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the grey area ; tendou satori

pairing: tendou satori x f!reader [ft. semi eita cameo]

synopsis: tendou thinks you need to live a little. you think he’s the devil incarnate.

tag(s): college!au, stuco!au, enemies to lovers, slow burn, angst, fluff, tantalising witty banter, semi is a Good Bro™, reader is a fully developed character ; warning(s): profanity ; wc: 8.1k

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rintarō suna x reader — ghostface / mask kink

wc: 2.4k

a/n: oh shit, here we go again; obviously, ghostface is ruining my life. this is basically p*rn without plot lmao.

cw: dubious consent, adultery, rough sex, degradation, & just a sprinkle of dacryphilia

There’s a certain magic to Hallows’ Eve, a chilled air and eerie glow that seem to follow you wherever you may be. At age twelve, that magic was sugar, the unmistakable rush that followed forgotten wrappers and the melody of countless cooing neighbors' doorbells.

Years later and the magic is still there, but you’ve long since traded in tooth-rotting candy for high heels and the pounding bass of a packed club. This Halloween is no different, save for the fact that you’re spending it with your boyfriend.

It would be the perfect way to close off your favorite season, if not for the nuisance that is Satori’s roommate: the utterly unbearable Rintarō Suna.

The bastard seems dead set on hating you—all icy glances and words laced with a particularly cold-blooded brand of poison. And the worst part is you can’t figure out why.

Despite being complete opposites, Satori and Suna get along incredibly well and, for Satori’s sake, you’ve tried everything to befriend the snarky brunet. But each attempt ends with you in tears and a snide smirk plastered across his face.

Tonight, you’re putting your hatred aside, content to allow your love of dressing up to outweigh all else.

The temporary blonde dye job is a strange sight in Satori’s bathroom’s mirror, a bittersweet reminder that, until the clock strikes twelve, you’re whoever you want to be. You watch as a thick liquid trickles down your neck, dyeing your cream sweater an irreversible red. Though well worth the struggle, fake blood is messy; you can only hope it doesn’t stain your hands.

Another glance at your reflection almost makes you jump, a lanky frame seeming to appear out of thin air behind you.

“Perfect timing, baby,” you smile, though your masked boyfriend can’t return the expression. “Can you turn the faucet for me?” You wiggle bloody fingers towards him.

Satori doesn’t say a word, simply steps closer, reaching around you to do as you asked. It’s bizarre to see him before hearing him—the boisterous laugh, the chattering that never seems to stop. He doesn’t seem the type to take his roles seriously, but perhaps Halloween is different.

You’re not even able to run your hands under the warm water before he’s pawing at your soft stockings and up your waist, delicate fingers darting under your sweater to knead at heated skin.

“Suna’s in the next room,” you choke back a giggle, equal parts amused and turned on by his sudden change in demeanor. Satori remains somber, his breath heavy in your ear—and even heavier at the mention of his sordid roommate.

“Never stopped us before.” His voice is muffled, rendered deep and scratchy by the mask. He pulls your body taut against his own, grinding against the curve of your ass. You can feel his grin when he whispers, “Try not to scream.”

“Please don’t kill me Mr. Ghostface,” your lips curl into a wicked smile as you relax into him. “I wanna be in the sequel.” Though this little traipse may make you late, you’re swept up by his desperation, drunk off the thick bulge pressing against you and the chilled fingers at your stomach, traveling lower and lower, still.

In seconds, there’s a weight on your back, bending you over the sink. Before you can think better of it, you slap at the mirror to steady yourself, bloody handprint smearing against your reflection. Satori is rougher than usual, wasting no time in lifting your skirt and moving your panties to the side.

And yet, he takes a moment to wrap his large hand around your smaller one against the mirror, threading you together. The moment is intimate, spurs your heart to beat faster and the heat in your gut to spread—so much so that you nearly miss the soft mole on his second finger.

The mole on his finger that isn’t Satori’s.

Any clarity disappears when Suna’s finger reaches your clit. Rushed as he was before, he takes his sweet time now, rubbing at your bundle of nerves, stroking back and forth until you’re aching for more. It’s impossible to stop yourself from grinding against his digit, silently pleading for more.

“So desperate,” he coos, his low laugh turned sinister behind the mask. There’s no hint of Satori’s sweet praises in his tone, no glory in the sin you’re about to partake in. “I might give you what you want, if you beg hard enough.”

The small space shrinks further, bloody mirror fogging over with puffs of hot air. Your pride is worth more than this, should be worth more than a thoughtless tumble with the person you hate most.

A graze at your slit—the feel of your slick pooling at his fingertips—makes the decision for you.

“P-Please.” Once you start, you can’t stop. “Please, please, please, I need it, Satori.”

The sentence seems to satisfy him, or perhaps enrage him into action, his lithe finger plunging into you at once. With every flick of his wrist, he moves faster, twisting and stretching your tight hole until you’re drooling over the sink.

Soon, the bathroom is filled with soft moans and the relentless pounding of skin against wet skin. Just as you feel yourself nearing the edge—the coil in your gut pulling taut, your subtle groans becoming high-pitched wails—he slows his movement.

“Wha– why?” You whine, attempting to grind back once again. “‘M so close.”

Suna doesn’t seem to like that.

“You’ll cum when I fucking tell you to,” he barks, hand leaving your own on the mirror and reaching behind you.

And finally, the mask is off. His hair is slick against his forehead, sweat rolling down his neck and into the plain black tee clinging to his broad chest. You’ve never seen him quite so worked up, his typical cold expression filled with passion, narrowed eyes inspecting every inch of your face for a hint of surprise.

When he doesn’t find one, he laughs—a rumble that reverberates against your back and reminds you of the countless times that same sound has followed a vulgar insult. Ashamed, you break eye contact.

“I always knew you were dirty,” Suna slaps a rough palm on your thigh before grabbing the back of your head, “but I didn’t know you were a fucking whore.”

Suddenly, your cheek is shoved into the mirror and his slick fingers resume their onslaught on your poor cunt. “How long?” He completely ignores your whimpers, teeth grazing the shell of your ear before biting down.

“Huh?” Fuck, you can’t even think, let alone get a coherent word out. A haze falls over you, pulling you deeper and deeper into the pleasure of his fingers.

“How long have you known?” Damp hair tickles your neck, the scent of minty shampoo and something woody invading your senses. “Answer, or my hand’s wrapping around that pretty little neck and making sure you can’t.”

Disgracefully appealing as it sounds, the threat is said with far too much delight for your liking.

“T-The whole time! Fuck! The whole time, Suna!”

Maybe it’s the admission of it all, the fact that you’ve spoken your sin aloud—and proudly, at that. Or maybe, it’s just the sound of his name on your tongue, a word previously uttered with malice now drizzled like honey. Either way, his fingers press at a spot that makes your toes curl and your eyes snap shut. And with that final movement, you’re gone.

Your thighs are still shaking when you come out of your daze, but Suna, ever the sadist, seems to make it his mission not to allow you reprieve.

“Knees.” He doesn’t even pity you with a full sentence, standing over you while you scramble to the floor.

When you finally glance up at him again, he’s scrutinizing his hand, glistening and dripping in your juices. “You’re actually disgusting, you know that?”

