Where’s My Language App? [Yandere Shigaraki X Reader]

everyone always wants aizawa to tie them up with his capture weapon but i’d rather him slap my ass with it until it’s RED. then proceed to bend me over his desk to fuck me with that prof. dick 😫

I imagine that the capture scarf leaves just as much of a sting as a good piece of leather would. If you misbehave in his lecture? You’ll end up bent over his desk, skirt hitched up to show of the swell of your ass. Your panties are already gone and tucked away in his pocket.

He’s not going to lay into you right away, no. He’s going to tease you with his weapon of choice, he’s going to trail it softly along your ass and thighs--making you feel how soft the material actually is. The first swat is going to catch you off guard and that’s exactly what he wanted.

He’s also going to make you count each one for him. If you lose track because your head is fogged over with desire and endorphins? “Now we have to start over, kitty, what a shame we were almost through here.”

Your poor ass is going to be criss-crossed with red welts just a bit wider than a belt would leave, the first ones already puffing up as he runs his calloused fingers gently over them--both soothing and irritating the skin further.

But your legs are shaking and your thighs are slick from the punishment, how could he not fuck you? Your so clearly in need of him. And you’re going to feel more small stings every time his hips smack into the curve of your red, sore ass but you’ll love every god damn second of it because you’re his good little kitty.

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

DUPLICITY

» pairing: shigaraki tomura² x afab!reader 

» cw: selfcest, noncon, blowjobs, crying, double vaginal penetration, 18+, minors dni. 

» a/n: wrote this for the free day for shigaraki birthday week! 

» wc: 2.5k 

» tag: @chaos-night​ @awkward-confused​ @shigarakiweek​​

» ao3 mirror 

It started innocently enough. No perverse intentions, just the sort of pragmatic decision-making that Shigaraki prides himself on, using his allies’ talents to achieve his goals with no hesitation or apologies.

And sure, adding multiplayer-exclusive unlockables to his inventory was a far less dramatic accomplishment than taking down hero society, but that didn’t mean that Shigaraki didn’t still want them.

He is a completionist, after all.

Having Twice make a double was easier than pairing up with random players online, dealing with skill-less casuals or obnoxious hero worshipers just to claim a few flashy pieces of gear. They would play for a few hours, and then Shigaraki would wrap five fingers around the back of their (his?) neck and move on with his life, at least until next time. The doubles never complained when he would decay them either—they understand their place in this world just like he understands his.

So, no muss, no fuss. At first, anyway.

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The Hierophant - Day 6

Day 6: Professor / Student

Aizawa x F!Reader

Word count: 3.1k

Kinks: Professor / Student, Public sex

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Professor Aizawa’s office looked just as anyone would expect from him: plain, practical and with no sign of personal touches. His office was purely for work and that was it. Every inch was nondescript, white walls, bare of all decoration. Even his desk was unimpressive, only sporting some tests from a previous class he was grading with a glaring red pen and a computer. You swept your eyes over the small pile of papers, catching sight of a very familiar test with very familiar hand writing.

You gulped.

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present for his beloved (mafia!dazai osamu)

warning(s): yandere themes, implied physical abuse, intimidation, broken darling

note(s): a little something i wrote for the lovely @vani-ya​, for her birthday 💕 I hope you like it!

You whimpered uncomfortably in his lap, heart threatening to beat out of your chest.

You hated being this close to him. His mere presence around you was suffocating, permeated with the scent of blood and gunpowder, and the scent of his cologne closing in on you from all sides. It made you sick to your stomach.

He was talking to someone across the desk, barking orders at them, as if you weren’t even there. One of his arms was holding your waist in place, while the other harshly gripped one of your frail wrists. That’s going to leave a bruise.

Out of the corner of your eye, you looked at the terrified man standing across from the wide mahogany desk. His skin had gone pale, and he looked ready to bolt at the first opportunity. You didn’t blame him. People don’t realize just how terrifying Dazai’s presence is until they actually face him.

He finished talking, and the man scurried out of the room as fast as his legs would carry him, leaving you alone with him once more. You trembled in his arms.

“Now, now, my belladonna. What’s the need to be so afraid?” he murmured into your ear, pulling you even closer, “I’m not going to hurt you.”

You didn’t allow yourself to relax, more out of past experience than anything else. And sure enough –

“If you behave yourself, that is.”

