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[destypenny]

I can't get subby men out of my head today. 😩 I know you see Rafayel as a sub, but what would a subby version of all the others be like?

Would love a text + couple example vids if possible!! 😍😍😍

i actually believe xavier, rafayel, and caleb are completely pathetic and would genuinely do anything

first my beautiful baby boy

this just felt like him idk

> i genuinely think if you told him the only way he's getting off tonight is by humping your leg, he's on his knees before you finish the sentence. he's not particularly obedient but he does listen well (if that makes any sense), like it's not like he's begging and pleading with you, instead he's more just going off of what'll get him off.

>less talking, just a lot of grunting and his eyebrows are constantly furrowed like he's begging for approval and for you to tell him he's good to go.

on his knees for the new outfit

heheheh

> i think he's just as feral as xavier, except he desires more praise. would scoff if you told him to get himself off but eventually he's begging you to let him cum.

> "c'mon pips, please let me cum already" / lots of begging, like long drawn out strings of pleases until you break and say yes

big guy... big load... WOAH WHO SAID THAT

> less sub, more just letting you take the lead. i think he thinks you are just so cute and he can't bring himself to ruin your fun

> "maybe we should do this more." / "tired yet?" / "still enjoying yourself?"

if this isn't zayne to you guys too im deactivating

i know this isnt subby but this is so zayne...

> like sylus where he isn't really submissive but just letting you take the lead. finds you less cute, more bratty.

> "looks like you're having plenty of fun..." / "you've done enough."

heheheh.... raf laid out on the bed heheheh

> when he subs for you he becomes a brat, pillow prince if you will, and just wants you to treat him like the good boy he is

i have to wake up in less than 5 hours to get up to go to my last exam but i wanted to give u guys a bit of content after so long... so sorry this is so short

[destypenny]

I can't get subby men out of my head today. 😩 I know you see Rafayel as a sub, but what would a subby version of all the others be like?

Would love a text + couple example vids if possible!! 😍😍😍

i actually believe xavier, rafayel, and caleb are completely pathetic and would genuinely do anything

first my beautiful baby boy

this just felt like him idk

> i genuinely think if you told him the only way he's getting off tonight is by humping your leg, he's on his knees before you finish the sentence. he's not particularly obedient but he does listen well (if that makes any sense), like it's not like he's begging and pleading with you, instead he's more just going off of what'll get him off.

>less talking, just a lot of grunting and his eyebrows are constantly furrowed like he's begging for approval and for you to tell him he's good to go.

on his knees for the new outfit

heheheh

> i think he's just as feral as xavier, except he desires more praise. would scoff if you told him to get himself off but eventually he's begging you to let him cum.

> "c'mon pips, please let me cum already" / lots of begging, like long drawn out strings of pleases until you break and say yes

big guy... big load... WOAH WHO SAID THAT

> less sub, more just letting you take the lead. i think he thinks you are just so cute and he can't bring himself to ruin your fun

> "maybe we should do this more." / "tired yet?" / "still enjoying yourself?"

if this isn't zayne to you guys too im deactivating

i know this isnt subby but this is so zayne...

> like sylus where he isn't really submissive but just letting you take the lead. finds you less cute, more bratty.

> "looks like you're having plenty of fun..." / "you've done enough."

heheheh.... raf laid out on the bed heheheh

> when he subs for you he becomes a brat, pillow prince if you will, and just wants you to treat him like the good boy he is

i have to wake up in less than 5 hours to get up to go to my last exam but i wanted to give u guys a bit of content after so long... so sorry this is so short

[destypenny]

AOS WHEN THEIR S/O GETS HURT

genre. fluff. headcanon/reaction. warnings. injuries, fighting, and crying mentioned (not in detail at all). pairing. uk/yul/danggu/won x reader (all separate). wc. 750 (150-200 each). request. no. a/n. why do i think my writer's block is back help 😭 i'm so sorry if this is shit

JANG UK

he would be panicked but he wouldn’t show it

I think he’d be more angry than scared, and by angry, I mean really angry

like whoever hurt you is about to have all hell brought down on them

he has the ice stone, he’s the most powerful man in the world, he can definitely deal with whatever dude decided to mess with his s/o

he makes sure to check that you’re okay first before dealing with the situation, but it’ll just be a quick check, he wouldn’t stay too long

he likes to have the situation properly dealt with before he lets his guard down again

he’d be all soft afterwards with you especially if you were still injured

he can switch so quickly and drastically from scary and powerful to gentle and in love

he’ll make sure you take medicine or get medical attention from Sejukwon immediately 

because you’re his top priority and he wants to make sure you’re safe before anything else

he might think about scolding you for not being careful

but then he’d also have to scold himself for not protecting you like he should, so he ends up staying quiet and just asking you if you’re okay in that soft worried voice of his

SEO YUL

like Uk, Yul wouldn’t show how worried he was

but he would be absolutely panic stricken inside

his heart would be beating so fast and he’d have to really focus on his breathing to not lose control

you getting hurt is like his worst nightmare

and he gets so flustered and scared that he definitely needs someone to accompany him to go find you because this boy is going to lose sense of direction quick 😭

he’ll drop whatever he’s doing to go to you immediately 

if there’s an enemy in the way, he will deal with them in order to get to you, but he needs to make sure you’re okay before confronting whoever did it 

he’d inspect you so carefully, the poor baby :(

even if it’s a little scratch that was an accident, he’d treat you as if you were made of glass even days after

and would always ask you how you were feeling and if there was anything you needed

he’s usually shy when you ask for hugs or kisses, but one of the only times when he’ll agree immediately is when you’re hurt

he just wants to make sure that he does everything in his power to make you feel better <3

PARK DANGGU

absolutely horrified, shocked, scared

he’s very emotive in his face unlike his friends

rushes to wherever you are, the panic practically surging through his entire body

if there was any fighting that needed to happen, he would calm himself down enough to not also get hurt in the fight

but he’s mainly just trying to get to you as fast as possible

could possibly cry depending on how badly you were injured

I feel like if he would, without thinking, pull you into a tight hug as soon as he saw you

and it would be such a tight hug that it would press on your wound

the only thing coming out of his mouth after you winced in pain is a string of “sorry”

he feels so bad, but his brain is honestly such a mess because of how worried he is

he’s a clumsy baby, so he might possibly make the situation worse on accident (before making it better with kisses and medical attention)

GO WON

makes it the absolute biggest deal, no matter if it’s a serious situation or a simple cut or scrape

he’s dramatic, you can’t tell me otherwise

but he would be genuinely worried about you because he cares about you so much 

he is going to make sure everyone knows that you are his top priority just by how he drops everything and makes sure of your safety before anything else

and if any of the royal guards were responsible for not keeping you safe, he might fire them on the spot, just saying

he’ll make sure you get attended by the best masters in Sejukwon

he’s not going to take any chances when it comes to you and your safety

would be stubborn and either not let you leave his sight or have guards accompany you everywhere (new guards, not the old ones)

if his duties pulled him away from you, you would be on his mind every second until he knew that you were completely recovered

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[destypenny]

The lack of alchemy of souls x reader just makes me wanna crawl into a hole and stay there.

