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shuckinbeanz · 7 months
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✨SERO HANTA'S MASTERLIST✨
Codex:
❗ = NSFW
💞 = SFW
✨ = Songfic/InspobySong
✨BNHA MAIN MASTERLIST✨
Underage characters are Aged Up! If that’s not your cup of tea, DNI with me/block me, please!
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Tapeboi <3 beneath the cut!
Series:
❗ - gangster!au
Fics/HCs:
Spiderman, spiderman~ Will deliver CAVE P!NK's content when he can~
Smashbox:
❗ - bf deku, choose a + 1
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cyberfreaky · 9 months
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CELLOPHANE ⋆ ˚。⋆୨୧˚ PART I
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༘⋆ PAIRING — olo’eyktan!jake x fem!reader
༘⋆ SUMMARY — in which your taboo infatuation with your olo’eyktan begins to cause problems.
༘⋆ WARNINGS — age gap (32 & 22), mentions of daddy issues, power imbalance, no comfort angst, infidelity, mild violence, alcohol usage, arguing, eventual smut.
༘⋆ NOTES — my first proper series PURRRR i hope y’all enjoy this. updates may be slow since i start back at school soon, but i’ll make time xx this parts kinda boring but i jus wanted to try show the dynamic reader & jake share ??$2&:@/$
MASTERLIST + CELLOPHANE MASTERLIST
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the communal fire burnt brightly, everyone sat around while consuming their supper. you didn’t have much of an appetite, resorting to you sitting in your lonesome and quietly watching your clan with bored eyes. the sounds of chattering and laughter buzzed in your ears, everyone speaking happily amongst themselves about today’s successful mission. your mind was elsewhere — in your own little fantasy you’d created with a certain someone. to the average person, this would seem rather pathetic. but you were wilfully blind.
“not hungry?”
you were swiftly brought out of your thoughts, glancing over your shoulder and noticing your olo’eyktan taking a seat besides you. there was an instant burst of joy that coursed through you - a coy smile painting your face as you shook your head in response. “no, sir. my tummy feels funny.”
“y’know you don’t have to keep calling me sir, right?” jake chuckled at your timid response, giving your side a playful nudge. “just call me jake. sir makes me feel old.”
“sorry. jake.” you apologise quietly, anxiously scratching your forearm.
this nightly ritual of jake visiting you throughout supper had become one of your favourite moments of the day. you were so helplessly smitten with him - your closest friends would joke that it neared an obsession at this point. it was your deepest secret, what was once an innocent crush had blossomed into something forbidden. you were hopelessly in love with your olo'eyktan - and it pained you everyday knowing nothing could ever come of it.
you felt jake's hand rest on your knee, a playful expression on his face. "where do 'ya disappear to in that head of yours?" he smiled warmly, clearly taking notice of how your trance-like state. you brushed it off with a coy smile, shrugging timidly at the question. jake's hand placement was innocent, especially the gentle pats he gave assuringly. "you got a stomach bug or somethin'? could explain the loss of appetite."
"no, it's not that. i'm just a little sad." you admit honestly, a small sigh escaping your lips as you glanced down at the ground.
jake’s face fell at your words. he shifted a little closer, his hand still placed on your bent knee. “what’s wrong?” he asks with a concerned tone, you could hear how genuinely worried he was. jake cared about you - just as he cared for anyone in the clan. but you never saw the blurred line between the two.
you couldn’t admit what you were feeling. there was no chance in hell that you’d ever tell jake what was going through your head. how do you possibly tell your leader that you never stop thinking of him? that his friendly gestures and innocent touches felt like ecstasy to you? that you envied his mate with your entire being? these weren’t regular thoughts. these weren’t normal feelings. even in your own delusional little bubble — you could recognise that these emotions were taboo.
“you can talk to me, kid. y’know that.” jake assured once again, using that bastardly nickname you loathed. kid. was that all he saw you as? you were a grown woman, not some sad pouting child with a tummy ache.
you sighed deeply, trying to form some kind of lie in your head as you gazed at jake. “i’m, uh…i’m not feeling confident with my skills. that’s it. i don’t..um, i still can’t shoot properly.” you try to sound as genuine as possible - hoping that your sullen expression could convince him even further. it was a ridiculous lie, but nothing else came to mind. your aim was impeccable.
jake nodded slowly, his lips soon curling into a small smile. "how about this? tomorrow morning, i'll take ‘ya out for some practice."
you couldn't contain the grin that grew on your face. your little white lie had lead to something even better — alone time with jake. you nodded eagerly at his offer, trying your hardest to suppress the overwhelming excitement you were feeling. "really? you'd do that?"
“course i would, anything to help.” jake says with a warm smile, giving your knee one last squeeze before retracting his hand away. “i’ll swing by your hut after the morning hunt and we’ll go from there. sound good?”
“that sounds amazing. thank you, si-” you pause for a moment, correcting yourself quickly before calling him sir. “jake. thank you, jake.”
jake chuckled in response, giving you a friendly wink before climbing to his feet and bidding you farewell. your eyes followed him as he walked back to his mate, jealously watching him plant a kiss on her cheek. you shook your head, taking a deep breath before remembering that you had tomorrow to be excited for. ‘it’s fine, it’s all fine.’ you’d repeat in your head, appeasing the envious feelings that began to bubble up inside you.
the idea of spending hours alone with jake kept you calm and collected. a giddy smile formed on your lips as your thumb grazed the skin of your knee — already missing jake’s comforting touch against you.
that night in your hut was restless, you couldn’t contain the excitement of seeing jake in the morning. you held your pillow to your chest, sighing in pure ecstasy at the mere thought of spending hours on end with him. it was an incomparable feeling, another chapter to file in your delusional bliss.
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“that’s it. arms straight, no slouchin’. you gotta keep your posture nice and tight.”
jake instructed you from the side, speaking with a stern yet calm tone. you already knew this, this information had been drilled in your head since your were a child. but were more than willing to act a little oblivious for the sake of some alone time with your olo’eyktan.
you followed his instructions, straightening your dominant arm as you firmly held the heavy bow in your hand. you gingerly glanced over your shoulder at jake, purposely hunching your back a little. your eyes quickly darted to the target painted on the distant tree — eagerly awaiting for jake’s reaction to your form.
“c’mon, you can’t shoot an arrow with sloppy posture.” jake says disapprovingly.
you felt him stand directly behind you, one callous hand pressing on your tummy while the other rested on your lower back. a gentle gasp escaped your lips, quiet enough for only you to hear. you held yourself back from keening into his touch, carefully keeping the inch long distance from his body.
“stand straight, hon. ‘ya can’t hunch when shooting, it’ll mess up your aim.” jake whispers solemnly, adjusting your posture with gentle movements. as he straightened your back, you felt him lean in closer to smooth his hands across your shoulders encouragingly. “now, when yr’ready, take your shot.”
you took a deep breath, ignoring the shiver than ran down your spine as you expertly released the string of the bow. bullseye. the arrow roughly pierced the red dot on the tree, perfectly centred and all. a wave of pride engulfed you as you lowered the bow, looking over your shoulder to gauge jake’s reaction.
his eyes were wide, proudly laughing as he suddenly engulfed you from behind. “holy shit!” jake cheered loudly, rocking your body back and forth as he celebrated your shot. you giggled quietly, allowing yourself to lean back against his embrace for a moment. you were caged in his muscular arms as jake continued to praise your aim, almost in disbelief at how incredible it was.
you were in a state of pure euphoria as jake gleefully clung onto you. while this wasn’t the first time he’d hugged you - this was certainly the most endearing. you nearly melted at his constant praises, immediately feeling a warmth fill your cheek as you flushed insanely. you could get used to this feeling.
he spun your around swiftly, gripping your shoulders tightly as he shook you playfully. “how the hell did ‘ya do that? you’re a natural!”
“it wasn’t that great.” you mutter nervously, glancing up at jake with a flustered expression.
“you kiddin’ me? that was incredible.” jake lauded, that signature smile of his making you grin in return. “god, yr’something else, eh?”
your face was flushed as you stare up at jake, unsure of how else to respond to his words. he seemed to take notice of the tinge of mauve on your cheeks, mistaking it for some sort of heat exhaustion. “you feeling hot?” jake pressed his palm against your forehead, the back of his hand soon checking the temperature of your cheek. “let’s go get you cooled off. you’re burning up, kid.”
these small revelations always pained you. no matter how much you proved yourself to jake, he’d always see you as a bashful, little girl. you couldn’t even enjoy the walk back to camp as he kept his arm snaked around your shoulder — you knew it was all for the sake of protecting you. caring for you. and not in the way you wanted him to.
there had to be some way to show jake you were more than some injured lamb. and even if it meant risking your relationship with him entirely — it would be a leap worth taking. you refused to live with the heavy burden of your feelings anymore.
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TAGLIST (i’m tagging those who asked on the masterlist post! if you want to be added, lmk eee)
@wh0rezs @neteyamsb1tch @touchedflowers @rosesinthemoonlightxx @sadredflower0000
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bakubunny · 6 months
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hanta is the type of man to fuck you full of cum and lick that creampie right out of you while you moan, unsure if his gentle fingers on your clit and his tongue deep inside you immediately after you came is too much or if it’s fucking divine. but he’s got a tight grip on your thighs, so does it really matter? he’s already said you’re not going anywhere until you cum at least two more times.
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cefni · 9 months
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Smut Alphabet H.A.N.T.A
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Characters: Hanta Sero
Last Proofread: June 28, 2023
Concept: Smut alphabet with Sero.
Warnings: Discussion of pubic hair, discussion of being tied up, discussion of use of sex toys, discussions of orgal sex with female recieving.
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H - Hair:
Sero is a man that is not exactly into his physical appearance, but still makes an effort to keep everything well maintained. Just as dark as the ahir on his head, his pubes match the same color. He keeps them rather neat and tidy, making sure to put a little bit of extra effort into them if he's going out on a date that might go well.
A - Aftercare:
Hanta is rather tender and soft when it comes to aftercare. No matter how rough your sex was, he'll turn into a soft and gentle lover right afterwards. His kisses will become gentle as he lets his hands gently graze across your skin. If he didn't use a condom, of course he'll give you a towel or his shirt to keep you from dripping your way to the bathroom. From there, it'll all depend on what you woud want.
N - No:
As much as he has tried in the past, he is just not into degradation or being degraded in bed. Perhaps it's because he's a little too much of a lover and prefers to focus on the positive happening between you two. He's just more of a lover and would rather have you both feeling good.
T - Toy:
While Hanta isn't a big fan of toys for himself, he is open to using toys on you or watching you use toys on youserlf. He's definatley a fan of enjoying the show if you're willing to put one on for him. He also likes to use them when he ties you up, using one of your bullets or vibrators on you to tease you with.
A - Aftercare:
Coming back to after you 'dropped the kids off at the pool', Sero would clean himself up and then be all about you. What ever you wanted, he'll be there. Want to shower together, he's right there and already has it ready for you. Want a good cuddle session, he'll be the best as he molds himself to you. Whatever you want, he'll be there to give it to you.
