Vilf (villain I’d Like To Fuck)

➥ Girls on Film

Tomura Shigaraki x F!Reader

Summary: When you became an intern under the watchful eyes of your mentor, you had never expected things to go so wrong. You had been warned to not let your guard down, but the pride of finally getting the hang of being a hero ate you up and left you as hero bait for the infamous villains lurking nearby. Though you did not expect to wake up to a webcam pointing at your body, and Japan’s most-wanted villain standing right beside you.

Warning(s): NonCon/DubCon, Skull Fucking, Spitting, Humiliation, Dacryphilia, Degradation, Streaming Sex, Squirting, Dumbification, Death Threats, Manipulation, Mind Break.

Note: DARK CONTENT PLEASE BE CAUTIOUS.

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Smoke Rings on Gold Frames (18+)

Heisenberg x reader smut

Here's Part One, and Part Two.

This is a part 3 to the small smut series this has turned into. Again, this makes me so happy that’s it’s getting so much love and attention! As always, finish your dinner before you get to your dessert! <3

Warning: It’s a smut! Dominating metal man, eating out, biting, mentions of wounds, praise, slight choking, mirror play, degration. Faint mention of lycan/Heisenberg. Look how much fun you two are having!

Summary: He saved you, yes, but Alcina still didn’t like the idea of that man getting anywhere near his precious daughter. You on the other hand, couldn’t get enough of him. He couldn’t get enough of you either. In fact, how desperate was he to have you under his grip again?

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You flicked your wrist against the match box, watching the slim piece of wood spark before erupting into a small bright flame.

The match quickly went towards the metal basin of your antique brass incense burner, nestling inside to scorch the loose incense blend you piled inside. The thick, rich smoke of green sage mixed with your favorite dried flowers began to perfume the air, drowning you in a comfortable smoke. You closed the lid on the metal burner, sliding the container over towards the far end of your vanity table and proceeded to look at yourself through your vanity mirror.

You lit your incense burner on evenings you felt like you needed to be alone. Usually before bed, one or all of your sisters would come by for a visit, or the maids would attend to pick up dirty garments for washing or to bring you tea. Naturally, your sisters weren't fond of the smoke, even going as far as avoiding the hallway so they weren't troubled by it. You loved your sisters dearly, but sometimes you lit your incense on purpose, especially after learning that bugs don't like smoke.

As for the maids, if they smelled it, they'd know you weren't to be disturbed.

When you arrived home on that day, Mother was quick to send you towards a bath and have your brand new dress burned. You felt like you were in that bath for an hour or more, succumbed to the warm waters filled with bubbles, flowers and heavily scented bath oils. After a while of scrubbing, relaxing and daydreaming, you left when your fingers were pruny and the flowers in your bath were shriveled and dull of their color.

You remained in your room until dinner, passing the time by reading. Alcina had dinner sent to your room, along with a bottle of a brand new wine you've never heard of before.

She's been spoiling you more than usual these passed few days since, bringing you your favorite meals and desserts, and you knew it was because of the 'incident.'

Don't get her wrong, Alcina was in fact proud that you fought off the lycan to the best of your abilities, it's what she had you trained for. As reluctant as she was to admit, she was thankful that Heisenberg saved you, even though she had no idea of the full truth.

You looked at yourself in the mirror, adjusting your gray silk nightwear to reveal your healing wounds. They were minor little punctures the size of faint bullet marks along your shoulders, and weren't deep at all. But Mother, as caring as she was, gave you healing salves and a tincture to treat them so they wouldn't get infected. You opened one of the tins, slowly applying the salve along your marks with gentle fingers. They looked to be healing well, and hopefully wouldn't leave any scarring.

Losing your concentration on yourself, you began to pick up the faint voice of your Mother from the main hall. The walls were fairly thick, and your bedroom was the farthest from the entrance of the castle. If you could hear your Mother from this distance, than her voice was raised and didn't sound too happy.

Quickly fixing your clothes, you grabbed the closest article of clothing to wrap around your body before leaving your room, heading towards the hall. Your fingers finished tying the straps of your robe when you heard another voice talking back to Alcina, and it was impossible to not recognize who it was.

"Boo!" Daniela's voice spooked you from your pace, the girl giggling as you turned around quickly to acknowledge her.

"Did I scare you? Did it work?" She continued asking, joining your side as she too was curious on what was going on.

"Shh!" Another voice, Cassandra, silenced the girl as she joined along, the trio stopping at the top balcony looking over the main corridor. Bela caught up last, keeping a black shawl over her head like a hood to see what was happening. Four heads looked down to their Mother, who was dressed in her formal attire, arguing with no one other than Heisenberg, his trench coat sparkling with meting snow.

"For the last time," Heisenberg puffed out a cloud of smoke, pulling his cigar from his mouth as he pointed up towards Alcina, "When the damn things learn that they're promised a sacrificial blood bath in a couple of days, they get riled up! They're dogs, for fuck's sake! Your kid is like a walking treat to them!"

"Don't speak of my daughter that way, you pig!" Alcina sneered with venom in her voice and a killer look in her eyes. He only shrugged it off, shifting his weight from one foot to another, all while balancing is hammer over his shoulders.

"Look, I can control them to an extent. They know when to stop and when to go, when to shake hands, where to piss an' all that. But with this event coming soon, they're getting excited for anything that breathes and bleeds. That's all the excuse I can give you."

Alcina wasn't too pleased with his words, but to a certain extent she could believe what he meant. It only frightened her more to keep you inside the castle, at least until the village purge were to pass.

"Fine," She exhaled, bringing her hands to her hips. "Alright, You've made your point. Now, you know where The Duke is, go finish your business with him and go-"

"Yeaaah," Heisenberg cut the woman off, a grin beginning to form on his face. "About that, It's snowin' really bad out there."

"And?" Alcina raised a brow.

"And," He continued, "It's piling up fast. You have to go to the church, yet my place is much, much farther."

Is this man serious???

Alcina wanted to clutch his throat right then and there. He wanted to stay in HER castle??? A dirty, disgusting man like him? Who does he think he is?

"You want to stay in my castle?" She questioned with utter shock.

"Just for tonight, you clearly have the room to fit one more."

"The only place for a man like you in my castle is on the roof hanging from the flagpole at the top of the tower!"

"I said INSIDE, woman! Its fucking freezing! Don't believe me? Want me to crack open a window to prove it?!"

"Stick him in the cellars, Mother!" Daniela chirped, all heads turning towards the red headed girl. "He can sleep with the rats and play with the maids!"

Her laughter quickly grew contagious with the rest of the girls, including you as you looked towards your heavily frowning mother and a smirking Heisenberg.

"That sounds even better," Heisenberg chuckled as he brought his cigar to his lips, meeting your gaze as he blew out a puff of smoke. "A nice, warm place that's dark and filled with livestock. You won't mind if I play with one pretty little lamb, right?"

"That's enough," Alcina ordered, causing your giggles to quiet down. She exhaled as if defeated after fighting her choices. As much as she wanted to reject him and throw him out to the snow, she felt as if she at least owed him a fair amount of debt. She didn't want to, but she'd feel selfish for doing otherwise.

"Just for tonight," Alcina raised a finger towards the man, "You will be gone before the sun rises, or I'll drag you out myself. Do you understand?"

"Tall and clear."

"Hmph,” Turning away from the man, she looked up towards her daughters, who had been leaning against the balcony rails with curious eyes.

“I’ll be leaving for the night girls, I’ll be back before morning.” Alcina announced, meaning she was leaving to the church to be with Mother Miranda. It happened once in a while, and when you asked why, she would mention something along the lines of special planning and ‘special meetings with the favorite child.’ Maybe it was to discuss the village purge.

It was a few hours since Mother left and you retreated to your room. It was pretty late, and after a couple hours of tossing and turning you couldn’t bring yourself to sleep. You sat up in bed with an open book in your lap and half a glass of wine in your hand. The words on the page didn’t even interest you, nor did the wine do much to distract you from your thoughts.

Heisenberg was here. In the castle.

If he wasn’t here, you’d just allow your own thoughts to put you to sleep. But the fact he was here incredibly nearby, it made you pretty anxious. A part of you wanted to go down there in the cellars to find him, but you had a lot of maids down there who probably would never keep their mouths shut. Your sisters would question it too, but then again the fact that he was down there with all the maids...

