#yagami yato inspired

[sempsimps]

doppelgänger Francis x reader

sooo this is totally sfw within the age rating of the actual game, obviously. also might be inspired by the yagami yato of this man, maybe, slight chance, it definitely gave me some fuel to finish at least, i got over this brain rot quickly and well this took more time than i would of liked so yeah. sorry if my writing sucks :)

tags

mentioned death

mentioned cannibalism

two sides of the same one sided love (kinda)

blood (yep shock horror)

hoon man getting the love he needs <3

a bit of inexperienced writing (oh lord the horror)

sexual tension i guess (but not really)

Heather's the musical reference

British language so scary

it was late at night and door duty is slow like usual, the thing about the job was that 12 hour shifts suck, but in this time where the fear of being replaced by man eating monsters having a roof over my head and a job was quite reassuring, and well despite the company not really caring I'm glad that i didn't have to do more work then i could be awake for also my co-worker Emily she is amazing and could make a banging cup of tea, and well she likes the fact there's not nearly that many doubles at day, less work obviously. the night is tougher, way more doppelgängers at this time some were very convincing and did make me want to scream on the inside becuse of the anxiety it caused..... but i did like a challenge. also, i knew that most of the apartmenties were inside as Emily ticks them off the list and added the names who had a reasonable excuse for not being on there, and hey, i haven't died. yet despite my complaints there was a golden reason why i liked this job, and that was the resident tired eyes Francis, but he never really talked that much and it kinda made him ideal mimic bait, so i cant get attached i mean i really shouldn't as they really did try him the most for some reason.

i yawn as i relaxed into my office chair stretching my arms with a stratifying click 'mhhh almost over its 10 45 so 1 more hour and franci-' caught in my thoughts so much but the white uniform snapped my attention 'speak of the devil-! wait...' and as quickly as it came it left, as i seen the deep sunken abyss of "eyes" and a smile 'ah, i see its hoon' he really did try to get in, acting normally handing the papers over with an almost correct ID and entry form but just ya know slightly off on the looks and all he says is hoon is kind of revealing. i smiled and waved in greeting.

"Ah, hello there, nice try hoon, but i can see you. Good try though, almost nailed that ID too."

"hoon hoooon!"

"ill take that a good response"

i politely gave back the ID and smiled, throwing the entry form in the bin with the rest, so it isn't as easy to get in. Also, some of them are funny anyway. back to it i found this particular one almost as enduring as the original i was found of him so to speak, but if he got too good then off he goes and that might be a toxic trait but ill entertain him for now.

"Come on man, you know the drill, i caught you. You walk away. Have a good night though."

"hoon..."

he held his head down in disappointment and trudged away, when i was sure he left i called the D.D.D,the emergency shutters come down and footsteps can be heard by the men, i knew hoon wasn't there but to keep up the appearance to not get me fired, i had to make it seem that he keeps escaping, and not me letting him do so nooooo. the shutters come up, and the hazmat suit explains the situation in that boring tone like always.

"The clean up is complete, but the company will search for that double ganger that got away......"

yep, the same stuff zoning all that out. 'blah blah blah Jesus Christ, so much talking, just leave, please.' i kept smiling with zoned out thoughts as they spoke.

"You can continue your job"

"mh hm thanks"

the clean-up crew left slowly, god so slowly, like today, so slow. i looked over to the clock 'uuuuhhh 11 15 a half an hour till Francis gets here from delivering milk. poor soul to be fair he was half a workaholic' picking at my nails as a distraction from the boring day i seen another white milk man uniform i smile as i seen Francis, immediately going to work as he passed his paper through. but if i looked at the clock, only a few minutes passed.

"hi there"

i politely greeted, giving a small wave like i do for him 'wait it might not be him.' My face turned serious quickly.

"hm hello..."

'Huh, is he tired, or is that voice lower?' Suspicious, but i checked over the entry form, and that looked all good. now the ID 'logo yep date uh huh spelling' with the file i looked back and forth 'okay looking good finally number lets see 2 3 5 5 6' i look at the ID '2 4 5 5 6. wait 4?' Looking back over the file 'that's wrong damn doppelgänger. welp gotta kill this one he's too real.' i passed back the papers roughly, my face turning sour.

"welp, here ya go Francis, any last words?"

i didn't let him finish becuse as soon as i passed the paper through roughly i reached over with my other hand and pressed the emergency button, and speed dialling the D.D.D to get this near replica out of here, the shutter that came down was rattling from the force of the doppelgänger hitting it trying to escape, which was normal. and then silence as the shutter comes up, the now comforting yellow suit began to talk.

"The clean-up is complete. You can continue your-"

The hazmat suit slammed into the glass making a small crack, a gradient green hand with black claws dug into the back of the head, blood seeping out and staining the yellow suit my eyes followed the arm to the doppelganger of Francis i had just delt with 'oh shit this is a fucking problem' the yellow hazmat fell to the ground the hand returning to "normal" and that face comes into view. blood dripping of the perfect features, his voice lower than it should be its unnerving 'and hot- nope nope stop there wrong.' opening the desk draw digging in it for a neatly written number to only be called if the D.D.D fails. 'Where's that post-it note' a loud thud broke my thoughts, and I cautiously looked up to the double of Francis. his hand against the glass smearing some blood on the clean surface some spilling into the small crack made a few seconds earlier.

"Oh darling, how come you didn't let me in? My appearance is flawless. Entry form has nothing wrong with it, I know I'm on the list today."

He looked confused 'cute wait no evil' since I passed the papers through he picked up the slightly crumpled ID and gave an amused smirk flipping it around and pressing it to the glass so I could see it.

"Ah, I see you did read that silly ID number. You're not like the others, you're smart, and that makes me want to devour you even more."

My hand starts to tremble as I kept looking for that stupid note. The doppelganger tuts lightly with a small chuckle.

"Come on~ your phone friends can't help you. and you wouldn't want to create more of a mess~ look honey! all those delicious bodies already here"

He licked his lips cleaning them from the blood giving a satisfied hum 'oh shit that's hot- nope nope not the time' i couldn't bear to look past him at the amount of people dead, opting to keep looking for the number i knew was in this stupid desk 'come on, come on where is this fucking thing' my hand touches the gun at the back of the draw 'I shouldn't have to use this'

"OPEN THE DOOR, please open the door. Can we not fight anymore, please come on, open the door? You're scared i see that, I can set you free come on let me inside open the door open opEN OPEN!"

Teeth beared now sharp and tinted yellow eyes the same shade. His hand slammed down on the glass with an open palm he realised it wasn't working, quickly far too quickly, and he used his fist rattling the pane in its hold the crack getting bigger every thud my movements speed up 'shit shit shit shit shi- ah! there I got it.' I gripped the paper roughly and slammed the emergency button and dialled the never before used number

"DARLING YOULL NEVER KILL ME IVE BEEN WATCHING YOU FOR WEEKS ILL COME BACK"

"Hello you have contacted the-"

"YES I KNOW SEND HELP D.D.D AGENTS DOWN"

"Don't worry .... we have dispatched people to your area" BEEP

The slamming of fists and that sickening sound of flesh tearing. its the noise doppelgangers make when they lose their disguise, it made me nauseous my head dizzying from it I heard the glass smash but the metal kept me safe it was barely dented before I heard the screams of the beast and gun shots my breathing uneven my legs to my chest in the chair arms wrapped around my body in attempt to comfort myself it all went silent my heart drops in my chest but as the shutter came back up a more human looking hazmat suit greeted me rather than the round ones another one putting a new pane of glass replacing the broken one.

"Thank you for contacting us. we will inform the D.D.D of the deceased agents and give you good reference. Unfortunately, the doppelganger got away"

"Wait, what!?"

They left quickly, some carrying black bags, not saying a word 'he got away. How?' I slowly came out of my shell I had built temporarily, taking in some deep breaths. unwrapping my arms and lowering my legs back into my chair. 'I'll have a breakdown when I'm off the clock.... oh speaking of how long till Francis is here 11 55 he's late.... of course just making my day wors- never mind night is better' there he was passing an ID and entry form i already had his folder out and checked it over intensely giving a little sigh.

"mh, hello doorman you seem worked up tonight"

"haha yeah just some difficult doppelgängers, ya know"

"ha yeah uh.... I've been meaning to ask, would you like to get food sometime"

i opened the door for him and smiled wearily giving the correct paper back to the real Francis.

"yeah that would be nice have a goodnight Francis"

okay finally over Jesus Christ this took way longer than i wanted it to take becuse i have got another 3 fics stacked and schoolwork so I'm glad its over but i still don't know how to end this shit sorry if my writing sucks :]

extra note: brownie points if people spotted the heathers reference

[kakushino]

Which voice actors and where do you go for the nsfw asmr do you listen to? I read a story about Douma, and the author left a link for what she thought he'd sound like being a whimpering little sissy boy 😆.

I. Can't. Stop. With. It. 😬

Hooo, you are not ready-

There are several sources I go to.

Youtube

A VA group I follow consistently is Anigomi (they do JJK, MHA, KNY and so on). Youtube has only SFW audios, though some are a bit spicy (Making Out series). They have a Patreon with NSFW stuff and also a NSFW discord server, where they sometimes record in "Stage" setting (audience + VA + the leader of Anigomi usually)

Another channel I follow is Morphy VA, who specializes mostly in KNY men (his drunk Giyuu inspired my Clingy and Relentless HEAVILY) - there are several of them being subby af. So just go and explore hehe~

There are a few that do slightly spicy audios or SFW on YT (+ some of them also NSFW on patreon) such as:

- Azeru Official (MHA, Genshin, Starrail, some OCs)

- Yagami Yato (tends to have VERY long audios, lots of talking, spice is usually past 30 min mark)

- Seth VA (lots of yandere stuff - love me some yandere)

- Man of Culture ASMR (yandere stuff)

- AetherVA (German VA, my friend on discord, chill guy, his accent is cute af)

- Sanguine VA (very nice voice, does fantasy series)

I could go on but Im in middle of something rn XD (can you tell I like yanderes?)

Soundgasm

Enough said

Po/rnHub

- Daddy ASMR (dom)

- Defrosted audios (subby)

And lastly:

I don't share my stuff lightly because I respect VA's hard work. Unfortunately, I am too broke for all the patreons uwu

Hope this helped ❤️

[writers-blogck]

Brand New Day ( Exorcist!Kageyama Tobio x Demon!Reader )

Warning(s): If you know what this is inspired by, then you my friend also pay for something you never thought you would actually pay for before.  This does have mentions of WWII, Hiroshima, and homicide but nothing too in-depth.  Title: Brand New Day Pairing: Exorcist!Kageyama Tobio x Demon!Reader Fandom: Haikyuu! Word Count: 1,962

        The candles were flickering in the night's cold air, the whispers of their smoke disappearing in the dark. Everything felt like it was going through you. You flattened out your palm before hovering it above the flame. Even though the fire was interrupted by your hand, you couldn't feel a thing. Your skin didn't burn, you didn't even feel a hint of the warmth that the candle was emitting. A scream slipped past your lips as you hit the candle off of the table, toppling the small item to the ground. Before it could spread, a foot was already stepping on the fire to put it out. 

        "I told you, there's a spirit in there!" A shrill woman's voice trembled, refusing to move any closer than the entrance of the room. This had been your house years ago and yet it now held different lives. If you had it your way, you would have burned the building to the ground until there was nothing left but the ash of your memories. This family could learn to live somewhere else, you didn't want to have to share. 

        "Let me do my job. Take your family out to eat and when you come back, it will be dealt with." The boy with blue eyes spoke, setting his bag on the new bed. This used to be your room and they went and got rid of everything! How was any of this your fault?! It was their fault! Their fault! The flames of the remaining lit candles grew to ten times their size with your anger to fuel them. The woman yelped and was gone in a moment but the boy didn't react. Did he look....bored? You had never met anyone like this before. You didn't like where this was going. 

        You moved to push yourself in the corner of the ceiling, trying to put as much space between this new intruder and yourself. He was bringing out beads and vials of water. Some were clear while others seemed to hold a strange carmine color liquid. Wine, perhaps? The bottles were corked which kept you from smelling anything, though you wouldn't be able to smell anything anyway. You had lost that ability. How many of the five senses had you lost? 