S - Stamina:
Hanta's sex drive is likely a little lower than some of his friends, but that doesn't mean that he's not having sex at all. This lover boy has the stamina to keep you both going for at least two or three rounds in a day. Though he does require a little bit of a recovery time in between his orgasms.
E - Experience:
He's not likely to be as experienced as some of his more popular friends or his friends that like to be more adventurous in bed. However, that doesn't stop him from rocking your world in bed. It's clear when he has your front pressed against the window, pulling your hair back in one free hand, while the other keeps you steady so he can rail you that he knows what he doing.
R - Risk:
Sero is about average when it comes to whether or not he takes risks. He's not as likely as some of his friends to take someone home for a one night stand, but he's also one that would at the same time if he felt it. He's also one to always take a person at their word when it comes to their birth control and even then, if he doesn't know them really well, will still likely use a condom.
O - Oral:
Hanta loves eating pussy the same way that a fat kid loves cake. He absolutely loves to have you sitting on his face and being smothered with your pussy as he eats it. He'll wrap his arms around your thighs and hold you to his face as you grind your hips across him. He's in heaven. Only coming up for air at the very last moment.
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crimsonredfeathers · 2 months
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Imagine helping your fellow students of class 1-A to decorate the common area of the dorms for a birthday party. While you're standing on a ladder, you call your boyfriend over. "Hanta, I need your help!" He, of course, is there in a split second, his mind already going through a few options for which reason you might need him. Maybe you were too short to hang the paper chain up high enough? Or did you come across an extra heavy box filled with party decorations that you would need up there? But when you showed Hanta an empty roll in your hand, it dawned on him. "I need more tape."
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adminbryantsaki · 6 months
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Paprika
Sero Hanta X Reader.
Day 1
How to say good morning.
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(I do not own Sero Hanta. Horikoshi Kohei does . Any of the students are aged up to college age/adults. This story belongs to my 2023 Spice-tober collection. I hope you enjoy. If this story isn’t your cup of tea, blend of spices, or brew of coffee move on. Reader discretion is advised.)
TW: Mostly fluff, mornings.
WC: 492
 You were fast asleep until the loud beeping of your alarm disturbed you slumber. You smacked the snooze button and rolled over and woke up a little to see your boyfriend sit up and stretch. You crawled over and propped yourself up to wrap your arms around him as the warm autumn sun glowed through the blinds of the window.
“Good morning, Y/n. I bet your still sleepy, how about I make you your coffee and ring it to you? Hm?” He asked you and moved his arm so he could hold you close. You had to be careful of the tape dispensers on his elbows because they had special ridges to cut the tape that he created from them.  Your boyfriend was a Cellophane: The Taping Hero. You reached up to kiss him gently before he went to make your coffee. He kissed you back and stood from the bed and walked out of the bedroom. You rolled back into your spot on the bed and got cozy back under the covers.
A few minutes later, Sero came back into the bedroom holding a mug with hot coffee in it and he placed it on your nightstand. He bent over to pull the blanket back and kiss your head.
“Sweetheart, coffee is here. I made your favorite.” He spoke and you opened an eye to him and he chuckled. You sat up, still cozy in the blanket, and took the mug from the nightstand and began to drink the warm, energizing beverage as Sero went to shower, change into his uniform, and get ready for work.
After you drank your coffee, you emerged from the safety of the blanket and started your day.
You were getting dressed when Sero exited the bathroom and walked over to you, giving you a hug from behind.
“Why don’t we stay home and cuddle in bed?” You asked.
“I have the world to keep safe and you have your job as well to do.” He told you and kissed your neck.
“Ugh, fine.” You spoke exasperated.
“I have an idea. You get back under the covers and get cozy for a little longer while I make us my famous egg and bacon sandwiches?” He offered. You hummed and agreed to the idea. He kissed your cheek and left you to go start on breakfast. You went back under your covers and got cozy while you waited for food.
Man, you loved waking up like this.
The end.
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Honestly Sero is such a good character I really wish they had done more with him.
It makes me so happy when I see the fandom appreciating and loving him <3
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xxshadowbabexx · 2 months
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MHA Kinktober #1
Day three: Sero x Denki x m!reader
WARNINGS: threesome, top Sero, bottom Denki, switch reader, overstimulation, crying, rimming, multiple orgasms, Denki is dating both you and Sero, but you and Sero are not dating.
Bondage. That, was new. 
You and Hanta weren’t entirely surprised when your lovely, shared boyfriend suggested the idea. Both of you were aware of how much he enjoyed being submissive and under his parters control. What did surprise you, however, was that Denki wanted both you and Hanta to try it with him. 
See, you and Hanta were both dating Denki, but you weren’t dating each other. You were both friends, sure, but this? This was something different entirely. 
You were nervous, scared that you wouldn’t preform as good as Hanta, or that you would feel jealous of how he commanded Denki’s body. The other part of you was excited. Excited to see how fucked out Denki would get from the both of you. Excited to see your pretty boy all tied up for you. Or rather, you and Hanta. 
As it was, you were almost to Denki’s apartment, where Hanta had arrived thirty minutes prior to get him tied up for the two of you, although he promised the play would not start until you showed. God, you had a semihard just thinking about it. 
Reaching his apartment, you unlocked the door with the key Denki had given you for your sixth month anniversary, and let yourself in. His living room was as cluttered as always, and you made a mental note to chastise him for it later as you made your way to his bedroom. Once in the bedroom your jaw dropped, nearly to the floor. If you had a semi before, your dick was now hard enough to be registered as a weapon. 
Denki was on the bed, face down ass up, with his arms tied behind his back, thighs tied apart, and the black rope was tied in decorative knots all down his spine. 
He looked like sin. 
You wanted to eat him. 
As much as you wanted to ram your cock into his tight little hole and make him cry, you knew that you couldn’t be that selfish, and turned to Hanta. 
“So, where should we start?”
He got a wicked grin and laughed “Honestly, I wanna use his mouth right about now, you can do whatever.”
You smiled as Hanta pulled his cock from the confinements of his jeans and grabbed Denkis jaw. It’s time for a fucking meal. 
You perched yourself on your knees behind Denki’s ass, just observing at first. You let your eyes wander over the golden freckles that littered his body, which hardly anyone knew about since he had the least on his face. You admired the curve of his supple ass, and then his pretty hole which you loved to abuse. 
You licked your lips as Denki wiggled his hips in anticipation. You knew that if his mouth was free he’d be whining and asking you to ‘please hurry the fuck up’. Smiling, you leaned forward and pressed soft kisses onto the swell of his ass, lightly nibbling the fat before turning your attention to his hole. 
You used your hands to spread his ass cheeks, giving you a better view before diving in. 
You loved eating him out, you really did. His soft skin felt heavenly between your teeth and his taste was so sweet, but more importantly you loved how he squirmed. How he needed more as your tongue worked its way inside him. Needed more as one of your hands kneaded his ass and the other stroked his dripping-pre-cum cock slowly. 
You loved how he moved, jerking into your hand before grinding down on your face. You moaned, and heard him choking on Hantas cock. 
As much as you didn’t want to, you pulled back. You smiled contentedly to yourself as you watched your spit pool on his hole and dribble out. Spanking him, you stood up and pulled your cock out of your sweatpants. Lining yourself up, you pushed yourself in to the hilt in one swift motion. His velvety walls gripped your cock like a vice and it felt oh so sweet. You could hear Denki’s muffled moans from you and Hanta filling his holes heavenly. You and Hanta shared a knowing smirk, Denki was about to break. 
He clenched magnificently around your cock as he came, shooting ribbons of white hot cum all over his mattress. The feeling of him tightening around you, and knowing you made someone you loved so dearly feel good had you groaning out. 
All you could focus on was pounding in and out of him. 
God, he was such a fucktoy. A literal living fleshlight. But you were torn from your thoughts with Hanta moaning your name. 
You turned to look at him, and the sight was beautiful. Shirtless and sweaty, moaning in pleasure with his jeans pulled down enough to allow him to fuck Denki’s mouth. 
Without warning, Hanta leaned in and captured your lips in a searing kiss. Your lips locked and fought for dominance, both used to Denki easily submitting to you. Hanta tasted tangy and fresh on your tongue. Fucking delicious. 
You moaned into the kiss as you felt your balls tighten, shooting seed into Denki’s ass. When Hanta moaned back into your mouth, you knew he was cumming too. 
You both kept kissing as your hips slowly stilled and your cocks pulled out of Denki’s well used holes, causing both of your seed to spill out of him in generous amounts. But neither of you were done yet. 
You and Hanta shared a look, nodding, before you stripped completely and laud belly-up on the bed. Hanta used his muscular arms to pick Denki up, and place him on top of you, inserting Denki’s dick into your hole, your cock rubbing against his abdomen. Lastly, Hanta lined himself up with Denki’s hole, inserting himself in. 
Hanta took a moment to adjust, before he started thrusting into Denki, in turn causing Denki to thrust into you. You all moaned together as the position stimulated all of you perfectly. 
Denki was near tears from the overstimulation. It was so perfect, and he couldn’t handle it. He loved the feeling of Hantas thick cock stuffing him, and the feeling of your walls squeezing him oh so right. 
You wanted to hear Denki’s pretty cried, but he looked so pretty now, and you couldn’t stop yourself from kissing him. 
Denki’s cock slammed against your prostate in an absolutely sinful fashion. You knew that there was no way you were lasting in this position. Thankfully, it looked as though Hanta and Denki were both teetering on the edge too. 
It was a chorus of moans and strings of vulgar words and the three of you came simultaneously. But Hanta wasn’t fucking stopping. He kept thrusting with that same brutal pace, pulling orgasm upon orgasm out of both you and Denki, until Denki had tears flowing beautifully down his face, and you could barely whimper his name. 
Drawing one last orgasm from the three of you, Hanta slowed his pace until he eventually pulled out. 
“Why the fuck didn’t we do that sooner?”
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BNHA CHARACTERS AS TEXTS BETWEEN MY BESTIE AND I - BAKUSQUAD EDITION
KATSUKI BAKUGO
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EJIROU KIRISHIMA
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MINA ASHIDO
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DENKI KAMINARI
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HANTA SERO
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(^talking ab Bakugo)
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livvyisb0red · 1 year
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Best friend Sero. Best. Friend. Sero.
Like literally imagine you two being the platonic besties where you can just lay your head on each others shoulders whenever. Or the sleepovers you two would have, not caring about sharing the bed. The hugs, the pranks, the laughs. The ideal best friend right there.
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shxtodxroki · 1 year
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Hanta Sero Masterlist
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Here is where you will find all of my writing for Sero! I hope you enjoy, and if you like these feel free to drop a request in my inbox at any time! <3
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♡ Headcanons ♡
- MHA Characters As Your Secret Admirer (2k)
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helloyukooo · 2 years
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lucky stars // sero hanta x male!reader ☁︎·̩͙
- warnings: uncensored swearing
- fluff
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it was getting pretty late at night, maybe around 11:26pm? you didnt know. you and your best friend, sero hanta, snuck out onto the school rooftop. you two werent even in proper clothes, just in pajamas. he sat on the ground cross-legged whilst you sat next him, bringing your knees up to your chest and resting on them.
it was calm and peaceful. staring at the city below you while the wind blows through both of your guys’ hair. you enjoyed moments like this with your best friend, so much so you were falling inlove. but... why would someone as cool as sero like you back? surely he wouldnt...right?
