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frickingnerd · 11 months

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being in a poly relationship with mirko and lady nagant

pairing: mirko/rumi usagiyama x gn!reader x lady nagant/kaina tsutsumi

tags: polyamorous relationship, hero / villain dynamic, fluff

lady nagant and you were colleagues and you two met long before you got to know mirko

you two were happy and in love back then and you really thought you'd end up marrying kaina one day

but then she snapped, wasn't able to endure all the pain her work caused and ended up being thrown into tartarus

a few years later you met rumi aka. mirko, a new hero that you worked along side and quickly build a close relationship with

you still weren't fully over kaina when you started dating rumi, but you assumed it would just happen eventually

beside, she was in the most secure prison japans, so you'd never get to see her again… right?

wrong! a few years later, the prisoners of tartarus fled – along them your first love, kaina

you were one of the first ones to start looking for her, together with mirko, who knew how hard it would be for you to see her again

instead, lady nagant crossed paths with hawks and deku first, with you only getting to meet her again when she was brought into a hospital after severe injuries that almost killed her

it took a while for kaina to get better again – not just physically, but also mentally. yet you were beside her every step of the way. and so was rumi!

your girlfriend knew how much your ex still meant to you and she wasn't the jealous type

even when you confessed to her that you still hadn't gotten over kaina and that you still had feelings for her, mirko encouraged you to tell her about it

if everything would go well, you'd get to be with kaina and rumi. and things did go well!

both of them were important people in your life that you couldn't live without!

they were aware of it and they didn't mind having to 'share you' with someone else

rumi had heard a lot about kaina since she started dating you and kaina learned about rumi during her time at the hospital

the two girls slowly got closer as well over time, realizing they weren't so different and that they had a few things in common, aside from you

but being your girlfriends was a good bonding point for the beginning

after a while, the relationship started to feel more and more natural. you started getting used to your situation and it started to feel like it was meant to be this way

you couldn't imagine your life without the two of them anymore

and neither could they!

without you, kaina wouldn't have been able to recover. you were able to accept her flaws and support her as she tried to get better again

and rumi fell in love with you even more, seeing how kindly you treated kaina, someone who had been through so much and yet still received nothing but kindness from you…

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heyiwrotesomethings · 1 year

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lady nagant x female reader

lady killed a target and got spotted by R who instead of calling for help starting clapping and smirking 😏. When the cops asked her who did it she just said she didn't know anyone that wOulD dO sUcH a tHiNg

then nagant tracked R down and broke into her house to ask about her actions.

friends who became lOveRs hehe byee

The Victims of Heroes

Kaina Tsutsumi (Lady Nagant) x She/Her Reader

A/N: Thank you for the excuse to try to write for Lady Nagant again. I tried two other times and both turned out bad, so I’m glad I’m finally getting a fic out for her. Warning: Brief allusion to reader’s father attempting s*icide because of the work the Hero Commission made him do. Word Count: 2,134

Kaina had to take the shot.

A very influential Hero Commission sponsored politician was running for governor of the Greater Tokyo Area. Though not public information, his plans would include creating a special task force to search for more children with outstanding quirks to begin their hero training at a criminally early age.

Kaina couldn’t allow that to happen, to have those poor, starry-eyed children’s hands be covered in blood like her own. It was difficult to move freely after killing that Hero Commission Chairman a few months ago, but she would do what had to be done.

Heroes were vigilant, searching for her to lock her up for her traitorous crime, and with the politician’s election campaign gaining traction, his security only grew tighter. Kaina became more anxious as Election Day closed in, but as fate would have it, she found her opening late one night when the self-proclaimed ‘family man’ snuck out for the company of someone other than his wife.

She watched him trail a woman on the street and when he caught up to her, he flashed her an obscene amount of cash. Kaina waited for the woman to pocket the money at least. Perhaps she could afford a therapist with it, she mused, before aiming her rifle at the man and taking the shot.

No wind, no obstacles, no moving target, she might as well have had shot him at point blank instead of the roof of a nearby convenience store. He fell into the gutter like a sack of potatoes.

Kaina expected the woman to scream, but she seemed eerily calm. She blinked, then looked up, somehow spotting Kaina right away. She was no average citizen to parse out the trajectory of a bullet that quickly. Kaina stood frozen as the woman sent her a smile accompanying with a little wave then a light golf-clap.

“You might want to make yourself scarce, Lady Nagant.” She called out, though her voice did not carry too far, “I’m going to need to put on a show here, you understand.”

Kaina slowly backed away from the edge of the roof and as the woman fell away from her line of sight, she heard a scream.

“Oh my god! Someone help! Call 119!”

Too curious for her own good, Kaina hopped a few rooftops down to continue to watch the show. She observed the once nearly empty street roar to life as police cars, ambulances and nosey neighbors flooded the street with light and sound.

“My god, it’s governor candidate Sato!” A police man gasped, “Ma’am, did you see this happen? Did you see anyone suspicious?”

The woman continued to sob as she spoke, “I-I just needed a few things at the convenience store and— and he was laying there when I came out! I just, I don’t know why anyone would do such a awful thing!” She wailed.

Kaina watched on as the officer tried to comfort the woman, her mind filled with questions. Why was this woman helping her get away with murder? They would know it was her soon enough once they found her signature bullet lodged in the politician’s head, but with this woman’s show of hysterics, the police and emergency personnel were all scatterbrained and not following any protocols.

“Let’s get you out of here ma’am. Can I drive you home?” The police officer asked.

The woman shook her head, “I live in that apartment building right there, but if you could walk me in, I would be so thankful. I’ve never been more frightened in my life.”

Kaina watched the officer lead the woman inside before making herself scarce until the chaos winded down in the early hours of the morning. She wanted answers.

It took a little snooping into the apartment records to find the right number, but she found it and climbed a couple stories up to the woman’s balcony and slipped through her unlocked sliding glass door, flinching when a lamp clicked on as soon as she slid the door behind her.

“I was starting to think you wouldn’t come.” The woman yawned, leaning further back into her cozy chair, crossing one leg over the other.

“Who are you?” Kaina demanded, “Why didn’t you tell them what really happened?”

“My name is (L/n) (Y/n),” she decided to uncross her legs and stand up for a more proper introduction, “And I didn’t give you away, because I believe you did the right thing.”

Kaina was skeptical. All the news stations could talk about was how much of a traitor she was. The Commission paid through the nose to leave no doubt in the public’s mind that she was the enemy, so how did (Y/n) come to that conclusion?

“My father was recruited by the commission when he was five years old. He did the same kind of work for them that you did, wiping out troublesome undesirables. It really messed with his head. Except, instead of taking it out on the people who raised him to do those things, he took it out on himself. I’ll never forgive the Hero Commission for what they did to him.”

“I’m sorry.” Kaina rubbed the back of her neck. That would explain it, wouldn’t it? No one truly understood the horrors of working for the Hero Commission unless they were in the trenches or reaching out to the people within.

“You have nothing to be sorry about. He survived, he’s just not all there anymore. Probably for the best, I think he’s happier this way. He smiles when I get to visit him in the hospital anyway. But that’s not what I wanted to say, I wanted to thank you. The chairman you killed a few months ago, he was the one who gave my father the ultimatum that broke him completely. You gave our family justice.”

“I’m not so heroic.” Kaina looked out to the balcony, “It’s not like I knew I was doing you any favors.”

“Justice is justice.” (Y/n) shrugged, “Anyway, I imagine being on the lamb while you do all this vigilante work has been wearing you down. You’re welcome to stay here as long as you like. Visit whenever you want. Food, shower, a bed, someone to talk to, whatever you need I want to provide it for you.”

“I can’t. That’s too much.”

“Come on, Lady Nagant, where else do you have to go?” (Y/n) held out a hand to her, “Stay.”

It would be nice, wouldn’t it? Kaina had been living on the streets. No apartment and no money because she couldn’t risk the heroes finding her. She often toyed with the idea of letting herself get caught just so she could have a place to sleep. She often wondered if she had made the right decision, and now with (Y/n) standing before her, hand outstretched and offering her home to her, it was hard to think that she had ever been wrong.

“Call Me Kaina,” she said, accepting (Y/n)’s hand.

***

“Yes!” (Y/n) jumped up from her seat as the somber newscaster reported on the list of inmates who had escaped during the Tartarus Prison Siege.

