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Shepard Simon and his herding dog Johnny come across lost reader who got turned around during a day hike. They proceed to treat and handle you like a soft little dumb sheep send tweet

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Yall my laptop has been broken and I refuse to write anything more than a few hundred words on mobile this is TORTURE

If anyone has cheap laptop recs lemme hear em I just want to write and post to tumblr lol

I’ve been frothing over cowboy soap & ghost branding reader

Soap who edges you and doesn’t let you cum and you think it’s a skill issue but he really just likes seeing you pout and cry

Librarian ghost who’s always so quiet you never seem to realize he needs to put books away right where you’re standing

Butchers soap and ghost

Step brother Kirishima being an absolute munch

Soap trying to play with you on the plane (he’s always wanted to join the mile high club) back to base while the others sleep, you fuss at him and he hauls you over his lap and spanks you raw. U look up and see Ghost watching with one eye open, suddenly no longer asleep

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can i request NASSTTYYYY smut for hisoka.. just loads of overstim and him being obsessed love the trash clown he is really

All I know is that Hisoka would make you sit on his lap to kiss him.

He’d spread his legs a lil and give you a smirk, cooing at you gently -

“Come give me a kiss darling~”

When you pull a face, reluctant to go anywhere near him he’d click his tongue, pointing to his lap insistently with that stupid goopy grin on his face.

“~you know how I like it.”

Hisoka would dig his claws into the meat of your hips, pulling you down into his lap so swiftly that it’d take your breath away. That only made his lips stretch wider, his eyes droop further with his lust-filled gaze.

“Just like that~” He would purr, one hand reaching to cup your ass, the other cradling your head to bring your soft lips closer to his. “Just one little kiss.”

But one little kiss would turn into Hisoka grinding his thick bulge up against your pussylips through your shorts. Dragging you down against him as he breathed into your neck, claws pricking just enough into your skin to draw blood and make you squirm.

Two kisses would see you hastily undressed, clothes hanging off your body and Hisoka’s pants barely pulled down enough to expose himself.

One more kiss as he slides inside, not enough prep, only a hasty pussyjob which the man gasped and groaned his way through.

(P.s. Hisoka would 100% paint your nails for you just bc he likes the way they looked with your hands wrapped around his cock)

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Requests are open

It's been a while! Shoot me some requests, I'm still down for BNHA but I'm NGL the call of duty brain rot has hit me hard. If that interests you PLEASE request something with johnny or simon or both loooooool it's like I lvoe the same baseline traits (golden retriever boy and angry broodiing emo) and whenever i find a character with them I go buck wild lol

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Based off of "Chaos Walking"

The Noise from Johnny was frightening.

"Pretty" "Fuckable little thing" "She's got great fuckin' tits" "I just wanna fuckin' bury my face in them" "Little lass has the pretties' eyes too" "Would look so cute 'n bonnie lookin' up a' me while she's suckin' me off"

It was incessant, ceaseless, neverending.

Johnny apologized again and again, face tinged red, his words spluttered after each thought reverberated out from his skull into the air around his head. You weren't from this place, not used to this planet that turned men's thoughts into actual verbalizations, dancing around next to them for anyone to hear.

Johnny sometimes thought sweet things about you too, his mind's chatter conjuring up domestic scenarios, wondering if you knew how to cook, if you'd ever be sweet and make him a fine meal. How cute you look while you're sleeping, how badly Johnny wants to care for you and wipe away your tears whenever you cry about missing home.

It's hard being stuck on a strange planet, monsters and men, the same thing chasing after you.

But no matter how scary Johnny's Noise can get sometimes, Simon's Noise is terrifying. It's terrifying because he hardly has any.

If Johnny's brain was a windup toy, always chattering away as if someone had pulled his string, Simon's was a broken doll, silent and eery, creaking only on occasion.

You had thought he was normal at first, like one of the men from back home. You quickly realized he was the abnormality of this world, a freak, feared by others.

"Pretty girl" Had been the first Noise you heard from him, even before he had opened his mouth to bark at you to ask your name and what you were doing stealing food. Since then there had been relative silence, only an occasional "Clumsy" whenever you'd trip over a log, or a low chuckle followed by the biting comment of "Slow" if he thought your walking pace was such.

Rarely would you hear a quiet stream of unintelligible Noise late at night, when the fire had died down and Johnny was on watch. Simon would sleep with his back to the fire, arms crossed. The Noise that emanated from his shaved skull made you uneasy, only able to make out a word every now and then, things like "Fuck" "Cute" and "Goddamn".

You had peeked over at him once, walking past him to use the restroom, and noticed the front of his pants were tented, protruding out from his body. It made you blanch, worried about his subtle nighttime Noise.

As long as the boys kept their hands to themselves and their Noise in their heads, you'd be fine.

