I Spend Hours Daydreaming About Fictional Things In Bed So I Can Have The Energy To Get Up And Daydream

➥ 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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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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men who look so clean in suits but who will fuck you to filth

Mr. Compress: Oh, fiddlesticks! That really ruffles my feathers!

Shigaraki: Please, just say fuck.

lucifer and satan competing to give mc the most pleasure? don’t worry if you don’t want to write it! 💖

This got SUPER long bur hey at least it has a plot?

Warning: NSFW, threesome

Dance of Flirtation (LUCIFER X F!READER X SATAN)

You're no stranger to the Lucifer-Satan feud, though you tried to stay out of it. 

Over the year of seeing and being around the two, you became especially close with Satan, staying mostly away from Lucifer due to his intimidating nature. 

On this trip to the castle, your purpose is to attend one of Diavolo's almost monthly balls and though you had nothing against the Devil himself and knew most of the brothers very well, it was a hassle attending balls with an angry jokester, aka Satan, who kept you from any potential dance partners while he has the time of his life with God knows how many other people because he just happens to be *that* popular. Very hypocritical, Satan, very hypocritical. 

You loved him nonetheless though and let him drag you along. 

Of course, you can't show up with Satan and not look stunning. As soon as your feet crossed over the entrance, all eyes were on you. Your red dress was freely flowing around you, your white mask accommodating your facial features, make up, and hairstyle. Speaking of, your hair was elegantly put together in a low braided bun, accessorized with diamonds and just the right amount of rubies to match the dress. Your white gloved hand was holding onto Satan's arm, which he so kindly offered. He, too, was dressed elegantly. His black suit was decorated with emeralds across the chest area, his deep green ball mask and wild hair making him an easy eye catcher for anyone. 

As soon as you've greeted the guests closest to the door, a waltz started to play and Satan, being the dancer that he tries to hide from everyone, took the opportunity to steal your first dance. He'd always do this. Steal your firsts, that is. He was your first hug, your first kiss, your first time… your first everything. And you regret nothing. 

The song picked up, making you circle your partner and laughing at his smug face. It was a dance of flirtation, or so the blond called it. Waltz's were to impress his lady, to woo her, to make her his. And thus, with a spin, you changed partners. 

To your surprise, you found yourself being spun into the open arms of none other than Lucifer, a very well known strategist, a duellist, and so called “Prince of Darkness”. You have to yet actually converse with the man outside of chores and formalities, but he was quite the eye catcher, though not easily approachable. You remember Satan warning you of him, saying, “he's unpredictable, fast, skilled. Just stay away from him, or do you want to be fooled?” The smirk that followed was ignored for obvious reasons and so was the shiver sent down your spine. 

But now you were in his arms. The musicians changed the song a few moments ago, their skilled fingers slowing from a fast waltz to an apathetic melody that lovingly caressed your ears and set your soul at ease. Yet, the strong voice of Lucifer brought you back, “ I see you every day, yet it seems like you avoid me on purpose. Tell me, why?” 

Looking up into his fiery red eyes, you let yourself be spun around by him, before being brought back into his firm figure, the steady hand on the small of your back making it clear he wasn't going to let you go after this song. “I'm… I'm not avoiding you… just.. You're kind of scary, Lucifer.” You finally responded, deciding that it was best to tell the truth, toward the man in front of you. However, the smug grin that graced his face as soon as his name left your lips was very well noted and made you feel smaller than you actually were. “oh? So you know of me. Reputations can be deceiving, (Y/N). You'd be surprised what you can find out about me.”

“I know of you, exactly, and that's enough to keep me away.” you spat back, a smirk gracing your face this time. 

Lucifer did anything but back down now. You threw a challenge at him and he's starting to take a liking to you. Not only were you stunning to look at, but you also did not bore him to death, and so far, he liked that. “I see you learned your things from none other than Satan. Yet I hope he does not influence your thinking too much. I'd hate for you to believe his lies and ruin you.”

At that, he dipped you and the song again changed, a melody you did not recognize and therefore did not know where to put your feet. Lucifer seemed to notice and seemingly, without effort, danced with you across the dance floor; for some odd comprehension, you let him. Trusting him in that moment, trusting his hands for guidance, and body for protection. You dared look up at him and for the first time that night, noticed his strong features. His strong jaw, his hair which rested elegantly around his face, much like Satan's.

