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sluttyshima · 2 years

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In Excelsis

Content / Trigger Warnings: body image issues, mention of fatphobia and bullying, unprotected sex, oral sex, fingering, super soft dom, body worship, lots of praise, slight marking, light impact play, hint of overstimulation - overall it is very soft and loving sex

Characters: Tadashi Yamaguchi x chubby female reader

Words: ~3.4k

AN: Repost from my old account.

Tadashi has never once said anything to make you doubt his attraction for you. He has done nothing but sing your praises, even before the two of you started dating. Everything about you is perfect to him, and he reminds you of it often.

But that doesn’t stop you from staring at your own reflection with a critical eye.

You stand in front of the full-length mirror in your bedroom, clothed only in your undergarments. Pinching and poking at the softer parts of you, you frown with dissatisfaction. It’s no secret that you look nothing like the women you see in magazines or on television. You’re bigger than them, plush in places where society tells you that you should be trim.

Clothes don’t fit you the way that they fit the mannequins. Even garments that are tailored for people your size, are almost always modeled by a woman who is ‘acceptably’ plus-sized. The same dress that had smoothly accentuated the curves of the model on the website where you had bought it, clung to you in ways that caused your already fragile self esteem to plummet. You had been so excited to wear it, but now it lay discarded on the floor in front of you as tears wet your lashes.

“Hey, sweetheart, are you almost ready?” Even after over two years of dating, and three months of living together, Tadashi still maintained a few of his shy habits. He knocked on the door to your shared bedroom, politely warning you that he was coming in before doing so. “Wait, why aren’t you dressed?”

His eyes moved from you, to the dress at your feet. Expression softening, he sighed as he reached for you. His face joined yours in the mirror as his arms wrapped around your middle.

The way that his arms pressed into your plump stomach left you feeling embarrassed and exposed. Wasn’t he disgusted by the way your flesh squished beneath his hold? Even if he wasn’t, you certainly were.

You untangled yourself from his grasp and turned to face him. Tadashi was trying, unsuccessfully, to hide the hurt that he felt at your rejection. He seemed conflicted, wanting to help you but unsure of exactly how to do so. As always, he was overthinking, worrying about all of the ways that he could accidentally make the situation worse.

“The dress doesn’t fit right.”

It was a pitiful attempt at an explanation, but he understood. He knew. You had struggled with low self esteem long before ever meeting him. When the two of you had started getting closer, you had opened up to him about your experiences as a larger woman.

He had been stunned. Obviously he was no stranger to bullying, having gone through it himself. But what you went through on a daily basis was something else entirely. Fatphobia went so much deeper than mere taunting. It was a struggle simply for you to be taken seriously. No matter how active you are, people assume that you are lazy. Medical professionals ignore your symptoms, always wanting to try to blame everything on your weight.

Your past has taught you that the way you looked was wrong. Society made it clear that you were not going to be accepted, that you were not good enough. After years of this treatment, it was no wonder that you had such a warped opinion of yourself.

“We can find you something else to wear.” Tadashi reached for you, one hand slowly tracing the curve of your hip. “Or we can stay in, and I can spend the whole night showing you how stunning you are.”

Rolling your eyes, you try to ignore the involuntary reaction your body has to him. “You don’t have to lie to me. I have eyes, I know how I look.”

“I’m not lying, sweetheart.” His voice is small, sad. “You know that I think you’re perfect, right?”

“You didn’t find bigger women to be attractive before me,” you argued as you averted your eyes. “You’re seeing me through rose-colored glasses. If I were just a random person on the street, you wouldn’t spare me a second glance.”

He frowns. “What do you mean? I did spare you a second glance - and a third, and a fourth, and so on. Ever since I first saw you, I haven’t wanted to take my eyes off of you.” Pulling you in by your waist, he uses his free hand to cup your chin and gently tilt your face up to look him in the eye. “You were the most gorgeous woman that I had ever seen, and you’ve only become more beautiful since then.”

“Do you- do you really mean that?” You desperately want to believe him. But the doubts that are constantly swirling around in your mind make it difficult, near impossible. “You’re not just saying it to make me feel better?”

Tadashi leans close enough to rest his forehead against yours. “Of course I mean it, baby.” The hand at your waist squeezes slightly. “Let me show you. Please?”

The word ‘yes’ barely leaves your lips before they are covered by his. There’s a tenderness in the way that his mouth slots against yours. One hand guides your head to deepen the kiss while the other settles on your lower back to push your body flush against his. Your fingers tangle in his soft hair, tugging lightly the way that he likes.

A single kiss leaves both of you breathless, and you gasp when he pulls away for air. His face is already flushed, pink coloring the skin beneath his freckles. It’s never taken much to fluster him. You wonder if he’s just easily flustered, or if you have that effect on him.

You barely have a chance to catch your breath before Tadashi is on you again. This time, his lips stray from yours. He teasingly nibbles the chub of your cheek before trailing kisses down your jaw to your neck. His hands wander down to your ass, squeezing and kneading the supple flesh as he sucks and bites on your skin.

His mouth returns to yours as you begin fumbling with the buttons on his shirt. The way that he sucks your tongue into his mouth makes it difficult for you to concentrate, and the task takes much longer than it usually would. When you finally finish with the last button, he pulls away just long enough for you to push the shirt off his shoulders. He discards it quickly before returning to you with even more fervor.

Lost in the kiss, you don’t notice right away when he begins carefully walking you backwards towards the bed. You’re caught off guard when you feel the back of your legs press against the mattress. A yelp escapes you as you begin to fall backwards.

Tadashi simply laughs, following you down. He assists you in climbing further back onto the bed before he comes to hover over you. He keeps his weight off of you with a knee in between your legs and a hand on the side of your head. The other hand smoothes across the skin of your stomach, caressing you tenderly.