“ this is nice “ you said calmly, changing ur position to sit cross-legged like the boy next to you. “ yeah, yeah it honestly is! “ your crush agreed, looking at you.
you two stared at each other for what felt like an eternity before the black haired boy broke the comfortable silence. “ you know... i think- i think im inlove with you. “ he said softly.
your heart was warm as you told him you loved him too. it was almost like you could see your lucky stars aligning.
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pandajaye · 1 year
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With love, Eijirou
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Characters: Pro Hero!Red Riot (Eijirou Kirishima) x OC!LaNetta Date, Pro Hero!Dynamight (Katsuki Bakugo), my bestie’s amazing OC Pro Hero!Menti (London Bakugo), Pro Hero!Chargebolt (Denki Kaminari), Pro Hero!Cellophane (Hanta Sero)
Fandom: My Hero Academia/Boku No Hero Academia
Warnings: verbal online harassment
A/N: I can’t believe I’m stepping away from Enji with this…. BUT HE’LL ALWAYS BE THE MAJORITY OF MY FICS I SWEAR!!!!
Also a special thanks to my lovely friend Shuna for always being there for me and helping me create our wonderful world together. I love you so much.
In this day and age, heroes are very respectable people. They go out and risk their lives for others when evil decides to step out of the shadows. Some of those amazing people came out of the UA High School's hero course a few years ago and the world has been a brighter place ever since. There are still a few bumps in the road every now and then but for the most part, everyone is living in harmony. Heroes have even found enough time to settle down and find significant others.
Significant others like LaNetta, the fiancée to Unbreakable Pro Hero, Red Riot!! Or sometimes known as Eijirou, Kirishima, or even still Shitty Hair by his best friend of many years, Katsuki. They still enjoyed patrolling town together from time to time. Civilians are always so excited to meet them, running up and asking for pictures or autographs. They love the attention most of the time. Especially since Eijirou was like a world wonder with how big he had grown since high school. “How tall are ya, Red Riot?”, a young citizen would ask him. He'd always respond the same way. “Seven feet and two inches, thanks to my veggies and working out!” When the citizen would get disappointed he’d add on, “But don’t worry. A little ramen and takoyaki every now and then won’t hurt ya.” with a wink, making them smile. The people love him a lot. He’s so kind-hearted and gentle and never lets his battles with big bad jerks change him.
That sweetness of his comes out with his loved ones the most. Always helps Netta out around the house and makes sure she knows how grateful he is to have her, she does the same for him. They met three years ago when a villain tried to make off with her purse. Kiri handled the situation immediately with light work. When their hands touched as he was handing the purse back to her, they both immediately felt a spark of some kind. It was wonderful. The connection deepened when his beautiful red eyes met her gorgeous brown eyes. He was usually brave but she made his knees weak and his forehead sweat. No matter, he couldn't leave without asking out this gorgeous woman he'd been lucky enough to meet that day. It would be like trying to hit a bullseye blindfolded with a bow and arrow, but still, he did shoot his shot with the help of a very nervous look on his face and a flower he quickly bought from the small florist’s business they were standing In front of.
“U-Umm…. H-Hi…. M-My name is… Um… My name is…. Uhhhhh…” “Red Riot?” LaNetta helped, “Huh? Oh yeah! YEAH! My name’s Red Riot!” You know that look a puppy gets in his eyes when he’s happy and his tail is wagging? Imagine that look on Kiri. Cute, right? “I’m Unbreakable hero Red Riot! But you can call me, Eijirou Kirishima. Or… y’know… later tonight so we can get to know each other better.” LaNetta couldn’t help but giggle at his flirtation. “That was smooth, Red Riot. And cute! Especially the forgetting your name part. Here’s my number, let's do our numbers now before you forget, okay?” She took her phone out of her purse and asked for his own phone so they could do a quick exchange. “I’ll text ya later and if you’re free, we can definitely get to know each other better.” Eijirou nodded with excitement. “Heck yeah! I gotta take this thief to the authorities but I hope we’ll see each other again real soon. Text ya later! Bye!” Netta watched happily as her hero left with the criminal that tried to steal her purse.
That was the last time she saw the thief, but not the last that she saw Red Riot. Now, she saw him daily for the most part. Unless he was on a mission and couldn't quickly come home and take a break. Even then, they kept up communication when they could. She was always waiting back at their home for him with open arms and his favorite meals. His favorite meals were a part of many important things she had memorized about him. She knew his favorite music and movies and how to help him relax after a long day at work. He knew all the same things for her, too.
Netta may not have a quirk of her own, but she does have a successful career that allows her to work from home most of the time. While Eijirou is away at work fighting for just and saving Japan from villains, she's at home doing the same. Except these villains are fictional and in video games, but she does fight live. For a while now, Netta's income has been rolling in from her job as a live streamer. The number of views wasn't so hot at first. She did learn that being in a relationship with one of the top five heroes of Japan brought in a lot of positive... and negative attention.
It wasn't too often, nor rare Netta would notice a lot of weird or negative comments in the chat of her live streams. A few men in her live chat would make her uncomfortable and say things about her looks. 'You'd get more views being topless sweetheart, just sayin' ;)' or 'That's a face I'd want in my lap' It gave her an icky feeling and would sometimes get the best of her emotions and make her upset to the point she'd end the stream early. Other men would argue about how girls suck at video games, the usual dumb trolls. On the other side, other women would bring negative vibes to her streams. It was a little harder to ignore ladies also making fun of how different she looked and saying she didn't deserve to be with Kiri and that he belonged to them or would soon leave her for them. Some would even ask her to tell him the flirts they'd post.
Sometimes, Eijirou would join her while she streamed. They would entertain themselves with multiplayer games together. He was aware of the haters and trolls and would deliberately place himself closer to the camera and kiss her each time they had a small break or victory. "I know it's hard, but you can't let those meanies get to you, babe. I love you so much, and if they can't accept that, they're more bonkers than a Mortal Kombat character that got their brain knocked out of their head. Y'know?" She chuckled as he gave her head pats and a kiss. "To all of you haters and trolls out there, leave my sweet nerd alone! I'm not too good for her. It's completely the opposite! Every day I have the opportunity to wake up with her in my arms is a blessing that I wouldn't trade for the world. I LOVE MY BEAUTIFUL GAMER GIRLFRIEND!" He accidentally hyped himself up too much, making Netta blush. "Oh goodness, Ei." She smiled, hiding her face in her hands to hide her being flustered.
That was just how Kirishima was. He was obsessed with her from the first day he met her. Little did he know, they had been around each other already. It wasn't until after they'd started dating that he discovered that they actually went to UA high school at the same time! While Kiri was enrolled in the school's Hero course, LaNetta was in the General Education course. The first time she noticed him was at the UA Sports Festival. His bright red spiky hair and super amazing quirk caught her attention. She still remembers hoping he'd beat that Tetsutetsu guy in their first fight where they knocked each other out. She also remembers when they had their second battle and how flustered and excited she got when he finally beat Tetsu. It's still one of the coolest memories she has of high school. Another time she got to see him in action was at the UA school festival. For a brief moment, it felt like he looked at her while dancing on stage with class 1-A but she never really allowed herself to hold onto her hope since there were a lot of girls around her at the time.
Whether or not he had been looking at her then, he was definitely looking at her now. How she stayed cool while he was nervous the first time they met is still a mystery. Usually, she was the anxious one. But the moment felt so correct, so right. Maybe because there was no reason to be anxious. What happened was supposed to and that's why she felt so comfortable back then. Now she's exactly where she's supposed to be and it's more than satisfying. It's constantly relieving to be in such a loving environment. Netta didn't really have friends when she was growing up, but now she had some pretty cool ones. They were Kiri's friends first but when she learned that they accepted her, she was ecstatic. Katsuki, London, Kaminari, and Sero are all wonderful people whom she constantly feels grateful for getting the opportunity of meeting. Kiri's heart felt warm and full when they expressed their approval of LaNetta. He still remembers talking to the guys when they met for drinks the day after.
*****
"She's just so sweet and kind and nice and adorable and oh my god those thiiiighs. Aw man... those things feel soooo goood. Y'know?" Kiri's sweet words were slurred but cute. "And get this... SHE WAS AT UA AT THE SAME TIME AS US! What?!" Kaminari and Sero looked at each other before laughing at him. "Dude. We know." Sero rubbed his giant drunk friend's back. "We know." Eijirou sat up and glared at them. "How the *hic* hell? What do you mean you know?" Kaminari pretended to be offended by his words. "Maybe because I ALWAYS spot the cuties before you do. It was hard to not notice how every time we saw her she'd be looking at you."
The world around them froze, or so it seemed. Did he hear that correctly? She was always looking at him? Wow. It definitely must have been fate that they found each other. She liked him before he even knew her. "So she's really been in my corner forever? Wow. Heyyy, wait! How come you never told me about her? I could've talked to her and we could've been *hic* high school sweethearts!" Denki shrugged. "I don't know. You didn't really give off "I want a girlfriend" vibes. Like you were more focused on school and being manly so we just didn't mention it." They had a point, he was focused on school a lot. And being manly. Katsuki chimed in next. "I didn't say anything because I was too busy to care." Sero chuckled and elbowed Denki. "Or was it because he was too busy getting his butt kicked by London?" In classic Katsuki fashion, Katsuki dragged his thumb across his neck to non-verbally threaten them.
"I guess you're right. Doesn't matter now anyway. I love her so much. She's the one. I know it. I-*hic* I-I don't know how I know it. But I do. There's something about her that just feels like... like...-" "Like when you're putting one of those cool fruit-themed wooden puzzles together in the doctor's office and the orange slides in its space real easy?" Kirishima, Sero, and Katsuki stared at him, saying enough with their looks and brief silence. "Yeah, dude. Just like that. Anyways... I'm just really grateful to know that everything worked out for us. Let's do a fuckin' toast or *hic* somethin'." The gentlemen all raised the beers they'd been drinking. "To true love! May I gather the courage to one day propose to LaNetta." "Cheers!" The necks of the bottles chimed beautifully together.
