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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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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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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 brow 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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| 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.”

all images from pinterest

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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!!

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| cw: woc yn, 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.

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MHA COLLEGE SMAU X FEM! READER

Welcome to UA College, where heroes-in-training juggle classes, competitions, and late-night group chats.

From explosive sports festivals to impromptu jam sessions, every day is a new story. Escape into the life of yn —returning from abroad, reconnecting with old friends, and diving headfirst into a world where quirks are just part of the chaos.

currents of chaos

prologue

chapter 01 - first ripple

chapter 02 - resonance frequency

chapter 03 - neon lights

chapter 04 - new faces

to be continued…

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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 😊)

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

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MHA COLLEGE SMAU X FEM! READER

Welcome to UA College, where heroes-in-training juggle classes, competitions, and late-night group chats.

From explosive sports festivals to impromptu jam sessions, every day is a new story. Escape into the life of yn —returning from abroad, reconnecting with old friends, and diving headfirst into a world where quirks are just part of the chaos.

INTRODUCING:

@ whoevenisyn ✓ | Y/N L/N | 20 | Hero Course | UA College

After two years studying abroad in New York, Y/N’s back in Japan to finish her hero training at UA. Known online for her scenic instagram feed and modeling content, she’s built a steady following without trying too hard. Sharp-witted with a laid-back vibe, Y/N’s posts range from late-night city walks to spontaneous training clips—giving followers a glimpse into she world without revealing too much.

Offline, she’s the type to show up with a grin and leave with a story. Quick with a comeback, quicker with a smirk, and always ready to back her friends when needed. Her quirk, Mind Surge, isn’t just for show—though most wouldn’t guess the power behind her easygoing exterior. Returning to UA means more than just picking up where she left off. New faces, old connections, and the pressure of becoming a pro hero are all waiting beneath the surface.

INTRODUCING:

@ minaashidoo and @ redriotreal

Yn’s childhood friends who she’s known since middle school. Even though separated during high school they all kept in touch; Mina’s forever teasing and Eijiro’s “she’s too famous for us now jokes” never left. They actually are the ones who convinced her to apply to UA College—for which she is eternally grateful. She didn’t stay in Japan long traveling to the states for a modeling company. This will be the first year they are all together and it’s been a while since they’ve seen each other. They plan on introducing her to all their new friends because know she’ll fit right in.

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RELEASING MARCH 1

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OCEAN BOUND GUIDELINES

0.1 disclaimer

I will not always post about the same fandom - especially if I get writer's block or see a post that catches my interest and ends with my writing about said fandom or kink.

Characters who are under 18 in canon are aged up and written in an au where they are at least 18 - their personalities will also be adjusted slightly based on my headcanons to fit this change (depending on the age and fic).

As noted in my sirens warning, my writing may not always portray realistic or healthy dynamics especially when it comes to the nstw content.

Currently, tumblr is the only platform where I share my writing - If you come across it elsewhere, it was likely posted without my knowledge or permission.

(especially because it is such a broad platform)

0.2 preference

ᝰ.ᐟ reader

DOMINANT - I exclusively write dominant! reader content.

PRONOUNS — The reader is either referred to with she/her or they/them pronouns, regardless of anatomy or expression.

SPECIFICATIONS/APPEARENCES - Although I try to keep the reader's physical traits as ambiguous as possible this account will cater towards poc with the smau posts.

TOP/BOTTOM — I enjoy writing both top! and bottom! reader scenarios, depending on the narrative.

AFAB - I'm most comfortable writing for female anatomies, though I may write amab at some point if I figure out a way to write it/get good at writing with it. If the reader is written with amab anatomy, it will be specified in the content warnings. (although either or it will be tagged at the bottom)

PERSONALITY — The reader's personality shifts based on the character and scenario but often leans towards teasing, witty, or slightly sadistic traits.

