There Was A Mouse In The House

I'm almost done with two mods, just need to take some screenshots and post them. But my mind seized upon an idea that just would not leave me alone until it was made real.

I had to get the devil's slutty, slutty forearms out.

I just pray I don't get banned from Tumblr for posting such obscenity.

Three's A Crowd

Summary: Hawks wants to have a threesome and you can't say no.

♡ A very late fic for a collab that my discord group hosted ♡

Warnings: Heavy noncon, threesomes, bondage, breeding kink?, forced pregnancy, size differences, daddy kink, toxic relationship, yandere themes, scumbag!Hawks, reader is fem in this

You sit at the kitchen table quietly while Hawks rambles about his day of shitty villains and annoying bosses. A little bit of time has passed since he ripped you away from your old life and you have already unwillingly settled down in this new one.

“(Y/n)?” You snap out of your trance and see Hawks staring at you intently much to your discomfort.

You blink a few times, “yeah?”

“I was wanting to ask you something,” he says and you feel your appetite completely dissipate.

Oh god, what now? He never says anything good when he acts like this....

“I was thinkin,” he taps his fingers on the wooden table, “what would you think about me bringing another man home?”

You stare with mouth agape as your mind does a double take. You almost think you misheard him, there's no way he actually means what you think he means, right?

He quickly tries explaining himself, “okay that didn't sound right. I meant like, what if I brought a guy home for us to have some fun with? Like a threesome? God, I’m doin' such a bad job trying to ask this, aren’t I?”

He gives you a lopsided grin and you just stare blankly back, still unable to form words. You never thought in a million years he would bring someone into the relationship, much less another man, even if it is for just one night. You didn't even know he was into guys, but then again looking back at old conversations, maybe it's not that surprising.

“So does that sound nice?” Hawks asks and you finally speak.

“I thought I was yours?" You quietly respond and he seems taken back. As if he hasn’t spent many nights growling possessive words into your ear as he makes you cum over and over.

“Well, you are mine," he says with a chuckle, “but I was thinkin' it would be fun to bring another member to the party. So?”

You roughly swallow. He isn’t really asking, he never does, he suggests things and then pesters you until you say yes. He only “asks” to give himself the illusion that you’re a willing precipitant in this whole thing he calls a relationship.

“Who would you even get? I mean, wouldn’t most people be concerned if they saw me? You know....” You start to drift off, debating if finishing your sentence is really worth it.

"Why would they be concerned?" He quirks an eyebrow, the way he plays dumb making you question if he is being genuine.

"Y-You know, with me being kidnapped?" You squeak out the last part and Hawks instantly shifts his tone, eyes narrowing and feathers bristling. He hates it when you say that he kidnapped you, thinking the word makes him sound like a villain, which you suppose he is, but he would rather swallow nails than admit that.

“Well I didn’t kidnap you, now did I, babe." He punctuates the last word in a way that has you cringing into your seat. “So no need to worry about that. Besides, I found someone ahead of time who has agreed and knows the rules that I’d have.”

“You...got someone already?"

“Yeah! I figured that I should have someone ready since it’s kind of obvious you would say yes.” He says in a condescending tone and you start to interrupt.

"But I didn’t-”

He quickly shoves himself in, “I know you’re shy sweetheart, but I also know you like to have fun. So why not have double the fun, huh?”

He gives you a flirty look which only brings the opposite affect he most likely hoped for. As always, there isn’t a choice here, so you just give a short answer of agreement and go into a silence. Hawks beams with excitement, the rigidness from your earlier words gone.

After a few minutes, your curiosity makes you speak up, “is he attractive?”

“Umm,” Hawks trails off in thought, scrunching up his face before slowly nodding, “yeah....I think he is.”

“You don’t sound to certain about that,” you say dryly and he only laughs.

“Look, he’s a very rugged looking man. He has gone through some shit with the scars and all that, but that’s what makes him hot!” As Hawks gives another detail, you run through all the people he could be talking about, but come up blank.

