#mic drabbles

[vampykween]

bestfriend!simon who drives you out of the city, far enough that you can really see the twinkling stars. he whips out a little gift for you: a cd mix of all the songs that remind him of you and tucked inside is a little explanation for each song. you’re not sure how you managed to snag the most romantic guy ever, but you’ll never complain <3

[max-nico]

Sonic knows a lot of things, Tails thinks.

Tails knows a lot of things too, but Sonic seems to know everything about everything. He knows all about places, and people, and even planes—one of Tails' favorite things right now. Sonic always knows what to say and how to say it, and Tails still stumbles over his words with all the grace a five year old has.

Today, Sonic said a word that Tails is unfamiliar with. Sonic has said it multiple times before, every time with a soft voice and a specific facial expression that makes Tails want to cry. The one where his eyes lose that flighty sharpness he always carries, and his smile falls into something less playful and more gentle.

Today Tails repeats that word. It's nowhere near a perfect pronunciation, honestly the word is barely distinguishable from gibberish, but Sonic just repeats it slower. He's patient, something Tails always has been and something Sonic had to learn.

He asks Sonic what the word means.

Sonic shrugs, he doesn't know. Just a word he picked up, because Sonic is very good with language. It's something he's overheard a few times, he claims, because Sonic is very observant. Families say it to each other, and Sonic says Tails is his family so he likes to say it to him.

Something in the little Fox's chest moves, it's a bit jarring and a little painful, but it's hard to focus on.

Tails decides he will learn this word if it kills him. If Sonic—who is literally the smartest person Tails knows, and because of their adventures Tails knows a lot of people—says this word means family it must be true.

And if Sonic decides to use that word to talk to Tails, and by proxy decides that Tails is his family? Well, that must be true too.

[onlyjaeyun]

i love the thought of big, buffy and beefy silver haired park sunghoon who knows he could easily manhandle you if he wanted to yet doesn't because as soon as let him have a taste of your pretty pussy he's a goner. there's not a single rational thought left in his head as he loses himself in the taste of your perfect cunt, lapping up every single drop of your juices because he'd be a mad man if he let any of it goe to waste. face flushed, hair sticking to his seraty forehead, eyes all glossy and lods heavy, yet sunghoon doesn't even think about pulling away, not even to take a proper breath. definitely whines and whimpers but also moans into your cunt as his fingers dig into your thighs bound to leave marks because of how tight his grip is. all those big words and muscles are useless when it comes to your perfect cunt because no matter what, park sunghoon would never even think about denying an offer so sweet and dangerous as that one.

[angelltheninth]

A while back I saw you reblog HypMic content. If it's not too much trouble could you do smut prompt no. 5 with Ichiro?

I don't play it much anymore but I did watch the anime when it came out so it re-ignited my passion.

Pairing: Ichiro Yamada x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, teasing, watching, mutual masturbation, praise, dirty talk, name calling, degradation, fingering, clit stimulation

A/N: If you haven't seen the anime I recommend it if only for the VAs and the pretty characters.

5. “Bet I can make you come without ever touching you.”

"Why are you slowing down? I dropped my pants but that's mean I'm gonna fuck you." Ichiro smirked at you and sat back down in his desk chair, hand wrapped around the bottom of his hard cock. "I told you a wanted a show. Besides, bet I can make you come without ever touching you."

That sounded like he was challenging you not to come for as long as possible, the problem was that you wanted to, so badly. Especially when you're watching him fist his cock and pump his hand up and down, his green and red eyes watching for every move you make between your legs. Could you do it to him too? Can you make him come without ever touching him? Now that sounded like a good idea.

You spread your legs as far as you could and locked your eyes with his. He wanted a show? You'd give him one he'd never forget. Just like he did when he performed.

"Can you keep up, Ichiro?" The sound of his breath hitching mixed with the fast, deep squelching sounds of your fingers dipping in and out of your pussy and your palm rubbing against your clit. As your juices dripped down Ichiro licked his lips, hungry for your taste but he said you'd come without him touching you, "Folding already?" You moaned as you added another finger.

"To someone like you? A little bitch who drools every time she sees my dick? I don't think so." He leaned forward and planted his feet firmly onto the floor, hand moving faster, the other fondling his balls, making the playing ground ever for the both of you, "I know you're close, you were doing so well earlier, don't disappoint me now baby, let me see you come. Do it and I'll let you suck me off."

Clever, presenting it as a reward rather then him finishing. You knew what he was doing, you shouldn't have fallen for it, but his cum dripped down his cock and onto the floor, you couldn't let that go on. Your fingers moved quickly in and out as you slid down the bed, hips humping the air and your hand as your orgasm ripped through you. There was a single word of praise whispered before you crawled, as quickly as you could, to Ichiro's cock and put your mouth on it just in time to get his full creamy load down your throat.