Their was a knock at your door, stealing you away from your thoughts. You tossed your book aside, downing the rest of your wine before setting your glass down on your vanity next to your lightly smoking incense burner.

At first, you thought it was one of the maids coming to you for reasons unknown. But when you opened the door, the scent of scorched tobacco smoke immediately told you otherwise.

“Karl? What’re you doing up here?” You leaned against your door a little bit, seeing the way he immediately eyed you up and down, lingering on certain areas of your body.

“Mmm, looks like you’re finally taking my advice,” He began, a grin slowly forming on his face. “Wearin’ less clothes so you don’t hide that gorgeous body.”

You shook your head, looking away from the man as you stepped aside, gesturing him to walk in.

“How did you know which room was mine?” You closed the door, watching him slowly place his hammer down to the side without it making a loud thud.

“I followed the smell,” He responded, looking around at the decor in your bedroom. “Figured yours would smell the least of rotting blood and corpses the vampire bitch is known for.”

Your room was plain and simple, with the classic elegant spin that was in every other room in the castle. You kept it clean, minus the bed you were in before. The silk sheets were tussled, the fabrics in your favorite color.

“You know if someone found out you were in here, you’d be in a lot of trouble,” You spoke with a teasing tone, walking over to take off the shades from his face, along with his hat.

“I doubt that,” He chuckled, his eyes crinkled with amusement, “I might've threatened a couple of peepers, might've not. After all, I’m just a thirsty ol’ man looking for a tall glass of water.”

You held back a laugh as you placed said items down on your vanity, looking back to see his cigar nestled in his fingers. He watched you reach over and pluck it away, meeting his gaze as you slowly took a drag from said cigar, the embers glowing brighter than the candles that bathed your room in dim light.

“Well,” You blew out the smoke slowly, seeing the swirls evaporate as they got close to Karl’s face. “Did you find it?” You leaned over to put out the cigar inside your incense burner, feeling the floor slightly shift as he took a step closer to you.

“I’m lookin’ right at it,” Came his reply, his tone low and heavy with lust. “C’mere,” His gloved hand snuck around behind your neck, forcing a fierce kiss from you.

Your hands found a hold on his trench coat, yanking it off his shoulders while his hands plastered themselves on every inch of your skin. They found your breasts, squeezing them through the thin silk fabric. Abandoning your chest, they slid down your sides before squeezing the curves of your ass, holding you as close to him as possible. He tugged at your bottom lip with his teeth, chuckling a little before sucking the soft flesh.

“Mm,” As wonderful as this was, you had to break the kiss before his fingers could attempt to catch a firm hold on your sleepwear.

“Ah ah ah!” You shoved his hands off, forcing him to frown deeply.

“Sit down,” You motioned your head towards your bed, seeing Karl glance over it before frowning even more. “Really?”

“I said sit, Dog.” You ordered the man, even going as far as to shove him back. He caught himself this time, landing against your bed. He sat up properly, his frown replaced with a strong smile at your tone. It was cute watching you tell him what to do, but he didn’t voice it.

“I’m not having you rip up my clothes for a third time,” You proceeded to speak, staying where you were as you started to pull up the silk fabric of your gown in your hands, lifting it ever so slowly to pull off over your head.

“Yes Ma’am,” He responded slowly, watching you with intense eyes darkened with lust. It was your favorite look on him. You almost felt like you were standing top center at the church, with Karl as your only worshipper. He eyed every inch of your skin you exposed to him, relishing in the sight the second your garment fell to the ground. You stood in front of him with breasts bare, your nipples hard from the excitement.

You knew what Karl was waiting for, he didn’t try to hide it as he stared at your waist, seeing your fingers sliding along the edge of your panties. You hooked your thumbs around them and pulled them down slowly, hearing the man lightly groan when they fell to your feet, the material glistening from your wetness.

“Fuck, kitten,” He breathed, slowly pulling off his gloves and tossing them to the floor. He stood up from the bed, and while you were tempted to tell him to sit again, seeing the way he started to tug off his shirts made you silence yourself.

“That’s cute,” He started, his bare calloused hand running down your flank, making you slightly shiver, “Your little show. Very, very cute. But now it’s my turn.”

Oh? You tilted your head slightly in question.

He turned you around, making you face the large floor length mirror you kept against your wall near your closet. Bright gold metal lined the edges, giving it a rich elegant look you adored seeing, it was one of the many eye catchers in your room.

But now, you were staring at your own reflection as Karl stayed behind you, his hands traveling over your breasts again.

“I just adore these sessions of ours,” His voice rumbled in his chest against your back, watching as your attention was focused on his fingers teasing your slightly bruised nipples. “I never knew you had such a bite to your bark, (Y/n). To think their was such a freak hidden away in this pretty head of yours, it’s just another thing I’ve grown to like about you.”

He gave your nipples a rough pinch, making you jump and hiss with surprise while your back slightly arched. He shushed you almost instantly, taking away your hand before it even came close to his.

“Hurts, huh? Pain is such a fantastic way to waken up the senses, especially with the erotic type of pain.” His hands left your breasts and down to your hips, the tips of his fingers gliding ever so close to where you wanted them to be.

"You..." You spoke up again, making him halt his movements.

"What was that?"

"You talk too much." Was your response, making the man chuckle.

"Besides bein' a sexy freak, you're also such a fucking brat." One of his hands left your hips to cradle your jaw, securing your head forward to where you stared at yourself in the mirror.

His free fingers found your clit through your warm folds, making you emit a small whine as he teased you with slow, small circles.

"I wanna make you come (Y/n), but I also want you to watch yourself when I make you," Karl murmured in your ear before taking your earlobe in between his teeth, giving a small tug. He applied more pressure against your bud, increasing his pace slightly in a way that made your stomach press against his forearm that you held, your fingernails digging into his skin as not so subtle whines left your lips.

"F-fuck," You hissed, your head slightly moving in his grip as you couldn't help yourself to look down, seeing the warm light of your room reflect off the slick that gathered on Karl's rough fingers.

"So vulgar sweetheart," His grip quickly tightened on your jaw, fingers almost bruising your skin as he moved your head back to where it was before. "I didn't tell you to move. I'm not gonna repeat myself."

It wasn't long before he set a brutally fast pace, forcing more whines and whimpers to flood his ears. Your other hand gripped his other arm, finding leverage against him as your body shuddered, feeling like you were close to losing yourself. You couldn't help but curse this man in your head that he was so capable of making you feel this way, but oh did it feel so good.

"On second thought," Karl announced before his fingers completely abandoned your folds, forcing you to let out almost a fuming, irritated groan. You were seconds away from feeling your core burst, the lack of attention quickly filling with annoyance.

"What the hell??" You wanted to yell at the man as he stepped away, looking at you with nothing but a shit eating grin. He brought his two fingers to his lips, licking at the pads before sucking on them, humming as if he was tasting ambrosia.

"I had a change of thought," He hummed, holding you by your shoulders until your back fell against the bed, looming over your form. "You got to fill out your little fantasies, now its time to fill out mine."

Karl kissed you before you could say anything else. It continued for a moment before he cut it off, proceeding to pepper kisses down your neck and chest, paying quick attention to your breasts before trailing down your stomach. His beard lightly scratched along your skin the entire way, the man kneeling down in front of the bed to get towards his prize.

He spread you apart, leaving you to close your eyes out of quiet nervousness as he glared at your flower, perfectly glistening for him.

He closed the short distance, his tongue gliding along your entire pussy in one long swipe. The new contact was more than enough to make you whine at the sensation, making the man smile against your skin. He repeated the motion a second time, the tip of his tongue spending extra seconds on your clit, making your knees raise slightly as a small mew came from you.

Any hints at being gentle were banished as he started to eat you out like a starved man. His hands pinned your thighs in place, preventing you from closing them around his head, although the idea of it wasn't a bad one. His dexterous tongue left nothing untouched, licking against your clit repeatedly and sliding inside you, fucking you with his tongue alone. His facial hair even added a prickling sensation that only added onto the pleasure, intensifying even more when he brought his lips around your clit, suckling hard.

Your hips bucked against his mouth, your fingers tightly gripping your blankets as the sounds you made reached various broken octaves. This man didn't let up, even bringing two of his fingers inside you, curling upwards in a way that had your back arching almost instantly.

This was something Karl wanted for a long time: To be in complete control of your body and give you the ultimate sensation that any human would want, pure pleasure. He could take you to that state of euphoria, and do it over and over if he wanted to. Right now, he really wanted to take you there.

