. 

Please note that this is literally the first time I’ve written something like this, so i’m unpracticed to say the least.

Nighttime Adventure

Your steps are slow and deliberate, trying to mask every noise emitted for the floorboard beneath you. You’re sure they can still hear you, they can hear every little sound in this blasted place. Though you were so sure just minutes before, you now feel your legs trembling with every step. Your feet feel like weights tied to you, like somewhere deep in your subconscious your own body is trying to stop you from what you’re about to do. Surely nothing good can come from it in the long run - but you can think about that now, you’re too caught up in the here and now. 

With your heartbeat blaring through your body, leaving a slight ringing in your ears, you finally reached their door. It looms over you, tall and foreboding. Behind it you can hear the two men uttering small whispers of concern and confusion, ready to spring out of bed at a moments notice. You can’t help the small snort that escapes you at the irony of the situation, after all this must be the first time their vigilance would not be necessary. 

As your hand make contact with the cold surface of the door, a slight shiver runs through you. The thought clears its way to the front of your mind; There was no turning back now, they knew you were standing there just as well as you did. If you tried turning back now to escape into the sanctity of your own room, they’d surely come right after you looking for answers as to your little nighttime adventure.

Taking a deep breath you begin to push the door open, it’s hinges screech loudly as if to beg you to stop, as it slowly slides open. You reflexively tilt your head to the side, eyes screwed shut. Maybe if you refuse to look then the reality of it all won't shift in just yet. But as you finally soak up your last bit of bravery you look up you see their dark forms looming in the distance. A heavy fog of uncertainty rolls over you, leaving you breathless. The silence among you is deafening as each of you wait for something, anything, to break it. 

Surly what comes next would change everything for the foreseeable future. You can’t do anything more than wish upon the stars that you’ve made the right decision...

Forbidden Fruit

Word Count: 1k

Commission for: @proscetta

Pairing: Aizawa x Reader

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

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a concept: dabi dicking you down so thoroughly you leave deep, dark scratches on his back. he wears them like a badge of fucking (ha!) honor.

I’m pretty sure Dabi only knows how to dick you down thoroughly, but yes, so much yes darling!

Dabi lives and breathes to rile you up and tease you into an incoherent little puddle on the bed. Its just his nature, his dick game is just always one that level. But if he ravages you so well one night, and you happen to break beneath him early on, while you still have strength to dig your nails into the still pale skin of his back and rake them lower and lower with every rough snap of his hips? 

Oh, darling, you thought you were getting railed before. And if you manage to draw a little blood too? Ohohoh, you are not walking tomorrow babe. And you are not sleeping until at least the sun comes up. Then the cocky little shit is going to traipse around the hideout shirtless for everyone to see what he made you do to him.

i am STILL HORNY in the middle of a pandemic. the grind never stops

Cockwarming your dom while he plays a video game with his friends, everytime he thrusts up into you his friends hear your squeaky choked moan through the mic and they all compliment how slutty and cute you sound being so nonchalantly used by your dom

Telling your sub to keep their eyes open while you fuck them has gotta be the hottest thing ever, saying “look at me when im fucking you baby. I want to see how good im making you feel.”

Eager (Shigaraki x Reader)

A/N: It would seem we are all secretly into Shigaraki being overexcited and under-experienced. 

Warnings: Dry humping turned wet humping, masturbation

Taglist: @fallingintoimagination​ @ikinabi​

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You’ve been living in the League of Villains hideout for quite a while now. It’s not fancy by any standards, your makeshift room simply being a somewhat clean mattress on the floor and no furniture to be seen. The room you occupy, as well as all of the other rooms in the building, is devoid of a door.

Tactically speaking, it’s a good thing that everyone can hear each other when needed. The downside of this, is the fact that you get to hear every time someone gets into an argument or eats or talks on the phone.

Or masturbates.

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Fluffy Hizashi Yamada HCs

Idk I just needed it T^T

Media and characters not mine. 

He insists that you play with his hair if you’re cuddling. He’ll nudge against you like a cat when you stop, looking up at you with big, pleading eyes until you start up again.

One of his fondest memories is explaining his tattoos as you lay beside him, tracing each piece delicately with your fingers. He couldn’t hold back tears when you said the tattoo for Shirakumo was your favorite (Before he even told you what it meant). If you ever ask, he’ll tell you that’s the moment he fell in love with you.

Hizashi loves western food. When you cook him fried chicken and mashed potatoes you can practically see hearts in his eyes. His favorite thing cook is pancakes. And yes, he makes faces with the fruit and butter.

When hero work knocks him down you’re the only one he wants to see. Despite his extroverted nature, he shuts down when life becomes overwhelming. At times like that, he wants you to hold him from behind, whispering encouragement while you soothe him. 

