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Been thinking a lot about @cryptidmickle 's amnesia au

thank u for taking my request!!! it is: so where i work (a front desk job) guys come in who are rlly flirty n shit, usually its harmless, like last week some guy just walked by & gave me a note w his number & i havent stopped thinking abt how akaashi would react to that happening to his gf o_o but sometimes it gets...rlly creepy...i jus wanna read abt akaashi w a gf who gets hit on a lot & how he’d react/comfort her 😔 cuz i wish i had him to make me feel better when men are creepy to me 😔

I’m just happy you trust me to write your request, Em. I’m more than happy to take it on <3. I hope it lives up to what you expect. And I’m very sorry you have to deal with what you’re dealing with it’s... disgusting. But I admire your strength for powering through it every day. And Akaashi would too. He’d be so mad at the situation, but so proud of you.

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Fem!Reader x Akaashi

-When it’s harmless flirting, Akaashi usually brushes it off.

-He’s not fond of the situation, but he understands that beautiful girls often get flirted with, and that you can’t really help being so gorgeous, and having such a beautiful smile. Even when the smile is feigned solely for the purpose of doing your job.

-But he trusts you completely. Akaashi wouldn’t even be in a relationship with someone he didn’t fully trust, so it’s never too much of an issue.

-At most he’ll feign a little jealousy so he can tease you and you can tease him back. He loves the cute little batner when you try to reassure him.

-You came home one night, and while you were taking off your shoes Akaashi came up behind you and gave you a hug. He had really needed you that day. Needed to be near you more than anything. And as he whispered a greeting in your ear, his hands slipped into the pockets of your hoodie as he held you. They went in with the intention of holding your hands which were tucked in the pockets to shield them from the cold, but instead he found a note. With some guy’s phone number. He smiled deviously, before having his face fall back to its usual expression.

-He started walking away and reading the guy’s name out slowly, “Really?”

-You laugh, “Oh. That was just some guy at work, Keiji. He was really sweet.”

-“Sweet?”

-“Yeah, he just slid it over on the desk when he was checking out,” you say, following him as he goes to sit on the couch, still examining the paper like it’s an important document that needs to be reread.

-When you’re in front of him he takes your wrist, and tugs gently, pulling you onto the sofa next to him. “Sweeter than me?” Akaashi teases, kissing your hand gently before lifting it over and around his head so your arm is slung around his neck. You lean against his body looking at the creased piece of paper, an uneven heart next to the nine digits written on it.

-You purse your lips to the side, eyes going to the corner of the ceiling, “Well…”

-His arm is suddenly thrown around your waist, and pulls you close to his chest so you’re almost lying on top of him, “Come on, kitten, you can’t just say that!” His voice is slightly whiny before he leans in and kisses the crown of your head, hand cupping your cheek gently and then slipping below your chin and guiding your face to look up at his.

-“Okay fine, Keiji. You win. You’re sweeter,” you huff, annoyed at the effect he has on you. The way his eyes are so peaceful and full of love just for you that you can never resist him.

-He kisses your nose lightly. “Good,” his voice is deep and intense. You lift your head and kiss his lips, before tucking your face into his neck.

-Akaashi loves knowing that he’s the one who gets your kisses and your eyerolls. Your soft touches and your playful hits. Your love and your teasing. You are his, and he will never understand how he got so lucky.

-However when things go too far… his reaction changes.

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You come home late. Later than normal. Later than the nights when your shitty boss makes you take on extra shifts. Later than ever before. No texts. No calls. No warning. And the second Akaashi hears the keys, he’s at the door. He’s been pacing the length of the apartment the whole night, waiting for you to get home. Needing you to come home and be with him so he could be certain you were okay.

He just wants to pull you in close and hold you, hold on tight to you, and fall asleep easily.

But when he sees you, he hesitates. Your hair is a mess, your makeup completely gone, your eyes rimmed red, your body closed off to him, your lips swollen.

“Kitten?” he asks softly, approaching you slowly and cautiously like approaching a wounded animal, “Is everything okay?”

You shake your head. You can feel all of it still. The disgust and grime all over you. There’s nothing clean. Nothing safe.

Akaashi knows you too well, “Want me to run a bath for you?” You nod and he gets straight to it, setting up candles and a bath bomb quickly and warming the water to your perfect comfort level. He lets you be alone while you bathe, letting the warm water melt away the day. Melt away the touch of that man’s hand on yours when he took the key to his room. Letting the steam and scented candles fog your mind, separating you from your thoughts, hazing the memory of his sleazy grin and crude remarks. You let your eyes flutter closed, and let it all disappear.