0.3 andoms and characters

disclaimer: these most likely won't be updated so I may start to write about other fandoms

mha (aged up college and pro-hero life) - izuku midoriya, bakugou katsuki, tenya iida, eijirou kirishima, denki kaminari, mina ashido, shoto todoroki, Hanta Sero, others

hxh - hisoka, illumi, chrollo, shalnark, feitan, shizuku

others coming soon

0.4 content

what I do write →

sfw - marriage, life with children, innocent dates, fluff (duh!), slight angst, tropes, anything that seems like it would take place in a healthy relationship

nsfw - dom! reader, edging, orgasm denial, overstimulation, restraints, ruined orgasms, darcyphilia, corruption kink, humiliation, degradation, pegging, s/m dynamics, hybrid, pet play, praise, role reversal, threesome/polyamory, somnophilia, choking,

dark - yandere tendencies, manipulation, abuse of power, violence, drugs/alcohol, light cnc

what I do not write →

nsfw - sub! reader, lactation kink, scat, most bodily fluids, specific fetishes (feet, tickling, insects), age play, mdib/mdig, cucking, feederism

dark - pedophilia, incest of any sort, rape/noncon (not cnc), gore, suicide, self-harm, mental disorders (debatable but I would rather not attempt/not my place or in this circumstance)

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SIRENS WARNINGS

0.1 about my blog

Consider this blog my secondary writing blog, I plan on posting my smau fics mainly on here. This account may get less content then my main blog but like I said on the other I am a college student working on a STEM degree so please forgive me in advace.

This blog is not spoiler free in the sense that it's possible I may write something that canonically happened which may be considered a spoiler. All content will be properly tagged with respective info/headers.

0.2 minors

My nsfw content is strictly for readers 18 and older. If you've found my blog through sfw content and you are underage please refrain from engaging with any nsfw content I post. Minors and accounts with no age in bio dni or you will be blocked.

0.3 how i write

I only write x reader fiction at the moment (that might change on this account) so please do not send asks with a personal oc (you can send asks for reader with specific traits). All content features characters who are canonically adults or are written in an au where they are adults.

Some of my works may include themes that are dark or potentially triggering, but these are always tagged. Please note, that my portrayal of certain actions, behaviors, and relationships is fictional and not always realistic or healthy. This includes my smut, which is self-indulgent, and my darker content, which serves as a creative exploration rather than an endorsement or reflection of my personal views.

For more information on my writing, including fandoms, characters, and themes, please refer to this post.

0.4 guidelines

How often are you online? - I try to get online and check Tumblr weekly, but that may or may not be accurate depending on the time.

Do you answer asks? - Yes! I try to answer all asks and if it is something that I would rather not answer you probably won't see it ever on my page (unless it's really obscure and I feel the need to post it). Follow-ups are welcome but if that isn't answered either that is probably a good sign that I will not be answering it anytime soon.

Can I become a known anon? - Yes!! I love them and am always looking to see if there are people who are consistently interacting with my work, so send an emoji in an ask and you will be saved to my notes so I know exactly what it is you usually are on the blog for.

thank you for checking out the sirens warnings!

→ also if you want to send an ask or request please read the oceanbound guidelines for further information specific to my writings.

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─────˚ଳ ᴄʟᴀʀᴀ | 22 | ꜱʜᴇ/ʜᴇʀ. ᴇɴᴄʜᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ ꜱᴛᴏʀʏᴛᴇʟʟᴇʀ ʟᴜʀɪɴɢ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛꜱ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜᴀᴜɴᴛɪɴɢ ᴛᴀʟᴇꜱ. ᴀɴɪᴍᴇ ᴅᴇᴠᴏᴛᴇᴇ. ᴘᴏᴇᴛ. ᴛɪᴅᴇꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴏʙꜱᴇꜱꜱɪᴏɴ.

sfw | nsfw | dark content | multifandom | dom reader | female or gender neutral reader | spoilers? |

DISCLAIMER minors and ageless bios DNI — 18+ only (even for sfw — no slip-ups) — age in bio to interact — please dive into siren’s warnings and oceanbound guidelines before interacting (just a glimpse will do!)

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dividers by @dollywons and header inspired by @dollywons

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