"C'mon," He muttered against you, making you raise your head to stare at him with half-lidded eyes. "Come for me babygirl."

His lips returned to sucking your clit again with a perfect thrust of his fingers, the built up pleasure snapping in your lower abdomen almost instantly. The hot white delicious relief spread throughout your body like a scorching wildfire, making you cry out while covering your mouth with your fingers to prevent being so loud, but it did little to nothing. Your other hand found itself tugging at Karl's hair, fingers tangling in his silvery locks as your hips rocked against his mouth, the man sucking every drop from your core for all it was worth.

"There you go sweetheart," He cooed when you settled down from the high, feeling the man kiss the inside of your thighs. He bit your skin a little at first, making you give an almost breathless giggle at what you believed was a tease.

His sharp teeth popped the skin of your inner thigh when he bit down again, your warm blood flooding his lips as he instantly sucked the wound, making you gasp and writhe from the pain. His hands secured your hips from thrashing away, your hand tugging at his hair as his tongue repeatedly brushed over your inflicted wound. You grew so focused over the panic, you got caught off guard when his fingers returned towards your folds again. You haven't fully recovered from your first orgasm, the sensation of his fingers making you whine much more louder than you wanted to.

"K-Karl," You gasped out, attempting to push his head away with your hand. "Karl stop! I can't-"

The man refused the push, emitting a low growl from deep in his throat that almost scared you, making you move your hand away from his head. His nails started digging into your skin, leaving angry red trails as his mouth abandoned your bite wound, quickly returning to your pussy without a second thought.

Your next orgasm felt forced, the pleasure more intensified with the stinging pain of overstimulation. It made you buck your hips against his mouth, your hands pulling against your sheets so hard you'd fear they would rip.

Karl removed his mouth as you came back down, giving your wound a final wipe of his tongue before chuckling.

"Now I know why these monsters insist on keepin' you, Everything about you is so sweet." He looked up at you almost glowing, feral eyes and a broad smile on his face, completely ignoring the fact that he bit you just to taste your blood and prove his point.

''And you call me a freak," You breathed out, watching as he stood up from the ground, pulling you closer to him by your legs. He scooped you up in his arms, proceeding to climb up in bed before laying you back down, your head nestled against your pillows.

"We're all freaks," He countered, looming over you as he undid his belt, "But you and I, We're both hand in hand in this twisted freak show."

He pushed inside you slowly, not stopping until he was buried to the hilt. To your overstimulated form, you couldn't help but feel a bit of pain while squeezing around his length. But like he had said before, or similar to his words, pain mixed with just the right amount of pleasure was an incredible sensation to feel.

Words were getting lost to your mind when he thrusted more into you, burying deeper and deeper into your core. His weight against you had you feeling caged underneath, his distinct scent filling your senses to the brim. You could've cared less if the world ended then and there, the pleasure growing quickly drowning out everything else that didn't matter, only you and him.

His pace quickened considerably, the sounds of skin slapping against skin mixed with your indescribable moans echoed through your entire room, sounding like music in Karl's ears. Your were a gorgeous sight to behold, your skin glistening with a thin layer of sweat, your breasts bouncing with every thrust, your eyes half open with pupils full blown out, clouded in pleasure. He felt your hands plastered along his back, leaving harsh scratches along his skin that provided him his own share of mixed pleasure and pain.

His hand found your jaw again, keeping a tight hold as you joined him in a rough, heated kiss. The taste of tobacco, your blood and your essence was a peculiar combination you never believed you'd ever get a chance to taste, but you weren't in the right mindset to complain, instead you moaned to indulge.

The tighter you clenched around him let him know you were close, forcing him to slow the pace he set, only to compensate for more hard, brutal thrusts. The bruising force of his hips sent you over the edge, your back arching off the bed to push against his chest as a muffled cry came from you, Karl keeping the kiss secured as his arm slipped under you, pulling you up from the bed while swallowing your cries.

He sat up in a kneeling position, both arms secured around your waist as he continued bucking his hips hard, chasing his own release as you were in the middle of yours.

He reached up to hold the back of your head, fingers grabbing a fistful of your hair. Your arms draped over his shoulders, locking your hands as you whined against his shoulder, your eyes open as you stared straight towards your gold lined mirror, seeing the way his muscles flexed with your red claw marks brightening the tan skin on his scarred back. His head rested in the crook of your neck, hearing him emit another dangerously low growl as he thrusts faltered, flooding your insides with a potent, hot warmth. Your shuddered against him, riding out both of your highs as you both held onto each other, completely breathless.

Karl's hand cradled the back of your head, both of your tired forms sitting in a comfortable silence. The longer the two of you stayed this way, the more exhaustion wrapped its thick tendrils around their victims. He laid you down, resting your head on your pillow. You almost refused to let him go, looking up at him with half lidded eyes no longer filled with lust, being completely replaced with a different emotion you were scared to voice, but Karl knew right away.

The man was screwed, because the way you looked at him was the same way he looked back at you.

kitten i'll be honest daddy isn't sure he's cut out for full time employment

In The Dark

Shadow Monster Aizawa x Reader

A collab piece for @lemonlordleah-shinzawa-kitten Citrus Dome Server

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Warnings: somnophilia, dub-con, non-con, tetraphilia eeee tentaicles kind of? Monster fucking, manipulation, tiny little sprinkling of yandere if you squint. 

5kish words

 @bobawithpomegranate ​ & @miscellaneous-bnha ​ thanks for keeping me from jumping off a bridge. This was surprisingly very challenging to write so i hope you guys enjoy.

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A PROPOSITION.

Minors and ED blogs DNI. Ageless blogs will be blocked. Do not repost or recommend my work anywhere.

Synopsis. Adding sex to the mix doesn’t seem too bad of an idea when your long term friend Gojo Satoru gives you a taste of the experience — conveniently enough, on your living room couch.

WC. 5.4k

Genre. NSFW.

Warnings. Alcohol consumption, unprotected sex, overstimulation, oral (male + female receiving), vaginal sex, slight dacryphilia, praising, couch sex, multiple positions (missionary, doggy etc), tummy bulge, biting (hickeys), squirting, choking, creampie, aftercare.

MASTERLIST

“This has to be a joke.”

You were seated opposite to him on your couch, your back leaning against the arm of it with him mirroring your position, your thumb running over the rim of the beer bottle in your hand. It was one of the many nights you two would frequently have on a weekend – takeout with some drinks and maybe even a movie before you’re both passed out on your living room floor. Dressed in just a tank top and pyjama shorts – you were halfway through your second drink when Gojo had suggested one of the most absurd ideas that had ever occurred to you, and you were starting to think that maybe you should tell him to slow down with the alcohol before he begins to spew more impulsive thoughts.

“Why would I joke about?” Gojo replied nonchalantly.

“Well, it is you we’re talking about here.”

He rolled his eyes at that, huffing a strand of white hair away from his face before locking eyes with you, “I wouldn’t joke about that with you, maybe with Nanami but–“

You shook your head, lifting a hand up to stop him, he pursed his lips immediately at that. “Satoru–“ you started with a sigh, “Do you..do you understand what you’re saying right now? Do you understand what you’re asking me here?” Your voice did not match the playful tone of his, his eyebrows slightly pinching in together in seriousness.

“Of course I do. I’m not an idiot.”

“You’re drunk.”

“I’m honest.” He retorted, “And you’re in denial.”

You barked out a laugh at that, “Denial? How?” Gojo only smirked in response, clearing his throat before beginning to crawl towards you. You raised an eyebrow at his approach, wondering where this was going. “You’re full of shit if you say you haven’t thought about it too.” He said, his hand using the back of the couch to support his weight while the other rests on the arm of the couch you’re leaning on.

Throwing your head back in a laugh, you patted his shoulder in amusement once you looked back at him. “I admire your confidence – truly, Satoru. But I think you tend to forget something.” You stated with a sympathetic sigh, your finger brushing the collarbone peaking through his shirt, before drunkly gripping his collar and pulled him towards you, your breaths mingling. “I’m not one of your play things. I’ve known you for years – I know you like an open book. So whatever poor attempt this is to try and lure me to your bed,“ you paused to kiss your teeth “–it’s not going to work.” You finished, before leaning back again on the arm of the couch, a triumphant smirk on your face as you rendered him speechless.

