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I hope I have a revelation in my dreams tonight because people are calling for creativity (including me)

I hate when I go read a fanfic and it feels like I’ve already read every single version of that story. Nothing ever feels new anymore, it’s so frustrating 😔

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Hey everyone! It’s been a while 🙂 I’m sorry for disappearing—after my birthday, I had to really lock in for finals. My last day was actually a few weeks ago, but I’ve been in full lazy mode since then and haven’t started working on anything for either account 😅

But now that summer’s here and all I really do is work and see friends, I’ll have plenty of free time to create again!

Chapter 3 of “She Echoes in Blue” was technically finished, but I wasn’t happy with how it turned out, so I’m rewriting it and planning a few more chapters ahead. Hopefully, I’ll have those ready to post during the first week of June.

Also, I think I did a poll on my other account for what to post next? If I did, I’ll follow through on that and aim to post it in the same timeframe.

Thanks for being patient with me!

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| Jealous Sub! Shigaraki x AFAB Domme! Reader

| Summary: after his little stunt in the morning you decided to teach your boyfriend an easy lesson

| wc: n/a

| cw: swearing, emotional manipulation, explicit sexual content, nsfw (18+), oral (receiving)

As you guys walked back from the arcade, you could feel the tension between Shigaraki and yourself. The others from the League were saying their goodbyes, but you were already focused on getting Tomura alone. Grabbing his arm, your grip a bit tighter than necessary pulling him towards your room. "Later, guys," You waved, not looking back.

Tomura whined slightly as you dragged him along. "Hey, what's with the rough handling?" he asked, trying to wriggle free.

You could only chuckle and say, "Stop being a baby," as you guys walked into your room. You closed the door behind him, as your voice took on a commanding tone. "Strip."

Tomura didn't hesitate, immediately starting to undress. He pushed his pants down his legs and pulled his shirt off, standing before you completely naked. His eyes sparkled with a mix of excitement and curiosity, wondering what you had planned for him tonight.

Walking over to the bed to sit down, your eyes never leaving his. "You know I don't appreciate how you embarrassed me in the bar earlier," You said, voice firm but controlled. Tomura's smile dropped, and his mouth fell slightly agape as he realized he was in trouble.

You patted the bed, "Come here, Tomura." He hesitated for a moment before walking over and kneeling down in front of your legs. You could see the uncertainty in his eyes, but he didn't say a word.

As he knelt there, he slowly leaned forward, putting his head on your knee. "So…what are you going to do to me?" he asked, his voice muffled against your leg and his fingers fidgeting. You could feel his warm breath on your skin, and tried to suppress a smile.

You look at Shigaraki and roll your eyes, a mixture of amusement and annoyance on your face. You take his head in your hand, gently but firmly moving it off your knee. "How are you supposed to show me you're sorry?" you ask, your voice teasing but with a hint of expectation.

You look down at him and his face starts to heat up to a pinkish color, a blush spreading across his cheeks. He quietly opens his mouth to beg, "Can I please show you I'm sorry..." His eyes are fixed on your pants, and his hand is balled up on his knees, a clear indication of his intentions.

You can't help but smile at the sight of him, his submissive posture and eager expression making your heart skip a beat. "Awh, you always look so cute like this, Tomu!" you exclaim, your voice filled with affection and amusement.

You pull off your bottoms, leaving yourself covered with a thin black thong. Shigaraki's eyes widen, and he swallows hard, his gaze fixed on your almost-exposed body. You can see the desire in his eyes, and you know he's more than willing to make it up to you.

The thong doesn't leave much to the imagination, but Shigaraki doesn't seem to mind - in fact, he seems to be enjoying the view. You sit back down, your legs slightly parted, and wait for him to make his next move.

Shigaraki's eyes never leave yours, his face still flushed with excitement and a hint of nervousness. You raise an eyebrow, a sly smile spreading across your face. "What would the League think of you?" You ask, voice low and teasing, "if they knew their precious leader was on his knees, begging for forgiveness like this?"

Shigaraki's eyes dart up to yours, a flash of pleasure crossing his face at the thought, his mouth opening in a silent moan. He leans forward, his lips brushing against your thigh, and he moans into your skin while slightly grinding against your leg. The friction is subtle, but it sends a spark of electricity through your body.

You watch him closely, your eyes never leaving his face, as he continues to nuzzle and grind against you. His hands are still balled up on his knees, but you can see the tension in his body, the desire to touch you, to please you. "You're so eager to make it up to me, aren't you, Tomu?" you ask, your hand threading through his hair and your voice dripping with amusement.

Shigaraki's whines grew louder, his body swaying slightly as he moves against your leg. He's lost in the moment, his only focus being pleasing you, and making you happy. He continues to nuzzle and grind against your leg, his mouth eventually finds its way to your most intimate area. He gently parts your thighs more, using a finger to hook your thong to the side. His eyes locked on yours, seeking permission. You nod, almost imperceptibly, but he notices it as a sign to proceed.

His tongue darts out, tentatively at first, and then with increasing confidence, as he begins to lick and tease your sensitive flesh. His mouth is warm, his breath hot, and his touch sends shivers down your spine. You feel a jolt of electricity as his tongue makes contact, and your body relaxes into the sensation.

Shigaraki's whines grow louder and you could feel the vibration of them, mingling with the sound of his mouth moving against you. He's completely absorbed in the task, his eyes closed, his face scrunched up in concentration. His hands fell balled up on his knees again, the only indication of the restraint he has. Almost as if he's fighting the urge to touch you, to pull you closer onto him.

He works his mouth, letting his tongue dance across your folds, you feel yourself getting lost in the sensation. Your eyes drift closed, and your head falls back, your mouth opening in a silent gasp. You pull him in closer by the hair grinding onto his face.

Your reaction makes shigaraki’s pace quicken, his movements becoming more urgent, as if he's trying to make up for his earlier transgression. His mouth is relentless, his tongue probing, licking, and sucking, sending wave after wave of pleasure crashing through your body. You feel yourself building towards an orgasm, your body tensing, your muscles coiling, as Shigaraki's oral treatment pushes you closer and closer to the edge.

He continues to lavish attention on your intimate area, you feel the tension building, your body coiling tighter and tighter until you finally reach the peak. Your body shuddering, your muscles releasing as the pleasure washes over you.

Shigaraki is right there, lapping up the evidence of your climax, his tongue darting in and out, drinking in every last drop. He whines in pleasure, his eyes closed, his face scrunched up in ecstasy. You watch him, a smile spreading across your face, as he devours you like a little slut, completely absorbed in the moment.

As you come back down, you reach out, gently pulling Shigaraki up to meet you. Your lips crash together, tongues tangling, as you kiss him deeply, tasting yourself on his lips. He moans into your mouth, his body still trembling with pleasure.

Breaking apart for air, Shigaraki's eyes flutter open, a dreamy glaze still coating his irises. He gazes up at you with adoration, his chest heaving with exertion. You can't help but feel a surge of pride and possession, knowing that you've get him to this state.

Your hands cradle his face, thumbs stroking his cheeks as you regard him with a tender expression. "You're so beautiful like this," you whisper, your voice husky with emotion. "So completely mine."

Shigaraki's face contorts into a blissful grimace, his eyes closing again as he leans into your touch. He nuzzles your palms, seeking more contact, more affection. You oblige, gently scratching behind his ears, and he lets out a soft mewl of pleasure.

As the afterglow begins to fade, you guide Shigaraki onto his side, spooning him from behind. Your arms wrap around him, holding him close as you bury your face in the crook of his neck. He shivers at the sensation of your warm breath on his skin, but doesn't pull away.

He relaxes into your embrace, letting out a contented sigh as your heat envelops him. You feel his heart rate slow, his breathing growing deeper and more relaxed. You guys could clean up later, right now you just wanted to continue the connection

dividers by @anitalenia and @dollywons

this has been cooking in my notes for months so I hope you guys enjoy. my midterms start next week so I won’t probably won’t be active for the next few weeks, but I will try to schedule a post (hopefully tumblr doesn’t eat it)

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Sorry I haven’t posted my birthday is next week so I’ve been busy. I also need to finish the next few chapters of she echoes in blue so I’ll be back the week after next week to post in both accounts!

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HOLY SHIT SHES BACK 😩😩😩

Lia I know you have never written for Kuroo but imagine this, you’re laying on Kuroo’s lap in bed while he’s sitting up. He’s wearing the shortest shorts ever and you could peek at his inner thighs. You then start sucking at his thighs and not long after, sucking him off while he squirms and writhes. 🥰

Orrr he could be cuddling and you wrap your arms around his waist behind him, your hand slide down his cock and you just milk him dry, giving him orgasm after orgasm until he moans and whimpers due to overstimulation and he just dies 😩❤️

ahhhh your killing me 😫 this definitely is not my best work but I cannot get this idea out of my head…

Sub!Kuroo, Gn!reader, bj, teasing, that’s about it tbh

The evening had started so innocently. You were lying across Kuroo’s lap, scrolling lazily through your phone while he absentmindedly ran his fingers through your hair. He was sitting up against the headboard, long legs stretched out, and those damn shorts—the tiniest pair he owned—barely covered anything. The fabric had ridden up so high that you had a perfect view of his toned inner thighs, teasing you with every shift of his body.

You couldn’t help but glance up at him, noticing the way his Adam’s apple bobbed when he swallowed, his eyes flickering between his own phone and whatever thoughts were racing through his mind. But it was those thighs—taut, warm, begging for attention—that had your full focus.

“Something on your mind, baby?” His voice was casual, but that lazy smirk told you he knew exactly what you were thinking.

“Hmm,” you hummed innocently, shifting slightly so your face was closer to his thighs, lips brushing just barely against the skin. “Not really.”

Kuroo’s hand paused mid-stroke through your hair, his breath hitching as he glanced down. “What do you think you’re doing?”

“Just getting comfortable,” you murmured, pressing a soft, deliberate kiss to his inner thigh. His muscles tensed under your touch, and you swore you heard a faint curse under his breath.

“Comfortable, huh?” His voice had dropped an octave, trying to maintain that air of control he always wore so well. But when you dragged your tongue along the sensitive skin just a little higher, his grip on your hair tightened, and that control? Gone.

“Fuck…” His head fell back against the headboard, his breath shaky as your mouth worked its way up, leaving soft, open-mouthed kisses, nips, and the occasional flick of your tongue that had him squirming beneath you.

“You’re so sensitive here, Tetsu,” you teased, lips brushing against the edge of his shorts. “You’ve been holding out on me.”

“Baby, you—” He was trying so hard to keep it together, but the way his legs shifted restlessly beneath you gave him away. “You’re gonna kill me.”

You slid his shorts up a little higher, exposing even more of that delicious skin, and sucked harder at the junction of his thigh. Kuroo whined—the sound barely audible but oh-so-sweet.

“Tetsu,” you cooed, pulling back just enough to meet his gaze, “you’re so quiet. I thought you liked to talk.”

“Not when you’re—fuck.” His words caught in his throat as you finally took the next step, your mouth tracing higher, your hands pushing his shorts down just enough to free him. His cock was already achingly hard, twitching at just the anticipation of what was coming.

“Shit, baby,” he panted, eyes heavy-lidded as he watched you through half-lowered lashes. But the second your tongue dragged along his length, his composure shattered.

Kuroo was gone—hips lifting off the bed as his hands tangled in your hair, a mix of whines and curses pouring from his lips as you took him deeper. His cock twitched in your mouth as you worked him with that perfect rhythm, alternating between teasing licks and deep, hollowed sucks that had him writhing beneath you.

“Fuck—fuck, you’re too good at this,” he groaned, his head dropping forward so he could watch, his pupils blown wide as he took in the sight of you between his thighs, looking so pretty while you ruined him. “I—shit, baby, I’m—”

But you didn’t let up. Not until his thighs were trembling beneath your hands, his body arching as he spilled into your mouth with a strangled moan.

When you finally pulled back, wiping your lips with the back of your hand, Kuroo was a mess—chest heaving, his head thrown back against the pillows as he tried to catch his breath.

