Dealing With A Marechi S/O On Her Period.

Yandere No Sutoka.

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Yandere! Ayato Aishi x GN! Reader.

Warnings: Yandere-ism, death, blood, semi predator and prey play, implied sexual activities.

Summary: Based on the game of Yandere No Sutoka.

W/C: 1.6k+

A/N: Inspired by this, and no, it's not porn, just the game (starts at 9:23 mins).

You hold your knees to your face, staying in a ball while sobbing quietly in the darkness of the storage room, shoulders jumping and stomach shivering given the situation. “Oh Senpai…” You hear him call you, awfully close to your hiding spot. You lift your head up from your knees and cover your mouth, trying to calm your breathing while his footsteps echo in the empty, bloody halls, informing you of his proximity.

“Where are you?” You hear Ayato ask in the same sing-song voice from previously. You slowly look up to your right at the blurry window on the door, hearing him slowly closing in, his shadow stopping right at the door. You want to squeeze your eyes shut, look away, anything, but you can’t bring yourself to do so, instead, seeing his dreadful shadow facing the door, pausing in front of it.

You see the silhouette turn around and walk away with the tapping of his shoes after its stop. As soon as he’s out of hearing range, you let out a heavy, shaky breath, asking yourself, how did this happen? How was it possible? For a student, to kill everyone in a school, classmates, teachers, student council, headmaster. All for one person. And keep them in school after sundown, locked with no possible way to escape.

“So you were in that storage room.” You hear his luscious voice state, having heard your breath. You quickly move to the door as quietly as you can, holding the handle, determined to keep the door shut. Tears leak from your squeezed shut eyes, leaving a new wet streak on your cheeks while he walks back to you just as slowly, almost as if taunting you. By the time he reaches the door, you’re trembling in fear, awaiting his forced entry. But it never comes.

“Lets play a game.” He says, voice taking a sadistic turn in his last word. Your eyes open to look at the blurry glass, making out the figure of his face looking down at your own blurry self. You hear something move at your feet and notice a key being slid under the thin gap between the door and the floor before he speaks again. “I’ve hidden ten keys, just for you. These keys, will help you escape, if you’re quiet.” He pauses in a tauntingly.

“I’ll give you to the count of thirty, I even wrote for you which keys they are and gave you the first one. This one’s to your classroom.” He informs, sounding proud of how much of a ‘fair' chance he’s giving you. You hear him walk away and you finally start to loosen your grip on the handle, but still remain alert. You already have one key, he’s giving you a count down, you know the school like the back of your hand, and, this might be your only chance to escape.

You know that if you stay in the storage room, you don’t stand a chance, it’s just a matter of time. You don’t have another choice. You pick up the bloody key, utterly disgusted at the red liquid on it, and cautiously stand up, slowly pulling the door open and peeking out. As soon as you do, you see him no more than 10 feet away, forearms crossed over each other against the wall where he’s face to face with, holding a knife.

He slowly turns his head over to face you with a hazy look on his face and pink-dusted cheeks, lips parted and seemingly inches away from an ahegao face given the pleasure-filled look on his face. “Run along now.” He indicates, and that’s all it takes for you to start. Your class is right around the corner, and surely enough, as soon as you walk in you find the other key right on your desk just as you hear him starting the dreaded count down.

Rather than snatching the key and sprinting away, you’re frozen in place with wide eyes, staring at the blood-written words on your desk. His classroom. The desk smudged in blood makes it difficult, but you finally bring yourself to take it. Without sparing any more time, you run out the classroom, sprinting to the stairs and heading to the floor under you to his class, key resting in his desk as well, the same bloody words indicating you to head to the cooking club with unknown reason.

You met by bumping into him after walking out of said club, apologizing profusely and offering a helping hand. Once again, you dart to your next stop but freeze at the words that enter your ears. “Ready or not, here I come.” His voice echoes above you. You hadn’t even noticed how much time you had spent gawking at your desk, and just now taking into consideration the fact that he knows exactly where you’re going. You quickly kick off your shoes and run downstairs to the cooking club, running much more quietly with just your socks.

Miraculously, you make it to the club with the next key laying on the table, directing you to the photography club, your club, because why wouldn’t someone want to laze around talking about anime and getting to know your fellow club members. Unlike Ayato, you can hear where he is, the tapping of his shoes echoing down the halls, letting you know that just like you, he’s running.

Reaching your club to see a key resting on a manga, you’re indicated to go to the library, the place where you had your first conversation, you asked for his help reaching a book, and though one-sided, it was greatly appreciated. Going down one floor to reach the library, you’re then told to go to the counselor’s office. A bully had framed you for stealing an answer sheet, and Ayato gladly took the fall for you.

You exit the library, looking to your right to scan the hallway, but as soon as you do, you feel something sharp graze your cheek, cutting through the skin, leaving a streak of red in the process before piercing into the wall on your left. “Found you.” Ayato states from the hall on your right, standing halfway through it, leaving you shocked at how he just threw a knife at you.

He starts sprinting towards you, triggering you to run to your next destination, quickly snatching the key in the office while he pulls his knife out of the wall. Instead of heading to your next stop, you run to the set of lockers in front of the office, opening one of them and closing it after hiding inside, desperately trying to calm your breathing right as Ayato stops at the corner of the opened door.