As if the insult isn’t poignant enough, he wipes that same hand across your face, smearing until you’re thoroughly drenched. Heat rises to the tips of your ears and you feel the all too familiar tremble of your bottom lip. Don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t–

“Cry all you want,” he murmurs, palm smoothing your hair, “I know how to shut you up.”

You’re at a loss, bewildered by this contradiction of a man. He’s too hot and cold; every small action you might mistake for sincerity is betrayed the moment he opens his mouth. And still, you’re unable to look away from those eyes, lidded soft green gone dark.

Only the clink of his belt buckle reminds you of what’s to come.

“P–” He doesn’t give you the chance, shoving his cock between your lips and thrusting all at once.

“I never told you to speak, did I?” Suna pulls your roots and agony shoots through your scalp; your eyes water as you squeeze at his toned thighs. “Did I?” He thrusts again, the head of his cock kissing your throat. All you can do is offer a gurgled ‘nuh uh,’ and shake your head in response.

You’re unsure how long he keeps on, just that the rhythm remains steady, pain pounding through you while you struggle to keep your wits about you. Shameful as it is, you can’t help but get turned on watching him lose himself in you, the heat returning to your gut with every low groan of expletives or the slight tilt of his head towards the ceiling.

Too long passes until, eventually, he pulls out, staring intently at the string of saliva that still connects you to him. Your tongue lolls, perfectly content to remain rooted in place and used all over again.

“Up.” Another order barked at you, another moment of scurrying to please him. He must register the confusion in your furrowed brows, because he shrugs and offers up a lazy,

“Throat’s not good enough.” You should be used to the slander by now, but your stomach still drops. Since when have you sat back and taken his shitty treatment? Since when has it made your chest ache and your panties drench?

“If you’re going to fuck me,” you whisper as he turns you towards the mirror and bends you over once again, “put the mask back on.”

It’s the only thing that stops him in his tracks. You can almost see him deflate, the way he bites at the insides of his cheek and looks towards the ground. Good, you hope it fucking hurts.

He doesn’t need to know that you’ve ached for the smallest crumb of his approval since you met him, or that seeing him in the mask does something to you that you’re truly unable to explain. Suna’s ego is large enough as it is.

With a shake of his head, his moment of self-doubt disappears as quickly as it emerged—and the mask goes back on. A shiver makes its way down your spine, your back arching the moment grabby fingers tug at your scalp again.

Suna wastes no time in flipping up your skirt, pulling down your panties with a rough snap against your thighs, and sinking into your plush walls with one fell thrust. You groan in tandem, breathless vocals creating a symphony of obscene noise.

It’s hard not to make comparisons when everything feels different. There’s no string of praises being sung in your ears, no soft giggles, or loving eyes raking your form, but Suna’s cock is thick enough that it stuffs you to the brim—and it’s enough to make you forget.

“God, you’re so tight.” It’s so quiet you have to strain to hear it, the first compliment you’ve received from the brooding brunet, and very likely the last you’ll ever hear. “Satori not fucking you right?”

The dig at your boyfriend is appalling, but his profanity makes your body clench nonetheless.

Of course, it doesn’t go unnoticed. “Yeah?” One of his hands reaches around to press at your stomach, “Satori’s name getting to you? Or is it the reminder that you’re not with him?” His hips jerk against your ass, the pressure on your stomach making you cry out,

“I- I don’t know.” Try as you might to screw your eyes shut, he makes sure to pull at your hair each and every time. So, you keep them wide open, the reflection of a masked murderer clear in your sight. “God, I don’t fucking know, just please–”

“Nope.” The bastard loves to cut you off, but you’re surprised he even understands your blubbering at this point. “Not until you say my name.”

The grip on your ass gets tighter, each thrust into you growing rougher and harder by the second. You’re positive it’ll leave purple all across your pretty skin, but it doesn’t matter; you’re panting with every brush of his cock against your walls, rendered delirious by the mixture of pain and pleasure.

“Go ahead and scream it for me.”

It’s the command that finishes it for you, your vision blurring as you choke out the meekest, ‘Rin.’ The high hits you so hard, you don’t even register the tears in your eyes, let alone the mixture of precum and drool dripping down your chin.

The sight of you, fucked out and hoarse, must be enough for Rintarō; a few more hard thrusts, your body thudding against the sink with each one, and he’s right behind you. He empties himself into you with a loud moan of your name, body shuddering as warmth coats your insides.

For the last time tonight, the mask is peeled off—and with it, goes the magic.

Suna doesn’t bother helping with the clean up, simply zips up his pants and gives you a final, rolling look of disapproval. You search for something to cling to, a clenched jaw or furrowed brow to suggest that this was more than just a release of frustration, but his green eyes are glazed over, his lips curled in disgust. At your betrayal or his own, you’ll never truly know.

“This,” he gestures between the two of you, “never happened.”

He just leaves, and you’re left with a discarded mask and the pieces of your dignity to pick up off the floor.

You only ever get that look from Suna—the one of fire, of what you searched for oh-so desperately—when your arms are wrapped around Satori to welcome him home, and he’s burning bullet holes into his back.

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the grey area ; tendou satori

pairing: tendou satori x f!reader [ft. semi eita cameo]

synopsis: tendou thinks you need to live a little. you think he’s the devil incarnate.

tag(s): college!au, stuco!au, enemies to lovers, slow burn, angst, fluff, smut, tantalising witty banter, semi is a Good Bro™, reader is a fully developed character ; warning(s): profanity ; wc: 8.1k

a/n: hey gang! this is the longest fic i’ve ever written in my life LOL anyway i truly had a blast writing this and i hope you feel the same way reading it ♡ also you can technically finish the fic without the smut so if you’re <18 you can read this just don’t go past the smut warning

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𝘪𝘵’𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯! - written by satorinni

› Machida Y/N isn’t ready to start her third year at a new school, so far away from everything she’s known, especially w/o her sister. Suna Rintarou, Inarizaki’s heart throb, has it all. Captain of the Boys volleyball team, resident pretty boy, & heir to the biggest pharmaceutical company in Japan. Neither of them are prepared for (or happy about) their paths crossing. But hey, it’s better than failing third year, right?

𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 › suna rintarou x f!reader ; a bit of street racer!reader, & they were lab partners!trope

𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 › mentions of death, loss of loved one, drinking, smoking, swearing, suggestive themes, wattpadd vibes, bad parenting?? idk u & suna both have parent issues lmao

𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘳𝘦 › smau, partially-written, crack, fluff, light angst, platonic! relationships are formed & rlly fuckn cute

𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵 › open!

𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘴 › ongoing

a/n: this idea popped into my head n i figured it’d b a fun smau idea, i was gonna wait to post but i figured id let it simmer out here

› meet the contenders...

first › first day jitters…

second › #stem

third › where’d you get the cat???

fourth › you’re fucked

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Shigaraki Tomura | Episode 101

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Iwa chan

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now and (or) forever ; hanamaki takahiro

genre: kidfic but you are the kid, growing up (or coming of age), (very mild) suggestive content, implied childhood friends to lovers

word count: 1.7k

a/n: i just wanted to be a ballerina.

pre-school starts. you're 6 years old and you're sat next to a short boy with pink hair. he has three missing front teeth, fair skin full of dotted freckles and small dimples on his cheeks. "you have a hole on your face when you smile," is first thing you say to him.