Seems like you both lost this one. Or a better way of looking at it is you both won real big.

[sagelollies]

Your plush thighs are thrown over his hips, hands pressing into his broad chest as you bounce on his cock. Even with aching thighs and a raw, burning throat, and a consistent tremble of overstimulation, you cry out for him.

His hands gripping at everything they can reach as his unabashed moans bounce of the walls along with sounds of skin slapping against skin. Neck arched as his pupils are blown out in lush, his hand comes down on your ass, a pleasuring pain causing your cunt to spasm around him, as you cry out. His hands knead your ass cheeks, smoothing over the burn. His arms lace around your body, wrapping you up in a bear hug. His naked form embracing yours.

Keeping a steading, slow pace that rocks you back and forth, sending you toward an impending orgasm. Cradling your head as he mutters in your ear, "Sit still for a second," As he plants his feet into the mattress, still holding you in a vice as he drills into you. If not for holding onto you, you are sure you'd be knocked to the floor.

A string of curses leave your lips, as you spill onto his lap, causing him to let out the sweetest groan as he thrusts into you. Holding you as close as he can muster as he fucks you good.

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[frickingnerd]

spending time with present mic

pairing: hizashi yamada / present mic x gn!reader

tags: fluff, established relationship

hizashi seems like the type of guy who gets along with everyone and who has no problems making friends with others

therefore you'd assume he'd have no trouble having fun with new people or just enjoy the time with his friends

however, ever since hizashi started dating you, he can't help but feel bored whenever you aren't around

sure, talking to other people is nice, but most of the times he'd rather spend time with you than some people he just met

he even starts to ask you to come along with him to all the events and meetings he has to go, knowing everything is more fun with you around

he even refuses to make plans for those big pro hero galas unless you promise to come with him! 

he used to be fine there by himself, knowing his friends were always there as well, but now he wants to share all those memories with you and keep you by his side whenever he can!

[hebimoonlightwrites]

hihi!! This summer event is really cool! Hopefully you don’t mind me sending in a couple requests with the same character~ Could I get ichiro (hypmic) for 🤭 nsfw with fem reader?

Writer's corner: Hey, sweetheart! Of course I don't mind! Let me know if there's something you want me to fix or change! Thank you for requesting!♥ Enjoy~ I tried using a bolder way of writing! Please let me know if you want me to re-write it in a more comfortable way♥ It's just a try.

mc's pronouns: SHE/HER (FEM!reader)

Words: 1098

Warnings: NSFW! (MINORS, PLEASE, DO NOT INTERACT!!)

☀️𝐈𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐨☀️𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝟕 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐭��𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐅𝐄𝐌!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

🤭: 7 minutes in heaven (NSFW)

You knew it would have happened. Who didn't think it would have? After all, most of your friends used to make you notice how strangely excited Ichiro's glance was when his beautiful and piercing eyes met yours. Many of your friends used to tell you that they felt a strange sexual tension whenever he was sitting near you or was listening to you speaking. Who wouldn't notice how his eyes move from yours to your soft and attractive lips, as if he wants to eat those lips of yours.

Now there you were, sitting on the couch of one of your common friend who was hosting a pizza party. Ichiro's leg was next to your thigh as you both were chilling talking with your friends, occasionally sipping some fresh cola and laughing. It was a fun time with friends. However all of them could feel there was something in the air. You could also notice how your bestie was giggling and whispering to the others, as if they were planning only-God-knows-what. And then after some time you all were there playing that stupid game. "Seven Minutes in Heaven". You would have preferred to be somewhere else. You didn't like the idea to be closed in a wardrobe with someone- however you couldn't deny that you didn't mind the thought of being with Ichiro in there; your bodies pressing together, his breath near your skin and his whispers in your ear sending shivers down your spine... that would have been Heaven for you!

"Y/n! It's your turn!", your bestie's grin brought you back to reality. You stood up and approached the hat where there were all your male friends' things gathered. You put your hand in it and got the first thing your hand had touched. It was a ring with the letter "I" shaped. That's how you could hear your friends cheering: you would have stayed for 7 minutes in that wardrobe with Ichiro. You didn't know if feeling relieved or nervous. After all he was your secret crush- your mind had spent nights dreaming about being caressed by his hands, undressed by the same hands and reassured by his sweet whispers. But looking at Ichiro's eyes you couldn't see anything but kindness and sweetness. He probably had already felt your nervousness as he gently took your hand, guiding you to the wardrobe while shushing your friends' teasing comments. The last thing you saw before getting in the wardrobe with him was your bestie grinning and winking at you. As you imagined: it was a huge plan.