He searches the hall on his left and behind him, staying in place for a few seconds before letting out a sadistic chuckle, followed by an audible breath, quietly walking in the office afterwards, approaching the desk. You decide to take your chances and open the locker as quietly as you can, stepping out as he slowly places a hand on the desk. He quickly looks under the desk with no luck and then snaps his head behind him.

But you’re already gone to the infirmary, where he kindly took you after watching you eat your bento with the headache poison he put. You run down the classroom hall to the sewing room, where you let him sew back together the seam on the side of your shirt. You trusted him so much despite him holding a needle; seemingly harmless, from great damage at least, but that little needle, could leave someone blind, yet you trusted him.

You slide open the door and take the next key, feeling more adrenaline rush through you at the word ‘exit’ written on the sewing machine. You hear his footsteps coming down the hall and decide to hide until he passes. He doesn’t know where you are anymore, and you’d rather keep it that way. You run to the lockers in front of the room and open one of them, only for a body to fall out, the one of said bully.

You let out a scream at the sight, multiple stab wounds on the student’s chest. If Ayato didn’t know where you were then, he does now. He played dirty. “There you are.” His voice says from the start of the hall, making you face him for a split second before taking off in the opposite direction with him following behind. Unfortunately, it’s not long before he catches you.

He doesn’t even let you reach the end of the hall before he takes you from your shoulders and throws you on the floor behind him, pinning you down with knees on either side of your hips while you struggle to keep him from holding your wrists above your head with one hand. “No! PLEASE! DON’T DO THIS!” You desperately cry, refusing to look at him.

“If I can’t have you,” He succeeds in holding your hands above your head, raising his knife in his other one. “NO!” You cry. “No one-” “I’ll do anything you want!” You interrupt, shoulders hunched, facing away and eyes squeezed shut, expecting the final blow that never comes. His hand comes down to hold your jaw, pulling it softly to have you face him, careful to keep the knife from touching you.

“Anything I want?” He asks, getting you to slowly open your eyes, seeing the same look on his face that he had before starting the countdown. You shakily nod with hesitation clear on your face and he lets out a pleasure-filled sigh, tongue nearly lolling out of his mouth. You instinctively face away when he leans down to your unharmed cheek, running his nose over it with a deep inhale, breathing out audibly.

“We… are going to have so much fun…”

Will there be a part 2 for longing?

I know exactly what I want to write for a few sequels as well as a few new ideas but just lack the motivation. Hopefully I'll feel motivated once I've healed a bit more from eye surgery.

Student Council Secrets.

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1980's! Student Council x Fem! Reader.

Warnings: Sexual themes, smut, fingering, katoptronophilia (arousal of having sexual activities in front of a mirror), degradation, hair pulling, spanking.

Summary: You study in deep thought your affairs with the members of the student council.

W/C: 1.3k+

You’ve always had a way of getting what you wanted, but being in the student council, you had to use less abrasive methods for your fellow student council members as opposed to how you operated in previous schools.

Joze Shiuba.

A most certainly endearing underclassman, being foreign obviously having helped in catching your eye. Your advances towards him were subtle enough to go unnoticed, unnoticed to everyone but him, after all, his youth didn’t help given the situation. You were pleasantly surprised when you caught him covering his lower region after having asked him to stay once one of the meetings was over. Everything else escalated rather quickly, leading you to learn how much of a pleaser he is.

You let out another audible breath, your legs spreading further open to welcome the soft hand between them. A small moan resonates from your throat while you lean back onto your arms, hands placed flat behind you as you remain sat between Joze’s opened legs, his clothed erection pressing against your bottom. His free hand gives your thigh small squeezes, taking advantage of the position of your legs resting over his own with little worry of someone walking in the student council room and peeking over the desk to spot you on the floor.

He focuses his middle and ring fingers to continue to curl against your g-spot with his thumb rubbing soft circles on your clit, just the way you taught him, all while remaining painfully hard in his pants. You reach for the zipper of his pants only for him to gently push your hand away, distracting you with a harsh stroke at the spongy spot of your soft inner walls, pushing you closer to your orgasm. “You não have to…” He quietly speaks, his words reminding you of how he mixes languages when he’s flustered.

Ken Kyonashima

A handsome young man who was quite easy to get acquainted with, though unfortunately, suffers from a bad case of obliviousness. He’s the only target you needed to be bold with, though of course; privately. Your most difficult case… as well as misleading. It was quite the surprise that as soon as you cracked him, he demonstrated that he knew exactly what to do, showing you that despite being obvious, he’s far from innocent, and calling him inexperienced would be a mistake…

You run your hands over the bare skin of his naked back, your legs moving over his own to pull him closer while his lips detach from yours to press heated kisses along your neck. His hips continue to softly move against your own, grinding onto you with the tip of his length prodding inside you. Your back arches off the floor, his arm hooking under it to pull you closer to him, pressing your stomachs together.

His other arm lowers himself closer to you, nearly letting his whole weight down on you to press your bodies which were stripped naked despite being in a classroom. With an arm wrapped around his back, your free hand trails over to his shoulder, continuing a path over his stretched arm to meet with his hand which is quick to take a hold of yours, locking its fingers with yours.

Reiichi Tanaami.

