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fan mail, love mail

ʚ♡ɞ ABT ; shigaraki may hate heroes, but that doesn't mean he's not allowed to send fan mail to his favourite U.A. girl and future pro hero, which just so happens to be you!

or...where you receive a very...suspicious looking package one day.

ʚ♡ɞ CW ; fem third year! reader, nsfw, masturbation, sexual harassment, stalking, threats of noncon and violence, shiggy being an overall threat

The package came in with no information on it.

No sender, no return address, no anything.

It came in a fairly beaten up white box with a messily tied pink ribbon to secure it, though the ribbon itself was already crumpled and falling apart by the time it arrived at your dorm mailbox. The only thing that made you sure it was for you was the undeniable words scrawled on the side of the box with horrible handwriting and smudged words from a black marker.

To: _ a.k.a __

Written there was your full name as well as your chosen hero name, and there was obviously no mistaking it, despite the bit of trouble that came with deciphering the words. When it passed through security and its contents didn’t seem to be worthy of any attention, the box was placed in your mailbox, now left to your devices.

And you’re ecstatic as soon as you see it.

It’s no secret that pro heroes receive fan mail all the time. It can range from adorable heartfelt letters where they receive thanks for keeping the city safe, or even lavish gifts from devoted admirers.

Pro heroes in training don’t receive as much fan mail as pros themselves do, and when you do, it’s usually just handwritten letters.

That’s not to say you don’t appreciate the countless people wishing you luck on your journey to finally become a pro, but receiving a package– a physical gift from a fan just makes you smile so hard that your cheeks begin to hurt as you collect the box and run back to your dorm to open it.

Your heart is pounding in your chest as you begin texting your friends about it. What could be inside? Who sent it? Some of them are teasing you by saying that you have a secret admirer, while others are saying it could just be some kid you saved the other day, which would actually make a lot of sense due to the messy nature of the gift.

But that doesn’t bring your spark down, not one bit. Though the idea of a secret admirer would be cute, a gift from a grateful child who you managed to save would make you just as happy as well. You’re here to make the world a better place, and though you don’t need acknowledgement for your aspirations, you’re just glad that someone’s noticed you.

So when you finally calm yourself down and open the box, your mind is racing a mile a minute as you wonder what it could actually be. Maybe it’s just some snacks. Maybe it’s a drawing or accessories or some clothes the sender thought you’d look good in. whatever the case, you’re expecting anything except…

Except what’s actually in the box.

“Huh?”

Your eyes widen in surprise when you see a video tape. It’s one of those really old models, and it surprises you. You don’t know anyone who uses those, not unless they’re nearing a hundred years old or something.

You take the item out of the box and survey it. It looks to be a simple tape stuffed inside the obnoxious amounts of crinkly wrapping paper inside the box, and you assume the sender didn’t want any chance of having it damaged.

Whatever the case, you wonder if maybe, just maybe, inside the tape is a short movie or edit dedicated to you. Maybe it’s like that forty-five minute video edit that Mt. Lady received from one of her fans that’s filled with every known footage of her either in action or just simply living out her best life.

Having someone take so much time out of their day to make something like that makes your excitement only bubble up even more, and even if it isn’t forty-five minutes long, you just can’t wait to see what’s inside the tape.

Which is why you spent around an hour bugging everyone you know for a device that the tape can run on.

It wasn’t easy of course, but you did it anyway. You brushed off all the teasing with a warm smile, and now you just can’t wait to finally see what’s inside. You wonder if the sender will even reveal who they are. If they do, you’ll make sure to make them something in return, too! Maybe some cookies, some muffins, some…

The light on your TV screen comes on, and you squeal the moment it does. There’s stars in your eyes, and you’re fidgeting all around as you wait for a few seconds to get it to properly load.

And then it does.

The blurry footage makes it clear that it’s been recorded through what’s either an old, low quality camera, or a grimey phone that’s most likely been abused by its owner. You think it’s the second one, though you’re not one to judge, of course.

The room is dark, a little too dim for you to see anything properly, so you scoot closer to the screen and squint in order to try and make something out of the messy blurs of shadows.

Soft, ragged breathing can be heard through the audio, and you smile a little as you assume this might be the first time the sender has ever recorded anything. Or maybe they’re a little nervous? You wish you could smile and make them feel comfortable.

“Fuck, this thing’s on, right?”