“I wish you could see how beautiful you look like this,” he mumbles as he pulls back to look at you. “God, you have no idea what you do to me.”

His touches become a bit rougher as his eyes darken with lust. He massages one breast through the cup of your bra. When you lift your upper body and unclasp the garment, he wastes no time in removing it, tossing it aside without care.

“You’ve got such perfect tits.”

Balancing on his knees now, he cups your breasts in his hands. His thumbs ghost over your nipples, which pebble beneath his touch. He groans at the sight. Ducking his head, he takes one perky bud between his lips and suckles. His tongue alternates between tracing circles around and flicking rapidly against it. He catches the other between thumb and forefinger, pinching lightly, and smiling at your resulting gasp.

The attention he lavishes upon your breasts is akin to worship. Mouth alternating from one to the other, he leaves your nipples sensitive and saliva slicked. Eventually his fingers take over, while his lips kiss, bite, and suck their way across your chest. Bruises color your skin, leaving a possessive display of blossoming purple.

“Dashi!” you squeal as he nips at one of the marks that has just been formed. Your fingers tangle in his hair, tugging lightly to get his attention.

“Sorry, gorgeous.” He apologizes with a soothing kiss to the sore spot. “You just look so good, it makes me go a little feral.”

Slowly, his attention begins to travel lower. His hands grasp at your plush stomach. The feeling of his warm, wet tongue traversing the soft rolls has you squirming. He is quick to hold you still with a hand on your hip, admonishing you with a gentle swat to your thigh. “Stay still baby, and let me enjoy you the way I want to.”

His command has liquid pooling between your thighs. But it’s more than just the physical sensation, or the display of dominance. What really turns you on is the way he truly seems to be enjoying himself. He appears to have already forgotten his original intention of proving something to you, as he instead becomes drunk off of your body. The proof of his own pleasure is in the small moans and grunts that leave his lips, and the way that he grinds his hips down against the mattress.

“Gotta taste you.” Tadashi’s voice takes on a slightly whiny tone as he slips his fingers beneath the elastic of your underwear. “Lemme take these off?”

You nod and lift your hips, allowing him to pull your panties down your legs. He stares at your exposed cunt reverently as he settles on his stomach. Squeezing the fat of your thighs, he brings your legs over his shoulders and turns his head to scatter kisses up and down your skin. Each time his mouth nears the spot where you need it most, he pulls away.

Patience wearing thin, you huff. “Stop teasing! Please!”

“Shh, baby,” he coos. His thumbs part your lower lips and he leans forward to sweetly kiss your clit. “I’m gonna make you feel so good, give this pretty pussy the attention it deserves. Promise.”

Flattening his tongue, he licks a stripe from your hole to your clit. Your eyes roll back as he buries his face between your legs. He’s sloppy, too captivated by the smell and taste of you to worry about the way the mixture of your juices and his saliva drips down the curve of your ass and soaks the sheets below.

The noises are obscene. Your cunt squelches as he begins to fuck you open with two fingers, lips smacking messily against your folds. While his moans are muffled, sending tingling vibrations straight to your core, yours are loud, unrestrained and desperate.

“Gonna cum!” You’re panting now, chest heaving as you lift your hips to grind against his face. “Fuck, Dashi, gonna- I’m- cumming!”

Your thighs clench tight around his head while you ride the waves of pleasure that are coursing through your body. His tongue slowly laps at your clit, fingers leisurely pumping in and out of you as he works you through your orgasm. When you finally manage to open your eyes, you watch as he pops the appendages in his mouth, eyes closed as one by one he sucks them clean and releases them with a small pop.

Tadashi takes his time kissing his way up your body. When his lips finally land on yours, his tongue immediately bullies its way into your mouth, allowing you to taste yourself on him. “See how sweet you are?” he mumbles into the kiss.

You’ve only just come down from your high, but he’s impatient. Hands smoothing up and down your trembling thighs, he pushes them apart so that he can settle his body between them. You can feel him pressing against you through his slacks, hard and ready. His eyes are glazed with pleasure and he whimpers softly with each needy roll of his hips.

“Fuck,” he groans against your lips before pulling back. He seems to tower over you as he sits back on his heels, gaze roving up and down your body. “Look at you, pretty girl. Jus’ seeing you laid out for me like this makes me so hard.”

He unbuttons his pants and shoves them down, kicking them off somewhere behind him. The sizable tent in his boxers is a temptation that you simply can’t resist. He hisses and throws his head back when you squeeze him through the fabric, slowly stroking from base to tip. Your eyes lock onto the slowly growing wet patch, unmistakable against the light colored underwear.

It’s not enough for you to feel his warmth through the clothing though. You pull them down, watching as his hardened cock slaps against his stomach. He’s a little above average length, but thicker than one would expect given his thinner frame. The tip is blushed pink and leaking, and you salivate at the sight.

Your grip tightens as you begin to pump his length more vigorously. Tadashi bites his lip, barely restraining his moans. His hips buck in time with your movements as you use his own pre as lubricant, hastening the rhythm at which you jerk him off.

“S-slow down, sweetheart,” he begs. “Gonna make me cum too quick if you keep doin’ that.”

But you have no intention of slowing. His expression, the little sounds he makes - all of it only encourages you to keep going. You want to see him come undone, lose himself to the pleasure.

“I said. Slow. Down.”

Hands grip your hips tightly enough to bruise. You instinctively let go of his cock in order to clutch at his wrists. It’s too late to stop him, though. He’s already moving, repositioning you so that you are now on your knees, ass in the air.

