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✮Feathers at My Window.ᐟ

Summary: Hawks and Pro Hero Y/N have been secretly dating for a few months, their bond deepening beyond friendship. Trusting her completely, he shared his real name—but when she struggles to remember it, he takes it upon himself to ensure she never forgets again.

W.C: 1.2k

Disclaimers: Suggestive content, Mild sexual themes, Strong Language, Secret relationship, Sensory Details; Part 2 contains NSFW content 

Inspo from another Hawks writer @nakidoriii, thank you!❤︎

Like, comments, and feedback are appreciated!

You were lying in your bed, the room a comforting environment that always seemed to ease you at your best and worst times. The smell of your lavender-scented diffuser lingered in the air as you took a deep relaxing inhale through your nostrils. The bright moon filters through your blinds in the early hours of 1:47 AM.

Your arms were crossed under your head as you lay on your stomach. You really should sleep, you need to sleep. You have work in the morning, papers to check over and sign, missions to accept, and meetings to go to. But you couldn't, and you wouldn’t. For you and a very infamous avian hero had a very important meeting to attend to yall selves.

Right on cue, a feather-light rhythmic of knocks came to the glass of my balcony doors. My eyes snapped toward the source, excitement stirring in my chest. Without hesitation, I flipped the duvet aside, bare feet padding across the floor as I made my way toward the balcony.

Before my hand came near the curtains of the doors, my eyes once over myself as they caught sight of the body mirror in the corner of my room. 

My hair was styled in two messy twists that draped over my chest. A tank top clung to my skin like a second layer, the fabric stretched thin enough for my nipples to peek through, hardened from the cool air. Cotton shorts, soft and barely covering much, hugged my hips, riding up just enough to leave my ass teasingly exposed.

You and Hawks have been caught up in a secret relationship for what feels like ages—maybe four to six months—though you’ve lost track of time in the thrill of your hidden moments together. It all started when he first spotted you at a lively Hero Gala. The moment his bright golden eyes met yours, something sparked between you two, pulling him in. It wasn’t just your stunning looks that drew him; it was the way you carried yourself with such ease, the sweet sound of your laughter that filled the room, and so much more. From that very first conversation, everything changed, revealing a connection that felt meant to be.

Another light tap tapped against the glass, pulling you from your deep thoughts. You quickly raised your hand, drawing the curtains aside as they slid along the pole that held them up.

A blissful smile painted your facial features in an instant as you met those familiar golden eyes that seemed to glow in the darkness of the night. 

Hawks, your secret love; Hawks.

He was dressed in his hero uniform, his gloved hands pressed against the transparent barrier as he smiled brightly at you. He tilted his cute little head, mimicking a gesture for you to open the door. I hurriedly unlocked the doors and slid them open. Suddenly, he came crashing into you, nearly knocking both of you over.

“Hawks! Baby,” I exclaimed, as he started pampering your face with the gentlest of kisses. Wrapping my arms around his neck I quickly caught myself toppling over. “Stop it, dummy.” I declared but with no real force behind it. He chuckled as his arms, embraced around your waist, hugged tighter. He buried his head in the crook of your neck as he blissfully sighed. The warmth of it sent a chill down my spine.

“Gosh, I missed you.” You could feel a grin creep up his face after he said those words. My smile softened, pulling back so I could gaze into his eyes. “And you know I missed you too, right?” My thumb caressed his cheekbone as I held his face.

“Yeah,” He chuckled, his nose brushing mine “...I’m aware.” he continued, “But do you know one of the things I miss the most?” Hawks raised a thick brow, his smirk never faltering. I smile back as the nose brushing swiftly transitions to our foreheads resting against each other. “What?”

He tilted his head. “When you called me ‘Keigo’.”

My eyes opened from their closed state, drawing back from the embrace as I stared back at him. His chest rumbled as a series of chuckles left him. “Seriously, dove, either you don’t give to shits about my real name or you have a very bad memory.”

 I scoffed as I lightly shoved him, “Well, I swear it’s not the first reason.” I snickered, playfully rolling my eyes, “And it’s not my fault to call you by what everyone else does.” I bit back, “You only just told me your real name a month ago.” I slowly made my way over to my bed, sitting on a leg and the other lazily swung over the edge.

Hawks huffed out of amusement, evoking back on the time he shared his real name to her. Hawks soon shredded his jacket, and immediately I can feel my cheeks burning with an up rising lust. It was almost impossible how amazing -No, that’s an understatement- Incredibly amazing the way his abs looked in the moonlight. And that still was an understatement in my books! The moonlight was complimenting him in the best possible way. It enhanced them, making them look more lickable than any lighting could.

Hawks -who, of course, seen her reaction and what her eyes were focused on- languidly tossed his hero jacket on the back of her desk chair. “My eyes are up here, baby girl.” 

“I know where my eyes are.” I sharply stated.

 Leaning back on my hands as I glance into his golden eyes. “I’m just… taking in some things.” I smile, tilting my head as it rests on my shoulder. “Yeah, you're really soaking it all in, huh?”  He chuckled, making his way over to you on the bed. “Of course, how else do you expect me to react to my handsome boyfriend’s major bod?” I giggled as I said it in a funny tone.

Hawks laughed along, settling down beside me on the mattress. “This seat taken?” he quired as he got comfortable beside me.

I scouted closer, him wrapping his arm around my shoulders. “You know any seats open for you, birdy.” Smiling as I laid my head on his shoulder, soon after Hawks did the same as his was resting on top of mine. We stayed like that for a good minute as we just appreciate each other’s company.

Hawks’s voice soon broke the comfortable silence. “Are you ever gonna actually remember my name?” He asked, feeling the light weight of his head disappear as he turned to me.

My brows furrowed, “ I already call you ‘Hawks’, dummy.” I tilted my head to the side almost innocently.

Hawk blinked.

A smirk creeping up on his face. Tilting his head in an exaggerated mocking way, he pressed further. 

“I mean my real name-”

 “Keigo?”

I made an ‘O’ shape with my lips as I soon understood, the realization coming to me. “Oh! Oh, well. Yeah obviously, I just need to get used to it.” I encouraged, gently elbowing him in his bicep.

Hawks on, the other hand, grinned lopsidedly. Leaning in closer as his gaze stayed on me. His calloused yet soft hands came to intertwine with mine. The warmth of his breath against my ear was deliciously tantalizing.

His lips brushed your lobe as he murmured:

 “Maybe I should engrave it in that pretty little mind of yours…”

 A teasing nibble at your ear.

 “So you’ll never forget it."

A/n: If you enjoyed this then that will encourage me to write a part 2!

Some of these dividers were borrowed from @anitalenia!

Imagine Zoro eating you out after an argument.

masterlist

by this point you couldn’t even remember what silly topic the two of you had been arguing about yet again, perhaps his poor sense of direction? the skimpy skirt you decided to wear as you headed into town on the island you were departed on for a bit?

you were too far gone to know.

you mewled as Zoro wrapped his muscular arms around your thighs, keeping them spread open as he buried his face in your cunt- messily sucking and licking you after your third orgasm.

“no more-!” you moaned out, breathing heavily as you desperately tried to push his head away from your already overstimulated and puffy pussy, but you were met with what sounded like a growl as he pinned both of your hands effortlessly against your stomach with one hand as the other circled your clit as he pulled away briefly to speak.

“cmon baby- we both know you want more. especially with how you were showing off yourself today? you need to be taught a lesson yeah?” he grinned at you, pumping two fingers inside of you easily from how much he already ate you out in the past hour or so as you moaned out in pleasure for him.

it was going to be a long night..

Headcannons about Aizawa's sugar baby

MDNI! 18+ content towards the end! You will be blocked!

Any time he takes you somewhere, you are forbidden from touching the radio. It stays on one station, even when commercials play. Any guesses as to what that station is? If you guessed the alt rock station, you're right. Shota listens to dad rock.

Shota will buy you anything you want, even if he doesn't see the point. Once you bought a stuffed animal of him. The subtle quirk of his brow was the only indicator of his silent question to its value.

Shota always gets you food, no matter where you go. He never takes you back home without a full belly

-- Bonus thought on that, he thinks you're cutest when you're eating. Your cheeks puffing out, and your avoidance of his face because you think you look bad when you're eating. It's adorable, how shy you get over some food in your mouth

You used to keep your bills on your refrigerator to make sure you paid them... Until Shota took them off your fridge and paid them randomly. You lived alone, and your bills weren't uber expensive, but you still didn't like the idea of him doing it all

Insists that you call him Shota at all times. With the nature of your exchange, formalities are unnecessary.

THIS IS WHERE IT GETS SPICY

Shota loooooves kissing your neck. He always notices when your breath hitches, or when you the little gasp he thinks is so hot falls from your lips.

He's surprisingly gentle, even when he's had a rough night. He's never been one to take out his emotions on other people. He's very rational-minded. '

I think this is a given, but Shota would absolutely restrain you with his scarf. Seeing you give him that pout, all cute and helpless... It does things to him

Shota looooves hearing you beg. He doesn't value himself as much as he should, so hearing you say you need or want him really gets him going

Shota also loves when you ride him. Although, even if you're on top, you don't get control. Your hands are wrapped up in front of you with his scarf, and his hands move you.

pathetic stalker dazai… SEX. NOW.

hiii anon i don't really write nsfw so the exact terminology is HEAVILY danced around hope thats fine 😭

cw: poorly written pathetic dazai going crazy over the thought of you

mdni PLEASE SLASH SRS im foaming at the mouth

He was so sick, so disgusting... The thought of you coming home early, seeing his current situation and calling him a pervert and a freak just made his cheeks burn brighter, teeth clenched as he continued to inhale your scent. Normally he'd be trailing you to work at this hour, but the idea of your empty apartment was too tantalizing.

Unlocking your apartment door was easy, especially since he's done it before, and resting on the side of the bed opposite where you slept sent his mind into haywire - picturing you sleeping next to him in your thin pajama shorts and loose tank top, imagining as it rode up while you tossed and turned...

Dazai's face was now buried in your pillow, trying not to drool on the cotton casing as high pitched, pathetic whimpers escaped his lips, cold hands bringing him the sensations he'd been craving since he saw you abandon your apartment earlier this morning. He pictured your hands as they made breakfast, lips as they chugged back your caffeine of choice, all of it... even the picture of you wrestling with bed head in the early hours had him moaning softly against your sheets.

Sweat dripping down his forehead, he rolled back over to his the other side of your bed, taking a moment to steady his breathing. With a glance to the mess he just made, he sighed. Cleaning up after was never fun.

You had no idea what you got yourself into, did you? All that teasing your Rabbit demi human neighbor got you tied up and in his bed, naked, besides your cute stockings and underwear.

It's not your fault, he was in heat, he couldn't help but watch you while you did the simplest things. Bending down for dropped mail, stripping in the living room forgetting the living room curtains were open.

Mr. Rabbit rutted against your ass, you moaned at his size. He was already a 10 inches taller then you, now you weren't even sure his cock would fit inside your human pussy. "Fuck I've been thinking of you in my bed for so long. Your just so pretty." He ruts Harder, you could feel the precum soak your underwear and back. Who were you to blame? You rolled your hips a little, silently begging for him to fuck you. "Speak. Your God gave you that pretty mouth, now use it." Mr. Rabbit slowed his humping, giving you a chance to speak. "Please. I need it. I need you. ♡" you whimper, feeling him slide the head of his cock against your weeping cunt through your underwear. He prods your cunt, debating if he should try to fuck you through them or rip them off.

He settles for moving them aside, but instead of his cock, it's 2 fingers. Pumping you full. You moan out, loving the stretch. Mr. Rabbit groaned at your tightness, this was gonna be fun, trying to get you to take all of him.

He pulled his fingers away and sucked your juices off of them. "Relax for me, baby bunny. " He rubs his tip in-between your wet lips "I'm gonna make you feel so good."

He grips your tied hands, making your back arch tighter than it already was in this position. You moan out, doing your best to listen.

A pained moan fills the air as he begins to stretch you. Mr. Rabbit shuttered, fuck you were tighter than what he thought. He started slow, twitching the whole while of making his 10 inch cock go inside of you as much as it could. He groaned when he noticed that you couldn't take the last 3 inches. "Poor babu bun, I'm gonna destroy this pussy. Oh well, you'll be too worried about cumming on my cock to deal with the pain."

Mr. Rabbit leaned into you and reached his hand to rub your clit while he fuck you slowly, he wanted to savor this feeling. He loved how your cunt felt, so hot, so tight. He nipped at your shoulders and neck to mark you as his while you cried out in pleasure. "P-please..faster.." you moan out.

"Good bun. You ask, I'll obey." Mr. Rabbit picks up speed, you squeezed his cock so well, like it was begging for cum. He kept going till he filled you up, his hot cum leaking between his cock and your entrance.

Your eyes widened at the relief of the rope around your wrist lossening, feeling his still hard cock slipping out.

"I hope you don't think we're done Little Bunny." Mr. Rabbit chuckles..

Pt 2 coming soon!

We live for shiggy fluff

Accidental Boyfriend (Tomura Shigaraki x F!Reader)

Words: 5.5k // mdni (part 1)

Tw: reader's drink gets spiked, college au, heroes and villains are reversed(?), izuku stalks reader, fluff?, accidental dating, tomura's scatching described as a tick and will later be talked about as self harm, autistic!Tomura implied, idiots in love, gamer bf x artist gf, buckle up, (dialog heavy I wasn't feeling like writing well sorry)

Teaser: “I'm your boyfriend duh? I googled how to be a good boyfriend all night and one of the main things is safety and protection.”

It's a short circuit decision. Well, it's no decision at all since you're forced to do something– anything. He looks like he's no trouble… judging by the fact that he is sitting all alone on the couch during a house party just staring at the wall ahead. It is kinda weird. He looks like he might be nice enough though. Blue hair, dressed in a cozy black hoodie and you spot the septum piercing last. You hope. You have to take your chances. You sit down next to him.

“Hey, I know this is so weird and random but can you be my boyfriend? My stalker is right there and won't leave me alone,” you tell him. “I am so sorry to inconvenience you but… I need help for a sec to get rid of him.”

The blue haired guy looks at you and there is no reaction on his face whatsoever. Nothing. Death would be impressed. He just stares up at you with his crimson eyes like you're an abstract painting he doesn't get.

Is he deaf?! Or does he not speak your language?! You turn around to spot Izuku coming closer and your stomach twists. You can run… but if he catches you alone outside what then? No. The guy slings his arm around you, his hand comes to rest on your hip. So he did hear you? You lean into his side. Your heart is pounding so hard but you settle.

“Oh, (Y/N), there you–” He sees the hand on your hip and looks at the figure next to you. His face hardens instantly.

“Hi, Midoriya! Have you met my boyfriend?” You say.

“Y-You are dating Tomura Shigaraki?”

Tomura Shigaraki? Should that name ring any bells? He says it so… so… almost fearfully?

“Piss off,” the boy next to you, Tomura, mumbles through his teeth and you feel your stomach sink watching Izuku shrink. It was so inaudible, barely translating over the party commotion and yet it has Izuku tensed up.

“I am sorry to bother!” He leaves without another word, fists tensing by his side.

Now… Izuku is a big, muscle packed guy and the dude next to you is anything but that. He is lean and about your height? What just happened?

“It's not nice to tell people to piss off like that,” you say and bring some distance between him and you again. He retracts his hand.

“Thought he stalks you? Why be nice?” His voice is like sandpaper. It never raises or changes and stays monotonous just like his expression. You are unable to be read his face. He just is there… existing.

“Fair point--Tomura, was it?”

His eyes stare at you and you can hardly hold his gaze. He looks tired… and should chug about 4 litres of water to rehydrate. “I am (Y/N).”

He doesn't reply.

“Usually you'd say nice to meet you or something,” you mumble after a moment of dead cold silence passes.

“It was not nice?” He mumbles, looking at you… his eyes are cold but also attentive.

Your face reddens. Right. “I am sorry. Thank you! This night is a disaster.” You get up and bow to him. “Thank you again! I am a total bother. I apologize!” You walk a few steps but suddenly feel weird. You rub your forehead and tumble a bit holding onto the couch's backrest. “Why… why do I feel dizzy? I didn't even… drink alcohol… just some soda.” You brush it off and put a smile on your face. “Thanks, Tomura!”

》》》》

“Go low.”

You stir. Your whole body hurts and you feel like someone ran you over. Who is talking?

“Nah… your aim was off. I got you.”

This isn't your bed… it's too messy and smells like the sheets haven't been washed in forever… What happened? You groan as a sharp pain hits your head. Holy shit. You can't be hungover. You remember Shigaraki and them… nothing.

“I'm not turning my camera on. Stop bothering. You have– huh. I'm going AFK.”

You sit up. Gosh is this room messy. Your gaze is naturally attracted to the light spilling in through the gaps in the drawn curtains and that's when you see him. Tomura. He is sitting at his desk, turning in his gaming chair slowly toward you. Your world stops.

“You're finally awake,” he rasps. That same monotonous voice… maybe a bit softer.

Your body floods with panic. You look down on yourself. This isn't your shirt. No. No way. No way in hell.

“I didn't know if I should take you to the cops… the drugs they used should still be traceable if you go now. I googled.”

“W-what?” You stare at him.

Tomura sighs. “That Izuku guy and some of his friends must have spiked your drink or something? When you left the party you could hardly walk straight and they were waiting by the door… so I took you here since I don't know where you live.” He explains it so cooly like it's not a horrible thing to say. But he does know… He just can't show.

You draw short breaths and your lip quivers, tears sprout in your eyes and slowly travel down your tender cheeks. You try to wipe them but they don't stop coming. You are shaking all over. You never thought it would go this far. “Why did you do that?”

“I'm your boyfriend duh? I googled how to be a good boyfriend all night and one of the main things is safety and protection.”

You sniff and chuckle. So he's got jokes after all. “Tomura… thank you for looking out for me,” you sniff.

He shrugs, slouching there in his chair. “You threw up on your clothes… I put them in a trash bag in the bathroom. Just so you know.”

“I am so sorry.”

He shrugs again and itches his neck for a second then sits down on his hands. You definitely noticed the retraining he just practised on himself. “There's some Ramen and water… I have to get back to the game. Is that okay?”

You nod.

