I Need More Of Astarion Being An Absolute Undead Fucking Weirdo. No More Suave Charming Elf Man NO This

Kinkuary ~ Day 16

yandere!s. tomura

warning(s): gun play, degradation, bondage, mentions of stalking, violence, oral sex (receiving), dub/non-con.

genre: smut, holiday special

summary: Shigaraki had been watching you for a while, it was only fair that you give him a good treat for making him wait so long.

sav’s kinkuary fucklist: @well-a-pear-antly, @kingtamakimurder, @ultralovingflowercollectorthings, @chimckennungets, @lordexplosionsextra, @thatonesgremlinshrimp, @strawberryandspiceandchocolate@boku-no-haikyuu, @animexreaders, @humanitysfandomhoe, @karebear5118​ @ask-bestboah-arthur​ (hmu to get on/missed your @!)

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folie á deux

↠  summary: Ever since you were little, you had the dream to travel the world, but that was quickly stripped away when you were forced to marry a secluded writer by the name of Aizawa Shouta that lived in a dreary manor. The manor was somber in color scheme — a complete contrast to your lively home, but you knew the walls carried something far darker than their vantablack hue.

↠  word count: 16,724

↠ pairing: aizawa shouta x reader

↠ genre/warnings: angst, horror, gothic literature au, yandere themes, arranged/forced marriage, gore, blood, nudity, suggestive themes

↠ a/n: happy early spoopy season!! so this used to be a bts fic (rip) but i really loved this story so i didn’t want it to go to waste. this is a horror story so please read with caution and i hope you enjoy reading!!

↠ tagging: @lord-explosion-baku @my-bad-writing-requested-edition @out-of-my-way-extras

The world around you was a vibrant yellow and your cheeks were pink. You basked in the afterglow of laughter, the sun beaming down on your face. The wheat field around you was golden and the strands tickled your skin. Your white dress dragged across the dirt, staining it brown. Mud squished between your bare toes, but you wouldn’t have it any other way. Everything was serene as you stood in the middle of ginger field that stretched out for miles. A breathless smile spread on your lips, mouth parted, greedily taking in air. Maybe you shouldn’t have run as far and quick as you did, but you felt free. The white mansion with crimson rooftops was a mere speck in the distance. You close one eye and bring your pointer finger and thumb up, squishing the house between them. Repeating this several times, it brought a smile to your face.

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under discussed astarion fact is that he's sooooo obnoxious about publicly showing affection for his partner. like when durge refers to themself as a leaking blood bag he goes "aww, but you're *my* leaking blood bag". if you hiss at that cat he says "well, at least you purr for me ;)". the full on two handed ass grab during his kiss animation. the man cannot keep his hands to himself or his mouth shut

I dunno if it's stated anywhere in canon material since I've only read bnha fics for the longest time, but do mic even sleep?? like, he got three jobs that probably takes up the majority of his day (teacher in the morning, hero late afternoon to night time, radio host at like 1 fucking am).... like, maybe his show is only on certain days every week and he starts his hero work in the late afternoon or something but then that still doesn't leave him with much time to spend with his darlings :((

i believe canon has stated that his radio show is only on either fridays or saturdays, and it runs from 1am to 4am (which actually blows because if UA is like other japanese schools they run for 6 days a week with only Sunday off)

but yeah, we’ve got these depictions of Aizawa being extremely lazy and sleepy, meanwhile we’ve got Mic who at any given time is running on 4 hours of sleep, coffee, and an unholy amount of energy drinks. i bet he would die to just fall asleep with his head in his darling’s lap. or soft booty. or some nice titties if ya got em

𝐬𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐲 𝐬𝐚𝐲𝐬.

 pairing. anakin skywalker x f!reader 

synopsis. anakin finds loopholes in the jedi code.

warnings. 18+. this is sexually explicit, do not read this or interact with my blog if you’re a minor. do not copy my shit, i’ll find out. cock warming, p in v penetration but no movement. whimper-y anakin, if you move i'll leave the jedi order type beat.  

an. just a little something i wrote for the kinktober i never did. I thought i'd post instead of letting it collect dust in my drafts. the prompt was cockwarming! hope i did anakin justice<3 pls comment & reblog.

You find him at the window.

Sitting, with his thighs open and chest bare, staring out into the abyss. The night glints at the beads of sweat sliding down his chest, and his fingers drum endlessly against his thighs.

He heard you wake up, so he’s expecting your company, and has leaned back against the chair – thin black gown falling open – ready for you to climb all over him.