The sudden rise in volume startles you, and you yelp a little before giggling to yourself. The voice, though a little scratchy, is clearly a man’s. He doesn’t sound much older than you, and you think back to what your friends said about a secret admirer.

Maybe…?

“Yep, it’s working!” you reply back to the TV, though you know there’s nobody to actually hear you. But as if on cue, the man stabilises the phone and chuckles a little.

“‘Kay, there we go…” he sets the device on the ground, and the camera is focused on the ceiling above. It’s just…a normal ceiling at best. Nothing to write home about. The man continues speaking.

“I figured this would be the part where my brain starts lagging, but I’ve got a lot to say,” he says. It’s a little disappointing that he won’t show himself and all you’re staring at is a ceiling, but it doesn’t dim your excitement any less. In fact, you’re secretly excited to see what he looks like!

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“Firstly, I don’t like heroes.”

A bold statement, he knows. To say that Tomura has been mentally rehearsing on what he’s going to say to you is an understatement. He’s gone through this speech countless times and over in his head, and to think that you’re going to be watching this– listening to his thoughts because you’re a good little hero, makes him all the more excited.

And he continues, “I hate heroes. I fucking despise them. Pretentious pieces of shits. The system’s shitty, your friends and teachers are shitty, and basically, you’re almost shitty, too.”

Kind of harsh, he knows. Tomura smirks a little to himself as he taps the camera a few times, readjusting his sitting position to a more comfortable one and in turn causing the camera to rustle a little. “But you know what, little hero?”

There’s a pause, and he hums. He imagines you glaring at the screen. Cute.

“You’re almost shitty. Almost. Need I repeat that for you again? You’re almost shitty. Not quite shitty, but almost, yeah. I think you’re just some confused little girl who thinks she can solve all the world’s problems by slaving herself away to hero society. You’re not a real hero yet, so, as I said, you’re not completely shitty for now.”

By now, he can clearly make out the mental image of you pouting and saying something along the lines of, “I am a hero!”

So that’s why–

“You’re about to turn this shit off, aren’t ya?”

Though you won’t be watching this in the exact same time he’s currently recording it, he knows you. He knows you so, so well even without having to talk to you. All those interviews and times where he’s watched you from afar? It’s done wonders. Especially the times where he’ll track your private activities even in the ‘safety’ of your dormitory.

“Good girl. Put your hand away from the ‘off’ button.”

He’s trying to fuck with your head. Maybe you’ll think that this is a live feed, and maybe you’re looking around in paranoia as you suspect that there’s a hidden camera in the package. Maybe he’ll play nice now. He’s not entirely cruel.

“Now, I know I sounded shitty. My bad,” he murmurs, though there’s hardly any sincerity. “I know it sounded like I hate you, didn’t it? It sounded like I wanted to fucking bash your head into a wall or watch you decay, but I don’t. I genuinely don’t.”

He can almost hear you scoff, and Tomura takes the phone in his hands again, the camera shaky as he rotates it around while still wary of keeping his face hidden.

“Listen, kid,” he says, “I don’t hate you. Well, I did. So yeah, I don’t hate you now. In fact, I genuinely…the fuck was that word again?” A string of incoherent mumbles leave him, and then he decides on his word. “Yeah, I genuinely like you. I like you, so that’s why I’m recording this shit show right now. I’m taking some fucking time out of my day to send you a gift, so you better be fucking grateful.”

Carefully using two fingers to cover the camera part of his phone, Tomura moves a little around his room before smirking to himself. Oh, you’re so not ready for this.

“You still with me, kid?”

Doesn’t matter if he won’t be able to see your reactions. He knows you’ll be watching.

And you’ll watch him right now– you’ll watch as he finally pulls his fingers away from the camera, and you’ll watch with widened eyes as you finally take a look at the little show of love he has for you. Not that it compares to the actual depth of love he has to offer you, but it’s still something. Girls like being worshipped, don’t they?

Well, Tomura worships you well. On the walls of his room are posters of you. One of it is you in your UA uniform, and the rest display you in your hero costume where you’ve been asked to strike some poses for the media. On the table that’s pressed right under the posters are merchandise of you. Figures, keychains, notebooks, and a few other items.

Nothing too amazing compared to the merchandise that actual pro heroes have, but Tomura can still picture the slight smile of flattery and gratefulness on your face. It won’t even matter that they all look cheap and clearly not made by a high quality company. You probably don’t even know that there were many items themed after you, and the new knowledge of this, combined with the fact that someone is apparently an avid collector of your items, is sure to make you smile tenfold. Maybe even forgive him for his earlier harsh comments.