“Y-You…” he rasped, blinking down at you with a dazed expression. “Where the hell did that come from?”

You grinned, pressing a kiss to the inside of his thigh—right where you’d left a pretty mark.

“Just wanted to get comfortable,” you murmured sweetly, tracing your fingers lazily along his still-twitching thighs.

“Comfortable, my ass,” Kuroo groaned, pulling you up so he could kiss you—deep, possessive, and still tasting himself on your tongue. “I’m so not done with you yet.

Welp, he’s ruined. And you? Smug as hell.

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or send an ask PLEASE I will write (almost) anything, I just want to write what people want to read. Plus writing asks is so entertaining and gives me more motivation/ideas.

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it ruins my whooole day 🥹

when i go back and read smth ive written (after it’s been posted for a while) and realize that i made a typo/grammatical error that i never corrected, my body literally has a physical reaction

like damn someone probably noticed that. it makes the whole piece of writing seem off and all over the place. if my writing was decent up until the error, the error just took it back down to a zero. this is it for me, friends. i had a good run

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Scenario: You love making your boyfriend beg

| cw: sub! mha characters, domme! reader, gn! reader, mdni 18+, groping, whining, praise, suggestive content, all characters are aged up!!

| a/n: this is a scenario because I fight for my life doing headcanons and I wanted to post, also just realized this is only four characters because I deleted the other half

| Characters: Izuku, Bakugou, Denki, Tamaki

Izuku

Izuku’s fingers tremble against your skin, his breathing was uneven as you traced lazy circles on his thigh. His whole body taut with tension, his lips parted for soft, stuttering gasps.

“Y-Y/N…” His voice is barely above a whisper.

You tilt your head. “What is it, baby?”

His face burns as he grips onto your sleeve, desperate for something to hold onto. “I-I need… please—” he tucked his head into your side.

You move his head, pressing a kiss against his jaw, letting your lips brush against his skin as you murmur, “You need what, sweetheart?”

His breath shudders. He knows what you want him to say. And despite the heat flooding his cheeks, he lets his voice waver with a desperate plea.

“Please, I need you… I can’t wait anymore.”

You hum in satisfaction, cupping his chin. “Good boy.”

Bakugou

Katsuki glares up at you, his hands clenched into fists at his sides, his whole body stiff with resistance. “I’m not gonna beg,” he growls, voice low and defiant.

You smirk, dragging your fingers down his chest, watching the way his muscles tense beneath your touch. “No?” You moved a little on his lap, giving him a feel of the friction he’s desperate for.

His breath hitches, jaw tightening as he fights against the way his body reacts. He’s stubborn, but you can see it—the slight quiver in his fingers, the way his legs shift beneath him.

You lean in, your lips brushing against the shell of his ear. “Say it, Katsuki.”

He shudders. His fingers twitch. He swallows hard.

“F-Fuck…” His voice cracks, his head dropping back slightly.

Your voice got quieter, “Or I’ll leave.” Gripping his chin roughly, he looked so pitiful shaking his head, losing the attitude from before.

“NO—I can’t take it anymore. Please.” His voice is rough, broken. His eyes squeeze shut as he exhales sharply. “Please, I—I need you.”

You grin, pressing a kiss against his heated skin. “How about no.” You lifted off of him and watched his eyes widen and brows furrow.

Denki

Denki is a mess beneath you, his fingers digging into your arms as he writhes. “B-Babe, c’mon, p-please—” He took his bottom lip between his teeth.

You hum, tilting your head. “That’s not real begging.”

His whole body jolts, his lips parting in a breathless whimper. “W-What?”

You trail a hand down his side gripping his waist, he twitched at your touch. “I said,” you murmur, “say it like you mean it.”

His breath stutters, his fingers tightening around you.

“O-Okay! Okay! Please, I—I need you so bad—f-fuck,” You hand trailed down into his pants and you groped his thigh tenderly.

You press a soft kiss to his jaw, grinning. “Much better baby.”

Tamaki

Tamaki’s lashes flutter as he clutches at your sleeve, his breath coming in soft, uneven gasps.

“B-Baby, I… I-I don’t know if I can…” His voice is barely audible, thick with hesitance and need.

You press a soft kiss against his collarbone. “You can,” you whisper.

His whole body shudders beneath you, his grip on you tightening. “But… I-thats so embarrassing…” His voice trails off, his cheeks flushed as he hides his face against your shoulder.

You smirk, fingers threading through his dark hair. “Beg for it.”

His lips part in a shaky breath. You wait.

And then, in a voice so fragile it nearly breaks—

“P-Please… please, I-I need you…”

You smile, brushing your lips against his ear. “You need me to what tama?”

He let out another one of those cute whines, sounding like he was going to cry. “I need you to…touch my um-“

“When did you get so shy hm?” you lightly squeezed his thigh so close to what he wanted. It was like torture, your hand was so soft and warm, he couldn’t take it anymore.

“t-touch my cock…please,” he finally got it out, it was so cute watching him shy away from saying certain things even though he really wants them.

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MHA COLLEGE SMAU X FEM! READER

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| cw: woc yn, fem reader, alcohol mentioned, social drinking, mild swearing, and casual teasing

| You finally got to the venue and met up with Mina, you get to met the band and honestly…they love you! After the performance, you spend the rest of the night with Mina and the band. With playful banter, hyping each other up, and some last-minute excitement about your first day at U.A., the night feels like the perfect start to a new chapter in your life.

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Mina tugs you toward the front of the venue, where dim stage lights spill through the cracks of the door. A small crowd has already gathered outside, their energy buzzing with anticipation. By the entrance, a bouncer stands rigid, occasionally glancing at his watch. Without hesitation, Mina strides up and gives him a quick wave. He nods and opens the door without a word.

“Wow, I feel like VIP,” you joke, glancing around as you take in the scene.

The inside of the venue is has this moody glow. Red and orange tinted accent lights and dim overhead lights casting long shadows across the space. The stage sits at the far end, slightly elevated, with a backdrop of LED panels that pulse faintly in sync with the low hum of speakers. Instruments are set up, cables snaking across the floor, and a few crew members move efficiently in the background, making last-minute adjustments.

The air carries a blend of excitement and the familiar scent of wood, fruity drinks, and something faintly metallic—probably from the old stage equipment. Small, round tables are scattered around the room. The standing area near the stage is already filling up with eager concertgoers. The walls are adorned with band posters, some signed, giving the venue a well-worn but intimate feel. A neon sign above the bar casts a soft glow over a lineup of drinks, where a few bartenders chat idly as they prepare for the night ahead.

The energy is already electric, with a quiet anticipation hanging in the air as people settle in, waiting for the show to start.

Mina pulls you through the room to a tucked-away corner near the green room, three people are chatting casually, exuding that effortless band energy. You recognized them as her friends and the band you were there to see tonight.

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As soon as you guys walked into the room one of the band members greeted you both. “Ah, I gonna assume you’re yn! Mina’s been hyping you up all night.” You smiled looking over to your friend who quickly turned to also look to her left. Then someone else started talking, you’re pretty sure Mina said her name was Jirou?

“Yeah, I heard you have ‘immaculate music taste.’” She raised an eyebrow but you could tell it was in a joking manner. You laughed before speaking, “I don’t know about immaculate, but I’ll take the compliment.

Mina nudged you with a cheesy grin on her face, “See? You already fit in.” You rolled your eyes playfully appreciating how loving she was.

He grinned at the two of you before officially introducing himself. “I’m Kaminari! Though I’m sure Mina told you that,” Then he turned to a girl with black hair, “That’s Jirou, our lead singer and here’s Tokoyami our drummer!”

He turned to the side slightly a pulled over him over place a hand over his head filled with black hair.

As you exchanged introductions, there was a knock on the green room door, signaling the show was about to start. A low murmur spread through the crowd as people turned their attention toward the stage, the anticipation in the air becoming almost tangible.

Jirou glanced over, adjusting the strap of her guitar. “Looks like it’s time for us to head up,” she said with a small smirk.

Kaminari clapped his hands together, grinning. “Yeah, time to give the people what they came for!”

Tokoyami gave a curt nod before stepping out the door with the other two following. Mina nudged you excitedly, already pulling out her phone. “C’mon, let’s get a good spot!”

As the band moved into position on stage, the excitement buzzing between them like static before a storm. As they adjust their mics and instruments, you pull out your phone, fingers hovering over Instagram.

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The lights dim, chatter in the venue dies down, a wave of anticipation spreads through the crowd. The stage is bathed in a mix of deep red and orange hues, casting long shadows as the silhouettes of the band step into place. A low hum vibrates through the speakers before a single note rings out, cutting through the silence. The music kicks in—electric, raw, and full of life, immediately catching your ear.

Denki’s fingers fly across the guitar, and he moved his body in sync with the rhythm as he leans into the microphone to hype up the crowd. Jirou walks the stage effortlessly, her voice carrying through the venue with a balance of grit and melody, honestly sending shivers down your spine. Tokoyami sat behind the drum set, his movements precise but intense. The deep thud of the bass drum pulsing in your ear like a second heartbeat.

The audience swayed and jumped with the beat, some singing along while others lose themselves in the sound. Mina nudges you with a wide grin, her phone raised to record parts of the performance.

The energy in the room keeps building with each song, the synergy between the band and the crowd becoming almost electric. You find yourself nodding along, drawn into the music despite never having heard their set before. The way Jirou’s voice rises in the chorus, Kaminari’s wild strumming, and Tokoyami’s steady rhythm—everything blends together into an experience you didn’t expect to enjoy this much.

You laughed, shaking your head. Truthfully, you had been so caught up in the night that you’d nearly forgotten about your first day at U.A. that coming Monday. But with Mina making sure you’re not alone, promising to introduce you to the hundreds of people she knew, the nerves felt a little less overwhelming. If tonight was anything to go by, maybe this new chapter would be even better than you imagined.

As the last note fades and the applause erupts, the band takes a moment to soak in the cheers. A thin layer of sweat clings to their skin from the intensity of the performance, but their smiles are wide and genuine.

“Thank you all for coming!! We love seeing you all, especially returning faces!” Denki grinned, winking playfully as the crowd erupted in cheers. The energy in the room was still buzzing, electric and alive.

Jirou leaned into her mic, smirking as she scanned the audience. “You guys were loud tonight,” she mused, earning another wave of excited shouts. “That’s what we like to hear.” Tokoyami gave a small nod from behind the drums, his voice steady as he added, “Music thrives in the presence of passion.”

Denki chuckled, strumming a final note on his guitar. “Couldn’t have said it better myself. We’ll see you all next time!” With that, the band gave a final wave before stepping off stage, the lingering echoes of their set still ringing in the air.

Mina grabbed your wrist, pulling you toward the side of the stage where the band is cooling down. “So?” she prompts, practically bouncing on her heels. “What’d you think?”

Jirou wipes a hand over her forehead before giving you a knowing look. “Be honest. You didn’t expect to have that much fun, did you?”

Denki laughs, slinging an arm over her shoulder. “Yeah, yeah, we saw you vibing. You can’t lie now.”

Tokoyami crosses his arms, nodding solemnly. “Music speaks to all souls.”

You chuckle, shaking your head. “Okay, fine. I’ll admit it—you guys were good. Better than I expected, and I set a high expectation.”

Denki pumps a fist in the air. “Another one converted! Welcome to the fan club.”

Mina throws an arm around your shoulders. “See? Told you they were worth the hype.”

Jirou smirks. “Guess that means you’ll be at our next show?”

You shrug, a teasing lilt to your voice. “Guess I don’t have a choice now, huh?”

Mina laughs, and the night stretches on between you all, filled with conversation and lingering adrenaline from the performance. The energy from the show still thrummed around you all, mixing with the warmth of new friendships forming in real time. Denki playfully nudged you, grinning. “You better be ready for U.A., because with Mina as your tour guide, you won’t get a moment to breathe.”

Jirou smirked, sipping from her drink. “She’s basically the unofficial welcome committee. By the end of the first week, everyone’s gonna know your name.”