Once inside the wardrobe, Ichiro tried his best to let you the most of the space, pressing his tall and strong body against one of the sides. He chuckled slightly, his heterochromatic eyes sparkling with genuine care even in the darkness of the wardrobe. "I am sorry if it feels uncomfortable..", he whispered softly. You smiled slightly in response, your back touching the opposite side of the wardrobe, as you were sitting. He could have leaned down, his body on top of yours- however it was evident that he didn't want to make you feel uncomfortable... oh well... not yet! He kept staring at you. You didn't know what he was thinking... what he was feeling. But everything appeared clearer to you as he chuckled slightly and leaned down, his lips agaist your earlobe as he whispered: "...but, I don't deny that I kind of feel excited when I see your cute face this flustered..."

You gasped softly at his words- a mix of excitement and embarrassment portrayed on your face when his hand touched your cheek, kind of guiding your eyes to meet his. It was the first time you could sense something different by looking at his eyes: this time there was lust in them, even a small amount of admiration and love. His hand moved from your cheek to your nape when his lips touched the side of your neck, gently kissing and nibbling. You could feel his warm breath against your neck, an involuntary gasp and sigh escaping your throat. His hands were about to play magic on your skin as one of them sneaked under your hoodie, reaching your stomach, his whispers becoming lower: "You feel even better than I imagined...", his teeth playfully nibbling on your earlobe. Without even complaining, your arms wrapped around Ichiro's neck, pulling him closer- his lips looking indecisive as they kissed your neck first, then your jaw and then up your mouth. His tongue poking at them as for looking for entrance. As you felt more relaxed and you started kissing him back- your tongues caressing each other- you could feel a sense of joy. But it wasn't a normal joy! It wasn't the same joy a kid would feel after getting an ice-cream, nor the same joy someone would feel after getting the job they dream of; no, it was a different joy, that type of joy only you and Ichiro could understand. 

As you both kept making out, you grew bolder, wrapping your legs around his waist as to pull him even closer. The reality was that you couldn't get enough of him; and probably he couldn't either. A soft moan escaped your throat when you could feel his hand going up your stomach underneath your hoodie, getting to your bra, gently massaging it. You could feel him growing bolder too. His whispers becoming even more teasing, his voice displaying his arousal as his fingers traced your bra before pinching your nipples, moving them gently in circles. He was enjoying your reactions, your blush, your gasps... He was loving it a lot. "You are so freaking beautiful... I-... I want you, Y/n... right now.. right here...", he whispered unzipping his pants. You gasped softly, his arousal clear and in front of your eyes. "Don't worry... I-.. I'll be gentle..".

He leaned down, his hands trailing slow circles down to your jeans, softly taking them off enough to see your panties. You couldn't help but blush- your mind feeling both excited but nervous. It was something you had dreamed about a lot... and now it was about to happen! He slid his hand underneath your panties, making you gasp a soft and slightly insecure "I-Ichiro-!...", his lips against your neck as he was "preparing" you: "Damn... I didn't know I could have such an effect on you... You are already wet...", he chuckled teasingly and on purpose to make you blush. He couldn't help it: he loved to make you stutter and blush that much. He kept working with his fingers, nibbling on your neck as suddenly the wardrobe's doors got open. You both gasped. Your blush heavy and covering your whole face as Kuko and your bestie were standing there laughing. Ichiro immediately covered your chest and lower body part, in such a protective manner. His arms still wrapped around you. "Time's over! Get out of there, you lovebirds~!", Kuko laughed.

As you and Ichiro did so, you could see him looking at you and slightly smirking. He whispered against your ear one last thing before moving back on the couch:

"What if we finish it tonight, babygirl...?"

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[hypnomicimagines]

please ignore this requests aren’t open, i’ve just seen people ask for the drabble prompts!!! could you do 6 with jiro?

Yamada Jiro:

Tears: What does the character do when they accidentally make you cry.

It was a very unfortunate accident.

Jiro had just been doing what most teenagers his age do, screwing around with his friends, skating on things he shouldn’t be to test his skills, getting yelled at by adults who hopefully didn’t know his brother. He couldn’t help but want to let loose especially after working so hard day in and out; he’d be apologetic later if he had to be but the laughter he shared with his friends made him feel so much lighter. He wasn’t paying attention as much as he should’ve been, not realizing until it was too late that he was speeding toward an innocent civilian.

Of course it had to be you. The person who never spoke to him, who moved like a ghost through the halls, but who always drew his eye. You had only exchanged a few polite greetings and he'd asked you a question once in class just to hear your voice, but Jiro has had a crush on you for longer than he can remember.

It makes this situation that much more mortifying.

