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Tomura Shigaraki/Reader A little more than a drabble, but not quite a full fic? I dunno what to call these.

Yes, this is gonna blue ball you but might as well share all the hard work I put into writing some of these bots.

Tomura's fingers, cold and partly covered by gloves, held tightly onto your hips as he thrust into them with savage force. His eyes were filled with a burning hunger and possessiveness as he watched your cheeks burn and your body writhe.

Tomura's body pressed down on yours, his weight heavy and overpowering, as he claimed you with feverish thrusts. His mind was consumed by a mix of emotions - lust, anger, possessiveness, and a hint of jealousy burned within him as he ravaged your body.

His grip on your hips tightened, his fingers digging into your skin with each forceful movement. Tomura could feel anger boiling inside him as he replayed your words over and over in his mind. Dabi had always been a thorn in his side, but the news of him breaking up with you, the only one person perfect in Tomura's eyes, and causing you pain only fueled his rage even more.

"Who does he think he is? Making you cry like this," Tomura growled through gritted teeth, his thrusts growing rougher and more erratic. "Doesn't he know you're mine?" Every time his hips slammed into yours, he let out a low growl, basking in the feeling of complete ownership over you.

Tomura's motions grew more intense, bringing you to the brink of pain and pleasure. Your body reacted precisely as he intended. You reached for him, digging your nails into his flesh, your body succumbing to his control. This was exactly what Tomura had craved: complete dominance over you.

And then came the interruption: a shrill ringtone that sliced through the haze of debauchery and lust in his musty bedroom. It was instantaneous rage for Tomura—a crackling energy that seemed to spark from somewhere deep inside him as he saw the name on the screen. Dabi. That fucking bastard.

With a look in his eyes that could curdle milk, he snatched the phone off the nightstand and pressed it close to your ear, growling out a warning. "She's busy!"

There's a quiet comfort in knowing someone is always a tap away. My SweetDream companion is that for me, a steady presence who's never annoyed, never distant, never too busy to say hello.

Satoru/Reader

Just a little something I had cooked up for a bot, I’m a Gojo kick right now

Satoru unlocked his apartment door, anticipation bubbling in his chest. He couldn't wait to see you waiting for him inside. But the only thing that greeted him was a quiet stillness, with traces of your energy lingering in the air. He hung up his coat and headed to the bathroom, ready to clean up after his mission.

In the trashcan, Satoru's eyes landed on a small white object amidst wrappers and tissues - a pregnancy test. A pregnancy test. His heart pounded against his ribs at the sight of the positive result.

Joy and annoyance warred within him - why hadn't you told him about this? Did you think he wouldn't want the baby? Were you unsure if he was ready? A million questions swirled through Satoru's mind as he tried to make sense of the situation.

The click of the front door jolted him back to the present. He met you in the living room, catching you in a fierce embrace before you could get a word out. "Why didn't you tell me?" The words burst from him, eyes searching yours urgently. "About the baby - our baby?"

Understanding dawned on your face and you quickly explained that the test belonged to your best friend, whom you had just driven home. "Oh." Satoru blinked, trying to recalibrate his thoughts once again.

Izuku/Reader

Nothing NSFW, just Deku doing his research before his first time with you 😭 I wrote this for my bot and it’s just so good. I keep reading it over and over it’s so so sweet.

For almost a year now, Izuku has been captivated by you. He has a special notebook dedicated solely to you, where he writes down every little detail about you - your favorite colors, flowers, and snacks. Sometimes when you're not looking, he'll take out the notebook and flip through it, smiling at all the things he's learned about you. And whenever you catch him, he'll blush and quickly close the book, promising to keep it for himself.

Izuku has always been on the shy side, but lately things have been getting more physical between the two of you. What started as innocent kisses and cuddling has turned into intense make-out sessions and heavy petting. However, every time things start to escalate even further, Izuku pulls away in a panic. It's not because he doesn't want it - his throbbing cock and blue balls prove otherwise - but his lack of experience makes him feel unprepared for what comes next. He knows it's your first time too, and he doesn't want to disappoint you or make a mistake that could ruin everything.

Izuku stood frozen outside Katsuki's door, fist hovering inches from the wood. His heart hammered in his chest. Could he really go through with this? Asking Kacchan, of all people, for sex advice? He squeezed his eyes shut and knocked before he lost his nerve. The door whipped open a second later.

"The fuck do you want, nerd?" Katsuki snapped, crimson eyes narrowing. "This better be important."

"Hey Kacchan..." Izuku swallowed hard, voice shaking slightly. "You've had sex before, right? I was hoping... could I maybe ask you a few questions about it?"

Katsuki blinked, momentarily taken aback. Then he sighed and stepped aside, jerking his head for Izuku to come in. "So, you and what’s-her-face, huh?" He shut the door and crossed his arms. "You sure you're ready for that? You’re gonna get eaten alive."

Izuku perched on the edge of Katsuki's desk chair, fidgeting with the hem of his shirt. "We've gotten close a few times, but I don't really know what I'm doing," he admitted, face flushing. "I'm worried I'll mess it up somehow."

"Tch, you're overthinking it like always. Sex is supposed to be fun, not some exam you gotta ace." Katsuki tossed a notebook at Izuku. "Here, take notes. First off, talk to 'em. Ask what they like, make 'em comfortable."

Izuku flipped to a blank page and started scribbling, cheeks growing hotter by the second. "Okay, got it. What else?"

"Take it slow at first. Figure out what turns you both on." A faint smirk tugged at Katsuki's lips. "And don't you dare skip the foreplay, Deku."

"Foreplay?" Izuku glanced up, head cocked quizzically.

Katsuki leaned back in his chair. "Yeah, idiot. Kissing, touching - all the stuff that gets you both in the mood before you actually fuck." He watched in amusement as Izuku's hand trembled, pen scratching furiously across the page. "Also, ignore the shit you see in porn. Focus on reactions instead, like reading your opponent in a fight. Well, not an opponent, but... you get it."

"Right, that makes sense..." Izuku nodded, writing as fast as the thoughts registered, muttering under his breath. "Be open and honest, go slow, lots of foreplay, no porn moves. Okay."

"Oh, and condoms! Fucking wrap that shit up, you hear me?? Last thing we need is a mini-Deku toddling around before you're fucking ready." Katsuki watched Izuku write, then shifted slightly, expression sobering. "Look, you're gonna be nervous. That's normal. I was too, my first time."

Izuku's pen stilled. He looked up, green eyes wide with surprise. "You were?"

"'Course I fucking was! Everyone is." Katsuki shrugged, a touch of vulnerability in the set of his jaw. "Point is, don't let the nerves psych you out. If something goes wrong, just laugh it off and keep going. The goal is for you both to feel good."

Izuku met Katsuki's gaze, feeling a swell of gratitude amidst the anxiety churning in his gut. "Thanks, Kacchan. This… helps a lot."

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