        The first to go was touch. Whether the cold ice that resided in the icebox or the sharp blade of a kitchen knife, nothing could make you feel anything. You could no longer smell anything and while you didn't have the need to eat anymore, you believed you had lost the sense of taste as well. Would the other two disappear with time? Which would go first: your hearing or your sight? Which would you prefer? Would you be nothing but a mass of cells come next birthday? 

        "Now, we can do this the hard way or the easy way." Your eyes trailed over the boy's clothing, taking in what looked like a priest's attire. With how young he seemed to be, he couldn't be more than a trainee. He couldn't be older than sixteen. You had been that age....how many years had it been since then? You had died in the early morning, only having lived fifteen years before your own father decided to cut it short. While the rest of your family seemed to have moved on from the tragic house, you felt stuck. If you had to do something you pass over, you had no clue what it was. There wasn't a handbook for the dead or anything, though that would be helpful. What was the year now? It had been 1946 when you had passed, the bombing of your country having been the year before. 

        You had an idea as to why your father did what he did. Your country had lost the war and was forced to surrender. It wasn't in the code of honor to surrender, no matter the odds. That was something your father had believed strongly in. He was never the same after he came back from the war. It was coming up on the first anniversary of the day that Japan surrendered. It was a time to reflect and mourn those who had lost their life. For your father, it just reminded him of what he called his 'personal' disgrace. It all came boiling over and was done before your mother or any of your siblings could know what was happening. You had been the last to fall under your father's knife before he turned it on himself. Was that why you stayed? 

        It was strange to watch the boy in front of you. His eyes had passed over your form quickly, could he not see you? You wouldn't be surprised. No one seemed to be able to see you. There had been fleeting moments where a child's eyes may have lingered for too long or a dog sniffed at your feet but nothing substantial. It had been a lonely existence ever since that day. The house had gone unsold for decades. It wasn't until the history of the house began to fade into nothing but distant memories when they began to try to sell it.

        "Who are you?" You asked, more for yourself than anything but the boy seemed to hear it as he whipped his head in your direction. You were just as surprised as he was, the two of you just staring at each other in silent curiosity for what felt like centuries. 

        "You're just a kid...." His voice was softer than before, the cogs turning in his head in an attempt to understand the situation before him. He hadn't been trained for this. Demons weren't supposed to look like this...He shook his head, forcing himself to remember that demons can make themselves look like anything. They would pull any trick that they had to if it meant they could feed. 

        "I am not a kid! I'm the same age as you! Are you a kid?!" 

        "No!" 

        "Then that means I'm not one either!" 

        The silence blanketed over the two of you once again, this time a feeling of tension joining it. Kageyama was confused and didn't know what to feel. He had to exorcise you, you were bad! Yet, at this moment you looked like nothing more than a scared kid, someone his age. He imagined himself being a demon, it didn't seem possible! Then...what about an evil spirit? You could just be a spirit-filled with malice and spite. Still, you were like a scared animal pushing itself as far into the corner as possible. You could have tried to hurt him when he walked in but you didn't.         

        The owners of the house didn't say that they had been hurt in any way. You had been destroying their property and making a mess of things but you hadn't attacked them. Kageyama had been taught about exorcising spirits that would scratch up the living and attempt to bash them with whatever items were around. Still, was it his place to question the situation? He was here to exorcise you and that was it. He needed to get the job done and return back to Oikawa, the exorcist he was apprenticing under. 

        "Are you going to kill me?" 

        Kageyama's eyes widened at the quiet whisper that barely made it to his ears. He had never heard anyone talk about exorcism as if it was death before. It was always a good thing but hearing the fear in your voice, he was beginning to doubt his own profession. He wanted to be the best exorcist and yet here he was, heart breaking at the sound of one tiny question. This wasn't his first exorcism and yet it felt just as hard. 

        "No..." He whispered out, not even noticing his own words. He had been told this was going to be an easy job, just one to give him some more experience. It wasn't supposed to present him with a moral conundrum that had no easy answer! He was still just an apprentice. 

        "Then why are you still here?" 

        "This is my house, by the way." You continued on, bringing his attention back to the issue at hand. You were slowly lowering yourself to be level with the boy, allowing him to look at you up close for the first time. Kageyama remembered the creatures he had dealt with and you looked nothing like them. They had been so ugly and you were so...Ah! He couldn't be attracted to a spirit! 

        "Well, new people are moving in and living here now." He cleared his throat, wrapping his beads around his hand in a silent prayer for God to help him during these trying times. He had been a faithful servant, hadn't he? So why was he being put in such a terrible position? Perhaps this was meant to be...Maybe Kageyama was supposed to discover the existence of nonviolent spirits. A new breakthrough...

        "Well," You copied the tone of his voice, nose crinkling up in annoyance, "I was killed in this house so I think that means that I get to stay here." 

        Killed? Kageyama had read about angry spirits who were victims in their past life but they had all been dangerous. They were fueled by the anger and rage in their final moments which caused their soul to stay. Strong emotions were the only thing that could keep a spirit on Earth and so far, the only one that had been successful so far was anger. The need for revenge. Why had you stayed? 

        "I can't let you just keep living here. You need to leave." 

        "Why?" 

        "Because this isn't your house."

        "It was."

        "But it isn't anymore."

        "But it was!" 

        "Yeah, but another family has moved in!" The two of you were going back and forth at this point, each raising your voice more than the last time. The flames of the candles were flickering as if a strong wind was present in the room, your emotions affecting the world around you. 

        "So what am I supposed to do?"

        Kageyama pulled his book out of his robes, flipping through the pages until he found what he was looking for. Sometimes creatures were too strong to be exercised by one person which then meant it would need to be transported somewhere else. This spell was able to change whatever the demon or spirit was binding itself to. He could bind you to one of his items which meant he didn't have to exorcise you just yet. 

        If you weren't a danger to anyone, shouldn't they try to find a way to help you? That was what he was telling himself, ignoring the fluttering of his heart when your face was inches away from his. You were hovering behind him, watching his movements, and try to read what was written in the book. He was doing this to help you dammit, not because he thought you were super cute! 

        You were going to be the end of him. He could no longer go on with his training as he had before. You had added doubt into his small world. Exorcists weren't supposed to let a spirit stay and they especially weren't supposed to bind them to themselves! Yet, spirits were only supposed to be violent creatures, and yet here he was with a living (or not living) piece of proof. His superiors would have just exorcised you without a second thought. This wasn't how exorcists were supposed to deal with hauntings....Oh well, there was always a first time for everything. 

        "There is something that I can do but we are gonna have to set some ground rules first." 

        Oikawa would have to just deal with it.

[thespiantherepist]

ANDROID KAMINARI X READER

Warnings: Slight spiciness, Denki being an idiot, electric shock.

Shooting my shot with another android.

So... howd you get here?

Well.

You tried to make a robot.

No, you succeded!

However, your dumbass spilt coffee on the damn bot.

So, it electrocuted you.

Now you were trying to find a soulution, to fix the short circuting android; whrn suddenly.

It stopped.

No buzzing, no sparks.

Nothing.

You stepped forward cautiously. Giggling when you knew the coast was clear. You stepped forward quickly, smiling like a madman.

You put your hands on the side of the male androids cheeks turning them slightly. Looking him over you chuckled with glee.

"Perfection, look at you! Just a little nore polish, and you're a masterpeice!" You pushed up your goggles. Broadly smiling and turning him to face right at you.

Suddenly the green light on his neck came on. You raised a brow in inquisition.

"What in gods na-"

Two hands were placed on your face, pulling you forward. Lips came into hard contact with yours.

You were bamboozled, and you pushed yourself away from your machine in haste.

"Thanks for the compliments, I could say the same for you cutie!" A cheerful voice piped up from above you.

You opened your eyes while crawling backwards.

"Whats wrong sunshine? Oh! Thats good, waiiit! I can make it better. SUNSHINE NUGGET! BECAUSE NUGGETS ARE TASTY, KINDA LIKE YOUR LIPS!"

You stared flabbergasted at the robot above you, his Golden eyes boring into yours. Admiration swimming within them.

"Huh?"

"You heard me beautiful," He held out a surprisingly warm hand to you, you grabbed it and he pulled you up.

You brushed yourself off.

"Your eyes are supposed to be Black." You said bluntly. He just shrugged, sticking his tounge out. You rubbed your temple.

"Whats your name?"

"I DoNT KnoW."

'What the hell?' You thought, he was supposed to be brilliant, he bad to know his name. Maybe it was a bug, you'd fix it later.

"Ill have to this later, for now you should know your name is Denki."

"Why cant I be Pikachu?"

Your eyes bulged. This robot didnt have a bug. He was sentient!

This was groundbreaking, if you show the commitee this youd be sure to-

"Dare me to shove my entire fist in my throat?"

"NO WAIT!"

This. Was. Exhausting.

"Denki, get me my candy."

He would hand you a strawberry.

"What is this?"

"Its a strawberry, its healthy."

"Denki Im on a video call stop doing tictac dances in the background."

"DENKI KAMINARI GET OFF THE GODDAMN ROOF NOW BEFORE I RESET YOUR ASS!"

He thought it was hot when you got flustered. It was terrible. The day, the day, you took him to see the commision. He decided to try that shit.

"And thus I say this android is in fact sentient!" You projected to the table, showing Denki off proudly.

To which he got surprised, short circuting himself.

"EEEEEE" He idled back, and fourth. His red power liquid leaking from his nostril. You face planted, but the commison got a kick out of it.

They started a roaring applause.

You restarted Denki quickly. Dragging him to sit down next to you. The head of the commission started congratulating you loudly. The other members nodded in tandum, giving thier own opinions.

Denki only had one thought in his mind, 'Im hungry, oh look a neck!'

He hugged your waist, lightly nipping your neck at the base. He also slightly licked it. Yiu stayed still, trying to remain professional. Blushing madly.

He started sucking, leaving purple hickies on your neck.

"Congratulations doctor, youve just won yourself a spot in our-" Denki right then, and there bit hard down on your neck, electroucuting you at the same time.

"NYYYAAHHH!" You moaned loudly.

The entire commision stared at you, silently. They watched as you confulsed from the electric shock. Your eyes watered with tears from embarassment, and pain as you starred at your creation.

He was also in shock, but he short circuted once more.

Your face was on fire.

The head laughed kindly.

"My he's such a character! Dont worry now, its okay, we understand you were trying to be professional."

You nodded your heart clenching.

"Why do I have to stay in the closet!" Denki whined loudly as you tried shoving him in.

"You embaressed me you screwed up of bolts."

"I didnt mean to shock you!"

"You shouldnt have bit me!" You shoved him in closing, and locking the door.

"Sunshine..." He said muffled throught the door.

You sighed.

"Yes Denki?"

"I love you."

"I love you to dunce face."

"Aww... so mean."

[shoujo-roki]

“Don’t worry doll...the fun’s just beginning.”

[weebsinstash]

If you ever feel bad about your thirst getting in the way of productivity just remember your good friend here just put off showering for a job interview she has in the next hour to work on a draft about reader getting her pussy ate 💀💀💀💀

[ko-riacchi]

Live Stream

Pairing: Shigaraki x F!Reader Genre: Smut, Angst Length: 4,3k

WARNINGS: NONCON! 

Thank you to @cultbabyyy who read through it as soon as I was done  And thank you to @kazooli whose fics made me realize that I can write whatever the fuck I want

(Inspired by Yagami Yato’s Shigaraki Pt.3 audio)

Tomura was a man-child. Which meant that when he had a new toy, he couldn’t help himself but to rub it in other people’s faces that he had something that they – in fact – no longer had.

 The room was dimly lit, most of the light coming from the computer screen and the various sources of blue light stemming from the computer tower, mouse and keyboard.

Tomura sat in his computer chair, arms possessively wrapped around your form and you wriggled and squirmed in his grip, trying to get loose.

“Now, now,” Tomura rasped into your ear. “Don’t struggle too much. You wouldn’t want any accidents to happen, now would you?”

Your face scrunched up and you bit your lip, knowing exactly what Tomura could do to you – even accidentally – and you stilled in his grasp.

