NSFW Zoro, Sabo, Shanks & Mihawk Accidentally Eating Aphrodisiac Food ♥

atsumu’s not going to college.

it’s not what he wants, and it’s not a requirement for his plans for the future. he has a one track road set for going pro in the volleyball industry, and he has no plans for detours slowing him down.

that was always “the plan”, and you were not part of it — you were always going to college, and you were going to spend the full time there making sure your future’s on the right track.

that’s why he broke up with you.

the two years he spent with you throughout high school gone down the drain the second he decided this would be better for him — and he feels like he’s wrong, because he still checks on you when you’re not looking — but atsumu’s dead set on the fact that he’ll only slow you down if he kept you with him.

or so, until now.

“atsumu, it’s two in the morning.” you tell him, your yawns coming in a drip drop motion as you try to understand what he’s doing in front of you right now.

it’s been two weeks since you last saw him — two weeks since the breakup — two weeks of no calls, texts or even acknowledgements from in between classes or study halls.

but now he’s here, standing on your doorstep, and you’re not really sure if you want him to be.

atsumu tells you, “i have a solution.”

“it’s two in the morning.” you remind him again.

and he only repeats, “i have a solution.”

your eyebrows furrow, “do you want to come inside?”

“no,” he shakes his head, his nose red from the cold, and he tells you, “you have to listen to me.”

you bring your arms up to your chest, not feeling so warm yourself, and you hate that he chose to do on the coldest night of the month.

you tell him, “i can listen to you inside.”

and he only replies, “i have a solution.

and you frown, “so we’re not going inside.”

you have no idea what he’s talking about, all you know is that you’re still upset with him for ghosting you right after breaking up with you, and you’re not sure if you’re ready to forgive him for that yet.

you sigh, “why are you here?”

and he nods, “because i can get a job — i’ll work on the volleyball thing most hours of the day — but whenever i’m free, i can take shifts in the local café near your campus.”

you cut him off, “wait — my campus?”

“yeah,” atsumu nods, “i checked, and they have an opening and i can totally get a job there.”

atsumu? with a job? at a cafe? you can’t even put it to words, but you’re unsure when he visited your campus, unsure why he’s even doing all this in the first place.

“a job?” you raise a brow, “why do you need a job?”

atsumu ignores your question, shivering as the cold hits him, his breath turning white as it leaves his mouth, and he continues, in a frantic fit, “i have a car, it’s for my 20th birthday but my dad agreed he can give it to me early — and i have a lot saved up so there’s that for an apartment too.”

you’ve never seen atsumu be so nervous, you’ve seen him before his games and after his losses, but he’s never looked like this — never looked so worried.

“slow down.” you break through his endless string of sentences, your eyebrows furrowing as you’re still so confused and lost of what’s going on, and you say, “it’s two am.”

atsumu doesn’t respond.

you touch his arm, “have you slept?”

he feels silly — this is the first time you’ve seen him in two weeks and he must look insane to you already. he doesn’t care, he’s tired, he misses you, he’s been missing you for two weeks, and he hasn’t stopped.

atsumu looks at you, “i don’t want to break up with you.”

you stare back at him, blinking profusely as if trying to make of the situation, and your heart softens as easily as it leaps — because you didn’t want to break up with him either.

he still looks frantic, like he’s a second away to pull his hair out, and you’d offer to let him inside the house one more time, but you’ve got a strong feeling that he’d just say no again.

“i have the place, the car, the job — you have college and i’ll have my volleyball — and i know this isn’t what we planned, but i have the solution and i really think we can make this work.” atsumu tells you all of this, a straight (frantic) tone coming through his words, he catches his breath, and he’s ready to talk to you again.

but your eyes are gentle, “what are you talking about?”

he looks at you, like he’s nervous to be looking at you, a huge lump in his throat the he needs to be swallowing down soon since he’s gone too long without speaking — and he’s nervous, because this situation earns him every right to be nervous.

he’s only 20, unsure of every decision he’s making towards his future, but he’s just spent the last two weeks without you, and the first real thing he’s realized is that there’d be nothing worse than that.

the night is cold.

atsumu stares, “will you marry me?”

