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BNHA *SMUT
•Learning Aizawa
ALL CHARACTERS ARE 18+ (UA high as a college university)
(Aizawa x yandere!student reader x Hizashi, friend!Bakugou x reader)
*part 1 - Learning Aizawa
*part 2 - Anything to Prove
*part 3 - Could Kill
part 4 - Getting Caught
*part 5 - Stay With Me
part 6 - Comfort and Lead Me
Cecil: Hey, have you seen my boyfriend?
Hotel clerk: What does he look like?
Cecil: He is beautiful. He has perfect hair and teeth like a military cemetery. Here, let me show you a photo.
Hotel clerk: Okay. Where did you see him last?
Cecil: What? Oh! No, he’s not missing, I just thought you should see him.
Hey !
So ! Could we have a NSfW undertaker (from black butler) loving to look at him in his fem! Partner (reader) having sex. Like his partner doesn’t know that he loves it so he makes sure, a little sneakily, to stand in front of a mirror….
Thanks !!
🌲| here you are! sorry this took so long. i read somewhere that his actual name was Adrian Crevan, but that didn't seem to suit him, so i just went ahead and referred to him as his original title. however, the reader refers to him as "Adrian." i hope that is okay! i also apologize if i don't characterize him well :)) happy reading<33
"I can't tell you how thrilled I am that you're finally gonna let me try makeup looks on you! You never let me before."
You had your boyfriend by his wrist, excitedly pulling him along with you to the bathroom with your makeup kit in your other hand. The Undertaker behind you had a waning smile on his stitched face, sharp green eyes possessing their usual mischievous glint- although at this moment, it seemed to be brighter than usual.
What you didn't know right now was that Undertaker was... extremely horny. His pants were tight, his groin ached, and it was all he could do to keep his hair carefully draped over the tent in his pants so that you wouldn't notice.
However- he didn't intend to remain in this state. He wasn't chasing only after his own pleasure- he wanted yours as well. Undertaker wanted to feel your wetness around his throbbing cock, hear your soft little whines as you begged him for more.
But more than anything, he wanted to see you.
That was why Undertaker had finally decided to allow you to do his makeup (he normally wouldn't because he's fond of the scar across his face)- it meant going to the bathroom in which there was a mirror that he could fuck you in front of. It was actually one of his biggest turn-ons- but the thing was, you didn't know that, and he definitely didn't feel like explaining one of his kinks to you. So this makeup thing had been the perfect opening.
Meanwhile, he had to concoct a response.
"Of course, lovely- however, you wouldn't have left me alone, anyway, hm?"
You grinned, eyes squinting shut. "Nope!"
The two of you arrived at the bathroom door at last, you flipping the light switch up as you pulled Undertaker inside behind you, at last releasing his arm to dart over to the sink counter and begin setting up your supplies. Meanwhile, the door shut and locked behind the Undertaker, who coyly slipped away from the door and made his way behind you.
You, oblivious to the Undertaker's plans, were cheerfully sifting through your makeup products, looking for shades that you thought would suit your eccentric partner. "Hm... what do you think of a dark red lip tint?" you asked him absently, narrowing your eyes in concentration. "Or maybe a light pink would work better..." You pouted your lips in thought. "Hm.."
It was while you were wondering about what lip shade would suit the Undertaker best that you suddenly felt two slender hands make their way around either side of your waist, squeezing gently. Caught off guard, you gasped slightly, starting to turn around. "What-"
Before you could even begin your sentence, the Undertaker whirled your body around to face him, your pelvis brushing against the erection in his pants. Your back was arched slightly over the counter, lips parted in surprise and your boyfriend's silver hair spilling onto your body.
Your eyes widened as it dawned on you why he had suddenly been open to you doing his makeup. He never had any intentions of anything like that- obviously what he had in mind was a bit more carnal.
You blinked a few times before grinning knowingly and rolling your eyes. "Asshole- you were never going to let me do your makeup, were you?"