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Kirishima letting you grind on his bulge and whimper against his shoulder cause it feels so good. Affectionately calling you his cute little fucktoy and groping your chest while pressing messy kisses to every inch of exposed skin he can reach. Kirishima nuzzling against your throat and forcing your hips to grind more intensely against him while telling you “Better get real wet honey, ‘m not gonna use any lube this time.”

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wait do y’all know Eddie Gluskin from the Outlast DLC

Imagine being in Waylon’s place OWO

(Short synopsis for those who haven’t played/watched!!! You play as an employee in a “Psychiatric hospital” running nefarious experiments (that you don’t approve of). Something goes wrong and something gets set loose on the hospital; all the prisoners escape and you must run and hide until you find a way out. Eddie Gluskin is one such prisoner, obsessed with finding the perfect woman, mutilating any male patient that he can find in an attempt to satisfy his warped fantasy. It’s super fucked up and genuinely creepy. Anyways, on with the show?)

You manage to evade the cannibal, then a big man intent on ripping you apart, only to find yourself trapped by the groom, herded into his hunting grounds by one of the other variants who hoped that his offering would appease the maniacal man.

“Oh, what a thing of beauty-” 

It’s too dark to see who the voice belongs to, but you can tell it’s from the other side of the door. Your eyes still haven’t adjusted to the dim lighting of the hospital, struggling to distinguish shapes in the gloom.

“-Have we met before? You’re..... familiar. Girl of my dreams, I suppose.” It’s a nice voice, smooth, deep, a hint of a lisp. In any other scenario you might be charmed, but here? In the bowels of an asylum? This is anything but charming.

You move away from the locked door, turning your back to it as you move along - better to leave locked doors unopened, lest you find a monster lurking there.

But it isn’t long before you hear that voice again, while you wander through the halls, looking for a way out.

“Oh darlingggg~” The man calls, heavy footsteps sounding close by. “Are we playing hide and seek? Do I get a kiss once I find you?”

Heart beating fast, you duck into the nearest room, stumbling in the dark as you search for a place to hide. A desk in the corner will have to do, and you crouch down behind it, desperately trying to slow your breathing.

The footsteps get closer, louder, and you can tell he’s entered the room when the sound of his shoes scuffing on the floor is almost as loud as your heart beat, pounding away in your chest. You feel faint.

He’s humming something, a sweet tune, voice soft and light as he moves around the room, getting close to your hiding spot, moving away...... close again-and then he’s gone.

You don’t dare breathe a sigh of relief, what if he hears you and comes back? No telling what heightened senses the patients have.... all those experiments....

When it’s safe again, you move, staying close to walls, keeping your steps light and quick, quiet as you can. There’s a dim light up ahead, around the corner, probably an exit sign from the red tinge. You just have to-

“Oh my, you’re even lovelier up close.” Strong hands wrapped in fingerless gloves grip your forearms, holding you in place. As you rounded the corner, you had bumped into the man from before, nearly bowling yourself over were it not for his steadying grip.

You could hardly breathe, fear paralyzing your lungs, your heart, your brain. The man leaned down, close enough for you to see his face - scarred on the one side, eyes blue and wide, ruggedly handsome if he hadn’t been looking at you with such... fervor.

“I can’t wait to see what’s under those clothes. I bet you’re perfect, just what I’ve always wante-AUGH-!” You’re punching him in the throat before your brain can catch up, turning on a dime and sprinting away as fast as your leg can carry you.

“uAGh-you-! You little minx!” The man yelled after you, coughing and heaving as he tries to recover from your little maneuver. “Going to make me work for it?” He sounds mad, sure, but there’s a laughter in his voice, the kind of noise where you’re so mad that you can’t help yourself from laughing. You might die here.

The next twenty minutes you spend ducking and weaving, hiding like a rat, running like a rabbit. You’re terrified, the man hot on your heels, almost grabbing you a couple times only for you to wiggle out of his grasp, squeeze through a space too tight for him to fit. 

“You can’t run from me forever!” He yells, watching you with eyes afire as you struggle through the space between a heavy bookshelf and the crumbling wall, escaping him once again. “I’m not giving up on you, you’re going to be my bride! We’re perfect for each other, just you wait and see, just you wait, just you-” his rambling fades into the distance as you make it into another room. But there’s no telling where he might show up next; the prisoners (patients) know the layout of this place better than the doctors do.

-----

You’ve found a hole.

It’s human-sized, broken in to the wall by god knows what. But maybe it leads out? Maybe it leads you to another horror, but you can’t stand this one any longer, so it’s worth the risk.

You’re crawling your way through, hands and knee in the dark, fingers sliding through slick muck on the ground that you don’t even want to think about. Maybe you’re glad it’s so dark. 

“Ah-ah-ah, I’ve found youuuu~” You barely register the voice of the man, before hands are around your ankles, yanking you backwards in a violent motion. In a split second, your limbs are out from underneath you, and you’re being dragged  towards him on your belly, hands clawing at the ground for purchase. If you were in a different place, you'd scream. Here? That’d be like calling more sharks to the feeding frenzy.

