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jooniegukkie · 3 years ago

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can i request arranged marriage with toji and corruption please 🥰

wedding rings - toji x fem!reader (5k)

the zenin clan just can't stop meddling in toji's affairs. what's he supposed to do with the nervous little virgin who shows up on his doorstep and says that her family and his have said they have to get married? not fuck her?

warnings: not sfw/minors dni. arranged marriage. corruption kink. virgin reader. light cunnilingus, fingering, coming inside. light dub-con by nature of 'arranged marriage'. afab reader, fem pronouns.

[a/n: writing toji is always so much fun ;_; ]

When you showed up at Toji’s door with suitcase in hand, trembling lip and eyes all wide and frightened, he had laughed outright.

It was just like the fucking Zenin clan to be meddling in his life even now, wasn’t it? Even though Toji has abandoned them and slaughtered their ilk, their bullshit about bloodlines still leaks into every facet of what they do; and clearly the idea that Toji, even with his flawed lack of cursed energy, might be able to pass on the technique and hasn’t got a pretty little wife to impregnate yet had rankled them so badly that they’d sorted the whole situation out for him.

If he didn’t hate jujutsu society so much, he’d almost feel bad for you.

You’re clearly in the bloom of life; fresh-faced and innocent, not expecting to find yourself in Toji’s messy shithole of an apartment (why bother making it nice, when he spends so long out of it for work?). He wonders who you’ve pissed off to end up here.

As it turns out, you end up telling him yourself, a frown on your face.

Turns out, you’re . . . not quite just like him, but you’ve been fucked over by your clan just as much for not being able to be useful. You can see cursed spirits, but you’ve got no cursed energy, no technique – despite your clan usually producing good, dutiful, powerful wives. Disappointment of the family. He can understand what that feels like.

So they were probably glad to get rid of you. Might even hope you’ll bear Toji’s kid and it’ll have no technique to speak of itself, too – so both families can forget about you.

(Well, Toji thinks to himself with a grin – his family can’t forget about him, much as they want to, considering both his nickname and his line of work.)

He takes a sip of the glass of water he’s holding in his hand, green eyes focused very hard on you. You’re not in traditional clothing, like most clan members he knows would be; you’re wearing a pale blue dress that you keep tugging uncomfortably down over your thighs. Toji lets his eyes linger on your thighs, too – he might as well appreciate the view, he supposes.

Your suitcase is full of, as well as a collection of clothes in modest cut and soft, pastel colours, documents. Toji flips through some of them, nose wrinkling at the boring jargon. He does linger on a caveat about if you bear him children, they all have to take the Zenin name, and Toji and you will be ‘compensated handsomely’ for handing over the kid’s education and raising to the clan--

Bullshit.

Toji’s about to crumple them up on the floor and tell you to get the fuck out of his house, when he catches sight of you over the edge of the paper. You’ve drawn yourself in; shoulders tight, pretty mouth pressed into a tight line, eyes shining with a mixture between hope and fear. You look so lost. You look so innocent.

A little curl of heat makes itself known in the very base of Toji’s stomach; the thought of you being a good little wife, on your knees. The thought of him telling you exactly how to suck his cock.

He knows how the sorcerer clans raise women like you.

He knows you’ll be eager to please and obedient, falling over yourself to keep your man happy. He knows, too, that you’ll be pliant and agreeable – and that you’ll be pure as the driven snow. That thought gives him pause.

You’re seductive to him without realising it, in the totally guileless way you act, as if you don’t know that he’s considering how your tits would fill his hands and how tight your precious, untouched cunt would feel around his girth.

If he rejects you, what will your clan do?

You’re as fucked as him. He can see it in the shine of your eyes in his kitchen; you’re afraid he will throw you out, like he was thinking of. Leave you to fend for yourself on the streets of Japan, because there’s no way your family will want you back after even scum like Toji’s rejected you.

Would it be so bad?

He lets himself look at you critically. He takes in the curves, the dips, the contours of your body; the way you’d feel beneath him. Your face, and what it would look like lost in pleasure.

Perhaps it would be pleasant, to have someone to return to after a hit; to have someone warm his bed, curl around him, cook for him and take care of him. Perhaps it would be pleasant to take a pretty little virgin and break her into exactly what he wants in a woman. To teach her how he likes to fuck, how he likes her to act, to condition her until he can crook his finger at her and she’s bending over, presenting herself already slick and needy for his cock to use however he sees fit.

“Alright,” he says, draining the glass. “Sure, sweetheart. We’ll get married.”

Later on that night, he creeps into the spare room. You’re asleep on top of the covers in a cute pyjama set that’s all frills and froth and pale pink; elastic in the shorts digging into the flesh of your thighs, top clinging to the curve of your chest. His cock stirs in his pants looking at you. You’re so . . . innocent. There’s no mark to you; Toji wants to cling to your hips until there are bruises in the shape of his hands, wants to worry love-bites into your neck like a necklace, wants to ruin you until you’re tear-stained and whimpering and arching your hips up for him--

Calloused fingers trail along your skin. You’re so soft. Where Toji is all scars and muscle, your skin is like satin. You moan in your sleep, pretty face furrowing, and Toji wants to see your face creased in pleasure too. Your mouth drops open and he imagines thrusting his cock in it; how pretty and shiny your lips would look wrapped around his shaft, almost too big for you to even take.

“Look at you,” he murmurs, thumb skimming the exposed stomach where your pyjama top has ridden up. “Ripe for the picking, ain’t ya?”

Your eyes twitch. Eyebrows, furrow – and you blink your gaze awake, sticky-slow, to see your fiancee looming over you in the dark.

“What’re you—?” You ask, still sleep-laced, but Toji just makes a soft noise in the back of his throat.

“Just lookin’ at the merchandise, sweetheart,” he murmurs. “Wanna make sure you ain’t damaged, that’s all--”

“I—I’m not!” The cute little burst of outrage is ruined somewhat by the yawn that you have to suppress in the middle of it, but Toji grins.

He didn’t think the Zenins would send you if you weren’t – they wouldn’t want to risk the precious possibility of a kid born with power and technique not really being one of theirs – but it’s nice to hear your mouth confirm what he’s been suspecting and hoping is the truth.

“Aw, baby girl,” he says, keeping his voice low and even, trying to comfort you even as his hand is sliding further up, cupping one of your breasts (his palm brushes your nipple and he feels it harden beneath his touch, stiffening to a peak – he wants to see what you look like under there so badly), “C’mon, it’s fine. I ain’t gonna hurt you--”

“M-Mr Zenin,” you say, and the tremble in your voice is so cute. His cock is straining against the boxer shorts he wore to sleep in. You’re wide awake now; your eyes meeting his. “I—I know, but--”

He’s on the bed. He doesn’t miss how your gaze strays to his veined forearms, where the muscles bulge in his biceps, the carefully sculpted and maintained abdomen and pecs – he sees the swallow in your throat, the way your cute little tongue reaches out to swipe nervously over your lower lip.