There were many troubling names that preceded and followed the name she had been desperate to hear, but she hardly cared. As long as Kaina had escaped, that’s all she needed to know.

Years had passed since Kaina had been caught. She had been fed false information and went out to take care of another Commission figurehead, but it had been a trap. (Y/n) had been devastated when she saw the news. Kaina had wanted to tell her something when she got back… (Y/n) had never gotten to hear it.

When Kaina had been locked away, (Y/n) wrote her letters. It wasn’t a crime to write a letter to a criminal after all. People wrote love letters to serial killers for god��s sake. She didn’t write anything about their time together because she knew the mail would always be read by someone else before it would reach Kaina’s hands. She didn’t even use her real name when signing the letter, but she did hide a code within the words that she prayed Kaina would see through. She did.

(Y/n) had tried to get her to tell her what she had wanted to tell her that night she got caught, but Kaina was stubbornly tight-lipped, saying it was only something she wanted to say if they could meet face to face again.

While everyone else in the city was battening down the hatches, (Y/n) was making sure her balcony door was unlocked, waiting for Kaina’s return. She had accidentally fallen asleep while she waited, but was awoken by a few thumps and bumps.

“(Y/n), (Y/n), are you home?”

Oh, how long she had dreamed to hear her voice again.

“Kaina!” (Y/n) stumbled to her feet and threw herself at Kaina, arms and legs wrapping completely around her.

Kaina held her weight easily, wrapping her arms tightly around her.

“I missed you so much.” She murmured.

“I missed you too,” (Y/n) withdrew her head from Kaina’s neck and took a minute to really look at her. She ran her fingers through Kaina’s hair, noticeably shorter since they last saw each other, “I love the hair.”

“Thanks,” Kaina chuckled, then a more serious look came over her face, “Hey, um, I know this is kind of sudden since I just got here but, I really want to tell you something that’s been eating at me forever and I got a, uh, a ‘friend’ waiting outside that really shouldn’t be left alone for too long, but I wanted to tell you without any distractions.”

“Kaina, I’ve been waiting for this for years, I think we’ve waited long enough, don’t you?”

“You’re right,” Kaina sat (Y/n) down on the counter, “wait here a second… You didn’t deep clean the apartment at any point, did you?”

“What a riveting question,” (Y/n) teased, “but no, I haven’t. Thanks for exposing me.”

“Oh, you’re fine, it’s just us.” Kaina smiled, reaching up into the far back of the highest shelf and something weakly banged on the balcony door, “Ignore that, please.”

(Y/n) shook her head in disbelief, but did as she was told. Kaina worked her way back around the counter with something behind her back and came to a stop in front of (Y/n).

“What I have behind my back was a supposed to be a part two a ways down the line after I got to say what I initially wanted to say, but I’m so, so tired of waiting. (Y/n), you’re my best friend, my confidant, my home, the worst torture in that prison was not getting to hear your voice or see your face. God, what I wouldn’t have given just to smell your shampoo. I love you, and maybe I misstranslated some code, but I feel pretty confident you feel the same way.”

(Y/n) chuckled and nodded, using her legs to pull Kaina in closer to the counter, waiting impatiently for the other shoe to drop.

“I uh, don’t think we could get away with a real wedding, but will you take this ring and be my wife? Even if it’s not exactly a legal union?”

“Yes, Kaina, you sweet, beautiful woman, I’ll be your covert wife. I love you too.”

(Y/n)’s hands snuck back into Kaina’s hair, grasping at the root before pulling her in for a kiss that was long overdue.

“Should we make our way to the honeymoon?” (Y/n) breathed, when Kaina finally gave her enough space to catch her breath. Kaina winced.

“Yeah, probably gonna need a rain check on that.” She looked to the balcony door, so (Y/n) peered over too, seeing the distressed young man sitting out there for the first time. “The poor guy isn’t right. It didn’t feel right leaving him to fend for himself, so I took him with me. Is that alright?”

“Of course, let him in.”

Kaina slid the door open and Kai slowly shuffled in.

“Where’s pops?” He hiccuped, looking around the room hopefully.

“I told you, I don’t know your pops,” Kaina gently reminded, “But we’ll help you find him when it’s safe, okay?”

“Pops… I’m sorry.”

“Here, come sit.” (Y/n) lead him to the couch and helped ease him down. “Let’s make everyone a little something good to eat, hm? I’m sure you’re both tired of prison food.”

“You’re too good to me.” Kaina smiled, putting a cartoon on for Kai in hopes that it would keep him distracted while they worked in the kitchen.

“Well after you just proposed to me so nicely and kissed me so wonderfully it’s the least I can do.” (Y/n) winked, earning her another breath stealing kiss behind the wall of the kitchen nook.

#mha oneshots #bnha oneshots #mha x reader #bnha x reader #lady nagant x reader #Kaina tsutsumi x reader #requests #anonymous

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curiousquirks · 2 years

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Kinktober 2022 | BNHA x Reader

Hi everyone, welcome to my Kinktober line-up/masterlist! This will be my first ever Kinktober and I’m super excited! I had fun with randomizers to help me select characters and prompts! There will be at least two kinks per character to be paired together for a small fic every single day of October. All fics will be tagged with "curiouskinks 2022"

Warning: Dark content included! Please mind the tags/content warnings given for each day!

Day 1: Sir Nighteye | Mirai Sasaki x GN!Reader

Cage | Pet Play | Obedience Such an obedient pet, always carefully following instructions just as he asked. As good pets should–always knowing their place.

Day 2: Dabi x GN!Reader

Photo/Video Recordings | Overnight Bondage Don't worry about the details, sweetheart. Dabi just needs a little something to remember you by.

Day 3: Mr. Compress | Atsuhiro Sako x GN!Reader

Fear Kink | Asphyxiation | Shock Collars Atsuhiro seems like such a gentleman, but you're just so naïve. It's one of the things he enjoyed most about finding you and he couldn't wait until you saw his surprise.

Day 4: Curious | Chitose Kizuki x AFAB!Reader

Sex Pollen | Free Use | Dirty Talk You're a loyal little toy, always available when needed for dear Chitose to let off some steam. What makes you think you have the right to beg?

Day 5: Trumpet | Koku Hanabata x GN!Reader

Eye Contact Restriction | Play Party You convinced him to let you both go to this party you heard about but only after Koku set up specific rules. You weren't allowed to look at anybody but him. That didn't mean the rule applied to him too.

Day 6: Chronostasis | Hari Kurono x GN!Reader

Somnophilia | Mindfuck Hari really feels you don't trust him. He sees no reason why you shouldn't. You'll learn quick that his methods are fucked up even when he means well.

Day 7: Edgeshot | Shinya Kamihara x AFAB!Reader

Cuckolding | Contracts | Aphrodisiacs You and Shinya had a preestablished agreement that allowed you both to fulfill aspects of your respected kinks with mutual consent. You decided to take things a step further, and he gave you his full approval.

Day 8: Lady Nagant | Kaina Tsutsumi x AFAB!Reader

Degradation | Tease And Denial Kaina thinks that you're absolutely adorable and extremely pathetic when you're begging for her attention. Shame you'll have to work for it.

Day 9: Best Jeanist | Tsunagu Hakamada x AFAB!Reader

Face Sitting | Oral Fixation You both couldn’t stop glancing at each other’s mouths and it wasn’t long before you both caved. It feels like you can't get close enough to each other.

Day 10: Overhaul | Kai Chisaki x AFAB!Reader

Consensual Non-Consent | Black Sheet Party | Branding You didn't know the surprise that Kai had planned for this weekend but you were excited when he asked if you remembered your safe word. You certainly didn't expect him to ensure that everyone would truly know you were his property.

Day 11: Spinner | Shuichi Iguchi x GN!Reader

Suspension Bondage | Foot Jobs | Forced Orgasm You wanted to try out something that piqued Shuichi's interest but getting him to stop wiggling as you tied each knot was harder than you thought. Maybe you'll just need to tired him out.

Day 12: Hawks | Keigo Takami x GN!Reader

Semi-Public | Facials Being so high in the hero rankings doesn't leave Keigo with a lot of time on his hands, much to his annoyance. Both of you have to take what little time he gets, even if it's in public.

Day 13: Mirko | Rumi Usagiyama x AFAB!Reader

Fucking Machines | Vibrators Rumi couldn't have asked for a better sight to come home to: walking in on you spread out in the living room with dozens of toys scattered around. She's not wasting any time in joining either.