“Cute, huh?” the video pans out just a bit, and for a split second, and he tilts the camera upwards and points to each of them. “Look, I’ve got…I’ve got some posters here,” he points to the several rolled-up posters by his bedside. He’ll hang them up soon, he promises, but that’ll have to wait until the day he stops procrastinating and starts clearing his room. One poster will be an exception, though.

It’s for the main event.

Tomura moves around a little more before going back to his main ‘shrine’ of you, and then zooms in on your figures. “You’re pretty damn expensive, y’know? Used up my arcade money on your little ass.”

Clicking his tongue in both budding boredom and disapproval, he decides to take things up a notch. He reaches under the table for a small ziploc bag, and grins lazily when he finally finds it and holds it up in front of the camera for you to see.

“Ya know what this is?” he shakes the contents of the bag around, but he can tell you’re confused to no end. Which is why he’s being courteous when he gives you the answer.

“It’s some rubble from one of your fights when you fell face-flat down on the ground like a limp pig. The exact rubble that touched your face when your clumsy ass got knocked down by some cheap villain,” he laughs out loud while he pictures your expression of mortification.

“Bought it off some trusted underground site for another hefty price. Ha. Thank fuck not many others were bidding on it, but even if other fuckers were trying to get their hands on it, I’d make sure it’s mine at the end of the day,” he tosses the rubble-filled ziploc back under the table. If his little ‘shrine’ made you feel better about yourself, the rubble is sure to make you feel shivers down your spine. Are you creeped out by him? Terrified? That’d be cute.

Oh well. At least now he has fifty grams of rubble that your skin has touched.

“Anyway–” Tomura continues, “I do like you. I’ll even go so far as to say that I adore your insufferable little ass. I’ve watched all your media appearances, no matter how staged they are. I even buy the shitty products you sponsor or where you appear for advertisements.” He shifts the camera to focus on an unused skincare product and snickers. “I bet that shit would give me rashes, but it’s cute that you’re trying to help people.”

You’re probably rolling your eyes or crossing your arms across your chest in defence of the product regardless of whether or not it actually gives people rashes. Maybe both. Whatever though, because now it’s confession time.

“You ever properly search up the stuff you appear in?” Tomura lets you answer the rhetorical question for yourself, and he places the phone down on the ground for a moment while he slides to his PC and opens up his bookmarks. But before the show can begin, he grabs one of the rolled-up posters of you and lays it down on the ground right in front of him.

Now, he’s going to have so much fun.

“Maybe you do watch your own interviews, kid. Maybe you google your name out of curiosity. It’s not narcissistic, I don’t blame you, but have you seen this?”

He grabs his phone and aims it straight at his computer screen.

And he can feel his cock twitch from just the thought of you squirming at the sight of what he’s showing you right now.

“It’s a wonder at what a simple little search can show you,” he scrolls down the page a few times to give you a better idea, all before he lowers his free hand to push his sweatpants and boxers down. “Just a few clicks, and I get to see hentai of you,” his hand goes to grip his cock, giving it a few pumps. “Of course, it’s not the real fucking thing, but I don’t care.”

How do you look right now? How do you feel? You can’t see it since he’s still keeping the camera focused on the computer screen, but precum has already begun leaking down Tomura’s shaft, and he slowly starts to jerk himself off to the thought of you squirming beneath him.

“Fuck, you’re so fucking cute, y’know?” he starts stroking his cock faster and faster, keeping his pinky at bay while his palms start to sweat. His own hand is starting to feel warmer, and he wonders just how hot your gummy walls will feel when it’s wrapped around his cock like a cute little sextoy.

“I fucking– hah, I’ve always fucking loved you. Look–” the camera is aimed upwards, and right above the monitor is a neatly printed and laminated picture of you.

But it’s not just any picture. It’s a picture of you sleeping in your dorm with your curtains just slightly parted.

“I love that fucking picture,” he groans, “took it myself, y’know? Spent two goddamn hours waiting for you to stop watching stupid cat videos and go to bed, but it’s fucking worth it. Every time I look at it, all I can think about is fucking you stupid and using that little whorish body of yours.”