Thumb brushes your collarbone and you shudder, your eyes fluttering closed at the sensation. He sees your thighs twitch, squeeze together – he’s willing to bet if he dipped his fingers into your slit right now, he’d pull his digits back out with your slick glimmering on them.

“Just call me Toji.”

“T-Toji—” Your voice pitches, shuddering with arousal that you don’t know how to handle. He’s heard that note in women’s voice before; that desperate ‘I want to be touched, but I know I shouldn’t want it’ wobble. He’s been the cause of it more times than he can count.

“S’okay,” he soothes, his other hand rounding over your hip, his knees nudging your legs apart. “You’re savin’ yourself for marriage, yeah? We’ll get the papers signed in the mornin’, I promise, botha our families are the kind to make sure things can be rushed through quick--”

“I—” You’re a little breathless, all needy and hot under his touch. It’s adorable. “I shouldn’t, please, it’s only a few days--”

“You want to.” It’s not a question. It’s a statement, as he curls his fingers about your hip, as he settles his own muscular thighs between yours and he sees that there’s a damp spot on the pale pink shorts. Soaked through your underwear and your nightwear? He forgot how sensitive virgins can be. “Don’t lie to yourself, angel.”

He leans down, scarred lips brushing yours. You taste like his toothpaste; peppermint on his tongue as he swipes it over your lower lip and you sigh as you allow him entrance. It’s the first mark of him on you, but he knows it won’t be the last. He deliberately presses his knee against your clothed mount, grinding it just a little – and you whimper into his mouth, heated and desperate.

“We’ll be married soon as,” he murmurs to you, pulling back, looking at you with lust darkening his eyes. No man has ever looked at you quite as hungrily as Toji is looking at you right now. And he’s so handsome, his touches gentle-- “You wanna be a good girl for me, right? S’just what a wife does for her husband, yeah?”

“Yes,” you breathe, and Toji grins at you. It’s a feral, starving grin, that you feel deep inside of you as you clench around nothing and burn to be touched.

He kisses you again, hungrier. He nips at your lower lip, his tongue roughly demanding entrance – he dances against your own. You’ve never really understood the idea of kissing with tongues, but Toji knows exactly what he’s doing; hitting a spot on the roof of your mouth that makes you shudder and gasp, your hands coming up to grasp his biceps.

The muscle underneath them is so solid, and Toji can’t help but notice how soft your hands are on him. He knows you’ll be that soft everywhere else, and the thought spurs him on.

“I’m gonna undress you now,” he tells you, thick and throaty. His big fingers curve under the hem of the lacy top you’re wearing, gently tugging it up over your stomach and then your breasts. That sharp green gaze caresses every newly bared inch of you, a soft sigh escaping his lips. “Fuckin’ hell. You’re a sight for sore eyes, sweetheart.”

Your skin feels hot under the compliment, Toji’s flat palm sliding along the softness of your tummy to round over your breasts. Your nipples have pebbled and stiffened in the cool air of the spare room, and Toji flicks his thumb along one (making you shiver, again, he notices) before he bends his head to suckle the bud into his mouth, his tongue lapping at it in a way that has your back arching and thighs clenching.

He chuckles at the noise you make as his lips pop off, and he turns his attention to the other side.

“Responsive, ain’t ya?” He asks. “You’re adorable.”

You give him a trembling breath as a response, which he takes as a sign to begin a trail of wet, open mouthed kisses down from your breasts to your stomach, tongue tracing the shape of your navel, teeth grazing your hips so gently that you barely feel them. He takes the waistband of your shorts in his mouth and tugs those down using your teeth, and the vision of him between your legs like that--

“Ha,” he says, as his fingers reach to tug them, expertly manipulating your legs so he can get them off without moving from between them. “Careful there, darlin’. You’re gonna soak right through the sheets.”

His mouth, again – kissing firmly against the wet patch on your underwear, his breath fiery hot. His mouth is solid enough that you feel the jolt that goes through you as his nose pushes against your clit, even through the cotton. Toji almost smirks at how much of a cliché the white cotton underwear trimmed with pale pink lace is, but the scent of you is too heady for him to want to do anything but bury his head between your thighs.

Lower. He kisses all over your slit, hard enough that you jerk, ruing the barrier between you two. His thumb strokes circles into your inner thigh--

He seems content to kiss at you through the fabric – but really, he’s waiting for you to give in. To beg him to take them off. From just how wet his face is even with the barrier in his way, he doesn’t think it will be long – and you do not disappoint. You raise your whips, softly mewling;

“Please, I –”

“Please, what, darlin’?” He asks you. “C’mon, you can use your words – no secrets from your husband, right?”

“I—” You’re so cute, squirming and feeling like a slut for him. He loves it. He loves the tremble of your body and the fact that your eyes are glassy with need. “P-please take my underwear off, I wanna--” You swallow. “W-wanna feel without it--”

“Aww, y’should’ve just said so,” Toji says. Fingers pry beneath the gusset.

He doesn’t bother manipulating your body this time. He simply tugs hard enough to split the seams, the fabric delicate from being saturated in your slick.

(Doesn’t matter, anyway. While he’s home, you won’t be wearing underwear.)

You gasp at the display of strength, swallowing – and Toji grins at you again. Oh, you like that? He’s got more shows of strength where that came from, don’t you worry.

He props up your knees with his hands and says;

“Wrap your hands around these, keep your legs spread for me like a good girl, yeah?”

You nod, shyly averting your gaze as you do just that and the position spreads you open lewdly; your velvet-soft folds bared entirely to Toji’s hungry eyes.

You’re already absolutely dripping, but Toji can see that you’re nervous.

“Don’t worry,” he soothes you, again. He can’t help but notice how small you look; the pearl of your clit nestled between curling soft petals, your pulsing hole. He knows you’ll take him, but . . . fuck, he thinks you’ll be a stretch. Not that that’s a bad thing. “I’m gonna open you up, darlin’, alright?”

“Y-yeah,” your voice is tremulous, soft – and sends a throb right to his cock. It’s been straining against his boxer shorts since the moment he saw you, but your eyes all big and glossy with trust and the vulnerable position you’re in and the knowledge you have never been touched like this are really doing a number on it.

But fuck it, he’s not gonna hurt you more than he has to if he’s really going to keep you around. He gently spreads your plump labia lips even further apart with his fingers, so your clit stands swollen to attention. You shiver under his calloused fingers, as he leans in and a hot wash of breath fans over you.

Toji’s tongue darts out to lap a long, slow stripe from perineum to clit, and though he can’t see your face any more, he hears the way you whimper.