"well, your hair looks weird- makes you look like a coconut," he points out, staring at the bun on the top of your head.

you want to say something mean like his lack of teeth makes him look like a weird turtle or that he has toothpaste on his shirt but your parents have always told you to be nice, especially to other kids, so you just pout.

he notices your sudden change in behavior and taps on your shoulder. "if it makes you feel better, i reaaally like coconuts," he tries to cheer you up and it works. "but- uhm," he bites his lower lip, tiny patches of red surrounding the cracked areas. "why's your hair like that?"

you let out the biggest smile you can manage and with full of pride, you claim, "because i'm a ballerina!"

"a balle- what?" he scrunches his eyebrows together, clearly confused.

"a bah-leh-ree-naaaaa.." you say right in front of his face and hands on your hips.

mirroring your movements, he rests his hands on his hips. "what do rina's do?"

you take a step closer to him and softly flick his forehead with your little fingers. "bah," you open your mouth, and he follows the lead.

"bah," his jaw open wide, you can see how blue his tongue is. probably a ring pop. "leh," you drawl and again, he copies. "ree," you say in a sing-songy voice.

"ree," he breathes out, the tip of his tongue poking out of his teethless mouth. "na."

"ballerina," you smile. "bahlrina," he says grimly, dropping his head down in disappointment because he can't say it right.

tugging at the ends of his sleeve, you give him a thumbs up and a wide smile, "it'skay! i can just show you what we do."

you move the tables around you aside and push your hello kitty bag and his thomas (the train) bag to the corner. taking a dramatically deep breath, you close your eyes and your legs together, heels touching each other like your dance teacher has taught you.

and you plié, hands coming out to the side and with ease, you come back up gracefully, hands coming together in a shape of a beach ball, and the tips of your fingers in line with your belly button. "oooh that's so cool!" he muses, clapping his hands.

"so d'ya want to be a bahlrina when you grow up?" he asks and without hesitation, you nod and begin to fix the desks.

once you're done, you take out your lunch from your bag but before saying thanks, you turn to him and ask, "how about you? what do you wanna be when you grow up?"

"i wanna be a superhero!" he says instantly like he's been waiting for you to ask this entire time, and you laugh and tell him, "that's super cool..." and you see the bright red marker on his name tag, "...takahiro."

completely caught off guard, he blushes and pulls his lunchbox and murmurs something to himself.

"itadakimasu," you say in sync, and eat your lunch.

-

at 17, takahiro gets ready to play against karasuno for the interhigh tournament.

but in between this, his counselor asks him what he's planning to do after he graduates.

and truthfully, he doesn't know. takahiro wishes he can still say he wants to be a superhero, but as he aged, he realized he cannot be a fucking superhero.

he wants to make a joke out of this, claim his dream job is to dress up as spiderman in disneyland so he can be an actual hero.

he doesn't. he shrugs his shoulders and tells his counselor that he'll think about it.

with the exclusion of volleyball, he's never had an intense passion for anything else, and although he knows with his skills, he can pursue the sport. it's not a bad idea but in comparison to everyone else, like his current captain (and admittedly close friend), oikawa tōru, and the prodigy setter from karasuno, kageyama tobio, he realized that he's no volleyball monster like them.

he's just a kid who's lucky enough to play right beside people like them.

-

that afternoon, he comes home to you on his bed, looking all pretty in your ballet attire and a neat bun on top of your head. "hey," he calls out, settling his things beside his (very messy) desk area.

the bed dips the second he sits on the edge and you acknowledge his presence, throwing a bunch of hair ties on his lap.

"braid my hair for me," you suggest, untying your perfectly slick bun. "you have a lot of faith in my skills," he jokes and takes the hairbrush from your hand.

he makes himself comfortable, leaning his back on the bed frame and you set yourself between his thighs, leaning onto his touch.

his fingers feel soft and gentle against your scalp as he massages your head. you moan in instinct, his fingers digging onto your scalp and it feels heavenly. "you ever thought about being a hairdresser?" you joke.

"am i that good?" he's quick with the comebacks as usual. before you have the chance to respond he shuts you down with a no.

minutes pass and he's done with the left side, now working on the right.

in the middle of the silence and the muffled voices downstairs, he finds himself asking you, "what do you wanna do after you graduate?"

the word 'dance' is on the tip of your tongue but you don't say it. the passion you've had for the art has slowly faded. you're not sure when you started feeling like this--maybe when you thought about how small the dance world really is. maybe because the pressure is insane; one wrong step and the world will stop spinning.

or maybe it's all simple. you're just tired of it.

so you say, "i don't know."

-

when your braids are all done, you tap your phone open and click on the camera app. the braids look good. with the twiddle of your thumbs, you exit out of the app and glance at the time.

5:20 PM.

you groan and lock your phone. hopping off the bed, you grab your ballet bag from the floor. "i have to go, class in 25," you announce softly and bend over to give him a peck on the cheek. "bye," you wave at him once you reach his bedroom door.

-

at 22, you're still unsure.

thinking back to the conversation you had with your takahiro years ago, you wish you had said "to dance" at that moment. you stare at the stack of books in front of you and you immediately regret most of the decisions you've made. but knowing yourself, you would've burnt out either way.

sighing, you close the book in front of you and text hiro that you're done with the evening. maybe i can pass by the bakery to buy some cream puffs, you think.

-

he sits by the parking lot, tapping his fingers against the steering wheel while he waits for you to come out of the store.

with a ring of the bell, you exit the door, right hand holding a binder, and the left holding the box of sweets.

-

he's reminded that he loves you. he doesn't know why the sight of you holding a box of cream puffs from his favorite store while wearing his "aoba johsai" sweater does it for him.

he's not sentimental at all but maybe, just maybe, during times like this, he's reminded of the little girl he met in pre-school that he's always loved a little too much.

"you look good," he comments and takes the box of pastries out of your hand to place it on the seat behind. "blegh," you grimace, "i just wanna shower and sleep," clicking your seat belt on.

-

the shower runs warm and you sigh, fogging up the glass door. you see him from the other side, quietly undressing and throwing his clothes in the laundry.

the door opens and he slips inside the small space. "hi," he chuckles and stands awkwardly in front of you, still dry.

"hi," you laugh and pull him to the side that the water can reach.

turning to the side, you squirt some shampoo onto his palm. you turn to face the wall so he can start washing your hair.

"mm," you hum, "you ever thought about being a hairdresser? they make money for just doing this i think," you repeat the very old joke and close your eyes.

"shut up," he laughs softly and kisses the back of your neck.

-

at 26, you and takahiro take over his family's pottery business.

"you'll still give me massages right?"

"head?" he snickers and you smack his head in response, "no you perv, you know," you groan, too tired to keep up with him tonight.

today was the first day and you've spent most of the night closing up the last group of boxes in preparation for the next group of orders.