A cold and reserved attractive upperclassman who would’ve been impossible to break if he hadn’t already had an eye on you judging by the glances he’d steal at you. He was quite bold himself at the time you initially preyed on him. It ended up turning into a short-lived game in which you constantly misled him to frustrate him. He was quick to shut you off by saying he had no interest in games and straightforwardly asked if your wants were mutual or not.

A shaky breath leaves through your parted lips while your eyes flutter shut, remaining on your side with an arm folded under your head to cushion it from the firm movements against your body. “It seems someone’s enjoying themselves.” Reiichi comments with amusement, eyeing your pleased smile to which you respond with a moan while he somehow maintains his composure, though you know he’s having a difficult time controlling himself as well.

He holds onto your leg with a hand to keep it in place over his shoulder for a better angle while thrusting himself into you in a quick and steady pace, trying to keep the noise of skin on skin as minimum as possible. A hand instinctively goes over your stomach when he delivers a sudden harsh thrust, reminding you of his reach at your cervix before returning to press on it softer.

Daisaku Aragaki.

An enticing young man with an alluring dangerous persona despite his efforts to make up for his previous mistakes. A truly unique case; one that had you trailing after, following after, begging…all while he seemed to get off on it. He was the one to be constantly luring you in with false hopes only to leave you wanting- needing for more to which he only responded to once you became desperate enough.

“Look at you.” Daisaku speaks as you moan loudly, thankful for school hours being long over, leaving you free to let loose in the empty restrooms where he has you bent over one of the sinks. “Filthy girl.” He smirks before landing a harsh slap on your ass, his brutal pace punishing your hips which are already growing sore. His hand takes a hold of your hair, yanking your head back to force you to look at yourself in the mirror as you cry out.

“Harder!” You plead while he hammers the tip of his member against your cervix, his heavy balls slapping onto your clit as his free hand squeezes one of your ass cheeks in a bruising grip. “You’re disgusting,” He leans down to press his lips to your ear. “You think I don’t know you're fucking those other guys?” His words make your breath hitch in your throat. “This is all you're good for, slut.”

~*~

You’re shaken back to reality by a hand on your forearm, having you looking over to the source with a clueless expression. “What is it?” You ask. “I called your name twice.” Reiichi removes his hand from your arm while you remember you’re in a meeting. Clearing your throat, you compose yourself to keep the formal facade for the time being and excuse yourself. “My apologies, my mind was elsewhere.” Your eyes trail to the pot of tea at the center of the table as a short-lived silence takes over.

“Is something wrong?” Joze asks to be met by silence, not knowing what to answer. “You’re still worried about last week?” Ken asks. “… Yes.” You lie, unaware of the look that Daisaku gives you through the corner of his eye, letting out a silent scoff. “She’s gone, it’s pointless to place more thought into it.” Reichii’s words remind you of the second-year student who killed an upperclassman after he had witnessed her committing murder before him.

Truth to be told, your thoughts couldn’t have been further away from last week’s occurrences which hadn’t slowed either of them down…

“Well, it’s late anyway, we should be leaving soon.” Ken interjects, successfully defusing Reiichi’s slowly escalating anger towards the matter. “Does anyone else have anything to report?” Reiichi asks, hearing words of negation in unison. “Very well then, dismissed.” Reiichi voice says followed by the light screech of chairs against the wooden floor before everyone exits one after the other through the sliding doors.

Joze is a submissive pleaser while Ken is a romantic partner who encourages giving and receiving equally as well as deep intimacy. Both Reiichi and Daisaku are dominant partners but whereas Reiichi is as precise in his sexual activities with you as in his everyday life actions; never giving you more than needed, Daisaku has no problem overstimulating you as much as possible, disrespecting you in every way possible as much as your body ached for.

All four of them are completely different… though they do have one thing in common; regardless of last week’s misfortune, neither of them had slowed down.

Christmas Wish.

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Simeon x Fem! Reader/MC.

Warnings: Sexual themes, smut, dry humping, clothed grinding, teasing, orgasm denial, cumming in pants.

Summary: After pining for each other for so long, Simeon's Santa outfit on Christmas sets in motion something to finally happen.

W/C: 1.8k+

A/N: Tried to get this done DURING Christmas, but here it is.

Loud voices fill the dining room of the house of lamentation with pairs of footsteps being heard back and forth, some slow, others as loud as the banter in the room with the steps being heard rushing into the kitchen in attempt to prevent the need for damage control. “Solomon no! I can handle decorating the desserts!” You hear Luke’s voice fade into the kitchen followed by a muffled chuckle and small protests of how Solomon doesn’t mind ‘helping’.

“I’m hungry…” Beel whines as Belphie yawns. “Don’t worry Beel, Simeon’s almost here.” You comfort him. All seven brothers and everybody from purgatory hall were already at the house of lamentation, except for Simeon who’d gone to pick up Diavolo and Barbatos for christmas dinner, having insisted on accompanying over. “No one’s touching any food until Diavolo and Barbatos show up.” Lucifer informs to which Beel whines again.

“But what about Luke?” He complains with a frown which causes Lucifer to give him a stern ‘you know what I mean’ look. “Hello.” A familiar voice says that has you and the brothers looking over to see Simeon walking in the dining room with Diavolo and Barbatos beside him. Everyone greets each other as they approach one another for a warmer welcome in a hug or small talk to fill the gap of dinner getting finished but none of it is registered in your head, to entranced in Simeon.