After the Licensing Exam

after the licensing exam by eddiesspaghetti

a look into how the events that took place during/after the licensing exam effected Iida, Todoroki, and Midoriya.

Words: 1510, Chapters: 1/3, Language: English

Series: Part 42 of growing together (bnha)

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M, Multi

Characters: Iida Tenya, Todoroki Shouto, Midoriya Izuku

Relationships: Iida Tenya/Midoriya Izuku/Todoroki Shouto, Iida Tenya/Midoriya Izuku, Iida Tenya/Todoroki Shouto

Additional Tags: todoroki shouto has bpd, Todoroki Shouto has PTSD, Autistic Todoroki Shouto, Trans Todoroki Shouto, Nonbinary Todoroki Shouto, Nonbinary Iida Tenya, Trans Iida Tenya, Iida Tenya Has PTSD, Autistic Iida Tenya, Autistic Midoriya Izuku, Midoriya Izuku Has ADHD, Midoriya Izuku Has PTSD, Midoriya Izuku Has Chronic Pain, Established Relationship, Fluff and Angst, Light Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/31097981

So in light of everything and to help you feel better:

Imagine domestic!Bakugou coming home after dealing with shitty villains and mass amount of paper work and as soon as he steps through the door, his kids are already latching onto his legs and hugging him.

He acts like it annoys him but really he loves having to struggle to get his shoes off at the door because he doesn’t want them to let go so he’s just like, “alright you brats” before having to waddle towards the living room and the kids are just laughing whenever he tries to playfully shake them off of him but hearing their laughter brings a sense another form of pride swelling in him.

His favorite favorite though is when it’s you and the kids latching into him as soon as he steps through the door. You wrapping your arms and legs around him, burying your face in his neck as the little gremlins attach themselves to his legs.

“Can I at least get my shoes off first?”

You: “no 😙”

Kids: “nope!🤗🤗”

He only signs and tries to make his way further around the house with three people latching onto him but he wouldn’t have it any other way and gives him even more of a reason to fight hard because his loving family is always waiting for him💙💥

pls, I was trying to answer questions about what happened earlier, and saw this in my inbox and rl kept reading it cause this was so cute. I just wanted to be selfish and keep it to myself for a little while :’))

all four of you just cling to him. two kids on each leg, and you wrapped around his torso. he keeps complaining about needing to eat and shower and a demand of all of you brats to get the hell off of him. the moment any of you try to let go, he’s subtly pulling you back in. he always mumbles something about building his leg or core muscles, the lying bastard.

URGENT: a short smut bbrae fic

𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆: ❝𝗨𝗥𝗚𝗘𝗡𝗧.❞

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑:1/5

𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄: 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙧𝙙 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙤𝙣'𝙨

𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃: 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙛𝙮, 𝙨𝙣𝙖𝙘𝙠𝙨, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙖 𝙙𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙠

៚ *·˚ ༘ ➳

"Use your tongue."

That was how she wanted him. She wanted his face in between her thighs, his hands spreading her wide open, his body angling into her heat.

Raven has on a thin tee, but the lower half of her body is at his disposal. Her nipples swell through the fabric of her shirt, sweat begins to rise on her skin.

He peppers kisses on her inner thighs, moves his lips down to the inside of her knees. He softly nips at some of her fragile flesh, tinting his palette of burgundy and sinful violet onto her alabaster.

Raven inhales as he nears her entrance.

His eyes are hungry. Black against the heavy sensation of lust. He's the predator, she's the prey, but they are both trapped by each other's desires. He nearly salivates at the sight of her cavern. Damp flesh, shell-pink lips, the pre-wetness impatiently dripped down the apex of her thighs.

"Beautiful. Everything's beautiful about you, you know that, right?" he glances up at her.

