#present mic x reader lemon

[fantasies2paper]

I opened the door to the home I shared with my boyfriend, Hizashi. Practice with my band had let out pretty early and I had been excited to surprise him but when I stepped inside I heard the slow opening cords to Down in a Hole by Alice in Chains drifting from the bathroom. 

"Uh oh." I softly said, hanging my bag up by the door and kicking off my black boots. "Somebody didn't have a good day." 

I padded across the dark hardwood floor to the stairs before taking them two at a time. Despite what most people thought, Hizashi had his down days too. It was something he only shared with those closest to him and I had always felt honored to be counted among those few.

I reached the bathroom and pushed the door open, slowly. Steam flowed out of the room like a great wave before giving me a view of Hizashi. He was standing under the wide mouthed showerhead, his hands braced on the wall in front of him. His long blonde hair draped down his side, covering his face and side like a curtain of silk. His back was corded with lean muscle under his pale skin that moved every beat of the song.

I stepped inside before pulling off my clothes, leaving a trail from the door to my goal. I slipped in behind him and hugged him from behind as the song changed to Black Hole Sun by Soundgarden. Hizashi's body immediately relaxed against me, his hands covering my own. 

"Y/n, I thought you wouldn't be home until later." He said before turning in my hold and kissing my forehead.

"The band let out early," I replied, lightly dragging my nails up and down his back. "You okay, baby? You're vibing with my daily playlist here."

His hands slid up my back, leaving chills in their wake despite the heat from the water. He placed a chaste kiss on my forehead as my body molded against his own and we stayed that way for a moment, enjoying each other's company under the rain-like shower.

Hizashi spoke after a moment, his normally eccentric and bubbly personality quieted. "Yeah I'm okay. You're too good for me, muse. You know that?"

I chuckled and cupped his chin, making him look at me. "No, baby. You're far too good for me."

His lips touched mine, gentle at first, coaxing my lips open with a flick of his tongue. I sighed softly against his lips, his hands sliding up my side to cradle my head as he tilted to deepen the kiss. Hizashi's tongue explored my mouth with familiar ease. He knew every button to press and every crevice to explore.

When he pulled away I gasped softly for breath, my heart thundering in my ears. He kissed down my chin as he pressed my body against the shower wall, his thigh pressing against all of my delicious spots. I slid my fingers into his hair as I arched my back, needing more of his body against my own. 

"Hiz-AH!" I gasped as he bit my neck, my eyes closing in pleasure.

I gripped his hair tighter in my hands, grinding against his thigh in slow circles. Hizashi's hand slid in between our slick bodies to grip my sex firmly, a pitiful whimper falling from my lips. He kissed his way down my chest, swirling his tongue around my hardening nipples. My head fell back as I cried out when his teeth closed around the sensitive flesh.

"Inspire me, muse." He said against my skin while he moved closer to my sweet spot. He was on his knees before me, lifting my leg to drape over his shoulder. He was so close I could feel his breath on me, a shiver running up my spine. "Sing for me."

Hizashi's tongue flicked out to taste my sex, making me moan desperately as I tightened my hold on his hair. I felt like there was no air left in the steamy bathroom. Every stroke of his tongue drove me higher, my cries getting louder. I arched my back, trying to move my hips closer and take more of what his sinful lips and tongue were doing to me.

"Cum for me, muse." His eyes locked on my own as he spoke against my sex. "Let me hear how good I make you feel."

His fingers tightened on my hips as he went back to teasing my sex. I cried out, one of my hands trying to grab onto anything.

"Hiz-Hizashi!!" I screamed as my body quivered, releasing my arousal into his waiting mouth. I shuddered against the shower wall, my breathing ragged and loud.

He trailed kisses back up my body before kissing me deeply and I moaned as my taste mingled with his own. His erection pressed hard against my thigh, searing my skin and making body quake all over again

Hizashi greedily drank my moans as his fingers did sinful things to my body. Somewhere in the back of my mind I registered his fingers were following the music as they slowed in time with the chorus. I'd never listen to Slither the same again.

"Hizashi… please, baby." I moaned against his lips, softly.

"You know why I call you my muse, y/n?" His voice was low, almost a growl and I shook my head in response, my eyes still closed. "Look at me, baby."

I opened my eyes, my e/c eyes meeting his greenish yellow ones. His eyes were dark and cloudy with lust. His skin flushed from the heat of the shower, his lips pink and slightly swollen from the hard passionate kisses. They were parted a little as he took slow deep breaths, his eyes never leaving mine.

"Because you're fucking beautiful." He whispered and I almost didn't hear him over the music and shower. "You're the reason I still have a smile on my face. You're the reason I do everything, muse."

Hizashi spun me around, gripping my hips as I arched my back. I moaned against the wall, desperate to feel him inside of me. Hizashi's palm slapped my ass and I squeaked in response, a low chuckle leaving his throat. Now that his declaration had been shared and heard the soft moment had passed and what replaced it was a feral need to consume.

His hand slid up my back before he wrapped his long fingers around my shoulder, gripping me tight as he positioned himself at my entrance.He pushed firmly until the tip of his cock slid inside me easily. I bit my lip, roughly, stifling the whimper that left my throat.

"Oh no you don't, muse!" He growled out as he tightened his hand around my hip before pulling out almost completely and slamming back inside. "I wanna hear you scream for me while I love this sexy body."

His pace was slow and hard as he fucked me against the shower wall, our bodies slick from the water that cascaded around us. I screamed his name as he stroked that secret spot inside of me, his growls becoming feral and deep. He leaned forward to bite the back of my shoulder. 

"Hizashi, please!" I screamed as I attempted to arch my back, needing him to go deeper. He slid out of my body, my legs shaking at the sudden emptiness.

"Get on all fours." His tone was laced with arousal and need. I complied with no argument, grateful we had decided to scrap the tub. "Good girl."

I bit my lip as he settled behind me, teasing my entrance with his tip. The soft strumming of guitar started as the next song began and the sound of the shower competed with the thumping of my heart in my ears. I pushed back against him, silently begging, but he didn't move.

"Come on, siren. You can do better than that can't you." Hizashi's voice was a low rumble before slowly dragging his tongue up my spine.

"Hizashi please…" I gasped softly as he bit the curve of my ass. "Please fuck me!!"

He plunged deep inside of me without another word. I screamed at the feeling of being suddenly full, arching my back for more of his thrusts. His hands gripped my hips as he guided my body before slapping my ass, pulling another loud moan from me. 

"Fuck me! Yes!"

Moaning was all I could do as he fucked my body silly, every stroke hitting that perfect spot deep inside of me. I pressed my face against the warm, wet tile while I moaned his name as if I were praying. Hizashi's thrusts grew harder and faster, sending me spiraling towards my orgasm.

"Cum for me, muse." He said, reaching around to stroke my sex as he groaned loudly.

I screamed as I came, my eyes closing tightly as I lost myself. I tightened around his cock as he came with me, milking him as he spilled inside of me. He collapsed on top of me, a tired laugh leaving my throat as we rolled over on our sides.

We lay there for a moment before the water began to cool. He reached up to shut it off.

"Next time we should use the bed," I said, amused at his disheveled hair that would not be fun to detangle when it dried.

He laughed in reply and leaned down to kiss me, moaning softly against my lips. Looks like we'd be taking it to bed after all.

[tylerxrbtwhp]

Personal Favourite Fanfics | MHA/BNHA |

NOTE: This is entirely my favourites so if it offense any of you, I don't care. It might seem mean, but this is how everyone is. P.S: ISTG I'm actually nice 💀

PART 1 My Hero Academia/Boku No Hero Academia Eraserhead/Shota Aizawa: Black Coffee and Honey Suckle https://www.tumblr.com/burnyouwithacigarettelighter/726757749793456128/practice-absolutely-does-make-it-perfect?source=share Whoops, guess it just happened https://www.tumblr.com/littlesniggy/656445387566153728/omfg-i-was-looking-for-this-fic?source=share [No Name] https://www.tumblr.com/arcanao/709810030356135936/just-speechless?source=share An Eye for an Eye https://www.tumblr.com/weebsinstash/188970887567/an-eye-for-an-eye-yandere-poly-erasermic-x?source=share Exerpt from Eden https://www.tumblr.com/shibaraki/730659022816051200/excerpt-from-eden-aizawa-shouta-synopsis-the?source=share Blissfully Ruined https://www.tumblr.com/tired-teacher-blog/711156846246920192/blissfully-ruined-characters-aizawa-fem-reader?source=share Heartache https://just-my-fandom.tumblr.com/post/652040523910119424/heartache-shouta-aizawa-x-pro-hero-reader Feeling Unloved https://www.tumblr.com/bluemoondust/689160811327963136/feeling-unloved?source=share Subjugation {1} https://www.tumblr.com/artemis32/694912632418975744/subjugation-i?source=share Subjugation {2/Last} https://artemis32.tumblr.com/post/701249462396420096/subjugation-ii Dress https://www.tumblr.com/touyaz/655920106257465344/dress-pairing-aizawa-shouta-x-gn-reader-word?source=share Present Mic/Hizashi Yamada [No Name] https://novasdarling.tumblr.com/post/658624767282266112/hihi-can-i-have-some-present-mic-yandere [No Name] https://myherofuckademia.tumblr.com/post/189299715108/yandere-present-mic Babied https://writerbyaccident.tumblr.com/post/627567953251057664/babied-yandere-present-michizashi-yamada-x [No Name] https://animeyanderelover.tumblr.com/post/670024941057540096/hizashi-yamada-no-one-else-makes-me-feel-this Souvenir https://writerbyaccident.tumblr.com/post/621954979763290112/souvenir-yandere-present-michizashi-yamada-x Shh https://echo-of-sounds.tumblr.com/post/621301373289562112/shhh [No Name] https://squishytenya.tumblr.com/post/622457561594167296/hizashi-with-a-reader-whos-a-famous-popstar Are you okay? (Platonic) https://sleepybutwriting.tumblr.com/post/613705652804665344/are-you-okay-fatherlyyamada Quieter for you https://lordsister.tumblr.com/post/183545875144/quieter-for-you-present-mic-x-shyreader Lunch Break Tease https://talpup.tumblr.com/post/654559527983874048/lunch-break-tease-present-mic-x-reader-lemon All Might/Toshinori Yagi: Only You https://aithorin.tumblr.com/post/654391050503323648/only-you-all-might-x-reader-18 [No Name] https://www.tumblr.com/thefiery-phoenix/729922333289103360/yandere-all-might-headcanons?source=share So Strong https://www.tumblr.com/s0apysm1les/692428145417142272/yandere-all-might-x-reader?source=share Movie Night https://www.tumblr.com/asce-of-hearts/657524843108057088/howdy-could-you-write-a-yanall-might-x?source=share [No Name] https://www.tumblr.com/beigehearts/659188074274865152/toshinori-yagi-all-might-yandere-how-he-kidnaps?source=share [No Name] https://www.tumblr.com/yanderesleepybutwriting/621593148073902080/headcanons-for-my-hero-academia?source=share [No Name] https://www.tumblr.com/yanderesleepybutwriting/621229376383713281/headcanons-for-my-hero-academia?source=share A Horrible Mistake https://www.tumblr.com/seiyasabi/186268834103/a-horrible-mistake?source=share Target on your back https://www.tumblr.com/writerbyaccident/623041825559773184/target-on-your-back-yandere-toshinori-yagi-x?source=share Love https://www.tumblr.com/heroes-r-us/181335531625/love-yandere-all-might-x-reader-mha-x-reader?source=share

[127luvr]

Try again

Jung Jaehyun x Male Reader

In which Jaehyun is the most enthralling person you’ve ever come across

It’s dark.

The only overheard lighting you could spot were the red and orange orbs that hung just below the ceiling. It created a nice ambiance around the lounge; stating indirectly that all eyes should fall on the well lit stage that the two-seater tables were faced towards.

You stood by the entrance for a second too long—looking back and forth between the booth all the way towards the back of the venue and the last table right in the front on it’s lonesome. You decide on the latter, wanting instead to see the performers closer rather than straining your eyes. You cringe at the leg of the chair scraping against the wooden floors, bowing your head slightly towards the people who had glanced up at the sudden noise.

“First time here?” The waiter doesn’t wait for an answer, he is quick to place your cup of water—with a side of lemon—on the dark green coaster. You watch as he dashed from table to table, letting the corners of your lips form a frown as you were left to tell no one that yes, in fact, it was your first time in a jazz lounge.

The acts come and go, the only acknowledgment of the singers changing after one or two songs were from the band.

The drums start up again slowly, the only sound coming from them was the tapping of cymbals. A slow introduction is played, immediately you knew the band was familiar with this particular act—the way they all instinctively placed their hands on their instruments waiting for the starting cue. A new voice spoke out into the crowd.

“I wrote this song not too long ago.” You knew immediately that he had no need for the vintage microphone in front of him as his voice carried all the way to back on it’s own. It was like music to your ears. You couldn’t help but follow him with your eyes, watching as he placed his hands on the mic and nodded his head towards the band.