“A rugged man, huh?” You mummer more to yourself. You should have figured that was his type with the actors and heroes he’s complimented. “What about personality? Like is he very charismatic? More to himself? Is he even a hero?”

“Uh he’s definitely more to himself, like I said, I doubt he’s even going to say yes. But at the same time, I just get a gut feeling he is secretly a kinky guy.” Hawks states before taking a few gulps from his drink. 

You frown at the way he dodged the last question so you try again, “is he a hero?”

Hawks shrugs before giving you a wink, “can’t give too much away, that’ll ruin the surprise.”

A thick silence falls over you both, but as much as you feel an urge to throw up, you stay silent. He never listens to you anyways...

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Hawks clearly was ecstatic about you ultimately saying yes, most likely because he expected you to be more stubborn about it than you were. So ecstatic in fact, he completely bypassed you meeting the other man and decided in two nights from that dinner was gonna be the night to have the threesome.

“Is it too tight?” Hawks asks, his thumb gently rubbing your cheek. You slightly tug at the soft material wrapped snug around your wrist, shaking your head no. “Good.”

“Hawks?”

“Yeah baby?”

You squirm a little more, “do I have to have a blindfold on?”

You hear him let out a hum while he pets your head, “do you want it on?”

You take a moment to decide on if it really matters, but then again he’s in a good mood so it should be fine, so you shake your head no again. He’s quiet for a moment before you hear that familiar smug chuckle.

“Well, I’m sure you’ll be fine. Besides! This is supposed to be a surprise, remember?”

You don’t remember him saying anything about being blindfolded for the guest, only that he got too excited to care about letting you meet them, but you keep that to yourself and mutter out an ‘okay’.

“Now, I don’t know how rough he will be, but I'm assuming he isn’t one for being soft. So if it becomes too much at any point, I’ll make sure to get him away, okay?” The words make you sweat and your stomach twist despite him assuring you that nothing will go too far.

You know how rough Keigo can get, but you also know how possessive he is, and how much he hates seeing you disrespected by other people, especially men.

“I love you,” he says against your lips.

“I-I love you too.”

“I’m gonna go get something, okay?” He suddenly tells you and you hear him start to walk away.

“Oh okay,” you nervously reply and swallow hard when you hear the door shut.

The silence is overbearing along with the loneliness, it making butterflies swarm in your gut as you begin to squirm. Thousands of thoughts seem to go through your mind, many grueling over the amount of things that could go wrong even with all the reassurance Hawks has given you.

The click of a door closing alerts you and you become still, a part of you thinking you imagined it from how quiet it was. You pull against your restraints, craning your head up and tuning in to the noise around you, only to be met with emptiness.

"H-Hawks?" You softly call out, heart thrumming as doubt creeps into your mind. Nothing seems to be happening even though you swear you heard someone come in.

A calloused hand runs along your thigh making you let out a small yelp, “Hawks? Is that you?”

“It’s alright, relax for me baby.” You hear the hero coo at you, easing the tension some.

“Hawks, I don’t know if I wanna do this.”

Silence. It makes you squirm as eyes seem to be boring into you, drinking up your exposed body and making your anxiety worse.

You hate this, you regret ever letting him bully you into this.

Suddenly you feel his hand slowly run up your body, fingertips tracing your skin like he’s memorizing you. You can't help to note that his hands feel a little rougher than usual, but it's most likely just your brain being all jumpy.

You whimper out his name in a desperate manner when his hand clasps around your throat, it then moving to caress your face. His thumb traces your bottom lip for a moment before he pulls away. And soon you feel the bed dip, a heavy weight now rested between your legs.

“Where's the other person? Did he not show?" The words slip out shaky, clearly hoping that they chickened out.

"Oh don't worry baby bird, he's here," Hawks says before you feel a weight now resting beside you. You gasp as you realize the man swinging your legs over his shoulders isn’t who you think it is.

Hands are roaming your body, groping whatever they can while sloppy kisses are peppered on your breast and inner thighs, as if they’re worshipping every detail of your flesh.

