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⸝⸝ Nanami enjoyer

⸝⸝ multifandom (mostly jjk)

⸝⸝ i write for a handful of characters but im always open to suggestion !! asks are always open

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Being under Fat Gum as he fucks you within an inch of your life only for him to poof back into his skinny form— his cock shrinking a few inches. It’s usually not a problem but you’d gotten so used to the girthy stretch that the loss of a few inches was immediately noticed by you. You whimper under him, nails digging into his biceps as sweat beads off his brow and onto your writhing body. He’ll happily compensate the loss with his fingers, his large thumb pressing down against your achey clit as you babble happily.

𓄲 ᴀɪᴢᴀᴡᴀ

Older Situationship

𓄲 ʜɪᴢᴀꜱʜɪ

Freaky partner

High w/ Hizashi

𓄲 ꜰᴀᴛɢᴜᴍ

Off a few inches

𓄲 ᴅᴀʙɪ

FWB!Dabi

𓄲 ᴍᴜʟᴛɪ

Secret Third— EraserMic x afab!reader

𑣲 mdni (18+)

Fwb!Dabi who doesn’t care what you’re doing, when he texts you to come over he expects you to drop everything to come sit on his dick.

Fwb!Dabi who shows up at your apartment when you don’t answer. He doesn’t care that you’re tired from work, he doesn’t care that you look a mess— He. Doesn’t. Care.

Fwb!Dabi who kisses you so hard your lips feel like they’ll be bruised the next day. His staples scraping against your plump bottom lip each time he pulls back, causing you to chase after the warmth of his kiss.

Fwb!Dabi who nearly rips your clothes off when you whimper his name, your lips are red and your eyes are glassy— how could he not lose his mind? More whines spill from your swollen lips as he eagerly undresses you, warm finger tips popping the buttons on your shirt with more force than necessary.

Fwb!Dabi whose palms grow hotter and hotter as they guide you to straddle his waist. Your warmth seeps through his clothes, igniting the fire that simmers inside of him. You worry he’ll burn you, but that’s all part of the fun… right?

Fwb!Dabi who growls as you grind against him, insisting you’re way too tired to do all the work yourself (as if you’ve done something other than be putty in his hands this whole time). So he slips his hard cock out, groaning at the relief. A bead of pre cum glistens at the tip, smearing against his scorching flesh as you reach between you. Despite your earlier words you take him in your hand, slowly jerking him off as your lips find his once more.

Fwb!Dabi who loses his patience not long after. He’s coiled too tightly and your lazy pace isn’t making things any better. He bites your bottom lip, his palms heating against your skin— it’s the only warning you get before he’s flipping you over onto the bed.

Fwb!Dabi who spends a second admiring the way you look beneath him, skin flushed, hips red from his burning grip, lips swollen and glistening with spit and a glimmer of blood.

Fwb!Dabi who fucks you like he hates you— his hips piston into yours, groaning each time he bottoms out. You can feel the warmth of him as he fucks you, each drag of his cock against your gummy walls feels hotter than the last. Each twitch is followed by another degree of heat that makes your eyes water and your back arch into his fiery touch.

Fwb!Dabi who uses you for what feels like hours, his fingers pinching your clit and his lips and teeth attacking your throat and chest. Dusky purple blotches bloom across your sweaty skin— but you’re completely oblivious to the artistic sin painted across you.

Fwb!Dabi who whispers shallow threats in your ear before biting your lobe, grinning when he feels you shudder under him. “Keep ignoring me and maybe I’ll find someone else to fuck senseless.” And “You don’t want that, do you Princess? Nah, this pussy belongs to me.”

Fwb!Dabi who’s cum feels like liquid fire as it spills inside of you. No matter how many times he’s finished inside of you, you can’t get past the warmth that floods you. He can’t get enough of it either, relishing in the soft needy whimpers you give him as he stuffs his cum back into you with thick scarred fingers.

Fwb!Dabi who leaves your sheets smelling like smoke, ash and sex, vowing that the next time you ignore him he won’t be as kind as he was tonight.

