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Late Night Tutor (BNHA)

Pairing: Shigaraki x Dabi x Reader

Word Count: 3.5k

Warnings: Heavy noncon, blood, minor knife play

A/N: Here’s some food uwu

This was a bad idea. A terrible one that you were so stupid to even consider. You frowned at your table, looking at the stacks of textbooks, paper, and pencils and highlighters. Normally, when you tutored people, you would do it at the library. And during the day time. But the two who hired you were so desperate that they insisted it had to be tonight and at your place. For whatever reason.

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lucifer and satan competing to give mc the most pleasure? don’t worry if you don’t want to write it! 💖

This got SUPER long bur hey at least it has a plot?

Warning: NSFW, threesome

Dance of Flirtation (LUCIFER X F!READER X SATAN)

You're no stranger to the Lucifer-Satan feud, though you tried to stay out of it. 

Over the year of seeing and being around the two, you became especially close with Satan, staying mostly away from Lucifer due to his intimidating nature. 

On this trip to the castle, your purpose is to attend one of Diavolo's almost monthly balls and though you had nothing against the Devil himself and knew most of the brothers very well, it was a hassle attending balls with an angry jokester, aka Satan, who kept you from any potential dance partners while he has the time of his life with God knows how many other people because he just happens to be *that* popular. Very hypocritical, Satan, very hypocritical. 

You loved him nonetheless though and let him drag you along. 

Of course, you can't show up with Satan and not look stunning. As soon as your feet crossed over the entrance, all eyes were on you. Your red dress was freely flowing around you, your white mask accommodating your facial features, make up, and hairstyle. Speaking of, your hair was elegantly put together in a low braided bun, accessorized with diamonds and just the right amount of rubies to match the dress. Your white gloved hand was holding onto Satan's arm, which he so kindly offered. He, too, was dressed elegantly. His black suit was decorated with emeralds across the chest area, his deep green ball mask and wild hair making him an easy eye catcher for anyone. 

As soon as you've greeted the guests closest to the door, a waltz started to play and Satan, being the dancer that he tries to hide from everyone, took the opportunity to steal your first dance. He'd always do this. Steal your firsts, that is. He was your first hug, your first kiss, your first time… your first everything. And you regret nothing. 

The song picked up, making you circle your partner and laughing at his smug face. It was a dance of flirtation, or so the blond called it. Waltz's were to impress his lady, to woo her, to make her his. And thus, with a spin, you changed partners. 

To your surprise, you found yourself being spun into the open arms of none other than Lucifer, a very well known strategist, a duellist, and so called “Prince of Darkness”. You have to yet actually converse with the man outside of chores and formalities, but he was quite the eye catcher, though not easily approachable. You remember Satan warning you of him, saying, “he's unpredictable, fast, skilled. Just stay away from him, or do you want to be fooled?” The smirk that followed was ignored for obvious reasons and so was the shiver sent down your spine. 

But now you were in his arms. The musicians changed the song a few moments ago, their skilled fingers slowing from a fast waltz to an apathetic melody that lovingly caressed your ears and set your soul at ease. Yet, the strong voice of Lucifer brought you back, “ I see you every day, yet it seems like you avoid me on purpose. Tell me, why?” 

Looking up into his fiery red eyes, you let yourself be spun around by him, before being brought back into his firm figure, the steady hand on the small of your back making it clear he wasn't going to let you go after this song. “I'm… I'm not avoiding you… just.. You're kind of scary, Lucifer.” You finally responded, deciding that it was best to tell the truth, toward the man in front of you. However, the smug grin that graced his face as soon as his name left your lips was very well noted and made you feel smaller than you actually were. “oh? So you know of me. Reputations can be deceiving, (Y/N). You'd be surprised what you can find out about me.”

“I know of you, exactly, and that's enough to keep me away.” you spat back, a smirk gracing your face this time. 

Lucifer did anything but back down now. You threw a challenge at him and he's starting to take a liking to you. Not only were you stunning to look at, but you also did not bore him to death, and so far, he liked that. “I see you learned your things from none other than Satan. Yet I hope he does not influence your thinking too much. I'd hate for you to believe his lies and ruin you.”

At that, he dipped you and the song again changed, a melody you did not recognize and therefore did not know where to put your feet. Lucifer seemed to notice and seemingly, without effort, danced with you across the dance floor; for some odd comprehension, you let him. Trusting him in that moment, trusting his hands for guidance, and body for protection. You dared look up at him and for the first time that night, noticed his strong features. His strong jaw, his hair which rested elegantly around his face, much like Satan's.

The determination and hint of humor in his eyes, the furrow in his brow, and the soft smile playing on his lips. You took notice of the strong arm that was wrapped around your waist, the warm hand pressing against your lower back while the other one was intertwined with yours. The way your feet seemed to move effortlessly with his, the perfect pair the two of your made. 

He, too, took note of you. The way your hair gently fell around your face, the style sharpening your face. The look of pure adoration, yet confidence in your eyes. Your body felt so nice pressed against his and it was amazing to know you trusted him enough to just move you, no clear destination; just gliding across the ballroom. 

All of this, however, did not go unnoticed. The guests started to clear the dance floor to make room for the two of you. Lord Diavolo and Barbatos were whispering to each other from the first floor, saying “he never dances this much with the same person” and “has he just smiled?”, Both of them being completely stunned at what their friend is doing, so out of character. 