Failing to hear a response from him, you initially thought the conversation was over as you took another swing of your beer. However, your eyebrows shot up as you nearly choked on your drink once you felt his hand on you calf, fingertips having a feel of your skin. You looked back at him, his eyes glued on your leg as he shook his head with a dark chuckle. “This is where you’re wrong, peach.” He squeezed your calf before it began to dangerously rise up to your knee, thumb rubbing your skin. “If you did know me, then you would know I wouldn’t mind having you bent over my knee any day now.”

You sucked in a breath, unsure whether if your face was hot from the alcohol or his words. Gojo’s cheeks were flushed red from his drink, the tip of his tongue poking out to wet his lips, his eyes fixed on yours. “You’re a smart girl, but not smart enough if you can’t seem to use that pretty head of yours when you’re around me.”

“Satoru–“ you shook your head, gulping. Every drop of confidence you had in your voice earlier had suddenly dissipated. “Why..why are you telling me this?”

“I want to fuck you.” He blatantly replied, “I’m not one to beat around the bush. You should know that since you claim to know me so much.” he huffed in slight annoyance. To say there was sexual tension between you two ever since you met was an understatement. Flirty remarks, teasing touches and even drunken pecks were shared here and there but nothing ever beyond that. You were both part of the same friendship group after all, and were pretty much the only ones out of said group who haven’t hooked up with each other yet.

“Fuck me and disregard me like you do with the others?”

He shook his head immediately at that, his face lacking any form of amusement. He was serious, for once. “There’s a difference. You’re my friend, I wouldn’t do that to you.”

“It just..it sounds like a bad idea to me.” You sighed in response, the rim of your beer bottle suddenly being the most interesting thing in the world to look at, “It doesn’t have to mean anything if you don’t want it to, [Name].” His voice caught you off guard in the eerie silence as you met his gaze again. “But I’m not going to pressure you into something you don’t want. It’s just something that’s been on my mind for a while, so I thought you should know.” He finished before pulling his hand away, the place where his hand resided on your leg suddenly felt cold as he laid back on the arm of the couch opposite to you, his feet grazing yours.

Gojo Satoru was idolised by the public. Women wanted him and men wanted to be him (some times they wanted him too). Gossip from stranger mouths would spring every week on not only how he looked like a god, but also how he was one in the sheets. So why not? You think. Why not relieve the sexual tension once and for all and see whether if those said rumours live up to his name by having a taste yourself?

“If we’re going to do this–“ you confidently spoke, making his head snap up towards you at your sudden change in heart. “–Our friends can’t know. And I mean no one can know, not even Geto. I’m not interested in us being another experiment to them.”

“Cross my heart, my lips are sealed.” He smiled, “Better be.” You murmured, before placing your beer bottle on the coffee table. Your gaze met the mischievous glint in his eyes, his hand patting his thigh as he beckoned you to come closer, “Come here.”

You licked your lips, finding yourself crawling towards him at an agonisingly slow pace. His eyes shamelessly eyeing your chest as it peaked through your tank top. You stopped in between his legs, Gojo’s hand finding its way to your cheek as you looked up to him. “Have you thought about it?” He asked quietly.

You blinked at his question, there was no point of lying. You’ve always wondered – wondered how his calloused hands would feel all over your body, how his lips would brush over your skin before sinking his teeth in and leaving a love bite, how his hair would tickle your ear when he’d bury his face into the crook of your neck, thrusting over and over and over.

But your pride was too big to admit it out loud. So you opted for something else.

“Well, if there’s one particular thing I’ve always wondered about..” You began, your eyes darting from his bulge to his eyes. Gojo smirked almost immediately at that, “I’ll have you know I’ve heard nothing but positive feedback about my–“

“I’m not talking about your size.” You interrupted, pursing your lips to hold back a smile. He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, before you watched his smile drop and eyes widen in realisation.

“My pubes? You thought about my pubes out of everything?”

You barked out a laugh at his disappointment, the previous awkward atmosphere diminishing at your conversation. “Can you blame me? Even your eyelashes are white, it’s only logical that–“

“Jesus christ.” He huffed, throwing his head back with his eyes screwed shut. He rubbed his face with both hands, before looking back at you. His lips curved upwards once again, “You’re in luck, since you’re about to see for yourself. ”

You found yourself mirroring his smirk as you sat up. You swung your legs over his, fully situating yourself on his lap. Gojo’s hands immediately resting on your hips. “You better not make me regret this.”

“First of all–“ Gojo said, his tone flat as his palm collided with your bum harshly, making you jump in place. “You don’t talk to me like that, peach.” His nickname for you rolled off his tongue almost condescendingly – almost carrying a different weight this time.

He leaned forward, watching you gulp. Your lips slightly parted as small breaths left your mouth, your eyes flickering between both of his eyes. The blue sea that inhabited his orbs refused to look anywhere else as he watched your walls slowly crumble down, almost as if they were daring you to look away. Gojo leaned his head towards your ear, his lips brushing against your earlobe as he whispered, “I’d behave if I were you.”

He backed away, but stayed closed enough to brush your nose against his. You closed your eyes, feeling his lips envelop yours in a slow kiss, a hand finding its way behind and up your back, fingers trailing up and down your spine once he slipped his hot tongue into your mouth. His fingers trailed upwards, before gripping the back of your neck and pushing you deeper against his lips, eliciting a small whimper from you. He pulled away, a small pop! heard as your lips separated.

“Yeah?” Gojo asked with a small smile, thumb running across your already hot cheek, you pulled your bottom lip between your teeth, a small smirk on your face. You nodded eagerly before yanking him from his collar towards you, lips meeting his forcefully as they moulded against each other, your tongues dancing in a sweet harmony. Your arms wrapped around his neck – breathing fast, heart rate faster. He gripped your hips tightly, and you slightly winced against his lips as you felt his fingers digging into your pelvic bone.

You felt his growing bulge underneath you, poking you through your shorts and encouraging you to roll your hips against his, your pelvises directly aligned as you moved in a wave-like motion. Gojo’s grip around your frame tightened, feeling a small vibration against your lips once he let out a low moan. Chest against chest, your hardened nipples protruded through your tank top and rubbed against his clothed torso with each movement.

His hand moved down your stomach, slipping inside your shorts and reaching your panties. You continued grinding against his fingers as they teased your clothed clit in the same pace. You pulled away to breathe for a second, gasping against his lips at the growing feeling in your cunt before pressing them back to him. Gojo responded immediately, the sounds of lips smacking and kissing resumed as he felt a patch of wetness in your panties.

“Satoru.” You breathed out once you pulled away, “Want you in my mouth.”

He retracted his fingers, “Yeah? Want my cock down your throat?” he spoke teasingly, you only hummed eagerly before taking the liberty to crawl off his lap. Laying on your stomach between his legs and perched your ass up. You pulled his sweatpants and boxers along the way, his hard dick slapping his stomach, the tip flushed red and decorated with a white ring of precum – his cock mildly curved upwards and you couldn’t help but think how it would feel deep inside of you. However, you’re snapped out of your thoughts at something else as you eyed his cock.

Shaved. He was fully shaved. Not even trimmed, or any presence of a small stubble to give you at least a hint on whether if your suspicions were true or not. You blinked, looking back at him as he snickered.

“Tough luck. Maybe next time.”

“Next time?”

“Yeah next time–“ He leaned forward, placing your chin between the web of his thumb and index finger as he tilted your head up, his rough palm warm underneath your chin. “Because you’ll be begging for more once I’m done with you.”

Gojo leaned back comfortably against the arm of the couch, nudging his chin at you with a look of amusement, “Go on.” You fought the urge to roll your eyes at him, licking your lips and attempting to grab his shaft before he stopped you by gripping your wrist. “Wait–“ he murmured, and you restrained yourself from huffing impatiently. “You have an eyelash on your cheek.” He noted, squinting his eyes at your face, his thumb and forefinger pinched at something on your cheek before retracting his hand, showing you the short curved hair on his index finger.

“Wanna make a wish?” Gojo cooed, grinning almost childishly at you. The devil resting on your left shoulder whispered lewd thoughts into your ear as you smirked. You fluttered your eyes shut, pretending to give yourself a hard thought before opening them and blowing your eyelash away. Gojo opened his mouth to speak, probably to spew another remark before you wrapped your lips around his finger, nipping at his fingertip before swirling your tongue around his digit.