The moonlight contrasts her light skin, her amethyst hair and eyes blend in with the duskiness.

"Yes, I do."

"It took you a while to realize that. Years. But, even when you're aware of that, I can't help but tell you."

She's a goddess, even though realistically, she originated from hell. He worshipped his embodiment of beauty, power, strength, courage, and goodness. This was not the first time he has knelt in front of her throne, and eaten her fruit. The more he did it, was the more appetizing she tasted, and the more she felt, the more she loved.

His nails sink into her hips gently, then he starts. He lets his warm air play over her. He smells her eager warmth, it was almost like he was a thermometer, and she was a fever. His tongue slits neatly through her labias, grazing across a channel of nerves. Raven sighs, coiling her slender fingers in his lush hair.

One lick, and he's hooked. Similar to the feeling of eating a bag of chips, and clinging to the sensation until you finish.

He eases back a bit, exhales.

Before Raven poses the question he speaks.

"You're in for a rough one, Rae. But, a good one." a borderline growl resonates in his voice.

There goes that look in his eyes again. Nothing is going to deter him, and she is his only focus.

"Are you ready, princess?" he consents.

"I am." is her ready reply.

He pulls up her hips, and goes in again. His tongue situates between her inner lips. He gives exasperatingly draw-out strokes. His sucks on the flesh, nips at it, kisses it, growls into it, tells it his darkest wishes.

Slowly. He drinks in her flavor, allows her scent to settle into his soul. Raven squirms, the fist in his hair tightens. He steadily pushes his tongue in, watching her face crinkle in passion.

Raven moans.

She was his downfall, she always was. Any one sound, or hint of body language set him off instantly. Beastboy always had some sort of grip on his beastial instincts, but when it came to her, and her only... nothing could save the both of them.

He goes in pushing his tongue centimeters deep. His tongue paints colors of pleasure and delight into the canvas no one else has touched. His tip slips against the growing slick of her walls. She contracts, whimpers, then grinds her hips into his mouth.

"Riding my face while I eat you out? Huh, babygirl? You know that drives me crazy."

He roughly (but affectionately) tugs her hips closer to his mouth.

Beastboy puts his beast into it. He is never disappointed, he is always satisfied by her flavor. Even so, he still remained insatiable.

He could eat her out for days on end without once complaining or tiring.

"Eat it out, baby." Raven begs, her demonic cravings are crushing her central nervous system.

She's honeyed glaze with a little zestful tang. A taste with balance and a lasting effect.

Due to his enhanced sensory levels, smells, tastes, and anything else concerning the senses sticked to Beastboy for a while. Especially Raven.

Raven swallows a noise, then wriggles her hips away from his mouth.

"Don't move. You're gonna handle it, Rae. I know you can." her sex is deeper into his mouth, and he is deeper in her.

Another muffled noise trembles inside of her throat. His ears are decorated in her noises of content. She husks the most nasty filth he's ever heard. He secretly admires that she chooses her hellish demeanor over her ceremonious, Azarathian one when they had sex.

He glances at her, realizing her eyes were closed against the force of lust. Eye contact was one of his favorites during sex to begin with.

"Keep your eyes open, look at me, baby."

They get a hold of eye contact, then Raven breaks again. She arches into him, feeling him hit every point he needed to.

"Say my name." he commands.

Raven huffs, disobeying his order. She disliked being vulnerable, even sexually. To her luck, that never worked with her partner. He always got everything out of them both.

"Say it." he knows her spots and ruins them.

She holds in a moan, her legs quiver. Her pupils dilate, her blood pressure rises, and her muscles tense.

"Are you holding back, Rae? Don't do that, you know that you're safe with me."

He goes in harder, faster, with more strength, and more love. His tongue flicks over her sore bud, his mouth eats with the intent to leave nothing behind.

"Gar!" her scream was bone chilling, even to Beastboy, who's heard it plenty of times.

"There you go. Look how good you did." he exhales deeply, absorbing her white silk.