He’s too strong, easily pulling you from the wall, flipping you onto your back in an instant just so he can grin down at you. “Good! I was getting tired of our little game. I’m a bit impatient dear, I really want us to get to know each other a little more....” You could feel his eyes on you in the dark, looking you over as he paused. “.... Intimately.”

That’s when you start to struggle. 

Hands slapping and punching blindly in the dark, legs kicking, you start thrashing underneath the man, fighting for your life. He can’t do this, you’ve come so far, you’re almost out, almost free-

“Stay-stay still!” He growls, fending off your attacks through gritted teeth while trying to subdue you at the same time. But you’re panicked, fighting with the desperation of a wolf in a bear trap, ready to gnaw off it’s own leg if it meant freedom.

“I said stop struggling you whORE-” The man yells, and your head rocks to the side, slapped so hard your ears start to ring. Spots dance across your vision. Can a person faint from a single slap?

“You’re going to relax now, stress isn’t good when you’re trying to make a baby.”

If a ratty, nasty cloth hadn’t been shoved over your mouth and nose, chemicals filling your senses, you’d have a much more visceral reaction to what the man just said. 

You can’t help but let your eyes drift shut.

-----

The room you wake up in has a semblance of light - an old lamp in the corner, on a small side table, yellow-orange glow casting the room in an eery light. You’re on a bed, a creaky metal frame, uncomfortable springs digging into your back - but someone had put effort into trying to make it seem nicer than it actually was. Blankets piled underneath and around you, sterile-white hospital pillows in copious amounts by your head.

The sound that woke you up is heard again; a violent scream followed by the sound of a saw, then wet wood smacking against something......

You were dry heaving over the side of the bed before your brain could register what the sound actually was, refusing to put mental images to the noises. You can’t do this, you’re going to die, this is too much-

“Oh, what a vision you are. Like a wonderful gift all ready for me to unwrap...”

It was too late to notice the noises had stopped, replaced with the creak of the door and the man entering. He had blood on his pants. Fresh blood. 

He stepped towards you, hands reaching out to touch your your own as he sat next to your prone body on the bed. You couldn’t move your limbs, barely able to twitch your fingers where he was caressing them. What had he drugged you with??

“You look so much softer than all of the others, I just know you’ll be good for me.” The man leans over, nuzzles his nose into your hair. “I’m sorry we haven’t had a proper introduction, I fear I got too excited... I’m Eddie.”

As if knowing his name made this situation any better. 

“Let’s start, shall we? I’ll have you fixed up in no time, a pretty wife all for me~” HIs melodic voice rang out softly in the room as he started pulling at your clothes, the baggy jumpsuit you had thrown on to blend in with the patients entirely too easy for him to rip to shreds. You didn’t want him ripping your regular clothes underneath. You didn’t want to be bare before this man.

“Please, just let me go...” You whimpered pathetically, eyes screwing shut, fingers twitching as you shook in your skin. You didn’t want to think about what he was going to do to you.

But Eddie had gone eerily quiet.

You popped an eye open, only to find the scarred man staring at you with wide eyes, mouth open, breathing heavily. He closed his jaw, opened it again, as if he was struggling to find words. “Are you....?”

“I just wanna go home.” The quiet whine falls from your lips, and that seemed to spur Eddie into action.

He’s practically tearing at your clothes, trying to get them off you as quickly as possible, frenzied, single-minded. It’s humiliating, embarrassing, terrifying- You can’t think of enough words to describe the feelings rushing through you, all of them bad, all of them traumatic. 

But then you’re laid bare, skin prickling with goosebumps in the chilly air of the hospital, and you close your eyes again and this time you sob.

“You’re a woman.”

Eddie sounds enchanted.

A single finger touches the dip in your collarbones at the base of your throat, gentle, reverently. It traces down your sternum, over your tummy, stopping right above the curls between your legs, almost as if he’s afraid to touch you there. 

“I can’t.... This is........” He’s lost for words, almost sounding choked up as he no doubt drinks in the sight of you. You wish your sobs were louder, drowning out his heavy breathing, his spell-bound blabbering. 

The lone finger leaves your skin, replaced instead by a heavy hand placed above your heart, gloved palm squeezing at the curve of your breast.  Then he’s putting his hand on the other one, mimicking the movements of the first, just feeling you. The warmth and softness of your skin, the beat of your heart, the stuttery breath in your lungs. Eddie sounds like he wants to cry himself.

“You’re perfect. My perfect darling. You’re so beautiful, I can’t even describe how-how delicious you look. I want you so bad, I need you-” He breaks off from his rambling to shove his face into the crook of your neck, wrapping an arm around your shoulders so he can cradle your head close to him as he inhales your scent. 

Everything goes to shit after that.

You can barely breathe out with how hard he fucks you, hips rabbiting into you like he might die if he doesn’t continuously bury himself deep in your cunt.  He’s kissing you hard, and you want to bite his tongue, rip off his lips with your teeth, but you still can’t fully move your arms, are scared of what he’ll do to you if you try to hurt him.