“Shit..” He breathed out shakily, watching you suck in his finger further down your throat as his knuckle reached your lips. You blinked at him, pulling your lips off his finger before wrapping your hand around his cock. You flicked your tongue against the ring of precum, humming in satisfaction as Gojo’s hand brushed a strand of hair behind your ear, before landing on the back of your skull with his thumb rubbing in circular motions against.

You wrapped your lips around his tip, flicking it with the tip of your tongue before giving his cock long licks across his length, stopping at his balls and taking one into your mouth. Your tongue barely gave Gojo time to breathe as you watched him throw his head back, his swollen, pink lips forming a pout. His fingers dug into your scalp as you gave him a particularly hard suck. You gave him a second to recompose before fully taking him into your warm mouth, his girth stretching your lips far and wide. The heat from your breath making him throb in anticipation.

“Fuck.” He sighed out, looking back at you as you hallowed your cheeks around him. “You love this, don’t you?” You moaned around him in response, giving him a quick nod with his cock in your mouth before flattening your tongue along his length. The salty sweet taste of him mixed with your own saliva made you bob your head up and down agonisingly slow.

His arm snaked past your armpits, pulling you off him with a gasp. Your chin wet from your own spit, his large hands cradling your face as he kissed you hard and deep, his hot tongue finding its way back into your mouth and having a taste of his own precum.

“Do you have a condom?” You heard him say as you pulled away with a pant, eagerly pulling his shirt off as he did the same to you, “’M on the pill.” you murmured, pulling him in from his neck into another heated kiss. A squeal escaped your mouth when he pinched your ass, before he slowly laid you down on your back, not breaking away from your lips. Your arms wrapped around his neck, chest against chest. His hand yanked your shorts down, tossing them on the floor somewhere. With your panties being the only barrier left between your nude bodies, you moaned against his mouth once you felt his hardened cock rub against your clothed clit.

Gojo broke away from your lips, prepping kisses across your jaw and down your throat, leaving a trail of wet patches before latching his mouth onto your breast. You gasped as you felt his teeth sink in softly around your nipple, running his tongue across the area before giving it a hard suck. His other hand reached down between your legs, applying pressure to your clit through your panties as you felt sweat form along your hairline.

“Stop teasing.” you sighed out, making Gojo pull away. “You expect me to make it easy on you?” He retorted with a small chuckle and a shake of his head, his breath fanning your face as the smell of beer invaded your nostrils. “That’s not how it works, peach.”

“I expected you to fuck me like you mean it, not lie through your teeth.”

“Lie?” He raised an eyebrow, his teeth slightly clenched. “You think I’m messing?”

“Are you gonna prove me wrong?” You continued to press him on purpose. He only smirked in response, and for a minute you nearly regretted letting those words slip out of your mouth.

“Oh I will,” He paused to pull your panties down, the flesh of your hips that's been squeezed by the fabric breaking free, your pussy lips already glistening from your own wetness, “I’m gonna fuck you until you cry.”

He grabbed his own shaft, leading it towards your cunt. His tip sticking into your entrance only a little bit before pulling back and spreading your slick across your labia and to your clit, you whined at the sensation underneath him, biting your tongue to stop yourself from begging for some sort of friction from him, and you almost thanked the gods above once you felt him push in.

Your mouth hung open as he inserted himself, your pussy lips swallowing him whole as his girth stretched you with every inch that pushed in, Gojo moaned on top of you, hands digging into your waist as you bent your knees. He buried his face into the crook of your neck, staying still for a second once he fully pushed in, sighing out a low "fuck.“ before you felt a tap against your thigh. "Bring it up." he breathed out against your neck, his hot breath making goosebumps rise on the arms wrapped around his back.

You lifted the leg that's inside the couch upwards, "A little higher - that's it." Gojo sounded satisfied once your leg rested over of the back of the couch, you took the liberty to move your other leg onto the floor, your toes grazing against the carpet as you found yourself spread wide for him as much as you can. "Satoru–" You whined out.

"I know, baby. I know." He said, before pulling back and burying himself inside of you again, he snapped his hips with every moderate paced thrust, your wetness making it easier for his cock to slide in and out, the curve of his cock kissing the spot that's etched deep into your cunt. “You feel so good, so warm and snug and–fuck.” Gojo cursed.

It’s almost as if his hands couldn’t get enough of you – first gripping hard on your breasts as some sort of anchor, then moving onto your already spread legs and pushing down on your inner thighs, making you wince as he stretched you out fully. His rough hand then grabbed the leg next to his head, making you gasp as you watched him wrap his lips around your toe, giving it a teasing suck and a lick, his eyes not breaking away from yours before one of them dropped into a wink.

Gojo’s thrusts didn’t falter for a second as he returned your leg to its previous position, resting it comfortably over the back of the couch. His rough hands snuck over your hips and behind your ass, taking your flesh between his fingers and spreading your cheeks apart as he lifted your pelvis slightly above the couch.

There was so much going one – your legs spread, his hands on your ass, his curved cock not leaving a sweet spot inside of you untouched. A thin layer of sweat covering both of your heaving bodies as you both moaned loud enough for your next door neighbour to hear.

Both of your hands reached his biceps, grabbing the muscles for leverage as his thrusts got harder and started pushing you further back into the couch, the top of your head meeting the arm of it as you arched your back in pleasure. “Mhm–Satoru..”

When you looked back at him, you could've sworn you felt the air get knocked out of your lungs at the sight in front of you. The veins in Gojo's arms protruded from his hard grip on your ass, his cock glistening with your slick every time he pulled back, his pecs flexing with every thrust. His chest was dusted with a soft shade of pink, snow hair matted against his forehead. The way his face contorted in pleasure – eyebrows pinched together, heavy pants and grunts escaping his pouty lips.

Desperately, your grip on his biceps tightened as you pulled him closer to you, making him slow down his thrusts as his hands left your ass and moved to your waist instead, dropping your lower half back onto the couch. You retrieved both of you legs and bent your knees as he snuggled in between them, with one arm around his neck and the other perched up on your elbow for support, you lifted your back off the couch as you began to hold him for all it’s worth and grind your hips against his. Gojo let out a throaty moan as you contracted and released your pelvic muscles around his cock. "Oh, god." He let out a low groan, pecking your lips as you continued to roll your hips against his, "Oh, fuck."

“You’re gonna make me cum if you keep doing that.” Gojo shamelessly admitted once you clenched around him again. He quickly shook his head, not wanting to cum just yet, he pulled his cock out, making you whine at the sudden emptiness, only to gasp as he flipped you over on your stomach. You rested your chin against the arm of the couch, emitting a high pitched “oh!” once his hand collided with your asscheek in a loud smack. You were reluctant to think his hands would leave bruises on your ass from the constant gripping and smacking, but once you felt his teeth sink into the flesh of your ass, you knew for sure he would leave his mark.

You gasped at the stinging feeling. He only hummed in response – spreading your asscheeks apart, your juices glazing your lips. Gojo found himself licking his lips at the sight, before sticking his tongue out and giving you a long hard lick, your eyes rolled to the back of your head at the feeling, your high coming back down as he tried to coax you into calmness with his mouth on your cunt.

“So wet for me.” He muttered. You felt a ball of spit fall on your asshole and drip down your cunt, making you mewl. “All for me.” His mouth latched onto your lips, tongue lapping all of your juices before sticking it into your entrance, nose brushing against your skin as he buried his face between your cheeks. Gojo’s groans vibrated against your skin, making you desperately grind back onto his face. His fingernails dug deep into your flesh as he continued to eat you up like a starved man that haven’t had a morsel of food in ages, tongue not leaving a drop of your juices drip into the couch as he drank it all up.

You whined in distress once he pulled away – he was constantly edging you and not letting you cum, and although you wanted nothing more than to have your release all over his mouth, the ache between your legs wanted to feel his cock inside instead.

Almost as if he heard your thoughts, you felt him line himself with your entrance, pushing in with his hands gripping your hips again. You were sure at this point he was leaving handprints all over your body, but the thought quickly dissipated as you heard the obscene sounds of your squelching hole take in his cock with every hard thrust.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” You heard Gojo pant behind you. “Oh, Satoru.” You mewled, your arm stretched behind you and reached to clasp the hand that’s gripping your hip. “Oh, baby.”