Tomura turns toward the desk again and puts the headset on. “I'm back. You guys suck without me.”

You wipe your tears. There is so much to think about. Do you wanna go to the police? Not really. There is no way to prove it was them spiking the drink. You know how this will go. Your head hurts.

You get up and walk to his bathroom. “Oh boy.” You have been to guy's dorm rooms before and they are never clean but Tomura has a problem. You wash your face and then use his electric cattle.

Can you say something?

“I am carrying you again,” he tells whoever he is talking to, clicking on the keyboard. “Stop bothering about the camera. Holy shit. Concentrate on the map.”

He sounds different. The color of his voice… it is more lively. You like it. You walk to the small kitchen area and grimace. Has he done dishes at all since uni started? You don't think so.

You open some drawers and find trash bags and dish soap and, thank the heavens, rubber gloves as well. You look for your phone and find it on the nightstand; plugged in.

He was even mindful enough to plug your phone in? That's sweet. You open Crunchyroll and lean the phone against the top shelf, then you start by sorting through the dishes. Sometimes you let it get this bad too. You don't judge him for it. It is what it is. You are in the zone super quickly, not realizing he approaches.

“You don't have to do that?”

Your body flashes with a current as his aura washes over you. He stands too close. You can feel the soft warmth of his body radiating.

You look up at him. “I know. I want to. Do you mind?”

“Do girlfriends do that?”

What a weird question? You shrug it off. “Well… if their boyfriend struggles then I think girlfriends help and support but a girlfriend is not a mother, of course.”

“I see,” he nods.

“I'm doing it as a thank you. Is that cool?”

“I guess. What are you watching?” He squints at your phone.

“Sugar apply fairytale… it's shojo.”

He nods. His gaze is so intense. You don't know what he wants. You can't read him one bit. Come of it… He reminds you a lot of Shall Fen Shall. “Do you want me to go?”

His eyebrows pinch and he itches at his neck again. “N-no? I don't… mind you being here.”

“Then let me clean to compensate you for all the inconvenience and we call it even and I'll be out of here?” You smile.

Tomura nods. “Do you want headphones? You can barely hear?” He says and mentions to the phone. He opens his backpack and gives you his overhead headphones then returns to his desk.

“Thank you,” you whisper.

You finish the kitchen and remember that you wanted to make tea. Now you have clean cups for that. You get the cattle going again and add a tea bag. You turn to Tomura.

“Shoot, you dingus!” He raises his voice a little. It's followed by a little laugh. You smile.

You push one of the ear cuffs back and step up to him. “Do you want tea?” You smile.

Tomura looks up at you, his eyes are kind of wide and his lips slightly parted. “Y-yes.”

The cattle clicks and you pour the water into the cups.

“Shut up. My girlfriend’s with me.”

Funny. Real comedian.

“Shut up. No… you don't know her. No! I am not making it up! I won't turn my camera on.”

“Hi, Tomura's friend,” you say as you put the cup on the desk. You wink at him and move on to the bathroom.

“I won't tell you. Shut up now. Let's game.”

But somehow Tomura can't really concentrate anymore. He watches the tea steam and takes a sip. “Of course she's cute. She's beautiful. Don't ask me that stuff. Shut up, Spin! I'm logging off.”

“Tomura?” You peek your head out from the bathroom.

“Just shut up!” He presses a button harshly and takes off his headset. “Yes?”

“Do you know that you have to clean your shower?” You ask. It's not accusatory or judgemental. It's a question. “Did anyone show you how to clean? Like your family?”

He blinks. But why… there is water running down the shower… why clean it? He doesn’t understand.

You have your answer. “Give me your tiktok? I will send you some good cleantok videos that explain how it works. That's how I learned it too.”

“Okay. T-thank you.”

He watches how you start to scrub the shower floor. “What are you playing?”

“Mostly fps games,” he shrugs.

Frames per second? What? No… that cannot be it. “Ah. Are you good at it?”

He nods– shrugs. “You could say that.”

You tug your hair back and use his headphones to keep it out of your face. It's really cute. He likes it.

“Are you hungry?” Tomura asks and grabs his phone.

“I mean… yeah.”

“Sushi? I pay.”

“Isn't that too expensive?” You frown.

“No?” He doesn't understand the question.

“Okay?” Is he secretly rich?

You finish up and sit back on his bed with your now lukewarm tea, watching his screen. FPS must stand for first person shooter. You giggle.

“What?” Tomura looks at you. He immediately thinks he did something awkward.

“You said FPS and I study Animation, right, so to me that means frames per second,” you explain.

“Oh,” his lips curl a little. “That is funny.”

“Yeah. What do you study?”

“Business.”

“Oh?” Your face twists in utter surprise. “I didn't expect that. Do you like it?”

“Enough,” he shrugs. “My dad makes me do it.”

“Ah… I understand,” you nod and bring the cup up to your lips. “I hate my dad, too.”

Tomura chokes on his tea and looks at you.

You shrug. “What?” You laugh. “Am I wrong?”

“No,” he chuckles. “I hate him.”

“Boyfriend–girlfriend bonding,” you go along with the joke.

“Yes,” he smiles a little.

The food is delivered and you watch how he turns one of his screens toward the bed then opens Crunchyroll. He searches for Sugar Apple Fairytale.

“What episode are you on?”

“5.” You watch him closely. He is cute for letting you watch your thing. The boys you dated always whined when you said you love romance anime. You think it's cute. He is cute. In a harmless way. He isn't really your type but Tomura is cute. Are you blushing?!

Tomura starts the episode and sits down next to you. “What is it about?”

“Fairies! It is Grumpy x Sunshine which is one of my favourite tropes!”

You spend a few more hours together, mostly decluttering and then it is time for you to go back to your own dorm. You almost don't want to leave. Something about Tomura's presence is making you feel safe and at ease.

“Thank you again,” you bow to him as you stand in the hallway. “It could have… ended badly.”

“Just give me a call if you need me. You have my number now,” he nods and tries to smile a bit.

“Thank you,” you nod and want to turn away but he leans in and presses a kiss to the top of your head. You freeze.

“Goodbye, gf. Thank you for… the cleaning, you know. I'll do my best to not let it get that bad again.”

“It was the least I could do… bye.”

Oh, the joke may have gone a bit too far now.

》》》》

You are sitting with Ochako scribbling a storyboard for one of your classes. You are telling her all about that night. What Izuku and co probably have done and that Tomura Shigaraki saved you.

“Shigaraki?!” She looks at you, deadpanning. “Holy shit, stay away from him!”

“Huh,” you look up and blink at her. “I just told you that he–”

“He killed his family? You don't know that? And he's kinda famous and has like crazy fangirls I hear. He's also super weird and creepy.”

“Izuku stalks and drugs me and you focus on some rumors and Tomura being– well, nerdy and emo? He is nice.” It fills you with rage. You don't know why. You don't have to be protective of him… he's a stranger. He is not your boyfriend. You really know nothing about him at all… why if he's–. “Let's not talk about it.” What's this about him killing his family? This is ridiculous? You sigh and turn back to the page but the sun gets blocked suddenly.

You look up. “Tomura!” He has the hood of his sweater pulled up over his pale blue hair and he looks even more exhausted than before. His lips are more cracked as well. You honestly just want to give him a lip balm.

“(Y/N), hello,” he nods. “How have you been?”

“Good? What about you?” You smile.

“Yeah.” You notice he avoids the question and instead opens his backpack and gets out a bookstore bag. “Here.”

You frown but take it. Did you forget something at his place? “What is it?” You look inside to find 3 volumes of a manga you have been meaning to pick up for a while.

“The women said it is grumpy x sunshine… so I got it for you,” Tomura rasps. “I read them already so we can talk about it. I have to go to class now.” He awkwardly leans down and presses a kiss to your temple.

Your eyes are the size of the moon in utter shock and your stomach churns. What is going on? What in the world is happening? You stuff your things into your bag and run after him, abandoning Ochako.

“Tomura, hold up!”

“Hm?” He turns.

“What is this about?” You can hardly hear yourself over how loud your heart beats. No you have an idea but… that is so ridiculous.

He blinks and sighs. “I-is it wrong? Did I act wrong? I googled and it said to make your girlfriend gifts and show interest in the things she likes. Do I need to do it differently? Tell me! I'll do better!”

Your stomach sinks as it dawns on you. His jokes… It never was a joke. He does not make jokes. Oh god. He really thinks… he took you seriously? No way. And now he looks at you like a wounded puppy. He is really worked up about it? He is putting in so much effort. How could you possibly crush him?! No. No. You can't do it. Holy shit. How did you get in this situation?!

“No! You are fine! Just–”

“Shiggy, we'll be– Oh, is that your girlfriend? No way… you didn't lie,” a pink haired guy walks up next to him, putting an arm around his shoulders. “Hi, I'm Spinner.”

“(Y/N), hi,” you say.

Tomura blinks at you. Did you want to say something or not? Did he already fuck up? He hates being this way. It is so weird how he got a girlfriend… he didn't think it would happen that way. He does not want to lose you already.

“Let's meet later?” You ask.

“Okay,” Tomura nods.

Oh god. You have to tell him somehow. How do you let him down gently though? You have no idea. You don't know anything about each other. How can he believe that you are dating… this is so strange. But you are so very aware he isn't doing it with any bad intentions… he truly doesn't know better and that makes it so hard to let him know this was never real.

You can hardly concentrate the rest of the day. You come up with every possible conversation starter for telling Tomura that you're not a couple but nothing seems sufficient.

And when you see him waiting for you outside your building, your heart just breaks. Your thinking shifts suddenly. What if you accidentally got a boyfriend? Would that be so bad? He's a cool guy… you'd just have to get to know– no… that just wouldn't be fair at all. It would be a lie… it would be out of pity.

“Hi, Tomura,” you try to smile and sit down next to him. People rush home around you as you sit on the stairs leading to the building.

“Hi.”

“We have to talk,” you say and watch how his eyes darken with sadness. Already? No no no.

“Oh… I read that's what girlfriends say when they break up. No… it's fine. I know I'm…. A degenerate.” It's like you can physically see him become smaller, shrinking. It is sad. You don't have the heart. Holy shit you want to scream. He looks so exhausted – exhausted that it is so hard to connect with people and that no one understands him.

You can't do it.

“Did you spent the last few days researching how relationships work?” You crook an eyebrow at him. He gives a nod. “You're cute.”

“Huh?” His mouth gapes ever so slightly and his eyes widen at you.

“Let's spend some time together tonight?” You ask. “Grab some dinner and do some class work?”

“O-okay?” You are weird but he doesn’t care. He knows he's desperate but he has been thinking about you nonstop. The way you just helped him get his apartment back on track and then also send him resources so he can learn how to clean for himself. Just because you wanted to help him… he can't let it go. It makes him feel so… heard. You didn't scold or judge him. You just helped.

You get up. “Let's just go to the cafeteria?” You are broke as fuck this month and couldn't afford anything else.

“Okay?” If that's what you want.

“Spinner seems nice,” you say. “Is he your best friend?”

“Yeah.”

You puff out some air. He's hard to have conversations with.

“The girl you were with, is she your best friend?”

Oh, a question. “Ochako is my roomie. We are pretty close,” you smile. “My best friend is back home though.”

“I don't have any friends back home,” he chuckles. You look at him worried. Tomura waves his hands and smiles. “Oh, no. I meant that in a… you know… funny way.”

“I see,” you smile. “So, I have heard some things about you.”

Tomura feels his chest tighten. You are still talking to him though so… maybe you haven't heard too much.

“Are you a famous gamer or something?”

“Oh… yeah. I stream and post on YouTube,” he says quietly.

“That's so cool. My bestie does that too. It's crazy how involved people get. So… you have like a fan base and all?”

Tomura nods. “Some of the hardcore fangirls won't like I have a girlfriend now… but I don't have to tell anyone about you yet… right?” He looks at you for confirmation.

You nod instantly, eyes a bit wide. “Wait… just how famous are you? Is that why you didn't want me to see your tiktok?” You frown and move your head closer. He only gave you his number so you had to send him links… you didn't understand why but brushed it off.

Tomura can smell your perfume for a second and nearly trips over his own shoes. You catch him, grabbing his arm. “Watch out,” you smile softly.

Oh, your smile. Tomura feels lightheaded every time. “S-sorry.” Your smile is what really gets to him… you smile so freely. He loves it so much.

“What for? How old are you by the way?”

“22. You?”

“Me too.’

He nods. “So… you're not from here?”

“Nope. I am a whole country gal.”

Tomura smiles subtly. “I see.” You're weird but so cool. He wants to spend every free second with you. Oh damn… does that make him a… simp?! “Do you play any games?”

“Not really but I'm up for trying! Will You teach me?”

“Yes! Sure! Of course! I think I know a game you could like.”

You look up at him and smile. He looks so excited and your stomach churns. Maybe this isn't too bad? You will just see where this goes? Maybe you end up falling for him? Some fake dating plot turning real? Why not… he seems to be fine with the situation as it is right now?

“Oh–”

Tomura grabs your arm and pulls you into his side. You were so focused on his joy that you must have missed someone coming the other way.

“Are you okay, (Y/N)?” Tomura asks.

“Yes… thank you,” you tell him then swiftly turn. “I am so sor– Izuku.”

“(Y/N)! Didn't see you there!” He beams. He always beams and it is such a creepy smile. Izuku makes the hair on the back of your neck stand with fear. It is the first time you see him since the party and your body freezes completely. “Sor–”

“Shut the fuck up!” Tomura barks and steps in front of you. “You did it on purpose, do you think I'm fucking stupid?” He shoves at Izuku.

“Tomura…” You look at him in utter confusion. Not at what he says… he might as well be right. Izuku seems to always be the one you physically bump into… weirdly enough. You are confused about the volume that Tomura's voice can climb to. You didn't expect it. There is so much rage inside of him.

“Wow… call your guard dog back,” Izuku laughs. “I am glad you're fine.” Izuku reaches out to touch your arm but Tomura intercepts the touch.

“Fuck off,” he tells the taller Izuku and Izuku leaves with a last look at you. What a fucking creep?! Tomura saw it. He saw it. How dare he?!

“Tomura?”

Tomura turns to look at you and his stomach sinks. He fucked up now. Oh, he really did fuck it. He shouldn't have done that. Why is he so incapable? Why does he ruin everything?

You watch how his hands fly up to his neck and start scratching violently. You reach your hand out but he backs away.

“I have to go,” he chokes out and hurries into the opposite direction. Running away is better than facing you. He does not want to see you look at him with fear… just like his–

Your body doesn't move for a moment. What are you doing? You are not really dating this guy? Why do you care? Your heart races in your ribcage begging your body to move.

“Tomura!” You run and catch up with him. “Are you okay? What's– oh god– stop!” You grab his wrists. “You're bleeding.”

And then somehow he ends up in your dorm room, sitting on your bed as you gather some band aids. Tomura has no recollection of how he got here. Its a blur. He thinks your hand was holding his. Now he is looking at your manga collection in the soft warmth of fairy lights, smelling clean laundry and your parfum.

“You have a lot of pillows,” he says.

“Yeah,” you shrug.

“I once read that lonely people sleep with more pillows.”

You blink at him. “Okay? You have a lot of pillows too.” You frown and kneel down on the bed beside him. You use a damp cloth first and clean up the dried blood. “What was that about?”

“I don't know… got nervous.”

“Don't lie.”

He looks at you. Everyone else would have run away at how weird he acted. “Aren't you… mad?”

“I am worried? Why would I be mad?” He truly is a mystery. “Are you okay?”

He doesn't answer. You put bandaids on his scratches and sit back. He looks like a wet dog now. Slouching, making himself small and wanting to be anywhere but here. What changed all of a sudden? You are so confused. You want the Tomura back that was starting to get comfortable.

You lean close and place a kiss on one of the bandaids. Tomura jolts back and looks at you bewildered. “Makes it heal quicker,” you say.

“That's not… medically proven, is it?” He rasps.

“It's real,” you smile. “Will you tell me why you got so upset?”

He doesn't get it. Why aren't you upset? You should be upset?! Tomura sighs and drops onto your pillows.

You look at him with a tight frown. He's not your boyfriend… so why… because he needs it? Is that? Your helper syndrome always kicks in at the worst times.

You lay down too, making him the little spoon. Your hands are reluctant, careful, as you sling one arm around him. You feel him stiffen up instantly.

“Is that okay?” You ask.

He nods. “Just… unfamiliar.” He pauses. “But I like it.”

You nuzzle your face into his back. Maybe he's right. Maybe you're terribly lonely… Maybe this is okay. You like it too.

“Izuku did do it on purpose. He always does.” You murmur.

“I… still shouldn't have–”

“I remember what you said at the party. Why be nice to my stalker? Like… duh… why didn't I think of that.”

Tomura snorts. “What? Someone puts a gun to your head and you smile?” Maybe it is because you're from the country side. Maybe you are too nice? Is that possible? Tomura wishes more people would be too nice then.

“Probably.”

He chuckles but gets quiet. “My dad… he doesn't want me to act… like that.”

Like that? Aggressive? Protective? “You protected me… I think that was fair. You said yourself that is what boyfriends are supposed to do.”

Tomura stays quiet. His hand slowly moves to yours and your fingers lock together. He feels so torn. This feels so good. You are so warm and soft and it makes him feel warm and soft for a change… but at the same time it is terrifying. Tomura knows he's not worthy of things like this. Yet…

You squeeze him a little. “Your dad sounds like a dick.”

Tomura laughs. It is a real laugh. He does not know where it comes from and you don't know why it makes your chest feel tight. You pull away and plop yourself on your elbow, looking at him.

“Your laugh is pretty,” you smile.

He blushes and looks away.

“So… the itching is a tick? Do you do something to cope instead of hurting yourself?” You ask.

“Why do you ask that so casually?” He sigh.

You don't understand the question. What else are you supposed to do? It is obvious and it is okay. “It is nothing to be ashamed of.”

“I have fidget toys on my keychain.”

“Why didn't you use them?”

“Huh? Because you would have thought I was weird!?” He raises his head to look at you.

“You're already weird,” you say. “That's nothing bad, though? I draw furry porn when I need money… that's weird too. If it keeps you from hurting yourself… Please use them. I won't judge.”

Quiet.

“Can I see?” He frowns.

You chuckle and get your phone out showing him the folder. His jaw drops.