Mina gasped dramatically, placing a hand over her chest. “Excuse me? I’m an excellent guide. I make sure my people are taken care of!” She turned to you with a reassuring smile. “Seriously, don’t worry, I got you.”

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Headcanon: How you punish your boyfriend when he acts out

| cw: sub! mha characters, domme! reader, gn! reader, mdni 18+, edging, cuffs, suggestive content, all characters are aged up!!

| a/n: tumblr won’t let me make posts again so I had to delete a draft…but if you like this and want to see more send an ask!

| Characters: Izuku, Bakugou, Denki, Tamaki, Shigaraki, Keigo

Izuku

Usually, you talk him through your entire scene—and honestly, just in general. He thrives on guidance, hanging onto every word you say like it’s the only thing keeping him grounded. So sometimes, just to shake things up, you make him do all the work without telling him exactly what he needs to do. It doesn’t take long for him to get overwhelmed, his brows furrowing as he hesitates, second-guessing every little movement. “Am I doing this right? Is this what you want?” His voice wavers, his desperation to please you evident in the way he clings to your reactions. Izuku craves praise like it’s oxygen, so when you withhold it—when you don’t tell him how good he’s being—it drives him insane. His hands twitch as if he wants to reach for you, but he knows better. And when the uncertainty becomes too much, he finally breaks, pleading for you to tell him, to guide him, to remind him he’s doing so good for you. He’ll start apologizing profusely sometimes he isn’t even sure why.

Bakugou

He needs his hands on you at all times—it’s practically instinct. But that’s exactly why you tie them above his head, just out of reach. It’s the one thing that gets him to squirm the most, his frustration evident in the way his fingers flex, itching to grab at you. Early in your relationship, he was bratty, always pushing your buttons, challenging you just to see how far he could go. So you did this often. And let’s just say… he learned his lesson. Now, the second you pull out the restraints, his eyes widen, his breathing already uneven as he shifts beneath your gaze. “Wait—no, please, I-I’m sorry,” he stammers, his usual cockiness gone, replaced with something much more desperate. You tilt your head, looking him up and down, unimpressed. “You should’ve thought about that before you embarrassed me earlier.” He swallows hard, his muscles tensing as he tests the bindings, but there’s no escape. The realization dawns on him quickly—you’re going to take your time, and he’s going to take everything you give him.

Denki

Denki’s a brat—playful, cocky, and always testing the limits to see how far he can push you. But the second you decide to punish him, all that confidence is lost. Edging is his weakness, and you know exactly how to break him with it. Having his wrists tied to the headboard, preventing him from touching you or himself as you toy with him. “You wanted to act up, baby. Now you’re gonna sit here like a good boy for me.” His whole body twitches with every stroke, his breath coming out in shaky whimpers as you bring him close over and over. His golden eyes brim with tears when you refuse to let him finish, his pleas get sloppier the longer you drag it out. “Please—hah—please, I can’t—m’gonna—please, just let me cum,” he babbles, pulling at the restraints as if he might break free through sheer desperation. But you don’t let up until he’s trembling, overstimulated and begging so softly that you can’t your sweet boy any longer.

Tamaki

Tamaki’s punishment really isn’t about pain or control—it’s about pushing him out of his comfort zone. The shy, reserved man you love melts into a needy mess when you deny him praise, but it’s the soft humiliation that truly gets to him. “Look at you, Tamaki. So desperate you can’t even think straight,” you murmur as he squirms beneath you, his face buried against your shoulder in shame. You make him repeat filthy things back to you, forcing him to verbalize exactly what he wants while you deny him touch. His voice is shaky and hesitant, stumbling over the words as his blush spreads down his chest. “P-Please… need you so bad. I-I’ll be good, I promise.” And when you finally give in and touch him, he shudders at the first brush of your hand, the buildup making him unravel almost instantly, leaving him clinging to you with breathless apologies for being so needy.

Shigaraki

Shigaraki’s punishments are about control—taking away the freedom he hates to lose. His wrists are bound behind his back, stripping him of the ability to touch or claw at anything. He grits his teeth, trying to maintain some semblance of control, but the longer you tease him, the more his composure cracks. “Tch—y-you think this is gonna break me? I—ah—I’m not that weak,” he growls, but his defiance fades fast when you ignore his attempts to dominate the situation. Every stroke of your hand or teasing press of your body has him trembling, his breath hitching as he tries to hold back the moans threatening to spill from his lips. His crimson eyes glisten with frustration when you stop just before he can tip over the edge, and despite his rough exterior, his voice cracks with desperate need. “P-Please… fuck—please just let me cum already.” By the time you’re finished, he’s a panting, wrecked mess, left clinging to you with the faintest, breathless “thank you” against your skin.

Keigo

Restraining his hands is one thing, but grounding his wings so he can’t use them sends a shudder through him. He shifts restlessly beneath you, golden eyes hazy with a mixture of frustration and desire. “Come on, baby… don’t be so mean,” he coaxes, trying to charm his way out of punishment. But when you stay silent, refusing to give him the praise he craves, his teasing bravado starts to crumble. His breath hitches as you touch him just enough to tease, never enough to satisfy. Each whimper, each twitch of his wings, only fuels your resolve. “D-Don’t ignore me like this… Please, I—I need you,” he stammers, golden eyes wide and pleading. His cocky grin is long gone by the time you’re finished, replaced by breathless moans and soft cries as he finally falls apart beneath your touch.

| a/n: I hope you guys enjoyed this, I know i need to post on this account more..also new chapter of she echoes in blue comes out tomorrow!!

[fa1rydr3ams]

MHA COLLEGE SMAU X FEM! READER

You had just landed in Tokyo, the hum of the city greeting you like an old friend. Neon signs flickered against the night sky, casting their reflections across streets glossed with rain water. Despite the familiar sights, the air tasted different after so long.

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The taxi ride from the airport was a blur of headlights and distant chatter, the city moving too fast and yet not fast enough. Your fingers drummed lightly against the window as the campus district came into view, UA College’s silhouette standing proud against the skyline. For a moment, memories of late-night study sessions, campus festivals, and training drills resurfaced, tethering you to a version of yourself that felt worlds away.

But that was then.

Now, as the taxi pulled up in front of your apartment complex, the realization hit. You were back, and for good this time. No more modeling gigs in New York, no more late-night flights across the ocean. Tokyo was your stage again—only this time, the spotlight wasn’t just on your quirk.

Dragging your suitcase through the entrance, you stepped into the warmth of your apartment. Sparse but familiar, the space echoed with the faint hum of city life through the windows. Setting your bags aside, you collapsed onto the couch, exhaling the tension from your shoulders. Before you could sink too far into the cushions, your phone buzzed against your thigh.

The screen lit up with a name that instantly made you smile: [minaashidoo] sent you a message: OMG UR BACK

You barely had time to unlock your phone before another notification appeared.

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You let out a sigh of content looking back at your screen one last time. Its not like you we’re gonna unpack tonight anyways. Pushing yourself off of the couch and grabbing your phone. Making your way down the hall into your beloved bedroom.

“listening party…huh,” announcing to no one in particular you looked through the sea of clothes left in your closet. The words slipped into the quiet room, met only by the faint rustle of clothes as hangers touching beneath sifting hands.

Fabric slid between your fingers—soft, sleek, rubbery—each option carrying a different vibe. A quick glance at the clock nudged you to make a decision. The chosen outfit draped across the bed as accessories clinked softly atop the dresser. Perfume lingered faintly in the air, the last spritz settling against your skin as the mirror reflected a sight you never feared to see.

Phone in hand, a quick snap captured the moment; the prelude to a night that hadn’t yet begun.

The city air clung to your skin as you stepped onto the pavement, the faint hum of distant traffic weaving through the night. Streetlights cast golden halos against the sidewalk, and the faint pulse of music echoed from somewhere down the block. Your phone vibrated in your pocket, a quick glance revealing Mina’s name flashing across the screen.

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The notification bubble vanished as footsteps approached from the corner. Pink bubblegum hair bounced with every step, eyes sparkling with excitement as Mina rushed forward, practically throwing herself into your arms.

“Finally! I swear it’s been forever!” Her voice carried a mix of joy and mock exasperation, muffled slightly against your shoulder.

“It’s only been…what? A year?” you teased, though the warmth of her hug made it clear the time apart had been far too long.

“Yeah, well, that’s like forever in best friend years. Come on, I want you to meet the band!” Mina looped her arm through yours, tugging you down the street with all the enthusiasm of someone determined not to miss a single beat of the night.

Building lights blurred past as the venue came into view—a low hum of bass vibrating through the pavement, the faint pulse of anticipation threading through your veins.

all images used are from pinterest.

[fa1rydr3ams]

Headcanon: You caught your boyfriend doing something you would didn’t expect

| cw: sub! mha characters, domme! reader, mdni 18+, voice kink, no explicitly sexual activity (besides dabi’s and aizawa’s kinda), technically threesome?

| a/n: found these in my notes and decided to post a few because I haven’t posted in a while. plus I found some others that are lowkey depraved :p (lmk if you guys want them 😊)

| characters: shigaraki, dabi, aizawa, keigo, mirio and tamaki

Shigaraki

Shigaraki wasn’t expecting you home so soon. That much was obvious when you stepped into the bedroom and found him crouched by the laundry hamper, holding one of your worn shirts up to his face. And with his hand halfway down his waistband you could tell where he planned for that to go.

“Tomu,” you said, voice laced with amusement. He flinched, gripping the shirt tighter in his fists as he turned to face you, his cheeks dusted a deep pink.

“Tch… you should really lock the door if you don’t want people going through your stuff,” he muttered, attempting to deflect; quickly taking his hand out of his pants with a little whine from the lack of pressure.

You raised a brow, stepping closer, and his breath hitched when you gently plucked the fabric from his grasp. “If you wanted something that smells like me, all you had to do was ask,” you teased. His eyes darkened with something desperate as his fingers twitched at his sides, like he was holding himself back from grabbing you.

“You—you weren’t here,” he admitted through gritted teeth. “Needed something to hold me over…”

His honesty was rare, and you weren’t about to let it go to waste; and the way he looked at you like he needed a fix of a drug was too much to ignore.

Dabi

You weren’t planning on catching Dabi in the act, but when you returned home earlier than expected, you immediately heard the soft hum of your own voice echoing from the bedroom. Curious, you followed the sound only to find him sprawled out on the bed, one of your voice messages playing on his phone, his hand wrapped around his cock.

His eyelids were heavy, dark lashes fluttering as he groaned at your recorded words. He must have saved a message from when you were away. With the way he bucked into his palm made it clear he was completely lost in it.

“You really couldn’t wait for me, could you?” you said from the doorway, making your presence known.

His eyes snapped open, and for a moment, he froze, guilt flashing across his face. But it was quickly replaced with something more dangerous—a slow smirk creeping onto his lips. “Can you blame me?” he rasped, his hand still lazily stroking himself. “ha—you sound so fuckin’ good when you talk like that.”

You tilted your head, watching him carefully. “If you want to cum to my voice, maybe I should make you earn it properly.”

Dabi let out a low chuckle, a challenge burning in his gaze. “You gonna stop me? Or you gonna tell me exactly what you want me to do next?”

Keigo

You came home anticipating your boyfriend would come to the door running like he normally does. What you didnt expect was to make your way to your shared bedroom and see the door slightly cracked open and your boyfriend on your bed touching himself

It looked like he’d been there a while; head thrown back and mouth slightly agape. You stood at the door watching seeing how long it would take for him to notice you. Pushing the door open so it would creak a bit, his eyes shot open and he locked eyes with you.

“Awh fu-mmh..” you thought he would stop but he didnt, so you made your way over to the bed and watched as he started to move his hand faster as if to combat what you would do to him.

Aizawa

Aizawa always prided himself on being composed, on having self-control. But when you walked in on him, sprawled out on your shared bed, using one of your toys—one meant specifically for you—all of that self-control was gone.