"do i?" he presses. he's insufferable, you think but choose to ignore him instead and poke your tongue out at him. he guffaws when he hears you whisper to yourself about how much annoying he is and how much you want to wipe that stupid smirk off his face.

"okay, first day is done," you sigh and run over the list of things you could've possibly forgotten about. "first day is done," takahiro repeats.

-

a couple of years pass and you're now standing in front of the same pre-school you attended when you were a child. "okay kaori, you ready?"

her tiny hands grip yours tightly and hiro kneels down in front of her. he brings his thumb to his lips, licking it before using his damp finger to fix over her ballet bun.

"i'm scared," she says, her bottom lip quivering in nervousness. you look at hiro in worry, hoping he can say something that can reassure her like "you can play with the clay at the store later," or "you can help us make cream puffs later," but instead, he settles on giving her forehead a kiss and says something even better.

"don't worry, there's a seat right next to the superhero. you see?" he points out the child wearing a marvel shirt.

"a superhero just like papa," he smiles.

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HAIKYUU AND THEIR SEXUALITIES

notes: this is just joke, all in good fun. respect people or ill knock u out. happy pride, abolish the corporate west. if you want to get roasted, check out what your fav haikyuu character says baout your sexuality.

KARASUNO

daichi sawamura ➝ “straight” but hooks up with close friends on the downlow

koushi sugawara ➝ gay but makes out with women at parties for funzies

asahi azumane ➝ gay. like so gay he can dechiper a hozier song in two beats.

yuu nishinoya ➝ bisexual but terrified to make the leap to date men.

ryuunosuke tanaka ➝ no labels. loves love. will kiss anyone who is pretty and consenting.

tobio kageyama ➝ gay but literally no one notices 

shoyo hinata ➝ gay and everyone knew before he did

kei tsukishima ➝ gay and thinks that means he’s allowed to say all the slurs ever created

tadashi yamaguchi ➝ the original “how did you know I was bisexual” starter pack

ennoshita chikara  ➝ your local bear gay 

kiyoko shimizu ➝ found out she was gay after dating a man for 5 years

hitoka yachi ➝ realized she was a lesbian when she met kiyoko

NEKOMA

tetsuro kuroo ➝ tells everyone hes straight but him and his roommate are very close

morisuke yaku ➝  calls himself a sapiosexual… but really he’ll fuck anything

kenma kozume ➝ gay twitch streamer of the year but has never publicly came out

lev haiba ➝ asexual, which is a surprise to everyone seeing as he’ll flirt with anyone.

AOBA JOHSAI

tooru oikawa ➝ calls himself queer, doesnt want a label otherwise

hajime iwaizumi ➝ …. keeps saying hes straight but idk thats sus

issei matsukawa ➝ bisexual with cuffed jeans and a dangly earring

takahiro hanamaki  ➝ bisexual, his type in men is grimy, his type in women is unhinged, and anyone is fair game so long as they’re funny

akira kunimi ➝ lmaooooooo YALL THINK THIS MAN EVEN KNOWS?

kyoutani kentarou ➝ gay, very involved in the pup play community.

FUKURODANI

koutarou bokuto ➝ gay and friends with every lesbian in the area

keiji akaashi ➝ gay? bi? he is scared and confused

akinori konoha  ➝ if asked he says “none of your fucking business”

SHIRATORIZAWA

wakatoshi ushijima ➝ straight except for one man. would do anything for that man. would leave his wife for that man.

satori tendou ➝ attracted to anyone who smiles at him longer than 10 seconds

tsutomu goshiki  ➝ he isnt quite sure but if milf was a sexuality, that would be his

shirabu kenjirou ➝ gay but has such high standards that he’s chronically single

semi eita ➝ bisexual obviously

INARIZAKI

atsumu miya ➝ bisexual, but is the stereotype and proud 

osamu miya  ➝  bisexual but surprisingly a u-haul gay

rintarou suna  ➝ straight but a little to close to his bros

shinsuke kita ➝ doesnt believe sexuality should be labelled

DATE TECH

takanobu aone ➝ has no clue. falls in love with anyone who’s nice to him.

kenji futakuchi ➝ straight.

kanji koganegawa  ➝  bisexual but too scared to date women

OTHER

yuuji terushima  ➝ pansexual, lives on hookup culture though

sakusa kiyoomi ➝ bisexual. but rarely dates.

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MEAN GIRL

— suna likes his girls mean.

— boyfriend!suna. fluff. you're a meanie but not too much, i think—it's just the way he likes you.

— maybe ill write more into this. idk. i got lazy.

you lean on the wall near suna's locker, watching the girl who's been anxiously looking around in front of it, clearly waiting for him.

maybe you can send him a text, tell him to meet you directly where you are, then you can kiss him there—just to parade it.

you hold back, though. not really because you can hear suna's voice throwing an insult to atsumu, but because you suppose, he can take a break from your antics.

they part to go to their lockers; atsumu yells an empty threat towards suna before the twin's voices fade. suna hasn't noticed you yet because his eyes are fixated on his phone as he walked towards his—judging from the vibration in your pocket, he probably just sent you something.

when suna stops just by his locker, shoulders slumped and head down to face his phone still, there's a pair of feet right in front of him.

he's greeted by a girl with wide, frantic eyes; she's practically trembling and he thinks that had you been right beside him, you'd be giving her an odd look right now.

"u-uh, hi, suna-san, i-i just wanted to give this to you," she stammers, tripping over her words as she thrusts the heart sealed envelope to his chest.

he cocks an eyebrow, moving to lean on the locker by his shoulder with a faux interested hum, yet staring down on the letter, unimpressed. somehow, he wishes you were here early instead, so he won't have to do the rejecting.

he thinks, this is one of the things you'd do: you'll pluck the letter and ask, "you want him to read this?" while already ripping the envelope open.

you'd unravel the paper right in front of them, one hand holding it up to read it, one hand already snaking to wrap around his bicep, and you'd give it a once over.

"huh…" you'd let out a usual noise, yet all it is to her would be taunting.

you do all this while he's doing what he needs to do with his locker. you'd save him the time and he'll pull your body to him so he can walk you out before you say anything too scarring.

it's not that suna likes mean girls—even if a lot of people call you one, and even if osamu called him out on his "type."

"i don't have a type," he deadpanned.

osamu nodded, unconvinced, "sure."

but you weren't there. so he sighs, "i have a girlfriend," he tells her. he wonders if he has to say sorry.

he doesn't really want to.

"but she-she's mean! you deserve—"

she's cut off by the shrill of your voice, calling out to him with a loud, "rin!" that's too cheerful.

he's already trying not to smile and laugh.

you stop right behind the girl, clearly having heard her, "aren't you supposed to be more scared if you think i'm mean?" you wonder out loud—mockingly. your head is tilted and your eyes boring zeros into the back of her head.

before you can continue taunting her though, she lets out a shriek in frustration, stomping away; suna watches the look on your face, the way your reaction is clear as day as you watch the girl in bewilderment. then, he laughs as you move to mimic her stomping and angry face.

so instead of opening his locker, suna pulls you to him, and he kisses your cheek before burying his face to the crook of your neck.

"how's my baby?" he murmurs against your skin.

