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shojizbae · 2 months

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Peeping Tom

Tamakixreader x mirio

Word count: 4K

Warnings: smut, voyeurism, oral (m&f receiving) jerking off, safe sex practices

Mirio didn’t mean to. He really didn’t. UA had very recently moved into the dorms when it happened. It was a Friday night, and he just finished a shower after getting home from his work study. Apparently, the walls were a little thinner than he expected.

Sometime around 8:30, he heard it. It started slow at first, talking. A movie played, but it changed so often that he couldn’t figure out which one. He had only a pair of sweatpants as he toweled off his hair when he heard it.

“(Y/n), woah!” It was the voice of his best friend and neighbor, Tamaki. His shy, elvish friend had finally confessed to his now girlfriend three months ago. (Y/n), a kind but rambunctious girl who had been dropping not-so-subtle hints for almost two years was one of Mirio’s favorites in the class.

Since getting together with Tamaki, she had drawn him out of his shell. It seemed tonight she would drag him out a little more complicated.

“What ‘woah’?” She gently placated

Now, Mirio, of all things, was not a snoop, but he was curious. Luckily, he wasn’t a cat, so he pressed his ear to their shared wall.

“W-we were just watching a movie. I didn’t expect you to get all handsy.” He said, and even through the wall, he could hear his best friend tucking his chin into his chest in embarrassment. So, they were finally gonna have sex?

Two weeks ago, Tamaki came to Mirio and Nejire with this concern. (Y/n) had very nonchalantly asked if he was ready or could consider getting physical with her. After about twenty minutes of gently calming him down, as he seemed to begin hyperventilating, he managed to say something he wanted meanly. Although his anxiety could try your patience occasionally, you were proud of the semi he was sprouting at the mention.

After that conversation, he went to Mirio, who coincidentally was with his girlfriend. He knocked at the door open (Y/n). Want to have sex with me!” He proclaimed in the closest voice he could muster. Unfortunately, he entered a scene from a magazine in the back of the store.

Nejire was in her school skirt and bra, her hair was disheveled but tucked to the side, and she was lying/ straddling Mirio's lap. Mirio was only in some checkered boxers and had one hand on her boobs and the other on her ass below her skirt. He managed a squeak before he spun around and slammed the door shut behind him.

His friends dressed quickly and chased him down, finding him with his head shoved deep into the dorm refrigerator.

“Uhh, Tamaki?” Mirio scratched his cheek but couldn’t hide his smile and his friend's antics

“Yeah, M-mirio?”

“Whatcha doing, man?”

“Uh, just getting a tea?”

“Yeah?” Nejire confirmed, “I thought Yaobara took the last ginseng one. And you hate the matcha ones?” Hado placated

“No, I think I see a Yuzu one back here.” He reached in and pulled out a can of lemonade and cracked the can open. He toon a sip just for show although not bringing himself to make eye contact “mmm refreshing. Well gotta get back to my dorm!” He tried to breeze past the couple until one of Mirio’s giant hands pushed him back by his chest.

“Slow down there, partner! What was this you said about you and (Y/n) having sex?”

“Mirio, not so loud!” Amajiki exclaimed

“Yeah, babe, why don’t we take this back to your dorm?”

“Right,” Mirio looked at his girlfriend with smitten eyes, then at Tamaki’s cherry-red eyes. “Why not yours?” He offered. Tamaki hung his head and pathetically followed the couple to Hado’s dorm room to discuss what this meant.

That was two weeks ago.

Ever since Togata had been anxiously waiting for some kind of sign that (Y/n) had gotten Tamaki into the sac. He felt like some religious fanatic awaiting a divine character, and here it was. Giggles and sighs, and the TV in Tamaki’s bedroom turned up a considerable few clicks.

He kept his ear pressed to the wall, but his curiosity was getting too powerful for him. Accidentally or subconsciously, he slipped through the wall, so his head and left should be passing ghostly through the barrier.- Now his head was in Tamaki’s dim closet where he always left his doors cracked for a long-standing fear of monsters. From his angle, he saw a scene that was downright painting-worthy.

You were sprawled over Tamaki’s lap with both hand tangled into the hair at the base of his neck. Tamaki had one hand up the back of your cardigan which was slipping down your right shoulder. It seemed he was fumbling with your bra clasp which frustrated Mirio because they had spent a considerable amount of time teaching him all about bras.

Frustratedly, you sat up and whipped your cardigan to the side, unclipping your bra and pulling it out of the front of your camisole slowly to tease your boyfriend. With the news he could see, Tamaki looked downright disfigured. His tie hung off his bedside lamp, the top three buttons of his school shirt had been hastily undone, and a speckling of hickies already decorated his neck and chest. Mirio heard him whimper below you as he braced his hands on your thighs.

“You’re beautiful (Y/n).” Tamaki proclaimed, which shocked both who’d heard it

“You don’t need to butter me up, babe, I’m already so wet for you.” You purred as you sunk back to his lips. Tamaki did his best to keep up with you, but the overwhelming barrage of kisses and the constant figure eight of your hips against his was becoming too much for him. Mirio watched in delight as you climbed. His best friend was like a hungry cougar. You gently placed your hands in each of his collarbones, pushed him back onto the plush pillows, and placed a gentle peck on his lips before shimmying down his thighs.

You landed softly on the carpet on your knees with your hands braced on his thighs.

“Uhh (Y/n), what are you…?”

“Shhh, babe, I want this to be special for you.” You held your pointer finger up to your lips in a hushing motion. Then you dug at his belt and enjoyed the iconic sound of a metal clacking against metal.

“(Y/n), You really don’t have to.” He anxiously pleads

“But, Ama, I want to.” That made something in Mirio’s stomach do Olympic gymnastics. There was a pleading glint in your eyes as you begged him silently. He closed his mouth and eyes and gave the subtlest nod known to man, and you dove back in. You tucked some hair behind your ear and undid the button and zipper of Tamaki’s green trousers.

“Take off your shirt, babe.” You ordered, and he obeyed happily as you tugged his boxers. He wriggled around and tossed his shirt into oblivion, and you fished his dick out of his briefs. “Woah, babe, you have such a pretty cock.” You stated proudly.

Mirio had to agree. Of course, he had accidentally caught glances in the locker room, but he was seldom hard in those situations. He could tell from this distance that your statement wasn’t just flattery. It was above average in length with a plump cockhead and perfectly flushed pink. Mirio watched as you took a lick from base to tip, and Amajiki warbled beneath your touch. You took his balls in your left hand and played with them.

Amajiki was notoriously neat, so he wasn’t shocked to see his friend had done some manscaping.

“(Y/n)~” he drawled the final syllable as you slowly sucked on his tip. Mirio could see his friend's abs flexing and twisting as he struggled under your mouth. “(Y/n)!” He groaned. Suddenly, he touched your shoulder and pulled off with an almost cartoon pop.

“Why are we stopping? Is it bad?” You added anxiously

“No! No, it’s. He wiped his eyes and tried to collect his thoughts. “It’s really, uhuh, really good. I don’t think I’ll last one second if you keep going.” He wiped his sweaty brow

“Aww,” you gave a downward smile, proud of yourself for being a natural. You started climbing up him again and gave him a long, searing kiss so he could taste his own precum on your lips. You started reaching behind you for the zipper of your skirt, but Tamaki caught your wrist before you could retake the lead.

“I’ll be taking care of that.” He stated as a wave of confidence overtook him. He held under your armpits and spun the both of you around, so he landed with a giggle in the tangle of his blankets. Often, you forget how strong your boyfriend is. Partly because he rarely wore tight or revealing clothing that showed off his sexy, lean muscles. They didn’t exude the confidence typical of people as powerful as him.

As he stood, he tucked himself back into his boxers but shucked off his pants and folded them at the waist before tossing them to the side. You laughed at his continued clean behaviors, and Mirio just enjoyed it. He claimed back over your abdomen to kiss your lips and your forehead.

Sensing his tiredness, Mirio returned his whole body to his bedroom and got some water. He brought his fist toward his chest in victory and recapped some water. He’s seen plenty more than what is appropriate, right? There should be no need to keep snooping? Right?

Mirio checked the lock on his door, relieved that he remembered to lock it while changing. Although it’s not as if everyone in the class hadn’t seen some part of him during training. He took another sip from his water bottle and plunged his head back into his ‘peephole.’

What he saw was miraculous.

Amajiki was laying shooter style between your spread legs. He had his right hand stuffed deep in your cunt, and with his left hand, he was holding yours.