There’s a sudden, sharp, stinging pain as Tadashi brings his hand down on one of your cheeks and then the other. He’s quick to soothe the pain though, gently rubbing the heated skin and even bending down to press a kiss to the affected area.

“You gonna be good for me, now?” he asks. While one hand keeps a tight grip of your hip, the other smoothes down your back. His long, thin fingers wrap around the back of your neck and push you down so that your face is smushed into the pillows beneath you. He parts your legs with one of his, putting you in the perfect position for him.

For a moment he keeps you like that. You can practically feel his eyes boring into you. You’re sure that if you were able to look back at him, you would see him staring at the way your back is arched for him, your plump ass raised and on display, your glistening cunt just waiting for him.

Finally, you feel his hips come to meet yours. His hard cock grinds against your ass for a few seconds. He begins to glide through your slick, lubricating himself. When the blunt head catches against your clit, you keen and push back against him. He delivers another harsh slap to your ass, eyes narrowing as he watches the resulting jiggle.

“Gonna fuck this pretty little hole,” he says as he begins to prod against your entrance. “You want that, don’t you, baby?”

The feeling of his thick cock slowly pushing inside of you makes it nearly impossible to speak. You’re barely able to whimper out your approval as he begins to stretch you out. The feeling is indescribable, every vein rubbing deliciously against your gummy walls as he dregs in and out of you at a pace that leaves you desperate for more.

“God, sweetheart, you take me so well.” His body leans over yours, allowing him to leave sloppy kisses along your shoulders and the back of your neck. “Feel so good, squeezin’ me just right.”

As Tadashi begins to pick up speed, his hands roam over the expanse of your body. He reaches below you with one, greedily grabbing at your stomach and breasts. The other rests on your ass as he enjoys the way the fat ripples with each thrust.

“‘s too good!” His breath is hot against your ear as he presses his weight into you. “I’m not gonna last. You’re so good, so goddamn sexy, fuck!”

The noise of flesh against flesh is almost loud enough to drown out the sound of your joined moans as he sets a relentless pace. His balls slap against your clit as he pounds into you furiously. He’s lost in pleasure now, unable to think about anything but chasing his own release.

Suddenly he changes the angle, allowing him to hit a spot inside of you that has you seeing stars. You reach back, desperate for something to hold onto as you feel your second orgasm rapidly approaching. His fingers twine with yours, lips ghosting over the lobe of your ear as he whispers praises.

“So gorgeous like this,” he croons. “My perfect girl, with a perfect fuckin’ pussy. Just for me, all mine, right baby?”

His thrusts became sloppy. Free hand snaking between your legs, he rubs frantic circles on your clit. “Wan’ you to cum with me, can you do that? Come on, sweetheart, let go for me.”

At his command, the coil in your stomach tightens and then snaps. You chant his name over and over again like a prayer. Your whole body shakes from the intensity of your pleasure.

The feeling of your already tight walls clamping down on him is just what Tadashi needs to send him over the edge with you. His body practically collapses on top of yours as you feel his warm seed fill your spasming cunt. But he continues moving even after he’s been milked dry, humping into you and overstimulating himself until tears gather in his lashes.

“I don’t wanna stop,” he confesses. “Wanna keep fuckin’ you, pretty girl.”

“Dashi, s’too sensitive!” You whine in protest. “Please, I need a break!”

Reluctantly, he pulls his softening cock out of you and falls beside you on the bed. You can feel his release dribbling out of you and clench your thighs together in an attempt to keep from making more of a mess than you already have. Rolling over, you seek out the warmth of the man beside you.

Tadashi pulls you close, wrapping his arms around you and guiding your head to his chest. You can hear the rapid thudding of his heart, and listen as it begins to slow. Nuzzling close, you sigh happily at the contented feeling of being in your lover’s embrace.

“I don’t ever want you to doubt how beautiful you are,” he murmurs. Cupping your face in one hand, he gently pulls you up so that he can brush his lips against yours. “Every part of you is perfect, and it affects me in a way that no one else ever has, that no one else ever could. I want you, all of you.”

“But-”

“No buts.” He interrupts you before you even get the chance to argue. “Sweetheart, I love everything about you. I love the way that your eyes light up when you look at me.” He kisses your forehead. “I love how soft and warm your body feels against mine.” He kisses one cheek, and then the other. “And I love how much of you there is for me to love. Just wanna grab you and kiss you all over, all the time.” He finishes with a tender kiss to your lips.

You bury your face in his neck, hiding how emotional his sincere words have made you. He chuckles, playfully tickling your sides. “Don’t get all shy on me now, baby.”

A sudden pinch to your rear causes you to squeal and try to jerk away. But he catches you by the waist, pulling you so that you’re seated on top of him. To your surprise, he’s already hard again. He grasps your hips and guides you to grind against his length, pupils blown with desire.

“I’m not done showing you just how much your body turns me on.”

#tadashi yamaguchi #yamaguchi x reader #yamaguchi smut #haikyuu #chubby reader #haikyuu smut #haikyuu comfort #yamaguchi comfort #impact play tw #overstimulation tw #body image tw

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gemsofthegalaxy · 9 months

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Tom and Greg definitely invest in a really nice, luxurious spanking bench. Despite this they end up bending Greg over Tom's home office desk like 80% of the time

#tomgreg #impact play tw #i guess lmao

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sunricecake · 2 years

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💭 brat tamer yelena having enough of your attitude

warnings: impact play, degradation, dom/sub dynamics

brat tamer yelena who spits out the snarkiest comments, never holding back when putting you in your place. if she thinks you're being a whiny bitch, she'll spit it to your face and will be very mean about it. she drills it into your pretty little head with each thrust, bucking her hips hard enough to make it hurt, to make sure you remember what happens when you act that way. “you wanna act like a bitch? then you're getting fucked like one.”

brat tamer yelena who makes you count each firm slap landing on your ass, running her hands over the red marks and welts left behind on your skin as you whimper out the numbers. “put that mouth to good use and count it for me, slut.” who punishes you harder when she sees the way your empty pussy throbs with each hit. this wasn't supposed to be enjoyable for you, this was her putting you in your place. if she can't teach a brat like you to be pliable and submissive, obedient to her every command, then what kind of master would she be?

brat tamer yelena who doesn't stop until you're absolutely spent — mouth spilling out with nothing but incoherent mumbles and whimpers, tears all dried up on your fucked out face, your pretty hole gushing out onto the mattress, body reduced to a quivering mess. yelena has a firm hand. to her, disciplining you isn't something to be taken lightly, and she'll enforce severe punishment when she sees fit.

