#trigger warning dubcon

He catches the signs, how you slowly find less time for yourself, your sleeping and eating habits change. He notices when your nervous ticks start up, how there never seems to be enough time in the day, how your emotions seem like a pot about to boil over. There’s a clear line where ambition becomes self-destructive, and that’s where he steps in.

And to be fair, he gave you a chance to talk about it. Rubbed your shoulders and pressed little kisses into your cheek and to your jaw. Tried to distract you and pull you away from what was stressing you out. Asked all sweet what was wrong, what you needed. And then you bared your teeth and snapped. And when plan A didn’t work, he opted to go with plan B.

He decided that you clearly didn’t know what you needed. That’s fine. He’ll help you figure it out. So he hauls you up, ignoring your thrashing and huffing. Ignores your threats, because you aren’t going to deliver on them, he’ll tire you out well before you can enact them.

He prefers to have taken you to bed, laid you out nice and comfy, let the duvet and pillows surround you. But when you’re like this, balled up and thrumming with an unnamed energy, any surface will do. He entertains the fight you put up when he finally lets you down. Kyle is more than capable of stopping you, but this little tussle helps tire you out, works out some of the excess before he even gets his mouth on you. Eventually, he’ll simply manhandle you into place, flipped onto your stomach with him pressed to your spine. His arm curled around your neck, not choking or restricting your breathing, but keeping you in place with the bulk of him, arm branded across your collarbone. All your spitting and hissing being ignored as he uses his free hand to force your bottoms out of the way.

Kyle will always argue that he’s doing this for you, that he’s taking care of you. But that little gasp you release when he first touches you, when the tension in your muscles releases just a bit, when your body realizes it’s finally getting what it needs? Yeah, that’s all for him.

He loves watching the fight begin to evaporate, as if you could never fathom why you tried to resist in the first place. The way your thighs part and your back arches, giving yourself up to him as arousal drips down his palm. When you go from fighting to trying to remember your manners, asking so sweetly for more. But you’re pinned beneath him with no where to go, no way to demand anything unless he willingly gives it to you.

“Thought you told me to fuck off, sweetheart?” He loves throwing your words back in your face, watching you whimper and shake your head, trying to deny them while you cling to him. And this is where he likes you, struggling to get any footing in edgewise and having to take what he gives you. When he can see all the reason dripping out of your ears and the only thing you can focus on is the feeling he’s giving you.

Request: so i would never want to get pregnant irl but fictional breeding kink just does something to me. that said can you write an ot3 of yandere erasermic + reader where they dont care which one of them is the father but there is going to be a child

I feel ya, that’s the fun of fantasies

Trigger Warning: nswf, dubcon, pregnancy/breeding kink

           As soon as the two of captors got home, you knew what was going to happen. Hizashi was never exactly subtle, especially with the way that he was eyeing you up at the moment, as if he was contemplating whether he could make you scream even louder than he could. But even Aizawa (definitely the more muted of the two) was giving off certain signals, staring at you while fiddling with his scarf, no doubt anxious to tie you to the headboard of the bed they made you share with them. Still, they managed to hold themselves back for a moment, even though a part of you just wished that they would just get it over with. You knew what was coming, after all, and the wait only made you more afraid of the inevitable.

           “Hey!” Hizashi exclaimed. “Looks like our favorite listener waited up for us! Isn’t that a sweet tune, babe?”

           “Yeah,” Aizawa answered, a small part of him worried that you were up so late. But still, he couldn’t deny the thrill it gave him to see you staring at him with wide-eyes while in the pajamas he had bought just for you. “Sorry we’re so late. Emergency call. Hope we didn’t worry you.”

           “I just couldn’t sleep,” you said, not wanting them to think you had actually been concerned about them. But you should have known by now, you supposed, that nothing you said or did could actually reach them. At your words, Hizashi gave an overly bright grin, practically humming with excitement, while Aizawa smiled almost softly, although the lust in his eyes giving him away.

           “Aw, don’t worry doll,” Hizashi replied with uncomfortable eagerness. “We can help ya get to sleep. Can’t we, babe?”