“L-like this (Y/n)?” He sought your guidance and received only a high-pitched sigh

“Yeah! Mhmm,” you attempted to clear your throat to gain some composure. “Yeah, just like that, Ama.” You sighed

“Ok, but how’s the pace, or should I do anything else.”

“Y-you c-could play withhh my clit?” You offered. Mirio was gobsmacked. How did his shy, reserved best friend get his girlfriend to stutter like him?

“O-ok.” he unlocked his fingers from yours and started making gentle circles. He tried to find it, but notoriously, it seemed to be the eighth wonder.

“Um, a little higher, baby,” you took your once-connected hands and guided his left hand up to your clit and hiccuped. You found it, and Tamaki's gentle hands lay you out.

“Like this?” He smiled up at your pinked face

“Yeah, just like that, baby.”

“So this is good?”

“Yeah, hun, this is euuh,. This is really good,” you accidentally interrupted yourself. Jeez, Tamaki, Mirio thought you really needed more confidence.

“You know,” Tamaki jumped at the sound of your voice, “nothing's wrong, babe, just if you wanted, you could use your mouth.”

“D-do you want it?”

“Only if yoUU!” Before you could confirm, he placed his mouth right where his left hand was. The squee you let out emboldened both boys witnessing you. Until now, Mirio had been balancing on his knees and his right hand while his left hand pushed against the wall. Now, his left hand slid down to his navel and slipped under his champion sweatpants. There was a considerable pile of pre that had pooled in his pants, and he thanked his twenty-minute earlier self who had chosen to forgo underwear.

Quickly he was able to grab onto his cock as his gaze was fixed on you, the porno in front of him. Amajikis left hand had vacated your clit as his mouth took the promotion. Instead, he was grasping desperately at one of your boobs, and his right did its best to assault your g-spot.

Evidently, his right hand was doing a good job, and you moaned and writhed beneath your boyfriend's ministrations.

“Fuck baby, keep going,” you looked your leg over his shoulder and locked him closer to your pussy. Mirio started to circle his cockhead with his thumb as he heard your moans pitch up.

You sunk your right hand into his hair, which made Tamaki groan a little. Your left hand flew out to grip a nearby pile of comforter.

“Tama, uhh, I’m so close! Please, whatever you do, don’t stop or change anything.” And he obeyed happily, maybe adding to the intensity only emblazoned by your tenacity. Your other leg wrapped around the side of his ribs as you reached climax. All coherency left him as you came a jumble of Tamaki's names and various moans and squeals.

Mirio gripped his dick a little harder, and you squirmed and relished the first orgasm someone had provided you. Tamaki sat on his knees and wiped his mouth as he admired how wrecked you looked. Your hair was spread in a million directions, and your tank top was ridden up so he could see your belly as it rose and fell. Your skirt was flipped up, and your panties hung off one of your knees. Even your socks seemed to be slipping if your body as your boyfriend devoured the sight of you.

He had watched many a dirty movie, but nothing compared to how sexy you looked right now. Sweating, shaking, and your face was completely red.

Tamaki was doing much better. He, too, was out of breath and slightly damp, but most noticeable was his cock dancing and straining against his navy blue briefs.

“Aww baby, that looks like it hurts,” you reached for his waistband and tugged him so you were both sitting on the bed, “why don’t we take care of you.” You sat his back against the wall and almost tore his boxers off him. You stood up and pulled your camisole over your head, and brandished it to the side. You gave him a smile as his eyes locked onto your breasts. You saw him swallow and, for the show, fanned himself like a lady at church with his hand.

Boldly, you pulled the zipper of your skirt down and let the green pleats free fall, and you stepped out of it. Despite being buried in your pussy just a minute before, the sight of you completely naked and on display for him was golden. His cock stood at attention, painfully awaiting you.

You climbed back onto your boyfriend's and kissed him sweetly to reassure him. His confidence broke briefly as he awaited your insight.

“Here, hold onto my hips.” You place your hand over his and guide them to the fat of your hips. You rose slowly on your knees and used your right hand to guide his cock to your awaiting pussy. You paused right as you made contact.

“Fuck! I forgot condoms!” You put your forehead on his collarbones in defeat.

“That’s okay, baby,” he secured a hand on the small of your back and leaned the two of you forward. He slowly opened the drawer and pulled out a box of condoms, pulling out the roll and ripping one off.

“How did you?”

“After that night, I went out and bought some. I-I had to call Mirio for help.” He admitted, ashamed.

“Aww, baby.” Mirio stopped his hand as he smiled at the memory. It was nine at night when he got the call. It took ten minutes to calm down a very overwhelmed Tamaki and explain that most of the scented or rubbed condoms were not a good choice and that he should go with latex unless he knew you were allergic to latex. You weren’t, so he got some pretty generic-looking lubricated condoms with a little doctor-recommended check. He didn’t make eye contact with the cashier; he only handed her enough cash to pay and grabbed the box before she could give him change.

You both settled back into position and he ripped the foil open with his teeth. Your knees buckled a little at the sight and you helped guide the condom down his dick. As you slid him down your folds you paused right at your pussy and looked in his eyes.

“Mhmmm,” he managed to grit out, and you slowly sunk his head in. Both of you seemed to moan and were keen on the contact. Your hands flew up to grip his shoulders, and he sunk into the small of your waist. Mirio gripped his cock reignited by the double loss of virginity. Slowly you eased down his cock and experimentally brought yourself up and down once. You shuddered in his lap.

Tamaki slid his hands down your waist to your hips, and you picked up the pace, bouncing up and down his lap with more confidence. With his help, you rode him with a passionate curiosity.

Mirio picked up the pace as you two seemed to find a groove. The purple-ette enjoying the sight of you taking him for his pleasure and the satisfying squelch of your pussy around him. Every lift and drop of your hips forces his eyes to shut a little, but every time, he forces them back open to allow himself to soak you in.

You’re not doing much better. Already sensitive from cumming minutes earlier, the excitement of finally getting to fuck Tamaki swirled into a greater pleasure than you could imagine. Unfortunately, it was interrupted by the ghost of cowgirls.

“Ow ow ow!” You settled your hips

“What? What is it, baby?” He clamped his hand on the side of your face.

“Foot cramp.” You shook it and winced

“D-do you wanna switch?”

“Mhmm,” you nodded, and he kept his hold on the side of your face but gave you a gentle peck. Then he slid his hands under your legs and picked you, only to slam you down on the mattress. You bounced and laughed as you held his face for another kiss. You tucked some stray hair out of his face as he guided himself back into your sweet, warm pussy.

You made eye contact as a slight gasp slipped from your mouth. Tamaki leaned over you and placed your arms around his neck. He placed both hands by your ears and started up a slow and gentle pace. Before he realized your eyes were going the same rolling back/ force open pattern.

From this position Amajiki was hitting all the best angles. Mirio thought he was spoiled for getting the pleasure of witnessing this. Every grunt and every sigh even the squeak of the mattress beneath Tamaki’s knees was only fuel for his fist. He brought his hand up to his mouth so he could collect a weight bead of spit which he spread over his throbbing cock. He could feel his balls keening with the need to release but he was trying to time it with the movie he was witnessing.

On your side of the wall was bliss. You kept your arms around his neck but still wove your fingers through the thick hair at his nape. When you gave a particularly strong tug Tamaki crooned into you touch. He moaned a little harder as you tugged on him.

“D’yo like that, Ama?”

“Y-yes,” he managed to plead.

“Y’want me to do it again?”

“Yes-fuck, please!” You were shocked to hear your typically formal boyfriend swear at you. It was hot, so you pulled harder in his gorgeous silky hair. You only pulled more erotic sounds out of his lips, which were coated in a thin layer of saliva from chewing on them.

“Fuck again! I-I’m gonna cum!”

“T-Tama!” You nearly started laughing in surprise at his foul mouth. But the obsessive rhythm of his hips was bringing you closer to the edge again. “Just keep going. I’m ughh,” you groaned against your will as he teased your G-spot.

“Deeper Tama!” You begged. He grabbed each of your ankles at your request and brought them up by his ears. He leaned down on you and landed a searing kiss on your forehead and then brought his pace a little faster, lingering at the depression of his thrust.

“Ahh, right there! Please don’t stop!” But he was sputtering out from exhaustion and being on the precipice of an orgasm

“I can’t- I’m not gonna!” He sounded absolutely pathetic

“It’s fine, baby. Just keep going.”

“Do you want me to pull out?”