With each downstroke, his hips buck up, and Tomura can feel the delicious tension building in his thighs. It feels so good knowing you’re listening to his groans and pants. It feels so good knowing you now know that he touches himself to you, because if anything, he’s proud of it.

He’s proud that he’ll have you biting your lower lip in horror as you continue to watch, frozen in place. Maybe your bottom lip will bleed a bit from how hard you’re biting it, but it only turns him on even more. Because Tomura wants to lick the blood off of you. He’ll taste you, touch you, and fuck you. All he wants is to–

“Wanna put you in your place,” he grunts, “wanna put your good little hero body to use. Gonna fuck you hard, you hear me?”

Of course you hear him. You’ll hear him, and no matter how loud or soft the volume is, you’ll hear him.

“I’m gonna hold you down and rip that pretty little hero costume off of you. You– fuck, you do look good in it, but you’ll look even better when you’re naked and with my cum all over you.”

The precum glistening down his cock makes it even slicker. Fuck, he really wishes it was you. “I wanna see you wet and begging for my cock. You’re nothing but my cumdump, you hear me?”

In his head, Tomura can picture himself wrapping his hand around your throat.

“And if your bratty little ass wants to disobey me, I might just decay you to dust,” he lets out a breathy laugh, “but I won’t. The only thing I want to see crumble is your independence. You’re mine, you hear me? F-fuck, you’re mine…” The intense fire in his loins is quickly growing into a delicious heat that goes up his spine and distorts his vision for a bleary second.

“Feels so fucking good just imagining it’s your slutty pussy that I’m using,” he groans out, his hips meeting his fist with every harsh stroke and pump. “I wanna hurt you, y’know? I wanna bruise you up a bit and make you take my cock like the fuckdoll you are. All you are is a piece of fuckmeat. You think you’re so fucking high and mighty by saving people, but you’ll be even better when you’re on your knees servicing me.”

Tomura can only imagine thrusting into you even harder now. All your little gasps of “Ah! Ah! Ah!” and the way tears will spill out of your pretty eyes. He wants to see the hopeful hero light in your eyes dim and he wants to see you break.

“You’re just a breeding bitch,” he spits out, breath starting to shorten. Fuck, he’s close. “Your body’s not made for fighting–” Tomura’s pumping fist is wet with precum and pulsing hot around his cock, and he’s really fucking close, because in his mind, you’re really nothing but a perfect girl that’s perfect for taking his cock– “your body’s made for fucking.”

With lustful grunts and low-pitched whimpers, he closes his eyes and moans your name out. Tomura cums hard, the final pump powerful enough for his seed to spurt and dirty itself right on your poster that’s been laid out before him. The image of your pretty face is covered with hot, thick releases of his seed. Fuck, he really wishes it wasn’t just a fantasy.

“You see this?” he’s panting like there’s no air left, but he focuses the camera on the cum-stained poster of you with a smug smirk. “See how cute you look covered in my cum? You’re such a good little girl. Kind of a waste that it’s on a poster of you instead of being inside your tight little cunt, but whatever. There’s a next time.”

He lowers the phone on the ground and lays on the floor. That wasn’t even close to being enough. Although it was the best orgasm he’s ever had in his life, Tomura knows it’s nowhere near enough. It’ll never be enough until it’s with you.

“I need you, y’know?” he murmurs softly. “I’ll take you someday. I mean it when I said I do like you. I’ll have you one day, and I promise–”

There’s so much he wants to say, so much he wants to tell you. Maybe he did come off as an asshole, but he does promise to make you happy. That’s after he has you to himself, though. Rewards come from being good, and as long as you can prove yourself to not only be a good little hero but his good little girlfriend as well, he’ll give you everything he can.

So for now–

“I promise I’ll see you on the battlefield, little hero.”

He reaches over for his phone, and hits ‘stop recording.’

+♡+

The video ends.

It finally ends.

After around fifteen gruelling minutes, it ends.

But even after it ends, you can’t bring yourself to move or react. You’re rooted in place, and you’re trembling as you blink slowly and lower your gaze from the black screen that shows nothing but your horrified reflection.

Your throat feels dry and constricted as you swallow, and you nervously eye the package from where the video came from.

You’re scared.

Who is this sender, and why does he promise to see you on the battlefield? Your first thought is that he’s a villain, but you just can’t imagine any villain idiotically sending out a threat to a hero in such a vulgar manner.