It doesn’t.

You get out of the tub, and squeeze your hair out, just enough so it’s not dripping. Akaashi sitting on the sofa in the living room. His head is leaned back over the back rest, eyes closed in thought. He’s playing with his fingers the way he always does, bending them back slightly and rubbing them up and down before moving to the next one.

You know it’s killing him. He needs to fix it. Wishes he could know what’s wrong and solve it the way he always does, clear the problem and move on. But you’re not ready to talk about it. And there’s no way to really fix it anyway. You spent hours of your shift, and beyond your shift talking to HR. It was the whole reason you were out so late. And they’d only reminded you of precautions you were meant to take. Because there was nothing they could do. Nothing anyone could do. Especially not to undo the damage that had already been done.

You walk around the sofa and he sits up straight, eyes flashing up to you. You know he needs it, and the world always feels a bit safer with Akaashi, so you take one of his hands in yours. You let your eyes meet his and you can see him analyzing you.

It used to bother you. Used to get on your nerves that he didn’t just talk to you. But in moments like this, in the moments when the words seemed impossible, you were grateful he knew you this well. He scoots over slightly, giving you an easy way in, and you take it. You curl up next to him. Your head rests on his shoulder, your hand cupped gently in his as he plays with your fingers now. He sees the way you relax at his gentle touch, and it brings him some peace knowing he’s at least being helpful.

The increasingly late hour makes everything feel oddly calm. Like the events that happened…. didn’t. Like your mind falsified the event, like in a few hours you’d be able to chalk it all up to a dream or being wasted. Of course, every time you think about it, it hits you, all of what he said, what he did, and the terrible realization of what he must have been thinking.

You speak with calculated words, like the story isn’t yours, “It was bad today, Keiji.”

There was no prompting, but Akaashi acts like your words didn’t just come out of nowhere, “Do you want to tell me about it?”

“I don’t know what I want.”

He nods, lightly bobbing his head, “That’s okay. We can just stay like this. Or I can put on music, or a movie to distract you. But if you want to talk… I want to hear it.”

“Okay,” you say, finally turning your head to face him. He puts on a slight faked smile for you. You know he’s waiting. And you know it’s better to talk about it, to vent, then to let it keep consuming you. Get it out of your head, and then it’ll stop taking up every corner of your mind.

“There was … a really creepy guy at my work today. He …,” with being so mentally distant from the situation, and having already told the woman at work your situation, you thought it’d be easy to say. There was something about telling Akaashi that makes the whole thing real. It makes you realize how sickening it was. Forces you to take in the fact that that man had made a decision. A conscious decision proving that, to him, you and your comfort and boundaries, were not worth respecting. That you were something he believed he had a right to have access to. And the thought makes your mind open, finally accepting what happened, and you can’t go on. Your voice is caught under the lump in your throat, you can feel your eyes welling up.

Your lips press into a line, an attempt to hold in the whimpers threatening to fall out.

Akaashi’s eyes are patient and concerned, but once he realizes there won’t be more he doesn’t know what to do. You take the first motion, needing him closer as you cry into him, and Akaashi scoops you up into him, pulling you as close as the world will allow two people to be. “I’m so sorry.” He lets his large hands care for you, one rubbing up and down your back, pressing your slightly farther into him, the other scratching the back of your head gently.

You nod as you let the tears fall, gripping tight onto his shirt, letting yourself take him in. The smooth, gentle, welcomed feel of his skin as his body surrounds you. The clean, calming smell of him. The faint memory of cologne stuck to his shirt. His body wash, cologne, and detergent, filling your mind with pleasant memories. The warmth radiating off his body into yours. He feels warmer than the bath. You can feel the steadying control he has over his body.

“I’ve got you, Kitten. I’m right here,” he pushes you back only slightly so he can take your hands and loosens your grip on his shirt, instead letting his fingers intertwine with yours, “I’m not going anywhere.” He releases your hands, and his to your back, pressing you into him gently.

You bring your hands up, looping them around his neck and playing with the soft hair at the nape of his neck. You let yourself fall apart, let yourself tumble down and crack and weep, let fractured sentences slip out between sobs, unconcerned that you always leave them unfinished, because you know, no matter how far you break, Akaashi is there holding you together.

He never wavers. His breathing, his heartbeat, the calming strokes of his hands, all of it is steady. And he stays like this until your tears stop flowing, and your hiccups and sobs cease.