You’re sent crashing to the ground in the blink of an eye, the fear causing tears to gather more than any pain. Jiro had managed to direct the skateboard elsewhere and while he couldn’t stop himself from knocking into you, he planted his hands on the ground to brace himself and to stop his own body from crushing you. It brings you eye-to-eye with him so he can see the pain and scared look you’re giving him, your lower lip quivering as you tried to silently get yourself together for the sake of not embarrassing yourself in front of a bunch of rowdy high school boys.

His friends are calling out to him and urging him to just get up and come back to them but he waved them off, thinking it was probably time to head home for the day.

“H-hey…” Jiro rubbed the back of his head, wincing at the friction on his skinned palms, “I didn’t mean to- I mean, I’m sorry that I…”

You’re still sniffling but you nodded at him, looking at his other hand that’s extended to you.

“Did I hurt you? D-Do you need me to-?” He was going to ask if he should get the first-aid kit from his house but there’s a suddenly anxiousness that overcomes him; if he took you home then you’d meet his bratty little brother who would make him look even worse. He’d already ruined his chances of you seeing him as anything other than a bumbling oaf, he didn’t need Saburo to make your impression so bad you’d walk in the opposite direction whenever he approached.

“I’m okay,” You mumbled, wiping the dirt off your own clothes, “Your skateboard… If you don’t get it, it might get ran over.”

Jiro panicked for a moment, rushing to the street to grab his board before it met a fate worse than death; he’d really have a hard time explaining to Ichiro what happened there. Still, he didn’t feel much like riding it anymore, letting it hang uselessly at his side.

“I have to make it up to you somehow, right?” Jiro sighed as he tried to wrack his brain, wondering if it would be rude to ask to ‘phone a friend’ aka call Ichiro to find the best solution. “Uh, I could… Uh, make you lunch?”

“You don’t have to.”

“But I gotta apologize properly…” Jiro sighed again, “Look, I’ll make something extra good. Your lunches for a week, okay? Look forward to it!”

Did he even know how to cook…?

It looked like you were going to find out one way or another.

[tickly-giggles]

Could u do prompts 22 and/or 24 with aizawa and present mic? If u do x reader could you do with the reader otherwise I would enjoy reading it with eachother! ❤️

Yes yes yes, so cute!! I ship EraserMic so hard so yes! Also, for future reference, I don't do x reader fics. Sorry bout that

BUT onto the fic~!

Warning: Tickle fic ahead! Also very light bondage

Prompt: "When I find you, you're dead!" / "Please be gentle~!"

Characters: Mic, Aizawa, very short amount of Shinso

Shipping: EraserMic

Lee: Mic

Ler: Aizawa

Word Count: 1,343

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“When I find you, you’re dead!”

The words rang throughout the house like an explosion. Mic giggled childishly, diving into the closet in his and his husband’s bedroom. It may have been an obvious hiding spot, but Mic would be lying if he said he didn’t want Aizawa to find him. The circumstances that led up to him hiding in a closet played back in his head, and he couldn’t help but giggle again at the memory.

“Come on, it’ll be fun~,” Mic grinned at Shinso, who was currently doing his best to ignore his honorary father by distracting himself with a video game.

“No offense, but that doesn’t sound fun, it just sounds like we’d annoy him,” 

the purple haired boy paused his game and rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly,

“I’d personally rather not get in the middle of it.”

“Aww, but it’s not permanent! It’ll wash off, c’mon!”

Shinso couldn’t stop the small smile that tugged at his lips from Mic’s childlike excitement over something so silly, though he rolled his eyes and shook his head in response,

“It’s still a no. Sorry, Yamada-sensei.”

Mic smiled softly at him and playfully ruffled Shinso’s hair,

“Fine, I’ll do it myself. And you don’t need to be so formal with me, Hitoshi.”

Shinso blushed and nodded, smiling wider and starting his game back up as Mic exited his bedroom.

From there, the prank was set in motion. Mic had snuck back into his and Aizawa’s bedroom with a black marker, knelt down beside him while he was curled up under the covers, and hesitated. His husband looked so peaceful. Strands of his disheveled, black hair spilled over his content face in a way that perfectly framed his gorgeous features. His lips were slightly parted, rhythmic breaths escaped his nose with the occasional, gentle snore, and his eyelashes rested against his cheeks.

Mic smiled. How did he get so lucky? His eyes twinkled with pure joy and love for his partner. Joy was quickly replaced with mischief, and a smirk spread across his face as he popped the cap off of the marker.

“Hizashi!” 

Aizawa’s sudden, angry voice snapped Mic out of his reminiscing, and he grinned nervously as he listened to his footsteps gradually get closer.

“I’m going to find you, hiding from me is irrational,”

Aizawa huffed, looking under the bed, then mentally smacking himself for thinking Mic could fit under it. He stood and glared around the room, his eyes eventually falling on the closet. He grumbled and made to open the door, but stopped. He steadied his breathing as he thought for a moment, then grinned slightly,

“I suppose he’s not here. Oh well.”