*****
That was over two years ago. Eijirou and LaNetta's relationship has grown so much since then. He realized for himself that he really did want to marry her as he lay in bed next to her that night. And now he was even more sure of it now. With Katsuki's help, he was able to come up with a sweet little proposal plan that he knew she would enjoy. It wasn't too small, and it wasn't too big and extra. Just nice and personal to them. It all started with a special breakfast for his love. Netta had a long night streaming, causing her to go to bed late. The game she was playing was sort of difficult and she kept having to retry over and over again. It lasted all the way to three in the morning before she finally decided to give up. She hated having to throw in the towel on games so Kiri stayed up to comfort her with cuddles and kisses. Since she stayed up so late, she would also sleep in, which gave him some time to cook her favorite breakfast. Waffles with fresh sliced strawberries and blueberries mixed in with whipped cream to put on top, some cheesy scrambled eggs and bacon paired with a small serving of rice and orange juice for his sweet girl who loves her vitamin C. Before he started on breakfast, he had set out her favorite fluffy pink bedroom slippers and one of his hoodies to wear on top of her pajamas. A sticky note was attached to it with a little heart around the words 'Good morning, love ya!'.
"Aww, that's cute." She smiled at the note when a scent turned her to sniffing the air. The smell of Kiri's cooking made her heart flutter. They both knew how to cook well so they'd take turns, some mornings they'd cook together. Cooking with a few kisses in the mix was the best way to make breakfast. Slippers on her feet and hoodie keeping her warm and cozy, she stepped into the kitchen and saw the breakfast he had made for her. The grin that grew on her face couldn't be stopped from appearing. "Eijirou Kirishima, why are you so good to me? I feel so lucky." Kiri smiled at his girlfriend and sat her plate down on the table for her. "I'm good to you because I love you and you deserve the best. Take a seat before your food gets cold, babe." She followed his directions and took a few bites. "Oh man, Kiri, you are so amazing. Handsome, sweet as can be, and a chef, literally every girl's dream." He laughed and kissed her cheek, sitting next to her with a plate he made for himself. "Yeah but I only wanna be one girl's dream. Yours. And that's it." Netta blushed at his words, his love was never unexpected but it still always gave her such a good feeling deep inside. "Awwwww! I love you, Mountain Man!" She scooted closer and kissed his cheek this time before she continued eating. He wrapped an arm around her for a little side hug. "I love you, too, Gamer Girl."
They finished their breakfast and decided to spend some time cuddling on the couch. "Not to interrupt this sweet moment but I just wanna let you know that I'm proud of you no matter what. I know last night was rough with that crazy difficult game.” He rubbed Netta’s back and kissed the top of her head. “I can imagine that it must've been so annoying and I know how much you hate having to give up for the time being but I also know you’ll do so much better when you get back to it. You’re always so strong and smart, whether you notice it or not. I do notice it. And I’m so very proud of every little and big victory that you have.”
Netta sat up from laying on her boyfriend and looked over her boyfriend's face. “Why are you being so sweet today? What’s going on? What are you planning?” She asked, making Kiri smirk. He shrugged and looked away from her. “Nothing. Just being sweet to be sweet cause I love you so much. And... maybe... I have a little something planned for later." Netta guided Eijirou's face back towards hers. "Babe? What do you have planned? Tell meeeee!" She whined. No, she didn't care how whining as an adult made her look, he'd still love her so it's okay. "Nothing fancy. I just invited our friends over. That's it, I swear. Everyone was available so I thought it would be fun to have like a little potluck thing. Is that okay with you?" She rolled her eyes. "Of course, it's okay, Kiri. It does sound like a lot of fun." That made him smile. His plan was off to a great start. "Awesome, baby. I'm about to head out in a little bit. Kats and I are going grocery shopping together and he'll be here in a few minutes. What do you want us to make for dinner?" Netta took a second to think about it first before coming up with an idea. "How about.... teriyaki yakitori skewers smothered in sauce? Sound good?" Kirishima loved Netta's yakitori skewers. She always gave him more meat than veggies on his skewers and for that, he adored her. "Sounds beautiful, babe! I love you so much." He held her face and gave her a fun and sloppy kiss. "Aww, I love you, too, Kiri-Bear!"
It wasn't long before Katsuki showed up and he and Eijirou headed off to the store. While they were gone, Netta used this free time to get in a little nap and then clean the house before everyone showed up. Little did she know, Kiri was on a mission slightly more important than just grocery shopping. "I know it's normal but I hate being so nervous about this. What if she says no and hates me forever?" Katsuki almost smacked his blockheaded friend in the back of the head with the lettuce he was holding. "Shitty hair, you're a fucking idiot. Netta's crazy about you, no matter how bad you stink from the gym." Kats' comment made Kiri try to sneak a smell of himself but he was all good. "The way you look at her with so much love in your eyes is exactly how she looks up at your gigantic ass. That girl probably dreams about you. You're meant to be together. We all know it and we all see it. Don't be nervous. Have you started the letter yet?" Kiri shrugged and looked away. "Well.... not yet. But I promise I will. I have an idea for all that I want to write. My heart will do the rest." Kats rolled his eyes. "Oi oi oi, so cheesy. I know she's gonna love whatever you write to her since you two are meant to be. Now let's hurry up and get out of here. We have a few more stops to make." They got the rest of what they needed from the grocery store successfully and headed out with a purpose.
When Kiri got back home from the store, Netta had cleaned up pretty nicely. Even lit a nice cherry blossom-scented candle. "Hi, honey! How was shopping? You guys were gone for a good while." They exchanged a small kiss as Netta grabbed some of the groceries from his hands. "Yeah, sorry, it was packed in there. And a sweet older woman was taking some time counting her change but we didn't wanna be rude so we just politely waited." That made Netta smile and her heart sing. She loved how kind and patient he could be with not only her but those he doesn't even know personally. "Awww, my big, polite boyfriend. How nice of you!" A blush grew across Eijirou's face. He loved hearing compliments from her. Her praise always means a lot to him and he absolutely adores it all. It gave him a confidence boost that was satisfying and long-lasting and raised his self-esteem. "Heh. That's me. Anyways, everyone will be here after a while, so let's get cooking. Shall we, m'lady?" Kiri bowed like a respectful prince and held his hand out, Netta curtsied in response. "We shall, my sweet Prince." They strolled to the kitchen, already prepared to cook in harmony. An indicator that the food would be filled with love. Very fitting for the night.
It wasn't a complicated dish at all which they would balance with making it with quality. They tasted things together and gave each other advice on how to improve on something. Netta made a small mistake on something but Kiri comforted her and kept her on track. Sometimes she overthinks her mistakes and gets so ready to call them failures when they're simple fixes. Her anxiety starts but Kiri manages to extinguish it before it gets the best of her. She appreciates his big loving self so very much. There was a knock on the door just as Netta was adding another layer of sauce to the skewers. "Kiri-Bear, could you-" "Got it, babe!" He beat her to her question. When he opened the door, both parties had made it and were just on time. "Hey, Bomb Squad!" Kiri greeted the Bakugos first. "Hey, Kiri!" London waved, jumping up to hug him. He missed her earlier when he and Kats were shopping but he was happy that his bestie was here now. "Hey, Lon. Ooh, you smell good." Kiri observed before setting her back down so she could stand. "It's a new vanilla scent that Kats bought me. Isn't that right, Pumpkin?" She smiled as Katsuki bent down for her to hold his face and kiss him. "Damn right, baby. I'll do anything for my wife." Katsuki winked at Kirishima who got nervous all over again thinking about what would happen tonight. Since Kats was carrying the Bakugos' dish, he only carefully bumped shoulders with Kirishima. "It's okay. You got this." He whispered before heading into the kitchen to greet Netta who London had already beaten him to.
"Yo! Eijirou!" Hanta's voice brought Kiri out of his nervous thoughts. "Yo! Sero! Can I help you with that?" His good buddy was carrying a pretty heavy-looking pot and it would be a disaster if he dropped it. "No thanks, bro. I got it. It looks heavy but it's not really. I appreciate the offer though. Should I put it in the kitchen?" "Yep! Netta's in there with Lon and Kats. She'll show you where to put it." "Roger that!" Sero replied, making his way to the kitchen. "Oh! And Denki's coming in behind me! We carpooled but he's taking forever to get out of the car." Just as Kiri looked back at the door from looking at Sero, Denki was coming in with his dish. "Hey, I heard that, Tape Boy! Dumb meanie." Denki pouted while walking in. "Hello to you, too, Kami." Kiri chuckled, closing the door behind him. Kami's voice slowly decrescendoed to a whisper. "Hey, man. You aren't nervous about tonight, are you? I am." Eijirou's head tilted in confusion. "Um... why would you be nervous exactly?" Denki looked up at his big red friend and shrugged. "You know... I'm not really sure. Good luck man." He nodded, turning around to join the others in the kitchen. Kiri sighed. "Thanks, man. Really made it so much better." He stated sarcastically. He took a deep breath and headed to the kitchen with the others.
LaNetta, London, and Kaminari set the table while Eijirou and Katsuki prepared to set the dishes out on the table once the first group was done. When dinner started, the table was decorated with not only good food but with good friends. There were updates from each other's personal and daily lives. Funny stories like one London told about how Katsuki fell asleep with a green face mask on. "And y'all... oh my goodness. He wakes up, goes in the bathroom, and scares himself!" The table erupted in laughter imagining Katsuki's brief panic. "He really forgot he had it on, huh?" Sero asked. "Yes! I guess he didn't feel it and all of a sudden he sees the boogeyman in the mirror. I got to see it cause I was just passing by the door and it was perfect timing. And I mean PERFECT! You guys should have been there!" Everyone laughed again. Kiri couldn't help but look at Netta while they laughed. She always looked so beautiful with so much joy on her face. She looks... awesome. He looked down at the table as his laugh slowed but noticed his heart rate picked up. Now. Now was the time to do it. When he looked up, Katsuki was looking right at him, he caught the hint in Kiri's eyes and gave him a nod of reassurance, Kiri returned it before activating Operation: Proposal.
"Ahem. Hey, Net'." Eijirou tapped LaNetta's arm to get her attention. "Yeah, babe?" Netta leaned in close to listen to him. "Do you think you could bring me some water from the fridge, please? My throat's a little dry." He cleared his throat again to add to his act. "Oh yeah, sure, babe. I'll be right back." "Thank you, sweetie. I appreciate you." Kiri kissed her cheek before she got up. "Of course, baby. You know I always got you." Netta smiled at him again before leaving and he felt his heart thump again. Just like it did when he watched her laugh. Oblivious little LaNetta hummed as she went to the fridge and got out a bottle of water for her Kiri-Bear. When she came back, she completely froze. Everyone in the room was looking at her. Most importantly, Eijirou Kirishima was down on one knee and holding something behind his back and a letter in the other hand in front of him. "E-Ei? What-... Baby, what is this?" Netta's voice had gone soft and quiet. Kiri swallowed and closed his eyes, taking a deep breath.