Hizashi doesn’t smoke, he doesn’t want to effect his quirk is any way possible… but you smoke. He loved when you would lay against his chest mid high, giggles spilling from your lips as he spoke— the vibrations from him talking always sent a little tingle through you and you never could explain to him why exactly it was so funny.

He was so fascinated every time you smoked. He loved to watch the way you talked with your hands when you had a joint between your fingers. Or he loved to listen to your voice grow raspy with each hit, the acrid smoke curling from your lips as you spoke to him.

Something he also loved was how sensitive you were to everything. Touch, taste and sound. You loved his voice even when you weren’t high.

You loved to feel the vibrations in his throat and feel them in your bones when he used his quirk. But when your brain was cloudy and certain scenes were heightened and others dulled? You loved it even more— and so did he.

You smoked an hour ago, and now? Now you’re on the couch, legs thrown over his shoulder haphazardly as he eats you out. He just wanted to test something out! He needed to test something out.

“Zashi-“ you whimper, body trembling. His lips are wrapped around your clit, feeling the way your aching bud twitches against the tip of his tongue. “Mmmmgh, let me hear you.” You coos— and god you feel something that feels… electric. Between the slick slide of his tongue and his large hands gripping your thighs, forcing you to stay still instead of wriggle away from the pleasure, and the airy tingles sliding over your shoulders and down your spine— you feel it. A quick powerful pulsing that takes you a second too long to comprehend. Hizashi has been working on his quirk, teaching himself to make tiny quiet vibrations. In short, he’s made himself into a living breathing vibrator for your pleasure.

Your fingers twist in his hair, your senses quickly melting, body only focusing on the intense pleasure between your legs. “Zashi!” You yelp, words coming out pitchy and rushed. It feels like you can’t breathe, like all the air is trapped in your lungs— but that doesn’t stop your moans from spilling over. You can barely hear them yourself, your ears feel like they’re filled with cotton as Hizashi’s grip on you tightens. His thumbs spread you apart more, his mustache covered with your slick arousal. You’re dripping and whining and perfect.

Through the fuzzy ringing you can hear him murmur, fuck— you can practically feel every word against your skin. “S’it feel good, babydoll?” He asks only to get a loud moan in response. The feeling is so intense you can’t even tell if you’ve cum yet, but don’t worry! Hizashi plans on staying between your thighs until you lose feeling in your legs. He worked on his quirk just for you, it’s only right that he uses it to its fullest.

Nanami spent his whole day being showered by your love. Breakfast in bed, a slow morning, a trip to his favorite bakery— and most importantly, no work. When he crawled into bed he was perfectly content to just wrap his arms around you and drift off, but you had one last gift for him.

“Doll—“ he grits out, his teeth chattering with anticipation. You’re straddling his hips, his cock hard and pulsing inside of you as you lick whipped cream off his chest. Originally it was on your chest, but between the kissing and the riding and forcing him to keep his wrists tied to the bed post— it smeared all over his hard pecks.

You giggle, sticky sweetness covering your lips and tongue as you pull back to look up at him, “awe, Ken~” your nails scrape softly against his undercut, “can’t you just hold on a little longer for me? I’m trying to spoil you.” He shivers, hands clenching and unclenching. He wants so badly to touch you, to taste you, to fuck you himself.

You lift your hips a little before dropping back down, setting a slow and torturous pace that made him clench his jaw. The look in Nanami’s eyes was dark, his thick brows furrowed and his nose crunched slightly. You knew this look— he was about to get his way. No. Matter. What.

It all happens so fast. Restraints snap with a loud crack, the bed frame creaks, your back suddenly being pushed down to the mattress in one quickly fluid motion. The air is almost knocked from your lungs as he manhandles you without saying a word, every slide of his hands holds a stern finality.

Your knees are over his shoulders, his hands are on your hips— blunt nails digging into soft sticky flesh as he draws his cock out of you slowly. The head is a dark red, drooling with pre cum and your juices. “This is my birthday gift,” he growls, mushroom tip slapping down against your clit, “I should be able to play with it however I want.”