“What the… fuck?” Tomura looks at you.

“Furries pay so well,” you say.

Tomura laughs again. “What else do you draw? Anime porn?”

“Am I so easy to read?” You grin. “My Sukuna porn is very popular.”

“Sukuna?!”

“With the 4 arms.”

“No.”

“Yep.”

“Show.”

“You need to unlock that part of lore first.”

He smiles. “I see.”

Your eyes lock and there is so much softness in the gaze you share. No… he's full of softness. And he wants to let it out, he begs to share it. Your chest feels tight again.

The door clicks open and you both sit up quickly.

“Oh?” Ochako says.

“Hi!” You say and jump off the bed. “Tomura, Ochako. It was an emergency,” you say and grab the first aid kid, putting it back.

Tomura waves at Ochako. “Hi.”

Ochako just grimaces. You frown.

“I should go,” Tomura gets up and takes his bag. “Thank you, (Y/N),” he says and bows to you.

“Yeah? No problem? Will you be okay?” You hurry after him as he walks to the door a bit too quickly.

“Sure. Bye.”

The door closes, leaving you confused again.

“Please, don't bring him here, okay?” Ochako says. “He's not a good guy.”

“What do you mean?” You look at her with squinted eyes. “Like… what? He's–” You sigh. You don't want to fight.

“Is he not leaving you alone after what happened at the party?” Ochako unpacks her bag. “That's scary.”

Huh?! She has never said that about Izuku once and Izuku has been forcing his way into your room before. “No… we wanted to hang out.”

“But you're not for real dating, right?” Ochako looks at you like you're crazy.

Your tongue doesn't work for a second then your phone rings. “That's my bestie. I gotta–” You take your phone and walk outside sitting down in the empty hallway. How will you tell him about this? He will burn you alive. “Yes?”

“Sup, girlie?”

“Too much. I accidentally got a boyfriend.”

“– what?! How do you accidentally get a boyfriend?! Explain that shit to me.”

You tell him the story leaving out some things. You don't tell Touya about the spiked drink. You know he'd raise hell and Izuku would walk out of it with broken bones. “And now… now I kinda think I wanna see where this goes. He's cute… maybe something–”

“Bitch, it's all a lie, tho? Is that fair to him?”

“I get what you're saying but I think I would… I think telling him that I never meant to actually date him and it was just to scare off Izuku… He'd be crushed and discouraged.”

“How the hell did you get in this situation? And why the fuck would you not clear it up? Are you taking drugs or something?”

“I have no idea,” you whine. “You should have come by and dealt with Izuku, I guess.”

“Didn't you say you don't like violence?” His breathy laughs rings.

“I changed my mind. Why be nice to Izuku… right?”

“Oh… ya boyfriend has a good influence on you?”

“Shut up?” You smile. “He's cool. He plays games too. FPS or whatever.”

“Immediate red flag.”

“Oh, cmon. He's nice.”

“I'm your bestie. I have to hate your boyfriend… even if he's just an accidental one. You will have to tell him eventually.”

“I know… I will. I just… I think he needs the safety, you know? Don't worry.”

“Tsk. You have a stalker and an accidental boyfriend… sure I worry.”

“Touya.”

“Gotta log in to my gaming sesh, will you be okay?”

“Yes. Have fun! Oh! Will you like… make a list with gamer abbreviations. Like what is afk?”

Touya laughs and the line goes dead.

You get up and walk back inside and Ochako stands right at the door. You frown, a suspicious feeling washes over you but you brush it off unknowingly of what's to come.

Your phone lights up again. You shouldn't feel so happy seeing his name. But then again… Why not? It's so weird. You didn't think this is how you'd get a boyfriend.

[Tomura Shigaraki, party bf:] good night <3

୨୧.ᐟBunny season ♡ rin & shidou

.ᐟcw: smut mdni, threesome, rin x reader x shidou, bunny!reader, overstimulation, corruption

"𝐴 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝑜 𝑝𝑢𝑟𝑒, 𝑠𝑜 𝑑𝑖𝑟𝑡𝑦 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑟𝑎𝑤" - 𝑝𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑘 𝑏𝑦 𝑧𝑎𝑦𝑛

𖦹 ׂ𓈒🐇⋆ ۪

It started with a stare. 

Menacing, rough eyes undressing you. Rin had been eyeing like a hawk since you walked into the party. Half a glass of something swishing around but his eyes bore into you. 

Then shidou shows up, leather jacket and all. He was in your personal space before you could even acknowledge him.

“Well, well, well.” he grins, leaning down to your level “didn’t know they let bunnies into places like this” you step back, eyes wide as the 6ft tall man moves closer not leaving any room to even breathe.

“But i’m no-”

“Oh but you are. You look so high alert like this is your first time at a party. You stand out cause you’re too cute to ignore” he smirks watching you tremble. “And i bet you taste delicious” (i’m sorry) 

His fingers graze your thighs, playing with the lacey hem of your white skirt. You didn’t know what to do. Do you cry? Scream for help? Slap him and end up getting obliterated by him? 

“Back off” the man from earlier cuts in. the same one who was staring you down like you’re the last piece of food on earth. You flinched, looking up at the other guy who was now crowding your space.

Shidou just laughs “aww rin, don’t tell me you already claimed her?” your breath catches when rin wraps an arm around your waist pulling your body flush against his hard one. 

“She not yours” shidou purrs, pushing rin’s buttons

“She’s not yours either” and that’s when you realize they’re not fighting over who can have you but who’s going to ruin you first. 

You don’t remember how you ended up in a vip room of the club the party was hosted at. You were on shidou’s lap, back pressed against his chest, his lips trailing over the soft skin of your shoulder blades and neck. Not leaving a single place untouched. He’d grip your face when he felt like it, pulling you back just to slam his lips down onto yours, roughly making out with them. Poor you who hasn’t even had a kiss is now having to deal with animals like rin and shidou for your first time. 

Rin on the other hand is on his knees infront of you, lips moving along your thighs, skirt bunched up at your hips. He ever so slightly grazes them over your wet panties when he feels like he’s losing your attention. His free hands massage your thighs, large hands painfully squeezing the life out of them. 

“You’re shaking” mutters rin “sensitive already?” 

“I barely touched her. She was made for this, weren’t you, bunny?” shidou muses against your ears making you shiver.

“Say it” shidou grips your jaw making you look at him. “Tell me you like it” 

“I-i like it” your voice comes out broken, only making their cocks strain harder against the tight confinements of their pants

“Atta’ girl” shidou grinds up against you, rin moves your panties to the side and dips his middle finger inside watching your expression change. The way you tighten around him has him wishing he pushed his cock inside, rather than his finger.

You whimper quietly, shidou’s boner pressing into your ass. His hands travel up your waist, pulling down your shirt, along with your bra, intently watching your boobs spring free. It’s cold, your nipples are already hard and perky for attention. Shidou’s thumbs graze them. Pinching the soft flesh.

“So sensitive” he laughs at your expression. He tugs on them earning a loud high pitched moan from you, at the same time rin curls his finger up. 

Was that too loud? Maybe? Your face is red, you want to look away, but shidou’s grip is too strong on your face. You’d run but you’re trapped between 2 literal animals. 

“She won’t last” says rin, thrusting his finger inside of you again and again, biting down on your plush lip.

“She doesn’t need to” 

𖦹 ׂ𓈒🐇⋆ ۪

And then it hits—overstim after overstim. Rin and shidou pull moans after moans and orgasm after orgasm out of you. 

Rin whispers commands like prayers, fingers never slowing.

Shidou talks filthy, edging you and teasing until your brain's gone.

By the end, you’re boneless, drenched in sweat, your mind floating. Shidou kisses your temple like a lover. Rin tugs your chin and makes you look at the mess between your thighs. His ring and middle finger are completely drenched in your juices. He wipes the mess using your poor lacey panties, tossing them aside once he’s done.

“You’re ours now bunny, you can run as much as you want but we’ll catch you” 

“Soon, that pretty, unpopped cherry of yours will be ours too” 

PART 2?

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❦︎.ᐟ more than a dance

.ᐟcw: stripper!reader, lap dance, light mirror play, fingering

"𝐻𝑒𝑦, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐼 𝑎𝑖𝑛'𝑡 𝑘𝑖𝑛 𝑡𝑜 𝑊𝑎𝑦𝑛𝑒, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑚𝑦 𝑚𝑎𝑚𝑎𝑐𝑖𝑡𝑎, ℎ𝑒𝑦 (𝑚𝑎𝑚𝑎𝑐𝑖𝑡𝑎, 𝑚𝑎𝑚𝑎𝑐𝑖𝑡𝑎, 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡? 𝑊ℎ𝑎𝑡?)" - 𝑚𝑎𝑚𝑎𝑐𝑖𝑡𝑎 𝑏𝑦 𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝑐𝑜𝑡𝑡

ᵎᵎ🍒⋅˚✮

You’ve seen your fair share of men. But sae itoshi? He’s on another level of cold, collected, and disinterested, a regular now. Always comes at the same time on the same days. Watches your dance for the night and books you right after.

He’s considered somewhat of a VIP guest, so you had no choice but to dance for him. Not that you minded, considering the amount he paid.

He always sits in the same seat, center couch in the dim VIP lounge. Legs spread, hand curled lazily around a glass of something expensive. Dark green eyes watching you—every sway of your hips, every time you drop to your knees for the crowd and let your tongue skim your bottom lip.

Sometimes you think he’s getting bored of you. That was until now.

Your set ends and you walk off the stage, getting stopped by your manager. “He wants you. Again. VIP private room 013.” your manager says, tilting his head in the direction sae went.

“Sae?”

“Yeah, he said to hurry” You nodded, going backstage to freshen up before walking towards the room. Heels clicking against the floor.

You push the door open—dim lights, a velvet couch, mirror wall behind it, and him.

Sae’s already seated, legs spread again, head tilted slightly. Eyes dark and unreadable as ever.

“Took you long enough” swishing the glass of whatever around, staring you down as you walk up to him. Placing your hands on either side of his face and climbing onto his lap.

“You don’t talk much. Thought you’d like some silence, you know?” you tease, whispering against his ear. The almost deafening music in the background only adds to the tension under neon lights.

His hand curls around your waist instantly—tighter than expected. His voice is low.

“Don’t get too comfortable.”

You start slow, hips rocking as your fingers trace the collar of his shirt. Your lips graze his ear when you mumble, “Still pretending you don’t like this?” Sae scoffs softly, that condescending smirk breaking through. His hand cups your ass, pulling you down flush.

“You think you're in control just because you’re on top?” he murmurs. “Cute.”

Then his hips buck. You dig your nails into his shoulder. Fuck, he’s already hard? He definetly been holding back.

“Ride. i never said you could stop” You roll your hips, the friction driving heat straight between your thighs, but it’s not enough. He doesn’t even move—just lets you grind yourself against him until you're panting, staring at him through your lashes.

You flinch as his hands move away from your waist towards your inner thighs. His knuckles brushing over the soaked fabric of your thong. A mean smirk tugging at his lips.

“You’re soaked” he tilts his head, knowing damn well he’s the one who’s in control right now. “Just from a dance?” you looked down, prying your eyes away from his menacing glare. Staring at his large hand resting between your bodies. Face flushed a deep shade of red. Thank god for the neon lights which masked your blushing face.

You look at him with a pout, wanting to say something back but he’s already pushing the fabric aside, back of his fingers rubbing against your folds. Torturously slow. Your body spontaneously grinds up against his fingers.

“So fucking desperate.” he laughs, clearly degrading you. “Desperate for me, isn’t that right?”

“Fuck- sae-” you gasped, 2 of his fingers invading you. Your soft walls clench around the thick digits. His fingers get meaner, deeper.

“Say it.” he repeats, thumb pressing against your clit. You bit down on your plump lower lip, nodding.

“Words, yn. Words.” the words come out rough, like an order. “And look in the mirror while you say it”

Your pussy throbs at his words. You look behind him, eyes coming in contact with yourself. Your cheeks flushed red, lips parted.

“I.. i’m needy for you” The words tasted bitter on your tongue, especially while watching yourself say it. It’s like he was forcing you to lose all self-respect.

“I don’t need your stripper act anymore, yn” he says, curling his fingers up, making your stomach clench, your nails dig into his shoulders.

“Then what do you need?” he smirks at your breathy, moan-like words.

“You to cum all over my lap and fingers” you let out a high pitched moan, his fingers pushing in deeper, your gummy walls swallowing him up, keeping them warm in your cunt. “And to make sure everyone out there can hear who you belong to”

Those were more than words. They were a promise. Your hips tremble against his lap.

“Ride.” he repeats from earlier. You grinded down on his fingers, rolling your hips as tension coils in your stomach, your thighs clamping around the side of his. One last curl of his fingers, thumb applying gentle pressure on your clit while he circles it and you finish around them, you choke his fingers, knees digging into the sofa. It’s like your entire body shook from that orgasm. You scream his name against his shoulder, shameful but sweet. Your body rocks forward, head buried in his neck as you ride it out, pulse pounding in your ears. He doesn’t move. Doesn’t rush you. Arousal dripping down his longer fingers, past his knuckles, dripping onto the couch beneath him.

“God, look at yourself” he muses, your eyes flickering up to your reflection in the mirror making you drop your head onto his shoulder. The strong scent of cologne coming from his suit puts you in a daze.

“Do you have no manners?” his words catch you off guard, you look at him confused.

“Sorry?”

“What’re you supposed to say when someone does something for you?” you didn’t know what he was talking about. Until it hit you. He wanted you to thank him for letting you ride his fingers. Oh wow, what a jerk. A hot one.

You hate how fast you obey, looking down at his lips.

“Thank you, sae” you said quietly, voice shaking. Maybe from embarrassment or maybe from finishing so hard around him.

He lets out a pleased hum, finally pulling his fingers out leaving you empty and cold. He fixes your thong, not that it changes much.

He takes his fingers pressing them against your lips. You part them, taking them into your mouth, tongue swirling around them, cleaning them up real good.

“Good girl”

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rin but he has a total obsession for the reader's boobs

.ᐟOBSESSED

.ᐟcw: explicit content mdni

"𝐵𝑜𝑦, 𝑤ℎ𝑦 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑠𝑜 𝑜𝑏𝑠𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑚𝑒?" - 𝑜𝑏𝑠𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑦 𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑎ℎ 𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑦

･･ꕀ𖧷

Imagine bf!rin itoshi who’s obsessed with his girlfriend’s boobs. He loves them so much, he can’t bring himself to stay away from you. 

After a match or a long day? He’s climbing onto the bed and lying face down on your chest as your run your fingers through his silky hair. 

His face is murderous when you wear a low-cut top and he catches others staring at you. He’ll do anything to make them look away and that ends up being leaving hickies on every inch of your exposed skin

He has a favorite side. Loves laying with his cheek on your chest, fingers lazily playing with your other nipple. 

If you’re wearing a tight top? He's staring. Jaw clenched, trying not to get hard in public. Doesn’t even realize he’s zoning out on your chest until someone calls his name twice. There's a lot of instincts where he’s just zoned out on your body, not a care in the world. Sometimes you even distract him from his very precious football recaps. 

He’ll get mean if you tease him—push his head away when he’s latched on? He’ll grab your wrists and growl, “Don’t fucking move again.”. 

Since he’s always touching you one way or another, some parts of your body have become highly reactive and sensitive. One of those parts being your boobs. He loves how you try to stifle moans when his tongue circles your nipple. “So sensitive, baby, you’re body’s needy” 

He refuses to sleep unless he’s lying between them, cupping one, cheek smushed against the other one. 

He ends up saying the filthiest things when he’s in bed with you or buried between your boobs. “So soft—fuck, I could drown in you.” or “You should be walking around shirtless. For me only, though.”

Half of the time, it’s not even sexual. He just likes how soft they are. If he’s watching a game. He’ll call you over to sit on his lap while he plays with your tits and his eyes are attached to the screen, watching a rematch of the same game for the 5th time today. 

You’ll be trying to have a normal conversation and he’ll slowly slip his hand under your shirt, face buried between your boobs. “Keep talking,” he mumbles, “just need this for a sec.”

Uses your boobs as his personal pillow. You’re watching a show? Boom—head in your chest. Napping? Face down in your cleavage. Bad day? Silently lifts your shirt, lies down, and holds on like it’s the only thing grounding him.

He uses both hands to grab and squeeze, thumbs brushing your nipples until they’re puffy and aching—then he bites. Hard enough to leave marks. Tongue swirling after to soothe while he smirks.

Loves loves loves tit fucking. He’ll ask you to press them together as he slides his aching cock in between. slow, deep strokes while watching his cock glide between them. “So Warm. Fuck, you were made for this, weren’t you?”

As of right now, you’re on his lap, when you both were supposed to be watching a movie right now. 

“Rinnie, this isn’t watching a movie” you whine as rin’s thumb grazes your nipple, sliding along to brush against the curve on their underside. 

“‘M tired of the movie..” he lazily mumbles, eyes locked onto them. “This is better”

He leans in, takes one into his mouth like he’s starving. Slow, deep sucks that send heat pooling between your legs. He groans, tongue flicking your nipple as he grinds his hips up under you.

“So fuckin’ perfect,” he breathes between kisses. “You feel how hard I am just from this?”

You nod, breath hitching when he bites lightly and then soothes it with a kiss.

“Told you,” he mutters, pulling you closer. “I could spend hours right here. You were made for me.”

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A/n: i think i got another pretty similar req. so rather than writing both, i just wrote one for two

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cw: porn. nsfw minors dni. [Blue lock, jujutsu kaisen, tokyo revengers}

⸝⸝ Playing with his pretty dick after he comes.

