[anakin X Reader X Obi-wan]

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

"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 ❤)

Pairing: Enji Todoroki x Fem!Reader

Rating: Explicit, 18+ Only

Word Count: 6.6k

Warnings: authority/power-play, boss/employee relationship, age-gap, size difference/size kink, public heavy petting/fingering, rough sex, desk sex, praise kink, use of “good girl,” light choking/breath play, hand pressed over reader’s mouth, hair pulling, creampie (Enji is implied to be divorced, no cheating) trapped in an elevator for a while, so warnings for claustrophobia and elevators in general. 

A/N: Special thanks to @whats-her-quirk​ and @titan-fodder​ for reading over this bad boy, and extra special thanks to my power going out right as I was excited to post this. God how I’ve missed Endeavor. One horny thought turned into over 6k. Enjoy ❤️

Endeavor’s name and presence is all over his hero agency. On every letterhead, blazing neon red letters on the front of the building, on company sweatshirts and stamps, email signatures, and even every pen and notepad. Yet the man himself is hardly ever seen.

Working directly for the titular hero of the agency as his senior support staff means that you see him more than most, and even still, his flaming body is a rarity to you.

So it’s a shock to see him in the elevator this morning, fire extinguished due to the spacial hazard. He’s dressed casually, white dress shirt and navy trousers. It’s too early for his hero duties to begin, the clock having not yet struck 9 a.m.

“Good morning,” you whisper with your eyes averted; his proximity always makes you anxious.

“Morning.”

He greets you with a curt nod as you step into the elevator from the parking garage floor.

Your first instinct is to press yourself to the farthest wall away from him. There’s an obstacle, however, one of his many sidekicks already twiddling his thumbs with worriment against the right wall. Endeavor stands in the back left corner, arms crossed, muscles bulging. You stick to the front of the car, leaning against the cool wall near the control panel.

The top-most floor is where you’re headed—same as your boss.

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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​

obi wan smut where the reader is inexperienced bc she thought the code demanded it and obi wan is Not Inexperienced and she’s embarrassed that she doesn’t know what she’s doing and obi wan reassures her and is also lowkey like “don’t be embarrassed it’s really hot that i’m the only one that knows how to pleasure you” ANYWAY uuuh if you don’t wanna write this i understand lol hope you’re doing well bestie -🦎

Oh my god this is burned into my brain, yes I’d love to write this 💖 thanks for the request love! Also i definitely got carried away with this oops but ive decided to make a part 2 to this i hope you dont mind. I’ll make it worth the wait pinky promise!

The Lesson (Part 1)

Warnings- Obi-Wan fucks and we all know it, fluff kinda, thigh riding, oral (F receiving), Fingering, innocence kink, Virgin!Reader just living the dream

Word count- 3,104

This is unedited cause tbh im lazy and i just write however i want

You couldn’t pin point exactly when the air had shifted between you and your Master. There was always the flirtatious bickering, pet names, longing glances, even some fleeting touches from time to time... but this time felt different. It felt heavy, like a thick cloud of smoke circling around you both whenever you were together.

