My requests are currently open! Both on and off anon. I want to take the time to post this little guide for what can be requested and whatnot:
The format will be that of drabbles and headcanons. Shortform pieces only. Keep that in mind when you send in your requests.
I write almost exclusively fem!Reader. As I'm catering to myself with my writing, I write with a female reader (and usually a chubby female reader) in mind. These requests are also only for reader inserts.
Currently writing for My Hero Academia. MHA is the fandom that's taken up the majority of my fixation at the moment.
List at least one character with your request. I don't mind doing multiple characters, and the more detail you give with the prompt, the better I can fill the request!
What I'm willing to write:
Romantic or Platonic (That includes familial relationships!)
LGBTQA+
Polyamory
Smut*
Any Tone (Angst, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, etc.)
Omegaverse
Dark Content**
*I enjoy writing smut but like everyone I have my Nopes when it comes to kinks and the like. Rather than try to list everything I'm not okay with, I'll just review my requests on a case by case basis.
**I don't shy away from darker content or what would be considered problematic, though I do have some limits. Feel free to send me prompts and I'll see if I'm up for it.
I won't be able to fulfill every request. I write and run this blog as a hobby and like I said up above, there are going to be certain things I'm not going to be okay with writing. If I don't write your request, please don't take it personally. I also don't know when I'll fill your requests, I'll try to keep you updated on what I'm up to.
Summary: Smutty Student/Teacher drabbles (Feat. Aizawa and Yamada. Fem!Reader)
Content: Smut, student/teacher relationship, age gap, ambiguous age, guilt, angst
MHA-MHA-MHA
AIZAWA
Heâs your teacher. Heâs supposed to guide you, protect you.
But as Shouta fucks you on the training mats, he knows that heâs failed you.Â
Heâs got one hand tangled in your hair, the other pressing into your thigh to keep your legs open as he pumps his cock into you. Your shirt and sports bra are pushed up over your breasts and he has no idea where your pants and underwear have gone, tossed aside during the frenzy when this after school spar turned into something decidedly inappropriate. Your shoes remain on, the heel of one digging into his lower back, desperately urging him on as he ravishes you, his student. Â
Shouta groans as his tongue plunders your sweet mouth, sweat pouring down his front. The zipper at the front of his jumpsuit is pulled all the way down, revealing his muscular torso, but he has yet to fully undress despite how hot heâs getting. Heâs too focused on you, how good you feel, how beautiful you look pinned beneath him, how he shouldnât be doing this.Â
You tilt your head back, gazing up at him through your lashes. He feels his heart clench, feels a warmth that has nothing to do with his flushed, sweaty body.
If only it had been pure lust that had drawn him to you, maybe then he could have resisted, kept his distance like he was supposed to. But no, when he looks into your eyes he can feel the tender adoration that fills his ribcage to bursting, the desire to hold you close, to cherish you.Â
Heâs utterly powerless to resist such a call.
âSensei,â you gasp out, your hips rolling to meet his thrusts.
âShouta,â he corrects selfishly, leaning in to kiss you. He wants to keep your roles separate from this, to soothe his guilt, to focus on his desires. Itâs not right, but heâs beyond right and wrong now, all he can see is you.
âCall me Shouta.â
YAMADA
You deserve the world.Â
You deserve dinner dates and trips to the coast. Quiet nights staying in and slow lovemaking on a soft bed. You deserve to be shown off with pride, to be bragged about to anyone whoâll listen. You deserve love and respect. You deserve to be a girlfriend, out in the open. Loud and proud.Â
You deserve much more than getting fingered by your teacher in an empty classroom.Â
Hizashiâs got you perched atop a random desk, leaning back with your legs spread as his hand works under your skirt. Heâs three fingers deep, and your pussy clenches greedily around the long digits. He so desperately wants to replace them with his cock.Â
You moan and whine as his fingers fill you, and oh how he loves to hear you sing for him, but he kisses you to muffle the sounds.Â
You canât risk getting caught after all.Â
âThatâs it, babyâŠâ his voice is thick with want, his eyes shine with adoration. His arm winds around your back, drawing you in closer. âJust like that, perfectâŠyouâre perfect.â
I've been dealing with headaches and eye strain and it was difficult to work on my writing as a result.
I've got my situation on this end somewhat handled, so I should be getting back to writing now! Hopefully you'll be seeing new work and request fills from me soon!
I've gotten a lot of really sweet messages from anons who've sent in requests lately and since it takes me a while to fill my requests, I just wanted to make a post right now saying I appreciate the reception my writing's been getting.
It makes me really happy to know that people enjoy my writing. This blog is my little secret place where I write whatever I want without any worries of what people in the other spaces I occupy online might think of it. It's my most self-indulgent, unrestricted place and I'm so grateful that my bare-faced fun is also something others can have fun with. It's a very liberating feeling.