Your sweet little puppy has a problem— he can not keep his hands or cock to himself. Ever since you got Choso he’s been the clingiest thing. He’s bigger than most hybrids you’ve met, strong and intimidating with pointy ears that droop the second you two are alone. He’s a puddle at your feet, big strong arms wrapped around your calves as you cook dinner or while you try and do some cleaning.

You’ve never had to scold him for anything… okay well you’ve had to scold him about one thing. Like right now. Choso has you bent over the arm of the couch, your work clothes are wrinkled and stick to your sweaty skin— but Choso doesn’t care. His nose is buried in the crook of your neck, his tongue licking the sweet sweat that beads your skin each chance he gets. “Y-you smell so good.” He whimpers, large palms kneading your hips as he ruts shamelessly into you. His balls slap against your soaked pussy. He hasn’t cum all day, waiting patiently to stuff it all inside of his loving owner. But that’s exactly the problem.

“Cho— not inside-“ you whimper as you drool against your couch cushion— but despite your protests you don’t do anything to stop him. Your arms are tucked under your chest as he pulls your ass back against him, whines and growls bubbling in his throat for you to hear. You can feel his knot growing each time he enters you. The thick knob started as a pleasurable bump— now it won’t even slide inside of you. Not until he wants it to.

Choso’s practically crying as his hips pick up the pace, snapping against yours with a force that makes the couch scoot against the floor. “Ya’feel so goooood—“ he babbles, voice cracking on the last word, “V’been waiting all day— V’been so good—so good.” Panic flares in your chest for a moment, your body tingling as you feel the quick stretch as he forces himself deeper and deeper with each thrust. The bulbous tip of his cock presses snuggly against your cervix, a stretch that makes your toes curl and your eyes water.

Choso doesn’t ask, he just whines so pathetically into the crook of your neck, his velvety ears warm as they press against your cheek. You can almost hear the whooshing of his tail over his noises— he’s just so excited to have you in his arms again, how could you possibly deny him?

White hot heat explodes behind your eyes as he takes one final thrust, burying his cock deep inside of you and keeping it locked in place as his knot swells even more. You can feel the warm spurts of cum flood your abused pussy and all you can do is whimper as he rocks against you, pressing your clit hard down against the arm of the couch. The stretch is painful at first. It makes your eyes water and your body tremble, only turning into a pleasurable ache when it finally starts to deflate.

The mess that dribbles down your thighs when he finally pulls out makes you sigh. Hot sticky globs of cum slide down your inner thighs and onto the floor as you push yourself up, cunt throbbing and achy.

“Choso—“ you groan. His ears rest flat against his head, his tail tucked between his legs in shame. The worst part? You aren’t even satisfied. You grab the back of his neck, forcing him to duck down as you drag him to your bedroom. “You’re gonna clean up your mess.” You say, voice a husky annoyed rasp that makes him shiver.

Needless to say, this is the last time he’ll make a mess in you and not be expected to clean it up.

𑣲 mdni (18+), gn!reader, biting, mentions of blood play/knife play

- Hizashi has a… reputation. He’s loud, annoying and does not care what people think about him. You however? You’re soft spoken, all smiles and kind words, and you’d never hurt a fly. In the public’s eyes at least...

⤷ You’re the most physical partner he’s ever had. You love to cling to him, and sometimes when holding him isn’t enough you bite or dig your nails into his arm. You never figured out if it was a weird form of cuteness aggression or if you just so desperately needed to be with him. He doesn’t care, he’s put up with so much physical combat that your nails barely digging into his arms doesn’t phase him.

- Hizashi is so eager for anything. He’s easy when it comes to you. Smile at him? He’s on his knees. Too tired to cook? He’s on it. Ask him to cut off a strand of his hair so you can keep it in your locket? He’s got the scissors.

- Once Hizashi showed up to work with a bite mark on his forearm. His skin was bruised and the teeth marks had left prints that refused to fade. Students pestered him all day, eager to know if it was a villain who’d do something so depraved as to bite him as a last resort.

⤷ The night before you were straddling Hizashi’s lap, lips wrapped around his forearm as you sunk your teeth into his skin. He sat willingly under you, a grin on his own lips as he bucked up into you, grinding his hard cock against you as you bit down even harder.