His movements began to slow down, cock buried deep inside your cunt as he leaned downwards. You felt his chest against your back, teeth nibbling on your ear as his hands reached your breasts and gripped the flesh tightly in his palms, pinching and rolling your nipples. Gojo’s knees spread your legs just a little bit – he didn’t pull back or push himself any deeper, but had his thighs glued completely to the back of yours as he started to roll his hips, just to make sure the curve of his cock touched every inch of your insides as your walls clenched tightly around him.

“Please..” you quietly begged, his nose in your hair as he inhales your scent deeply. Gojo halts his movements, and his hands began to move to find a new territory to mark – one hand wrapped around your throat while the other slides down your stomach, his palm splayed across your naval as he pressed down onto the bulge that’s poking through you. “You feel that, peach? Do you feel me right here – right in your tummy?”

Your mouth hung open, eyes open like a deer in headlights as you sucked in a breath. You only managed to nod eagerly, screwing your eyes shut at the feeling of his cock nudging your cervix while his hand pressed down your tummy bulge. “Too deep, too much I–“ You whined, unable to formulate a coherent sentence. You felt his hand snake further down and reach your clit, two of his digits using your own slick for lubrication as he began to draw circles on your clitoris and hood, his fingertips grazing your labia in the process.

“No, no, no–“ you begged and attempted to break free from his hold before gasping once you felt Gojo’s fingers squeeze the sides of your throat, “Fuck, stay still for me.” He grunted, your clitoris wedged between his two fingers as he gave it a small pinch before resuming to his previous circular motions.

“Please move, please just–hmph!” your broken pleads were interrupted with a loud moan as you felt him suddenly pull back and push his cock in, his sudden animalistic thrusts catching you off guard. The hand around your throat moved towards your face, gripping your cheeks to face him as he pulled you into a sloppy kiss. Tongues dancing and teeth colliding in a desperate attempt to match the pace of his thrusts. A throaty moan elicited from Gojo against your lips as you clenched around him again.

With his fingers barely giving your sensitive clit a break, your long awaited orgasm started approaching like a crashing wave as you felt a familiar coil in your abdomen. “I’m gonna cum, m’gonna–“

“Cum. Cum all over my cock.” Gojo urged in jagged, irregular breaths. You felt your throat muscles burn as you cried out in pleasure. Your long awaited orgasm washed over you, making you curl your toes as you creamed all over his cock.

Gojo’s thrusts decreased, giving you a chance to slow down your heart. You looked over your bare shoulder blade, about to ask why he didn’t cum yet, only to shriek once you felt the arms around your waist lift you, pulling you down behind with you on top of him – your back against his chest, his cock still inside of you. The sudden change in positions knocked the air out of your lungs, and before you know it, his hands reached the back of your thighs, pulling it closer to your chest and spread your legs further. Your eyes frantically widening in realisation, “Sato–oh!”

He began to fuck you from below, feet planted to support his weight. His knees bent and hips lifted as he thrusted harder with every second, you watched his cock disappear into and out of your cunt, his muffled groans against your skin as he nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck. Your eyes began to water at the overstimulation, Gojo’s hands gripping the back of your thighs so hard you thought he was close to cutting off your blood circulation. “Ngnh, ‘Toru—!” You sobbed out, “Please!” your cries and wails fell on deaf ears. You weren’t exactly sure what you were begging for, whether for him to stop or to keep going – either way, you couldn’t get enough of him.

“One more – give me one more, peach.” Gojo grunted against your ear. Tears were streaming down your face at this point, your own hair strands sticking to the back of your neck with sweat. And then you felt it – fast stream jets of your juices involuntarily ejecting out of you right in front of your eyes as you squirted. The pornographic sounds of your squelching hole and skin slapping only made your chest hot at the lewdness of your state. “That’s it.” Gojo encouraged, “That’s my good girl.”

“Satoru,” You panted quietly, the pace of his thrusts remained unchanged as you felt him twitch inside of you. “Cum inside me, please.” your begging made his grip around you tighten, “Need to feel it, need you to fill me up.”

“Fuck, don’t say that.” He breathed out, almost pleadingly. Moans of curses and your own name spilled from his beautiful lips and reached your ears as you felt spurts of his own hot cum fill you up to the brim, strings of his own semen escaping your hole and reaching your ass as it trickled down your thighs. Both of your mouths hung upon at the sensation that washed over your sweaty bodies.

Gojo released his grip on your knees, before reaching your face and tilting your head for a few pecks on your lips. Your chests heaving almost rhythmically as you panted tiredly against each other’s lips. He lifted you off his chest to slip his cock out, and just as expected, his own milky cum began to leak out of your hole. Laying you back on the couch as he slipped out from underneath you, you heard his footsteps trail away from you and into the kitchen, your ears barely registering the sound of him rummaging through your drawers as you felt your eyes begging you for a deep slumber.

Just as promised – he had in fact, fucked you until you cried.

Your eyes shot up at the sudden feeling of wetness on your inner thighs, seeing Gojo dressed back in his sweatpants with damp paper towels in his hand as he wiped you clean. His eyes met yours – giving you a small smile before focusing back on the task at hand. You licked your already swollen lips, too tired to notice that the shirt you’re about to grab from the floor and wear was actually Gojo’s – who’ve just finished cleaning you up before dumping the sticky tissues into a nearby bin.

You sat up on the edge of the couch, your feet planted on the carpet. Your mouth was dry and your legs were aching from how far and long he’s been spreading you open. You only gave Gojo a questionable look as you watched him grab your panties off the floor and shove it into his pocket. “A souvenir.” He comically answered your unspoken question with a grin. He then grabbed the two water bottles he previously placed on your coffee table, passing you one as you eagerly accepted it, the both of you taking large gulps to quench you thirst.

“So,” You heard him speak amusingly, but you were too busy making sure you swallow every last drop of water to wash up your dry throat. You looked back at him once you finished, exhaling in content. And although his body was covered in a layer of sweat and his hair was messily stuck to his forehead – he had that mischievous glint in his eyes, his lips curved up into a smirk, your living room light adorning his toned chest and figure as he stood in front of you. The rumours were true after all, he was an Adonis that sprung amongst the sea of men.

“Still think it’s a bad idea?”

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Date Night: Part Three (Yandere ErasermicxReader)

Request: I just wanted to say that I love you Date Night Fics a lot! Will there be a part 3 of it? 😊😆😆❤️

Part One Part Two

           Night was falling quickly that evening, and most houses were blended easily into the darkness, their occupants out for a Valentine’s Day celebration. One house though, isolated and outside of the city proper, was alive with light and sound. Inside, two men worked diligently in the kitchen, the whole home filling with the tempting aroma of the dishes they were making.

           “Alright,” said Aizawa, “the chocolate-covered strawberries are in the freezer. What can I help you with?”

           “Well, the lamb still needs a little bit longer in the oven, you want to start putting the broccoli and rice into the dishes?” Hizashi answered as he peered into the oven.

           “Sure thing. Do you know if she’s left work yet?”

“Um, let me check,” Hizashi said, scrolling through his phone for the answer. “The tracker says she’s still at work, but she’s probably going to leave soon. And when she does, we’ll only have like twenty-five minutes before she gets home.”

“We can make it,” Aizawa said with a determined nod.

The next few minutes were pleasantly quiet as the sound of clattering dishes resounded throughout the kitchen, Aizawa moving the steaming sides to their bowls and covering them to ensure that they would still be warm by the time you came back home. He set them down gently on his and Hizashi’s round dining room table, being certain to make sure that they weren’t blocking the vase of pink magnolias and crimson roses that he and his boyfriend had so carefully chosen. The roses had been Aizawa’s idea, as he wanted a flower that would properly set the mood for this holiday dinner, and he found their deep, vibrant color a fitting representation of his feelings. Hizashi, by contrast, had chosen the magnolias, wanting to add something utterly unique and beautiful to match you. And together, he and Aizawa thought, the effect was breathtaking.

           When Aizawa reentered the kitchen, he saw Hizashi with his face practically pressed flat against the oven door. Smiling in amusement, Aizawa silently slunk up behind him, then suddenly darting forward to place a kiss on Hizashi’s neck. The blond jumped slightly at the unexpected touch, having been concentrating too hard to even hear his boyfriend’s approach, but soon melted in his arms.

           “You know,” Aizawa chuckled, “it’s not going to cook any faster if you stare at it.”