So thank you all so much for reading, and I hope you continue to enjoy what I have to share in the future <333
Yandere Aizawa?? Love to see a stoic feral man, and you always write him so well đ
Aw, thank you :) He's such a great character and fun to write for, I'm glad you think I write him well. ^u^
Yandere Aizawa has me just as feral as he would be lmao. I cooked up some headcanons for him and there will be some NSFW in a designated section at the end. Enjoy ;)
Content: Yandere, stalking, kidnapping, dubcon.
Yandere!Aizawa Headcanons
This one's impossible to escape. If he's set on not letting you go, then that's it, that's your life from now on.
Aizawa's the type of yandere that you might not even know who he is until he's caught you. You could be a stranger in the street that's caught his eye and he'll spend months observing you, covertly trailing you from a distance. He'll put all that experience as an underground hero into his obsession with you, stalking you, digging into your past, building up a shrine to you within his mind of who you are. You'll never see him coming.
He views you as helpless and weak (regardless of whether or not that's true). Aizawa is a man that's scared of losing those he cares about, and what drives him as a yandere is just how fragile you are, at how easily you could be hurt, or worse. He's aware that his obsession with you is unhealthy, but he keeps finding ways to justify his mindset. Who knows what could happen to you out in that dangerous world? You would be so much better off with someone like him to protect you. You would be so much better off if he just...kept you all to himself.
Up close, heâs actually quite stiff and awkward with you, so overwhelmed with his feelings for you that he reverts to a more stern, perhaps intimidating, demeanor. This isnât a yandere that can charm his way naturally into your life, but thatâs not to say he isnât capable of manipulation. Once he has you in his clutches, heâll do whateverâs necessary to keep you there. Heâs not above blackmailing you to keep you in line. For example, say youâre a vigilante or a villain, he has no problem suggesting a harsh prison sentence awaits you should you try to escape. âLogical rusesâ and all that.
While he wonât ever hurt you or even threaten violence to keep you in line, Aizawa will restrain you if he deems it necessary. He doesnât have a problem with being seen as the âbad guyâ if it means keeping you safe. Expect locked doors at every turn, being chained to the bed by your ankle or even more restrictively should you prove to be unruly enough. Heâll even hold you down himself if it means getting the point across. Youâre not going anywhere.
It does ultimately end in captivity with him. His attempts at justification only go so far until Aizawa decides he doesnât care, heâs going to commit to keeping you anyway. Even if it goes against everything he stands for, even if it makes him a villain in every sense of the word, itâll keep you safe, and thatâs what matters to him.
He does try to be a good captor (if something like that is even possible). His actions towards you are out of care and not meant to be a punishment. He tries to keep you happy and entertained, providing you with whatever you ask for, so long as itâs not your freedom. If he thinks he can trust you, he might even take you for (very limited) outings. The life he offers you is one of a well-cherished pet, which could be its own kind of hell when all is said and done.
NSFW
His decision to keep you is far from pure. Yes, his desire to keep you safe is the main driving force, but itâs not the only desire he feels for you. No oneâs ever caught his attention quite like you have. Before he found you, his life was consumed by his work as a hero and a teacher. He sometimes spared time for his few close friends, but rarely for romance or sex. Then you came along and he finds himself fantasizing, hungering, for the first time in ages.
He has to admit, once he has you in his clutches, heâs glad to have you away from the eyes of others, that heâs the only one that has access to you now. Thereâs no doubt in him now that heâs a bad man, a good man wouldnât do what heâs done to you, but how bad of a man is he? He has you protected and safe from the rest of the world, but are you safe from him?
Aizawa canât help but get closer, indulge himself a little. He gets in your personal space, even if it makes you nervous, just to feel your body heat. He pats your head, squeezes your waist as he walks by, rests a hand on your knee, trying to get you used to his touch. He has enough decency left to not take too much, to not simply force his way past that final line. He hopes youâll one day ask for more from him, banking on the fact that heâs the only company you have now, and everyone has needs, donât they?
But give an inch, and heâll take a mile. If you, in your isolation and loneliness, seek intimacy with him, youâll never be rid of him. Heâll make a home for himself between your thighs, content to pleasure you for hours, your thoughts turning to mush as he unravels you on his tongue over and over. Yes, he takes great enjoyment in satisfying you, but itâs also a way to ease his own guilt. When youâre calling his name so sweetly, you must not completely hate him, right? Your captivity canât be so bad for you if youâre clinging to him, your pussy gripping his cock so greedily. You must see something positive in this, in him.
From then on, Aizawa sees sex as a means of placation, of apology, of distraction, a way to keep you content amidst the suffocation of your life with him. Heâs always been a man of action rather than words, after all. Heâs never been able to talk you into accepting your circumstances, but maybe his body can convince you.
Yandere Aizawa?? Love to see a stoic feral man, and you always write him so well đ
Aw, thank you :) He's such a great character and fun to write for, I'm glad you think I write him well. ^u^
Yandere Aizawa has me just as feral as he would be lmao. I cooked up some headcanons for him and there will be some NSFW in a designated section at the end. Enjoy ;)
Content: Yandere, stalking, kidnapping, dubcon.