A breathless whine escapes from your throat when the strangers tongue drags along your slit, his face rough against your plush thighs. You wonder for a split second if he has some kind of scars or stubble. Of course, that train of thought is quickly forgotten as the stranger starts to eat you up vigorously. Lapping up your juices and burying his face into your sex like it's his last meal on earth.

Meanwhile Hawks peppers sweet kisses along your jaw, hands trailing down to pinch your nipples while soft praises fall from his lips.

“You look so perfect like this,” he coos into your ear, “makes me a lil jealous that I'm not the one getting a good meal.”

"Ah~ Hawks,” you try to form words, but they all seem to jumble together. While Hawks has always been good at giving head, it's never been like now.

The stranger feels more in charge, moving his tongue with precision yet rough and demanding, instead of being messy and impatient like Hawks. You have no idea just how many times he’s done this, but he is clearly more experienced.

“Is she always this loud?” You hear a gruff voice say, two thick fingers prodding your entrance before pushing inside, stretching you out in the most delicious way. “Or does she just like the thought of being used by another man? One that she doesn't even know.”

“Oh I'm not sure, which is it, baby?” Keigo mockingly asks, both of their smugness making you start to squirm in embarrassment.

“I’m not-" It's all so humiliating and you want to deny it all, but your mind can barely focus on anything. Everything is crashing down on you, hands roaming your body and lips smooshed against your own and you feel yourself being suffocated by them.  

Thick fingers skillfully play your body with ease, hitting a spot inside you that makes you see stars as he latches his lips around your puffy clit to harshly suck. It makes you cry out, but you're not sure what name to say, so you decide to choose the one you know.

However, the stranger doesn’t seem to like that and you feel him pull away, a second of relief turning into a sharp squeal as he brings his hand down on your pussy. It makes a spike of hot pleasure shoot through you and you hear Hawks sharply inhale.

“I don’t want to hear that name, he’s not the one making you feel this good. Understand?” He sternly tells you and you shake your head yes.

You jerk as he slaps your pussy again, a tearful whine escaping you as your chest heavily pants and your body shakes.

“Use your words, princess. And make sure to call my name like a good girl or else I’m gonna have to get rough.”

You thickly swallow, he's already getting mean so you'd hate to see what he thinks rough is. But you're mind starts to scramble to find what he could be talking about, he hasn't given an name or really any hint, so you just go with a title Hawks adores.

“Y-Yes daddy."

You hear him let out an hum, "good girl."

His mouth goes back to slurping up your juices, fingers digging into your plush thighs to keep you still.

You hate how good he makes you feel, how those simple words have you melting into a puddle, that desire to keep being his good girl. You hate it all yet a part if you doesn't want it to stop.

And surprisingly, the winged hero seems to agree and captures your mouth in a needy kiss, tongues messily clashing together.

“You're so fucking cute, wish I had thought of this sooner.” He says, his voice just as breathless as yours.

You only let out a pathetic mewl, feeling yourself getting closer and closer to your peak, which Hawks seems to pick up on.

“Do you wanna cum, pretty girl?” His voice is soft yet a sense of taunting coats it, but you don’t care and just want to finish.

“Yes please,” you whine out and crane your head making your lips brush against his.

"So polite, I’m guessing you trained her well?” You hear the man between your legs comment and Keigo gives a teasing chuckle.

“Mhm, she was a fast learner though. Weren’t you, princess?”

You shake your head, that familiar icky sensation crawling up your spine. You hate being treated like this, you hate how dehumanizing it is and how there is nothing you can do about it. You already seem to be enjoying yourself, so you denying only has them snickering at your shallow attempt.

"She won't admit it, but she's really just a slut in the end," his words stab through you yet he only keeps going. "You should have seen how excited she was to do this. Such a greedy slut, one man just wasn't enough for her."

"That's not true-Mphm!" Keigo swallows up your words, smooshing his lips against yours while he grips the back of your head tightly.

You moan into the heated kiss as your stuffed with a third finger, squelching noises filling up the room as they're pumped in and out of you. By the time he pulls away to start trailing his mouth down to your chest, your lips are aching from how rough he became.