His hair was fanned out against the pillows, his chest rising and falling heavily as the toy buzzed between his legs. He didn’t even hear you enter at first, too lost in the pleasure, his lips parted in breathless moans.

It wasn’t until you leaned against the doorframe and cleared your throat that he jolted upright, yanking the toy away as his face burned red.

“I—I didn’t think you’d be home yet,” he muttered, avoiding eye contact.

You smirked, stepping closer until you were looming over him. “You couldn’t wait for me?” you asked, brushing a hand through his messy hair. “Or were you just curious how it felt?”

His throat bobbed, pupils blown wide. “I… I just wanted to know…” The meekest you’ve ever heard him speak, so full of need and desperation.

You took the toy from his grasp, pressing it against his thigh teasingly. “Then let me show you how it’s meant to be used.” He nodded eagerly ready for whatever intense stimulation you give him.

Mirio + Tamaki

Mirio wasn’t good at hiding things—his open nature meant that whenever he tried, it was painfully obvious. So when you walked into the hotel room and saw him already between Tamaki’s legs, kissing along his inner thigh, the guilty look he shot you was almost comical.

“You started without me?” you asked, raising a brow. Tamaki looked just as panicked, stammering over his words. “I—it’s not what it looks like! W-we just got carried away!”

Mirio, on the other hand, gave you a sheepish grin, running a hand through his golden hair. “We were just warming up for you!” he tried, though the guilty flush on his cheeks betrayed him.

You crossed your arms, tapping a finger against your bicep. “Is that right?”

Mirio’s grin wavered. “I mean… we thought about waiting…?”

Tamaki whimpered, shifting beneath Mirio as if trying to hide. You sighed dramatically. “You were just ‘warming up for me,’ huh?” you mused, tilting your head.

Your gaze flickered between the two of them, watching as Mirio shifted, clearly unsure whether he should sit back or stay where he was. Tamaki, poor thing, was absolutely mortified, hands twitching at his sides like he wanted to reach for you but didn’t know if he was allowed.

Mirio let out a breathy laugh, scratching the back of his head. “We, uh… we got a little impatient.”

“A little?” You arched a brow, taking slow, deliberate steps toward them. The closer you got, the more Tamaki squirmed, the more Mirio’s confidence wavered.

header and dividers by me but ill tag my inspo @dollywons bc I love them

[fa1rydr3ams]

♡ Cooking & Cleaning; Art Donaldson x Reader ♡

nsfw! (18+) cw: service sub!art donaldson, dom!reader, afab/fem reader, use of ma'am as an honorific, brief food play, oral sex (reader receiving), begging, handjob, brief edging, praise, degradation, multiple orgasms (character receiving), dry orgasm

wc: 6.3 k (whoops)

note: this was pulled from the most depraved parts of my brain. i refuse to be held accountable for the absolute filth this contains ! :)

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The very second that your key is in the apartment door and you're finally home, you find your legs nearly collapsing underneath you as you step inside and kick off your black kitten heels.

"God," you groan, shutting the door behind you before you move to peel your chic new blazer off of your shoulders. You toss it onto the coatrack nearby and bring a handful of your fingers up to your forehead to rub at it tensely, sighing deeply.

It had been a long day at the USTA (United States Tennis Association) office, and all you wanted to do was come home and see your husband.

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After Art had lost several important and consecutive tennis matches, as well as his confidence on the court (despite his actual tennis skills still being phenomenal -- he just psyched himself out too much), he had decided to give up his life as a professional athlete.

At first, this devastated you. Not only did you love your partner and believe in him throughout his career, as well as believing in his very real ability to eventually win the US Open, but this decision of his also meant that your position as his coach would become obsolete..

You actually became quite anxious about you and Art's future at the time.. you had needed a purpose, and so did he. You both were just those kinds of people; you and him both wanted to feel that you were contributing to something bigger than just yourselves, and that you were being useful to someone or something.

Luckily, his many previous years of successful tennis playing had scored you and him a shit ton of wealth. Like, genuinely a lot. You were beyond grateful, but you still wanted a life of your own. You didn't dare to think about the idea of becoming a stay-at-home wife while he went out and did whatever he wanted. Yuck. It just wasn't for you.

Your fears and inner turmoil about this change in your lives were quickly eased once Art had sat you down about two weeks after he had left his tennis career behind. He had taken your hands in his, smiled softly like he always did, and told you that he wanted to stay at home and take care of everything in it while you went out and continued your career in the field of professional athletics.

Of course, you immediately and excitedly agreed with the idea of this new plan, and then that was that!

You two developed new lives and new roles as people over a short period of time, but it didn't take away from the love you two shared. That always stayed consistent and at the center of everything.

Eventually, after a month or so of coming home from your new job to Art doing things like vacuuming the wooden floors of your guys' expensive New York apartment, or making elaborate protein-packed smoothies for the gym sessions that you two still did together, you came to realize that the whole "house husband" persona was actually kinda hot.

He had realized it too. Quicker than you had, actually. In fact, he can distinctly remember the overwhelming feeling of heat that had pooled deep in his gut the first time he had ever served you a home-cooked meal after you came home from a long day at your new job. He had gently rubbed your sore feet that night while you ate, and then suddenly couldn't find a way to deny how this new practice of.. servicing you.. made him feel.

I mean, God, he loved doing that stuff for you.. cooking.. tidying.. pampering.. washing.. he would do it all. You knew that he worshipped the ground that you walked on—reminding yourself constantly of the time he had admitted to you during sex that he believed he would be "nowhere without you"—and you devoured the increased sense of power that came with it every. single. time. It eventually became very easy and comfortable for you to let him take care of you. You grew hungry for it.

And then this persona of his, over time, dissolved into something much more intimate..

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After tossing your blazer on the rack and rubbing at your temples, you drag your pantyhose-covered feet across the floor and into the kitchen.

Your nose is instantly filled with the aroma of fluffy, vanilla sweetness and a bit of nutmeg. you sigh happily as you turn the corner and see Art standing over a mess of what appears to be flour and sugar in a large bowl on the kitchen counter. He looks over his shoulder briefly with a smile as he mixes the dry ingredients together with a whisk.

“Hey, hon,” he grins, before turning back to look down at his current baking project.

you shuffle up behind him and hug him, your cheek pressing against his warm upper back as your arms reach to wrap gently around his abdomen. You sigh deeply.

“Hey, babe.. ‘m so tired. It was such a long day.”

He laughs softly, which shakes you a bit as you hold him.

“What’d your colleagues do now?”

You shake your head against him, groaning dramatically.

“I don’t want to talk about it.. what are you baking? It smells good in here.”

“Nothing crazy, it’s just some holiday cookies. I found the recipe online this morning after you left.”

“How many are you planning to make? There’s already some in the oven,” you ask, peeking around his frame from behind to see him set the bowl aside and wipe his hands on the apron he’s wearing. (It was white with small pink hearts by the pockets. You got it for him when he started cooking for you everyday, and he used to feel weird about it. He said it made him feel “slightly emasculated”, but he quickly grew to absolutely adore it. It was just another way for you to claim him as your personal chef. One night before you got home, he jerked off while wearing it, but he would never tell you that.)

“I don’t really know,” he shrugs and chuckles sheepishly, “there are twelve baking right now, but I thought that maybe I could make some for our neighbors.”

You chuckle softly, your hands disconnecting from their place on his stomach to reach down and give his ass a small squeeze. He jumps a little at the feeling, embarrassed laughter bubbling up in his chest.

“Where’d all this holiday cheer come from?” you smirk, pulling back from your position against his back to lean your hip against the counter. You just wanted to look at his pretty face. Your eyes quickly fixate on the fact that he’s got a bit of flour on his flushed cheek.. It’s only a small puff and smear of the white substance near his jaw, but for some reason it starts a flame in your lower stomach. There was just something about the way he got a little messy when he cooked or baked for you.

His cheeks plump up in shape ever-so-slightly as he grins at you.

“I don’t know.. I had time before you got home- I mean, well, before i thought you’d get home, and so i thought I’d just-”

You take a step forward, nodding at his words while your body is now only inches from his. You look up into his glassy blue eyes.

“You thought you’d just.. what?” you purr, your hand coming up to caress his lower back.

He swallows thickly, briefly looking down at the mess on the counter before he looks back to you. His body temperature is steadily rising as he feels your fingertips caress him over his loose t-shirt.

“I just thought I’d make some more,” he whispers.

You lean in, reaching your other hand up to gingerly hold the side of his neck while you press a kiss to it.

“You’re such a sweetheart, aren’t you?”

He nods, slowly, his eyelids fluttering slightly at the feeling of your mouth on him.

“I..I mean, yeah, I guess.”

You lean in a bit more, sucking softly at his neck. His head lolls a bit forward, and you nip at him when the sound of his shaky breathing reaches your ears.

You pull back, a small smirk covering your face as you look up at him.

His focus darts from your eyes to your lips as he reaches both of his hands out for your waist, but he’s rudely interrupted when the timer for the oven goes off— cookies are done.

You both nearly jump out of your skin at the sound; the incessant beeping pulling you both out of the thick fog of tension between your bodies and minds.

“Shit,” he mumbles, flushing pink from his cheeks to the tips of his ears as he turns off the timer at the top of the oven and moves to hastily grab an oven mitt from the lower drawer.

He pulls open the oven door, and you step back to watch him pull the tray out and set it on top of the stove area.

He sighs, pulling off the mitt and setting it aside as he leans over the cookies. His eyes are inspecting each one, and he has a very focused expression plastered on his face. He was as much of a perfectionist in the kitchen as he used to be on the court, that was for sure.

Your body moves in to stand beside him, also peering down at the tray of gorgeous golden-brown cookies. You place a hand on his upper back, rubbing it encouragingly.

“These look incredible,” you say, smiling at him.

He nods, still inspecting them, “They look better than I thought they would.. I actually messed up earlier and accidentally added three-fourths of a cup of sugar instead of two-thirds..”

“They look perfect, don’t stress.”

He looks to you, his gaze meeting yours and then suddenly everything was back to how it was before the timer went off. His hands reach for your waist, squeezing at your hips as he looks lovingly down at you.

“Be proud of yourself, Art.. you did a good job,” you laugh softly, your hands reaching up to cup his face. He pulls you closer.

“I am.”

“Are you?”

“Mhm.”

“Good.”

You suddenly get a very filthy idea.

“Can.. can you tell me what the recipe called for?”

His brows furrow slightly as he seems taken aback by your request, his cock already starting to stir to life in his sweatpants just from holding your body. He didn’t want to talk about the damn cookies anymore.

“What?”

You roll your eyes, one of your hands dropping from his face to reach around the fabric of the front of his apron and grope him over his sweats. Your other hand moves down too, but just to gently hold the side of his torso. His whole body jolts forward and his lips part instantly.

“You’ll like where this is headed, trust me. Just talk to me.. tell me what you did to make the cookies look so perfect..”

He breathes unsteadily, his fingers digging into your waist as he feels your hand start to work his cock up to a full-blown, hot, twitchy erection.

“I.. uhm.. I just..” he breathes out, his eyes growing lidded as he absentmindedly bucks up against your touch, still trying to maintain eye contact as pleasure starts to flood his senses, “one cup of b-butter.. ngh-!.. two cups.. two cups of flour… and then- ugh!- two.. two-thir-r-ds.. of..”

His voice trails off, shaky and low and broken as he hangs his head a bit, leaking incessantly into his boxers. It was that easy for you to work him up.

You frown, “Uh oh.. come on, baby, don’t go nonverbal on me that quick.. we’ve just barely gotten started…”

A small whimper leaves his chest as he tries to finish his words, “Two-thirds, I m-mean- three-f-fourths of a c-cup of.. s-su.. sugar… one teasp’of vanilla.. and.. o-one.. teaspoon of nutm-eg.”

You smile, stroking his cock over the fabric of his pants, “Good boy.. God, you’re so pretty when you’re slurring for me..”

He moans obscenely, melting at the praise while he feels his length grow suddenly intensely hot. A certain kind of numbness starts to creep over his crotch before his hands are flying from your hips to your wrist.

