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kaedeakeshisworld · 2 years

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Honey, let me take care of you

Cw: as always black female reader unless gender neutral is mentioned, degradation kink(whore, slut, harlot and bitch), praise kink(sweetie, honey and baby) breast/nipple worship, endytophilia, thigh riding, choking, dirty talking, impact play, Miruko is a bisexual femdom, reader is onmisexual, reader is commando under her skirt, reader is needy and Miruko is going to deliver!

wc: 631 (yes under 1k still- this is mainly for me, I'm always like write less than 500 words but end up doing more still sigh)

Aperçu: Miruko is a busy hero and she has been neglecting her partner this past month. Even though she had told herself that relationships were a top priority when it came to her life, it seems that she can’t keep her promises. Will she make it up to the reader or not?

Miruko finally came back home, much later than she had promised, though… You are patiently waiting for her sitting on that office chair you love so much. Maybe today, this room will be put to another use other than hero work you think. Her steps are steadily approaching the door and she opens it and you greet her not so warmly “ Welcome back” you announce dryly. She responds with an enthusiastic “I’m home honey, missed you!” as she wraps her arms around you and softly kisses your plump lips. You moan into the kiss, it starts to get heated and then she stops. She lovingly looks at you, smiles and sits on her modern mahogany desk. You tell her “ Why did you stop? You know I deserve so much more than what you have just given me.”

“I know baby but it’s also about time you give me a performance, don’t you think I know that you have no panties under that skirt, huh”

How did she know that? You wonder and you remember that you left your underwear somewhere scattered in the apartment. She was paying attention to you right now and out of nowhere she pulled out your panties and held them in front of your face.

So you raise your skirt and start to caress your folds already wet from the effect Rumi’s kiss had on you. It's not the first time you masturbate in front of her while keeping eye contact. It’s such a turn on to see her in a suit and tie with a slicked bun, her loosened collar makes this scene more erotic because you shouldn’t be doing this here.

You have been in relationships with a few people but they had never seemed to prioritise your pleasure until you met her. She always had you cuming on her tongue, thighs, fingers or even when she was in her mean phase which happens usually if you behave well twice a year on any surface of the apartment ( I’ll leave that up to your imagination, judgement free zone here…) You were gasping for air, you were close to climax and she utters “ This is the gift I get for working so hard right, after a whole month of not touching you… soaked panties for me, I should be proud of my obedient whore!” out of nowhere. She snaps her finger and declares “ Who allowed you to stop pathetic slut, keep going. You can’t stop until I tell you to!”

So you keep going and there you have your first orgasm. You didn’t know you were a squirter before having sex with Rumi and now every single time you have sexual intercourse you squirted. She praised you each time you did it “ such a good doll for me, right. Come here, let me hug you for a little bit.” she motioned you towards her.

Now she is sitting on that chair and you are riding her thigh while she simultaneously plays with your nipples. She pinches them, sometimes vigorously sucks on them, bites it whenever your pace falters. She gropes them whilst she puts her face on them, inhaling the dizzy scent of your grapefruit body butter.

She also chokes you from time to time because you love the feeling. She helps you to roll your hips on top of her thighs, bounces you one it occasionally making you sensitive down there. She also smacks your buttcheeks to keep you going whenever you slow down saying “Now, now sweetie you can’t be doing this. Remember your pleasure is more important than my own whenever we fuck”

You were so lost in your own pleasure that her voice seemed distant. She kept saying “come on vicious harlot since you want to cum so bad get it yourself ”

Fic 2 of the Pride series.

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robinsomega · 1 year

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miruko/rumi in rut x reader

this is a drabble for rumi in rut, i might make this a full length thing at some point but... here are my thoughts. it's by no means perfect this took me 15 minutes i am simply here to dump my opinions about rumi turning me into her cumdump idk what else there is to say. also male rabbits actually don't go into ruts so you can ignore that or think of this as an abo fic, either works

content warnings: rumi has a dick, breeding kink, mentions of reader getting pregnant/carrying her kids, idk just lots of cum, i think that's it lmk if anything else needs to be tagged

thinking about rumi in a rut and the only thing she wants to do is fuck a baby into you... sharing her rut with her would be absolutely insane, because she literally won't stop until she's sure you're filled with as much cum as she can possibly stuff into you before either of you are able to sleep, her rut pushing her on to the point she can't even feel the overstimulation over the physical urge she has to get you knocked up carrying a litter of her kittens. just the thought of how you'd look stuffed full and carrying her kits has her hips picking up speed even further, jackrabbiting right into your wet heat. (pun slightly intended) by the time she's decided you're as stuffed as she can get you, the entire lower half of your body is numb and shaking. you don't know how many times she dumped a load in you but you do know how heavy your stomach feels, filled to the absolute brim. you don't know how you're going to last until the end of the week when this is only the second day.

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nightfall-kachiniko · 1 year

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NO BECAUSE MIRKO FUCKS AROUND WITH HAWKS ALL THE TIME- SHELL BE LIKE-

Mirko: “ENDEAVOR DEAD AT 49”

Hawks: “NOOOOOAAAAA🦅🦅🦅”

#hawks headcanons #hawks #hawks x y/n #hawks x reader #hawks x you #mha hawks #hawks scenarios #my hero academia hawks #jealous hawks #hawks smut #bnha hawks #boku no hero academia hawks #mha keigo takami #keigo takami headcanons #pro hero mirko #mirko x reader #bnha mirko #endeavor mha #enji todoroki

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mikasa-imadebiscults · 1 year

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Pro Heroes - When They Wake Up In The Mood

100 Followers Event: 21/31

(Characters Included- Midnight, Aizawa, Mirko, and Present Mic)

(Warning: NSFW Themes)

- It was almost 3 in the morning, and you woke up with your partner on top of you. They were giving soft kisses and bite marks on your jawline and neck. Then they looked up at you and gave a soft smiled, noticing that you are now awake. You could already tell by the way they were acting what was happening, so you gave them the okay. They went down your body and started to kiss the fabric that was covering your crotch. They teased you a bit before deciding to taste what’s underneath.

|Midnight, Present Mic

- You were finally able to get some sleep, it was a long two hours of sex with your partner. It was about midnight and you suddenly woke up to a strange but familiar feeling. You felt your body started to heat up when you saw that your partner inserted something in you. They smirked and told you that they just needed one more round and asked if they could move. You said yeah and they started to move in and out of you, giving you praise and talking about how good you look.

|Aizawa, Rumi

Masterlist

#mha scenarios #mha fanfiction #mha x reader #mha x y/n #mha smut #mha aizawa #aizawa x reader #aizawa x y/n #aizawa smut #mha midnight #midnight x reader #mha mirko #mirko x reader #mirko smut #hizashi yamada #hizashi x reader #present mic #mha hizashi

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genderfluid-insomniac · 2 years

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24th: Outdoor Sex // Tender Sex

Mirko x reader

It wasn’t long after Rumi got home from her patrol that she had you pinned against the glass on your balcony, passionately kissing your lover and drifting your hands down her body.

“Baby you have no idea how good it feels to be back in your arms, the warm of your skin and feel of your lips.”

You hadn’t seen her in a while because of missions and to say you hadn’t had any sexual frustration would be a lie, melting into her warm embrace and letting soft moans slip for her to hear.

“Your beautiful gorgeous body rubbing against mine all hot and bothered, in desperate need of some loving after being lonely and alone from your girlfriend.”

Her lips leaving hickeys all down your body and shivering from the cold fall wind ghosting over your body, the heat from Mirko’s own skin encouraging you to pull her closer and taste her once more.

“Hm, your lips are as soft as ever and the best part is you’re all mine, everyone down there can hear us maybe but you’re mine to take.”

Arching your back when you felt her fingers slip into you, shooting shocks of pleasure through your nerves and whispering back to her.

“We have a lot of lost time to make up for and I hope you have the stamina because I can go all night and I play on giving you orgasm after orgasm.”