He hasn’t even undressed, just unbuttoned his slacks, pulled them low enough so that he can slide his dick free and straight into your cunt. You can feel the rough fabric of his clothes against your cheeks, see the meticulous stitches on the sleeve - it looks hand sewn.

There’s too much friction, you aren’t wet enough down there and it hurts. It aches with each violent thrust, but Eddie doesn’t seem to realize, and probably wouldn’t care either way. He’s lost in his own head, babbling out nonsense about a baby, children, a family of his own, you as his wife-

You tune it out as much as you can, pretend you’re somewhere else. The rough rocking of your body is like you’re on a boat out at sea. A cruise, you’re on a cruise, sun on your face and-

Then he’s kissing you again, and your illusion shatters.

“Pretty girl, my pretty wife. Your pussy is so tight, it’s like you want me to fuck you full of cum, breed you until you have twins-no, triplets! Imagine triplets-ah, fuck! You feel so good. Slutty little body, all for me, just for me-” He’s rambling on with glee, hips grinding faster and faster with each lewd combination of words falling from his mouth.

You just hope you can make it through. Just a little longer.

That’s what you keep telling yourself.

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Update

To respond to all the non-requests I have in my inbox I’ve created a little thread! As always, if you don’t like these types of posts and only want the writing (which is understandable lol) just block the tag #shorky fix

I do allow asks that build off previous works! Problem is that in coming back to Tumblr I absolutely don’t know how to work it anymore... I can’t find that writing for the life of me someone PLS help I looked through my master list and didn’t see it. 

I’ve been good but also not good so lets just say neutral?? I’ve been having lots of health problems that are kicking my butt. I love my job, school is killing me, I am no longer a virgin and have a spicy friend WOOOOOOOOOO which I am probably annoying them bc I’m so gd horny all the time but god bless them for indulging me cause WOOF 

*crawls out of hiding before every October like a diseased rat* hey guys welcome back to the shitshow hope you enjoy (:

I have too much rest and now I no longer now how to WRITE and I can’t get the horny out of my Brian!!!!!! Help!!!!!

It’s a problem fr fr

Ultimately I am so like ??? blushy at how nice everyone is even after I fucked off to cuckoo land for like a year. Thanks for sticking with me and I hope I can write some things soon that appeal

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Hiiiiiii, love your writing so much!

Can I request something with kirishima and a lactation kink? I feel like the man would go nuts for it

I feel like I've already done this concept before but like can I ever get enough of it? No, no I cannot.

Bc Kirishima loves how fucking soft you are. Loves just feeling over the squishy parts of your body, big hands groping your hips, tummy, thighs, but especially your tits.

Can't stop himself from constantly feeling you up, squeezing and tugging at your tits every spare moment he has. Are you cooking in the kitchen? Doing dishes? Perfect time for him to sidle up behind you and give you a big hug, both hands on your chest, massaging until your nipples get hard.

Relaxing on the couch, watching TV? He needs to pull you in his lap and knead at you tits like a cat, squishing and pulling the flesh while you feel his boner get bigger underneath you.

Trying to sleep? You know this man has a hand up your shirt and on your chest, idly playing with your nipples, kissing at your neck, grinding against your ass.

Just something about your chest gets him so hard.

He cums so fast when you're on top, bouncing on his dick, hands clutching at your ankles to stabilize yourself. Your chest jiggles so much, and he can't tear his eyes away, can't stop himself from cumming, whining about how hot you look as he blushes bright red.

When he folds you in half, hips drilling into you, he just has to lean over to catch a nipple in his mouth, suck on it like you have milk to give him. His eyes roll into the back of his head and his hips stutter before the pick up an even harder pace, making you let out little "uh-uh-uh-" in response to the rough fucking.

Kiri thinks about it... how your tits would look if they were full of milk, dripping for him. How achy you'd be, beg him to suck you dry every night so you could sleep, let him tease you a little before giving you relief.

What if you leaked, dripping milk all over his chest while riding him, running your fingers through the mess, sticking them in his mouth? Even just thinking about all of the fantasies he has, Kirishima has to jerk off - it's just too much otherwise.

You're so pretty and soft for him, you'd let him do whatever he wanted.

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OH! Present Mic as siscon totally seems like a thing. Man is worlds best supportive big bro until you grow up then he really proves just how much he loves you <3

All I can think is laying in bed on your tummy and watching a movie on your phone. Just another lazy Saturday where you get to relax and de-stress.

But it isn't long before Hizashi wanders in, hair trailing down his back, sweats slung low on his hips. Flops down next to you and throws and arm over your shoulders as he begins watching what's on the screen with you.

Turns to lay on his side, cuddling close to you and slinging a leg over your lower hips. Uses a hand to rub at your shoulder blade, follow the curve of the bone and it feels so nice you can't help but let out a little noise, a small sigh.