[destypenny]

Hi I really love your writing ! Could you please write about the reader is heavily pregnant and gets caught in a villain attack and goes into labor and deku her husband and some of the other hero’s have to help her deliver

"Through Fire and Heartbeats"

The sun hung heavy in the sky, painting the shattered cityscape in burnt orange and red. Smoke curled upward from broken buildings, the acrid scent of burning metal lingering in the air.

You hadn’t meant to be here.

You were only supposed to stop by the Hero Commission headquarters — drop off some documents Izuku had forgotten. But the villain’s attack had come fast, chaotic, and brutal. A massive quake had thrown you off your feet, and now you sat, panting, wedged between the remains of two buildings, clutching your belly as a sharp pain rippled through you again.

You were in labor.

Your fingers trembled as you pressed a shaking hand to your communicator. “I-Izu... Izuku... I think it’s— It’s time.”

The response was instant. “Where are you?! Are you safe?!” His voice cracked over the comm, panic bleeding through the static.

“I’m stuck... near the east block collapse. I—” You gasped, another contraction hitting like a freight train. “I don’t think I can move.”

There was a moment of tense silence, and then his voice returned — low, focused, heroic.

“Hold on. I’m coming.”

---

It wasn’t just him. You could hear the crackle of radios, urgent shouting, the unmistakable BOOM of Bakugo’s explosions in the distance. Ochaco’s voice chimed in next. “I see her! I'm lowering the rubble!”

A chunk of debris lifted above you like it was weightless, and cool air rushed in. Through the dust, you saw her — Uraraka, floating above with a strained smile.

“Hey, Mama,” she said, voice shaking a little. “Let’s get you out of here.”

You barely managed a nod before another contraction seized you.

Then — footsteps. Fast. Scrambling. The next second, strong arms wrapped around you. Green curls, dirt-smudged freckles, wide teary eyes.

“Izuku—” you breathed, clinging to him.

“I’m here. I’m here.” He cupped your face, kissing your forehead. “You’re doing amazing. I’ve got you.”

---

They moved fast.

Ida cleared the streets with blinding speed. Momo created clean linens and sterilized tools like a medical-grade machine. Even Todoroki, usually so stoic, kept a constant stream of cool air surrounding you, trying to keep your body from overheating.

And Izuku — he never let go of your hand.

You lay on a makeshift cot in a half-destroyed plaza, shielded by concrete and walls of ice. Sirens wailed in the distance. The world was chaos.

But here — it was still.

“I can’t— I don’t think I can do this out here,” you whispered, pain tightening your voice.

Izuku leaned close, brushing sweaty hair from your face. “Yes, you can. You’re the strongest person I’ve ever known. You’re our baby’s hero.”

You smiled through tears.

And then — pushing. Screaming. Gritting your teeth through every wave.

Your fingers clutched his tighter. “I-Izu—!”

“I’ve got you,” he whispered again. “We all do.”

---

The cry was loud.

Louder than the sirens. Louder than the fighting still echoing blocks away.

A new sound, fresh and powerful — the first sound your child made in a broken world.

Your child.

Tears ran freely down Izuku’s face as he held the tiny bundle wrapped in Momo’s carefully-crafted cloth. “It’s a girl,” he whispered. “She’s perfect.”

You reached out weakly, tears slipping down your cheeks as you felt her warm, wriggling body placed into your arms.

Around you, the other heroes stood in silence. Smiling. Crying. Protecting.

You had brought life into a battlefield — and somehow, love had won.

---

“Through fire and heartbeats,” Izuku whispered into your hair, “we’ll raise her to be strong. Just like her mama.”

And in that moment, you believed him.

Wholeheartedly.

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clark, who perks up when you call his name the way dogs react to hearing the word walk. pleasantly startled, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed energy in a six-foot-something frame.

clark, who insists on carrying all the groceries. so now you just walk beside him, one arm looped through his, watching him play pack mule with unconcealed joy.

clark, who sits beside you at the fountain, tearing bread crusts into little hunks for the doves.

clark, who taps your knee when he spots a squirrel in the park. stops mid-step and whispers, “look, look,” with the same excitement of one pointing out a comet—never mind it’s just a rodent with a peanut.

clark, who sets his lockscreen to a selfie of you both. candid, taken mid-laugh. your head resting against his shoulder, his smile half-formed, cheek pressed into your temple. he carries a printed copy in his wallet, too.

clark, who texts you pictures he’s taken. things that remind him of you, or things he knows you’d like. a cat loaf in a patch of sunlight, a diner chalkboard advertising your favourite pie, or a silly meme he figured you’d laugh at.

clark, who always ends up the big spoon, no matter how you start. even if you fall asleep facing him, curled into his chest. by morning, you’ll wake up with his arm around your waist.

clark, who really knows how to cook. real food, too—not just bachelor chow reheated in a pan. i’m talking soups from scratch or stews that simmer for hours. he doesn’t let you lift a finger unless it’s to taste-test something off the spoon.

clark, who hums commercial jingles around the apartment while doing chores, such as lifting the entire couch (with you still on it) so he can vacuum underneath.

clark, who carries you bridal-style to bed.

clark, who packs little sandwiches in wax paper when you work late. your name written in block letters across the front.

clark, who leaves post-it notes behind cabinets, in the pockets of your jackets. blue ink scrawled sideways. “i love you,” “you looked really pretty this morning.”

[destypenny]

l&ds nsfw links! pt. 1

Content: Sylus and Caleb in various NSFW scenarios!

Note: Sorry for not posting, uni is draining me so much... I'm working on a little something of Diluc, in case anyone is interested! I just love angry! caleb so much... Let me know if there's any mistake or similar!!

Sylus:

Just Sylus playing with those handcuffs he gave you... He tried so hard to change your mind about using them, but it seems he cares more about your well-being than yourself...

Sylus making love to you... He just missed you so much through the day and seeing you all curled up in his bed was more than enough to get him as hard as a rock.

You have spent the whole day teasing him, it's only natural that he chose to pay it back, right? Don't blame him for teasing you the whole dinner, much less for making your panties stick to your cunt... It's only fair, at least for him.

You asked him to workout late at night... What do you mean that wasn't what you had in mind? You kept rubbing against his whole body as he kept trying his best to actually help you stretch. Despite he tried his best, Sylus' patience snapped after over 20 minutes of teasing. You wanted to act like a brat? Then he would treat you like one, just don't blame him tomorrow when you're unable to walk appropriately.

He has to make sure that you're ready! What do you mean it's not normal to prep you for over 15 minutes? Uh? How come your eyes are already rolling back? He can feel his whole sweater soaked in your love juices, but just a bit more, do it for him.

Caleb:

He heard you talking with your coworkers about him... What do you mean he's only your childhood friend? Don't act surprised when he suddenly shoves you against the mattress, making you cum all over the sheets so he can finally drill into your head that he is far more important than some "childhood friend."

Just Caleb showing just how strong he is! He told you he could pick you up with ease, why don't you just let him fill you up while you drool all over him?

Caleb making sure that you get your fill every single night. He knows just how much you have missed him, so it is only natural that he wants to spend as much time as possible with you. He just can't help it, each time he hears your soft moans on his ears his rhythm becomes ruthless, making you gush all over him as he reassures you.

Caleb allowing you to do whatever you want with him. You want to see him cum all over your hands? Of course, just ask for it, love.

Famished Caleb eating you out after a rough day at work. Is there anything better than eating your beautiful wife girlfriend before going to bed? Just hearing you whine as your whole body shivers is more than enough to keep him going.