Finally, he started tapping his feet against the floor, gradually slowing his movements to mimic the sound of him leaving the room.

Mic smirked and rolled his eyes. Like he would fall for the oldest trick in the book. Aizawa was smart, there was no way he would leave without checking the most obvious hiding spot. About a minute passed and there was no sound coming from the other side of the closet door. Mic felt his confidence sinking. Maybe Aizawa did leave? It couldn’t hurt to check, right? 

He swallowed nervously, his hand shaking as he reached for the door handle. Slowly, the door slid open, and he peeked into the room. A triumphant grin replaced his previously anxious expression. The room was empty.

Mic chuckled airily, stepping further into the room,

“I don’t know why I was so nervous. He had no idea I was– WAAHH-!!”

The boisterous pro hero shrieked as he was tackled to the bed. He craned his neck to see Aizawa sitting on his lower back, eyes glowing red, hair defying gravity, and his scarf held tightly in his hands. Most importantly, his face was decorated with random drawings and words in black marker. He smirked and let his hair fall majestically,

“I’m surprised you didn’t hear me hooking myself to the ceiling.”

Mic blushed slightly in embarrassment, and smiled shyly,

“You know my hearing isn’t what it used to be.”

Suddenly, he couldn’t stop the amused giggles that bubbled from his throat at Aizawa’s face. The quirk erasing pro smirked back at his husband and grabbed his wrists, tying them to his ankles with his scarf in a swift motion,

“I’ll give you something to laugh about.”

“W-Wait wha–” 

Mic’s face erupted in even more red, and he experimentally tugged at his bindings, to no avail,

“Shota, what are you doing? Let me go!”

“I don’t think so. In fact,”

Aizawa leaned down and pressed his lips against Mic’s ear, making him shiver,

“I think you wanted me to catch you~.”

Mic swallowed nervously, panic and excitement filling his mind. He didn’t bother replying as Aizawa got to work, carefully taking off his husband’s socks. Aizawa grinned at the way Mic curled his toes when the cool air in the room hit his feet. 

“Something wrong, Hizashi~? You seem nervous.”

Mic bit his lip at Aizawa’s teasing tone, wishing he could bite back with a snarky remark of his own, but he knew that would only get him into more trouble. Aizawa could be quite merciless when he wanted to be. So, he simply replied,

“I’m fine.”

“Are you sure? Is it the fact that I’m going to tickle you, no matter what you do?”

The teasing tone in Aizawa’s voice only worsened how vulnerable Mic felt. He shook his head, trying to fight off the anticipatory tingles that danced across his bare soles. A sigh of resignation escaped his lips, a small, nervous smile creeping onto his face as he addressed his husband once more,

“Just… Please be gentle.”

Aizawa smirked, remaining silent as he started slowly dragging his nails up and down Mic’s soles. The touch was so sudden that he squealed in surprise, then soft giggles escaped his quivering lips.

“Here’s how things are going to go, Hizashi,”

the quirk erasing pro hero started, pulling Mic’s toes back and lightly scratching at a spot just below his big toe,

“You’re going to apologize for playing such a juvenile prank on me. But before that, you’re going to laugh to your heart’s content,”

Aizawa grinned at Mic’s whimpering at his teasing words and light strokes on his ticklish soles. He began running his index finger underneath every single toe while his other hand held them back, causing his ticklish victim to whine and squeak with each new touch,

“That’s why you pulled such a stunt, isn’t it? Because you wanted me to punish you?”

“S-Shuhuhut up, Shohohota!”

“Oh? Is that any way to speak to someone who has you in such a position?”

“Wait, noho I’m sorry! I’m sohohorry, Shota, please, nohohot THAHAHAHAT!! SHOTAHAHAHAHA!! NOHOHONONONO PLEHEHEHEASE~!”

Mic thrashed frantically as his husband began mercilessly raking his nails up and down his helpless soles. Aizawa knew exactly what to do to drive him up the wall, and this was one of them. He also knew what Mic could and couldn’t take and, while he couldn’t take being tickle tortured like this, he knew he loved it regardless. 

The two had their session well into the afternoon, much later than either of them had expected to go. Mic’s soles were on fire with ticklish electricity coursing through each and every nerve by the time Aizawa was finished with him. The stoic pro hero never skipped aftercare, and he made sure Mic didn’t protest as he rubbed a cool lotion on his sensitive soles. Mic had, indeed, ended up apologizing far before the tickle session was finished, but Aizawa only stopped once he yelled out their safe word. As the two cuddled in bed by nightfall, Mic looked up at his calm husband. They were both freshly cleaned from a warm shower, and Aizawa’s face was finally rid of the marker doodles. With a slight grin, Mic closed his eyes and cuddled into his husband’s warm chest, unable to stop thinking about what his next prank would be.