“Do you want to tell me the rest or do you want a distraction?”

“Distraction,” you barely manage to get out.

“A movie? A song? Do you want to hear about my day? Or have me tell you a story? Or---?”

“Just wanna hear your voice, Keiji.”

His heart doesn’t know what to do. You hear the way it thrums in his chest. Caught between melting apart at the sweet way you love him, at the knowledge that he can ease you, and breaking apart at how broken you sound.

“Alright, kitten. Let’s see… once upon a time, in a far off kingdom, there was….”

Akaashi continues to tell this little story. It’s mostly nonsense, but you love how his mind works. How he can spin beautiful stories for you whenever you need them.

When you hear him lose his thought, you chime in with a quick detail, your voice soft and raspy. It’s nothing like the stories he writes. These stories are far more special. He usually tells them to you when you’re having trouble sleeping, and you love the calm way he speaks, and the slight voices he does. You’re especially fond of the gentle way he pauses, waiting for you to name every character, or to say which creature the protagonists run into on their quest.

Tonight’s story was about a beautiful princess who, as always, shared your name or some variation of it. The story isn’t one you pay too much attention to, instead focusing on his heartbeat and the way his voice sounds deeper and garbled as it reverberates through his chest. Focusing on the way his body is wrapped around yours, and how safe it feels.

And after a little while, after a few twists and turns in the story, Akaashi manages to lull you to a peaceful sleep in his arms.

If this happens I will scream SO LOUD

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Day Sixteen: Sex Toys | 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

incel!Tomura Shigaraki x f!Reader Genre: Smut Notes: one of these days I’ll write a Shigaraki fic where he isn’t an incel 😭 Warnings: 18+, noncon, kidnapping, anal play, sex toys (obviously), butt plug, dildo, vibrator, degradation, squirting, overstimulation, does this count as cheating??, stockholm syndrome implied, pussy slap, oral (f receiving), nipple sucking. Words: 2.2k

“Shigaraki! Have you seen my bitch?”

“Why are you bothering me with this?”

It was fortunate for Tomura that he’d built a reputation for himself among the league. A reputation that he shared a temperament similar to that of a petulant child. Dabi asked his question and immediately dropped the subject when he heard his glorious leaders response. He had no desire to get into it with him today. He wasn’t coherent. He wasn’t thinking straight when his beloved bitch was missing.

The reputation was fortunate for Tomura, because this was exactly what he wanted. He wanted Dabi to drop the subject entirely. The fact that he knew Dabi wouldn’t have the determination to continue discussing the matter with him when the frosty response was received, was all part of a greater plan. A more truthful answer could have been given by Tomura. He should be helping his comrade looking for his pretty little piece of ass.

But he doesn’t need to look. He knows exactly where you are.

He’s just borrowing you for a little while…

All For One’s generosity never went unnoticed by Shigaraki. He couldn’t thank him enough for finding this secret little location to hide you in. It was a shit hole, but he didn’t care. Why should he? He just wants what he believes to be his – you. More specifically, your cunt.

He believes you know exactly what you’re doing, honestly. When you let Dabi fuck you in the hideout. The way you moan and cry out his name. Do you even try to keep the volume down? Even if you were whispering, the shlucking sounds of your genitals bashing together fills the entire building. Shigaraki complains, obviously. Constantly in fact. You are a little more sympathetic to his words. Dabi on the other hand mocks him. Calls him an incel and tells him he’s just jealous.

He’ll see who’s jealous when he finds out he’s defiled you.

He doesn’t know what’s worse out of the two of you. Dabi mocking his virgin status certainly gets under his skin. But then again, Dabi has never been subtle about what a cocksure son of a bitch he is. Oozing confidence and cockiness, it really grinds Shigaraki’s gears, but he’s come to expect it of his teammate.

You, however, are a patronising bitch. Why be so apologetic when he comes to you with a grievance for you to only repeat the exact same problem the very same night? You like the attention, he thinks. He’s glad he had the chance to snoop in your shared bedroom with the patchwork prick. Shigaraki found some very interesting items in his bedside table.

Your eyes flutter open and you see him lording over you. The surroundings are unfamiliar. Your wrists sting, and it makes sense why when you look up to see you’re chained to a wire headboard. He’s stripped you bare.

This is all too familiar.

This is almost exactly how things began with Dabi. Same shit, different bastard.

“Will you think less of me?” Tomura starts. Your eyes squint as you observe his. They almost look sad, like they’re willing you to not think less of him. “Hm? Will you think less of me, for wanting what he has?” he adds.