That leads to Hizashi sitting up, straddling your lower back with his thighs on either side, slender hands rucking up your shirt so he can work at your back, pressing into the muscles. Relaxing enough to send you to sleep, Hizashi always knew how to play you like a fiddle.

You wake up to him still on top of you, hips wiggling against your own. Just rubbing his cock against your ass, not even grinding, just feeling your shape with his cock, huffing out deep breaths into your ear. Your movie is forgotten on your phone, still faintly playing in the background.

"Go-d, you're so soft honey-" He groaned, using the nickname he's always called you

"Hizashi? Wha-"

"Mh, you awake?" His movements stop briefly, long enough for him to slip to the side, manhandle you onto your back while you watch him in confusion.

"What're you doing..."

"Just... just making us feel good. Look-" Your brother is spreading your thighs, settling between them easily, bulge in his sweatpants slotting perfectly against the taunt fabric of your shorts, right over your cunt.

And god, when he moves? It does feel good.

Feels all tingly and and sharp down there, almost unexplainable. You can't help but move your hips as Hizashi grinds down against you, eyes fluttering shut.

"You like that?"

You don't answer, just sigh.

Your brother groans, reaches down with fumbling hands to push down his sweatpants, dick springing out, the head wet and shiny with pre.

It feels so much different with one less layer of clothes between you, more intense.

Doesn't take you long before Hizashi reaches down again, this time to strip you of your little pajama shorts, grunting that it's "not enough, need to see all of you honey. Oh god, you're such a pretty lil' thing-"

And then he's humping his cock right up against your pussy, all of it sticky and messy and wet, shivers going up your spine every time to fat head of his cock bumps perfectly against your clit.

You can feel yourself twitching down there, pussy clenching as Hizashi slides through your slick folds, and it's almost too much, feel's good, you can't-

And then the tip of his cock slips inside your hole, and you gasp like you've been thrown into a pool.

But Hizashi is immediately stroking your hair, cooing. "Mm, don't worry, it'll fit. You can stretch, you'll stretch. It's okay honey."

Shallow little rocks of his hips, barely popping the tip into your wet little hole before sliding it back out, both of you panting. It hurts, but it almost feels good.

You open your eyes to find your brother looking at you, glasses sliding down his nose from all the sweat, those vibrant green eyes blown out with lust.

"Oh fuck-" He chokes, before you feel him pulling out once more, wet warmth shooting on your folds. "MmI'mcumming-" Hizashi moans, eyes fluttering shut.

You can barely register anything that just happened, it all went so fast.

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Been thinking way too much about Shinsou lately and how he could and would make you cum even if you didn’t know how, even if you were insecure, or scared, or frightened. Make you orgasm so often that eventually he doesn’t even have to use his quirk when he orders you to “-let go baby, I’m gonna watch you cum”.

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HEYYYY i was think maybe something with levi and/or erwin and the power dynamic between them with a darling they’re both obsessed with, maybe a darling who tried to run away or just stress relief after an expedition? idk just want it to be super open :) tysm and have a nice day!!

All I can think about is Erwin holding you against his chest with his ankles hooked over yours, keeping you spread wide open as Levi eats you out and uses toys and his fingers to make you shake.

Like Levi would generally be pretty quiet, just slurping away at your cunt with the satisfaction of a man who’s in his happy place. He takes a moment here and there to look up at you, see the way you’re squirming and wriggling in Erwin’s hold, face blotchy from tears, eyes swollen, lips dry from all the begging. He doesn’t look too long, ‘cause he knows you get embarrassed. Goes right back to sucking you clit into his mouth, slipping his tongue over and around it, humming with the little bud in his mouth. Giving that a break to dip his tongue into your hole, wiggle it around, prod your walls a ‘lil.

The entire time Erwin’s talking in your ear, “Oh, what a good girl, you take it so well.” “Levi’s doing such a good job making you feel good, isn’t he? You look so pretty, all sweaty like this.” “Doesn’t that feel good? Don’t worry, Levi’s not going to stop.” “Can’t wait to feel you on my cock after this, when you’re all twitchy and numb from getting tongue-fucked for so long.”

It makes you whine in embarrassment.

The first time you cum, it’s from Levi mouthing gently at your clit, giving it little butterfly kisses while he fucks a finger inside your pussy. You weren’t even expecting it, too scared and anxious to even think about being aroused, but then it hits you like a train and leaves you breathless, shaking as Erwin tightens his grip.

“Don’t you dare fucking cum again.” Levi growls from between your legs, giving your puffy pussy a firm smack with his hand. 

You cry out, kicking out your legs at the sensation - too much, too much -

“Shhh, no, you can cum as much as you want doll, let go, enjoy yourself...” Erwin coo, one of his large hands distracted by your chest, squeezing the flesh there while Levi continues torturing your poor flesh. 