#rmb that 'i love u bcs im abt to fuck u like i dont' post #its literslly yelena #and it lives in my head rent free #impact play tw #degradation tw #aot drabbles #aot x reader smut #yelena x reader #yelena x you #aot smut #aot thirts #yelena thirsts #cream pie 🎀

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lilaxwinemoved · 1 year

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@polyphagist || Nsfw/Smut Emoji Prompts

🔪 🙈 🍪 👄 (a few for Kieran!)

🔪 dangerous headcanon

Kieran is into edgeplay in multiple forms. Knives, choking, bloodplay, gunplay, and impact play.

🙈 something they’re shy about asking for

There's nothing in particular that he's shy about asking for during sex. However, depending on the manner of the encounter, he can be shy about asking for intimacy after sex.

🍪 an after sex snack

After sex he wants something sweet, grilled cheese, or whatever looks good on a food delivery app.

👄 making out headcanon

Kieran is rowdy. Fights with him can turn into heated make-out sessions in the blink of an eye. In a similar vein, he kisses with teeth, and he also bites.

#( kieran. two big hands & a heart pumping blood )#( suggestive. something something devouring flesh )#( polyphagist )#( thank you! )#gun tw #gunplay tw #knifeplay tw #impact play tw #choking tw

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ifidiedinadream · 1 month

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I really want to have my cunt spanked by Tommi so badly, not as a punishment but simply because it’s what he wants for me. I want him to force my legs apart and spank my cunt over and over until i’m crying and begging him to stop because it’s gotten all puffy and swollen, but instead of stopping he justs laughs and tells me if I really wanted him to stop, my cunt wouldn’t be soaked.

HI. HELLO ANON

#fantasies #fave #cnc tw #consensual non consent tw #impact play tw

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rafeysdoll · 11 days

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“do you still like me?” you sniffle, looking at your boyfriend pitifully. deep frown tugged on your lips at the burning sensation on your butt, having been on the receiving end of rafe’s punishing hand.

you were a good girl— really. but of course, like any other.. you had your days. times where you were too stubborn or too whiny for him to just let slide.

“i love you, baby. you jus’ piss me off when you think you know better than what i tell you.” he calmly confesses, rubbing over your red bum. “really pisses me off when my girl that i know i taught well acts clueless.”

you whimper at his words, black mascara induced tears dripping down your face— ruining your blush. “said i was sorry daddy!” you whine, reaching for his hand and holding it with your own two.

he only hums, his indifference to your pleading poking at your esteem.

he sighs before he licks his lips, smacking them. “y’know how to make it up to me, don’t you?” he questions, blue irises filled with lust.

you nod eagerly, relaxing immediately at his offer of chance to forgive you. “of course,” you submit, moving off his lap to get on your knees in front of him.

you hope your nose touching against his pelvic bone as drool falls down your chin, cock being pushed all the way to the back to your throat makes up for your rebellion.

click here for a gif to get an illustration of rafe spanking u ^_^

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saintanjiro · 1 year

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I groaned and slapped you across the face, not that hard but hard enough to make tears well up in your eyes. “Listen up and listen good, okay? I’m paying you a lot of money, just to sit here and shut up while I use that cunt, that’s it. So shut up and earn that money.”

I spread your legs once again and before you could protest, I pushed myself into you, not even giving you time to adjust before I fed you deep and rough strokes.

I didn't even see it coming. So when the impact comes, I'm petrified in place. The slap doesn't take long to sting, pain and humiliation making tears gather at my lashline.

But I refused to let a stranger see me cry.

So I let him have his way with me — in a sense, he was right. This is what I get paid for. I inhale sharply when he pushes in, his size making me stretch dramatically without any time to adjust. while he fucks my cunt over and over, my lips press together and with one of my fists I grip the silky sheets, refusing to even let any sound to slip past my lips. Just a glare that buries holes through his face.

Today, I learned my hatred has name and a face: Eren Jaeger.

#✞; el bagdad.#eren.💚#impact play tw #PLS GNASDJ I GOT CARRIED AWAY I LOVE ENEMIES TO LOVERS TOO MUCH

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sluttyshima · 1 year

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Electric Love

Warnings: slight angst (with a happy ending), fingering, unprotected sex, oral sex (female receiving), overstimulation, quirk play, electrostimulation, biting

Characters: Denki Kaminari x female reader

Words: ~4.1k

AN: repost of a request from my old account.

pspsps @leechlips this one too

“Kami, stop!”

Your arms were wrapped tightly around Kaminari’s neck in a death grip, while his kept your thighs trapped against his hips. Despite the extra weight on his back, he seemed to have no problem sprinting forward at top speed. When you had asked him for a piggyback ride, this was not what you had been expecting.

“You’re gonna get us kicked out!” you tried to talk some sense into the blonde male. When that didn’t work, you switched to threats. “So help me, Denki Kaminari, if you don’t stop running right now I’ll never go out in public with you again!”