Just pure loving moments between the two of you as he shielded you from the outside world that posed so many dangers, tenderly cupping your face as her fingers push in and out of you.

#bnha mirko #mirko x reader #rabbit hero: mirko #mirko x y/n #rumi usagiyama #rumi usagiyama x reader #mirko smut

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pixeldemonia · 2 years

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What wouldn't i give to be sandwiched between them

Oh Mirko, i don't know if i wanna be her o be with her. Bakugou is the love of my life, but she has a special place in my heart...

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jazzthatonewriterchick · 1 year

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Here, Kitty, Kitty (18+ Fic)

Pairing: Aizawa x Black!Catgirl!Reader

Synopsis: In which you find yourself in the weirdest predicament after you’re scooped up and taken to a cat cafe after you decide to take the streets to fight some crime, and you’re adopted by your very anti-social and hot coworker Aizawa aka Eraserhead.

Story Warnings: Smutty smut, 18+ (MINORS GET AWAY), Swearing, Adult!Reader, Ear and Tail Stroking, Light Degradation, Spanking, Exhibitionism, Multiple Positions, Creampie, Unprotected PIV Sex, Facial, Scent Play, Collaring, Deepthroat, Cunnlingus, Begging, Edgeplay, Power Play, Rope Play/Shibari, Master Kink, Some Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Some Action

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!

Writer’s Note: I wanna have Aizawa's kids. That is all. -Jazz

Read on AO3 here!

Other Chapters: One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten. Eleven. Twelve. Thirteen. Fourteen. Fifteen. Sixteen. Seventeen. Eighteen. Nineteen. Twenty. Twenty-One. Twenty-Two. Twenty-Three. Twenty-Four. Twenty-Five.

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FOUR.

When the holy Sunday makes its grand arrival, Aizawa is up early and going hard in the faculty dorms’ gym.

He usually is up past 6 AM to get started with his gym regime, starting with weights and bench presses, doing several rounds of cardio, and then ending with a cool-down session to stretch out his tired muscles. He likes coming here in the early mornings on weekends especially since no one is up yet and he has free range of the machines offered in the little gym.

It also gives him time to focus hard on his exercise and training–something other than you. He ends his gym round earlier than usual though due to some plans later today that involves a very special girl.

When he finally finishes stretching out his tired limbs from hours of squats, weight-lifting, and running on the cardio, he takes a cool towel that is offered near the door, sitting in a mini fridge along with orange slices and water bottles. Then, as he uncaps his Hydro Flask of water, he walks out of the private gym to head back to his dorms.

As he makes it upstairs, he doesn’t count on seeing Nemuri standing at his door, looking distressed and not at all her bright and bushy-tailed self. Aizawa’s stomach drops immediately, all the positivity he was feeling prior to leaving the gym gone.

“Nemuri?” he asks, immediately hurrying over to her.

She turns to him and he sees that she’s been crying–her eyes are wet and red. “Oh, Shouta!” she shouts, immediately meeting him across the hall. “Thank Goodness, you’re here! I tried calling you, but you never answered so I just came up to see you.”

“I keep my phone off when I’m in the gym,” Aizawa explains, worried about her. She looks awful–she is still in her lacey camisole and shorts along with specialty-made Mirko the Rabbit Hero slippers; her hair is limp and unkempt, the usual bounce of lively curls not in them.

“What’s goin’ on?” he asks, concerned. Was there a villain attack? Is it one of the students or their friends? Maybe something is wrong with Mic? His anxiety begins to take over his body, causing his heartbeat to accelerate.

“Have you seen Y/N anywhere since last night?” Nemuri questions, desperation in her eyes. His eyebrows furrow in confusion. “No, not since Friday,” he answers after backtracking his week. “Why? Is she okay?”

“I can’t find her!” Nemuri sobs. Now Aizawa’s anxiety is through the fucking roof. You’re missing? “What do you mean you can’t find her?” he asks. “Doesn’t she live on the same floor as you?”

“Yes, but she never came home last night,” Nemuri continues, getting increasingly more upset the more she talks. “She never told me where she was going, but she always texts me any time she gets back into her dorm at night. When I called this morning, she never answered, so I went to visit her and…”

She pauses, her lip trembling. “She wasn’t here!” she wails. “Oh, what if she’s in trouble? What if she’s hurt? What if–”

“Okay, okay, relax,” Aizawa soothes her, putting a hand on her shoulder. But even he can’t soothe himself–the anxious roiling in his stomach is a testament to how worried he is of you now. He didn’t know you went out at night like that. “Is this a regular thing for her to do?” he asks.

Nemuri nods, lashes wet and bottom lip quivering. “Then if that’s the case, she probably got caught up with something or maybe her phone died.”

“I’m just so worried for her, Shouta,” Nemuri sighs, looking like she may faint. “I know the campus is relatively safe for us staff, but outside of here is a different story!”

Aizawa goes to say more to try and comfort his friend, but the beep on his phone stops him. He looks down, finding the reminder he set for his plans today: pick up Eri for lunch.

He sighs, pocketing his phone. “Look, I gotta go,” he says, squeezing Nemuri’s hand. “I’ll keep an eye out for Y/N and let you know if I see her, but if she does this normally, she’s a big girl and can take care of herself.”

Nemuri nods and thanks him with a tight hug before she walks down the hallway to the elevator, quiet sobs leaving her mouth as she does. Aizawa’s heart sinks for his friend, and at the fact that you’re possibly missing.

Though he knows you’re a big girl and doesn’t know you from a can of paint except for you being a counselor, a college graduate, and an animal hybrid, he can’t help but feel highly concerned for your safety. Especially for a pretty thing like you. The streets can be hostile, especially at night.

He does his best to push the anxiety-fueled thoughts aside as he goes about his day. Once he’s inside his dorm, he strips himself of his tracksuit pants, loose tank, and sweat-soaked boxers, revealing his sweaty muscles touched with bruises and scars that have healed over the years.

After tossing them in the laundry basket in his closet, he steps into the bathroom to take a much-needed hot shower. He groans in pleasure as the hot water hits his tired, aching muscles; a nice reward for a great workout.

Afterward, he changes into a black tee and jeans to pair with his leather jacket and kicks. As he walks out of his bedroom to head out, he passes the closed bedroom door of the very special guest he’s had the honor of calling his own for the past year. A fond, adoring smile crosses his lips, the urge to see her pushing him to move his ass.

It only takes a walk across campus to the student dorms to make it to Hitoshi’s dorm. When he knocks, the tall, lanky yet muscled junior opens the door, looking extremely tired. Aizawa puts a finger to his lips, silencing Hitoshi, before slinking into his dorm and standing in the middle of the floor.

On Hitoshi’s couch sits his little Eri, vigorously coloring in her favorite pink sweater with a purple cat face on it and striped stockings, her off-white locks pinned back with barrettes that were probably Mirio’s doing to show off her cute little horn. When she looks up with those big crimson eyes Aizawa loves so much, she gasps. “Daddy!” she shouts as if she hasn’t seen him in years when in reality, it’s only been two days.

Ever since Aizawa agreed to do night patrols again, he’s been letting Eri stay in Hitoshi’s dorm to make sure she’s supervised. Eri proclaimed Hitoshi as her “stepbrother” since she first came to UA after being rescued from Overhaul. The entire school took a liking to her, leading to most of the students proclaiming themselves as her bodyguards.

Aizawa isn’t much better. Ever since he volunteered to care for Eri as she got acclimated to her new environment and to help her with her powers, he’s grown attached to the little girl. Now, he looks at the girl as his.

His little girl. His daughter. And nobody ever harms or touches what’s his.

“Hey, you,” he coos, filled with warmth when Eri runs to him and throws her little body into his arms. He squeezes her tight, nuzzling his nose into her white hair. “How’s my favorite girl, hm?” He looks around Hitoshi’s dorm, noticing the crayons littering his couch and the open box of Fruit Loops in his kitchen.