Day 14: Overhaul | Kai Chisaki x GN!Reader

Vampirism | Medical Kink Soft cold fingers lay against your neck as Kai checks your pulse point. You talk about your most recent worries in regards to your health, but his eyes never left your neck.

Day 15: Trumpet | Koku Hanabata x GN!Reader

Sex Work | Humiliation | Straight Razor Shaving Mr. Hanabata had hired you, for one of your weirdest requests, but it was good money. Who'd turn down the opportunity to insult a politician.

Day 16: Lady Nagant | Kaina Tsutsumi x AFAB!Reader

Piercings | Hair Pulling | Clothed Sex The shirt Kaina was wearing clung to her chest making her nipple piercings even more visible. Your whole body felt hot as your eyes locked with hers. No words were spoken as she gave you one simple beckoning gesture.

Day 17: Chronostasis | Hari Kurono x AFAB!Reader

Sweat | Voyeurism | Dirty Dancing Hari leaned himself against your back, sweat clinging to your body as you both made as little space between you as possible. Your nails drag along the arm he snaked around your waist, as he reminded you who you belonged to.

Day 18: Overhaul | Kai Chisaki x AFAB!Reader

Orgasm Control | Glove Kink The only physical touch you'll get is filtered through leather when his fingers brush against your skin before finding your center. You're under strict instruction to not touch him or yourself, and good girls follow the rules.

Day 19: All for One x AFAB!Reader

Kitten Play | Humping | Orgasm Denial Look at you being such a patient kitty, but he still hasn't given you permission. Your begging is oh so lovely though, but you better not disobey him.

Day 20: Dabi x AFAB!Reader

Breeding Kink | Choking | Mommy Kink Nails dug into your skin, as your grip around his throat tightened. His pace was bruising, and you almost didn't hear the word that left his mouth.

Day 21: Overhaul | Kai Chisaki x GN!Reader

Tattooing | Slave Auctions Being bought by the Shie Hassaikai, hand picked by Overhaul, gave you shelter from some of the harsher choices in the auction. You were still their property though, and the fresh tattoo on your chest was a constant reminder.

Day 22: Mirko | Rumi Usagiyama x GN!Reader

Cutting | Knife Play You press the knife slowly into her flesh, blood slowly dripping following the trail, making a small cut. She hisses at the pain before leaning forward making eye contact, breaths escaping her mouth harshly, and asks for more.

Day 23: Tomura Shigaraki x AFAB!Reader

Begging | Mirror Sex | Collars A mirror was set up nearby, something Tomura only noticed when you shoved him back onto the bed. He doesn't get to focus on it long before you guide his hands up to lock the collar around your neck.

Day 24: Giran | Kagero Okuta x AFAB!Reader

Lap Dances | Body Worship Kagero's eyes never left your body as you danced, taking a long drag from his cigarette. He relaxed his arm on the back of the sofa as you walked over, his eyes not knowing where on your body to stay focused.

Day 25: Shin Nemoto x AFAB!Reader

Corsetry | Bondage | Mirrors Slender fingers carefully lacing up your corset, eyes briefly locking in the mirror in front of you two as he does. Your hands run along his body before you drag the rope along his skin, moving yourself behind him. No words spoken, only silent intimacy.

Day 26: Mr. Compress | Atsuhiro Sako x AFAB!Reader

Chains | Pussy Worship | Impregnation Cold metal chains wrapped around your wrists, digging in as you move around. Your body was sore and your breathing was rough, as your eyes struggled to stay open. Atsuhiro wasn't joking when he told you that you had a long day ahead of you.

Day 27: Dabi x AFAB!Reader

Hate Sex | Virginity Kink | Dacryphilia Your constant bitching was pissing Dabi off. You needed to get laid, and if he had to be the one to fuck you then fine. He was surprised to find out you've never done it before. Don't think he's going gentle though.

Day 28: Shin Nemoto x AFAB!Reader

Tease And Denial | Priest Kink | Formal Wear Everything about this was unholy, Shin knew this– every part of his body burning. He collapsed to his knees, with eyes that looked like they were searching to make you his new religion.

Day 29: Tomura Shigaraki x AFAB!Reader

Pegging | Praise Kink Tomura's fists were clenched tightly, his nails digging into his skin deep enough to draw blood. Ragged breaths muffled by the blanket as you whisper praise into his ear. You're the only one that gets the privilege to see him like this.

Day 30: Lady Nagant | Kaina Tsutsumi x AFAB!Reader

Guns | Drug/Alcohol Use | Aphrodisiacs It may have been a bad idea to drink while using this new pill Kaina found, knowing rationally that it would lead to bad ideas. You were waiting on the pill to kick in when you begged Kaina to see her quirk up close. She knew the pill was working while she watched you lick up the length of her gun.

Day 31: Skeptic | Tomoyasu Chikazoku x AFAB!Reader

Daddy Kink | Spit | Human Furniture How obedient you were, no matter what he told you to do. He was amused to say the least, and had been the past 20 minutes.

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meguwumibear · 5 months

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fuck it mini lady nagant angst piece

"They're sending me out again," she says.

Her tone is eerily neutral. She doesn't even look up from the cold udon noodles she's been toying with for the last few minutes. It's rare she looks you in the eyes these days. Even rarer for her to smile.

"Did you hear me?" she asks when you don't respond, and, of course you heard her, but what could you of all people possibly say? "The Commission has another job for me."

It's a plea, you think. To tell her to stop. To beg her to stay.

It wouldn't take much. These days Kaina looks for any excuse to skip work. You don't blame her. What the Commission groomed her for...well, it's barbaric. A mammoth of a burden that she alone bares.

There was a time Kaina would have done anything to be a hero. Now you think she'd give anything to stop. She never goes into detail with you, but you weren't born yesterday. You can piece two and two together. You know why so many aspiring villains wreak havoc one day only to suddenly disappear the next.

She's killing them.

Quickly.

Quietly.

A well trained dog. A perfect little pet.

And the job's killing her.

"When do you leave?" you ask.

Maybe this time you'll give her an out. You'll ask her to stay. Spend the night. Grab breakfast in the morning. You'll offer her a normal life away from all the hypocrisy.

She sighs, forgetting her chopsticks all together, dropping her heavy head into her hands. Her purple eyes are a dam of unshed tears. Any minute now she'll break.

"As soon as they're ready for me to."

She still won't meet your gaze. Maybe she's worried that's what will finally break her. Your grief. Your sympathy. Your indifference to it all. You aren't a hero. You could never understand.

The heels of her palms dig into her eyes, reinforcing her resolve.

"Kaina-" you start reaching out to pry her hands away from her face, but she must sense your intention because she's cutting you off.

"Bloodied hands don't deserve to be held."

"I see no blood," you try, but she's unperturbed.

"I see nothing but damned bloody spots when I look at them! And the Commission, the heroes, they aren't the least bit afraid. Why should they be when there's no one to challenge their power? They send me out; I do their bidding, and the so-called villains bleed so much!"

The dam doesn't break, but her voice cracks, laced with anger and bitterness and regret.

The woman before you isn't the Kaina you grew up with. She isn't the bright, optimistic child who so desperately wanted to become a hero. She isn't really a hero at all. She's a cog in a corrupt political machine.

The Commission has another job for me.

You wonder if it will be her last.

#lady nagant x reader #tsutsumi kaina x reader #kaina tsutsumi x reader #bnha x reader #mha x reader #my hero academia x reader #boku no hero academia x reader #yes i used macbeth as inspo what about it

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setsunasbabe · 1 year

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The BNHA girls as wlw/nblw relationship aesthetics

masterlist

pt 1 • pt 2 • pt 3 • pt 4

contains :

Rumi Usagiyama, Nemuri Kayama, Moe Kamiji, Kaina Tsutsumi, Yu Takeyama

Rumi Usagiyama

Nemuri Kayama

Moe Kamiji

Kaina Tsutsumi

Yu Takeyama

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cherrysnaps · 2 years

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could u do a lady nagant headcannon with a so who hàs a regeneration quirk but is not a hero and works as a Neuro surgeon just like she wanted to be when she and kaina were in school

REGENERATIVE NEURO SURGEON

unfortunately kaina’s circumstances make it very hard to live a normal life. throw a very demanding job into the mix and it’ll complicate things further. that’s not to mean there aren’t any good moments, they’re just harder to come by.