His singing voice was rich. Like pure chocolate being folded into egg whites for a perfect chocolate mousse. You were glad you chose the front table, eyes glued to the performer’s never changing face. He sang with such ease as if all he were doing was speaking to a crowd. Was he aware of how beautiful his voice was?

How rare it was to come across a voice as soulful and velvety as his?

You started the round of applause that followed his performance, going so far as to stand right in front of him.

Finally, he looked down at you from the stage, covering his eyes from the harsh spotlight on him. He held eye contact with you, offering a wink before he bowed respectfully towards the rest of the applauding customers. He turned to the band, presenting them with his arm before walking off the stage and into the venue.

He felt your eyes following him even as he pulled out the empty chair sat in front of you.

“My name is Jaehyun.” Jaehyun. Even his name was like a song on his lips. “What’s yours?”

[kacchaneatsass]

NSFW headcanons for your babe Hizashi???

YAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAY!!!!!! THIS LITERALLY MADE MY DAY!!!!!! 😭😭😭 my gay ass is so in love with this man and no one can tell me anything else ever

WARNING! WARNING! NSFW! PURE EYES MUST TURN BACK!!

This boiiiii

Ugh

Such a slut honestly

Always trying to get in your pants

Like

Constantly

You're at work? Cool, he doesn't give a crap

Sends you dick pics while you're both at work and you don't know how his students havent caught him by now

Before your first time together he never pushes it

Yeah he drops the all too casual cheesy pick up lines and innuendos

But never dreams of pushing it with you

Suuuuper slow and gentle your first time

Wants to make you feel good

After that though?

No going back

Hard and fast for this boi

Though he LOOOOOVVVEEESSS going down on you

He just loves seeing your face twist and loves hearing all the little noises you make

Plus, according to him, you taste hella good

Hes fucking loud

Like

HEEEEEEELLLLLLLAAAA loud

He always blames it on his quirk but you know its just him being loud

Open to trying anything

He's into some weird shit though, but he wont push it if you're not comfortable with it

Bondage, spanking, breath play, orgasm denial, edging just to name a few

He really does love you though and he makes sure you know it every single time

Will carry you to the bathroom when you two finish and run a bath, cleaning both of you up

Once you make it back to the bed though? He's out like a light and snoring like a freight train

Love you Hizashi

Best boi right here

[heroloverangel]

Just Part of the Job

It’s been a long time coming, but at long last I finally finished the sequel to Business as Usual! Happy (late) Thanksgiving, I’m thankful for all of you!

The streets are empty as you move through the city. Present Mic walks fast, and you nearly have to jog to keep up with him as he leads you by the hand past the silent buildings. It’s not a long walk, but the butterflies swarming around your stomach make the minutes feel like hours. Finally he stops in front of an apartment complex, guiding you through the stairs and down a hall to a plain door and pulling you inside.

“Home sweet home.” He turns to look at you with a smile and throws his keys on the table. “You want water or beer?” You choose the water and glance around the room while he heads for the kitchen. It’s smaller and more orderly than you expected, but it occurs to you that a man working as a hero, teacher, and radio host probably doesn’t have much time to spend at home. Mic hands over the glass and you gulp down a large sip, suddenly aware of how dry your throat is after everything. He shrugs out of his jacket and leans against the counter with his own beer, watching you with clear excitement in his eyes. That ridiculous hair is starting to deflate this late in the night, leaving him looking much less imposing than he did when you first met.

The two of you stand like this for a few minutes, quietly enjoying your drinks and waiting for the other to make a move. He take a step first, reaching for you to look at the necklace Eraser gave you. It’s nothing too valuable, just a small white cat’s eye gem set into a gold pendant. Simple, but out of everything you’d stolen, you’re glad he’d let you keep this one. “It’s pretty,” he points out, long fingers moving from the jewelry to stroke your cheek and you lean into his touch. His kiss is softer than he’s been all night; you feel warm and flushed when he pulls away and runs a hand through your hair. “Still cool with all this?”

You nod, your mind racing with ideas of what the heroes will do to you now that you’re alone. You deactivate your quirk before he can ask and your clothes disappear, leaving you naked for him and he whistles in approval. “Damn, you’re even better in the light.” You can feel his smirk grow wider as he moves in for another kiss, coaxing your mouth open for his tongue. His fingers trace a random pattern over your skin and leave goosebumps where he’s touched.

You break the kiss with a pleased sigh. “Mic-” you begin, but he cuts you off.

“It’s Hizashi,” he winks at you. “You got a name of your own. beautiful?” You don’t respond immediately. Of course you have a name, but after the night you’ve had it takes a few awkward seconds to remember it. “It’s nice, I like it.”

He’s not wasting any time, trailing his lips down your throat as he presses you against the wall. You shudder at the feeling of fingers brushing over your nipples, and his laugh is loud in your ear. You’ve had a good break since your little encounter in the alley, but you’re still eager for more and your body isn’t shy about expressing that. “Touch me more, Hizashi.” His name sounds good when you whine it, he thinks. He groans into your mouth, mustache tickling against your skin as he gropes at your chest. “That feels good.” He leans into you, letting you feel him already getting hard for you again and fresh excitement blooms in your stomach.

You’re happy enough with his hands, but your hero is too impatient to stay focused on your breasts. It’s not a huge surprise when he drops to his knees to kneel in front of you, and your breath catches in your throat at the look of mischief in his eyes. “Wanna taste you again,” he says simply, kneading your bare skin and enjoying the view he’s got of your pussy. “Looks like we didn’t give you enough attention earlier, huh?”

You got plenty of attention earlier, but don’t get the chance to tell him before he’s attacking you, rough fingers spreading you open to lick sloppily at your cunt. “Hey, calm down. I’m still–ohh.” Whatever you’re trying to say is quickly forgotten as his tongue flicks across your clit and sends a bolt of lightning down your spine. He does it again and you bite your lip hard in some attempt to keep quiet; it’s way to early to wake up his neighbors.

Mic glances up at you and smirks. He pulls away from your thighs and taps the wall next to you. “No worries, baby. This place is soundproof, you can be as loud as you want.” You feel him dive back in without another word and your hands fist into his hair. His moan is almost filthy as he devours you, strong hands teasing your thighs while he makes you squirm. You can’t resist his enthusiasm, gasps and whines of his name only growing louder as he continues to work you over with an unfairly talented mouth. “Honey, you taste so good.” He takes a moment to admire his handiwork; you’re already dripping, your legs are starting to shake from too much stimulation and he’s loving every second of it. “Here, I’ve got you.” He grabs for one of your legs and pulls it over his shoulder to help steady you.

You can feel him grinning into your skin even as he does his best to distract you. You writhe against the wall and his grip is firm on your hips to hold you in place. Your hero’s tongue pushes deeper into your pussy and your head flies back, smacking the wall so hard you see stars. “Hi–Hizaaaa–shi,” you struggle out, voice ragged with arousal. “Your mouth is…just, fuck. You’re driving me crazy.” You’re not looking down when he winks at you, missing the hint that would have prepared you for his next move. You hear the humming sound between your legs, but your frazzled mind doesn’t connect the dots until his lips seal around your clit. The memory flashes in your brain a second too late, and the vibration from his quirk makes every muscle in your body tense up. “Oh, oh god. Not again,” you plead weakly, but you’re yanking hard on his hair to pull him in closer. There’s no defense against this, and it barely takes him a minute to throw you into your second orgasm of the night. You wail for him as his tongue teases you through it, until you desperately push him away to draw some air into your heaving lungs. “It’s too much,” you whine pathetically and Hizashi shushes you, rubbing your thighs comfortingly.

“Aw sweetheart, you did great.” He wipes his mouth and you catch sight of the obvious tent in his pants when he stands back up. “We can take a break for a second, just lemme know when you’re good.” You smile and rest your head on his shoulder while you recover, his touch warm and soothing on your sweaty skin. After a few minutes the shakiness in your legs finally fades and you find yourself pulling at his clothes, ready to move forward. Mic wastes no time leading you down the hallway to his bedroom and you take a seat on the mattress. It’s his turn to show off now, and you watch eagerly as the shirt comes over his head and his belt jingles when his pants hit the floor. He’s more muscular than you assumed; it makes sense when you consider that his career involves fighting villains on a daily basis. You already know what to expect when he drops his underwear, but it’s nice to get a good view of all of him. “Come here,” he insists, urging you to lay back against the pillows. “I’ve been dying to fuck you since I chased you out of that jewelry store.” Those words shouldn’t sound so romantic to you, but somehow he makes it work.

Hizashi’s on top of you before you can think of a response, lips scattering kisses all over your heated face and neck. You moan into his mouth, his cock hard as it rubs between your thighs. You’re both too distracted to notice anything else, until a loud cough from the doorway signals that you’re not alone.

“By all means, don’t let me stop you.” Eraserhead leans against the frame, arms crossed as he looks over the scene in front of him.

His friend feels absolutely no shame. “You sure took your sweet time.” He grins down at you and nods toward the other man. “Say hi to Shouta,” he introduces you, and you mumble a greeting of your own.

Shouta walks across the room, tossing aside his scarf and starting on the rest of his clothes. “Couldn’t be helped. The cops had some questions.” He reaches into his pocket and stares directly into your eyes as he drops your phone and keys on the dresser. “Don’t leave evidence like that behind,” he scolds you. “You’re not very good at being a criminal.”

You shrug him off. “Hey, I did manage to escape from two pro heroes chasing me tonight,” you point out jokingly.

You see his lip twitch into a smile. “Escape, you really think so?” He joins you on the bed and you don’t hide your interest as you look over his body. He’s covered with a roadmap of scars, probably from his fighting style, and the dark hair decorating his chest and down his torso is more appealing than you’d expect. “It looks to me like we’ve got you right where we want you.” His fingers trace over the necklace before moving down to grope your breast. One strong hand guides yours to his dick and you begin stroking him automatically. “Just like that, kitten.”

Hizashi’s been patient while you two flirted, but he’s ready to move on. He presses against your pussy, so close to slipping inside that you can’t stand it, and your hips jolt up on instinct. “I know, baby. I hear you loud and clear,” he laughs before pushing into you. The groan he lets out at finally getting you like this is a reward on its own, even if you’re too distracted to appreciate how uneven his breath is. “Ohhh, she feels good. We really hit the jackpot with you, didn’t we?” You nod mindlessly, far too preoccupied with your heroes to hold a conversation.

Your hand moves steady over Shouta’s thick cock and you do your best to focus on him too. He plays with your nipples while you work, watching you with a look of unmistakable fondness in his eyes. Hizashi doesn’t bother starting slow; you’re more than wet enough to take him after how he’d treated you in the hallway. He settles on a steady pace that lets him enjoy the view of your chest jiggling in his friend’s hands and the way you sound as every thrust fills you perfectly. Having two men at the same time is a rare experience for you, and your body eagerly soaks up their affection like a sponge.

Your attention strays from your hand after a few minutes, and Shouta pulls it off him to run his fingers through your hair. He turns your head more towards himself, and it’s obvious what he wants when his thumb smooths over your lips. “Open,” he commands and prods at your cheek, a drop of precum smearing across your warm skin. You submit without a second thought, running your tongue over his cock before taking the head into your mouth. His sigh sounds happy, and he gives your breast a firm squeeze. “Good kitten, so obedient.” You shouldn’t love hearing that so much, but the raw tone of his words goes straight to your cunt and makes you squeeze hard around Hizashi’s dick. 

It’s as if they’ve been waiting on permission to give you more, and your clear enthusiasm is all the approval they need. Shouta’s fingers massage at your jaw, encouraging you to take him further past your lips and muffling the little moans as they use your body. Hizashi’s hand settles on your waist as he presses deeper inside your pussy, his hips meeting yours each time he ruts into you. Your thighs flex around him to draw him in more, and his laugh sounds breathless above you. “Can’t believe we almost hauled you off to jail,” he taunts. You force yourself to look past Eraser’s pelvis to meet Mic’s eyes, and he’s grinning down at you with pure delight. “Wonder if anyone else has ever just tried fucking the crime out of someone?” The sound you make is silenced by the cock in your mouth, but the annoyed expression on your face says enough; he only laughs harder, and even Shouta cracks a smile.

“I think she wants you to stop talking.” You nod as best as you can, and you’re rewarded with a teasing pinch at your nipple. “You’re doing such a good job,” he murmurs to you. Hizashi isn’t discouraged, all smiles as he concentrates on showing you a good time. He thrusts into you with a little more strength, and both men watch the shudder that goes through you. “Keep that up,” Shouta demands, pulling out of your mouth. With your throat free, there’s nothing to hide how much you’re whining as you’re fucked. You see him slowly stroking himself to the sight of you, doing your best to match Hizashi’s increasingly hard rhythm. You don’t get to watch him for long before a thumb rubs across your clit and your eyes snap shut on instinct.