“Wait! W-Wait!” he gasps, his eyes squeezing shut as he blows a concentrated shaky breath from his lips, his fingertips digging into your arm.

Your eyebrow lifts and you smile as you take in the way his body shakes and shudders as he holds it in for you. He knows how to behave.. what would make you happy.. what would make you disappointed.. After all, he’s been trained by you in more than just tennis.

“Close?” you whisper.

His body starts to slowly relax again as he regains some of his composure. He blinks his eyes back open slowly, looking into yours.

“Very,” he groans.

You pull your hands from his body, and he whines softly.

“Take off the apron. Put it on the floor.”

You’re sure you’ve never seen him move so fast— his hands reaching behind his back and undoing the tied string. Then, he pulls the apron off over his head, tossing it off to the side. He watches you study him with parted lips, and he bites onto his own.

“Now take your sweats off for me.”

He does as he’s told; his shaky fingers reaching down to slip his pants down to his lower thighs, and then down to his knees and ankles, and then he steps out of them. He kicks them gently next to where the apron was thrown, now making a mess of grey and white fabric where both items pooled on the kitchen floor.

You step close to his body, cupping his face before running a hand through his messy strawberry-blonde locks. But it doesn’t take long for your eyes to travel solely down to the bulge prominently pressing against the inside of his navy boxer briefs. You run a fingertip up and over the outline of his dick, relishing in the way it makes him shake. He was now just in his tee shirt, boxers, and white socks, while you stayed fully clothed. But not for too much longer.

"My pretty husband.." you coo to him, making his lips part to let out a few uneven breaths. You glance around his frame and notice a bowl off to the side that had remnants of the soft cookie dough from the first batch of the cookies. You smirk.

You lean forward and swipe your thumb along the inside of the bowl, gathering some of the sugary, buttery mixture on your digit. His gaze remains lidded and locked onto your face, not finding any importance in your hand's movements at the kitchen counter. You bring your thumb back in, showing him what you did.

He spares your thumb a quick glance, but then his eyes are back on yours, and then your lips, and then the way that your breasts are peeking out from the low-cut collar of your work top. You bring your thumb up to his mouth.

"Open," you whisper.

He does as he's told, parting his lips further and leaning in to encourage your finger to slip past them.

You push your cookie dough-covered thumb into his mouth, feeling him immediately begin to suckle on it; his tongue swirled over it, and his eyes fluttered shut right after they began to roll back. His brows furrow, and a couple of faint whines bubble up out of him as the taste of his homemade sweetness melts seamlessly on his palate.

While your thumb is in his mouth, you push it down softly on his tongue.

"Knees, baby," you say breathlessly.

Art knew this command like the back of his hand.

Effortlessly and steadily, he dropped down to his knees one after the other, keeping your digit in his mouth the entire time. He didn't dare let it go. He moved to sit on his calves.

"Good job.. good boy..."

He whimpered, the vibrations of his pathetic sounds causing your hand to buzz slightly.

"I want your mouth on my cunt.. can you do that for me, darling?" you purr, running your hand through his hair for a moment. He nods around you.

"Y'sh, m'm.." he mumbled, trying his best to speak while still relishing your touch with enough attention.

You pull your thumb from the heat of his wet mouth, and smirk as you watch his lips chase after it.

"What was that?"

You already had a good idea about what he had murmured, but it was just.. best to be sure.

"Yes, ma'am," he gasps out softly, his eyes glazed over.

He reaches up and pulls at your skirt, shimmying it down and over your ass and thighs, letting it fall to your ankles. You kick it aside, and lean your back against the countertop. Art positions himself on his knees so that he's on the floor in front of you, looking up at you. His hands shakily reach up to the sides of your pantyhose, his tongue licking out over his bottom lip. He digs his fingers into the taut fabric and looks up at you once more, beginning to pull them down.

Immediately you grab his wrists, halting his movements. His eyes look up into yours, worried that he had made a wrong move, but you shake your head with a soft smile.

"You can rip them."

He doesn't even mean to, but he moans when you give him permission to be a little desperate right now.

In an instant, his strong hands are pulling needily at your tights, causing them to rip from your crotch to your lower thighs. He hooks one of his index fingers into the inside of your panties, his thighs tensing up at the feeling of your wetness, and then he's pushing them to the side. His tongue rests out over his bottom lip as he leans in, holding the back of your leg with his free hand as his eyes flutter shut and he engulfs your heat with his mouth.

"Oh, fuck-!" you yelp, reaching down to tangle your hands in his soft curls, "fuck, fuck, that feels good, Art, don't stop.."

He moans, his eyes squeezed shut as he lathes his tongue up and down and over your wet hole. He lewdly sucks and swallows your slick that's quickly spilling over his tongue, trying to focus harder on your pleasure (and less on the feeling of his cock throbbing rapidly in his boxers.. he can feel himself leaking).

You remove your hands from his hair and move to unsteadily grip the countertop, your back pressing hard against it. Art hums around you in his mouth, moving his tongue up to lick sloppily at your clit. He opens his eyes, his brows furrowed, and looks up at you.

"God, you're so good at this.. you're doing so well.. i'm getting.. close.." you breathe out, studying the upper half of his face while the lower half remains buried in your pussy.

He doubles his efforts, smushing his face deeper against you, his lips pursing to suckle against your sensitive nub as his grip on your leg tightens. Art has half a mind at that moment to just scoot forward a bit and slot your ankle between his thighs, but he won't. You came first, in his mind. Literally, and figuratively.

You sling the leg that he's holding over his shoulder, giving him more access, and then you begin to feel an overwhelming, hot numbness creep over your lower half..

"ANGH!" you moan loudly, squeezing your eyes shut as your body begins to shake. Your fingers grip the kitchen counter so hard that you're afraid you'll break a nail.

"I'm going to cum, Art..!"

"Mm! Mm-mm!"

"I'm.. oh my god.... I'm... I'm-! Cumming-!" you whine, feeling your orgasm crash over you.

"MM-!" he laps at your pulsing cunt, squeezing his eyes shut before forcing them open so that he can watch the way your beautiful face moves to contort in ecstasy.

You groan and whine as your orgasm's aftershocks are uncomfortably prolonged by Art's relentless tongue, and your hands release the marble countertop to reach down and grab two soft fistfuls of his hair. You try to tug his head back from your cunt, but he just closes his eyes and presses his nose and mouth further against your core. The repetitive movements of his tongue over your folds cause lewd, wet noises to fill the kitchen.

"Art... A-Art..! Enough!" you slur out as the pleasure from before starts to melt into a prickly sting of oversensitivity.

His eyes flutter open and you shoot him a warning glance as he peers up at you.

"I said enough, yeah?" you snap, "stand up."

He immediately pulls his mouth away from your sticky body and stands up on shaky legs. His eyes look downward, guiltily avoiding your gaze, as he wipes at the clear slick covering his chin with the back of his hand.

You try to catch your breath for a moment, studying his chest as it heaves up and down -- him trying to catch his breath all the same. You reach out and take his lower jaw softly in one hand, forcing him to look at you properly.

"You got a little fucking greedy there for a minute.. didn't you?"

He bites his bottom lip for a second, nervously chewing on the inside of it as he debates what answer he could give that would result in the least amount of punishment from you.

"Did you hear what I said?" you whisper coldly, taking a step closer to him as your hand grazes against the erection standing proudly in his underwear.

His body automatically jolts forward, and he lets out a shaky breath as his brow twitches. "Yeah.. I did.." he huffs out.

You smirk, wrapping your hand around him over the dark blue fabric, "And what do you think, hm? Were you being greedy?"

He looks deep into your eyes, his lips parting as he feels you start to stroke him. He tries to stop it, but his hips start to shallowly buck against your grasp, and now he can't get any words out. He wants to, but he just.. he really can't.

You roll your eyes.

"You know what I want you to say, honey. Use that big brain of yours."

He moans softly, his hands coming up to hold the sides of your upper arms as his eyes grow lidded.

"I'm.. I was being greedy.. I'm greedy," he moans lowly, thrusting into your hand a bit quicker and with a tad bit more abandon.

"Yeah, yeah you are. You're a greedy little whore for this, aren't you?"

He nods slowly but repeatedly as his brows pinch together and his breathing picks up.

"Yesss," he says brokenly, his voice straining a little as his moans start to become whimpers and whines, "I'm.. s' greedy for you.. jus' for you.. mm..!"

You nod and smirk up at him as his face becomes pinker and pinker, "That's it, pretty boy.. good job. You like when I stroke your pretty cock?"

He lets out an obscenely loud moan as his abdomen curls in over itself a bit, his hands gripping the sleeves of your work top and pulling helplessly at the fabric as he feels a spurt of precome burst into the inside of his boxers.

You chuckle a little as you watch him visibly get closer to his climax, but then he suddenly releases the hold on one of your sleeves and urgently grabs the hand that's moving over his clothed length.

You look down to where his hand holds yours, and he lets out a filthy whimper as he pulls your touch off of him and then urgently pushes your hand past his waistband and down into the front of his boxers. You gasp at his seemingly impulsive actions, feeling your fingers finally come into contact with his slicked-up cockhead. Your fingertips just barely brush over his hot, leaking slit.. sliding over a thick glob of pre.. and then he's being sent over the edge. To the average person, the touch would be essentially imperceptible, but not to him.. not to Art. He was just far too sensitive.

Your husband lets out a startled cry as he doubles over your frame in front of him and frantically moans, his whole body trembling and tensing as his balls draw up, "I'm cumming!"

You don't even have time to really process what's happening until you feel your hand being covered in warm fluid, the substance dripping down your fingertips as Art basically comes untouched. You look up at him, dumbfounded, before you feel your abdomen grow warm and tingly. That was kinda.. hot?

"Jesus, baby," you whisper breathlessly as his hips jolt a few more times before stilling as he gulps air down into his lungs, "didn't realize you were that worked up.. that was a little quick, no?"

He moans softly, still feeling your fingers graze him inside of his boxers.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to.." he says, his breathing hitching in his throat as he tries to get the words out in spite of the pleasure still thrumming through his veins. He was still rock hard.

You smile, quickly using your clean, opposite hand to pull his boxers down to his lower thighs. His length slaps up lightly against his stomach before bobbing out in front of him, a tiny pearl-like bead of cum still leaking from his tip. He sighs shakily as he looks down at himself, and then up at you. You wrap your cum-covered hand around the base of his shaft, causing Art to jerk forward from sensitivity. He pulls a sharp breath in, his face scrunching up a little as he tries to control his body.

"I'll let you cum again," you start, watching his eyes light up, "but! you need to give me a warning this next time, okay? I want a clear warning, love."

He nods at your words, a more serious expression plastering over his face, "I will, I promise.. I.. I can give you a proper warning, ma'am.." he whispers.

And with that, you slide your hand from his base to his tip in one smooth motion, your thumb gliding over the head.

"GAH-!" he shudders forward, hissing in pain for a moment before he starts to moan again.

"You okay? Can you handle this?" you ask, your tone soft but seductive as you try to tease him but also legitimately check in. You two were always good at looking out for the other's wellbeing during your sessions together; the exchange of love and tender-care came easily to you both-- it was never something either of you had to question.

He nods, "Yeah, yes-ss, I can t-take it.." he slurs a little, watching your hand move up and down over his throbbing length.

"Look up into my eyes, darling," you purr, your hand starting to pick up speed, "does it feel good?"

He meets your eyes, his blue ones swimming with lust and desperation as he felt the beginnings of his second orgasm start to creep in, "Yes, fuck-! Yes! It feels so fucking good--!" he whines.

"Remember what we just talked about?"

He nods fervently, sucking his plump bottom lip in between his teeth as his focus darts from one of your eyes to the other. You speed up your hand, squeezing his shaft a little more to give him some pressure that you assume he needs.

He keens instantly, a loud moan rumbling from his chest as his thighs start to shake and his eyes squeeze shut.