[partyofwords]

Older Sister Yamada ~ *Ichiro Yamada*

Summary: Ever since you've started dating Ichiro, you've taken on the role of older sister of the Yamada Brothers. Each night is crazy, but it's times like this that makes you happy to have that role.

Pairing: Yamada Ichiro X Fem!Reader

Genre: Fluffy Drabble

Word Count: 830

Warning: double entendre, making out, gets steamy towards the end.

Masterlist

Upon entering their apartment, the two younger Yamada brothers were greeted with the smell of food. Jiro could feel his mouth water and Saburo closed his eyes and hummed in delight. It seemed their oldest brother was making dinner already. Which was good, as they were both starving.

“It smells amazing, Nii-chan.” Jiro called out, dropping his backpack off at the door.

Both brothers were surprised to see you peak around the corner with a cheerful smile. “I’m happy to hear it, Jiro. Ichiro stepped out for a minute, but he should be back soon. Dinner’s not ready yet, so the two of you have time to get started on your homework.”

“Ah, what?” Jiro whined, which made Saburo laugh.

“You need all the help you can, so you better get to work.”

“HUH? WHAT’S THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN?!”

“HEY!” You pointed the spoon you were cooking at them threateningly. “If you two are just going to cause trouble, you can take it outside. I just cleaned this place.”

Both boys dropped their fists and hung their heads. “We’re sorry.”

“Mhmm.” You tsked under your breath before returning to the stove. “Dinner should be ready to go in about twenty minutes. Ichiro should be back around that time, so let’s see how much you can get done in that time. Whoever gets the most work done will get extra dessert.”

That seemed to satisfy them both as they scrambled to get out their homework and get to work. You kept a chuckle to yourself as you continued cooking. It seemed the bargaining strategies you also used with Ichiro seemed to work with his brothers as well. You’d have to save this information for later so you could exploit the hell out of it.

As the twenty minutes passed by, you’d occasionally have to scold the boys for bickering too loudly, but it went pretty smoothly. Dinner smelled divine and you were ready to dish it out when the door to the apartment opened again.

“Ichi-nii! I got all of my homework done faster than Jiro!” Saburo called out to his oldest brother.

“HEY!” Jiro shot back at him. “I got all of my homework done too!”

“Not as fast as me. That means I’ll get more dessert tonight!”

“LIKE HELL!”

“WANNA PUT YOUR MONEY WHERE YOUR MOUTH IS?!”

“GUYS!” Ichiro finally shouted over the two of them before sighing. “I’m proud of you both for getting your work done so quickly. But what do you mean extra dessert tonight?”

Saburo pointed to the kitchen, where you were finishing up dinner. “Y/n said.”

You weren’t really paying attention to the brothers behind you, which is why you jumped when you felt Ichiro hug you from behind, placing his head on your shoulder.

“Smells good, babe.”

“Good, I’m glad. If you want to help me serve it, I’ll give you some extra dessert tonight as well.”

He hummed against your shoulder, understanding your double entendre. “You always know exactly what to say. When the boys are in bed tonight, I’ll take that dessert.”

“Get a room, you two!” Jiro groaned.

You felt Ichiro tense against you and you laughed. “Don’t tell me the great Yamada Ichiro is embarrassed about a little playful teasing!”

“Shut up.”

“Alright, alright. Dinner is getting cold. So let’s eat!” 

Pulling away from Ichiro, you handed a plate to Saburo. Ichiro grabbed Jiro’s plate and the four of you ate together at the small kitchen table. Conversation came easy, as you all talked about your days and the new anime that was coming out in less than a month that all three boys were excited to start watching. Jiro was annoyed to see Saburo get his extra dessert, but you managed to sneak him some more when he flashed some pleading eyes. Ichiro winked at you but kept his mouth shut. 

Anyone outside looking in would think the four of you made a perfect family. And it was nights like this that made you believe the same. It really was the perfect night.

After watching some TV with the boys, Ichiro shooed Jiro and Saburo to bed. Of course they complained, but you simply told them that if they stayed, they’d have to watch you and Ichiro snuggle together. That easily got them off to bed without further delay.

When Ichiro was sure they wouldn’t be coming out anytime soon, he hovered over you. “So, about that extra dessert?”

You rolled your eyes. “You’re insatiable.”

“And you promised.”

“I suppose I did.” You pressed a kiss to his lips. “But I gotta say, tonight was the perfect night.”

He hummed against your lips, holding you close. “You’re right. Days like this, I think you’d be the perfect older sister to Jiro and Saburo.”

You chuckled. “Slow down, Ichi. Put a ring on it first and then we can talk about being the older sister to your brothers.”