 His right hand left your figure now that you were placated and grabbed the computer mouse, the sound of it clicking reverberating through the otherwise quiet room.

You weren’t particularly interested in whatever he was doing on his computer, so you let your eyes wander through the room. You needed to find a way to get out of this situation, this room and especially this dangerous hold that he had over you.

You knew that the first two were comparatively easy to achieve, once you had successfully managed to pull off the latter one. After all, you hadn’t managed to become a pro hero without learning a skill or two.

But your offensive quirk just wasn’t suited to squirm free of his grasp without potentially getting disintegrated should all of his five fingers touch your body. Usually, you were quite content with your abilities but right now you couldn’t help but curse yourself for not being born with a quirk more similar to the one of your old teacher, Eraserhead.

Your gaze continued to examine the room, trying to find anything at all that could help you in your predicament. But mostly, the shelves were littered with games upon games, accompanied by the corresponding console. Behind you, a bed stood in the corner of the room, the sheets thrown on it carelessly. While those may not be able to aid you in your initial quest to rid yourself of his dangerous hands, you would be able to use them to cut off his vision once you had gotten free – even if it was just for a second.

 Your thought process was interrupted by Tomura, whose hand slid back to your body, grasping your hip in his hand while making sure that his pinky was lifted as to not accidentally kill you.

“Now we just have to wait for a few more minutes and the show can get started,” he said, his hands leisurely beginning to stroke your sides.

“Show?” you echoed confused and for the first time, your focus landed on the computer screen in front of you where a website you didn’t recognize was opened.

What you did recognize however, was the screen in the middle which reflected your own surprised face and the grinning one of Tomura behind you. Your eyes flitted to the top of the monitor to find a small camera on top, the little red light on the bottom center telling you that it was currently recording.

Back on the monitor screen, your eyes zoomed in on a small number in the corner and quickly you concluded that it showed the current viewer number of what obviously was a live stream.

“Wh-what are you planning, Shigaraki?” you asked him and turned your head and upper body so you could look in his eyes.

His gaze locked on to yours and a grin stretched across his face, cracked lips quickly moistened by his tongue so they wouldn’t crack further.

“Why, I thought since I’ve got you here, it would be a… shame not to share all the fun we’re about to have with the world,” he explained. “I even sent some links out to your dear colleagues, wouldn’t want them to miss out on it, now would we?”

Your eyes darted back to the monitor for a second, the viewer counter steadily rising, before you locked your eyes with Tomura again.

“It doesn’t matter in what way you’ll try to hurt me. I’m a hero, for God’s sake, don’t think I’m not used to pain. All you’re going to achieve by streaming this, is that my colleagues will trace the IP and find this place even faster.” You sent him a defiant look.

 Tomura erupted into cackling laughter, sounding like the crazy madman he was. “Hurt you? Oh no no no no, I think you’re misunderstanding. I’m not going to hurt you.” His right hand moved upwards to grip the top of your hero uniform; his pinky raised by acquired habit.

“Rather, I thought…” he continued, his grip hardening around the sturdy material before he purposefully burrowed his hand in it. “We could have some fun in a different way.”

Your horrified gaze went towards your chest, where the material of your suit began to crumble away in ashes, opening the view to your undergarments.

“Fuck you!” you screamed and started to struggle in his grasp. His left hand gripped your side harder, pinky raised, while his right hand came up to grip your chin.

“N’ah, ah, ah,” he chided you and his grip on your chin became painful. “Don’t forget that I hold your life in my hands.”

Before you had the chance to reply to him, his lips descended upon yours. His kiss was harsh and bruising, the feeling of his chapped lips uncomfortable on yours. You tried to break free of his hold, but it was futile. His tongue slipped out of his mouth and licked your lips, hoping to gain entry. You pressed them together more fiercely, your jaw gnashing with the force you brought up to keep your mouth closed.

Tomura clicked his tongue in disapproval. He took his mouth off you for a second to take a look at your tense face.

“Now, now, doll, while it would be a shame if this level was too easy to clear, I think you still don’t understand exactly in what situation you are currently in.”

As if to prove his point, his hand lifted from your jaw and gripped the fabric of your sports bra with all of his fingers. Instantly, the material began to crumble away under his grip until all that remained was a small heap of ashes on your legs.

Now, with nothing to cover your shame, your face burned with embarrassment and your arms shot up to cover your breasts.

“Oh, don’t get shy on me,” Tomura grinned and grabbed your arms to pull them away from your chest. “I’m sure your viewers would love to get a good look at you.”

 You tried to fight his grip, but his raw strength was far superior to yours, so you had no chance but to uncover your breasts for everyone to see. Your eyes felt hot and began to sting but you refused to let any tears fall. A hero didn’t cry, no matter how dire the situation got. On the screen, you saw an influx of messages on the chat, not even bothering to try and read the contents; you were sure that it wasn’t something you would actually want to read.

Before Tomura could continue to embarrass you further, a “ding” sounded from the computer speaker into the silence of the room. This led Tomura to giggle in excitement.

“Seems like the first one of our special guests has just entered the stream,” he said from behind you. Your head whipped around to face him. “What is that supposed to mean?” you asked him, your voice barely louder than a whisper.

“Oh, don’t worry, my doll. That ‘ding’ you just heard? Means that one of my invitation links just got opened and one of your colleagues just decided to finally join us. Why don’t you be nice and greet him?”

Tomura took your right hand he was still holding and began to wave it for the camera. Your eyes closed in frustration, knowing there was nothing you could do about it. When he was finally done waving for you, his hand let go of your wrist and immediately you covered your chest the best you could.

His now free hand gripped your hair and pulled your head back. His head burrowed itself in the crook of your neck, nibbling and biting at your skin. His lips moved up towards your ear and he whispered “Now, let’s make sure that we put on a good show for our viewers.” before taking your earlobe into his mouth and biting on it.

“Once I’m out of here, I’ll fucking kill you,” you answered him through gritted teeth, trying to ignore the unpleasant wet feeling of his mouth on you. You felt him smile against your skin, but he didn’t say anything to you in return. Instead, his hand left your hair and glided down your face and neck, making its way down to your breasts.

Your hand gripped his wrist, trying to keep him from touching you in this intimate place but you already knew that you wouldn’t be able to stop him. Moments later, Tomura’s hand had reached its goal and he began to fondle your breast roughly, pulling and twisting your nipple.

Your face scrunched up in pain and once more, you tried to pull his hand away from your body – to no avail. He continued tugging and twisting and shamefully you noticed that your nipple was getting hard. You knew that it was merely a bodily response to being stimulated but it was still hard to stomach that your body was reacting to it when you sure as hell weren’t enjoying his ministrations in the slightest.

And it seemed like you weren’t the only one who had noticed. Tomura had as well and you felt his grin against your neck. “Oh, seems like somebody’s enjoying it?” he gloated and tugged on your nipple harder.

“As if!” you exclaimed, hoping that nobody else would believe his incredulous words. Everything about his touches was uncomfortable: His grip was rough and his hand felt scratchy on your delicate skin.

Once more, you started to wriggle in his grasp, knowing that nothing would come out of it. With just the threat of his hands, he had you defeated before you had even started fighting. And although what was about to happen horrified and scared you, death scared you even more.

Now his left hand let go of yours and instantly, you started curling in on yourself, trying to prevent him from touching you further or the viewers on the stream from seeing you. He allowed you to remain in this position for a few moments while his gaze was fixed on the screen, reading the influx of comments.

“It seems like the majority of our viewers want us to move on to the next level already,” Tomura said and his left hand snaked under your armpit and up to your throat, tilting your body back against his.

“What do you say we give the people what they want?” Another tug on your nipple, and his hand left your breast before it continued downwards to your panties. Your hands clawed at his arm, trying to free yourself from his grip and save the last bit of dignity you still had left. Tomura wasn’t fazed by that however and his hand steadily continued until it had clawed into the material of your underwear and it decayed into nothingness along with your last shred of hope to somehow free yourself of this situation.

The little pile of dust that had settled on your crotch was blown away by Tomura and his mouth stretched into a wide grin, his dry lips close to cracking open. The hand that had disintegrated your panties now took your right thigh and pulled it to the side, effectively spreading your legs and displaying your pussy for everyone on the stream to see.

You had closed your eyes, not wanting to see yourself and your shameful display mirrored on the screen. Your hands, that had been on his arm up until now, trying to free yourself of his grasp, fell limply to your sides as all fight left your body. You knew that there was no way you would be able to get yourself out of this situation before Tomura had had the chance to defile you. Your only option at this point was to wait for your colleagues to arrive and save you – and hoping that you wouldn’t get killed before they would do so.

Once Tomura felt your body slacken, he began to laugh. “What? Not gonna fight me anymore?” he asked, his voice full of malicious joy. “And here I was beginning to enjoy your feisty attitude.”

Your change in behavior didn’t however stop him from continuing on with his little show and his right hand moved from your thigh to your pussy lips, spreading them open with the pointer and middle finger of his hand to give his audience a good show.

“That’s some grade A hero pussy,” he grinned into the camera as rubbed his finger around your hole a few times. “I wonder how many dicks it has taken so far…”

He turned his face from the camera to you as if he was waiting for an answer. You weren’t willing to give him that information though and kept your mouth shut, even as he lifted his other hand from your neck to your cheeks to squeeze them and get you to talk.

After a moment however, it seemed as if he had lost patience waiting for your answer, as he retracted his hand and put it back into place on your neck.

“It doesn’t matter. Once I’ve fucked you, I’ll have you ruined for other dicks for all eternity,” he cackled, his pointer finger pushing into your dry cunt immediately after he had finished his sentence.

You hissed out in pain. The skin on his finger was rough and you – surprise, surprise – were not turned on at all, so it hurt when he shoved it inside without any preparation at all.

When Tomura heard your hiss, he cackled again, moving his finger around inside you.

“If you’re already struggling to take my finger, you will break apart once I shove my cock inside you.”

Slowly, he began to move his finger, and with horror you felt yourself getting wetter and wetter the more he prodded your walls. Soon, he was able to fit a second finger inside your heat, angling them upwards and against where he had read the g-spot was.

When you took a sharp breath, he knew that he had been successful and he continued to push against the little rough patch of skin, knowing it would be so much more bitter for you if your body enjoyed the ordeal.

After a few moments of pumping his fingers inside you, he stopped and leaned forward a bit, reading through the comments in the chat.

He laughed. “Yeah, that little hero pussy is getting nice and wet,” he replied to one commenter. “It’s sucking my fingers right in.”

As if to demonstrate, he pulled his fingers out a bit and moved them around, until a squelching sound could be heard, and then pushed them all the way inside again, which elicited a muffled moan you hadn’t been able to stop in time.

“She’s definitely enjoying herself,” he answered another comment, looking at you with a sleazy grin. “Isn’t that right, hero slut?”

You grit your teeth and held back the curses and slurs you wanted to reply with, knowing that it would amuse your tormenter.

Once Tomura felt like he had replied to enough comments, he turned his attention back to you, thrusting his fingers inside you harshly one last time before he took them out, lifting them to the camera first to show the glistening juices before he put them inside his mouth and licked them with an exaggerated hum.

“I hope you’re ready for the final boss,” he whispered into your ear, although he made sure that it was loud enough for his audience to hear.

You shook your head, one last time trying to squirm out of his grasp. All that achieved however was that your ass rubbed against Tomura’s bulge and he let out a soft hiss.

“No need to be impatient, little hero slut,” he said with a grin as the hand that held your neck lifted you higher so the other hand could loosen and push down his pants.

Even if you hadn’t wanted to, as soon as Tomura’s erection bobbed free and sprang up between your legs, your eyes wandered to it, widening when you saw his size.

Tomura had to have seen your expression mirrored in the stream because he let out a manic laugh, his entire body (and dick) shaking with the emotion.

“Oh, don’t worry, it won’t hurt… much,” he cackled as he rubbed his dick along your slit, coating it in your juices. You body twitched when the tip of his dick rubbed over your clit and a shameful whimper escaped your throat, although you willed yourself immediately to shut up.

Not wanting to see your own violation, you closed your eyes as Tomura positioned himself at your entrance and began to slowly push inside.

You couldn’t hold back the hiss that escaped your throat at the intrusion, nor the squirming as you tried to get away from it.