The determination and hint of humor in his eyes, the furrow in his brow, and the soft smile playing on his lips. You took notice of the strong arm that was wrapped around your waist, the warm hand pressing against your lower back while the other one was intertwined with yours. The way your feet seemed to move effortlessly with his, the perfect pair the two of your made. 

He, too, took note of you. The way your hair gently fell around your face, the style sharpening your face. The look of pure adoration, yet confidence in your eyes. Your body felt so nice pressed against his and it was amazing to know you trusted him enough to just move you, no clear destination; just gliding across the ballroom. 

All of this, however, did not go unnoticed. The guests started to clear the dance floor to make room for the two of you. Lord Diavolo and Barbatos were whispering to each other from the first floor, saying “he never dances this much with the same person” and “has he just smiled?”, Both of them being completely stunned at what their friend is doing, so out of character. 

But Lord Diavolo and Barbatos are not the only ones to notice. Satan, too, has been watching the pair and he cannot help but feel a ping of jealousy when he sees the way Lucifer dances away with his partner. After all, he has come here with you, it is his arms you should reside in, he got the first dance, naturally, he had his eyes on you first, swearing he'd woo you before the end of the night.

Oh and he was doing so good. His jokes, his smile, his feather light touches on your soft skin luring you in deeper and deeper into his web of mischief, weren't it for that ratcatcher dancing with you now, he would have had you pressed up against him fully nude hours ago. Of course, the fact that his nemesis was dancing with the apple of his eye was nothing to hold him back and after downing his glass of wine, he wasted no minute to strut over to the pair.

Ironically, the music has just ended on a, in his opinion way too long, fermata, and allowed him to interrupt without causing too much of a scene. Yet. 

“My my Lucifer. Is this how you treat another man's mistress? Stealing? And here I thought you were a man of honor!” Satan dramatified, with a smile, and lazily wrapped his arms around your waist, just above where Lucifer's was still placed. The first born shot a death indulcing glance at the fourth born, warning him to not start anything at Diavolo's party. “Satan… whatever you talk of again. Last I knew, she has yet to be courted and if she so chooses to be, I doubt it would be with the likes of you.” Lucifer fired back, the annoyance evident in his tone. 

Satan laughed, too loud to be ignored by anyone around, “Lucifer..Lucifer…” he spoke, his other hand to creep up Lucifer's chest. The eldest did not appreciate the physical interaction shared between him and his brother. At all. And swiftly brushed his hand away with a smack. Again, Satan laughed as his eyes settled on him with a grin, swallowing his anger and covering it up with a playful tone “if anything, she had her eyes on me first.” It was true. You found Satan quite attractive. He was handsome, the Wild hair seemed to compliment his whole body, and the green eyes just accentuated his witty nature. His laugh was ridiculously contagious and his jokes, no matter how ridiculous, made your stomach hurt in the most wonderful ways. Even his anger was attractive. The gentle caresses shared between the two of you ever since your arrival in the Devildom were that of a hint of undenying physical attraction and you knew you had it bad, just as he knew he had you wrapped around his finger. But then you were, quite literally, spun into the arms of another man who's way too attractive for his own good. The mysterious, almost protective aura around him pulled you closer, emotionally, and it was no secret that charisma and charm were attracting you physically. 

“pause with your nonsense, Satan. Empty promises are not what this girl needs in her life.” The demon was obviously getting agitated by the blond's bizarre behavior and weren't it for the fact that this was Diavolo's party, he wouldve shut him up long ago. 

“Then why not let the girl decide?” The blind smirked, withdrawing his arm from around your waist only to cross it over his chest. His smirk remained as his head cocked to the side to look at you. “Well?”

Being thrown completely off guard, you  let your hands fall from Lucifer and thought for a moment. Either you stay on the spot and have the most embarrassing meltdown of your  life at Diavolo's party surrounded by people you hardly know, or you turn  on your heel right now and walk some other way. “No… you cannot just put me on the spot like that!” You decided on option two and politely bowed to the eldest and your best friend, “I thank you for the dances, Satan, Lucifer, but I'm not going to be in the middle of this.” you spoke, before turning on your heel and walking some unknown way, away from the main party. Granted, that wasn't the smartest idea. You had no idea about the lay out of the Castle and ended up in a seemingly random hallway, somewhere close yet far enough away from the main event. 