Yandere!Aizawa Headcanons
This one's impossible to escape. If he's set on not letting you go, then that's it, that's your life from now on.
Aizawa's the type of yandere that you might not even know who he is until he's caught you. You could be a stranger in the street that's caught his eye and he'll spend months observing you, covertly trailing you from a distance. He'll put all that experience as an underground hero into his obsession with you, stalking you, digging into your past, building up a shrine to you within his mind of who you are. You'll never see him coming.
He views you as helpless and weak (regardless of whether or not that's true). Aizawa is a man that's scared of losing those he cares about, and what drives him as a yandere is just how fragile you are, at how easily you could be hurt, or worse. He's aware that his obsession with you is unhealthy, but he keeps finding ways to justify his mindset. Who knows what could happen to you out in that dangerous world? You would be so much better off with someone like him to protect you. You would be so much better off if he just...kept you all to himself.
Up close, heâs actually quite stiff and awkward with you, so overwhelmed with his feelings for you that he reverts to a more stern, perhaps intimidating, demeanor. This isnât a yandere that can charm his way naturally into your life, but thatâs not to say he isnât capable of manipulation. Once he has you in his clutches, heâll do whateverâs necessary to keep you there. Heâs not above blackmailing you to keep you in line. For example, say youâre a vigilante or a villain, he has no problem suggesting a harsh prison sentence awaits you should you try to escape. âLogical rusesâ and all that.
While he wonât ever hurt you or even threaten violence to keep you in line, Aizawa will restrain you if he deems it necessary. He doesnât have a problem with being seen as the âbad guyâ if it means keeping you safe. Expect locked doors at every turn, being chained to the bed by your ankle or even more restrictively should you prove to be unruly enough. Heâll even hold you down himself if it means getting the point across. Youâre not going anywhere.
It does ultimately end in captivity with him. His attempts at justification only go so far until Aizawa decides he doesnât care, heâs going to commit to keeping you anyway. Even if it goes against everything he stands for, even if it makes him a villain in every sense of the word, itâll keep you safe, and thatâs what matters to him.
He does try to be a good captor (if something like that is even possible). His actions towards you are out of care and not meant to be a punishment. He tries to keep you happy and entertained, providing you with whatever you ask for, so long as itâs not your freedom. If he thinks he can trust you, he might even take you for (very limited) outings. The life he offers you is one of a well-cherished pet, which could be its own kind of hell when all is said and done.
NSFW
His decision to keep you is far from pure. Yes, his desire to keep you safe is the main driving force, but itâs not the only desire he feels for you. No oneâs ever caught his attention quite like you have. Before he found you, his life was consumed by his work as a hero and a teacher. He sometimes spared time for his few close friends, but rarely for romance or sex. Then you came along and he finds himself fantasizing, hungering, for the first time in ages.
He has to admit, once he has you in his clutches, heâs glad to have you away from the eyes of others, that heâs the only one that has access to you now. Thereâs no doubt in him now that heâs a bad man, a good man wouldnât do what heâs done to you, but how bad of a man is he? He has you protected and safe from the rest of the world, but are you safe from him?
Aizawa canât help but get closer, indulge himself a little. He gets in your personal space, even if it makes you nervous, just to feel your body heat. He pats your head, squeezes your waist as he walks by, rests a hand on your knee, trying to get you used to his touch. He has enough decency left to not take too much, to not simply force his way past that final line. He hopes youâll one day ask for more from him, banking on the fact that heâs the only company you have now, and everyone has needs, donât they?
But give an inch, and heâll take a mile. If you, in your isolation and loneliness, seek intimacy with him, youâll never be rid of him. Heâll make a home for himself between your thighs, content to pleasure you for hours, your thoughts turning to mush as he unravels you on his tongue over and over. Yes, he takes great enjoyment in satisfying you, but itâs also a way to ease his own guilt. When youâre calling his name so sweetly, you must not completely hate him, right? Your captivity canât be so bad for you if youâre clinging to him, your pussy gripping his cock so greedily. You must see something positive in this, in him.
From then on, Aizawa sees sex as a means of placation, of apology, of distraction, a way to keep you content amidst the suffocation of your life with him. Heâs always been a man of action rather than words, after all. Heâs never been able to talk you into accepting your circumstances, but maybe his body can convince you.
Hiii I was wondering if you could possibly write a Tenya x Reader fic where the reader was noticeably jittery during the school day so he asked what her issue was and she told him she was, well, aroused, so he chose to help her out, sitting the both of them on his bed and he begins to play with her as he leaned over her shoulder, whispering praise into her ear and giving her kisses n stuff until she came :3 Nothing over the top, just a fluff and smut mix ^_^ !!