But Lord Diavolo and Barbatos are not the only ones to notice. Satan, too, has been watching the pair and he cannot help but feel a ping of jealousy when he sees the way Lucifer dances away with his partner. After all, he has come here with you, it is his arms you should reside in, he got the first dance, naturally, he had his eyes on you first, swearing he'd woo you before the end of the night.

Oh and he was doing so good. His jokes, his smile, his feather light touches on your soft skin luring you in deeper and deeper into his web of mischief, weren't it for that ratcatcher dancing with you now, he would have had you pressed up against him fully nude hours ago. Of course, the fact that his nemesis was dancing with the apple of his eye was nothing to hold him back and after downing his glass of wine, he wasted no minute to strut over to the pair.

Ironically, the music has just ended on a, in his opinion way too long, fermata, and allowed him to interrupt without causing too much of a scene. Yet. 

“My my Lucifer. Is this how you treat another man's mistress? Stealing? And here I thought you were a man of honor!” Satan dramatified, with a smile, and lazily wrapped his arms around your waist, just above where Lucifer's was still placed. The first born shot a death indulcing glance at the fourth born, warning him to not start anything at Diavolo's party. “Satan… whatever you talk of again. Last I knew, she has yet to be courted and if she so chooses to be, I doubt it would be with the likes of you.” Lucifer fired back, the annoyance evident in his tone. 

Satan laughed, too loud to be ignored by anyone around, “Lucifer..Lucifer…” he spoke, his other hand to creep up Lucifer's chest. The eldest did not appreciate the physical interaction shared between him and his brother. At all. And swiftly brushed his hand away with a smack. Again, Satan laughed as his eyes settled on him with a grin, swallowing his anger and covering it up with a playful tone “if anything, she had her eyes on me first.” It was true. You found Satan quite attractive. He was handsome, the Wild hair seemed to compliment his whole body, and the green eyes just accentuated his witty nature. His laugh was ridiculously contagious and his jokes, no matter how ridiculous, made your stomach hurt in the most wonderful ways. Even his anger was attractive. The gentle caresses shared between the two of you ever since your arrival in the Devildom were that of a hint of undenying physical attraction and you knew you had it bad, just as he knew he had you wrapped around his finger. But then you were, quite literally, spun into the arms of another man who's way too attractive for his own good. The mysterious, almost protective aura around him pulled you closer, emotionally, and it was no secret that charisma and charm were attracting you physically. 

“pause with your nonsense, Satan. Empty promises are not what this girl needs in her life.” The demon was obviously getting agitated by the blond's bizarre behavior and weren't it for the fact that this was Diavolo's party, he wouldve shut him up long ago. 

“Then why not let the girl decide?” The blind smirked, withdrawing his arm from around your waist only to cross it over his chest. His smirk remained as his head cocked to the side to look at you. “Well?”

Being thrown completely off guard, you  let your hands fall from Lucifer and thought for a moment. Either you stay on the spot and have the most embarrassing meltdown of your  life at Diavolo's party surrounded by people you hardly know, or you turn  on your heel right now and walk some other way. “No… you cannot just put me on the spot like that!” You decided on option two and politely bowed to the eldest and your best friend, “I thank you for the dances, Satan, Lucifer, but I'm not going to be in the middle of this.” you spoke, before turning on your heel and walking some unknown way, away from the main party. Granted, that wasn't the smartest idea. You had no idea about the lay out of the Castle and ended up in a seemingly random hallway, somewhere close yet far enough away from the main event. 

Leaning against the all, you let out a breath you didn't know you held. How could they put you on the spot like that? Even more so, how could two enticing young men be fighting for your attention at once? It was too much. You were used to some attention,but you weren't used to one of them coming up and indirectly challenging the other. 

Your thoughts were interrupted by none other than the blond's leaning against the wall merely inches from your being, “or I could just show you who you should leave with, (Y/N). “ You didn't need to look at him to recognize his teasing, but you looked up at him nonetheless. A sudden surge of confidence came back through you and you stood tall, proud, in front of the man, looking directly into his eyes. “and how are you planning on doing so, Satan?” You challenged. This made his smirk only grow wider as he pushed off the wall and nearly closed the space between your bodies. “well,” he spoke, raising his hands to get rid of the bothersome mask still covering his eyes, “I could always do this.” For a moment, you seemed to question what he meant but the look of utter confusion left you as soon as you felt his soft lips on yours and a gentle hand caressing your cheek. Your eyes fluttered close and you could not help but lean into him, one of your hands making its way up his chest and softly gripping the material of his ball outfit. A second hand pulled you flush against him, bodies touching, and you could feel the heat of his form on yours. 

You did not know when, but the next thing you knew were your tongues dancing a waltz of their own, hand still firm on your back to keep you against him, to keep you close as possible. It felt magical, it felt good, it felt right. You could tell by the way his tongue danced with yours that he was more than experienced and more than capable of making all your desires come true.

However, the fairytale moment lasted not too long, for another hand grabbed your shoulder from behind and you were pulled abruptly against a strong chest. Again, there was a hand sneaking around your waist to hold you in place. Judging by the outfit, or more so what you could view of it, you knew it to be Lucifer, the Prince of Darkness, coming to catch his prey. “Getting ahead of yourself, are you, Satan?” The man growled. It was low, and way too close to your ear to not do something to your body. 

You turned in his embrace to look at the other man and he simply smirked down at you, “my turn, love.” Was all he said before you found his lips on yours. The kiss was hard and full of passion, unlike Satan's which had been strong but playful. 