“Why would you wear a condom? Inside please” At that, any scrap of reserve fell away as he pounded into you, desperate to cum.

“(Y/n)! Uh, I’m gonna!” He parked his hips deep in your pussy as he came with a whimper. Your eyes rolled so far back that he was nervous; they might not return. As he came to, he felt like he was strangled by your pussy, clamping down and spasming around his cock. You raked your hands down Amajiki's back, desperate to cling onto something for fear you might float away.

If he were to look back on it, Mirio would say that the noises you made as you came sent him hurtling over the edge. In a split-second decision, he permeated his other hand through the wall to bite so he could damper his sounds. He shuddered, and his ear rang after he came. A nasty white matter on the wall was evidence of his Tom peeping.

He pulled himself back through to his room to assess the damage. He would need to change his sweatpants because of a big precum stain on the grey fabric. He laughed at himself and how live-action porn got him so riled up.

“Oh jeez,” he put his clean hand on his forehead. Directly after he had hidden the evidence, a pounding at his door nearly scared him out of his skin.

“Miri! Togata! Why is your door locked?” He zipped over to his door, unlocked it, and gave his girlfriend a kiss on the forehead as she sunk into his chest.

“Long day, baby?” He similarly caged her in

“So long,” she whined

“You want to hear something that will cheer you up?” He pulled back so he could look at her adorable little face

“Always,”

“They finally did it.” He admitted with a downward smile

“YOU SHUT YOUR DAMN MOUTH!” She leaped back, accidentally activating her quirk

“Yeah, I heard it all.” He smirked proudly. “You wanna go over and bust them?”

“Yeah!” She cheered sharing similar smirks and penchants for mischief. Mirio threw on a t-shirt and they crept next door. Stupidly the couple had forgone locking the door. The two bust through the door to reveal what could have been a sweet wholesome moment.

(Y/n) had her head laid on Tamaki’s chest and Tamaki had an arm over her shoulder and was stroking up and down with his finger tips. But as the couple blew threw Tamaki’s door sending the couple flying up and out of their sheets.

(Y/n) grabbed the nearest blanket and held it to her chest to conserve some of her modesty.

“What are you doing get out!” You screeched in embarrassment while poor Tamaki cowered, mortified.

“Ok ok,” Mirio backed out in surrender “did you kids have fun?”

“Out!’l you hollered. The incident did not stop you by any means from continuing your fun. You just remembered to lock the doors. But no padlock could keep out your neighbor of a peeping tom.

#tamaki amajiki #Tamaki Amajikix reader #Mirio Togata #Nejire Hado #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #Tamaki Amajiki x reader smut

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akiranzee · 3 months

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★ • ° ` — “Women who overstimulate your sloppy abused little clit with a vibrator, as she slowly licks long strips on your slit, and insert her tongue on your abused pussy as she adds a 3rd finger inside, then stopping for the 6th time, not letting you climax just yet.”

a/n: belated chinese new year guys

shinobu kocho, mirko, mina ashido, nejire hado, annie leonhart, furina, raiden shogun, yae miko, kafka, daki, rosalyn, witira, yelena, yelan, shoko ieiri, utahime iori, mei mei, midnight, mt. lady, rosaria, la signora.

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subbyalbedo · 9 months

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sub!nejire hado x dom!amab!reader

Warnings: uhm smut lol, probably cursing, why am i writing the warnings before I've even written the story help me, cumming inside without protection, pretty rough sex, oral (fem recieving)

(this is my first smut that i'm sharing with people who aren't me so sorry if it sucks, I don't have much practice so we'll see how it goes)

Unwrapping Nejire's arms and legs from around you, you tossed her lightly onto your bed. Climbing on top of her with a predatory grin, you started running your hands up her sides. She was already naked, making the feeling considerably better.

Making your way up to her lips, you could see the lust pooling in her eyes. She whimpered with need as you finally captured her plump lips with a kiss.

She was wrapping her thighs around you again, attempting to grind up into your clothed length.

You were harshly pressing your lips against hers, and you both knew you'd be rough tonight. And Nejire was more than fine with that.

Her mouth opened willingly for you as you shoved your tongue inside, and she moaned loudly as you grinded back into her. You held tightly to her sides, and decided it was time to start the real fun.

You started trailing kisses down her neck, heading for her breasts. Once your mouth reached one of her nipples, you took it into your mouth, swirling it around your tongue.

You listened to her shallow panting as one of your hands reached up to her other breast. You squeezed it lightly before twisting the nipple a bit. She gasped, and your mouth lightly bit down, sucking a bit.

As she arched her back and groaned, you decided to move on from her breasts.

Placing open mouthed kisses, you drifted lower and lower.

Once you got low enough, you gripped her plush thighs and forced them apart, looking at the considerable amount of slick that had gathered there.

Bringing your head back to eye level, you could see the desperation in Nejire's eyes. "You ready baby?" you purred, and you shoved your hand between he legs to create a friction that had her choking back a groan.

"Y-yes! Yes, please I'm ready just--just do it, please Daddy!" She begged, and you grinned at her stuttering words.

You started moving your hand that was resting on her pussy, rubbing the outside but never going past the surface. You could see in her face that she needed more, but you wanted to continue to tease.

Bringing your head back down, you rested your hand on top of her clit. Nejire bucked her hips, letting out a pornographic moan as she got the friction she so desperately needed. "Oh, God, yes", she cried out.

You growled, and held her hips down, stopping the motion and taking away all stimulation.

"You can either be patient, or I'm gonna leave you here, all wet and needy." You narrowed your eyes, letting the threat sink in, before reaching back down and rubbing at the wetness coated all over her lower regions.

She shivered, sinking down into the mattress.

"Now, be a good girl." And with that, you dived in, lapping at her pussy as it pulsed around you, seemingly sucking you in. Nejire was moaning, shivering, unable to keep it together as you devoured her.

It only took a couple minutes to bring her to the edge, the whimpers and wanton noises getting louder as she grabbed your head, shoving it deeper into her sopping cunt.

You knew she was close, but you wanted to save most of her pleasure for the main event, so at the last second you pulled away.

Nejire shuddered, gasping with the knowledge that her pleasure was taken away at the last second.

"NO NO NO! whyyy ~ please please I need to cum let me pleaase daddyy." Nejire whined, desperately needing the release that was taken from her.

You crawled up to her face, grabbing her chin and tilting her head to yours as you caressed her cheek with your other hand.

"Don't worry love, I'll let you cum. I'm just saving it for the main event."

You winked at her flushed face, and you thought she looked absolutely gorgeous with tears in her eyes and hair plastered against her forehead.

You brought your knee to rest in between her legs as you stroked your cock to full hardness, and she arched her back into the feeling.

Once you were ready, you pinned her arms above her head as you brought your cock to her soaked pussy.

She made a strangled noise as your head finally entered her hole, and you groaned lowly as her heat surrounded you.

Feeling her walls press against you, you sunk into the slick, watching her face as she registered the pleasure, eyelashes fluttering with the sensation.

Once you felt like you had gotten pretty far in, you pulled out before slamming into her.

Nejire cried out, and you grabbed her hips to continue slamming into her, chasing your own pleasure while completely ruining her.

You buried into her over and over, pistoning your hips into hers as you pulled her hips to you at the same pace.

At this point Nejire was falling apart, barely even able to moan from all the sensations pounding into her. As she panted, getting closer and closer to release, you too felt the pressure building.

You sped up your pace even more, thrusts getting harsher as you tried to bring you both closer to release.

"Daddy~" Nejire gasped, "daddy I'm gonna cum" she moaned out, feeling like she was going to explode. You could feel her pussy clenching down on you, and you were also getting close.

"I know baby girl, cum for me." You pulled her hips to yours in one last thrust, burying your cock into her and letting your cum flood into her.

As she felt your seed flood into her with its warmth, she let go with the feeling of you filling her up.

#sub character smut #dom reader #amab reader #sub nejire #nejire hado #smut #leonawrites

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actualfemslash · 2 years

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Dress Her Up (5181 words) by JajaLala Author tumblr: @jajalala Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Hadou Nejire/Haya Yuuyu Characters: Hadou Nejire, Haya Yuuyu

MOD NOTE: Contains explicit smut, further details under cut

Additional Tags: Porn, Smut, Getting Together, Teasing, clitoral stimulation, Costumes, Dress Up, Dressing Room Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Clothed Sex, Lesbian Hadou Nejire, Lesbian Haya Yuuyu, Slightly Sadistic Hadou Nejire, Friends to Lovers, Porn with Feelings, Minor Amajiki Tamaki/Toogata Mirio Summary:

It’s their final year and Nejire is determined to finally tell Yuyu how she feels after the beauty pageant. When Yuyu agrees to let Nejire dress her up as a “reward” for winning, Nejire takes advantage of the opportunity to dress Yuyu in suggestive ways and tease her until Yuyu finally realizes what she wants.