Leaning against the all, you let out a breath you didn't know you held. How could they put you on the spot like that? Even more so, how could two enticing young men be fighting for your attention at once? It was too much. You were used to some attention,but you weren't used to one of them coming up and indirectly challenging the other. 

Your thoughts were interrupted by none other than the blond's leaning against the wall merely inches from your being, “or I could just show you who you should leave with, (Y/N). “ You didn't need to look at him to recognize his teasing, but you looked up at him nonetheless. A sudden surge of confidence came back through you and you stood tall, proud, in front of the man, looking directly into his eyes. “and how are you planning on doing so, Satan?” You challenged. This made his smirk only grow wider as he pushed off the wall and nearly closed the space between your bodies. “well,” he spoke, raising his hands to get rid of the bothersome mask still covering his eyes, “I could always do this.” For a moment, you seemed to question what he meant but the look of utter confusion left you as soon as you felt his soft lips on yours and a gentle hand caressing your cheek. Your eyes fluttered close and you could not help but lean into him, one of your hands making its way up his chest and softly gripping the material of his ball outfit. A second hand pulled you flush against him, bodies touching, and you could feel the heat of his form on yours. 

You did not know when, but the next thing you knew were your tongues dancing a waltz of their own, hand still firm on your back to keep you against him, to keep you close as possible. It felt magical, it felt good, it felt right. You could tell by the way his tongue danced with yours that he was more than experienced and more than capable of making all your desires come true.

However, the fairytale moment lasted not too long, for another hand grabbed your shoulder from behind and you were pulled abruptly against a strong chest. Again, there was a hand sneaking around your waist to hold you in place. Judging by the outfit, or more so what you could view of it, you knew it to be Lucifer, the Prince of Darkness, coming to catch his prey. “Getting ahead of yourself, are you, Satan?” The man growled. It was low, and way too close to your ear to not do something to your body. 

You turned in his embrace to look at the other man and he simply smirked down at you, “my turn, love.” Was all he said before you found his lips on yours. The kiss was hard and full of passion, unlike Satan's which had been strong but playful. 

It was clear that Lucifer wasted no time in taking control of the situation, taking control of all yourself, holding you firm in place, telling your lips secrets which only the two of you would know. That was, at least, until you felt your hair being pushed away from your neck and soft kisses being plastered around your neck line. Soft kisses that send shivers down your spine and added with the soft touches of the younger man's hands, made your knees weak. 

Leaning back against Satan's figure, you broke the kiss with Lucifer to turn your head and capture Satan's lips in a heat enticing kiss, something that Lucifer took note of as he, surprisingly gently, Led the two into a nearby guest room. 

Before you knew it, you were laid on a bed, with two rather ravishing young men on either side of you. Satan, in the meantime had left your lips and took time to decorate your shoulders and chest with love bites. Your hand Tangled in his hair, creating an even wilder mess than twas before, all the while Lucifer had you pinned beneath him, introducing another battle of tongues with yours. As your hands found both of the men's chests, Satan released his mouth from your soft skin with a final kiss, only to unbutton and remove his top. You broke the kiss with Lucifer once more to turn your head and look at the blond.

His lips were swollen from the earlier make-out, his hair was even messier than usual thanks to your hand that ever so gently caressed and tugged through it, the shirt that once adorned his body was thrown carelessly somewhere in the room. Your sight travelled further south where the dent of his half hardened cock could be seen through his pants. Unknowingly licking your lips at the sight in front of you, you sat up to undo the silk laces of your dress in the back, only to find the older older already working on it, “trust me, dear, I found it just as annoying as you,” you could feel his hot breath on your neck, all the while skilled fingers fondled through the the lace of your dress and had undone it in no time.

You turned your head once more to catch Lucifer's face with the palm of your hand, admiring him from top to bottom. He, too, took his dress shirt off and was now kneeling in front of you half naked. You could not decide which man was more attractive; the raven haired gently caressing your breast and working on your undergarments as your hands fondled with the front of his pants, or the blonde, who had found the time to throw off the rest of his clothes and was now sitting in between your legs in all his naked glory all the while his soft lips left a trail of pecks up your thighs. 