           “Of course,” Aizawa murmured, already taking off his scarf. As he approached you with it in his hands, you clenched your fists but didn’t move. You knew from experience that you had no hope whatsoever of fighting them off. Even if it was just one of them it would have been nearly impossible, but with both pro heroes there was no chance at all. So rather than yell or thrash around as Hizashi slipped your top off or as Aizawa bound your wrists together, lifting them over your head and tying them to the headboard, you simply avoided their eyes. As much as you hated it though, you couldn’t deny the slight tendril of excitement twitching within you, eager for the chance to just be fucked senseless and forget.

           The moment you were securely bound, both Hizashi and Aizawa stepped away from you, beginning to take their own clothes off. They helped each other strip, moving slowly and sensually, both for themselves and for you. Despite everything, you thought begrudgingly as you watched Aizawa kissing his lover’s neck tenderly while Hizashi pulled down his fellow hero’s boxers, you had to admit that both men were extremely attractive. Their years of hero work had granted their muscles clear definition, giving them both a sense of quiet power. Taking just another minute, Aizawa and Hizashi stroked each other a few times, determined to have themselves properly ready for you. Then, the two of them moved forward, Hizashi crawling on top of you so that he straddled your waist while behind him Aizawa tugged your bottoms off almost gently.

           Leaning forward, Hizashi met his lips with yours, at first just brushing them against each other. But the small taste only served to sharpen his hunger, causing him to then grind his mouth against yours with bruising force. Lips heating from the desperate friction, you soon joined in, the heated sensations drawing you away from your present circumstances. Meanwhile, Aizawa began stroking your folds with his calloused fingers, expertly switching from gentle to rough at a moment’s notice. Kneading your cunt harshly with a few of his fingers, he suddenly grazed your clit with one of his remaining free ones, applying just enough pressure to have your hips twitching. The touch was more teasing than anything else, reminding your body of what it wanted while refusing to give it. You could feel Hizashi’s lips grinning against your neck even while he nipped and sucked, moving his hips downward so that his erection was grinding against your entrance. Subconsciously, a whine escaped your throat.

           “I think our sweetheart is making a request,” Hizashi moaned to his boyfriend. “I think it’s bout time to play the top hit, what’d you think?”

           “You’re right,” mumbled Aizawa. “You can start.” Twisting around, Hizashi kissed Aizawa passionately, thanking his lover for letting him go first. You closed your eyes, ready for the both of them to use you until all you could remember was their skin against yours. But as soon as the tip Hizashi’s cock began to nudge its way into you, you realized something.

           “Wait!” you cried out. “What about protection?” Even from the very beginning, when your captors had first brought you to their home, they had never fucked you without a condom. Neither of them answered you at first, instead exchanging a knowing look between themselves, but when you started to squirm away from them, they paused.

           “Well,” Aizawa began, “the two of us were talking earlier… and we know it’s a big step and everything, but we think you’re ready.”

           “Ready for what?” you asked anxiously.

           “Ready to bear our children. We want to have a family with you, see a part of ourselves grow within you.”

           “And we know that you’ll be a great parent,” Hizashi added reassuringly while starting to grind against you once more. “I can imagine you now, belly all swollen, showing the whole world who you belong to.” Aizawa hummed in agreement to that, leaning down to kiss your thighs. You, however, were frozen in shock. You had obviously known that the two of them were insane, but somehow you never imagined them taking things this far.

           “But I don’t want to have your kids!” Once the words left your mouth, you flinched, already anticipating their reaction.

           “Aw, it’s okay to be nervous, sweetheart,” Hizashi said soothingly.

           “But we’ll be with you every step of the way,” Aizawa insisted, something dark flashing in his eyes when he spoke, so that you weren’t sure if he meant that more as a promise or a threat. With the way he now gripped your thighs though, you were fairly sure he was warning you to acquiesce quietly. Recognizing that neither of them would listen even if you did continue to protest, you fell silent. But still, you couldn’t help the tears that began to pool in your eyes. As soon as Aizawa spotted the tears starting to slip down your cheeks, he leaned over towards you (Hizashi making room for him) gently kissing your tears away. His stubble brushed against your skin, bringing even more heat to your face. Dragging his tongue across your cheeks to catch the last of your tears, Aizawa then backed away, letting his lover take charge.