“I intend to, someday.” He mumbled.

“I can’t wait for someday.”

[vampykween]

“look at you, my pretty girl,” simon coos at you. he pats the side of your face affectionately and you nuzzle into the touch as best as you can without letting his cock slip from the warm confines of your mouth.

some days, you want nothing more than to turn of your brain and not think, just simply be. your lover always knew what you needed in moments like these. w loved the way all you had to focus on was the heavy weight of simon’s thick cock in your mouth - your mind able to easily shut off and slip into a blissful state. the glowing praise always makes you slip even further, ever one to please.

“my best girl…always so good to me baby.” you’re sure you could stay like this forever: mouth full and head empty.

[max-nico]

"What're you doing?" Tails asks, looking down at Amy, who's currently laying on the wood floor of Vanilla's home.

"I wanna get a whole bunch of hearts for a craft I'm doing, but I don't really know where I wanna get them from."

She neglects to say the craft is for the foxes older brother, but she's sure he'll come to that conclusion himself. Instead, Tails looks stunned, and a little fearful. His jaw is dropped and his eyes are wide as he stumbles back with a tiny screech.

"You're gonna rip people's hearts out?! For arts n crafts!?"

Amy laughs at the misunderstanding, maybe a little too hard, maybe it sounds a little deranged, maybe she made it sound that way on purpose to mess with him a little, maybe that makes her laugh harder. She laughs so hard her stomach starts to hurt.

"No, I need a heart that looks like this." She puts her hand into the shape and smiles at him. "See? Like a cartoon."

"Those are hands, not a cartoon."

"Well, yeah. But the shape my hands are in is called a heart."

Tails looks at Amy with a blank look. She feels like she's being accused of being stupid without any words being said.

"That's not what a heart looks like."

"Not a real one, it's a cartoon heart! Like… uhm… uh…" She trails off. Tails waits for her to explain patiently. Like he always does. "It's not like a real heart, it's like a symbol for things like uhm–love or closeness, but we just call it a heart. I… guess?"

"Oh. Okay. It's like fig-ur-a-tive or met-metaphorical?"

"Exactly."

Tails raises an eyebrow at her still heart shaped hands, then turns his head toward his swishing namesakes. They lift, and he copies the shape.

"Heart." He says.

Amy nods approvingly, "Heart."

A shitty drabble of a headcanon that Tails had a hard time understanding sarcasm and figurative language

Tails is like... 5 1/2 at the oldest lol. Woe, little guy be upon ye

[kamapon]

Again I asked twitter to give me prompts for Saint Seiya, Idolish7, Hypmic and Bungou Stray Dogs.

My followers provided

[angelltheninth]

Could you write fem Reader and Ichijiku Kadenokoji with the prompt “It’s my thigh or nothing, I’m not helping you get off.”?

She does have the perfect thighs for that.

Pairing: Ichijiku Kadenokoji x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, power dynamic, thigh riding, nipple sucking, giving orders, kissing, ass slapping, dom/sub dynamic

A/N: She has pillows both up and down.

155. “It’s my thigh or nothing, I’m not helping you get off.”

"Don't give me that kicked puppy look. It won't work on me, you know it won't." Ichijiku smacked your ass in discipline, smirking at your lips, pressed so tight and still little whines escaped from you. "It's my thigh or nothing, I'm not helping you get off." And no amount of begging would break you, that was clear to you.

"But... can't you feel how horny I am?" Your hips rolled forward and backward slowly, your pussy dragging across her thick thigh, making it wetter.

You could feel the muscle flexing, only making the ache between your legs worse because there was nothing for your pussy to tighten against. The only stiff body parts were Ichijiku's nipples which you latched onto to keep your moans and whines back.

"Such a brat. You don't get what you want so you throw a fit. I know you can come from my thigh alone. Or is it not good enough for you?" Her nails dig into your ass, jolting your hips forward again. You moaned around her nipple, "If this won't do then you're not getting anything until you get home." You whined again, holding back tears of frustration.

She wasn't gonna help you, she was here to tell you what you do, not aid you in doing it. To disobey her would mean giving yourself punishment. All you could do was listen. You braced yourself against her, licking over the tattoo on her breast, tracing it with your tongue as your hips finally started moving seriously.

"Good girl. It's good that you understand." You did understand. You knew where you stood, where your place was. Fortunately Ichijiku didn't mind that it was on her thigh, using it for your pleasure on her orders.

[niishii]

Our Little Secret (MHA Drabbles)

warnings; none, just fluff.