It’s even worse when Levi’s sinking his cock into you, panting into your shoulder, spiting through gritted teeth about how you “-Better not cum, don’t you fucking dare you little shit stain-”. Meanwhile, Erwin is holding a vibrator to your clit, right above where Levi’s cock is inching in deeper, making your tummy clench and convulse “It’s okay, let go, just feel, doesn’t it feel nice?”

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helloooo shorky :D happy to see you again!!

I can’t stop thinkin about touya-nii tbh, just gross nasty big bro touya who has zero sense of boundaries and always corners you alone to bully you, feeling you up n sticking his tongue down your throat, and he’s much too domineering to fight off (not to mention the more you fight him the harder he is on you)

just,,,menace to society touya nii that likes to bully his leetle sister

oooOOOo to have Touya stick his fingers down my pants and whisper into my ear about how much of a slut I am to get off on someone as disgusting as him touching me <3

He'll make you sit on his lap, one of his scarred hands resting on the curve of your ass, the other hand feeling up your tits. Every buck of his hips has his cock rubbing through his jeans, through your panties, into your clit and it makes you so wet.

Touya knows it too, knows how good it feels to grind and hump, remembers his days of fucking his cock against your pillow. That was before he built up the confidence to start fucking his cock against you.

Likes to pinch your nipples until you squeal and thrash, because that's just a little extra stimulation against his dick, you wiggling around in his lap like that.

If you deaden your weight and pretend like you don't want it (you don't, but that makes Touya so much more determined to prove to you that you do), he'll use the hand on your ass to guide you forward, force you to rub your full pussy against his length.

Has his fun by slapping your ass and making you gasp and twitch forward, unintentionally grinding against the tip of his dick. You get curious about the sensation, about how wonderful it feels on your little pussy.

It isn't long until you're grinding your hips in little circles, the head of his cock pressed tight to your fat little clit through your panties. He had stripped off his jeans, his boxers, holding his cock at the base so he could swipe it against your folds and make you moan. But then you start bouncing on your own, moving back and forth and side to side until you find the rhythm that feels oh-so-good. Makes your eyelids flutter closed as your body shakes higher and higher and-

Touya shoves you off his lap, onto the floor, and laughs.

“Thought you didn’t like it when I touch you?” He taunts, rising to his feet so he can sneer down at you with a cocky grin. One of his hands is wrapped around his cock, stroking it softly as Touya drinks in the sight of poor little you, flat on your back, humiliated, flustered, dripping through your panties.

“I-” 

“Hm? What was that?” Touya cuts you off as he drops to his knees, straddling your chest, plants a hand behind your head so he can hover over you menacingly. “Looked like you were liking it plenty just a second ago.”

You don’t even know what to say (because he’s right).

Touya grins, blue eyes leering as he situates himself just right, positioning his hips until his cock is right above your face. He’s still stroking it, and it’s almost mesmerizing, watching the skin of his balls pull up and down with each grip and twist of his hand.

He lets go, lets his dick smack against your face, and you squeal in shock. “Touya! Stop it!”

“Stop it!” He mocks, completely ignoring you to rock his hips once, twice, dragging the velvety flesh of his cock against your nose, lips, and forehead. “Shit, that feel’s fuckin’ good.”

You reach up to grab your brother, push him off of you, but Touya is too fast, grabs your wrists and wrenches them over your head until you’re spread out and helpless.

“Isn’t this nice? Just a lil’ you ‘n me time...” He groans at a particularly rough grind against your lips, the head of his cock dragging and getting caught on the curve of your upper lip, trying to slip inside your mouth. “Ngh, fuck, fuck-”

Touya gasps, lets go of your hands and sits back, shifting his weight. “Open your mouth.”

“What? Ew, Touya I’m n-”

“Open your fucking mouth if you know what's good for you.” He growls, and the look in his eyes makes your mouth drop wide open. You know if you don’t give him what he wants, then he’ll just take it.

“Good... Good girl-” He goes back to stroking his cock, jerking off in short, fast little strokes that have his thighs shaking against your sides. “Stick out your tongue too.... Oh fuck, that’s hot.”

It doesn’t take him long to cum, not even aiming for your mouth, just enjoying the view of you underneath him. You can’t help but close your eyes, cheeks flushing and stomach turning. Touya is so gross, gets away with anything he wants.

You’re always left to clean up by yourself, Touya wiping his cum-stained hand on your chest, giving your tits one last squeeze before tucking himself back into his pants. “Thanks sis, mom wants you to unload the dishwasher when you got the chance.”

It’s so casual for him, no shame to be seen. 

He leaves you in your room, pussy still throbbing, sticky and wet. You can’t help but touch yourself, sticking your fingers into your panties as soon as Touya leaves to try and recreate the feeling of his cock rubbing against you. 

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Hrngrhngrhbgnh I just want to sit on Kirishima’s fat dick and have him tell me that I’m a good girl!!!

Have his hands holding onto the curve of your waist, squeezing your skin, massaging your body as he bends his head and groans against your neck.