He wants to be just like Dabi. Goodness, they have oh so much in common. Your inky haired lover was just as desperate to fuck away his insecurities in your warm, wet hole. Desperate to lose any lingering sense of innocence on his body. That is the reason you can’t remember what home smells like. The reason you’re starting to forget the faces of your family.

Because Dabi wanted you. You weren’t compliant, so he stole you.

But you love him now, you think. After all, what else do you have?

“I don’t think I could think any less of you if I tried.” you confess, breathlessly.

It actually makes him smile. You’re much more tolerable when you aren’t giving him that fake nice act. He knew it was fake. No one is as nice as you are. Especially when you’ve been through what you have. He finds this side of you much more endearing. Much more enjoyable.

“Will you forgive me, at least?” he seconds his initial notion. You pout your lips to the side, and shake your head.

“No, I—”

“Good job I don’t care,” he starts, rifling around in his backpack. Your heart twinges when you see him empty the contents out on the bed by your feet. He’s been in your room. He’s been sifting through Dabi’s things. His special things he stole just for you. “Will you be nice and pliant for me while I play with you?” he asks, genuinely. Whether you kick and scream or lie back and take it. He’s going to get what he wants. Why fight the inevitable? You do it with Dabi. You can do it with Shigaraki.

“Whatever you want Tomura… Nice ‘n pliant.” you speak. Your final word coated in sarcasm and derision. You will be good for him; but you deem it necessary to let him know you aren’t happy about it.

His eyes light up as he focuses on all of the toys at your feet. He’s like a kid in a candy store. He wants to do anything and everything to you. He really wants to lose his virginity and use your cunt to fuck himself stupid. But he’ll embarrass himself by cumming too quickly. He knows it, he knows. He wants to be able to brag to Dabi about how many times he made his little pet cum. How much better Shigaraki is at getting you off than he is.

“Where shall I start?”

Your cunt is already soaked, he figures it must be the adrenaline and excitement of it all. Yet it doesn’t stop him from teasing you about it, regardless.

“Slut.” he calls you as he settles his hands on the bends of your knees. He practically folds you in half when your kneecaps make contact with your chest. You jarred when you felt a singular digit push passed your tense ring of muscle and directly up your asshole. With a free hand, he picks up a toy and showcases it to you. “You like stuff up your ass?” he questions. “This was still in it’s packaging. Why?”

“N-Never done anal b-before.” you stammer out as the unfamiliar contact triggers every nerve ending throughout your body.

“Ah,” you breathe as he pushes another finger into you. “Almost a virgin like me then.”

He snickers at the way your eyes screw shut as the additional digit stretches you out. It doesn’t last long. He may be a pathetic virgin, but he at least knows a few basics. He’s being nice enough to prep you. He thinks you should thank him for being so kind, though he knows you won’t. He removes his fingers from you. His cock twitches at the way your asshole slowly closes itself again.

He runs the silver butt plug up and down your slippery folds, using your slick to coat it up nicely. Tomura is even considerate enough to spit on it to add extra lubrication for you to take the toy for the first time. He revels in how amusing it’s going to be to tell Dabi that he was the first one to corrupt your cute little asshole, not him.

You grit your teeth as he slowly pushes the plug into you. Fuck. It’s hard to stand strong and resist how good it feels. You've always had a sick feeling deep down that if you ever allowed yourself to experience anal, you’d love it. You’re trying to ignore it. But he can tell. You like having your pretty asshole played with, don’t you?

He looms over you, his face mere inches from your own. He lowers himself. Cracked lips slotting perfectly against soft, plump ones. You taste good. You taste like a new addiction to him.

“Didn’t think your asshole could look any cuter, but the pink heart on the plug is a real nice touch.” he speaks with a saliva string keeping your lips firmly connected to one another.

His fingers snake down to the plug. Tugging it ever so slightly and seeing how wildly your hips buck for him. So responsive, a good little bitch. He needs something else. He wants to see you unfurl, now. He holds up a pink plastic cock and a small blue clitoral vibrator.

“I want you to cum for me. Which one of these toys will make that happen sooner?” he urges you to respond. You can’t point, and your thoughts are almost impossible to understand as you can focus on nothing but the metal plug resting safely in your asshole. So good. So sensitive. He holds up one at a time. “Nod for me, dummy.” he instructs. Nothing for the dildo. Nodding for the vibrator.

“D-Do you know where the- the clit is?” you manage to stutter out. Your question is answered when he spanks it lightly. You yip at the contact.