Another. He lets himself soak his face in your slick; lets his tongue get deep between your folds. You taste so good on his tongue; honey-sticky and sugar-sweet. The tip of the wet muscle gently flickers against your clit and your hands are suddenly wrapped in his hair, your chest heaving in sensitive gasps. You keep your legs raised, so he decides to be kind. He eases his lips off of you for a moment to mumble, amused;

“Don’t pull too hard, I’m too young to be losin’ my hair--”

Before he dives back in between your legs, once more licking and sucking at the tender flesh. Your stomach explodes in fireworks, your heart beating so fast you can hear it in your ears. Toji’s mouth and tongue against you is a wet, lascivious noise that at once makes your toes curl in pleasure and cringe in embarrassment. Is it awful and forward of you to be enjoying yourself like this? Your family have always drilled into you that a proper wife isn’t a slut, but still does what her husband wants--

Toji’s not your husband yet, but this is fine, right? To have him eating you out like you’re a desert oasis? His lips lock around your clit and he sucks and your vision whites out for a second, your hands tugging hard at the dark hair in your grip--

And he comes away with a light laugh that still manages to shiver with seduction. His face is shiny with you as he looks at you with eyes half-lidded and still hungry.

“What’d I say, huh?” He teases you. “Angel, I could have fucked you with my tongue all night--” He likes seeing how the crude words make you flinch, nervous but pleased but ashamed all warring within you. Your lips are pushed forward, the moue almost petulant. His voice drops a tone. “Don’t look at me with that cute pout. You don’t know what it does to me.”

If he didn’t still need to stretch you out using his fingers, he’d take a moment to kiss you so you could taste yourself and just how needy you’d been for him on his lips. But he’s still driving a hole through his boxers, so . . . the sooner you’re able to take him, the better.

You’ve gone back to holding your legs apart with your hands. Excellent.

Besides. He hadn’t finished what he was doing, and he thinks it’ll be easier to fuck you if you’ve already come once. Your poor, swollen clit hasn’t had all the attention it deserves. You’re being so cute, so well-behaved for him--

“Relax,” he says, softly, as he eases his fingers from spreading you open, dipping them in the mess he’s made of your slit. “This might sting a bit--”

One finger finds your hole; circles the sensitive entrance, making the muscles in your thighs tremble. But you keep your legs spread open for him like a good girl, and he’s able to gently push his index finger in, first to one knuckle, then to the second, and then to the ones at the base.

“Good girl,” he breathes, barely able to breathe at how tight you feel around him. Your insides are silky and hot and wet, clinging to him like a lifeboat in the sea. He pumps the lone finger in and out of you, rubbing the pad against the inside of your walls until he finds the spot that makes you throw your head back and give him a long, choked moan. “There we go,” he keeps talking to you, softly, like you’re a spooked animal. “’M gonna put the second one in, yeah? You’re takin’ it like a champ, sweetheart. You wanted this, huh?”

You babble something that he doesn’t care enough to listen to but overall sounds positive. This one’s a stretch, his middle finger and index finger even tighter. But he needs to get three in you, he thinks, or you’ll never take his cock. You let go of your thighs, and he sucks in a breath – but your feet clearly need purchase on the bed, your fingers twisting in bedsheets now they can’t twist in his hair, and you breathe through the stretch so he figures it’d be churlish to tell you off for it now.

He keeps hitting that spot as he fucks you slowly on his fingers, until he can feel your cunt sucking him in, pulsing around him.

“Third finger,” he tells you, his own throat dry. “Next time I fuck you with this one, you’ll feel my weddin’ ring--”

You tighten around the other two at that. Cute. Three fingers opening you wide, scissoring inside of you, aches – but you’re being so good for him, the most that’s coming out of your mouth sweet little whines. Toji rewards you by crooking them inside you against that spot, his thumb coming to gently rub circles into your swollen clit.

He’s been teasing you for too long, and you are a virgin – it’s no surprise that the stimulation proves too much for you too quickly, and you arch your back at the same time as fireworks go off inside of you, your cunt fluttering around his fingers, tightening and loosening as waves of euphoria wash over you.

You soak Toji’s fingers with the rush of your release; the gush of liquid.

He whistles, low and impressed. So you’re a squirter, huh? Toji doesn’t mind that at all. It’s not like he’ll be doing the laundry – and it’s kind of hot, to look down at you and see what a mess he’s made of your little virgin cunt--

“That’s it,” he says, guiding you over the last low crests of your orgasm. “I think y’can take me now, sweetheart. Let’s get you comfy--”

He shows off his strength a bit, because he knows it will get you going despite the sensitivity of your body from your recent orgasm. You’re man-handled by him higher on the bed, so your head is on the mountain of pillows you’ve slipped down. He can pick you up as if you weigh nothing at all, despite the creak of the bedsprings clearly saying the opposite.

Your legs are urged to wrap around his hips.

“Don’t worry,” he tells you, again. He doesn’t think he’s ever reassured a fuck as carefully and constantly as he’s reassuring you; but then again, he’s never intended to marry one of his fucks before.

You, though – you’re so adaptable. So untouched. So different from women and men who come onto him at bars and flutter eyelashes and make soft little insinuations. He can corrupt you into exactly what he wants, and the thought of you knowing nothing but his cock forever and serving him like he’s the only man in the world--

It’s enough to make a lesser man come in his pants.

“You’re tired, yeah? I’ll do most of the work. You lie there and take it like the sweetheart you are.”

He’s shucked his underwear off in the man-handling, and now he shifts so that you can see the full glory of what he’s packing. Your eyes widen.

He gets that a lot. Even for a virgin who’s probably never seen a cock before, it’s obvious that Toji’s the real deal – you swallow, nervous, and whisper;

“I—what if it doesn’t fit--?”

(There’s a tremble of fear in there, that you’ve fucked up; that he still might throw you aside if you can’t take him, and now you’ve been utterly ruined.)

“Hey,” he says, all comforting and appeasing, “I ain’t hurt you yet, have I?” You shake your head, but your bottom lip is still trembling. “I’m gonna go slow with you, I promise.” He shifts forward again, the head of his cock catching against your entrance. “Just keep your eyes on me, darlin’. I promise, it’ll feel so good . . . you wanna keep your husband happy, don’t ya? I’ve already got you all stretched and prepped. Just breathe--”

He keeps up the steady stream of talk as he urges his hips forward, your cunt swallowing the head of his cock first before he’s able to push more of his shaft in. You keep your eyes on his, green eyes locked against yours – and though he can hear the shake in your chest, you don’t make any noise louder than a huff when he gets two thirds of the way in. He pauses there for a minute, letting you adjust – he can feel every minute tremble of your body, swears he can hear your heartbeat.

“Good?” He asks, and you nod – and he slides the last third of himself inside you in the same unhurried pace, until he’s settled hot and heavy entirely inside of you.