"Clever," the Undertaker smirked, his hands sliding down your waist and his long fingers hooking around the waistband of your skirt. "Turn around for me, will you, dear? I want you to look at yourself the entire time."
You scoffed and looked away, but you obliged anyway, facing your own flushed face in the mirror. Slowly, the Undertaker lowered your skirt down your legs until it was resting on the floor around your ankles before getting rid of your underwear in the same manner. Gingerly, he slipped one cool hand up your shirt to wrap it around your waist before leaning over your shoulder and turning his head to kiss your neck, his gray hair spilling all down your upper body. Immediately, you dropped your eyes, the sensation of his warm lips on your skin distracting you as you let out a soft sigh.
Even without looking, Undertaker somehow knew you weren't facing the mirror anymore, and lifted your chin with his other hand, his lips barely brushing the tip of your ear as he spoke. "Now, now, lovely, I do recall telling you to face the mirror- did I not?"
You nodded warily, reluctantly looking back up. Undertaker's lips spread into a wide grin that displayed his sharp teeth, nipping at your earlobe once before sucking the spot just behind your ear, making your last breath come out shaky. The hand that had been around your waist slithered down your stomach until his fingers were tracing over your moist sex. Sensing his hair, you started to look down, but remembered to keep your eyes straight ahead at the last second.
"My, my, wet already?" Undertaker chuckled, the sound vibrating against your skin as he ran a single finger up your slit, making you gasp. "Don't forget, sweetheart- keep your eyes on your reflection." With that, he dipped his middle and ring fingers inside of you, eliciting a strangled cry.
His fingers at first moved slowly, teasingly, but as he watched your face begin to melt in the mirror Undertaker decided to move faster, relishing in the whimpers coming from you, a mixture of pleasure and embarrassment. His thumb rose to your clit to brush over it gently with his fingers still pumping within you, your legs squirming as you tried to get out of his grip.
"Mm, Adrian-" You clapped a hand over your mouth to stifle your moans, moving your hips with the Undertaker's fingers.
"There you go, my dear- move just like that for me." His other arm squeezed your waist roughly, preventing you from breaking free of his grip, the only movement you were able to make the one you were making now. But soon the Undertaker restricted that as well, forcing you to stay still while he only fingered you faster.
You had to drop your hand from your mouth to grip the counter, doing your best to keep looking in the mirror with the Undertaker's sly grin behind you. His hand was just a blur now; your moans increased in volume and your legs began to tremble uncontrollably.
"Ah, legs are shaking already, angel? Does it feel that good?" the Undertaker cooed mockingly. Your face was hotter than ever and it was all you could do to keep from shrieking.
"Oh, oh, fuck- Ad- Adrian, slow down-" You could hardly form a sentence, your breathing was so ragged. The pleasure was building up so rapidly that you were almost sure you'd come right there, and your sweaty, disheveled reflection only served to fluster you more.
The Undertaker, however, adored the feeling of your warm wetness engulfing his fingers and how your whines and pleas sounded- they were music to his ears. Of course, he didn't plan to only finger you- but to lengthen his fun (and your misery), he made a show of mulling it over.
"Hm? Slow down? Is that what you said?"
"Ye- ah! Oh- oh, fuck-"
The Undertaker tilted his head to one side, feigning confusion. "Darling, you have to know that I simply will not be able to understand you if you keep stuttering like that."
Eyes rolling back into your head, you made a half-hearted effort to squirm out of his steel grip but to no avail. "Slow- slow down, please-"
"Ah! That's what you're saying. Why did you not say that before? Slow down... I suppose I'll have to think it over a while..."
Your clit was swollen and achy, and you could feel yourself leaking around the Undertaker's fingers- you were already near overstimulated, and you had yet to even orgasm. Still, you couldn't manage to squeeze out another plea, lost in your constant whimpers and moans.