"Art," you murmur in a seductive but warning tone.

He shakes all over, nodding his head, before his back stiffens up and he becomes incredibly tense. You keep your hand moving at the same fast pace, hoping his memory today is as good as his stamina.

"I'm going to cum," he whispers quickly, bringing his hands up to hold onto your shoulders as he pulls you closer.

You smile in approval, leaning in close to his ear and breathing warmly against his skin as you speak softly, "thank you for telling me, angel. do you want to cum for me?"

He nods, whining out a hasty "mhm". He lets out a breathy moan as he feels your hot words against his upper neck.

You press a chaste kiss there, and then you slide your hand up to gently grip his shaft while your thumb moves to rapidly swipe over his frenulum.

"Come."

And he does just that.

Art's back arches as soon as your one commanding word reaches his ears, cumming uncontrollably with an abrupt cry of pleasure. At first, his body is incredibly rigid as he lets go, his brows pinched up together as he feels the first, pulsing waves of his orgasm hit him, but then the full sensation of his release hits him and his whole body shudders deeply. He lets out little breathy moans and gasps as he relishes in the bursts of pleasure rolling over his cock. You slow your thumb down a bit as you watch him spurt rope after rope over your hand and onto the kitchen floor as he comes undone for you a second time.

"Fucking hell," you moan, now going back to stroking him fully instead of just rubbing a digit against his tip.

He grits his teeth in an instant, being pulled from his afterglow by the feeling of your hand forcing him back into a feeling of overstimulation. "Ah-! Ah!.. T-Too much, too much," he whimpers, his hands instinctively reaching down from your shoulders to push at your hand that's currently working him towards a third, uncomfortable orgasm that he's not even sure he wants anymore.

You use the hand that's not stroking him to move his hands away from your occupied one, giving him a small shake of your head.

"Hands behind your back, please. We're not done yet, okay?" you coo.

He quickly follows orders, moving both of his hands behind his back and away from his aching length, although not without letting out a sniffly whine of protest first.

"Please, ma'am.. I'm.. I can't do it I can't do it-- I'm-- AH!"

You cut off his soft moans of agony with a brief squeeze to the base of his dick, looking intently up into his eyes through your lashes.

"If you really want to stop, baby," you tilt your head teasingly, "you can always use the safeword, yeah?"

He bites his lip before he lets out a warped cry, his head lolling backwards in the same instant. You stop moving your hand.

"Art, darling," you whisper to him comfortingly.

He brings his head back upright to look down into your eyes, his face blank with pleasure; he almost looked drunk. His eyes were glazed over, his cheeks were pink, his hair was a mess, and his lips were parted to let out harsh little breaths of air as he tried to regain some semblance of being grounded in his own, ruined body.

You reach your free hand up to cup his jaw, brushing your thumb over the side of his face.

"Does it really hurt that bad? You know that you can be honest," you whisper, now a little concerned that maybe you pushed him too far.

He thinks for a moment before shaking his head slowly and swallowing a bit of drool that he realized has been collecting in his mouth for the past minute or so, "N-Just a little.." he breathes out.

You nod, giving him one soft stroke of his come-covered cock. He gasps and his torso jolts at the sensation, faint tears springing to his eyes.

"Sorry, sorry," you hum, "should we stop here then? I think maybe that would be best for you.. you've already done so well for me.."

The latter half of your sentence, that subtle bit of praise, gives him all the motivation he needs to want to unravel again.

He looks down at his still-hard cock, and then back up at you, and shakes his head. His tongue pokes out over his bottom lip and wets it as he tries to collect his thoughts.

"No.. no, I can do- I can go again, ma'am.. I pro-promise.." he slurs out, thrusting up into your hand.

You raise a skeptical brow at him and his movements, keeping your hand still.

"Are you sure? You know that I won't be upset with you if you want to stop, Art."

He shakes his head again, his lip trembling, "Please."

You smile softly and start to move your hand up and down over his cock again. Despite his previous indications that it was painful, the feeling has now seemed to morph back into unfiltered pleasure as he lets out a high-pitched moan of your name. He babbles endlessly, a mixture of pleas for more, letting out repetitive mumblings of "feels good", and "yes", and an assortment of stuttered expletives.

It doesn't take long for Art to get close again.

"I think 'm gonna come again," he mumbles, letting his eyes fall shut as his head slumps forward against your shoulder. You stroke him quicker, focusing on his hypersensitive tip as you feel a drip of precome come out.

"Oh? You want to come again?" you tease coyly.

You could be cruel sometimes. He had known that this part was coming eventually.

He shakes his head against the crook of your neck with a whine, "don't do this, please.."

You stop your hand at the base of his cock, halting his orgasm just as his load started to rise up his length. Art bites back an obscenely loud moan of protest that is dying to be let out..

"No, no no noo," he squirms against you, repetitively shaking his head as his face remains buried in your neck.

"You know what you need to do, darling."

"Please," he moans, "let me come.."

"You want to come?"

"Yes."

"You do?"

"YES..!"

"How should I make you come?"

"Can y- keep stroking my- I want my cock to be- I-" he mumbles incoherently.

You place your free hand on the back of his head, pushing your fingers pleasurably into his hair as he trembles against you.

"You want me to keep jerking you off? Hm?"

"Y-Yes-ss!" he moans out brokenly, using every bit of restraint within himself to resist the urge to move his hands from behind his back and relieve his aching parts.

He would never do that, though.. no matter how much he wanted to. He would always follow your wants and needs first. Those were most important to him.

"Ask me for what you need again. Nicely; just the way I like it."

"Please, can I come?"

"Again."

He whines, his hips involuntarily bucking up against your stilled hand wrapped around him.

"Please," he sobs, "can I please come for you?"

"Yes, honey, you can come."

You start to stroke his cock once again, and within just a few pumps Art is releasing again. Even though you can't see them because his face is still in your shoulder, his eyes roll all the way to the back of his head as he lets out a couple pitiful squirts of white, sticky liquid over your hand. "Ooh, that's it.. good boy.. are you my pretty little slut?"

When Art hears this, he isn't exactly sure what happens, but it's like the orgasm that's already halfway finished just completely starts over.

"Ohh my fucking- oh my god-dd-! Ugh! HNGH-!"

It's like every single nerve ending in his body is lighting up at once, and he can't do a damn thing about it.. he can't stop it...

His legs nearly go limp underneath him, and he has to lean further into you to prevent himself from collapsing.

Art then releases the most pornographic moans you've ever heard and tenses up in your hold all over again. You're not really sure what's happening until he--

"I'm cumming again! I'm cumm-m-ing-! Again! Ohmyfucking--! GOD!"

He whines and sobs against your body, his arms still held behind his back as you feel his cock jump and pulse in your hand again. This time, nothing comes out. It's odd because it's clear that he's cumming for a fourth time, but there's nothing to show for it.

You slow your hand but continue to stroke his length which is now covered in the creamy-white filth of his previous loads. His cock softens a little, but you're unsure when his orgasm ends because, again, nothing is coming out.

Art's frame suddenly begins to jerk around every time your hand brushes over his tip, and he lets out a hiss of discomfort through his gritted teeth and a sniffle afterwards. As soon as you hear that, you know he's done and you quickly remove your hand. Any extra stimulation and he'd genuinely start to cry. You could save that for another time.. if he wanted you to.

You move your other hand from his hair to his clothed upper back and rub small, comforting circles over it.

"I've got you," you whisper, "you did such a good job, baby. You just came dry for me."

He nods, sniffling wetly and exhaustedly.

You continue to rub his back for a minute or so in silence as he comes back down to earth; the pleasurable waves of his release's aftershocks allowing him to bask in the ebb and flow of it all as he tries to calm his ragged breathing.

"I feel weak," he groans softly.

You nod, "I'm right here, you're okay.. take some deep breaths for me, honey."

He nuzzles deeper against your neck and sighs contentedly, the fuzziness in his head starting to dissipate with your caring words and gentle touch.

"You're my good boy," you whisper, pressing your cheek against the side of his head.

"Mhmm," he hums, "always for you."

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"GIRLS"

college au! denki kaminari x reader

cw: recreational drug use, bad language, sexual tension, wet and messy public handjobs, men whimpering, lowk sub denki, whining, teasing, drooling,

wc: 2.5k

loosely inspired by the dare's album "what's wrong with new york?"

"girls that's mean just for fun, i like girls who make love, but i like girls that like to fuck"

"THAT'S WHAT'S UP"

"she doesn't like you, y'know."

denki kaminari gasped semi-sarcastically, like its obvious that you don't like him and anyone with eyes can see that but it still shocking to hear out of his best friend's mouth.

jirou turns to him with barely concealed mirth in her eyes and she looks up from her phone where she'd been texting momo, asking for her whereabouts.

they were at a party, a sleazy rich kid house party, one of momo's friend's sisters' or something like that. the kind that involved lots of expensive alcohol, shitty bass music, and sweaty hot rich kids that did too much coke and no survival instincts or a general sense of humiliation. one guy had already thrown up twice, two girls had passed out, someone's boyfriend had punched someone else and denki was absolutely fucking loving it.

he and jirou had smoked some good shit with hanta after pregaming and had enter the party at its pinnacle, completely crossfaded. the good kind that makes you feel like hot shit, like you're the baddest on the planet, and that you could fuck anyone you wanted if you tried hard enough.

that was about two, maybe three, hours ago.

he hits the vape he stole from jirou and scrunches his face at her.

"where even is momo?"

he's chosen to dodge the topic. the topic of you.

he only knows you as one of momo's ex talking stages. you run in the same social circles mostly and somehow, you're still amicable, friendly infact, its some weird sapphic thing that denki doesn't get. how you're friends with jirou, denki really doesn't get. like how can jirou be friends with her girlfriend's ex-situation?

well that's what he thought.

until he met you.

and wow.

you're across the kitchen from him now, chatting it up with some guy you just met, and he's laughing at something you said because you have this effortless wit and charm about you that everyone in your vicinity can sense. it rolls off you in waves, your aura is so attraction, so is your hair, and your eyes, and your smile, and the dress you're wearing-

and now you're looking at him, or maybe at jirou, yeah never mind, you're looking at jirou, and before he knows it his best friend is whacking the back of his neck.

"you're staring," she teases in a singsong voice, fucking annoying habit that she stole from him and just for that he snatches her drink from her and downs it in one gulp. "hey, what the fuck is wrong with you?"

denki fake gags slightly before smiling all teeth "you never answered my question, when's your girlfriend getting here?" jirou rolls her eyes at his obvious diversion from the topic "i want her to make me that weird drink she makes with the tequila.... and i'm pretty sure i left my lighter in her car."

"momo won't care y'know." she looks at him with full seriousness and nods in your direction. "you should be more worried about how you're gonna talk to her."

denki says nothing in reply, only sighs and send jirou an affirmative hum so that she knows he's not being pissy and ignoring her.

his eyes cut to you again, the guy you were talking to has gone back to the friends he came with and you're pouring yourself a drink.

and jirou was right, by the way. at first you didn't like him, he laughs too loud at his own jokes, bums cigs off of everyone and everytime you've seen him in passing, at parties like this or nights at the club when jirou's band plays, he's always chatting someone up.

girls of all kinds, tall girls, small girls, girls that do drugs, girls with dicks, blondes, brunettes, gingers, white girls, black girls, brown girls.

you wondered about him. there's gotta be something that he's doing right, because from what you've heard from momo his cool guy persona is simply that, a persona, and he's actually a massive loser who spends most of his time playing pokemon go or holed up in his room watching anime. so how he can pull so many baddies, most of whom speak of him fondly, is a mystery to you.

but damn, he is cuteeee.

like cracked, horny, stoner, twink that would probably beg for it cute.

and you're obsessed.

that's the real reason why you've been throwing shade at him all night, making sly biting comments, getting into dumb senseless arguments, you're playing with him, working him up slowly, and he's enjoying it.

but contrary to popular belief, denki is not the sleazebag everyone thinks he is. sure he's had a few flings with a few friends, drunken nights never spoken of again, and there was that one time where a girl he slept with lied to him about having a boyfriend. but like, aside from that, he's not like horrible.

and momo is his friend, and idk, isn't flirting with her ex kinda weird, and won't you think its weird that he's flirting with you, and omg, what if you think its weird??, and you actually don't want anything to do with him, and this highly charged game made of mean banter and heated stares, is actually just a game and he's been reading all the signals wrong, and you actually don't want him, and he's gonna have to jerk off so hard tomorrow morning to forget about you because the look you gave him after you called him a senseless idiot for spilling vodka on the counter early was sooo hot and he-

"you're spiralling."

jirou rolls her shoulder and starts riffling through her jacket pockets, probably looking for the vape denki has concealed in his right hand. she pauses and looks at the blonde before sighing. "momo's here. she's got your light." she gets up off the counter and pauses. "and maybe drink something before you smoke, you look like you're about to vom all over the floor or somethin'."