His eyes map your stomach, pleasure rushing through him at how big he must be inside of you; there’s the lightest shadow on your pelvis, as if he’s big enough to make your stomach bulge. He takes in the sight of you with all nine inches of him buried inside of you; the sore, spread-wide stretch of your cunt around him, the creamy ring of your pleasure where you’re joined.

He can’t fuck you vigorously – he thinks he’d fucking breakyou - but you’re tight enough that he’s getting plenty of stimulation just from keeping his cock in there.

“P-please,” you manage to form, through your swollen lips and your glassy eyes and your dry throat. “W-want you to fuck me, Toji--”

Oh, fucking hell.

You’re perfect.

“I will, sweetheart, don’t you worry,” he instinctively leans down and presses a kiss on your sweat-soaked forehead, flexing his hips so they withdraw the smallest amount. “Just lie there and take it for me--”

You do.

He doesn’t fuck into you with abandon, though he wants to more than he can say; plenty of time for that in the future, as your cunt moulds to his cock and it isn’t such an effort to get it inside of you. Plenty of time for you to learn just how hard he wants to rail you, until you’re covered in his bruises and there are friction burns on your knees – plenty of time for him to show you every depraved thing you make him want to do to you and make sure that you enjoy it.

He fucks you with slow, shallow strokes, taking most of his pleasure from the way you feel around of him; your eyes, your mouth, your heaving chest. You’re hot and tight and wet and grip him perfectly – his fingers digging into your thighs where they’re wrapped around his hips.

He’s been hard for what seems like hours, so it’s no surprise, either, that he feels his orgasm come quickly up on him like a steam train – it’s not like you’re going to shame him for coming quickly, you’ve never even been fucked before. So he lets the heat all gather low in his belly until he can feel himself teetering on the edge – and then, he dips his head and pulls you into a heated kiss as he grinds his hips in a circular motion inside of you and feels himself tip over the precipice.

His cock shudders and judders inside of you, shooting rope after rope of his come deep into your body; thick and hot and full. His teeth worry at your bottom lip almost hard enough to draw blood, the groan vibrating through you as he comes and pushing you into another short, trembling orgasm as if trying to milk him dry of everything that he can give you.

(You like him coming inside? He can work with that too.)

Your thighs are tight around his hips, your arms draping loosely about his neck as he kisses you. Your tongue nervously probes at the scar; the slightly raised line bisecting his mouth, and though he usually doesn’t like it being noticed or touched (he knows it gives him an air of danger, but sometimes the events surrounding it’s acquirement sting), he finds that with you he doesn’t mind.

With you, his eyes flicker closed and he just enjoys the closeness and warmth of your body, even as he gently pulls his cock out of you (you leak slick onto the bedsheets, again. He’s gonna have to buy some more laundry tablets).

“How’s that, darlin?” He murmurs to you, not moving from his comfortable place on top of you. “Glad y’didn’t save it for marriage now, huh?”

Your cheeks radiating heat is enough answer for him, Toji’s smirk so wide and smug that it threatens to split his face in two. He flops to one side of you, pulling you in, cradling you against him like a little spoon. He can’t help but notice that the curve of your body fits perfectly against his.

The two of you will fit even better in Toji’s bed, he thinks.

“We’ll get all the paperwork and shit sorted tomorrow,” he tells you, as he feels your breathing begin to even out, the tremors from your orgasm begin to fade. He could get used to this too. Someone warming his bed. Someone to cuddle up to on cold nights. Someone soft, to ease the loneliness he hadn’t realised he was feeling.

He doesn’t want to get sappy on you, though. He lowers his face to the shell of your ear, breathing gently, murmuring in a voice that’s still dripping with desire for everything you represent to him;

“The other stuff that goes with a marriage too. I wasn’t kiddin’ about wantin’ to finger you with my wedding ring on, darlin’.”

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jooniegukkie · 3 years ago

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Should I put a warning on this?

TW: periods.

Kisame has a keen sense of the reader period. Maybe it drives him a little crazy and brings out his animal nature(let's pretend that's true, I literally just made that up, but haven't really thought it through)

It would be cool if he made growling and chirping sounds ahhhhh

And imagine him approaching the reader like a predator sniffing the air next to her and poking his face into her neck/hair. Usually this can happen in front of all the Akatsuki members or when they are alone 50/50

Baby

Kisame x Reader

Prequel/Bonus

3.8k

|| part one || part two ||

Reader is on her period, fluff and smut, panty kink/panty sniffing, blood fetish, scent fetish, two penises with a knot, crotch slit, masturbation, excessive amounts of cum, brief mention of body image issues.

You speed walked to the bathroom, your cloak swishing between your legs as you practically ran through the compound as soon as you stepped foot. You felt the wetness seep through your panties, making you cringe as you clenched your thighs to prevent it from staining your pants. You picked up your pace towards your room─ time was of the essence!

"We have to write our mission report to Leader, Y/N-chan!"

Shouted Tobi at your receding form, stifling his giggles as he watched you stumble through the furniture in your haste.

"Start without me!"

You yelled back, stripping your cloak along the way down the hall until you shoved opened your door, startled a sleeping Kisame and ran into your bathroom, closing the door firmly behind you. You mumbled curses as you hastily stripped your pants, hissing prayers to not─ you saw the red stain in your panties had bled through your dark trousers, "Fuck!"

"Babe?"

"I'm fine!" you yelled through the door, dumping your soiled clothes in the bathtub and allowing it to soak for a moment as you cleaned yourself up, "Just had a little miscalculation". You hoped that you'd be back from the mission before you started your period─ but it came early─ thankfully, your mission ended earlier too. Unfortunately, or fortunately, depending on how you looked at it─ you had felt the telltale wetness trickle out as you raced through the trees, forcing you to pick up the pace to stop the mess.

You heard his heavy steps near the door and knocked on it gently, "Need anything?"

You bit your lip, then finally deciding on cleaning your whole body with a warm shower to relieve the pain in your back too, "Yeah, can you lay out fresh clothes for me? I'm gonna take a quick shower". You hesitated, catching yourself from confessing that you were on your period and accidentally soiled your clothes while you were on your way back.

"Sure, babe".

♡•°•°•°°•°•°♤•°•°•°•°•°•◇

Kisame laid out clean clothes ready for you when you got out, then dashed to his own bedroom, desperate to avoid the rich scent of your blood that stirred the heat in his belly. Fuck, fuck, fuck! You weren't supposed to be back so soon!

Closing the door, Kisame quickly went over to his bathroom to wash the smell off of himself; your blood made his head spin, and arousal burned his flesh. His instincts screamed at him to go to you, to dose you with his own scent, to curl you in his embrace and bury his cocks inside you─ to feel your pulsing heat engulf his lengths.

It was all too much.

"Fuck", he grunted, leaning his head against the cold tile as the water pelted on his heated skin.