Lust overcame you and you quickly undid the rest of the fiery eldest's clothes and threw them on the growing pile. The surprise of his size was even bigger now that you saw it in its full glory, his cock standing proudly against his lower  stomach. Lucifer smirked and captured your lips in another heated kiss, nippling and biting your bottom lip which caused a surprise gasp from you. The sudden flick of a tongue on your most private area made you all but moan into Lucifer's mouth, sending a signal straight to his lower region. Satan lowly moaned, loving the noises you made for him. He was determined to make you squirm. 

The demon's tongue found your wet folds and took a long lick up until reaching your clit. Pressing a kiss to the pink bud, he all but wrapped his mouth around it and sucked gently, earning a loud moan from you and your head being thrown back on the pillow. “Tell me, who makes you feel good, kitten?" You could hear the mockery in Satan's voice, but you did not care. 

Your hand found Lucifer's proud erection and gripped it tightly, earning a growl from him. “You… Satan..” you breathed out, loving the feeling of his tongue drawing patterns on your damp heat. Your hand skillfully followed Satan's tongue's rhythm, earning heavy breathing from Lucifer. The work your hand was doing on him felt better than what he had done to himself. The firm grip, the long strokes, it was thoroughly enticing. Although, if you're going to talk so good of the other, he needs to shove it down your throat to shut you up.

Satan could feel the need to have his cock touched, sucked, wrapped up, something. Friction. He needed friction. As much as he loved making you feel good with his tongue, he needed more. 

Adding a finger between your wet folds and into your dripping hole, he adored the sight he got. Your back arched into his finger, making it known that you needed it as much as he needed you. 

Your sexual desire was starting to overcome you and the need for dick became almost unbearable. 

Leaning closer the eldest, you grabbed his dick even tighter, pumping him faster as you placed a kiss to the tip of his erection. Lucifer's eyes shot down to you. His hand got tangled in your hair and gently pushed your head closer to his throbbing cock “suck.” It wasn't a question, it was a demand, which you happily obliged. Your mouth wrapped around his shaft, tongue swirling around his top. 

Lucifer's groans mixed with yours went straight to Satan's cock and made it unbearable to be anywhere but inside you. With a kiss to your inner thigh, he withdrew from your heat and slid up, placing kisses along your body as he did so until the head of his dick matched with the entrance to your heat. “I'll make you feel so good you know nothing but my name” was the last promise he whispered into your ear before pushing himself inside of you. 

You moaned around Lucifer's cock, sending shivers down both men's backs and signals to both their aching erections. Bucking his hips, Lucifer started to push your mouth further on him, no longer being able to handle the teasing on just his head, “just like that… little one.” He moaned out when you had all of him in you, surprisingly. His hand ended caressing your hair, encouraging you to keep doing what you're doing to him. 

Satan was getting lost inside of you. His thrusts started out slow and steady, but the louder you moaned, the faster he went. His dick was aching for him to pick up the pace, to fuck you into the mattress all the while watching Lucifer's cum roll out of your mouth and he, again, was determined to get there. 

“H-harder… Satan..!” You moaned out, pulling away from Lucifer's cock for a moment to get out your plea. But he just growled and pushed you back on it. Your tongue ran up Lucifer's shaft and teased his head once more, licking the precum from it before taking him all in your mouth again. The man shuddered, being overwhelmed by the pleasure just your tongue gave him. “(Y/N)…” was all the man could groan out before gripping your hair once more and taking control by fucking your mouth. 

Satan watched him and he threw his head back in a laugh, thrusting particularly hard and hitting just the right spot for you, sending you arching and all but grabbing onto Lucifer's cock with your mouth, a loud moan vibrating through his shaft which almost sent him over the edge. The blonde knew, of course, and hit that spot a few more times. Lucifer's hand found its way between your legs, rubbing your clit with his thumb, determined to make you orgasm, something he himself did shortly after another vibration was sent through his cock by you, thanks to his skillful fingers. Gripping your hair and pushing your head down on him, Lucifer came, hard, down your throat, fucking his ejaculation into your mouth until he knew he was empty and watched your lips pop off of him with a 'pop’. 

Satan watched the whole scene and his cock twitched in acknowledgement. Knowing he himself was close, he once again picked up his spit. Thrusts getting sloppy. Lucifer's thumb rubbing your clit furiously, he knew the both of you were close. “Cum for me” he ordered, his hair falling around his face as he captured your lips in another heated kiss. “S-Satan..!” Was all you could manage before you came, your walls clenching around his dick, and with a final hard thrust, he, too, came, throwing his head back and moaning out loud. 