#hadou nejire x haya yuuyu #nejire x yuuyu #nejire hadou #yuuyu haya #bnha #rated e #wc: 3000-10000 #oneshot #a: jajalala #smut #mod wrote this #published 2022

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starstruckgrrl · 5 months

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MORE TAMAKI🙏🙏🙏

who am i to deny you 🫡

ꕤ*. synopsis: tamaki doesn’t do so well at hero events, but he’s grounded with you there. not to mention you give him the perfect motivation!

↳ ♡₊˚.warnings: smut, car sex, he says “i love you”, exhibitionism, unprotected sex, sub!tamaki, pet names, established relationship, lil bit of edging, cute tamaki naps for aftercare :3

a/n: sorry if the way i capitalize some stuff has changed, i want to make it easier to read!! i really hope you like it, give me some feedback or suggestions pls!!

ever since he’s met you, tamaki has been doing a lot better at handling any event that comes his way. his friends take notice, praising him for sticking around “this long!”

he owes his success to you, who he will often scamper off to. you’re always with him at every event, keeping him grounded and confident(ish).

usually, he’ll take you everywhere with him, making you become his bodyguard against awkward conversations or slightly passive aggressive behavior. however, you know that it is good for him to do some things on his own so he won’t feel so horrible when you’re busy and can’t escort him everywhere.

so the pro-hero Suneater is here, after several minutes of you gently pushing him, at a table with Deku, Dynamight, Lemillion, Red Riot, Nejire Chan, and a few other names from high school. while he does feel much better that nejire and mirio are there with him, the potential comfort he might have had is ruined when everyone delves into questions about his personal life.

tamaki mentally curses mirio, who asks first, “Suneater! i haven’t met that girl you’ve been parading around yet? when will i get to meet her?”

“her name is ——, and you can meet her soon, i guess? she said she would follow me over soon.” tamaki replied.

“she’s very nice, Lemillion! i met her once while getting a drink at an event a week or so ago, and she was nothing but kind!” Deku shot out, happy to have met a nice person.

nejire never passes up an opportunity to talk about something happy, so she began her rambling, “she’s so preeeetty! can you ask her about what products she uses in her hair? does she have extensions? does she wear wigs? if so, where does she get such natural ones?”

the indigo-haired hero you cherished began to sink in his seat, visibly overwhelmed by the onslaught of questions that had begun after the mention of his date, but felt better when he felt your hand pat him on the shoulder.

“hi, baby. are you doing okay?” you asked, loud enough for people sitting near him to hear, but to him nonetheless.

he began to sit up in his seat, the pet name being comforting enough to help him regain some composure, “yes, i’m okay, how are you?”

you gave him a small smile as you sat in your spot next to him, confirming that you were feeling alright.

mirio was the first to speak to you, “are you ——?! i’ve heard so much about you!! well, pieces about you, tamaki is kind of private about your relationship, but pieces nonetheless!!”

“yes, that’s me! it’s lovely to meet tamaki’s best friend!” you replied, recognizing tamaki’s description of his grade-school friend.

“AWWW, Suneater, you’ve told her about me!” mirio shouted.

tamaki smiled up at him, how could he ever think that he wouldn’t tell everyone about the person who motivated him so much?

as the evening went on, you had been asked plenty of questions, mainly by nejire. you had no complaints, as you found everyone thoroughly entertaining and sweet.

the whole time, you were keeping physical contact, even in small ways, with tamaki. it was the best way to make sure he knew you were still there for him and thinking about him, even as you conversed with the others.

over time, your small touches turned into something else. clasping his hand turned into rubbing his thigh, slight pokes turned into tracing soft circles on his bicep. the little things meant the world to this man, so you knew he was getting your idea.

about 3 hours in, tamaki’s social battery had been completely sucked dry. he gave you a special look and squeezed your hand twice to let you know he wanted to go, a signal the both of you had come up with.

you cleaned up your area at the table, stacking your used dishes neatly for a waiter/waitress to pick up with ease, and stood up. you patted yourself down as your lover stood up, and you all exchanged goodbyes as the both of you walked out, your arm wrapped around his.

the both of you walked out to the car, and tamaki slid his hand down to your waist and pulled you closer. you were stunned, he rarely initiates things, especially in public.

“tama” you cooed in his ear.

tamaki led you to the backseat of the car, opened the door for you, and sat next to you. he kept the door slightly ajar for what he would call “ventilation” when you questioned him later.

you kissed him first, a small but sweet kiss. your partner, however, kissed you again. longer, deeper. he grabbed you and held you close to him, and he leaned against the back of the seat. he began to unzip his pants when you stopped him.

“are you sure, baby?” you asked, knowing his fear of having all eyes on him.

“yes, i love you too much, please.” he replied, asking you to please continue.

you nodded at him, and got on top of him. you gave him kisses on his neck and bit him softly as you pulled down his pants to let his cock spring out.

you flipped up the dress he bought you special for this event, and moved your underwear to the side. tamaki brought his hand down to rub small circles on your clit, getting you wet for him.

you softly pushed his hand away, then brought yourself up, then down onto his dick. he let out a small whimper and you shushed him, “shh, baby, we don’t want anyone to see, do we?”

tamaki swallowed thickly, and stuttered out, “n-no”

“maybe you’d like that, dirty boy.” you teased, and he whined in response.

you bounced up and down softly on him, the friction of the base of his cock teasing your clit.

then, suddenly, you heard voices outside, a mere 10-15 ft away.

“oh, hey, someone’s car door is open. should we close it?” said one of the voices.

tamaki’s eyes widened, but he never stopped bucking up into you, and you never stopped riding him. he whimpered quietly, and you put your thumb in his mouth to silence him.

“nah, let’s just leave it. someone might be coming back to it in just a minute.” said another voice.

the both of you heard their footsteps trail away, and you looked at each other. tamaki leaned up to kiss you, and you could tell he was getting close. he was rutting into you from below, and it made you giggle.

“don’t cum until i say, tama!” you reprimanded.

he nodded quickly, confirming his submission.

you were also getting close, and tamaki always knew that you should cum first. you slammed down onto him harder, making his tip kiss your cervix every time. his cock was rubbing against a sweet spot inside you the deeper you went, and you came with a moan of his name.

as you were going through the aftershocks of your orgasm, tamaki began to beg.

“please, can i cum? please.” he whimpered out, his legs shaking slightly.

you kissed his forehead and gave him permission, and his cock twitched as he finally let go of the orgasm he had been holding. his cum warmed your insides and gave you an extra, satisfying feeling as it began to leak down.

“i’ll drive us back home, sweetheart, you rest. i know you’re tired” you told him as you slowly got up, grabbing a blanket that rested in the back pocket of the car seat, special for any sleepy car rides.

you laid tamaki down in the backseat and covered him in the fluffy blanket. you adjusted his pants and his underwear to make him as comfortable as possible.

you got out, adjusted your dress, and closed the car door. you got into the front seat and turned the car on and the heating up so your partner would be cozy on the ride home.

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a-shy-blueberry · 5 months

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Just Friends

A/N: It's been like a super long time since I've written anything but I felt inspired today, so I hope you like it! Pairing: Tamaki Amajiki x F! Reader Genre: Fluff/Smut Summary: Tamaki has no idea how to confess to his best friend that he likes them, but what happens when opportunity strikes? Warnings: Minors Ageless Blogs DO NOT INTERACT, Aged up Characters, No Beta, Smut, regular Tamaki Anxiety Word Count: 1319

Tamaki, I don’t understand why you just won’t ask her,” Nejire pouted. Tamaki adored his friend but these weekly lunches they had been having were starting to turn into a source of stress.

“I just can’t,” he replied as if he could even explain to her the leagues of difference there was between the two of you. The way your smile lit up the room, the gentle curve of your lips as though there was some kind of hidden joke only you knew.

You were the epitome of sweetness, but even still he could not bring himself to ask a simple question of you, couldn’t bear to see the downcast turn of your eyes as you pitied him. Softening your rejection as much as you could to avoid hurting him.