“Drivin’ me crazy,” the lavender-haired boy sighs. “She wouldn’t stop talking about this cat cafe you’re supposedly taking her to later.”

Aizawa glances down at a very-excited Eri and pulls away to give her a stern look. “Eri,” he criticizes. “What did we talk about? No annoying Hitoshi when he’s watching you.”

Eri continues to wiggle excitedly, her smile infectious. “Sorry, Daddy,” she whines. “I’m just so excited! Koa's Purrr Palace and Cafe is my favoritest place in the world!” Aizawa practically dies from her utter cutest. “Alright, you get a pass today, but only ‘cause it’s your birthday and you’re so darn cute.” He pokes her nose, earning a giggle.

He helps Eri clean up her things and packs them away in her leapfrog backpack before they head to the door, hand in hand. “Thanks, Shinso. I’ll take it from here.” Hitoshi nods, leaning against the door frame as Aizawa passes him $50 for his services. “See you, Eri,” he calls to the girl as he shuts the door.

“Bye, ‘Toshi!” Eri yells back in her cute little voice. She then looks up at Aizawa, her hand in his. “Can we go now, Daddy? Can we go now pleeeeease?”

Aizawa could gobble her up with how cute she is. How anyone could harm such an innocent soul is beyond him. “Alright, alright,” he sighs, defeated, “but be on your best behavior.” Eri squeals in excitement as they walk together out of the dorms and into the spring sun.

Koa’s Purrr Palace is by far one of Eri’s favorite places to exist in Musutafu. Aizawa will admit that the place is cute as hell: it serves as a rescue center for stray cats in the city and a cafe that serves the best coffee and sandwiches Aizawa has ever had. He found it by accident one day and didn’t know it was a cat cafe until he walked inside and the smallest tabby he’s ever seen tried to bite his boots.

“Koshi, cut it out!” Koa, the little old lady who owns the place, had sternly told the kitten. “No biting the guests!” She had offered Aizawa a free coffee and a $15 gift card as an apology, which led him to come back with Eri on the weekends. They’ve been regulars to the point where Koa and the staff know them by name.

As soon as they step into the cafe, Aizawa is hit with the scent of roasted coffee beans and the sweet aroma of baked bread that makes his stomach growl. One employee is busy serving two middle school girls their crepes while two other employees are cleaning the area, wiping off tables and booths. Aizawa swears he’s never seen so many cats in his life–everywhere he looks, there’s one lounging on a chair or playing in their cat tower, tiny meows filling the air.

If he could adopt all of them, he would.

Eri is in her world. Her big eyes flick from side to side of the room, drinking in the sight of cats galore. “Kitties!” she shouts a little too loudly, alerting one of the employees.

“Oh, Eri and Mr. Aizawa!” she greets them happily. “You’re just in time! Koa is in the back, but she told me to let you know we got a shipment for ice cream if you want our signature purrr parfaits.”

Eri gapes happily at her at the sound of her favorite parfaits. “Yes, please!” she enthusiastically replies, making the employee laugh. “We’ll take two, thanks,” Aizawa patiently replies, taking Eri’s hand. “And tell Koa thank you. C’mon, Eri; let’s sit down so the employees can do their jobs.”

They do so, taking a seat at a table near a cat tower where they watch two kittens play with each other, Eri giggling at them. A few minutes later, a short, old woman with silver-white hair cropped to her shoulders steps out from the back. She smiles at the sight of Aizawa and Eri. “Ah, there are my favorite customers!” she happily greets them.

“Hi, Ms. K!” Eri giggles, now petting one of the kittens. She’s gentle and careful as the kitten rubs its head into her hand. Aizawa could die from the cuteness.

“Good afternoon, Shouta,” Koa says, smiling down at him. “Still no girl on your arm?”

Aizawa blushes beneath his scarves, doing his best to hide his face. “Koa, you know I’m too busy to date with this one in my hair.” He nods at Eri who is now playing with three other kittens, flinging a feathered toy around.

“That’s no excuse!” Koa playfully argues. “I happen to know many fine-looking young women who love single dads.”

Once again, Aizawa turns a bright red and adverts his eyes, making the old lady laugh. He swears that every single person he knows asks him why he isn’t in a relationship yet. It isn’t like he’s against the dating scene, but between caring for Eri, teaching his classes, working as a pro, and fiending over you, Aizawa knows he’s too busy to date.

“Well, being tied up with your little girl is all the more reason to find a nice lady to help you out,” Koa chuckles. “Or you could always just visit here. Animals make great company; especially as pets. Our adoption rates have just been shooting through the roof lately.”

Eri whips around, her white hair flying. “Pets?” she asks, wide-eyed. “You mean we can adopt the kitties here too?!”

Koa gives a bellied laugh while Aizawa shakes his head. “Eri, we’ve gone over this: no animals are allowed in the dorms. You know that Nezu is paranoid.” Eri gives him a cute little scowl, her bottom lip poking. “No pouting either,” Aizawa sternly says.

As stubborn as the girl is, Eri knows the rules. Principal Nezu is serious about dorm rules, especially having pets. Aizawa can understand since Nezu is a mouse–every animal is scary to him, but cats? That’s probably a nightmare.

“Aww, it’s okay, Eri, dear,” Koa laughs. “Nothing a good parfait and some playtime can’t cure.”

Koa winks at the little girl as one of the employees comes to their table holding two delicious-looking parfaits: vanilla ice cream and spongey cake at the bottom of the glasses topped in whipped cream, strawberries, waffle cones, and chocolate syrup that drizzles over the glass rims. Eri thanks the employee as she grabs hers, already digging in.

“Go on and have fun!” Koa urges, motioning around the cafe like it’s Eri’s playpen…which it is.

For the next fifteen minutes, Aizawa watches Eri as she runs around the cafe while Koa and the employees work, serving others drinks and tending to the cats. During, Aizawa spends time eating his parfait, scrolling through his phone, and letting one of the cats toy with his scarf. ‘So damn cute,’ he thinks, cursing Nezu for that stupid pet rule. He wouldn’t mind having a cat around his dorm to keep him company since dating is out of the question right now.

“Oh, they’re so cute!” Eri suddenly squeals. “Daddy, look at this one!”

Aizawa looks up, finding his daughter standing at the cat cages off to the side. A sign posted on the wall states that they are all available for playtime and adoptions. Eri is busy staring into the cage of a teeny black cat curled up on a plush blanket, sleeping soundly.

“Eri,” he sighs, striding over to the overexcited child, “leave the cat alone. It’s sleeping right now, so…”

But as he gets closer and closer to the cat, his words die in his throat. He doesn’t understand why or what kind of feeling he’s feeling as he stares down at it, but it renders him speechless.

“Oh, her!” Koa says from the back counter, wiping down some spilled coffee. “She came in last night. Poor baby had an injured paw when I found her, so I brought her in.” She tuts at the kitty. “She must’ve been exhausted; she’s been sleeping the whole day.”

Aizawa continues to stare wordlessly at the cat, a warm feeling tingling inside of him. It’s just a regular-looking, short-haired black cat with one of its paws wrapped in a bandage, but Aizawa can’t help but feel like there is something more to the kitty; something special. He stares at it and feels as if he’s met this specific cat before.

Realizing how he probably looks right now–like an idiot–, he quickly steers Eri away from the cage. “Let’s not bother her, baby,” he gently says. “Let’s play with the two down here. They look lively.” He points down at the cage where two long-haired kittens are wrestling with each other, tiny mews filling the air.

“Can we, Ms. Koa?!” Eri excitedly asks, bouncing on her feet. Koa is already walking over with a key to unlock the cage. “Of course, dear,” she giggles. “Just don’t wear yourself out too much before you eat the rest of your parfait.”

Aizawa swears he's never seen a kid so excited for some damn cats.