Oh, but how pretty you looked in such a state of disarray, glossy lips parted, hair sticking to your glistening face, your stomach heaving up and down. And the adorable flush on your face as he forced you to hold your own gaze in the mirror- the Undertaker hated for it to end, even for a second. But he wasn't finished yet, and he certainly wouldn't want you to come already before he even got to penetrate you himself.
"Well, alright- if you say so." The Undertaker withdrew his fingers abruptly, releasing your waist as well. Exhausted and legs still quivering, your body slumped, your breath short.
The Undertaker was appalled. "Spent already, lovely? I'm afraid that just won't do- now I need you to be a doll and bend over, alright?"
Still trying to catch your breath, you did so without a fight. Staring at your suddenly unfamiliar reflection in the mirror in front of you, you heard the Undertaker undress behind you before you felt his hands grip you firmly on the hips. You could only catch a brief glimpse of his bare legs and pale body before his eyes overtook you, glinting brighter than you'd ever seen them.
"Now- let's see how fast you can come, shall we, pretty?" the Undertaker laughed before spearing his length into you, ripping your breath away; you suddenly felt completely filled.
The Undertaker's pace quickened faster than you could register, and picking up where he left off, you were already close to orgasm, moaning more than before. Faint groans could be heard from the Undertaker as well as he pounded into you, barely allowing you time to recollect yourself from before as he chased his own release. You could almost feel him brush your cervix, whimpering frantically while the ecstasy overwhelmed you. You could feel his chartreuse eyes burning into you from the mirror, watching you as you approached your climax.
Finally, the knot that had been tightening in your stomach was ready to snap, and you managed a choked "Adrian, I- I'm going to-" before feeling your fluids spill all over his dick and drip down your inner thighs. Your vision went white for a split second, overstimulation setting in; the Undertaker did not let up one bit.
It was only after drool had begun leaking from your mouth and you could hardly stand that Undertaker finally came, his cum flooding your insides following a stifled groan. You felt that, too, slide down your legs, but you were far too exhausted to care, slumping over on the counter the second the Undertaker let go of your hips.
Your boyfriend seemed to gather himself more quickly than you did, moving towards you with a smirk as he promptly lifted you up by the waist and sat you down on top of the counter, ignoring the fact that he was still naked.
"You did quite well, my dear," Undertaker praised you, lifting your chin up with a single finger. "My, my I didn't imagine you'd be this fun to fuck in front of a mirror." He shook his head, letting his hair fall back in front of his eyes. Then, with a wide grin, he tapped his temple. "I wonder what the Phantomhive butler will think when I make a joke of this!"
If I’ve learned anything from about 25 years of actively being engaged in fandom, it’s this: fuck everybody else.
Your favorite character ain’t the fandom’s favorite character? Fuck ‘em.
Your ship is the rarepair or the one people think is icky? Fuck ‘em.
You like the tropes and meta and character analysis that make other people roll their eyes? Fuck ‘em.
Engage with fandom in the ways that make you happy and comfortable and fulfilled and fuck everybody else. Like the things you like because you like them, because not everybody else is gonna love them the way you do.
Be cringe and be free, hallowed be thy name, goddamn.
*slaps Loid like I’m a salesperson showing off a new car*: you can pack so much anxiety into this one man
"Is that him?"
You swallowed dryly, forcing yourself to shake your head. Floyd pouted, but went on, pointing towards a student with cat-like eats and a sleek tail sorting through a stack of books on the other side of the library. "What about that guy? He looks like your type." There was a slight pause, the tip of a tapered tongue flicking out to wet his lips. "I've never had beastman, before."
"I told you, I don't know who it is." You attempted to keep your voice calm, steady, but you couldn't stop yourself from driving your nails into your palms, accidentally crumpling the note still clutched in one of your hands in the process. That was what he'd gotten so mad about - a note, a few stupid, misspelled words scribbled onto a piece of paper, slipped into your bag during class, and only discovered when you'd met him at Monstro Lounge that afternoon. It hadn't even been explicitly romantic, just a request from some anonymous admirer to meet up in the library at a certain time. You hadn't wanted to come, but Floyd had insisted, and you knew better than make yourself the target of his ire. "Can't we just go back to your dorm? I don't want to spend all day waiting for someone who probably doesn't exist to turn up."