You feel tears prick at your eyes, everything becoming stuffy and hot, making you become desperate to get this over with. Yet you crave the sweet release that feels like it’s right at your fingertips.

“D-daddy, I'm gonna cum,” you start to babble without thought and he only seems to get hungrier.

"Then cum," he growls, "you have daddy's permission, kitten."

You can't help, but let out a light sob as it all becomes too much. Hot pleasure burning in your tummy as a knot tightens, coiling to the point of it being uncomfortable.

“P-Please, it’s too much, I can’t Daddy-” You only hear his deep groan, his hand leaving your cunt to be replaced with his tongue. And the vibrations rippling through you makes you buck against his face and cry out.

You hear Hawks softly hush you, nuzzling against your cheek lovingly, “it’s okay, you can cum. Be a good girl and cum all over his face.”

You don't know why, but hearing those words tips you over the edge, the coiled knot snapping and your orgasm finally washes over you. Your back arches as a cry is ripped from your throat, eyes rolling back in bliss while you ride out the climax.

Your body trembles while your chest rises up and down in shallow breaths, your mind floating along, a voice cooing over you fading into the background. However, your attention comes back to the present when you feel something hot and heavy on your tummy.

“Give me a second, I wanna get her out of these restraints first,” you hear Hawks say and you instantly sigh in relief when you feel the tight silk leave.

You wince at how much your arms ache and wrists sting, it surly leaving a bruise in the morning. But you don’t have time to dwell on that as your manhandled around like a rag doll. Someone pulling you against them and you assume it's the stranger as your hands run over his hairy chest, Hawks shifting to be behind you.

“Come here pretty baby,” he says and drags you back to him, snatching your wrists when you try taking off the blindfold. “Ah! Not yet, just a lil' longer.”

You start to complain until a sharp gasp is ripped from your throat, something pushing into your tight hole while calloused hands spread your legs more open. Even with being prepped, it’s a lot to take in, but luckily he doesn’t rush and gives small thrusts to help you adjust.

“It’s too much,” You choke out, leaning your head back onto Hawks shoulder, squirming in his grasp as the man just keeps going.

“Look at that, he’s only half way in and you’re already a mess.” Only half way in? “Come on, she won’t break. You can be rougher than that.”

You start to frantically shake your head, pleading for him not to and to slow down, but to your dismay you only hear the other man agree. Pushing into you more and more, the way he feels like he’s splitting you in half makes your mind go blank.

“Theeere we go, all the way in now,” Hawks purrs, peppering your neck in kisses as a way to calm you. His hand comes down to rub your belly, “how does it feel baby?”

You can barely form words, the guy is almost just as thick as Hawks, but with much more length. It fills you up to the very brim, his heavy cock buried deep in your guts making drool leak down your chin.

“H-He’s too big,” you stutter out the words making the man chuckle and Hawks groan.

“Stop fucking teasing and just fuck her already,” he suddenly snaps and the man lightly scoffs, mummering out something you don't pick up before dragging his hips back then snapping them forward.

You let out a squeal as he buries his length deep inside in one thrust. Hawks keeps you secured tight in his grip when you slightly thrash. The man wastes no time getting rough, harsh slaps of skin hitting skin echoing out and his fingers dig into your ass to keep you somewhat still.

“I think it’s time to get that blindfold off.”

Light shines in your eyes and you blink a couple of times, disoriented and surprised to finally see who it is.

Thick, black locks cascade down his shoulders and frames his face, tired eyes with a deep scar under one staring right back at you. You recognize that the man fucking you is none other than the underground hero, Eraserhead.

Your stomach rolls, a fresh batch of hot tears pouring down your face as you suddenly feel the urge to throw up. Everything is spinning and you soon forget everything leading up to this moment, only focused on the morbidity of the situation. The signs were there, Hawks talking to you about the one time he got to team up with him. He would bring it up more often than he would with any other hero and every time he held a sweet and fond tone.