           “I know that. I just don’t want it to dry out, so I’m keeping an eye on it.”

           “I’m sure it’s going to be perfect,” Aizawa reassured him. At that, Hizashi turned to him, his eyes wide and anxious.

           “But what if it’s not?” Hizashi asked nervously. “What if we’ve done something wrong? What if she says no?” At the mere mention of that possibility, Aizawa’s stomach clenched and then spiraled downward, all the way down and past the kitchen floor. And even though Hizashi had already had the thought, actually saying it out loud had fishhooks piercing his heart and dragging it up to his throat. Seeing each other like that had both men squeezing the other tightly, just breathing for a moment until Aizawa finally spoke.

           “That’s not going to happen. We saved her. We’ve taken care of her for weeks now, protected her from Dabi and anyone else who would try to hurt her. We’ve shown her the love she really deserves. She can’t say no.”

           Hizashi sighed and gave a nervous grin.

           “You’re right, you’re always right, babe,” he said with a shaky nod. “I mean, really she’s already our sweetheart. We’re just making it official tonight.”

           It was true, both men thought to themselves. You were already theirs, they just needed to tell you that. So later that night, when the three of were finally sitting down to dinner, Aizawa and Hizashi forgot their worries in their lovesick excitement.

           “So how was work today?” Aizawa asked as he scooped some more rice onto your plate.

           “Oh, it was fine, just average,” you said with a tired smile.

           “I still can’t believe that they made you work on Valentine’s Day,” Hizashi muttered.

           “Well,” you laughed, “it’s not exactly a national holiday. And it’s not like I have a Valentine anyway.” At that, Aizawa flashed a stern look at his lover, warning him not to correct you just yet.

           “You haven’t seen any sign of Dabi, have you?” Aizawa asked, noting the way your eyes dimmed at your question. Now, he understood that everything that had happened was traumatic for you, but really, you should be glad that they had gotten that villain out of your life for you.

           “No, thankfully not,” you answered. “I don’t know if he actually cares enough about me to risk it.”

           “Well,” Aizawa said, “I’m glad he’s not mixing you up in his shit. You deserve so much better than that.” Hizashi nodded in agreement, and your cheeks heated at their concern. Really, these past few weeks had been so emotionally exhausting, you didn’t think you could have gotten through it without the two of them. They had opened up their home to you, had made you feel safe. They practically doted on you, providing everything that you could ever possibly want or need. And now—now they were even letting you intrude on their Valentine’s Day date. You hadn’t wanted to force yourself into their celebration, but they had insisted. In all honesty, Aizawa and Hizashi were probably the best friends you ever had.

           “Speaking of that though, I was thinking it’s about time for me to go home.”

           For a moment, Hizashi and Aizawa could only stare at you with disbelieving eyes.

           “What?” Hizashi finally responded with pure shock. “Why?”

           “It’s just that, well, it’s been weeks now. I haven’t seen the slightest sign of Dabi, and neither have either of you. I don’t think he’s going to try to contact me. And anyway, I feel bad about intruding into your home.”

           “You are not intruding!” Hizashi insisted as Aizawa took his hand.

           “Besides,” Aizawa added. “Dabi might just be waiting for you to leave.”

           “But—”

           “And we’d miss you!” Hizashi shouted over you.

           “I’d miss you guys too, but it’s not like we can’t see each other,” you reasoned. “We’d still be friends, right?”

           When you said that word—friend—Aizawa and Hizashi simultaneously squeezed each other’s hands tightly enough to make them go numb. Flashing a quick look towards each other, they made a silent lovers’ agreement.

           “But that’s the thing, sweetheart,” Aizawa started to say. “We don’t want to be your friends.”

           “What?”

           “We don’t want to be your friends,” Hizashi continued. “We want to be more than that with you. We love you.”

           Now it was your turn to be silent as their confession looped around and around in your mind. But with the two of them gazing at you so hopefully, it wasn’t long before you forced yourself to speak.

           “I—I’m sorry,” you began softly. “But I just can’t feel that way about anybody right now. What happened with Dabi, it—it really got to me, you saw how much it hurt me.”

           “We would never hurt you though,” Aizawa told you.

           “But I’m just not ready to be that vulnerable yet.”

           “Sure you are,” Aizawa said. “You have two men here who love you, who love you more than anyone else ever has. That’s all you need to be ready.”

           “I decide when I’m ready.”

           “Songbird, you’re just confused,” Hizashi said as Aizawa quietly slipped into the kitchen. “We know that this is a lot to take in, but taking this next step together is what’s right for all of us. We need to love you, and you need to let us.”

           “You’re not—”

           “Shouta and I can take care of you, we want to take care of you! You’ll never have to worry about anything again with us: not work, not bills, not villains, not anything! You would finally have the love that you deserve.”

           “I already said no,” you told as you began to stand from your chair. “I’m not going to say it again.”

           “And where are you going?” Aizawa suddenly asked from the dining room doorway.

           “I’m going to go back to my apartment and give you two a chance to cool down. Neither of you is making any sense.”

           “Really? Because you’re the one rejecting your soulmates.”

           “The two of you are not my soulmates.”

           “Of course we are,” Hizashi argued, tears beginning to fill his eyes at your stubbornness. When Aizawa spotted his boyfriend’s tears he frowned, extracting a syringe from his pocket and started to move towards you slowly and cautiously, the way one might with a spooked animal. As soon as you saw what he held in his hand, you tried to run for the door, only for Hizashi to immediately capture you in his arms. You writhed in his grip while Aizawa continued to approach you, and Hizashi nuzzled you comfortingly.

           “It’s alright, sweetheart,” Aizawa reassured you. “You’re just tired, you’re exhausted from work so you aren’t in your right mind.”

           “I told you that job was bad for you,” Hizashi grumbled into your neck.

           “Let me go!” you yelled. “Let me go or I swear—”

           “Ah, ah, songbird,” Hizashi lectured you as he held his hand over your mouth. “That’s no way to treat your lovers.”

           “Exactly,” Aizawa agreed. “So you’re going to have a little rest, and then hopefully in the morning you’ll realize just how foolishly you’ve been acting.”

           With that, Aizawa plunged the needle into your skin, both he and Hizashi ignoring your muffled pleas. The effects didn’t hit immediately, but soon enough you were melting into your captors’ arms, their touch the last thing you felt.

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Made For Each Other [Part 1]

~4500 words (I may have gone a little overboard I just really love poly erasermic)

Yandere erasermic x reader / soulmate au 

| NSFW warnings: noncon, threesome, vague threats of violence

I’m gonna be putting this into parts (I’m thinking around 3?)

The first few weeks had been especially bad. Waking up with a chain connecting you to the floor in a bed that wasn’t yours in clothes that weren’t yours had been terrifying. You’d been scared of your captor, Shota Aizawa, to the point of tears at first, but now you were sitting on a barstool in his kitchen watching him make dinner.

“Hizashi is coming back tomorrow. You’ll have to get used to him being around, too,” he said, capturing your attention away from the book he’d given you, “He’s loud and excited to see you, but I’ll try to keep him calm.” You nodded when he looked at you, turning back to adjust something on the stove. You weren’t allowed all the way in the kitchen yet, but he said if you behaved you’d be able to soon.

“Wait, Present Mic? Why is he coming here?” You asked when he didn’t elaborate.

“He’s my husband,” he answered flatly. You furrowed your brow, but didn’t question it out of politeness. You nearly laughed at yourself aloud, worrying about being polite to someone who literally kidnapped you.

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Omg on that anons ask about Zashi walking in on reader n Shou WOOOOF. I would be like yeah you can stay and watch .... but no touchy. Omg I get off on that sm. Let him see Daddyzawa in action 🥵

Exhibitionist Aizawa and Reader x Hizashi? 

FUUUUUUUUUUCK YOU ANON LDASJFL;J 

Warnings: Exhibitionism, shy (lol) reader. 

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“Oh, shi- SORRY!” Hizashi’s horror and embarrassment were beyond measure as he stumbled in the doorway. It took him a moment to fully register the scene before him; just a blur of skin and hair and twisting sheets. 

Shouta’s lithe, flushed body rocked skillfully against your own, muffled moans escaping you with every roll of his hips. His hand may have kept you quiet, but that didn't’ stop your nails from scratching deep marks along his muscled flesh.

Shouta chuckled, unphased by his roommate’s interruption. With a devious grin, he examined you, expression practically dripping with satisfaction and arrogance.