“Come on you’ve got the perfect opportunity right after this all alone with her, it’d be a great time to ask her out!” Mirio patted him on the back as if that would work to bolster his spirits. But he didn’t want to just ask you out, how could something as mundane as a date compare to how he felt about you. He wouldn’t be able to, he just knew it.

“I’ll consider it,” he said meekly to his friends, packing up his things and leaving the coffee shop. Your friendship was something he treasured more than anything, how could violate your trust in him, the comfort you felt just hanging out with him. You’d be disgusted by his ulterior motives.

Tamaki shook his head, he’d just be resolute to keep your friendship, which would be plenty for him. So long as you were in his life, he’d be happy. He kept walking, feet bringing him closer and closer to your apartment, and he tried to avoid that little voice in the back of his head, goading him for being cowardly to tell you how he really felt.

When Tamaki arrived, he was excited, the two of you had planned a movie night, a double header of his favorite movie and yours. It was sweet.

And romantic the small voice in his head said.

No, it’s not like that. He argued, God he felt like he was going crazy, he knocked on your door trying to focus on the present moment. You would probably think her was a weirdo if he kept getting lost in his thoughts.

“It’s unlocked!” You shouted. You sounded distracted, probably getting everything set up. Tamaki turned the handle and let himself in.

What he entered was the last thing he expected.

You were exiting the bathroom, towel wrapped around you, hair still wet. Tamaki felt himself flush.

“Sorry, I’m running a little late, just let me get dressed really fast and we can start our movie!” You said, turning towards your bedroom, the towel you’d chosen was small, and when you turned around, the bottom of your ass was just barely peaking out. Tamaki felt his blood rush south.

He could do this.

“I like you,”

It just slipped out, Tamaki felt his hand slap over his mouth, oh my god what had he done. You turned to face him, he couldn’t even look at you, he didn’t want to know that downtrodden face would look like. God you were about to reject your best friend.

"Are you sure?"

Am I sure? Tamaki had never known something to be truer. He steeled himself.

"Yes." His voice was confident, but he was in agony, skin flushed with color as he continued to avoid your gaze.

Your hands traced his hips. When had you gotten all the way over him?

"Amajiki, look at me," you said. Your hand trailed up his body to cup his cheek. Your other hand tracing circles on his hip. This was simultaneously the best and worst moment of his life. You were so close to him, he looked down. Your towel was starting to slip.

Oh God why did I look down?

“Look at me,” you gently reminded him. You were pressed so close to him; did he have a boner? Oh god he might, you were going to feel his boner and reject him. He was going to gross you out. He didn’t want to look but you were guiding his face with your hand, his eyes connected with yours and your face—

Your expression was soft.

“I like you too,” you said and in that exact second, Tamaki felt happier than he thought he would ever feel, the moment was absolutely perfect then your towel dropped.

Your towel dropped.

You were naked.

Naked.

Tamaki pulled you close, covering you with his arms as if onlookers would bust into your apartment at that exact second and he could somehow shield you.

Blood was rushing to his ears, he could feel the swell of your breasts against him, the points of your nipples touching his chest, but over everything, the musical sound of your laughter as he held you. He looked at you.

“Well, that could’ve gone better,” you said. “But you were bound to see me sometime.” You stepped out of his arms, holding his hands as you backed up, allowing him to look at you.

“Well…” You prefaced and something came over him. His lips crashed against yours, his hands holding your face as he deepened the kiss. He felt your tongue dart into his mouth and growl emitted from his chest. You tasted so damn good. The kiss broke but before he could have a chance to apologize for his outburst you grabbed his hand again, pulling him towards the couch so he’d take a seat. Your eyes were filled with lust as you straddled his lap feeling his half-hard cock grind against your bare pussy, his pants already dampening with your arousal.

You groaned, swirling your hips, rubbing on him, feeling him on your clit.

"I wanna feel close to you" you said, your forehead met his, your breathing ragged as you worked yourself up, your hands scraped up taking his shirt along with them as you helped him remove it, pinching his nipples before descending back down to play with the trail of hair below his belly button. Your lips brushing against his, over and over as you danced together, coming apart for seconds before coming together again.

Tamaki's hands moved down your back, stroking up and down before descending to your ass, a hesitant squeeze that grew more aggressive from the noises you made. Kneading your ass, moving you against his cock.

"Need you," you whined. Your fingers, stumbling with the buttons of his pants. Finally unzipping his fly and pulling him out. Stroking him till he was hard. You guided him towards your folds, swiping his head through your messy cunt, soaking the head with your cum and finally sliding him in. His hands made their way to your ass, kneading it as he moved you up and down his shaft.

Your hips were rolling as you tried to take him deeper, his fingers messy on your clit.

"Fuck baby please," you whined into his neck, lips sucking at the junction that met with his shoulder.

Tamaki groaned at the nickname, his wildest dreams coming true.

He thrust up into you, over and over, his fingers pressing hard into your nub, you felt your body jerk, your orgasm rushing over you, the feeling of your pussy tightening spurring Tamaki on, his thrusts growing frantic as he neared his end, groaning into your ear his balls twitching as he filled you up, the spurts of hot cum inside filling you to the brim.

You were panting, body collapsed into Tamaki. A soft press of lips to your forehead.

"I’m so glad I told you” He whispered, cradling your face, and bringing your lips to his kiss you. When you pulled away, it was with a smile on your face.

“I’m glad you told me too.”

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Chapter Twenty-Three - I’m Not Okay (I Promise)

Summary: Tomura Shigaraki was her dad’s boss’s son. He was the creep that stole girls’ underwear and tried to grope her in his room. But it’s not like he could get her Dad fired just because she wouldn’t sleep with him, right? …right?

CW: Quirkless!AU, Explicit Smut, Dub-Con, Coercion, Blackmail, Cheating, Sexual Guilt, Humiliation, Unhealthy Relationships, Virginity Kink, Groping, Power Play, Hate to Love, Emotional Manipulation, Emotional/Psychological Abuse, Self-Harm, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Implied/Referenced Animal Death, Slow Burn, Misogyny

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Even for a Friday afternoon the arcade was way more crowded than she had expected. The group had originally planned on grabbing a bite at the attached restaurant before gaming, but their new addition had created a bit of a logistical problem.

“I’m so sorry,” the Hostess bowed repeatedly and apologetically, “All of our larger party tables are booked for at least another hour. The most we could fit is a chair on the end of a four person booth.”

“Awww, really? I mean how small are the booths? We’re all friends, we can squeeze!” Nejire insisted, pulling Amajiki into a tight hug at the waist to prove her point, much to the quickly reddening boy’s chagrin.

“That’s against our fire code,” she bowed again, “I’m really so sorry.”

Yuyu, ever the pragmatic one, turned to suggest, “I guess we’re gonna have to split up?”

Nejire pouted, “That’s not really festive.”

Mirio, more than happy to put on a show to either sacrifice one of his friends to table with Shigaraki, or make show of how much he didn’t belong there at the moment, put a hand on Nejire’s shoulder, “Hey, we gotta do what we gotta do, right?”

Shigaraki was feeling itchier and pricklier by the second. He didn’t particularly enjoy being the center of gawking attention even under the best of circumstances. And this moment — standing awkwardly to the side as a group of kids already way cooler than he could ever hope to be were actively discussing the logistics as to why he was a complete inconvenience to all of them — was far from the best of circumstances.

He leaned into his one spider’s thread of a tie to it all, whispering nervously, “I’ll just go, this is stupid…”

Mirio, somehow hearing him, as if he’d been waiting for those words frowned “sympathetically” at him, “Awww? Are you sure?”

“Uh, y-yeah…” Shigaraki said, even he was a bit taken aback by how quick Mr. ‘Let’s Make Everyone Smile At All Times” was willing to kick him to the curb, “I-I’m making this weird anyway, right?”

Nobody really wanted to answer. That’s what the group of friends did think, after all.

But then she put a hand, a perfectly manicured lifeline, on his shoulder.

“Don’t be silly,” she pointed out, “Look, there’s a two seater right by that booth. Shigaraki and I will take that and then we won’t have to squeeze anywhere.”

The group all looked about each other, shrugging and mumbling positively. That really did seem like the best option. The group that needed to be altogether — the friends since elementary school — were indeed, altogether, and Shigaraki was neither ostracized nor isolated with people he didn’t know. It was a perfectly fine solution for all.

All except Mirio.