Yet you refuse to believe it, it can’t be, another hero? He’s supposed to be helping you, that's why he's a hero, right? Why isn’t he helping, why-

“You look so cute like this, kitten. All wide eyed while you’re fucked out of your mind.” Eraserhead gives a mocking grin, that same look you see in Hawks eyes in his and it makes you sick.

You want to scream, to claw at him and get them away, but you can only moan as he picks up the pace. Hawks hand slips down to rub at your overstimulated clit making you cry harder, fat tears blurring your vision.

“You’re so loud, baby bird.”

“She's just a dumb crybaby, isn't she?”

"Mhm, she can't help, but go stupid when her cute lil' pussy is stuffed with cock.”

“Adorable."

"The cutest crybaby I've ever seen."

“S-Stop-” You choke out, your voice cracking as you struggle to keep your eyes open. They don’t mean it, they just see you as a pet, a plaything to mock with malicious praise. You should have known the guest wouldn't be a civilian or a sleazy villain, it was just another hero no better than scum. They’re all just like him-

“But princess, you’re enjoying yourself so much,” Hawks purrs into your ear, playing with your tits while the other hero hits deep inside you.

“I wonder if I brought more people over she would like that. Get passed around like a braindead slut.” Eraserhead muses and he clicks his tongue.

“Oh I think she would.” He whispers the words into your ear, his voice low and hoarse. "Wouldn't you?"

Your stomach twists at the thought, "No! P-Please, just stop!"

The fucking bastard actually looks shocked at your outburst, but it goes away quickly and he's pushing your legs up to have your thighs squished against your chest. You cry out at the new angle and he only snaps his hips faster, some how feeling like he's hitting deeper inside you.

“Fuck, your body is saying something else kitten, fucking got me in a vice grip. Keep it up and I'm not gonna last much longer.”

Hawks lets out a small groan at his words, “just finish already, fucking cum inside her.”

Your eyes fly open wide, hands lunging out to push against Eraserheads chest, “no! Please no!”

Hawks took away any forms of birth control when he first kidnapped you and it’s some kind of miracle that he hasn’t gotten you pregnant despite how badly he wants to. But you have no idea if this man is the same way, if you’ll get just as lucky.

“No? But you’re makin’ him feel so good and you know how much I love sloppy seconds.” Hawks says, nipping at your ear and you can practically hear his grin as his voice drops for only you to hear. “I wanna see him stuff you, fucking dump his filthy load into your womb. Maybe he’ll even knock you up.”

You look at the raven haired hero, your face a mess and utter desperation in your voice, “please don’t! He took- I’m not on the pill!”

You see a flash of surprise goes through his eyes that ever so slightly widen, his hips stuttering for a second as he seems to hesitate. It's almost like he’s realizing that he wasn’t told the full truth of what was going to happen tonight. Hope builds up inside you, maybe he just didn’t know, maybe he’ll figure it out and save you!

Your stomach plummets as you see his lips tug into a sadistic grin, eyes boring into yours with deep malice, “then I guess you’ll have to carry my child.” 

Acidic tears flood your face, head falling back against Hawks shoulder in defeat.

“Shit, I'm gonna-” He suddenly chokes out, his eyebrows pinched as he fucks you harder, his grip on your love handles getting borderline painful. You feel a flicker of fight from the cold fear of him getting you pregnant and start to thrash, but Hawks keeps you secured and whispers filthy words as he watches the way Eraserheads cock thrusts in and out out of you.

You cry out as you feel a warmth spread inside you, the heroes groan mixing in with yours as he bottoms out inside you, dumping his load straight into your womb.

You become limp in Keigo's arms, body twitching as broken sobs tear through your chest. You feel utterly filthy, a mess of fluids leaking from your cunt and face burning hot from your tears, it makes you want to boil your skin until it melts off.

Your mind prickles as they try to coo over you again, Hawks petting your head and telling you how good you did as the other bastard rubs your belly. He says something about cleaning you up, but you can barely keep conscious enough to see what he’s doing. You just want to curl up in a ball and crumble away.