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deleteddewewted · 2 years

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Could you do Male readerx Mount Lady x Miruko Sweat and sour. R is tired of Yu publicly denying that she is in a relationship because of her "brand". When she is confronted, Yu asked how people would react that she is sleeping with a quirkless nobody. R gets upset and leaves to his friend Rumi's house. She comfort him and suggests they make a sex tape as payback. Maybe end it with a, "He's mine now, bitch." (Could the smut be from the perspective of Yu watching the tape?) Thanks.

Sweet and Sour: Revenge Tape

Mirko x M! Reader x Mount Lady

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W: Breeding Kink, Sub! Mirko, Angst, NSFW, Dom! Reader, Male! Reader, Impact Play, Overstimulation, Daddy Kink, Revenge, Sex Tape

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Takeyama didn’t know what to think of you after you ignored her texts for the past two days. She knew she messed up and she knew she embarrassed you but you always came back to her. You always answered when she called, always responded to her texts when she’d send one. But, after a disastrous night out where you tried to pull her into a kiss after eating out at a restaurant she’d been dying to try, you hadn’t responded to any of the messages she had sent.

“For the love of fuck, Y/n. Answer me!” She grew frustrated with you. It wasn’t normal for her to be ignored. What could be so important that you felt the need to ignore her?

More days went by and eventually, she gave up on calling you. You ignored all attempts to be contacted and didn’t bother to interact with any of the mutual friends you both had.

“Yu, have you ever thought of going to your ex’s house?” Nishiya rolled his eyes at his roommate and sighed when he watched her deflate.

“Yu, do you even like Y/n romantically?” Takeyama’s eyes widened, offense clear on her face.

“Yes! Of course, I do! Why would you ever assume I didn’t?” Takeyama yelled. She felt her eye twitch as Nishiya judged her with his gaze.

“Are you serious right now?” He sighed. The stress of having to deal with her complicated emotions was too much for him.

“Yes! I love Y/n. He’s my boyfriend!” She whined.

“If he’s your boyfriend then why don’t you let him kiss you in public?”

“Because-” She tried to clarify herself but Nishiya cut her off.

“Why don’t you let him hold you or hug you, then? Why isn’t he able to call you or acknowledge you as his girlfriend while you’re both out, huh?” He raised his brow at her all while looking smug.

He knew every single detail and event of your relationships. It was embarrassing how much he knew about you and Takeyama. He knew how much you devoted yourself to her and how little she gave back. He watched how Takeyama spent hours on the phone talking to you about something that caught her interest and how attentive she became any time you spoke. He had to watch how you both cuddled on the couch during a movie night and how loud you fucked in Takeyama’s bedroom afterward. It disgusted him to hear how casually Takeyama dismissed you for quirkless nobody when I’m public and during interviews.

“Oh, him? Yeah, no, he’s just some mega fan who I like to take pity on. Poor guy is quirkless so he likes being around heroes.” The mocking and annoying laugh she would let out was just as vile as her words. He could see that she loved you, that she truly wanted something with you besides getting a quick lay. He saw it but so did her manager.

Everyone around her told her that she had to pretend not to know you. Being seen with a quirkless was mildly disapproved of but dating willingly was the biggest insult to modern society. The hero world expected her to do her duty and to bring children into this world who would best her capabilities. But if they found out that a quirkless had managed to breed and fuck her full of their cum, the hero world would implode in a mix of joy and disgust. You were no one and nothing in their world and because of that, you were not allowed to be recognized as her partner.

“You know why. Do you think I’m happy with this? I want to be able to go out with my boyfriend on cute dates and be able to kiss him without feeling shame.”

“So you are shamed of him?” Takeyama covered her face as she thought to herself.

She wasn’t ashamed of you, not at all….at least that was what she told herself to cope with the circumstances. She was raised in a society that valued quirks and the type of quirk you possessed. She was practically destined to be a hero the moment her quirk manifested and spent her time being praised for doing the bare minimum. When she got with you, she was looking for an adventure, something new and foreign to her. She loved the simplicity of your life yet how difficult it was for you. The way you navigated life without a quirk made her completely enamored with you which sold her in the idea of committing herself fully to you. You were the “it” she had been looking for and once she got you in her bedroom after a night of clubbing, she knew that no one other than you would be able to satisfy her.

Takeyama still remembered what her first time with you was like. You were gentle with her even as you noticed all of the scars and cuts that littered her body. You kissed her softly, your hands wandered over her body as your mouth made its way towards her breasts. You sucked on her nipples and played with them as she gasped. You relished her broken moans and made it your duty to take care of her in every way. Your fingers slowly plunged inside her and thrust at an even pace. She remembered arching her back and squirting all over your hand and face. She had never had someone touch her so softly and treat her like a princess. So when you finally had your sex inside her, when you finally had her pussy lips spread and wrapped around you, she couldn’t help but scream for you. You felt right, so, so right inside her. You made her realize that ambition of fame and adoration from nameless fans meant nothing if you weren’t by her side.

“I’m used to being around people who are like me. We don’t live in a place or time where having a quirkless partner is acceptable by most.” She wanted you with everything she had

“I love him. I want all of him and I want to spend the rest of my life with him.” Nishiya watched as the blond cried to herself. He would offer comfort but he also knew that by doing so he would be enabling her behavior and minimizing the seriousness of the situation. You both needed to talk and that was up to her to do.

Days went by and there was still nothing from you. She reached out, she even visited your apartment but you didn’t answer her. She spent most of her time going from work and then heading back home to cry over your absence. She couldn’t drink no matter how much she wanted to drown her feelings in alcohol and it sucked because the more she looked at the pictures she had hanging on her walls of the two of you, the more of an asshole she felt.

Takeyama was daydreaming of the date you were supposed to be on but was quickly snapped out of it once a package was shoved in front of her by Nishiya.

“What’s this?” She grabbed the small package and turned it around to see it was addressed to her.

“I have no idea but it’s for you.” Nishiya sighed before leaving the shared apartment.

Tired and battered after a long patrol, Takeyama took off her hero costume before heading to the bathroom to bathe, the package still in her hand. She made sure that the water was scolding hot before making herself comfortable in the bath. She relaxed and basked in the warm water and closed her eyes. She thought of what you would do if you were there to see her. Would you join her or would you sit beside the tub and massage shampoo into her hair? She opened her eyes and reached out for that package that she had placed on top of the toilet cover. She ripped the thing open, not caring that water splashed out onto the tiled floor.

“What?” It was a display hologram that contained a video. Confused, she opened the hologram and pressed play.

The scene on the holographic screen was of you cuddling with Mirko. You had your head leaned against her own and your legs were tangled together. It looked normal apart from your hand that had wandered into Mirko’s underwear. She was in a sheer white top with panties and your hand was clearly playing with her clit. Mirko gasped as you quickened your pace and leaned into you in search of a kiss. You reciprocated and kissed her passionately. Takeyama watched as you slipped your fingers inside Mirko’s cunt with tears in her eyes.

Mirko screamed your name, her body responds to your every touch.

“Y/n, please. Make me yours. Please!” The dark-skinned woman moaned. You didn’t answer her but you instead shoved your tongue into her mouth before getting on top of her. Your back faces the camera but by the way, you brought your hand up to your mouth, Takeyama assumed you cleaned up your fingers with your mouth.

You pulled yourself out of your pants and moved Mirkos panties to the side before slapping her sex. The white-haired woman let out a yelp before lifting her legs up and flushed against her before reaching down and spreading her pussy lips for you.

“Fuck me, Y/n. Breed me, baby.” You grabbed her by the throat and shoved your dick inside of her slicked cunt.

You snapped your hips hard, the sound of your balls hitting her ass resonated throughout the entire room and was difficult to ignore. You growled as Mirko moaned like a bitch in heat and begged for your babies. Takeyama watched as you slapped the rabbit hero’s tits and cunt before sucking on her nipples with vigor. Slick drooled out of here while cum coated your cock as you continue your relentless pound into her now puffy pussy.

“Yeah? You want this dick to breed you, slut? You want daddy to fuck this cunt full?” You slapped her across the face and let out a growl when she only managed to choke out half of your name.