He’d always looked breathtaking in his usual attire- any attire, but tonight was even more so than usual, dressed in a beautiful white suit with baby blue patterns topped with small golden colored designs pairing with the golden ornaments adorning the wool at the end of his sleeves and edges of his snow white hooded cloak matching with a Santa hat of the same design. “Sorry we’re so late.” His gentle voice apologizes before he calls your name in a questioning tone, opening his arms for you with a smile after a small pause.

You finally react and walk over to him and wrap your arms around his torso with his falling to your upper back and holding you close to him, embracing you in his warmth and letting you feel the soft fabric of his clothes. “How do I look?” He asks when he finally pulls away, still somewhat holding you in his arms by keeping his hands on your arms. You open your mouth to answer him only for nothing to come out, still at loss of words at the sight before you, though there’s someone who was never at loss for words.

“Oh Simeon!” Asmodeus practically moans and steps in front of you, breaking Simeon’s hold on you. “Well aren’t you a cute little Santa, darling. Tell me, am I on your naughty list tonight? Do you think you should punish me? Or have I been good this year? Do I deserve some reward?” Asmo tries to seduce him, his arms placing themselves around his neck. “Um…” Simeon looks away without knowing how to answer. “Something tells me Santa has you on a list all by your self.” You resist the urge to cross your arms at him.

“No need to be jealous dear,” He smiles at you. “You can help Santa give me my reward for being such a good boy this year.” His voice trails off to the same seductive tone while he looks back to Simeon. “Maybe not.” Simeon pulls Asmo’s arms off of him while looking away with an almost annoyed expression. “Simeon!” Luke yells and rushes over to hug him despite having been apart for only a few hours.

“You were so late I thought these demons had done away with you.” He exaggerates. “I’m alright Luke.” Simeon smiles as plates lightly clink in the background at the table being set. “What do you say if while Barbatos serves dinner, you tell Santa what you want?” He sits on the closest chair. “To make up for being late.” He adds and pats on his lap. “B- Wh- what? I’m not a child anymore! I know how Santa really works!” He points an accusatory finger at Diavolo and the brothers starting to take their own seats as well.

“Come on, just tell me what you want.” Simeon insists with Luke staying put, and despite him being older than you, seeing a child be so against asking Santa for a christmas present felt saddening, even if it’s a job that’s actually taken upon demons. “Well I want to ask Santa for a christmas present.” You state as you sit on Simeon’s lap, missing the way his eyes widen. “Stop treating me like child!” Luke insists, obvious to how Simeon’s eyes nearly pop from their sockets at how wide they are.

“It’s okay, I didn’t know about Santa until I was your age.” You assure him. “I’m over a millennium years old.” He says in a deadpan expression. “But you’re also sort of 10.” You say. “Hmph” He squints his eyes at you and leaves to take his own seat. “So… what does the pretty girl want from Santa?” Simeon nervously runs a hand through his hair with warm cheeks. “The… what?” You quietly turn around to face him, slightly moving in his lap which has him clearing his throat.

“The… pretty girl said she wanted to ask Santa for a present?” He repeats with a bashful smile. “Well… you see, I might actually need to think about it for a bit.” You subconsciously press yourself further into his lap, and though the action goes unnoticed by you, it doesn’t go unnoticed by Simeon who nearly chokes on thin air, swallowing thickly and reluctantly placing his left hand on your waist while the other one goes for the side of the chair, gripping it tightly.

“Maybe sit on Santa’s lap until you know what you want?” He suggests, struggling to steady his left hand enough to gently pull you closer to him, slightly spreading open his legs enough to slowly lodge you in between them. He’d never felt something like this and never really felt actual interest in these type of acts before, until he met you, and now that he finally has you so close to him, to where an unknown warmth was starting to blossom, he wasn’t going to let you go.

“Dinner is served.” Barbatos’s voice interrupts, both of you lightly jumping in your seats and staring straight ahead wide eyed at being caught red handed, expecting a scolding. But when you look over at him, he’s instead giving you a knowing look with a smirk on his face before leaving to his own seat beside Diavolo. You both stay sat in place quietly with both of you looking around nervously, seeing everyone else immersed in conversations along with small spats starting to form distracting from you and Simeon.

You look back to Barbatos again to see him silently eating his food with his eyes glued to the wall ahead of him and simply tuning out, but despite him minding his own business, it felt odd knowing that he knows what was happening. A small whisper of your name comes from behind you and you take in the noticeable difference with your seat form just a few seconds ago. “Please.” Simeon whispers again, his legs overly tense under you with his left hand gripping at your waist tightly, erection pressing into your ass.

You give a last quick glance around the table and look at him over your shoulder, squeezing the sides of his thighs nervously and finally give in. You move your hands to his knees and spread his legs apart just a bit further, moving to wedge yourself deeper in between them, unaware of the show you give him of swaying your hips side to side against his groin followed by you arching your back and leaning forward just slightly, enough to press your clothed cunt onto his hardness.