[destypenny]

🎀 nsfw x links 🎀

♡ zayne x reader + nsfw links + lots of cowgirl

❄️ • you riled him up all day on his office and now he's gonna make you take everything

❄️ • morning with him

❄️ • brat taming you with spankings and making you count

❄️ • riding him while he's off cam in meeting

❄️ • brats has to be fucked like a slut

❄️ • he really love the flowy skirt he bought for you

❄️ • bondage and letting him do all the work

❄️ • quickie at akso hospital bathroom

❄️ • zayne fucking you infront of the mirror so you could see how hot and perfect your body

❄️ • the chocolate filled alcohol takes over his body and now he can't stop

❄️ • lazy night with your cute panties rubbing him

❄️ • spanking your ass while deep in you

❄️ • pussy inspection with doctor zayne

❄️ • zayne can't help himself be touchy after he saw you wearing a cute blue dress for the party

❄️ • brat taming you cause you wanna be naughty

❄️ • dawnbreaker zayne takes over and also wanna show his love and yearning for you

[destypenny]

saw that you’re in need of more jayce requests, so i’ve come to deliver! plot is up to you ofc but i would devour anything jayce and breeding/creampies related 🙂‍↕️ pretty pls

jayce fucking his cum into you

cw: fem! reader, explicit, breeding, creampie, jayce talis has a breeding agenda and it shows

a/n: my birthday boy 😝😝

The room is thick with heat, air clinging humid and heady, heavy with the sharp scent of sex and skin and sweat. Your legs are trembling where they’re draped open across Jayce’s thighs, hips propped high by his strong hands beneath you, his weight bearing down, his slick, muscular chest glistening above as he rocks into you with an almost punishing rhythm — but it’s not anger, it’s purpose.

He already came inside once. Hot and heavy, pulse after pulse, so deep you swear it reached your heart. You could’ve sworn he was done, his forehead pressed to yours, his voice a hoarse whisper of “That’s it, baby, take all of it…”

But then his fingers had found your thighs, had gripped your hips again like a man possessed, and he growled against your neck, low and dark thst he wasn‘t yet.

Now his cock is still hard, still wet, still buried deep inside your cum-filled pussy and he’s fucking it in. Making it messy, making it loud. The squelch of it is obscene, thick slickness pushed out with every brutal snap of his hips, slicking down your ass and pooling on the sheets beneath.

Your nails claw at his back, your body shuddering under him, helpless as he fucks his spend deeper, drives it up into your womb like he’s trying to mark it permanent — claim you again, and again, and again.

“You’re gonna keep it this time,” he pants, voice rough and feral in your ear, his mouth brushing the shell of it, his thrusts steady and relentless. “Gonna make sure you hold it, baby. You hear me?”

You can’t even speak — your mouth is open, throat dry, eyes glassy as your body goes soft, pliant beneath his, fucked dumb on the stretch of him, the pressure, the wet slide of thick cum being forced deeper inside over and over.

Your walls are soaked, clenching desperately around him and he groans — loud and guttural — as he feels it, your cunt fluttering, pulling him in like your body wants more, like it’s begging to be filled again.

“Oh, fuck— look at that. Look how greedy you are.” His voice cracks, hips stuttering for a beat as he thrusts deep and stays there, grinding against your swollen clit with the thick root of his cock. “Still sucking me in. Still hungry for it. You’re—fuck—you’re gonna take another load, you understand? You need it.”

You sob, legs trembling around him, heels digging into his back. You feel so full, stretched to the edge — like your body can’t take anymore and yet it aches for more. He drags his cock out slow and you feel the gush of cum slide out around the thick head, but before it can escape far, he plunges back in, chasing the sound of your cry with another filthy, wet thrust.

His hand slides down your belly, fingers pressing firm against the soft swell just above your mound — right where he’s buried. “That’s it. I can feel myself in you. Right here. Gonna fuck it in so deep you’ll be leaking me for days.”

You clench around him again at the sound of it, and Jayce’s jaw snaps tight, a sound like a growl torn from his throat. He’s close. You can feel it — the sharp edge in his movements, the way his cock pulses thicker inside you, the way he can’t keep his voice down anymore.

“Take it—take it all again—fuck, gonna give you everything I’ve got. One more—gonna pump you so full you’ll feel it in your throat—fuck—fuck—”

And when he comes again, he doesn’t slow. He groans into your mouth, biting your bottom lip, hips jerking forward in raw, desperate thrusts, pumping every thick, hot spurt deep into your used cunt. You feel it flood you, feel it spill out around his cock only to be shoved back in with every hungry, mindless rut.

He doesn’t stop even when he’s done — just keeps grinding slow, deep, his whole body shaking against yours, his forehead pressed to your temple, whispering breathless, broken things:

“So full for me… My perfect girl… gonna make you mine all over again…”

You’re crying, overstimulated and blissed-out, your belly aching with fullness, your cunt soaked and raw and still fluttering around him, still wanting more.

Jayce — his cock still twitching, still thick inside you — just stays there, buried in the mess he’s made of you, whispering against your skin.

[destypenny]

"Before Everything"

Rating: Mature 🔞 (MDNI) Pairing: Survivor!Jayce x Fem!Reader x Arcane! Jayce Setting: AU – Time displacement, pre-Arcane canon events

The lab was quiet, humming with the low drone of static crystal energy—unfinished, unrefined. You were the only one there, surrounded by scattered blueprints and half-soldered tech. Jayce and Viktor were out and about somewhere which left you to your own devices. Outside, Piltover gleamed in its golden hour, but inside, you were focused. The numbers didn’t make sense. The arc sequence wasn’t stable.

You didn’t hear the heavy footsteps. Not at first.

Not until they stopped behind you.

Your shoulders tensed.

You didn’t turn.

“...Jayce?” you asked, brow furrowing. You glanced over your shoulder. “Is everything okay? Wha- Why do you have a beard—”

You didn't get to finish your sentence.

He was on you.

His chapped lips crashed against your softer ones with a desperation that felt like lightning—raw, burning, aching. One of his arms wrapped tight around your waist, the other slipping behind your neck, pulling you deeper into the kiss like he was afraid the moment might vanish if he let go.

You gasped into him—just enough for him to deepen the already heated kiss.

He tasted different. Like fire and survival and something else you couldn't quite put your finger on. His beard scraped your skin, rough and unfamiliar. You could feel his breath hitch—like he’d been waiting for this far longer than you could possibly know.

When he finally pulled back, lips flushed, eyes haunted, you could barely whisper, “Jayce...?”

He didn’t speak at first. Just looked at you—like he couldn’t believe you were real. Like he needed to memorize you before the world ripped you away again.

Finally, hoarsely, he said, “You’re here... you're safe.”

Your heartbeat stumbled. “Jayce, what are you talking about? What happened?”

His fingers trembled as they brushed your cheek. “I’m... not from this time. Not exactly. I don’t know how long I have here, but if this is my only chance... I’m not wasting it.”

You felt the heat rise in you. A mix of confusion, fear—and something else. Something unmistakably electric.

“…Then don’t,” you breathed.

And this time, you kissed him.

The kiss deepened—heated, breathless, unrestrained. His hands roamed your body like he’d already memorized it in another life, and now he was desperate to make sure nothing had changed.