It was clear that Lucifer wasted no time in taking control of the situation, taking control of all yourself, holding you firm in place, telling your lips secrets which only the two of you would know. That was, at least, until you felt your hair being pushed away from your neck and soft kisses being plastered around your neck line. Soft kisses that send shivers down your spine and added with the soft touches of the younger man's hands, made your knees weak. 

Leaning back against Satan's figure, you broke the kiss with Lucifer to turn your head and capture Satan's lips in a heat enticing kiss, something that Lucifer took note of as he, surprisingly gently, Led the two into a nearby guest room. 

Before you knew it, you were laid on a bed, with two rather ravishing young men on either side of you. Satan, in the meantime had left your lips and took time to decorate your shoulders and chest with love bites. Your hand Tangled in his hair, creating an even wilder mess than twas before, all the while Lucifer had you pinned beneath him, introducing another battle of tongues with yours. As your hands found both of the men's chests, Satan released his mouth from your soft skin with a final kiss, only to unbutton and remove his top. You broke the kiss with Lucifer once more to turn your head and look at the blond.

His lips were swollen from the earlier make-out, his hair was even messier than usual thanks to your hand that ever so gently caressed and tugged through it, the shirt that once adorned his body was thrown carelessly somewhere in the room. Your sight travelled further south where the dent of his half hardened cock could be seen through his pants. Unknowingly licking your lips at the sight in front of you, you sat up to undo the silk laces of your dress in the back, only to find the older older already working on it, “trust me, dear, I found it just as annoying as you,” you could feel his hot breath on your neck, all the while skilled fingers fondled through the the lace of your dress and had undone it in no time.

You turned your head once more to catch Lucifer's face with the palm of your hand, admiring him from top to bottom. He, too, took his dress shirt off and was now kneeling in front of you half naked. You could not decide which man was more attractive; the raven haired gently caressing your breast and working on your undergarments as your hands fondled with the front of his pants, or the blonde, who had found the time to throw off the rest of his clothes and was now sitting in between your legs in all his naked glory all the while his soft lips left a trail of pecks up your thighs. 

Lust overcame you and you quickly undid the rest of the fiery eldest's clothes and threw them on the growing pile. The surprise of his size was even bigger now that you saw it in its full glory, his cock standing proudly against his lower  stomach. Lucifer smirked and captured your lips in another heated kiss, nippling and biting your bottom lip which caused a surprise gasp from you. The sudden flick of a tongue on your most private area made you all but moan into Lucifer's mouth, sending a signal straight to his lower region. Satan lowly moaned, loving the noises you made for him. He was determined to make you squirm. 

The demon's tongue found your wet folds and took a long lick up until reaching your clit. Pressing a kiss to the pink bud, he all but wrapped his mouth around it and sucked gently, earning a loud moan from you and your head being thrown back on the pillow. “Tell me, who makes you feel good, kitten?" You could hear the mockery in Satan's voice, but you did not care. 

Your hand found Lucifer's proud erection and gripped it tightly, earning a growl from him. “You… Satan..” you breathed out, loving the feeling of his tongue drawing patterns on your damp heat. Your hand skillfully followed Satan's tongue's rhythm, earning heavy breathing from Lucifer. The work your hand was doing on him felt better than what he had done to himself. The firm grip, the long strokes, it was thoroughly enticing. Although, if you're going to talk so good of the other, he needs to shove it down your throat to shut you up.

Satan could feel the need to have his cock touched, sucked, wrapped up, something. Friction. He needed friction. As much as he loved making you feel good with his tongue, he needed more. 

Adding a finger between your wet folds and into your dripping hole, he adored the sight he got. Your back arched into his finger, making it known that you needed it as much as he needed you. 

Your sexual desire was starting to overcome you and the need for dick became almost unbearable. 

Leaning closer the eldest, you grabbed his dick even tighter, pumping him faster as you placed a kiss to the tip of his erection. Lucifer's eyes shot down to you. His hand got tangled in your hair and gently pushed your head closer to his throbbing cock “suck.” It wasn't a question, it was a demand, which you happily obliged. Your mouth wrapped around his shaft, tongue swirling around his top. 

Lucifer's groans mixed with yours went straight to Satan's cock and made it unbearable to be anywhere but inside you. With a kiss to your inner thigh, he withdrew from your heat and slid up, placing kisses along your body as he did so until the head of his dick matched with the entrance to your heat. “I'll make you feel so good you know nothing but my name” was the last promise he whispered into your ear before pushing himself inside of you. 

You moaned around Lucifer's cock, sending shivers down both men's backs and signals to both their aching erections. Bucking his hips, Lucifer started to push your mouth further on him, no longer being able to handle the teasing on just his head, “just like that… little one.” He moaned out when you had all of him in you, surprisingly. His hand ended caressing your hair, encouraging you to keep doing what you're doing to him. 

Satan was getting lost inside of you. His thrusts started out slow and steady, but the louder you moaned, the faster he went. His dick was aching for him to pick up the pace, to fuck you into the mattress all the while watching Lucifer's cum roll out of your mouth and he, again, was determined to get there. 

“H-harder… Satan..!” You moaned out, pulling away from Lucifer's cock for a moment to get out your plea. But he just growled and pushed you back on it. Your tongue ran up Lucifer's shaft and teased his head once more, licking the precum from it before taking him all in your mouth again. The man shuddered, being overwhelmed by the pleasure just your tongue gave him. “(Y/N)…” was all the man could groan out before gripping your hair once more and taking control by fucking your mouth. 