You open your legs as well to better welcome him against you and proceed to slowly grind back and forth on him, gently moving along the tent of his pants but pressing deep into his hardness. With his hands pulling your back and forth into him, you feel a wetness starting to seep from within you and soak your underwear, wondering if he would be able to feel you through the material of his pants keeping him away from you as your own do the same.

You give a small glance over your shoulder and see him struggling to keep his eyes from fluttering shut with his jaw visibly clenched tight, trying to not draw any attention with his length growing harder by the second starting to feel painful. His grip on your waist gradually tightens while he grinds you harder onto him, starting to hump back into you with his hips lifting in tune with your own, making sure to keep the movements slow so that no one notices.

By the time his hold on you starts to get painful, you manage to hear a small muffled noise from him with a small twitch from his length warning you of his impending orgasm with his teeth clenched tightly. Your own hands grasp harder on his thighs as well, biting back a plead that desperately wanted to escape you, wanting to bend over further over the table to grind your clit onto him rather than your clothed entrance drenched in your wetness, begging to reach it’s own release and clenching on nothing.

Having enough of what felt like teasing, you switch from your back and forth motions and move your hips side to side against him, hoping to finish him off to stop what almost feels like torture for your empty cunt. “Ngh.” A noise finally escapes him with his hips raising from the chair and holding you as tight against him as possible, stilling against you with his nails digging into your sides with his cock twitching beneath you, emptying his balls with you pressed onto him.

His hold on your waist slowly loosens until it goes limp, his hips settling back down slowly as well, cock softening with a quiet sigh leaving past his lips and eyes finally falling shut. You swallow a small whimper when you feel his release start to soak through your pants and bite your lip in frustration and despite having wanted something to happen between you after so long, you find yourself wishing for it to have happened in a better location.

Maybe next time you’ll be able to feel him inside you, or at least be able to play with your clit, maybe he’ll be the one to play with yours instead and you’ll actually be able to cum with him, but for now, you’re forced to take what you can get and enjoy simply having his cum soak through his pants and onto yours, leaving a dark patch on both your clothes and hoping to feel his warm cum reach your drenched pussy.

Umeji Kizuguchi A-Z NSFW List.

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Umeji Kizuguchi x GN! Reader.

Warnings: Sexual themes, smut, light bondage and dacryphilia, light talk about bullying.

Summary: Request:

umeji nsfw a-z list?? of course you don't have to do it if you don't feel like it, and but if you do, please take your time!! thank you in advance!! <3

W/C: 1.5k+

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex):

At first, he’s pretty awkward and doesn’t really know what to do, it takes him a few minutes the first time before he realizes he should clean you and afterwards asks awkwardly if you need anything else, and as you have sex more often, he grows more comfortable with attending to you and eventually starts resting a hand on your lower back as he inches closer.

B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s):

Umeji prefers his arms, he likes to hold you close, to feel your body press against his, he loves feeling the squish of your body on him.

He likes every part of you and has a hard time keeping his hands still, they’re always running all over you; grasping and gripping at what ever he can squeeze; your legs, ass, waist and even arms.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person):

He loves how dirty and used you look whether it be with your skin coated in his thick cum or his release leaking from your used hole.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs):

He jerks off when he eats you out/sucks you off and even once came untouched by just giving you head. Umeji feels like you might look down on him if you find out, already feeling embarrassed by how easily he cums just by having his head between your legs.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?):

Before you, he had no hands-on experience, I’m sure he’s a virgin until he’s with you and before that, he’s only seen porn a few times casually. He’s a bit sloppy with learning at first and takes a while to remember what to do but everything falls in place once he gets more comfortable with following what his body says.

F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual):

Umeji LOVES taking you from behind, he loves using his weight to press you down and see you struggle to angle your hips to take him in better, whether you're under him or top doesn’t matter.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc):

He’s not necessarily goofy but will tease you in an amused manner, egging you on and asking if you’re having a hard time when you’re clearly struggling.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.):

Umeji’s natural hair color is pink, given that he died his hair blonde; he’s a bit… mismatched, but he doesn’t really pay attention to it and only cares about keeping himself clean. But once he’s with you, he immediately shaves because it’s just weird, but if the conversation ever arises and you express that you don’t find it that important, rather than keeping himself fully shaved, he’ll instead trim regularly and let you see the tufts of pink adorning his member.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…):

With just the simple fact that’s he’s been a virgin up until you shows that he needs a high level of intimacy to show a private part of him, and despite being a tease from time to time, he also knows when to be soft and take care of you, showing you a caring and gentle side that was more prominent back when he still wasn’t a delinquent.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon):

As stated before, Umeji jacks off quite often given that he does it almost every time that he gives you head, other wise, he’s just left feeling desperate and helpless with an aching feeling in his lower region.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks):

Light bondage such as simply holding your wrists away from him and some light dacryphilia from your intercourses, there’s just something about the sight of your watery eyes while you take him that gets him going, and, not that he’d ever tell you, but he really want you to be the one to take care of him at some point, to take the lead, sit on his face, overstimulate him, just use him to your heart’s content.