Tomura only tightened his grip on your neck you, pushing your body down on him as his dick breached further and further into your wet heat.

Tears threatened to escape your eyes once Tomura was fully seated in you and only through sheer willpower, you managed to hold them back, unwilling to give up this last bit of pride you had.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” Tomura groaned, stilling for a second to get used to the feeling of your cunt. “Don’t tell me you were a virgin?”

You bit your lip, refusing to answer the villain. No matter what you would say, he would only find it amusing and possibly use it to torment you further, either calling you a stuck-up hero bitch, thinking you’re too good for anyone, or a hero slut, willing to let anyone willing fuck you.

When Tomura realized he wasn’t getting an answer from you, he chuckled before he adjusted his four-finger grip on your neck, pulled almost all the way out of your cunt and slammed you down again until he was inside you to the base.

A pained cry flew from your lips but you had no time to even try and hold back your voice anymore, because Tomura immediately continued to jackhammer into you, moaning and panting into your ear as he showed the world how your cunt ate up his dick.

Your hands flew up to grab at his arm, futilely trying to steady yourself at least a bit, as he pushed and pushed and pushed into you. Squelching noises you were sure the microphone was picking up as well, came from your cunt as it greedily sucked Tomura’s dick back in every time he pulled back.

“Fuck, this is some grade A pussy,” Tomura groaned, his hips only slowing down a bit as his muscles began to hurt from the position. He caught his breath while he lazily thrusted into you, his moist breath uncomfortable on your ear.

Suddenly, Tomura moved and stood up from his chair, pushing you up as well with his hips. The hand that was around your throat slipped from under your arm and instead pushed down onto your back, laying you flat on his computer desk while his dick never left your tight cunt.

As soon as he had finished adjusting to the new position, he began railing you again, his hips slamming against your ass as his dick burrowed inside you further and further.

You let out a pained scream as his thrusts reached even deeper now, clenching your eyes shut as you tried to shut out the pain. At least in this position, the camera wasn’t able to get a shot of your face, you thought in relief, as it was too high to capture your body laid out on the desk.

Tomura must’ve noticed that fact as well because the next moment, the hand that pushed your back down moved up and grabbed your hair, pulling you up so your face was angled towards the camera. Your eyes flew open, a choked cry leaving you as you felt the burn on your scalp of your hair being pulled.

Right in front of you, you could see the red blinking light of the recoding camera and even though you wanted to close your eyes again, you found that the position made it impossible for you to do so.

So you had no choice but to stare into the camera as Tomura fucked you from behind while grunting and panting, your eyebrows furrowing as your eyes filled with tears.

After a minute of thrusting and you getting slammed against the desk again and again, Tomura leaned forward to read some more comments, his face erupting into a cackle when he read one of them.

“They’re saying I’m not taking care of you,” he told you, pulling at your hair some more so your head leant on his shoulder. “Saying you look like you’re not enjoying yourself.” He let go of your hair which caused you to fall forward onto the desk, almost slamming your head on the wood. “Let’s change that, shall we?”

With those words, his right hand began snaking around your waist, moving down so he could rub at your clit. His other hand pulled your back against his chest, giving the camera a better view and himself some more room to move his hand around your little nub.

At first, it was easy to ignore the touches on your clit, instead focusing on your uncomfortable position but then, he moved his fingers in a way that teased your clit just right and your mouth flew open as a loud moan left your lips.

“Ahh, so that’s what gets you going,” he laughed, immediately repeating the motion and trying to get you to make some more noises. You tried to hold back the sounds, tried to force yourself to close your mouth so no more moans and whimpers could escape you, but Tomura simply moved his hand on your chest upwards, pushing two of his fingers inside you mouth so it would stay open.

His thrusts had increased in speed again, his dick rubbing against your g-spot as his hands teased your clit and you felt yourself getting closer and closer to your peak.

You moved your body and tried to angle your hips in a way that would made Tomura’s actions at least a bit more bearable but he noticed right away and made sure that you could not escape the orgasm that was building inside of you.

“Fuck, you’re getting even tighter,” he rasped, out of breath due to his insane pace. “Are you gonna cum around my dick?” He laughed at your pained expression, letting out a grunt as your walls began twitching around him.

“Yeah, just like that. Cream around that villain dick like the hero slut you are,” he groaned, feeling himself edging closer and closer to orgasm as well.

With one last effort, you tried to move away and stop his hand from pushing you over the edge but it was useless and with a cry, you came on his dick, the tears you had held back the entire time running down your face as your body twitched and convulsed, milking his cock like some desperate bitch in heat.

Tomura let out a choked groan, pumping into you a few more time as he announced that he was going to fill your slutty pussy with his cum, before you could feel his dick twitching inside you. You wanted to shout, wanted to beg him to at least not cum inside but his hand was still in your mouth and so you simply cried in silence as his warmth spread through you and began dripping out of your pussy.

Tomura let out a shuddering breath as he calmed down from his high, falling down in his seat and taking you with him. His dick began to get flaccid and with a plopping sound the pulled it out of your abused cunt, spreading your pussy lips for your audience to show them the copious amounts of cum that now dripped out of your slit and down your ass.

“Next time,” Tomura laughed as he pushed his cum back inside with two of his fingers. “Let’s try out that back entrance of yours.” He teasingly let his finger circle around your cum-covered asshole while you simply lay on his chest, motionless except for your harsh breaths and the sobs leaving your body.

He wiped his gooey fingers on your chest before he leaned forward to grab his computer mouse, waving to the camera one last time and telling his audience he hoped they had enjoyed the show before he cut the stream and the red light of the camera turned off.

 ____________________________________________

When the screen turned black, back at the agency Katsuki slammed a fist on the table. He didn’t want to watch one of his coworkers violated but they needed to make sure you weren’t killed while his colleague on the desk worked on tracing the IP.

Katsuki whipped his head up, shouting over to the other pro-hero. “Did you fucking trace the stream?!”

It was silent for a minute while his colleague typed furiously, trying his hardest to get a location.

“…no.”

Katsuki’s scream of rage could be heard through the entire agency.

[xtrrdnrypotato]

Bakugo x chubby reader

Katsuki Bakugo x chubby! female reader

TW: fluff, language, reader is insecure of her figure,

Note: This is my first piece so please go easy on me if I didn’t portray everything exactly. This is also a part of @heart-shaped-cheerios collab event, so go check her out. Also, I hope this fic makes you less insecure with yourself because whatever shape, form or size you are, you are perfect and you're the only one who can do you. Also, if some of the lines sound familiar to you, that's probably because I took some inspiration from Yagami Yato hehe anyways I hope you enjoy

WC: 2.7 k

You stared longingly at Bakugo again for the umpteenth time, your food untouched.

"Y/n!" your friend, Mina, called again, and your attention snapped to her.

"Oh, sorry, what was it?" you asked her, and you swore she looked so close to facepalming herself.

"I said, you still haven't touched your food. Quit daydreaming about Bakugo and start eating!" she said, almost yelled, and you shushed her quickly.

"Shh! Mina, don't talk too loud or he might hear you," you said, glancing quickly at the said boy to make sure his attention wasn't on you guys. Mina sighed exasperatedly.

"Y/n, how many times have I told you, just tell him your feelings. This is our last year in UA. If you don't tell him now how you feel, you may never get the chance to do so," she said, softer this time and you sighed.

"I know, but, you know how I feel about myself," you answered, looking down at your body. "And besides, he's probably not even in the slightest bit interested in me," you added as you took a bite off of your food.

"Hey, you never know! Who knows, maybe secretly, he's also daydreaming about you when you're not looking." You could clearly hear the mischief in her tone and you shook your head.

"Yeah right, as if," you mumbled as you kept eating, unaware of the vermilion eyes staring at you with a somewhat doting look.

It was your dreaded time of the day again. Training. You hated it when it's time for training, hated it when you don your hero costume, hated how you're fully aware you probably look round as hell in it, and hated the fact that Bakugo has to see you in it. But seeing Bakugo in his hero costume somehow made your hatred for training a little more bearable. You were so caught up in your thoughts that you almost missed it when Aizawa-sensei announced that you would have to go against Bakugo. Almost.

"Wait, what?!" you gasped as soon as you realized what your teacher said.

"Is there any problem?" Aizawa asked sternly and you gulped, shaking your head.

"N-none, sir."

"Good. Now, everyone, get ready," he said.

"Mina, Mina, Mina! I'm going up against Bakugo," you said to your best friend, clinging to her arm frantically. She immediately looked at you.

"Wait, really?"

"Yes! Oh, what do I do, what do I do?" you panicked as you thought of ways on how to avoid making yourself look like a complete and utter fool.

"Relax. Everything's going to be fine. Just, try not to look like a fool and do your best. Don't think of him as Bakugo, your crush. For now, think of him as Bakugo, someone you have to go against," Mina said as she rubbed your shoulders to help you calm down and that seemed to do the trick. With a deep breath, you nodded and smiled.

"You're right! Thanks, Mina," you said.

"Welcome, now go and get ready. You're up for one heck of a training," she grinned and you rolled your eyes playfully, thanking her once again before leaving to get ready.

Meanwhile, Bakugo watched as you started getting ready.

"Oi, Bakugo, quit staring at Y/n and get yourself ready," Denki teased, flustering the spiky haired blonde.

"Shut up! I'm not staring at her!" he denied as he geared himself up. Denki and Kirishima glanced at each other with a knowing look, before bursting into laughter. Bakugo looked at them with furrowed brows.

"What the hell is wrong with you two?!" he demanded. His eyes suddenly widened as Kirishima put an arm around him.

"Come on, Bakugo, no need to deny! We all do that, you're not alone," Kirishima said, to which Denki agreed.

"Yeah, dude! I always do that to Jiro," he said with a shit-eating grin. Bakugo looked at them incredulously before shaking off Kirishima's arm around him.

"Shut up, both of you!" He was about to deny more when Sero suddenly entered.

"Yeah, if you look closely, Bakugo's a bit softer with Y/n," he casually stated as he put on his helmet. Bakugo's eyes widened once more before he let out an exasperated groan and pushed his friends out of the way.

No, can't be. I'm not softer with her. Tsk, damn Soy Sauce Face.

"Next up, Katsuki Bakugo and Y/n L/n!" you heard Aizawa announce and you stood up nervously, sparing one last glance at Mina, who nodded firmly. With a sigh, you headed to the center of the gym.

"Good luck, Bakugo," you smiled at him and he responded with a simple tsk, before getting in position. As soon as you heard the signal to start, you immediately backed away from Bakugo, activating your quirk just in time for one of his explosions. You quickly attempted to kick his leg to knock him off balance, but he easily avoided your attack and landed an explosion on your back, sending you to the ground. Wiping the dirt off of your face, you stood up and decided to lunge at him. He easily avoided your attacks, until you managed to find an opening. As you were about to punch him, he suddenly grabbed one of your hands and flung you to the ground, face first. You could feel your stomach growling from lack of food this morning, but you still willed yourself to stand up and brace for one more attack. However, just as you were to get up, you felt your knees weakening and before you knew it, you fell to the ground, stomach hurting too much for you to make a move.

Bakugo was determined to prove to his friends that he wasn't soft for anyone, especially not with you, but as soon as he saw your knees starting to buckle, his determined look suddenly softened until he saw you on the ground, seemingly crumpling in pain. He stood there at first, shocked and unable to comprehend what happened, before he walked to you and started lifting you up.

You were curled up on the ground in pain, hands clutching your growling tummy, when you suddenly felt someone starting to carry you. You were just about to open your mouth to protest when you saw the face of the one carrying you.

"B-Bakugo?!" You gasped. He simply ignored you and started walking towards the door and you started freaking out internally. Oh shit, I'm heavy, I'm heavy!!

"Bakugo, put me down! This is embarrassing!" You hissed at him but he still looked completely unmoved.

"Bakugo, put me the hell down! I'm too heavy!" You complained again as you started thinking of ways on how to free yourself from him when he suddenly glared at you.

"Shut up, damn brat. Are you underestimating me?" he asked and you shook your head. Never did it once cross your mind to underestimate him.

"Good. Then shut up and let me do this," he said and you said no more, remaining silent until you reached the infirmary.