⸝⸝ his sweet virgin girlfriend tells him he can't take her V card so he decides to do this instead

⸝⸝ Filling you up because you look so hot with his cum dripping out

➷Michael kaiser, gojo satoru, shinichiro sano, wakasa imaushi, ran haitani, rin itoshi, sae itoshi, choso kamo, toji fushiguro, rindou haitani, sanzu haruchiyo, izana kurokawa (+your faves)

⸝⸝ He's your own little seat

⸝⸝ He loves fucking you in missionary cause of the pretty view

⸝⸝ He fingers you while eating you out

➷megumi fushiguro, ino takuma, inumaki toge, otoya eita, nagi seishiro, wakasa imaushi, rin itoshi, reo mikage, barou shoei, inui seishu, chifuyu matsuno, kakucho hitto, (+your faves)

⸝⸝ letting him rearrange your inside in the backseat where everyone can see who you belong to

⸝⸝ Ruining your cute little panties

⸝⸝ spanking you

➷geto suguru, yuta okkotsu, isagi yoichi, chigiri hyoma, michael kaiser, hiori yo, mikey sano, ran haitani, bachira meguru, kokonoi hajime, sanzu haruchiyo, (+your faves)

⸝⸝ He finally gives you what you want after being needy all day

⸝⸝ He doesn't realize how thick is cock is

⸝⸝ Playing with your pussy because he found out you have a hand fetish

➷toji fushiguro, sukuna ryomen, kunigami rensuke, shidou ryusei, oliver aiku, draken ryuguji, taiju shiba, rindou haitani, hanma shuji, gojo satoru, rin itoshi (+your faves)

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A/n: something new

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.ᐟride of a lifetime:

.ᐟcw: smut mdni, riding

𝐼𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑔𝑜 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑎 𝑟𝑖𝑑𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑚𝑒 - 𝑟𝑖𝑑𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑡 𝑚𝑒 𝑏𝑦 𝑛𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑦

⸝⸝♡⸝⸝♡

“Sei! Fuck pleasee please” you moaned, jumping on top of nagi’s dick. He laid lazily on the bed watching your face twist and turn in pleasure. 

And especially watching the way your tits were bouncing at the slightest of movements. 

“Keep going, doing so good” he mumbled, rubbing his hands along your thighs. 

Your inner thighs burned but nagi forced you to keep going. He pulled you down taking one of your boobs in his mouth.

Hands trailing down your spine and over your round raise before landing a harsh slap on it. 

You yelped, flinching as you stared at him in confusion. 

“Keep going. Don’t slow down” his voice coming out a bit more rough his time. 

You were already shaking from nagi making you cum around his fingers but it was so hard to make nagi cum. His cock was so long and thick, it felt like he was in your stomach. 

And it also stretched you unbelievably wide. 

You bit down on your lower lip, straightening your back. Nagi groaned as your movements faltered. He dug his finger tips into your hips, thrusting up into you making you go crazy from overstimulation. 

You cried out, clawing down his chest like a cat. 

“Cum. cum around my cock” he mumbled, groans between each word. As you did, clamped down around him, covering his pretty pink dick in white, just like how he shot his load inside of you, pulling your stomach up with his cum. 

You fell forward, slumped on top of him. 

“Seishiro..” 

“Shh, you did great” he said, running his hand through your hair

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A/n: chat idek what this is but enjoy

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Hi! I was just wondering if you were up for writing the hate me, with Rin Itoshi but reversed? Like him being the innocent one???😭

I really loved the fic Btw!!!

.ᐟhate me, more

.ᐟcw: dub-con, eat out, Cunnilingus, black mail

Prev. Hate me

"𝑊ℎ𝑎𝑡'𝑠 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑠𝑖𝑧𝑒? (𝑆𝑖𝑧𝑒) 𝐴𝑑𝑑, 𝑠𝑢𝑏𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡, 𝑑𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑑𝑒 ('𝑣𝑖𝑑𝑒)" - 𝑛𝑒𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑏𝑦 𝑑𝑜𝑗𝑎 𝑐𝑎𝑡

･･ꕀ𖧷

“Rinnie you’re such a fucking pervert, huh?” you said, sitting on top of one of the desks, legs crossed. He looked up from his work, staring at you in confusion. Why were you even talking to him. You knew he hated your guts 

“What?” he repeated, his face twisting into a scowl. 

“Don’t think i didn’t see you gawking at my tits during class” you smirked, catching him off guard. His face turned a deep shade of red, he looked down at his desk making you laugh.

“So it’s true, huh? Oh my god, you’re such a freak” you were hoping for some major reaction, not for him to ignore you. You were being pretty loud considering the class was empty and no one was in the halls. 

“Hey.. you want me to keep quiet about this?” he looked at you, his face was pissed but he clearly couldn’t say anything. All he did was give a slight nod of his head.

“Then get on your knees infront of me” 

He looked at you with wide eyes.

“What the he-”

“Or everyone finds out, rin itoshi, the famous soccer star is a complete pervert who stares at girls chest while they’re distracted.” his jaw clenched, it’s like you could hear his teeth cracking from the mere pressure. You lips tilted up as he pushed himself away from the desk, walking towards you and getting on the ground infront. 

“Want me to apologize or what” he said, fist clenched, glaring up at you through his lashes. 

“No, i want you to..” you spread your legs apart infront of him, leaning down to grab a handful of his silky hair and pulling his head back, making him hiss “use that pretty tongue of yours and make me cum” 

It’s like he heard a ghost, his face was pale, wides blown wide. What reaction was he supposed to make? 

“W-what..” rin wasn’t completely innocent but he had never done anything sexual, hell, he never even held anyone’s hand other than his brothers. So being told to eat someone out and that someone being you was not something he wanted to hear.

“Go on, dig your face in your fuckin perv, ik you’ve been dreaming about this” you hesitated for a moment, before thinking about what could happen if you told everyone. 

He groaned before slowly leaning in, placing his hands on your plump thighs to keep them pushed apart. You knew this was going to happen so you had removed your panties from before hand. 

He moved your tiny skirt out the way, pressing his soft lips against your dripping cunt. He wanted to laugh at how inexperienced he was. 

“You gotta use your tongue, rin rin” you chuckled. Rin’s face turning a deeper shade of red than it already was. 

His tongue came in contact with your clit, swirling around your folds, the mixture of slick and his saliva created a messy substance. 

“Put your face in his, rin itoshi” you said, grabbing him by the back of his head and shoving him up against it. His tongue slipped passed your entrance making you throw your head back, groaning out in pleasure. He gasped, picking up the pace. His fingers dug into your thighs. The sounds of him slurping, swallowing, tongue running around your wet cunt echoed in the empty class. 

You bit down on your tongue, suppressing your moans. 

Your hand tugging at his silky soft hair. 

“Fuck fuck, rin, keep doing that” was this really his first time? It felt too good. His lips pressed against you, saliva dripping down his chin. His let out a high pitched moan, pushing his face deeper in as you came around his tongue. He choked at the lack of oxygen, pulling back when you finally let you. Your chest moved as you breathed heavily at that toe curling orgasm. 

When you composed yourself, you smirked at rin’s disheveled appearance. You leaned down to wipe his face with the back of your hand. Your lips grazed his, pressing a soft subtle kiss onto them which was more shocking for rin than everything that had just happened. 

“Good boy. Now get out of my sights and fix that boner of yours” 

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A/n: thank u sm for requesting, this was sm fun to write. and im really glad you liked it :) hopefully this met ur expectations

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.ᐟtouched-starved

.ᐟcw: dub-con, smut mdni, coming inside

𝐼 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑎 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑖𝑟𝑡𝑦 - 𝑝𝑜𝑟𝑛𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟 𝑏𝑦 𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑎 𝑏𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑡

⸝⸝♡⸝⸝♡

Bachira may or may not be crazy. He’s had a crush on your for years and when you finally say yes to having sex with him —he’s been begging you to do so for years— you didn’t expect this outcome. 

Your thighs were pushed up into a mating press, boobs squished together giving the most delicious view to bachira, and arms pinned down under your thighs. 

“Meg-uru, i only..” you hiccupped , biting down on your tongue as his cock circled your entrance. 

“I said only the tip” you cried out, not even able to fight back due to the compromising position.

“Hehe sorry, little monster, i had to break my promise” he grinned, full set of teeth on display. He hadn’t stopped smiling and laughing at your misery. 

What were you supposed to do, you didn’t think it’d turn out like this. 

He pushed his leaking cock inside halfway, he eyes followed as his cock slowly pushed inside. 

“Woah, it’s stretching you out so much. She’s tight, isn’t she?” you sniffled, shaking your head yes. The burn was too much, your walls choked his cock, making his bite down on his lip. His mouth upturned into a cunning smile. He leaned down, whispering against your ear. “You have no idea how many times i’ve jerked off to the thought of this pretty little cunt. And now it’s finally mine” he said, childishly grinning at your expression. 

You thought he was so sweet, so innocent, where’s the kid that would laugh at the stupidest things or make the unfunniest jokes that it was actually funny. 

He shoved the rest of his length inside, moaning your name in bliss. Rather than looking at you, his eyes were locked onto the way your pussy swallow every single inch of his as he slowly pulls out, making you feel every curve of his dick before slamming back in, making your eyes roll the the back of your head. 

“This is fun isn’t it? Hey yn?? It’s fun, right” he demanded, you turned your head away from him, letting your tears drip onto the pillow 

“I said only the tip, and you broke your promise” you whispered, making bachira chuckled. 

“Next time, i’ll do just the tip” he said, not letting you continue as he slammed back into you, over and over again. 

You could see his biceps flex from the way he held down your thighs. His abs tense from the vigorous movement. 

You screamed his name like a prayer, making him only want more. 

He let go of one of your thighs, reach down to rub rough circles over your slippery cunt. 

“Hehe, it’s s’wet” he smiled, leaning down to kiss the side of your mouth. 

“Gonna cum inside, okay?” you didn’t want that, you didn’t want his cum inside of you but you weren’t in any position or argue or fight back. 

You couldn’t even mutter a word before he was emptying himself deep inside your cunt, the feeling of being so full make your pussy clamp down onto him, cumming around him. Your legs shook and body trembled as he pulled out, leaving you empty with nothing but a mixture of both your cums seeping out. 

“You have the prettiest pussy. Well, it’s not yours anymore, it’s mine, okay? Don’t forget that” 

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A/n: bachira is so hot, gtfo

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Fantasies / (t.shigaraki x GN! Reader) (Drabble)

☆ porn no plot

☆ cw / tw : Male masturbation. Thats it. Tomura jacks it.

Tomura really can’t help himself, he’s tried, god he’s tried to stop himself but he’s going fucking feral at this point.

It was totally your fault. Yea. Yea that’s right, you stood too close to him today, he got a whiff of your perfume and now here he was, furiously rutting his hand against his cock like a horny teenager. But fuck he really can’t help it. You smelt so good and shit your hair looked so nice, and your outfit…

“Oh Tomura.” Your voice would be sweet and soft as you’d coo at him. Tomura could see it now, clear as day, you’d grin at him with those pretty eyes and lick down his chest.

Tomura could feel his cock twitch in his hands and he shuddered, chewing on his lips. Fuck, the thought of you was driving him insane, he was going insane. 

“Ah ah… focus on me…” you would dip your head down and kiss the tip of his cock lovingly, licking on his tip. Tomura would jolt, the mere sensation of your tongue on his sensitive cockhead would make his head spin.

And then you’d lean down and take him fully into your mouth and-

Tomura shuddered, cock twitching as he came, his cum dripping off his chest as a slew of curses spilled from his chapped lips.

Shit.

He still couldn’t hold out long enough to finish his fantasy…

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can i request kaiser degradation like him laughing and mocking you cause you can’t take him?especially after being pissed off and giving him attitude the whole day ><

.ᐟ too big, too mean!

.ᐟ cw: smut mdni, too big to fit, condescending kaiser

"𝑔𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑎 𝑓𝑢𝑐𝑘 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑛𝑜 𝑏𝑎𝑟𝑘 𝑖'𝑚 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑜𝑔𝑠 𝑢𝑝 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑏𝑖𝑡𝑐ℎ" - 𝑠𝑡 𝑐ℎ𝑟𝑜𝑚𝑎 𝑏𝑦 𝑡𝑦𝑙𝑒𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑜𝑟

⸝⸝♡⸝⸝♡

Your nails dug into Kaiser's bicep as he pushed his fat cock inside of you inch by inch, agonizingly slow just to hear you cry out for him.

The entire morning you were acting up, teasing him, talking smack about him, and just being a brat.

Until you said something that finally pushed his buttons.

“Yoichi is a better player than you, misha”

He stared up from his phone, jaw clenched. He stood up, walking towards you.

You thought he was just going to tell you to behave like he was doing all day but he grabbed you by your wrist, hoisting you up and dropping you onto the couch.

He had had it with your shit. Your teasing, your uncontrolled mouth, the way you were mocking him just for a bit of attention. Now it was his turn.

“Aww can’t even take my cock?” he asked, his voice dripping with inferiority as he had you pinned to the couch, your face turned away from him, eyes red around the edges from the burn of your tears.

“Misha.. No more, i-i can’t” you hiccuped, it was no use in trying to push him off. He clearly had the upper hand.

“What? All bark no bite, baby? Thought you wanted my attention, now that you have it, you wanna turn away?” he slapped the side of your thighs. Not hard but it still stung considering how large and rough his hands are.

“Too big” you whimpered, your pussy throbbed around his length at the lack of movements. Kaiser smirked, leaning down to kiss in between your breasts.

“Thats too bad, isn’t it?” he grinned pushing it in deeper, loving the way you screamed his name, begging him to pull out.

“I’d love to take my time with you, baby but my dick’s starting to hurt. I might need to hurry up” he said, leaning over you, his hot breath fanning over your face. You trembled as he shoved the rest of his aching cock inside, stretching your pussy deliciously around him.

Your cries were covered up with his lips on yours. He moved his hips. The sound of his cock slapping against your cunt echoed inside the penthouse along with your broken moans and sobs.

“Shh be a good girl and i might let you cum” he grinned, twisting your nipples between 2 fingers.

“Misha! Baby, slow- please.. Please” you rambled on, not even making sense at this point. He couldn’t help but laugh at how pathetic you looked.

“Can you not even take my cock, what’re you good for, baby” he said against your skin. You could feel pressure building up in your core.

“Close! ‘M so close” you looked at him with big doll eyes, he grabbed your waist, thrusting inside of you, pulling the most back arching orgasm out of you.

“Don’t relax just yet, we’re only getting started, baby”

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A/n: i'm so so so sorry, these reqs did not turn out good at alll, i tried to make them as readable as i could but they're so bad. to whoever sent these, as an apology, yall can send in a bunch more because i feel bad for not putting in enough effort. my mind was elsewhere while writing :(t

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can I req a fic with sae, and the reader and rin are friends, and sae doesnt like it and he’s just really mean to the reader even though she didn’t nothing, and rin goes out and sae forces her into his room n then u can do wtv u want >_<

.ᐟ wrong kind of attention

.ᐟ cw: smut mdni, mean!sae, best friend's brother, degrading kinda

𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑔𝑖𝑟𝑙 𝑖𝑠 𝑎 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙 𝑐𝑟𝑜𝑤𝑑 𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒𝑟 (𝑜ℎ, 𝑦𝑒𝑎ℎ) - 𝑏𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑏𝑒𝑒𝑡𝑙𝑒𝑠 𝑏𝑦 𝑟𝑎𝑒 𝑠𝑟𝑒𝑚𝑚𝑢𝑟𝑑

⸝⸝♡⸝⸝♡

You were one of rin’s closest friend. Maybe his only friend but that didn’t matter.

You were at his house at the moment, wearing his jersey because your shirt got wet due to the rain when you and rin were running back home from uni.

What was weird was that rin’s brother was home and he kept giving you these dirty looks. Did he not like you being here? You tried staying away from him, not wanting to get caught up in anything.

“Hey yn, I have some errands to run. I’ll be right back” rin stepped in to tell you. You smiled, waving at him as he left. You were sitting on the couch in front of their abnormally large tv not knowing what to do.

You made your way upstairs, wanting to go into rin’s room to relax but you came face to face with an unwanted presence.

Sae. you looked up at him, expression unreadable, jaw clenched and arms crossed over his chest like he hated you for breathing.

“Why are you here? Rin’s not home” his voice flat and monotonous

You quirked an eyebrow, taking a step back to maintain distance.

“Sorry.. Could you move, please” you said quietly, not wanting to get into it with sae itoshi.

He grabbed your wrist pushing you inside rin’s bedroom. You nearly tripped over your own feet but you grabbed on to the bed before you could fall.

You glared up at sae, whose eyes were dissecting every inch of you, judging you like you’re nothing.

“Why does it matter. I’m not bothering you”

“You are” he stepped closer “your presence alone ticks me off” he hooked a finger under your chin making you look up.

You didn’t know what to say to that. You’d never done anything to him—always polite, always quiet, always careful not to cross whatever invisible line he had drawn in this apartment. And still, every time, Sae looked at you like you were some stain he couldn’t scrub out.

“Rin likes me being here,” you said, softer this time.

Sae’s jaw clenched. “Yeah. I’ve noticed.”

The pads of his fingers came in contact with your chest, pushing you down onto the bed.

“Sae, what’re you doing”

“Trying to find out what rin sees in you” his eyes flickered down to your exposed thigh. Your uniform skirt riding up, exposing the soft skin.

“You’re a dick”

“You haven’t left, yet” was he referring to you leaving the room or the house? Before you knew it, he was leaning down, pressing his lips onto yours.

You should’ve left by now, god, why haven’t you left. Instead, you tilted your head back, giving him better access to your lips. His lips moved against your, they were soft, he tasted like mint. He pulled away, grinning at your dazed expression.

“You like him don’t you?”

“N-no!” what the hell was he on about.

“I see the way you look at him. But don’t worry, i’ll change that” what now?

He straightened his back, unbuckling his belt. Your eyes widened looking at him.

He pulled his hard cock out from his boxers, bringing it close to your face.

“I’m not forcing you to stay here, you could leave” he said, you stared up at him through your lashes, letting his precum drip onto your lips. The salty flavour spreads through your mouth. You leaned up, parting your lips, sticking your tongue out, mouth coming in contact with sae’s sensitive tip.

You wrapped your lips around him, slowly taking him.

“There we go, good” his words went straight to your core, making you press your thighs together. His free hand fisted your hair pushing you all the way down. He groaned at his cock hit the back of your throat.

You clung onto him as he thrusted himself into your mouth at a brutal pace, not leaving any room for oxygen.

Your cries came out muffled, sending the vibrations straight to his dick. Before you knew it, he was filling your mouth up with that salty liquid.

You had held his cum in your mouth, some dripping down your chin and onto your thighs.

“Swallow” he demanded, swiping the cum from your thighs and lips with his middle finger. You painfully swallowed, parting your lips to clean off his finger that he brought up to your mouth.