It happens often.

It’s not uncommon to wake up without him.

Most nights, you startle out of your slumber – as if even asleep, you’d sensed a shift – and blink at the space on the mattress beside you.

Finding him was easy.

You pad through the living room and wordlessly reach him in his post-nightmare state. His hair is tousled, sculpted chest is slick with sweat -- there’s an energy vibrating off of him, and you can taste it in the air.

Stepping behind him, you gently run the tips of your fingers over his shoulders, and the whirlpool in Anakin’s belly settles for a second. When you move into frame, it’s gone completely, replaced by a warm heat that has roots. He breathes a smile.

“Like clockwork.”

You give him a sheepish grin in return and fiddle with the fabric of your small nightgown. There’s a moment where Anakin gets to look at you – all sleepy and cuddly – and he’s ready to escape with you off of this forsaken planet.

His will holds strong.

“Are you waiting for an invitation?” he asks, raising a scarred brow, and despite your groggy state, you still manage to roll your eyes. Stepping closer, you use his broad shoulders as anchors to slip onto his lap.

“Don’t make that face,” Anakin hushes, and while you settle back onto his thighs, his metal hand comes up. He traces the line of your jaw, “You know I let you do what you want.”

His spare hand steadies your hips, and it’s still warm from his lightsaber. Calloused fingers run over your skin, reminding you of the fight that’s leaving scars – the war that’s brewing, both inside and outside of his mind.

In moments like this, though, there’s a subtle calm.

An impenetrable force that hums over the pair of you.

You lean into his palm and whisper, “Not everything.”

There’s a haunted edge to your gaze, and your words are loaded. Anakin knows what you mean, knows all the intricacies of your subtle dig, and yet, he still manages to smile.

Well, smirk.

“What do you want? Just say the word.”

You wouldn’t, and Anakin knows that. He’s caught your bluff, and you manage a bashful smile before gently leaning forward, dragging your hips against his lap.  

Anakin’s cloth-covered thigh nestles against the thin fabric of your underwear. Your smile falters, lips parting. You push your forehead against his, and whisper, “If I say the words, I’ll never forgive myself.”

“I know,” he breathes, “I know.”

I want more.

A life together, not stolen moments when the sun is down.

An attachment. A bond.

But it’s forbidden.

It’s why it can’t go any further than this.

“What’d you dream about?” you wonder. Anakin pulls his eyes away from you, instead looking to where his thigh sits. The silence is your answer.

“I’ll still ask, even if you never tell.”

He takes hold of your bare thighs, rubbing his hands up and down, and you hum his name, reaching out to push his hair behind his ears.

“Pretty boy.”

“Stop it,” he huffs, cheeks reddening.

But how can you? When he’s all sharp lines and long hair. You run your hands up the bare panes of his muscular chest, feeling the deft of his muscles, and the dampness on his skin.

The air changes – hums electric – and it buzzes as you push his gown off his shoulders.

Carefully, you lean forward and place a chaste kiss against his collarbone.

“That’s better.”

Anakin hums a laugh. His hands snake around to your lower back, dig into the fat of your ass, and using the grip there, he gently rocks you forward once, forcing your clothed cunt to drag against his muscular thigh.

You whimper. It’s quiet, but Anakin can hear it, even if it’s muffled by his shoulder.

“’ S’what you came out here for, huh?” he whispers. The electric flooding through the walls hums, but the room is still eerily silent. Anakin’s voice is a roar.

You lick your lips and drag your face up to see him. “No,” you whisper, pressing a soft kiss against his top lip, “I like being with you, even if we don’t do this.”

Anakin has to close his eyes. Words like those are fuel to the fire brimming in his chest, and it doesn’t help that you wrap your arms around his neck and fiddle with the tail end of his hair.

Arching your back, you slowly roll backwards, then forward, teasing the bulge between his legs.

Releasing a shaky breath, you repeat the motion, again, and again, near humping his leg.  

A familiar ache begins to swell, coiling between your thighs and up into your belly. It makes you clench around nothing, and you mewl quietly, wishing for more – always wishing for more.

Still, you continue, slick pooling into your underwear and against his thigh.

Anakin can’t look at you. If he sees your face, his resolve will falter.

His nerves are shot. If he couldn’t feel how wet you are, he could smell it, and it makes a groan bristle behind his teeth.

He buries his head into the crook of your neck and busies himself with kissing at the soft shell of your throat, careful not to leave marks.