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do):

He’s down for any place, the bedroom, at school, restrooms or even empty classrooms, he sometimes finds himself thinking about what the look on any authority’s face would be if they caught him pounding his pretty partner.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going):

Show him, place your hand high on his thigh or right on his crotch, give him a glimpse of your privates at school or spread your legs obscenely wide in front of him when no one’s looking, he needs you to be upfront of what you want and he’ll give you what you want.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs):

Don’t degrade or hurt him, Umeji’s been through more than enough with his past bullying and won’t do the same to you either unless it’s small spankings but other than that, it would be a complete mood killer if you ask him to call you names or hit you such as a slap.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc):

He loves when you wrap your lips around his erection but he loves even more when he’s the one on his knees for you and taking care of himself in the process as he gives you all the attention he can.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? Etc.):

He can go both rough or slow and loving paces but most of the time settles for a pace that’ll have you letting out the loudest noises and begging him for more, though if he goes slow enough, he can also have you begging for more.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.):

He loves quickies, a quickie right before class is his favorite, being late for some other reason than just to defy his teacher and then feeling smug that just minutes ago he was pounding into you.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.):

Also loves them, he loves taking you in the bathrooms while class is going and trying to get you to let out a noise loud enough for a teacher or student to hear, you’ve actually almost been caught more times than either of you can count on your hands.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…):

Umeji can go for a pretty average amount of rounds, two or three if he’s really pushing it but can last for long enough to give you the satisfaction that you need and then proceeds to tease you for being tired as if he isn’t close to falling over as well.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?):

He finds toys offensive (in an amusing manner) in a sense that “Why the hell would you need that? The hell am I here for then?” because you don’t need any of that stuff when you clearly have him.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease):

He lives to tease you verbally and wishes he would to the same physically but as much as he hates to admit, he’s actually quite the sucker (literally), and has a hard time denying you of what you want and will easily give in, covering his obvious weakness with a smug look on his face.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make):

At first, he’s quite shy with his volume and keeps quite but later on upon finding out how much you like hearing him, he’ll audibly grunt with nearly every thrust and will even straight up moan or groan in your ear at the most inappropriate moments just to distract you.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice):

I bet all my nonexistent money that he’d be down to get a tongue piercing and even one on the tip of his dick and try them out on you as soon as possible because you know, it take some time to heal.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words):

He’s probably average length or barely even above it but he’s well gifted in girth and knows it. He has a pretty pink tip that matches the blush that you get to see in more intimate moment followed by the length that matches the rest of his skin tone with pretty plump balls and said pink tufts that rest along the base which also match his blush.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?):

Once he has sex with you, his sex drive is higher that usual, he just wants to get on his knees for you every day and have you cumming uncontrollably from his incessant hammering afterwards.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards):

Not that fast but not that slow, he more so gets lazy afterwards and doesn’t want to do anything as soon as he’s don’t cleaning you and getting you what ever you need.

thank you!! Take your time with it I will say that I’m reading your other works and that they are top tier! Keep up the good work!

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Yandere No Sutoka 2.

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Fem Reader Version

Yandere! Ayato Aishi x Male! Reader.

Warnings: Smut, sexual themes, non-con, knife play, oral sex; male receiving, jerking off, ass-eating, rimming, rim jobs, cumming untouched (male).

Summary: Ayato greedily takes advantage of your promise of doing anything he wants.

W/C: 1.7k+

"We... are going to have so much fun..."

You feel the tip of the knife gently trail from the start of your thigh downwards, cutting through the material of the pants while careful to not pierce the skin, the hand on your jaw pulling your head to face the opposite direction. You squeeze your eyes shut in a vain attempt to keep tears from leaking while feeling something soft yet wet press against your cheek, followed by a moan. He licked you. Ayato licked your blood. And he moaned at it.

He moves to lower his body closer, legs between your own to let you feel his stiffening member against your crotch. A sob escapes you as he parts his legs to force yours to follow, having your pants stretching uncomfortably over your clothed cock while he pulls away from you to face you. “Don’t worry, I won’t hurt you.” He assures despite the sadistic smile on his face before ducking closer to your ear.

“Not if you do as I say.” He sternly whispers, making you take in shaky breaths. “I promise I’ll even make you feel good.” He changes his tone to a more seductive one, tracing a small lick at the outer side of your ear, making you visibly shiver. “You’ve never done this before, have you?” He asks and you’re quick to shake your head no, hoping that it discourages him to continue.

“Good.” He slowly unbuttons your shirt, a finger trailing over your shivering stomach as he forcefully pulls your pants over your hips after he’s done with your shirt, exposing your underwear while he licks and kisses at the side of your neck. Your hands instinctively go to his shoulders to push him away, but they freeze in place at the reminder of the cold knife tracing down your thigh as he makes work of pushing your pants the rest of the way down, his left forearm placed next to your head to keep his body above yours.

Instead, you settle for fisting his shirt with shaky hands as the pants reach your ankles. “You mind pushing them off for me?” He suggests in an alluring tone in between his kisses against your neck, the knife that carefully slips under the side of your underwear with the sharp tip that gently presses at your skin without yet piercing it reminding you of your situation. You quickly nod your head shakily, slowly moving your feet to gently kick off your shoes followed by his pants, careful to not spite him in any way.

Not long after, he finds the soft spot at your neck, having your mouth opening to let out a muted moan with a pleasure-filled look on your face due to the new feeling. You quickly pull yourself together and close your mouth, brows knitting together in attempt to stay quiet, reminding yourself of the background of your current situation. Ayato chuckles darkly against your neck and takes in a deep breath of your scent, giving you the impression that he knows he found your spot.

