Part 3 Pinkjin Uwu 💓

it will come back [pt. 2] /// Yandere Shigaraki x f!Reader

Summary: You have a bad habit of picking up strays, and the half-dead villain you find bleeding out in a dumpster is no exception. [Part 1]

A/N: Title from the Hozier song—“don’t let it in with no intention to keep it / jesus christ, don’t be kind to it / oh honey don’t feed it / it will come back.”

Tags/warnings: yandere, violence (not directed toward reader), crying, Shiggy REALLY likes you, reader needs a friend and a good night’s sleep, non-explicit sexual content. [In later parts: 18+, sex, other stuff]

He—Tomura—keeps visiting.

At first you think it’s because of the free medical care, and you wish you had the spine to tell him to suck it up and go see a professional. After a couple weeks turn into a couple months and his wounds fade into ragged purple scars, though, you start to think differently.

Within a short time Tomura has figured out your work schedule, and he does a decent job of not showing up after your long shifts. The unavoidable consequence of this is that he ends up monopolizing your precious days off, but you come to the realization about a month and a half in that you don’t actually mind. You like it. It’s like spending time with a friend.

Mostly you guys talk. It doesn’t seem like Tomura really has anyone to talk to the way the two of you do, but that’s probably just you projecting. It’s usually shallow stuff—TV shows you like, video games he plays, funny stories from patients you treated. Sometimes when you’re cooking for yourself, you make extra for him. (It happens a lot, actually, and at one point you bring up how much his appetite is costing you and the next time you see him he brings a bag of rice and makes you a porridge that crunches between your teeth when you try to eat it. You can’t finish yours, but he eats an entire bowl and insists that you’re being picky.)

Sometimes he sleeps over on the couch, but he’s always gone when you wake up.

The two of you skirt around the heavier stuff, and you know it’s intentional on his part. You have to resist the urge to ask him about being a villain—he’s all but confirmed it for you, and it’s human nature to be curious, isn’t it? In the same way you can’t help looking at a car crash, you want to poke and prod and find out what it is, exactly, that Tomura does for a living. That part of his life is suspiciously absent from your discussions—if you didn’t know better, you’d think he spends all of his time sleeping and playing games and breaking into your place.

On the other hand, you don’t want to know. Plausible deniability. You can accept criminality in the abstract, but you’ve treated too many victims of the bullshit hero–villain battle to be comfortable really knowing why Tomura avoids public places.

So you don’t ask about it, and Tomura doesn’t tell, and you don’t look up his name. And it’s easy. It’s nice. You’d forgotten what it’s like to come back to a home that isn’t empty.

And then one day when you get off a few hours early from your shift, you stop by a convenience store to pick up some snacks for yourself (hey, you’ve been working hard, you’re entitled to binge a little on foods that you’re afraid to look at the fat content for), and you think, Hm, I wonder if Tomura wants some.

[You: 7:49 PM] > Are you coming over today? [T: 7:49 PM] > Yeah why [You: 7:51 PM] > Getting snacks > Want some? [T: 7:51 PM] > No

[T: 8:12 PM] > When r u coming back to ur place

[T: 8:58 PM] > Hey where are you

[T: 9:39 PM] > (Y/N)?

There’s a man with a gun in the convenience store.

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les matins (the mornings)

Although you and Monoma clashed at night, you found solace through each other’s arms in the mornings.

pairing ⟶ monoma neito/ gn! reader

word count ⟶ 6.2k+ words

warnings ⟶ pro heroes, talks about suggestive stuff, domestic fluff, angst, monoma being an asshole for a min, oh my god they were quarantined

a/n ⟶ this is a collab for sof’s discord server crackhead sanctuary!! yes that is the real name!! it was supposed to be just fluffy quarantine shenanigans but i said fuck it let’s make this super long and add sad vibes. also s/o to the very, very few people who write monoma crumbs i see u

⟶ playlist; les matins by angèle, sunshine by kyle, 12:34 by billy lemos, cariños by the marías, yours by alina baraz

You’re in the middle of packing when you hear it.

“This means no traveling, no gatherings of more than six, and by any means, no leaving the house unless absolutely essential,” the newscaster reported on the television screen, a newscaster who interviewed you plenty of times.

Pausing, you take a look at the space around you. A modernist styled apartment in the middle of the city, certainly not your city and most definitely not your apartment. “I’m stuck here?”