He leaned down, inspecting your face. You thought he was going to kiss you so you leaned up only for him to push you down onto the bed.

“As if i’d kiss you after you took my dick in your mouth” he scoffed, turning to walk out the door, he stopped right before turning the handle.

“You’re not all that bad.. With your mouth shut” he gave you a cruel smirk before walking out.

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A/n: im so sorry, this is complete ass. i just found out i have to move out in like 3 months and i'm lwk so stressed. but i promised to answer reqs. so here it is. hopefully it's enough enough. i feel a writer's block coming but i'm trying to push thro, lets see.

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⋆~.ᐟTeacher satoru

.ᐟcw: smut mdni, teacher x student

"𝐼 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑘, 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑘 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑠𝑒𝑒" - 𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑑𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑒 𝑏𝑦 𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑎𝑛𝑎 𝑔𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒

✎﹏﹏♡

Teacher satoru.ᐟ who catches you giving him ‘fuck me’ eyes every time you guys are in the middle of a lesson.

Teacher satoru.ᐟwould bend down to pick up the pencil you dropped, grazing his fingers up your legs as he straightened himself and handed it to you.

Teacher satoru.ᐟ who knows you wear the tightest shirt and the most prominent lace bra you own, just so you can tease him while he lectures the class. You can see as he steals glances from you, not even bothering to hide the fact that his eyes are lingering a bit too long on your chest.

Teacher satoru.ᐟ who asks you to stay after class so you guys can chat.

Teacher satoru.ᐟ who makes you stand in front of him, unbuttoning your shirt so he can admire the pretty bra you wore for him.

Teacher satoru.ᐟ who leans back in his chair, legs spread while he asks you to play with your tits through the bra. He’ll pull down the lacy blue bra to see your pretty tits but won’t take it off.

Teacher satoru.ᐟ who makes you get on your knees and suck his long cock while he has your thighs spread with his foot, making you play with your wet pussy.

“You look distracted. If you want to cum so badly, you’ll have to make me finish first and then i’ll let you cum”

Teacher satoru.ᐟ who won’t let you cum until you beg him.

Teacher satoru.ᐟ who’ll bend you over his desk, rubbing his long fingers over your dripping cunt and making you ride them until you cum all over them. He’ll pinch your clit if you’re not doing a good job at keeping him entertained. He would push them inside so deep, knowing damn well how long his fingers are, just so he can hear you cry out his name.

"Keep going, there we go. such a good girl, hm?"

Teacher satoru.ᐟ who’ll either smear the cum all over your tits or he’ll shove his fingers deep in your mouth, making you lick them clean.

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A/N: idk if the people from my permanent taglist want to be tagged for my stories outside of bllk but.. i'll keep it this way. if you want to only be tagged for bllk, lemme know and i'll change it. idk how i'm feeling about this layout but the blue lwk eats

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hi may i please request reo with size kink and fem reader? ^_^ ur work is so cute!!!

.ᐟSize kink

.ᐟcw: smut mdni, size kink

"𝐼'𝑙𝑙 𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑛𝑑 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑚𝑦 𝑚𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑦 𝑜𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢 '𝑐𝑎𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢'𝑟𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑡ℎ 𝑖𝑡" - 𝑎𝑑𝑣𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑔𝑒 𝑏𝑦 𝐷𝑎𝑛𝑖𝑒𝑙 𝐷𝑖 𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑙𝑜

･･ꕀ𖧷

Gosh, i can’t even describe how much i love size kink. 

Cause imagine reo mikage with a size kink. At first glance he doesn’t seem it but this man is 6’1 AND lean. 

Reo loves holding your hand, your little hand fitting perfectly in his palm; it made his mind wander off to darker, dirtier places. Imagining him holding you down, both your hands in one of his, pinned above your head while he fills you up with his cock. 

He finds it so unbelievably cute when you’re holding something and it looks twice as big in your hands than it does with him. 

And going back to holding hands, when you try wrapping your hand around his wrist, he can’t help but feel himself getting hard. Your hands barely fit around his wrist, so imagine them around.. Something else. 

Another thing he loves is when you guys play find and he so easily manhandles you. And you let him. You let him throw your body around like a ragdoll. Or when he’s on top of you, after you guys play fight and you look so cute giggling and squirming beneath him. So small, so breakable. 

When he goes out on his morning runs. There are times where you join him and when he watches you bend over and tie your shoelaces, he can’t look away from how small your shoes are compared to his. Or when you both come back home after being out, and the difference in size between the shoes, coats and jackets. It really does something to him

Reo lives to spoil, tease, and absolutely ruin you. His size kink isn’t just physical—it’s psychological. He wants you squirming, blushing, looking up at him with wide eyes, tears brimming your waterline as you dig your nails into his chest. 

His pretty pink tip pushed past your entrance and your tight little pussy is just choking it, clenching around him like your life depends on it. 

His size alone scared you, but at the same time, it made you want to rub your thighs together. 

“It won’t fit reo, ‘s too big” you said quietly, voice barely above a whisper, not looking away from his cock that wasn’t even half way in and you wanted to tap out. 

“Relax, sweetheart, i’ll make it fit, i always have, right?”

Whenever he buys you something, which is almost everyday, especially if it’s lingerie, he’d buy it in a size or two smaller. Because when he asks you to put it on and you come out the closet with the sheer bra wrapped tightly around your chest, barely holding on or covering anything. Or the way the panties mold to the shape of your body, his cock is instantly twitching in his pants, begging to be inside of you. 

Even if you complain about it being too tight, he’ll just tell you how beautiful you look, making you forget what you were whining about. 

“Princess you look so. So hot in that. It fits perfectly. Come closer, lemme take a closer look at it”

Oh and can’t forget, when you’re riding him, don’t even get me started. He’s always the one who asks you to ride him because you’re not a fan of it since it hurts. But when he has you on top, sliding down onto his cock, he swears he’s in heaven. 

“Reo.. it hurts, it’s too deep.” 

“C’mon princess, you can take it. Take all of it, alright?” he coos, softly rubbing your cheek, wiping your teary eyes. 

You slide down, mouth wide open, some noises of discomfort leaving your mouth, as you struggle to fit it all in.

Once you finally get it in, he’ll ask you to slowly start by moving your hips and by the end of it, he’ll have his large hands gripping onto your hips, thrusting into you like you’re a fleshlight. 

Usually once he’s inside, he places his hand on your stomach, pushing down on the imprint of his cock in your tummy making you whine. 

“Reoo, it’s-”

“Shh, look, baby. You can feel my cock inside of you, you feel that?” he says with a grin, taking your hand and pressing it on top of your stomach to make you feel it as well. 

90 percent of the time, reo ends up cumming quickly because he’s visually stimulated but that doesn’t mean you guys are stopping. No, he’s probably gonna keep you up the whole night until you memorize the shape of his cock. 

Reo won’t ever outright tell you he has the size kink but fuck does he love being around you. Whether it be on top, behind, infront or even beside. 

He loves how tiny you are and how easily he can throw you around, lift you, do whatever he wants.

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A/n: this is so messy, I don't like it, I'll make another post about size kink reo

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ᝰ.ᐟcrash course in chaos

.ᐟcw: street racer!shidou, mechanic's daughter!reader, smut mdni, car sex, hate sex (kinda)

"𝑁𝑜, 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑖𝑛'𝑡 𝑔𝑜𝑡 𝑛𝑜 𝑀𝑟𝑠.​ 𝑂ℎ, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑔𝑜𝑡 𝑎 𝑠𝑝𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑠 𝑐𝑎𝑟" - 𝑠𝑝𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑠 𝑐𝑎𝑟 𝑏𝑦 𝑡𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑚𝑐𝑟𝑎𝑒

ᯓ★ᯓ⚡︎

Your dad owns a garage that half the underground world owes their life to. You’ve spent years around wrenches and oil-stained concrete, but always on the edges—never in the driver’s seat.

Until one quiet night, your precious baby, a ‘94 nissan gets stolen. No, correction, it wasn’t stolen, it was a challenge. 

That's how the world of racer’s works. If they want to challenge someone, they’ll take their car. 

It was quite annoying since you had it parked outside, unlocked, to work on it. You left for 5 whole seconds to grab some water and when you stepped out, it was gone. You gritted your teeth, throwing your wrench onto the pavement. 

You’ll find that fucking bastard and kill him. Your dad was asleep and all his cars were parked away. The only car you could use at the moment was some old run-down truck of his.

And so you did. You found out where your car was using the tracker you had in it. 

You arrived at some old abandoned lot, which many racers used to make deals or have meetings. 

There it was, you saw your baby, under a pale flickering yellow light. the rest of the garage was empty other than one other car standing out back. You ran out the truck, rushing up to your car, inspecting it to check nothing was stolen or damaged. 

It took you a second to realize the keys weren’t there. Of course that fucker probably took it with him. You’ll need to hotwire it.

You grabbed a screwdriver from your green cargo pants, typing up your hair. You’re taking your car back one way or another. 

You opened the drivers door, getting on your knees. You played around with some of the wires, which you probably shouldn’t be doing without gloves but fuck it. 

Sweat dripped down your face, you’ve seen your dad do this a million times, so why couldn’t you do it. Fuck which wire was it?

Your hands blackened in grease, chewing on your lip, digging into wires with shaking fingers. 

“Wrong wire, sweetheart.”

You flinched, not turning around but he sounds familiar. The voice hits you like a growl. Deep. Languid. Too damn close, he’s leaning over you, you can smell his cologne. 

You finish twisting one of the copper wires and glare up at the tall, tanned figure looming over you.

Of fucking course. It’s shidou ryusei. Correction, a shirtless shidou ryusei

Pink highlights. Lazy smirk. Tattoos playing all over his exposed skin, a gold chain around his neck and similar earring. 

He leaned against your car like he owned it, staring down at you with half-lidded eyes.

And in his hand. The keys of your car. 

You stood up, glaring at him with clenched fists. 

He still towered over you. You didn’t know much about the man he was but you’ve heard his name from your father and from what you’ve heard about this infamous man. 

You knew he was unhinged, filthy and a fucking menace. 

“You have the nerve to steal my car and then criticize my wiring.” 

“I mean, baby” he leans down, chain grazing your face, “technically you challenged me, who parks a baby like this outside all alone, and with the keys just hanging on top.”

You clenched your jaw, watching him. Watching as he eyes you, eyes dropping down to your white tank top which had gone transparent from the sweat. Your pink bra peeking through the fabric. 

“Give me my damn car back, shidou” 

“Don’t say my name with such hatred, it turns me on” 

“My. fucking. Car.”

“Take it.” he whispers against your ear. 

You push him back and smirks. 

He tosses you the keys.

“You drive stick, princess?” 

“Better than you ever could” 

“Good, come on, baby. Lets see if that mouth can back it up”

ᯓ★ᯓ⚡︎

An hour later, your hands are on the wheel, 

Your thighs are trembling, not from nerves. No, from adrenaline and maybe some rage. 

You’re flooring it down a private stretch of concrete deep in the industrial district, tires screeching, Shidou yelling like a maniac in the passenger seat. 

“Haha! Fuck, thats it baby, step on it!” he yelled like a maniac, you scoffed, not doing a very good job at hiding the upturn of your lips. 

“Shut it, crazy fucker”

“Make me” he grinned, leaning in towards you.

You slam the brakes. You both jolt forward, the seatbelt biting into your chest.

Shidou’s grin is unholy. His hands are on the dashboard, but then—they’re not.

They’re on your thigh. Fingers curling just inches away from some place he shouldn’t be close to. 

“You really are something, aren’t cha, princess. Got a mouth like a whip and you drift like a fuckin demon.”

“You done” you turn your face towards him. Was the car always this hot? 

“Not even close” he says, leaning in closer. You can feel his breath, mint gum. His body smells like gasoline and musky cologne. 

Mind you, he was still shirtless, only wearing black cargos that hung low on his waist. The band of his calvins on full display. 

“You hotwired your way into my night. You think I’m just gonna let you walk away?”

He says, hooking a finger under your chin, tilting your head back.

“Want a thank you for auto theft?” 

“Nah, i just wanna see what else you can do with these hands.”

He smirks. You don’t know who moves first but your lips are on his. Not soft, not gentle, it was violent. 

You wrap your arms around his neck, his hand over your nape, keeping you close. 

He licks around the seam of your lips. Shoving his tongue down your throat the second you part your lips. His hand leaves your thigh, groping your chest through the tank top. 

You uncomfortably adjust yourself, thighs digging into the gearshift. You clawed down his tatted back, he tugs your hair, pulling a groan out of you. 

You pull back, hands on his chest, panting as you both stare each other with nothing but lust in your eyes. 

“Backseat. Now.” you hesitate for a secon,d but he catches it.

“Scared?” 

“You wish. I’ll fucking wreck you” you grit, pulling him down by his hair

“I should be the one saying that princess” he smirks, and his lips are on yours again. 

You don’t make it to the back seat.

Not really.

You’re straddling him in the passenger seat, knees jammed on either side of the leather seats. Hard cock digging into your inner thighs. 

He pulls your tank top down along with your bra, watching your tits bounce out. 

“They’re so fucking hot” he murmurs before his lips are on your tits, tongue circling your nipples, he’s tugging and biting on the soft skin. 

You moan, throwing your head back, grinding down onto him.

He grins against your skin, trailing up your hot body, biting down on your neck. 

“Look at you, just melting for me” he smirks, twisting your nipple between his forefingers. 

“I’ll fucking melt a wrench on your fa-”

“Shut the hell up and ride me” he says, slapping your covered thigh. You clenched your jaw. Letting him take off your pants while you work on his. 

You take his cock out the restraints. His fingers dip past your panties, smearing your slick all around your pussy. 

“You’re fucking soaked” 

“It’s the adrenaline,” you lied through your  teeth, making him chuckle. “..and the rage”

“Oh yeah, little liar? Then stay mad, it’s hot” you blushed, your face hot, sweaty, similar to shidou’s body. 

His abs tensed under your touch, as you rubbed your pussy over his tip. 

You lower yourself onto him but shidou obviously isn’t for that. He grips your hips, slamming you down onto his pelvis. 

You choked on your spit, nails digging into his shoulder, letting out a silent scream. His cock stretches you out unbelievably wide. You tried adjusting to his thick throbbing length. 

You could tell he was holding back. Fingers digging into your hips so hard, it bruises the soft skin. Your moans echo off the windshield. The windows fog. The seat rocks. His hands grip your hips so hard it bruises. He’s messy, filthy, and unfiltered. 

“Take it. Just like that—yeah—fuck yeah—look at you—so tight around me, baby—”

“Shidou! Oh god, fuck” you cried out, moving yourself on his cock. Thighs burning as you go on.

“Say my name, say it again” he breathed out, grabbing a handful of your ass, guiding you. 

Your fingers tug at his chain, biting down on your lower lip. Your head's thrown back, sweat dripping down your forehead.

“Shidou! Fuck shidou your cock feels so good” you moan, running your nails down his chest.

Your thighs burn from the friction. But you don’t stop. You ride him like you’ve got something to prove. Because you do.

He’s panting your name now. Whimpering it. He pulls you in, biting your shoulder. His hips stutter.

“Fuck baby, I-”

“Don’t you dare finish before me, fucking thief” you grit your teeth, he doesn't. He holds on, gritting his teeth, until you gasp—eyes fluttering, nails clawing down his back.

You’re biting down on his toned shoulder, licking along his collar bones. 

“Shit, making me up, huh, princess?” he smirks, slapping your ass.

“Only getting you back for what you did.”

And before you can speak up. You’re clenching around him, screaming his name while you cover his thick length in your juices. Your breathing is ragged, you fall limp, but shidou picks up where you left off, thrusting up inside you. Wet sounds echo in the car. 

And soon after, he’s cumming inside, filling you up, as a mixture of yours and his cum leaks down his length, dripping onto his pelvis. 

When you both come down, it’s quiet. The windshield’s fogged. Your hair’s a mess. He looks blissed-out, lips swollen, chest heaving.

Your head is resting on his chest, his fingers running through your hair. You twirl the chain around your finger, looking up at him.

“You gonna steal my car again, next time?” 

“Princess, if you want to get fucked, you can just ask” 

“Ugh, don’t even. Your dick wasn’t even that good” you laughed under your breath and shidou seemed amused, squeezing your ass, making your yelp. 

“You say but when i asked to take my dick out of you, you screamed no” you blushed hiding your face, earning a chuckle from shidou. 

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A/n: very very long and not edited at all. this was such a hot concept to write.

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ᝰ.ᐟstreet racer!shidou hcs

.ᐟcw: smut mdni, explicit content, drug consumption, weed, alcohol, blood

"𝐷𝑟𝑢𝑛𝑘, 𝐼𝑡𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑜𝑛𝑙𝑦 𝑤𝑎𝑦 𝐼'𝑚 𝑠𝑢𝑝𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒" - 𝐹𝑀$ 𝑏𝑦 𝑛𝑒𝑤 𝑏𝑜𝑦𝑧

ᯓ★ᯓ⚡︎

street racer!shidou.ᐟShows up to underground afterparties already halfway gone—shirt loose, lip bleeding from a crash, and still downing shots like water.

street racer!shidou.ᐟdoesn’t race to win—he races to destroy. he's not called mad dog for no reason.

street racer!shidou.ᐟ he gets in fights soo often, you've lost track of how many times he's punched people for the most insignificant things. oh and don't even get me started on how he comes up behind guys when they're being rude to you or flirting with you. he'll tell you to leave and wait by his car and once he comes back, he would say they just talked but his busted up bleeding knuckles say otherwise

street racer!shidou.ᐟHe loves pushing people off their lines, brushing bumpers, sending sparks flying.

street racer!shidou.ᐟHe laughs when he's about to crash and grins when the engine starts smoking.

street racer!shidou.ᐟDownshifts like he’s pulling a trigger. His car sounds angry—just like him.

street racer!shidou.ᐟLives in the moment. Doesn’t think long-term, which makes him dangerous.

street racer!shidou.ᐟRough hands, even rougher kisses. Loves bruising your lips with how hard he kisses. speaking of rough hands, he knows you stare at his hands a little more than necessary, especially when he's working on a car. his large hands covered in oil, cuts and marks. he'll smirk and pull you onto his lap, wrapping them around you thighs,

"if you're gn'a stare, at least make it less obvious, princess"

street racer!shidou.ᐟAlways has an arm slung around your neck or waist, whispering shit in your ear in public just to see you squirm.

