listen so i know its been awhile. alot of things happened. i got a new job, my computer broke, my computer got fixed....bnha season 4 ended. Tiger King was a thing, and obviously quarantine.
also sorry this is what i decided to post first. youve all been warned!
Prompt: a serial killer who finds their victims through dating apps has finally chosen their next target. they've been texting for a while and had planned what would've been a fatal first date, but then the country went on lockdown. the killer keeps in touch figuring they might as well keep around another potential victim except...theyâre kinda starting to like this one.
(Serial killer Tomura x f reader)
Warnings: murder, non-con everything? , mention of rape? idk its bad he kills people. maybe a little hybristophilia if you look real close. (pls just remember none of this is real and proceed with caution....thnks)
1 week before quarantine:
It had only been three days since you re-downloaded tinder off of a whim. There had been some pretty interesting matches up until this point, but you were flip flopping between two guys mainly. One was tall with dark hair. He was covered in burns that only seemed to add to his allure. He was hot, figuratively and literally. The other was another kind of mystery all together. He had denied all your requests for any more pictures of himself. He obviously had the standard few shown in his bio, but those were mostly all body pics. Itâs not like he was even that big, his muscles were no doubt toned as anything, but, like the first boy, he was littered in scars that intrigued you. The chemistry the two of you shared seemed stronger in your opinion than with the first. You were dying to see him in person, after all you had only been able to see so much during your facetime calls.
After some time, you finally narrowed it down. You decided to take a risk and go with what was behind door number 2. Tomura Shigaraki.
 1 day before quarantine:
After a few days of chatting, the two of you had teased each other so much you couldnât stand it anymore. You were just dying for him to ask to see you in person. You and your friends had stopped going to the clubs recently, and you just hoped your now empty schedule would line up with his at some point this week. Everyone around you was getting sicker and sicker so the club was definitely a no go for now. Plus, with the way you looked, it might be a bit dangerous. Still, you hoped to play your cards just right, and finally get him to give in. You decided a little impromptu face time session was the next step. Removing your sweatshirt, leaving you in only a tank top, you grabbed your phone.
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Halfway through the call you were starting to tune him out when you heard him snap at you. âWhat are you paying attention to? Those eyes should be on me.â
Bashfully, you turned back to your phone. âSorry, I mean, have you seen the news? Not only do they talk about the virus 24/7, they also talk about those murders all the time.â
âOhâŠyeah?â He hardened slightly at the unintended mention of him.
âYeah, I mean if the virus doesnât take me outâŠIâm pretty sure this guy might. All the victims look almost exactly like me.â
He really was a sucker for your innocence. âOh, I guess he must have a type...â
âYeah itâs quite interesting.â Your eyes flicked up to your screen, then back to the T.V
âInteresting?â Shigaraki was genuinely confused.
Returning your gaze to your phone, you finally answered him. âYeah I think so, why you donât?â
Interesting was the last thing people called him. Freak, psycho, yeah, but interesting? âIâm not sureâŠwhy, are you interested in him?â
âWell, you just said he has a typeâŠI just wonder what it is about girls like me that make him go crazyâŠ.I bet you he has mommy issues!â You said with a giggle.
âHah, mommy issuesâŠâ
âEither that or heâs got one of those weird brother sister relationshipsâŠmaybe if I pretend heâd let me live.â You moaned slightly into the speaker. âOh, oniichan~â
He coughed to stop himself from moaning. âMaybe itâs a bit of both.â Admittedly you did look like his mom and sister. More similar to which, was the real question.
âOh, you think?⊠Who doesnât have family issues these daysâŠ.â
He was silent as you continued to theorize about him unknowingly.  He couldnât stop himself from asking âWhat would you say to him, ya know? You said you look like his victimsâŠhavenât you thought about if it was to happen to you?â
âHmmâŠ.. I guess Iâd ask him why?â
âWhy what?â
âWhy kill them? Like I wonder what happened in his life for him to be able to do something like that?â
âThatâs what you would say? Not scream for help?â All of his past victims screamed, God he hated that. Thatâs why he ended up shoving his cock down their throats half the time. Anything to get them to shut up.