Thanks for sending this in! This was a really fun one, I do love it when Iida has a chance to shine. I hope you enjoy!
Content: Smut, some praise kink.
MHA-MHA-MHA
It was such a simple thing.
You were catching up with your friends at Mina's desk before the start of class. You backed up and found yourself stumbling into a solid, sturdy body. Immediately, large hands settled on your hips, steadying you, and you were pulled back against a broad chest.
Tenya's voice, low and warm, was at your ear, "careful, darling," he murmured, and then he released you.
It was such a brief interaction, barely a few seconds, but it went straight between your legs. Your face filled with heat as you turned to look at your boyfriend who smiled kindly, innocently, at you, having no idea that he'd just managed to turn you on with no effort at all.
He tilted his head, "are you alright, (Name)? You're looking a little flushed," he fussed, stepping forward to press the inside of his wrist to your forehead. "You looked fine at breakfast, but if you weren't feeling well, you should have told me. I could have sent word to Aizawa-sensei and escorted you to Recovery Girl."
You chuckled softly, endeared as he fretted over you in that way that was just so Tenya. You took his hand from your forehead, holding it between your own. "I'm fine, Tenya," you assured him, squeezing his hand before letting it go. You would have loved to have teased him a bit, maybe stolen a few kisses just to give the sudden rush of desire you felt a small outlet, but Tenya wasn't comfortable with too much PDA, and neither were you, to be honest.
Tenya's cheeks reddened in a soft blush and he was about to say something else when Midoriya called to him from across the room. "Ah, excuse me, (Name)," he said and he went to see what his friend wanted, your eyes trailed over his retreating back with interest.
"Simp."
You turned to see Mina and Toru snickering at you.
"Shut up," you rolled your eyes. You could drool over your boyfriend if you wanted to!
And you did.
You found yourself...distracted, during your morning classes. You kept thinking about Tenya, and all of the things you would rather be doing (to and with him) instead of sitting through boring lectures. It had you fidgeting in your seat, so aware of the heat, the ache, between your thighs.
"Are you sure you're alright, (Name)?" Tenya asked again as you both walked to lunch. "It seems like your mind's been elsewhere today, and you're still flushed."
"I'm sure," you said, and if you were a more reckless girl you'd be finding a way to drag him off to an empty classroom or a restroom for some relief. You bit your lip, considering for a moment, "it's not anything bad. I'll tell you after class, okay?" You knew he wouldn't let it go if you didn't give him something, but you weren't about to tell him you'd been having horny thoughts all day. Heaven knows at least one of you needed to be focused today, you were going to have to borrow his notes later as it was.
It was amusing as it was embarrassing to you. You normally weren't this pent up, it wasn't like Tenya neglected you in this respect, but damn if you weren't needy today!
With the promise that he would eventually get answers, Tenya dropped the subject for the rest of the day. He did, however, remain extra considerate of you, putting even more effort into doting on you, staying close to you in between classes and even sneaking (sneaking!) you some snacks. God, you loved him, and you wanted him all the more for it.
After class, you took Tenya by the hand led him back to your room in the dorms. Before he could ask or say anything, you were tugging his tall self into a heated kiss. Tenya was quick to reciprocate, wrapping his arms around you as he angled himself to meld your lips together more completely. His hands pressed into your back, holding you that much closer to himself and for a few moments, you had him thoroughly distracted.
"(N-Name)...?" he sounded so dazed, looking so enticingly ruffled as you both came up for air. His glasses were askew on his handsome face, and you felt the soft thrum of his engines, his entire body buzzing with the subtle vibrations.
You pressed yourself closer to him, your face was red and your desire was stronger than ever. "I have been...so horny all day," you told him shamelessly. Your hands wandered greedily up his sides and over his strong back, his clothes did nothing to hinder the splendid physique beneath them.
"Pardon?" he sounded so surprised and you couldn't help but laugh. The poor thing had been worrying after you all day only to find out that it was something like this that had been plaguing you, you couldn't help but find it funny.
"I've had you on my mind all day, I couldn't focus on anything else, I wanted you so bad," you felt how his breath hitched at your confession, his grip on you growing even tighter.
"It sounds like you've had a long day," Tenya's hand cupped your cheek and you looked up to see him looking back at you with a flustered, yet heated expression. His mouth quirked in an amused little grin, and he wet his lips with an eager tongue.
"You have no idea," you breathed.
"Well, (Name)," he cleared his throat, and you could feel the prodding of his growing erection, "if you'd like, I'd be more than happy to assist you."
MHA-MHA-MHA
"Oh fuck, Tenya."
Tenya was nothing if not efficient, you quickly found yourself naked and sat between Tenya's legs, your back to his chest, one of your legs draped over his knee as he pumped his thick fingers inside of you. He mouthed at your shoulder, his other hand fondling your breast, squeezing the soft mound and rolling your nipple between deft fingers. Tenya had stripped down to the waist, his skin heated and you swore you could feel the beating of his heart between your shoulder blades.