"you dirty bitch, i am not nervous, i swear you're so-" jirou leaves him in the kitchen with a resounding cackle and goes out into the main house to find her girlfriend.

the sound of jirous laughter calls your attention over to denki, who's attention you already had, he'd been counting the piercings on your right ear, and a smirk creeps onto your face, as you pick up your cup and make your way over to him.

"do you have a staring problem?" straight to the point, your voice so close to his ear it makes him jump. "huh, oh, what?" he splutters "staring? me?? why would i be staring at you, of all people?"

the red on his cheeks makes you snort and you regard his fake non-chalant lean against the kitchen counter.

"well that's what i'm trying to work out," you say as you inch closer practically caging him in, still keeping direct eye contact.

his breath hitches slightly as his eyes lock onto your own, determined to win whatever game it is your playing, despite the twitch in his jeans.

you're so close you practically taste his breath, he smells like bud, expensive foreign perfume and bubblegum, your hands splayed either side of his hips creep closer to him.

denki can hear the gulp he takes when your hands finally make contact with his body, your thumbs just slightly grazing his outer thighs, he thinks he might actually have a fucking heart attack or something. he keeps his eyes on yours, but trying to centre himself in your gaze seems to have been the wrong decision to make because the way you tilt your head and smile so innocently, like you don't know what you're doing, is sending him to space. and it's your smile that makes him blink and drop his eyes entirely to the curve of your lips, just for a second.

you notice immediately and let out an obnoxious 'ha!' before reaching up and plucking the joint that he had tucked behind his ear, and yeah it was part of the fit, the pink rolling paper matched his shoes, before taking a step back from the blonde.

he responds to your laugh with a scoff and a roll of his eyes which makes your smile grow even wider. you hide this as best you can by taking a sip of your drink effectively finishing it. he looks at you, amber eyes regarding you curiously, like he's awaiting instruction.

"you wanna go out back?" you smile cheekily brandishing your prize, "go smoke this baby before jirou gets back?"

he sniffs and stands at his full height, stuffing his hands in his back pockets before nodding to the exit. and you lead the way to the garden with a giggle.

"it's not my fault. you're the poser walking around with a joint and no lighter." as you finally stamp out then end of the joint. you'd just had to beg some snotty marlboro gold smoking guy for the use of his lighter. "honestly it was more of an accessory than a zoot, you didn't even roll it well."

"you're so mean to me," denki flushes, honest to god his voice sounding more like a whimper then anything else.

you scoff at him. you're not mean, this guys just an idiot, generally easy to make fun of, and has the most adorable reactions whenever you take the piss out of him. you can't help yourself. he's so easy practically throwing himself at you, demanding all of your attention all night and then whining like a kicked puppy and retreating back to hide behind jirou when you don't give him the response he's looking for.

"oh, i'm sorry," you ask soflty and the change in attitude gives him whiplash. "are you alright, denki?" he's growing crossed eyed as he watches your lips getting closer to his.

his knees buckle "yeah, just uh, my iron deficiency."

you pull away to raise your eyebrow about to make a sarcastic remark when he surges forward and captures your lips in his. your hands travel up the back of his neck, and the way you thread your fingers through his hair makes him groan into your mouth. you push against him effectively pining him against the cold stone wall, and he just takes it, lets you control the momentum of the kiss, like he's in the middle of a storm just being thrown around and carried by the waves, and he's fucking loving every second of it.

you swear once you break for air, your lips plump, and wet, and juicy, and soft, and he's already diving back in, he needs more of you. more of your taste, fuck, you taste so good, your lips are so soft and syrupy against his, he feels like he's melting into to your hands.

"careful," you murmur directly into his ear and he keens as you grip his hair tight and tilt his head back to give provide acces to his bare neck.

"please, please, please, please, fuck."

you tug harshly on his blonde locs, his eyes fluttering open at the feeling as you hold his gaze. "what do you want denki? use your words."

he can't think of how to reply, not with your right hand itching at his scalp and your left hand drawing circles on the skin above his waistband. "oh god, i don't- i don't even know- i- fuck."

your left hand has dropped, finger only slightly grazing the front of his jeans but it's enough for him to whine so prettily in your ear and cant his hips upwards into your palm.

"fuck, please-"

you cut him off by mashing your lips into his, he accepts gratefully pouring every inch of his desire into your mouth.

"you're so desperate."

he's nodding, he wants you so bad, your hand feels so good even through the layers of fabric covering his most sensitive parts, but its like his skin is on fire, and the only thing that can put it out is your touch. his hands run along your torso, his finger only just brushing over your nipples, enough to make you gasp into him, as he wraps his arms around your body to deepen the kiss.

as good as this feels, the sounds he's making, the whimpers leaving his lips as he grinds into your hand, are increasing in volume and your entirely conscious of the fact that you are outside, out the open, for anyone to hear or see.

you hiss out his name, but just hearing your voice turns him on more and you have to grip his face with you fingers for him to stop moving and pay attention.

"if you want me to keep going," punctuated by a squeeze to his jaw, "then- look at me when i'm talking to you, then you're gonna have to shut up." your gaze is so intense he's nodding before he's even fully comprehended the words you've said.

his pretty amber eyes roll back into his head as your hand finally slips underneath his boxers and you grasp his hot, sticky, dick with your cold soft hands. "oh wow," you snicker, "you're so messy."

your words make denki whine, silenced by a stern look before he pouts. "what so you can talk but i can't even-, oh fuck-" you squeeze him, the weight heavy in your hands.

"yeah, because you're leaking all over my hand."

he holds in his whine this time cussing under his breath and looking at you. his pretty face obscured by strands of hair all wild and messy sticking up at odd angles. his lips are pink and swollen, drool threatening to spill out of his mouth, cheeks flushed.

"that's not fair," he hisses at you but you remain largely unbothered by his attitude as you thumb his tip. "you're teasing."

"i'm not doing anything, you're the one that can't keep it together."

"i-" he starts but you pick up speed and cover his mouth with your free hand so he's free to buck and whine all he wants.

"look at you, are you gonna finish like this? i've barely even touched you."

its like your words are directly fuelling the grind of his hips, he humps against you furiously, drool spilling all down his face, soiling that hand as well. like he can't help but make a mess in all directions.

you can tell he's close when his eyes start fluttering and his body starts twitching crazily.

your hand drops from his face, quickly wiping the drool onto his tshirt before snaking your way back up and applying light pressure to the base of his neck.

"thank you, thank you, thank you-"

that does it for him as he comes with a whine of your name, followed by jagged breath and the crazy stutter in his hips.

you give him a second to catch his breath before you start tearing into him about the mess he's made and about how he better not have gotten any cum on your dress.

"always complaining about something, i swear," he rolls his eyes and before you can bite back he slips your cum soiled fingers into his mouth and runs his tongue along each individual finger before giving a hard suck. you watch him mouth slightly agape, and the pulsing heat in between your thighs makes itself apparent to you.

"you are such a slut." he grins mouth full and you press down on his tongue. "you wanna get outta here?"

heyyyyyy guys sorry ik i said i'd do part 3 of dealer reader WHICH WILL COME but this was a random burst of inspiration i got last nigjt when i was omw back from the last sesh of the season before all my friends fuck off out of london but and one of my mates is super obsessed with the dare and made us listen to the whole album while we were out on the field ANYWAYS IK U DONT CARE but this was so yummy and juicy to write so i hope u enjoyed 😝😝😝😝😝

[fa1rydr3ams]

|| NSFW ALPHABET || YAN SUB! ILLUMI ZOLDYCK ||

Wanted to do a little nsfw alphabet for the Illumi that will be in the series so you guys can get an idea of his ways!

A - Aftercare

Illumi has never truly done it before, so when you did eventually have sex with him you can definitely believe that you taught him everything he needed to know. He wasn’t very loud or affectionate which didn’t really bother you, especially because he really didn’t know what he himself wanted from you. So you just held him in your arms and gave him a few little kisses here and there. You guys can work on it, everything needs some progress with him.

B - Body Part | on him and you |

Illumi is obsessed with his hands, and truly because he uses them for everything. Obviously the assassin is very skilled when it comes to using his hands, but that’s not the main reason as to why he likes them. When you finally let him get close, he didn’t hesitate to put his hands all over you. Let his fingers trace through your hair or curl it around his finger. Although he’s a bit awkward with it, stiff but curious. And of course his hands can be useful for many other things as well, but we can get into that later.

C - Cum

He is FULL of it, like absolutely packed full of cum. Sure he may have fucked once or twice before but never for his pleasure. Illumi never cared for a significant other, or messing around with people even though he could. So when he first touched himself to the thought of you the mess he made was unbelievable. He didn’t know why he would get all hard when he would think of you, but it didn’t really matter to him because it felt so good when he thought of that pretty face of yours. And so when he first cum to the thought of you, copious amounts of cum were flowing out of him.

D - Dirty Secret

Illumi definitely has a few, one of them being that he snuck into your hotel room when you were away and looked and touched every. single. item you owned. His big black eyes carefully watching everything, grazing his fingers over all the small trinkets you had. Since this hotel was where you resided long term for a mission you had plenty of clothing there. So of course, Illumi made his way to the dresser full of clothes, and of course the first drawer he opened was full of your panties and bras. Illumi can’t really blush, but he definitely felt warm when the blood rushed right down to his then hardening...

E - Experience

Like stated earlier, it’s not like Illumi is a virgin but more so he really just had no intention of having sex. He does somewhat know what to do, at least by assumption. Illumi never was in a position to worry about making someone else feel good, so he definitely needs to work on that. But besides that he can definitely get the job done, or at least that what he believes before he feels your touch.

F - Favorite position

He is in LOVE with cowgirl, solely because he needs to see your face and he enjoys the way it makes him feel like you could do whatever you want with him. Looking up at you while you grind down on his cock truly makes him harder. Feeling your body pressed against his when he sits up, oh and the way you like to pull on his hair drives him insane. Pulling his hair while leaving marks on his neck and squeezing down on his cock is his favorite combination.

G - Goofy

Sadly this man doesn’t have a goofy hair on his body. I’m not sure he can even laugh it’s a bit concerning, but that doesn’t really matter to you. Because if you guys are doing it you’d rather hear a mon slip from his lips than a laugh.

H - Hair

Illumi is completely shaven down there, prior to even showing his body off to anyone. Illumi just enjoys the way his skin feels with no hair on it. His skin is definitely smoother than expected, even his hands, and it’s truly because Illumi just loves feeling free.

I - Intimacy

Previously no, Illumi was intimate with no one and had no care for being intimate with someone. And truly it takes a while for the two of you to get romantically involved with each other. Though it does eventually happen, and when it does Illumi is unrecognizable. His obsession with you is so strong that we you do accept his attention he doesn’t ever want to let go. So when you guys get intimate he usually has his arms wrapped around you at all times.

J - Jack Off

Naturally he didn’t really do it often before or at all honestly. But once he met you, he couldn’t help but do it practically everyday. I don’t want to say he doesn’t know what to do, but it definitely doesn’t satisfy him as much as your hand does in his future. But for the time being his hand is on his cock whenever he finds the time. And he doesn’t stop after he cums either, keeping almost the same pace throwing his head back bucking up into his hand wishing it was something else.