That seemed to work, as he finally screeched to a halt. Your legs were wobbly as you hopped off his back, but he had anticipated this. Turning quickly, he grabbed both of your arms, guiding your hands to his shoulders so that you could use him to help balance yourself. Steady and dependable, like always.

Golden eyes sparkled with mirth, even as he pushed his lower lip out in a pout. “You wouldn’t really stop coming with me, would ya? Who else would help me pick out the perfect outfits, or buy me Cinnabon?”

“Ah, ah, ah,” you scolded, wagging your finger in his face. “I know exactly what you’re doing, and I’m not falling for it. We both know that it’s your turn to pay for snacks.”

Kaminari tries to look innocent as he blinks down at you. “Oh, is it? I can’t quite seem to remember. I’m pretty sure that I bought us something last time…”

The playful argument continued as the two of you walked towards the food court of the mall. This was such a common occurrence that you practically had the argument memorized by now. At least once a week, the two of you would come here. Sometimes you would just window shop, sometimes one of you actually needed to buy something. But every single time, the two of you would end up sharing snacks at the food court. And every single time, Kaminari would try to insist that he had paid last time, even though you distinctly remembered paying.

“I’m gonna start keeping my receipts just to prove you wrong,” you groaned as you stepped to the cashier and handed over some cash. “This is the last time you get me to pay when it’s your turn, Kami. Got it?”

But when you turned, the blonde was completely ignoring you. His attention was focused on the sweet, sticky treat he held. You could practically see his pupils becoming heart-shaped as he made a beeline towards an empty table so that he could start eating. Rolling your eyes, you collected your change before following.

Why did you love him again? He could be so childish sometimes, despite the fact that the two of you had graduated high school a few years ago. Sometimes his jokes rubbed you the wrong way. The two of you had engaged in a screaming match that ended in you parting ways on bad terms more than once. Yet you always seemed to find your way back to each other. And each time, it seemed as if the conflict had only strengthened your friendship.

Friendship.

It was so cliche, falling in love with your best friend. But that hadn’t stopped it from happening. It didn’t keep your heart from beating faster whenever he gave you that crooked grin. Didn’t stop you from feeling a jolt of electricity that had nothing to do with his quirk whenever he touched you.

Sometimes, you could almost imagine that he felt the same way about you. The way he would hold your hand sometimes to keep you from getting lost in a crowd. Or how he would always drape his arm over your shoulders and let you snuggle into his side during movie nights with the rest of the squad. Those were all things that a boyfriend might do with his girlfriend, right?

“Hey, why are you just standing there?” Kaminari’s voice was slightly garbled from the large bite of food he was currently chewing. At least he had the decency to swallow before talking again. “If you don’t hurry, there’s not gonna be any left for you.”

Snapping out of your thoughts, you hurried forward to slide into the seat across from the blonde. You were happy to see that he had saved you half of the treat despite his threat. Before you could even open your mouth, he was holding his fork towards you, offering you a bite. Without thinking, you leaned forward and let him feed you.

The sound of a high-pitched squeal coming from far too close caused you to wince. A glance to the side revealed three young women, perhaps a year or two younger than you. They kept glancing between you and the man across from you.

“Oh my god, you’re Chargebolt, right?” One of the girls, a brunette, stepped forward. “Oh wow, you’re even cuter in person! Is this your girlfriend?”

Immediately you feel a tightening in your chest. You wanted to run away, to get out of earshot. You didn’t want to hear Kaminari’s reply. But you also didn’t want to draw any unnecessary attention to yourself, so you remained frozen in place.

“No way,” the hero chuckles, waving his hands. “This girl is way too good for a doofus like me, obviously. I’m just lucky to have her as my best friend!”

His teasing hurts. How can he say that so casually when it’s clearly the other way around? He is far too good for you. He’s a strong, up and coming pro-hero. And a popular one too, if the longing glances and lingering touches from these fans are any indication.

You hate how they fawn all over him, one of them even going so far as to hold his arm as she gushes about how strong he must be. Silently wishing that he would shove her away, you are instead forced to watch as he leans into her touch, flirting openly.

And why wouldn’t he? He’s always been a notorious flirt, and it’s clear that he enjoys basking in the adoration of his fans. It doesn’t hurt that these particular fans are young and attractive.

The anger inside of you is beginning to reach a boiling point. You shove your seat backwards and stand. “I’m, um, not feeling well. I think I should just head home. I’ll see you later, Kami.”

He steps towards you, a look of concern on his face. “Hey, are you okay? Do you need me to give you a ride home?”

“Nah, I’m fine,” you wave one hand dismissively. “It’s probably just the Cinnabon disagreeing with me today. I’ll just take the subway home like always.”

Kaminari doesn’t seem convinced. He appears conflicted, chewing his bottom lip as his brows furrow thoughtfully. But in the end, he sighs and nods. “Okay. Just be careful on your way home. And text me when you get there, please?”

Knowing that any words you try to say will come out choked, you simply nod in response. As the tears begin to prick at the corners of your eyes, you quickly turn before he can see them. You can feel his gaze boring into your back, but you continue to stare straight ahead as you briskly walk away.

By the time you make it home, your jealousy has faded into disgust - not for Kaminari or his fans, but for yourself. It seems so pathetic to get upset over something so small. Then again, you know that your reaction isn’t just due to this one incident.

You’ve been bottling up your feelings for years now. Somehow you had managed to convince yourself that you could keep them hidden forever. Or maybe you hoped that they would simply go away on their own if left alone for long enough. Instead, you were falling more and more in love with him every day.

And it hurt so, so badly.