Holidays, birthdays and anniversaries are HUGE for the hero. He goes all out to ensure you have the best day possible. Even when you return the favor, he seems to enjoy your reactions more than anything. Ironically, his reactions to your reactions are the best part for you. Dorks. 

Hizashi plays the fuck out of multiple instruments, but he woos you with the violin and piano every chance he gets.

He loves it when you’re feeling clingy. Attach to him at the hip while he moves around the house. If he has to work on the computer and you need attention, he’ll sit you on his lap and let you rest your chin on his shoulder, giving you soft kisses to the neck as you coo for him. 

Coolest date with Hizashi? He took you to the Grand Canyon and screamed “I LOVE (Y/N)” into it. When you blushed and giggled at the way his quirk echoed off the rocks he practically melted inside. He’s so damn embarrassing, and you love every second of it. 

@cherrycolabomb​ @practisewhatyoupeach​ @thewheezingwyvern​ @the-angriestpineapple​ @queensynderella​ @deadassqueeraf​

Me when i was younger: i like horror movies cause gore!!

Me now; uh,,,,,stabby,,,,boy,,,,pretty

thinking about shigaraki cumming in his pants while dry humping because he’s desperate and horny

nice sadists are so so underrated.

if a someone told me they loved that i suffer for them? omg im gonna nut

tenderly caressing my cheek, then slapping it? beautiful 10/10

that fake pity voice? GOD

when they give you a break between spankings to play with your pussy? i’m in love

on that same line of thinking, when there’s playful spankings, and you’re giggling and trying to get away until they’ve had enough of your squirming and they make you stay still? literally ughhh

orgasm denial bc they love hearing you whine?? YES

making you come so many times you cry because they love to see you cry? please please please

don’t even get me started on humiliation.

Flirtation Dictation (Professor Aizawa x Fem College Student)

This is my  1000 follower celebration fic! Anons frequently tell me they are reading my fics during class, and well, I don’t think Professor Aizawa would appreciate that. ;) 

Parts of this were a bit awkward to write considering my style, but I’m pretty happy with it. I hope you guys enjoy it! Thank you all so, so much for your support. (Also just a side note Aizawa-sensei would never break the code of ethics *is yanked away by my friends*)

Warning: Professor x Student, spanking, humiliation kink, semi-public sex, unprotected sex. Milk is cum like once. Listen I tried to get all the Aizawa tropes.

Shouta Aizawa was far from boring. Well, at least to you.

He often told your class tales of valiant heroes taking on the world’s worst villains, and usually coming out on top. Sometimes he’d regale you with stories of his own heroic past, but being such a humble man, those were few and far between. 

Despite your sincere interest, you couldn’t help drifting off at times during his lectures. The depth and cadence of his voice made your eyelids feel heavy, eventually calling them to close as the words became your lullaby.  

Oftentimes you kept yourself awake by simply admiring his undeniably attractive frame. The man was beyond gorgeous. Silky ebony locks pulled back in a loose bun, long, lean body stood proudly as he spoke or scribbled concepts on the whiteboard. Sometimes you’d get lucky and steal a peek at his toned lower abdomen as he wrote on the whiteboard, relishing in the sinful chill the voyeuristic act gave you. No matter what he did, Shouta Aizawa exuding pure confidence and competence, something you certainly valued.

On this day you occupied your tired mind by reading. You’d covered the material on the previous night, and for you, it was simply a review. The tactic definitely paid off, but there was one problem, the content of this particular story had your thighs shifting together, hot arousal pooling between your legs. During an extra spicy excerpt, you couldn’t stop a quiet moan from slipping through your lips.

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my kink is shiggy going absolutely feral and wrecking the pussy

 I am soooo sorry this took so long to respond to. I’ve been working nutty hours and it’s been busier than usual. I’m also sososo sorry the quality sucks. I wrote half of it tonight and I am crazy sick. I’ve got some sort of awful flu and I’m like coughing to the point where I can’t breathe and my mouth tastes like blood and my body feels like I was hit by a train. I hope you like it though :/ (BTW this ended up way longer and weirdly… sweeter than I originally intended? I hope it’s still okay though)

He’s sitting at the bar, and admittedly, he’s had a few more drinks than he usually has. Originally, he just wanted to take the edge off, but now he’s feeling a little bit loose. His inhibitions are definitely lower than they should be, so he’s maintaining his composure by trying to keep to himself. He very rarely allows himself to relax like this, but it’s been one hell of a week, and his pent-up rage and anger is threatening to boil over unless he lets himself decompress. It’s for his sake, and more importantly, for the sake of everyone around him, so he allows himself this one.

There’s only one little problem.

That problem is you.

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