Kaina’s very supportive of any goals you set for yourself. She’s been encouraging you to follow your dreams since your school years.

Circumstances unfortunately make it hard to keep in touch past high school though. You’re busy with med school, and she’s working with the hero public safety commission.

You’re both unbelievably swamped with work and whatever time you do find doesn’t always match up with hers. You still manage to meet at times but it’s certainly a challenge.

You’re practically joined at the hip when you do manage to meet. You have to cherish your time together, and you very much do.

Getting swarmed by fans was something you had to get used to. It’s a little annoying at first but you quickly learn to roll with it. You love to see how much love Lady Nagant gets!

Your quirk is a blessing in your field of work and you’re constantly being called in to help. Likewise, Kaina’s an asset to her field and so she also gets called in to work at all hours.

While this is obviously putting a strain on your relationship, you find you can be very honest with one-another. She supports you through the stress and reassures you when you doubt yourself, which helps you push through.

On the other hand, you’re also there when she starts to question her role at the hero public safety commission. And although you never could’ve predicted the outcome, you never once could blame Kaina for her actions.

That’s why you stuck by her side, even as she begs you to stay away—to not get implicated, risking everything you’ve built.

Then as the dust settles, you’re left on your own. Alone in the world. You’ve only got very limited contact with Kaina since she’s been locked away and all you can do is mourn...

Until she breaks free that is ;)

#lady nagant x reader #kaina tsutsumi x reader #lady nagant headcanons #bnha lady nagant #mha lady nagant #bnha headcannons #mha headcanons #bnha x gender neutral reader #mha x gender neutral reader #bnha x reader #mha x reader

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arthurswine · 11 months

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HIII! I hope you’re having a marvelous day!

I request lady nagant and hari kurono relationship headcanons! They can be smut or non smut it doesn’t matter 🤸🏾‍♀️

I'm sorry that I'm answering only now, but school and other things don't help on having time to write, and honestly, those little free times I had I dedicated them for myself, anyway! I didn't expect that my first bnha request would have been about 2 of my favorite characters ( ´∀`)

- love languages: acts of service, gift giving, physical touch.

- I think she's the type of girlfriend that has an hard time expressing her love through words she mostly shows it by paying very much attention to what you say/do and sometimes she tries to stay the closest she can to you.

- she loves before-sleep and morning cuddles!! Oh, and she wakes up early (which happens most of the time, because se is a morning person) loves to see her partner's face while they're still asleep <3

- she loves baking/cooking!! (spoiler alert: she doesn't know how to even break an egg/j) I mean she would to bake with her partner because in general she loves the idea of learning something with someone so special for her.

- when you're sick she would do anything to stay close to you and not making you feel "alone" but she doesn't know much on how to help you recover- she does her best tho 👍, for sure she would stay in bed with you either cuddling you or just staying with you.

- when SHE is the one sick she wouldn't let you help her actually she would act all strong like she doesn't have the most hurting fever, at least that's what she'll try to do but when it gets worse she maybe will let you take care of her (she doesn't want to be a weight on your shoulders :c, that will be even one of the first problems of your relationship because if she gets jealous or there's something that hurts her even if it's or it's not relatated to you she would not tell you because she doesn't want to be a burden).

- THIS GORGEOUS WOMAN IS THE TYPE OF GIRLFRIEND that loves summer and loves to bring you rocks that made her think of you and loves to have moments where you two paint something over them :].

- you thought the most painful moment in your relationship would have been the one where she worked for the hero society but actually nothing could be worse than the Tartarus, before it she had many missions and was almost never home but one day she was completely gone..like ok it had happened once where you hadn't seen eachother for a month but you weren't seeing her for now like 3 months?! And ofcourse you thought the worse. While she just wrote many letters of how she loves you and misses you and that it's all just her fault but when she'll be out of it she'll come back to you (those letter never arrived to you).

- love languages: quality time, gift giving, words of affirmation.

- at the start, he is a bit "closed in himself." He's very shy and just gets easily flustered at the start of your relationship. Slowly, he will open up.

- he's the type of boyfriend that might get a bit jealous, but more than anything, he is protective.

- he loves classical music and glam rock music.

- he likes reading books and because of it, expect to receive a book as one of your first gifts since having this relationship (he most likely give you either a romantic book ORR a book that just reminds him of you or of you two).

- he would love to have a moment where it's just you two (maybe sitting on a couch or on your bed) reading your favorite book while listening to music.

- he organize the best dates! His favorite date would be the "aquarium date" I just think he loves anything sea-related, he would organize a date like this maybe for your anniversary.

#kaina tsutsumi #lady nagant #lady nagant x reader #hari kurono #chrono #hari kurono x reader #dating headcanons #headcanons

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akashigadabi · 7 months

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Brine

Summary: You see the sea/ocean for the first time (mostly) with Kaina after helping her escape Tartarus. (Ambiguous location with Reader of ambiguous background.)

Pairing: Lady Nagant/Kaina Tsutsumi x GN Reader (gender is open/left vague)

Rating: G or T (please note there are implications this is sapphic writing despite it being a GN Reader and I will personally summon a demon to drag you straight to hell if you insist this has to be marked as Mature or Explicit just for extremely vaguely applied queer themes. In short, if the possibility of Lady Nagant being a lesbian or bi woman offends you: die.)

Prompt: Brine

Genre: Fluff, Hurt/Comfort

Words: 803

Brine clings to your calves as you stand with cold seawater lapping at your ankles. It saturates the air, filling your lungs with its scent and your mouth with its taste. It coats your cheeks and your hair, and even your eyelashes feel weighed down by it. Soft tan sand shifts underfoot, unsteady and malleable here at the tide line unlike further up the beach where it sits unyielding and hard-packed underfoot. Bits of shell make walking barefoot too precarious an endeavor, so your sandals sink heavily into the grainy mush below. Gazing upon the foam-topped aquamarine expanse—a sight you’ve never imagined you could see with your own eyes—fills you with awe and joy. Your voice emerges as a reverent breathy exhale.

“So this is the sea?”

You sense someone coming to stand next to you in the water, but don’t turn. You know without looking who will occupy that space. Her indigo and pink hair has started to grow out again over the last six months since she gained her freedom, from just past her ears to brushing her shoulder-blades. It tickles your neck when Kaina lays her head on your shoulder while smelling faintly of herbs, tea, and fresh linen. She sounds amused when she speaks.

“You realize it won’t move if you stop staring at it, right?”

You huff, turning to her with a pout. The former Pro Hero steps back with her hands raised in surrender, lips curved into a mischievous shape. Something bittersweet twists in your gut at seeing it. It still feels strange to see Kaina show any hint of happiness, especially after all she’s endured. She’s made so much progress since you helped her escape Tartarus, yet the reminder of her wounds still stings you. You still wish you could have saved her sooner, but by the time you infiltrated the prison with help from your Quirk and inventions, they had already branded her and cut her hair. It amazes you that she can laugh or smile at all, let alone find it in herself to tease you over your reaction.

“I’ve never really been to the beach at all,” you explain, turning back to stare at where the horizon kissed the rippling mirror of the water’s surface. “The brief glimpse I got during your escape doesn’t count.”

Something in Kaina dims when you mention her rescue, and it makes you hate yourself for bringing it up in casual conversation. You can’t find it in yourself to lie to her, though, so you don’t regret it. She deserves honesty after all the lies, pretenses, cover-ups and facades she experienced during her tenure as an agent of the HPSC. Truth comes with freedom after all. How could you possibly hold anything back since lies and deception shackled her for so long?

“You risked so much just to free me,” she murmurs, catching your hand and twining your fingers together. “I still don’t understand why.”

You close the distance and wrap your arms around her, burying your face in the bodice of her lilac sundress. Tiny white and yellow flowers decorate the smooth fabric. Subtle hints of lavender reach your nose, offering a soothing effect. Her lower sleeves reach her wrists, though the upper sleeves stop just before her bicep in an off-shoulder cut that exposes her collarbones. She wears her hair half-up half-down in a pretty seashell clip you bought her on impulse when you two had first arrived. You continue making a decent amount selling Support Items under three separate pseudonyms, so you often find yourself buying her small gifts—usually jewelry, hair accessories or products, or as of late, stupidly indulgent colorful chiffon floral dresses she never got to wear as Lady Nagant.