Unless…the villain is powerful enough to know they can easily take on any hero that goes after them?

You shake your head, trying to repel those negative thoughts away. No way that creep who sent you the package was a villain. There’s just no way. It’s just an empty threat meant to gauge a shocked reaction out of you. Maybe he thinks you’ll tell the teachers out of cowardice, or maybe he thinks you’ll go on social media and express your fear and concerns.

But no, you won’t. You refuse to let this man shake you. You know you’re a hero, and you’re better than wallowing out the rest of the day in paranoia.

And you reach for the package once more, intent on fishing out a listening device ingrained into it. You shake the box, roughen it up a little, and sigh in relief when you find nothing amiss with it.

That is, until you accidentally knock it over and a poster falls out of the bottom of the wrapping paper that’s been taped over the package’s base.

It’s a poster of you, except it’s clearly stained by none other than cum.

So much for fan mail.

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Tomura, Dabi, and Toga

from the New Illustration for Baseyard Tokyo My Hero Academia Pop Up Shop

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NEW OFFICIAL BNHA ART JS DROPPED 🗣‼️❗️

I'M SILENCED THEY LOOK SO GOOD

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she’s busy prank…

(ft. choso, kento, satoru, suguru, toge, megumi, yuji, and yuta)

warnings: cursing, suggestiveness, sexual comments, f!reader

– choso

– kento

– satoru

– suguru

– toge

– megumi

– yuji

– yuta

divider link

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missing you…

(ft. choso, kento, satoru, suguru, yuta, megumi, toge, & yuji)

note: you get really busy and your jjk s.o. starts to miss you!

pt.4 pt.1 pt.2 pt.3

warnings: cursing, sexual comments, f!reader

–yuji

– yuta

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asking them the strawberry question ⟡

includes: fluff, crack, suggestive in toges, yuuji did not understand still

𓂃 yuuji 𝜗𝜚

𓂃 megumi𝜗𝜚

𓂃 yuuta 𝜗𝜚

𓂃 toge𝜗𝜚

© yuuuhiii 24 : don’t plagiarize, translate, or post my work on other platforms

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downplaying an injury with the JJK men

(ft. Satoru Gojo, Suguru Geto, Kento Nanami, Yuji Itadori, Megumi Fushiguro)

author’s note: I am def the type of person to minimize bad things happening to me so I hope someone else can relate to these lmao

warnings: descriptions of injuries kinda?? none besides that

Satoru, Suguru, Kento

Yuji, Megumi

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asking them for gym pics

(ft. Satoru, Suguru, Kento, Megumi, Yuji)

author’s note: I had no idea what to title this lmao. Thank you to the lovely @cassiefromhell for the Yuji pic bc I could NOT find anything that I felt resembled him

warnings: suggestiveness.

Satoru Gojo

Suguru Geto

Kento Nanami

Megumi Fushiguro

Yuji Itadori

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Gojo and megumi!!!!

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21+ Megumi refuses to have sex when your friends are staying over because it's been a while and he knows he'll fuck you too hard until the bed starts smacking against the wall and he knows you'll whimper and moan even through your desperate promises that you'll be quiet. He knows you won't be able to hold it back and he won't have the power to stop you. He won't be able to cover your mouth to silence those noises because they're so hot he needs to hear them. He'll need to hear every moan while he ruts into you and he certainly won't be able to slow down. It's going to be one of those messy and aggressive fucks that he has no control over.

So despite your whining that you need him, he tells you not tonight princess and starts fingering you instead.

He gets down under the covers and pushes them aside to get between your legs and he lays there till you stop begging for his cock and start thanking him instead... for his fingers, his mouth, his lips, his tongue... until you spiral into a deep orgasm and soak the sheets with cum trickling down his chin.

And in the morning he impatiently waits for your friends to leave with the thick rod of his boner tucked in the waistband of his joggers. He sits there silently and rigidly, every muscle in his body tuned towards you, stepping around in that little nightie that's too good for their eyes. So much of your skin is on show and he just wants to cover you with his own body so they can't see.

But when his patience is nearly worn thin and they finally leave he rips the nightie off you and fucks you in the kitchen. He bends you over every surface till his thighs ache then grabs you in his arms and fucks you back to bed. His heavy and full balls slap you till he creams and groans and nearly breaks the bed with the force of his thrusting.