You couldn't help but wince as Recovery Girl kissed your cheek. Bakugo brought you to the infirmary, then left as soon as the old healing lady attended to you.

"You children, obsessed with being skinny and all. Look at what you're doing to yourselves," the woman reprimanded you as you remained silent. The silence was soon broken though when your best friend Mina entered the room.

"Y/n!! I was so worried about you. What happened? Are you okay?" she asked consecutively as she ran by your side. You waved her off with a laugh.

“Yes, I’m fine, don’t worry,” she answered with a smile. Mina seemed relieved with your answer, but her frown remained.

“Now, woman, you have some explaining to do to me. Why are you starving yourself?” she asked sternly and your smile slowly dissipated.

“How’d you know?” you murmured, avoiding your friend’s eyes. You heard her audibly gasp.

“So you are starving yourself. God, why Y/n?” she asked, sounding both exasperated and concerned. You remained silent, ashamed of yourself.

“Y/n, come on, answer me!”

“Because I want to be like you guys! You all have the ideal bodies, slim and curvy, while here’s my chubby ass. So I thought, maybe I could try starving myself so I could be more like you guys,” you retorted as you tried to hold back the tears threatening to leave your eyes.

Bakugo was about to enter your room when he heard another voice from inside. Tsk, Raccoon-eyes. Still, instead of leaving, he decided to stay outside the door, eavesdropping on the conversation. Tsk, I shouldn’t be here, he thought to himself despite what he’s currently doing. What he heard next though was something he never thought you’d say.

Mina gaped at you, aghast before she suddenly hugged you.

"What are you talking about, silly? You don't have to be like us, Y/n. Yes, you may be chubby, but that’s part of your charm,” she said in an attempt to comfort her.

“No, I..of course it’s easy for you to say that. Look at you,” you pouted, motioning to her slim pink body.

“I’m pink. Yes, I’m slim, but I’m pink. Despite how my body shape looks, I’m still pink, unlike you and Uraraka and others. But you guys still befriended me, right?” she asked and you nodded.

“Of course! I mean, you may be pink but you’re fun to talk to, and you’re nice,” you added, which made her smile sheepishly.

“You really think so?” she asked teasingly before bursting into giggles. Staring at her, you couldn’t help but snicker as well.

“But kidding aside, now you get my point?” Mina asked as she stopped laughing. Wiping the corner of your eye, you nodded.

“I guess?” you answered with a slight grin. Mina looked at you with an “are you serious” look and you giggled.

“Well, I think that’s the best I can get from you for now. But once you’re out of here, I’m going to whip you into shape! And I don’t mean physically! Got it?” she asked in a bossy tone, her hands on her hips. Your slight grin turned into a full fledged smile and you nodded. Mina’s serious yet playful look softened and she hugged you once again, before finally leaving you alone in the clinic.

Mina shook her head as she closed the clinic door behind her.

“She’s always so stubborn,” she muttered to herself. When she looked up, she was surprised to see Bakugo.

“Oh, Bakugo, are you visiting Y/n?” she asked. He didn’t answer, which made her grin.

“She’s up, don’t worry. Get in there, I know she’s also looking for you,” she added and the blonde looked at her with an inquisitive brow raised as Mina held her hands up in surrender and moved out of the way. With a tsk, Bakugo was about to enter when Mina talked again.

“You should probably tell her how you feel already. It’s starting to get out of hand, you know,” she teased. She can obviously see him tense up, before letting out a low growl and opening the door, quickly closing the door behind him, making Mina chuckle.

Your eyes were closed as you pondered your best friend’s words when you heard the door open.

“Mina, I thought-” you were cut short when you saw Bakugo enter. You quickly straightened and cleared your throat.

“H-hey, Bakugo,” you said with an awkward laugh.

“Wh-what are..you doing here?” you asked, seeing as he didn’t respond to your first statement. He remained silent and you were starting to get annoyed by his behavior.

“Seriously, why are you-”

“How are you?” he cut you short and you closed your mouth before responding again.

“I-I’m good. Recovery Girl told me I can go out by today, I just need to take a small rest,” you answered and he nodded thoughtfully. You tried to look for more things to say, but couldn’t find any and so you decided to shut up.

“I..” Bakugo said before pausing quickly, as if hesitating what to say next. He cleared his throat before talking again.

“I..overheard what you and Mina were talking about earlier,” he stated and you looked at him, eyes wide before shaking yourself off.

“You did?” you asked and he simply nodded. Great, now you’re probably thinking of how pathetic I am, you couldn’t help but think.

“Why?” he asked, breaking your train of thoughts.

“Wh-what do you mean..why?”

“Why would you try to change yourself? Why would you do such a thing to the point that it almost got you in trouble?” he asked, and you were pretty sure you could hear concern in his voice. You remained quiet though, embarrassed as you looked down to your hands.

“Why?” he repeated himself, firmer this time and you looked up at him.

“So you’d take a second glance at me!” you shot back and he furrowed his brows, as if he didn’t understand what you meant.

“I did that..so you know, you would notice me,” you paused, considering your words before resuming. “I’ve liked you for some time now, Bakugo, but I thought..you wouldn’t notice me or take a second glance at me, because of how I look. Because, let’s be honest, I pale in comparison with the other girls in our class. So I tried being like them, so maybe you’d like me back,” you said, tears welling up in your eyes. He remained speechless for a long time, and you sighed. You’ve only made a fool of yourself.

“Look, I know it sounds pathetic, so could you please just leave me-”

“Idiot,” he mumbled and you looked at him, aghast.

“Excuse me?” you asked, incredulous. After that confession, he’d just call you an idiot?!

“You’re an idiot. You’re an idiot for thinking that you need to be like them in order for me to like you. You’re an idiot for thinking that I wouldn’t take a second glance at you because of how you look. You’re an idiot for even thinking that I didn’t like you in the first place,” he added and you looked at him, confused.

“Wha-? What are you talking about?” you asked him, visibly confused.

“You really are a dumbass, huh?”

“One more insult and I’ll kick you out.”

“How could you not notice? All my friends have been telling me that I’ve been so obvious, but I guess I wasn’t obvious enough,” he answered and you only gaped at him, even more lost.

“What do you mean “obvious”? What the hell are you talking about?” you asked, starting to get annoyed.

“I like you, dumbass!” he finally yelled and your eyes widened, taken aback. He saw your shocked expression and decided to continue.

“I like you because you’re cheerful, you’re smart, you’re kind, you’re helpful. I like you because you still manage to smile even after all the insults you get from others. I like you because you’re you. So when I heard that you were starving yourself because you wanted to look like the others, I knew I had to do something. You don’t need to be like them for me to notice you, because it’s you who I like. I wouldn’t like you if you were like them. And I don’t care if you think you’re too fat or too chubby or whatever because to me, you’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen. And you just need to see that,” he said, the words flowing out of him so effortlessly. When he looked at you, he could see tears in your eyes again.

“Tsk, making me say stuff like that,” he said and before you knew it, he pulled you in a hug.

“So don’t go trying to change yourself, okay? If you really want to, I’d respect that. But do it for yourself. Not because you want to be like someone else, but because you want to be you. Got it?” he said as he hugged you tightly and you couldn’t help but tear up more.

“Are you saying this because it’s what you really mean, or because you just pity me?” you asked with a slight laugh.

“Shut up, dumbass. You know I don’t do things half-assed, and I wouldn’t say all this stuff if it’s just out of pity, so you better appreciate it,” he mumbled and you couldn’t help but smile.

“I do appreciate it,” you answered and you swear you could feel him smile.

“Good. Now shut up..and let me hug you,” he said, holding you tighter and at that moment, you knew you couldn’t be any happier.

[nyxs-sins]

What/Who they Watch on Deviltube

Lucifer:

The man doesn’t have time to sleep, much less watch Deviltube.

Even if he did have the time, he wouldn’t spend it watching Deviltube.

But this is a fictional headcanon so let’s say he did open Deviltube.

He’d listen to classical music of course, and maybe some from the Human World.

His guilty pleasure, however, is watching people like Lindsey Stirling.

He likes the music and loves the dancing.

He will die before he admits that he ever opened the app though.

Mammon:

This is probably one of Mammon’s most used apps.

He’ll watch anything from 5 Minute Crafts, to various channels about get rich quick schemes and avoiding consequences.

Not that any of them work.

Doesn’t stop him from watching them though!

Or trying them…

One of them is bound to work, right?!

Levi:

He watches anime.

He watches anime theories.

He watches people like The Game Theorists.

He streams.

But what people don’t know it that he also watches videos that teach sewing and art.

And anything that happens to catch his eye.

He learned sword fighting from Deviltube.

Also listens to ASMRs.

Satan:

Cat videos.

Funny cat videos.

Videos that challenge your pet cat.

Meditation music to try to find his inner peace and not destroy the House of Lamentation this Monday.

E-Books, but only when he’s sleeping.

“How to” videos on anything from best torture methods to best pranks to pull on prideful demons.

History videos on ancient torture methods.

He loves detective channels and things like 5 Second Riddles.

Also dramas.

Asmo:

Listens to people like Yagami Yato (if you’re a hater please just ignore this one please. I don’t want there to be an argument in the comments).

He loves ASMRs.

Especially the spicy ones.

Also streams but his are less innocent.

Has gotten banned and blocked many times but he just creates new accounts.

Beel:

He never really watches Deviltube.

On the rare occasion he does open it he’s watches Fangol matches.

He used to watch cooking shows, but Lucifer banned him from doing that after he ate his fifth phone that week.

Other than that, he doesn’t really watch it.

He’s said so himself that he hardly spends any time on his phone.

Belphie:

He tends to open Deviltube in the late hours of the night, when everyone else is asleep and he’s finally waking up.

He loves those videos of people getting hurt and having bad days at work.

Things like guys getting hit in the jewels, cars falling into sinkholes, children getting knocked over.

He has a dark sense of humor and will laugh for hours at these videos.

He’ll also listen to sleep aids though.

Diavolo:

Barbatos has banned him from watching Deviltube.

Of course that hasn’t stoped the Crowned Prince of Hell.

He loves watching silly tropes that he then makes Lucifer and his brothers do with the exchange students.

He also likes watching musical tributes of the brothers, mainly Lucifer.

Barbs:

“How to Control the Prince of Hell”

“How to get the Prince of Hell to do his Paperwork”

“How to Stop the Prince of Hell from pulling Stupid Stunts”

In all seriousness, he doesn’t have the time to watch Deviltube, but if he did, those would be he most viewed videos.

Simeon:

Was introduced to channels like 5 Second Riddles as a joke by Solomon and Satan.

Is now invested.

Watches it almost as often as Satan.

Other than that he doesn’t really open the app.

There’s no gospel channels on Deviltube.

Luke:

Cooking videos.

That’s all he watches.

Sometimes he watches cute dog vines but don’t call him out on it he will bite you.

Spends WAY too much time in the app.

Simeon started taking away his phone because of it.

Solomon:

He’s a mix between Belphie and Satan.

He has a really dark sense of humor and gets a kick out of seeing others fail in their day to day endeavors.

He also pulls inspiration from all the prank videos he watches.

Will watch a funny cat video from time to time.

[thewallflowersdrabbles]

Sunlight Kisses

—in which Tohru Oikawa met an exchange student in uni, and he found himself being taught how to love thyself. the prologue is inspired by Yagami Yato’s Little Cutie Oikawa x Listener ASMR consider reading this on AO3 too!

PROLOGUE

If it wasn’t because of the sunlight, Tohru Oikawa would have mistaken her eye color for black. It wasn’t. The pair that was currently staring at him was the darkest shade of brown he had ever seen. What made it more unnerving was the fact that she never blinked. 

"Can I... help you with something?" he asked slowly, like how he would if he was faced with a deranged person. He glanced at Iwaizumi, a long time friend of his, for help. The latter could only shrug his shoulders. 

"Yes," was the girl's reply. "I heard you're close with Tobio Kageyama. Um, I'm just wondering if I can ask for his number?" 

His junior's name was enough to make his blood boil but to be labeled as someone close to him? He was seconds away from throwing hands. It wasn't even noon and someone already managed to ruin his mood. How unfortunate it was a little cutie like her too. 