The scent of your blood made his usually chilled skin hum in pleasure─ and it had only intensified when the two of you started dating three months ago. His perceptive nose subjected him to the rich scents of the world around him. He could smell people's chakra, their emotions if he concentrated, their desire, anger─ blood. The people of his clan gained the strength and build of a mighty shark, but it also made their nose sensitive to everything.

For the year that you have been in the Akatsuki, Kisame tried his best to avoid you during the most sensitive times of your menstrual cycle. Though your blood made his breath hitch and cocks leak─ nothing made Kisame weaker than the scent of your ovulation. You drove him crazy; it took all of his strength not to push your thighs back and sink his fat cocks inside your sopping cunt. His knot ached whenever Kisame pictured pressing it inside you─ especially when you started dating him and sleeping on his bed. Now your smell was everywhere.

Often, the only solitude Kisame had was the shower.

Kisame had hoped you would return a couple of days later when he scheduled to leave for his own mission. Unfortunately for him, Kisame would have to endure the burning sensation that came with your body's natural cycle.

"This is a fucking curse", Kisame muttered to himself, scrubbing his body with a washcloth while standing under the heavy spray of cold water, allowing the smell of his body soaps to envelop him. He concentrated on the subtle scents of the cleaning supplies below the sink, to the sweat on his body washing away. Kisame cleaned his body, the soft rag brushing against his crotch and stirring his cocks nestled behind the slit.

He ignored the sensation, focusing on the methodical motions of bathing himself instead of succumbing to the arousal licking at his senses.

After his shower─ Kisame went through the usual bathroom habits after waking, also taking the time to shave the stubble tickling his jaw. Kisame gazed at the man staring back at him for a moment, raking his fingers through his blue hair, probing the gills on his cheekbones distastefully, gliding his hands down the blue hue of his chest before sighing, turning away from the reflection before hate filled him.

The lack of mirrors in his room allowed Kisame to ignore the cruel hisses towards his body and weird anatomy as he moisturised and dressed in warm clothes. Though, from the mask of the fabric softener, Kisame could detect the faint smell of your aroma in his shirt. He sighed, a tender smile curling on his mouth as he inhaled deeply, knowing that you once again wore his clothes while he was away.

Kisame tried not to allow his heart to swell too much, imagining you laying in his bed, wearing his clothes that had a way of swallowing your smaller frame as you snuggle beneath his sheets. "Damn", he sighed, anxiety and passion swirling inside his chest as Kisame began to understand how deep his attachment to you rang if he grew sentimental over you wearing his shirts.

"Babe?"

Your voice flittered from outside his door; Kisame could sense your discomfort and blood even from behind the door. He groaned quietly to himself before opening it, seizing the wooden frame in a harsh grip as your aroma wafted through his nose, "You good?" he rasped, clearing his throat quickly and attempting a smile.

"Yeah, sorry for barging in on you while you were sleeping─ had a little bathroom emergency", you smiled up at him with slight embarrassment swirling around you, "But I made breakfast for us to make up for it". Kisame allowed you to take his hand and guide him down to the living room with the kitchen at the back, divided by an island counter.

Kisame sat on the island stool, watching you titter around the kitchen, placing two plates of food─ one significantly more food than the other for him and a jug of water to share. When you moved to sit on the stool beside him, Kisame grasped your hips and picked you up, setting you on his muscular thigh instead, kissing your neck to change your protests to giggles.

"Missed you", he whispered hoarsely, your blood making him feel dizzy and desperate to feel you close to him, "Cool if we sit like this?"

"As long as I'm not crushing your thigh", you muttered shyly but smiled to disguise your insecurity as a joke, "Just tap out when you've had enough".

"What if I don't want to?"

Your cute giggles sounded again when Kisame nuzzled his nose into your supple skin, deep growls rumbling from his throat, unable to stop himself from grazing his sharp teeth on your neck─ "Kisame".

The sound of his name whimpering from your mouth had him squeezing his thick arm around your waist, pulling you tightly to his firm chest, "Yes, baby?" Kisame gruffed, his other hand grasping your thigh and spreading it apart slightly so he could smell you better, his heart hammering in his chest when he sensed your arousal mixing with the blood leaking out, "You smell so fuckin' good".

Your body shook with want, yet you grasped his wrist, clenching your thighs around his large hand, trapping him from going any further, "K-Kisame", you gasped, "I-I can't─".

Swallowing the lump in his throat, Kisame buried his nose in your neck and breathed in deep, focusing on your body wash, shampoo and natural musk to distract him from the rich blood between your legs. Kisame retreated his hand, tilting your head so he could press a soft kiss to your parted lips before pulling away, "Sorry, baby", he grunted, willing his breathing to return to normal, "You hungry, right?"

Kisame lifted a forkful of fluffy eggs to your lips, watching you hesitate before leaning in and taking the bite.

He pressed a kiss to your cheek, "Good girl". Kisame submitted to this variant of his impulses─ doting on you and looking after you in your time of need, though he ignored the part of stuffing you with his knot.

You sighed into his embrace, threading your fingers with his hand encircled around your waist as Kisame continued to feed you with his mouth and nose pressed on the top of your head, focusing on your shampoo instead of─ the other thing. Kisame concentrated on keeping his heart rate regular and cocks from probing out of his crotch slit, determined on maintaining his secret for now.

Once your plate was empty, you licked your lips before turning and pressing a gentle kiss to his smooth jaw, "Thank you", you sighed blissfully, resting your head on his shoulder, "Can I feed you?" Your sweet request made him smile, so Kisame nodded, allowing you to do the same for him─ the domesticity of the act relaxed him in a way he had never felt before.

"Thanks, baby", Kisame muttered after swallowing his last bite. The two of you sat in silence for a while, basking in the comfort and warmth of each other's embrace until you yawned.

Kisame sighed gratefully, sensing your fatigue and precisely what he hoped, "Wanna take a nap?" when you nodded, he curled his arm under your thighs and stood up, cradling you close and carrying you to your bedroom. The exhaustion from the mission and the pain that throbbed your back and abdomen tired you out more than you cared to admit.

"Can I stay in your bed?"

Fuck!

Kisame planned to put you to sleep, hide out in his room for the day, then write you a note and run off on a mission for five days. His rejection died on his throat when you snuggled upon his chest and mewled in content.

"Okay, baby─ whatever you want".

Goddammit, he had to learn how to say no to you before things got out of hand─ though something told him that he would be chasing your orders for as long as he lived. Kisame pushed open his door and settled you on his bed, tucking you in his warm sheets until you looked like a small plush toy on his large mattress, "Comfortable?"

You gripped his hand tightly, your eyes drooping as you snuggled on his large pillow, his rich scent of mint and saltwater cooling your body, "You're not going to join me?" You whispered, pressing kisses on his large palm, nestling into the cocoon of warmth Kisame wrapped you in, slowly falling asleep until─ "I love you", you sighed sleepily, sinking deeper into the plush fabric.