“Answer, slut.” You spat.

“Y-yes! Plea-se!!!!” Mirko arched as you continued to pound into her.

You changed your positioning so that your thrust would go deeper and began to unexpectedly snap your hips to get her to yell. Mirko grabbed onto you, her legs now pressed flush against her by your hands, as she obeyed all of your orders. You told her not to cum until you thoroughly bred her pussy full and she happily obliged because she wanted to feel your warm seed inside her. She thought about having your babies before, cute little hybrids that were a mix of you and her that she would show off to the world. Cute babies that you could both build a nest with and raise together. Children who she could show off to Takeyama since the blond never publicly acknowledged you.

Mirko begged for permission. You told her to hold it because you were close. She nodded and clenched so that her walls hugged your length and she quickly felt the urge to squirt. The knot that formed in her stomach began to loosen but with a quick spank to her leg, she tensed up and caused you to cum. You snapped your hips before completely burying yourself inside her wet and puffy cunt. You rubbed her clit and slapped it which got her over the edge too. She squirted all over your pelvis and came on your cock before collapsing and shaking under you. You laid on top of her and turned the both of you over so that she laid on top. This position allowed Takeyama to see that you had bred Mirko, your cum oozed out of the muscular woman’s sex. Mirko’s legs twitched and her tail wagged as you gently rubbed her ass and spread her. You groaned out loud before chuckling. Mirko turned her head around and weakly spoke to the camera with a dick-drunk grin.

“He’s mine now, stupid bitch.” You spanked Mirko’s ass and told her to cut it out before bringing her down for a kiss which she happily reciprocated.

Takeyama dropped the hologram onto the tiled floor and made herself comfortable inside her tub. She was crying in pure humiliation and horror at what she watched but she also hated the burning feeling she felt below her waist. She had played with herself while she watched you fuck another woman and impregnate her. She continued to clean herself before solemnly making her way to her bedroom. She would spend the rest of the night crying over you and how much of an amazing father you will be to Mirko’s children.

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curiousquirks · 2 years

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❧ Genres I write:

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#rules #curious got serious

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robinsomega · 1 year

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i post for the five trans lesbians that are going to like my girldick rumi post btw.... u guys just don't get it

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getoswhore · 2 years

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☰ ft : mirko + midnight x f! reader

cw/tw : pwp + straps, threesome, cunnilingus, pet names, belly bulging.

mirko hums sweetly along with your panted, jaw renching, throat bobbing moans you spew out at each, long, languid, deep stroke she clashes against you with; feeling the rubbery, slick cock plummeting your insides with each rough buck of her hips she snaps with, making sure it reaches deep, making sure you can feel it buldging at your tummy even.

it's hard to focus on midnight herself, tongue trying hard to flick and roll against her pretty and puffy clit, but your mind fogs into mush; the deep pistoning of the rubbery cock ravaging your insides makes your eyes knock to the back of your head, arms to get limp too, trying hard to idly them around her slick, weeping entrance.

“looka her! can't even focus, such a pretty little mess!” mirko snickers from behind you, still keeping up the cruel rhythm, seeming to not slow down either, but only to pick up her pace; the small thumping of her foot hitting against the bed gets harder as she watches a clear, milky ring starting to coat around her cock.

“y/n’s trying, isn't that right you little thing.” the soft coo of midnights voice is breathy and soothing to your ears.

the soft praise makes your tummy coil, head to nod lazily in response with your jaw hinged wide, eager to treat her back. your tongue laps out like a dog in heat before slicking up and between her puffy folds, kissing away the sweet, slippery web of arousal weeping out her little hole, the pink muscle clenching at the tingling contact.

“atta girl!” mirko praises, hips snapping harder to bounce you into midnight’s pussy, forcing your lips to suction around her pretty bulb. and midnight could only throw her head back, hands playing idly around her perky tits, twisting and flicking at her hardened peaks as you suck at her clit.

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mikasa-imadebiscults · 10 months

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I Idk if you accept nsfw request but if you do how about fem s/o trying to top midnight/mic/miurko! Expect s/o gets much to flustered

(Hey Anon, thank you for the request and I hope you enjoy. Also unrelated but I started thinking about it and I need to write about Mirko more often)

Pro Heroes S/O Trying to Top but Gets too Flustered

(Characters Included- Midnight, Present Mic, and Mirko)

(Warning: NSFW content and swearing)

⛓️Nemuri Kayama⛓️ (Midnight)

- She would find it very amusing that you tried to dominate her but it would also turn her on greatly.

- She knows well that you get really flustered easily so she knows that soon you’ll be a flustered mess.

....

Nemuri has always been the dominant one in the relationship and you were happily the submissive one. She always patiently took care of you, spoiling you, giving everything you could ever asked for and you deeply appreciated that.

But today you wanted to try something different.

Today you were going to dominate The R-rated Hero herself.

You and Nemuri were relaxing in your shared bedroom and she decided to go to the dresser and change into her nighttime attire in front of you since you guys had already seen each other naked before. She had her back turned to you and you decided that this is the right time. You watched her as she took off her shirt and silently walked over behind her, wrapping your arms gently around her waist. One hand sliding down to rub on her sensitive areas and the other rising up to grab her tit.

Nemuri knew exactly what you were doing and decided to play along. “Oh my- ah yes touch me like that~”

You instantly froze. Mouth apart slightly from shock.

“That’s what I thought, darling.”

🎤Hizashi Yamada🎤 (Present Mic)

- At first he’ll be confused on the sudden change. He thinks it’s looks hot when you try and dominate him but he also thinks it looks hotter when you’re flustered.

- But you better be really prepared though because he WILL tease you a lot.

....

You guys were sitting on the couch watching a comedy movie as you both shared a small bowl of popcorn. Comedy movies were Hizashi’s favorite type of movie because as the name suggests they’re funny.

When he was dying laughing at a corny joke that one of the characters made, you decided to take the opportunity to dominate him when he least expects it.

Keeping your eyes on the movie, you slowly moved your hand up his thigh and to his clothed sensitive part. His laughter died down when he felt your hand and gave you a certain look.

“Oh my bad, I thought the popcorn bowl was there~” You said in a teasing tone, looking at him and you immediately got all hot and flustered at the way he looked at you right now.

“Since when did you become so bold?” He said with a playful smirk.

🐰Rumi Usagiyama🐰 (Mirko)

- Like Midnight, she would also find it really amusing that a person that gets flustered easily is trying to be the dominant one.

- That being said she still won’t let you dominate her and if you do try then you’ll get what’s coming.

....

One of Rumi’s hobbies is working out and due to her being very popular because she’s the number five hero, she gets a lot of attention whenever she’s in public. So to avoid the media interrupting her workout sessions to ask for a interview or something, she works out at home.

You loved it when she works out, you love to admire all of her (especially her muscles) and you feel so blessed to be in a actual relationship with her.

Right now Rumi was standing up lifting weights doing curls with them and you were silently watching her, you wouldn’t change nothing about this moment well that’s what you would’ve said but you did wanna try something different today.

As she was lifting the weights you came up to her, pressing your chest against her back and started to slowly feel her muscles.

She stopped what she was doing when she heard you say “You’ve been so stressed recently so how ‘bout you just sit back and let me make you feel good.”

“Appreciate the offer but it’s my job to make YOU feel good.” Rumi says dropping the weight on the floor and grabs you by the neck to pull you in for a rough kiss. Taking you by surprise, you moan into her mouth as she smirks against your lips.

