The Sweetest Torture - Karma Akabane

Who Are You?

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

Pairing: Aizawa Shōta X Smol F!Reader

Rating: 18+

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

Word Count: 2,260

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Class is in Session - Hitoshi Shinsou x Reader x Shouta Aizawa

A/N: So way before Christmas I promised my darling wife a filthy Shinsou fic of her choosing, and then I got swept up with angstcember and the holidays and it got back burnered. And I lost steam on and decided instead to gift her this! Based on a nasty discussion we had after I showed her Yato’s Patreon that involved our two favorite kitty loving men and half our list of kinks combined. Now that she has read it, she gave me permission to share with you all! <3

Also note: Its a College AU because I’m lazy and it makes everyone 18+ no questions asked.

Warnings: teacher/student kink, teaching threesome, a little degradation, voyeurism/exhibitionism/slight cuckolding? (idek, its raunchy ok?)

Word Count: 5.4k

This was not a situation you thought you would find yourself in: cheeks flushed, heart racing, stomach doing somersaults and breathing unsteady. You had been caught. By your favorite professor. Fooling around with your boyfriend on school property. He hadn’t said a word to either of you as he pulled the purple-haired man off you by the back of his blazer and captured your wrist tightly in his other hand. Dragging the pair of you back to his classroom before finally releasing his hold on the two of you.

You couldn’t help but flinch at the sound of him slamming the door shut behind you, your stomach churning as you heard the lock click into place. He still hadn’t spoken, instead simply pointing to his desk and the two of you shuffled in front of it silently. Neither of you could look him in the eye it seemed as he took his place in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest as he stared at you both.

You shifted your weight from side to side, arms folded behind your back where you could dig your nails into your wrist to keep from fidgeting under your professor’s scrutinizing gaze. You glanced quickly to the man next to you, who likewise had his eyes glued to the floor as one hand rubbed at the back of his neck awkwardly—his face seemed to be almost as flushed as your own. Despite being your favorite professor, Mr. Aizawa was a stern man and you couldn’t bare to think how much trouble the two of you were in right now. Still, you wished he’d say something, anything at this point…

“I am very disappointed in you,” Aizawa began in that gruff tone of his, the one reserved for students who caused trouble in his lectures and it made you gulp, “Shinsou.”

You flicked your eyes up to look at your professor, brows furrowed as you tried to figure out why your boyfriend was being singled out in this. Did he think that he was taking advantage of you or something? You glanced towards your boyfriend, whose shoulders had slumped at his mentor’s words, head hanging in shame.

“Profess—” You tried to open your mouth to reason with him, to explain you were just as guilty but Aizawa held up a single finger to demand your silence and you bit your lip to comply.

“I’ve taught you quite a bit since you arrived here, and though you’ve flourished thus far, it would seem there is still one lesson I have to teach you.” Aizawa stated evenly, his face just as blank as always, you could never tell what he was thinking and that made you uneasy.

“I understand, Professor.” Shinsou replied softly, still unable to look the older man in the eye.

“Good.” Aizawa said as his gaze moved between the pair of you for a moment before speaking again. “Now, kiss her.”

“I-i—what?!” Shinsou blurted out, a bit louder than he had meant to as his violet eyes finally locked with his mentor’s gaze and his jaw went slack trying to make sense of what he had just heard.

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"Sure Raphael, I'll give you the crown, if you agree to read me a bedtime story..."

Art by @oniishi (Thank you so much again! Go check them out ❤)

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

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

I have such a kink for size/strength difference, like if you're bigger or stronger than me I want to try to be on top just so you can flip me over, pin me down, and tell me "oh baby, you're much too small for that," "I'm twice as strong as you." FUCK, that gets me

Aizawa is addicted to making you cum. Sometimes he wakes up so riled up from you softly sighing and nuzzling into him all night, from being tense and pent up all week, that he starts to finger you first thing. You might try and push him off, laughing, saying that you're not even awake yet, but he'll just mouth at your neck while his long fingers spread you open and coax sweet, soft arousal from you. He makes you cum once on his fingers and then again on his cock, bucking into you slowly, dragging it out. You're more than ready for breakfast after that, and while you brew coffee and he makes food he keeps coming up to you to stand behind you, grope at your ass and tits, kissing your exposed shoulders. You realize that it's gonna be one of those days and make a bigger pot of coffee. He tugs you back into the bedroom after you spend half an hour with your plants, pets and whatnot, and locks the door. He fucks you rough this time, pinning your wrists above your head and watching your tits bounce, telling you how sexy and juicy your body is, how much he wants to never let go of your plush softness, how much he wants to bury his cock in you every moment of every day. He edges himself for what feels like two hours, moaning that he doesn't want it to end, wants more. He makes you orgasm around him by rubbing at your clit while he pounds into you, and the feeling of you squeezing around him, your moans and whimpers, your strangled "Ah...S-Shou!" makes him see stars. His balls tighten up and he can't take it. When he finally cums inside you, your pussy quivering around him from the pretty pretty moans he grants you, he just keeps going. His stamina is insane and you're delirious. He fucks his cum deeper inside you and this time goes slow, almost lazy. He lies on top of you, his tongue in your mouth, panting, praising you. You're my good girl, so sweet for me, so tight. I've been fucking you for hours and you're still fluttering around me. Are you that needy for me? Say it, kitten, say you're desperate for me.. You cum around him with a gentle mewl and a rolling, languid shaking. There's not much energy left in you and your pussy is a little numb from the friction, but you still want him. You still get wetter and wetter when he groans or rolls his eyes. Aizawa is tired too, but he wants to see you cum again. Just one more time, for him, please. He knows you can. You're almost crying from overstimulation, your pussy raw and puffy. He gets comfortable between your legs and latches onto your clit, sucking it so gently that you cum easily and tears spill out. You're still shaking and moaning when he crawls back up your body for a kiss. You beg him to stop now, you need rest. He promises you can have anything you want for cumming so pretty for him - his dick twitched and swelled from your sounds and taste. You're hungry, so he orders food and you cuddle while it arrives. After you both eat and rest a bit he might just get another couple orgasms out of you. He knows you can do it for him.