He finishes, goes back up to her face.

"You're sore?" he asks tenderly.

"Mhm." Raven nods with a smirk.

"Good, that means I did my job well."

His basil thumb glissades down the side of her mouth, pulling down the bottom lip.

"Open your mouth for me, pretty girl." Beastboy orders.

She grants his request, parting open her lips. He lets his spit drop slowly into her mouth, a clear string dangling in between both of their mouths. He then shoots a small load into her mouth, then closes her lips.

"Swallow. All of it."

She gulps down with a pleased smile.

"Jeez, Rae." his mind was never able to fathom the existence of this girl.

He always wondered how could she dare to be present in the same time as him.

"You know what,"

"On all fours, now."

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hiyaa. thank you for reading part one of urgent. i hope you all enjoyed. i will post the other parts soon💜✨💚 this story is also available on my ao3 & ff.net @bbraeism. take care💗

So you are spoiling us huh? Fufufu tremendous. Hi dear, may I ask for the numbers 25+26+40+47+48 in an scenario with Law + Fem!reader, please?

Maybe reader said something about getting turned on thinking the crew heard them having sex. Law acts baffled and ofended, insisting sex is a private thing. He decides to show reader how it truly is, almost like a punishement: taking them to a seclude and quiet spot; dirty talking them, teasing and masturbating them in public... and watch them BEG to stop if some stranger comes by. He never thought he may be actually enjoy the adrenaline of getting caugh. Now he wants to take a step foward, take action. The rest is up to you. ;) ;)

HI!! Well this idea it's just pure gold. I loved it and I wanted to write it as soon as I could. So it's finally here!. I think Law would be doing that for sure, specially because he is so repressed and reserved most of the times. Anyways, I hope you like it 💖~ Thank u so much for requesting! ❣ ~

NSFW ~ Trafalgar D. Water Law x F! Reader ~ Scream Louder, Babe.

Kinks:

🌶# 25: Voyeurism 🌶# 26: Anal 🌶 #40: Public 🌶 #47: Squirting 🌶 #48: Getting caught

TW: NSFW. Anal, rimming, squirting, masturbation, dirty talking, vaginal sex. Semi-public.

WC: 1.5K

Blankets tangled around your limbs, your hair disheveled, sweaty bodies. Your face over Law’s inked chest. Law brushing your hair. Both exhausted. The buzz of the crew on the deck outside is heard from the little porthole windows of the Polar Tang.

“Babe, you gotta low down your voice when we are fucking on the submarine…”, your serious boyfriend tells you after fucking you so hard it made you almost impossible to have your mouth shut. You look at him with an “oh come on” expression. “Hm… I will try to be quiet next time.... Well, I don’t know, imagine if the guys heard us… wouldn’t it be erotic?”, you suggest.

Law stops brushing your hair and looks at you offended, “are you kidding me? I don’t want them to hear me… to hear you”. “Oh, come on. I bet your friends would die to hear us”, you tease him again -deep inside these words hold a big truth, you are indeed a little turned on thinking about the idea of someone hearing you or worse, watching you get railed by him-.

The surgeon of death frowns at such a perverted offering and scolds you for it. “This is our private moment. I don’t want others to hear, look, enjoy or even take part in making love to you”, says Law. “Ok… Ok. But just so you know, I got turned on with that. After all you are just ashamed, everybody knows couples fuck. Don’t act so frigid'' you tell him, half joking, half confessing, and turned around just to hide under the pillows.

Your boyfriend huffs, and after a few moments he asks you to shower and get dressed. You wonder what he is planning, and you even get a little scared. Is he kicking me out the room? Is he mad at me?...

You do as he tells and turn on the shower. He enters with you, but although you try to tease him for a next round, he acts uninterested. You wash your body a little annoyed and get out of the shower. He follows you. Both of you get dressed and ready to get out of the room.

Law looks at you still frowning. He looks mad, pissed at you. “Come on”, he tells you and grabs your wrist pulling from it, so you follow him. “Where are we going, babe?”, you ask, stumbling with your feet in order to keep the pace. Law remains silent.