Jayce’s beard scratched your skin as he moved down your jawline, lips feverish and worshipping. “You don’t know what I’ve seen,” he growled against your throat. “What I’ve lost. You… were the worst of it.”

You barely had time to respond. His hands gripped your thighs, hoisting you up effortlessly, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. The cold metal of the lab bench kissed your back a second later. Tools clattered to the ground as he cleared space for you—he didn’t care. Neither did you.

“Jayce—”

“I need you. Now.” His voice cracked with restraint as he worked at your clothes, fingers trembling but quick and efficient. Every inch of exposed skin drew a reverent groan from him, like each part of you anchored him deeper into this reality.

He tugged your under shirt off, mouth immediately descending to your collarbone, sucking and biting—leaving marks he needed to see there. Proof. Claim. Worship.

When your hands slipped under his shirt, you paused—his body was different. Scars, tense muscle, hardened by something brutal. Your fingertips brushed a long, jagged scar over his ribs.

He caught your gaze, stilling. “I didn’t come from peace,” he murmured. “But this—you—you’re the only part of me that ever felt like home.”

That undid you. You surged forward, kissing him once again as soft moans spilled from you. His pants were gone in seconds, yours tangled somewhere with his on the floor. The cool air of the lab hit your exposed heat—and then his fingers were there, thick and rough and utterly knowing.

“So wet for me already,” he growled, pushing two fingers inside you with an ease that made you gasp. “Gods, I missed this. I missed you.”

You couldn’t speak. Just clung to him as he pumped those fingers, curling just right, stroking every hidden nerve until your hips bucked off the bench, you essence dripping from where his fingers were.

“Jayce, please—”

He didn’t make you beg. He was already lining himself up, cock thick, hot and heavy. When he pushed in, it was slow—excruciatingly so. He stretched you open inch by inch, one hand gripping your hip like he needed the grounding just as much as you did.

“Fuck, you feel the same,” he breathed, jaw clenched. “Tighter… even sweeter than I remember—”

You moaned, head falling back, fingers clawing into his shoulders. The lab echoed with the sound of skin against skin, the wet slide of him thrusting into you, the labored groans and gasps of reunited lovers.

Jayce’s forehead pressed to yours, sweat beading between you. His rhythm was punishing, worshipful. Possessive.

“I’m not letting you go again,” he growled into your ear. “I don’t care. I’ll fight through every world to have you like this.”

Your walls clenched at his words. You were close—so close. He felt it. Smirked. “I feel her clenching tight, you gonna cum for me?” he rasped. “Come on, sweetheart. Let me feel it. Let go for me—”

You moaned, back arching off the table.

The orgasm hit like a surge of energy—bright, overwhelming, body-locking. Jayce groaned loud, his own thrusts stuttering before he spilled deep inside you, holding you flush against him as if the depth could somehow keep this moment forever.

The lab went quiet except for the aftershocks of your breathing.

Jayce didn’t pull out right away. Just held you, forehead against yours again, a soft groan leaving him as your bodies remained connected.

“I don’t know how long I have,” he whispered, voice raw. “But if I disappear again… remember this.”

You nodded, blinking tears as your fingers carded through his damp hair. “Then stay as long as you can.”

The afterglow lingered like a fog—heavy, hot, and thick with the scent of sex. Your fingers still gripped at Jayce’s broad back, his weight pressing into you while his cock pulsed deep inside, lazily twitching as you both tried to catch your breath.

His beard scratched your throat as he kissed you again, slower now. Reverent.

Then—

The door clicked open.

You both froze.

Survivor Jayce’s head snapped up, body tensing like a loaded weapon.

And standing there—wide-eyed, fresh-faced, and just a little too cocky—was the other Jayce.

Your Jayce.

The younger one.

The Jayce from this timeline.

The room went dead silent.

Clean-shaven. Still wearing his high-collared Hextech lab coat. Innocent in comparison—but confused as hell. His eyes dropped from your flushed face… to the flushed, sweat-slicked body over you… to the thick arm still braced on the table.

To the unmistakable sight of himself buried inside you.

“Oh—what the fuck?” the younger Jayce blurted.

Your heart stopped. You scrambled to cover yourself, but Survivor Jayce didn’t move. Didn’t flinch. He was still inside you. Twitching... and you could feel him hardening again.

And now his eyes were locked on his younger self.

“Close the door,” Survivor Jayce said, voice low. Commanding.

“You’re—me?” the younger Jayce stammered. “Is this some kind of shapeshifter? Magic? Mirror dimension—?”

“Close. The door.” The tone was darker now. A warning.

He still didn’t move. Just stood there, stunned, staring at the raw scene in front of him. You weren’t helping, gasping and trembling, trapped between shock and the undeniable throb of arousal that refused to die down.

You’d just been split open by him—this version of him—and now the original was seeing it. Watching the bruises already blooming on your neck, the stretch where his cock was still inside you, your legs still hooked around him like they belonged there.

And then… Survivor Jayce started to move.

You gasped again—eyes wide—hand clutching his bicep as he began to thrust, slow and deep. Right in front of the other Jayce.

“Wha—what are you doing?” you hissed.

“Showing him what it means to keep you,” Survivor Jayce growled, low against your throat.

You let out a helpless sound, half-mortified, half-melting. The younger Jayce’s eyes snapped back to yours—shock mixing with something darker now. A heat you recognized immediately.

Desire.

“I don’t understand,” young Jayce whispered, but he wasn’t looking away. “Why… why are you with him?”

“Because I didn’t waste time,” Survivor Jayce snapped, pulling nearly all the way out before slamming back in. “I knew what I wanted.”

Your head fell back with a moan, your body traitorous—responding to the deep, delicious pressure of him, even with the room swimming in tension, much to your embarrassment.

The younger Jayce finally took a step forward—but slowly. His face was flushed, pupils blown wide. He didn’t look angry. Not even really confused anymore.

He looked... curious.

“You don’t know what you’ll lose yet,” Survivor Jayce said, eyes locked with his counterpart. “But you will. If you don’t fight for her.”

His gaze didn’t waver as it moved over your still-bared body, the way Survivor Jayce was still deep inside you, hips rolling lazy, claiming every inch of you like you were made to fit only him.

The younger Jayce’s voice was quieter this time.

“…Is it really me?” he asked. Not to you. To him.

Survivor Jayce didn’t answer with words.

Instead, he locked eyes with his younger self—and suddenly pulled out of you.

You whimpered at the loss. Your slick, his cum and heat clung between your thighs.

Then you heard it: the door closing shut, and the low rustle of buckles. A zipper. A more clothes rustling.

Both of them were undressing.

You blinked up—barely able to process the sight.

Two Jayces. One scarred and hardened by time, beard shadowing his jaw, eyes sharp and heavy with pain and lust.

The other—clean, unsure, but utterly enthralled. His cock already hard, flushed and aching.

And both of them looking at you like you were the center of gravity.

Survivor Jayce leaned down, brushing your lips with his. “You okay with this?” he murmured, voice edged with gravel.

You nodded. Breathless. “Y-yes.”

Younger Jayce moved closer. His hand cupped your cheek, a softer touch. “I just… I need to know what you felt with him.”

You didn’t answer with words.

You reached down—and guided him to your mouth.

He groaned when your lips wrapped around him. Your hand wrapped the base of his cock as your tongue swirled, tasting him, while his older self watched, lips parted in awe.

“Fuck,” young Jayce whimpered.