           Hizashi lowered his face down to where yours rested against the headboard, kissing you surprisingly sweetly while driving his cock into you. Even though you were wet, the force of it all still made you whimper in both discomfort and satisfaction at feeling so full. Thrusting in and out of you slowly, Hizashi moaned deeply, already picturing stuffed full with his and Aizawa’s children. That image compelling him to move faster, he ran his hands from your bound wrists, along your arms, down to your stomach, rubbing it tenderly. While he continued to move within you, Aizawa took turns stroking your clit and Hizashi’s cock. Feeling the heat swelling in you, stretching you closer to your breaking point, you arched your back as Hizashi’s length reached even deeper inside of you, twitching fervently. Aizawa, realizing that the two of you were so close to climaxing, quickened his ministrations. Caressing the one part of Hizashi’s dick that wasn’t inside of you with his fingers, he brought his thumb to your clit and massaged it relentlessly. Between that and the way Hizashi was currently pounding into you, it wasn’t long until the heat broke over you, leaving you trembling in its wake. Hizashi soon followed, groaning as he unloaded a mass of his seed into you. Resting his forehead against yours, Hizashi panted in exhaustion, stroking your wrists softly. Arms sore from the way you were tied up, you rolled your shoulders a few times to try to obtain some sort of comfort.

           Once some of your energy had returned to you, you began to back away deeper into the pillows in an attempt to separate yourself from Hizashi. But before you could make much progress, Aizawa was clutching your hips firmly.

           “Not yet,” he told you. “We can’t let any of it go to waste.”

           “He’s right, sweetheart,” Hizashi agreed. “We can’t risk it.”

           “You did incredibly though,” Aizawa murmured, looking at you fondly as he pressed a kiss to his boyfriend’s shoulder. “So take this moment to rest, get your strength back up.”

           “What?” you mumbled, still dazed, the warmth of Hizashi’s cock still inside of you not helping that fact. “Why?”

           “Cause,” Hizashi chuckled, “we can’t just let this be a one-hit wonder. If we want to start a family we can’t just stop after one time.”

           “But why now?”

           “So Shouta can have his chance,” Hizashi explained patiently, “We don’t really care whose seed you end up taking, but it’s only fair for both of us to get an opportunity, dontcha think?” Shutting your eyes tightly, you tried to keep yourself from crying again. You were exhausted, all you wanted to go was crawl under the covers and sleep. And the fact that they were so determined made you realize how small your chances of not getting pregnant were. Before long, you felt Hizashi begin to slide out of you, placing one last kiss on your stomach as he did so. They didn’t give you time to rest though, Aizawa immediately taking Hizashi’s place straddling you.

           Once he had gotten settled into his new position, Aizawa brought his mouth down to your breasts, starting off by kissing them softly. He clearly had more energy than you though, showing it by sucking the sides of your breasts roughly. Eyes still closed, you felt rather than saw when he took your nipple into his mouth, swirling it with his tongue until it hardened. As he worked on your upper body, Hizashi worked on reviving your lower body. Much like Aizawa did the first time, he now caressed your weary but still-wet cunt. Oversensitive and overstimulated, it didn’t take much before you could feel your hips begin to twitch and your cunt begin to pulse again. Too eager to keep waiting, Aizawa took your body’s response at face value, grinding his hardened cock against your entrance no more than a few times before sinking it inside of you. You shrieked as he did, but Aizawa eagerly pressed his lips to yours, slipping in his tongue and swallowing your scream. Twisting your tongue with his, the solemn hero gripped your wrists, squeezing them roughly with each of his thrusts.

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Trigger Warning: nsfw, dubcon

           Shigaraki pulled you through the hallways of your apartment hurriedly, his grip on your wrist painfully tight in his need to keep you from worming away. Such precaution was hardly necessary though, given the consequences you knew would follow if you tried to run away. But still, Shigaraki was anxious and paranoid at even the very best of times, so he wasn’t about to take any chances, especially where you were concerned. Thankfully, none of your neighbors were out in the halls at the moment, most of them surely having already settled in for the night, but that didn’t keep Shigaraki from worrying. Besides, he wasn’t about to ignore a perfectly good opportunity to touch you, even if it was only your wrist. It was still you, after all, still your warm, soft skin that he now brushed with his own. He could even feel the rhythm of your pulse, positively frantic at his touch. Grinning to himself at the sensation, at the knowledge that he had such a profound effect on you, Shigaraki wondered how much faster he might be able to make your heart beat.