Feel each pulse of his heartbeat through his cock inside of you, his hips twitching because he wants to ram into you so bad, fast and hard and vicious until he can cum deep inside, force your hips flush against his and make you take everything he gives.

But he stays still, just watches you pant and gasp at how good he feels inside as you go at your own pace, riding him slowly because you don’t know any other way. God he’d dig his fingers into your sides and hold on for dear life, itching to pull out and manhandle you until you’re on your knees, the perfect position for him to fuck you good, for him to pound the little spot inside that would make you whimper and sob about how good it feels.

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What are your thoughts on the yandere purge? :> if it’s not too much trouble, could you write about izuku and his darling, both such… obsessive people . the only difference is darling is obsessed with, you know, not dying where dekus more obsessed with the anxiety ball pacing her home an hour before the purge. Thank you!

oh my GOD the yandere purge is the hottest thing! I can't recall who originally created it but oh my-oh my god theyre so smart.

(Truth be told tho I know I'd be fine if it was a legit irl thing cause no one would want to nab me and you know what? I'm okay with that)

(And it's never too much trouble!!! literally my pleasure wink wonk)

All Izuku can think about is you.

Pretty little you. Soft, sweet you. Beautiful, smart you.

Not smart enough to avoid getting taken, but that works out in his favor, and honestly? Izuku thinks it's kind of cute. Hates that he has to stress you out so much, like a scared little rabbit in a cage - eyes wide, heart pounding, body shaking slightly in fear.

But it's all worth it.

When he gets to cradle your face in his hands, place soft, delicate kisses all over your forehead and cheeks for the first time, taste your lips for real.

Izuku cums way too fast the first time he pulls you into his lap, your wrists tied lovingly behind your back despite the fact that you're drugged ever so slightly. It's just to make sure you don't stress too much, lash out and hurt yourself in your attempts to get away. You look adorable like that too, all sleepy-eyed and mumbly, aware of what was happening but not able to stop it.

"Oh, shhhh, it's okay baby. I'm right here, M'gonna take care of you, don't worry-"

"Wait a minute-wai-w-w-"

"Shhh, don't think, just feel." Izuku always soothes, rubbing your back, petting your sides. His scarred fingers slip between your legs so he can rub thick knuckles against your clit through your panties, and it drives you wild.

"'Gonna cum so pretty for me, yeah?" He looks at you with the softest expression you've ever seen a man make. "You're so perfect, so good."

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He's so much bigger than you are, yet treats you so gently. Soft rolls of his hips as he drives a too-thick cock into your pussy, holding your hands, kissing down your neck as he whispers declarations of love into the skin there.

You try to fight, kicking and wiggling and being as horrible to fuck as you're able, but Izuku doesn't seem to notice.

"Look at me, let me see that beautiful face." Izuku is patient enough to wait for a moment, but when you refuse to turn your face and look up at him, the green-haired man grabs your chin gently, turns your neck for you. "Stop closing your eyes and let me see you." He demands.

When you refuse, he starts drilling into you harder, with more force until it hurts. Your stomach twinges with the stabbing pain and you can't help but open your eyes, already sobbing.

"There she is-" And he's slowing back down again, only putting a few inches inside, grinding at an angle until he can find that little spot inside that makes you shake and moan.

He's gentle, but only if you listen and obey.

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As time goes on you bend, accepting his affection with tired resignation. He's just so insistent, you'd never be able to fight him forever.

But you still try, whining when you feel his heat against your back, a hand on your hip holding you steady as he ruts against your ass.

"Mm, I'm tired.... please, not tonight." But Izuku keeps going.

"Just let me....." His sentence devolves into heavy panting, and the man has to swallow down a mouth full of spit before he can speak again, the soft curves of your body turning his brain to mush. "I won't be... won't be long. We'll go right back t'sleep."

And he does, right after he slips his cock inside while you wince and clench your teeth, the man immediately groaning, spasming as warmth fills you. He cums so quick, always ready for more. But you were tired, and he loves you, so he pets your hair, kisses your shoulder as soon as he regains his breath, stops shaking.

"Sorry baby, you just felt so good, couldn't stop myself." And he never can when it comes to you. "Love you."

And it burns your ears to hear it.

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can i get uhhhhh yan todoroki who's had you locked up in his house for weeks and is tired of you giving him the cold shoulder, so decides the best way to win you over is by showering you with gifts and granting your every desire (except to be let go and be left tf alone, of course) aaaand trying to trick you into having a pleasure response to him by making you cum so many times you can't see straight any time he can. i just love the idea of him being so whipped he'd do anything for you except not hold you hostage

He’s such a service top!!!!

Will haul you up until you’re straddling his face, licking you and slurping his warm tongue all over your folds until you’re crying and shaking. But he doesn’t stop, no, Shouto just tightens his grip on your thighs and keeps suckling while you try to arch away from his cruelty.