Satan watched him and he threw his head back in a laugh, thrusting particularly hard and hitting just the right spot for you, sending you arching and all but grabbing onto Lucifer's cock with your mouth, a loud moan vibrating through his shaft which almost sent him over the edge. The blonde knew, of course, and hit that spot a few more times. Lucifer's hand found its way between your legs, rubbing your clit with his thumb, determined to make you orgasm, something he himself did shortly after another vibration was sent through his cock by you, thanks to his skillful fingers. Gripping your hair and pushing your head down on him, Lucifer came, hard, down your throat, fucking his ejaculation into your mouth until he knew he was empty and watched your lips pop off of him with a 'pop’. 

Satan watched the whole scene and his cock twitched in acknowledgement. Knowing he himself was close, he once again picked up his spit. Thrusts getting sloppy. Lucifer's thumb rubbing your clit furiously, he knew the both of you were close. “Cum for me” he ordered, his hair falling around his face as he captured your lips in another heated kiss. “S-Satan..!” Was all you could manage before you came, your walls clenching around his dick, and with a final hard thrust, he, too, came, throwing his head back and moaning out loud. 

Both men collapsed beside, Lucifer leaning back on the mattress and wrapping a protective arm around you while Satan pulled out and let himself fall on top of you. Laughing, the younger man lifted his head to look at his fellow mates, “why, that was unexpected. I hate to admit it but we both got what we want.” 

Lucifer grunted, almost laughing at the idea had it not been so satisfying, “I hate to say this, especially since it comes from you, but I agree.” 

You looked at the two men, still breathing heavy from the prior events. “I can honestly say, I have never had two men fight for my attention, but if this is the outcome, you two can fight for it anytime.” You laughed out, earning a chuckle from Satan, and getting an eye roll from Lucifer, who knew that this 'fight’ with Satan over your attention was far from over. 

“So what do you say, Prince of Darkness, round two? Of course, You can always watch me instead. Maybe you'll learn a thing or two” Satan said, smirking at the older man. Lucifer shot a glare at the man and propped himself up proudly “in your dreams, you foul rat. I had her first.” He growled out and moved closer to you. 

Satan accepted the challenge and captured your lips in another hypnotizing kiss. 

It didn't end after two rounds. 

It's been two weeks and they're still at it, fighting for your attention.

Though you don't mind. ;) 

present for his beloved (mafia!dazai osamu)

warning(s): yandere themes, implied physical abuse, intimidation, broken darling

note(s): a little something i wrote for the lovely @vani-ya​, for her birthday 💕 I hope you like it!

You whimpered uncomfortably in his lap, heart threatening to beat out of your chest.

You hated being this close to him. His mere presence around you was suffocating, permeated with the scent of blood and gunpowder, and the scent of his cologne closing in on you from all sides. It made you sick to your stomach.

He was talking to someone across the desk, barking orders at them, as if you weren’t even there. One of his arms was holding your waist in place, while the other harshly gripped one of your frail wrists. That’s going to leave a bruise.

Out of the corner of your eye, you looked at the terrified man standing across from the wide mahogany desk. His skin had gone pale, and he looked ready to bolt at the first opportunity. You didn’t blame him. People don’t realize just how terrifying Dazai’s presence is until they actually face him.

He finished talking, and the man scurried out of the room as fast as his legs would carry him, leaving you alone with him once more. You trembled in his arms.

“Now, now, my belladonna. What’s the need to be so afraid?” he murmured into your ear, pulling you even closer, “I’m not going to hurt you.”

You didn’t allow yourself to relax, more out of past experience than anything else. And sure enough –

“If you behave yourself, that is.”

An expression of pure, unadulterated fear crossed your face, and he laughed. It was a deep, full laugh, and you could feel it reverberating throughout his chest from where he had you pressed flush against it.

Trying to get a better look at your eyes, he moved a lock of your hair away from your face and tucked it behind your ear. One of the many things you weren’t allowed to do was tie your hair. He liked it loose, framing your face, said it made you look even more angelic. That, and he liked to be able to grip it whenever he wanted.

“Let’s see now…what would my darling like as her present?”

“Present?” you asked meekly.

He laughed, “My, my, do you really not remember what day it is, belladonna?”

When you shook your head, his face lit up with a sadistic grin. Most days, you weren’t even allowed to leave your room, let alone the house you shared with him. You would never call it a home. The only time you did leave was when he took you out, and it was mostly to this dark monstrosity of an office, just so he wouldn’t get bored. There are windows but he always keeps them covered.

Neither his house nor the office have any clocks, so time seems to slip from you often. You’re lucky if you can tell night from day most of the time, and you know that’s exactly what he wants. He likes you that way: disoriented, compliant, and utterly helpless.

“How air-headed you are, my love.” He said in a patronizingly mocking voice, “It’s your birthday.”

“M-my birthday?”

“Mhm, and I want to let the love of my life know, burn it into you, just how much I love you. So, tell me, belladonna. What do you want for your present?”

There was a cigarette dangling from his left hand, and you hoped to God he wouldn’t just put it out on your skin like he always did. Thankfully, he actually used the ashtray resting on his desk this time.

The smile on his face was sickly sweet, completely out of sync with the harsh grip he had on your waist, fingers digging into your hipbones. Oh, well, what’s one more bruise to add to your collection? What do I want?

“I…I d-don’t know.”