"better now. how was your day, rin?" you answer him softly—arms moving to wrap around his neck, melting into him. he doesn't think he'll ever get tired of the contrast of you like this, and of you any other time.

so maybe you were mean—but never to him.

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savor

(skate rat) kindaichi yuutarou x fem!reader | w.c 4.5k

a/n: you know when i first wrote mouth, i honestly didn’t think: 1) i would end up where i am now w my skate rat au + 2) that it’d lowkey become a series…. anyway here we are the next installment for my original skate rat sin <3 stop being cowards and admit you wanna fuck kindaichi smh my head

this one is dedicated to the entire miki mouse whorehouse server, just admit ur sins and that u wanna fuck kindaichi u liars

18+ university age

warnings: drug mentions, alcohol, no condom, sex while slightly under the influence, degradation, virginity loss, overstimulation (if u squint), a bit of crying, a touch of size kink, slight use of force, femdom? is this femdom?? idk anymore, dubcon-ish, “cheating” (it’s not cheating if u were never together), kunimi is a piece of shit, this is the most “tame” thing i’ve written, kindaichi has incel energy

reading mouth + taste are not required to read this, but it may make more sense to do so (there’s little references + might explain why reader + kunimi interact/talk about eachother the way that they do)! + it’s always appreciated!!

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“Do you know the secret code that brings me joy?”

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Cockwarming Scenarios

A/N: This is for my @bnhabookclub bingo card where I had the prompt ‘Cockwarming!’ enjoy sinners (:<

Pairings: Bakugo x Reader, Kirishima x Reader, Sero x Reader, Dabi x Reader, Hawks x Reader

Warnings: 18+, smut, cockwarming, (also breeding kink and dumbification in hawks’ whoops sorry)

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how they act when they’re horny & just rlly horny sex + denki, kiri, bakugo, & sero

in celebration of basically my first post getting 100 notes, and the second one nearing 100, here’s a rlly long thing I did. at first it was going to be short and sweet but I got carried away and then noticed my posts getting a lot of love! so this is a little thanks, eat it up and feel free to ask me things and messsge me, (honestly idk if my asks work) -L <3

nsfw ! + semi-public sex?, ngl mommy is thrown in there and i won’t take any criticism, degradation (giving & receiving), praise, thigh riding, spitting, daddy kink, cokwarming kind of, intoxicated sex, spanking/as well as pussy smacks, squirting

denki kaminari

— definitely a whiner

— if you’re in public he’ll keep trying to drag you home or somewhere else just so he can at least press up against you

— “please baby, you’re doing this on purpose”

— the most inconvenient place he got horny was when you were visiting your parents house for Christmas

— ended up probably having some of the hottest sex in your childhood room

— he wouldn’t shut up about how hot you looked in your dress and kept grabbing at you ass while no one was looking so you told your parents you’re gonna turn in early

After basically throwing Denki into your childhood room, he starts grabbing at you through your dress even more than he was before. You’d be lying if you said his actions didn’t start to make you horny, but you didn’t want him to start thinking he can get away with this whenever he wants. You decided that you would indulge yourself though, because Denki seemed to be in an extra subby mood today.

“Let me ask you a favor, Kami.”

“anything, just please-“

“I want to ask for a little Christmas gift a bit early,” you tell the boy who is now underneath you, you feel him trying to push up into you for some friction.

He just nods his head quickly before you even say what you want, you love when he gets like this. You pull him into a kiss that makes him squirm even more.

“I just want you to be a good boy for me today, I don’t want anything else from you.” Denki knows what that means, he whines out an “okay”.

“What a good boy, you’re so worked up you’ll probably let me do anything. How dirty.”

He just lets out a pitiful whine as you rut your hips down into him, feeling himself get incredibly hard just from this action and how you talk to him. He places his hands on your hips, right above the curve of your ass. His fingertips probably leaving bruises as he basically used you to try and get himself off. He lets out a protest whine when you remove his hands, quieting when you start undoing his belt. You remove his belt and motion at him for his hands, he tried to protest because he’s so handsy and loves touching you, but your grinding into him at such a slow pase makes him feel dizzy. He’d rather die than have you stop right now. You’re able to wrap his hands together, making sure to do it around a bar on your metal headboard so he’s actually stuck.

“You look so pretty like this, you probably sound even prettier.”

Denki is practically writhing in his skin, you decide to be nice and help him out. You take his pants off, leaving him in only boxers. For a bit you didn’t want to show Denki how wet you are. But the way he is now it would probably work him up more, so you lean back, your ass now pressed onto his dick. His eyes are glued to you as if looking away would be blasphemy, your spread your legs so your dress is bunched up at the top of your thighs. Denki let’s out a moan when he sees the wet patch in your panties, since you’re feeling generous you decide to pull them to the side. You smile when you notice his hands struggling against your headboard.

“Fuck, please...” Denki begs deperstely under you, it’s right in his face and he cant do anything. A smile creeps up your lips.

“Do you want it?” You ask like you don’t know the answer, he nods his head vigorously, lip taught in between his teeth. “Then ask me nicely.”

Denki looks so wound up you’re nervous he might set off his quirk, he’s thinking so hard, obviously trying to see the quickest way for you to help him out. He retorts that asking nicely is begging.

“Please baby, you don’t know how-“

“No, it has to be even nicer. Get creative.” You’re having the time of your life, you thought he’d take time to think, but he didn’t and your head practically exploded.

“Fuck, please, mommy. I want it so bad. mommy please I’ve been such a good boy for you.”

You didn’t know how to react besides giving him what he wanted and more, after all, he was right. He was being such a good boy for you.

eijiro kirishima

— there’s no way this boy isn’t handsy

— holding your thigh while driving but being annoyingly close to the top of your thigh

—he won’t rlly tell you bc he assumes you’ll just know, which you do

— when he’s horny in public he won’t say anything, he kind of likes waiting

— unless he’s horribly worked up, then there might be an exception

— today is one of those days

— slapping your ass, hugging you from behind and grabbing your breasts through your hero costume while no one is looking

— you both made a promise to your childhood friend bakugo that you wouldn’t fool around in his hero agency, and you didn’t want to break that promise because he might blow your asses up

— so kiri has to opt for waiting and getting you as soon as he can

— which so happens to be in the car before you both go home

“Kiri, maybe we should just wait until we get home” you breathe out, he’s kissing all the weak spots he knows. which is in fact getting you wrapped around his finger.

“I’ve been waiting for this all day, there’s no way in hell I’m gonna stop now that I’ve started.” He says into your ear while he plays with your tits through your shirt, it feels like when you were teens fooling around. what would people say if the famous pro hero couple was caught fooling around in their car? the tabloids would eat that up.

you were practically aching for kiri at this point, and he knew that. but one of his favorite things to do was tease you, something about you whining and crying because you just want to cum always makes him go insane. you already know what’s going to happen when kiri takes you out of your sweats and makes you straddle one of his thighs, you always loved his thighs.

“You know what to do, princess.” The nickname makes you whine, his hands guiding your hips at a horribly slow pace.

he chuckles at how he can already feel your wetness on his bare thigh, he pulled his shorts up a bit for you. he loved how you grab his shoulders for support, not even because your unsteady but because he’s going so slow you feel like you might pass out.