Masterlist

#mha smut #mha x reader #mha x y/n #mha scenarios #mha headcanons #mha hcs #midnight x reader #nemuri kayama #present mic #hizashi x reader #hizashi yamada x reader #mha mirko #mirko x reader #rumi usagiyama #rumi x reader #mirko smut

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corpsekiller · 3 years

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Super horny right now and I wanna blow of some steam. Could you do Miruko teasing/punishing/edging the reader for playing with herself. Also could the reader have a Wolf quirk? Okay luv you, bye! 💖

𝐩𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 — 𝐫.𝐮𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐲𝐚𝐦𝐚

𝖯𝖠𝖨𝖱𝖨𝖭𝖦. rumi usagiyama x fem!reader

𝖶𝖠𝖱𝖭𝖨𝖭𝖦𝖲. nsfw, dom!miruko, sub!reader, degradation, praise mommy kink, hair pulling, pet play, spanking, fingering, edging, orgasm denial, dub-con if you squint

𝖲𝖸𝖭𝖮𝖯𝖲𝖨𝖲. after a long night of patrolling and fighting villains, rumi comes home to a rather unpleasant surprise.

𝖠𝖴𝖳𝖧𝖮𝖱'𝖲 𝖭𝖮𝖳𝖤. i loved your request and this switched dynamic of predator and prey with rumi as a rabbit and the reader with a wolf-related quirk. although this took me a little longer, i hope you still like it and enjoy this piece as much as i loved writing it 🖤

𝖫𝖤𝖭𝖦𝖳𝖧. 2.644 words

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“Oh, what do we have here? You’re such a naughty puppy, it’s as if you’re begging to get punished.” Broad shoulders lean against the doorframe, muscles bulge with every movement of her arms and fluffy bunny ears wiggle curiously as Rumi tuts in faux disappointment.

Of course, she’s been waiting for this. The inevitable moment of weakness that breaks the disciplined composure of her obedient little pet and finally gives her the chance to unravel a different side of her. Perhaps it’s the thrill of power she has over someone with a quirk like yours, a quirk that gives you attributes and abilities of a wolf that lets her want to have complete control over you — nothing is more empowering to a rabbit than forcing a predator into absolute submission.

The white fabric of her hero suit is tarnished with sprinkles of blood and a bruise decorates her cheek, blue and purple like the petals of a flower blossoming on her caramel skin. If you weren’t in such a miserable situation, you would’ve jumped off the bed without hesitance and checked her for any further injuries that might need your tender care.

She always praised you for your ability to patch her up so gently, careful not to hurt her with your claws which could easily cut her delicate flesh and shed more blood. Oh, how scared you were when you exactly scratched her neck while you were making out, and once in a while, Rumi catches herself staring at the faded scars you left on her body, right above her collarbone.

Always so docile, so sweet and cautious when you stitch her up. But today, that doesn’t matter. By the end of the night, she’ll be the one to tend to your wounds, look after your sore cunt and the marks she’s going to leave all over your pretty body. And you know it, too. You can see it in the sadistic quirk of her lips and the unexpected shift in the atmosphere, how your shared bedroom suddenly grows too hot, too small, too suffocating to breathe properly while you watch your girlfriend slip off her gloves with widened eyes and a quivering tail between your legs.

“You’re not even apologizing for your mistake. Where are your manners, pet?” And so, the game of wolf and bunny is set in motion.

A whine slips past your lips, broken and desperate, but you can’t bring yourself to move the hand nestled tightly between your soft thighs, too caught up in your searing embarrassment of being found defying one of the few rules she set up for you at the beginning of your relationship.

Words of explanation don’t come easily. Your tongue feels too heavy to utter a meek apology. Maybe you don’t even want to apologize. Somewhere in the back of your foolish mind, you want to argue instead, pout your lips and stomp your foot like a spoiled child. Tell her how it’s not fair, not at all because all this time you’ve been a good girl for her and always acted on your best behavior.

Never disobeyed. Never broke a fucking rule, never did anything wrong.

Until today.

“I thought I trained you better than this, puppy, but it seems I’ve been too soft with you lately,” she remarks casually and strides through the room. Gathering her ivory hair in her hands, she ties it back in a loose bun and arches her brow, crimson gaze focused on your fingers buried deep inside your pulsing cunt and your slick glistening alluringly on your inner thighs. “We should repeat some lessons and remind you who’s in charge here, don’t you think?”

There’s an unfamiliar glint in her eyes, something you haven’t seen before and it scares you — predatory and dangerous, so fucking intimidating it triggers your instinct to escape. A sharp gasp leaves your parted lips, then your naked feet already kick the pillows to the floor in your measly attempt to crawl to the other end of your bed before she reaches you, but Rumi is quick to strike. With lethal speed she lunges at you and wraps her hand around your ankle, effortlessly pulling you over the wrinkled sheets to trap you between her sturdy legs.

“Is the big bad wolf scared of a little bunny like me? How pathetic,” she chuckles tauntingly. Her fingers wander over the length of your arms and wrap around your wrists, pinning them over your head with a smug grin that sends a surge of tingling heat down your spine.

The warmth of her other hand sprawled over your naked stomach to press firmly press your hips against the mattress momentarily calms your nerves until she digs her nails into your waist, just enough to hinder your movements and keep you from squirming out of her trap, no matter how hard you try to fight her.

She’s strong, knows exactly how to manhandle you in every position without much effort, even if you throw a tantrum and show her your teeth, growling and whining around, thus she’s quick to flip you on your stomach and bend you over her knee, ass up and the rest of your trembling body barely covered by the shirt you’re wearing.

Her shirt, she noticed earlier, but she doesn’t give a shit about that flimsy piece of fabric now. Flattery won’t ease the punishment you’re about to receive and she’ll ensure that you’ve learned your lesson by the time she’s done with you. “Now, be a good girl and count.”

The first slap is harder than you expected. Your body rocks forward under the force of the impact and you yelp loudly, hands clawing at the thin sheets to find some kind of nonexistent support. Fuck, Rumi really won’t go easy on you tonight, you realize when she weaves a hand through your hair and pulls harshly. “Count for me, pet.”

“One,” you whimper as tears pool in the corners of your eyes. The sting grows persistent, skin prickling under the strength of her palm that just struck your ass, yet your pussy throbs at the thought of receiving more. A twisted game, isn’t it? You’re so hungry for it, so greedy for more, already bracing yourself for the next spank she’ll deliver to your bum while her fingers run through a few strands of your knotted hair and let your head drop back to the bed. Rumi likes to build the pain, you remember vividly from earlier lessons, prefers to start with soft slaps that turn into bruising ones. It’s going to be difficult to sit tomorrow. “T-two, fuck!”

She snickers as she lifts her hand for a third slap. Satisfaction settles in the pit of her stomach at the sight of your reddened flesh and the feeling of your cunt gushing all over her thigh, treacherously confirming what she already knew — you enjoy this, maybe more than she does.

A pleading whine rolls from your tongue and she taps your butt cheek, pinches the forming bruises for her own amusement. Yeah, she’s going to engrave her handprint onto you, so you’ll remember to behave whenever she isn’t around to bring you to your knees herself.

“You’re such a dumb puppy,” she demeans from above you after what felt like an eternity and glides the palm of her hand over the swell of your ass as she inspects the dark colors on your heated skin. You obediently counted every slap, crying and sobbing when she delivered the last one with an incomprehensible strength and forced you to choke out the last number.

Now, she’s gently massaging the red mark plastered on your ass and soothing some of the pain. You’re so compliant for her, so tame even though you’re getting punished for a small mistake. She loves how she has complete control over you and your pussy, takes pride in the effect she has on you while you arch your back, and shove your butt in the air to meet her calloused palm like the desperate slut you are.

Only for her.

“You’re lucky you have me wrapped around your little finger,” she murmurs and follows the curve of your spine to clasp her fingers around the back of your neck. “I have enough patience to repeat our lessons if we have to, though you shouldn’t test me again.” Then, without a warning, Rumi runs her fingers through your folds and gathers your juices on her skin.

“Won’t you look at that? You’re fucking drenched and all I did was spank you,” she muses and lifts her hand to the light, carefully spreading her long fingers to inspect the strings of slick connecting her digits with a mesmerized smirk. Heat rushes to your cheeks at her blatant observation and you bashfully turn your face to stifle the guilty moan of pleasure in the sheets. Though you can’t deny the truth, can you? Because you like it.