forgive me father for i have sexualized an older man

Yandere Mr Compress (Part 2!)

Didn’t expect to get this done so quickly but I had a lot of time today after an exam. :D

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You’ve been stuck in this room for what you assume has been a week now. You’ve practically memorized the patterns on the comforter and tacky wallpaper adorning this “prison”. Atsuhiro is home a lot, so he is able to offer you regular meals, though you hadn’t deigned to try it until what you think was the third day, when you were too hungry to even say no. You remember how his face lit up when you finally agreed. He had stopped tying you to the bed at that point, a reward for being obedient, you suppose. He did, however, keep the bedroom door locked from the outside whenever he wasn’t around.

You wondered where exactly it was that he went almost every evening, the hours were too short for a job, but then how was he able to afford this apartment? Tacky as it was, the decor was certainly expensive looking. You had tried to ask him once, but he simply winked and said something about a magician never revealing his secrets, which seemed more than a little creepy at the time. 

When he was home, he would spend almost all of his time with you, leaving only to cook meals or let you sleep. You were relieved that he hadn’t tried to touch you yet, but you didn’t know how long that would last. He didn’t kidnap you just for your company, surely. When you first asked him what he wanted with you, he had shaken his head and replied “I want only to be with the woman I love and adore.” 

Today was a little different than usual, he had left early in the morning and hadn’t been home for hours. You weren’t exactly worried for his safety, moreso for your own wellbeing. If he didn’t come home, you would be stuck in this awful room for who knows how long. You had already tried breaking out, but neither the door nor the window could be opened and you had nothing to pick a lock with, not that you even knew how to anyway. At some point, someone would notice you were gone, right? Your friends or family? Maybe they were already looking for you? Someone, surely, would have had to see him carry you off from the alley.

You were broken out of your panicked thoughts when you heard the door to the apartment open. You waited, but it took a few minutes before the bedroom door opened. As he walked in, you could tell he had changed clothes. He looked exhausted, but his shirt and pants were fresh and ironed. You wondered what he had been doing that required a change…

“How are you doing today, my love?” he asked. “I do apologize for leaving you alone all day, I had some business to attend to.” You could sense the fatigue in his voice.

“What kind of business?” you questioned, though you already knew he wouldn’t tell you the answer.

“Oh, no need to worry yourself about that. How about some dinner? I’m sure I can cook something up.”

You had an idea. “What if… I cooked something for us tonight?” You put on your sweetest smile and tried to appeal to his exhaustion. You saw his face light up, just a little, and that was all the encouragement you needed. This could work. “You just seem so tired, and I haven’t been able to cook in so long…”

He thought about it for a moment. “Well… I suppose you could use a change of scenery. And I would love to taste something created by you.”

You smiled, knowing that this could be your chance to finally leave this place. You could cook while he rested on the couch and sneak out the front door when he wasn’t looking. He held out a gloved hand and you took it, immediately shocked by the gentleness you felt in his touch.

You could feel your anticipation as he opened the door, leading you out into the kitchen. The rest of the apartment was equally as gaudy as the bedroom. Gold accented lamps and tchotchkes rested on every possible surface. What was interesting, however, was the distinct lack of photographs. You had expected to get at least a glimpse of what he looked like under the balaclava, but that didn’t seem to be a possibility. 

The kitchen was the only truly functional room in the apartment, with stainless steel appliances and a simple granite counter. He showed you around the kitchen and in the refrigerator with his usual showmanship. The fridge is surprisingly well-stocked and you figure you could make some baked fish with a side salad and some miso soup. You begin to pull out pans, expecting Atsuhiro to go rest on the couch, but to your dismay he sits at the bar to watch you. 

“Do you not want to relax on the couch?” you ask hesitantly.

“Oh, but how could I when the real show is in here?” You can practically see the twinkle of adoration in his eyes. “You look so radiant in my kitchen.”

You spin around and continue cooking. This is not going as planned. He’s still watching your every move. But you continue on with your dishes, pretending to be unbothered. He’ll have to get up at some point. He has to.

Finally, as you’re nearing the finished product, he stands up.

“Please excuse me while I wash up, I will return to set the table for us,” he smiles. It’s a genuine smile that almost makes you rethink your plan. Almost. He walks away and you immediately drop everything and head for the door. 

You hesitate before reaching for the knob, and it costs you. A glove covers your hand. “Leaving before dinner?”

“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.

i like my men long haired and deranged