Almost running through the halls of the submarine, you arrive at the stairwell under the main deck. “What the fuck, Law?”, you tell him frightened but confused.

Law pushes you against the metal wall and pins you against it. “Let’s see if fucking like this really turns you on…”. You widen your eyes; the hell is he talking about?

Your boyfriend starts kissing and biting your neck, his hands through your pants reach your sex. His inked surgeon fingers playfully masturbate your clit. You try to resist the urge of screaming, and you coup your mouth with your hand. Anyone could hear you, or what’s worse, someone could be there in a matter of seconds. “Come on, moan louder, take your hand off your mouth. Don’t you want them to hear you? Is this what you told me turned you on?” Law says with a cruel tone.

“L-Law… B-aabe…”, you protest and whine at the same time as he fingers you like he knows it makes you burst with pleasure. “What? are you turned on already, my slutty baby? don’t you want me to make you scream so the others can see you enjoying my dick?”. You don’t really know at this point if this is some type of punishment you should be suffering or enjoying. You have mixed feelings for sure. The idea made you really horny, but the experience looks terrifying. What if Bepo finds you like this? What if Pen, or Shachi?... They are only a few steps on the stairs from you.

Yet, judging by how Law is behaving, how turned on he seems to be, it looks as if he is enjoying this way more than you think. He turns you around and your face hits the cold metal wall of the submarine. “B-babe… I’m sorry... Uhm I, I said that because I was... mhh... joking…”, you mumbled while Law grinds against your -now- naked butt.

“I’m gonna show you I’m not a <frigid>. You wanted this, enjoy it”, he whispers into your ear, and makes you suck his finger. “Suck it well, make it really wet”, he orders you while using his other hand to massage your breasts.

He takes his finger out of your mouth and begins to stimulate your back entrance. You widen your eyes once more. He knows anal is like your kairoseki, you just can’t help but shout at the pleasure he produces to you when he fucks you there. Playful fingers move back and forth, from your cunt, dragging your wetness, to your butthole. Your legs tremble, he keeps telling you to shout, to moan like the little bitch in heat you are. Your heart beats faster and faster. It’s impossible for you not to moan, and your little whines resonate on the metallic walls of the Polar Tang.

Law kneels at your back, and this time he uses his tongue. Rimming you so good, your legs are about to stop responding. He spreads your ass cheeks, and his mouth devours every single place of your anatomy. Once he is pleased with your butt on his face, he turns you around grabbing you by your pelvis. Your body moves naturally to his will, and now he has his face in front of your sex.

His sweet tongue once again attacks your core, while he uses his fingers to masturbate both of your entrances. He knows you have to be stretched enough not to hurt you when fucking you with his wide hard member.

“Law, please stop… ahj the guys are gonna come here, come on”, you tell him. “I love watching you beg after asking for it, enjoy my little slut”, he says and sucks your clit harder. “Fuck…”, you swear gasping as you are about to come. Law notices it, and starts fingering so violently, so perfectly on the right spot, that it makes you squirt so hard, so wet, so noisy. The floor, Law’s face and hand completely damped with the products of your climax. “Look at the mess you have made… I wonder if I should call the guys to clean it for us”, Law says while rejoicing the red face you have after shouting like that.

“Come on, Law. The guys… they…”, you try to tell him, but he says, “Oh no no, this is just the beginning babe”, and his member is now about to penetrate you. He lifts you up while deep thrusts send you to heaven and your back hits the wall. You are sure that those poundings rumble over the dock, and sooner someone will come to see what’s with that sound.

In fact, you hear the main gate open and some of the guys asking what the hell is that hammering sound. You look at Law shaking your head, trying to contain your moans, just for him to stop. “Stop”, you whisper desperately. “Heh… I’m not stopping at all. I think I like this more than I thought. Great idea, babe”, he whispers back with a perverse laugh.