“Not yet,” you squirm on the bed, knowing very well by now that your pleas will likely be ignored. Sure enough, the pressure of Hizashi’s thumb just increases until you’re reduced to a desperate, panting mess. You feel other fingers running through your messy hair, and it doesn’t help you at all to control yourself

“It’s alright,” he coos in an unexpectedly soft voice. “You’re almost there, right? Go on, let go. I just wanna hear that pretty voice while my cock’s buried inside you.” Those words are enough to make you snap, but you’re caught off guard when Shouta’s hands return to your breasts, kneading your sensitive skin. You can’t resist them; your back arches off the bed as your cunt spasms tight around Hizashi and you’re too far gone to enjoy the hoarse moan you drag out of him. You’re barely aware of your own body, it’s hard to notice the heat of his cum filling you a second later.

His hips smack clumsily against yours as he finally comes to a stop and pulls out. You can’t help but shiver at the sudden coolness of the room when he pulls away to take a good, long look at you. “You’re beautiful,” he says, breathless and rough. You stare at him with half-closed eyes, hoping you’ve earned a bit of a nap, and he grins at the man still waiting to finish. “She looks as worn out as you do,” he points out, waving a hand in your direction like a generous offer.

Shouta shrugs, but you can see the flush on his skin and the precum dripping from the head of his dick. “My turn,” he says simply, stretching before moving to settle on top of you. It’s been a long night, but your thighs open instinctively for him. His cock rubs against you, coating himself in the mess Hizashi’s made of your cunt. He pushes forward and slides in so easily, you just sigh and lay back into the pillows.

“Tired,” you complain even as your hips begin to move with his. He nods, almost lazy as he thrusts himself fully into your pussy. It’s the middle of the night, and he doesn’t have the same spark of energy that his friend does. He’s more than happy to go easy on you, his rhythm so gentle and smooth it’s almost like a relaxing massage after an intense workout.

“I know, kitten. You’re doing so well. Just a little more for me, okay?” You mumble something agreeing with him and reach up to run your fingers through his messy hair. His kiss is soft despite the stubble scraping against your skin, and when he pulls away he stares at the necklace he gave you with a faint smile. Neither of you have the stamina to last much longer tonight, and you’re satisfied just to let him slowly fuck you to exhaustion. You’re sure his pace would be torture if you were in a more active mood, but right now it’s perfect to build you towards the end. 

You feel calloused fingers on your chest again and hiss quietly when he tugs a little too hard on your nipple. His pelvis teases over your clit every time he moves forward, and it’s enough to have you writhing almost embarrassingly fast. “Shoutaaa,” you whimper quietly, and he shushes you with another deep kiss.

“I’ve got you,” he insists and you’re sure he’s fighting back a smirk. “You want me to finish you off already?” All you can do is nod, your mind too foggy to think about anything. “I think you’ve earned that.” He pins your hips to the bed and puts more force into his thrusts, and you gasp into his mouth. “Let me watch you come, kitten.” You’re almost surprised by how easy it feels; your climax is more like letting out a breath you’ve been holding too long instead of the overwhelming jolts from before. Shouta’s not far behind you, speeding up enough to get himself off and flooding your cunt with even more of a dripping mess. You feel it leaking down your thighs when he eventually pulls out and close your legs in some half-hearted attempt to contain it.

He flops down next to you, Hizashi already filling the silence in the room with his wonderfully obnoxious commentary. They let you lay there for a few minutes while you catch your breath, then helpfully send you to the bathroom for a well-deserved shower. You take your time and emerge twenty minutes later, using the last of your energy to summon a thick, fluffy bathrobe with your quirk. It’ll vanish once you fall asleep, but you’re determined to be comfortable now.

The bed’s been cleaned up with fresh sheets for you; they really are great heroes. Hizashi pats the empty space. “It’s still pretty early. You can sleep over, and we’ll take you home once the sun rises.” You’re in no position to argue when your eyes are already fighting to stay open, and you curl up without a second thought. Shouta adjust the blanket over you, and for a moment you think about how all of this seems so weirdly normal.

You wake up to a mug of fresh coffee and a weak sunshine finding its way through the curtains. Back in their costumes, no one would question that they spent the night discouraging a petty criminal away from a future as a villain. It’s just another part of the job, after all. Hizashi talks enough for all three of you, and a feeling blooms in your chest that this could be the start of something interesting. Soon enough, you’ve got two new numbers in your phone and a fresh outfit that you’ve copied from a designer’s website.

“Sooo,” you broach the subject on the way to your subway station. “I know you guys are busy with all your work, but would you maybe want to do that again?”

“The sex or the robbery?” Mic’s laugh is too loud this early in the morning.

“Well I was hoping the first one, but if you need to chase me down first…”

Eraser snorts. “I don’t think that’ll be necessary as long as you behave yourself.” His eyes land on the pendant you’re still wearing. “I assume we won’t have to do that again.”

“Don’t worry, I’m retired.” You grin at them as your train pulls into the station. “I think I’ve got something more valuable now, anyway.”

[tainted-wine]

Honorable Mention

I heard @lemonlordleah-shinzawa-kitten​ SOS signal to all Hizashi fuckers and I have responded accordingly. Sorry for being late to the party!

Words: 1.4k

Warnings: None, except for spoilers for the current arc.

The interview room was warmly furnished in a way to make guests feel at home, not like they were in a professional setting. The beams from the sun were perfectly aimed to make the smiling hero’s face glow. Attractive, and quite distracting. 

It was all going fairly smoothly so far. Hizashi held no animosity toward anyone for missing out on the Top 10 Party. Every question about his personal feelings on the matter was answered with something along the lines of “It’s nothin!”

“Not gonna lie, I’m bummed that I don’t get to wear the steampunk outfit they had planned for me. Have you seen the design? I would’ve had an entire phonograph attached to my neck!” He laughed and slapped the armrest of his plush chair. “But it’s not like I wasn’t there, I was the one announcing the winners. That’s what I do best!”

You nodded as you scan your list of planned questions. “That’s true. Your presence has always been there, especially in the anime.”

“Exactly! Who else is gonna call out new characters and explain their quirks? That role is for me and only me, baby!”

“I agree, but after the work you’ve put in during the War Arc, many of us believe that you deserve more love. Especially after your infamous DJ Punch.”

“Ohohohoo,” Hizashi chuckled lowly at the pleasant memory. “Now there’s something I want! A few more right hooks to that doctor’s jaw. Sometimes screaming just doesn’t cut it, ya know? I’d rather get a little more hands-on, ‘specially when things get...personal.” His expression flashed into something darker, but the mysterious thought appears to leave his mind as quickly as it came.

You ignore it and stay on topic. No need to make this interview heavy or distressing in any way. “It was a very pleasant surprise for us, seeing you get up close and personal like that. I never pegged you as the physical type.”

He shrugged. “I hear that all the time, but come on, what do you guys think I do when I can’t use my super hazardous quirk? Do you think I just stand there and commentate?”

Well, when he puts it like that... “My apologies, I suppose it just never crossed my mind.”

He held up a hand to halt any rising feelings of guilt. “No worries, listener. I don’t mind my reputation as just ‘The Announcer Guy’, it makes things all the more satisfying when I see the shock on a villain’s face after I bust his nose.”

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Frankly, the interview wasn’t nearly as passionate and bitter as many were definitely hoping it would be, but you didn’t want to antagonize the friendly hero for the public’s entertainment. If the poll results didn’t bother him, then that’s just how it is.

After shaking hands, you both stood up and straightened yourselves out. You uttered a “thanks again” to him before taking your clipboard and pen, but Hizashi speaks up the second you take your first step toward the door.

“Y’know, it’s not that hard to throw a decent punch.”

You turn to him. “Is that so?”

“Yeah. How about a free lesson in exchange for a nice clean interview. I appreciate it!”

That’s...well, you had things to get done, but, “Alright.” Your interest in Present Mic wasn’t just an act put up for the sake of the interview. You're a genuine fan that isn’t going to pass up the opportunity to personally learn something from him.

The hero gently took your things and placed them to the side before taking his place right in front of you. “Okay, go ahead and take a swing at your boy.” His arms opened up, waiting patiently for your attack.

You shifted awkwardly, unsure of the proper way to punch, so you just ball your hand into what you believe is a decent fist and weakly shoot it forward.

A gloved palm stops it before making contact, his grip gentle yet firm. Emerald eyes examine your fist closely — it all has goosebumps forming on your skin for reasons you don’t know. Or at least you don’t think you know. “Not bad! Always make sure your thumb is on the outside and your fingers curl into your palm. Gotta take that impact without damaging your hand. Try again!”

You withdraw your hand and take his advice, positioning your fingers like he told you before launching another strike. He catches it again, this time with a hum of approval. “Ya wanna hit me with your knuckles, not the flat of your fingers. Turn it up and try again!”

You do just that. Another punch, another quick lesson.

Hizashi gets closer than you ever imagined, those talented hands positioning your hips and shoulders at more appropriate angles. “The power comes from your whole body!” He states before motioning for another go.

This isn’t at all how you planned to spend your break after the interview, but you had no complaints even as you exposed your clumsiness to the renowned hero. He was a teacher, after all. You just didn’t expect him to be as proficient at teaching self-defense as he was with English.

“So,” he starts up while casually catching your fists. “How did you personally feel when I punched Dr. Douche in the face?”

The question makes you pause, but a quick gesture from Hizashi urges you to keep going. “I...well, it was admirable.”

More than that. The raw fury emitting from the normally carefree man when he charged Ujiko was...enticing. Exhilarating.

It was hot, alright? It was pretty hot, but you weren’t going to tell him that.

“Thanks! Good to know that breaking jaws gets people pumped! I’ve heard a bit of feedback from my dear listeners. Some found it shocking, some found it kinda sexy.”

Well shit.

“I can understand that.” It left your mouth before you could even think. Why the hell did you even comment on that, you idiot?

Hizashi quirked an eyebrow and grinned. “Can you, now? Give me your two cents on it.”

Your stance falters and you almost fall forward during your next swing. You thankfully catch yourself before he can do it for you. That would’ve made matters even more awkward. “That’s—of course, it’s common to find sudden aggression in an otherwise friendly person attractive.”

“Is that what it is? I just gotta do less screaming and beat more faces in so that the ladies will find me hot?”

“Of course not! You’re always—”

You stop yourself.

Whoops.

Hizashi lowered his shades just enough to give you the smuggest look that has ever graced his face. “Always what?”

Shaky stutters and darting eyes are your answer. Desperate to ignore the heat rising in your face, you fire a punch that’s much more powerful than intended.

Even with the added speed and force, he sees it coming and not only catches it, but sends your entire world spinning when he pulls you forward and twists your arm until you’ve completely twirled around with your back pressed against him. It all happened so fast that you didn’t even notice the startled squeak you made.

Your wrist is being held tightly against your lower back. The breath from his chuckle can be felt against your ear which is way too close and you might melt. “Uh-oh, someone just got a hold of you!” He exclaims in a fake panic. “How do you get him off?”

Shut up, brain. That probably isn’t what he meant.

Wanting to escape his grasp before he notices the effect he’s having on you, your free arm whips back with the limited amount of room it has, hoping to knock him back and loosen his grip, only for him to catch your other wrist and wrap your arm around the front of your body.

“Yikes, that didn’t work either!” The bastard had you trapped, his hold getting tighter every time you squirmed. You should probably stop because he’s only getting closer, his chest rising and falling against you at a much slower rate than yours. “Looks like you’re in trouble!”

One minute you were having a professional conversation with Present Mic. The next, he’s giving you a free fighting lesson. And then the next, he has you completely subdued and pressed against him.

And with his voice low enough to make your body shake, he speaks right into your ear again.

“I think you’re pretty hot too, listener.”

[kinkyacademia]

For Lady Lucifer! Can I please have some headcanons of Present Mic and Gang Orca (separately) with a S/O who's usually quiet and reserved, and how they would go about making them scream the hero's name in bed? 😈🔥🔥🔥 If you don't write for Kugo, then just Hizashi is fine. Thank you! 💗

hello i am lady lucifer, i has big red tritant in demon hell yes meJk on a real note, Lucifer passed this onto me b/c it had Sakamata in it and I said I’d try my hand at him.Warning: Explicit content. Lemon.

-Mod Pasta🍜🍝

Hizashi Yamada (Present Mic)

🔊Hizashi adored you. Everything about you-especially the parts only he knew of. He enjoyed getting to be the only person who could get a reaction out of you. Your stoic expressions would twitch and transform in bed, but one thing he had never gotten you to do is scream. You would whimper, gasp, moan, even groan, but scream? He’d made you cum three times before and the most he got was a mumbled yes and a bit of spazzing. He was as loud as loud can get in bed and out of bed and really anywhere for that matter - how could he get you to scream?

🔊Maybe three wasn’t enough! He tried going for five, but after four you claimed that they were starting to hurt, so he stopped and had a mini existential crisis that led to him going to the soundproof room in the house and screaming until he cleared his mind. Wait that was it!