Once, you left a mouth-shaped mark against his stomach, and he looked at it every day for a week.

Caught himself with his top up in the mirror looking at the reflection, eyeing the way the mark sat on the firm lines of muscle, fading away with time.

A dark part of him wanted the mark on the slope of his neck.

“Wanna be inside of you.”

His admission rests heavily against your throat, and you’re thankful that he can’t see the way you clench your eyes closed.

Though, he does feel you tighten your grip on the back of his head. Feels you shift up against his thigh, and the warmth pooling in your underwear burns against him.  

He can sense you’re hesitant.

“’ can be like last time. Just – Just --” he stutters, licking his lips and struggling to release the words from the back of his throat. Finally, he manages. “--Sit on it.”

“Anakin.”

He pulls away from your neck and looks up at you.

“We can use it as an exercise.”

A laugh bursts from your throat, “To test your will?”

He smiles, and because you have to, you push your cunt against his crotch, uttering, “Want me to make It difficult for you?” and white flashes through Anakin’s eyes.

He grabs your hips to steady you, tensely pushing his fingers into your skin.

“Hardest challenge I’ll ever encounter.”

“You eager to impress?”

He kisses your jaw, “Don’t I always?”

“Mm,” you hum, cradling his chin. You shift back so he can pull his trousers down, and when you take his cock in your hand, he melts. His commanding aura switches for a moment, and you watch Anakin still his breathing.

You push your underwear to the side, and as you lift yourself to sink onto him, Anakin breathes, “Just the tip – just a little bit, j-just—” and he chokes on his words, gasping as you brush the leaking head of his cock through your folds.

You halt. Whimper. Have to grip his shoulder to steady yourself, or you’ll push him inside of you all at once and hurt yourself.

You inhale steadily.

“Have to – have to go slow,” you spurt, trying to calm your tremors.  

“It’s been a while since…”

You don’t have to finish your sentence. Anakin knows, and he feels a mix of pride and guilt. Only me, he thinks, and then, like a flash, only me, he swallows. And I can’t give her everything.

This. This is as far as it’ll go. He knows he’s pushing it. Knows that he’s come up with some convoluted rule to both have his cake and eat it too.

If he fucks you the way he wants to, he’ll fall in love with you. As if it hasn’t happened already.

Anakin has made lying to himself a speciality.

You push against him once more, and the tip of his cock nudges between your folds, forcing an ache to shoot through your clit and make you dizzy. You stop. Pause and curse yourself.

A slow burn builds in your thighs, and you clench down to try and mediate the burn. Anakin grunts.

“Maker,” he utters. “Sorry—” you splutter, sucking in a tight breath.

Anakin wraps his metal arm around the back of your hips, hoping to steady you. “Lemme,” he mumbles, and gently, he flexes his hips up, slowly feeding his cock into your soaked pussy.  

Your lower abdomen immediately burns.  

He’s being calm about it – using all his training – but there’s nothing calm about the words trickling out of his mouth.

“Oh stars,” he groans, voice wrecked, “You gonna take all of me, sweet girl? Gonna let me fill you up?”

When you finally sink to the hilt, your resolve snaps. The pair of you moan out in unison, loud and high-pitched.

Anakin buries his face in your chest, and the heat of his mouth against your breasts adds to the tension coiling in your belly.

“Don’t – don’t move,” he grunts, and you shake your head, “I won’t – I’ll come on your cock if I do,” and you don’t mean to say it like that, don’t mean for the words to come out like that, but you feel Anakin pulse from inside of you, warm and hard and wet.

He manages to laugh.

“Tryna kill me,” he shakily breathes, shaking his head. His wet lips brush against your breasts, and you want more – want all that he can give you – so you clutch the back of his head, pulling him closer, hoping he gets the message.

His wet kisses make your skin prickle.

You’re full up. Can feel him stretching you out, this feeling something that’s only happened a few times before.

“If you move,” Anakin begins, out of breath, “I’ll leave the Jedi order and spend my days inside of you.”

“Don’t t-tempt me.”

He laughs, and you accidentally clench around him, causing him to groan deep and long against your tits.

“If you do that again, I’ll come inside of you.”

You imagine it. Imagine him spilling out, the wet white of it dripping out of your cunt and back onto his cock, and the mere image of it has your clit throbbing.

Keep still. Don’t move.

But he wraps his tongue around your nipple and begins to suck.

You cry out, and all of your muscles tighten, forcing you to clench tight around his cock. Anakin jolts and whines your name against your tits.