"LaNetta Date... I never expected to be in this position. It isn't something that I really ever used to think about to be honest, y'know? Being a hero, that's what the hype was... for me... a-at first. Like back in school and a little bit after I graduated. Uh... anyway. Somewhere along the line, I realized something. Something important. And that is..." Eijirou had no idea that he had teared up, unaware of the tears rolling down his face. "Love. I realized that love... means a whole hell of a lot more to me than being a hero. And of course, I love my friends and family and such but I'm talking about a different kind of love. Not friendship love, though you are my best friend. Not family love, though I'd love to eventually have one with you. But the type of love that... I don't even think I can explain. That's just how big it is actually. That's how much this means to me." He sniffled this time. "That's how much you mean to me. I can't even explain what kind of love I feel for you because it's bigger than me. And I'm the biggest damn thing in this whole apartment next to the fridge." He laughed a bit and Netta and everyone else did with him. "I have a lot of love for you. The way you made me feel the day we met has gotten better and better and better and life just feels that much brighter since I've met you. The way life happens through your eyes is more beautiful than any Picasso. The way you love me and you encourage me and support me is just so impactful and makes me feel valid and makes me always wanna work hard so that I can be the best I can be for you and come back home to you."
Eijirou put the letter back on the table and pulled his hand from behind him. LaNetta quietly gasped seeing the small, red, velvet box in his hands that had held her so lovingly many a time before. "I want to continue coming back home to you. I want to continue not only being loved by you but loving you and every little detail about you. You are so gorgeous. So pretty. So smart and clever and amazing and lovely and awesome. So beautiful, both inside and out. I love that about you. I love you. It would be a wonderful and super manly honor if you could stay in my life forever and ever and allow me to love you forever and ever. LaNetta Date..." Everyone listened closely in emotional silence.
"Will you marry me?"
The ring box opened and the diamond inside sparkled tremendously along with the tiny red gems within the band itself. LaNetta uncovered her mouth, no longer worried about a cry escaping. "Yes." She answered, tears wetting her glasses and falling down the sides of her cheeks. "Yes, Eijirou. I will marry you." The biggest grin Kirishima's face could ever manage grew on his face. Tears welled up in his eyes during his speech and finally fell as he slipped the ring on her finger. "I love you so much, LaNetta!" Eijirou stood up and hugged LaNetta like there was no tomorrow, their friends clapping for them. "WOOHOO!" "CONGRATULATIONS!" They cheered. Katsuki did a double-take when he looked at how much Denki was crying. "Wow. Are you okay?" He asked. "MHM! I JUST- I JUST- I LOVE THOSE CRAZY KIIIIIIIIDS! WAAAAAHHHHHH!" Denki sobbed, making Katsuki look at him with brief disgust before rubbing his friend's back. "It's okay, Denki. Let it out, bud." He soon regretted telling Kaminari to let it all out when he saw how much snot was involved. Respectfully, he stopped touching him. To his delightful surprise, London had turned around to give him a quick kiss. "That was so beautiful." She whispered. He smiled and wiped the tears off her cheeks. "It was. They're gonna have their happy ever after. I'm happy for them." "Me too." London settled into his arms, laying her head on her husband as they watched their friends have their first kiss as fiance and fiancee.
When they pulled away from each other, they couldn't help but laugh. Both of them had not only their own tears on their face, but they were pretty sure they'd been combined. Tonight they were exchanging tears and soon they'd be exchanging vows. "Chile, while we sitting here crying up a storm, we still got food to eat! I gotta replace the liquid I've lost from crying. Somebody pour me some tea." "Actually, I also bought some champagne at the store today for the occasion. Kats took it home with him but brought it back over here. I'll get the glasses." Kiri kissed Netta again then went to the kitchen. "I'll help you out, bro!" Sero chimed, getting up and following Kiri into the kitchen. LaNetta's face was stuck in a smile and her friends loved seeing it. "So... how do ya feel?" London asked. Netta sighed happily. "I feel... amazing. I hope this isn't a dream. I also feel silly 'cause how didn't I know he was doing this but Katsuki and all of you were behind it?" Katsuki, London, and Denki all looked at each other before shrugging. "I guess now we know why you need glasses." Katsuki teased, earning a gentle smack to the chest from London. "Be nice. This is her night. You can tease each other some other time. Tonight we celebrate!" Just then, Kiri and Sero returned from the kitchen.
"And what better way to celebrate than with champagne." Everyone braced themselves as Kiri popped the cork and poured glasses for Netta and everyone else before himself. "Oh, dude! You gotta do a toast!" The others agreed with him and Kiri was convinced. While he stood up, everyone else lifted their glasses. "A toast to eternal love, total manliness, and the fact that I get to spend the rest of my life with the most amazing woman I've ever met. To love!" "To love!" Everyone called after him before cheering. His and Netta's sips were quick as they had more kisses to give. "Ewww. Get a room, you two!" Sero teased this time. "We have one! It's right down the hall." Kiri pointed, taking another quick sip. "And I have a feeling it's about to be used greatly tonight~" Netta added. Kiri felt himself blush and grinned at his gir- no... fiancee. "Oh yeah. It's about to go down tonight, Gamer Girl." "Damn right, Mountain Man. You already know." They smirked gleefully at each other.
Gracefully, everything settled back down and they all went back to eating until they couldn't eat anymore. They spent some time talking and letting their food digest before getting ready to leave. Whatever was leftover was offered for to-go and everything else was given to Kiri and Netta before they took their own empty dishes home. "Congratulations again, you two." "Yeah! Way to go, guys!" Their friends gave their good wishes as a part of their goodbyes. The newly engaged couple watched and waved as their friends left, closing and locking the door after the headlights disappeared. They cleaned up the kitchen and everything before going to get ready for bed and the sweet night ahead of them. Once they were comfortably in bed, Eijirou held LaNetta in his arms, kissing her over and over and over. "Wow... I still can't believe I did that. Are... Are you satisfied with how I proposed?" Netta could sense a little worriedness in her fiance's voice. "Yes, Eijirou. It was better than I could ever wish for in a million years."
"Yeah? How 'bout a billion?"
"Yes, Kiri."
"A trillion?"
"That, too."
"A zillion bajillion?"
"Kiri."
"Yes?"
"Kiss me."
"Yes, baby."
He smiled leaning in close. "Here it goes. A nice, quality kiss." He kissed her soft lips, caressing her face and rubbing his thumb along her cheek. It was filled with passion and fire that only they could and would ever be able to understand. It was signature and special and unique to only them. His hands found themselves squishing her wonderfully chubby tummy. Her hands found themselves in his charming red hair. They had a hold on each other that was out of this world and they'd never want it to change. Their lips separated and their panting put into perspective just how hard their kiss became. "I love you so much, Eijirou. That letter you wrote to me was so beautiful." Netta smiled and looked into his eyes. "I love you so much, too, LaNetta. You know though, there was one last part to the letter that I didn't read out loud." He said, holding her closer. "Oh yeah? And what was that last part?" Kirishima's lips pressed against hers in a kiss once more before he answered. "It was..."
"...With love, Eijirou"
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ALL I WANTED WAS YOU.
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and when the world treats you way too fairly... well, it's a shame i'm a dream.
synopsis: a break up is nothing, not when the two of you are sworn to be together. satoru thinks you just need a little reminder.
warnings: dark content. ageless blogs + minors DNI. afab!fem reader, sub!reader, yandere!satoru, switching povs at times, possessive behavior, dubcon, recording, dacryphilia, cheating (not on gojo), somno, praise, manipulation, gaslighting, mind break(?), begging, fingering, oral f!receiving, choking, pussy slapping, creampie, masochism (reader), tiny bit of man handling and hair pulling. he is mean AND whiny. he literally sniffs u at one point lol. you wear makeup. implied multiple rounds.
ft + wc: gojo x reader, around 5.2k
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an: hi, so like months ago (as all my wips start) i had this idea for toxic!ex bf gojo which delved into yan gojo LOL. he is so hard to write... like wtf... so anyway this was been rotting away since september!! i think i did lose my mind just a little bit writing this ngl LMFAO. idk if i really leaned that heavily into the yan, but we are going to truck along and post this anyways. thanks for waitin'. also, thank you to dooby and sky for both proofreading and giving me some ideas to push through, @sxgars for the banner, and my brain/fingers for not giving up.
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gojo satoru still remembers the day you left, eyes puffy and face streaked with makeup as you stormed out of your shared apartment. in gojo’s mind, it was fine, you’d be back. no matter how big of a fight, you always came back. 
but it’s been months now of you ignoring his calls and texts, avoiding him whenever you see him. you’ve even blocked him on some of your social media platforms since he can only access the ones you haven’t used in years. most people have told him to let it go, move on, it’s not worth it. but satoru’s heart knows what it wants and at the core of it all, it wants: you. 
he thinks you might need a little coaxing, something to help you realize you love him again. once he finds out your address, his plan is set. he spruces himself up, spritzing on the cologne of his that was your favorite, even getting suguru to stop by the flower shop near his workplace to grab you a bouquet. yes, gojo’s got it all figured out. he’ll swing by, shower you in love like he used to, and you’ll realize you missed him just as bad. 
imagine his dismay when you won’t even open the door, your voice muffled from the other side. you tell him to leave, it’s over, you don’t want to see him anymore. he begs you to open it, just give him one more chance, but you sigh, crack the door open a smidge, and tell him. 
“satoru, leave. my boyfriend’s here.” 
he thinks that word is disgusting if he’s not the one it’s referring to. maybe you’re lying, maybe it’s another ruse to get him to piss off, but when you peek behind your shoulder, giving a little smile, the kind you used to give gojo, soft, sweet, loving; he realizes you’re completely honest. 
the lump in his throat is sticky, clinging onto the walls of his neck like gum. meanwhile, his heart feels like it’s beating in his ears, a not-so-friendly reminder of his fragility. 
you turn back, eyeing the flowers, an assortment of your favorite kinds - satoru, satoru, i like these, see? - and in a moment of soft-heartedness, step out. you can’t deny the pull of your heartstrings, satoru’s endearing aura plucking at them in a solemn tune, but you’re different now. you don’t need satoru anymore.  
“look,” you start, adjusting his tie and fixing the crinkling cellophane. “maybe you could give this to someone else? they’re so pretty, someone out there would be lucky to have them. and, you’re satoru, handsome, funny, sweet. you’ll find someone else in no time!” 
but he just stares, eyes boring into you as if it feels like the wind’s been taken out of him as your words fall on deafened ears. fuck the flowers, you’re so pretty, you’re the one people are lucky to have. in a sense, he’s bewildered because there’s no way you’ve actually moved on… right? 
you sigh again, a hint of exasperation tinging your voice, “gojo, i think… this should be the last time we see each other.” you step back, hand on the door handle. to you, this is a step in the right direction. 
for him, he finds that the way you don’t use his first name has him wanting to rip his hair out from the root. 
“wait, please, i love you.” he states, finally finding his voice, feeling like his time with you is running out. his lip quivers while his heart continues to shatter with each passing second. “i’d do anything for you, you know that right?”
ah. same old satoru, the man who swore he’d take the moon from the sky if you wanted. anyone looking in would swear you were lucky, but you remember things being a little… suffocating. it was too much, too overwhelming eventually. 
you bite your lip, strengthening your hold on the handle, ready to leave. you can’t meet his gaze, knowing that if you do you might falter. “but i don’t. i don’t love you anymore.” - it’s a lie, you know it is from the little bud inside your chest blooming, breaking out past the walls of your heart, but you just… can’t. 
he shakes his head, taking a step forward. “you don’t mean that.” 