🔊The next morning he dragged you into his special soundproof room. Technically you weren’t supposed to be in there since he was capable of breaking eardrums, but today was all you, “I have work-” He stopped you there. This would be worth it.

🔊Everything was for you. He brought a vibrator (He loved the crimson blush you tried to hide whenever he got you a new toy) and placed it on the couch before pulling his hair back into a messy bun. After all, things were about to get quite messy.

🔊He noted that you were a bit louder in this room. After a full round of eating you out and using the vibrator at the same time (With a surprisingly focused face, you mentioned), he pressed his body against your own, reminding you that no one could hear you. You could let go and nobody would know about it.

🔊So you did. As he plowed you into the couch, doing everything he could to make this all about you, you moaned loudly. You got louder, and as you did, it brought a purr to his chest.

🔊“I’ll getcha a treat if you say my name,” He nibbled on your earlobe, then bit into your neck, eager to leave a love bite. You gasped, then covered your mouth and moaned his name. Fuck, that nearly made him release on the spot. His body was so hot, sweat gleaned off of both of your skin, but he held back for you. Soon enough he saw your orgasm coming. Your skin flushed, you went to cover your mouth with your hands, and your legs clamped around his body. He wouldn’t let you cover your mouth this time - he wanted to hear it. He needed it.

🔊“H…Hiz… Hizashi!” You shouted, and your second orgasm of the morning snapped your hips against his own. He could finally let himself go as well, being unable to hold back after your lewd scream. A triumphant grin lay across his face as he got up, checking the time on his phone.

“You better get a move on, (F/N)!”

Sakamata Kuugo (Gang Orca)

🐟He loved the stability you provided in his hectic hero life. You never faltered for a second, but he also knew you had emotions, they were just buried deep in your placid expression. Sometimes they peaked out when he would make love to you so carefully, so gently. He was a giant after all, and he didn’t want to accidentally hurt you.

🐟Perhaps that was what made him think you were holding back: he was too. Sometimes he had to take a break when his animalistic instincts told him to bruise your hips and leave you dazed. He hadn’t even asked your opinion on him being rough: after all, at heart he was a kind man.

🐟“What’s you opinion on how I am in bed?” He didn’t get much of a response other than that you liked it. But he wants you to love it. He took another bite of dinner before clearing his throat, “If I… was rougher, would you mind?” He saw a glimmer of interest in your eyes as you turned to him, giving him another calm and collected response. You told him that you loved him and would try anything for him, but he could sense the excitement in your voice. He had loved you long enough to pick on your subtle cues.

🐟After your dinner, he took you as desert. He ate you out over the counter top, picking you up and handling you like a rag doll. The expressions and sounds you made were so much more intense than usual, it was music to his ears. He wasn’t done, however. He didn’t want to actually break your hips, of course, so he picked you up bridal style and brought you to the bedroom, leaving your dishes on the table. They were tomorrow’s worry: he was focused on you.

🐟He applied generous lubrication to his member before picking you up and placing you on his lap. Usually you two did missionary - it was easy, traditional, but he was strong enough to hold a car. He placed you down, then gave a test thrust up. Your gasp of surprise was indicative enough: this position brought you both a lot of pleasure. His large hands enveloped your waist and he was bringing you down to his thrusts, going as deep as possible. You couldn’t find a proper grip on his chest, and ended up grabbing his biceps, admiring how they contracted every time he mercilessly brought you down for more bliss.

🐟“I… Love this, K-Kuugo,” Your voice was hoarse, and you were panting like a dog. His expressions were hard to read despite how openly he displayed them. You could tell he was grinning ear to ear.

“Me too,” Apparently he still had a lot of stamina left to go, his voice was even and gleeful, “I liked that.” You asked what he meant, and he requested for you to say his name again. You moaned it, and he trilled in delight.

🐟When you came for the first time, you gasped and let out a strangled shout. It was so much more intense than usual, and lasted longer than you expected. Your shout morphed into his name, “Kuugo!” You brought his own climax quickly when you did that, and he buried himself inside of you, now breathing heavily. You were finally able to put your head on his chest, the rubbery skin now thick with sweat. He sighed happily, whispering sweet nothing into your ear and asking if you needed anything.

🐟He got you a glass of water and a hot towel, apologizing a few times for how he manhandled you. You had to thank him - it was the best sex you two had ever had. Both of you agreed it was your best in your entire life, “We should do it like that when we’re ready for kids,” That was for sure.

P.S. I asked Pasta if they wanted this one because I wanted you to have the best of both worlds my Little Rogue, seems as I don’t write for Kuugo.

~Lady Lucifer🐾🐾

[cals-laundry]

Happy Valentine’s Day, Uncle

“What? No nice boys?”

“Who says it’s the boys? Maybe it’s me!”

Hizashi pops the last bite of his pizza into his mouth and turns to you, knee against your thigh, arm still pillowing the back of your head. He looks over you and nods.

“Not you.”

Relationship: Uncle Hizashi Yamada(Present Mic) x GN! Reader Words: 2,232 Tags: incest, couch sex, Hizashi is a creepy uncle, but reader is sorta into it.

You’re alone on Valentine’s day.

Your parents are out for the night, you’d chosen not to listen when they explained where they’d be, instead you denied the mental image and you’ve chosen to enjoy a movie on the couch in a big t-shirt and little shorts for comfort. You fumble with the idea of dinner, but a knock on the door digs you out of the menu on your phone. And on the other side, your uncle seems to have read your mind.

“Well hello there, kiddo!” he holds up a box and you can’t help but crack a smile, “your parents told me they left you here, I’m amazed you answered the door, I thought you’d be havin’ a fun little Valentine’s date of your own.”

“And you still came over?” you step back to leave him in, “gross, uncle 'Zashi.”

You laugh with him as he closes the door.

“Good uncles keep an eye out for their favourites! Can’t have someone treating you anything less than perfect!”

You roll your eyes, but it’s endearing. Hizashi has always been your favourite. Sometimes, your cousins questioned it, even friends had made comments about how he is with you, but it’s been so long, you never questioned it. Sure, he’s a little hands on, but it’s not creepy, he’s just affectionate! You settle beside him and he hands you a can of soda, but he gives himself away when he’s not wearing his sunglasses. His gaze is on your legs; it slides over them honey slow and he darts his tongue over his lips as if it’ll give him the smallest taste of sweetness.

“I’m not actually interrupting, am I? Hanging out in just a t-shirt sounds like good draw for a boyfriend.”

“Nah, the TV is my boyfriend.”

He thinks for a second, but you cut him off.

“Don’t say it.”

“Say what?”

“I don’t know, but do not.”

He howls with laughter and swings his arm across the back of the couch. The movie plays, and for a while, you simply eat in silence. Then Hizashi breaks it.

“Why don’t you have a date?”

You shrug.

“Don’t wanna.”

“What? No nice boys?”

“Who says it’s the boys? Maybe it’s me!”

Hizashi pops the last bite of his pizza into his mouth and turns to you, knee against your thigh, arm still pillowing the back of your head. He looks over you and nods.

“Not you.”

“What?”

“Look at you!”

“What?!”

He leans in, closer than is even usual for him.

“Look at you; you’re the prettiest little thing. Anyone who doesn’t see that is a fool.”

His hand rests on your knee a moment. A friendly gesture. Then it sneaks higher, higher, until the bottom of your t-shirt brushes against his fingers. Less friendly. Your face must give away your hesitation;

“Don’t tell me no one has touched you even like this!”

“No! I mean, yeah, they have but it’s…” your words trail. What is stopping you?

“You worried I’m gonna ruin anyone else for ya?” his smirk twists to one that’s just a little too cocky.

“N-no, just...you’re my uncle.”

“And who knows you better than I do?”

He has a point. When his fingers poke under your t-shirt this time, you don’t flinch as much.

“I can take care of you,” his head dips and rests against your shoulder, his lips only a hair’s breadth from your neck, “y’want me to be your Valentine, hmm?”

“I-I’m not sure…”

“You always gave me Valentine’s cards when you were a kid, what’s so different now?”

He cups your sex and you whine.

“A lot! I don’t know, maybe we shouldn’t-” your sentence dissolves to another whine when he kisses your neck and presses his hand against you just a little more firmly.

“If you really want me to stop, I will,” he kisses a trail between his words, “but you didn’t even try to cover yourself after seeing your uncle at the door. You gonna tell me you don’t want me, huh?”

He pushes your underwear aside and presses a finger against your already wet hole.

“Oh, you were just waiting for this, huh? You’re as gross as I am, little bird; all ready for your uncle.”

Little bird. An old familiar nickname.

Before you can argue, his finger slips inside and his lips press to your neck again. You try to swallow your hushed moan, but it’s impossible; a second finger joins the first and he knows just how to move them. Your hands tangle in his hair, forcing it out of that looped half tie that’s always seemed so pretty, and he groans against your neck when you give it the smallest tug. But with it, he pulls away, and you wonder how that could be too far when he’s got two fingers inside you. They slip from your hole and he savours the taste for a moment before he turns, sitting normally, straight forward on the couch. Sickening drips of disappointment slide through you and you hate yourself for it. Until you realise he’s fumbling with the buttons of his jeans.

“On your knees; lemme give you another little present.”

You move before you can think. And from here, your uncle looks much bigger, like he did when you were a kid. He shuffles his jeans and underwear lower, and at last, his cock springs out and you swallow. You ignore your mind when it repeats that this is your uncle, this is wrong, this is sick. Instead, you lean forward without prompt from him, and lick a stripe up the pierced shaft of him.

“Oh ho ho, you’re a naughty one, aren’t you? You’ve been practicing, huh? For your uncle?”

You don’t answer. You suck the tip of him until he groans again, and descend on him like you’re starving for it. He hits your throat, and you hear the first words of an apology, a dismissal in case you can’t take it. But you cut him off as you swallow him a little deeper and look up at him as well as you can like this. Tears prickle and tease the corner of your eyes and when his hand cups your cheek, his thumb wipes it away.

“ Fuck, little bird, you take it like a champ. Bet you’d let me fuck that little throat of yours until you couldn’t talk, wouldn’t you?”

You nod and his hips snap forward; a small taste of what that could be.

“I’ll take you up on that some other time, birdie. Come up here, sit on your uncle’s lap.”

You stand, legs shaky, but he stops you before actually sit on him. Sneaky fingers slip under your t-shirt again, and he pushes your underwear down your legs until it falls to the floor. It all feels so practiced, so planned. He has his hand on your hip again, and the thumb of the other hooks the front of your shirt and tugs so he can get a look.

“Pretty little thing,” he breathes out the words, “turn around, babe.”

You do, uncertain of his motives, but a hand on your back gives you just enough of a hint. You bend over, spread your legs, and with your hands on the coffee table, your hole is completely on display for him. Between your legs, you catch sight of his hand on his cock, fisting it in quick jerks while he stares. You look away, embarrassed, but there’s a sensation, unfamiliar and surprising, and you realise he’s pressing a sloppy kiss the same hole his fingers had spread.

“So fucking cute and sweeter than candy,” he murmurs before giving your rear a quick bite. His hands, massive on you, grab your hips again.

“Knees on the couch,” all politeness is dropped.

It’s awkward and you’re a little clumsy, but your knees are at either side of his thighs and you keep yourself steady with a grip on his knees. He pulls you down by the hips, slowly, slowly, until the head of him pokes against you.

“Point of no return, little bird.”

He’s offering you an out. It warms your heart, and your brain screams to take it, but your body has no interest in ignoring something so good and so freely given. You press your hips down, but he stops you.

“Turn. Sorry. I wanna see that pretty face when I fill you.”

Another quick shuffle and you’re on your knees, facing him this time, with your hands on the back of the couch to brace yourself.

“Oh you look good on top of me, sweetheart. Come on now, little lower,” you lower yourself, this time working with the tug of his grip and again, he pokes at your entrance. His tugging stops and you take the lead. Inch by splitting inch, you take him. His head falls back against the couch with each one, his jaw slacks, and his only words are a quiet “fuck” when your ass is against his thighs.

“Feels like you were made to take me,” he chuckles through the words. You know he doesn’t want to force you, but there’s a squeeze on your hips again.

You raise your hips and drop them and you’re met with a shuddering breath. His throat bobs as he swallows, but his eyebrows give away his feelings more than anything. Apology.

“I’m sorry, birdie, I can’t hold back anymore.”

He slams himself into you and you choke out a moan. You hoped your control would last, but he’s stronger, he’s faster, he’s more experienced, and most of all, he knows exactly what he wants from you. Thrust after thrust, the heat in your stomach grows, you squeeze around him when you can, you even sneak in a few kisses to his throat in retaliation for his earlier ones. But your moans have mingled in the air; they’ve brought forward fantasies and confessions and they’ve forced your arms around his shoulders and his arms around your waist and you’re nose to nose with him as he fucks into you like he’d die without it. Between moans and grunts, words slip out.