“fuck, kiri please go faster.” you whine out, every time you try to quicken the pace his hands slow you down again. “what’s my name?”

you don’t hear him, you’re too focused on looking down at yourself grinding on his thigh. the slow friction making you wetter by the second. you’re brought out of your trance when he smacks your ass, he has a stupid smile at your yelp.

“i said, what’s my name? i don’t have time for you to be a brat.”

he loosens up on your hips a bit, letting you go a bit faster.

“ah- fuck! daddy, please let me go faster.” he helps you quicken the pase, your moans high pitched and breathing fast in his ear.

“good girl, you sound so pretty. acting like a little slut for me, look at you being so desperate to get yourself off on my thigh.”

your cheeks burn red, the embarrassment feeling like a sting. you let out a high pitch whine when he slips his hand into your underwear, feeling at the wetness you smeared around yourself. he groans at the proof of how worked up you are, he pulls his hand out and scissors two fingers, showing the strings of arousal connecting them. He puts one in his mouth, maintaining eye contact with you, then raises his other messy finger to your mouth.

“taste how sweet you are, baby.” he says it like he’s offering you a slice of cake, but you can hear the lust dripping off of his words. you pop his middle finger in your mouth, his dick strains against his shorts even more at you swirling your tongue around.

he pulls his finger out of your mouth and goes back into your panties, making you grip onto his shoulders even harder. he doesn’t waste his time playing with your bud that’s been asking for attention this whole time, you start grinding down impossibly harder. you feel your release on the tip of your tongue, your motions becoming noticeably messy.

“ah- ah fuck, ‘gonna cum.” Is all you’re able to choke out, kiri reminds you of a rule the both of you have, just to make things more fun.

“ask to cum or you’re getting edged for the rest of the night.” your head spins at the thought of only coming once tonight, you manage to choke out something somewhat coherent.

“daddy, please- please let me cum.” his movements become just a bit faster, taking that as a yes the pressure in your stomach sends you over.

you gush on his hand and thigh, kiri loves it when you squirt all over him. he literally can’t think of anything hotter than you squirting on him, and because of him. just because he’s feeling like a dick he sticks his fingers into your tight and spasming entrance, you let out a high pitched yelp.

“daddy no- no, I’m so sensitive~”

you try to squirm away from his hand, but he traps you by wrapping his arm around your waist. pressing you flush against him, curling his fingers into you. your body is twitching with sensitivity, kiri groans at how you’re clamping down on his fingers, only making him want to go faster. you keep letting out increasingly higher pitched moans, you feel the familiar pressure building to again. subconsciously fucking yourself on his fingers, you feel like you’re going to melt from sensitivity, but it’s so good.

“go on baby, show daddy how good he’s making you feel right now. your pussy’s being so good for me, telling me when you’re close. the way you clamp down on my fingers is so dirty.”

you easily cum a second time on kiri’s hand again, he’s so hard it practically hurts now. you give him a thank you and kiss around his face, he chuckles at you.

“you did so good baby, you don’t have to do anything from this point”

he says as he turn you around, back pressed against his chest. pulling your ruined panties to the side. he raises you a bit, feeling his warm head at your entrance.

“daddy, you’re gonna break me.” you choke out while he slowly lowers you down, you tighten when his head pops into you. he gives a kiss to your neck

“yea baby, that’s the point.”

katsuki bakugou

— hes flat out annoyed and angry when he’s horny

— he doesn’t like telling you out of “basic human decency”

— but you’re pretty sure he’s just shy

— will def use his quirk a little bit on you, like smaking your ass and you feel a small sting

— most convos are just him being angry and dismissing you

— “tsuki~” “what.” “why does my baby look so bothered right now?” “i’m not.”

— usually ends convos by fast-walking out of the room

— definitely the same as he was in high school

— sex with him when he’s horny is like angry sex, so, very good

— will degrade you to filth without a second thought

— “the whole apartment could probably hear you. I should just let them watch you get fucked until you drip all over me.”

— “you’re screaming my name like a filthy whore, is this too much for you baby?”

— even if you said yes he probably wouldn’t slow down, if you try to like move up a bit or have him pull out a little bit he’ll literally trap you with his big ass arms

“oh fuck, oh fuck, ‘tsuki it’s too much.”

your boyfriend has you pinned on your kitchen counter, back on the cold marble and looking him in his eyes. looking down where you’re both connected at, the sight is filthy. bakugou is holding your wrists with one hand and the other is lightly holding your neck, periodically squeezing the sides, making your body tingle.

“shut up, waiting for me to come home dressed like this. you were so ready for me, you can take it baby.”

you encouraged bakugou to give you minimal prep today and you were suffering the consequences, but the way you were drooling all over yourself let him know that this hurt was a good one. but, just because he cares a little bit, he slowed his pace. but in the one way you were hoping he wouldn’t, he’s going horribly slow.

“look at you, your pussy is leaking all over me. what? you told me to slow down and I did.” he laughs like he’s taunting you, pulling out until it’s only his head and quickly jamming it back in.

he lets out groans at your tightness, tightening around him at his words. he knows exactly how to wind you up and get you wrapped around his finger. just as you were getting used to his slow brutal pace, you can feel pressure building up in you. as you try to chase your high by grinding down on him, he flips you over. face pressed onto the marble where your back was.

“so impatient, you know what I do to girls that can’t wait?”

your body burns with anticipation for what you know is coming, you let out a yelp when you get a harsh smack to your ass. bakugo palms and grips the flesh, letting out a groan when he spreads you to get a clearer view of your pussy that’s currently clenching around nothing.

“katsuki, please~”

you let out such a needy whine, how could he say no. without another word you feel him easing into you, you expected him to give you a hard time and tell you to beg harder or something. letting out a loud moan as he spreads you apart to watch.

“now, since I gave you something you’re gonna have to be a good girl and count for me.”

you let out another whine, trying to just ignore him and slowly start pushing yourself back on him. he smacks one of his hard hands down on you, getting you to jump. bakugou almost thinks he’s going to lose his mind how you’re clamping down on him.

“count.”

“one...”

“good girl.”

katsuki leaves himself buried deep inside you as he gives you your punishment, you never thought 16 was such a big number until you had to count up to it in such an agonizing situation. you know the way your tightening around katsuki is making him sweat and groan, it’s the only type of retaliation you can manage while you’re drooling from him smacking your ass and twitching in you. you have 6 left, the number seems so far away even though it’s so small. there’s a long pause before he brings his hand down on you, the anticipation practically edging you. you can feel your arousal dripping down your thighs. when he brings his hand down you practically scream, you felt his quirk go off on your ass.

“eleven, augh fuck ‘tsuki, don’t do this I’m gonna-“

you’re easily silenced by him thrusting into you, the wet sounds you made just from one thrust are humiliating. now each time he smacks you, you can feel his quirk go off. massaging the spot he hit that is quickly bruising each time you count, your whole body feels hot with excitement. although the remaining 5 pass by agonizingly slow, it passes. hoping to get friction from the blond boy rubbing your ass you tighten around him a bit. you’re quickly pulled from the warm marble by the back of your neck, your back pressed to his sweaty chest.