“Because you deserved better than a cage, so I gave it to you.”

The commission wanted an assassin—a sniper, someone who remains unseen, who doesn’t draw too much attention to herself—after all, a trained attack dog who didn’t ask questions, so Kaina never had much time for something as delicate yet loud as flowers or chiffon or a color of purple lighter than her own hair.

Donning any outfit that serves more than a purely functional purpose sings of defiance. Each time she puts on one of her new dresses, she rebels all over again. She refuses the roles of dutiful soldier, mindless weapon, or soulless executioner, refuses to pretend at being unfeeling or without personality or individuality outside of her HPSC approved persona. You glory in every little way she fights back against their narrative. She is fierce, your love, and now, amidst the early dawn light, briney sea breeze and lapping tide, she is free.

Tears drip onto your head, but you say nothing because she deserves this freedom—this relief, this release, this relinquishing of old poisons residing in her heart—too.

#kaina tsutsumi #tsutsumi kaina #lady nagant #fugitive lady nagant #escaped lady nagant #ambiguous timeline #lady nagant x reader #reader x character #my hero x reader #reader x canon #reader is gn but there are sapphic vibes #fluff and hurt/comfort #fluff prompts #fluff drabble

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papillomiya · 3 months

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we’ve all heard of dadzawa, dadzu (dad nezu) and dadmight, and theyre all great i love them but. BUT. BUTT. what about mama!nagant, hm? WHAT ABOUT HER????

HMMMM?????

#🌸: [ thoughts ] !#lady nagant #mha #lady nagant x reader #kaina tsutsumi

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hhawks · 2 years

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THE KIND OF GIRL YOU DREAM OF

✰ starring: lady nagant/kaina tsutsumi x fem!reader ✰ synopsis: in which you spend your nights wishing your girlfriend would stay. ✰ content: mha manga spoilers if you squint, post paranormal liberation war arc (i haven't read it so if anything's wrong crucify me), kinda toxic nagant ngl, clingy reader, kinda angsty. i really just put my tummy ache on the keyboard n it wrote this. very self indulgent ✰ warnings: oral (f! receiving), non descriptive fingering, slight dom/sub dynamics ✰ word count: 2.3k ✰ a/n: you ever just want something you can't have bc that's me with kaina tsutsumi

“kaina.”

her name. when was the last time she’d heard it? when had anyone called her anything but nagant? you watch the way she tenses at the doorframe, hand sliding down the dark oak. “hey.”

“hey?” you don’t rise from your place in the bed, your knees curled to your chest, the way she had found you here, on this monday night. “hey?”

“what else do you want me to say?” her voice is tired, you can hear the traces of strain and phlegm and tiredness behind it. “i’m sorry? i am, you know.”

you roll your eyes, leaning back against the headboard. “you could at least sound genuine about it. you know, after leaving for three weeks without so much as a warning.”

it was true. you’d gone to sleep with kaina one night only to find her gone the next morning, a whisper in the wind, not even a goodbye to detail her absence. it wasn’t an uncommon phenomenon; you know kaina’s resilience to duty was stronger than anything else. more important to her than anything.

and that included you, her girlfriend.

“i can’t stay long.” there they are. the four dreaded words you fear every time she comes back home. “i have another mission in about three hours. but i thought i’d come by.”

“come by your own house?” you can taste the bitterness on your tongue, the embers that coat the tip of your words.

she sighs. it’s so obvious she’s tired, and you curse yourself for being so harsh with her, but you can’t help the ache in your heart that tattles on you. the subtle beating of your pulse that rises ever so slightly when she walks forward, planting one knee of the edge of the bed, the mattress dipping under her weight. “‘m sorry,” she whispers, and when you look at her, you can’t seem to find even a trace of disingenuity in her eyes, no matter how hard you look. “i really am. i wish i could stay.”

“then stay,” you whimper, reaching forward to wrap your arms around her neck. “please. ‘m tired of sleeping alone, kai.”

you watch her eyes close, the way the moonlight paints the angles of her face silver. the dusty gleam of light cracks through the room, padding softly between two lovers, destined apart. “please,” comes your broken plea, begging, desperate.

she laughs. not a happy, melodical one, but one that’s full of air. full of resignation, full of stop asking, please, stop asking for what i cannot give you. the words aren’t spoken, but they’re there. they’re inkling at the back of her throat and the tip of your tongue. hanging between your mouths, taunting you.

“can i kiss you?” she asks, violet eyes glassy. your heart breaks in two, in pieces, into shards that pierce your fingertips with every inch of skin you dare to touch. like electricity, buzzing in your nerves, synapses crying and jumping and fizzling. you want everything and anything, and so you answer her with a kiss.

she’s warm and sweet, familiar and sighing with a deep, finally. like she’s been waiting weeks for the taste of your tongue, to feel the softness of your skin under the pads of her fingers. you think, maybe she has. maybe she thinks about me. really, thinks about me. there’s the scent of need and desire as she climbs further up the bed to you, enveloping you in her arms, the strong stench of her work and the constant reminder that this is temporary. that her time here is borrowed, a breather between jobs and that you’re not really a priority. just a hobby.

but she’s here, you remind yourself, as her lips trail from your lips to your jaw. you giggle softly, a small tickles, leaves your mouth in a breath. and she laughs with you. she’s here with me, she came to me. are your insecurities unfounded? you’re trying, valiantly trying not to think as she holds you, rucks her hands up your sleep shirt, warm palms to chilled skin. “kaina,” you whimper. “more, please.”

she nods. silent. ever mum, working more with her hands. her fingers twist in the cotton of your shirt, and she glances at you for permission. you nod shakily. “yes, yes.”

goosebumps raise along your exposed skin, your nipples pebbling. she throws your shirt over her shoulder, already forgotten as she watches you shiver. “fuck,” she breathes. “‘s cold, isn’t it? d’you wanna lie down?”

“‘s okay,” you murmur, tugging on her own clothes. “take ‘em off, wanna see you.”

you help her along, undoing the belt and the back of her costume, the dark fabric falling away under your fingers. scar upon scar is revealed to you, stories she’s told you of her time in the hero commission, in tartarus. you shed tears as she rocked you and only whispers as comfort, her arms holding you tightly against her chest. darkened sinew trailing down, down, down.

only the moonlight is privy to this moment between two lovers, who sit across from one another in silence, some sort of twisted intimacy as you look. just look. watch the way her chest heaves as she breathes, new bruises, dried blood. your heart aches to rip itself out of your chest and fling itself next to her own, but you hold it steady. instead, you reach an arm out, tentative hands finding sensitive skin. “kaina,” you mumble, tracing a new scar, barely healed, dried scabbed skin pulling itself taut to heal her.

“it’s nothing,” she assures you, but there’s a warble in her voice that makes you doubt. you’ve never called kaina a liar. she’s the most honest person you’ve ever met. but as she winces, obvious pain rippling as you caress her bare skin, you know candour has never met her tongue tonight. “baby, lay down.”

you look at her, unsure. uncertain creases your brow, makes you ugly. she reaches forward and thumbs the wrinkle away, and guides you to lay on your back before her. “wanna make you feel good,” she smiles against your cheek. “let me?”

kaina hovers above you, lips trailing from your jaw to the hollow of your throat, biting and sucking. you whimper, wrapping your arms under her arms. “kai, d-don’t, it’ll show—”

“i want it to,” she peers up at you. “so people know you belong to me.” she licks a forming bruise, blue and purple and lovely. she leaves a trail, wet and featherlight down to your navel, where the band of your panties awaits her. she digs her fingertips under the elastic, snapping it once. you jerk slightly, a pent up breath expelled from where you were holding it.

“so sensitive,” she smiles, nudging the tip of her nose against it, the only thing separating her from your clit that flimsy piece of cotton. “been keeping it good for me?”

“mmhm,” you whine. “haven’t cum since the last time you made me. promise.”