You soon find out that it’s due to your hands gripping at his shoulders since kissing the hidden spot on your neck. He kisses down your neck, some being open wet-mouthed until he reaches your chest, pushing your shirt open the rest of the way to expose your torso completely. He continues to leave kisses with occasional bites, moaning at the feeling of the soft skin on your chest on his lips. If it weren’t for the fact that he’s trying to wait, he would’ve already wet his pants from being so close to you.

His lips move to your stomach, moving lower with the same wet trail of kisses, sucking softly at the skin of your lower stomach, feeling it raising with every breath. You raise your head to see him slowly going lower, noticing the knife still securely held in his hand and being forced to put up with the reality of having no way out of the situation; laying on the floor of the dark hall with puddles of blood, walls covered in red and a body laying ten feet away from you with who knows how many more nearby.

You feel him stop with his head between your legs, the curiosity making you look up at him with teary eyes, cheeks starting to prickle in a burning sensation. “May I?” He asks, giving you the false sense of having a choice. You glare at him and his flushed cheeks, laying your head back down only to feel the knife poke at you. Your breath hitches in your throat, knife tracing patterns on the unharmed skin of your thigh, making you question for how long you can keep it intact.

You shakily nod your head at the reminder of the threat, your action filling him with satisfaction. He slips a finger in the waist of your underwear and agonizingly slowly pulls it down and over your length, surprised at the sight. You’re hard. But it’s not your fault, what did he expect? You’d never done anything remotely lewd before, and it’s certainly not your fault that your body’s not in tune with your head, it’s just a natural physical response given your situation.

Your eyes squeeze shut with a small whimper from your lips, the same ones that you waste no time in biting to keep your noises to yourself at the embarrassing situation. Ayato peeks his head up high enough to see your face, and unfortunately, he’s not close enough to your semi-hard length. His hands grab onto your waist with a small squeeze, smirking sadistically before yanking you up to the proper height in which he can sit back on his calves and have your erecting member right at his face…

With a perfect view of the priceless shocked yet scared expression on your face after having let out a yelp at the sudden action. He leans back to support some of your weight onto him rather than placing it all on your upper back, his right arm wrapped over your lower stomach. His free hand sneaks over the front of your thigh and wraps itself around the base of your pulsing member, slowly slipping out his tongue while eyeing you closely, missing the stream of precum that leaks your tip.

You let out a small noise of surprise when he presses his tongue flat on your balls, your eyes shooting open. The more his tongue slowly ascends the length of your cock, the more your mouth drops open and eyes widen at the odd feeling. Your body quickly welcomes the sensation and proceeds to leak more precum from the twitching cock while you still resist, shutting your eyes closed again with your brows knitting together as he reaches the slit of the tip.

His tongue flicks the edge of the tip softly with a light breathy chuckle at the sight of your trembling form, then going to suck at it with his tongue lightly pushing the foreskin out of the way. A small whine instantly leaves your lips followed by tears squeezing past your lids, immediately letting him know of your sensitivity, then again; you had never been played with. He leaves a small kiss and pulls your cock to aim the tip at him, licking over the small opening and moaning at your taste.

It takes everything you have to keep yourself quiet, continuing to deny the pleasure he’s giving you, it would be so much easier to drown it out if it was causing you pain. The wet tongue spreads the liquid around the head and your eyes instinctively widen, a small gasp leaving you. “Ah.” You shakily moan after your face morphs into one of discomfort at the overwhelming pleasure, your thighs twitching from either side of his head.

He leans further back on his calves to rest you on his chest and takes your tip in his mouth, wrapping his lips around it while licking you in his mouth with a moan, swallowing repeatedly to taste you. Decided in making you reach the highest point of your pleasure, he keeps sucking on you with his hand starting to jerk you off in a steady twisting motion, quickly starting to overstimulate you by overwhelming you.

A shout leaves your mouth and pulls his sight to you, seeing your mouth agape and eyes watering from the pleasure, getting him to release you from his mouth to let out a breathy chuckle against you, his hot breath hitting the soaked tip. You start moaning uncontrollably while taking in shaky breaths, feeling yourself letting out another stream of your liquids that lands on your swollen balls, feeling it trail down and between your ass cheeks, reaching the puckered hole.

Before you can react to how uncomfortable it feels, Ayato’s tongue moves to lick between your checks and over the clenched hole. While he licks the trail that managed to escape him, he notices how you suddenly fall silent, having him peeking over your bottom half and taking in the horrid look on your face, eyes wide and mouth agape in shock. He smirks and smiles to himself at the sight and licks another thick stripe over your clenched hole, your body shaking while he continues licking.

Your hands make their way to his knees and grasp harshly at his pants as best as you can, silently pleading him to stop. He lets out a dark chuckle but relents, landing a last lick on your drooled hole and returning to your fully hardened erection, licking and sucking the tip more vigorously than before while incessantly jerking off the rest of your length in a fast pace in the same twisting motion, determined to give you your first orgasm.

You scream loudly with your legs threatening to squeeze around his neck, loud noises of his lips smacking against you nearly being drowned completely by your own, your eyes tearing before you finally feel your balls release in his mouth with a desperate moan. You feel yourself shooting load after load in him with his tongue licking you clean until you finished with an audible sigh.