“are you gonna be a good girl for me, baby?”

after vigorously nodding your head he placed a kiss to your shoulder, setting a steady pace of pumping in and out of you. it feels so good you practically melt in his arms, feeling your wetness run down your legs only makes you more aroused. you already feel sensitive and you haven’t even cum yet, and your heart skips a beat when bakugou’s arm snakes around you and starts rubbing your swollen bud. you let out a high pitched cry and arch your back off of his sweaty body.

“ah~ fuck you’re gonna make me cum.”

he licks up the side of your neck before talking into your ear again, “yea, that’s the point. i want you to cum on daddy’s dick so hard I have to remind you how to walk after.”

sero hanta

— he gets horny every time he smokes

— not because it just happens, he gets horny because he knows how horny you get when you smoke together

— sero is a sucker for pleasing his s/o

— he’ll do anything to make you feel good, seeing you feel good makes him feel even better

— he’s a functioning stoner, so the way he touches you with steady hands always makes your head spin

— always makes sure it’s what you want to do before doing it, so you have to practically beg him, which gets him going too

— a little bit of a king of dirty talk

— “you’re whining so loud the rest of your dorm could probably hear you, start saying my name so they all know who’s doing this to you”

— sero is #1 supporter of your horny tendencies

— when you tease him for being horny he just degrades you to make up for it

“you’re being so good for me, spread your legs more.”

you let out a whine and spread them more for your boyfriend, his apartment was free from his roommates so you took advantage. you didn’t think it’d lead to him looking so pretty in between your legs, you run a hand through his blacks tresses, the long back tied into a low ponytail that you want to yank on so bad. he’s been teasing you by blowing on your slick for what has felt like ages, finally gasping into a moan when he finally licks a stripe up you. The grip on his hair tightens, which makes him let out a grunt against you.

“holy shit, hanta you’re doing so good.”

you decide to get your praise in now before it feels like you can’t speak, but you’re being honest. you don’t know how he’s so good at swirlig his tongue around you. you hate how good he looks doing it too, even with your hand making a mess of his hair, it’s like all it does is make him hotter. youre feeling so worked up, in need of more friction.

“hanta, stick your tongue out for me. i wanna see something.”

you look down at him layed on the bed in front of you, the blunts from earlier are really getting to you now. he sticks his tongue out with a smile, wrapping his arms around your thighs when you press yourself up to his tongue and start moving yourself against it. your body feeling fuzzy and incredibly hot with arousal, sero stops you and you protest with a whine. instead he has you sit up, and sits himself behind you so you’re sitting in between his legs.

the smile on his face only grew bigger as he starts trailing his fingers up and down the outside of your slit, the way he’s making you feel right now should be illegal. he slowly starts easing in his middle finger, and saying his fingers are kind of long is an understatement.

“you’re taking one finger so well, last time you were practically shaking. i love when you’re so sensitive.”

you buck your hips up as a response, whining when your action results in his finger going deeper in you. he takes that as a reason to put in another finger in. relishing the way you squirm in his arms, sero can’t believe how pretty you look. your mouth open, gripping at the shoulder that’s controlling his fingers. your eyes red and low, it only makes you sexier. with his free arm he grabs the blunt he abandoned earlier, takes a long pull of it and makes sure to put it out this time. you bite your lip when he directs you to look at him and he blows the smoke in your face.

“open.”

you open your mouth and stick your tongue out like it’s routine, he smiles at how he feels you tightening on his fingers. he puckers his lips and lets spit fall onto your tongue, sero almost feels you get impossibly wetter. you open your mouth again for him, panting at his quicker pace. whimpers falling out of your mouth as you silently ask you boyfriend to spit in your mouth again. He lets more of his spit fall into your mouth, loving how the dirty acts makes you look like you’re ready to cum.

“you’re such a little slut, gushing around my fingers just because I spit in your mouth.”

you let out a moan at his means words, you feel like you’re practically dripping with arousal. you choke out a high pitched yelp when he scissors his fingers inside of you, he leans down and gives you a kiss on your forehead. your low eyes now focuses on his face, loving how enticed he is with his fingers working in and out of you. you feel the undeniable pressure building up in you, sero can also tell by the way your tightening around his fingers. just as you feel like the pressure is about to let itself go sero pulls his fingers out and gives two slaps your cunt, he expected it to startle you away from your high. but much to his surprise,

“oh- fuck, fuck~”

you start gushing around nothing, which sero can’t stand for. he puts both of his fingers back in you while your release is pouring out of you, curling his fingers up into your spongy spot. making you cry and cum harder while twitching in his arms. he doesn’t give you time to come down from your high, he hooks your knees over his thighs so you’re spread open for him. your hands gripping and clawing at his thighs, you feel like you’re going to cum again. you feel his breath tickle your ear, not deviating your eyes from where sero is abusing you.

“we’re not stopping until you do that again, I want you to ruin the sheets.”

you let out a high pitched whine in response, feeling the pressure coil up in your stomach and your body get increasingly warmer. sero keeping his steady pace as he feels your insides flutter around him, the only thing that changes is that he curls his fingers into your soft spot more, making you throw your head back on his shoulder. the pressure almost feels unbearable and you feel your hips twitching with arousal, finally feeling your release. you gush around him again with a scream. your thighs that are being held open twitch with disparity, trying to force themselves closed. sero is more than pleased with you squirting, literally feeling himself aching to have you do it around his dick.

“you did so good, that was so hot baby.” 

he praises you and kisses your jaw, pulling his fingers out and slapping your mess a few times. getting moans and twitches out of you. sero knows that when he cleans you up he’s just going to make you do it again.

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sr!suna putting his cig out in between ur titties fr

ugh if u insist

warnings: insults (degradation), branding (cigarette burns), smoking, breath play/choking, dub/noncon (j-just in case), exhibitionism?

“That’s digusting.” Your lip curls as Suna brings the tip of the cigarette to the weak flame, his only response to the statement a sideyed glance tainted with annoyance. 

“You would know, gross bitch.” He laughs, the words sickening more from the way they’re laced from the sour scent of burning tobacco than the insult. 

“And here you are, slumming it around in the hopes of me sparing you a second of my time.” 

“What can I say, I wanna fuck and you’re easy.” He puffs a cloud of the rancid smoke right in your face, the kneejerk reaction of sending a kick to his side all the more satisfying as he turns to focus a poorly disguised irritaed look. 

“You’re shit outta luck then, not in the mood.” You rise from the couch, stopped by rough fingers curling around your wrist and yanking you back down. “Let go asshole, you reek.” 

There’s a sound in the back of his throat signaling a stark distaste as he twists around on the couch, hand quickly moving to tighten a grip around your throat, tightening and tightening until your hands fly up to grip at his much larger one. 

“You are my gross bitch though,” you desperately inhale, struggling to take a decent breath with unrelenting grip and the way he blows the smoke right into your face, “it’ll be good for everyone to know that.” 

He brings the cigarette back to his lips, keeping it in place between his teeth as he hooks a finger in the front of your camisole, regret blaring in the back of your mind at wearing something so easy for him to pull away, at not wearing a bra.