And he promises you're not taking a day off fucking again and your friends aren't allowed back. You're not sure if they'll ever want to come back with the way he was glaring, but you know he'll come round to it if you ask him nicely. He always does.

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hii! I thought your fake texts w/jjk boys was cute; so I wanna request sum ! reader texting their bf ‘bae if someone texts u, its because a guy kept asking for my number so I gave him yours’ n their reactions (bonus points if they actually text the number back 😭)

meet my boyfriend!

includes: request!, suggestive in Toge’s (are we surprised) and Megumi’s, also yandere!yuuta? (again!)

note: I had to much fun with this😭 thanks for the request nonnie:D

𓂃 yuuji 𝜗𝜚

𓂃 megumi 𝜗𝜚

𓂃 yuuta 𝜗𝜚

𓂃 toge𝜗𝜚

© yuuuhiii 24 : don’t plagiarize, translate, or post my work on other platforms

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suguru fingering his pretty princess to sleep 💤

“sugu.. sugu..”

“‘m here princess.” he whispers coyly against your ear. his soft fingers creep under the band of your shorts, a finger used to lift your panties from your body for easier access.

“gonna let me touch you here?”

“mhm..”

you’re drowsy, eyes half lidded, allowing your body to do all the thinking, and not you’re mind. if not for the begging man, desperate to satisfy his sweet woman, you would’ve been long asleep.

you writhe under his touch, arching yourself slightly for a little more friction,

“none of that princess. lay f’me, let me take care of my baby, yeah?”

“s-sugu. wan’ more.”

“i know you do, be good and you’ll get more. promise.”

his fingers hover over your sticky mess, arousal radiating heat from your cunt. you lower yourself with a huff, a gentle whisper of ‘good girl,’ that tickles against the hairs of your ear.

his finger’s thick, it fills you like no other could; not another man’s cock, not a toy, and not your own fingers.. all were no comparison to the man’s digits. he strokes each part of your pussy so diligently, as if he’s got each and every part of you memorized;

your soft moans and whines fill the room, the man kissing down your face and onto your neck, sucking gentle bruises into your soft skin.

“s-suguru, gonna— gonna cum sugu, wanna.. please, wan—“

“shh, i know,”

he presses a kiss onto your quivering lips, hushing your whines as his finger curls into the gummy surface of your cunt,

“m cummin..!”

“there you go, let go for me. know you wanna so bad.”

oh, you do.

he lets out a soft chuckle at your desperation, never slowing his movements as he helps you ride out your orgasm.

“such a good girl.”

“mm.” he gives your nose a small peck, your last view being his signature coy grin when your eyes begin to flutter shut,

“goodnight princess. sleep tight.”

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The type of pervy boss who keeps your panties in his desk drawer and uses them to jerk off. Even better if you see him doing it, then he can tell you to change into the cum covered panties and give him the ones you've been wearing today. Rinse and repeat.

Miguel, Sukuna, Draken, Baji, Silco, Dabi, Tomura, Reo, John Price, Azul, Divus, Jing Yuan, Dottore, Millions Knives, Hal Jordan

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The Avatar Crew!

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my father is the worst man alive and i am his favorite daughter

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you know that tweet that goes "my bf fucks me until I get shy around him again" i need yuuta to do that to me pls i'm begging he looks so good😭😭😭

𐑺 ˖ ࣪࿐ྂ TWO HALVES OF A WHOLE, OKKOTSU YŪTA

sometimes you swear you have two boyfriends, the one that loves you and the one that fucks you.

summary. fem reader. yandere yūta. jealousy. possessiveness. obsession. reader is oblivious but also enjoys it. threats. spitting. promise ring mention. aged up characters. marking. wc, 2k.

note. anime yūta debut FINALLY, thank you anon for this !! it just fuelled my brain to keep going TvT

you swear you have two boyfriends, you must.. because this yuuta— the one that’s fucking you now, rutting you into the mattress with such carnal desire because he didn’t like the way that dude who served you both your coffee this morning was looking at you, is obscenely different to the one that still blushes when you answer his i love you with a sweetened one of your own and a kiss.

“do you know him?” he’d asked as he took his seat across from you at the table, right after he’d chosen to pull out your own for you like the loving boyfriend he was. the perfect boyfriend. you want to ask who he’s talking about but you’d be an idiot not to know— you can basically feel the poor barista’s nerves from your table.