All three of had moved to the cold floor fo the lab. And behind you, Survivor Jayce’s hands gripped your hips again, his cock rubbing the of your hole before lining up once more with your soaked entrance.

And then—

He pushed in.

Hard.

You choked around the other Jayce, the force of the thrust rippling through your whole body as your were pushed deeper against your Jayce's navel. Pleasure punched through you—blinding, raw. Your mouth stayed full as your cunt was taken, wet and needy, stretched all over again.

The rhythm they set was instinctual. Mirrored. Like two halves of the same man, learning each other through you.

Younger Jayce held your face, his thumb stroking your cheek as he fucked into your mouth, hips shaky with newness. “So warm,” he moaned. “So fucking perfect.”

Behind you, the older Jayce growled low. “She is. I told you. And now you know.”

You couldn’t speak. Could barely breathe. But you felt everything. The fullness, the heat, the possession. Your body caught between them, used by both—and worshipped by both.

Their hands explored you like a shared memory. Their sounds—grunts, moans, praise—wrapped around you, filled your ears as much as they filled your body.

And gods… it built fast.

Your orgasm tore through you without warning—shaking, clenching, writhing. They didn’t stop.

“Fuck, she’s coming—she’s squeezing me—” older Jayce hissed.

Younger Jayce groaned loudly, spilling white ropes into your mouth and down your waiting throat, hips twitching as you swallowed around him, eyes half-lidded, dazed as his cock twitched heavily.

The older Jayce followed—slamming deep, flooding you, his groans buried in the crook of your neck.

The three of you stilled.

The room spun.

Your body trembled—used, worshipped, ruined, complete.

And when they pulled you into their arms, one on each side, still panting, still warm, you couldn’t help but laugh breathlessly.

“So…” you said, voice hoarse. “Time travel, huh?”

Both Jayces chuckled—one soft, the other deeper.

Survivor Jayce nuzzled your neck. “Told you I wasn’t wasting my second chance.”

Your Jayce kissed your shoulder. “Guess I’m lucky I didn’t miss my first.”

[destypenny]

Need some subby Michael bc I just know that man whimpers

Sub!michael bluth x fem!reader head cannons

I LOVE. This request. I’ve decided to make this a head cannon post but I do have a micheal smut in the works so stay tuned!

Obviously smut and nsfw warning, pre established relationship, fem!reader, riding, oral m!receiving, praise kink

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I think Michael is truly such a softy. Like of course he can be rough if he’s angry with his family or if he hasn’t seen you in awhile, but he’s sooooo subby.

When he’s had a bad day, his favorite thing is to let you ride him. He becomes a big baby, he loves when you take care of him. He just holds you and softly moans your name and small praises

“Thank you, sweetheart. I needed that.”

He’s very sweet. Like just the biggest sweetheart. He’s the type of guy to talk a big game while you’re out at dinner but when you get home he’s the one begging.

“Please, (y/n)? I need you.”

He’s definitely a switch, he grew up with that toxic masculinity so of course he likes to prove he can take control, but after awhile of being together he shows his true submissive colors.

Praise kink? Definitely. He loves any praise from you, in and out of the bedroom. Wether it’s letting him know he did a good job regarding something at the Bluth company, or telling him how adorable he looks under you. He loves a good compliment.

“You’re so pretty, Michael.”

This man falls apart at the feeling of your touch. He is such a whimperer. In the beginning of your relationship he definitely got embarrassed and tried to suppress it, but it didn’t take long for him to get comfortable and let go completely.

He loves being with someone who allows him to be himself in this way.

Of course, Michael is so caring and attentive. He cares so much about the needs of everyone he loves, including you. Especially you. When you ride him or suck him off he always makes sure you’re comfortable and he always tells you how great you’re doing.

“Yes, perfect. Just like that, baby.”

He also loves to gently grasp your hair or your hips. Just to help you out.

While he is rather submissive during sex, afterwards he always makes sure he’s the one taking care of you. He’s a big cuddle guy, he also makes sure you’re clean and that you’ve gone to the bathroom after. Its his way of paying you back.

Michael MELTS when you kiss him. He loves the more intimate/romantic type of love making as apposed to rough or mean.

He’s also not the biggest fan of quickies as he loves to take his time and set the mood perfectly

“Let’s wait until we get home, sweetheart, okay?”

but sometimes when you visit his office on his lunch break during a particularly bad day, you can tell he’s stressed and you straddle his waist immediately, the second you start grinding against him he’ll give in (as if he wasn’t praying it would happen)

“Fuck… Just make sure the doors locked…”

[destypenny]

katsuki who started growing his hair out when he heard you say you liked guys with long hair.

it worse that he's completely in love with you and your so casually combing your fingers in seros hair, saying how hot he looks, ( even though he knows your joking, and that sero is practically married to dunce face, his blood boils anyway )

you hardly even notice untill his strands reach the base of his neck, and with a cheshire grin, "oh my god. did you grow your hair out?"

he shrugs his shoulders ( extremely tense) as you walk over to him, reaching your hands to stroke through the blonde mop.

bakugou fights not to groan, his arms locked tightly against his chest.

"cute." you mumble, then walk away.

he's startles, cute? tape face got hot and all he got was cute?

he was already on his way to figure out your next preference for guys, and this time, he would make sure you'd notice him.

[destypenny]

your arms are reaching / your eager heart is throbbing

k. bakugou, s. todoroki, i. midoriya x f! reader

how he reacts after learning his pretty girl struggles to get orgasms ꕥ smut 18+, timeskip characters, please read responsibly.

for the girls (like yours truly) who unfortunately struggle with this. don’t worry! communication! you deserve to cum!!!

song: couldn’t make it any harder

katsuki bakugou

- as everyone already knows, he will take any sort of test or opposition and stomp it into the ground. he’s the best, the greatest. not only is this another chance to prove how infuriatingly talented it is, but a chance to get you screaming his name and aching for him.

- the very first time he goes down on you, he’s so cocky and sure he’ll make you feel amazing. he lifts his head from your thighs and finds your face hasn’t moved an inch. “you gonna cum?” “uhm… no.” “WHAT!?”

- once you explain it to him, he’s seeing it as a challenge

- he finds communication so sexy. though 90% of the time he seems like a jackass who never listens, he’s far more perceptive than anyone could imagine. he learns not only your words but your body, the signs that you’re enjoying it or when you’re loosening up to him. as much as it is a fun challenge for him, his determination proliferates once he sees the frustrated tears boil over in your eyes.

- “calm down, babe. i’ve got you.”

he’s laying behind you, sideways on the bed while one strong arm lifts your leg up. his cock slowly pistons in and out of your pussy at a tortuous pace, his free hand rubbing circles on your clit while he has you feeling every inch of him. he’s fingered you for close to an hour before finally deciding you were wet enough to take him, all of him.

“hows this?” his voice is gruff in your ear. you know, by the scratch in his throat, that holding back is killing him. that if it were up to him, he’s have your face in the pillows wrecking your insides. but this isn’t about him. its about you, making your brain melt and toes curl from pleasure.

theres a hot coil in your stomach, about to snap at any moment. your nails dig into the sheets, clinging to anything, knowing that it could be his back you’re scratching up. you want to tell him to let go, to start fucking you rough and passionate the way he has always been, but you also know that this is the longest and most potent pleasure session you’ve had in a long time. you feel yourself gushing around his cock, sucking him in greedily. you’re buzzing, body warm with satisfaction but a lingering need to feel him ravage you.