He inches the elastic down slowly, panic having you dig your nails into the hand still pinned to your throat, the thought of being exposed in the middle of some party both exhilirating and nauseating. 

The elastic settles just above your nipples, dangerously close of laying you bare before any wandering eyes, before Suna. 

“Good thing you can’t scream.” He plucks the cig from his teeth, the tip of it still burning red as he inches it closer and closer to your flesh.

The white hot pain of it searing into the stretch of skin over your sternum has your entire body shaking, the threat of blacking out surging through you. 

It should leave you panicking, screaming, but perhaps the lack of air has you going completely stupid, barely a lick of shame as the way he snuffs the cig against your skin sends a rush through you, creates an ache bulding deep in your cunt. 

Yeah, maybe you are his gross, depraved little bitch. 

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“supporting” sero while he’s playing games

nsfw ! + oral, slight exhibhitionism

— sero is a very cool and relaxed person, so he doesn’t get flustered often, and this was kind of your mission to do so you were also feeling needy

— this is probably one of Sero’s fantasies, so needless to say when you start doing it he gets rlly horny

— he gets hard just by looking at you in between his legs, especially because you look at him like you’re not about to make yourself choke on his dick

— he def acts pretty calm, is able to play it off surprisingly well

— is probably a little loud when he busts tho

— he loves how you look when he paints your face <3

Sero looks down at you palming him through his sweats, he welcomes it by spreading his legs a bit more for you, which you always think is a little cute. He gets hard fast, which does nothing but boost your ego, and also let’s you know Sero is liking this as much as you. He shifts a little bit once you pull his sweats and boxers down, Sero always blushed when you told him how pretty his dick was, that boy is a sucker for praise. You’d love to tell him right now but you don’t think you want to risk the rest of the boys hearing you through his headset. Instead, you blow on the tip so your boyfriend can look down at you, making sure to maintain eye contact with him you kiss the tip. Sero furrows his eyebrows a bit and you feel his dick twitch in your hand, you can’t help but have a mischievous grin paint your face.

Sero isn’t always a fan of being teased, especially because his tip is extremely sensitive. You just opt to licking cutely and letting your tongue swirl around it, Sero is clearly feeling impatient and is focusing on your more since the boys are debating on what map to play in the lobby over his headset. You place another kiss to his tip and let your lips linger there, Sero let’s out a barely audible grunt and bucks his hips up to try and get you to put him in your mouth.

“Hey Sero, what map do you wanna play?” You hear Denki ask over the headset, you smile at him before he looks back up at his screen.

“Uh we can just do- oh shit.”

Sero’s words are cut off when you put him into your mouth, easily knowing that he’s probably gonna treat you like a brat later. He plays it off by saying he almost dropped his controller, his breath is more labored and he’s talking quieter so you know you’re at least doing something. Sero was honestly taking it like a champ though, and he looked hot the longer you were doing it. He would periodically look down at you and flash a stupid smile, he would bite his lip while trying to finish a match and not totally ruin his stats. While they were waiting for another match he put his hand under your jaw and was slowly guiding your face, slowly going faster. You don’t wanna admit how hot that made you, pressing your thighs together and trying to not fuck your boyfriend while he’s playing games.

As you’re going a bit faster, per Sero’s guidance, you hear his breathing get a bit heavier and his gaming is faltering. You’re boyfriend is clearly getting close, you wonder if he’s gonna leave his game or totally short circuit and just stay in his party. His game finishes and the boys are once again arguing so loud about what map to go to you can hear it through the headset. Sero is holding your face again and helping guide your head, he loves eye contact so he’s looking at you with desperate eyes, pupils blown and biting down on his lip so hard you’re nervous he might bruise himself. You wonder if the boys can hear him breathing now, they’re too busy arguing so they might not, but at this point you don’t care.

Sero is starting to softly buck his hips up into your mouth and you think this is a good time to pull out your little trump card, after waiting this whole time. You pull off of him with a pop, moving your hand up and down the mess you left on him. At this point it’s like he completely dismissed his game, just looking down at you, bottom lip taught in between his teeth. You suck on his tip and give him your best doe eyes.

“Your dick is so pretty, Hanta.”

Sero basically whines as he starts bucking his hips up and cums all over your hands and face, he let out a satisfying “oh fuck” while painting your face. Your shit eating grin never left your face as you licked up and down him to “clean him up” Sero’s whole body twitched, clearly still horny and sensitive.

“What the fuck just happened?”, you hear Denki and Bakugo’s voice through his headset.

“Hey I gotta go.” Sero says quickly and quits his game, and instantly you hear his phone start ringing with notifications. Most likely from the group chat he has with the boys he was just in the party with.

“Oops,” you say, looking at his phone thrown across the bed.

[haseros]

jealous sero hc , sfw + nsfw

sfw !

— if he feels like someone is being extra friendly with you he has a habit of “accidentally” bumping past them with his clunky elbow as he goes to whisk you away from them

— he knows sometimes you get upset when he seems irrationally upset at certain things so he tries to be playful with taking you away from people that are annoying him

— one of his favs is slowly creeping up next to you and linking his hands above his head and bumping you away with his bony hips, it’s also comical for your friends watching

— one time he hero-snatched you while you were outside by swinging around buildings with his tape and snagged you away with a quick swoop

— a lot of the times you try to be upset with actions like that, but his shit eating grin always seems to make you relax your angry eyebrows and just shove his shoulder with a “you’re so dumb”

— sero found out he was the “jealous type” once a guy asked you for advice and slid in some flirting, you simply brushed it off but when sero found out he was filled with nothing less than burning jealousy

nsfw ! + degradation kink, a moment of daddy kink

— after you and sero were dating for some time you found out if he’s jealous enough he’ll punish you, needless to say sometimes you do it on purpose

— you were at a birthday party for one of your old friends from school at a bar and you didn’t flirt with anyone but you didn’t shut down their advances either, simply played dumb

— sero practically dragged you out to your car, it was hard for you to hide your splitting grin

— sometimes you provoke sero because when he’s jealous he’s so much dirtier, and you know you can just ask but something about him doing it while upset is so good

— “you like all the attention don’t you, little whore. you probably like when I throw you in the closest place and fuck you like a slut, don’t you?” sero always makes you answer the questions that make your cheeks burn red

— “use your words or i won’t touch you at all tonight” “yes, hanta” “yes what?” “i like when you fuck me like a whore” “what a good little bitch”

— sero likes edging you until you’re crying and writhing at all of your wetness leaking out of you

— “listen to how wet you are, and all I’m doing is being mean to you. you’re like a bitch in heat, tell me what you are” sero says this with his fingers pumping in and out of you, you’re so wound up you don’t have time to be embarrassed

— “I’m you’re little slut hanta, please I can’t do this anymore” you say with your eyes full of tears

— if you beg nice enough and throw out sweet names sero will let you cum and then do it a few more times while you’re still sensitive

— “I know these fucking losers cant fuck you like daddy does, huh pretty girl”

— sero is after care king after a lot of practice, he likes preparing you a bath and making you snacks

— he usually feels bad after if he fucks you anywhere that isn’t in your home, because you have to wait to get home before you can get proper after care. he always apologizes, even after you’ve said it’s ok countless times