“Happy now?”

Heat blossomed across your cheeks, but you confirmed with a quick nod before shielding your face from view. He kissed your forehead tenderly before confronting the ‘intruder.’

Deer in the headlights didn’t quite capture poor Hizashi’s expression. The hero stood in the doorway, dumbstruck, eyes wide and jaw slack as panicked squeaks escaped him.

“Exhibitionist.” Shouta shrugged, offering nothing more in the way of explanation.

Hizashi let out the breath he’d been holding as he collapsed against the doorframe, “Oooooh! Oh, thank God.” 

After a beat, a playful smirk split his face and his attention turned to you. “You want me to watch, sweet thing? I’d pay any price to see that show-”

You whined, rolling your head off to the side and squealing into Shouta’s bicep. Giddiness and excitement had you squirming, but strong arms caged you in, keeping you safe and captive as you worked through your bashful mumbling. 

“Ohoho, you do.” Shouta purred, bringing up a hand to move yours away. “Is that what you want, baby girl? You want him to watch?” 

It didn’t take much thought. You muttered a quiet ‘yes,’ earning you a breathy chuckle. He found it cute how you could be so shy and slutty at the same time.

“That’s fucking sexy.” he determined, looking to Hizashi with brow cocked, “Alright, watch and learn, but keep your mouth shut.”

“Oh please, I’m nothing if not a gentleman.” Hizashi pulled out the chair previously tucked beneath Shouta’s desk, spinning it to rest his arms on the back as he sat. “Show me what you got.”

His voice dropped a spine-tingling octave and you shivered as he added, “And you, little listener...” You peeked through your hands to see him, in all his rockstar glory, peering at you with those entrancing emerald eyes, “be nice and loud for me.” 

hi!! can i request a platonic yandere erasermic with a student reader??

Platonic Yandere! Erasermic:

Thanks for requesting! I love yandere Erasermic so much 😤😤 👊

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Platonic Yandere! Erasermic:

The BEST platonic yandere couple to have!

You're a student at UA, part of class 1A. You're Aizawa's favourite student. You're just so polite and so sweet. Always so eager to learn and try out new things. And even the class would notice his special treatment of you. "You forgot to do your homework? Hmm, alright you can submit it to me tomorrow. Denki you forgot to bring your homework? Go run 5 laps right now."

Hizashi would often hear about you from his husband. You sounded like a good kid. But he really became interested you when you came looking for Aizawa in the staff room, but you found him instead. Hizashi started talking to you, really just rambling about the most random things. He was expecting you to just leave and go look for Aizawa, but he was pleasantly surprised when you started talking to him too, easily carrying the conversation. Your eyes would light up when you were talking to him. And since then, you would always give him your complete, undivided attention whenever you guys spoke, no matter what the topic was. You'd sometimes be rambling, and then suddenly forget what you were talking about. It was just so cute!

Gradually, these two would become obsessed with their favourite student. They'd also become very protective of you. When it was time to choose an internship, Aizawa rejected all offers from different agencies on your behalf, lying to you that you didn't get any offers. And then you'd become so sad, near tears and then Aizawa would offer to train you himself, that he sees potential in you. Of course you'd accept, you'd get to train with Eraserhead, a rare opportunity!

When you'd be training with Aizawa, he'd go easy on you, but he'd still give you great tips on how to improve yourself and control your quirk. You still haven't been able to beat him once though. Since you'd be around Aizawa a lot, you'd also meet his partner, Hizashi, often. And since you would accompany Aizawa on his late night patrols, you'd have dinner (made by Hizashi, who's more than happy to cook for you) with them at their place a lot, and it always ended up with them offering you stay the night, and you sometimes did.

Their obsession love would continue to grow the more you spent time with them. And then one night, the couple would be discussing about expanding their family, and then they both knew it, right then and there. Its you. You'd be the perfect addition to their family, the perfect child! You're so kind, soft spoken. Outgoing yet shy and reserved when meeting new people. But you're just so naive, too innocent for your own good. And they've both seen the ugliness of the world, the worst in the people. They cannot afford to just stand by idly and risk you getting tainted by this filth.

It was decided that night that you had to become a part of their family. They'll make your parents disappear, they have both the money and the skills to do it. Maybe they'll say that your family was taken or killed by some villians, or better yet, they were caught doing something illegal. But don't worry, you can stay with them for as long as you want. When you try to refuse, that you can stay with a relative, they'll tell you that it's for your own safety. They don't want the villians to complete their unfinished business. Plus, they are more than capable of taking care you, and since you didn't want to risk another family member's life, you agreed.

You'll be having the best time of your life. They'll spoil the hell out of you, Hizashi especially. Aizawa does too, but he's just more protective of you.

Hizashi is a great cook! He'd learn to make your favourite dish too. And if you like something from a restaurant, he'll take it as a challenge and try to replicate the dish, or make a better one! At school, all 3 of you would sometimes have lunch together, you always bringing Aizawa's lunchbox along too, since he often forgets it. If you try to cook a dish for them, they'll treat it like its a Michelin star dish!

Aizawa would be the more protective one, always the harder one to convince to let you go out with your friends, especially at night. Hizashi would always convince him in the end, they're gonna follow you anyways so why stop you? Aizawa's a bit possessive too. He doesn't like it when you talk about other pro heroes, you're his little girl, you should be looking upto him. He won't say anything about it though.

Hizashi would love to just talk to you; you guys would often gossip. Oh and you always go to him for any fashion advice. Since he also has long hair that he styles up a lot, he can do your hair too! Just show him a picture of what you want, and he'll style hair exactly like it. Aizawa likes to do your hair too sometimes, but he only knows how to put it in a simple braid.

They're will be a lot fun activities for you to do with them. You can be having karaoke nights with Hizashi, Aizawa watching you guys with just pure adoration in hie eyes. You can play video games with Aizawa, which he is scary good at, especially at Among us. Family game nights are a must!

If you have any other hobbies or passions, you'll have 2 dads, cheering for you. They'll get you the best supplies available. If you win an award, any award, no matter how small, they'll tell you how proud they are and put your achievements either on the fridge or somewhere where everyone can see it.

Of the two, Aizawa would be the to quickly pick up on your mood. He knows when you're lying, when you're sad, or when you've just had a bad day at school. Hizashi would notice too, but it would be Aizawa who would know if you needed some space or if you needed to talk it out; they've always it clear to you that the latter option is always open.

Once they find out whats the reason you're feeling so down, they'll comfort you. You guys would often cuddle on the sofa as a funny movie played on the TV. Once you've gone to bed, they go and eliminate the cause of distress. Oh did you fail a test? Its okay, they'll tutor you personally. Oh did your favourite character die? Cry it out sweetie and let's go buy some of the character's merchandise . Oh did someone confess their feelings to you and you don't know what to do? Don't worry, he's taken care of.

Dating isn't an option. They'll be quick to reject him/her, listing reasons to you exactly why they're not good for you. Of course, nobody deserves their baby. But if you do go against their wishes, and still get an s/o in secret, they'll find about it. If they're thinking about how to separate you guys, and you walk in all heartbroken because your s/o broke up with you, with no persuasion from the couple; on the inside they'll be both glad and mad. Hizashi will be comforting you, cooing sweet nothings in your ear, while Aizawa would be standing with a "I warned you" look on his face at first but then he sees your red, teary face, your lips wobbling, your eyes full of pools of tears, and immediately his stern exterior would melt and he'll gather you in his arms and let you cry into his chest, while his mind will go to "MURDER". You're their sweet girl, their precious little baby. How dare someone play with your feelings like that. Your ex better sleep with one eye open.

If you do somehow find about what really happened to your parents, and you try to run away from them, not only will they have you back in their arms within the hour, they'll take you somewhere countryside. Its always been noisy in the city anyway. They'll try to explain to you, that they really just did all of this to protect you and that it should show how much they love you and care about you. No physical punishment will ever meet you. No, they can't bear the thought of hurting you! They'll use manipulation to control you, and they are master manipulators. They do so much for you, aren't they enough?

Just be happy they still allow you to roam around the countryside, and not had you locked up in your room. School would be off the table for a while, as will any connection to your friends. Its about time they all had a family vacation anyway.

I'd let Erasermic adopt me in a heartbeat, ngl. 👊 Anyways, hope you guys enjoyed this! Requests are OPEN. :)