“H-Hey, those big party tables aren’t reserved for the night or anything right?” Mirio asked the hostess, and upon a confirming nod, he offered back to the group, “I don’t know about you guys, but I’m not starving or anything — why don’t we just put our name down and play some games in the meantime? Then nobody has to squeeze or split, you know?”

Another chorus of shrugs and “Yeah, that’s work”’s — and Mirio had his, admittedly, small victory over the situation.

Though it’s not like it lasted long.

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needybunnie · 11 months

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I should post something right? I hope the formatting is okay.

Here's the first chapter of one of my fics! Find the completed version on A03 and Wattpad

Summary: You are forced to marry Dragon Prince, Bakugou Katsuki, per your fathers dying wish. You try to do everything in your power to get closer to the rough blonde. But how can you when he's in love with someone else?

Warnings: cursing, violence, smut

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“You look beautiful.” Nejire said as she placed the silver tiara on your head and stepped back to admire her work.

You looked over in the mirror to examine your wedding dress. The powder white ball gown touched the floor. The beaded bodice fit your chest and abruptly flared out at the waist. The sweetheart neckline stopped right above your breasts and was embroidered by silver crystals. It attached to the sheer, floral off shoulder sleeves that hugged down your arms and ended at your wrists. The veil was light and tickled your shoulders.

“Thank you, Nejire.” You faked a smile and looked at the elven maid through the reflection of the mirror. You gripped tightly onto the bouquet in your hands. Your mother had insisted on a soft color to represent purity for the ceremony.

The ceremony. In just a few minutes, you would be married to Bakugou Katsuki. Prince of neighboring region, Deika. Prince of dragons.

You looked out the window as a wave of emotions washed over you. You knew this time would come eventually. With no brothers, it was your duty to marry to uphold the reputation of your kingdom. You never imagined it would be to him.

The country of Yuuei was full of different races. You and most of your kingdom were human. But among the country, there were fox people, elves -like your maid, Nejire-, witches, orcs and many others. And of course, dragon people. While Bakugou was human, he still had dragon blood in him. Not enough to use their power, but still deep within and enough to be allowed to be their ruler.

A light knock from a guard made you sigh. At the word of Nejire, he peeked his head in and spoke.

“It’s time, princess.”

Nejire looked at you and fluffed your veil. “Smile, princess. It’s a big day.” You said nothing as she led you to the hall of the ceremony. She bowed in front of your father and stood back.

Your father stood next to you. He was a tall man with silver hair and beard. Wrinkles littered his face, proof of his old age. He wore a black suit under his purple robe that followed behind him on the ground. Thin gold strung the white fur around his neck together and braided down his body. He held out his arm for you to take as he looked down at his treasured daughter.

“Are you nervous, dear?”

“Of course, father.” You answered. “To be married to a stranger was not on my list of things to do.”

He caught on to the bitterness of your voice and sighed.

“Forgive me.” He said. “I know this must be hard.”

“It’s okay. It’s for the kingdom.” You would do anything for your people. And after the incident 6 years ago, you knew one day you would have to step up.

“I only want you to be happy.”

“With the dragon prince!?” You loudly whispered. “You are not naive, father. You know of his reputation. It’s reached every corner of Yuuei.”

That’s right. Rumors of the dragon people were prevalent around the country. A city full of large men and women who hunted, drank and had nasty attitudes. At least that’s what you’ve read and heard.

“Do not judge a book by its cover, dear. Aren’t those your own words?”

Of course he would argue something like that. Your father had a habit of being too kind. But how could you stay calm with the gossip spread about the kingdom as soon as he arrived.

The bells rang before you could retort, so you closed your mouth as the music began to play. You looked down at the white carpet, nerves fluttering in your stomach. You raised your head slowly as large oak doors opened slowly to reveal you and your father.

The rays of the summer sun were cascading over your wedding dress through the windows of the large church room. The walls were a blinding white, covered with green foliage as gold chandeliers holding candles decorated the ceiling. Red roses tied by silver bows hung at the end of the white wedding benches on each aisle. A white carpet, littered with pink rose petals on the dark wooden floor led to the steps ascending to the wedding altar.

The seats were filled by all too familiar faces. Maids who worked around the castle sat in the front rows. Behind them were butlers and chefs. They dressed in suits and lavender dresses. The other rows were filled with various castle guests. You saw as some murmured nervously. Others cooed and lit with joy. The musicians sat to the left as they played the traditional wedding tune on string instruments.

Your eyes wandered over to your mother who was clothed in a velvet, purple dress that swept the floor with black embroidery around her neckline and waist. She had her hands clasped elegantly in front of her as she smiled at you fondly. Long Y/H/C hair reached the small of her back and framed her face beautifully. She wore a gold tiara with an amethyst stone in the middle.

You focused back in front of you. Piercing red eyes watched you. He was handsome no doubt. A strong jaw and tall build. With a bated breath, you took your first steps to your unavoidable future. Your steps were slow as the music played.

The blonde man, your soon to be husband, stood at the end of the white wedding rug. His bored eyes watched your every move as the nerves sunk deeper into your bones with every step. His face said it all. He didn’t love you. He didn’t even know you.

Obviously.

This wasn't a real wedding, constructed out of love. It was a business contract fabricated by two royal families that would gain something out of it. The arrangement was struck because of your father’s secret illness. He still looked strong on the outside, but only a few people knew that he was growing weaker by the day.

Now, your mother would be taking over as ruler. She will be the first woman in the country to be taking over the throne without plans to remarry. She loves your father too much to do so.That being said, she would be a target by others who would see her as weak. She wasn't. She could handle whoever dares to invade her kingdom. But still, you agreed when your soon to be husband's mother came to pursue an alliance and proposed intertwining your families. If there were to be a war in the future, you would be eachothers aid.

The only catch being that the children of the two families marry. That's you and the man with rough eyes named Bakugou. You agreed of course. Anything for the kingdom, even if it meant marrying someone you had never even met.

Whispers followed you down the aisle. Were they of joy or pity? You were too lost in your own thoughts to comprehend them. You didn't realize you made it to the altar until you were standing there. Your father released you and stood beside your mother. You looked at him bittersweetly then to your soon to be husband. The pastor smiled warmly at you as Bakugou looked spiteful.

He looked menacing. Like he hated this day the most in his life. You understand him. You were instructed by the priest to hold your hand out as the blonde put an expensive silver band around your ring finger. You felt numb as the pastor spoke. His words a distant sound as you stared at your ring with empty eyes.

You quickly repeated the vows Nejire taught you yesterday. As did he. When the words ‘I do.’ slipped between your lips, you knew your fate was sealed. It was too surreal.

“I do.” He repeated, His voice just as rough as his looks. The cold words matched his gaze. The short peck to your lips was your first kiss at 21 years old. It held no meaning. You pulled away and once again looked into his menacing eyes.

With that the wedding was over.

You walked together down the aisle as your parents and servants clapped politely. You felt sick to your stomach, but kept a bright smile. What was in store for you? Who even was this man now betrothed to you?

Who was the dragon prince, Bakugou Katsuki?

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Thank you~ If you enjoyed, come read the rest! I promise the writing gets better as it's my first fic.

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mercedesvince · 1 year

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Hello I’m Vince!!

I am a writer who is open to writing requests for x reader

Just a heads up that English is not my first language so apologies for any grammar or wrong use of words :(

RULES

This is meant to be a blog for x male or non-binary x readers

I will not write for female readers as of now (but might change in future)

I will only write for series listed below

no smut (I am not comfortable with that)

There are characters listed below underage, all characters will at least be aged up to teenagers, but even so I will only go as far as kissing

I will not write any sort of NSFW for any character under 18 (what i mean when i say NSFW I mean in a sexual way, things like cussing or slight violence I can do)

I can write angst, fluff or both

If you see a mistake in my writing please inform me on it so I can improve in future :)

If i missed a TW or you notice something i should let the readers know before reading PLEASE let me know, i’d hate for someone to be negatively affected by my writing

Please be nice and respect everybody and there wishes!!