Now, you wouldn’t be opposed to staying in such a lovely apartment for a few weeks, but the problem was that this wasn’t just anyone’s condo.

It was Monoma’s.

Truthfully, you and Monoma hated each other since the moment you met in high school. You’re hardly one for confrontation, opting to get through your time at U.A. as efficiently and simply as you possibly could for a hero student, but there was something about the pretentious way he spoke that burned bitter inside you. Apparently he felt the same way, because when he went on his rants targeting the class of 1-A, you always seemed to be the main character.

But something changed.

Something changed, and you can’t quite place your finger on it, but it did. Maybe it was all the times you got drunk together by your third-year and he was surprisingly pleasant to talk to. Maybe it was the way he gushed about his own classmates, because his hate of 1-A stems from his love for 1-B. Maybe it was the many, many instances he risked his own life to save yours, rendering you speechless at times.

Graduating, getting jobs, moving from Musutafu, you found that you didn’t hate each other completely. You worked together sometimes, made small talk at charities, and even had each other’s numbers. He even offered to let you stay at his apartment when you took up a mission in the city he lived in.

It by no means meant that you were particularly close. Years of resentment couldn’t be mended by happy birthday texts.

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Caffeine Rush (NSFW) | BNHA

anime  |  character:  bnha  |  bakugou katsuki

word count: 17,845

Themes/warnings: 18+, aged-up, praise kink, blowjob, fingering, spanking, overstimulation, swearing, mild degradation, unprotected sex 

The office building that made Ground Zero agency was quiet and still. The appointed office hours were over hours back. 

Most staff had already retired for the day. Among the black, lifeless screens on the desks, only hers stayed running bright and full of words on its screen. 

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Practice Makes Perfect (Tsukishima Kei x Reader)

Rated: Explicit

Word Count: 3,823

Warnings: SMUT, loss of virginity, bad language, Tsukki being too damn beautiful.

Summary: It’s been several months after Tsukishima’s confession in the infirmary. You two are dating now, and after a study session in his room, you two decide to take your relationship to the next level.

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I hear you guys! I fucking see you!😂 we all need some Tsukki smut in our life so here is part 2 of Kiss it Better, I’ve included the link for anyone who hasn’t read the first part. I hope you all enjoy it and I would love the feedback afterwards:)

ALSO. I AM TAKING REQUESTS. I know I have some sitting in my inbox right now that I need to get to still so I apologize in advance if I can’t get your request out right away. But I literally adore all of you so much. Thank you for taking the time to read my shit writing:’) Anyway please enjoy the shit show lol.

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Kaminari: has electricity quirk

All Kaminari smut writers:

so cutee

A/N: Another story between ocs, but turned to bnha!! The mc’s name is Ryan, and I had an entire crisis over who to turn him to, until my friend and I were brainstorming and we were like KIRISHIMA Y E S 

Taglist: @bakugousidehoe​ @isanuts​ @seratonindeficient​

Summary: Hero life may sound cool, but it can also be tough. Kirishima Eijirou just wants a day when he’s not Red Riot, world renowned hero, with the paparazzi following his every move- but his day turns around when he bumps into you, who is completely oblivious to his identity. And you look so pretty too? Oh, great, now Kirishima wants a date…

Pairing: Pro Hero!Kirishima Eijirou x fem!Reader

“Hey, is it just me, or does he look familiar?”

“Yeah… It’s almost as though I’ve seen him from somewhere.”

Kirishima pulled his hood closer to his face, almost covering his eyes. If someone saw him out here, he’d be done for.

It wasn’t easy being famous. You might think it’s awesome, having people from practically every corner know who you are, but when you just want to get a coffee from your favorite cafe, it tends to be really inconvenient.

“He looks a bit like Pro Hero Red Riot, amiright?”

I can hear you, Kiri thought.

“No, Red Riot’s eyes are red. This dude’s are blue.”

Ah, thank the contacts-

Kirishima took out his phone and began playing around with it, so his hunched down posture didn’t look too suspicious. He knew the way to the cafe like the back of his hand, so soon enough, he was outside its door.

A bunch of pink streamers were draped along the walls, and the usually empty windows were plastered with magenta posters.

This February, get some SPECIAL coffee for your SPECIAL someone! Buy one get one free! 100% refunds if needed, no questions asked!*

*Conditions apply

Kirishima sighed. It was February.

The month of love.