"But cuttlefish," He drew the pet name out into a prolonged, pitchy whine. Collapsing onto the cushioned bench, he threw an arm over your shoulders and pulled you against his side, his gaze remaining fixed on the students passing by. A grin played at his lips, but it was a hollow smile, all teeth and no warmth beyond the electric zeal he seemed to radiate whenever he was looking for someone to tear apart. "I wanna meet your new boyfriend. It's not like you can hide him from me forever."
You crossed your arms. "I don't have anything to hide."
He let out an airy chuckle and instantly, you stiffened. Before you could brace yourself, his arm fell to your waist and dragged you into his lap, his search temporarily interrupted as he buried his face in the side of your neck. This was a time-tested part of his tantrums, too - in between all the quiet anger and playful threats, there'd be overbearing affection, quick nips to your cheeks and messy kisses that left your lips bruised and your lungs aching. With more than a little effort, you forced yourself to relax, sighing as you melted into his chest. "Can't help it if I wanna keep you all to myself," he muttered, his voice muffled by your proximity. Despite your better judgment, you softened, raking your fingers through his tousled hair as he went on. "It's so hard, having a partner everybody else wants to snatch up. I've gotta imagine someone coming along and taking you away from me every time I turn my back."
You let yourself smile. His possessiveness, while suffocating, was frustratingly endearing, and it did come from a place of genuine love. You wished that love didn't take the form of hyper-paranoia and violent fits, but with your boyfriend, you had to take what you could get. "You've really got to relax, Floyd. I'd never let that happen."
"I know I can trust you, but..."
He trailed off, his pointed nails burrowing into your sides. You leaned back, just enough to follow his stare to a boy lingering near the library's main entrance, nervously glancing from his phone to the room that laid before him and back again. It took you a second to recognize him, to place him as the person who sat one seat behind you in your first period, but Floyd didn't seem to need a reminder. Not if the new, cruel lilt to his lopsided grin was anything to judge by, anyway.
"You're not the one I'm gonna take a bite out of."
You curled your hands against your chest, unsure what you could say to help soothe the ache in the man that stood before you. Shrouded by the shadow of his rundown castle, with crumbling walls and empty rooms, you could safely say that it was a reflection of himself that he had decided to disappear into for as long as time passed outside it.
It wasn’t an unfamiliar concept.
You clutched your fingers together and stepped towards him. “It’s a heavy burden,” you hesitantly said, then paused.
Howl’s shoulders hunched, like he flinched, his dark hair bristling to nearly stand on end.
You glanced at Old Markl, who waved his fingers towards you, then returned them to clutching as his old and worn cane.
You stepped closer to Howl’s stretching shadow. “To carry all those emotions by yourself,” you stuttered, “Especially when it feels like they’re trapped in a cavern but have nowhere to escape.”
His shoulders fell as you spoke, and his head turned slightly to take in your words.
You moved closer, sitting slowly in the grass near his planted hand, near enough to be there but far enough not to be.
He didn’t move.
You crossed your legs under you and dropped your hands into your lap. The words that crowded your tongue were so familiar to you, but not to say. They were said to you hundreds, if not thousands of times, and yet you never thought you’d have to repeat them to someone else; never thought you would be strong enough to be able to deliver them with the purpose each letter needed behind them. “You have people that care about you,” you said slowly, untangling the mess from your throat, “And they might not care about you in the way that you want right now, or in the way that you’re craving right now, but it’s in the way that you need it most.” You twisted the fabric of your trousers between your fingers and took in a deep breath. Old words filled your mouth, pulled from the air and formed as though it was someone else taking a moment to speak through you, and for you, and at you at the same time.