Steps on the metallic stairs are heard, and Law still fucking you with your legs crossed behind his waist, carries you to the corner of the stairwell where you could say it’s the “blindest” spot. He keeps fucking you this time avoiding your back to hit the wall. You bite your lip, almost hurting them.

You watch Shachi’s boots go downstairs through the spaces in between the steps, and you bury your head on Law’s shoulder. “The fuck was that sound?”, your nakama says as he leaves the stairs and heads to the dining area. You breathe release… but not for so much, because Law puts you back on the ground, turns you around and rubs his dick over your dilated rear entrance.

Tangling some hair strands around his hands he pulls from them and penetrates you. The pleasure of his member invading your ass walls makes you scream hard. To which Law laughs devilishly. “I won’t stop fucking you, even if someone comes”, he warns you. You can’t even say proper words, so you just mumble and whine. Your hands reach for some pipes over there and grab yourself from them while Law keeps with the violent thrusts.

You are about to reach climax, and you too become completely unaware of being exposed, or getting caught. Law and you have surrendered to pleasure, and all of your senses are on reaching climax together. He is not covering your mouth anymore, and even Law is moaning.

Suddenly all of your crewmates shout at the same time “GUYS!”. You are dragged from the pleasing sensation to reality, where all of your friends are looking at you stunned. Your cheeks become red; you close your eyes. Law has stopped fucking you, but he remains still with his dick still inside of you. A few seconds after he whispers into your ear, “Well, as you said… everybody knows couples fuck..."

MHA MEN + DICK PRINTS

—nsfw + f! reader + various characters + dick prints + hand jobs + lap sitting + more

feat. deku, kirishima, shinso, aizawa, hawks, dabi, and shigaraki. 

1.17k words

deku can’t resist playing with you when he realizes how much you want his cock. having caught you staring one too many times, he tugs you into his lap eagerly and holds you close, so close that you can feel his breath on your lips, a whisper away from a kiss. he asks you what you need, want to hear you say every dirty detail until you’re squirming, shy and undone while sitting atop his thighs. 

his kiss is fervent, a fevered prayer as his hands guide your body in his direction. he holds your hips in place nudging your legs open a little further with his knees until he can grind against you, feeling your warm cunt through your panties, already slick against his cock. he chastises you for being such a silly girl; would you have let just any man toy with you like this? don’t you know whose cunt this is?

he’s rough on your clit, finding it quickly and attacking it with practiced fingers, proud at how quickly you’re reduced to little more than a slick, precious mess. he is unforgiving, cruel to your sensitive cunt, but he treats the rest of your body with care, as if you were a doll, holding you close and cooing honeyed words into your ear between each kiss and nibble down your neck, contradictory to each slap of his hips against your parted, trembling thighs.

“that’s my girl… tell me how you want it. you know how to ask, don’t you?”

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I was just about to fall asleep when I saw you opening lmao. Queen and goddess, may I ask for some mix of fluff and angst, with precious Rosinante who accidentally seriously hurts his fem!s/o because of his clumsiness? I lof you :sadcat:

⇥ rules!

⇥  non-one piece requests open!

these were pretty fun to write and i love tropes like this bc i’m evil

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God this boy. The instant it happens he’s filled with unbelievable guilt. He doesn’t even have time to think before he’s righting himself and gathering you up in his arms, rushing to the nearest doctor, promising your whimpering form that he didn’t mean to and berating himself.

When he finds out you’ve broken your arm due to his clumsiness, he breaks down at your side, hiding his face in your lap and just saying over and over again how sorry he is. If you’re talking, he doesn’t hear it, too busy beating himself up and wondering if this is the final straw in your stack of patience.

It takes a hard tug on his hair to get him to pay attention, his makeup smeared down his cheeks and tears still filling his bright blue eyes, now clouded with remorse and self-loathing. Your gentle hand-- just the one, he thinks bitterly, because the other is bound up in a cast because of him-- cups his cheek and you pin him with a stern glare.