“Fuck, baby, yes !”

“No one else s’gonna touch you, no one, mine, say it, say you’re mine!”

“Love you so much, love you so much, say it, lemme hear it, w-wanna, I need it!”

All peppered with your name moaned in a tone you’d never expected from your uncle. He sees the blotches of blush, hears the change in your moans, and he knows what you need. He changes his angle just a little and with one hand, plays with your most sensitive spot, the one that makes your back arch and your voice high.

“That’s it, little birdie, you wanna cum for me? Yeah? You wanna cum all over me?”

You nod - it’s a frantic movement and your nails dig into where they meet his shoulders.

“Tell me.”

“Wanna cum all over you, please please!”

“Hmm…dunno if that’s good enough,” he chuckles and kisses your cheek, then his gaze fixes between your legs again. Once more without thinking, you cup his cheeks and you press your nose against his.

“Wanna cum all over you, please, I wanna feel your cum in me too, fuck, please, Uncle ‘Zashi,” you kiss him before he can respond, but the groan that rumbles through him is enough to know his answer.

His fingers move faster, his other hand moves to cup the back of your neck, all but crushing you against him while his tongue demands to tease yours, and his cock rubs you just so . All together, it’s too much, it’s too good, and you moan his name into his mouth as the heat from your stomach darts to your extremities and pleasure follows each ripple. His hips don’t slow for even a moment; the fingers that were against you leave(thankfully; it was becoming too much) and that arm wraps around you. You savour his grunts and huffs and moans mingled with the slap of skin on skin. You kiss his jaw, his neck, his earlobe, anywhere you can reach until his hips stutter and he’s so impossibly close but there’s something stopping him. And you know exactly what.

“You’re so close, come on, cum for me?”

He moans your name, you know he’s right there.

“Fill up your little birdie, please, uncle ‘Zashi.”

“Fuck!” his voice breaks and he whines as he pulls you right down against him as his cum fills you and you moan against his ear.

“Thank you thank you, oh my God , thank you, uncle ‘Zashi.”

Breathless, he rests his head against the back of the couch again, and when you stand, your legs are jelly.

“Where y’goin’, kiddo?” he asks with his gaze fixed on the thick globs of cum slipping down your thighs.

“Wanna get cleaned up.”

His face drops for a moment, but you hold out your hand.

“Come with me?”

He stands so fast, he almost falls and you laugh at him.

The consequences can wait. You’re going to enjoy every sordid moment you can until the sun comes up.

He wraps around you in the shower and his fingers play over your skin under the guise of cleaning you. And corny as it is, he presses a kiss to your cheek and whispers "happy Valentine's day, little birdie."

[imagines-forthe-soul]

Is there still room for this?? If so, small scenarios for the Adult Trio (Aizawa, Hizashi and Toshinori) being sent nudes by their fem s/o and them asking for the men to send one back? Pls and thanks.

Toshi’s is rather long but it’s totally not because I love him like fucking crazy

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Fic type: Naughty

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Aizawa Shouta:

If there was one thing that was certain in this man’s life, it was that he hardly ever used his phone. It was honestly it seemed as if he had never been introduced to the technology, being completely unaware of the reality that everyday people had small rectangular devices in their pockets that let them communicate and interact with other from distances away. Not even his closest friend knew he had a phone for a good while until Aizawa checked it for a message you had sent him once. It was the only time he ever picked up his phone and actually interacted with it. He had you give yourself a special ringtone on his phone for whenever you called or texted him, letting him know that it was you before he even dared to pick it up. So, upon hearing the little chime of bells that came from his phone, he picked it up, looking at his notifications to see what you had sent him before he responded.

‘Photo message from Kitten’

For a moment he wondered when you made the time to change your name to that, but in the next moment he was opening your message, prepared to see your shared cat Shadow or something harmless. His breath turned to stone in his chest as an image of you dressed in only a pair of black lace panties popped up on his screen, your bare breasts hanging exposed for him to see, a single hand reaching up to prod at your slightly parted lips, glossed over with what he could only hope was that fruity lip gloss you knew he loved. His eyes were glued onto the imagine, drinking in how beautiful you were, the way your body was shaped, the way your skin seemed to glow even in such dim lighting. He could see himself tarnishing that very skin with various forms of love marks, but before he could get too deep into his thoughts, another message from his not-so-innocent Kitten popped up under the photo.

“You left me too soon this morning…I’m so cold and lonely. I wish you were back here to warm me up…but I know you’re busy, so in the meantime, why don’t you send me something that’ll warm me up?”

The stone he had once felt in his chest had now turned to hot magma as he read your message, imagining you sweetly your voice would say those words. A sly grin formed on his face, fingers tapping away at the screen of his phone before he pocketed it, his grin only growing at how frustrated he pictured you getting over his message. Before he got back to his work, he made sure to turn the volume of his ringtone up as he awaited more messages from you.

“It was pretty naughty of you to send something like this to me when you know I’m at work, Kitten. You know being naughty doesn’t get you what you want, so you’re going to have to make it up to me.”

Yamada Hizashi:

Hizashi loved to text and scroll through different social media feeds. He loved seeing new memes and sending them to you when he thought there was something you would find funny. If you were being honest, you loved it too, but what you didn’t love was the fact that he would send you memes and text you during his work hours. On multiple occasions he had even told you that he was texting you all to avoid work, and more often than that, Shouta and Toshinori would ask you to tell him to stop goofing off during work so that he could get things done. You had tried going offline on certain social media as to discourage him from texting or messaging you, but he would call you instead if he couldn’t get you on anything else, chatting you up in a way that made it hard for you to close the conversation and end the call. You were almost at your wits end with how to get him to stop goofing off and texting you during work before you remembered a very important fact about Hizashi; he loved bribes. Offering this man a gift or prize would be a surefire way to get him to get his mind into his work and get it finished, and you knew just what you had to offer him for him to take it seriously. So one day, before Hizashi could even send you the first of  many texts for the day, you had beat him to the punch.

‘One video message from My Bodacious Babe’

He was more than happy to have you text him first that day, opening your message without second thoughts, hoping that you were sending him a meme or some funny video that would become your weekly inside joke. However, that was far from what he actually got. Instead, as the video played, he witnessed your hands roam your naked body, teasing different areas of yourself that even he knew usually drove you crazy. He could hear your soft little pants and whimper as your fingers teasingly glided over the soft folds of the pussy he loved to smother his face in. His entire body felt as though it were being pulled back and pushed forward at the same time, making him fidget in his seat as he felt himself grow so hard and heavy in his pants. Just as he thought you were about to slip those gorgeous fingers inside of you, you panned the camera up, showing him your flushed but smirking face.

“If you want to see more and later get in on this action, you’ll have to get today’s work done, okay, baby? I’m sure you can do that for me. When you’re all done work, you can come home and I’ll even do that thing you like. See ya~”

Yagi Toshinori:

It was a well known fact that Toshi was easy to fluster. The simplest of compliments could make this hulking man burst into a flustered frenzy, cheeks red and mouth trying to find the right words to thank you but only sputtering and having his words trip over his own tongue. You found this to be all too cute, often teasing him for getting so embarrassed about being praised and complimented. Often times you would give him little compliments when he was doing his work just to see him unravel into a warm mess of a man at your kind words. However, the real icing on the cake was seeing him come undone by your more raunchy compliments and words of praise. The mortified yet intrigued expression that would form on his face at your lewd words would send you into a fit of giggles every time. He made it too easy to tease him in such a way, but you always made it rather interesting with the ways in which you would tease him just to see him flush shades of red deeper than any fire. You had worn his clothes and nothing more to surprise him when he got home, or whispered sweetly scandalous things in his ear. Hell you had even done the lingerie under the trenchcoat act on him. All of these stunts had gotten their desired reactions from Toshi, filling you with satisfaction. However, there was still something you had yet to try, but you were sure that it would really put this poor man six feet under for how much blood would inevitably leave his brain and travel down south.

“New Image Message from My Dear Lady”

Now, Toshinori, being the innocent man that he is, never expects your little schemes and acts to make him nervous and giddy. So when he received a message from you, he was more than happy to stop what little work he was doing at the moment to speak with you, but no words could slip past his lips at what he saw. The image was of you, his beautiful and stunning partner, stripped of your clothes. One hand held the camera as you took the picture, angling it in the perfect way that made your breasts all the more alluring. Your plush thighs were pushed together, but Toshinori could see the small sliver of yellow peeking out between them, none other than the dildo you had custom ordered to match his hero costume as well as his size. If the image wasn’t enough to already make him feel as though he was melting, the voice message you sent him afterwards would do the trick. Hesitantly, he would let it play, putting it on the lowest volume for only him to hear.

“Toshi…Toshi…yes~” His ears were hit with none other than the beautiful symphony of your moans, calling out his name, begging for him, needing him so desperately. White dots sprinkled his vision the longer he stared at the image and voice note you had sent him, his mind becoming a haze of warmth and white strings all tightening together, pulling his thoughts every which way. The hard press of his cock against his pants made him grit his teeth, and - as if you had some cosmic connection to him - you sent him another voice note, one that would give him almost everything he craved in this very moment. He pressed play.

“Toshi… I want you… I want to see you… and feel you.. Please.”

Faster than he could save 30 innocent lives, Toshi’s hands disposed of his pants and boxers, pulling them down farther than he needed to, letting his hard cock spring upwards and slap against his clothed stomach as he fumbled to hold his phone steady in his hand to snap a picture and send it back to you.

Wanna see some other shit I’ve written?

[bizmuth101]

Exhibitionism 

Kinktober Day 3 

Yamada Hizashi (Present Mic) x male! Reader

You and Mic had been dating for a while, the loud blond male always managing to bring a smile to your face when you needed it most. 

You weren’t exactly a teacher at UA, but you were a substitute when needed and a former general education alumni. You had a pretty minor quirk and were nowhere near being able to call yourself a pro hero. Yet, somehow, you’d managed to get Yamada as your boyfriend and it still amazed you. You let a small sigh pass your lips as the bell for the students lunch break chimed and you made your way to find the eccentric blond. 

You tapped on his door politely before stepping in and finding Mic’s room empty except for him. You smiled softly seeing his back turned to you taking the opportunity to sneak up behind the other. You wrapped your arms quickly around Mic’s waist resting your head on his shoulder and gently blowing in his ear. Mic jumped and squealed at the scare making you chuckle. 

“It’s just me, babe.” Your voice chimed softly as you kept your arms around the other. 

“(Y-y/n)!” He pouted seeing you smirking softly. “So mean. You scared me.” He turned in your arms, his face red, making you smile.

“Yeah, and you made a really cute sound.” You teased lightly kissing his cheek which only worsened his blush. 

“Ah... n-not at school.” His voice dropped a little quieter and he looked around as if someone had seen them. 

“Aw, but no one’s here. Everyone else is at lunch.” You pulled the other closer and let your forehead rest against his. You stood only an inch or so over him, Mic’s spiked hair the only thing giving him more height. “Am I not allowed to show my amazing and loving boyfriend my affections?” You smiled as you looked at the other removing his sunglasses so you could better look in his eyes. 

“N-no that’s not... that’s not what I said.” He muttered face flushing more. 

“Good.” You hummed and gently leaned into his lips. He tended slightly but quickly relaxed in your arms. 

Being a teacher and a pro hero Yamada was almost always busy with something so affectionate moments like this were rare. 

“(Y-y/n), we shouldn't be here.” He was very flustered and it showed as your hands trailed up his back. 

“Well I miss you. What could a little kissing hurt?” You spoke softly against his lips pressing your lips together once again. This time Yamada made no move to pull back, instead melting into your touch and gladly kissing back. It seemed he was just as desperate for attention as you were. You smiled into the kiss not thinking much as you gently stepped forward letting Yamada land on his desk behind him, his arms wrapping around your neck gladly. You felt the rumble of Mic’s voice as he hummed against your lips tightening his grip slightly around you. 

You couldn’t help when an idea popped into your head as your hands rested on Yamada’s hips pulling his hips forward against yours. Your head tilted slightly as you kissed him letting your movements deepen a little. You could tell Mic was a bit apprehensive, but he wanted this too, even if the location was a bit odd. 

Your fingers gently gripped his hips as you let your tongue run over Yamada’s bottom lip and he gladly parted his lips letting you slip inside. You could hear the sloppy noises your kisses were making and honestly all it did was make things worse, your pants beginning to feel a bit tight. You heard a small sound from Yamada as he seemed to notice and he pulled you closer, his hands tangling into your hair as he continued to kiss you deeply. You let out a deep hum, your hips rolling teasingly forward pulling a soft groan from the both of you. As your bodies slowly began to move together you pulled back from the kiss panting softly as your lips attached to his neck earning a whine from the male. You chuckled as you tugged the fabric of his costume out of the way to gently kiss and suck spots on his neck. 