“Lay down baby,” Hawks says as he shifts you around, a sigh of relief leaving you at the cool silk sheets hitting your body. 

Exhaustion riddles you and you start to drift into an uneasy sleep, that is until your eyes snap open at the feeling of something pushing into your abused hole. 

“What are you doing,” you weakly protest, squirming away only for him to wrap an arm around you as he hikes up one of your legs.

“Shhh, it’s okay,” he easily slips in and wastes no time fucking you gently, “I just need some release, I feel like I'm about to fucking burst. Then you can sleep okay?”

You catch in the corner of your eyes the other hero leaning against the doorway, watching you yet making no effort to do anything, even though you can see the pity on his face.

“I think she needs a break,” he says to your surprise.

Hawks just huffs, "she’s fine. Aren't you baby bird?"

You let out a sniffle and turn your head slightly to lock eyes with Hawks, his pupils slivers and sweat coating his forehead. Yet he looks at you with utter adoration and a sadistic taunt, almost asking you to act up. And to save yourself from the roughness your exhausted body can't handle any more of, you just let out a meek 'yes'.

You never had much of a choice to begin with.

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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not now, kitten. daddy’s a shell of his former self

Prompt 13: “You don’t think I’d burn this entire country, just to keep you as mine?”

Pairing: Yandere!Endeavour x Fem!Reader

Words: 1.6k

Warning: 18+, minors dni // abusive behaviour (like… very abusive), angst, choking, dark themes, kidnapping, near-death experience, slight infantilization, suicidal ideation, victim-blaming, violence, yandere

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

yes yes yes i am all for this ♡

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

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

word count: 922

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You’re faltering.

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

You have thirty more laps before you can stop.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Innocence is wasted on idiots.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Private Lessons Part 3: Gratitude

Kinks: Bondage, oral sex, kitty pet name, DDLG (NOT ageplay), D/s dynamic

Okay, guys. This was a lot of work and I am super proud of it. Holy cow. I about cried when I finished. I’m so invested in this story that I commissioned the wonderful Cosmicacorasa to make the cover. Her drawing, my coloring, and another friend’s handwriting because mine is truly heinous.

I’ll be honest, I am now fully in love with this story since the interest made me want to really put my heart in it. I can’t promise this officially but I want to release a new chapter every two weeks, with tiny “extras” in between. 

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Private Lessons Part 3: Gratitude 

“Wouldn’t it be nice if you repaid my generosity?” 

Aizawa’s fingers gingerly caressed your cheek, leaving little jolts of electricity zipping down your sides. The affectionate gesture melted you, eyelids fluttering as the pleasant tingles sent goosebumps flashing across your skin. You turned and kissed his palm, nudging against it before staring up at him through your lashes.

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touch starved shigaraki who gets hard at the slightest brush of hands, at your thigh pressed against his on the couch, at the heat radiating off your body. touch starved shigaraki who can’t help it, he needs it, it’s all he can fucking think about, who loses all semblance of rational thought and restraint the instant your bare skin touches his, the instant your fingers run though his fluffy hair or your palm sits hot and heavy on his thigh or knee. touch starved shigaraki who becomes insatiable the moment you give him an ounce of affection. touch starved shigaraki who cums within seconds of you stroking his cock. touch starved shigaraki who wants more, more, more, who gets overwhelmed easily but is too stubborn to stop. touch starved shigaraki who’s growling at you through full body shudders and tears in his eyes to keep going, goddamn it, who just can’t seem to get enough, who seemingly has endless loads of cum, who can’t control himself, who pushes his hips against you and just humps whenever he can. touch starved shigaraki who wants your hands on him, his hands on you, at all times, even when it’s inappropriate—especially when it’s inappropriate. touch starved shigaraki who becomes obsessed with the idea of leaving marks—scratches, bite marks, bruises, hickeys—little visual reminders of his touch on your body, of your touch on his, proof of your combined presence. just touch starved shigaraki.

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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not now kitten, daddy has to write strange self indulgent fan fiction.