An expression of pure, unadulterated fear crossed your face, and he laughed. It was a deep, full laugh, and you could feel it reverberating throughout his chest from where he had you pressed flush against it.

Trying to get a better look at your eyes, he moved a lock of your hair away from your face and tucked it behind your ear. One of the many things you weren’t allowed to do was tie your hair. He liked it loose, framing your face, said it made you look even more angelic. That, and he liked to be able to grip it whenever he wanted.

“Let’s see now…what would my darling like as her present?”

“Present?” you asked meekly.

He laughed, “My, my, do you really not remember what day it is, belladonna?”

When you shook your head, his face lit up with a sadistic grin. Most days, you weren’t even allowed to leave your room, let alone the house you shared with him. You would never call it a home. The only time you did leave was when he took you out, and it was mostly to this dark monstrosity of an office, just so he wouldn’t get bored. There are windows but he always keeps them covered.

Neither his house nor the office have any clocks, so time seems to slip from you often. You’re lucky if you can tell night from day most of the time, and you know that’s exactly what he wants. He likes you that way: disoriented, compliant, and utterly helpless.

“How air-headed you are, my love.” He said in a patronizingly mocking voice, “It’s your birthday.”

“M-my birthday?”

“Mhm, and I want to let the love of my life know, burn it into you, just how much I love you. So, tell me, belladonna. What do you want for your present?”

There was a cigarette dangling from his left hand, and you hoped to God he wouldn’t just put it out on your skin like he always did. Thankfully, he actually used the ashtray resting on his desk this time.

The smile on his face was sickly sweet, completely out of sync with the harsh grip he had on your waist, fingers digging into your hipbones. Oh, well, what’s one more bruise to add to your collection? What do I want?

“I…I d-don’t know.”

He pouted in mock sympathy, “Really, now? Is there nothing you would like me to do for you? How about I loosen the collar?”

Your hand instinctively moved up to touch the metal adorning your neck. It was horribly constricting, and it used to hurt in the beginning too. It still did, but you had kind of gotten used to it.

“Or would you want to lose the cuff on your ankle? That would make your futile attempts to escape easier, wouldn’t it?”

The cuff on your ankle wasn’t attached to anything at the moment, but he never let you take it off either. It was convenient for him, in the way that he could fasten it up to whatever he wanted, and that it also served as a constant reminder to you of your own powerlessness.

Yet, when you looked down at the cold metal harshly gripping your ankle, your gaze was blank. What do I want?

You think you used to want to run, but…now you can’t see the point. Running will not help, because each time you have tried, he has caught in the blink of an eye, and each time he has caught you, he has made it hurt more than the last time. There is nowhere you can run where he won’t find you.

“No…” You whispered, curling up in his arms and trying to make yourself as small as possible.

“What’s that?” he asked, even though you know he heard you perfectly, “Did my belladonna say she doesn’t want to run?”

You shook your head slowly, and Dazai smirked. Forcefully gripping your chin with one hand, he turned your head to face him, “So, what do you want?”

You fumbled frantically through your head for the right answer, something that would satisfy him. You know there’s something specific he wants you to say. You also know what happens if you don’t say it.

“Y-you. I want…to be with you.”

He smiles and pushes your head down to rest on his shoulder as a lone tear leaks from your eye. Then he places a gentle kiss on your forehead.

“Good girl.”

Long black hair ? Anime men ? Kinda cold or crazy ? Boom I simp.

Silco's genuine smiles

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

How Rewarding (Hizashi Yamada x fem reader)

I completed some difficult tasks recently and felt we all could use a little reward for our hard work. My boy Zashi needed some love so, I hope you enjoy the quickie! 

(Posted with permission) Art by the amazing https://monouchro.me/ go look at all their stuff and give them endless love ladkjf;laj.  ———————————————————————————————————- Warning: One “Daddy,” smut. “I’m so proud of you,” Hizashi whispers, smiling against your skin as he peppers it with little kisses and love bites. The second you told him you’d completed your task, he made quick work of your clothing; stripping each piece of cumbersome fabric before lavishing you with praise and worship.   

“Th-thank ah~ you,” your nails dig meekly into the lean muscle of his back, something to ground you as his ministrations threaten to send your head spinning. 

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“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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