The two of you were currently sat in an empty training room, working on your meditation. You had tried to keep your mind blank but you’re mind was reeling at the thought of the man sat beside you. You knew it was wrong. The jedi code strictly forbids attachments, yet here you were, gaze transfixed on the man that sat across from you. You took in every detail of his beautifully aged face. You wanted to trace each one of his features with the tip of your finger. His lips looking the softest. Honestly, you just wanted to touch all of him but seeing as the code wont allow it and you wouldn’t know what you’re doing anyways, you push those fantasies away. “Some people find it rude to stare, little bird.” His soft voice awoke you from your trance. His eyes were still closed meaning he sensed your gaze through the force. The thought of him catching you staring sent a jolt of embarrassment through your entire being. Heat immediately flooded to your cheeks as you stuttered out an apology, trying to ignore the way the pet name made you feel. “S-sorry Master I didn’t mean to.” He hummed in response keeping his eyes closed and staying in his meditative state. “Something on your mind?” He asks. With how kind spoken and caring he was toward you, it definitely didn’t help the waves of longing and want that washed over you. You contemplated his question for a second. You really wanted his help and his advice but at the same time you were scared if you admitted to whatever was going on inside your head, he’d be upset, ashamed, or even worse disappointed in you as his padawan. You took a deep breath before finally answering. “Actually yes.” You croaked out. More embarrassment filled you as your voice cracked. He barely opens one eye to peak over at you, noticing your nervous tone he opens both his eyes giving you his full attention. “Go on padwan, tell me. Its okay. This is a sacred space and its just you and me here.” He says giving you a warm smile. Kriff. That didnt help the nerves at all. You were about to admit your shameful feelings in a holy room. Where other jedi had learned and trained. You were feeling shameful by the second. You cleared your throat letting your eyes wander over the training room not wanting to meet his gaze. “I-Im conflicted master,” you started, waiting for him to scold you for letting your emotions fog your brain, but the scolding never came. Only another hummed response for you to continue. You sigh glancing down at your hands that were on your lap as you shamefully admitted your guilt. “I know as jedi we aren’t supposed to form attachments but what happens if we cant help it? We weren’t taught how to hide those feelings or to ignore them. We were just kinda told not to have them. It’s easier to ignore the feelings of hate. To not let it consume you but... what about desire?” Your voice was low as you spoke, but loud enough for him to hear. He kept quiet for a second as he processed your words watching you fidget with your robe. The silence killed you but before you could try to change the subject he let out a small chuckle to your surprise. Your head shot up to look at him. He had the softest grin on his face. “Thats whats got you so worked up lately?” He asks letting out another chuckle. You felt more heat find its way up to your neck and cheeks leaving you redder than before. It took everything in you to not run out of the room and back into your quarters. He quickly clears the laughter from his throat taking notice of your panicked expression. “I apologize darling I don’t mean to laugh, I was just worried something bad happened or you were being tempted by the dark side.” He states giving you another genuine smile. You tilted your head in confusion. Isnt desire being tempted by the dark side? You thought. As if he read your mind, he quickly reassures you. “Desire is normal. Its whether or not you let it control you. Jedi are technically allowed to have attachments. Plenty do actually.”

You couldnt fully understand what he was trying to say. “How can they have attachments and not go darkside?” You asked with another tilt of your head. He sighs trying to find a right way to explain it. He uncrosses his legs, finding a more relaxed way to sit and pats the spot next to him. Your tummy fluttered at his invitation and crawled over to sit next to him. Your blush worsened, at the realization of how close the two of you were, your thighs were touching. If he noticed he didn’t mention it. Instead he continued his explanation. “The reason those jedi don’t fall into the darkside is because they don’t let possession over power them. You see its not that attachments are forbidden, its possession. If you let things like desire or love control your decision making then that makes you dangerous.” He hums resting a hand on your own resting on your lap. You stared down at his hand for a second before shyly looking up at him. “So... as long as I dont let it control me... its okay?” You asked making sure you understand. He smiled nodding. “Like I said my dear, its normal.” He confirmed. You let his words sink in and couldn’t help but give a shy smile back to him. “So who’s caught your eye padawan?” He asks, an emotion you couldnt decipher flashed across his face but it was gone as soon as it came. Your eyes widen as you stared up at him, panic and embarrassment filling your chest once more. “W-what? Nobody!” You defended quicker than you intended. He let out a hearty laugh. The sound made your stomach flutter and your thighs tighten together as you watched his Adams apple bob-up and down with the sound. You prayed to the maker that he hadn’t noticed the subtle movement of your legs but the galaxy isn’t on your side right now. He glances down at your thighs from the movement, also taking note of how his had hadn’t left yours. You watch as it clicks in his head. He glances back up at you and raises an eyebrow. Just when you think you couldn’t be more embarrassed. “Oh really?” He hums in a teasing tone, taking your hand and pulling it up to his lips pressing the softest kiss to your knuckles. Your breath hitched at the action. “You sure about that my dear?” He teases once more. You couldnt help but turn your head away from him, feeling sheepish that he had caught you and also for pressing his soft pink lips to the skin of your knuckles. You could feel how his lips formed with the ridges of the bone. He pulls away only to use his other hand to gently hold your face, turning it to face him again. His touch just as kind and gentle as he is. “Don’t be embarrassed little dove. Im actually flattered. In fact, You’ve managed to catch my eye as well.” He smiled leaning in. His lips pressed themselves gently to your cheek. The scruff of his beard tickling your skin forcing you to let out a girlish giggle. The sound only made him smile more. In a quick second he moves both his hands to your hips, picking you up and setting you atop one of his thighs. The movement alone set your body ablaze. All you wanted was him. Right now. Glancing at his lips you slowly leaned in. He met you halfway finally doing what you’ve always dreamt about. Pressing his lips to yours. You melted immediately into the kiss. You let out a soft sigh, giving him the chance to sneak his tongue in and fully tasting you. Your tongues slowly danced with one another for what felt like an hour. You both savored each others taste, soft hums and sighs leaving both of you. You moved your mouth in tandem with his, the act alone felt unbelievably erotic. You’ve kissed before but it was never like this. In all honesty after this, you weren’t even sure if your previous experiences counted as real kisses. You were so lost in the moment that you hadn’t noticed your hips subconsciously rocking themselves on his thigh. You let out a soft whimper when he pulled away. He let out a grunt from the movement. His grip on your hips tightened, not enough to hurt but enough to stop your ministrations. Your head was still dizzy from the kiss that you moved your hands to grip his shoulders.