"you see my car over there, yeah? you'd look so good laying flat on it while you take my cock. just imagine everyone watching you getting absolutely fucking ruined"

street racer!shidou.ᐟLowkey likes when you brat. He sees it as a challenge—and he never backs down from those.

"you look so cute acting up, you'll look even cuter when you're begging me to let you cum tonight"

street racer!shidou.ᐟlives for the public. whether it be showing off his skills or fucking you where everyone can see, he'd cover your face if you're embarrassed but if he's feeling feisty, he'll even fuck you against his enemies' cars

street racer!shidou.ᐟDrinks tequila straight from the bottle. No lime. No salt. Just raw burn, like him.

street racer!shidou.ᐟPops pills and grins like the devil himself. Ecstasy makes him too touchy, too turned on, too chaotic to control. "don't tell me to relax, princess, the fun 's only getting started" he'd say before throwing back another pill

street racer!shidou.ᐟSometimes he’s so high, he’ll drag you into his car and fuck you on the hood, motor still hot, bass still thumping. even if you beg him to take you somewhere private, he'll just grin and tease you.

"don't be shy, everyone here already knows you're mine, so why fight it?"

street racer!shidou.ᐟ when he drinks too much or is way too intoxicated, he'll pull you onto his lap, will kiss you sloppy and messy like he’s starving. Pants halfway down, voice breathy against your neck:

“Let’s make this night hurt, yeah?”

street racer!shidou.ᐟHas a thing for mirrors—wants you bent over in front of one, so he can see everything. he'll force you to watch yourself, especially when he's slipping his cock inside, he would definetly be the type of person to make you watch yourself when you ride his cock.

"hey! hey, eyes on the mirror, keep em open, that's right, good girl"

street racer!shidou.ᐟWill eat you out while high, moaning against you like he’s getting off on your taste. Might even talk dirty to your pussy like it’s a person. PLUS he has a pierced tongue, so imagine him fucking you with it, the little metal ball coming in contact with your sensitive pussy, knowing you're close to coming for the nth time as you twitch and throb under him.

"she's so pretty, fuck, taste's so damn good"

street racer!shidou.ᐟIf he’s drunk enough, he’ll put you in his lap in the club booth, hand between your thighs under your dress, no shame, no mercy.

“You’re dripping. Just from me looking at you. That’s kinda slutty, babe.”

street racer!shidou.ᐟRoadhead while high? Absolutely. But he'll slam the brakes mid-blowjob just to hear you gasp and clutch the seat. he'll laugh when you choke around his fat cock, tears streaming down your face. he'll coo you only to shove your head deeper.

"aww, too big? you're doing great princess, keep going, you're mouth is so nice and warm"

street racer!shidou.ᐟ Likes when you ride him wearing nothing but his racing jacket and heels. and maybe sometimes some cute lacy panties. he'll put your legs on his shoulders nearly folding you in half as he thrusts inside of you, knowing damn well his cock is kissing your cervix.

"ahh- princess you're sucking me in, are you that needy for cock?"

street racer!shidou.ᐟ If you guys have sex in the back of his car, or in the drivers seat, he would purposely leave the windows rolled down for anyone passing by to see who you belong to.

“One more round. Just one more. Can’t stop thinking about how tight you were. Don’t tap out yet, princess.”

street racer!shidou.ᐟ He pours champagne on your chest, licks it off like a damn savage.

street racer!shidou.ᐟ Smokes a cigarette post-sex with his head thrown back, marks and scratches all over him like war wounds. And then says:

“You’ll be the death of me, baby. Hope you’re ready to take the fall.”

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A/n: he's such a fucking freak, i want him. This came out a bit later than needed, all of my prewritten drafts were posted, so i had to write in bulk yesterday and got too lazy to post. For the person that requested a shidou fic

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Category: Villain

shigaraki x afab!reader

tags: grinding, fingering, virginity loss (tomura's), more experienced reader, praise kink if you squint

warnings: this is a smut fic. | 18+ | MDNI / Ageless blogs DNI

wc: 2.2k

a/n: this is a character study wrapped in a smutty bow. Pre-MVA characterization. this is also my second time writing smut, pls go easy on me

happy birthday tomura baby <3

Tomura had been branded as a freak the instant he killed his entire family at only five-years old. It was a mark that stood stark against the surface of his pale skin, its burn traveling through every layer of skin and flesh, down to the bone. Even as a mere child, he was always treated like some sort of monster. The kind of guy you'd see coming and cross to the other side of the street. Someone you'd worry about following you home. A degenerate. A creep. A villain.

With All For One's guidance, he had learned to embrace these views of himself at a very young age. No one would ever help him, no hero or bystander. He was a villain, after all. And if he couldn't be anything but a disgusting villain, he might as well be the most disgusting villain in Japan.

His views changed when you stumbled into his life. At first, he didn't know how to react to you. To your kindness. You would tease him, call him cute. You were somehow capable of drawing out a softness in him—the part of him that wanted to pet every dog he saw out on a walk. The part of him that wanted to hold your hand. Parts of him he thought died with his family.

Growing up, Tomura was obsessed villains. The kind that killed and destroyed. This obsession was found in all forms of media; comic books, television shows, and as he soon found, porn.

The villain stereotyping for porn was…interesting. Brutal and careless, the kind of person who took, not gave. A selfish lover, if one could even use that word. Reality didn't always equal fiction. And Tomura was a real villain, forged in iron and blood, not an over exaggerated caricature of evil. He hated how soft he felt when he was with you. How softly he wanted to fuck you.

It wasn't supposed to be this way. He was a villain, someone who wanted utter destruction, not for selfish reasons, but for the betterment of society, for fucks sake. Villains were harsh. Cruel. Possessing a ruthlessness and violence that was incongruent with affection or tenderness. All media, all stereotyping, should have made him merciless. His pornographic counterpart would have you folded over, cruelly pounding away at your cunt in a mating press, uncaring and unconcerned about the possible effects of decay from where his hands pressed below your knees.

It wasn't just that he was scared of hurting you, it was that a fear that he'd become the thing everyone expected him to be—cruel, uncaring, selfish—and those traits would come out when he was with you. With the ones he loved. Your love for Tomura came easy. Getting him to love himself came harder.

It started slow on your insistence of his comfort—long make out sessions in abandoned buildings that left both your lips red and swollen and his cock straining beneath his boxers, a wet spot on the front as evidence of his arousal. He always felt guilty after; dark finger-shaped bruises from where he gripped your ass and thighs tightly, desperate to feel your skin even through his artists gloves. Slowly though, he began to realize that you didn't exactly mind, often guiding his hands exactly where you wanted them, admiring the marks he made in the mirror.

It was during one of these sessions where things got a bit heavier than normal. You were sat, straddled over his lap, his hands kneading your ass under the hem of your shorts, when you suddenly and involuntarily jerked, grinding into his dick, hard beneath his black pants. From the way you shuddered and moaned into his mouth, the friction must have gone directly to your clit.

"God—sorry," you gasped.

Sliding his hands up to your hips, Tomura guided you over his cock, rocking his hips into yours.

"Don't be," He panted into your mouth.

Your pussy was so warm through the fabric of his pants as you began to grind your clit over his length, hard against his thigh. You looked so beautiful like this—moans escaping your lips as your face contorted in pleasure. You looked like you wanted him to fuck you.

Suddenly he was twitching in his pants, hot, wet cum soaking the fabric of his jeans, a choked whimper escaping his mouth.

He couldn't hear anything over the sound of yours and his breathing, coming out in short, quick breaths, his heartbeat in his ears.

Tightening his grip on your waist, he looked up at you. You had a satisfied, almost smug looking smile on your face. Leaning in to kiss him again, you murmured against his lips. "Whatever you want to do, I trust you." Suddenly he wasn't what people thought of him. He was a villain, yes, but he was capable of things no stereotyped reflection of himself would be able to do. He could fuck you hard if he wanted. But softly? He was allowed to do that as well, and it didn't make him any less of a villain.

Placing his hand on your lower back, he turned and sat up, flipping you onto your back on the couch. "Can I finger you?"

Your pupils dilated, large and dark with want. "Please." He wished he wasn't wearing his stupid gloves, that way he could decay your shorts and underwear off for quicker access. He wished he could control his quirk better. He wished a lot of things. He let you unbutton them, helping you tug them down and off the rest of the way.

"Someone's impatient," you laughed, breathy, as you spread your legs, bent at the knee.

He felt his face flush even further, if that was possible. "Shut up."

Slowly, he slid his ring finger over your folds, relinquishing in the way you shuddered from the touch, not from fear of him, but out of anticipation. Desire. A craving only he could satisfy. He licked his dry, cracking lips, smiling as he slowly slid his ring finger in all the way, coating it in a wetness that clung to his skin. He didn't know it'd be so.. soft. Warm.

His middle finger, clad in the fabric of his glove, went in next. You opened so easily, evidence of your arousal. Arousal for him. He felt his dick twitch in his pants. Curling his fingers up, he felt a small sense of pride course through him at the way you gasped. He pistoned his fingers in and out, focused on on your sweet spot, a wet, squelching noise filling his ears, combined with your soft moans and keens. Just for him. Because of him.

He grinned as your whines increased in pitch and frequency, your hands coming up to pull him down into a kiss as you tightened around his fingers as you came.

He made sure to get condoms on the next supply run.

It was a miracle you both were able to find a mattress that wasn't piss or blood-soaked, covered in questionable stains, or torn in the middle. The two of you managed to sequester some time alone, adding onto the list of current miracles leading to this moment.

Shaking, Tomura's hands wrapped around the condom, the lubrication from it wetting and sticking to his palm and fingers as he unrolled it over his length. A million thoughts raced through his head. What if his dick was too small? What if you thought it was ugly? Could a dick be ugly?

You were patiently watching him from on the bed, legs bent to the side. From the way your eyes widened when he stripped off his t-shirt and kicked his pants and boxers aside, he supposed he could toss the "small" and "ugly" insecurity in the trash. There was an obvious air of lust and affection in your gaze as your eyes traversed the planes of his body. He bristled, feeling undeserving of your gaze.

"Do you have to watch me so intently?"

You laughed at how his embarrassment only reddened him further. "I can look away if you want," the smile on your lips turned playful, mirth glinting in your eye. His brow furrowed as he was certain whatever words came next were meant to embarrass him further.

"But you have a pretty dick, so I'll keep watching if you don't mind."

"Shut up," he groaned despite his own smile as he lightly pushed you to lie back on the bed, your laughter singing in his ears before silenced by his lips on yours. His cock, hot and heavy, tapped against the plane of your stomach as he crawled over you, caging your body in with his.

He felt a smug sense of satisfaction as he pinched your nipple with one hand, making you gasp into his mouth. "You're the pretty one."

Separating for air, he sat up, leaning back on his calves. Your cunt was covered in a sheer layer of your arousal, pretty and flushed. Sliding his fingers in just like before, he scissored them against your soaked walls, stretching you out in preparation. Once sufficiently stretched, he lined the head of his cock up to your entrance. Slowly, he thrust in with a low groan, eyes rolling back. You were somehow warmer, tighter around his length than his fingers. You gasped, fisting the blanket underneath you as he pushed in, inch by inch, until he bottomed out.

He looked down at where the two of you connected, blue tufts of hair trailing down to the shaft of his cock, swallowed by your tight hole.

"It's, uh-," Tomura panted, face strained from behind the light blue strands of hair that curtained off the planes of his cheeks, "-a lot tighter than expected."

He looked ethereal like this, a flushed, peachy hue painting his skin down to his bare chest. "Yeah," you sighed, pushing his hair behind his ears. "Take your time. I need a second, too."

Your thumb traced over the planes of his face, over the rough texture of the scar on his lip. His hips jerked as he kissed your thumb, leaning down to kiss your lips, gloved hands creating waves over the blankets like sand dunes in a desert.

For a moment he lingered, lost in the saccharine taste of your tongue and the syrupy wetness between your legs as your walls pulsed and clenched around his dick, the vibrations of your moans making his lips tingle. All the porn in the world wouldn’t have prepared him for how tender and warm this felt, the soft expanse of your thighs grounding him and keeping him close.

Slowly he began to move his hips, relishing in the way your sex gripped his cock, the friction of your pussy against every vein and nerve slowing and streamlining his thoughts to follow one command: faster.

His hips sped up, chasing the friction his nerves so desired. He became enraptured by your face- every twitch between your brows, every noise or whimper you made, the way your face contorted when he hit just the right spot. He felt high off it, the expanse of your pleasure evident from every ridge and valley of your face, contorted and shifting with every moan. Chasing the high, he shifted the angle of his hips, your moans increasing in pitch as one hand grasped at the base of his neck, gently tugging at the hairs at his nape, the other rubbing circles into your clit.

"Please—you're so good, you feel so good—" you gasped, voice coming out choked around every thrust. His brain lagged from the praise, a brief stutter in his hips as his thoughts clipped through his head.

"Can you get on top."

"Yeah," you laughed, breathy with amusement at his reaction. Flipping over, you sunk down on his length, somehow deeper than he was before, with a low groan. "Oh fuck." Slowly you began to move your hips, grinding your swollen, puffy clit over the whispy hairs leading down to his shaft, an arousal and slickness that mixed between the two of you leaking down onto his skin. He wished he could feel it on his cock, how sticky and wet you were as you surrounded him. He bet it felt perfect.

His hands grasped around your hips as you rode him, face flushed and sweaty, chest and beading with droplets of sweat. From this angle, his dick was hitting the perfect spot, making you see stars. A tightness in your belly grew as you increased your pace, riding him with a fervor as you approached your orgasm. You stilled as your pussy fluttered around him, tightening as you unraveled. He was close before, but as you tightened, the dam broke. With a final thrust, he spilled hot bursts of cum into the condom, his grip tight around your soft hips.

You slumped against him, bare tits pressed into his chest, forehead nestled into the crook of his neck. A wave of calm serenity washed over him as he pressed a kiss into your hairline, lightly muscled arms wrapping snug around your back.

You sighed, content, mumbling into his neck.

"I love you."

He felt his dick twitch from where it still lay inside you. "We're doing that again later."

────⋆⋅☆ Fell in lust ! Lust for love

.ᐟCw: Suggestive, street racer!otoya x Stripper!reader, dramatic?

"𝐼 𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑖𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑚𝑒, 𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑛 𝑢𝑝. 𝐷𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑔𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑎 𝑓𝑢𝑐𝑘, 𝑦𝑒𝑎ℎ" - 𝑙𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑏𝑦 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑠𝑒 𝑎𝑡𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑐

──⋆⋅☆

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 1

Otoya was the type of man who would live at the strip club. He’d literally buy out whatever woman he thought would look best with him. Sometimes for only the night, sometimes the whole day. Sometimes more than one girl. He came alone to relax after a race.

Unfortunately, he couldn’t seem to find anyone who caught his eye. Until they landed on you. You came onto the stage in your tiny little costume, not doing much to cover anything. 

He swallowed hard, not being able to take his eyes off of you. His drink was stuck in his hand and he was frozen, lips parted. He watched you danced around the pole so fucking seductively. He moved down on the sofa he was sitting on, adjusting his length. 

The bright flashing neon lights showed just enough of your smile, curves, body, and face, but not everything. 

He wanted more, he was desperate to see your actual smile, your body without clothes, and especially the faces you’d make if you were under him. 

After you finished up. Someone came after you and collected all the money to bring it backstage.

“Thank you.” You smiled at the guy, he nodded and left. You placed all the cash inside a bag and stuffed it in your locker. You left to get a drink when you were met with an unfamiliar presence standing beside the door.

“Oh, hello? Can I help?” you asked, tilting your head. The guy with the dual coloured hair looked down at you, smirking. He moved in closer, invading your privacy.

"Couldn’t take my eyes off you out there, babe. Looked downright sinful on that pole—had me thinking all kinds of things."

He said not even greeting you back. You were taken aback by the boldness. Laughing under your breath, you smiled at him, thanking him. 

You tried going around him to get your drink but he grabbed your arm, spinning you around to face him.

“Hey! What the h-” 

“Do you do private rooms?” he said, pulling you closer to him. You grit your teeth, placing your hands on his chest to maintain distance. 

“Only for some and i’m on break right now asshole”

You could hear him muttering under his breath, he looked down at you again.

“Please, just 30 minutes, that's all i’m asking for. I’ll give you.. I’ll pay 50k. Just give me a lap dance, I won’t ask for anything else.” 

The fuck?

Your eyes nearly popped out of their sockets after hearing 50k? Was he fucking mental? Or just rich? 50k for 30 minutes is beyond insane. Not to mention the fact that he sounded like he was begging. You looked anywhere but at him.

“I..” you sighed, rubbing your forehead. “Look, i’m not doing VIP or private rooms right now but-”

“A kiss.”

“What?” you scoffed, pulling back to look at him like he’s crazy. Oh. Maybe that’s what he was, crazy. 

“A kiss, that's all”

“Dude, listen, i-” he interrupted you again, making you wanna punch him

“75k” 

“Oh my fu.. It’s not about the money!” you said, trying to get it through his thick skull.

“100k” damn. That’s a whole 3-4 months' worth of work, all for a single kiss.

“I..”

“150k” 

“OK! OK!, STOP!” you shouted, pushing him back against the door behind him.

“Jesus, fuck.” you cursed, wrapping your arms around him, though your heels were high as hell, he still managed to be taller than you. 

You tilted your head, leaning in to kiss him. You felt him melt into the kiss, wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you in closer till your chest was pressed against his toned body. 

He didn’t need to strip for you to be able to tell he worked out. 

He moved his hand down, cupping your ass, nibbling on your bottom lip, slipping his tongue past your lips.

Isn’t this going a bit further than just a kiss? Is what the logical thing to think was but instead your mind was foggy, too lost in his expert lips and tongue and the way his boner was pressed against your thigh. 

Even though his length was covered, you could tell he was long. 

You tilted your head back, letting him devour you, your arms tightened around his neck until you finally came back to reality and realized others could probably see you.

“Fuck.. hey!” you whisper yelled, pushing away from him. You looked up and holy fuck did he look hot. 