“i do, satoru!” you flinch at your own voice, taking a deep breath to calm down. “please, just leave.” you tell him one more time before you retreat back inside and slam the door. 
he waits for a few minutes, thinking that maybe he’s on one of those prank shows. you’re going to open the door, tell him it was a joke, and to come inside. except you don’t, and he’s stuck under the low flickering haze of your complex’s lights. 
gojo’s a bit stunned on the walk back home, foggy eyesight mixed with thoughts flying a mile a minute equates to a tall stumbling man with no care for those around him. he can’t even count how many people he’s bumped into, let alone the amount of sorrys he’s muttered, the now crumpled bouquet still firmly held in his hand, indicated by the whites of his knuckles. 
when he gets home, he sinks into the floor, his head wrapped around his arms before he flings the bouquet across the room. “fuck!” a picture frame of the two of you clatters to the floor, glass breaking in tiny, jagged pieces. he kept it after all, in hopes that you’d come back eventually, but now it’s clear you’re not. he doesn’t even care that he’s knocked something off a table, he’s so fucking hurt.
hurt that you’ve moved on so easily, hurt that you’re out there calling someone else ‘baby’. he can’t fucking stand it, wanting to rip out the baseboards of his home or set it all on fire. from the first day he met you, gojo’s always firmly believed you were made for him. that thought was always reaffirmed with every ‘i love you,’ that dripped from your lips into his ear every morning and evening. 
maybe it’s not the best timing, but he remembers other things as well. like each time he’s been deep inside you and your pretty mouth would hang open, eyes blown and glassy, as you gasped out his name like it was the only thing you knew how to say. or even the times you took initiative yourself, crawling under the covers to wake him up, kitten licks and sloppy kisses to his cockhead. his own eyes met yours, with a lidded call of reverence, and that was all he needed to know. 
there’s no reason to wallow, he thinks, a small reignition of flame in his gut brewing. each passing memory that trickles by is another reminder that you did love him. no, that’s not right. you do love him.
okay, he thinks, i can still fix this. you just need a little reminding is all. you love him and you’re just a little confused. maybe his mind is breaking, but he reminds himself that it’s better his mind than his heart. 
”yeah,” he mumbles, dusting himself as he gets up off the floor. “she still loves me.” 
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to be honest, breaking and entering wasn’t really his thing, he never saw the appeal in it before. but, this isn't really a break in, he’s just visiting his girl. he will say though, you did make it a little too easy by keeping your key under the mat. no, you kept it easy because you knew he was coming, simple as that. 
he goes in tentatively at first, wanting to see what you’ve done with the place, nodding in approval as he scans over the rooms. you’ve done a good job, just like you did before, but he does frown when not a single one of his photos is up. you must have forgotten or maybe you’re trying to save your new boy toy some heartbreak. silently, he walks over to your bedroom door, peeking in.
his mouth quips up into a smile when he sees you. you’re pretty as you sleep, just like he remembers. you’ve always been a heavy sleeper, mouth slightly agape as your drool dribbled down into the pillow. 
“hey beautiful…” he murmurs when he reaches you, bending down to brush away a few strands of loose hair from your face. 
a little “mm,” leaves your lips as your face twists at his touch. he leans in til he’s just a hair’s breadth away, before he ghosts his lips over yours slightly. still the same old you, lips just as soft as he remembers and what little self restraint he had continues to chip away. 
the hot breath of exhales continue to mix as satoru spends his time taking in your scent. he tries his best not to whine when you pull away slightly, once again leaning further in to stay as close to you as possible. if he could get high off of it, he probably could, but the ache in his belly grows. he needs you. 
“wait a minute…” he mumbles when you try to once again turn away. “why are you always trying to run away from me?” it’s a silly question, rhetorical since you’re still locked in the deep throes of sleep. but your body seems to answer in place of your voice when your legs rub against the sheets and your chest once again heaves itself over, leaving him behind. 
he’s sad that you’ve taken away his favorite aromatic, but with your shuffling, you’ve moved the blankets down letting him get a peek of your bare skin. you’re always a sight to behold and his fingers run themselves lightly over your body before he’s pulling the blanket off you completely. 
you’ve always been a heavy sleeper, affectionately dubbed his “sleepy wife,” even though you were never married. it’s been a while since his hands burned with such intensity, running up and down your thigh and leg, even tracing along the curvature of your ass. 
his knee dips into the bed as he finally looms over you, pushing you gently onto your back, before he’s prying your thighs open with one hand. he thinks he should take his time, savor it, satoru, but you’re just so… inviting. he runs a finger across the waistband of your shorts, experimentally tugging lightly. he flickers his eyes between his hands and your face, seeking for any signs of waking as he slowly starts to expose more and more skin. 
hints and glimpses of skin are all he needs to get riled up, further than he already is, as he takes the leap and pulls your bottoms off completely. 
“oh fuck princess,” he groans when he sees your pretty pussy for the first time in months. he’s nearly salivating like a dog as he remembers just how good you taste, bending down to get perched between your thighs. 
the first kitten lick against your clit chips away at his already waning self control. the next one that delved between your folds nearly completely breaks it. but he’s missed tasting you on his buds, missed consuming what was his. take your time, satoru. his mind ticks again, and he settles back to prepare a nice lob of spit before he’s letting it fall onto your pussy. 
you shiver unconsciously at the sensation and he takes a pause, not wanting you to wake just yet. you’d probably flip out on him and he can’t have you getting mad at him just yet. 
he waits until you settle again before he’s diving back in, driving his tongue between your folds as he laps up your essence. to say he was starving was an understatement, for these past months he’s felt like he’s been dying. 
it’s intoxicating as your juices and his saliva mix to dribble down his chin, dripping onto your bed sheets below. he eats you out like it's his first real meal in months, tongue lapping as much of your essence as he can while his fingers dig deep into the plush skin of your thighs.
he shudders as he grinds his hips into your mattress, the tip of his nose running against your clit sending little shockwaves up your unconscious body. you taste just as good as he remembers, losing himself in the sweet slick of your cunt.
your eyelids finally flutter open, readjusting to the darkened light of your room, but you can't miss that familiar snowy peak of hair settled in between your thighs.
"satoru?" you breathe, meeting his lidded eyes as your hands come down to immediately push back against his forehead, but instead your fingers curl up into his locks. 
“hi,” he chimes, smiling against your pussy as he readjusts, sitting up to shoot you a wicked smile. “hi baby, good mornin’.” the tone ofhis voice is sweet, nearly identical to what it was like when you were together.
he replaces his tongue with his fingers, whining a little when he feels you clench down onto them as he starts to scissor you open. 
“what the fuck are you doing here?” you hiss, but your body jerks when he rubs against a particularly sweet spot of yours. 
“i missed you. i can’t visit?” he pouts, pressing a kiss against your clit before his tongue is laving over it again as if to make a point. “did you miss me?” he asks when your eyes roll back and you tug just a bit harder on his hair. 
“no.” you grit, but you can’t stop the way your hips buck up into him. 
“you’ve always been a bad liar, angel.” he shrugs, before he’s latching onto your cunt again.
he’s eaten you out more times than either of you can count, he knows exactly how to get you there. he knows it’s just a little bit more until you fall apart. he’s back on with even more fervor, alternating between sucking on your clit to sloppily and quickly flicking his tongue against it. 
“oh fuck,” you mewl, throwing your head back and thrashing as you come undone on his fingers, pussy fluttering and toes curling. 
“see, i knew you missed me.” he grins, as he brings his fingers up to suck at the slick around them. you’re still panting as you try to close your legs, but satoru’s fast, bringing his hands back down to tear them open. “ah ah ah,” he tuts, “we’re not done til i say so, got it?”  
“sa- gojo, you need to leave.” you plead, head heavy and stomach churning at what’s just happened. you fucked up but it’s fine, you can fix this still. 
“why?” he asks, “your boyfriend gonna come home?” fine, he’ll play your little game for now. he’ll antagonize you for a bit, before he’s disgustingly sweet again, just like the good ole days. but there’s also the anger brewing within him, why the fuck won’t you just come home? 
he smirks when you pause, already knowing the answer, “don’t tell me you two aren’t living together?” 
you shake your head, “that’s none of your business, gojo.” in hindsight, after satoru, you wanted to take things slowly the next time. moving in after only a month of dating probably wasn’t the best idea. 
“why not? i’ve got a right to know what you’re up to.” he pouts as he says it, hoping your irritation will ease up. 
you scoff, narrowing your eyes, “since when?” but your attitude is nothing more than a facade, always has been. “we’re not even together anymore-“ 
“since i decided, you’re mine.” he snaps, cutting you off and leaning down into you. “i decided that years ago by the way, and i’m not gonna let some fucking random mess with us.” 
you squeak as you hear him rustle with his pants, freeing his aching cock and you hate the way your stomach flip flops when you see it. it’s been so long since you’ve been fucked let alone touched. gojo was the last person to have you writhing underneath him and if you told him, he’d have even more of a need to keep it that way. 
your tough facade is breaking, you’re falling back into your hazy, mindless, and needy ways. you love satoru, even if the relationship was toxic, even if he gave you so little breathing room. but not yet, you won’t give in just yet. 
you try to scramble back further before you’re able to twist out of his hold for just a moment. but he grabs your hair by the root, twisting and pulling you back close to him and you yelp, clawing at his hand.
“baby, you’re really testing my patience.” he hisses into your ear, before he’s shoving you back down on the bed. “god, you know i hate being mean to you. just be good for once, yeah?” 
“gojo, leave.” you try one more time, but the hands that push up against him are so weak that he can tell your body’s betraying you. not only that, but your thighs shake at the pain in your scalp and you wish he would do it again. 
“i don’t think you want me to.” he states and you hate that he’s right. you don’t want him to leave, you want him to slide into you, filling you up. “or am i wrong?” he asks, looming over you, running his pretty cockhead through your folds. “go ahead, tell me to stop.” 
you bite your lip in an effort to not gasp out a pathetic moan, squeezing your eyes shut. each run against your clit has your legs widening, almost like you’re inviting him to come in. 
“knew it,” he quips, before he’s prodding at your entrance. your eyes fly open then, breathing heavily through your nose, but you don’t try to back off letting him glide in, inch by inch. “it’s cause you love me.” 
“i don’t,” you exhale as you watch his dick disappear within you, stretching you further than his fingers did. you’re nearly breathless when he finally bottoms out, fists balling into your sheets. 