âIf Iâm going to die anyway why not take the opportunity to get to know him a little. Might sound morbid, but he doesnât let people get away.â
âSeems like you know a lot about this guy?â He asked probingly.
âIâve been curious, nothing really going on in the world other than this virus...â
After that conversation Tomura became intrigued as to what you would think when you finally realized who he was. If you would really be brave enough to ask him âwhyâ, right before he decided to take your life. Â He was looking forward to the day you would finally agree to leave your house again. You were in the middle of a global pandemic after all. Until then, he had his ways of continuing his mission.
He started by hacking into the local hospital records. Truth be told he wasnât ready to die, or be caught yet, so every week he would hack away for the names of the women who had recently been tested, and were found to be negative for the virus. He then sifted through their social media for girls that fit his profile. There werenât too many, and he had to settle for a few that were a bit out of his age range.
A few weeks went by, the two of you keeping in touch every night. Tomura still finding suitable replacements until you were finally in his grasps. He didnât want to give himself away by dragging you out, there were no excuses he could even think of at this point. It was better to wait, at least thatâs what he kept telling himself.
âVictim? Victim, honey youâre my fifth oneâŠ.â
After the deed was done, and he was just about to head out of there, Shigarakis phone started to ring. He was going to ignore it at first until he saw it was you. Â It was rather unusual for you to call this early. You both kept to a strictly late night schedule. Curiosity got the better of him.
âHeyâŠâ He answered, huffing into the phone. He was ashamedly out of breath after everything that just transpired.
âOh hey, I didnât think you were going to answer.â
âWell. I didâŠso whatâs up?â
âWhy do you sound so out of breath? What were you jerking offâŠâ You said teasingly.
âNo, I was about to thoughâŠâ He wasnât lying, he usually goes home to finish himself. Maybe now was the chance to take a little risk.
âWanna help me get there?â Yup, he was doing this.
âYeah, of course I do.â You replied, unaware of what the person on the other end of the phone was really about to do.
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3 weeks and 2 days into quarantine:
âHey Tomu, you hear about what the killer left behind this time?â You all but nearly shouted, as soon as Shigaraki accepted your facetime call.
âHmm, what was it?â If he had to take a guess, he bet he could figure out what it was.
âHe came all over her face, heâs never done that before!âŠdo you think he killed her before or after?â
âProbably beforeâŠâ Probably? Yeah right, he knew for a fact he killed her before your little call to him.
âYeah youâre probably right. They said this one was a bit older, I wonder if that helped him out moreâŠyaâ know cause his supposed mommy issues.â
âSomehow I donât think thatâs the caseâŠâ
He couldnât really tell you it was you, who indeed got him there. Staring at that body that somewhat resembled you, while you were saying all those things to him. He really couldnât wait to have you. He usually wasnât a man of patience, so he couldnât figure out why he hasnât actually killed you yet. He kept making up excuses but deep down, he knew he was growing quite fond of you. He couldnât help that you were stroking his ego every time he did something riskier and you would comment on it. Â
 The last girl was different. They no longer felt right to him. He knew he had to have you. He wondered if he would miss you after it was done. Was he going to fuck you before or after? You werenât going to be alive to theorize with him afterwards, that made him a little sad. He picked up his phone and shot you a text.
Now, you werenât too fond on Christmas. Youâve never actually had a family to celebrate it with, and seeing all the happy families and couples around this time of year made you sick. You did however enjoy the snow, and the lights.Â
Which is why you asked Dabi to take a walk with you. It was just after dinner and he was getting ready to head into his room and crash for the night when you interrupted him with your proposition.
âJust a little one? I promise itâll be quick.â
He was a little stressed from his last mission. It hadnât turned out like heâd hoped it would and agreed he could go for some mindless downtime.