SERIES & CHARACTER I WILL WRITE FOR

(If there is a character I have missed that is not on the list for a specific series and you would like a x reader for please ask and I will let you know whether or not I can write for them :))

South Park

Stan Marsh

Kyle Broflovski

Kenny McCornmick

Eric Cartman

Butters

Tolkien Black

Wendy Testaburger

Bebe Stevens

Heidi Turner

Criminal Minds

Spencer Reid

Aaron Hotchner

Derek Morgan

Emily Prentis

Jason Gideon

Jennifer Jareau

Penelope Garcia

David Rossi

Elle Greenaway

Matthew Simmons

Like Alvez

Kate Callahan

Tara Lewis

Sam Cooper

Gina LaSalle

Beth Griffin

Jonathan Simms

Mick Rawson

Scott Pilgrim Vs. The World

Scott Pilgrim

Ramona Flowers

Envy Adams

Knives Chau

Kim Pine

Julie Powers

Wallace Wells

Lucas lee

Gideon Graves

Matthew Patel

Todd Ingram

Young Neil

Roxy Ritcher

Stacy Pilgrim

Stephen Stills

My Hero Academia

Disclaimer I have not watched the series recently, so I do not have everything up to date and can only write up to season 4 :(

Anyone from Class 1A

Anyone from Class 1B

Any Pro Hereos

Any Villians

Mirio Togata

Nejire Hado

Tamaki Amajiki

Saiki K.

Kusuo Saiki

Shun Kaido

Aren Kuboyasu

Aiura Mikoto

Kokomo Teruhashi

Reita Tortisuka

Riki Nendo

Kineshi Hairo

Chiyo Yumehara

Metori Saiko

Chisato Mera

Hunter X Hunter

Disclaimer I am only caught up on the series not the manga

Gon Freecss

Killua Zoldyck

Kurapika

Leorio Paradinight

Hisoka Morrow

Chrollo Lucifer

Any Phantom Troupe Memebers

Ging Freecss

Any Zodiac members

Kite

ROTTMNT

Leonardo

Raphael

Michelangelo

Donatello

April O’neil

Stranger Things

Eleven

Mike Wheeler

Will Byers

Dustin Henderson

Lucas Sinclair

Max mayfield

Steve Harrington

Eddie Munson

Nancy Wheeler

Robin Buckley

Jonathan Byers

Disclaimer I have been trying my best to see the second movie but I have only managed to watch the first so I can only write for things relevant in the first movie :(

Stanley Uris

Ben Hanscom

Beverly Marsh

Bill Denbrough

Richie Tozier

Eddie Kaspbrak

SPIDERVERSE

Miles Morales (earth 1610 & earth 42)

Gwen Stacy

Peter B. Parker

Jessica Drew

Miguel O’hara

Hobie Brown

Pavitr Prabhakar

Spider Noir

Penny Parker

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That is all for now! Thank you so much for reading and feel free to request, I am new to tumblr so please feel free to let me know if I need to add or be more specific on something :))

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love-fictional-ppl · 1 month

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MHA Masterlist

*=smut, !=angst, #=fluff, (16+)= not exactly smut but not appropriate for under 16

Class 1-A

[Izuku Midoriya||Deku]

[Katsuki Bakugou||Lord Explosion Murder||Ground Zero||Dynamight]

[Oneshots]

!#Birds of a feather

[Blurbs]

#Pro-hero!Bakugou who needs you as his house wife(16+) X

[Headcanons]

#Stoner!bakusquad ft. Denki, Kirishima, Sero & Mina(16+) X

[Shoto Todoroki]

[Eijiro Kirishima||Red Riot]

[Headcanons]

#Stoner!Bakusquad ft. Bakugou, Denki, Sero & Mina(16+) X

[Denki Kaminari||Chargebolt]

[Blurbs]

#Bsf!Denki(16+)

[Headcanons]

#Stoner!Bakusquad ft. Bakugou, Kirishima, Sero & Mina(16+) X

[Tenya Iida||Ingenium]

[Hanta Sero||Cellophane]

[Headcanons]

#Stoner!Bakusquad ft. Bakugou, Kirishima, Denki & Mina(16+) X

[Hitoshi Shinso||Mindjack]

[Headcanons]

#Stoner!Bakusquad Pt. 2 ft. Bakugou, Kirishima, Denki, Sero, & Mina(16+)

[Ochako Uraraka||Uravity]

[Momo yaoyorozu||Creati]

[Mina Ashido||Alien Queen||Pinky]

[Headcanons]

#Stoner!Bakusquad ft. Bakugou, Kirishima, Denki & Sero(16+) X

[Kyoka Jiro||Earphone Jack]

[Tsuyu Asui||Froppy]

The Big Three

[Mirio Togata||Lemillion]

[Tamaki Amajiki||Suneater]

[Nejire Hado||Nejire Chan]

Pro Heroes

[Yagi Toshinori||All Might]

[Enji Todoroki||Endeavor]

[Takami Keigo||Hawks]

[Shouta Aizawa||Eraserhead]

[Yamada Hizashi||Present Mic]

[Kan Sekijiro||Vlad King]

[Taishiro Toyomitsu||Fat Gum]

[Nemuri Kayama||Midnight]

[Rumi Usagiyama||Mirko]

[Ryuko Tatsuma||Ryukyu]

[Yu Takeyama||Mt. Lady]

Villains

[Tomura Shigaraki||Tenko Shimura||Tenko]

[Touya Todoroki||Dabi]

[Blurbs]

#Random Dabi blurb

[Jin Bubaigawara||Twice]

[Atsuhiro Sako||Mr. Compress]

[Kai Chisaki||Overhaul]

[Himiko Toga]

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Demanding It All - Gojo Satoru Oneshot

Title: Demanding It All Rating: Explicit Fandom: Jujutsu Kaisen Pairing: Gojo Satoru x Unnamed Female OC Warnings: Slight possessive behaviour. Sex. Mentions of Gojo being an asshole (and ruining her dates with others) Summary: They've both finally had enough. Satoru does something about it. Sequel to Wanting More

Notes: Unbeta-d. I wrote this in a few hours and only looked it over a couple times so forgive me if it's not to my usual standards lol. It's also only the second time I've written him. I used/referenced a couple prompts from this post.

This is dedicated to @nejires-hado and the anon in my ask box who decided to complain to me about @nejires-hado sexualizing anime characters before asking me "Don't you ever look at yourself and feel shame?" The answer, of course, is no and because I excel at spite, I bring you this spite smut. Enjoy!

“Damn it, Gojo! What the hell is your problem?”

“Hmm?” he asks, looking not at all bothered by her anger. He’s lounging on her couch again, looking as though he belongs there. No matter how many times she’s thrown him out, he’s found his way back. Like some stray cat she never wanted.

“Why are you ruining everything?”

“Ruining?” he laughs at that. All it does is piss her off more. “What was there to ruin?”

“Don’t you have other people you can bother? Or Elders to irritate? Schools to reform? Some shit that doesn’t require you to dig into my personal life?”

He stares at her. Even if she can’t see his eyes, she can feel his gaze. “Who says I’m not?”

She tries not to scream in frustration. She doesn’t know what’s wrong with him or what changed. Suddenly, he was showing up more frequently, not to mention interrupting all of her dates, throwing his arm around her like she was his and demeaning every man she had met with. It was driving her insane. Especially considering she actually liked the first one he drove off. “I’m sick of this. I’m sick of you acting like you’re not doing anything wrong!”

He sits up at that, long legs bent at the knee with his feet planted on the ground. “When have I ever done something wrong?” He scoffs.

“You showed up during my date and told him our kids were waiting for us!”

“Oh, that.” He leaned back, getting comfortable again. “He was boring. I saved you from a terrible date.”

“I didn't ask you to!” she snarls. “In fact, I don’t know why you’re still here! We’re not friends, Gojo.”

He grins and she can already tell that whatever comes out of his mouth is going to irritate her further. “Oh? Then what are we, dearest?”

“A headache.”

“Aww, come on. You deserve better than them.” He stands up and moves towards her. She glares at him, inwardly cursing the Limitless that keeps him protected.

“I deserve some peace from you,” she bites back asking if he has other friends. She was angry but that was just cruel. “What is your problem?”

“You.”

She blinks, surprised by the tone of his voice. Satoru is rarely serious. Even at the brink of death, he finds a way to enjoy himself, to mock those weaker than him. Everyone is weaker than him. “What?”

“You are my problem.” He moves closer and she stops herself before she steps back. She’s not afraid of him. She never has been.

She glares up at him. “Well don’t stick around on my account.”

He sighs and she gets the sense he’s disappointed. “Haven’t you figured it out yet?”

“Gojo, leave me alone.” She doesn’t want to play his games. “Or I’m going to find a way to throw you out the window.”

He laughs at that. “Always so creative! Not that it would hurt.”

She reacts without thinking, shoving him back. Her hands stop before they can reach him. It just makes her angrier. “Fuck you, Satoru!”