At least now that you were home, you were free to lament your unrequited love in peace. Changing into a cozy pair of sweatpants and a baggy shirt, you headed to the bathroom to remove your makeup. Once you were comfortable, you grabbed a pint of your favorite flavor of ice cream from the freezer and a spoon, before plopping down on the couch and turning on your favorite comfort show.

You were about halfway through the pint when you heard a buzz indicating that someone was at your door. Reluctantly setting down your frozen snack, you walked over to peer out the peephole of your door. A familiar shock of blonde hair caused your stomach to do somersaults.

“Kami?” You opened the door, but just enough to peer at him through the crack. “What are you doing here?”

He grins at you, holding out a plastic bag. “I brought you some medicine. I wasn’t sure what kind to get - those labels are so confusing, and a lot of them look exactly the same - so I got a few different ones.” This time he holds up the other bag, as he adds, “I also got you some chicken noodle soup. I’m not sure how much it will help in this situation, but I figured it couldn’t hurt!”

The sweet gesture has you melting. This is why you love him, you think. As immature and chaotic as he can be, he has a nurturing side of him that comes out whenever a friend is in need. His strong desire to protect and care for others is what made him a great hero, not his handsome appearance or his flashy quirk.

You can’t just turn him away after he came all this way to bring you medicine. Opening the door, you step back and gesture for him to enter. He happily obeys, setting the grocery bags on your dining room table before turning back to face you.

“How are you feeling?” The back of his hand presses against your forehead, and you stiffen. “You do feel a little warm,” he says with a frown. If only he knew the real reason for the sudden rush of heat to your face. “I’ll stay here with you until you’re feeling better. Just call me Dr. Kaminari!”

The blonde looks at you, and immediately his playful grin turns to a horrified expression as he sees the tears streaming down your face. “Wha- hey, what’s wrong?” He grabs your upper arms frantically. “Are you in pain? Should I call an ambulance?”

“Please, just stop,” you barely manage to choke out the words. It’s like something inside of you snaps, and suddenly the truth is spilling from your lips before you can consider the consequences of your actions. “I’m not sick, Kami. I just want you so badly it hurts, and I can’t keep lying to myself any longer.”

He blinks once, and then twice. “I… I don’t understand.” The words come out slowly, as if he’s unsure of them. “What are you trying to-”

“I love you, Denki Kaminari.”

There. You’ve finally said it, the three words that will probably ruin your friendship forever. And now that it’s already been said, you might as well keep going.

“I’ve loved you for years,” you whisper. “I’ve done everything I could to try to stop, but nothing worked. I want to be your friend, I swear I do. But it’s just too hard to keep hiding these feelings from you.”

Kaminari’s hands drop from your arms. This is it, you think. He’s going to leave, and he’ll probably never speak to you again. All because you had to go and fall in love.

But then you feel calloused fingers tilting your head up so that he can look you in the eye. His thumbs brush the tears from your cheeks, his touch gentle. When you look at his face, you’re shocked to find him practically beaming.

“I love you too.”

It feels as if your heart has stopped beating as you hear the words that you’ve dreamed of over a thousand times. This has to be a dream, or a hallucination. There’s no way that Denki Kaminari could actually love you back. Is there?

“I know that I’m pretty stupid most of the time,” he rubs at the back of his neck shyly. “And I can be really annoying and childish sometimes. But if you’ll have me-”

You’re moving before you can think. One hand tangling in his hair and the other flat against his chest as your lips crash against his. He doesn’t miss a beat, arms encircling you and pulling you flush against his body. His tongue traces your lower lip as he walks you backwards until your back touches the wall behind you. While he balances himself with one hand on the wall beside your head, his other hand slips beneath the hem of your shirt to grip the bare skin of your waist.

“Kami!” you gasp, pulling away slightly. All you’ve done is kissed, and already you’re panting, chest heaving. You’ve imagined this so many times, but none of your wildest dreams could conjure up the soft warmth of his lips on yours, the hard planes of his muscle beneath your palm.

His hand that was on the wall grips your jaw, sending a shiver down your spine. “It’s Denki,” he speaks in a husky whisper. His forehead presses against yours, and you can feel his hot breath fanning against your face. “I don’t want to move too fast, but fuck, I’ve wanted you for so long,” he admits. “Tell me to stop and I will.”

“Don’t stop,” you command.

The sound he makes is almost a growl as his mouth presses to yours once more. When you feel his tongue prodding at your lips, you allow him entry. It feels like your entire body is on fire as the hot muscle massages against your own.

“You have no idea how many times I’ve thought about this,” he rasps. The open mouthed kisses he begins to trail down your neck elicit a moan from you, and you can feel him smiling against your skin. “How many times I’ve fucked my hand as I wondered how you would feel, how you would taste.”

Your mind is beginning to become hazy with lust. But you have just enough sense left to gently push him back. Hand wrapping around his, you tug him down the hallway. “Bedroom,” you explain. “We’ll be more comfortable.”

As soon as the two of you step foot in your room, he’s on you again. He’s grabbing handfuls of your ass, palming your breasts through your clothes. His hands are everywhere, tongue laving against the skin just above your collarbone as he alternates kissing, sucking, and licking.

When you tug at the hem of his shirt, he disconnects long enough to hastily yank the fabric off. Your shirt soon follows, and then your pants as well as his. You can feel his hands fumbling at the clasp of your bra, and he curses softly as he struggles.

You giggle, grabbing his hands to stop him. “Here, let me.” He blushes slightly, but stands back and watches as it takes you two seconds to undo the clasps that he had spent at least half a minute trying to figure out.

For a moment, he huffs in embarrassment. “It’s not my fault,” he insists. “You have so much more practice, and-”

His words halt as you allow your bra to fall to the floor, exposing your chest to him. You can see his adam’s apple bob as he gulps, taking in the sight in front of him. “You’re so beautiful,” he says, almost reverently.