“he’s staring,” yuuta continues and you want to say that he’s staring as he holds his gaze, but you’re pretty sure he knows that already— the veins on his hands are prominent with how tightly he’s gripping the cup in his palms and you’re surprised it hasn’t smashed yet. it’s like the hostility is radiating off of him in waves despite the kindhearted smile he’s showing you.

“yuuta it’s fine,” you try to reason with him and it only makes him breathe out a soft chuckle before he’s taking a sip of his drink— the words seem to calm him, albeit temporarily as he shifts in his seat. “it’s customer service, he’s paid to be nice.” he offers the barista behind you another glance and then his eyes are back on you as he scratches cutely at the back of his neck.

“ah, i’m not worried.” yuuta’s tone is lighthearted, it’s sweet and soft in the way that you’re used to before both his hands are back on the table to clasp one of yours. his grip is a little too tight, but it’s nothing you’re not used to before his words taker a lower, deeper drawl. “because you’re all mine. right?”

two personalities wrapped up in one pretty boy, you think. but then your thoughts are cut off with the next languid roll of his hips as he deliberately slows his pace to a deep rock. you feel his fingers trace up your jaw before they’re pressing against your parted lips, prying them further open “open, baby.”

and you do, catching the glimmer of something twisted in his gaze at the way you listen so eagerly. your tongue swipes along his fingers before you watch a glob of spit drip slow from between his lips, making you moan when you feel the taste of him drench and ignite your taste buds.

“are you mine?” yuuta asks and the gentle, careful tone is such a contrast to the look in his eyes— it’s like a hunters gaze, rooting you in place, daring you to run— it’s like a promise that he’ll catch you even if you did.

“mhm, i’m yours, yuuta. please. only y-yours—ah.” his fingers press down on your tongue as he pushes them in a little more and you can feel the cool press of the promise ring on his finger. it’s one identical to yours. it’s the same one he’d gifted you six weeks into officially being your boyfriend after he’d assured you that time doesn’t matter, only your love for eachother does.

although if you asked him now, he still doesn’t think it’s enough to show the world you’re his. even though he’d prefer to keep you locked away with only him forever. you think it’s cute when he jokes like that.

it’s so twisted, maybe a little worrying for anyone else that you can’t help but like when yuuta gets like this. the way it makes you nervous again, butterflies in your gut like it’s the first time he’s been above you and suddenly you feel even warmer to touch. you feel shy despite the way he’s had you like this more times than you can count.

it’s lewd, animalistic but then you’ll get a peek of the other part of him when the next heavy rock of his hips is accompanied with a sweet, gentle kiss smeared across your forehead with his next breath as he pulls back his fingers from your mouth, weaving them with yours instead and squeezing tight.

“h-how, how does it feel?” yuuta’s words tremble with his next thrust as your pussy squeezes around him and your lips part to moan at the sweet question, body clenching and eyes fluttering closed as he grinds into your pussy. he’s rutting you into the mattress like a wild fucking animal before his blown gaze is scanning over you, drinking you up with a satisfied, adoring look.

“good, yuu~ s-so good!” he’s so pretty, fucking you so well you can barely find your words and it’s filthy the way he knows where to press, where to palm and kiss until you’re arching into him— like he’s studied the very way you play with your own pussy up close. like he’d torn you apart and put you back together himself.

he’s fucking you into a puddle of desire and need for only him.

you’re vaguely aware, although barely over the sounds of your own weak whimpers and long, needy moans, that he’s whispering under his breath, panting and growling softly.

“he probably wishes he could see you like this,” another slow rock of yuuta’s hips and he deliberately presses against that saccharine, sweet spot inside of your walls, making your thighs squeeze tight around his hips as he breathes deep.

“you’re pretty, so pretty,” you can’t help the physical reaction you have to his words, cunt clutching tight and your hips thrusting up to meet his own movements. you both gasp and his pace stutters but he continues. “but you’re mine, all of you.. it’s mine.” his words go buried in your skin— in your walls when they’re accompanied by a particularly sharp thrust. it’s like his love fills and swells within you in turn, until your lungs are tight, as if you can’t quite get enough air with each breath.

“i know, yuu~ i love you so much,” yuuta’s kisses smear over your cheek, hot breaths panting against your skin as he takes a pace that has your tits jolting with every clap of his hips into yours.

“s-say it again.” you hear him gulp on his next words and your pussy squeezes even tighter, “i need to know you mean it.” the soft slap of your pussy meets his pelvis and it makes your insides curl and ache, the feeling of his balls smacking your ass leaving you breathless with every connection.