“good girl,” she affirms, her tongue poking out to run a wet stripe over the crotch of your panties. “so good.” her tongue is so warm, you can feel it even over the cotton, and it makes you clench. just the heat of her mouth is enough to see you come undone, and you think that there’s nothing more you could ever want or need than her pulling them off right now.

you whine. “off, off,” you’re kicking, trying to rub your thighs together for friction. “wanna feel your tongue, kai, please?” you must look pitiful, because her eyes soften and her jaw goes slack, and her fingertips are moving faster than you can register to pull the soft fabric down your thighs. it feels cold, her fingertips tracing patterns into your skin, so soft and teasing they make your toes curl. there’s a beat of silence that passes between the two of you as she helps you toe your panties completely off and she just looks. looks at the way your pussy drips in front of her, silver glistening against the expanse of your skin. milky hands find their way to your thighs, her grip strong as she pulls you closer to her.

“i’ve missed this pussy,” she breathes, nudging the tip of her nose along the slick of your folds. “holy fuck, i’ve missed your pussy.”

“missed y’too,” you whimper, backing your hips up against her face. “thought of you every night, wish you’d—” you cut off with a sharp gasp as she runs a flat stripe up from your hole to your clit. the customary “fuck,” comes out with a shudder.

“wish i’d what, hm?” she hums into your cunt, latching her lips along the weeping mess of your cunt. “honestly, i could just— fuck, i could just breathe you in.”

you feel the steady rise and fall of her breath against you and you whine, “kaina, ‘ts cold, cold.”

“answer me.” she punctuates her command with a tight smack over your clit and you jerk in surprise, squirming under her grip. “wish i’d what, baby?”

you huff, a breath lost between your lungs and your throat. “wish, w-wish,” you muster all you can to answer her but it just won’t come out, not with her stiff tongue drawing circles around the sensitive bud of your clit, fingers rubbing your thighs soothingly. “wish you’d s-stay.”

if you catch the way she tenses you don’t bring it up. her shoulders stiffen and her grip on you gets ever tighter. “wish i’d stay, huh? needy, clingy little girl?” deflecting, evading. all she’s ever known, never one to let herself get tied down to one single person. it’s all kaina’s known, the fastest way to escape, how to fit herself in the grooves of the world just right so she can slip right out. she’d be lying if she said you didn’t soften her, mellow her down enough to get her into your bed, but the tendency remained.

was it enough to lie for the night?

but you beg so sweet, tantalising cherry on your tongue. you command her, you rear your weapon against the tirade of her resistance. you make her feet heavy-laden, sinking into the hardwood floors, tired and guilty with the stench of abandoning you. it hurts, pierces her where she wishes she couldn’t feel, to see you unwrapped and vulnerable in front of her. to know that you trust her, love her even, and she’s thinking of leaving.

could the truth just be denied for the rest of time?

“please,” you’re begging as she keeps her tongue on you, fingers teasing your inner thighs. “please, don’t leave. stay.”

she needs you to shut up. to be quiet. so she sucks harshly on your clit until you’re crying, whimpering pathetically, melting right into the palm of her hand. she gasps when you clench hard, gushing without so much as a “cumming, c-cumming!”.

“there we go,” she coos, rubbing a finger along your clit to ease you through your orgasm. you’re glassy-eyed, peering down at her, hands flexing and reaching for her. “feel good?”

you hum, nodding shakily. “c-can you,” you breathe through words. it’s hard to find your tongue. “kaina, can you c’mere?”

why does she obey? why can’t she find it in herself to step back, to wipe the slick and drool off her chin and vanish into the twilight, just as she’s done every week since you met? maybe it’s the look of pure loyalty in your eyes, glimmering gold under your heavy eyelids. maybe it’s the whipping wind in your voice, icy yet melodic, calling her name. kaina. kaina. kaina. how long has it been since she’d heard it?

and how long has it been since she’d responded to it?

kaina shuffles forward on her knees, hovering above you. “‘m here,” she whispers, lowering herself down so her forehead presses to yours. “‘m here, okay?”

she fingers you to the edge of your sanity after that, watches you in silent horror and wonder as you cum, thrash under the weight of her gaze. she begins to feel, for the first time in her life, the need to stay. the desire to curl up next to your heaving body as you come around from your orgasm, and hold you. to ignore the mission before her, and the war behind her.

(it remains a desire, one she never sought after, and one she never dared to give up on.)

“stay,” kaina hears you whisper as you drift off to sleep. your eyelids are drooping, the torrent of the night finally catching up to you. she thinks it’s over, the navy skies pulling streaks of grey through the horizon, detailing the start of her work. until she moves to leave, and your hand, half asleep, grips hers. “i love you, kai.” you mumble.

(in the morning, you won’t remember you said that. in the morning, you’ll wake up alone, and wonder if the night was a dream. all that remains of kaina is the bruises she painted into your skin.

in the morning, you won’t know that she cried, over you, over this. over your slumbering body, knowing that she could never bring you into her world. knowing that she could never cross into yours. you won’t know how she stayed until the last second, wanting so badly to stay.

you won’t know that in her mind, she gave up.

you only realise when you never see her again.)

#lady nagant #lady nagant x reader #kaina tsutsumi #kaina tsutsumi x reader #mha smut #mha wlw #writing tag #nagant baby <3 #wlw writing #sapphic

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plush-rabbit · 3 years

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Dating Lady Nagant Headcanons

A/N: Do I have Lady’s personality down?? No. But I love her and I wanted to write something for her. This takes place um,, sometime during her hero work and the following, so yeah!!

Kaina is dedicated to her role as a hero. Or at least she was until the curtain started to tear through and she caught a glimpse beyond the void and actually witness the blood and carnage that not only stained the hands of previous heroes, but also her hands. She thought she was doing the right thing, the thing to help better society and push it forward, but it was nothing but barbaric. It was blood on her hands that held children and blood that tarnished you and the little home that you two had setup. It was always her career first and you second- something that even you pushed, but maybe that was a reminder for you that at any point she could leave you, that her work was not something that like an office job, but rather getting your hands dirty. Yet, you never knew just how dirty they could get. Compared to her, you were still this light that would never flicker. You care for her, more than just her as a hero, but for her. You kiss her elbows and ask if they hurt, your brush her hair and say such god awful pick-up lines that makes her groan and pretend to gag. You’re so real and it’s everything that she could have ever wished for.

You work in the same building as her and it’s just a quick glance, a tight lipped smile as you’re obviously flustered by the new hero. It’s sweet and a bit suffocating knowing that she isn't just a citizen now, but a hero. The attraction is mutual- you’re cute and for whatever reason, she seeks you out. It’s awkward at first, not knowing whether you both have anything in common but work, but then you talk about wanting to see a movie, and her detective skills are put into work. It’s a nice first date and while she may gain the raised brows of the Public Safety Commission, she’s given the okay to date you- something about how she’d seem more approachable, more real and unattainable at once. The wording makes her stomach sink- she really had no idea that they even got to dictate her personal life, but she got to be with you. They already control everything else, why her private life, too? Why take that away from her?

Blood tarnishes her, and no matter how much she cleans herself, she can still feel the blood on her hands, a deep scarlet that makes her hands so much warmer than they usually are. The pleading and the desperation on the voice has subsided, nothing more than a ringing that even drowns out the rushing water. Her hair is dripping down her to her shoulders. a small puddle trailing behind her as she steps out of the bathroom and she heads to bed. A part of her knows that you’ll come in and chastise her for getting the pillows wet, and she wants that, she wants the normalcy, the kindness that you share and give- the way that you’ll stick out your tongue and express yourself through your hands. She wants to go back to how it was before this day, before her mission and when she was just rising up. But she knows that will never happen. Blood has ruined her and stained her hands and it will never leave.

There’s a clicking of the door, and she hears you call her name. A smile plays on her lips, a small ghost of one as you continue to call her name in a singing voice. At first, it’s sweet, something that you have done time and time before, but now it’s deafening, replacing the desperation and ringing in her ears.. It’s making her face pale and stomach twist into violent knots and she’s crushing the pillows in her grip. The bed dips and when she turns, you’re beside her. Your hands curl over hers, tearing them away from the pillow and you’re touching her. Touching her so freely, without disgust and hatred over her. She’s a hero and she’s killed. Many times, and she’ll do it again. She tears her hands away from you, shouting for you to not touch her, and she’s looking at you as if you had just burned her, eyes wide and feral with her teeth bared. She must look like a scared animal at this point.. Her hands are clutched to her chest and you give her such a wounded look that she drops her defenses, her expression falls and she turns away from you. You don’t deserve any of that, but she can’t tell you that. Instead, she holds your hand and pulls you down beside her, asking you to tell her about your day.