The male squirmed beneath your touch as you continued leaving marks along his neck that only you would know of once his costume was replaced. 

“(Y-y/n)!” His voice was a bit louder than likely meant but he couldn’t really help it. His quirk made him loud enough and you were suddenly realizing how fun of a challenge it was going to be to get Mic to keep quiet. You chuckled and rolled your hips teasingly holding the other against you as you felt the tent in his pants growing as well. 

“Looks like someone’s enjoying themselves.” You teased the male softly, letting your hand move between you pressing against the tight bulge in his pants. He groaned and his hips rolled against your hand as he held onto you. You let out another chuckle as you kissed him again, your hands moving under his top moving clothing out of the way as you pressed him back gently onto his desk sending a few papers scattering over the floor. As you opened up Mic’s top you looked over him, kissing down his chest slowly, your lips pausing to tease his nipples which you knew to be all too sensitive. You chuckled as you watched him arch his back, his hand flying to cover his mouth as he moaned. The sound alone made you groan as you gently sucked one of the perk buds pulling off with a satisfying pop before carefully biting the other pulling another moan from the male. 

“(Y/n)~!” He moaned your name while trying to keep his voice down panting and whining already, his hips rocking up into the empty air. 

“Hush now, Hizaki. You wouldn’t want someone to hear you would ya?” You purred as your eyes looked up to his while you kissed further down his chest and stomach stopping at his hips to nip gently the spot where his hips jutted out on either side. 

“P-please, (y/n), it feels good...” His voice was still a bit louder than a whisper and you couldn’t help but move further down, your fingers hooking under his pants tugging them down with his boxers. 

“If you keep talking so loud like that I’ll start to think you want us to get caught like this?” You smirked as you looked down at his hard member seeing it twitch at the thought. You laughed deeply as your hand wrapped around the base stroking him gently, your face resting only a few inches from his cock. “Or is that what you want? You want to be caught like this?” You taunted the male making him moan as you kissed up his shaft, licking the drop of precum from his slit making him shiver and moan again. You watched as the other struggled to keep his voice down your lips parting as you took him in your mouth and began bobbing your head. 

“(Y-y/n)!” Your name left his mouth loudly as he gripped the edges of the table, his face burning with embarrassment, unable to understand why he felt so good knowing he could get caught by anyone, maybe a student or even one of his fellow teachers. You slowly bobbed your head around him sucking hard to pull moans from him. You hummed around him as you moved your fingers to carefully tease his entrance while you continued to bob your head. You were getting desperate hearing his moans and your jeans were growing to be far too tight. As you continued your movements you carefully slipped a finger inside the other then another and another slowly stretching him while you sucked his now twitching cock. You groaned as Yamada tugged and pulled at your hair while you curled your fingers inside of him. 

After a few more moments you pulled off of him with an open mouth leaving a string of saliva connecting his cock and your mouth. You licked your lips with a smirk as you let him catch his breath while you stood up and moved a bit to release your own cock. 

“You're such a good boy for me, Hizashi~. But I’m sure after that you’re ready for my cock?” You purred as one hand gently stroked your cock and Yamada let a whine leave him nodding as he looked up at you. 

“P-please~?” He whined as he looked up at you, legs already shaking, his pants hanging off one of his legs, top open to reveal his chest. You couldn’t say no when he looked at you like that and you smirked moving forward and pulling him toward you leaning into him to whisper in his ear. 

“Then roll over for me, baby~.” Your voice was deep as you bit his earlobe making him tremble beneath you. He gladly listened rolling over on his desk so that his feet were on the floor and he leaned over the desk, his ass in the air for you. You watched in awe as you quickly lined yourself up at his entrance teasing his hole to pull more of those sweet moans from him. You watched as his hands gripped the table and you slowly pressed in. He tensed as you entered him and he moaned out. You chuckled and smirked as your hips snapped into him and a loud moan left the male. 

You leaned forward after the sound echoed in the room and you covered his mouth hearing voices outside the room. You kissed his neck and hushed him feeling the male tighten around you. Yamada shook beneath you and you smirked as you started moving, paying no more mind to the voices. Yamada bit his lip, fingers digging into the desk as you slammed your hips against his hearing the voices grow distant.

Once they were clearly gone you pulled almost all the way out before slamming back into Mic hearing him moan as you nailed his prostate. 

“Such a good boy for me, you were so quiet!” You praised the other softly as you continued to fuck him, groaning deeply as you moved inside him, the other tightening with every mention of his loud moans. “Did you hear how close they were? They could’ve heard us in here. Can’t you imagine? What if they’d opened the door with you like this? Can you imagine your precious students seeing you like this? Your boyfriend’s cock buried in your ass.” Your voice was deep as you growled out your words into Yamada’s ear. You hadn’t expected your words to have so much of an affect on the other as he suddenly arched his back letting out a loud moan and tightening around you. 

“C-cumming~!” It wasn’t much of a warning as the other tightened around you more and came over the front of his desk painting it with white ribbons. You felt your own member twitch watching the scene play out in front of you and after a few more rough thrusts your hips snapped forward and you came as well, deep inside the other. 

The room now smelled of sweat and sex as you slowly and carefully pulled out of the other, panting heavily. He whined as you left him and you chuckled looking over him. 

However, suddenly, Yamada rolled over with a  wide and lidded smile looking at you and raising one leg up with his hand under his knee to show you the mess you’d made of him, the toes of his other foot barely touching the ground beneath him as he whimpered. 

“Is that all?” He smirked at you and you suddenly had the feeling this wasn’t going to be the last time this happened.

[adminbryantsaki]

Kinktober Day 1

Oviposition and breeding – Naga Hizashi x reader.

(I do not own Hizashi Yamada/ Present Mic. Horikoshi Kohei does. If this isn’t your cup of tea, blend of spices, or brew of coffee, move on.)

Kinktober masterlist

(A Luna is an alpha that can conceive. A luna has a harder time at conceiving and is more submissive if in a relationship with an alpha. Lunas have ruts and heats. These ruts are not as aggressive as an Alphas and the heats are not as aggressive as an omega’s either the heat or the rut is when the Luna is more fertile. Lunas can be marked and give marks to both Alphas and Omegas.)

Tw: Oviposition, Breeding kink, Omegaverse/ABO dynamics.

Wc: 1,440

You found yourself drawn to your boyfriend’s apartment with some coffee as the leaves were turning the vibrant shades of yellow, orange, and red.

“Sure. I told my parents that I’m going to be staying with you this winter. I remember doing some research that either you go into hibernation or you need someone to stay with you or you’ll get depressed. I will need to go back to my house and get my computer because I have to still work. But I can work from home.” You spoke. His eyes widened and he put his head into your lap. He sat up and nuzzled into your neck.

You drove over to his apartment bearing coffee and his favorite treat from a local bakery. You walked up to his door and knocked while you held the treats in your hand. You heard something knock over and Hizashi curse under his breath before he made his way around the apartment.

“I’ll be there in a moment!” He called out as more things inside his apartment fell and crashed. You were concerned for him as you waited for him. He eventually made it to his front door and opened it. He appeared he was tired and irritated. He had a shirt that looked like he had thrown on and he was in his naga form as you noticed his long ebony tail with the bright yellow heartbeat pattern on the wall of his tail was more vibrant than usual. The scent of oranges and cinnamon came from his apartment and filled your nostrils. He saw the coffee and pastry box then looked at you.

“Y/n, why did you stop by? This isn’t the best time right now.” He spoke as he leaned against the doorframe and looked at you with a hungry look in his eyes that he shook off and pinched the bridge of his nose. You thought for a moment and realized that he was in a rut, this one seemed more intense and it clicked in your brain that this would be his last rut of the season before his body went into a form of hibernation. It was at this moment you realized that you fucked up. Your mind raced with the pros and cons of being bred full of your boyfriend’s clutch off and on all winter or keeping away and dealing with the holiday rush of your job. You looked at Hizashi.

“Give me a moment, love. I need to make a couple phone calls and I’ll come in.” You told him. He slithered out of the safety of his apartment to accept the coffee and treat from you. He kissed your cheek and leaned into your ear.

“Don’t be too long, baby girl.” He spoke before slithering back into his apartment and closing the door behind him. You made a couple calls to your job and your family saying that you’d be unavailable until about January or March next year. Your family was confused and concerned about you. You told your family and your job that you were taking some time off to help your boyfriend through the winter. Your family was a bit confused but your job understood and let you switch to working from home. You explained in a nutshell what your Boyfriend’s situation was. They understood on a small level and you had to go since Hizashi was peeking through his curtains at you. You turned your phone off and entered his apartment. Your senses were flooded with the strong and spicy scent of lemons, oranges, and cinnamon. Your eyes followed the length of his tail to a fort that had been constructed.

“’ Zashi? You in there, baby?” You asked as you cautiously entered the living room and stepping over his tail. You heard a shuffling noise inside the fort and you sat down outside the fort and poked his tail. The shuffling noise stopped and he poked his head out of the fort.

“Hi baby, wanna come inside? I made this nest for us.” He spoke and his tail began to coil around you.

“I want to make you, my mate.” He told you. The two of you had talked about Hizashi claiming you as his mate and what that entailed. You looked at him and he looked at you with pleading puppy eyes.

“Alright. Let’s do it.” You responded. He began to coil his tail around you and he pulled you into the nest he had built. He laid you down on the floor that he had lined with some soft pillows and a fluffy blanket that felt soft as a cloud when you touched it. You flipped over in his coils so that you were laying on your stomach and buried your face into the soft fabric. He slid his hand up your shirt and he undid the clasp to your bra and lifted your shirt up.

“Tell me, princess, how long you’ve waited to receive my clutch?” He whispered into your ear. You felt your face grow hot and you blushed hard.

“I’ve waited a while. I want it badly, please. Give me your eggs.” You moaned out. He groaned and slid a coil under your hips to raise your ass into the air. He slid your sweatpants and underwear down to your knees. He then grabbed the bottle of lube from a corner in the nest and used a good amount of it on your entrance.

“You’re going to need this, love. “He spoke and prepped you. You let out soft moans which made his dual cocks grow rock hard. You could feel them poking against the inside of your thigh as he finished prepping you.

“Get some rest, princess, when you wake up, it's some food and round two~.” He told you and kissed your head as you fell asleep.

“Mmmm, baby girl.~” He said into your ear. You shuddered and let out a final moan before he spread your legs open and coiled his tail around you. He used the coil to give him some leverage as he slid into you. He gave you little time to adjust to his girth before he began to thrust into you. He one of his arms down to wrap around your waist and the other to help your leg hook around a part of his tail so he could go deeper into you. You let out moans of pleasure as you were pleasantly stretched and filled with his cocks. He thrust a bit deeper before you felt something drop into the pit of your stomach. Then something bigger stretched your entrance and slid into your womb and making your stomach bloat. He repeated this process over and over until he pulled out and flipped you over gently so you were on your back but still supported by his coils. He slid back into you and began to thrust more into you. You felt the knot of pleasure building in your stomach as he filled you full of his seed along with his clutch. He eventually bottomed out and pulled out of you, now spent and tired. He grabbed a small plug and used it to stop the cum from dripping out of you. He cleaned up the excess before pulling a blanket over you and laying next to you with you wrapped up in his coils. He got under the blanket with you and traced circles on your stomach and kissed your shoulders.

“You look so cute, Y/n. I love you so much. Thank you for spending this hibernation cycle with me.” He spoke and kissed your shoulder. You leaned into him for warmth. You felt full and heavy now with his clutch and you couldn’t ask for anything better. Your brain was fuzzy and your eyes felt heavy. Hizashi noticed this and held you close.

You were in for quite the busy winter.

The end.

[kacchaneatsass]

Can I get uhhhhhh.... high sex with Iida, aizawa, and the screamy boy pls.

Oof I wanted to write this baked to see if it would come out better but I could barely move my thumbs so oof we're writing this in my normal state of mind

Iida Tenya

Best boi prolly will take lots and lots of convincing to get high

Wont start with smoke cause he's afraid of lung cancer and popcorn lung

Ends up starting with edibles

Loves the feeling of the high though and how he can just forget the things that stress him out

Will hesitantly agree to rip off your bong the next time

One hit and he's gone

Oof

He'll be so far gone that he'll be the one to initiate sex

Sooooo slow

Poor boy can't focus for too long

So giggly

Forgets what he's doing halfway through

Will cum inside unintentionally so please try and remember to use a condom

Probably likes indica more then sativa cause he likes the feeling of the couchlock more

Aizawa Shōta

Best boy to smoke with

Was the stoner™️ back in high school

Like Iida, likes Indica more then Sativa just for the couchlock feel

Will initiate heavy petting and makeout sessions

The kink comes out when you two get high and get it on

Will use his capture weapon and choke you

Giggy at first but gets back into his stonefaced vibe after a while

When he cums he is not at all afraid to lay on you and go back into the couchlock on your chest

Be prepared

Yamada Hizashi

The only sativa user of these three

Loves the dopey 'head high' feeling

Wont smoke during the day, only at night

Feels like it hits harder at night

Rough fucking that neither of you realize is rough

Bodies get all numb

Like iida, use a condom

He will forget to pull out

He's been smoking with Aizawa since high school so his tolerance is through the roof

You better pack a good bowl cause he'll rip like six times before it starts to hit

A vape will throw him off though

Only two hits off that and he's out for the count

Always tries to make pancakes

Insists that you need to eat just chocolate syrup

Will probably lean his hand on your face while he's fuckin you cause he doesn't remember pain is a thing

Hilarious to fuckin smoke with 100/10 would repeat

[heroloverangel]

Technical Difficulties

Well I’ve put off that Mic sequel for long enough, I think.

