slowburn or love at first sight // fake dating or secret dating // enemies to lovers or best friends to lovers // there’s only one bed or long-distance correspondence // hurt/comfort or amnesia // fantasy au or modern au // mutual pining or domestic bliss // smut or fluff // canon-compliant or fix-it // reincarnation or character death // one-shot or multi-chapter // kid fic or road trip fic // arranged marriage or accidental marriage // high-school romance or middle-age romance // time travel or isolated together // neighbors or roommates // sci-fi au or magic au // body swap or genderbent // angst or crack // apocalyptic or mundane
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Tags: gn!reader, suggestive but no smut, super short little drabble
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Tomura’s panting as he pins you down, chapped lips slick with spit as you both get lost in the kiss. He’s not supposed to be doing this, he knows. There’s plans to make, meetings to have, news to review. But you, with your sweet kisses and eager body, always manage to pull him away…even if just for a moment.
Rough hands trail carefully down your sides, a shaky little gasp leaving his lips against yours as he grabs your hips but stops himself from pressing against you. A little whine leaves your throat, fingers tangling in his hair to tug him closer, but Tomura digs his heels in.
Reluctantly, oh so reluctantly, he pulls away from the kiss. He’s heaving softly, his face dusted pink and his eyes shining with desire, but he doesn’t push for more. Reaching up, he gently pulls your hands from his hair, grumbling softly. “…I can’t right now…”
The way you pout nearly kills him, so he looks away and starts getting up. But what Tomura doesn’t know is that you don’t feel like giving up that easily…not this time.
He freezes as your hands boldly reach out, fingers hooking through his front couple belt loops and yanking him back down by his hips. He loses his balance for a second, not expecting the sudden force, and his bulge lands directly between your thighs, right where you’ve both been wanting it.
Tomura’s eyes are wide as he stares down at you for a second, his mind struggling to comprehend your actions and how they affected him. But more than anything, he’s mentally reworking his schedule to fit in time for you.
The moment passes quickly, and a little grin spreads on his lips instead. He chuckles lightly, grabbing your wrists again but pinning them above your head this time. Tomura leans in, finally grinding his hips against you deliberately and letting you feel the way he’s throbbing in his pants because of your actions.
“Heh…Who said you can boss me around?”
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Dabi’s hands are scorching as they grope and squeeze at your waist, pinning you hard against the rough brick of the alley wall.
Getting caught up like this in the middle of a mission is not something he usually allows to happen…but sometimes it’s okay to indulge just a bit. Plus, you always look so goddamn sexy when you’re being just as ruthless as him.
Your hands are tangled in his black hair, tugging harshly to keep him where you want him, your lips moving needily against his. Dabi kisses like he has all the time in the world, lazy and deep and yet controlling every aspect of it. He groans quietly against your lips while you let out tiny moans against his.
He’s already hard, straining against the fabric of his pants, but he’s not pushing for more just yet. He doesn’t usually care much for duty or decorum, but it would cause trouble if those assholes you’re after managed to get away. That being said, it wouldn’t hurt just to relieve some pressure…
Right as he’s about to grind against you, though, an explosion goes off a block or two away from you. Pulling away abruptly, Dabi’s panting lightly and looking in that direction with a scowl, pissed off by the interruption and knowing you both have to actually do your jobs. “Shit…C’mon, let’s get this over with.”
He starts pulling away and you miss his heat immediately, impatience and frustration gnawing at the ache between your legs. Without thinking, you reach out and grab his belt buckle, firmly pulling him right back against you.
Dabi’s eyes go wide for a split second at your boldness, but a shit-eating grin spreads across his lips a second later. He’s more turned on than ever now, a rough chuckle leaving his throat while he easily gives in and grinds against you in earnest. His hands are even hotter now, sliding under your shirt without hesitation while his lips descend upon yours again.With you being all demanding and needy like this, any fucking mission can wait.
being told to take that cock while you’re pinned and getting fucked is so hot cause it’s not an ask or praise, it’s an outright demand. they’re inside you, pounding your cunt so hard and slamming into you that you can barely catch your breath and you quite literally have no choice but to take it. the phrase is a mockery, made to remind you to lay there and submit, let your cunt do what it does best
☆ The trapped in an air anime figurine collectors display case
Treasured. Contained. Desired. Rare. You are cultivated by men of questionable virtue. Know that the mates seek you out, might not always value your best interest, and instead satiate their own desire to possess you.
Your aroma profile features the smoky and warm homestead of cedar wood. The earthy notes of this wooden scent mix beautifully with the deep primal quality of your musk. There is a whisper of animalistic confinement in your fragrance.
Your top notes are: cedar wood
Your bottom notes are: musk
Beware of alphas with traits such as: impulsivity, control, and an inability to read analog clocks.
Your faint carnal scent from your hearth will ground those around you, but be wary of allowing yourself to become simply a weight for others.