Before you, life was void. Endless and crushing, and she never minded it. She liked the emptiness, the free space, but it was only until she was actually alone, that she realized just how empty it all was. Blood was on her hands, soiling her and the very place that she called home. No matter how pretty the city had looked before her- lit up with different hues of oranges and yellows- it will never be real to her. It’ll be a dream, so faded and detached that she could never chase after it. And then she met you and the penthouse wasn’t so empty and when she visited your home, it was lived in. You were there. Your life and love had seeped into the small home and it was yours. You had given her things, small trinkets that you knew she would enjoy and she treasured it all, kept it so close to her until it shoved into a box to avoid even touching it. How could she tarnish something so cute that was given to her?

If there was one rule that she had, it was that she always made it a point to never share too much from her line of work- never giving information about the missions that she went on, and never about her feelings. The topic was always on you and your day at work. And now, she’s ruined that for the both of you. She leans on your shoulder and clutches you lose to her, apologizing for yelling at you. There’s no real answer as to why she told you, and she’d never give it to you, but her lips are pressed softly against your neck, and it makes it so easy to forget why she said that. “It was a long day at work”, is her excuse. Simple and effective and you believe her. At least you try to.

One of the things that she loves about you is how easy you are to read. You really do wear your heart on your sleeve. You believe her, you want to and you’re so hesitant to touch her hands and when you do, she can see the blood on them. You examine her hands so carefully- turning them over, tracing over the lines on her palm, tracing over faded cuts and scars, and it leaves her with heavy eyes. It’s nothing that you should worry about. She’s just tired. Turning over the hands, your index bumps over her knuckles and then rails upwards her finger. It’s silent between the two and when you press your lips against her fingertips, she goes rigid, unable to properly register that she wants to touch you, but can’t afford you becoming so rotten like everything else in her life.

The veil between society is thin, torn to shreds for her, but you still praise her. You kiss the corner of her lips and hold her hand as if nothing bad had happened. On the way to work, you two chatter and she realizes what she has to do. It’s better if you aren’t involved with her. It makes her sick to even think about ending it with you, but as she plans in her head about all the ways that it could go right or wrong, she can’t have you take the fall with her. She can never ruin your life. You’ve given her so much, loved and held her and she was grateful for all of it. You were her only taste of freedom, the only light that ever really shone down on her with something twisted darkness to it, without the cold feeling that was ever given to her as a punishment. You held her hands that were spoiled with blood, and even then, you never pulled away, you never looked at her in disgust. You were never fearful because you knew that she would care for you all the same.

It’s difficult to end it with you and she can’t give you a proper reason why. She can’t even give you closure for it. Of course, it's easier to just drop you like that, she can act cold and distant and leave and it would hurt her, but you would be okay and that was the only solace she could find. Seeing tears stain your cute face makes her feel so much worse when she has to stop herself from wiping them away, but she can’t do anything else. She’s never been so thankful to be a puppet to the Public Safety Commission until she had to end it with you. She’s able to transfer you somewhere else- somewhere less dangerous, somewhere where the commute isn’t bad and the pay is higher and with nothing holding you down, you leave and it tears her apart when she doesn’t see you.

Imprisonment follows her easy enough and it’s torture. She spends time in her cell thinking about everything, stuck with her thoughts and memories, and one of the few things that are constant is you. You come to mind that it’s almost like you’re real. She fears that she’s slowly losing her mind, but then the prison break happens. While she may have a new partner- or at least a tag along- with her, you’re the first one on her mind as she runs. Her legs burn and lungs ache as they take in the cold, salty night air and she pulls him along by the sleeve and racing towards you. Thankfully you still live in the same home. Her knuckles rap against the balcony and she’s waiting, rain making her clothes stick to her and the man beside her is peering inside and then she sees you. You stand with an apron around your hips and you look fearful until you lock eyes with her. You must have heard along the grapevine about what happened- how she went rogue- and while the break up was anything less than clean, you open the door for her and she comes in, racing into your arms and the home smells sweet, and you are as warm as ever, clinging onto her, and brushing your fingers through her hair. Kaina pulls away and she smiles, so wide and genuine that it makes her cheeks start to ache, as she keeps you close to her, apologizing under her breath.

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curiousquirks · 1 year

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Hiyaa! Can I request Shigaraki or Lady Nagant for the nsfw alphabet🫣

A/N: I got both for you <3

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Depends on how the sex went, but he’ll probably immediately start eating the entire kitchen. If he was railed into the mattress then he’ll be out like a light. And then wake up in an hour to eat the entire kitchen.

B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

On himself: He’s not too keen about something specific about himself. If he had to pick though, he’d choose his hair only because he likes when his partner plays with it. Or when they pull it.

On his partner: Tits, if applicable. He’s a simple man. Otherwise their mouth. He could stare at it all day, thinking about every disgusting and filthy thing he could do with it.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

Fucking gross with it, all the time. Spread it over their body like it’s finger paint. It really gets him going watching them marked by him. And covered in his partners? You can practically see the hearts popping off his fucking head.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He will carry to his grave how badly his first time went. He finished so quickly. It was embarrassing.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

With an actual person? His partner would be the first. He’s watched so much porn though he feels like it should count as “plenty of experience.” Although his porn knowledge isn’t very good in terms of practicality or enjoyable in the moment half the time. He could learn but his partner better be patient.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying.)

Any. Literally any. He doesn’t care.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

He’s pretty serious. And he wouldn’t play into his partner trying to be humorous, he’ll just roll his eyes and ignore their stupid jokes if he has too. He won’t leave the room though, just try and “get them back on track.” Unless they keep doing it. He’ll just leave and jack off in the bathroom. Yes he took his phone. No, the audio won’t be muted either.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

This boy doesn’t know what well groomed actually means. He’ll trim it if it gets too bad, but there’s so much time in between him doing it that it gets hard to tell half the time. It definitely matches his hair and there’s totally a happy trail, since his hair can get pretty thick.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Despite what Tomura would make a partner think, he’s quite intimate with them. It’s harder to tell during quickies but he’s being quite vulnerable. It’s not romantic per se, since that’s such a foreign concept to him.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

He’s a horny bastard, he’d do it quite frequently. He wouldn’t see a problem with doing it if his partner is busy, finding it enjoyable regardless. He does prefer fucking them, of course, and will do whenever he can. Always has porn to watch while he does it, unless he just can’t watch it for some reason.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Mommy Kink

Choking

Degradation

Marking

Sadism/Masochism

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Just like positions, any. Literally anywhere. He doesn’t have preference.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Just saying “want to fuck?” is enough for him. Or if they take off their clothes. He’s a simple man.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Sharing. I honestly feel like he wouldn’t want to share a partner with anyone, he’s too selfish for that.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

What he lacks in skill he makes up for with enthusiasm. He does actually like giving oral, despite his selfishness in preferring to receive it.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

He doesn’t know what slow is, let alone sensual. He prefers hard, fast, and rough. The only way he’s going to slow down is if his partner ties his ass to the bed and forces him to go slowly.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

He’s impatient, and he’d end up sneaking in quickies in between various tasks instead of just waiting until there was plenty of time. They’d happen quite often.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Considering he’s into choking and his general quirk, he’s really into risks. Despite the obvious, he’d be fond of having sex in places that’d most likely get them caught. As for experimenting, he’d be willing to try most things at least once. After all it’s like checking off an achievement list right?

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

He’s got too much fucking stamina. He can go for so long. Back to back. It feels like he’s never satisfied.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

His partner would have to bring it up, but he wouldn’t be opposed to them at all. They’re fun additions and he has no issue with them being used on him or his partner. The amount of shit just thrown around the room by the time he and his partner are finished is ridiculous.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Tomura is a brat. Plain and simple. He’s the biggest fucking brat too. He doesn’t know when to quit either.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

He’s not afraid to be loud at all. He’ll moan, grunt, whimper, or groan without a second thought. He feels good and he sees no reason to stay quiet.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Despite how impatient he gets, taking charge to get what he wants, he actually prefers to be in a more submissive position. His partner being the dominant one, taking charge as they tell him what to do or just take charge from him. Especially by force, since the reigns are not going to be handed over easily.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

It’s bigger than average and he knows it. Way too fucking cocky about it too. (pun intended)

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Damn near constant. It rarely ever shuts off, but has somewhat decent control over it. Well he thinks so at least, it does attribute to his cranky attitude when he hasn’t been able to get off recently.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Depends. If he was thoroughly worn out, then he’ll clock out super quickly. He’ll be out like a light. Otherwise, he’s not sleeping anytime soon.