You may have created a monster.

The thought crosses your mind in the brief second you draw back to take a deep breath. “That’s it, babe. Nice and easy,” Yamada’s voice purrs from above you. You meet his eyes with a messy smile, saliva smeared down your chin as you run your tongue over the head of his dick before taking it back between your lips. His whine is high-pitched and sharp, while his fingers tug at your hair to urge you further down.

It’s been about a month since you’d started fooling around on the job, and things between the two of you are better than ever. You’d only meant to tease him when you crawled under the table and threated to jerk him off on the air, and were instead faced with a man delighted by the idea. It may have started out as a one-time special event, but soon became a regular part of your nights working at the station together. You’re sure that part of his enthusiasm is the sheer curiosity of how far you can take it before someone catches you in the act, but you can’t complain when you’re enjoying yourself just as much.

You offer him your best attempt at a smile with your mouth so full, and the groan he lets out has you pressing your thighs together at his appreciation. “Fuck, baby,” he groans out as you take him deeper. “Just like that, little bit more. I wanna-” He’s rudely interrupted by the sharp beep of an alarm, warning that this little break will be over in a few more seconds. He gives a disappointed whine as you pull back, releasing his cock with a lewd wet sound just before he hits the button on the microphone.

“Hey there, listeners!” He booms with familiar energy. You don’t pay much attention as he lists off his announcements, instead reaching for your shirt and tugging open the buttons. He glances down at you and gets an eyeful of your bra, stuttering over his words and you bite the inside of your cheek to fight back a giggle. Hizashi shoots you a wink from his seat above you, and your hand moves back to him. A finger runs down the side of his dick, your touch as slow and light as you can manage, and you hear his voice crack. He clears his throat and speeds through the rest of his message before you can distract him any more. “Enjoy the music, I’ll be back in a bit!” He turns the microphone off and you can’t help the snort that bursts out of you. “Ohhh, you little tease. You’re really gonna get it now.”

“Oh no. I’m so scared,” you taunt, smirking at him. He grins and holds his hands out, taking yours and pulling you both up to stand. His arms naturally find their way around your waist as he pulls you in for a kiss, that ever-present mustache tickling your skin. “What are you gonna do about it?”

He takes a step, guiding you backwards and your back hits the edge of the table. Caged between the wood and his arms, there’s no escape from his affection as he peppers kisses over your face and down the side of your neck. Long fingers work impatiently at your pants until he manages to get the zipper down. “First, these are coming off.” He shoves them down your legs and sighs when they get caught on your shoes. “Little help here?” You’re happy to assist, kicking them off to free yourself from the offending clothes. He pulls you back in against him and you can feel the warmth of his bare cock against your exposed skin. “Fuck, you feel good.”

You tug at the hair escaping from his messy bun and bring his mouth back to yours. “Hizashi…” your sigh only encourages him. He’s already pushing his fingers into your underwear and it’s his turn to smirk when he feels the wetness there.

“Looks like Miss Producer’s more of a pervert than she likes to admit.” You stick your tongue out at him and wrap your hand around his shaft to give him a squeeze. “Hey now,” he huffs. He strokes along your clit and relishes the way your body squirms against his. “Let’s play nice with each other, hmm?” You nod in agreement, letting him push his tongue past your lips as you silently congratulate your decision to wear the bra that opens from the front, popping open the clasp. Instantly his other hand goes for your breasts, groping at one and teasing your nipple until you’re moaning into his mouth. “Aww babe, you really made it easy for me tonight.”

You pump your fist around him again. “It’s only fair, right? You’re not exactly holding out on me either.” For all your confidence, you’re still reduced to a needy whimper as the fingers under your panties move down to press into your cunt. “Mmm. You..you’re just as bad as I am.” The two of you are all smiles and jokes as you tease each other, almost too distracted to keep track of time before that killjoy alarm chirps out a warning to get back to work. Neither of you step back to your seats; you know he’s loud enough to be heard from anywhere in the studio and you crane your neck over your shoulder to hit the right button.

“What’s up, everybody!?” The hero shouts from his position in front of you. “Just gotta knock out a couple of quick ads and then it’s another round of nonstop music for ya!” There’s no change in his voice as his eyes narrow deviously at you. It’s not a surprise when his fingers begin moving between your legs again, and your jaw tightens in an effort to keep your mouth shut. Yamada’s a ball of energy as he spouts out the advertisement, his thumb working over your clit while he strokes inside you just fast enough to get you panting. He’s not trying to get you off yet, just tease you while his fans are listening unaware, but you still find yourself covering your mouth with both hands to keep quiet. You can’t help the way your hips buck into him with every touch he gives you, and the way his cock twitches against your abdomen is plenty of proof that he loves it just as much. He grazes along your g-spot for only a moment and your thighs clamp down tight around his wrist. “That’s it for now, don’t miss me too much!” You barely manage to shut off the mic before your resistance gives out and you’re moaning for him like something out of a cheap porn video.

“Don’t stop,” you demand now that you can speak freely. You don’t need to ask, he’s more than ready to continue. Your panties are yanked down without a second thought, and his laugh is delighted when he sees the effect he’s had on you. “Hizashi, just a little-” your plea is cut short when his knees hit the ground in front of you and his tongue is greedily lapping at your clit. “Oh...oh man, Hizashi. Just like that, I’m...babe, shit-” He’s always good with his mouth, and in a heartbeat your hands are raking through his hair while you come all over his fingers. He’s on his feet again in an instant; even his whispering is loud as he showers you with praise and grabs for your hips.

It takes a second to notice that he’s turning you around to brace yourself against the table; the room shoots up a hundred degrees when you feel his weight against your back and glance down to watch his dick rubbing along your folds. You’ve hardly just recovered from your first orgasm, and you shudder when the tip of it nudges your clit as he coats himself in your juices. “Well? You up for it?”

Sure you’ve joked about fucking in the studio before, but you’ve never really considered going that far. Now that it’s just a thrust away, however, you can’t think of any reason to reject the idea. You push back against him and his groan is far too tempting in the moment. “Yeah, god yes.”

It’s easy to forget that, despite the late nights at the radio station and his teaching schedule, Present Mic is still an active hero in great shape. You let out a squeal as he fucks into you like a man possessed, jostling the table with his frantic movements. You’re vaguely aware of your coffee mug tipping over before he grabs for you jaw and pulls you back into a deep kiss. “Fuck, honey. You should hear yourself sometime. You got any idea how good my name sounds like that?” He releases your chin to run his hands over your sweaty skin. He pinches at your nipples, and the whimper you give him is so perfectly obscene he regrets not recording this. “That’s my girl,” he coos, arm wrapping tight around your waist to hold you against his stronger body. “Tell me what you want.”

“Hizashiii,” you whine between ragged breaths. “Touch me. Please, baby.” You don’t have to look back to know that he’s smirking as he buries his face in your neck to leave sharp kisses along your throat. “Ah! That feels...you feel good,” you gasp out.

“You too, sweetheart.” Your pussy clenches tight around him at the pet name, and at the moment you’re his favorite person on the planet. “We shoulda been doing this from the beginning,” he thinks out loud, and it does seem like a missed opportunity after tonight. He ruts into you harder and it’s music to his ears when you cry out for him. “Come on, let me hear you nice and loud.” His fingers find your clit yet again and you’re powerless to deny him. He knows you’re close; he can feel the tension under his hands like an electric current. His lips are unexpectedly gentle on your shoulder. “Come for me, pretty girl.”

You do. You grab onto his arms for support as your head tilts back against his chest, babbling out his name and how good you feel with him. He watches you with an intense gaze as you spasm around his cock, cunt squeezing him so tight he can’t even bring himself to move. You’re too focused on your own climax to pay him much attention, barely noticing him muttering into your messy hair as his hips stutter against your ass. “Right there, there, fuckfuckfuck-” he grunts, and you can only offer him a dazed smile as he finishes inside you.

Both of you stand there and catch your breaths, practically giddy from this little late-night exercise break. He pulls out and quickly helps you back into your clothes while you look at the table without a care in the world. Most of the pens have rolled off to the floor. The paperwork you’d been filling out earlier has fallen onto your empty chair. Your mug rests on its side, coffee spreading across the wooden surface to…

There’s a sinking feeling in your gut. The liquid has spread to the microphone and obviously caused some kind of malfunction; the “ON AIR” light is flickering on and off at random moments. “Ya-Yamada?” Your voice is deathly quiet as you point it out to him, and you watch his face fall. “That...that’s not actually on, right?”

Immediately, the two of you go into damage control. There’s a spare microphone in the studio’s cabinet, and he sprints over to replace it. You jump on the computer and start frantically searching for hashtags to see what the audience heard.

what’s up with #handsupradio? all i hear is this weird thumping noise???

Hey #presentmic did u die in there? Where’s the music? #handsupradio

lol he probs fell asleep isn’t he like 30 something #workfail #gotobedoldman

I’m just here for the music at #handsupradio! Just play the music you jackass!

#presentmic has a cute lady producer ¥500 says they’re fuckin in the studio lmao

After either one minute or fifty years, you’re not sure how much time goes by, he finally gets the replacement plugged in. “WHOOPS, SORRY ABOUT THAT!” He’s sweating bullets, but his voice is steady. “Spilled some coffee, had some technical difficulties, I won’t bore you with the details but we’re back and ready to go!” You let out a sigh of relief as you watch the listeners react to his excuse and start making fun of him for it. He babbles on for another minute while you grab a roll of paper towels and mop up the mess, and everything soon returns to the normal work flow you know and love. By the time the show’s wrapping up, there’s no hint of what really happened tonight.

You leave a note about the broken equipment for the station manager as you leave, and you walk out of the building with your hand held tightly in his. “Oh my god, we’re never doing that again.”

Hizashi bursts out laughing. “Are you kidding? That was great, we’re totally doing that again!”

You shake your head, but you don’t try to hide your smile. “Buy me breakfast and we’ll talk about it, okay?” He agrees and leads you down the street with the widest grin stretched across his face.

[escapenightmare]

Hey, I've had a really bad day today and when I have a bad day I tend to snap at people, so I was wondering if you could do hcs where Izuku's, Shoto's, Eijiro's and Denki's S/O has a bad day and snaps at them and hurts their feelings? Thanks!

WHEN YOU SNAP AT THEM AFTER A BAD DAY.

— izuku, shoto, eijiro, denki x gn!reader

cw. angst to fluff, cursing. note. hi anon! thanks for requesting, i hope your day gets better! i haven't had the best day either- now i'm just chewing on a lemon flavored bubble-gum i found while killing my laptop keyboard.

izuku midoriya ―

confused and really really hurt

he'd just run up to you with his phone in hand to show you something he'd thought was funny.

when you just snapped,

"you're so annoying- no wonder you aren't enough for anyone."

S I L E N C E

he processes what you said

you process what you just spat out

more silence when,

the next thing you know izuku's bawling his eyes out

wide eyes, it just hit you what you said

and izuku's a softie who kinda cries when something bad and something good happens.

"i'm sorry-"

izuku's the one who's apologizing when it should be you

"- i know i'm not good enough. i'm weak and i'm not good enough for you or anyone either. i'm so sorry."

you shake your head, "no izuku. it's my fault. i just had a bad day and i took it out on you, i didn't mean to say that. i sure as hell didn't mean it either. you're enough for me, okay?"

he doesn't meet your eyes and you place a hand on his cheek and turn him to face you.

"i'm sorry, 'zuku."

and that's all it takes for him to hug the life out of you.

shoto todoroki ―

poor bby.

he just wanted to ask you if you want to study with him.

he'd just walked into your dorm to see you sat on the floor staring at nothing.

"hey y/n do you want to-"

he got cut off by you groaning,

"you're so annoying, you know that?"

he tilts his head to the side in confusion-

"you're so much better when you don't talk. and you rarely ever talk. the second you open your mouth it's like- oh, i don't know, i just- i just hate it."

goes very quiet.

"oh."

that's all he says.

you just stay there in silence before he awkwardly points at the door,

"i- i'll go then."

just as he reached the door, you come to your senses, jump to your feet and run up to them.