Lips red and swollen and eyes red around the edges. Did he smoke weed? You cleared your throat, looking away awkwardly. 

“Sorry..” he sighed, seeming down for some reason. 

“My money.”

“What?” 

“My money??” you repeated, lifting your hands as you shrugged. 

You scoffed, of course he was all talk, you can’t believe you just made out with this freaking weirdo and believed he could pay you. 

“Oh yeah, i’d say I’ll write you a check, but due to legal reasons, i won’t do that,” he said, laughing awkwardly, pulling out his phone and calling someone. You lifted your eyebrows, seeing how long he would continue this act. 

“Just drop it, I know you do-” 

Some dude randomly interrupted handing a fat fucking stack of cash to the green and white haired guy. 

Your eyes widened; you don’t think you’ve ever seen this much cash in your life all at once. 

“Thanks, man, ‘preciate it,” he said, and the other black haired dude left. 

“Thanks for the kiss, babe,” he said, placing the stack of hundreds in your hand. It was so big, it didn’t even fit in your hand. 

You couldn’t even bring yourself to respond, you stared at him in pure shock. 

He walked past you, giving you one last smile. You were frozen till you turned around to see the guy was gone. You quickly ran past the large crowd of people who were chatting and dancing until you caught up to him, almost about to exit the building.

“Hey! Wait!” you yelled, out of breath. 

“Hm?” he turned out, wondering if he had left something.

“Tomorrow..” you mumbled, coming closer. “I'm free tomorrow.. If you.. Still want that lap dance,” you said, clearing your throat and looking at the ground. Why the hell were you suddenly feeling shy?

“Heh, thanks, cutie, i’ll come around tomorrow,” he said, waving at you as he left. 

The same friend pulled up, picking him up and both of them left. 

It took you a couple of seconds to realize that neither of you asked for the other's name. Fuck. 

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A/n: for reference. 150k dollars in cash is around 6 inches thick (15.2cm). whats funny, this was initially supposed to be a oneshot but i liked it too much, so i made it into a mini series

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────⋆⋅☆ Lust for love

ᴀ ꜱᴛʀᴇᴇᴛ ʀᴀᴄᴇʀ!ᴏᴛᴏʏᴀ ᴇɪᴛᴀ ᴍɪɴɪ ꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ

"𝐹𝑢𝑐𝑘 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑤𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑑𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑡 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑖𝑓 𝑖𝑡'𝑠 𝑙𝑢𝑠𝑡, 𝑦𝑒𝑎ℎ" - 𝑙𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑏𝑦 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑠𝑒 𝑎𝑡𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑐

───⋆⋅☆

Pairing: Street racer!otoya x stripper!reader

Synopsis: Love isn’t real, not for a girl like you. And yet, when the cocky street racer in all black throws down a hundred grand at your feet, whispering, "Just one kiss, please," something in you wavers. You tell yourself he's insane. Who throws that kind of money away for nothing? he's a good-for-nothing playboy, and you're someone who desires true love. the two things that can never go together. You both should never be together.

Theme song: Lust by chase atlantic

Warning: Smut mdni, angst, drugs

Chapter index

1. Fell in lust 2. Chase 3. Full speed 4. Empty

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A/n: i have nothing planned. just going with the flow. Might change the layout. Ik otoya isn't as popular as the other characters but his personality is so fitting for this that i had to. (this would do numbers if i posted it on ao3)

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ᝰ.ᐟ street racer!Isagi headcanons

.ᐟcw: street racer!isagi, explicit, nsfw, drugs, mdni

"𝐵𝑒𝑐𝑎𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒'𝑠 𝑎 𝑟𝑜𝑜𝑚 𝑓𝑢𝑙𝑙 𝑜𝑓 𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑢𝑡𝑖𝑓𝑢𝑙 𝑤𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑛 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝐼 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑜𝑛𝑒" - 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑘 𝑖𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑏𝑦 𝑃𝐴𝑅𝑇𝑌𝑁𝐸𝑋𝑇𝐷𝑂𝑂𝑅

ᯓ★ᯓ⚡︎

street racer!Isagi.ᐟ Competitive to the core. He’s not here to just participate; he’s here to win. And if you challenge him? Be prepared for him to go all out.

street racer!Isagi.ᐟ Off the track, he’s surprisingly sweet, but don’t mistake that for softness. He’ll talk shit with the best of them when he’s behind the wheel.

street racer!Isagi.ᐟ Aggressive but calculated. Isagi doesn’t waste movement—every turn, every drift, every nitrous boost is intentional.

street racer!Isagi.ᐟ Drives a sleek, midnight blue Nissan GT-R R35—a mix of speed, power, and control.

street racer!Isagi.ᐟ Protective, but in a way that fuels his drive. If you’re watching him race? He’s winning for you.

street racer!Isagi.ᐟ Will tease you mercilessly when you try to act tough. “You talk big, but you’re gripping the seat pretty tight, doll.”

street racer!Isagi.ᐟ The type to memorize every street, every turn, every shortcut—so he can use them when it counts.

street racer!Isagi.ᐟIf he gets behind? Don’t count him out. He’s studying every weakness in his opponent’s driving and will find the perfect moment to strike.

street racer!Isagi.ᐟ Treats his car like a teammate, constantly fine-tuning it for peak performance.

street racer!Isagi.ᐟ You’ll always catch him under the hood, tweaking something, making sure everything is perfect.

street racer!Isagi.ᐟ Gets pissed when people lean on it without permission. “Hands off. You don’t touch someone’s car unless you wanna race for it.”

street racer!Isagi.ᐟ After a win, he always pulls you close, hand gripping your chin before pressing his forehead against yours. “Told you I’d take first. Now, what’s my reward?”

street racer!Isagi.ᐟ If you ask to drive? He hesitates—hard. But if he lets you? He’s watching closely, one hand on your thigh, guiding you through the gears.

street racer!Isagi.ᐟ His love language? Teasing. He’ll pretend to ignore you while he’s working on his car—until you climb onto the hood just to get his attention. or when he's actually trying to focus, torso hidden under the car and you climb onto his lap, giggling at the tiny grunts and groans of his as you rub up against him.

street racer!Isagi.ᐟ get's sooo so jealous, if he even sees a guy anywhere near you, he won't say anything but will walk up to you, throwing as arm around your shoulder, making unnecessary 'inappropriate' jokes, slapping your ass, what not, just to show the guy you're his.

"baby, who's this? oh a friend? that's cute, tell this 'friend' you're thrasher's property, okay?"

street racer!Isagi.ᐟ If you get mad at him? He’ll throw you in the passenger seat and race until your frustration melts into adrenaline. and if you're still mad, he'll help you relax by shoving his cock deep inside your cunt while he rides, so you can squirm around on it as you warm his cock.

"shh, relax, if you wanna cum, you have behave for the rest of the ride, or no cock and no cumming"

street racer!Isagi.ᐟ Lowkey loves when you get bratty, but there’s a limit. If you push too far? He’ll find creative ways to make you behave. “You wanted my attention, didn’t you? Now you’ve got all of it.” he would say while having you ride his fingers.

street racer!Isagi.ᐟ Smokes only when he’s pissed off. You’ll catch him leaning against his car, cigarette dangling from his lips, eyes dark with frustration. If he's really mad, he'll bend you over his hood and take it out on you even if you didn't do anything :(

"you take cock so fuckin' well, this little pussy was made for me. made to be ruined by me"

street racer!Isagi.ᐟ After a big win, he’ll fuck you in the driver’s seat, windows fogged up, sweat slicking his skin. (he loves car sex) "Wanna sit pretty and let me ruin you, doll?"

street racer!Isagi.ᐟ loves when you go out with him to a party, and he can do drugs with you. of course he's more strict with you and has more rules set out. and if you're willing, he'll do body shots with you, placing the shot glass in the most intimate placing, not caring who sees.

street racer!Isagi.ᐟ he smokes weed after a long day of racing and tuning cars.

"c'mere, doll. wanna help? sit on my lap here"

street racer!Isagi.ᐟ does everything to see you in lingerie, especially the sheer and see-through ones. will make you get on your knees and knead your tits and abuse your poor little nipples while he gets off on the sight, nutting all over your face and body.

"fuck, yeah that's it, keep playing with your tits, do it like how i taught you, that's right, good girl"

street racer!Isagi.ᐟ Isn't a huge fan of overall drugs, other than some relaxants after a race or before a race. he prefers the feeling of euphoria over the feeling of wanna party. that's why he has pills lying around his house, which he'll take from time to time. and if you decide to take it, he'll definitely take care of you, letting you cock warm him as your body falls limp.

"mm, baby your pussy is so warm."

street racer!Isagi.ᐟ looks who hot when he does weed, eyes just red and narrow, while he watches you.

"you look so pretty like this, doll. want more of you"

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A/n: not edited. this also got so much longer than needed.

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ᝰ.ᐟ Brat princess

.ᐟ cw: Smut mdni, street racer!chigiri, brat taming, Bratty!reader, whiny/fussy!reader, sex toys

"𝐽𝑇 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑐𝑡 𝑢𝑝, 𝐼'𝑙𝑙 𝑒𝑎𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑢𝑠𝑠𝑦 𝑢𝑝" - 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑏𝑦 𝑃𝐴𝑅𝑇𝑌𝑁𝐸𝑋𝑇𝐷𝑂𝑂𝑅

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You were Chigiri’s girl. It was apparent, the way to clung onto him, wrapped your arms around his bicep, was always his passenger princess whenever he raced. 

What wasn’t obvious, though, was the fact that you were a complete brat and needed his attention 24/7.

“Babyyyy, look at me, Stop looking at your phone” you whined, wrapping your arms around his torso, placing your chin on his chest to look up at him.

“I know i know. give me a second, let me finish this” he said, then tucked his phone into his back pocket. Pushing your hair out of your face, he cupped your cheeks and kissed your pouting lips. 

“Better?” you grinned, nodding.

He smiled, walking towards his car. You followed behind like a dog, sitting in the passenger seat when he opened the door for you. 

He came around, buckling in and driving up to the start line. 

“Behave, ok? After I win, I’ll give you all the attention that you want.” he nodded, biting your lip in anticipation. 

The only thing running through your head right now was ways to make him mad at you. 

The second the flag girl said ‘go,’ your back was pushed against the seat. This was always the scariest, when he started. 

You placed your hand on top of his that was on the gear shift. 

He looked at you, raising a brow. 

“That was fast, sorry,” you giggled, chigiri smiled, moving his hand so it was on top of yours. 

“Hold on tight, princess, i’m speeding up” You nodded, watching as his hand tightened on top of your, aggressively moving the gear shift. 

He looked out his window, flipping off the person he sped past. 

“Hyoma, you look so hot when you’re all focused,” your voice dropping down to a low seductive whisper. 

His jaw clenched, which didn’t go unnoticed. 

“Baby, don’t ignore me,” you whined, pouting at him. You knew he was watching you but his eyes stayed focused on the road. He ignored your little antics, trying to stay in his zone. 

“You know i get bitchy when you don’t pay attention to me!” you huffed, pulling your hand away from his, nudging him. 

“Princess.. I swear to- look, i’ll give you whatever you want; just let me finish the race, k?” he mumbled, narrowing his eyes on the car in front of him. 

It’s like the cogs were turning in your head when suddenly something popped in your head. 

“Hyooomaaa” you shifted in your seat so you were facing him.

He sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Kinda busy, yn” he said harshly. Taking a sharp right, which nearly had you flying out the window. 

“Why are you so focused on the race anyways? you make it look so easy.” You crossed your arms, pouting. The mini skirt you were wearing rode up your thighs as you moved around. 

You leaned in closer, placing your hand on his thigh. 

You could see his knuckles flex under the dim glow of the street lights, the way his grip tightened around the steering wheel. 

“Since it’s easy, i should make it harder for you, right?” you leaned in to kiss his cheek, purposely pressing your tits against his arm. 

“Careful.” was all he said, You knew he was hard. You could see his pants tighten. 

You grinned, wanting to push further but his hand moved from the gear shift, taking a hold of your hand that rested on his thigh and placed it on top of yours. 

“You really don’t know when to stop, do you?” he said, his fingers trailing up your inner thighs. 

“You constantly whine about attention but forget that I decide when you get it” A shiver ran down your spine; you looked at him to see him already eyeing you before looking back onto the road. 

Your breath hitched as he spread your legs with hand one, swerving the car with the other. You sat there not moving because who knows what would happen if you pissed him off anymore. 

“Glove box” he said, his voice different from his usual sweet and soft voice. What was even crazier was that he was somehow ahead of all the cars even while taking care of the issue at hand. 

You opened the glove box, watching him take out a small black box. Your stomach twisted as he handed you the box. 

“Open it and take it out” 

Open what? Take what out? You mumbled something, cracking open the box and taking out a little pink.. Bullet vibrator? 

“Hyoma is this the right thing?” you asked quietly, staring down at the silicone toy.

“Yes, spread your legs and press it against your cunt” he said, turning again, tires screeching against the asphalt. 

You let out a shaky breath, spreading your legs and adjusting yourself. You went to remove your panties but chigiri’s voice stopped you.

“I never asked you to remove them, did i?”

“No…”

“Then keep em on, brat” he stared you down, watching as you pressed the vibrator against your clit, the sudden buzzing made you jump. 

You saw chigiri holding his phone in his hand, controlling the vibrations of the toy. 

“Hyoma..” you whined, clearly this wasn’t what you wanted at all. You wanted chigiri’s attention, not for him to use a stupid toy on you. 

You pressed the toy against the fabric of your panties; the friction and the vibrations made you squirm.

“Think you can be a good girl and wait till i finish the race or do you i need to remind you how i handle brat?” he said, placing his hand on your thigh again, his fingers grazing just past your panties. 

Your stomach flipped at the warning, and you bit your lip. He chuckled, thumb tracing slow circles against your inner thigh. You stayed silent, not giving him the answer that he wanted.

“So that’s how it’s gonna be, huh? Alright, fine, works for me” he shrugged, snatching the toy out your hand. 

“Colour?” he asked, you stared at his hand on your thighs, tears pooling your waterline at the lack of pleasure.

“G..green” you stuttered. His smirk was razor-sharp before he moved your panties to the side, rubbing the unmoving toy against your pussy. You gasped, holding onto his forearm. 

He Let it slip around and collect your slick before sliding it into place, covering the toy with your soiled panties. 

“You wanted attention, didn’t you? Well now you have it, brat” he said, speeding up his car again.

“If i lose because of you, just know, i won’t let you sleep all night. i’ll make you work overtime just for my pleasure,” he said, cleaning his fingers off with his tongue. The sight alone had you clenching around nothing. 

He pulled out his phone again, a single tap was all it took to have you squirming again. He could finally focus on the road again. 

“Hyoma- please” you cried out, wanting his attention back on you.

“Princess this is the lowest speed. relax.” he laughed at your pathetic expression. 

“Hyoma no, turn it off,” your voice hitched, you babbled, tugging at his sleeve. “I don’t like. vibrators. Turn it off please.”

“You don’t get to fucking complain, yn. After all, you wanted this, didn’t you” your stomach turned and twisted. He tapped his phone again, the low buzzing increased, getting louder and faster. 

You slid down your seat, trying to keep your composure but it clearly wasn’t working. 

You whimpered, gripping the seat as he sped up, challenging the car infront of him, the vibrations pulsing between your thighs with every bump, every turn. 

And then—

He cranked it up.

A choked moan slipped from your lips as the intensity spiked, your body jolting as pleasure wracked through you.

“I’m sorry, hyo-ma, i’m sorry” your words came out choked, you wiped your eyes with the back of your hand. 

The car was a mere couple kilometres away from the finish line. Chigiri relaxed knowing theres not a single car behind him. He let his hand rest on your thigh again, his long fingers pressed against your panties, really pushing the vibrator up against your throbbing clit and needy hole. 

The streetlights cast fleeting shadows across his sharp features, the smirk on his lips nothing short of cruel. He was enjoying this—enjoying watching you fall apart in the passenger seat while he stayed perfectly composed.

Bastard.

“Wow, it’s a mess down here” he grinned, laughing as you glared at him, lips trembling while you barely held on. 

“Cum.. wanna cum, please” you whined, wrapping your arms around his. Your mascara had melted down your fac,e and your lipstick was wiped off by your tongue. 

“No.”  was all he said as he car crossed the finish line, obviously getting first place. You panicked at the hoard of people that surrounded his car. Thankfully his windows were tinted but chigiri would eventually have to step out and everyone.. They’d see you. They’d see the mess chigiri had made of you.

“Hyoma i’m removing it” you rushed, reaching for the vibrator, it pained you to do this, while you were so close to finishing. 

He let the people tap on his window and the girls scream his name. He leaned over you, moving your panties to push 3 fingers inside your wet hole. The sound made you cringe. he moved his fingers against your gummy walls, making sure you feel the stretch. 

“Hyo-”

“Cum.” he said, using his phone with his other hand to turn the toy up to the highest setting, you choked, biting back a moan. The toy massaged your clit all while his fingers worked magic inside of you and before you knew it, you were cumming on his fingers, covering them with your arousal. 

“Shit, that was hot” he mumbled, taking them into his mouth, kissing your cheek and he stepped out the vehicle. 

You sighed when you felt him turn off the vibrator. He closed the door behind him so no one would see. He came back quickly with a wad of cash in both his hands. he stepped inside, throwing it in the back seat, smirking at you. 

He reached over to remove the vibrator. You both looked at the shiny, wet toy that was covered in your translucent liquid. He smirked while you looked away, flustered. 

“My princess can be such a brat sometimes,” he said against your ear “so next time, before you decide to act up, think about the consequences, alright?” he wiped your eyes with his thumb, expression softening at your angry pout. 

“I’m sorry, i was mean today, i can’t help it. You’re such an attention whore sometimes, i have no choice but to punish you, princess” he said matter of factly before kissing your lips. 

“Let’s go home, yeah? And i’ll spoil my baby with as much attention and dick as she wants” he said and drove past the crowd of people shouting his name.