"Does that feel good, love?" his voice was like velvet and it had your walls clenching on his digits, a gush of arousal coming forth and aiding the glide of his touch.
"Mm, yes, it's so good," you practically purred, head tilting back to rest against his shoulder. Oh, this was just what you needed after being so pent up all day. Your hand rested over his, fingertips settling into the space between his fingers as he played with your tit, your thumb brushing over his skin. Your hips moved, angling to match his pace, grinding your clit into his palm, and your chest heaved. You were thoroughly enjoying yourself. "Keep going, Tenya."
Tenya groaned, kissing up your neck until his lips brushed your jaw. He shifted, subtly grinding his clothed erection against your bare ass, "you were already so wet when we started. You must have been in so much need all day," he gently, so gently, pinched your nipple, making you gasp. "I'm sorry darling, had I known sooner..."
"Would you have helped me at school?" you wondered with another roll of your hips, eyes half-lidded and lips curled into a sinful smile. "Whisked me off to a quiet corner and- ah!- fingered me under my skirt?"
His fingers curled then and you moaned loud, mouth hanging open. He curled himself around you, squishing your body to his as he shuddered at your words, "if...if you wanted. You know I'd do anything you asked of me," his words were strained and earnest, coated in lust as you both got further worked up over the fantasy.
"I know," your hand reached back, fingers sifting into his hair. You scritched his scalp fondly, "you're such a good boy for me, Tenya."
"Hahh," his engines revved softly, and he grinded needily against you, the praise obviously getting to him. Not once did he stop his ministrations, and your orgasm was steadily building.
"I'm so close," you told him, gripping his hair. "Oh, oh fuck..."
"Let go, (Name)," he told you, his fingers pumping faster, curling and finding that special spot inside of you. "Please, I've got you."
You came with a squeal, your slick coating his fingers and the bedding. Your long-awaited release was so worth it, especially when Tenya held you tightly against his chest as you slowly came down.
His hand, the one currently not coated in your juices, came up to carefully brush your sweaty hair from your face. "Feeling better, darling?"
"Much better," you panted, feeling all loose and lax. You turned your head, kissing at his jaw until he dipped his head down and met your lips with his own. You shared some soft kisses with him until you felt like you could move again. You turned, rising to your knees between his spread legs and pressing your hands against his broad shoulders. Tenya fell back easily and you looked down at his flushed face and mussed hair, his red eyes dilated as they focused on you and only you.
i wanna see first time smut with shoto!? I prefer long texts but I think you write short texts. So idk but I just have to read this!!
I'm so sorry, you sent this in forever ago, but I hope this story still finds you! ;.;
MHA-MHA-MHA
You and Shouto kissed on your bed, both stripped down to your underwear. Beside you on the blanket sat a brand new box of condoms, waiting to be used.
There was an energy charging the air, and you felt more sensitive than usual tonight, probably because of your nerves.
There'd been some planning involved, a quiet, stuttering conversation, enough time to buy some protection, and an arranged meeting time late after classes. Maybe a more spontaneous occurrence would be more romantic, but nothing would cut your budding hero career short faster than an unplanned pregnancy, so you preferred it this way.
Besides, it was Shouto, and nothing could take away how special this was for you.
Shouto pressed you onto your back, his mouth traveling down your neck to suck pretty, delicate marks into the expanse of skin. Sparks sizzled wherever he touched, anticipation buzzing in your veins. Your hands ran over his bare shoulders, drifting to his muscular back, you nuzzled your face into his shoulder, taking in his scent. You'd been this close to him before, had gone at least this far, but it all felt so different, so new, now. His mouth settled against your pulse and your heart raced against his lips.
Two hands, one running warm, one running cold, drifted down your body and you shivered at the slight yet noticeable difference in temperature. Shouto shifted his body and you felt the swell of his clothed erection prod at your hip and a soft whine sounded from the back of your throat because oh my goodness this was real, this was happening. He wanted you, and you wanted him.
"(Name)..." Shouto's voice was rough and breathy, honeyed by lust. When he lifted his head, there was an almost feverish blush on his face, his mismatched eyes stormed over by desire. His hair stuck out at odd angles, red and white crossing over at the divide. You'd never seen him look so disheveled, and it was the most attractive thing you'd ever seen. You felt a rush of desire pool between your legs and you took his face in your hands and pulled him into a desperate kiss.
As your tongue tangled with his, your touch grew bold. Your hand drifted down his front, down down down until you let your palm rub curiously, shyly, over the front of his boxer briefs, feeling the outline of his cock. The sound he made was so sweet and needy, his whole body shuddering. You wanted to hear him make more sounds like that.
Shouto broke the kiss, but remained close to you, pressing his sweaty forehead against yours, panting as though he'd just run a mile. "It feels so good when you touch me like that," he told you, his hips pressing into your hand. The way he responded to your touch thrilled you and as all your focus centered in on the sounds he made, the tension and motion of his body, you felt your nerves slowly begin to fade away. "I've thought about this so often...but it's so much better than I imagined..."