           When the two of you finally reached your apartment door, Shigaraki wasted no time in unlocking it, having taken your keys from you earlier. Pushing you in impatiently, Shigaraki shut the door and locked it. But before turning to you, he also made sure to lock the deadbolt as well, though it was fairly difficult with how eagerly his hands were trembling. He could feel you watching him fearfully, no doubt scared of what he would do once the door was finally secure enough for him. Shigaraki could practically taste your fear in that moment, and it tasted just as wonderful as the rest of you did. It only added to his excitement, his avid yearning to explore each and every part of you. So far he had been annoyingly limited by the constant interruptions and need to bring you under his control, but now he would finally be able to take full ownership of you, to take what was right fully his.

           Turning to face you, Shigaraki’s sickly grin grew further when he noticed the way you were trembling. It was obvious that you were trying hard to stay calm, to not show the full extent of your fear, but your earnest effort only made your quiet shaking all the more arousing to your tormentor. In a way, Shigaraki was almost grateful that he had been forced to hold himself back until this moment. Ever since he had broke into your apartment the previous night, you had been going nonstop, trying relentlessly to stay strong and to keep composed. And now, now everything was truly catching up with you. You had been able to hold on until now by telling yourself that if you didn’t, Shigaraki would make sure that other people would pay the price for it. But now that the safety of other people was no longer an immediate factor, your fear was finally able to take center stage.

           “So you’ve made it through level one,” Shigaraki murmured, stepping closer to you. Chewing your lip anxiously, you inched backwards. You were trying to be subtle in your movements, attempting to keep from setting off the man before you, but if his low growl was any indication, even the slightest distance between you two was too much. Abruptly, Shigaraki lunged towards you, seizing you by the waist and pulling you against him. Breathing heavily, he proceeded to bury his face in the crook of your neck.

           “Well?” he rasped, forcing himself to speak despite the growing demands of his body. “Don’t you want to know what the next level is?” Deciding to give you a hint, Shigaraki began nuzzling your neck hungrily, nudging and caressing your skin. At first he merely brushed your neck with his face, enjoying how soft your skin was against his. Soon enough though, his lips brushed your skin, drinking you in. Shigaraki started slow, wanting to savor you, but as the taste of you flooded his veins, his craving grew beyond what little control he possessed. Needing more, he licked and sucked on your neck, drinking in as much of you as possible. He was drowning in you, glutting himself on the scent and taste of warm summer rain. Yet it still was not enough for Shigaraki. He couldn’t be satisfied with simply one part of you, he needed it all. And so, his hand inched towards the hem of your shirt, slipping underneath deftly.

           “Please.”

           At the sound of your whimper, the roaring in Shigaraki’s blood quieted slightly, allowing him to pause. Not entirely sure what you meant, Shigaraki checked to make sure that he had at least one finger on each hand positioned away from you. Confirming that he did, he wondered what exactly you were whining about then. For it hadn’t been a plea for more, that much Shigaraki could tell from a quick glance at your fearful eyes. Sorely tempted to just carry on, the answer came to him suddenly.

           You didn’t want this. You didn’t want him touching you, especially not in this way. It wasn’t exactly a shock to Shigaraki, but truthfully it hadn’t so much as crossed his mind. And why should it? You belonged to him, after all. He owned you. And that meant that your thoughts on the issue weren’t important. With the matter therefore settled, Shigaraki was about to continue his exploration of your body, when suddenly he remembered something. The night he first met you, before you even knew who he was, you had let him massage your injured ankle. And when he did, Shigaraki caused the sweetest little moan to slip out of your mouth. The noise had been intoxicating, worming its way into him and convincing Shigaraki to keep playing with you. He wanted to hear it again. He wanted to hear all of the sounds you could make, wanted you to fall apart beneath him, until all that you knew was him. It was the next step, he realized, in making you understand that you belonged to him. He would show you just how much you needed him.

           “Don’t worry, precious,” Shigaraki purred in your ear. “I’m going to take good care of you.” Tears forming at his words, you realized that nothing you could say or do would stop him. But still, that didn’t keep you from whimpering when his hand resumed its journey underneath your shirt.