“you can go faster.” you grit your teeth, looking back at him over shoulder. he shifts to move on top of you, placing a kiss to your cheek and forehead before reinserting himself with little resistance. your legs wrap around his legs like a magnet, whatever was left of them not reduced to jelly.

“you sure?” red eyes glint with a flicker of momentary doubt. he knows you feel good, but he’s determined to make you feel amazing. “tell me what you like, baby.”

he begins moving his hips again, faster this time, and your back arcs like the london bridge.

“like that!” you’re quick to savour it, and he fucking smirks. he feels you cumming around him, an sweet, blissful orgasm tearing through you like a bullet through paper. but he doesn’t stop, fucking you through it and promising 3 mode.

“whatever you want, baby.”

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shouto todoroki

- maybe its because he knows a thing or two about the absence of love and genuineness in places it should exist, but he tends to know when you lie. especially if its to protect his feelings in the form of forced moans or highs.

- he’s only began fingering you, noticing that your moans are off, and he’ll immediately withdraw. he’ll blink, confused, before returning to his normal, blunt self: “you don’t like it, darling?”

- he’ll stare, gears turning in his head while you ramble to come up with an answer. he’s difficult to lie to, seeing the way he tilts his head like a god damn puppy when he knows something is amiss.

- after you finally tell him, he’s silent for a few moments right before: “well, why didn’t you say so?”

- “i didn’t want to be difficult.”

- “it’s difficult to not love you.”

shouto has stamina, thats a no brainer. he’s been trained since day 1 to endure most things. so staying on his knees, head buried between your thighs isn’t exactly hard for him.

one of your legs stays hooked over his shoulder while the other is pinned down by his hand. you can’t remember the last time he’s actually lifted his head to breathe. he’d find a new way to take in oxygen if it meant keeping you pink and needy for him, the way he has you know.

his tongue moves in a messy pattern, swirling around and in between your slit before his lips move up to that delicate bundle of nerves, wrapping around the bud and sucking all the sweet nectar. his eyes are closed, a sort of meditation for him while you melt into the sheets.

“shouto!” his name comes out like a mantra. he wants to smile, to respond, but his lips are preoccupied with spelling out each japanese logographic character on your pussy.

so instead, he smiles mentally while moving his head up and down. you’ve never actually squirted before, but you were pretty confident this would be the day.

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izuku midoriya

- izuku possesses endless patience that extends with both his arms for you. he has only ever wanted to put a smile on your face, even if that smile is sometimes an o shape and eyes rolling back.

- he is incredibly understanding, not a trace of judgement in those green eyes. he’ll simply hold your hand, with all the respect and the world, and say: “let me help you, baby.”

- that gentleness is thrown at the window as he morphs into a complete demon, pounding into you with such force you’re sure you’ll break the bed.

“fuck! izuku! shit, uhm- you’re going so fast!” you blurt out, holding his back for stability. he’s bullying your pussy with his cock, reasoning that if he was going to make you cum, he’d do it right.

“i’ve got you, love.” he mutters into your ear, lip wrapping around your nipple while his squeezes your other tit. his pace doesn’t dare slow down, stars bursting behind your eyelids as every inch of him sends shivers of pleasure down your body. he somehow still manages to whisper the most tooth-rotting sweet nothings into your ear while he single handedly orchestrates that delicious skin slapping noise.

his pelvis rubbed against your already sensitive clit, your pussy glistening with sticky juices that he salivates just thinking about. if he wasn’t fucking you with his cock, it’d be with his mouth.

he cups your face with one hand, groaning as you squeeze even tighter. “you gonna cum, sweetheart?” unable to speak, you nod profusely. he fucks you through countless more through the rest of the night.

[destypenny]

Silent Treatment

Mirio had always been loud in bed.

Not in a bad way, it was just a fact. He was bigger, louder, more experienced, and impossibly charismatic. Whether he was pinning you to the mattress with that blinding grin or whispering filthy praise against your skin while grinding against you, Mirio Togata knew exactly what he was doing and exactly how to get you off.

And he made sure you knew it, too.

He talked your ear off even while kissing you breathless, tossing out compliments mid-thrust like they were part of the rhythm. You loved it, really. Loved how naturally making you feel good came to him. He was sweet, flirty, confident, so sure of himself, it was infuriating in the best way.

Most nights, you let him have his way.

But sometimes? Sometimes, you wanted to be the one in control.

And tonight, you didn’t just want to be on top. You didn’t just want to call the shots.

You wanted Mirio quiet. 

You wanted to shut him up and see how he sounded when he wasn’t bossing you around or teasing you to the edge. You wanted to talk him through every twitch, every moan, every needy little gasp. You wanted to be the one who wrecked him for once.

You’d been thinking about it all week, the way he always took charge without even meaning to. He was just so… Mirio. Playful. Flirty. Loud. And sure, it was hot, he was hot, but he never let you guide him to the edge. Never let you talk him through it. And that was something you were desperate to try.

Which was why, when he showed up at your apartment after work, still a little flushed and sweaty and talking a mile a minute about something funny Amajiki had said on the way back, you kissed him hard at the door. No warning. Just grabbed him by the collar and pulled him in.

“Whoa,” he laughed, breathless, helping you pull off his jacket. “Somebody missed me today.”

“I always miss you,” you murmured, already walking him backward toward the couch. “But tonight’s different.”

He blinked as he fell onto the cushions, hands already finding your waist. “Different how?”

“You’re not in charge tonight.”

That made him grin. “Oh yeah?”

“Yeah,” you said, climbing into his lap. “And if you’re good, I’ll let you come.”

That earned you a low groan and the return of his usual confident smirk. “Shit. You know I love when you talk like that.”

His hands slid under your shirt, touching your skin like he already forgot he wasn’t supposed to be in charge. He leaned in, lips brushing yours, and started to guide you onto your back. You stopped him with a hand pressed flat against his chest.

“Ah ah,” you said, tilting your head. “What did I just say?”

Mirio paused, already flushed. “You’re in charge.”

“Good boy,” you said, pressing a quick kiss to the corner of his mouth. “So let me take care of you tonight.”

He looked amused. Maybe a little intrigued. Still, his hands found your waistband again, fingers curling under the band of your briefs. “I mean, I’m not saying I don’t love it when you take charge—but you sure you can handle me?” he asked playfully. “You know I could have you begging in like, five minutes—”

You knew he would do this, try and tease his way back into being in control.

But you had planned for this.

You kicked your briefs the rest of the way off, grabbed them from the floor, and held them up in front of his face.

“That’s it,” you said, breathless and grinning as you kicked your underwear the rest of the way off and grabbed them off the floor. “If you can’t stop running your mouth, I’ll have to do it for you.”

Mirio looked at you in surprise as you balled up the fabric and held it up to his lips.

“Wait—are you gonna—?”

“Open up.”

He hesitated just a second. Then grinned, wide and wild, and opened his mouth.

You pressed the cotton between his lips, stuffing it gently inside and securing it in place with your fingers. “You talk too much, Mirio. Let me make you feel good for once.”

His groan was muffled, but the way his eyes fluttered shut told you everything you needed to know.

You palmed him through his pants, slow and firm. He was already hard. Already leaking.