Divider: @firefly-graphics header: images from pinterest

prompt; you're a teacher at ua who is also in a secret relationship with aizawa, hizashi, and toshi

✦ Aizawa Shota; Today was one of those days in which the quiet man with sad eyes and binding cloths covering half of his face sat on the couch alone—eyes glued to the news broadcasting channel—while you stood on the opposite side of the room nursing a cup of bitter-tasting black coffee. When the bitterness got too much for you, you tossed the paper cup in the trash and walked over to sit on the couch. He sat with his arms sprawled across the back of the couch as you sank into the cushions and resisted the magnetic force pulling you towards him. That magnetic force eventually manifested itself into a binding cloth, gentle wrapping around your shoulders and tugging towards the empty space against him. After a second or two of resisting, you gave in and settled against him, your head resting against his chest and your legs tucked underneath you as you snuggled against his side. Although risky, you both were comfortable as you both watched a couple of pro heroes being interviewed after saving a family from a gruesome fire. "How's your day going?" You managed to ask as his arm now rested along your shoulders, pulling you closer. "It's going better now, And you?" he mumbled, resting his head on yours now. You couldn't help but smile, your body relaxing as you two enjoyed each other's company for only a few minutes longer. "Same here. Much better," you replied. The two of you remained like that until the bell rang, signaling that lunch was over. Unfortunately, you both were reluctant to leave each other's grasp.

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✦ Hizashi Yamada; Sneaking around with him was nothing less than a thrill and a difficult task. At this rate you wouldn't surprised if the other UA instructors knew of your relationship given the many close calls you both had getting caught. Almost everyday when the students were dismissed for lunch, you found yourself migrating to his classroom. He'd be sitting at his desk, pretending to not be eagerly awaiting your arrival. When you saw you, he could never keep his voice down nor hide his excitement. As if he hadn't seen you in years, he'd spring from his desk and rush to you, his arms engulfing you into a hug before you could remind him for the umpteenth time that your relationship was to remain a secret. However, this warning does little to stop him from quickly pecking your cheek just before anyone in the hallway can catch you both in close proximity. During days when you can't find him in his classroom when the bell rings, he'll have one of his students deliver a note to you saying to meet him a secure location on campus during lunchtime. It felt like highschool all over again with the two of you sneaking around on school grounds to talk about your day and the progress you both were making with your students. Everytime you both parted, he'd quickly pull you close and kiss your forehead before whispering, "I'll see you later, babe." When the bell rings signaling lunch is over, you head back to your classroom, unable to wipe the chipper smile from your face.

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✦ Toshinori Yagi; Resisting the urge to hold hands with Toshi as you both head for the teacher's lounge is more than you both can bear. Sometimes, if the coast is clear and no one else is around, he'll take you by the hand and give it a gentle squeeze. Unfortunately, you both don't want to deal with questions from your coworkers, students, or the media so you both quickly release each other's hands if someone's walking down the hall. You both find solace in the teacher's lounge, where you sit side by side and eat lunch together all while talking about your day. Occasionally he reach for your hand and squeeze it under the table in case someone comes walking in. Lunch goes by fast when you're with him. There never seems to be enough time to recap each other's day, because you both are two busy stealing glances towards the door everytime someone passes. When the bell rings, signaling your departure, he'll take by the hand and press a quick kiss to the back of it. "Enjoy the rest of your day, beautiful," He'd say just before the both of you go your separate ways for the time being.

[actualyoyo]

Mha but it’s just quotes from my school

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Allmight: *accidently hits shouji on the head with a fishing rod* Oopsies

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denki: *sitting beside shinsou* I just wanna say you have really nice posture!

Shinsou: *stares at him* okay?

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Present mic: my hair is the only straight thing about me

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Aizawa: denki, I can hear your music

Denki: huh? No *takes out air pods and turns down music*

Aizawa: every one can hear your music

Denki: no listen

Aizawa:….. you turned your music off.

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Kirishima: idk I just wish money didn’t exist and we were all nice and got along!

Sero: are you communist?!

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Bakugou: *standing behind denki*

Sero:don’t look but he’s behind you (talking to denki)

Bakugou: you are in MY seat

Present mic: the seating plan is FREE no assigned seats!

Denki: yeah!

Sero: jirou took his seat

Bakugou: THEN TAKE IT BACK

And so bakugou sat behind him on a chair for the rest of the class and breathed down his neck

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Jirou: you look pissed

Bakugou: I always look pissed

*faint laughs in the back round from present mic*

Bakugou: somethings always pissing me off

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Denki: you were wrong

Bakugou: what!?

Denki: this is third time you’ve been wrong. Be better.

Bakugou: turn back around.

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Denki: ALL IM SAYING IS ITS HARD TO PAY ATTENTION IN CLASS WHEN ALL MIGHTS NIPPLES ARE ALWAYS HARD THROUGH HIS SHIRT!

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Jirou: I hate having a crush. What should I do?

Denki: idk bro get a bf. Do crack.