“yes, you do,” he breathes, his own breathing jagged and rushed, almost like it’s being squeezed out of him. “you always have and always will.”
gojo satoru always fucks with your psyche, one of the many reasons you decided to leave him. it wasn’t obvious, not at first and neither was it nefarious. it was silly little item mix ups, funny conversations that seemed to follow satoru’s lead, until it was a loss of freedom, like a nightingale in a cage. 
huh? no, you’re meeting them next week… yeah, you told me last night. 
but that’s not- 
it is. check your phone. 
oh, i guess it… is? 
c’mon, would i lie to you princess? now you can hang out with me all day. 
and then suddenly it was all too clear when you did get that girl’s trip out, when your friends stared at you like you were fucking insane. it wasn’t normal at all that you couldn’t do a single thing without him. your friends helped you fit the pieces together and that was enough. you were going. 
leaving that day was easy, satoru hated seeing you upset and was more than willing to give you space when needed. it always went one way: you cool off, he swoops in and dresses up his words extra nicely to make you stay. but you didn’t this time. 
it was easier to leave all your things there as well instead of trying to leave in the middle of night. you thought you could do it, away from him you’d figure things out. 
but there must have been a part of you that still wanted him to chase after you, a divergent, rogue piece that strayed too far from the board. is that why you didn’t leave the city? still a part within satoru’s web of connected streets, just waiting until you were ensnared again. 
his eyes are still as pretty, his face almost too handsome, and voice just as alluring as before. you guess that’s what this is, a predator just waiting to stick his fangs into your neck.
“you’re insane,” you gasp out, holding onto your tiniest bit of strength. 
“aw, just for you.” he smiles, before he’s rolling his hips into yours, grinding in just the way you like, just as you remember. 
with each stutter of his hips, your walls twitch around his length and body jolts in waves of pleasure. soft gasps and moans tumble off your lips and satoru buries his face into your neck, nipping little marks into your skin, almost as if he’s etching one word into it: mine. 
it hits him almost instantly, this sick feeling in the pit of his stomach when he remembers that stupid little nuisance. he uses his hands to push up, still ramming into you as he takes a look at your face contorted in pleasure, as you peek up at him. 
“gojo?” you mumble, trying to take into account that look in his eye, but your head is bubbly with the pleasure he’s giving you. 
even with your walls clenching down around him with each roll of his hips, his anger seeps into him like water to a sponge as he tries to block out the idea that someone else was in what was his. that they probably saw this face that you’re making and got to hear your pretty little moans. 
“where’s your fucking phone?” he hisses, snatching it off the nightstand when he finds it, illuminated by the notifications of text messages from your “boyfriend.”
you whimper, trying to grab it, but satoru holds your hands together by the wrist, strategically keeping them against your chest so you can’t move up. 
“gojo, don’t!” you plead, snapping out of your trance for a moment, but the grip on your wrist tightens and you yelp. followed next is a glare, his gaze striking you right to the core. your words die off and he goes back to looking at your phone. it’s easy to unlock, you never changed the pass code. 
his eyes scan the texts quickly and frankly, it’s fucking disgusting to read this guy call you pet names that only satoru can say. he continues to scroll, trying his best to not dig his nails deep into your skin as he takes note of every heart emoji, flirtatious interaction, and pet name from your end. 
he keeps his breathing deep and even to keep himself from blowing his lid and he has half a mind to block his number to make sure you can’t speak to him again. but suddenly he’s got a better idea, getting back at him seemed so easy. 
you look so cute underneath him, pretty pussy enveloping his cock just like it was made to do, why not show it off? especially to someone that pissed him off. 
“hey baby, can you smile for me?” he says, voice sugary sweet as he opens your camera app, but you shake your head, trying to sink further into the pillow. you’re wary of the sudden personality change, especially when he finally releases your hands. 
he pouts, “c’mon now, you’re so pretty when you smile… please?” he sighs when you continue to refuse, but continues on, angling the camera til he’s satisfied with the image. 
“god, you’re so fucking gorgeous.” he says as he zooms onto your flushed face, hands coming up to hide it, before paneling back to record down your body. he stops when he reaches where both your hips are flush together, pussy sucking in his cock right to the brim. “fuck, would you look at that? i don’t even know your name man, but how fuckin’ pretty is this?” 
you gasp when you realize what he’s doing, but before you can say anything, you feel a hand come down onto your sensitive pussy. you yelp out but his hand comes down again and you're mortified when it sounds more like a moan. “bet you didn’t know she liked that,” he goads, “she also likes this.” he says, wrapping a hand around your jugular and giving a squeeze. 
your eyes roll back as the air escapes you, muddying your sight in little black dots. your hands fall to pull at his wrist, a moot effort considering the strength difference, and he laughs. a condescending flit of noise dripping in ego. “scratch that, she fucking loves that. hey, in my defense, i’m a little rusty, it’s been a while.” 
gojo has always been one of two things, needy and arrogant. but the worst was always when the two came together, usually in his worst fits of jealousy. he’s never recorded you before, always too eager to remember to set anything up before he’s pouncing on you.
but this satoru feels different, he feels scarier, nearly dangerous, although you shake off that fear til it’s nothing more than a fleeting thought. you liked this - no he was right, you loved this. before you broke up you were always begging satoru, just a little harder, just a little meaner, please.
with another heavy squeeze as the oxygen is once again cut off from you, you feel the walls around your heart finally crumbling completely, almost like a switch is flipped on. you can’t run from nor deny the heady need that was gojo satoru, the man that knew you in and out. you flutter your lashes at him, like you always did when you wanted to tell him something. he loosens his grip on your neck, just enough so that you can speak, “you wanna say somethin’, baby?” 
“u-use me,” you mumble, voice no louder than a whisper as your eyes start to leak that familiar pretty liquid that drives him insane. you’ve missed him, missed this - whatever the fuck it was, some messed up amalgamation dressed up under the guise of love. 
“hm?” he goads, a sick smile plastered on his face because you’re finally acting how you should. “a little louder for me, princess. i can’t hear you.” 
“use me!” you sob, trying to shift your hips to get some sort of stimulation, “please, satoru, please.” 
the use of his first name has him feeling like an actual god as he switches the camera back onto him. “you heard her.” he says with a wicked grin, before ending the video and pressing send. he tosses your phone to the side, “now where were we?” 
you whine when he shifts, one elbow propping him up as his hand once again finds it’s place against your neck. your own hand resumes it’s place as well, but instead of pulling this time you press, lashes heavy with tears as you wordlessly beg satoru to claim what’s his again. 
he’s so close to you now, his snowy hair tickles your forehead and his breath mixes with yours as he finally starts to move. you choke out a sob as he ever so slowly hits all the right places and you wonder how long you actually managed to make this far. 
“this is what you wanted isn’t it, baby?” he coos, being careful to not choke you for too long, even though you almost wish he’d fuck you passed out. “just needed a little reminder that i’m all you need right?” 
you nod, hiccuping with each thrust that knocks any air you have left out of your lungs. he’s right, just the two of you is all either of you need. you think the world is melting away as satoru presses kisses against your spit ridden lips, his own groans mixing in with yours as your tongues mesh together in sloppy, messy runs. 
“and now you’re gonna cum on my cock, aren’t you?” he picks up the pace, slamming in harder, rougher, like he’s proving a point. but he’s almost always right, with each kiss of his mushroom tip against your sweet spot pulsing pleasure throughout your body. “show me how much you love me.” 
“‘m close, toru,” you sniffle, nails digging into his arm as you blink away more tears, gasping up into his mouth. “‘m so close, please.” 
“i know.” he states, pressing his forehead against yours, sticky and sweat covered, as he gazes into your glassy, hazy eyes. “come on, cum for me princess. show me who you belong to.” 
there’s something so euphoric about satoru’s words, claiming every last bit of you, that you fall apart almost instantly. your orgasm hits you hard, rippling through you as your eyes and head both roll back, your pussy clenching down on his thick cock. 
“f-fuck! cumming, toru, i’m-“ you squeal, tears running down your face freely but satoru swallows up your moans, his lips once again sealing over yours, since those belong to him too. 
that’s enough for him, a firm affirmation that you love him, and he loses control of his once precise thrusts. he pistons into you, heavy balls slapping against your skin and pounding hard as if to leave marks all up your velvet walls. you milk out his own orgasm, walls fluttering and he detaches from your lips to growl out, “you’re all fucking mine, got it?” 
you chant out “yes,” as many times you can, still riding out your own orgasm as his cum paints your walls in white, til he finally slows back down to a stuttering close. he pants as he runs his hand up to rub his thumb over your tear-ridden cheek. 
“i love you.” he mumbles and you blink up at him sleepily meeting his pretty lidded blue eyes. it’s a stark contrast to the satoru just moments ago, pounding into you like his life depended on it. 
“love you too, toru.” you whisper, running a hand over his. your head and body feel heavy, yet your mind is still floating above the clouds. he’s probably oversensitive but you can’t care, knowing that your neck is prettier now that his fingerprints are littered on it. “toru… again.” 
he laughs when he feels you start to grind your hips, sticky slick and cum dripping from your hole. he feels like he’s on cloud nine hearing you beg for him after all this time. 
“please, please, toru,” you whine, craning your neck to brush sloppy, wet kisses across his lips and jawline. “i love you, so please.” 
“course, angel,” he mumbles in between kisses, “just gimme a few minutes and i’ll give you everything you want.” 
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crimsonredfeathers · 6 months
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~*~ Drabble ~*~
Sero Hanta x gn!Reader
Warnings: just fluff
Word count: 100
🖤🧡🖤🧡🖤
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You were about to attack using your own quirk when your mobility was suddenly reduced to practically non-existent. Both of your arms were tightly pressed against your sides, legs bound together at your knees and ankles.
"I'm so sorry!" Hanta ran over to you, scratching the back of his neck in embarrassment, before ripping the tape into pieces to free you from it. "I guess I went a little overboard," he chuckled while peeling the rounds of the sticky material off of you.
You laughed. "You got so much better," you praised him, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead.
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barleyo · 7 months
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Love Machine.
Android! Leon Kennedy X Fem! Reader (smut)
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A/N: I got this idea while listening to a song with the same title. This was my first time writing for Leon, I hope it isn't too clunky or too short! I am slowly coming out of my hiatus, so my writing skills are a bit rusty, I need you all to give me a little grace for the next few posts in case they aren't great LOL. Love you all so much, thanks for your support!
Part Two: Here
Wordcount: 2.4K
Tags: sex doll/living sex robot (?), sex toys, oral (fem receiving), reader is called things like "pretty girl", p in v, creampie (but not really because he's a sex doll??), unprotected sex, fingering, nipple play
“Welcome in, can I help you find anything?”
(Y/N) gave the cashier a polite smile and shook her head as she walked past him at the check-out desk, trying to be as non-awkward as possible, especially since she was the only customer in the small store at that time of night. It was an in and out trip, she tried to convince herself of that. She needed something small, just enough to get the job done. 
Normally, she would’ve waited until the next day to run an errand like this, but days of stress had left her needy and frustrated, so when her trusty wand finally gave out on her mid-fun, she grabbed her car keys and headed out into the night. 
Her eyes scanned the wall of toys in the back of the store. Pink and purple covered the shelves, vibrating toys and dildos being her main focus. 
“Mini-vibe, bullet vibe,” she mumbled, squatting down to read the boxes on the lower shelves. “What’s even the difference–?”
She settled on a purple rabbit vibrator. Its packaging was the least indicative of its contents, and it was on the smaller side. Easy to hide. 
“Will that be all?” the cashier asked, looking over the box. 