“You always talk me through everything,” you said softly. “Tell me what to do. Tell me how good I look, how good I feel… but tonight, I want you silent. I want you trembling and gasping and falling apart while I touch you.”

Another groan, this one needier than the last.

You kissed the corner of his gagged mouth, unbuckling his belt and tugging his pants down just enough to free his cock. He was flushed, heavy in your hand, twitching with every stroke.

“God, you’re already so hard,” you murmured, wrapping your hand around him and stroking slowly. “You love this, don’t you? Being quiet. Letting me take care of you.”

He whimpered. The sound was muffled but still desperate, needy. His hips jerked into your fist, and you smiled.

“You always act like you’re in control, but you melt so fast for me.”

His thighs flexed under you, his hands digging into the couch cushions for support. You watched the tension build in his body with every pump of your fist, with every quiet breath you whispered against his ear.

“You’re doing so well for me,” you whispered. “Being such a good boy.”

Mirio’s face was flushed pink, sweat beading at his hairline. His eyes were glassy. Desperate. His whole body was straining toward release.

“God, you look so good like this,” you whispered, moving your hand again, working him faster now, wrist slick and steady. “You’re so close, I can feel it. You’ve been holding on so long for me, just a little more, baby.”

He was shaking now, thighs twitching and chest rising and falling in fast, shallow breaths. His head tilted back, fingers curling tight in the sheets, and his eyes locked on yours, desperate and glassy, full of heat.

“I’ve got you,” you said, voice a little breathless yourself. “You can let go. Come for me, Mirio. Let me see you fall apart.”

He tensed hard, whole body arching as he came with a strangled, gag-muffled moan, hips stuttering helplessly into your fist. You stroked him through it, letting him ride it out as he made a mess all over himself and your hand, kissing his jaw and whispering soft praise the entire time.

“There you go… that’s it. That’s my good boy.”

His thighs jerked once more before falling still, breath ragged and broken. You eased your grip, letting his cock rest heavy against his stomach, dripping and twitching as you brought your messied hand up to your mouth to taste him.

Finally, you pulled the gag free, brushing damp strands of hair from his forehead.

Mirio gasped, sucking in breath like he’d been underwater. “Holy shit,” he rasped, lips shiny with spit. “That was… fuck.”

You smiled, leaning in to kiss the corner of his mouth. “Too much?”

He shook his head, still dazed. “Not enough.”

You laughed, stretching out beside him and brushing the hair from his forehead. He turned into your touch, blinking slowly, still catching his breath.

“I might need a rematch,” he mumbled after a beat. “Same setup. But I get to pick the underwear next time.”

You grinned. “Deal.” 

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[destypenny]

Caught Makingout?!

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: The lov + Kai, Mirio & Tamaki

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ 𝐀/𝐍: Another one of the drafts I’ve had but here is one I’ve wanted to post tdy bc like why not?

Dabi

- Kissing Dabi is intense. It’s not soft—it’s all heat, desperation, and teasing remarks against your lips.

- You’re supposed to be keeping watch, but somehow, you ended up pinned against a wall in a dark alley, Dabi’s knee between your legs as his hands trail up your sides.

- “We should—” You barely get the words out before he kisses you harder. “—be working.”

- He smirks. “Relax, doll. No one’s around—”

- “What the actual f—”

- Twice.

- You and Dabi both freeze. Twice just stands there, hands on his hips. “REALLY?! RIGHT NOW?! ON A JOB?!”

- “For fucks sake,” Dabi groans, not even looking guilty. “Dude, walk away.”

- “I CAN’T WALK AWAY. IT’S TOO LATE. I’VE SEEN THINGS.”

- You’re laughing while Dabi sighs, grabbing your wrist. “C’mon. Let’s find a less annoying spot.”

Twice

- Twice is all over you when he’s affectionate. He kisses you with so much enthusiasm that it’s almost dizzying.

- You’re on the couch in the hideout, him cupping your face as he devours your lips between excited murmurs about how perfect you are.

- Then—

- “Well, isn’t this just adorable?”

- Shigaraki.

- Twice immediately screeches, practically throwing himself off of you.

- “THIS ISN’T WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE! WAIT, NO, IT IS WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE!”

- Shigaraki sighs. “Don’t do it on my couch.”

- You just sit there, trying not to laugh while Twice argues with himself about whether or not he should be embarrassed.

Tomura

- Tomura is needy when it comes to affection, but he hates feeling vulnerable. That’s why moments like these—where he’s got you straddling his lap, his hands gripping your hips, lips rough and desperate against yours—only happen when he thinks no one’s around.

- He’s just about to slide his fingers under your shirt when—

- “Oh, ew.”

- Toga.

- Tomura jerks away from you like he’s been electrocuted, his entire face turning red as he whips his head around.

- “WHAT THE HELL?!”

- Toga just grins, twirling her knife. “Didn’t know you liked them that much, Shigaraki~”

- “GET LOST!” He’s already grabbing a nearby beer can and hurling it at her.

- You’re dying of laughter while he grumbles, dragging his hood up over his face. He refuses to look at you for five whole minutes.

- Later, though, when everyone’s gone? He definitely pulls you into his room and makes sure you both forget about the embarrassment.

Kai

- Kai is not one for public affection, so getting him to even kiss you outside of private quarters is rare.

- But today? You managed to slip past his carefully controlled exterior. His gloves are off, his hands gripping your waist, his lips moving against yours in slow, calculated precision.

- He’s still composed, but the intensity of his kisses betrays him—like he’s allowing himself a moment of indulgence.

- Then—

- SLAM.

- “Boss—Oh.”

- It’s Chrono.

- Kai immediately stiffens. The warmth vanishes, and his sharp golden eyes snap toward his subordinate with pure venom.

- Chrono just smirks. “Don’t mind me. Just needed to ask about—”

- “GET. OUT.” Chisaki’s tone is calm but deadly.

- Chrono chuckles and backs out, but not before muttering, “Didn’t know you had a soft spot.”

- Chisaki exhales sharply, muttering about how people don’t understand boundaries.

- He doesn’t return to kissing you right away, but later that night, he pulls you into his office, locks the door, and makes sure there are no more interruptions.

Mr. Compress

- Compress is smooth—his kisses slow, teasing, and theatrical, his fingers tracing your jaw as he pulls you closer.

- The two of you were lost in the moment, his lips ghosting over yours when—

- “Oh? Didn’t take you for the type, Compress.”

- Dabi.

- Compress doesn’t even flinch. He just pulls back slightly, smirking.

- “Ah, Dabi. You should know better than to interrupt an artist in his performance.”

- “Right. ‘Art.’ If by art, you mean sucking face in public.”

- Compress grins and adjusts his mask. “Jealous?”

- Dabi rolls his eyes and walks away while Compress just turns back to you, murmuring, “Now, where were we?”

Tamaki

- This was a huge step for him. Kissing you in an empty classroom? Risky. But when you reassured him no one would walk in, he finally gave in, his hands timidly resting on your waist as his lips brushed against yours.

- He was just starting to get comfortable—his kisses turning needier, deeper—when the worst happens.

- The door swings open.

- “Hey, Tamaki—OH. OH MY GOD.”

- It’s Mirio.

- Tamaki freezes. Completely. His entire body goes stiff, and his face? Redder than Kirishima’s hair.

- Mirio just grins, hands up in mock innocence. “Whoops! Didn’t see anything!” He absolutely did.