A loud deep groan echos in the halls with you lazily looking up to see Ayato having pulled away with red cheeks, tears prickling the corners of his eyes and a pleased smile on his face. Your cheeks burn in embarrassment at the lack of your cum around his mouth, indicating you that he swallowed all of it; all of you. He lowers your body with shaky arms and sets you carefully back on the floor, letting you see that he’s soaked his pants.

“We’re not done here yet.”

Do you think bakugo and kirishimas darling would ever become friends? Like if she ever came out of the room while he was there or if he came into her room?

Kirishima would be delighted that there’d be someone else in the household to get along with his darling safely without them having to leave, and Bakugou wouldn’t care if they do or don’t get along. But simply put, I picture that the both darlings would hold each other’s hand for comfort while their own yandere pounds them 😂

Are you willing to write for fem characters? Like Maki from jjk, Ayano from Yan Sim, Toga from bnha, etc?

I could try writing for maki and feel capable of writing about ayano though I feel like I’d have a harder time with toga but yeah, I’m willing to try and write for fem characters :)

Bitter Work: Spin-Off.

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Yandere! Eijirou Kirishima x GN! Reader.

Warnings: Non-Con, yandere themes, mentioned kidnapping, sexual themes, smut, penetrative sex, somnophilia, exhibitionism.

Summary: Request:

Hey do you think you can write about kirishima and his darling from bitter work? I’m curious about them

W/C: 800+

A/N: Made this a self-insert for readers despite it being a spin-off.

You keep your hand over your mouth to continue to suppress your noises. This wasn’t the first time and it certainly wouldn’t be the last, you weren’t even sure what to feel anymore. Ever since the first time Kirishima forced himself on you, you would always freeze stiff in fear, he kidnapped you and ranks quite high within the pro heroes, you didn’t know what he was capable of, so you simply settled for not doing anything.

Your silence and lack of movement convinced him that you were simply shy in sexual situations, as well as nearly everything else given how little you spoke. The first few times, your mind was too filled with fear and anger at feeling so vulnerable and unable to do anything, because in truth, what could you do? The fear occupied your mind enough to keep you from feeling anything, but as time progressed and he continued to have the same sexual activities with you, you slowly started to grow accustomed to them.

After a while, there was always some reassurance that he never hurt you with anything other than penetration, never hit you, grabbed onto you too hard or verbally abused you. As the fear of your pain increasing dissipated, you were left with nothing to distract you from his movements against your body as well as being unable to deny yourself that he knew what he was doing, he knew exactly how to treat your body to give you immense pleasure. Pleasure that you didn’t want.

A tear manages to leak through your squeezed-shut eyes as you remain on your side, facing toward the blank tv with Kirishima behind you, spooning you with an arm over your waist to keep you against him while thrusting into you at a steady pace on the living room couch. Your eyes roll to the back of your head with your lips parting to let out a muted moan at the next orgasm he forces out of you, your body finding undeniable pleasure in him.

Following your release, you hear the familiar groan coming from behind you before feeling your insides quickly flood in his thick cum as his body relaxes against your trembling frame. You feel him smile as he traces kisses along your shoulder up the side of your neck with your eyes squeezing tighter. “You serious? I sleep on that couch.” You hear another thick voice speak, having your eyes widen.

“Sorry Bakugou, we didn’t make it to the bed.” Your kidnapper apologizes without looking at him or even growing concerned enough to cover your naked body, continuing to smile against your skin instead. Bakugou grunts in return and leaves to his room upstairs, wanting to rest after his hero work, ignoring the look of terror in your eyes.

~.~

“I’ll be home soon, okay?” Kirishima assures, cupping your face in his hands while you stare down with slightly wide eyes, always stuck in between your fight or flight instinct whenever he touched you. He moves to press a kiss to your lips to which you subconsciously move back from where you’re standing with him at the doorway. “Aw, there’s no need to be shy.” He looks at you lovingly, obvious to your true feelings.

“They’re not shy, dumbass.” Bakugou says from his spot on the same couch you fucked in earlier without taking his eyes off from his phone, being aware of Kirishima's delusional personality. “What are you talking about?” Kirishima innocently asks after a questioning hum. “Just go to work!” He nearly shouts, still refusing to remove his eyes from the screen. “I love you.” Kirishima’s lips successfully capture yours in his, saying his last goodbye’s before finally leaving for his night shift.

You slowly turn to look through your peripherals and see Bakugou staring longingly at the picture of someone you don’t recognize. The almost sad look on his face quickly disappears with him looking over at you with a scowl, making you quickly look back down and rush up the stairs to your ‘room’.

~.~

After hours of trying to fall asleep, you finally feel your eyes starting to give up on you, feeling half asleep how your body is succumbing to exhaustion despite the fear of your captor’s roommate. You miss the sound of the door opening followed by the quiet footsteps towards the large bed where you lay, a few silent thumps of clothes falling on the floor before the feeling of the space behind you dipping completely wakes you.

A pair of soft lips press behind your ear in a kiss with a familiar set of razor sharp teeth gently biting after, a tongue running over the skin while you take notice of the grinding of the stiff length between your ass cheeks, the tip managing to slip under your shirt to drip its precum on your lower back, warning you of a long night.