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

She’s a cuddler, so she’ll move herself next to her partner near immediately after they’re finished. She loves how intimate it is, both of them just trying to catch their breath as they come down from the high. Soft words of love and praise from both her and her partner are expected, these intimate moments are important to her.

B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

On herself: Her general shape, the silhouette of her body. She knows she’s an attractive woman, and she’s very confident in how she looks.

On her partner: Ass. She’s very grabby, and she enjoys watching her partner in well fitting pants that cup their ass just so nicely.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

Not her favorite thing, she’s not one to swallow or want to be covered in it. It’s too messy and unpleasant at times. She does have her moments where she’ll go along with it, and at that point it’s actually quite hot to her in the moment.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Enjoys having sex in sketchier locations (like club bathrooms) more than in a bed most of the time but she’s hesitant to admit it. It’s the risk and the tipsiness that makes her brain pleasantly fuzzy, so she doesn’t really need to think for just a little bit. It’d be really hard to get this information out of her.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Not really a woman who’s quick to commit to a relationship, but she’s definitely got some experience under her belt. She’s probably had some one night stands, and isn’t shy to sex at all. Definitely knows what she likes.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying.)

Missionary, Lotus, or Spooning. She likes highly intimate close positions.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Can be serious for a good chunk of it but she does have fits of giggles during the moment. She likes a little humor sometimes, it won’t ruin the moment for her. If you play into it, she’ll adore you.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Dark Blue and well groomed. She takes care of her personal hygiene.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Prefers some romance during the moment, loving little gestures like dimming the lights, playing soft music, or setting up candles. She doesn’t need it all the time but setting the mood does make her feel appreciated.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Does it on occasion, when she wants some time to herself and needs to let off a little steam. She prefers toys when she does it though, instead of her hand. She also watches porn occasionally when she has the time, but only a few select videos only. She’s pretty picky.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Blindfolds

Strap-Ons

Vibrators

Voyeurism

Hickeys/Biting

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

The bed. It’s comfortable and she’s a simple woman.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

If you offer to give her a massage or start rubbing her shoulders she’s willing to start stripping. Or if you start whispering in her ear, she’ll start getting flustered.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Being completely restrained or tied up. It’s heavily constricting and not pleasant at all.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

In perfect pillow princess fashion, she far more prefers receiving than giving. She’d happily lay there for hours with someone between her legs until she can’t walk straight anymore. She’s not the best at giving and it’s part of the excuse she gives for why she doesn’t like giving it.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Hard and slow. She’ll take her time, living in the moment.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Oh no, she’s got things to do. She will not be rushed. If she wanted things to go quickly she would’ve just gotten herself off.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Very hesitant but very willing to experiment and be a little risky. She just needs to be in the right mind set.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Above average stamina and can last for a few orgasms before she’s out for the count. If her partner edges her then she’ll actually get worn out more quickly.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Oh, she owns quite a few. A little box hidden away in the closet. Happily used on both herself and her partner. Vibrators, Strap-Ons, Floggers, Paddles, and more.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

She only teases in the beginning stages of foreplay if she’s not the one in the charge. She’ll cave pretty quickly. If she’s the one in charge though? Suddenly she’s not very fair at all to her partner, wanting them to do exactly as she says and beg for her because you’re so good for her aren’t you?

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Pretty vocal. Her pretty voice heard clearly; moans, whines, whimpers, groans. She’ll make sure her partner knows that she’s feeling good, with either noises or words of praise.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Has had a threesome before, and absolutely loved it because she was the center of attention the whole time.

X = X-Ray

BIG ASS TITTIES! And 100% has a belly button piercing.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Fairly average actually.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Oh she’s tired relatively soon after she’s completely finished. Especially if she can snuggle up to her partner, the closeness and warmth will help her fall asleep really quickly.

#tomura shigaraki #tomura shigaraki x reader #lady nagant #lady nagant x reader #kaina tsutsumi #kaina tsutsumi x reader #bnha smut #curious little valentine

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elaineplayz · 2 years

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Kaina overstimulate you by licking and sucking your pretty hole meanwhile you keep babbling incoherent words, then she reminds you while her mouth is between your thighs that Kai could heard your sound and be awake, but you're to fucked up just by her mouth to even understand her words <333

#lady nagant #lady nagant x reader #kaina #kaina tsutsumi #lady nagant x reader smut #kaina x reader smut #thirst #bnha thirst #mha thirst #lady nagant thirst #kaina thirst

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curiousquirks · 1 year

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hello lovely person!!

please feed us some lady nagant extremely fluffy hcs!!!! i love her smm

She’s a blanket hog, keeping the covers all to herself. She’ll fight pretty hard in her sleep to keep them too, only stopping when you snuggle closer to her.

The cold air hits your skin, forcing a shiver out of you involuntarily. You lazily grabbed at the blanket, now barely covering your body, noting the immediate resistance. You heard the soft whining coming from Kaina next to you, tugging against your grip on the blanket. Turning over to face her just in time to watch her wrap the rest of the blanket around herself, effectively yanking the blanket away from you. You barely open your eyes, the light flicking in through the curtains straining your vision as you try adjusting them. Kaina sighed contently, clearly comfortable in her cocoon, completely unaware of your silent suffering. You groan in frustration as you shift yourself closer to her, having comical aggression as you unwrap part of the blanket that she has around herself. She whines and tries clinging to the fabric as she burrows herself into the blanket further. “Kaina.” You whined, yanking the fabric more but failing miserably. You eventually decided that trying to get your portion of the blanket back wasn’t going to happen, not when you didn’t have enough energy to try and fight her. “...’m cold.” Your voice got muffled into the blanket as you shoved your face into the blanket, shutting your eyes. She mumbled something, before turning to face you. You grumpily turned yourself around, pouting and freezing but too lazy to get up. You peeked your eyes open when you felt sudden warmth behind you. Kaina moved herself behind you, wrapping her arm around your waist as she lazily threw part of the blanket over your body. She pressed her face into your shoulder as she smiled. “If you wanted to cuddle, you could’ve just asked.” You joked, trying and failing to pull more of the blanket towards you. “You’re still being stingy though.” “I’m warming you up.” She retorted, partially muffled into your shoulder. “Stop complaining.”

Kaina will always leave random pictures in her partner’s phone gallery when she has a hold of their phone.

She’ll take selfies and leave them for you to find. She’ll never directly tell you or even hint at it for you to find, wanting you to randomly come across them. After the second time, you always make it a point to check your camera roll. You love scrolling through every picture she’s taken, most of them silly and random. It’s a different side of Kaina that hardly anyone gets to see.

She enjoys sitting on her partner’s lap, laying her head against their shoulder. It’s incredibly comforting and relaxing. She feels the safest with them.

Kaina moved herself into your lap, wrapping her arms around your neck before placing a kiss to your forehead. She giggled as you started placing multiple kisses across her face. She hums lightly before laying her head against your shoulder, your hand rubbing small circles on her back. “I love you.” She said, softly, letting her eyes fall close as she takes in the moment. “I love you more.”

She adores putting those silly little filters over photos she takes of her partner and herself. She thinks they’re the cutest thing and always excitedly shows them off.

“Look!” Kaina exclaimed, practically shoving the phone in your face. “Look how cute we look!” You lightly gripped her hand as you tried pulling the phone back so you could actually see her screen. She had placed a filter over the photo she took of you two, seeing both of you now sporting cat ears and hearts. She took her hand back, continuing to swipe different things around her screen as she softly squealed to herself. “You look way better in those than I do.” You joked, smiling as you watched her. You swear you couldn’t love her more than you already do, and she always finds new ways to make your heart fill with more love than before. “Oh come on, you’re so cute. Especially in this one.” She said, holding up her phone again. This time she held further back allowing you to see yourself in a different picture she took but this time with different effects across it. “It’s my favorite.” “I still think it can’t top any photo you’re in.” You responded, grinning when she started pouting. “Stop trying to get out of my compliments!” She said, playfully hitting you on the arm as she went back to her phone.

#lady nagant #lady nagant x reader #kaina tsutsumi x reader #kaina tsutsumi #curious asks #bnha fanfiction #bnha headcannons

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