Both men collapsed beside, Lucifer leaning back on the mattress and wrapping a protective arm around you while Satan pulled out and let himself fall on top of you. Laughing, the younger man lifted his head to look at his fellow mates, “why, that was unexpected. I hate to admit it but we both got what we want.” 

Lucifer grunted, almost laughing at the idea had it not been so satisfying, “I hate to say this, especially since it comes from you, but I agree.” 

You looked at the two men, still breathing heavy from the prior events. “I can honestly say, I have never had two men fight for my attention, but if this is the outcome, you two can fight for it anytime.” You laughed out, earning a chuckle from Satan, and getting an eye roll from Lucifer, who knew that this 'fight’ with Satan over your attention was far from over. 

“So what do you say, Prince of Darkness, round two? Of course, You can always watch me instead. Maybe you'll learn a thing or two” Satan said, smirking at the older man. Lucifer shot a glare at the man and propped himself up proudly “in your dreams, you foul rat. I had her first.” He growled out and moved closer to you. 

Satan accepted the challenge and captured your lips in another hypnotizing kiss. 

It didn't end after two rounds. 

It's been two weeks and they're still at it, fighting for your attention.

Though you don't mind. ;) 

Who Are You?

Theme(s): [Alice in Wonderland AU]: Caterpillar Aizawa

Pairing: Aizawa Shōta X Smol F!Reader

Rating: 18+

Warnings: Drug Use, Implied Non-Con/Dub-con, Dark Undertones

Word Count: 2,260

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the appeal of my breeding kink is purely the marking and possessive component of it. u lose me as soon as literal pregnancy is involved. like let me be a boston creme donut w/o the consequences pls i am begging. twinkie without the wrapper. good night.

hey it's my first time requesting so idk if this is the correct way to do it but...

could I request dazai with a darling that always tries to outsmart him (but fails)

Thanks for the request!

Warning for Violence (Blood, Attempts to kill/immobilize), Sexual Content (Boners)

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♡ It really only makes you more adorable in his eyes. There you are, grumbling in a corner, hatching your plans, while Dazai watches you with a grin on his face. He knows about the few items you snatched and hid in your pillowcase. Sometimes he ignores them on purpose, so it's a surprise to see what you're up to. But if he does catch a glance, he usually figures out your plans. Sometimes he slips in some bobby pins or the one thing you miss so your plan can work, just to make things more exciting for the both of you before waiting for you to act on it.

♡ Some plans involve merely escaping, Dazai always waiting for you to poke your head out of the chosen door or window, waving and congratulating you for your attempt before stuffing you back inside. The real fun only begins when you start getting physical. Knocking him out, spiking his tea with the meds he provided, and "accidentally" left out in the open. He pretends to be out cold while your hands roam through his pockets, finding nothing but dust and candy while you search for a key. It's something Dazai could get used to, having you explore him so thoroughly, but you always realize much too quickly he's awake, as he can't help his pants from straining against his crotch. When you look up at his face, staring into his wide-open eyes, all he says is, "Oopsie! You got me!"

♡ Getting stabbed is a little annoying, admittedly, but seeing you struggle to actually kill him is all the more exciting for him. You hate him, you want to escape, but you're not a born-and-raised murderer. It doesn't come easily to you to actually slit his throat, but damn, you're so sexy, straddling him, threatening his life with the butterknife he saw you swipe from the breakfast table. His hands roam your legs, hips bucking and making you gasp as you tell him to stop fucking moving. Still, his grin only grows unnervingly wide by the time he reaches your wrists, grabbing them and flipping you over. Before you know it, Dazai has you pinned under him, blood trickling from a shallow cut in his cheeks while he asks if you're ready to die with him, considering how easily you decided to kill him. It awakens the psycho in him, making you wish you wouldn't have acted on this dumb idea.