Your breath hitched, "you've been imagining it?â
"Yeah..." his gentle touch wandered your body reverently, a hot hand settled on your inner thigh. "I want to be close to you, (Name). In every way you'll let me. I've always wanted that."
His words were so blunt and straightforward, as they always were, and they sent a surge of both love and lust running through your body. Suddenly, the pace seemed too slow, and you needed more.
You kissed Shouto again, then moved to sit up, Shouto moving to give you room as you did. Your hand on his chest urged him onto his back and he flopped back without resistance, ready to go along with your every whim. You perched yourself atop him, not really having a plan except to keep this going.
As you settled yourself in this new position, you bit your lip as your clothed pussy pressed up against his clothed erection. You shuddered and Shouto groaned, his hands catching your hips. You looked down at your gorgeous boyfriend, his eyes were half lidded and wholly focused on you. He was such a pretty boy, and he was all yours.
You reached behind yourself, unhooking your bra, letting it fall away from your chest. Your whole body rose at the sharp intake of breath Shouto made beneath you, and his hands gripped you even tighter. His cock twitched against you and you gasped, your own sex pulsing in response.
âCan I-?â
âY-yeahâŠâ you said, already knowing what he was going to ask. Your heart pounded with anticipation.
There was a brief pause, then a cool hand cupped your bare breast. You shivered at the contact. It wasnât cold enough to be uncomfortable, rather, you found it to be quite titillating. Your eyes fluttered shut as Shouto fondled you experimentally, your nipple hardening as his thumb brushed over it and goosebumps rising along your skin.
âIs this okay?â Shouto asked, his voice low and husky.
You nodded, âyeahâŠâ you murmured breathily, letting out a soft hum as his other hand went to your chest. He massaged and played with your tits, squishing and hefting them in his careful hands. You squirmed on top of him, hips pressing against his, and your matching groans filled the room. Your hands pressed against his torso, and you moved, more purposefully this time, to grind yourself against his erection.
âHah...(N-Name),â Shoutoâs sweet voice called out to you. His wandering hands slowed, distracted, on your chest. âPlease...I want moreâŠâ
You slowly blinked your eyes open, looking down at him. Shouto looked up at you with bright pleading eyes and your hunger for him became more than you could bear.
âOkay,â you said, and it was time, it was happening, you realized as you moved off of him, watching him sit up.
Shouto looked to you for reassurance, and when you nodded, he began removing his underwear. Your heart pounded as you took in the sight of his cock, the first youâd ever seen in person, and thoughts of âwill it fit?â passed through your mind. You licked your lips, willing to try.
You settled back against the pillows as Shouto crawled his way closer. Your eyes wandered his body, both the familiar stretches and the new sights, appreciatively before settling on his face.
Shouto looked into your eyes with rapt attention, searching, waiting. He was waiting on you to make the call, you realized, and it warmed your heart. You smiled at him, nervous but ready, and wanting. You reached down, lifting your hips as you slid your panties off, baring yourself completely to him.
Shoutoâs eyes settled between your legs so intently, and he moved closer, one of his hands resting on your knee. Shyly, you slowly parted your legs further, letting him see you. Before you could second guess yourself, you took his hand by the wrist and guided him to your core, inviting him to touch.
Shouto blinked, letting out a slow breath through his nose, and carefully ran his fingers through your folds. You gasped, it was so different having someone other than yourself touch you there, so much more arousing. âKeep goingâŠâ you said, already knowing he was going to ask.
He continued, and with some occasional guidance from you, you soon found yourself with your head tossed back and your fingers gripping the sheets, stretched full around Shoutoâs long, strong fingers.
âYouâre so pretty,â Shoutoâs breaths were labored, his eyes staring down at you dark with desire. Three fingers moved in and out of you in wet strokes that pushed soft moans and mewls from your lips with each go. There was a tension in his body, a barely held restraint as his own needs no doubt begged to be tended to, but he seemed content to ignore it in favor of watching you.
âShoutoâŠâ you whined, feeling your pleasure build higher and higher.
âI like it when you say my name like that,â he told you, leaning in closer. The angle of his hand changed, his fingers curling just so, âplease, say it again.â
As his fingers pressed against that spongy spot of pure bliss inside of you, you cried out his name, cumming on his fingers. His hand stilled as your body shook and quivered, his other hand holding onto your thigh.
When you came down, lax and glowing, you looked up to see his eyes shining brightly.
âDid you just cum?â he asked, a hint of wonder to his voice.
âYeah,â you laughed softly, feeling light and bubbly. You reached out, rubbing his wrist fondly, âthat felt really good,â you told him, knowing he liked reassurance, and you were rewarded with that soft, sweet smile of his.