"What?"

Kisame's breath hitched─ heart hammering in his chest; your sweet declaration fluttered around him, seizing his breath as he watched you fall asleep, unaware how your words affected him. But there you lay, clasping his hand tightly and snuggling into his bed with the gentlest smile gracing your face. Kisame felt himself drowning in not only your scent but love too.

Your relationship was only a few months old, but Kisame found himself falling long before you asked him out. Initially, he kept his affections to himself in fear of chasing you away─ he pushed away your sexual advances, ignoring the desire that would ignite if you so much as smiled at him. Kisame feared your reaction towards his anatomy and, despite the relief of his love reciprocated, this only increased his fear of rejection.

Now he had everything to lose.

"What did you just say?" Kisame finally managed to choke out, the air around him squeezing his lungs, whereas you just smiled in content and pressed your lips to his palm. Fuck.

Another breathless, "I love you", came from your sweet lips though your eyes remained closed and breathing became even.

Kisame rubbed your cheek with the hand you still cradled close to you, "I love you too", he said in a low murmur while lowering himself down to his knees by your side, brushing his nose to your hair with lips grazing upon your forehead, "I'll come back later, I promise─ just rest up for me, baby". With that and one final squeeze of your hand, you succumbed to your slumber, and Kisame turned off the light, then left the room with his heart still lodged in his throat.

You loved him.

For the rest of the day, Kisame took his frustrations out on the training field outside of the compound. He destroyed dummies, broke trees and exhausted his chakra levels until they were almost empty. Kisame trained for hours, barely taking the time to rest, only drinking water and breathing in the fresh air for as long as he could, untainted by your intoxicating scent.

Kisame laid on the ground, chest heaving and sweat coating his blue skin as he watched the clouds change colours into amber─ dusk settling on this corner of the world. He thought back to those words you whispered in your sleep; the wicked voice in his mind hissed that you would change your mind if you ever found out about his secret. For months, you respected Kisame's boundaries─ abstaining from sex, but it was hard to stop himself from delving his tongue inside your sweet pussy, you had him addicted to your taste, and his cocks twitched to feel the same.

You were Kisame's first real relationship─ he watched you from afar for months, allowing your rich scent to consume him as he became so deeply infatuated, Kisame almost didn't detect the trace of your attraction towards him. His eyes would follow you everywhere; Kisame would have to clench his fists to keep his composure whenever you would walk past him, your aroma wafting around you.

For a whole year, Kisame became subjected to your lingering touches and sweet scent, constantly forcing himself to keep his attraction a secret because how could you ever love someone like him.

It took Itachi's blatant assertion into the conversation that finally had the two of you acknowledge each other's feelings towards the other─ during a mission, no less. The three of you were on a mission, and Itachi had gotten tired with the questions for advice and bluntly stated, "Y/N, Kisame wants to date you and Kisame, Y/N can't keep a straight face around you. Please go date and leave me out of this".

Itachi walked away, mumbling about firewood and left the two of you in the clearing, awkwardly staring at each other until you pulled him down for a kiss─ and the next three months bled into the best times of Kisame's life.

You loved him, and now Kisame was running out of excuses to push you away, when in actuality, he wanted you so badly, your blood turned his skin flush and head reeling. He couldn't tell you any of that.

With a deep sigh, he got up, grabbed his sword and walked back inside.

Kisame held his breath as he walked into your bedroom, finding it empty and undisturbed since this morning before quickly going inside your bathroom to wash off the sweat. Thinking he was safe, Kisame exhaled and started breathing normally─ until the smell of your blood flooded him, overwhelming his senses; the fog of your essence surrounded the bathroom he just stepped in.

"Fuuuck", Kisame groaned loudly, "Where─"

A wave of dizziness washed over him; your hormones were rich and immense. Kisame keened low and deep, gripping the sink tightly in order to keep himself grounded. The source of your scent sat forgotten in the bathtub to his side─ Kisame picked up the garment, lust and shame twisting in his belly as he shakingly pressed the panties to his nose and took a deep breath.

"Fuck", he moaned low; the blood was luscious, rich, intoxicating─ Kisame felt his dick probe against his slit, arousal churning with a burning heat. "Fuck it", he dropped his sweats and tore off his shirt, turning on the water with one hand as he continued to press your soiled panties to his nose, groaning from your scent.

Kisame couldn't have you in the way he so desperately craved, so he pushed aside the embarrassment and used your dirty panties to scratch the itch you unintentionally produced.

Stepping into the chilled water, Kisame succumbed to the desire your blood created, his cock leaking with excessive amounts of pre as it throbbed between his legs while coaxing his second girth out of the slit too. Kisame imagined you between his legs, looking up at him with wide eyes and parted lips, hungry for his fat cocks.

She'd never want your weird looking─

Kisame silenced the destructive voice with a deep groan, beginning to stroke his heavy girth with your panties pressed firmly against his nose and the water pelting on his back. His mind slipped into a frenzied haze of lust, your fragrance consuming him as his eyes rolled back and cocks throbbed heavily in his hand.

"Baby", he rasped, thumbing his drooling cockhead, watching it dribble on his second length, mixing with the water rolling down his body. Kisame closed his eyes, envisioning you stroking his dicks with your warm hands, cooing how good he felt─ your tongue lapping up at the pre leaking out of his slit.

"You taste so good, Kisa".

You'd gasp, mouth wide and inviting, one hand fisting his thick length while the other encircled around his first cock. Kisame tightened his fist, imagining how tight your mouth would feel as you attempted to take his girth. He groaned, resting his forehead against the cold tile; you'd gag and whimper, your throat constricting─ Kisame would feel the muscles flutter on his engorged cock as he sinks deeper down your throat, mumbling praises while you breathe heavily through your nose.

"That's my girl", Kisame couldn't help but moan to himself, the daydream so vivid he could feel his body react to the ghost of your touch. You would mewl under his praise, hollowing your cheeks and relaxing your throat so he could slide down your warmth even further. Kisame knew he had such a good girl. Your scent enveloped him; nothing else existed in his fog stuffed with your blood, his cum and the sweat still clinging to his skin despite the cold water running down his back.

"I wanna feel you inside, Kisa".

You'd smile up at him, slapping his cock on your tongue invitingly, murmuring praises about how big he is, how good he'd feel spoiling your pretty pussy with his fat girth.

"s'good, ahhh─ K-Kisame".

Kisame's hips faltered as he fucked his fist hard, breathing becoming staggered, your panties buried under his nose, "m gonna cum, darlin", he groaned. His skin burned hot with lust; Kisame could barely feel the chill of the water when the scent of your blood surged through him. Both cocks oozed with pre, his knots inflating as he neared his release─ the image of delving into the tight, wet warmth between your thighs had Kisame groaning your name quietly. His tongue remembered the taste of your cunt well.