Well, as far as he was concerned, there was no love for him. No, just the general mob of fangirls yelling “MARRY ME, RED RIOT!” until security came along.

He looked across the road to find a cute couple holding hands, walking out of a restaurant. One was wearing a black shirt, she leaned over and kissed her girlfriend’s forehead, who was blushing so much he thought she would burst. She was holding a bouquet of flowers, and was fiddling with a ring on her fingers.

Smiling, he looked away, hit with a pang of loneliness. He’d never get to actually fall in love, would he? He couldn’t even look at someone in the eye for five seconds without them having a meltdown. Chances were, the world would ship him with some famous rich hero, and he’d have to get with them for public amusement.

Wait, how long had he been standing outside this door? About time he actually walked in.

The door’s bell chimed as he opened it, and keeping his eyes glued to the floor, Kiri headed to the counter.

I wonder what coffee I’ll order today. Hm, the double expresso does sound good but… I want to try something new! Maybe one of their Valentine Specials. The Halloween ones were awesome. Perhaps-

“My coffee!”

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This is a not-safe-for-work choose your own adventure style collaboration from the good perverts of the BNHarem discord server. Thanks to @thisisthehardestthing​ for the banner, and to everyone who came together to make this happen. Each story starts the same way, but in every entry our reader will meet a different character. 

Your throat felt dry as you came to the arranged address, the mask that the organisers had asked you to wear clenched tight in your fist. 

The building was one of the city’s most exclusive hotels, and it had the look of a cathedral from the outside, the main entrance flanked by massive marble pillars, a gold glow from inside the main atrium. Even the doormen looked expensive, clad in black uniforms with gold trim. As instructed, you kept your head down and headed to the side entrance. A polite-but-burly security guard checked your identification and took your phone and other electronics from you, giving you a numbered ticket in return as he locked them away. Did he know why you were here? Probably. 

Shame rose in your chest at the prospect of what you were about to do. Why, exactly had you agreed to this? It was gross. It was wrong. But it was a lot of money. You were struggling to repay your loans, and if you did this party, you could be free of them with just one night of sucking cock. Well, not entirely free, but it beat spending years working two jobs, didn’t it? 

At first you had been puzzled. Who exactly was paying random girls so much for a single night’s work? Even if it was sex work, that was a hell of a lot of money. Then the word hero was mentioned and everything made a whole lot more sense. 

Everything about hero life was drenched in lucre. The magazine interviews, the tv shows, the movies. They owned skyscrapers in central Tokyo, they wore shoes worth more than your annual salary. And, according to the woman who had recruited you, this party was being hosted by the current number one hero in Japan. Maybe… you’d even get to meet him. 

You were ushered through the building by a woman in a masquerade style mask like yours, catching glimpses of events in other rooms as you passed. A girl in a silver zentai bodysuit floated above a stage, the only exposed flesh on her body the pink centre of her sex. Another room seemed to host an orgy, the floor writhing with bodies in the dim light. The motion was almost hypnotic, but your guide’s hand was on your shoulder, pulling you away before you could stare too long. 

“Here we are,” said your guide, squeezing your shoulder as you arrived at the place you would be working that night. Your room, for lack of a better word, was a little larger than a toilet cubicle, and dark, a pile of cushions on the floor, along with a basket with towels and bottled water. In the centre of one thin wall, around hip height, was the hole. You stared at it, catching a glimpse of light and movement from the room beyond. 

In a little under ten minutes, you’d be sucking off whoever wanted it through that hole in the wall. A hero, maybe, or a sidekick. Did it matter? It wasn’t like their dicks would taste any different. The more you thought about it, the worse it seemed, but it was a little late to back out now. “You all set?” your guide asked, smiling from behind her masquerade mask. You nodded, numbly, and she shut the door behind you, leaving you alone, the glory hole your only light.

Who comes for you?

@tomurasprincess - Kirishima

@story-sensei​ - Gang Orca 

@candychronicles​ - Hawks 

@10millionyearsdungeon - Shindou 

@thisisthehardestthing - Endeavor 

@kingexpl0sionmurder​ - Shinsou 

@hitoshisbabygirl - Aizawa 

@burnedbyshoto​ - Shouto

@trafalgar-temptress​ - Denki 

@leeswritingworld​ - Dabi 

@ikinabi​ - Deku 

@iwvs-on-ao3​ - Bakugou 

Katsuki Bakugou x Reader

Summary: just read it. its a crack fic

Quirk: Not specified

Genre/Warnings: Fluff, crack, short fic alert

WC: 179

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“I really like you! Please accept my feelings” you said while bowing in front of him, chocolates held out for him to take

He stood still, “Who put you up to this?”