He pouted in mock sympathy, “Really, now? Is there nothing you would like me to do for you? How about I loosen the collar?”

Your hand instinctively moved up to touch the metal adorning your neck. It was horribly constricting, and it used to hurt in the beginning too. It still did, but you had kind of gotten used to it.

“Or would you want to lose the cuff on your ankle? That would make your futile attempts to escape easier, wouldn’t it?”

The cuff on your ankle wasn’t attached to anything at the moment, but he never let you take it off either. It was convenient for him, in the way that he could fasten it up to whatever he wanted, and that it also served as a constant reminder to you of your own powerlessness.

Yet, when you looked down at the cold metal harshly gripping your ankle, your gaze was blank. What do I want?

You think you used to want to run, but…now you can’t see the point. Running will not help, because each time you have tried, he has caught in the blink of an eye, and each time he has caught you, he has made it hurt more than the last time. There is nowhere you can run where he won’t find you.

“No…” You whispered, curling up in his arms and trying to make yourself as small as possible.

“What’s that?” he asked, even though you know he heard you perfectly, “Did my belladonna say she doesn’t want to run?”

You shook your head slowly, and Dazai smirked. Forcefully gripping your chin with one hand, he turned your head to face him, “So, what do you want?”

You fumbled frantically through your head for the right answer, something that would satisfy him. You know there’s something specific he wants you to say. You also know what happens if you don’t say it.

“Y-you. I want…to be with you.”

He smiles and pushes your head down to rest on his shoulder as a lone tear leaks from your eye. Then he places a gentle kiss on your forehead.

“Good girl.”

Silco's genuine smiles

Lewd Awakenings (Hitoshi x Fem Reader)

Oh God, that vibes with me SO HARD. It’s a bit sped up but hope you enjoy it. Hitoshi asks get me going sometimes :sweats:

Warning: Smut, sleep fondling

It wasn’t often Hitoshi had a day off; if he wasn’t working hard to shut down villains, he was training by himself or with Aizawa. 

Shinsou always made time for you, though; goodbye kisses in the morning, holding you as you fell asleep at night, and making it home just in time for a late dinner most evenings. 

But man oh man, you lived for those rare days when he wrapped you up in sleepy cuddles, nuzzling against your hair as the two of you ignored the nagging sunrise as you drifted in and out of consciousness 

“Hmm?” Something warm slipped under your shirt, “Hi..toshi?” you muttered, eyelids fluttering open slowly as a hand smoothed over your stomach. 

“It’s just me,” he hummed, relishing in your soft moans as he placed slow, wet kisses on your neck, “you were making such sweet sounds… I couldn’t resist.”

Despite the sleepy haze, your body clearly enjoyed Hitoshi’s affections. Heat pooled between your thighs and your chest rose and fell with quickening breaths. 

“It’s so earlyyy,” you whined, looking over at the clock that read 8:03AM, much too soon for shenanigans.

His other hand played lazily in your hair, twirling the soft strands between his fingers. Every so often he’d scratch your scalp, sending a pleasant shiver up your spine. 

“I had a dream about you…” he whispered, nipping your jaw gently. His hand explored, carefully squeezing one full breast, “my hands were all over you there, too.”

“Ah~” you gasped as he thumbed your nipple, sending little jolts of electricity to your heated core. 

“Luckily, my dream girl doesn’t vanish when I wake up,” the hero rolled on top of you, fully removing your shirt before taking one swollen nipple in his mouth. You whined as he sucked, flicking his tongue around the sensitive bud while one hand slipped between your legs. 

“It must’ve been a -ah- r-really good dream,”

“Oh, it was,” he looked to you with half-lidded eyes, a sleepy smirk creeping on his face, “Want me to show you?”

“Fuck, yes.” Your mewls and moans had him straining against his boxers which he quickly shed and tossed aside. It didn’t take long for him to strip your sleep shorts, spreading your thighs and parting your already slick folds.

“Fuckkk. Such a pretty pussy…” he let your juices coat his fingers before slipping them inside with a groan. You welcomed him eagerly, enveloping him in a warmth and tightness that had him biting his lip and sighing through his nostrils. “This little pussy’s all mine.”

You whined, squirming your hips and begging for more friction. As much as he wanted to tease you, all he could manage was a few gentle pumps before your lust blown eyes and needy pleas made him throw restraint to the wind.

“Shit, you’re so fucking sexy when you beg like that.”

Hitoshi wasted no time lining himself up, dragging his heavy cock up and down your wet cunt. Rough hands kept your hips in place, preventing you from taking him in on your own. 

 “Know what the best part is, kitten?”

“What’s that?” you huffed, now painfully aroused and anxious to be fucked.

He kissed your neck, honing his cock head on your clit while you writhed beneath him. Your ear lobe slipped between his teeth and he sucked, nipping lightly before whispering, “You’re always so much better than my dreams.”

You cried out as he stretched your walls, heart jumping at the blissed-out expression he wore when he sank into your silky depths. God the way he filled you was addictive. Hitoshi always took his time. No matter how much he wanted to slam in to you, burying himself completely in your warm, wet walls, the patient hero refused to rush.

When he buried himself completely he held you close, opting for deep, steady thrusts right where you needed them. 

“I need you to cum for me baby.”

Teeth met your collarbone as he nibbled his way up, kissing and licking your neck before meeting your lips in a heated kiss. His perfectly aimed cock kept dragging against that soft spongy flesh and it had you twitching and trembling as pressure the built inside you.