“S’your fault,” you mewl, moaning. You hang your head back, “Stars, Anakin.”

“Try and stay still,” he mumbles, and you stutter a laugh, “Impossible.”

“It can’t be,” he responds, and while he speaks in jest, his words are sincere. The line between love and lust runs thin, and if Anakin is being honest with himself, it’s close to snapping.

Nsfw profesor college Silco ?

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Tags: vibrators, dom/sub, voyeurism, praise, slight degradation

He knew what he was doing. He knew exactly what he was doing and he’d been smug the entire time. He stood in front of everyone with the remote tucked away in the palm of his hand, perfectly shielded away from everyone from many times of practice. Every time he switched the setting he found an excuse to look your way.

You had to shift, bite your lip, and hold your tongue, in order to not make a sound because if you did, it’d all be over. There was so much trouble to be made if people found out, so many things that could happen and that’s what made this fun, interesting, was the risk. One wrong move from either of you and this could be over.

People slowly exited the class, the last of the day, and he, of course, asked you to stay behind under the pretense of talking about grades when you both knew it was a lie. The door closed shut with a bang and the voices of others began to drift down the hall.

Silco walked from out behind his desk, hand trailing across the edge until he got to you. He brushed your hair out of your face as he approached you.

“You did so good today,” he said as he used the hand that cradled your jaw to move your head.

“Yeah?” you breathed in question.

“Oh, yes,” he said as he began to press your skin with quick kisses.

His fingers made slow work of the buttons of your shirt. He took his time, slow and considerate. He kissed down your neck with each button that popped undone. He mouthed at your pulse. He gave the faintest brush to the skin hidden beneath your shirt.

“But were you good enough to earn a reward?” he asked as he untucked your shirt from your pants.

“Yes,” you told him.

“Oh, really? I’m not convinced,” he said. “I do recall hearing some noise from you today.”

You grabbed his hands in the lightest but most desperate hold, “I can make up for it.”

He loomed over you, leaning close to your face. “What do you say?”

“Please.” He raised an unamused eyebrow. “Please, professor, let me make up for it.”

He pulled away from your touch and turned away from you. He picked up the remote to the vibrator still lodged inside you, held in place inside your wet, loose walls by your surely stained underwear as it pressed against your clit.

He weighed the vibrator in his hand. “Prove it,” he said as he turned it to its highest setting, nearly making your knees buckle underneath you as you struggled to bite back the hitched noise your body wanted to make.

He placed the remote on his desk as he moved his attention to his belt. “I have a meeting with Sylvika in an hour.” He turned towards you as he pulled his pants down just enough to get himself out. “Prove to me you deserve to cum by then and maybe you can.”

You nodded. He raised an eyebrow. “Yes, professor,” you said as you dropped to your knees in front of him, causing more friction to be put on your clit.

You took his half hard form in your hands and began to stroke at it. Slowly you tried to coax it into hardness.

“Let me hear you,” he said, “but don’t let them.”

His gaze and yours turned to the wide window on the door, uncovered by the curtain. If someone looked in they could see you. Perhaps they couldn’t see what you were doing fully, being partially hidden by the desk, but it wouldn’t be hard to assume.

The thought of being walked in on caused both fear and arousal to spike within you. They’d see you, on the floor, like the slut you are sucking off your professor. You moaned slightly just at the thought.

“Fuck,” you said with a whining tone in your voice. “I want them to hear.”

“I know,” he said as he began to thread his fingers in your hair. “I do too but we can’t let them know. Not now but as soon as you graduate I’ll take you right here and you can be as loud as you want, I promise. You just have to wait. Can you do that?” You nodded. “Good. Now, let me feel that pretty mouth of yours.”

You leaned forward and the dial on the remote was turned down so the vibrations weren’t so intense. Still, you moaned as you ran your tongue up and down his length. Your eyes rolled back when you let him stretch your mouth.

It felt good, right to have him inside you. It didn’t matter what way. The stretch was perfect, just teetering the line between pleasure and painful. You knew when you pulled off him your mouth would be sore but you looked forward to the lingering presence, the reminder that it was real.

You dragged your tongue along the underside of him. He sighed and his head tilted back as his fingers twitched in your hair.

He lightly pulled on it. You followed his instruction and moved your head back before you went back down.

“Good, so good,” he praised.