Before you have the chance to respond, Kaminari’s hands are hooking beneath your thighs to lift you up. As your legs wrap around his waist, he buries his face in your chest. Soon, he is covering every inch of skin that he can reach with hot, wet kisses. You moan as he circles one pebbled nipple with his tongue, flicking it a few times before finally closing his mouth around it and suckling. After a moment, he switches to the other nipple, giving it the same attention as the first.

His touch is all you can focus on. You hardly register the feeling of falling backwards until your body lands on the bed, bouncing slightly. The blonde follows you down, mouth never leaving your skin as he seems determined to taste every inch of your chest.

But he doesn’t stop there. Soon his kisses are trailing down your stomach, and suddenly he’s positioned between your legs. He nips at your inner thigh without warning, causing you to squeal in surprise. Grinning up at you, he soothes the area with his tongue before sucking a dark mark into your skin. Once he has left behind almost half a dozen purple bruises on your skin, he switches to the other thigh to repeat the process.

Your fingers tangle in his blonde locks, trying to pull him up to the spot where you need him most. Your neglected cunt is aching with need, the fabric between your legs soaked with your desire for him. “Denki, please!”

“Aw, what’s wrong pretty girl?” His hands hook beneath the elastic of your underwear, and you lift your lower body allowing him to pull them off. “You already that needy for me, huh?” He chuckles, but it’s quickly cut off by a groan as he uses one finger to play with your slick. “Fuck, you’re so wet. Wanna taste it…”

Spreading you apart with his thumbs, Kaminari flattens his tongue and licks a thick stripe up your slit. The sounds of pleasure you make encourage him as he begins to circle your clit with his tongue, flicking the sensitive bundle of nerves until you’re writhing beneath him. When the wet muscle prods at your tight hole, you begin to buck up towards his face, wanting to feel more.

“Tastes so good.” The words vibrate against you, sending a rush of heat straight to your core. His nose nudges against your clit as he fucks you with his tongue, and already you’re beginning to feel the coil in your stomach tightening.

He notices too. “You gonna cum on this tongue baby?” One of his thumbs begins to rub against your clit. Right as he gives the command, you feel a small jolt of electricity straight to your most sensitive spot.

“Cum for me.”

The coil snaps and your vision goes white as you keen his name. Overwhelmed by the pleasure, you hardly notice as Kaminari grabs your legs to keep them spread when you arch your back off of the bed. He lets out a moan of his own as he savors the juices gushing out of you.

As you finally come down from your high, the feeling of his mouth becomes too much. You let out a whine, trying to pull away. But he simply growls, holding you still as he continues his assault on your overstimulated sex.

“D-denki!” you gasp. “Please, ‘s too much.” Your body feels as if it’s crackling with electricity. Your begging becomes incoherent babbling when he pushes two long, slender fingers inside of you. He scissors them for a while, stretching you out. Then he curls them upwards, allowing the calloused pads to stroke against that sweet spot inside of you. Your mind becomes hazy with pleasure, and just when you think it can’t get any better he wraps his lips around your clit and sucks it into his mouth.

Your second orgasm tears through you without warning, so much more intense than the first. Kaminari’s quiet curses as you soak his fingers, hand, and face in your release are completely drowned out by the lewd sounds pouring from your own lips.

The blonde continues to pump his fingers in and out of you, prolonging your bliss for as long as possible. You shudder as he finally removes them, only to pop them into his mouth. His yellow eyes close as he sucks the appendages, completely cleaning them of every last trace of your essence.

“You’re doing so well, baby,” he praises. His body settles on top of yours, lips trailing feather light kisses along your face. “Are you okay to keep going? We can stop now if you want.”

But you know that he doesn’t want to stop. His erection is straining against the fabric of his boxers; you can feel it pressing against you. You know that by now, he must be dying for a release of his own, and you’re determined to give him what he wants.

“No, please,” your arms lock around his neck, fingernails gently scraping against the skin at his hairline. “I want you to fuck me, Denki. I need it.”

Those words are the only encouragement he needs. He scrambles out of his boxers, and you bite your lower lip as you watch his cock spring free. It’s of average girth but longer than you had expected, with a prominent vein along one side. The tip is a bright pink and leaking pre, which he spreads along his length as he pumps his fist up and down it a few times in preparation.

“You ready?” He waits for you to nod before settling himself between your legs. His nose brushes against yours as you feel his cockhead prodding at your entrance. “I love you,” he whispers, so softly that you think you might have imagined it. And then all thoughts abandon you as he begins slowly pushing inside of you.

The sound that he makes when he finally bottoms out is half moan, half whine. He’s so long, you swear you can feel the tip bruising your cervix. But you want this, you want him, so you lock your ankles around his waist, encouraging him to move.

A hiss of air escapes your lips as Kaminari’s length drags across your gummy walls, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back into you. There’s a dull sense of pain, but it’s swallowed by the pleasure as he continues moving. At first, his thrusts are messy and untimed, but he quickly finds a good rhythm and sets a steady pace.

“Fuck, it feels so good,” he slurs as he snaps his hips against yours. “So perfect, like this pussy was made for me.” His fingers dig into your hips as he stares down at your face with a look of complete and utter adoration. “I can’t believe you’re actually mine.”

Your nails dig into his back as you try to pull him impossibly closer. “I’ve always been yours,” you breathe. “It’s only ever been you.”

The way his thick cockhead catches on your velvety walls has your eyes rolling back in your head. And then when he changes his angle, now pounding directly into your g-spot, you feel the pleasure building up once again. “Ah! Denki, ‘m so close!”

His thrusts become faster as he chases his own high as well as yours. “Cum for me, baby. Cum on my cock, oh, fuck!”