“A heart is a heavy burden,” they said, and you found yourself following them, leaning towards Howl to take up his planted hand and force him to look at you for the first time that day, “And it isn’t a burden you have to carry on your own.”
His blue eyes stared back into yours for far longer than you wished, then traveled over your face, your mouth, your hair, and finally sparkled as a small smile twisted his lips up. “You’re a stubborn one, aren’t you?” he asked.
The tension in your shoulders finally released. You sagged, pressing the knuckles of his hand against your forehead as you sighed. “Have to be living with a man like you, Howl,” you muttered.
I really don’t know if I’m gonna go anywhere with this. It’s just fun practice and it’s nice to write in a world I’ve never written in before, and never really have gotten to experience before for myself. It’ll be a nice thing to go back to when I need to till the mental fields and get the juices flowing again.
But, for now, have this little bit of a Howl Pendragon thing that I’ve written.
(i recently got the book, so hopefully i’ll be able to pull myself together enough to read it)
let me know what you think
honestly one of my favorite things about Spy x Family is how Anya simultaneously thinks Twilight is the coolest AND lamest person in the entire world
Your giggling filled the room as Kurono could feel his heart race at the sound of it. Your voice was always so beautiful as he could listen to you speak for hours. Having the sweet sound of your voice in his head made all his worries melt away.
Well, it did before he showed up.
Kurono hated feeling like this. He hated being jealous of the only friend he ever had. All because the two of you would flirt right in front of him, and he couldn't do anything about it.
Nobody but him knew about this love he held dear for you. Every night he would have dreams about a life where the two of you would be together. A happy family without constant stress and pain.
He didn't want to admit it, but he knew that he would never be as strong as Kai. Not with a quirk like his. God, how he wished he could have a different quirk. Maybe then he'd feel better about himself. Have a feeling of self-worth and know that you're capable of loving him too.
It wasn't fair how Kai got everything he wanted while in the back. Being left to rot and stay in silence.
Hand warmer🤲🏻
You know, I've been thinking about that Jumin Bad Ending DLC. I want to replay it (and probably will soon) but I was just poking through the artwork for it, and I got that same, sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach that I experienced the first time I saw those images. I mean, yes, Jumin is gorgeous, but does anyone else just feel...icky when you really take a good, hard look at these?
I guess it's a testament to the artist for capturing something in his eyes in each scenario that really makes me think, "Yeah, this man is not dealing with life in a healthy way." I don't know, man, he just looks desperate, strung-out, feral, sleep-deprived, obsessive and so, so sad. Someone get this man (and his lover) a shrink.
the light doesn't quite reach his eyes like we know it should. and you can see the faint impression of shadows under his eyes that tell us he isn't getting the sleep he needs, or perhaps what sleep he does get is plagued by nightmares.
there's a degree of maturity and hope that is missing here that we got to see in his good/normal end : [ yeah you can really tell our poor little meow meow is suffering
do you ever sabotage your own free time? like wtf is that about? i want to play this game or read or do something specific but instead i will just stare out the window or scroll mindlessly???
If you are still taking asks for the Thanksgiving event, could we get some just general NSFW hcs for Jaehee, Yoosung & Saeran? Please n thank u! :3
ofc! I went ahead and included some others too, hope I did ok ^^
includes: Yoosung, Zen, Jaehee, 707, Jumin, Saeran, and V
Pairing: Dad!Levi x Fem!Reader
Genre and tags: Modern AU, romance, fluff, cute, dad Levi, mum reader, married couple, parents, Levi being a cute dad, CEO Levi.
Concept: Levi's gets a bit too excited when you go shopping with your baby. He buys a few Christmas outfits for your little girl. When you get home, Levi plays dress up with his baby girl and can't stop taking pickings and gushing over how pretty his sweet girl is.
Tag list: @levisbrat25 @ladycheesington @skittlelover69 @nyxiieluna @nbinairyn @strawberrybunny123 @li-anne @notgoodforlife @galactict3a @demonsimp6