"i'm so sorry, shoto! i didn't mean that- i just had a bad day and i just said that- i didn't mean it. i love it when you talk! i'm so so sorry!"

he just stares at you before smiling

"it's okay. you don't have to apologize. do you.... want to go get ice-cream?"

eijiro kirishima ―

dazed and confused (2021)

he just freezes.

stares at you before looking down.

he'd only asked you what you thought about a random quirk and you had replied with, "it's a flashy quirk so it's cool, i guess."

then he'd ask you if you liked flashy quirks more

when you lost your cool, "why are you so obsessed with this? you always compare your quirk to other cooler ones. i get it if you don't like your quirk, you don't have to talk about it all the time!"

again there's silence as he turns to the side and then looks at the floor.

before he knows it, his eyes are pooling with tears and he starts to sniffle

which is when you turn to him in confusion and see him crying

realizing it was what you said to him in the spurt of the moment that had made him cry,

you place a hand on his shoulder,

"kiri? i'm sorry, i didn't mean to say that. i like your quirk just the way it is. it doesn't have to be flashy to be a good quirk."

he stops sniffling and turns around with tears still flowing down his cheeks, "you mean it?"

you nod and he grins before pulling you in for a hug.

denki kaminari ―

sad. really sad.

what you said hit him deep,

and he's just trying not to cry.

he fell asleep during english and he wasn't able to write down the notes.

how tf did present mic not notice? idk

so he asked you if you could give him your notes so he could copy it down.

when you snapped at him,

"god, denki, how did you not write down the notes? are you so dumb that you couldn't read what's on the board or something?"

and that hit him hard because he knows he's not as smart as his other classmates, hell, even mineta was smarter than him - and mineta was a pervy kid like grape thing -

he just stands there with his smile wiped clean off his face.

then he feels his eyes burn and he starts to kind of whimper.

and you're just standing there wondering, 'what the fuck did i just do'

"i'll just go ask for the notes from kirishima or something," he mumbles, wiping his tears and going to walk away

when you grasp his hand and make him turn around

"you aren't dumb denki, i'm sorry, i just had a bad day and i snap at people when i have a bad day and i took out my anger on you. i'm so sorry. please forgive me."

he keeps his gaze on the floor before looking up and giving a slight smile, "it's okay."

you smile back and ask, "do you still want the notes?"

[kinkyacademia]

just gonna say that i love your blog so much and i was wondering if you could write about hizashi and a fem reader where she tries being the dominant one (trying to pin him down as she rides him) but he can't hold back and he ends up flipping places to where shes the one who's being pinned down

Oh my sweet hatchie of course you may have some zesty Hizashi! *sssiiiggghhhh* I love that man. I hope you enjoy my sweet!

🌱🌸~Miss-Magpie~🌸🌱  

It wasn’t that you were shy, no, you couldn’t really say that. You were actually quite social and tended to be quite the chatterbox when you wanted to (Hizashi loved that). You usually weren’t afraid to speak your mind either but recently you began thinking not that you didn’t think but rather you were thinking about something very particular…. That wasn’t exactly accurate either, you thought about that… a lot, especially since you were dating a man like Hizashi. He just made you heart go pitter patter. No rather you were thinking about a very specific aspect of that.

You knew that it was impossible to keep anything from your boisterous lover, but you did your best to not let you racing mind get the better of your nerves during dinner. He had planned a lovely night out after all, fine dining and all; even bought your favorite wine even though you knew the restaurant you were at didn’t make it a habit of carrying it…probably because it was boxed, what can you say? It was still delicious!

Yes you thought you were doing rather good at hiding your active mind, but, sometimes you forget how keen your boyfriend really is.

“Whatcha’ been thinkin’ about babe?” he asks, a cheeky smile on his face; of course he had waited until you had shovelled a decent sized forkful of cheesecake into your mouth. You nearly choke.

“What makes think I’ve been thinking?” you finally manage and sip at your water…all the ice had melted.

“That noggin’ of yours is brighter than the sun babe, I know you’re always thinkin’…Just shining a little brighter than usual.” God he was such a flatterer.

“Wow you are such a sap.” you try to play it cool, but he really just makes you melt.

“Awww, Why do you gotta be like that? Just curious!” now he’s pouting and you reach across the table to smack at him playfully.

“I’ll tell you about it when we get home.” you reply, switching to your wine.

“Oooo.” he croons and you feel your face heating up; he was making this difficult.

“Shut up…” you whine; now you’re pouting.    

_________________________

Hizashi is practically vibrating with excitement when you arrive back at your shared apartment; though he hasn’t asked any further questions and you don’t know if that’s a good or a bad thing. You decide that it’s good as you gingerly close the door behind the both of you and begin shrugging out of your jacket. Your boyfriend doesn’t seem to notice the speed in which you hang up your jacket and toe off your shoes, which… was good you suppose, he can’t see your nerves or the way that you tremble in anticipation.

As quietly as you can you come up behind him and snake your arms around his stomach; he’s managed to remove his shoes but that damn …sexy, but in the way leather jacket is still one. One of your hands moves to play with the zipper of it the other slips beneath it to pluck at the hem of his shirt. You feel Hizashi shiver and hear him exhale.

“Well hey babe; is this what you were thinking about at dinner?” he sounds smug but curious at the same time.

You kiss his shoulder and begin to tug the zipper down to his jacket; slowly feeling each of the glinting teeth come loose. Your other hand slips beneath the hem of his shirt, fingernails scritching teasingly against the hairs that trail down and disappear beneath his tight fitting jeans. He arches beneath you, breath coming in quick.

“Babe…” he breathes and moves to turn but you dig your finger into his skin.

“Ah-ah.” you coo in his ear. “I’m in control…”

You can hear the whispered fuck, and the sound of it sends zips of lightning down your spine. Slowly you move around him, nipping at his jaw; he chases your lips but you don’t let him catch you. Tsking at him you pull him further into the apartment by the lapels of his jacket.

He’s completely starry eyed and his face is flushed, and honestly? You don’t think you’ve ever seen anything prettier.

You reach the living room, spinning him around, careful not to make him too dizzy or let him run into anything. Maneuvering him around the coffee table (you really need to clean it off…did Hizashi leave his dirty coffee cup from this morning on there?). He moves to kiss you again and this time you allow it. He’s desperate, pressing needily against you, hands coming up to your blouse. You push him down onto the sofa before he can pop the first button; he looks up at you dazed, eyes glinting in the low light; the single light you had left on in the hallway plays shadows across his face.

“Babe…” it’s a low sound, a growl that you’re not even sure he really produced or rather… you had no idea he was able to produce.

Your words are caught in you throat and tangled on your tongue; there is so much you want to say to him; the sound that leaves you though is a whimper. You lean over him, pressing a heated kiss to his lips as your hands scramble at his jeans, struggling to push them from his narrow hips.

His hands are in your hair and his tongue pressed hot against yours when you finally get his pants and boxers around his thighs; he pulls back and hisses as the cool air of your shared apartment meets his heated skin.  

You coo at him, nipping at his lips as your hand smooths up his thigh, your fingertips coming to brush against his length. He bucks beneath your touch and his hand comes to clutch at your skirt; material bunching in his grasp. You’re not sure how long he’ll let you play, not when you’ve worked him up this much; so…you being the saint that you are, you spare him.

Wobbling only slightly you stand for a moment, roughly shucking your soaked panties down you legs before stepping out of them. Straddling the man below you adjust your skirt; eyes bright and glinting in mischief.

“I’m gonna ride you.” you say matter-of-factly, reaching beneath the fabric of your skirt and lining up his aching cock with your dripping core.

His hands are on your hips immediately and he lets out a string of curses as you slowly sink down on him. Your head lolls back, your breath tight and airy…it feels so good, it always feels so good.

The plush couch cushions make it difficult to keep a good rhythm, but Hizashi’s grip on you is strong and fortifying, and fuck the sounds he’s making makes you forget the ache that’s creeping into your thighs.   

“Oh god babe…babe, you are so perfect…” he’s doing his best to keep his voice in check but you can hear it begin to crack.

That shouldn’t turn you on as much as it does; maybe it a combination of his sweet words, the way in which he says them, or the heat of the moment but your level of need kicks up a notch and you moan; practically sob.

Then your being lifted and before anything more can register, your back hits the cushions and Hizashi is pulling your legs tightly against his hips.

“You’re too good to me, to good…” he growls and begins to rut into you.

You might have wanted to have him wrapped around your finger before, but the way he’s slamming into, leaves you a moaning writhing mess beneath him. With this new angle it doesn’t take long until you are teetering on the edge; begging your now thoroughly debauched boyfriend to let you cum.

“Cum for me babe, please, please, please, please…” he’s tucked his head into the crook of your shoulder, his words soft and need.

Sparks form behind your eyelids; your toes curl and warmth crashes over your body in heavy waves of pleasure. You’re certain your crying out but you can’t hear it over the rush in your ears.  As you begin to come down from your high, you feel Hizashi’s pace speed up, his thrusts becoming tighter and harsher.

“Come on baby…” you gently urge him, he nearly sobs at your voice, hips coming to press against you; his grip on your thighs bruising.

He must be biting his lip because the sound he releases is muffled and needy; hips shuttering against yours as he he finds his release.

For awhile the only sound to fill the space is your mingling breath, both of you trying to settle.

Hizashi lets out a small chuckle and rests his forehead against your own, his damp hair tickling your sweat pricked skin.

“You are outta this world, you know that?” he says dreamily.

“Mmmmm I try.” you hum contentedly. “Though I was trying to be the bossy one tonight.” you add, your fingers coming up to pinch his ribs playfully.

“Ah babe!” he yelps jerking away; he sits up and pouts at you.

“Maybe next time I’ll have to tie you up…just to make sure you behave.” you smile slyly at him.

His breath catches in his throat and then a smirk pulls at his lips; he moves to press against you again.

“Maybe next time can be now; I promise to behave…for the most part.”

[tadahoni]

REQUEST RULES

Welcome to tadahoni's blog! I hope you found your way safely.

RULES FOR REQUESTS:

I accept requests for headcanons, oneshots, and short fan fiction.

I AM CURRENTLY NOT ACCEPTING NSFW TOPICS! I do plan on having some NSFW blurbs from my own fan fictions, but I don’t feel comfortable taking requests at the moment :) (6/28). Any further rules on this post about nsfw topics are to be disregarded ✨

Please include gender or pronouns! I don’t want to write something you don’t feel comfortable with in terms of identification :(

I only accept NSFW requests with characters who are ADULTS. No aging up characters, either.

The list below is not limited or set in stone unless stated otherwise (ex. minor safety, certain characters). If a character is not there feel free to ask about it!

If you see certain fandoms on my blog that are not listed, ask me about those as well!

I normally do (x reader) posts, but if you have a certain ship you want to ask about feel free!

For headcanons, you can request as many characters as you'd like!

NSFW Topics I accept:

dom/sub identification

voyeurism

dub con (as long as it isn't borderline noncon)

bondage

quirk play

vanilla

degradation and praise

If what you're looking for is not on the list, you can ask, but there is no guarantee that I will accept it. I have some things that make me uncomfy to write about, or that I'm just not well educated on.

FANDOMS/CHARACTERS I WRITE FOR:Any character that is outlined in RED I am willing to write NSFW for. NO MINORS should be asking about NSFW content.

Boku no Hero Academia/My Hero Academia Class 1A: I am willing to write FLUFF for all of Class 1A excluding Minoru Mineta. I will NOT be allowing anything NSFW with Class 1A. I am an adult and it makes me uncomfy. Pro Heroes: Toshinori Yagi (All Might) Hizashi Yamada (Present Mic) Shouta Aizawa (Eraserhead) Emi Fukukado (Ms. Joke)Keigo Takami (Hawks) Tensei Iida (Ingenium)Rumi Usagiyama (Mirko) (I know there are a LOT more Pro Heroes, so don't be shy to ask if I can include one!) League of Villains/LiberationDabi Mr. Compress Shigaraki Himiko Toga

Koku Hanabata

Ouran High School Host Club Tamaki Suoh Haruhi Fujioka Kyoya Ootori Mitsukuni Haninozuka Takashi Morinozuka Hikaru Hitachiin Kaoru Hitachiin Ritsu Kasanoda

NEW! Grishaverse

Kaz Brekker

Inej Ghafa

Jesper Fahey

Matthias Helvar

Nina Zenik

Alina Starkov

Malden Orestev (Mal)

The Darkling

Red Shoes and the Seven Dwarves Snow White/Red Shoes Prince Merlin Prince Jack Prince Arthur Pino, Noki, and Kio

DISNEY

This is SUCH a broad topic, so feel free to message me about any movie/character. The following are just some movies I’ve had experience writing in :)

Encanto

Mirabel Madrigal

Camilo Madrigal

Luisa Madrigal

Isabela Madrigal

Dolores Madrigal

Julieta Madrigal

Pepa Madrigal

Bruno Madrigal

Big Hero Six Hiro Hamada Tadashi Hamada Honey Lemon Gogo Tomago Wasabi Fred Lee