Synopsis: You walk in on Denki, your best friend of five years, getting off. Two questions: Why is there a picture of you? And why do you want him to take more?Â
Pairing: Kaminari Denki x fem!reader
Warnings: M/E+, 18+, explicit sexual content
Word Count: 6k+
A/N: This is for the @bnhabookclubâ bingo event! Thank you @shoutogepiâ and @im-here-for-the-heroesâ for beta reading. Shout out to @whats-her-quirkâ this fic was born from me poppin in during your thirst hours lol
So here we are! The sequel to Red-handed! Shout out to @reinawritesbnhaâ for helping me come up with the majority of the stuff in this continuation and for proofreading it for me! Love you â€ïž â€ïž â€ïž Warning: Explicit Content. All my characters are over 18, if youâre reading this you should be too.
Thereâs a lot going on in here including: Threesome, anal, creampie, dirty talk, degradation, squirting, over-stimulation, electric shock play
Word count: 4,792
Things havenât been the same in your lives since that night at the house party, and they were likely to never go back to being the same. This didnât mean anything had changed in your relationship with Bakugo, you two were still going along as strong as ever, and as far as either of you knew, Denki had kept his word and didnât tell anybody about the two of you.
First of all I would like to sayâŠ.I donât have an actual explanation for this. This vision was brought to you by Yellowtail Pinot Grigio! This is the longest piece of filth Iâve ever written. Warning: Explicit Content. All my characters are over 18, if youâre reading this you should be too.
Thereâs a lot going on in here including: Dub-con, deepthroating, some slight cuckholding, anal, reluctant threesome, electrocution play (is that what you call it? Itâs a very tiny part though), double penetration
Thereâs a Part 2!
Word count: 4,420
âWeâre not gonna get caught, Princess.â
You shouldnât have believed him; you really shouldnât have, but itâs hard to say no to your sexy ass boyfriend sometimes. You and Bakugo had only just started dating, but your physical attraction to each other had always been off the charts. Having finally wormed your way into each otherâs romantic lives after years of pining, you were free to act on your lustfulness and act on it yâall did. Sometimes in spaces where you really shouldnât. Especially in spaces where you really shouldnât. Bakugo seemed to have a kink for almost getting caught, and that was starting to rub off on you as well. What you werenât prepared for, though, was ACTUALLY getting caught.
Kaminari Denki X Reader & Shinsou Hitoshi X Reader (BNHA)
Warnings: 18+ drug use, alcohol use, oral sex, making out, swears, prostitution.Â
You run into a dealer at KFC while on a snack run for the Bakusquad.Â
(shoutout to @bakatenshii for screaming about this with me!!!)
You really didnât plan on this, but thatâs how the story always goes, doesnât it?
Denkiâs lips are on your neck, the small of your back grazing the rough bricks behind you, your eyes cast upwards at the glowing KFC sign illuminating the storefront. Youâre both a little drunkâand heâs a little high, tooâbut your eyes drop to scan the immediate vicinity, hyperaware of the possibility of being seen.
âRace yaâ?â -Denki Kaminari  (racing in the rain fluff)
Sorry I havent written anything in forever. Iâve just been out of ideas! I only really write when Iâm inspired!
The other day @bakugotrashpandaâ wrote this amazing thing, and it reminded me of how Denki Kaminari would 100% run through the rain with you no matter what.Â
warnings: 1,500 words ; i cant write sex shit, so its always implied. my brain short circuits when i get to that part. this is just some self indulgent Kaminari fluff cause why not?
You looked up to the sky and laughed. Â âItâs getting darker and darker! Weâre going to get soaked. 10% chance my ass!â
The pro hero behind you glanced up, then back towards you with the biggest grin on his face. âIt will be just like high school all over againâŠ. Race ya?â Â
âI bet you twenty, I can make it back before you!â You huffed to the blonde in response, you took off running through the city as it started to pour.
âWait up! You got a head start!â He followed suit, keeping a steady pace not too far behind you. The two of you had been walking back from some charity event your agencies made you attend. It wasnât supposed to rain, but here you both were.