“i love you,”

“show me.” you’re more than eager to give him when he asks you like that, hissed through clenched teeth and you whine long and wordless for him as bliss washes over you. you feel him tremble over you as you do, smearing messy kisses and spit over your cheek and neck— mumbling praises and i love yous against your jaw and lips as he looks at you.

you’re vaguely aware of how broken and weak your moans sound, but the rush in your head while you cum is a little too loud and delightful for you to really care about anything else except the man who made you feel exactly that. your thighs struggle to close, instinctively, as you shy away from the pleasure but yuuta shifts on purpose to keep them spread, his fingers withdrawing to rub softly through the swollen petals of your pussy so he can prolong your pliant state.

“i knew i didnt have anything to worry about,”

it doesn’t take long for him to follow after you. his cock flexes, thickening in a way that feels as if it grows with each greedy coax of your twitching cunt, until he pauses, followed by a breathier croon of your name as he spills hot inside you.

yuuta’s chest presses against yours, lips suckling into the crook of your neck, nails dragging gently down your hips as he presses his load into you until you whimper. you twitch and he uses the movement to hug you closer, stilling inside of you when he’s got his face buried into your shoulder and you both catch your breath.

you lie there for a long time, or so it feels until he’s leaving you quickly to grab you some water and a warm cloth. he returns in what feels like seconds, but now that you’re orgasm has finally worn off, you can barely look at him.

you’re not sure if it’s because of how hard and good he’s just made you cum or the pleasure he’d pulled from you so easily, leaving you in bite marks and bruises. but you feel so nervous suddenly as you twist nervously at the promise ring on your finger.

“are you okay?” yuuta asks quickly, a soft tone to his voice as the mattress dips when he sits next to you. he leans forward when he does, smearing a kiss against your cheek before he’s handing you the cool glass of water, which you take with shaking hands.

hes gorgeous, dark hair mused through the day from his hands gliding through it and now yours, falling forward around his face from being swept back to frame his flushed features now.

you meet his gaze and you’d think it burned you as you shy away, feeling heat creep to your cheeks when his fingers stroke gently at your arm. “i’m sorry, did i hurt you?” there’s a soft nervousness to his eyes despite his usual haunting gaze. he bites on his lower lip as he looks over you.

“ah.. sorry.” you try to keep your own bashfulness aside as you take a sip of water, letting it cool the scratchiness in your throat as you swallow.

“no, it’s..” he looks at you so intently, but there was always something in his gaze that made you feel cold despite the sweat across your body. but still you grin, before petting your hand across his.

“it’s cute seeing you all protective, that’s all.”

“is it weird?”

“no! not at all, it’s hot—“

“oh, ah— thanks.” he nods, a little shy and back to his kindhearted, sweet demeanour when you share a kiss, sighing with the content press of your bodies.

“did you know him?” yuuta kisses your forehead despite the way he presses the topic again. “i can find you another cafe if you want,” he breathes, another kiss to your skin following. he curls his arm around you as he looks over you and it’s with so much adoration that it makes your toes curl in the same way your body had a few minutes ago.

“maybe he’s new, i’ve never seen him. i like that cafe though.” you shrug, not seeing any real issue with it. but his dark eyes flash towards you and you giggle when he suddenly presses you down against the bed to kiss you passionately.

“i just don’t want anyone making you uncomfortable, i’ll kill them.” yuuta kisses you hungrily, making you sigh as you melt beneath him— you’re like gum, bending to his will with every flick of his tongue.

“i know, yuuta. you always joke about that. i still want to keep going to that cafe though,” his hand cups your cheek and you smile. he leans in to kiss you firmly with his next breath.

“we can go together. i don’t think we’ll see him again anyway.”

“what, why not?”

“because i want you to be happy.” your chest jumps when yuuta’s words urge you to curl closer— making something warm bloom in your chest at the love he makes you feel. you can feel him smile into the next kiss he smears along your temple, and he makes sure the kiss after is against the promise ring on your finger when he gives you another smile.

it’s hours later when yuuta leaves you, kissing your forehead before he’s slinging his katana over his shoulder and leaving you asleep. he’ll make it home before you realise he’s gone. the shift at the cafe is just finishing, and this won’t take long.

maybe his two personalities aren’t as far apart as he let you believe.

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