Oikawa was startled when Iwaizumi spoke up for him. "They were rivals. They're not really friends." 

A conflict of emotions was visible on her face for a millisecond. Surprise. Confusion. Regret. Though she settled with guilt in a frown. To the two boys' astonishment, she bowed her head and apologized profusely. Her diction in Japanese was a little off but it was the thought that counted. Personally, Oikawa was taken aback when someone apologized to him in regards to Tobio-chan. He got used to being the one who did the apologizing. 

He chuckled, patting the girl's head in either affection or mockery. He himself didn't know, but he did voice out his thoughts. "You wouldn't be doing that if you knew our history." 

"Excuse me?" she replied with a raised brow. Her hands disappeared in her pockets, making Oikawa hum in delight when she didn't push his hand off of her. 

In his peripherals, he could see Iwaizumi throwing him a worried glance. He was concerned, and he should be, knowing how he usually gets when it comes to the younger setter. Oikawa just grinned. 

"Well you see, little lady. Tobio-chan was a junior of mine back in middle school and I almost beat the shit out of him back then." It was a story almost everyone from his middle school knew. People's reactions were either of the two: one, they find the action cool and hot; or two, they get so scared of him they run away. He wondered which path she would take. 

When the unnamed girl didn't bolt out of their table, Oikawa almost sighed waiting for the gushing. He would be a liar if he said he didn't like compliments but receiving it as a response to that mistake— well, he'd rather they take it back. 

Her frown deepened as she looked at him more intensely. "Were you a bully in middle school?" 

"Uh, no. I don't think so." Iwaizumi scowled but he ignored him.

"So, were you provoked?" 

"What?" His words came out breathless. It was cliché to say that she was different from everyone, but she was. No one but Iwaizumi took the time of the day to know the reason behind the squabble. They would often jump to conclusions once he told them about it but here she was, asking things he was never asked before. 

His voice was shaky but he managed to smile. "I don't remember." 

"Then, did you do it again?" Her tone was direct, as if asking a professor about a problem she couldn’t understand. There was a hint of nonchalance on her inquiries but the look on her face told him she was taking their conversation seriously. He could feel his heart beat getting irregular and just what is this feeling? 

He shook his head, a little unsure, afraid that he was only imagining the small girl in front of him. If he reached out, would she disappear? He was sure he would regret it if she suddenly turned into smoke once the tip of his finger touched her skin, like starting to wake up from a wonderful dream he almost never had in his life. 

He was broken out of his stupor when she grumbled. The girl looked pissed off and Oikawa immediately tried to recall if he had said or done anything that would have offended her. However, contrary to his belief, the problem lay with a different person for once. Not him. 

"Now I feel worse," she said in a whiny tone. She noticed their confused looks and she scratched her cheek. "Well, I wouldn’t have brought it up if I knew you have bad memories about Kageyama-san. Ah, no, scratch that. I shouldn't have said anything in the first place even if it's part of my initiation rights. I sincerely apologize for my behavior. That was rude of me." 

None of them spoke after that for at least a minute. The girl shifted her gaze away from them while the two boys could only stare at each other in disbelief. This girl— this stranger— was absolutely interesting! Oikawa felt lightheaded when he laughed so carefree. Someone's honesty, for once, didn't make him uncomfortable and instead as if he was now worth something. Worth her apologies; worth her consideration. It was so freeing to be looked at by a person who didn't paint a full picture of him by bits and pieces of information gathered from everyone else but him. He realized then that he could get addicted to that high. 

Someone called out a name and the girl turned to its direction. She waved at the group of girls not far from them and glanced back at the two men. "Um, anyway, forget what I said about Kageyama-san's number. And I'm really sorry—" 

"That's it?" Oikawa cut her off. Iwaizumi slapped his shoulder, eyes blazing, telling him not to do whatever it was he was thinking. But it was too late. The setter was already falling down the rabbit hole called— what was her name again? 

"Pardon?" she replied in surprise. 

"I mean, after what you’ve done, did you think you could just walk away after an apology?" 

Her mouth hung open in realization. Oikawa could almost see the gears turning in her head and he bit back a smile when she offered to buy him lunch at the very least. He would have joked about it being a date but there was something about the girl that said she might end up avoiding him instead. That would ruin his plans for the future. 

As if coming to a conclusion, he snapped his fingers. "How about dinner tonight instead?" 

The rejection came fast and Oikawa was a little hurt by it. "I have important matters to attend to tonight." What? Was he not important? She was the one who approached him and offended him by asking about Tobio-chan! But he recovered fast when she listed her free time, like tomorrow. 

"Tomorrow then. We'll meet here after your last class," Oikawa enthusiastically replied, all smiles and charms. 

She nodded, waving in farewell to them and running to her friends. However, before she could get so far, Oikawa found himself holding her arm. “I didn’t get your name and your number.”

The girl dropped the questioning gaze she sent him almost immediately. She clicked her fingers, lips on the verge of laughter, he could tell. “Sorry, sorry. I totally forgot. May I?” 

He gave her his phone automatically, completely forgetting about the barrages of text messages from different girls who got his number. His attention was solely focused on the way she popped her lips and her quick fingers sliding across his screen. Half of his mind was hyper fixated on her hand which he took and wasn’t planning to drop anytime soon. He never knew someone’s hand could be this soft and warm; it felt foreign but comfortable.

“Oikawa-san?” The girl jolted him out of his thoughts. He gazed up at her a little wide-eyed. “I’m going to need my hand back.”

He blinked, trying to process her words. It took him about a minute to reluctantly let her go. He suddenly felt cold. “You know my name?”

“Who doesn’t know you, Tohru Oikawa?” the girl quickly replied. There wasn’t a hint of a smile on her face but her eyes spoke wonders. Oikawa couldn’t help but stare even after she turned around and ran away to her friends. It took a bag being thrown by Iwaizumi to him to get himself back on Earth and when she disappeared from his view, her name flashing on his phone was his only reminder that he wasn’t dreaming at all.

[haikyuu-boys-headcanons]

NSFW/first time for Yamaguchi and Suga if that’s okay :o

hehe i did yamaguchi, here! here’s suga though <33 (i kinda used yagami yato’s idea from the “rainy date” audio for inspiration for the scene)

𝚂𝚄𝙶𝙰𝚆𝙰𝚁𝙰

suga’s just such a passionate lover, and such a passionate person in general. he loves love! 

the sex would most likely be spontaneous, but that just makes it all the more special

he’s so in love with you man, he wants to make this special for both of you

suga (like kuroo) has prior knowledge about sex, like what he’s seen in movies and stuff :)

you two probably have a special spot, like a gazebo. it’s at his parents place, and you two go there a lot when his parents aren’t by. you two spend a lot of time there together, he even asked you out there! it’s right by a lake, so it’s a beautiful place to view the lake

 the windows are perfectly blurred so :))

he invites you on a date to the park by the gazebo to have a picnic

picnic leads to kithes :)

and more kithes

and even more kithes :)))

suddenly, it starts raining, so you two run the gazebo, still desiring more from each other, so you begin to make out

your bodies are wet and cold from the rain, yet so hot from lust

he’s muttering love confessions as he helps you unbutton your blouse

he’s got you sitting up on the edge of the picnic table, as he’s standing with your legs hooked around him

he wants to, he really wants to. he can’t take it anymore

“can i? is it okay? yeah?” he’s so breathless, such a sight to see

he’s like 5.6 inches maybe? but really good girth, fills you up perfectly

such a soft moaner he got the prettiest moans

more sweet talk than dirty talk :)

cums twice. kinda overstimulates himself, but it’s because he doesn’t want this moment to end. ever. your so beautiful, all breathless and blushy for him

holds your hands as you both cum :)

[vixenpen]

To Resist Temptation pt.2

(Priest! Hawks x Succubus Reader)

(Like I said in my previous post, this fic has religious themes and is pretty blasphemous. If you don’t like that, please avoid! Inspired in part by Yagami Yato’s Incubus Hawks! Audio)

Keigo snatched you out of the confessional booth, and pulled you into a crushing embrace. His hands roamed your waist and settled on the small of your back as he pressed his lips against yours.

“Mmm!” You hummed in surprise

The young priest took that opportunity to slide his tongue into your mouth.

He was radiating lust.

When he pulled away from you, a string of saliva connected your lips to one another. His golden eyes bored into yours.

“Are you ready to repent for your sins?” He asked in a harsh whisper.

“Yes, father.” You raked your fingers through the soft blonde hair at the nape of his neck, relishing the spike of pleasure it seemed to incite in him.

“Do you want to walk in the light of God?”

“Yes.”

“Yes what?”

“Yes father.”

He quirked a thick brow expectantly.

“Yes daddy.“

He moaned, hoisting you up and wrapping your soft thighs around his waist.

“I’ll show you what God looks like. How good his salvation feels through me.” He groaned against your jaw, grinding against you.

You sighed as his cool lips ghosted your neck.

“Then show me, God.”

With that, you effectively broke Keigo’s last thread of restraint.

He walked you to the door of the room and locked it, slamming your back against it. His breath came out ragged and shaky as he dug his teeth into your neck.

“Show me,” he mumbled against your flushed skin, “show me how badly you want God’s forgiveness. His mercy.”

He lowered you to your feet, coaxing you on your knees in front of his erection.

“Yes God.” You replied.

Body shivering with excitement, your nimble fingers worked Keigo’s dick out of his trousers.

It was so yummy looking. Thick and veiny and dripping with pre. You started from the bottom, slurping his sack into your mouth and juggling it around with your hot tongue.

Keigo groaned.

You slid the muscle along the underside of his dick, before swirling it along the head.

“That’s it,” he encouraged you, placing a hand on the back of your head. “Submit to me.”

You moaned on his dick. Your sex clenched with need.

“Oh, you like that do you?” Keigo chuckled at your response. “You really are a whore aren’t you? I saw it on you when you came in. Ah!”

Your soft hands twisted along his thick shaft in tandem with you hot, slurping mouth.

“You like that, hm? Hearing the truth from God’s lips? Ohhh, shhhit.”

He knees were buckling now. The ecstasy your mouth was providing him had his legs shaking. He clenched your head harder, rocking his hips into the inviting heat.

“Come on,” he stammered, “sh-show me how much you want this. Make me come.”

You gripped his balls adding more stimulation, loving the juxtaposition of the smooth skin on his hard manhood and the way it flexed in your mouth. The taste of him on your tongue and the burn in your pussy. He was reaching that climax. You could feel it, and it excited you.

With a loud curse, the priest came in your mouth, hard. Hot cum slid down your tongue.

His head was thrown back in his ecstasy. You gazed up at him. He was truly one of the most beautiful humans you had ever seen. Beauty was nothing novel amongst incubi and succubus, but full mortals? Well, it was a different story.

Finally, he looked down at you.

“What do we say, when we receive a gift, whore?”

“Thank you.” You replied, obediently. “Thank you God.”

Just the sight of you on your knees like that, calling him your God, had him stirring again.

“Such a good and obedient little jezebel. Why don’t you recite a prayer for me, Jezebel?”

“What...what would you have me recite, daddy?”

“Revelation 2:20 and Kings 21:23. A whore like you should be familiar with that one.”

Your mouth dropped into a surprised “O” as you racked your brain for the passages.

“But I have this against you, that you tolerate that woman, Jezebel, who calls herself a prophetess and...and...”

Keigo’s face melted into something like condescension and adoration. He smiled as he gripped your jaw.

“Come now, Jezebel, you have to know the scriptures written about women like you. Or do you need me to teach you?”

“I need you to teach me, daddy.”

“Fuck.” He knelt down with you, laying you on your back against the rough, carpet of the floor. “Such a temptress.”

He spread your legs and gazed at the juices coating your sex with a lick of his lips.

“Not even wearing panties.” He was back at attention now, and poising his cock head at your gripping entrance. “You really are a dirty, temptress aren’t you?”

When he dove into you it sent that fire burning in your core whooshing throughout your entire being.

“Oh, GOD!” You cried out, back arching.

The same smothering, all encompassing heat wrapped around Keigo as well. It stunned him; rendering him immobile for nearly a minute. Your pussy hugged him like nothing he had ever felt. The world slipped away. There was only the intense heat and velvety grip of your cunt.