He’ll fuck you while you’re wearing his clothes - a big comfy t-shirt you wore as pajamas, crew socks on your feet, a random sweater you put on when he makes it freezing inside the house. You can smell him on each article of clothing, his rich cologne, the warm peppermint invading your senses and burning your nose. But every time Shouto sees you in something of his, the man rewards you with an orgasm even if you plead and cry and try to say no. 

Shouto likes spoon-feeding you, stoic face as he watches you open your pretty little mouth up wide for each bite. But it isn’t long before he breaks down each and every single time, “spilling” some of the food on your leg, on your soft thigh. Then he’s down on his knees, licking up the spill with cat-like strokes, humming to himself. Even after the stickiness of food is cleaned from your skin the man continues, grabbing your wrists and holding you in place while he licks higher and higher, lavishing each thigh in attention and saliva. Eventually he always makes his way to your bare pussy, either flipping up your skirt or pulling down whatever shorts he’s allowed you to wear for the day until he can reach his prize. He doesn’t stop even when you’re sweating, tears falling from your eyes and his own face drenched with your cum. 

Sometimes Shouto will pull you into his lap, situate the both of you until the tip of his long, slender dick (you’d never considered a cock to be pretty thing before) is nestled against your clit. Then he moves, varying between short rocking motions and a long, slow grind. It does absolutely nothing for his own pleasure other than tease. But for you? Oh, it makes you see stars, almost willing to drool at the sensation of friction dragging along your clit and the outside of your pussy. It feels so good you almost don’t mind that it’s Shouto, a man you abhor, grinding his cock against you.

When it’s time for bed, the real torture begins. A dildo stuffed inside you, bullet vibe taped to your clit and clamps adorning your nipples. Shouto while turn the vibe on and lay beside you, running his hands along your body, voice low and soft as he tells you how much he loves you, cares for you. If you weren’t bound - hands tied above your head to the headboard, feet shackled in a similar manner to the bottom of the bed frame - you’d be ripping the toys off, throwing them at your captor, your enemy. If you weren’t gagged with a pretty satin cloth, you’d be begging the man to let you go, set you free.

Shouto just wants you to always feel good when he’s around, no matter what he has to do in order to achieve that.

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I think Kirishima would be the hottest gladiator.... I mean

He makes the crowd riot in his first ever fight, a real underdog victory, his weapons kicked out of his hands, not a single option left for the redheaded man except death. Until he surges forward, grabs his opponent by the throat with his teeth, and shreds the skin like paper.

From then on he’s known as Riot, the gladiator who fights like an animal.

Originally a slave forced to participate in the games, soon he would be a free man able to make his own choices, only a few fights away from being awarded his freedom. For now, he’s awarded a woman.

Just another slave, bought with the intention of keeping the high-ranking gladiator happy to fight, give him an incentive, maybe even be used as a bargaining chip if Kirishima ever refused a fight.

That would work if he was actually attached to the slave thrown into his quarters.

“They say I’ll have won my freedom when I rack up enough deaths in the arena.” He scruffs his face real close to yours as he’s fucking you from behind, growling “You think they’ll finally set me free if I fuck you to death in front of everyone?”

He likes taking you like a dog, mounting you, shoving your face into the thin straw mattress. Hardly prepping you, only using his thick fingers to feel around your cunt for his own pleasure before slamming inside, immediately moving his hips with a goal in mind.

But he also likes when you sit on his lap, tits in his face, broad hands around your hips forcing you to bounce up and down. “You think the crowd would enjoy watching me make you cum out there? A cute little whore that’s good for nothing but taking cock? Huh?” He’s mean as he pounds into you, red eyes blazing, sometimes taking his fingers and pinching cruelly at your clit.

Or he pinches at your nipples and pulls, making you contort and cry out at the pain before a slap to the face can shut you up.

Kirishima isn’t nice.

When you’re sleeping the man doesn’t even try to be gentle, moves your body as he likes so he can line himself up, thrust inside while groaning about how hot and tight you are, waking you up with a stab of pain in your stomach. It’s rare that he waits until you’re wet enough for it not to hurt.

But in the end he makes sure you cum, whispering dirty thoughts into your ear, stroking big hands all over your body, stopping to play with your clit, mouth at your breasts.

Underneath his “mean man” facade, Kirishima is too soft for this world.

Tucks your hair behind your ear, plants fluttery kisses against your forehead, your cheeks, your collarbones when you’re sleeping. Looks at you like you were the one who hung the sun and stars in the sky, the one who gives life meaning.

But being a gladiator means he always has to be putting on a show, giving the people what they want. Everyone believes he’s a savage, incapable of feeling softness, so that’s what he shows them.

The guards outside his quarters hear the pained squeals from you at night, the whimpers and choked up “Wait-! Stop, please!” every time Kirishima manhandles you like a rag doll. The guards gossip, inadvertently solidifying Kirishima’s reputation as a beast of a man, not even able to hold himself back from ravishing a woman.

After Kiri gains his freedom.... Then he’ll treat you right.

But for now? You’ll just have to take what he gives you.