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A/n: not edited. this got so much longer than needed. also, idk who it was but this is for the person that requested being chigiri's fussy passenger princess

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.ᐟ fuck first, fight after ♡ Reo Mikage

.ᐟ cw: You hate reo so much you let him fuck you, Smut mdni, Hate sex, dirty talk

"𝐻𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑎𝑦 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑏𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑑" - 𝑂𝑢𝑖 𝑏𝑦 𝑗𝑒𝑟𝑚𝑖ℎ

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You hated Reo. You hated his guts. You hated him so much. So fucking much. He made your blood boil and spill over. His presence alone made you clench your fists so hard, you’d end up with a broken nail and crescent-shaped indents in your palm. You hated his filthy rich ass so much that everytime you guys made eye contact, you wanted to jump into a tub full of bleach. You hated how he got everything without working for it. You hated how everything came so easy for him. 

So, you didn’t get why. If you hated him so much, why were you at his house, bent over his study table, taking his fat cock up your needy little cunt. Why was your pussy sucking him in, why were you getting wetter with every thrust. Why were you getting turned on by the dirty stuff he was whispering in your ear.

He was bent over you, hair falling over his face, sweat dripping down his exposed chest. He was wearing a white button-up with black dress pants. 

He only had his shirt unbuttoned, and the rest was still on. 

You, on the other hand, were nearly naked beneath him, clawing at his desk as he held you up with his large hands that wrapped around your hips. Blunt nails digging into you. 

You cried out, telling him you hated him and he’s an asshole.

“Fuck.. reo pull out please, i’m tired” you whined, arching your back, giving him the perfect view of your round ass slapping against his pelvis. 

“I would pull out but everytime i try to, your pussy pulls me in. now what do i do about that, hm?” he asked, you could hear the mockery in his voice. What's worse is that he wasn’t even lying. You were clenching around him, begging him to pull orgasm after orgasm out of you. 

He grunted, kneading your ass, spanking you, he leaned down, kissing down your back and moving up towards your ear.

“I hate you.. I hate you reo” you sobbed, tears rolled down your face, you could say whatever you wanted but your face showed exactly how much you loved having his cock rearrange your insides. 

“Keep hating me, but we both know you’ll crawl back to me, beg me to fuck you and ruin you all over again” he grunted, smirking against your ear before licking it, you shivered. He was balls deep, moving one of his hands to rub rough circles on your clit. Sloppily playing with your slippery pussy. 

“I didn’t even imagine a woman could get this fucking wet, fuck, tell me it feels good” 

“F-fuck off…ngh- fuck fuck right there, reo!” 

“You won’t cum until you tell me it feels good” he said, pinching your clit, making you shriek. You bit down on your lip, wiping your eyes with the back of your hand.

“Reo..” 

“Say it. Now.” fucking sadist, fucking hate him, you could feel yourself about to blow, figuratively and literally. 

“I..” you swallowed your pride, or maybe you had already done that when you spread your legs open for the man you hate “it feels so.. Fucking good” you groaned, gasping at the change in pace. Before you knew it, you were cumming around him, screaming his name, scratching down the wooden table. Your pussy throbbed and pulsed around him, making him chuckle. 

“You’re a slut for dick, yn” he grinned, degrading you even more than you had been. 

He pulled out, jerking himself off and finishing on your back.

“I hate you..” you breathed, your knees almost buckling, but he surprisingly caught you.

“I love you too.” 

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A/n: I live for hate sex, its so hot

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Bass Player Touya / (t.todoroki x GN! Reader) (Drabble)

☆ porn no plot

☆ cw / tw : cock warming, teasing. touya's mean :(

"You're squirming.." Touya's voice was deep and sultry as he dragged his hand up your thigh. "Stop squirming baby. 'M tryna focus here." He whispered, leaning in to press a chaste kiss on the soft juncture of your collar.

Touya's cock pulsated in you. The tip pressed snugly inside you. You were the one to approach him, asking a few weeks back if you could cock warm him while he was writing a new song, or messing around with his bass.

Your boyfriend had loved the idea so much he almost grabbed you and fucked you silly then and there.

But he held out.

Until now atleast.

Touya wasn't a cruel boyfriend - most of the time. If you wanted something, chances are you'd end up getting it. Sure he could be mean when it came to your sex lives but it was rare - and only if he was in a bad mood. And even still, he can only really hold out for about twenty minutes of your pouting before he caves.

You must've pissed him off really badly then. Like really badly - to get to this level of punishment.

Forty minutes.

It had been forty minutes since you had slid down his dick.

Forty minutes of your boyfriend mulling over cords and song lyrics.

Forty minutes of feeling the beaded pre-cum slide down his dick and mix with you.

Forty minutes of gripping the table and praying to anyone that your boyfriend would notice the current state you're in and take pity on you.

Forty minutes of trying to ignore the way you felt so fucking full, and how when you would shift slightly, the the tip of his cock would press into your stomach.

Forty fucking minutes of nothing but torture.

"Touya please... It hurts. Please fuck me please- I promise I'll never ask you for anything ever again!" You sobbed out, feeling your boyfriend pause, pencil in hand frozen in place.

Touya sighed, placing the pencil down and shaking his head. "Anything?"

"Anything." You nodded quickly, turning around to meet his piercing stare.

Touya hummed, a wicked grin spreading across his lips, swiping his book off the desk with a clatter you find your back pressed against the cool wood.

Touya's cock dragged out of you - slowly, like he was observing how your body begged to keep him inside.

"You asked for this." He grinned, thrusting in you, filling you up until stars danced behind your eyes.

"I'm going to fuck you so good-" he leaned in to whisper in your ear, "you won't be able to think of anything but my dick. I'm going to make a promise on that."

Touya's eyes were bright. And full of heat.

You whimpered.

It was going to be a long night.

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random headcanons

warnings: slightly suggestive/smut + talking about swallowing transfluid, periods and breeding so pls mdni if you are sensitive to these topics!

(fem!human!reader x cybertronian)

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I always imagine if cybertronians and humans did have kids it would be like:

Cybertronian + human = humanformers, or

Cybertronian + human = organic-like bot?

humans and cybertronians can breed and you can't tell me otherwise. 🤷🏾‍♀️

Tough transfluid is harmless to the human body, swallowing too much can damage the intestines.

Cybertronians see humans like little pets/hamsters:

easy to kill, fragile, and very very emotional.

I think it's funny to think that you gotta explain to someone like Ratchet or another mech that periods are a normal thing and they just stare at you like: 😨

Do NOT play an type of explicit song when around your cybertronian partner because, they will ask questions, they will do research and they will try to attempt.... *cough* *cough* ... moving on-

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

smut/valveplug, mdni!!!

Do you ever think cybertronians have those intrusive thoughts?

your walls clenching around their spike, begging for them to go faster while they just whisper sweet things into your ear. Saying how tight you are and how good you feel. And speaking of feel your partner always wanted to fill you with their transfluid so you could carry their sparklings and be so round and full with them. Just the thought makes your partner want to fuck you dumb til your begging for them to stop because you feel so overstimulated but they don't even listen to your pathetic whines and whimpers because all that's going through their mind is:

must breed. breed now. must claim. must breed. now.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

damn. that was like my first time writing valveplug 😭

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Train Stalker: Part 2- At the Apartment

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[NSFW] ‼ 18+ >MDNI<

Part 1

Summary: Continuation of part 1. Just nasty smut now lol

Pairing: Dabi/Fem Reader

Content Warning: Smut, Oral (you), Rough Sex, Choking, Hair Pulling,Overstimulation, Multiple Orgasms, Praise Kink, Creampie, Possessive Dabi, Obsessive Dabi

Word Count: 2.4k

Disclaimer: Character belongs to Kohei Horikoshi

A/N: Enjoy~

Got impatient lol

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The apartment he brings you to is surprisingly decent for its location, though it took you far longer to reach there than it should have, because Dabi apparently has a habit of dragging you against a wall or into the mouth of an alleyway to press heated, wanting kisses against any skin available to him. Your lips are kiss swollen by the time Dabi unlocks his door, his marks littering your neck.

You barely make it through the door before he's pushing you up against it, mouth hot on yours, his leg between your thighs, grinding up against you, making you gasp into him.

Feeling his hands gripping under your thighs, you jump and wrap your legs around his waist and arms around his neck as he lifts you; his hardened bulge pressing deliciously at your dripping entrance and you shamelessly move your hips for friction.

You laugh breathlessly into the kiss when he groans into your mouth as he presses you harder against the door; his hands roaming and groping wherever they can, frantically unbuttoning your shirt and unhooking your bra, leaving you in just your skirt and underwear.

He pulls away from the kiss and you try to unwrap your legs from his waist to move, but all Dabi does is readjust your weight and pull away from the door to start heading to his room; the easy show of strength just making you hotter as you trail kisses along his jaw as he goes. 

Pushing you onto the bed, he grinds against your heat as he presses open mouthed kisses on his way down your body, teeth scraping as he goes, sucking and groping at your breasts as you whine

He gathers and bunches up your skirt, pushing it up your waist, before gripping the sides of your panties, and  yanks, peeling it off and throwing it to the side.

Seeing your soaked, stretched cunt, he grins wolfishly as he grips your legs, spreading you wide, and immediately dives down, licking a fat stripe up your slit to your clit before sucking on the nub, eyes rolling back at your taste. You cry out, hips bucking up against his face but he pushes you right back onto the bed, holding you still as he eats you out like a man starved.

Beyond just the feeling of Dabi quite literally devouring you, the noises are too much to handle. Each slurp and squelch has your stomach doing flips, each moan and hum sends a vibrating jolt through your cunt.

You cum with a high pitched moan, almost screaming as your climax washes through you, shaking and writhing beneath him as he licks you through your orgasm.

He pulls back, licking his lips as he unbuckles his belt, freeing his aching and neglected cock. You spread your legs wantonly, invitingly, as you watch him strip, his hard cock bobbing, and oh fuck he's big. Thick and long and curved deliciously, you feel your mouth water and pussy weep as you drink him in.

He crawls up the length of your body, kissing his way up, before capturing your lips in a deep kiss, heated hands groping and kneading your breasts, sides, thighs; where ever they can reach.

You moan a needy little sound as you feel him nudge against your pussy, dragging the spongy tip between your messy folds. He pushes in in one go, shoving his way into your needy cunt like it's where he belongs, filling you to the hilt; and you gasp and wrap your legs around his waist, body trembling, as your world narrows down to the feeling of that perfect stretch, that delicious fullness.

"'S good," you slur, moaning. "'s so good."

"Fuck, you were just made for me, weren't you, Sweetness?" He groans, as he grinds up into your tight cunt, making you take his girth, getting you to adjust to size. He pulls back before immediately thrusting back in, carving out a space that his hot cock alone could hope to fill, and he's so deep.

You moan at the feel of him inside and around you, at the heat inside and around you, arching your back as he fucks you into the bed at a steady pace.

He leans down to capture your lips with his, licking into your mouth. He groans into the kiss as you clench around him before pressing kisses down your cheek and throat as he gropes at your chest tighter. thumb sweeping over your pebbled nipples.

Your hands roam his scarred back, nails scratching along the healthy skin and rough scars, just barely avoiding the staples. 

His hand trails up to wrap around your throat, applying preasure, making your mouth drop open in an attempt to get more air and only getting a little, making your head foggy.

He kisses you firmly, deeply, swallowing whatever little air you managed to get, then presses a light kiss to your cheek before pulling back.

Holding your gaze, he breathes, "You're mine now, Sweetheart. You understand that, yeah? You're mine." His grip tightens just for a second as he punctuates the last word with a grinding thrust, his voice a rumbling grunt.

You moan weakly in agreement, trying to nod as you gaze up at him, because you want to be, you already are; have been for longer than even you know.

He sees your agreement but he wants, needs, to hear it.

"Say it. Say you're mine." He growls, loosening his hold on your throat to allow you to speak but keeping it there as a light pressure, as he slows his hips to an agonizingly deep and slow roll.

"I'm yours, Dabi—fuck— I'm yours." Your moan is honey sweet and hellishly sinful, your eyes springing tears at the pleasure coursing through you.

Looking at your glassy eyes, hazy and lust blown as you agree so easily with him, has his cock twitching within you as he moans obscenely, "Fuck, that's it. That's right baby. Good girl. Good slut. Fuck, thats what I like to hear.", devolving into babbling, syrupy filth as his thrusts grow faster, rougher, sloppier, fucking you so hard, you might have slid up the bed if he wasn't holding you in place by your throat.

And you love it, moaning like you're paid to as he pounds into you, as he abuses your sweet spot so fucking perfectly; your breasts bounce back and forth, pebbled nipples brushing against his chest, the friction so, so good and you're so, so close

He fucks you mercilessly, cock thick and heavy inside of you, lighting up your senses with pleasure as your heel digs into the small of his back.

All the while, he whispers in your ear, telling you how good you feel, how pretty you look, how you're taking his cock so well.

It doesn’t take much more than that before you cum with a scream around him, back arching and pussy spasming, as you throw your head back in pure bliss; face contorting in pleasure.

He fucks you through your orgasm as he chases his own, your cunt sensitive but still so very wanting.

And when tears well up in your eyes and spill over in overstimulation, and his hot cum paints your walls, all Dabi does is grin and lean forward enough to lick them off as he keeps fucking you through his own orgasm too,

Whatever cum trying to slide down and out of you is quickly and simply fucked right back in, properly marking you as his.

His cock never quite softened after his orgasm due to the constant stimulation, so he's still so very thick inside you, so very hard as he fucks you good.

He suddenly pulls out, dragging a startled, gasping whimper from you, muttering, "On your knees.", before manhandling you anyway, without waiting for you to even process what he said, flipping you over onto your stomach, shoving a pillow beneath your hips.

Cheek pressed to the sheets, you arch your back, spreading your knees;  exposing your sloppy cunt to his hungry gaze as you look back at him through watery eyes.

And Dabi decides he's going to absolutely wreck you.

Gripping your hips tight in his heated hands, he slams his entire length back into you, grinding deep; the new angle breathtakingly perfect as you moan, long and low, eyes rolling back.

His thrusts are brutal, and you drool as you moan and sob when he gathers your hair, pulling you up towards him, wrapping the other hand around your throat, as he continues to fuck into you from behind.

When you babble something about going slower, he drags you up by your throat, his chest pressed to your back as he releases his hold on your hair to snake around to your chest, grasping your breast in a hot palm; groping and fondling and pinching. Voice low, breath warm, he mutters, "You can take it.", still pistoning into you at that same mind-numbing, brutal pace.

You let out a thin whine as you feel that familiar buildup approaching steadily yet again, a dark, breathless chuckle leaving his lips when he feels you clenching around him.

And all that matters in that moment, is how good and floaty you feel between the lack of air getting into your lungs and the thick cock fucking you stupid.

He releases his hold on your breast to bring his hand up to your parted, drooling mouth, and shoves two fingers between your lips, commanding, "Suck.", his deep, husky voice leaving no room for disobedience.

Of course, in your fucked out brain, you barely think about it before automatically obeying.

And the sensation of being simultaneously fucked from both ends, his hot cock and fingers both inside you at once; the digits petting and pressing at your tongue and inner cheeks, before choking you further by fucking your throat, has you teetering just on the edge of your climax, your walls clamping down around him in a vice.

Just a bit more.

He pulls out his fingers with a wet pop, only letting you take in little sips of air as his hand tightens at your throat, yet you can't help but to keep moving your hips in time with Dabi's, fucking yourself back on him. It's good, it's so fucking good, and then he brings his spit soaked fingers to your clit.

Your nails dig into his forearms and your toes curl as you cry out as best you could, coming undone on his cock, your velvet walls pulsating around him, pushing him closer to his own end. Fucking you through your high, his thrusts turn near bruising as he nears his own orgasm. 

Your body limp, he lowers you back down onto the bed the way you started, face down, ass up; draping over you with his hands framing your head, caging you in, as he drills into you deliciously, before bottoming out with his tip flush against your sweetspot, just to listen to your mewling cries, as he rolls his hips in circles, continuously sending jolts of sharp overstimulation through you.

"Dabiii~" you sob, oh so sweetly, mixing with the little whines and moans he's pulling from you.

You feel him nosing at your cheek, nuzzling deceptively so sweetly as if he's not actively rearanging your insides, before nibbling on your earlobe, dragging his lips down the side of your neck, biting and sucking yet another mark into you, making you choke on a moaning gasp, and then up again to your ear where you can feel him grinning against you.

"Hmm? Got something to say, baby?" His voice is low and amused and so fucking unfair.

You want to beg him to slow down, but all that comes out is senseless babbling as you writhe beneath him because it's just so much, so good, your hands scrambling for purchase, grabbing at the sheets, and you use them as leverage to try to crawl away from him, from the sweet torture, just a little.

Yeah, you try.

He roughly thrusts into you, pressing himself further onto you, using his weight to pin you down to hold you in place there, leaving you no choice but to stay put and take it.

His chest is so warm against your back, and it should be a comfort, but it only serves to add to the heat clouding your mind as he ploughs into your sloppy cunt.

You sob, shaking yet can't help it when your wet heat clenches around him, and he slows his thrusts to an equally agonising roll of his hips, whispering low in your ear, so sweetly, "Shh, I know baby, I know," before pressing a warm kiss to your cheek, making you let your guard down, making you relaxed, and then he picks up speed again, "Hold on for me, Doll, you can do it."

And all you could do is cry and moan, body pliant and at his mercy as he pulls the prettiest sounds he’s ever heard out of you as he uses you.

And when you get impossibly tighter around him, with a harsh thrust deep into your quivering pussy, hot ropes of cum paint your used walls once more as he shivers in pleasure. Body tense, he grunts as heated hands holds you in place while he empties himself inside you, filling you up for the final time.

The feeling of his hot cock twitching and filling you up has you not quite cumming, but something close, something that makes you twitch and shake all over, pussy spasming around him, milking every last drop, as your eyes roll back and vision goes white.

Dabi groans into your ear, low and gutteral, "That’s my girl.", as he drags out the ecstasy for you both, grinding his seed into you, growling, "That’s my good fuckin' girl."

You pant as goosebumps and tingles run across your body, feeling boneless and properly fucked out, mind floating.

He slows his grinding to a stop before easing out of your abused cunt with a hiss, leaning back. You moan weakly as he pulls out, your body too weak and shaky to move at the moment, so you stay right where you are, giving him the lewd sight of your state.

Shameless and depraved, he looks at the mess he made of you, the sight of his cum leaking out of your abused, puffy hole making him grin, wolfish and wide, because you're finally, truly his.

And there's no going back from that.

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