It really was just like high school all over again. Back then, you had both worked internships in the same area, and would walk home together. Many times, youâd find yourself racing the whole distance back to the dorms in the rain. Clearly, you both didnât know there was a thing called an umbrella, because you both never bothered to bring one. Really, thinking back on itâŠthe two of you must have been lacking some serious brain cells because running through the rain did nothing to keep you drier either.
You made it back to your apartment just as the storm started to pick up, the two of you now soaked and out of breath.
âWhy the fuck have we not learned to carry an umbrella?â You groaned as you turned to slap your door. âI won by the way.â
âI donât even own oneâŠâ Kaminari said with a giggle. He was hunched over leaning his hands on his knees, trying to catch his breath.
You turned your key and opened the door to your apartment, taking a step inside you motioned for him to follow. âYeah, I donât either! Come in, youâre not walking home in that! Iâll dry your clothes.â
so, i started working on this thing back in april ( hence bakugous birthday and the cherry blossoms ) it just took me a while to edit it. srry
anyways, this is like so self indulgent but w.e, still figured id share!
(f reader x kami x sero, seroxmina) it aint a threesome tho
Word count: 3k
Warnings: Slight angst, finger banging, weed, idk im bad at tagging (also were saying everyone is aged up so yâall can relax. like you were so innocent in h.s)
You were currently huddled up on the hammock with your favorite blanket, as Kaminari gently pushed you back and forth. There was music playing in the background, and a video game that had long been forgotten still displayed on the T.V. It was Friday night, and as usual, you and your friends were all in Seros room smoking together. Bakugou, and Kirishima had already retired to their rooms for the night, so it left just you, Kaminari, Sero, and Mina. The relaxing atmosphere was abruptly interrupted by Mina, who jumped up and startled everyone.
âBITCH, donât forget weâre getting our nails done tomorrow! Iâm going to head back to take off my nail polish so itâs easier for them. They always claim they donât charge extra for that, but I swear I think they do.â
âOk! Text me!!! I probably will need a wakeup call after tonight!â
âOh, I bet you will!â Kaminari said with a giggle.Â
 "Hush, Iâll see you tomorrow cutie!â You said to Mina with a wink. You couldnât even bat an eyelash before she was skipping down the hall, off to her room for the night.
Summary: It has been years since you last saw your former teacher and long-time crush. Now, home for the time-being in quarantine, you catch a glimpse of him during your younger sisterâs online class. With all the memories and desires swirling in your mind, the last thing you would want or expect is to get caughtâŠ
Tings: 18+, swearing, cyber sex, masturbation
Prompt: âDo as youâre told.â
A/n: This is my fic inspired by the @bnhabookclubâ weekly prompt! Thank you to @hisoknenâ and @raekahwritingsâ for beta-reading! Also thanks to @bnhcsâ, @secondhand-trashâ, @sunniebunnie20â and @wakaoujisenhimeâ for sprinting with me! Also, the reader in this fic has a surname: Takeda (named after Takeda Big-Dick-Energy Shingen).Â
Header: Tony Thornburg
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You moan, tendrils of pleasure creeping up your spine. Sitting in a leather desk chair, your head lolls back, resting upon the edge. There is a seamless swath of smooth skin from your tilted chin down to the crumpled skirt you sit on, recently discarded. The compact vibrator in your hand emits a low purr, the sound fading in and out as you alternate between sliding it into your slick folds and holding it flush against your clit. On the laptop before you is a screenshot of the man currently occupying space in your mind. He sits back in his chair, propped over an armrest, with long, slender fingers over his lips. Though his obsidian hair is pulled back from his face, several tendrils hang loose, gently brushing his pale skin.Â
âTouch me, please, Aizawa,â you murmur, your words lingering in the air around you.