No, you love her dominating nature that seems to take over in these intimate moments and you lust for the biting and the scratching, the rough loving that melts pain into pleasure and leaves you craving more.

“Don’t act all shy on me, puppy. I know you’re actually a greedy slut, there’s no need to hide now.” Tongue darting out of her mouth, she licks her fingers with a relishing groan and savors your taste for a moment longer as she wraps her lips around two of her digits and hollows her cheeks, though her burning gaze never leaves your face.

She’s attentively studying your expressions as if she’s waiting for something to happen. Not even the smallest detail nor the most inconspicuous changes in your demeanor go unnoticed by your girlfriend’s enhanced senses. The tip of her nose twitches cutely when you begin to squirm under her intense stare. “You know I’m right, baby.”

Popping her fingers out of her mouth, she pushes her glistening hand against your throbbing cunt and smiles condescendingly at your high-pitched mewls. The tips of her fingers stroke your folds, slowly circling your clit with teasing expertise and spreading your juices over your soaked pussy. Almost immediately you shift your hips in light motions to receive more friction, feel more of her touch even if she’s cruel and keep you on your toes with each flick of her thumb against your sensitive bud. It’s not enough.

Filled. You need to be stretched open, stuffed full with her nimble fingers, or that delicious strap she bought a few weeks ago to celebrate your anniversary. As if she read your thoughts, Rumi suddenly shoves two of her fingers into your cunt, stretching your tight hole around her knuckles and experimentally thrusting her hand.

“Don’t try to get more than you deserve. You can be grateful I’m touching you at all.” Her knees dig into the mattress and she quickly hooks your legs around her waits to spread your thighs even further and has your pussy on full display. Lewd sounds of your soaking wetness echo in the otherwise quiet room, loud and filthy like it’s supposed to be.

“I’m sorry, mommy! I didn’t...I didn’t mean to disobey,” you sob into the sheets, tears and drool soaking the thin material with every apologetic word that tumbles from your lips. “I’m sorry, please!”

“Oh, really? Well, that’s too bad. If you had used your dumb little brain before deciding to be a brat and shove your fingers up your cunt without my permission, you wouldn’t be in this situation,” she states matter-of-factly as if she’s having a normal conversation with you about something trivial like the weather and isn’t shoving three fingers deep inside your tight pussy, mercilessly hitting your sweet spot that coaxes such obscene reactions out of your body — crossed eyes and tongue lolling out of your open mouth.

“Just felt lonely because...because–,” you try to explain yourself, stammering and stumbling over each syllable while trying to make her understand, but you just can’t hold back the broken whimpers of her name. Rumi curls her fingers just right, strokes your spongy walls with a steadily growing pace and your vision begins to blur when she presses the pad of her thumb against your clit.

“You didn’t finish your explanation, puppy. C’mon, tell me why you felt so lonely?” She asks patiently. Her voice has grown softer, just a little, enough to make you wonder if she’s going easier on you, now that you’ve explained the reason for your misbehavior. Yet, her fingers abuse your poor cunt in brutal motions, reach places you never could — it’s too much, it’s too fucking much, but you crave the mind-shattering high the tightening coil in your lower stomach promises enticingly.

“Please, let me cum! Wanna cum, mommy, please...I’ll be a good puppy for you, I promise,” you whine and look up at her through a veil of tears. Your legs tense around her hips and your cunt tightens around her relentlessly moving fingers. Ears laid back, you try to grasp her wrist and give your best to convince her, but all you receive in response is a scoff and a harsh slap to your clit.

A scream rips through your chest and your eyes roll in the back of your head, body writhing and thrashing around as she delivers another rough spank to your poor pussy while she adds a fourth finger and carelessly splits your pussy. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, please! I can’t hold it, mommy, I need to cum!”

Of course, you took her punishment like a good puppy. You’re holding back your building orgasm too, Rumi feels it in the way your pussy clenches desperately around her like a vice, the strangled breath you take and the babbled sentences of incoherent pleas to distract you from the unwavering throb of your cunt.

The way you cry and quiver and fuck, she revels in the way she ruins you. Yes, you’ve been so good and she’s honestly surprised you haven’t cum yet, not without her permission. You really must be trying, she muses silently and considers her options. If she stopped now, you’ll never learn your lesson.

No, she has to break you first.

“Don’t you dare fucking cum,” Rumi warns with a growl and a pitiless pull on your tail that earns her a quiet howl. “If you cum now it’ll be the last time you ever fucking do, puppy.”

“N-no, please. I can’t hold it any longer, please just let me cum! I’ll be a good puppy for you, I promise!” A part of you hopes for a lapse of judgment, a twist or a drag of her fingers that lasts a little too long, just enough to tip you over and let it stop before Rumi could react. But Rumi is too clever for that. She knows more about your body than you do, knows exactly how long you’ll be able to hold back before you’re finally falling over the edge and she’ll be quick to pull her hand away if you get too close.

“Oh, now you want to be my good girl again. Just because you want your slutty little cunt to feel good when you were acting like a brat earlier today, am I right?” Crimson eyes study your contorted face. Your chest is heaving and your legs tense around her hips, hands clawing helplessly at the sheets as you approached the end again.

Your pussy gushes around her hand, she can feel your wetness running down her wrist and you’re getting close, too fucking close for her taste and so, she simply withdraws her fingers and smiles down at the sound of your frustrated scream. “Only good girls get to cum, pet. I’m not done with you yet and you’re gonna take everything I give you without a single complaint.”

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kirithots · 2 years

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45. with Miruko 🥺

Of course, baby <3 I love me some Mirko. Hope you enjoy!

Pulling Over

Mirko x Male Reader

Prompt: “I can’t wait until we get home. I might have to pull over.”

Disclaimers: dominant Mirko, sub reader, established relationship, reader calls Mirko mommy, spanking

Mirko regretted bringing you to this event with her.

You had been acting like a brat the entire night, putting your hands all over her while she was socializing and rubbing yourself against her desperately whenever she was near you.

Your antics had worked her up and she was ready to punish you when you got home, already thinking about the many ways she was going to make you cry.

As soon as the event ended, she was quick to lead you to her car. You could tell that she was mad, and that made you excited.

Mirko drove in silence for most of the ride home, trying her hardest to ignore you.

But you were being so impatient now, putting your hand on her thigh as she drove and begging for her to make you feel good.

“Stop being such a fucking brat. We’ll be home soon.”

“But, Rumi-”

You looked up at her with pleading eyes, silently begging for her.

“I need you so bad.”

She pinched the bridge of her nose, frustrated.

She couldn’t lie to herself, your behavior had turned her on and she hated that she couldn’t punish you right this moment.

Unless…

“You want to get punished so badly, huh?”

“Yes, mommy. I’ve been a very bad boy.”

Her ears twitched at your words.

“I can’t wait until we get home. I might have to pull over.”

Rumi grits her teeth and pulls over on the side of the highway and quickly unbuckles her seatbelt.

You smiled to yourself, mentally preparing yourself for what’s to come.

“Get out of the car and bend over on the hood.”

You do as you’re told, and grow hard at the thought of someone driving by and seeing you in such a vulnerable position.

Rumi stands behind you, and you can almost feel her eyes staring down at you.

She pulls your pants and underwear down to your ankles and you shiver as the cold air hits your exposed skin.

A hand comes down on your ass, causing you to let out a squeak.

“Count.”

“One!” you manage to say before her hand slaps your other cheek.

“Two! Three! Ngh- Four!”

She spanks you relentlessly, and you moan as your body rubs against the car with each slap.

Rumi stops for a moment and massages your red cheeks.

“You’ve been very bad today.”

“I’m sorry, mommy!”

She pulls you off the hood by your hair, and takes your dick in her hands.

“It’s too late to be sorry now.”

Her mouth bites at neck as she pumps your cock faster than you can handle.