“W-woah.” You panted softly. He grins reaching up brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “I’ve never done anything like that before.” You admitted. Your blush coming back when you realized the dampness you felt between your legs. You instantly regret what you said once you saw his expression. He looked down at you with furrowed brows. As if he was putting something together. “You never kissed anyone?” He asked his voice showing slight bewilderment. “No I have... but not... like that.” You explained. He let out a soft ‘oh’ in understanding. The room fell silent for a few minutes before he asked you something you were nervous to answer. “Have you had sex before?” He hummed. You waited a minute before shaking your head in shame. Great just great. Now that he knows you’re a damn virgin he’s gonna leave. He is gonna want someone more experienced. Your negative thoughts flew out the window when you felt him guide your hips on his thigh again. A moan immediately left your lips at the slight pressure applied to your clothed pussy. He hummed in approval and looked at you with a devastatingly handsome smirk you’ve never seen before. You could dream of that face for the rest of your days. “Would you like to?” He asks rubbing gentle circles with his thumbs on your hips, still helping you grind his thigh. You could feel your arousal pool even more through your trousers and onto his own. “Y-you’re not d-disappointed or upset?” You stuttered out trying to focus on forming a sentence rather than the hard on that formed in his own trousers. You felt it brush against your thigh with each grind and roll of your hips. The thought of him being turned on by the situation made you see stars. “Why would I be upset or disappointed?” He hums leaning down to kiss along your neck. You mewled, starting to move your hips on your own. “Cause I’m not experienced and you are... I just wouldn’t know how to please you like other girls would.” You mumbled, your embarrassment and nerves surfacing through your voice. He smiles against your throat before pulling away to look at you. “

“I don’t care that your inexperienced darling, I find it arousing actually, that i get to be the first and only one to pleasure you.” He hums giving you a harsh rock of your hips against his thigh just to prove his point. You weren’t sure if the gasp that left your lips was because of the sudden friction to your clit or to the possessiveness to his words but either way you were putty in his hands. “Besides, I can teach you. You’re a very quick learner.” He smirks continuing to watch your face contort in pleasure as you rode his thigh. Fuck he really knew what he was doing. “What do you say Sweetheart? Wanna quick lesson in pleasure?.” You groan nodding furiously at his words. “Please.” You whined, starting to feel something strange in your abdomen. It was pushing and pulling like tidal waves. You needed more. You had started to ground yourself down onto him hoping to chase the crash of those waves. Before you could even get close he lifted you off him with a grunt, a needy whine from you, he laid you down on your back the training mat hovering over you. “Don’t worry sweetheart, Im gonna make you feel real good. You just lay back and relax.” He hums attaching his lips to your neck again. This time giving soft nips and kitten licks. You could definitely relax like this. This was better than any type of meditation. You felt one of his hands softly caress its way up from your hip to your breast, giving it a firm but gentle squeeze. You whine, pushing your chest put more to encourage him more. He continued pressing open mouthed kisses along your neck, and tenderly groping every part of your body he could with his free hand. Before you knew it, he was untying your robe and stripping you of your pants leaving you bare to him except for your undergarments. You suddenly became self conscious as he stared down at your partly nude form. Your hands coming up to awkwardly lay on your chest, trying to be subtle as you hid from him. He carefully takes your wrists in his hands, pulling them away from your chest. “Dont be shy darling. You’re beyond beautiful. Utterly perfect and glowing.” He smiles leaning down barely pressing his lips to the top of your right breast. You keened at his words. “Please. Take me Obi Please.” You begged, your voice coming out a little more desperate than intended. He chuckled lowly at your eagerness. “Calm down my love. We’ll get there.” The new nickname had your heart soaring. He’d never used that one on you before and you think it might be a new favorite.