You moved the tip of your tongue around his head. His nails scratched your scalp and he bucked forward in your mouth, nearly choking you. You drew back and did it again. Only this time when his hips moved forward, so did you head. He moved down your throat, a welcome invader. You forced yourself to relax enough so that when you did choke, you stayed in place. You steadied your breathing, you relaxed your throat, you moaned around him.

“That’s it,” he said as he petted your head. “Just like that, so good for me, darling.”

You stayed like that for a moment before you pulled back and teased his tip and shaft with a combination of tongue and teeth. You could feel him twitch inside your mouth and you moaned at the slightly bitter taste that came with it.

He pulled out of your mouth and switched off the vibrator. He pulled his pants further down as he sat in his chair.

“Take off your pants and come here,” he said.

You obliged, looking at him— fully clothed save for his cock which was out and standing tall with the slightest curved to it— as you did so.

When you stood halfway nude in front of him with merely an unbuttoned shirt for decency, he reached down and pulled the vibrator from you. It left you slowly and wanting, causing you to moan.

“What do you want?” he asked as he brought the vibrator to his lips to be licked clean.

“You, I want you,” you told him.

“Mmm? How?”

“Inside me.”

“Beg for me.”

“Please, professor, please. I want you so bad. You’ve teased me all day and I’ve tried to be so good for you, so so good. I want you inside me, fill me up. Fuck me like a whore, please, professor, please.”

He grabbed your hips and pulled you closer. “That’s enough,” he told you.

He moved you so you could straddle him as he slowly guided himself inside you. You closed your eyes with pleasure as he filled you the way a toy simply couldn’t. He was warm inside you. You clenched without meaning to and he let out a pleased sigh.

He thrust up into you and you lost your breath. He did it again and again and again, finding a pace rather quickly. What started out slow quickly became the opposite. He was hard and fast as he thrust inside you.

“You make such pretty noises,” he said as his hand went to find your clit. “I wish others could hear them.”

You wanted to scream out when his fingers started moving in tandem with his thrusts but you but your lip and settled on a whine as you clenched around him.

“You feel so good, Professor,” you told him. “Like you were made to fill me up. No one’s ever been so good to me.”

He groaned as he buried his head in the crook of your neck and picked you up to lay you across his desk. He bit at your neck as his hands sped up on your clit and his thrusts quickened.

“Cum for me, darling,” he commanded. “Cum for me.”

And you did. You clenched around him and your legs wrapped around his back to pull him further inside. Your eyes squeezed shut as he bit hard enough at your jaw to bruise.

His hand left your cough and instead he pinned your arms above your head with one hand as the other held you in place. He thrust inside you at a ruthless pace that made you continue to see stars for several moments after you came down from your peak.

Eventually he stalled and orgasmed inside you. You could feel him twitch and his seed spill. You moaned as you were filled even further and his grip on you tightened.

He stayed on top of you for several moments, simply breathing. Then he stood and pulled out of you, pressing a kiss to your cheek. He dug through his drawer for a cloth he used to wipe himself clean.

He hesitated for a moment, debating before he tossed the cloth back into the drawer and picked up the vibrator again. He pushed it inside you, plugging his release inside you as well. He bent down and licked at the seed which spilled out.

He then kissed you, letting you taste him while he buttoned up your shirt. When he was finished he tucked himself back in his pants and helped steady you on your feet. He pressed another kiss to your temple as he handed you your underwear and pants.

“I do believe that concludes our discussion,” he said as he began to fix the papers that had been made askew, effectively dismissing you in the process. “Ms. Selvika should be here at any moment, I suggest you leave soon.”

Your head still reeled but nonetheless you managed to say, “Yes, professor.”

“Good.”

You out on your clothes and had just begun walking towards the door when it opened and Selvika came in.

“I do hope to see you improve,” Silco said as she walked past you. “You have such potential, I’d truly hate to see it wasted.”

Just then the vibrator turned in again and you barely succeeded in concealing a squeak due to overstimulation.

'my love' 'my darling''sweetheart' 'baby' oh god

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 

“Oh shi- SORRY!” Hizashi’s horror and embarrassment were beyond measure. 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. Waves of pleasure crashed through you with every roll of his hips, and you made it known by scratching marks along his back and moaning out his name.

Shouta chuckled, unphased by the interruption. With a smirk 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. “You want me to watch you, 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 solid bicep. Giddiness and excitement had you squirming, but strong arms caged you in, keeping you safe but 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, “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 several octaves 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 through entrancing emerald eyes, “be nice and loud for me.” 

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

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

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

thinking about shigaraki cumming in his pants while dry humping because he’s desperate and horny