He carefully removed his fingers from inside of you, leaning in and covering you with his body. He kissed you softly, âI was...nervous,â he admitted quietly against your lips.
âAbout?â you prompted, draping your arms around his shoulders, pulling him closer.
â...I didnât know if Iâd be able to make you feel good tonight,â he nuzzled your cheek, his voice so vulnerable and bare. âIâm still worried Iâll hurt you if we continue. I want you so bad, (Name), what if itâs too much?â
You felt your heart fill with warmth. Oh, this boy. You ran your fingers through his hair, âyou made me feel really, really good, Shouto,â you assured him, âand I want to continue, I want to feel you. Itâll be fine.â
He let out a slow breath, and you felt him melt into your touch. He lifted his head, lips at the corner of your mouth, âpromise youâll stop me if you need to.â
You kissed him, âI promise, Shouto.â
Finally, he sat back and reached for the box of condoms. You watched as he rolled one onto his hard length, the tip of which had been steadily weeping precum this entire time. He moved between your legs, and at your nod, he took a deep breath and focused on pressing himself into you.
âOh,â you gasped softly as the head slipped inside.
He paused, â(Name)?â
âKeep going.â
He continued, slowly, as if afraid if he moved any faster you might break apart right in front of him. Your mouth hung open as you were met with such an unbelievable stretch for the very first time.
âK-Keep going,â you said again without prompt, your hand finding Shoutoâs wrist to give it another reassuring squeeze. Aided by the glide of your arousal and the relaxation of your earlier orgasm, the stretch was more than bearable, the sense of fullness dizzying but pleasant. Before you knew it, Shouto had bottomed out, the weight of his balls settled on your ass.
You both were breathing heavily at that point, and Shouto was sweating, muscles taut with restraint. You thought that steam might start to come off of him at any moment.
âYou can moveâŠâ you told him, your voice shaky. Heâd been holding back all evening, being so considerate of you, and you wanted him to feel good as well.
âOkayâŠâ he breathed, his hands going to your hips. He pulled out about halfway and thrust back in, both of you moaning at the feeling. When you didnât voice any discomfort, Shouto began a careful, steady pace, the occasional grunt and quiet sigh leaving him as some of the tension eased out of his shoulders as he finally indulged in his desires.
The drag of his cock along your sensitive walls had you reaching for him, wrapping your arms tightly around his shoulders. It felt good, so good. You had been prepared for pain tonight, a price to pay for this experience, but he moved so smoothly inside of you and you melted.
âSo goodâŠâ Shoutoâs face pressed into your neck as he began to pick up his pace. He braced a hand beside your head, gripping the sheets tightly. â(Name), you feel so good,â there was a desperation to his voice that youâd never heard before, as if a new side of him had revealed itself to you. You drank it in greedily, holding him even tighter.
âYou feel good, too, Shouto. Youâre doing so well,â you told him, panting into his ear, and he groaned at the praise.
He continued thrusting into you and you reveled in his panting breaths, the feeling of his sweatslick skin sliding against your own, the way your body seemed like a perfect fit to his as his cock moved with such a delicious push and pull. You had never felt so close, so open to another person before. It felt like you and Shouto were the only two people in the world.
Your second orgasm hit harder than the first, and you cried out, accidentally digging your nails into Shoutoâs shoulder. He didnât seem to notice the pain, too distracted by your walls clenching down on him.
â(N-Name),â Shouto gasped, his body tensing, his thrusts growing more insistent. âI-Iâm gonna-!â
He made the most exquisite moan as he came, his cock twitching inside of you as he filled the condom. The smell of burnt fabric filled your nostrils. Heâd accidentally singed the sheets in the heat of his orgasm.
Shouto slumped partially on top of you, just barely holding up his weight, his ragged breathing joined your own labored breaths. You both stayed like that for a moment, taking your time to recover from such an intense experience. Then, Shouto slowly pulled out of you and you shivered at the sensation, part of you still craving the fullness as you relaxed your legs from their previous open position.
He settled down next to you, pulling you close and burying his head in your neck. Shouto seemed to prioritize the closeness over everything else, not even bothering with the spent condom for the time being as he held you tight. You didnât mind right now, the sweat and the stickiness made everything feel so much more real, and you held onto him just as tightly, your heart full of warmth.
âI really liked that,â he told you softly, his thumb brushing along your skin. He hooked his leg over yours just to entangle your bodies that much more.
âMe, too,â you told him, pressing your lips to his shoulder. Your hand ran up and down his back as he tried to nuzzle closer.