“Yeah, that should be it.”
“You know,” he said, giving her a wide grin, “I can’t say I can suggest this one.” He held the box back out to her, waiting for her to take it. “We’ve gotten a lot of refunded purchases due to it.”
“Oh, shit, really?” (Y/N) took the box back, tucking it under her arm. “Okay, uh, I guess I should ask what the best option would be, then?”
The cashier gave a nod and waved her over, lifting the divider between behind the counter and the rest of the store. “Come with me to the back, we’ve got all the good stuff tucked away back there.”
She chewed the inside of her cheek, thinking about whether or not to follow him. She didn’t immediately catch any red flags in his behavior: he was polite enough, no major creep-vibes. (Y/N) finally walked past the open divider and followed him into the stock room. 
“So, over here,” he said, waving his hand over a heavily stocked shelf, “is all the high-powered stuff. These over here have a high-customization level, lingerie over here, and over here ....” 
The man continued to go over the ‘hidden’ options in the store, but (Y/N)’s eyes traveled over to a large, sheet-covered box. 
“Hey, what’s that over there?” she asked, pointing at the box. 
“Oh, that? That’s new, uhm, probably a little out of your comfort zone, though, he’s a little advanced.”
“He?”
The cashier sighed and stepped up to the box, gripping the corner of the sheet. “It’s—it’s a long story, but, here, have a look.”
He pulled the sheet down, dropping it to the cement floors of the room.
“What the fuck is that?!”
A blond man stood in the plain box, the only adornment on the cardboard being his name in bolded letters: Leon. His eyes were closed, his hands sat idly beside his sides, and his body stood bare before them both.
“His name is Leon, he’s a prototype for a new line of responsive sex dolls. I mean, most of the bugs are out of the system, he’s not faulty or anything.”
(Y/N) walked up to the box and scratched the cellophane covering, trying to get his attention. “Is he awake? Or on, I guess?”
“Nah, he has to be set up, there’s a manual in the box, I think,” the man replied, bending down to pick the sheet back up to throw over Leon’s box. Just as he began to shake the sheet off, clearing the residual dirt off of it, (Y/N) spoke again.
“How much for him?”
She mentally smacked herself for asking. There was no doubt he was expensive, hell, he probably wasn’t even up for sale.
“You want him?” He raised his eyebrow, looking the girl up and down, confusion painting his features.
“I– I don’t know, can I have him? How much?”
He crossed his arms for a moment, thinking. “He’s not for sale, per se, but– so, listen, okay?”
“Yeah?”
“You can have him for free, okay? But if you aren’t satisfied with him, you can’t bring him back here, you’re stuck with ‘em.” He held his hand out expectantly. “Deal?”
“Deal,” she said, taking his hand quickly, giving it a few affirming shakes.
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The boxcutter in her hand worked quickly, slicing open the cellophane. (Y/N) bunched up the plastic and threw it to a random corner in her bedroom, turning back to face Leon. She gave him a testing poke, and when he didn’t respond she turned that poke into a gentle tapping on the side of his face.
“Leon?” The name felt like acid on her tongue, guilt already creeping through her. “Wake up.”
She dropped her hand from his face and guided it further down his chest. The synthetic skin felt real, almost in an uncanny way. He was warm to the touch, not plastic-y and cold like how she assumed other sex dolls felt. 
“Come on, big boy.” she muttered, pulling Leon’s large, heavy body out of the box and placing him on his feet near her bed. “Where’s your–? Oh, got it.” (Y/N) snatched the instruction manual from the box. The print was foggy, and some words were horribly misspelled, but she flipped through the pages and located the directions page. She read the page to herself quietly. “I am Leon, your AI-powered male sex doll. The setup process of a Leon doll is extremely easy. To turn me on, just set my dial. After that, just sit back and let me love you for a little while!” 
(Y/N) walked a small circle around him in search of his ‘on-switch.’ She found it right on the back of his neck, almost hidden by his swoop of blond hair. On the silver dial sat three options: Off, gentle, and rough. A hand rose and ticked the dial to gentle. She stepped away from him quickly after hitting the switch, nervous to see what would happen.
His eyes opened slowly, and a weak blue light beamed from them, scanning outwards before shutting off completely. A grin slowly spread across Leon’s all-too-real features as he powered on. 
“Hey there, pretty girl,” he said, standing still in her room, only moving his head to face her. “Looks like you could use some company.”
“Uh, hello.” Her mouth was dry as she spoke, feeling like she made a bad decision the second he had snapped to life. 
“Hm, why don’t you come closer to me? I don’t bite,” Leon paused before cheekily adding “unless you want me to.” He took her in his arms and let his eyes drift down her body. He eased her shirt over her head and tried to undo the clasps of her bra.
“What are you doing?” She tried to pull away but he held her in place.
“You have all your clothes, but I’m exposed over here. That’s not so fair, is it?” He looked down at his hardened length, ushering her to look down with him.
Her eyes widened a bit. “When did you even get hard–?”
“I’m always hard around pretty girls like you.” He slipped off her bra and groped her breasts with his large, somewhat calloused hands. “Look at these, baby. You have pretty tits, and a pretty face, huh?” 
A hum left her throat as she felt his head dip down and take one of her swollen nipples into his mouth. He swirled his tongue over the bud, latching on to properly suck it after a few teasing moments. She ran her hands through his hair and gripped onto it tightly, whining at the feeling of his mouth popping off of her tit. 
“Bet you’re getting wet from this, aren’t you?” His voice was airy and muffled while he spoke. He left open mouthed licks over her pebbled nipples, grazing over them with his tongue’s warmth.
She gave a weak nod in return.
“Mm, maybe I should take care of that,” he chuckled lightly and lowered himself to his knees. “Gonna let me take these off you?” He tugged at the waistband of her shorts.
“G’head,” (Y/N) said, feeling her thighs rub against each other impatiently. 
He pulled them down to her ankles and she stepped out of them, leaving her in just her panties. She shuddered at the feeling of his tongue darting across the cotton covering her wet center. Again, Leon laughed a bit at her reaction and licked a heavier stripe against the fabric. When he was rewarded with a gasp from her open mouth, he pulled the panties to the side and pressed his tongue at her slit.
“F–Fuck, that feels good,” she whined, hand still messily buried in his hair. 
Leon kept his eyes on her the whole time, not letting a moment pass where his blue irises weren’t piercing hers. 
His tongue dipped out of her entrance and moved up to her clit. He fidgeted with it, trying to see which motion worked best on her, and settled on a circular movement. The longer he sat slotted between her thighs, her knees thrown over his shoulders, the more frequently he felt her cunt jump from pleasure. He placed his tongue hard on her clit, giving it rough, pressured licks. 
“Almost there, I’m close,” (Y/N) said, feeling a coil form in her stomach. She had felt this with other toys, but by far, Leon was the best at the job. “Don’t stop,” she hummed, voice catching in her throat while he moved his head side to side, dragging his mouth sloppily over her cunt.
A string of profanities escaped her mouth when she felt her orgasm hit. A sputtering wave of warmth flushed through her body, her pussy clenching around nothing. 
“That’s it, good job,” Leon cooed. He held his hand up to her face expectantly. “Spit.”
Her mind already felt melted, like it could’ve oozed out of her brain at any minute. She mindlessly complied with him, spitting onto his lengthy fingers.
“Ah–! S’too much, Leon.”
“No, no, you can take it. I’ll be gentle, I know you want another one,” he said with a slightly mocking tone. “Greedy girl needs something to fill her up.” Plunging his fingers into her pussy, he groaned at the feeling of her slick walls still fluttering. “Y’haven’t even recovered from the first one, but I’m gonna give you another one,” he said, curling his fingers, “gonna be twice as strong.”
“Fuck, it’s too much,” (Y/N) knew her sobs of pleasure were pathetic sounding, but she couldn’t muster anything else up as she tried to push his wrist down and away, not being able to stand the feeling of his two fingers prodding at her most sensitive spot. 
“Don’t fight it,” he warned, “not when you’re so close. Yeah, I feel you getting all tight on me. Mm, you’re gonna love how it feels, it only gets better from here, pretty girl.” 
Leon became more aggressive with his movement, moving his whole arm as his fingers jammed in and out of her. (Y/N) was lost in her ecstasy. Her hands shook and flew aimlessly before taking purchase of Leon’s shoulders and holding onto them, nails digging into the skin.
Her second release, as promised, was much stronger. Her legs clamped around him, her moans came out in long, shaky intervals, and her brain was mush. She couldn’t force herself to focus on anything but the cum dripping out of her cunt and down Leon’s fingers and forearm. She screwed her eyes shut, feeling even the dim light of her bedroom to be too much for her now fucked-out, slutty head to handle. 
She hardly noticed when he had placed on her back in the bed with her legs spread. Not until he guided his cock across her folds, tapping the head of it against her swollen, abused clit. 
“More?” she asked, voice breaking and weak. “Can’t take it ‘nymore.”
“C’mon, sweet thing, you can give me one more, can’t you? Just one more?” He whispered into her ear, slowly pushing into her, holding himself back. 
“Jus’ one? No more after that?”
“Mhm, just one.” Leon bottomed out and stretched her walls with his girth. The tip of his cock gave sweet, shallow kisses to her cervix’s tip, gently pressing into it with each thrust. His hips rocked into her, but he felt his dick being forced out of her walls, pushed out of her heat. “Even after all that, still tight f’me.” He slid back in, rougher this time, trying to keep himself inside. “Need somethin’ to stretch you out, baby. Good thing y’got me now.”
His hands were placed under her knees, scooping and holding them apart while he fucked her. He slowly transitioned from fucking and burrying his cock into her, to bringing her body forward, bouncing her on his cock. 
“Leon—”
“Hush, now, you’re okay. Mm,” he wiped the drool from the corner of her mouth, “look at how you take it. It’s like you were made to be used like this, sweet girl. Maybe you’d be better off as a toy.” 
She moaned at this, feeling her cunt twitch at his words.
“Yeah? You like that?” Leon’s eyebrow raised at her a bit, teeth barring in smirk. “You like being a little toy. Being– oh, fuck, you’re enjoying this so much. Your pretty little face...”
(Y/N) threw her arms over his neck, pulling him closer to her body. Their chests pressed together, her sweat slick between them both. “God, Leon, please!”
Leon pressed his mouth on her to quiet her down, swallowing her moans as their tongues and teeth gnashed against each other. He winced as (Y/N) bit down on his lip, choking back her sobs when she clamped down on his cock. Taking this as a sign, Leon emptied his thick, synthetic cum into her. 
Once he pulled out, a mixture of both of their cum pumped out, gushing and wetting in between her thighs.
“Good job, baby,” he said, stroking her face, grinning at the warmth of her cheek. “You did so well, getting all cockdrunk for me. To think I was being gentle. Wanna try my rough mode out for size?” He joked, letting his hand grip her hip. 
“Goodnight, Leon,” she responded, unimpressed at his teasing and tired from what he had done to her. She brought her hand to the back of his neck and turned his dial to ‘off.'
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