It isn’t that you don’t understand how he feels. It is his fault, you can’t deny that. But you hate seeing him beat himself up over it so hard. It isn’t like he did it on purpose, he would never, and he can be upset at himself so long as he understands how you feel.

So you tell him that you aren’t mad or upset and beg him not to do anything stupid, like leave you, and his gaze flickers from yours to the side, his face paling. His long fingers pick at the sheet on the bed and he shyly asks if you plan to leave him.

Your heartfelt declaration and swift smack to the back of his head makes him believe you, and he’s relieved that at least that weight is off his shoulders. He has the urge to scoop you up in his arms and carry you down the hall, intent on making all of this up to you, but he definitely knows better than that. So instead he takes your uninjured hand and lets you lead the way to wherever you’re going, nodding in agreement when you declare he owes you so much royal treatment while you heal. Like he’d argue even if you weren’t injured.

How about a Daddy Dom Dabi punishing you for making him jealous. I love your fics Beelz 💙💙

Dabi: NSFW BELOW

“I hope this was what you wanted.” Dabi’s voice growls in your ear. You can’t see him, due to the blind fold, so the heated puff of air sends chills down your spine. Another solid strike of the wooden paddle sends your body lurching forward, but the ties hold you up. “Answer me. Is this what you wanted when you walked past Dusty Dick with the shortest pair of shorts you own on, making a point of showing him your ass?” He repeats. All you can do is let out a muffled sob, the ring gag making it impossible to speak.

When you heard that your boyfriend knew all about bondage, you wanted to see it in action. Sadly, he was too lazy to spend the time tying the ropes in a way that wouldn’t actually hurt you; that is, until you push him to do it. That is how you ended up like this, your legs in a frog tie, and your arms tied behind your back. Another set of ropes force you to sit on your knees, unable to move.

“Don’t think I didn’t notice your hand trailing up his thigh, trying to stir his shriveled dick. Well now you get exactly what you wanted. Your master is going to make sure you are properly punished, and stuffed full of my cum.” His heated hand trails down your back before pressing firmly against the welts the paddle left on your ass. A gargled moan escapes your throat and you are more than aware that you are in for a very long, painfully pleasurable night.

@ultimate-astridwriting, @awkward-youtube-trash, @helloiamadrawer

Requesting 29,38 and 79 for Shigure. Like maybe summoner wakes up from a nightmare and Shigure is there to comfort them? He’s such a sweet boy uwu

He is such a sweet boy;; I need the soft content so this is just as much for me as it is for you, darling;; I hope you enjoy! ♡

“By tomorrow I’ll be left in the darkness amongst your cold sheets, and your shoes will be gone, and your body warmth no longer beside me.” - Tomorrow

Shigure’s asleep, mostly. He’s dreaming some sort of dream, but he can’t really remember exactly what it is. At the very least, it’s given him a happy feeling, so perhaps its okay that he can’t fully remember.

From mostly asleep, he shifts to fully awake at the sound of his name. He opens his eyes and its still dark, the middle of the night. For a moment, he thinks he imagined someone calling his name, but it comes again, very softly.

“Shigure…?”

“Yes, my love?” his response is returned just as softly, accompanied by the rustle of sheets as he turns to face you.

There’s a loud sniffle that’s never a good sign, but the sound is muffled as you too turn, this time away from him. The nasally sound that comes with crying invades your voice as you make a request, “D-Don’t look at me.”

“It’s too dark, I can’t see anything,” he reassures, but there’s a soft tinge of worry in his words. It’s the middle of the night, why are you crying? Has something happened while he was asleep? As he waits for a response, he can’t help but worry a little more.

“I… I had a bad dream.” This too comes with a loud sniff and Shigure swears he can hear the tears you’re crying. 

Hesitant, he voices a question, one that had been rattling around in his head moments before. “Would you like to talk about it?”

The bed moves as you shake your head from side to side. No, you wouldn’t like to talk about it but… “I wanted to know if you were okay.”