“Fuck Toshi, harder!” 

Hitoshi didn’t miss a beat. He grabbed a fistful of hair, forcing your head in place as his low voice growled, “Yeah? You need it rough kitten?” 

“YES!” 

At times like these, you thanked any God you could for Hitoshi’s intense training. The man didn’t tire as he fucked you full force, just the way you wanted it. His hips slammed into you and your thighs gripped his waist for dear life. 

“I’m gonna-” your words bit off when Hitoshi’s mouth crashed into yours, stealing your breath as you melted around his hard cock. Muffled moans vibrated against your lips as he relished in every throb and whimper you gave him. He spilled over the edge right along with you, a low groan rumbling in his chest as he filled your spasming pussy to the brim. 

Spent and satisfied, the two of you just stayed there a while, catching your breath in between loving kisses. 

“Hmm” he eyed you over skeptically, nuzzling his nose to yours after a moment. “Whew.”

“What?” 

“Had to make sure you didn’t disappear on me. It’s hard to believe you’re real sometimes.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, pushing him off you only to lay on his chest as he beamed up at the ceiling.

“You’re so cheesy.”

“You love it.”

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obi wan smut where the reader is inexperienced bc she thought the code demanded it and obi wan is Not Inexperienced and she’s embarrassed that she doesn’t know what she’s doing and obi wan reassures her and is also lowkey like “don’t be embarrassed it’s really hot that i’m the only one that knows how to pleasure you” ANYWAY uuuh if you don’t wanna write this i understand lol hope you’re doing well bestie -🦎

Oh my god this is burned into my brain, yes I’d love to write this 💖 thanks for the request love! Also i definitely got carried away with this oops but ive decided to make a part 2 to this i hope you dont mind. I’ll make it worth the wait pinky promise!

The Lesson (Part 1)

Warnings- Obi-Wan fucks and we all know it, fluff kinda, thigh riding, oral (F receiving), Fingering, innocence kink, Virgin!Reader just living the dream

Word count- 3,104

This is unedited cause tbh im lazy and i just write however i want

You couldn’t pin point exactly when the air had shifted between you and your Master. There was always the flirtatious bickering, pet names, longing glances, even some fleeting touches from time to time... but this time felt different. It felt heavy, like a thick cloud of smoke circling around you both whenever you were together.

The two of you were currently sat in an empty training room, working on your meditation. You had tried to keep your mind blank but you’re mind was reeling at the thought of the man sat beside you. You knew it was wrong. The jedi code strictly forbids attachments, yet here you were, gaze transfixed on the man that sat across from you. You took in every detail of his beautifully aged face. You wanted to trace each one of his features with the tip of your finger. His lips looking the softest. Honestly, you just wanted to touch all of him but seeing as the code wont allow it and you wouldn’t know what you’re doing anyways, you push those fantasies away. “Some people find it rude to stare, little bird.” His soft voice awoke you from your trance. His eyes were still closed meaning he sensed your gaze through the force. The thought of him catching you staring sent a jolt of embarrassment through your entire being. Heat immediately flooded to your cheeks as you stuttered out an apology, trying to ignore the way the pet name made you feel. “S-sorry Master I didn’t mean to.” He hummed in response keeping his eyes closed and staying in his meditative state. “Something on your mind?” He asks. With how kind spoken and caring he was toward you, it definitely didn’t help the waves of longing and want that washed over you. You contemplated his question for a second. You really wanted his help and his advice but at the same time you were scared if you admitted to whatever was going on inside your head, he’d be upset, ashamed, or even worse disappointed in you as his padawan. You took a deep breath before finally answering. “Actually yes.” You croaked out. More embarrassment filled you as your voice cracked. He barely opens one eye to peak over at you, noticing your nervous tone he opens both his eyes giving you his full attention. “Go on padwan, tell me. Its okay. This is a sacred space and its just you and me here.” He says giving you a warm smile. Kriff. That didnt help the nerves at all. You were about to admit your shameful feelings in a holy room. Where other jedi had learned and trained. You were feeling shameful by the second. You cleared your throat letting your eyes wander over the training room not wanting to meet his gaze. “I-Im conflicted master,” you started, waiting for him to scold you for letting your emotions fog your brain, but the scolding never came. Only another hummed response for you to continue. You sigh glancing down at your hands that were on your lap as you shamefully admitted your guilt. “I know as jedi we aren’t supposed to form attachments but what happens if we cant help it? We weren’t taught how to hide those feelings or to ignore them. We were just kinda told not to have them. It’s easier to ignore the feelings of hate. To not let it consume you but... what about desire?” Your voice was low as you spoke, but loud enough for him to hear. He kept quiet for a second as he processed your words watching you fidget with your robe. The silence killed you but before you could try to change the subject he let out a small chuckle to your surprise. Your head shot up to look at him. He had the softest grin on his face. “Thats whats got you so worked up lately?” He asks letting out another chuckle. You felt more heat find its way up to your neck and cheeks leaving you redder than before. It took everything in you to not run out of the room and back into your quarters. He quickly clears the laughter from his throat taking notice of your panicked expression. “I apologize darling I don’t mean to laugh, I was just worried something bad happened or you were being tempted by the dark side.” He states giving you another genuine smile. You tilted your head in confusion. Isnt desire being tempted by the dark side? You thought. As if he read your mind, he quickly reassures you. “Desire is normal. Its whether or not you let it control you. Jedi are technically allowed to have attachments. Plenty do actually.”