- Gets off when you whisper oddly threatening things into his ear, your panties shoved in his mouth to keep him as quiet as possible as you pumped his cock. “Mm, you’re so warm, Zashi. I wanna live in your skin, wanna watch you jerk off through your own eyes as you think of me.” Or “you’ll never leave me, baby. Never never never.” All said in that sweet tone that makes him throb in your hand.

- You asked him once if he’d ever carve his name into your skin. He laughed at the time thinking it was a joke. And then you wriggled off your pants and pointed to a spot on your thigh, right below your pantie line on a particularly plush area. You spelt his name with your finger, the tip of your nail swirling around your skin until you got to your inner thigh.

⤷ He would never in a million years think of hurting you, but he certainly entertained the thought for your pleasure. His voice was loud in your ears as he fucked into you, his palm pressed right against that spot you picked out. “Right here, Babydoll? Mmhm that would look good, wouldn’t it? You’d want me to press my thumb into it, wouldn’t ya? Feel those fresh cuts gush around my thumb like you’re doin’ around my cock?” He grunted, chest vibrating with each filthy, bloody thought.

- You have a habit of daydreaming scenarios, and Hizashi loves to make you explain them as he eats you out. Most of them are normal. A “kitchen sex” here and a “maybe in the shower” there. But sometimes he’ll force a dark one out of you. He’ll pinch your clit, his mustache glimmering with your juices as he asks you to repeat your thought. “T-the alleyway—“ you’d gasp out, body slick with sweat. “M-my knees would be scraped raw and you— you would have my hands cuffed behind my back and you’d— f-fuck me— not caring how uncomfortable I w-was—“

- Despite how aggressive some of your interests are Hizashi never makes you feel dirty for it. He kisses your cheeks and holds you and cherishes you, cleaning you up and praising you as if you weren’t the one who dug your nails into his back or bit him till you tasted blood. He loves every little part of you.

Choso quite literally cums buckets. It’s a dirty awful secret that eats away at him— it tore at him so often that when you first started dating Choso shut down every go at sex, no matter how desperate he was for your touch. If he thought that your gentle touches and soft grinding could make him burst then he immediately pulled you off of him.

But this time he wasn’t so lucky. Everything was stacked against him, the way you looked, the drinks you had at dinner that led to a few more, the soft way you held onto his arm that led to you between his thighs.

You stroke his cock, humming with delight as he whimpers. Choso’s words are all slurred, his hand weakly wrapped around your wrist— “S-stop-“ but he doesn’t push you away. “Baby please— please I’m so close—“ his words crack and a whimper pushes its way up his throat, high and whiny because he wants to stop you— he needs to stop you before it’s too late— but the pleasure you’re giving him is sending shivers up his spine, his scalp tingling and his gut twisting in a way that tells him it’s already to late.

You grin triumphantly as you hear him babble a string of “no no no-“ his breath coming in fast puffs, his abs flexing.

“You’re doing so well, Cho.” You praise, your other hand rubbing up and down his thigh before sneakily sliding down to cup his heavy balls. “I want you to cum for me.” And he certainly can’t deny you, no matter how much he wishes he could. The tight coil in his stomach snaps and his toes curl, hips bucking up into your hand as hot tears prickle his eyes. “I’m sorry— fffuck! I can’t—“ he hisses between clenched teeth as he feels the first hot spirt of cum erupt from his tip.

You gasp and Choso’s entire face burns at the quick intake of breath. He chances a peak down at you, shame swirling in his gut when he sees your pretty face covered in his warm sticky release— and yet the sight makes his balls tighten in your hand as another jet hits your parted lips. He whimpers softly, pitiful and full of shame. But… you don’t care. In fact, the second that second wave hit your tongue you grinned, wide and sadistic— a sight Choso didn’t see. He squeezed his eyes closed and tilted his head back, whimpering pathetically.