“Don’t mock me.” he chastises as he lightly runs a finger from side to side over the bundle of nerves. You mewl and moan, desperate for more. He rejoices when he sees more slick gush out of your dreamy hole, travelling down and coating the darling, pink heart jewel twitching in your ass. “Patchwork has been missing out… holding back on playing with your asshole…” Shigaraki comments, speaking as he remains beguiled by your anatomy. He did this. He is the one that has positively soaked you like this.

He can barely keep the vibrator still on your clit because you’re so wet. There’s only one thing for it. He rests his head between your thighs and sucks brutally on the sensitive nub. Christ you feel like your soul is leaving your body. Your legs are convulsing and trapping his head in place. He thinks he’s drank up enough of your juices. He frees himself from the crushing grip of your thighs and attempts to vibrate your clit once again.

“Ohhh, Tomura… ­– fuck – ‘m gonna cum!!!” you moan, your eyes rolling into the back of your head as you squirm in the centre of the bed.

“So soon? Are you making fun of—?”

“Nngh!”

His doubts of his skill are dispelled when your cunt gushes clear like a waterfall all around him. He can’t help himself but latch onto the source and drink up everything you have to offer. Jesus you taste good. Do you…

“Do you do that for him?” he wonders, giving you a moments reprieve from the highest intensity vibration.

“N-Never, didn’t know I could- I could do that…” you heave. Your breasts jiggle as your breathing is breathy and inconsistent. He’s going to suck them, he thinks. They look so perfect; your hard nipples begging to be toyed with.

“In that case, you’re going to do it again.” he announces. He picks up the plastic dildo and slowly sinks it inside of your walls.

Your eyes cross. It’s mesmerising to him. So aroused by these pathetic toys he’s used on you, and he’s not even had his wicked way with you himself. The squelch and shlock shlock shlock of the dildo fucking into you makes Shigaraki moan heartily. If he didn’t know better, he’d think that sound alone had made him cum in his pants. He’s sure that isn’t the case. But copious amounts of pre have definitely leaked out of his tip.

“Fucking, Christ. Such a wet, slutty cunt.” he announces. It sounds like he’s scolding you, but in reality he’s talking to no one but himself. “You better cum like that again.” he hisses. The blue vibrator is forced onto your clit once more. You can’t! You can’t!

“Tomura I- s’too much! Too much f’me!”

By now Shigaraki had finally latched his lips onto your pert nipple. He tugged lightly with his teeth before uttering a simple ‘shut up’ to you. He was right. The feeling of your hardened bud in his mouth is divine. It shouldn’t have surprised you that he’s such an incredible multitasker. Using both hands to expertly overstimulate your cunt in a way that is oh so intense but delicious all at once. His sucking and biting on your teat adding to the thrill of it all. Fuck. You’re close. So close.

“’m gonna-“ you choke out, letting him know you’re about to follow his orders. Like a good girl. A good bitch.

“Good. Fucking do it, make a filthy mess for me.” he encourages. He’s away from your breast now. He wants to see in full what he can make that pretty cunt of yours do.

“Ah-! Ah-! Ahhhh-!” you gasp.

You’re relieved when the familiar sensation transparent liquid waterfalling out of you escapes you. Tomura’s eyes enlarge and he’s captivated by the flood of water that leaves your lips. Again, he thinks. One more time and then he’s earned it. But you’re spent. He can see how you’re trembling beneath him, struggling against the biting pain around your wrists. You’re done. You are… You are done.

But he isn’t.

“One. More.” he jeers. You shake your head in defiance. What doesn’t he understand? You can’t.

“Can’t—!”

“One more, and then I’ll reward you by letting you be the first person to have your insides painted by me.”

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au where uncle aaron doesnt die but he has still just found out his favorite nephew is spiderman so now hes just kinda like :/ damn i guess i gotta be a superhero now

its like batman and robin if batman were the sidekick. hes just sort of following miles around dragging his scrawny little butt out of tight spots and yelling encouragement. 

if ur mommy doesn't let you sext, she can join

she lets me sext, but….i think she’ll gladly join us🤭

maybe, she will even switch…

@usablesesbian

i need anakin skywalker in my ear every waking moment, every second of the day. i need him to purely just speak to me until he can't any longer. pretty boy talk my ear off about anything and everything PLEASE omfg.

manipulate me, cuss me out, whisper sweet nothings to me, idc what it is, as long as i get go hear that voice bc omfg

love a pretty boy w/ a nice voice.