This was beyond pleasure. This was euphoric.

“God?” Your lips trembled. “Won’t you fuck me?”

Shit.

Finally, mercifully, he began to pump into you, drawing out loud moans from you. The most beautiful sound Keigo had ever heard.

“F-fuccck, Jezebel,” He managed to grunt between his thrusts. “You feel so good. It’s unreal. it’s unnatural.”

Your pussy creamed and convulsed around him. It was as if every pump, every thrust, every squeeze translated itself into electricity that coursed through you both. It sent your senses on end.

He held one of your legs up above your head as he lowered himself chest to chest with your body, keeping his intense gaze on you the whole while.

“That woman, Jezebel, ahhh-who calls herself a prophetess, fuckkk, and is teaching and seducing my servants to practice sexual immorality and to eat food sacrificed to idols.” Keigo recited, golden locks tickling your face and his eyes boring into yours. “Say it back to me.”

You tried your hardest to as he picked up the pace. He pummeled into your coaxing walls with such force that your tits bounced. He urged you to continue as his lips wrapped around the hard, sensitive nipples and sent tickles of pleasure zipping through your body. His fat dick delivered sweet, harsh pressure against your cervix.

You clawed at his flexing back.

“Oh God, fuck yes, fuck yes, fucckkk!” You cried out.

“Beg me, Jezebel,” Keigo hissed in your ear. “Beg for your salvation. Beg your god.”

“May I, aha! May I come, God? Please? Please, please, please? I wanna cum.”

In reality, you were cumming. Over and over and over again. Keigo felt it too. The familiar creaming and squeezing of his cock. However, he was purposely stuttering his rhythm. Denying you that final earth shattering orgasm.

“Is that the best you can do? Hmm, slut? For the way you came in and made me stray? The way you tempted me?” He wrapped a large hand around your throat, choking off your air supply.

His amber eyes hovered in your vision. Your eyes rolled from the pleasure. The way it hurt so good.

“You made a holy man stray, you made me sin, whore.” He spat, his rough voice was growing manic as were his thrusts. “So beg. Beg for your salvation. Succubus slut.”

You sobbed. It felt too good. It wasn’t enough. You needed that final release. You burned for it.

So you detached your bloodied nails from the priests muscular back and gripped his golden hair. You clenched your soft thighs around his sides. You tapped into your power, other hand squeezing the back of his neck. Your sharp teeth latched on to his earlobe.

“God,” you whimpered, “pleasssse give me your salvation. Let me submit to you fully. Mind, body, and soul.”

That was it. The priest’s humanity slipped entirely. His trim hips snapped forward, thick dick beating your sopping, gripping sex to a pulp. He was snarling and grunting.

And if you could think straight, you could almost find the sight beautiful.

This beautiful human turning into a feral sex crazed beast right before your eyes.

The orgasm, when it hit, was transcendent. Like Nothing you had ever felt before and certainly nothing Keigo had ever felt.

It sent you both spiraling. First up, then down and back again. Your cunt held his throbbing dick in place. Taking him on the full body ride. The two of you ricocheted in that bliss for what felt like hours until, finally, you both settled.

Keigo collapsed against you. His lips against your ear, you could hear his erratic breathing. His body convulsing against you as it tried to handle the pleasure it had just been assaulted with.

“Y-y-you,” he stuttered trying to find his voice. “What d-did you do t-t-to m-me?”

Stroking his hair, you hummed back. “Nothing father. Nothing you didn’t want.”

(Pt.1) (Pt.3)

(Art by: @kadeart)

[suckmybigtoeoikawa]

Haikyuu boys with singer s/o

Master list

Q:What would the boys do with a female singer s/o?

Lineup: Kuroo X reader, Tsukishima X reader, Tendou X reader, Terushima X reader

Warnings: NSFW comments

I’ll be suggesting songs from both kpop groups and just regular singers. You can decide whether you wanna be a Kpop idol or just a regular solo singer :)

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Kuroo

Songs: tyrant by Kali Uchis, Pray you catch me by Beyoncé, Psycho by red velvet, Control me by Colde

🐓: this totally wasn’t inspired by a certain yagami yato audio 👀

🐓: when he sees the performance for Tyrant HE WAS SHOOKETH

🐓: he would be totally lying if he didn’t get turned on watching it

🐓: He lives for the way your body rolls in music videos when your just vibing to songs

(Act like your Queen Uchis)

🐓: he will just watch you move

🐓: the day that music video comes out he is the first one to call you

🐓: the conversation goes like this

*ring ring*

Y/n: Hello ba-

Kuroo: GET YOUR BEAUTIFUL ASS OVER HERE

🐓: we all know where this leads to 😏

🐓: intense cuddles 🥰

🐓: when he heard you sing ‘pray you catch me’ he cried 🥲

🐓: on the inside ofc

🐓: he started to question himself

🐓: “am I not paying enough attention to her?” “Did I do something wrong?” “is there something I’m not noticing about her?”

🐓: all thoes questiins led him wanting to talk to you

🐓: I feel like Kuroo is the type to actually wanna say things face to face and not have thing go un-said

🐓: you had to explain to him that the song was from a while ago and you just figured out how to match it with a beat and all that jazz

🐓: the song had nothing to do with a bad relationship between you two

🐓: He was so relieved 😅

🐓: when he saw you in the psycho music video

🐓: REEEEEEEE

🐓: “GOT ME FEELIN LIKE A PSYCHO”

🐓: he won’t stop singing it around you 🙄✋🏾

🐓: his excuse “hey you shouldn’t have made a song so catchy, Chibi-Chan

Like alright bedhead 🧍🏾‍♀️

🐓: when he saw you sing control me

🐓:.....

🐓:........

🐓:....

🐓:.............

🐓:....

🐓: his...

🐓:fat.......

🐓:pervy.....

🐓:ass.......

🐓: forgot about three whole song just for the chorus

🐓: “ohhh so you want me to control you”

🐓: you: 👁👄👁

🐓: “Don’t worry Chibi-chan I got you”

🐓: we all know what happened next 😅

🐓: he try’s his best to come to your concerts

🐓: matter of fact You may have to hook ya boy up with sum tickets 😏

🐓: he may even ask for tickets for his team 👀👀👀👀👀👀👀

🐓: he only does this because he wants to show off that his very beautiful girlfriend is famous

🐓: all love in the end ☺️

Tsukishima

Songs: insane by Maddison McFerrin, Wavy by SZA, Butterfly by Loona, Fairy of Shampoo by Txt

🥽: he acts as if he doesn’t care butttttttt he really does

🥽: he loves everyone of your songs

🥽: they live in his playlist rent free 🥳

🥽: he loves your style of music

🥽: he’ll tell you that but like ofc he’s Tsukishima so like it’s gonna come out in a insult or like ‘why tf would you say that’ type of way

🥽: ex: “your lucky I don’t break up with you, because you music is to good”

Like what?-

🥽: maybe he wouldn’t say that but if he did he only means well ��

🥽: if you ever make music videos to you songs he will love it

🥽: he’s like the first viewer every time 😌

🥽: his personal favorite music video of yours is buttery (by loona)

🥽: MMMMMHMHHMHMMH THE COORDINATION

🥽: but the song he puts in repeat the most by you is wavy (or your favorite song, the songs are just there for suggestions)

🥽: he loves your voice dearly

🥽: he wouldn’t admit this but...

🥽: a lil birdy told you (his brother) that he sleeps listening to your music

🥽: SHEITTTT IM RUNNING LAPS THATS SO CUTE

🥽: when the team asks about you he kinda shows off a bit

🥽: 🫐: “ Is your girlfriend really famous??” 🥽: “ ofc she’s famous and she’s mine” 🫐 : “ then prove it” 🥽: “I don’t have to prove shit to you kageyama” 🫐: “okay then she’s not real”

🥽: lemme tell you how quick this man pulls out his phone

🥽: he showed all the receipts and then he called you and wowowowoowowiw the whole team was shooketh

🥽: “ they don’t think that I’m actually dating you 🙄✋🏾”

🥽: now if you both go the same school then yeah he still shows off

🥽: very subtle tho 😌

🥽: he always comes to your concerts

🥽: he has no problem with skipping practice just to see you

🥽: when you tease him about it then he starts to blush

(Stan Tsukii blushing)

🥽: Kuroo and Bokuto are especially happy for him

🥽: if anyone says anything that’s even slightly suggestive about you (🐓 *cough* 🐓*cough* kur-) best believe they will catch them paws

(IM ROLLINGGG THIS GIF !!!!)

🥽: he loves your music and you so win win (no WayV💀)

Tendou

Songs : lonely by Mac ayres, Accident by WOODZ, Window by noname, So what by loona

💋: HEEEE LIIIVVVVEEESSSS YOUR MUSIC

💋: yes y’all lives

💋: when you rap

💋: when you sing

💋: it makes him feel like he is on CLOUD NINEEEEE

💋: loves your voice a lil to much 👀

💋: constantly tells you “ you need to win an award for this type of singing”

💋: a favorite song of his ‘accident’

^ deadass him

💋: them high notes be hittin 😌

💋: shoot he may even flirt with you

“PaRaDiSe”

“Yes!!”

“Y’know I really liked that song you made”

“Oh fr!! Which one”

“Accident, wanna know why I like it so much”

“Sure 😃”

“Because you hit those same high notes in bed”

“👁👄👁”

(Let’s be honest Terushima would say the same thing 🧍🏾‍♀️)

💋: anyways when he heard you rap yo peace in Window (by noname)

💋: SHEITTTT HE LEARNED EVERY LYRIC

💋: he was so determined to learn it to omg

💋: he would play it constantly and listen to what you had to say

💋: some of the lyrics he would have to come to you for clarification

💋: the lyric: ‘you want a nasty bitch psychologist that cook like ya mama’

Tendou: “Hey paradise, what does this part mean”

You: “oh, it just is about what men expect from you, you know like to be a freak, cook and understand how your feel-”

Tendou: “it’s not about me is it🥺”

You: “OFC NOT 🥺”

💋: he was upset because he didn’t want to be a burden 🥲

💋: like ayo babe you are not a burden ✋🏾

💋: lots of cuddles that day you made him feel very very special that day 😌

💋: HE STAYSSSS BOPPING TO SO WHAT

💋: round of applause for that one right there

💋: he knows all your parts in that song and the chorus and that’s about it 💀💀

💋: hearing you speak out about your emotions in Lonely (by Mac ayres) made him really connect with you

💋: your often helping him and he’s usally coming out to you

💋: he was kind of confused on why you felt like that to because you never brought it up and you tell him everything

💋: “paradise”

“Yes Tendou”

“Are you okay?”

“Haha, yes why”

“I heard the song you made, Lonely”

“Oh uhm yeah I just made that when I a little bit upset, but J have you to make me happy 😃”

💋: made his whole day 😌

💋: “ I love you”

💋: on that note your music makes him happy 😃

Terushima

Songs: wait by Alex Isley, streets by Doja cat, Freak Victoria Monet , there was love Alex Isley

🍯: woahhh where do I start

🍯: freaky deaky

🍯: he’s nasty asf and what you learn from him reflects in your music

🍯: that really shows in the songs freak (by Victoria monet) and wait (by Alex Isley)

🍯: when he first heard the song freak....

🍯: girlllllll lemme just sayy you couldn’t walk for a week

🍯: babe you was on the whole ceiling 💀

🍯: he went wild and then after that he showed everyone the song, even his grandma 💀💀

🍯: he wants everyone to know what you did from him and that you belong to him

🍯: when we heard the song wait 😳

🍯: man this really wasn’t supposed to be like... that nasty or anything

🍯: but uhm.... he teased you so hard

🍯: not like in a friendly way but like sexually (BAHAAJJSJSHSJAJA)

🍯: in the song the lyrics go like: ‘don’t know how long I- wait wait wait’ if you hear the song you’ll understand

🍯: and mm mmm mmmmmmm he ate that shit all the way up

🍯: when he heard streets he actually asked you: “do you make songs to have sex to?”