Desire consumed all sense of reason as Kisame started lapping the fabric─ his cock twitched in his palm from the taste, heat pooling low in his belly as he pumped his cocks in one hand.

"You gonna cum for me, baby?"

"Yes", Kisame rasped, the ghostly sound of your moans ringing in his ears, "For you", his hips pushed faster into his fist, "For my girl". He wrapped your panties around his cocks, using both hands to stroke his lengths and help him get off using the delicate fabric on his meaty girths. Gooey threads of cum dribbled, staining your panties with Kisame fucking his tight fists with his eyes closed and jaw clenched. The feeling of the soft fabric rubbing against his pulsing, hot cocks sent pleasure shocks through Kisame's body as his breathing became ragged.

"Cum for me─ let go for me, baby".

With one hand rubbing against his swollen knot, Kisame stroked his lengths─ one, two pumps, and the third had him throwing his head back, a low, loud groan of your name straining from his clenched jaw. Cum sprayed all over your panties, flowing in thick globs, leaking out of the poor lace and dribbling down his shafts. Kisame panted heavily, slumping against the tiles of the shower, allowing the icy waters to finally cool down his body with his knot fat and pulsating.

It took Kisame a few minutes to calm down; his body was tired─ so drained from pushing himself with training and the lust that had devoured him so intensely. He cleaned himself up and stepped out of the shower with your small towel wrapped around his waist.

Embarrassment sat where desire once stood; the weight of Kisame's actions finally dawned on him as he held the drenched fabric in his hands. It was not the first time he masturbated thinking of you, but this was the first time he ever used your panties─ let alone your period blood to get off.

And yet, the thought stirred his cocks back to life─ they clearly didn't care about the taboo of the act, so Kisame decided to wallow in self-disgust another time.

Kisame raked his fingers through his hair in frustration before wrapping your soiled panties with his own dirty clothes and making a plan to do a quick load of laundry before leaving tomorrow morning on his mission.

He slipped on the sandals he walked in with and patted down the hall to his own bedroom, finding you still sleeping soundly. The scent of your blood still made him hot, but it was a sensation he could ignore after the intensity of his release in the shower. Kisame walked into his bathroom, stuffed the shame at the bottom of the basket and arranged his laundry back to the way it looked before exiting to get dressed.

"Are you coming to bed?"

Came your soft murmur from the mountain blankets that surrounded you. Kisame finished putting on a clean shirt before turning around, his sweats hanging low on his hips, "Let's have dinner first". He ignored your whines of protest with a teasing laugh, walking over to you and pealing the layers of sheets that blanketed your body, "Come on baby─ you haven't eaten since breakfast".

You huffed, "I want to sleep", despite your protests, you allowed Kisame to gently drag you out of bed and put on your fuzzy lounge slippers. You yawned, stretching your arms, then looking up at him with an adorable pout, "Food, then sleep?"

Kisame chuckled, nodding as he guided you out of the room, "I promise", he clenched his jaw, disregarding the way his cocks twitched underneath his crotch when you leaned into his body.

There will be a part four cause I'm obsessed with this series haha

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JUST SOME BOY

Pairings: Atsumu x Reader

Warnings: Implication of cheating, angst

NOTE: this is my first time writing about hq boys so i’m sorry if it might be ooc :( also pls be nice about this, i know it sucks but anyway here you go!

Part 2

Being in a relationship with Atsumu for more than a year now really has been wonderful for you. You felt happy, comfortable and content with him. You make each other happy as giggles and laughter would leave your lips, pulling the other’s body closer to them. Affection wasn’t really an issue as kissing has been normal for the both of you. Subtle hand holding and nuzzling against the other’s neck has been a routine most of the time, eager to just feel the touch of the other. Mornings filled with soft smiles, brushing the other’s hair and leave kisses all over their face.

Both of you know each other like the back of your hands, being able to know if something’s troubling the other and be able to talk about it and work things out. You were able to support him throughout his struggles especially with volleyball and he’s always there to listen whenever something’s bothering you. It was safe to say that you can imagine yourself staying in this so called fairytale for a very long time.

But it didn’t last that long.

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destiel canon apparently but more pressing issue:

why is this edited and acted SO weird. like they both shot their scenes separately lmfao

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omgggg can you share ur list of things you’ve read ? 😭 i feel like i’ve hit rock bottom thinking i’ve read everything

Alright, here we go, these are a few of my favorite reader-inserts I have saved on my AO3:

Multi Ships (collection of one shots/love triangles)

Dear Diary: Bakugo VS Midoriya VS Todoroki. Reader had her heart broken by Bakugo, moves on and develops feelings for Midoriya that might be mutual?, and now Bakugo likes reader but is a fucking dick about it and Midoriya is an oblivious green bean. Meanwhile Todoroki is just a sweety, acting like a real friend and being there for reader during the drama (that he sometimes causes). Angst alert, just pure angst. I love it as much as i want to pull out all my hair cause of these idiot children. (Wordcount: 77415 Status: Incomplete)

The Void You Left Behind: Past Kirishima/Reader, Bakugo/Reader. Reader was married to Kirishima who sadly died while on the job. Bakugo and reader mourn together and help each other to move on. The grief in this was so realistic and well done, you will feel like you were hit by a truck. I cried and had to take breaks. (Wordcount: 71016 Status: Complete)

Million Reasons: Past Bakugo/reader, Midoriya/Reader. Bakugo and reader were married, but Bakugo (a total dick) cheats on reader and was abusive towards reader who ends up leaving him, changing jobs, and now working for the current number one hero Deku. Warning: Domestic violence, abusive and manipulative behavior. (Wordcount: 55693 Status: Incomplete)

MULT-FANDOM COLLECTION (my-american-hero): Multiple story collection, not just bnha. Author’s tumblr account.

BNHA College Reader Inserts series: 5 works, all in college. Really like the Bakugo/Reader centric fics in this one, reader doesn’t take his shit. (Wordcount total of all works: 62691 Status: Series incomplete, but only one of the works isn’t complete.)