“Mommy, I can’t-”

“Is this not what you wanted, baby? You wanted it so bad and you can’t handle it. How pathetic.”

You cry as she abuses your dick, and you’re quickly coming to your orgasm, cum spilling onto the car and Rumi’s hand.

Your legs shake as she lets go of you to pull your pants back up.

“Get back in the car, brat. We’ll continue this when we get home.”

Author’s Note: This took longer than I wanted it to, but I kept getting distracted lol. Hope you all liked it, and feel free to make a request of your own!

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gaysimpsstuff · 3 years

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Hi! I was wondering if I could request more of the Mha biggest kinks? I really liked it. I would like to request two characters and the rest you can choose. The characters I wanted to request were Tokoyami and Aizawa. I hope you have a good rest of your day! Stay safe, and don’t get sick!

Alrighty! Let’s goooo!

Sorry, this took so long to come out, I had very little motivation and my brain was being mean, but I have motivation again now and so I'm ready to begin writing again.

Hopefully, I'll be able to get a fic out to you guys every three days or so.

Part One Here

Part Two Here

Genre: smut

Type: headcanons

Warnings: smut, heavy kinks, BDSM, NSFW

Characters: Tokoyami, Tsuyu, Mirko, Aizawa

Other: I must admit, I headcanon Tokoyami as asexual, so writing for him was a lil difficult, but It presented a unique challenge and well, I love writing challenges and you know that!

NSFW Taglist: @smolchildfangirl @combat-wombatus @mandalorian-baby-bird @waffleareniceandfluffy @catcherisvibin @thesubtlewhore @popcatx0

Fumikage Tokoyami/ Tsukoyomi-

Submission- this man has 0% confidence. He doesn’t trust himself to dom. He’s gotten so used to not being in control being a bad thing, so according to trauma response, it’s likely that loss of control will become a kink for him. He needs this, okay? Needs to be taught that not having control isn’t always a bad thing. It really isn’t when he’s moaning beneath you.

Threesomes- he’s very used to not being alone, Dark Shadow will be there even during sex with you. It’s embarrassing at first, but you’ve gotten used to him being there during your dates, so it’s almost as if you’re dating Dark Shadow as well. Dark shadow indulges in Fumikage’s more... raunchy kinks, the ones that he’d be too embarrassed to ask you about.

Costumes- He just wants to be fucked while you’re both dressed like royalty. He doesn’t know why, but many types of fancy clothes turn him on. This may just be because his form of self-expression is rare, and so he has few friends who indulge in a more Emo style. He has no objections to being dressed like a prince or princess (he’d even wear bright colors for you).

Love and Affection- I headcanon him as Ace, so for this he’s Demi. And what leads to Demisexuals being sexually attracted to someone? Love and affection. Just kiss his beak and pet his head and tell him you love him. It might result in him crying because he’s never gotten that affection before.

Humiliation- He’s still kinky, okay? He likes being degraded, hit, and told just what a ‘silly little slut boy’ he’s being. He wants you to have him pressed into the pillow, whining as he babbles about what a bad boy he’d been.

Choking- Listen, a boy who wears a bright red choker wants it to be replaced with your fingers, okay? It’s best when you’re indulging in his costume kink + a little roleplay and you’re acting as some warrior or supervillain and he’s some hero boy trying to take you down. Usually results in him being choked against the wall as he grinds down on your leg.

Tsuyu Asui/ Froppy-

Look at that beautiful woman

Switch- Look at her and tell me she doesn’t have the capacity to top or bottom. Really, she’s quite incredible like that. She also has very little preference so it mostly depends on whether you want to top or bottom.

Bondage- this is more of a bottom Tsu thing, she likes shibari best, beautiful ropes (or silk for better comfort) keeping her body from moving away, while the patterns and colors compliment her soft and sweaty skin.

Praise- Doesn’t matter who’s topping and who’s bottoming, praise is wonderful. Once you called her a good girl after training (when she totally kicked Kaminari’s ass) she just kind hid her face and squealed. It was adorable. She’s also very honest, so when she praises you it’s usually just her being honest with you. It’s so very sweet and ugh- damnit now I just wanna hug her

Hand Kink- Nothing is better then feeling your hands tracing her body, cupping her breasts, squeezing her ass, pulling her hair, just touching her. You’ve caught her just kind of... staring at your hands multiple times. The best thing is when she’s pressed down into the mattress, clutching the sheets, and you grab her hand, curling your fingers between hers and flexing them.

Hair Pulling- Nobody has that much hair and doesn’t develop a hair pulling kink, and that’s literally all I have to say on the matter.

Tongue Play- More of a Top Tsu thing (hehe alliteration), she will tie you up with her tongue if she wants to, and she’s done that before. The oral is great, ass, pussy, dick, no matter where you want her tongue it will be there, and it will be everywhere. You want to be absolutely at her mercy? Just ask her to use her tongue. She may or may not get carried away because it just feels so powerful, to be able to make you feel so many things with just one body part that she’s trained to have complete control over.

Rumi Usagiyama/ Mirko-

Domination- Look, just- just look. Look at that woman. Tell me she doesn’t want to always be on top. Tell me she doesn’t take offense to being asked if she wants a break from topping. Tell me she won’t shove you against the wall, bed, floor, fucking table and just absolutely take control of you. Tell me she doesn’t own you. Now I’m not personally attracted to women but this woman is the one fucking exception.

Mommy- She likes this mostly because it humiliates her bottom. It’s embarrassing to say something so lewd, to refer to her almost like your caretaker, and she loves it. Especially when her sub whimpers or stutters while calling her that, she fucking loves it.

Brat-Play/Punishment- If you’ve read the Team-ups special manga thingie, you saw her appreciate Bakugou’s pure rage towards villains, which makes me think she enjoys putting villains in their place. She lovess watching you misbehave, pretending she doesn’t care, then absolutely wrecking you when you get back home. Her favorite thing is the tears + plus barely being able to apologize for their brattiness.

Predator/Play- I mean, she’s an animal. She loves the chase, feeling so powerful over her helpless little sub. If her partner’s quirk makes them a wolf or something that traditionally hunts rabbits, then she’ll be estatic about competing with you for dominance before proving again and again and again that she’s the one who wears the pants in this relationship (or the one-piece hero costume ig)

Biting/Marking- Everyone. Everyone needs to know who you belong to. Even if your skin physically cannot bare marks, she will still bite and suck at your neck and shoulders to try and show off the marks. Show off the cute little sub that belongs solely to her.

Breeding- She’s a rabbit, it’s instict to want children. Even though she can’t get her sub pregnant, she will still babble about fucking a baby into you. Maybe if you’re AMAB and could get her pregnant, she’d just ride you until you get her pregnant (even though she probably doesn’t actually want kids, so protection is used).

Shouta Aizawa/ Eraserhead-

Bondage- He's a hero, he's conditioned to know that he's won when his opponent is all tied up. He feels like he's won you over when you let him tie you up, and he loves the feeling of knowing you can't escape him.

Daddy- I mean seriously, you can't just act like a literal father figure to every single person around you and not have a daddy kink! He likes to take care of you, and he loves it when you cry 'Daddy please!'

Teasing- Even if he's a caregiver at heart, he won't just give you what you want. You need to beg and whine and scream for it. He wants to stave off your orgasm, avoid touching you where you need it, just to hear your pitiful whimpers and the way you cry for him.

Teaching- now he doesn't enjoy a teacher kink as in 'you're my student' kind of roleplay, but he does enjoy teaching someone inexperienced just how to suck him off, how to hold onto him, and what to say to make him growl.

Praise- He wasn't praised much, still isn't, so being told he's perfect for you will either end up with him literally crying on you, or fucking you harder just to hear you tell him how much you enjoy his cock.

Cock Worship- Nothing gets a man going like having your partner on their knees in front of you, kissing and sucking on your balls, treating you like a god. It's incredible to have you take your time pleasuring him.

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