He continued kissing along your collarbone and over your breasts. His mouth feeling like a furnace against your skin. Tracing his lips over your nipple, flicking his tongue on the hardening bud before taking it in his mouth. His free hand tenderly massaging your other breast before switching to give them the same treatment. You were a panting mess, lifting your hand to his hair and tugging gently, desperate for more of his touches. His kisses and nips become bolder as he leaves your breast to kiss down towards your stomach. He left a particularly gentle kiss right above the hem of your soaked panties before pulling them off. Your breathing quickened once you realized what he was planning to do. Any insecure thought you had flew out of your mind as he hums appreciatively at the site before him. “I just wanna taste you.” He said quietly almost as if he was saying it to himself. He leans forward licking a long stripe up your slit, testing the waters. A shattered sigh left your lips at the feeling. Pleased with your reaction he dives in, dipping his tongue into your soaked folds. He devoured you like he had never tasted anything like you before. Tasting any slick that seeped from you, his nose nudging against your clit just enough to leave you dangling on the edge. You whined and moaned for him reaching one of your hands to tangle in his hair. The action only served to spur him on. He pushes his tongue into your entrance, seeking out more of your taste. You suddenly became aware through your lust hazed fog that you were grinding on his face. He moans appreciatively, pulling away only for a split second to gently suck on your clit. You cried out for him, words bubbling themselves out of your mouth. “F-fuck, ObiWan- I- Please!” You groan not completely sure what you were begging for but he seemed to understand. He kept his lips latched around your clit, you didn’t even notice him move one of his hands until you felt a finger push inside you. The foreign feeling of one of his digits actually inside you left you speechless. All you could do was lay there and grind your hips on him taking whatever pleasure he gave you. Slowly he added a second finger, pushing both of them in and out of you, letting you get used to the feeling before deciding he needed a change of pace. He moves his fingers in a certain way, almost as if they formed a come hither motion. His mouth on your clit sucking with more intention and vigor. A wanton moan left your lips and you gripped his hair tighter. You’d worried you had hurt him if not for the delicious moan that went straight to your core. He quickens his pace, adding just the right amount of pressure to that spot inside you. It seemed that was the tipping point for you. Those waves you were desperate to chase earlier finally crashed over you, sending small shocks throughout your entire body. The feeling felt like it lasted longer than it should’ve with the help of your skilled Master. He eased his fingers out of you, his tongue still giving your clit kitten licks to ease the aftershock before finally pulling away fully with that devilish smirk plastered on his face. “How was that Sweetheart?” He teased, his beard glistening with your juices. Your mind was blank, still seeing flashes of white behind your eyes as you tried to form a sentence. “G-good. Fuck that was good. Way better than meditation.” You said catching your breath. He chuckled giving you a minute before, helping you up, getting your clothes and helping you get dressed. You would’ve been embarrassed at your still wet thighs if it weren’t for the next thing that left his extraordinary lips. “Why don’t we finish this in my quarters.” He hums as he adjusts the now obvious tent in his pants. You couldnt help but keep your gaze on his clothed member. “Finish?” You stutter out, Your voice cracking a bit. “You didn’t think i was done with you did you little bird?” He quirks a brow at you, his pupils blown with lust. You couldn’t help the excitement that rose in your belly, nor the smile that graced your lips.

(Second part here!)

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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Take Flight [Yandere Nikolai Gogol x Reader]

Title: Take Flight [Yandere Nikolai Gogol x Reader]

Synopsis: You’re a fantastic actress when you’re on the stage. But your captor isn’t fooled when there’s no stage magic to hide your real feelings.

For request: request for anything with BSD!Gogol please!

Word Count: 1772

notes: Yandere, kidnapped, noncon implications, implied torture/physical abuse

You look so beautiful when you’re immobile. Especially when you don’t know what you’ve done to deserve it, when your eyes are widened in fear, your mouth whimpering behind the tight cloth gag; your mind no doubt racing, searching for what you’ve done and why this is happening.

You look especially beautiful when he opens his coat and pulls out a few tools. He deliberately lays the hammer on the far end of the table, next to your feet. Now that makes you beautiful, as you cry out as much as possible behind the gag, some drool making its way past the increasingly soaked cloth your chin. Your muffled “no” is music.

He hates to clip your wings like this. But it’s only temporary. And, really, you’ve brought it upon yourself. Not by acting up–oh, no, definitely not that. He smiles to himself as he thinks about what a good birdie you’ve been lately. How obedient. How submissive. How sweet.

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got a doctors note it says i have to fuck that old man. severely.

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

The Mr. Yamada tho ♡♡♡♡

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

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

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He thinks about it more often than he should.

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

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

Such a good girl. So genuine. So pure.

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

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

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

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

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

He gets so close but then-

The bell.

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

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

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

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

i think the hottest look you can give someone after they commit acts of unspeakable violence is approval. like don't get me wrong if there's lust there too that's great, but staring at someone with gore dripping down their chin and coating their hands to the wrists with undisguised appraisal and admiration. maybe giving them a little nod as if to say 'well done'. THAT'S what says "yeah we're gonna fuck nasty later".