Shigure’s mouth opens into an O shape as he realizes what you mean. It was one of those dreams, the type that plague everyone in the army. The sort of dream in which the people you love die and there’s nothing you can do to help. 

Before he can reply, you continue to speak. “I’ll… I’ll be fine. I just needed to… to hear your voice.”

Something in Shigure’s heart melts at that and he can’t help himself from shuffling a bit closer to embrace you from behind. “It’s alright,” he says, “I’m here.”

There’s another sniffle from you and he swears he can hear the tears falling from your eyes, so he opens his mouth and begins to sing, soft and quiet to soothe your fears. The soft, anchoring pressure of his arms along with the soothing lull of his voice stop your tears after a minute, helping you fall asleep after a few more.

Even once he knows you’re sleeping, Shigure sings a few more lines, just to make sure. Placing a soft kiss to the back of your head, he lets himself drift off as well. This time, he hopes, your dream will be much better.

Sorry to bother you with my thoughts but i REALLY want to jerk a mouthy boy’s off in a locker room/public bathroom/changing room or anywhere semi public and having his shirt rolling up so he can bite on the hem of his own shirt to muffle his noises ya know 😐 your hand lazily stroking his cock as you tell him to be still (but you secretly love the way his shaky thighs trying to keep himself standing straight) and your hand that’s toying with his nipple move to wipe his falling tears 😐 i am thinking 😐 anyways can i be your regular anon dhdhdj

WARNINGS: nsfw, (18+) mdni. handjob, public sex, bodily fluids, bondage.

SUB!OIKAWA X DOM!READER

handjob in the locker room — headcanons.

AUTHOR’S NOTE: NO BC I’VE HAD OIKAWA BRAINROT FOR LIKE 2 WEEKS, SO BRAIN IMMEDIATELY GOES TO HIM!!1!2!2!2!

anyway, next time you come around, i’ll brainrot with you, but for now, here are some hcs/drabble thingies. 😎

SIDE NOTE: these r quick, and reader gets edged at the end HEHAHEHA

࿐ OIKAWA TŌRU — gym locker room;

“don’t fucking move, tōru.”

his drool was coating the fabric of his volleyball jersey, his whimpers muffled by it. heavy breaths echoed in the corner you two were standing in as he groaned, the wall of lockers barely shielding you from the entrance.

his arms were tied behind his back with your belt, the material digging into his wrists he pulled at it, arching his back, leaning his head against your shoulder.

as he stood, your arms looped through his, your chest pressed against back, and yours against the lockers.

your fingers dragged up and down his shaft, listening to his pretty moans as he bucked into your fist, watching as his hot pre-cum dripped onto the floor.

all the while, your other hand teased his nipples, pinching the sensitive bud between your index and thumb, gently rolling it, feeling him flinch in your arms.

you thought you could hear oikawa’s team asking where he was, if only his moans weren’t so damn loud.

the handle of the door clicked, and the sound of the creaking hinges startled you both. however, you still wanted to play.

“oikawa, are you in here? we’re ready to start practice.” one of his teammates asked, his voice booming throughout the — now — quiet room. other than the sticky sounds of tōru’s cum being used as lubricant for your hand.

leaning down, smiling as your lips grazed the crook of his neck, you parted them, grazing his pale skin with your teeth.

“be quiet, baby.. don’t wanna get caught in such an embarrassing position..” your low voice rumbles into his ear.

picking up the pace of your hand, you stroke his cock faster, rubbing circles into his tip as you did so. his thighs began to shake as he held his breath, face turning red as he squeezed his eyes shut.

his body involuntarily thrusted into the pressure of your tight fist, coaxing his orgasm to come faster. as he did so, a quick little whimper left his throat.

“or do you want to get caught? gonna cum while your friend’s in here, tōru? want him to see what a mess you are, watch you cum?” you coo, teasing him, but to your surprise, he nodded.

“what a dirty little whore you are..”

5/3/21