You couldnt fully understand what he was trying to say. “How can they have attachments and not go darkside?” You asked with another tilt of your head. He sighs trying to find a right way to explain it. He uncrosses his legs, finding a more relaxed way to sit and pats the spot next to him. Your tummy fluttered at his invitation and crawled over to sit next to him. Your blush worsened, at the realization of how close the two of you were, your thighs were touching. If he noticed he didn’t mention it. Instead he continued his explanation. “The reason those jedi don’t fall into the darkside is because they don’t let possession over power them. You see its not that attachments are forbidden, its possession. If you let things like desire or love control your decision making then that makes you dangerous.” He hums resting a hand on your own resting on your lap. You stared down at his hand for a second before shyly looking up at him. “So... as long as I dont let it control me... its okay?” You asked making sure you understand. He smiled nodding. “Like I said my dear, its normal.” He confirmed. You let his words sink in and couldn’t help but give a shy smile back to him. “So who’s caught your eye padawan?” He asks, an emotion you couldnt decipher flashed across his face but it was gone as soon as it came. Your eyes widen as you stared up at him, panic and embarrassment filling your chest once more. “W-what? Nobody!” You defended quicker than you intended. He let out a hearty laugh. The sound made your stomach flutter and your thighs tighten together as you watched his Adams apple bob-up and down with the sound. You prayed to the maker that he hadn’t noticed the subtle movement of your legs but the galaxy isn’t on your side right now. He glances down at your thighs from the movement, also taking note of how his had hadn’t left yours. You watch as it clicks in his head. He glances back up at you and raises an eyebrow. Just when you think you couldn’t be more embarrassed. “Oh really?” He hums in a teasing tone, taking your hand and pulling it up to his lips pressing the softest kiss to your knuckles. Your breath hitched at the action. “You sure about that my dear?” He teases once more. You couldnt help but turn your head away from him, feeling sheepish that he had caught you and also for pressing his soft pink lips to the skin of your knuckles. You could feel how his lips formed with the ridges of the bone. He pulls away only to use his other hand to gently hold your face, turning it to face him again. His touch just as kind and gentle as he is. “Don’t be embarrassed little dove. Im actually flattered. In fact, You’ve managed to catch my eye as well.” He smiled leaning in. His lips pressed themselves gently to your cheek. The scruff of his beard tickling your skin forcing you to let out a girlish giggle. The sound only made him smile more. In a quick second he moves both his hands to your hips, picking you up and setting you atop one of his thighs. The movement alone set your body ablaze. All you wanted was him. Right now. Glancing at his lips you slowly leaned in. He met you halfway finally doing what you’ve always dreamt about. Pressing his lips to yours. You melted immediately into the kiss. You let out a soft sigh, giving him the chance to sneak his tongue in and fully tasting you. Your tongues slowly danced with one another for what felt like an hour. You both savored each others taste, soft hums and sighs leaving both of you. You moved your mouth in tandem with his, the act alone felt unbelievably erotic. You’ve kissed before but it was never like this. In all honesty after this, you weren’t even sure if your previous experiences counted as real kisses. You were so lost in the moment that you hadn’t noticed your hips subconsciously rocking themselves on his thigh. You let out a soft whimper when he pulled away. He let out a grunt from the movement. His grip on your hips tightened, not enough to hurt but enough to stop your ministrations. Your head was still dizzy from the kiss that you moved your hands to grip his shoulders.

“W-woah.” You panted softly. He grins reaching up brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “I’ve never done anything like that before.” You admitted. Your blush coming back when you realized the dampness you felt between your legs. You instantly regret what you said once you saw his expression. He looked down at you with furrowed brows. As if he was putting something together. “You never kissed anyone?” He asked his voice showing slight bewilderment. “No I have... but not... like that.” You explained. He let out a soft ‘oh’ in understanding. The room fell silent for a few minutes before he asked you something you were nervous to answer. “Have you had sex before?” He hummed. You waited a minute before shaking your head in shame. Great just great. Now that he knows you’re a damn virgin he’s gonna leave. He is gonna want someone more experienced. Your negative thoughts flew out the window when you felt him guide your hips on his thigh again. A moan immediately left your lips at the slight pressure applied to your clothed pussy. He hummed in approval and looked at you with a devastatingly handsome smirk you’ve never seen before. You could dream of that face for the rest of your days. “Would you like to?” He asks rubbing gentle circles with his thumbs on your hips, still helping you grind his thigh. You could feel your arousal pool even more through your trousers and onto his own. “Y-you’re not d-disappointed or upset?” You stuttered out trying to focus on forming a sentence rather than the hard on that formed in his own trousers. You felt it brush against your thigh with each grind and roll of your hips. The thought of him being turned on by the situation made you see stars. “Why would I be upset or disappointed?” He hums leaning down to kiss along your neck. You mewled, starting to move your hips on your own. “Cause I’m not experienced and you are... I just wouldn’t know how to please you like other girls would.” You mumbled, your embarrassment and nerves surfacing through your voice. He smiles against your throat before pulling away to look at you. “