He reaches up, grasping her wrists. Her breath catches in her throat at the feel of his skin against hers, the warm grip that holds her. Has she ever touched him before? Has anyone? “Promise?”

“Just stop, okay? Stop bothering me. Stop scaring my dates off. Just stop!”

“They don’t deserve you.”

“Yeah?” she sneers. “Who does? Nanami?”

His lips are on hers before she can even think. His hands still hold her wrists, keeping her in place as his mouth moves against hers. He pulls back, just enough so that they can breathe.

She stares at him, confused and uncertain. He kissed her. Satoru, who has strived to make her life hell, kissed her. “What–”

He lets go of her wrists, one hand moving to the small of her back, pulling her into him. The other hand goes to the back of her neck, tilting her head up towards him. His mouth finds her again. The kiss deepens. It’s hard and demanding, almost punishing for something she never knew she was doing.

She can taste the sweetness of the candies he had been eating on his tongue. His grip tightens for a moment and she moves her arms, reaching up to wrap them around him. She digs her nails into his shoulder, feeling him smile against her lips. She loses herself in the kiss, mindlessly wondering how it came to this while hoping he doesn’t stop.

His mouth moves, trailing kisses against her jaw, down her neck. She presses her fingers into the base of his scalp, trying to keep herself from pulling off his blindfold so she could bury her fingers in his hair.

“So good,” he mutters against her skin. “-knew it.”

She’d shove him off for that if she didn’t want him closer. She presses up on her toes, nipping at his jaw for the remark. His grip tightens slightly before he kisses her again. He steps forward, forcing her back. She lets him lead in the parody of a dance, ushering her through her own apartment as he sheds the shirt he’s wearing in between claiming her mouth with his. She doesn’t even question how he knows which way to go. There’s no point. Not with him.

She pulls off her own shirt, throwing it in the direction of her laundry basket. His chest presses against her, warm skin against hers. Somehow she never thought he’d be warm. His mouth finds her again and the thought is lost as she kisses him back just as hard. She bites at his lip, ignoring the way he laughs against her. He lets her take what she wants, all the while moving them until the back of her knees hit the side of her bed and she’s lying down with him above her.

Her breath catches in her throat at the sight of his eyes. Darkened with lust, she can barely begin to decipher the look in them before he closes them, distracting her again with his kiss. His fingers move, tugging at the shorts she’s wearing. She lifts her hips enough to help him pull them off. He takes her underwear with them.

She closes her eyes, unwilling to see his expression as he looks at her, bare under his gaze. Weren’t they always?

He doesn’t linger long. His hands move, mapping the curves of her body as his mouth traces a trail that only he understands. Her hands grip the sheets under her and she allows herself the satisfaction of digging her fingers into his hair like she wanted. She can’t stop the urge to yank on it, just because she finally can. He bites at her skin before pressing his tongue flat against one of her nipples. Her breath catches in her throat and the desire to hurt him fades against the need for more.

She hooks a leg around him, pressing him closer.

“Patience, darling,” he teases. “I want to savour this.”

She groans in frustration. “Don’t play with me, Satoru.”

“But it’s so fun!”

Her eyes narrow and before she can lift her leg to kick him off of her, he grips it, holding her in place against him. He presses closer and rocks his hips against her. The friction of his clothed legs pressing against her makes her gasp.

“Wait,” he orders. He bends back down, mouth on her skin again. He keeps one hand on her leg, keeping her against him. The other skims against her, cupping one of her breasts. His fingers brush against her nipple, tugging at it playfully before he moves to soothe it with his tongue.

Her head falls back, relaxing into the sensations. Goosebumps prickle against her skin that his fingers brush against. She’s going to be marked, bruises caused by his mouth. It's as though she’s one of those desserts he goes out of his way to find, the ones he lingers in eating, trying to enjoy as long as possible.

He shifts, moving down slightly and releasing his hold on her leg. His hand goes between her legs and she is left suddenly open as he presses against her carefully. It’s seconds before he finds it, thumb pressing against her clit as her legs clench around him. If he laughs, she doesn’t hear it, her focus only on his fingers and the way they are slowly pressing in. When his mouth joins, his tongue flicks as it replaces his thumb before pressing flat.

The pressure increases and she buries her hand in his hair again, holding him close as she gets closer to the edge.

“Please, please, please,” she begs. She’s never begged him before but she can’t stop. Not when there’s more. Not when she’s so close.

She breaks. He doesn’t protest at the way her legs tighten around him or how she pulls his hair without meaning. It’s as though all he can focus on is her and how she tastes. He finally pulls away, letting her catch her breath and come back to earth. She could finally understand why he called himself a god. Why it might be slightly deserved. Forget what abilities he could have, that alone was enough to redeem him.

He positions himself above her, staring down at her. His eyes are bright in the shadows of her room. She stares back, any hesitance is gone in the aftermath of her orgasm.

“Stop looking at me,” she says softly, finally breaking the silence between them. He smiles at her, something softer than his usual smug grin.

“I can’t.” Seeing her confusion, his smile widens. “You’re so pretty like this.”

Her nose scrunches up at the compliment. It doesn’t seem right coming from him. She tries to shove him back but he grabs her hand, pinning it down against the bed next to her.

“Don’t,” he says softly. He leans forward and brushes his nose against her jaw. “I want to see everything.”

“Don’t you already?”

“Not like this.” He kisses her again before pulling back. She sits up slightly, confused at the sudden coldness before she realizes what he’s doing. His pants are quickly abandoned and she can see the condom he pulls out.

“Can I–” her offer to help is cut off. He moves impossibly quick sometimes and before she can even move, he’s back between her legs. He pauses only to check with her, to meet her eyes as he positions himself. She hooks a leg around his waist, pulling him closer.

The stretch is uncomfortable at first, despite the preparation. He groans against her skin as he holds himself close. She breathes, trying to let herself relax as he fills her. Did it feel like this before? Were others lacking or was it simply more because it was him?

His lips move across her neck, an attempt to distract them both. She clutches at him, nails digging into his skin before she demands that he move. So he does.

Her head falls back as he thrusts forward. It’s so much and somehow not enough. She wants more. She wants to burn him into her skin, some proof that this is real and happening. That he’s really muttering in her ear about how good she feels, how he’s the only one to deserve her. How he won’t let her go.

She ignores that and focuses on how she feels. He moves one of her legs higher, his elbow under her knee as he tries to get closer, shifting the angle of his hips until her mouth drops open and words become impossible. The noises from them both would be embarrassing if she could bring herself to care. The pressure continues to build and she finds herself plunging into another orgasm before she realizes it. He kisses her, swallowing her scream as his pace increases. She leaves scratches in his skin, drawing blood as he fucks her into the mattress, refusing the ease even for a moment.

She’s teetering on the edge of another when he finally breaks. He groans, burying himself into her. He holds her tight enough to bruise but doesn’t move. The potential of her own orgasm fades and for once she’s a bit thankful if only for the chance to breathe, to hold off on losing herself to him again.

He pulls out, discarding the condom before he collapses on the bed next to her. She turns, moving to her stomach while she tries to recover her energy. How did they get here? Satoru and her were friends. Sort of. And now…did they ruin that?

An arm curls around her waist before she’s pulled into his chest. She glares, regretting the last hour already. His eyes are closed and she’s surprised at the fact that he actually looks relaxed. Not in the way he pretends he is, like when he taunts the Elders.This looks real.

One of his eyes open, peering at her. “Still hate me?” he asks, sounding far too amused for someone who just tried to fuck her senseless.

“Yes.”

His lips twitch at that. “Same amount?”

She pretends to think about it. “Hmm…maybe a little less.”

“A little?”

She moves, holding up a hand and showing an inch between her thumb and index finger. “Just a bit.”

He laughs. “Then I’ll just have to keep you in bed until you love me.”

Her face scrunches up at the thought. “I’m going to throw you off the roof.”

Satoru’s grip tightens on her, pulling her closer. She thinks she feels his lips against her hair. “You can try.”

“One of these days, Satoru…” she warns. He just closes his eyes, ignoring her. She tries to push him off, gaining a bit of space so she can at least clean herself up. His grip is firm though and he doesn’t let go.

“Not yet,” she hears him say. “Just…wait, okay?”

It’s too soft and she finds herself settling without realizing. “Yeah,” she leans back against him. “Okay.”

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#as for the rest of the ask...you don't want me to spend my time answering it. it won't go the way you think #spite smut #gojo satoru x oc #gojo x oc #gojo satoru oneshot #ridea acts out of spite

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