K - Kink(s)

somnophilia - He is obsessed with the idea of you touching him in his sleep and using him all you want. Illumi sleeps fully naked because he has no fear of danger making its way to him ever, so with that being said he’s always expecting you to do the most depraved things to him while he sleeps comfortably next to you.

vouyerism - Illumi has a growing interest in seeing you touch yourself. It kind of ties into another kink that he has but for the most part he just got accustomed to watching you sit there and play with yourself with no knowledge of him being there made him double over in pleasure.

bondage - He needs you to tie him up, sit on his chest, and use your fingers to make yourself feel good. It’s like a love hate relationship that he’s built with the ropes. Illumi wants to put his hands all over you once you let him, but he also likes the feeling that washes over him when you don’t let him. It’s not hard for him to break through but that doesn’t matter because he just wants to listen to you.

L - Location

Anywhere. If you let him, he will do anything you want (he planed on doing that anyway). Although he has a special love for your room in your home. You have it decorated with all your favorite things, and it’s truly the best place to fuck. Like the things you end up doing to him there are so ridiculously lewd.

M - Motivation | What turns him on |

If you were to ask him he would definitely just say a simple “you.” but there is a little more to it. You truly turn him into your slut, and he loves that so much. The way you talk to him like he can’t kill you (or make an attempt) also turns him on. A little weird but he also has an interest in your clothes, like Illumi obviously has money so sometimes he’ll take you out just so he can watch you try on clothes. I don’t want to say exactly what it does to him but just know it doesn’t take long before you have to pull him to the register so you can take him home.

N - No | Hard and Soft boundaries |

Anything that may leave a mark on you. Don’t get me wrong he definitely leaves marks on you from his teeth grazing you, or putting his mouth on your skin so he can look back at it later. But he will never do anything to hurt you, especially because you accepted his affection so quickly there was no reason for him to use force. And now he can’t dream of hurting you in anyway possible.

R = Risk

He’s not all interested in doing risky things, you probably are the one to suggest it. Like possibly you guys go out to dinner and he’s sitting across from you expecting to have a normal dinner. But you have other plans in mind, which prompt you to trail your heel up his leg which catches his attention. His already comically large eyes would widen as he looked at you with a surprised look.

S = Stamina

He could fight for hours on end with no problem, but when it comes to sex and your touch he needs a little time to get himself back together after each round. That’s not to say he doesn’t wish to go on and on when you guys do go at it.

T = Toys

He’s never thought of anything like that before but you definitely have a few. And when he went snooping in your room he did come across some special items that’s for sure. He would definitely ask you about it, and for snooping you might have to use one on him but who knows. He definitely needs to be tied up and strapped to a vibrator while you watch him writhe around and quietly beg for your hand.

U = Unfair | teasing |

He doesn’t do it purposefully but there are times when you have him eat you out and he’ll be so into it that he takes his time and makes sure to look up at you. You find it cute how much he wants to please you but sometimes he doesn’t realize how much it gets to you. On the other hand you purposefully tease him because he takes it to graciously. You’ll make him kneel in front of you as you undress yourself, and you get to watch him grow in his pants with his hands at his sides waiting patiently for your instructions.

V = Volume | how loud is he |

Illumi is very quiet, by nature of course but he can’t help it. There are times when you can get him to be a little bit louder, like the first time you put your hand on his bare cock. It really messed with his way of thinking and he let out a little gasp as he took his lip between his teeth not expecting himself to make that sound.

W = Wild card | random headcanon |

He loves when you dictate the pace and tell him exactly what to do. Illumi gets visibly distressed if he feels he’s displeased you. He might beg for reassurance that you only want him, whispering frantic promises of devotion. When you dominate him, his mind is calculating how to ensure you’ll stay with him forever, subtly testing boundaries to see how much he can give while still possessing you emotionally.

X = X-ray | what he has going on under those clothes |

Illumi is said to be about 6’1 (185 cm), so I think it’s safe to assume he’s a little but larger than average. With his build I think it’s safe to say Illumi’s got more length than girth because he’s quite slim. Soft I think he’s carrying a little over 5in (12.7 cm), but when hard I think it might grow to like 6.7in (17 cm) and get a little thicker as well.

Y= Yearning | how high is his sex drive |

Quite high, he has only really been attracted to you so he’s a bit pent up. It’s not his fault either, he can’t help but always want to be touching you or inside you even. So if you wanted he could go all night long, and then some when you woke up.

Z = Zzz | how fast does he fall asleep |

I feel like Illumi isn’t really a sleeper if that makes sense. Like he doesn’t really sleep all that much, but after the first time you guys had sex he was so ready to close his eyes and never let you go. You made him get cleaned up first so it kind of washed away the fatigue but he was still ready to knock out once your eyes closed.

I spent all morning writing this but I’m actually proud of how it came out so I hope guys enjoy!

dividers by @cafekitsune !!

[fa1rydr3ams]

| Jealous Sub! Shigaraki x AFAB Domme! Reader

| Summary: after his little stunt in the morning you decided to teach your boyfriend an easy lesson

| wc: n/a

| cw: swearing, emotional manipulation, explicit sexual content, nsfw (18+), oral (receiving)

As you guys walked back from the arcade, you could feel the tension between Shigaraki and yourself. The others from the League were saying their goodbyes, but you were already focused on getting Tomura alone. Grabbing his arm, your grip a bit tighter than necessary pulling him towards your room. "Later, guys," You waved, not looking back.

Tomura whined slightly as you dragged him along. "Hey, what's with the rough handling?" he asked, trying to wriggle free.

You could only chuckle and say, "Stop being a baby," as you guys walked into your room. You closed the door behind him, as your voice took on a commanding tone. "Strip."

Tomura didn't hesitate, immediately starting to undress. He pushed his pants down his legs and pulled his shirt off, standing before you completely naked. His eyes sparkled with a mix of excitement and curiosity, wondering what you had planned for him tonight.

Walking over to the bed to sit down, your eyes never leaving his. "You know I don't appreciate how you embarrassed me in the bar earlier," You said, voice firm but controlled. Tomura's smile dropped, and his mouth fell slightly agape as he realized he was in trouble.

You patted the bed, "Come here, Tomura." He hesitated for a moment before walking over and kneeling down in front of your legs. You could see the uncertainty in his eyes, but he didn't say a word.

As he knelt there, he slowly leaned forward, putting his head on your knee. "So…what are you going to do to me?" he asked, his voice muffled against your leg and his fingers fidgeting. You could feel his warm breath on your skin, and tried to suppress a smile.

You look at Shigaraki and roll your eyes, a mixture of amusement and annoyance on your face. You take his head in your hand, gently but firmly moving it off your knee. "How are you supposed to show me you're sorry?" you ask, your voice teasing but with a hint of expectation.

You look down at him and his face starts to heat up to a pinkish color, a blush spreading across his cheeks. He quietly opens his mouth to beg, "Can I please show you I'm sorry..." His eyes are fixed on your pants, and his hand is balled up on his knees, a clear indication of his intentions.

You can't help but smile at the sight of him, his submissive posture and eager expression making your heart skip a beat. "Awh, you always look so cute like this, Tomu!" you exclaim, your voice filled with affection and amusement.

You pull off your bottoms, leaving yourself covered with a thin black thong. Shigaraki's eyes widen, and he swallows hard, his gaze fixed on your almost-exposed body. You can see the desire in his eyes, and you know he's more than willing to make it up to you.

The thong doesn't leave much to the imagination, but Shigaraki doesn't seem to mind - in fact, he seems to be enjoying the view. You sit back down, your legs slightly parted, and wait for him to make his next move.

Shigaraki's eyes never leave yours, his face still flushed with excitement and a hint of nervousness. You raise an eyebrow, a sly smile spreading across your face. "What would the League think of you?" You ask, voice low and teasing, "if they knew their precious leader was on his knees, begging for forgiveness like this?"

Shigaraki's eyes dart up to yours, a flash of pleasure crossing his face at the thought, his mouth opening in a silent moan. He leans forward, his lips brushing against your thigh, and he moans into your skin while slightly grinding against your leg. The friction is subtle, but it sends a spark of electricity through your body.

You watch him closely, your eyes never leaving his face, as he continues to nuzzle and grind against you. His hands are still balled up on his knees, but you can see the tension in his body, the desire to touch you, to please you. "You're so eager to make it up to me, aren't you, Tomu?" you ask, your hand threading through his hair and your voice dripping with amusement.

Shigaraki's whines grew louder, his body swaying slightly as he moves against your leg. He's lost in the moment, his only focus being pleasing you, and making you happy. He continues to nuzzle and grind against your leg, his mouth eventually finds its way to your most intimate area. He gently parts your thighs more, using a finger to hook your thong to the side. His eyes locked on yours, seeking permission. You nod, almost imperceptibly, but he notices it as a sign to proceed.

His tongue darts out, tentatively at first, and then with increasing confidence, as he begins to lick and tease your sensitive flesh. His mouth is warm, his breath hot, and his touch sends shivers down your spine. You feel a jolt of electricity as his tongue makes contact, and your body relaxes into the sensation.

Shigaraki's whines grow louder and you could feel the vibration of them, mingling with the sound of his mouth moving against you. He's completely absorbed in the task, his eyes closed, his face scrunched up in concentration. His hands fell balled up on his knees again, the only indication of the restraint he has. Almost as if he's fighting the urge to touch you, to pull you closer onto him.

He works his mouth, letting his tongue dance across your folds, you feel yourself getting lost in the sensation. Your eyes drift closed, and your head falls back, your mouth opening in a silent gasp. You pull him in closer by the hair grinding onto his face.

Your reaction makes shigaraki’s pace quicken, his movements becoming more urgent, as if he's trying to make up for his earlier transgression. His mouth is relentless, his tongue probing, licking, and sucking, sending wave after wave of pleasure crashing through your body. You feel yourself building towards an orgasm, your body tensing, your muscles coiling, as Shigaraki's oral treatment pushes you closer and closer to the edge.

He continues to lavish attention on your intimate area, you feel the tension building, your body coiling tighter and tighter until you finally reach the peak. Your body shuddering, your muscles releasing as the pleasure washes over you.

Shigaraki is right there, lapping up the evidence of your climax, his tongue darting in and out, drinking in every last drop. He whines in pleasure, his eyes closed, his face scrunched up in ecstasy. You watch him, a smile spreading across your face, as he devours you like a little slut, completely absorbed in the moment.

As you come back down, you reach out, gently pulling Shigaraki up to meet you. Your lips crash together, tongues tangling, as you kiss him deeply, tasting yourself on his lips. He moans into your mouth, his body still trembling with pleasure.

Breaking apart for air, Shigaraki's eyes flutter open, a dreamy glaze still coating his irises. He gazes up at you with adoration, his chest heaving with exertion. You can't help but feel a surge of pride and possession, knowing that you've get him to this state.

Your hands cradle his face, thumbs stroking his cheeks as you regard him with a tender expression. "You're so beautiful like this," you whisper, your voice husky with emotion. "So completely mine."

Shigaraki's face contorts into a blissful grimace, his eyes closing again as he leans into your touch. He nuzzles your palms, seeking more contact, more affection. You oblige, gently scratching behind his ears, and he lets out a soft mewl of pleasure.

As the afterglow begins to fade, you guide Shigaraki onto his side, spooning him from behind. Your arms wrap around him, holding him close as you bury your face in the crook of his neck. He shivers at the sensation of your warm breath on his skin, but doesn't pull away.

He relaxes into your embrace, letting out a contented sigh as your heat envelops him. You feel his heart rate slow, his breathing growing deeper and more relaxed. You guys could clean up later, right now you just wanted to continue the connection

dividers by @anitalenia and @dollywons

this has been cooking in my notes for months so I hope you guys enjoy. my midterms start next week so I won’t probably won’t be active for the next few weeks, but I will try to schedule a post (hopefully tumblr doesn’t eat it)