“I don’t care that your inexperienced darling, I find it arousing actually, that i get to be the first and only one to pleasure you.” He hums giving you a harsh rock of your hips against his thigh just to prove his point. You weren’t sure if the gasp that left your lips was because of the sudden friction to your clit or to the possessiveness to his words but either way you were putty in his hands. “Besides, I can teach you. You’re a very quick learner.” He smirks continuing to watch your face contort in pleasure as you rode his thigh. Fuck he really knew what he was doing. “What do you say Sweetheart? Wanna quick lesson in pleasure?.” You groan nodding furiously at his words. “Please.” You whined, starting to feel something strange in your abdomen. It was pushing and pulling like tidal waves. You needed more. You had started to ground yourself down onto him hoping to chase the crash of those waves. Before you could even get close he lifted you off him with a grunt, a needy whine from you, he laid you down on your back the training mat hovering over you. “Don’t worry sweetheart, Im gonna make you feel real good. You just lay back and relax.” He hums attaching his lips to your neck again. This time giving soft nips and kitten licks. You could definitely relax like this. This was better than any type of meditation. You felt one of his hands softly caress its way up from your hip to your breast, giving it a firm but gentle squeeze. You whine, pushing your chest put more to encourage him more. He continued pressing open mouthed kisses along your neck, and tenderly groping every part of your body he could with his free hand. Before you knew it, he was untying your robe and stripping you of your pants leaving you bare to him except for your undergarments. You suddenly became self conscious as he stared down at your partly nude form. Your hands coming up to awkwardly lay on your chest, trying to be subtle as you hid from him. He carefully takes your wrists in his hands, pulling them away from your chest. “Dont be shy darling. You’re beyond beautiful. Utterly perfect and glowing.” He smiles leaning down barely pressing his lips to the top of your right breast. You keened at his words. “Please. Take me Obi Please.” You begged, your voice coming out a little more desperate than intended. He chuckled lowly at your eagerness. “Calm down my love. We’ll get there.” The new nickname had your heart soaring. He’d never used that one on you before and you think it might be a new favorite.

He continued kissing along your collarbone and over your breasts. His mouth feeling like a furnace against your skin. Tracing his lips over your nipple, flicking his tongue on the hardening bud before taking it in his mouth. His free hand tenderly massaging your other breast before switching to give them the same treatment. You were a panting mess, lifting your hand to his hair and tugging gently, desperate for more of his touches. His kisses and nips become bolder as he leaves your breast to kiss down towards your stomach. He left a particularly gentle kiss right above the hem of your soaked panties before pulling them off. Your breathing quickened once you realized what he was planning to do. Any insecure thought you had flew out of your mind as he hums appreciatively at the site before him. “I just wanna taste you.” He said quietly almost as if he was saying it to himself. He leans forward licking a long stripe up your slit, testing the waters. A shattered sigh left your lips at the feeling. Pleased with your reaction he dives in, dipping his tongue into your soaked folds. He devoured you like he had never tasted anything like you before. Tasting any slick that seeped from you, his nose nudging against your clit just enough to leave you dangling on the edge. You whined and moaned for him reaching one of your hands to tangle in his hair. The action only served to spur him on. He pushes his tongue into your entrance, seeking out more of your taste. You suddenly became aware through your lust hazed fog that you were grinding on his face. He moans appreciatively, pulling away only for a split second to gently suck on your clit. You cried out for him, words bubbling themselves out of your mouth. “F-fuck, ObiWan- I- Please!” You groan not completely sure what you were begging for but he seemed to understand. He kept his lips latched around your clit, you didn’t even notice him move one of his hands until you felt a finger push inside you. The foreign feeling of one of his digits actually inside you left you speechless. All you could do was lay there and grind your hips on him taking whatever pleasure he gave you. Slowly he added a second finger, pushing both of them in and out of you, letting you get used to the feeling before deciding he needed a change of pace. He moves his fingers in a certain way, almost as if they formed a come hither motion. His mouth on your clit sucking with more intention and vigor. A wanton moan left your lips and you gripped his hair tighter. You’d worried you had hurt him if not for the delicious moan that went straight to your core. He quickens his pace, adding just the right amount of pressure to that spot inside you. It seemed that was the tipping point for you. Those waves you were desperate to chase earlier finally crashed over you, sending small shocks throughout your entire body. The feeling felt like it lasted longer than it should’ve with the help of your skilled Master. He eased his fingers out of you, his tongue still giving your clit kitten licks to ease the aftershock before finally pulling away fully with that devilish smirk plastered on his face. “How was that Sweetheart?” He teased, his beard glistening with your juices. Your mind was blank, still seeing flashes of white behind your eyes as you tried to form a sentence. “G-good. Fuck that was good. Way better than meditation.” You said catching your breath. He chuckled giving you a minute before, helping you up, getting your clothes and helping you get dressed. You would’ve been embarrassed at your still wet thighs if it weren’t for the next thing that left his extraordinary lips. “Why don’t we finish this in my quarters.” He hums as he adjusts the now obvious tent in his pants. You couldnt help but keep your gaze on his clothed member. “Finish?” You stutter out, Your voice cracking a bit. “You didn’t think i was done with you did you little bird?” He quirks a brow at you, his pupils blown with lust. You couldn’t help the excitement that rose in your belly, nor the smile that graced your lips.

(Second part here!)

the appeal of my breeding kink is purely the marking and possessive component of it. u lose me as soon as literal pregnancy is involved. like let me be a boston creme donut w/o the consequences pls i am begging. twinkie without the wrapper. good night.

I’m

⚪️ living in the moment

⚪️ stuck on the past

⚪️ paranoid about the future

🔘 longing for a gorgeous immortal being with a horrifying backstory to turn me into his eternal partner so I can abandon all responsibilities and live away from society as we know it

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

Valentine’s Day drawing from last year hehe, what would you do? 👀