You give his cock another stroke, chuckling as more cum coats your fingers. “Baby~” you coo, “look at you! So good for me.” Your grip tightens around him, making him gasp and his hot tears spill. “You’ve been keeping this a secret from me?” You ask and he nods, a soft muffled “mhm” rumbling in his throat. You press your thumb against his leaky tip, watching with awe as he keeps cumming. You smear the sticky cum up and down his thick shaft, relishing in the sounds he’s making just for you. “No more secrets, baby. I’m gonna milk you dry.”

𑣲 mdni (18+), nb!reader, fluff + smut, age gap

- For Shouta it started off as a one nightstand (he tells himself) with a pretty young thing he met at a bar late at night after patrols. It was just a way to blow off steam… and then he woke up next to you, watching the way your chest rose and fell with sleepy little breaths as warm sunlight spilled in through his windows.

- Incredibly distant for the first few weeks. You aren’t dating, why should you need to know about his day? He hates talking about it, always groaning when you’d ask sweetly how he’s been. It’s not out of malice, it never was. He just simply believes that you’re too young for him. Why would someone with so much life ahead of them spend their nights with an old bag like him?

- Despite his cold behavior he has you secretly saved in his phone as ‘Angel.’ Something soft and sweet and far too young for him.

⤷ An awful texter. His cadence bleeds into the messages that pop up on your phone when you ask him if he’d like to come over. ‘Sure.’ ‘Be there in 15.’ ‘Busy.’ All bland and lacking any sense of enthusiasm.

- After a particularly frustrating day Shouta won’t even tell you he’s coming over. Sometimes he’ll slip in through your door with the stealth of an old hero. You’ll be folding laundry or watching tv and then you’ll feel the rough pull of bindings being wrapped tightly around your wrists or ankles.

⤷ He’s rough. Large hands locking your wrists behind your back, hips snapping against yours with a speed and intensity that leaves you breathless and drooling. He keeps going— especially when you’re overly sensitive. Every bad thing that happened that day fades into the background when he feels you tighten around his cock, each thrust of his hips knocking a gasping breath from your trembling lips.

- Has a tendency to be groggy and tired during sex. (unless it was a crazy day and his adrenaline is through the roof) He’s brought up the idea of you using him while he sleeps.

⤷ You never have and he’s a little too bummed up by it… He often daydreams about falling asleep and waking up to your pretty hole sliding up and down his cock.

- Secretly into being called Daddy by you. You said it as a joke once and it had him so embarrassingly hard he had to excuse himself.

- Shouta has seen you out at the bar while he was having an after work drink with Hizashi and Nemuri. He thought he was being subtle about the way he kept staring at you but Nemuri caught on quickly— she teased him about it until he got up to offer you a ride home, any excuse to get away from the prying eyes of his friends.

- Said he didn’t ’do feelings’ but ended up falling way harder than you did.

Long hours and useless coworkers grate on Nanami’s nerves throughout the day, it only makes sense that his girlfriend has enough meat on her bones for him to grip onto as he unloads all that pent up agitation.

“Ken— s-slow down!” You moan, words muffled by the pillow you’re being fucked into. Nanami’s chest is pressed firmly against your back, each hard glistening muscle melting against the plush softness of your skin. The warmth makes him grown low in his throat.

“Not yet, sweetheart.” He grunts, lips ghosting over your red ear. Each breath is hot and sticky as it hits your skin, smelling of black coffee and something so mouth wateringly him. His blunt nails dig into your hips, large palms swallowing the soft fat that’ll be tinted a dusky purple by morning. “Too fucking perfect— you wanted to help me unwind, can’t take that back now.” His words leave his lips and travel down to your clit, the nub hard and throbbing as your cunt drools around his cock. His mushroom tip knocks against your cervix with each bullying thrust. Your arousal coats his shaft, dribbling down his balls so each time he meets your pelvis a loud slap rings loud in your ears.

He can’t help himself, you’re too perfect. The second he got home his hands were on you, his lips on yours as he forced you to grind against his thigh. His hands gripped your love handles, moving your hips by himself as you whined for him to just fuck you already— and now that he is you don’t know how to act.

“S’too much! Ken— I’m gonna cum—“

The sound that leaves his throat is nothing short of animalistic, a deep guttural growl that makes you tighten around him even more. “Then cum for me, Angel. Just don’t expect me to stop.”