♡ Even Dazai understands how frustrating it is when nothing ever works, so he occasionally lets you 'win'. It's more of a reward for good behavior or when it's your 'anniversary' with him, but he pretends to mess up, letting you slip from his grasp, counting to ten before pursuing you. It has led to some wonderful chases around town and even through parks and forests, there being no better feeling than finally catching up to you, throwing you against a wall, and through breathless gasps, kissing you until you both almost pass out. Nothing could ever describe the feeling of lifting you up into his arms and carrying you back to his hideout, knowing you are his and can never escape him, no matter how much you try and cry in his arms. It's liberating to know nothing can take you from him, no plan, and no one else, and once the door closes behind your two, he'll get to have fun punishing you like you deserve.

Y'all ever think about how Gale has daddy issues?

Y'all ever think about how Gale is very close to his mother?

Y'all ever think about how Gale deeply admires and respects his mother?

Y'all ever think about how Gale and Tara only talk about his mother, and not his father?

Y'all ever think about how the way Gale's father is seemingly, purposefully, never specifically mentioned implies that he walked out on Gale and Morena when Gale was young?

Y'all ever think about how Elminster was a young Gale's replacement father figure? (Gale was 8)

Y'all ever think about how Elminster, hopefully unintentionally, primed Gale for Mystra's grooming/abuse?

Y'all ever think about how Elminster used to be Mystra's lover?

Y'all ever think about how Gale was also Mystra's lover?

Y'all ever think about the fact that Gale knows Elminster used to be Mystra's lover?

Y'all ever think about how it was Elminster who told Gale that their ex-lover, and their literal goddess, wanted him to kill himself?

Y'all ever think about how the way Elminster told Gale their ex wanted him to kill himself was the Faerun equivalent of a video call?

Y'all ever think about how Elminster couldn't even be assed to deliver the "request" to Gale in person? (He used a simuclarion? Idk how to spell it, basically a shadow clone)

Y'all ever think about how Gale has never had a stable, healthy, normal, loving, relationship with a father figure?

Y'all ever think about how deeply and intensely Gale feels his emotions and feelings?

Y'all ever think about how Gale says he thinks he'd make a horrible father?

Y'all ever think about why Gale thinks that he wouldn't be a good father?

Y'all ever speculate on how Gale's reluctance to see himself in a paternal role might have something to do with everything mentioned above?

Because I do.

If you're not to bombarded with requests could you do 41# from that quote prompt list with daddy aizawa 👉👈🥺 if you already have too many than just ignore this 💕 (also sorry if this is sent multiple times tumblr is being stupid)

No worries love! ❤️ And I'm sorry this is so short ahhh

41. “The only way you’re getting off is on my thigh.”

Warnings: Dub-con, bondage, edging, thigh riding

"Don't get too needy, kitten."

You whined, trying desperately to get out of the restraints he had you in. Your wrists were tied behind your back, the capture weapon wrapped around your arms and torso so you couldn't move your arms in any way. "Shouta please! I'm sorry! Please just untie me, I need it!"

He laughed softly as he watched you squirm around on the bed, rubbing your thighs together in a weak attempt to create any since of friction between your legs.

Your eyes never left the tired hero's form as he paced back and forth, shaking his head in mock dissapointment. "Finally had enough of being a little brat? What was it that you said to me? To stay away from you, that you don't want me ever touching you?"

You looked away from him, embarrassed as he threw your own words back at you. It was his fault, you tried to remind yourself. Anyone would break if they went through what he did to you. For hours he got you on the edge of an orgasm. Much to your dismay, he stopped right as you were at your peek.

Then he kept the process going until you unraveled, now a whiny, needy mess for him. It happened so many times it was starting to get painful.

Aizawa sat down and smiled as he picked you up, shifting you so you were straddling him. "Tell me what you want. And don't get shy with me."

"I want you!" You pouted as he stopped you from grinding into his erection, urging you to stay still while you talked to him. "I want you to fuck me, please! I need it!"

Your eyes widened as he chuckled, his hands squeezed your waist. "You think I'm going to reward you after that little stunt you pulled? Oh no, kitten. You want to cum the only way you’re getting off is on my thigh.”

You were going to protest, but decided against it at the dark look he gave you. You didn't want him to punish you again, some which meant you wouldn't be able to sit right for a couple of days.

Sniffling, you slowly did as he told you to, moaning softly as your hips jerked back as you began to receive the pleasure you were looking for. You arched your back as his large hand wrapped around your throat to keep you guided and making sure you kept your eyes on him. The message was clear.

"Good. Now," He pecked your lips as you began to grind yourself against his thigh some more. "Show me how sorry you are."