🍯: like 🧍🏾‍♀️

🍯: uhmmmm chile anyways so

🍯: anywho aside from that he loves the song

🍯: he loves how he can just vibe to the song when he’s about to fall asleep or sum

🍯: I’m pretty sure that we can agree that he is pretty flirty

🍯: sometimes his flirty personality gets in the way and sometimes he doesn’t even realize when he’s being flirty

🍯: you kept on reminding him over and over again that you don’t like when he flirts with other girls

“ Teru I don’t like it when you flirt with other girls”

“Wait I’ve been flirt with other girls”

“Yes-”

“Oh I’m sorry baby”

🍯: after that he does it again 🙄

🍯: that drove you to write the song ‘there was love’ (by Alex Isley)

🍯: heart broke in half when he heard the song 🥲

🍯: he hugged you so quick with tears in his eyes

🍯: “IM SO SORRY, WHAT DID I DO TO DESERVE YOU IM SO SORRY I WONT DO IT AGAIN I PROMISE ILL CUT MY PINKY OF-”

“TERU STOP OMG PLEASE DEAR GOD NO”

🍯: he never did it again he held his promise

🍯: also after that.. makeup sex to the song streets

🍯: anywho, he loves how creative you are when you write your songs and how you can put different emotions into your lyrics

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Waking up from anesthesia (Bakugou X Reader)

Paring: Bakugo Katsuki X Reader

Words: 1400

Warnings: None (gringe?)

Summary: Bakugou’s in the hospital and comes back from a surgery, and he wakes up while still under the influence of laughing gas, and he has a lot to say and won’t shut up. (Like those wisdom teeth removal videos)

Note: Okay... I said I’m not working on any Bakugou fluffs but I got the inspiration so…. here we are! I’m also gonna go ahead and use Yagami Yato's nickname for the reader.

~”Mrs, Bakugou, you can see him now.” A nurse got your attention, and you immediately got up from the uncomfortable waiting room chair, eager to finally see your husband who had just gotten out of a surgery. Him being a pro hero, he often got his body littered with wounds or broken bones, so the hospital has become a usual visiting place for you.

~You trailed behind the nurse as she led you through the corridors and over to a door. She opened the door and you saw your dear husband laying on a hospital bed as he rubbed his eyes and forehead, probably in an attempt to clear his fuzzy vision and mind. You went over to him and gripped his hand.

~”Katsuki.” You called his name, and the only response you got was a confused groan as the said male squinted his eyes.

~”He’s still under the influence of the gas, and it will take a while to wear off. Once he’s able to stand up then you can leave.” The nurse explained.

~“Thank you so much.” You smiled.

~”You’re welcome. I’ll come back in a bit to check up on you, okay?”

~”Thanks.” You called once more and she left you and your hubby alone. You graced over his knuckles with your thumb as you tried to get him to respond. His movements were unusually slow and he didn’t look annoyed for once.

~Of course you’ve seen his calm side more than anyone ever will, but this version of Katsuki was more.... out of it, you guess you could say. No matter how many times have you seen him like this, it still surprised you every time.

~”Katsuki~. How are you feeling?” You gently asked him. He blinked his eyes open as if he still couldn’t see you sitting right there beside him. Once he got his eyes to open he took a minute to observe you.

~”Wow, you’re a beauty…” He mumbled, and you let out a breathy laugh. There it was. Him and his gas-affected mind.

~”Aw, thank you honey.” You replied to the compliment. You should enjoy this while it still lasts. “But how are you feeling? Do you want anything?” You inquired again, wanting to help him any way you could.

~”I’m feeling pretty high… have I ever been high?” He slurred confused while you tried to not laugh out loud. It felt too wrong to do so.

~”Not that I know of.” You answered with a grin as you kept on stroking his hand.

~”Are you a model?” He suddenly asked and you chuckled again. Oh how embarrassed is he going to be when he remembers this afterwards. Should you take a video on your phone and send it to Kirishima, Ashido, or even Midoriya?

~”I’m not a model, Katsuki. You know this.”

~”What!... You’re too pretty to not be… not be…” You snickered at him forgetting the words he was about to say. You almost couldn’t believe this was your Katsuki, Ground zero, a feared and respected pro hero who at first meeting comes off as a ticking time bomb, but gets softer once you know him for a while. Oh how sweet is this.

~”This is so unbelievably amazing…” You muttered to yourself as Katsuki only slurred in his haze. You made most out of these moments when he wasn’t making snarky comments, you loved his normal side, but you also enjoyed this side of him. It was, dare you say, a nice change.

~”Who are you to me?” He sounded adorably confused more than serious, you smiled at his antics and played along. 

~”I’m (Name), your wife, remember?” You showed him your ring that you received when you and him got married. He looked like a surprised child when you showed him your ring and he looked at his own.

~”You’re MY wife!? OH Hell yes! Take that you shitty Deku!” He exclaimed loudly, sitting up on the bed. You immediately rushed to push him back against the pillows so he wouldn’t get hurt while in this state.

~”Shhh, not so loud Katsuki. Yes I’m your wife, you won the battle.” This brought back the memory when you two were still in high school. Katsuki had a crush on you but didn’t know how to approach you without scaring you off. Izuku was your good friend and you often hung out with the greenette, which, unbeknownst to you, made Katsuki jealous that his rival was getting so close to you.

~The day you agreed to be his girlfriend, he laughed menacingly and hugged you close to him for a few weeks whenever Izuku was around. The green haired boy never had any deeper feelings for you, but Katsuki still saw him as a rival. Still does.

~”Ha Ha Haaa!!! How do you like that you nerd!” Oh good grief, he was acting like his high school self. You felt a bit embarrassed but at the same time amused. You couldn’t help but laugh.

~“*Cough* *Cough* Katsuki, calm down, okay? Here, have some water, yeah?” You offered the shitty plastic cup to him and he attempted to grab it, but when he reached past the cup, you helped him to take a sip. Once the small cup was empty he laid back down.

~”Thanks teddy bear, you’re amazing.” You choked at the nickname, so he can remember an embarrassing nickname but not that you’re married? This gas is really doing something to his brain.

~”Katsuki, you should get some more rest.”

~”What… noo…” He gruffly dragged the words “I’m fine, see I can even show you.” He proceeds to stand up from the bed, but you push him down.

~”No Katsuki, you need to rest, the gas is still in affect.”

~”I said I’m FINE! I’m not gonna let some shitty gas stop me!” He didn’t sound threatening in the slightest. “I’ll show everyone what made you fall for me.” He in turn grabbed your arm and pulled you close to him, so close that you felt his breath hit your face.

~”Katsukiii.” You whined in embarrassment. You’ll never get used to this, nor his compliments. They always make your heart flutter in giddiness as if you’re a high school girl all over again. You heard a knock at the door and someone came in.

~”Is everything alright in here? I heard shouting.” The nurse just a while ago asked. You went to answer that you’ve got everything handled, but Katsuki of course beat you to it.

~”Everything is fucking perfect when ever she’s around.” Katsuki gestured to you and pulled you by your arm to nuzzle you close.

~”Katsuki, not now!” You would’ve loved to have him nuzzle you but not in front of the nurse responsible for him, nor anyone outside your friends group for that matter. You blushed as you tried to get him to let go.

~”And why not! I have not got my kiss that I was damn well promised.” He argued back. You and the nurse were watching each other, while you desperately tried to explain everything happening with just your eyes. She looked amused from the whole situation and you wished you knew what she was thinking.

~”I’m glad to have you in my life.”

~”Katsuki! Shut it!” You exclaimed with a beet red face.

~”What!? You’re MY wife! I can compliment you if I feel like it!” He slurs as he points his finger in every which direction, his mind playing tricks on him as he wasn’t sure if you were next to him or flying in the air.

~”Katsukiii… stooop..” You mumbled while covering your face. Katsuki was talking more than he should and the nurse in the room was definitely getting a story to gossip about later… You are so going to have a flustered mess of a husband to deal with once he gets his mind straight.

~”I’ll come back later.” The nurse finally said with a smirk and left. You sighed out of relief, and Katsuki mistook it as you being down, so he pulled you closer against him.

~”I...I..Love youuu teddy bear…” He said sleepy. You smiled and uncovered your face to run your fingers through his spiky hair. He would never let you do this while outside the house, but now he was smiling like an idiot under your touch. Every Time he’s like this, you’ll deal with it because it’s so worth it.

“I love you too.”

[hydrangeasimagination]

Sub Sammich??

(Praise Yagami Yato, our queen and savior for her Patreon content.)

I'm a switch, top leaning.

Mostly because I like to make a flustered mess of my partners and the trust in control.

... I'm also a tease.

So here's some sub/by HCs.

There's a pattern in who I write, huh?

Character(s): Aizawa Shouta / Eraserhead, Dabi / Blue Flame, and Takami Keigo / Hawks

Reader is still gender neutral.

~ Dari

(warnings under cut)

[Edit 3/20/2021: I no longer support YY but I will keep this piece of writing up since it was a path in time where she had inspired me… And it kind of reflects the changes I have made thus far.]

Warning(s): PWP. Pet play. D/S Dynamics. A/nal/Pegging(Reader's hardware is not specified but Dabi is receiving). Overstim. Bondage. Kinbaku. Edging.

💤 Aizawa Shouta / Eraserhead 💤

"Give me a color."

From shaking breaths and trembling thighs, it's a lovely sight. Tongue lolled out, flicking the air with an almost pathetic noise that threatened a giggle from your lips.

"My bad, I forgot." You hummed in amusement, reaching to the collar wrapped around his throat and tugging his face closer to your's. "Speak."

"Green." Shouta panted, head tilting back.

"Good kitty," You settled down on the edge of the bed, "now, on your knees."

He dropped down obediently, licking his kiss swollen lips. Dark, dilated pupils settling on your lubed fingers as you stroke, a moan slipping from betwixt your lips. Watching his face, you nearly laughed at how desperate he seemed, his hands clenched into fists from where they rested a top his thighs.

"Beg for what you want..." The lightness of your voice sent shivers across his body, swallowing the saliva built up in his mouth. "Come on kitty... Don't act coy now."

Shouta nearly whimpered, eyes fluttering. "Please, please, let me -"

With a beckoning curl of a finger, his hands gripped desperately at your thighs as he busied his mouth. Stifling the mewls that slipped out with the taste of you.

🕯️ Dabi 🕯️

"Fuh - fuhhck -"

His slurred gasp was half muffled by the sweat saturated sheets, hands scrabbling for purchase. Head jerked backwards with the grasp you had upon his hair, sting forgotten by peppered kisses scattered up the side of his neck and crooned words in his ear.

Dabi was a mess.

"You're being so good for me, baby."

The moan ripped from his lungs at the praise was high, almost whiny whilst your hips pushed against his ass.

You coaxed softly, "I'm sure I can milk one more out of you."

He shuddered in response to your tone, trying to slip away from the deft fingers curling around the base his over sensitive cock.

"God," He was shaking, "I - I can't - doll -"

"You can."

One well-aimed thrust was enough to nearly tip him over, wheezing and wriggling as his sticky cum coated your hand.

"You can," Teeth touched the shell of his ear, breathing softly "and you will."

🍗 Takami Keigo / Hawks 🍗

Strangled sounds continued to escape him without any shame, without the slightest care in how he sounded...

How he looked.

Body wrapped in a pretty pink rope, artistically strewn over his beautiful skin. Tears in his rolled back eyes, face flushed a red and mouth agape. Drivels of drool wetting lips and running over his bare chest and abs, hips rutting and bucking to try and get more.

More.

More.

Always more.

"Nonono!" He nearly sobbed as you stopped again, shutting his eyes "Pleasepleaseplease, g - god, I - I was so close -"

Humming lowly at his compliance, you licked a line along the back of his neck, collecting the salted tang of sweat. Laughing almost cruelly at the angry color of his cock, red enough to rival his prided wings.

Throbbing insistently in your palm in askance for relief, you sighed softly, "Greedy, naughty birdy."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," He arched his hips and cried out as you gave a mean squeeze "I - I'll be good. Please, baby, I'll be -"

There was no chance for him to finish his sentence, he only chokes moans as you resumed slow strokes.

[judith-lore90]

I recently discovered an YouTuber call yagami yato and I saw they had a Fatgum audio and omg…. I love it sooo much, I wanted to draw some art inspired by it. I be simping oh lord..the pet name..