âReally?â he wondered, seeking your reassurance. âIt didnât...I didnât hurt you, did I?â
âNo, you didnât,â you soothed, lifting his head up with your hand to look into his eyes. He looked so soft and vulnerable, so sweet. You loved him so much, âit was perfect, Shouto. You were perfect.â
He kissed you, deep and tender, and you melted into it, moving your lips against his in a dance perfected during your time together. When he pulled back, he pressed his lips to your forehead, âI love you so much, name. Youâre the only one I ever want to do this with. Ever. Only you, (Name).â
You felt your breath catch at the implications of his declaration, and you smiled. âMe, too, Shouto. Only you.â
Hi I wanted to send in a request for something with Denki but I didnât see him on the list of characters you like to write for. I wasnât sure if that means youâll only write for those characters or not I didnât want to request and misunderstand your request information.
Hey there! I'm for sure down to write something for Denki or other characters not on the list ^u^
The characters I listed are just ones I tend to gravitate towards when I'm writing personally and have more confidence writing, so I guess you could say there's a better guarantee of characterization with them? But I don't mind exploring other characters I'm less used to writing.
Do you think you can make a part two To the Yandere Tenya ?!ïżŒ
Sure! ^u^ I've got some more headcanons up my sleeve!
No NSFW this time. More angst ahead, and kind of an unhappy resolution, unfortunately XD;
Part 1
Yandere!Iida Headcanons Part 2
Iida's quite taken by the intoxicating thought of you pregnant with his child, belly rounded with life and stunning in your maternal glow. It would be good to have an heir to the Iida lineage, of course, but it's more than that. The idea of you bound to him in something as precious as the creation of a life, the family that would come from that, the future together, it all nearly has him hard with want. He loves you, of course he would want a family with you, but the appeal is a lot darker than that for him. It would mean that no matter what, for the rest of your life, you would always have some form of connection to him. In his more self aware moments, the way his mind twists such a precious concept has him sick with disgust in himself.
Iida's always been possessive of you when you're around what he would call "potential rivals." His friends always teased him for being a bit stiff and a stickler for the rules, and perhaps a bit of insecurity has settled in him that you might fall for someone more carefree, more "fun." So he gets jealous, and clingy, and insists others keep a respectable distance from his girlfriend. His friends think it's cute, how worked up he can get, who would have thought that the former class president could get so jealous? Surely you have him wrapped around your little finger. But is it really so cute? When his eyes darken and his jaw clenches, a fist forming at his side just out of sight? When he takes you home and considers never letting you out again?
It wouldn't be accurate to say that Iida's friends never catch on. Some of them do see the darkness in him, and it worries them probably as much as it worries Iida. While a few just have faith that Iida would never take things too far, others, well... After everything they've been through as a class, they're not going to let their friend fall. For some, that means interfering before things get too serious, for others, that means making sure Iida doesn't get caught. He's not the only one in the group with dark inclinations.
You would find out about Iida's darker side from his very own mouth. One day he goes too far, in his jealousy, in his brutality towards a villain that harmed you, whatever it is, it brings you to call him out when you're at home. You've been noticing worrying changes with Iida for a while now, and you demand to know: what is wrong with him?
What's wrong with him? There's too much that's wrong, and the fact that you can see it, which is his worst nightmare, breaks him. He falls to his knees in front of you, arms around your middle and face pressed into your stomach as every dark, alarming thought he's ever had comes out of him.
It shatters your perception of him irreparably. The good man you thought you knew wants to keep you in a cage, wants to possess you so wholly it scares even himself. You try to draw away from him, try to be gentle as you tell him, "Tenya, you need help..." and it confirms to him that he's lost you.
He doesn't let go.
This was the beginning of your brief captivity. By this point, Iida had already been taking more and more of your agency away from you, controlling the finances and steadily closing you away from your old social circle. It might not have been with this outcome in mind at the time, but it worked in his favor now. A few emails and calls and you could be gone for weeks without anyone sounding the alarm, and those that would look for you were mostly Iida's friends, too.
It was misery being locked away, physically restrained and constantly monitored to keep you from leaving the house. The locks were changed, your phone and computer taken away, the only way out was through Iida, himself, who definitely had the physical advantage.
Throughout it all, Iida was a bizarre combination of remorseful and resolute. He felt so bad for putting you through this, begging for your forgiveness and hating what he'd become. That said, he didn't feel so bad as to let you go, and it was obvious that he was still hoping to continue your relationship, with or without your approval. You didn't recognize him anymore. You tried to reason with him, and when that didn't work, you fought him, desperate to escape, but Iida was a tough opponent, and you found that getting out on your own was a hopeless endeavor.
But your capture didn't last forever. As stated, it was a brief captivity, no more than a few weeks, maybe a few months at most (though that time felt like forever). He hadn't planned for this, after all. It would be Iida's friends that got you out, subduing Iida and bringing him to see reason and seek help. However, you would find that it was mostly for Iida's sake, not for your own. There would be no justice for your kidnapping and imprisonment. The former Class A was a tight knit group, and they would ensure that Iida would still have a chance to be the hero he wanted to be, even if it meant keeping your ordeal from seeing the light of day.
Through help and support, Iida would slowly learn to control his possessive urges, but they would still remain at the back of his mind. He would always, always desire to get that happy ending with you.