Baby no Hero Academia: Multiple stories of our favorite characters being parents. (Wordcount: 72822 Status: incomplete)

My Hero Academia Images: multi story collection. If you like these, look at the other works by this author. Some are choose your own route stories with different endings for each ship. (Wordcount: 240426 Status: incomplete)

My hero academia one-shots!: smutty and fluffy one shots with multiple characters. (Wordcount: 155424 Status: complete)

Boku no Hero Academia One-Shots/Imagines~! (lady-Bakuhoe): one-shot collection. Didn’t realize right away that I had been reading lady-bakuhoe’s stuff for months on AO3. (Wordcount: 39963 Status: complete)

Ship Centric:

Bakugo/Reader

Bakugou, Katsuki ( Alpha!Bakugou ; Omegaverse )(AO3 Link) (Tumblr Link): Smut one-shot, omegaverse, alpha/omega, daddy kink. (Wordcount: 5087)

Wolves Among Us: I’m pretty sure everyone knows this one, still putting it down. Werewolf!Bakugo x Human!Reader, Fantasy AU. (Wordcount: 334465 Status: Incomplete)

Bakugou Household: Domestic Bakugo just being the best dad. (Wordcount: 37867 Status: incomplete)

Types of Love: A bunch of one-shots about different types of love with Bakugo as the center subject. (Wordcount: 10243 Status: Complete)

Sex is a learning, even for shitheads.: Porn with Plot. Focuses on the evolution of the relationship between reader and Bakugo and their sex lives together, from first learning how to do the sex and controlling quirks during to exploring kinks, likes and dislikes. (Wordcount: 73453 Status: Complete)

Speak (Katsuki Bakugou x Reader): Soulmate Au- first words tattooed on body. Reader isnt too thrilled about the resident gremlin of 1-A is her soulmate. Smut included. (Wordcount: 153848 Status: Complete)

Knockout: I just started this one today, but I like it so far. Underground kickboxer au, kickboxer!Bakugo meets card girl!reader. (Wordcount: 85297 Status: complete)

His Tyranny: Fantasy au. Barbarian King Bakugo is power hungry, looking for anything to boost his strength, takes reader, a girl with a strong and dangerous magical ability, from the tower she was locked away in. (Wordcount: 76038 Status: complete)

Dakimakura: Bakugo develops a crush. Porn with plot. (Wordcount: 48657 Status: Complete)

Secret Admirer: Reader leaves Bakugo love letters. Things get steamy when reader gets caught. (Wordcount: 2278 Status: complete)

Kirishima/Reader

How to get a boyfriend?: Reader is Bakugo’s little sister and wants a boyfriend, she has her eyes set on her brother’s manly best friend. (Wordcount: 22431 Status: complete)

A Helping Hand (author’s tumblr https://thetrashyartwitch.tumblr.com/): No quirk au. Reader wants to better herself by going to the gym and develops a crush on Kirishima who was just being himself and being kind to reader. This gets a gold star from me, I read this over and over and I still love it so much. (Wordcount: 5707 Status: complete, one-shot)

Rising Sun (Btw, don’t bug the author about updating, they already get hounded about this one and other fics. The wait will be worth it.): Fantasy au and arrange marriage between princess!reader and dragon!Kirishima. Reader is in an entirely new environment and culture, getting to know her new kingdom and husband. (Wordcount: 14667 Status: incomplete)

Crimison|Ink (Kirishima x Reader) : I know I posted about this one before, but I will post about this again. I read this so many times, I have it downloaded on my phone to read offline. I don’t even know where to begin to describe this one, I just love it so much and can’t wait for it to come back. I don’t want to say I have a favorite, cause I love all of these… but if I had to choose *cough* this one *cough*. Summary: “Kirishima and his band of heavily tattooed brothers own and run a very well known tattoo shop together. One day a girl wonders into the shop in search of a tattoo to mark the start of her new life. Soon enough she’ll learn that this ‘family’ business is more than just buzzing tattoo guns and ink, and finds herself caught up in the middle of it, all while having to deal with a certain sharp-toothed pain in the ass.” Warning: violence, blood and gore, toxic past relationships. (Wordcount: 119179 Status: incomplete)

Oranges: Omegaverse, alpha!female!Reader/Omega!Kirishima. Mutual pining childhood friends who are oblivious towards each other’s feelings while everyone notices. (Wordcount: 19695 Status: Complete)

Anger Management: smut one-shot, reader is pissed about something at work and uses Kirishima to get rid of the rage by riding him till she’s no longer angry. (Wordcount: 1509 Status: Complete)

The Pizza Delivery Guy: Modern and College Au. Reader’s roommate Mina puts in to send the cutest delivery boy over. Best customer service experience ever. Pure fluff and flirting. Wanna see more. (Wordcount: 1607 Status: Complete)

Better Late Than Never: Dumb dumbs pining over each other both thinking they are just friends. (Wordcount: 2996 Status: complete)

Boyfriend Me: Short and simple, i live for the fluff and awkward kirishima. Accidental confessions and lack of words when around your crush. (Wordcount: 701 Status: complete)

The Heat of a Dragon: Pure smut with fantasy dragon!kirishima… who has two dicks. (Wordcount: 2464 Status: Complete)

All in his head: Reader has a mind reading quirk and Kirishima has a surprisingly dirty mind, sexy times ensues. (Wordcount: 1415 Status: Complete)

Fatgum/Reader (warning: all are smut fics)

First Time: This was my first fatgum fic I ever read and it’s still one of my top faves. Reader and Fatgum finally take steps into becoming intimate. Fluffy porn with plot. Size difference, totally a size queen’s go to fic. (Wordcount: 5394 Status: complete)

Sugar : Another first time fic, this time with a baker!reader in the middle of her kitchen. Size difference. (Wordcount: 6241 Status: Complete)

Dine and Dash: Celebratory public sex. (Wordcount: 2883 Status: complete)

Brick Walls are Great Support: Public sex in an alleyway. (Wordcount: 3006 Status: complete)

Drizzle: Valentine’s day sexy times with food. (Wordcount: 3017 Status:Complete)

Temporary: Omegaverse, Omega!reader goes to a heat/rut house and meets alpha!Fatgum. (Wordcount: 3367 Status: Complete)

Not a typical Office Romance: office sexy times. (Wordcount: 2006 Status: complete)

Midoriya/Reader

Warmth of You: collection of Deku/reader one-shot smuts. I actually love this author a lot, does some of the best bottom Bakugo fics I have ever read. If you like bakudeku, check out their other works.

“Just Friends” : Jealous Midoriya doesn’t like being called just friends and reminds the reader that they are way more. Smut. (Wordcount: 3492 Status: complete)

Sero/Reader

Hero Santa: Best friends become something more during movie night in a blanket fort. Fluffy smut that makes me smile. (Wordcount: 4936 Status: complete)

Hoodie [SeroxReader]: post-break up, the only thing left behind was one of Sero’s hoodies that Reader still wears. Angst. (Wordcount: 3284 Status: complete)

Sour. Sweet. Gone.: no quirk and college au. Sero and reader are both pining idiots who go from friends to enemies to lovers. (Wordcount: 10448 Status: complete)

Tape residue: fluff smut, friends to lovers. Sero misread some signals but it all ends well. (Wordcount: 3410 Status: Complete)

A Seronade of Misunderstandings: Sero plans the most romantic and cheesy way for the first time but reader thinks his secretive behavior means he’s cheating. (Wordcount: 3420 Status: Complete)

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