- Tamaki is already pulling away, mumbling apologies so fast they’re practically incoherent. He hides his face against your shoulder, mortified.

- You try to tell him it’s okay, but he’s already plotting to never show his face in public again.

Mirio

- Mirio kisses you with so much enthusiasm—his hands on your waist, his grin pressed against your lips between soft chuckles.

- He had you backed against a desk when—

- “Oh, wow.”

- Nejire.

- Mirio just laughs and pulls back, completely unfazed. “Hey, Nejire!”

- She just grins. “You guys are cute, but maybe lock the door next time?”

- You’re flustered, but Mirio? He just winks at you. “Guess we’ll have to be sneakier next time.”

@𝐁𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐬𝐦𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐫 ; 𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲, 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞, 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐥, 𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐭, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭, 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭, 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬.

[destypenny]

Could I request Izuku, Mirio and Tamaki with a reader who is skilled in just about every branch of science? Medicine, biology, engineering, and so on.

Pairings -> Izuku Midoriya x Reader, Mirio Togata x Reader, Tamaki Amajiki x Reader

Warnings -> None

Note -> Reader is very skill in every branch of science

Genre -> Fluff

IZUKU MIDORIYA

Izuku couldn't really help but be very intrigued everytime you explain something so scientific to him as he write down notes in his journal for future occasions purposes

Whether you are rambling about machines or discussing a revolutionary medical advancement that you have been working on for a while now

He would literally write all the stuff you ramble about just like what he does with peoples quirks

He thinks you are literally the smartest student in UA school that can not only save people but build, create medicine , learn about DNA, and create things for the future

You are always laser-focused on your stuff and he admires that

Izuku would love to ask you some questions if you are not too busy that is

But you are never busy to answer some harmless question from a special someone

MIRIO TOGATA

Mirio was never shy away from excitement like he wants to learn more stuff about you and the stuff you do for a living

And it's a daily adventure of Mirio coming in scaring you sometimes to see what you are doing in your spare time

But this time you were dragging him with you to the lab, explaining some theories that he barely understood but just nodded as he knew what you were talking about lol

He just excited to see the stuff you have made

And he will try his very best to listen to you ramble about what you have either made, built or created for the pro heros or the future heros

Mirio supports all the stuff you do, he's very positive on what your future holds for great things

TAMAKI AMAJIKI

Tamaki will often feel like a shadow beside you as you do your work, quiet, anxious and unsure what you are doing and trying to figure if its safe for you to do it in the first place

But you never treat him any lesser as you go to him first of all people to let hims see what you have done, either it be anything

He would sometimes come into the lab, maybe during lunch time and sit in the corner just in case to be safe

Maybe you will get him to test these things but if he's too nervous too you'll get Mirio to try

But in the end Tamaki is actually proud of what you become and became a very important person in the UA academy

Meaning that you are going to do great things for everyone

-A<3

[destypenny]

𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐩!𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐤𝐚 𝐚𝐭 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞’𝐬

𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐤𝐚 𝐱 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐥 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Word Count: approx. 640 Content/Warnings: nsfw, porn w no/little plot, brothel worker!reader x service top!sev, bottom!reader, oral (sev & r receiving) strap (r receiving), pillow humping, reader has female anatomy, reader referred to as girl, doll, like 75% of afabs can't cum from penetration alone so this is for us A/N: OKAY okay since everyone is asking (no one asked girl), i guess i'll give you guys some service top!vika x brothel worker!reader while we wait for the kassandra poll results. since everyyyone is asking. service top!sevika holy fuck save me. enjoy!

𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞, 𝐁𝐞𝐞 ୨ৎ

──˚₊୨ৎ‧₊˚──

୨ৎ Service Top!Sevika who frequents the brothel to blow off steam in a way that has the girls fighting over who gets her for the night

୨ৎ You've only been working at Babette's for a month now, so you're not really sure what the hype is all about…

୨ৎ Until, she comes in one evening and everyone else is already with a client, leaving you to take care of her

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୨ৎ Service Top!Sevika who walks into your room through the beaded curtain that's twinkling like the grey eyes traveling up and down your figure

୨ৎ “You new?” She asks, unbuttoning her cloak to reveal a beautiful arm of bronze

୨ৎ Beautiful, but intimidating; this is made clear by the wide eyes you sport when responding with a hesitant, “Y-yes…”

୨ৎ She takes note of your weariness and makes quick work of easing your worries 

୨ৎ “Not gonna hurt ya;” she states, throwing her cloak over the wingback chair next to the door, “not what i’m here for.” 

୨ৎ “What are you here for then?” You respond; this time, more confidently 

୨ৎ She strolls over to the bar cart, and you don't miss the smirk that appears on her face before her back is to you as she pours herself a glass of whiskey

୨ৎ “That depends on you.”

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୨ৎ Service Top!Sevika who’s got you baffled, because it’s been a long time since someone asked you what you liked

୨ৎ She's got you sprawled out on the velvet couch, her head between your legs, only coming up for air to ask if you if “You want it faster?” “You want another one of my fingers?” “You're gonna cum for me, aren't you doll?”

୨ৎ No fucking shit you're gonna cum; this is the best head you've ever gotten

──˚₊୨ৎ‧₊˚──

୨ৎ Service Top!Sevika who's got you on your knees in front of her, wetting her strap so it's nice and ready for you

୨ৎ You're quick to coax every inch into your mouth, eyes watering as you try your best to breathe through the jabs to the back of your throat 

୨ৎ But then, she's cupping your jaw with her flesh hand, pulling you off of its length

୨ৎ “Slow down, doll,” she soothes, “you're gonna hurt yourself.”

୨ৎ You'd sputter out an apology, explaining that you were only doing what your other clients liked

୨ৎ “Don't care what they like. Take your time; just need my strap wet enough to make you feel good.” 

୨ৎ Of course, you show your immense appreciation for her consideration by giving her head so good she swears she can feel it through the strap

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୨ৎ Service Top!Sevika whose got you babbling on her cock, completely drunk off of how good she's fucking you

୨ৎ She's got you in a prone bone, (because she asked what your favorite position to take strap in was) leaning down to tell you how good you're doing, how well you're taking her

୨ৎ “Can you cum like this?” She suddenly asks, slowing down 

୨ৎ “Not usually,” you pant, “need something on my clit.”

୨ৎ “Good. Want my mouth on you anyway.”

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୨ৎ Service Top!Sevika who’s coaxing another orgasm from you, fingers massaging your walls, tongue drawing figure eights on your clit

୨ৎ Her arms are wrapped around your thighs, holding them down as you twitch and thrash with your release 

୨ৎ Only once you've ridden it out until you're reaching down to push her away does she crawl up to fall beside you on the pile of blankets, furs, and pillows 

୨ৎ Her breath is labored, eyebrows knit together, and her own thighs are twitching now 

୨ৎ “Your turn?” You ask breathlessly

୨ৎ She reaches down to grab a pillow before dropping it beside your head; and only upon seeing the dark patch on the pillow case do you realize that she'd gotten off grinding into it as she ate you out

୨ৎ “Already went. You wanna go again?”

──˚₊୨ৎ‧₊˚──

୨ৎ Service Top!Sevika who is-naturally- your favorite client; and luckily for you, you're her favorite girl

──˚₊ 𝐄𝐍𝐃 ‧₊˚──