When you caught sight of him earlier today, intently listening to some budding hero in your younger sisterâs class give a presentation, you stopped in your tracks. Luckily, she had popped to the bathroom and did not witness your visceral reaction to your former teacher. It was something between a gasp, a gurgle and a jolt. He had been handsome even back then, young as he was. Now, his face was more rugged, defined, and the scar cupping his left eye made you audibly clench. You shot a quick glance to make sure you were invisible to the cameraâgood, your sticker was still pressed to the dark strip of bevel. You hastily darted forward and enlarged his window until it filled the screen, taking in his gentle nod and the enticing sweep of his deep-v collar. Click.
Summary: It has been years since you last saw your former teacher and long-time crush. Now, home for the time-being in quarantine, you catch a glimpse of him during your younger sisterâs online class. With all the memories and desires swirling in your mind, the last thing you would want or expect is to get caughtâŠ
Tings: 18+, swearing, cyber sex, masturbation
Prompt: âDo as youâre told.â
A/n: This is my fic inspired by the @bnhabookclubâ weekly prompt! Thank you to @hisoknenâ and @raekahwritingsâ for beta-reading! Also thanks to @bnhcsâ, @secondhand-trashâ, @sunniebunnie20â and @wakaoujisenhimeâ for sprinting with me! Also, the reader in this fic has a surname: Takeda (named after Takeda Big-Dick-Energy Shingen).Â
Header: Tony Thornburg
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You moan, tendrils of pleasure creeping up your spine. Sitting in a leather desk chair, your head lolls back, resting upon the edge. There is a seamless swath of smooth skin from your tilted chin down to the crumpled skirt you sit on, recently discarded. The compact vibrator in your hand emits a low purr, the sound fading in and out as you alternate between sliding it into your slick folds and holding it flush against your clit. On the laptop before you is a screenshot of the man currently occupying space in your mind. He sits back in his chair, propped over an armrest, with long, slender fingers over his lips. Though his obsidian hair is pulled back from his face, several tendrils hang loose, gently brushing his pale skin.Â
âTouch me, please, Aizawa,â you murmur, your words lingering in the air around you.
When you caught sight of him earlier today, intently listening to some budding hero in your younger sisterâs class give a presentation, you stopped in your tracks. Luckily, she had popped to the bathroom and did not witness your visceral reaction to your former teacher. It was something between a gasp, a gurgle and a jolt. He had been handsome even back then, young as he was. Now, his face was more rugged, defined, and the scar cupping his left eye made you audibly clench. You shot a quick glance to make sure you were invisible to the cameraâgood, your sticker was still pressed to the dark strip of bevel. You hastily darted forward and enlarged his window until it filled the screen, taking in his gentle nod and the enticing sweep of his deep-v collar. Click.
College AU
Prompt: Do as youâre told
!!18+, oral, exchanging sex for things, public?
A/N: This is what we call posting without editing at midnight <3 Hopefully any errors I made arenât too bad.
Anything for the A.Â
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âLook, I am straight up failing this class,â you groaned, âNo amount of tutoring will raise my grade.â You flopped back onto the couch in Denkiâs dorm and covered your eyes in frustration.
âMaybe you need to raise something else if you know what I mean,â Mina giggled from the other sofa. You peeked at the pink-haired girl from between your arms and stuck out your tongue at her.
âWhat? No, I canât do that,â you groaned, âMaybe I can just drop the class and take it another time.â
Keigo Takami || Hawks x Reader
Flower Shop and Tattoo Parlor AU
Word Count: 4229
Roses are red, violets are blue, will you let Keigo give you a tattoo?
Part of a BNHAREM Server collab. See the masterlist here
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The smell of smoke wafts past your nose as you pass by the alleyway between your shop and the shop next door. Out of habit you hold your breath as you pass.
âWhatâs new, Flower Girl?â a voice calls from within the alley.
âNothing much, Inky,â you call back and work your key into the stiff lock of the flower shop. A blond man emerges from the small space between the two buildings. He exhales a cloud of smoke away from you and crushes the butt of his cigarette beneath his boot.