           His fingers just barely touching your skin, they grazed your stomach gently, stroking it back and forth. Then, without warning, Shigaraki grabbed your shirt, making sure each finger was touching it. You could only watch as your shirt crumbled beneath his touch, leaving you all the more vulnerable to the man before you. Gazing down at you, Shigaraki felt his length harden. You were just so pretty, he thought to himself. So pure, so soft, so vulnerable. Before even a minute had passed, he made your bra disintegrate too. Shigaraki growled hungrily once it was gone, his thumb immediately brushing over your nipple, his touch soft at first and then bruising in its force. Leaning down, he sucked on your other breast, swirling his tongue over your nipple. Despite yourself, you found your eyes starting to flutter closed. You couldn’t help it, the way Shigaraki kept shifting between gentleness and harshness sent sparks over your flesh and chills through your bones. It was so consuming that you hardly even noticed when he hooked one of your legs around his waist, lifting you up and moving your other leg to the same position so that you were completely wrapped around him. Gripping your thighs tightly, Shigaraki carried you towards your bedroom, sucking on your neck all the while.

           Once the two of you reached your bed, he set you down on the mattress, pausing briefly to take in the sight of you splayed so prettily before him. Your head still swimming at the moment, you could only gaze up at his burning crimson eyes. Roughly, Shigaraki tugged off his shirt, throwing it to the other side of the room without a second thought. Next he pulled off both his pants and his boxers, his hardened dick immediately springing free. The sight of his length, so immense and already dripping precum, reminded you of the truth of what was going on, causing you to try to shift away. Shigaraki noticed though, and he was not pleased. Grasping your hips harshly, he pushed you deeper into the mattress, only loosening his grip when you stilled.

           Certain that you wouldn’t try to get away again, Shigaraki curled his hands around the top of your shorts, this time letting only four of his fingers touch your clothing. This time he wanted to drag your clothing off slowly, watching closely as your shorts slipped down your legs, When they were finally off of you, Shigaraki crawled on top of you, letting his hair cage your face so that all each of you could see was each other. This was exactly how it was meant to be, he thought distantly, with you only able to see him, him being your whole world. You didn’t need anyone else, and he would prove it to you.

           Lowering his lips to yours, Shigaraki kissed you with a fervor you had never before experienced. His mouth melded with yours, the sensation of your lips kneading against his positively burning. Shigaraki’s tongue caressed yours deftly, the taste of him flooding your mouth. More than ready to keep going, Shigaraki brought his hand towards your aching cunt. When he first reached it, he merely rubbed it over your panties, wanting to have you dripping wet before he really got started. Feeling him stroke your still-clothed pussy had you arching your back desperately, your body demanding more friction. A needy whine slipped past your lips, causing Shigaraki to grin hazily. He latched all of his fingers to your panties, ripping them off as soon as they were halfway gone, far too impatient to wait for them to disappear completely.

Growling in satisfaction once they were no longer in the way, Shigaraki plunged a finger between your folds, the sound of your mewl the sweetest he had ever heard. He curled his finger inside of you, and you felt your walls clench around him. Simultaneously, he rubbed his thumb over your clit, tightening your core and sending jolts of pleasure through your body. And when Shigaraki slipped another finger into your soaking cunt, a lustful moan sounded from your throat, more following when his ministrations continued mercilessly. As the heat in your core swelled, you nearly sobbed in both need and shame, resenting the way your body responded so positively to the villain’s touch. But when Shigaraki simultaneously curled his fingers and pinched your clit, you couldn’t help the climax that shattered through you. The pleasure ignited each and every nerve in your body, scorching them so completely that all you could do was to lie back and take it. Shigaraki felt your walls clench around his fingers, felt the way you trembled sweetly beneath him, relishing each moment of it. Refusing to stop, he kept his fingers moving as you climaxed until your pleasure intertwined with pain from your oversensitivity.

Right as your orgasm was beginning to fade, Shigaraki guided his cock into your drenched folds, shuddering at how tight you were for him. You gasped breathlessly when he entered you, cunt still tender and sore, the sensation making your head swim. You felt so full, stuffed completely and utterly by the man above you. And once he began moving, thrusting in and out of you, things only got more overwhelming. The rhythm and feeling of skin against skin was all that you knew, everything else driven from your mind. Shigaraki watched as your eyes glazed over completely, the only expression within them that of blissful lust and need.