Your walls clench around him as your body shakes from the force of your third orgasm. Only seconds later his movements stutter, as he spurts thick ropes of cum deep inside of you. You can feel it spilling out of your hole when he removes his softening member, hot and sticky as it pools between your thighs.

Kaminari becomes deadweight on top of you as he goes limp, his weight pressing you into the mattress beneath you. You gently nudge him, trying to push him off of you. But he whines and buries his face in your chest, peppering kisses on the skin there.

Chuckling softly, you stroke a hand through his hair, pushing back a few blonde strands that have fallen out of place. “Baby, you gotta let me up,” you insist. “I need to use the bathroom, and both of us should get cleaned up.”

The male simply nuzzles closer. “Not yet,” he mumbles into the space between your breasts. “Jus’ let me stay here for a while.” Tilting his head, he looks up at you with wide amber eyes, pleading. “Please? ‘m scared that if I let you go now, I’ll wake up from this dream and realize that none of it was real.” His expression reflects the same insecurities that you yourself feel.

“Denki,” you say his name softly as you wrap your arms around him. “I’m right here, and I’m not going anywhere. My love for you is real, and I’ll prove it to you over and over again if I have to.”

Face lighting up in a smile, he adjusts his position so that he can press his forehead against yours. “I love you too,” he murmurs the words against your lips. “And I’m gonna spend the rest of my life making you happy.” One hand cups the side of your face as his mouth brushes against yours. It’s a sweet, tender kiss, filled with the promise of many more to come.

#denki kaminari #kaminari x reader #kaminari smut #bnha #mha #impact play tw #electrostimulation tw

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Sunshine!Reader just adores rafe. like i imagine she’s a friend of sarah who has always had a crush on her cool older brother, following him around and watching his every move cs she’s so obsessed with him x rafe who is nonchalant at his very core & basically just ignores her presence even when she’s practically hanging off his arm & living in his skin. “Why is it that everytime i turn around, you’re there?” he just raises his eyebrow at her. “i’m not your friend, kid.” - 🍄

no bc im salivating …….. hang on let me cook

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sunshine!reader who’s always at the cameron home because her home life is bad— more specifically, daddy issues !! it’s a wonder how you’re so sweet n happy toward the people around you when you’re being treated so poorly!

you follow rafe around like a lost puppy, because duh — his nonchalance hurts you in all the right ways that just makes you crave his attention more, a product of your bad relationship with your father. you’re over at tannyhill more and more, increasingly without sarah being there as she starts a life with the pogues— but you don’t mind, happy anywhere as long as you’re not at home.

“are you goin’ anywhere today rafe? can i come?” you seemingly pop out of nowhere in the kitchen, startling him as he closes the fridge— clutching his chest for effect.

“jesus, why is it everytime i turn around you’re there? ‘you ever go n’hang around at your own house or what?” he busies himself, carrying a carton of juice in one hand and moving you out the way with the other as he passes.

“i prefer to be here! hanging out with you!” you chirp and he stops in the doorway, turning to look at you.

“kid, i’m not your friend. a’ight?” he drawls before heading out, the same time his father is entering the room. ward sends you a sympathetic look before he’s trailing after rafe.

“son you gotta be nice to the girl. i didn’t raise you like that.” he nags, speeding up to walk in time with the younger man.

“why? she’s practically living rent free here, should be able to talk to her how i want.” rafe complains, uncapping the carton and taking a swig.

“her home life, it’s not great.” he lowers his voice, swivelling his head round to make sure you weren’t lurking. “she’s — she’s sarah’s friend. i’m taking pity on her, think her dad doesn’t treat her all too well.” he rambles and rafes movements slow to stop, eyes trailing up to meet his fathers, suddenly attentive.

“huh.” he speaks, sinister intrigue occupying his gaze which his father barely picked up on. he continued speaking but rafe had heard all he needed to hear, concocting ways to use this to his advantage.

the opportunity presented itself sooner than he was expecting once he’d got you backed up against the wall in the hallway a few days later, practically pinning you there.

“you— you know it’s time you start respecting me if you wanna be hangin’ out around here. especially now my dads on his trip. i’m older than you, the man of the house now and — and that means you answer to me.” he drawls, quiet and intimate— so close his breath warms your face as you blink up at him.

“i do listen to you rafe.” you chime, losing a little bit of pep in your step under his intimidating gaze. you knew something was up, but you couldn’t help but melt — finally feeling like rafe gave a shit about you. that he was going to save you.

“wanna see you actin’ like it from now on… you know i realised,” his finger comes to his temple, lightly tapping. “you’re missin’ something. someone to guide you. an authority figure… ‘nd it must be your lucky day ‘cus i can be just that. you’ll… be in good hands.” he now drags his finger lightly down the side of your face, scooping round to beneath your chin to lift it.

“i thought you said you didn’t wanna be my friend.” you whisper, eyes flickering between his mouth and his eyes, the proximity tempting.

“didn’t say we would be friends… i was thinking something a little more… hands on.” his drops his voice to a mere whisper, hovering his lips right over yours. you give in to the urge, craning up and pressing your lips against his, which he lets slide for maybe two seconds — before drawing back and slapping you, grabbing your jaw instantly to bring your gaze back.

you gasp, tears springing to your eyes, usual smile wiped from your expression even more so now. “you don’t… you don’t do that without my permission. alright? i said you answer to me now.” he grits his teeth, squeezing your jaw just a little harder making your brows furrow in fear.

he ends up not being too mean on you, especially when you’re later cumming around his cock, the oldest cameron forcing you to call him ‘dad’ whilst you do so.

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#🍄 anon #rafe cameron prompt #tw impact play #tw fauxcest #kind of

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