You raised yourself up, the hand holding chocolates falling to the side. “Kaminari” you sighed

He exhaled sharply and flicked your forehead, a yelp coming from you. “Why’d you do it?”

“Does this mean you reject my confession?” you pouted, facing away

He wrapped his arms around you from behind, “It’s not that, it’s just- you know we’re married, right?”

You sighed as you looked down at your ring, “Yeah...”

“So you don’t need to confess to me” 

You huffed pulling away from his embrace, “Just thought it’d be fun, but whatever” you said dejectedly, a hint of frustration in your voice as you stormed out of the room

Your husband sighed, “Baby,” he called for you to come back, “I love you!” he yelled

After your lack of response he tried again, louder this time, “Y/N!”

You refused to answer again, making him run after you, he growled, “Hey! Share some chocolate!”

He’s already human tho tf yall talking abt

My take on human Gang Orca

This man has been living in my head rent free for a week now

Xksmxoan as always click for better quality bc Tumblr hates me

Day 5: Midoriya Izuku; Overstimulation

Kinktober Masterlist

WC: 671

A/N: wow I can’t believe I wrote two today to catch up. My whack school system is making me rly busy so I might not have a smooth Kinktober

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You panted as you pulled away from the kiss, Midoriya had gotten rid of his last article of clothing he had on. He was so touchy you were out of breath. He dipped his fingers between your folds, collecting your wetness and using it to rub on your clit. You let out another breathy moan as he rubbed it in quick circles. He inserted two digits in you just to see if you were ready. Deeming you were he pulled them out and wiped the slick off on the sheets. 

He rubbed his tip up and down your slit, lightly pressing it on your clit a times while he looked to your face for a sign you were ready. You nodded at him and he slowly entered you. You whimpered as he pushed in, fully in you. He let you adjust and started moving slowly. 

Your breathing became faster and a moan from you had him going faster. Your legs wrapped around his hips and you scratched at his back, not enough to make it bleed but it would leave temporary marking. He leaned down to connect your lips again, his pace getting quicker. 

He has hit the sweet spot in you and you squealed into his mouth. He adjusted his hips so he would keep hitting that spot, making your eyes roll back. He could feel you getting impossibly wetter, dripping on the sheets as you reached your climax. 

it had all unraveled when his fingers found your clit once again, messily pressing on it and rubbing it. You jerked around, your hands flying to grip the sheets. Your legs tightened around his hips and you came all over his member.

He groaned at how tight you got, going faster to reach his high, going at an inhuman speed. You held on, tears blurring your vision at the overstimulation at his continuous thrusting. You bit your lip so hard it bruised as a string of moans and squeals escaped you.

Before you both know it green sparks were seen and he drilled into you. You was going so fast and that along with the tears streaming down your eyes everything was blurry. White hot pleasure had hit you once again as your walls fluttered around his cock pathetically.

Without given a chance to get a break you reached your peak again. You were basically screaming as you clenched around him milking him as you came. He released in you, himself. Panting as his cock softened, he let himself relax before collecting his thoughts and rethinking what had happened.

He realized that One For All came out while he fucked you and your fucked out state as the quirk activated. 

He felt himself get hard again, you looking up at him with a questioning look. He smiled at you sheepishly before getting back up and started moving again. Your eyes widened as you felt the slightly painful motions he was making. He caressed your cheek and apologetically said, “One more, okay? Can you do it?”

You couldn’t say no to him so nodded, letting him activate his quirk purposefully. You winced, preparing for what was about to happened. The thought of him using his quirk in bed made you wet enough for him to thrust into you. 

He fucked you into the mattress, you interlocked your hand with him almost giving him another broken bone with how hard you held his hand. You reached your high quickly, not even that far into the fucking. Midoriya was sensitive as well, and along with how much tighter you felt around him. 

Soon enough you both orgasmed together, your lips melded together as you released around the same time. You felt his second load in you warm you up and he felt you gush around him. 

His thrusts soon slowed down. You both panted as he actually pulled out this time and plopped to your side. He gave you a warm smile as you felt how drained you were, curling up to his side.