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“I’m so in love with you, Sev…”
“…It’ll go away.”
Severus Snape in the prefect's bathroom
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Северус Снейп в ванной старост
You see, he was supposed to be dropping ingredient in a cauldron, hence the weird hand gesture, but then I got lazy.
Furry-fies your Snape,,,, joke from moots 🥹
Praise with Tomura…
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I’m humping my phone rn UGHHH 🤤🤤🤤
Can y’all tell that I try to use voice lines from the show and from the game for my stuff sometimes??
Tags: gn!reader, smut, PRAISE, pretty short cuz it’s late and I’m tired
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“There you go…”
Tomura’s grinning like he just won the lottery, looking up at you as you ride him nice and slow.
It’s been a stressful few months, to say the least. Losing the original hideout, losing Kurogiri, losing All For One, losing Magne. Everyone’s wondering what the goal is now- and everyone’s looking to him for answers he doesn’t quite have yet.
But finally, blessedly, you’ve both somehow found yourselves completely alone in this temporary hideout, with nothing but time on your hands. And what better way to spend it than having some good old fashioned stress-relieving time together?
Your face is hotter than the sun right now, flushed and a bit shiny with summer sweat. Your eyes are fluttered shut, lips parted on breathy little gasps and moans. And to Tomura, you’ve never looked more alluring than you do right now.
“Bet that feels nice, doesn’t it?” He asks, chuckling softly at the way you tuck your head down a bit more.
Yeah, it feels fucking nice. You haven’t been able to have more than a few secret, silent quickies since everything went down. But now you’re feeling every inch, every centimeter, of his thick cock sliding in and out and in and out at the pace you set.
“T-Tomura- hah-.” You murmur, taking him aaaall the way in and grinding your hips in a slow circle. “‘Ts so good…mm!”
A warm chuckle spills from his lips, rough hands giving your hips a firm squeeze. Tomura guides your hips in a slow grind, ensuring every inch is throbbing nice and deep inside you.
“Oh, I know…” He purrs, sliding a hand up your side to cup your cheek. “Makin’ me feel good, too. Really good.”
His praise sends a bolt of electricity through you, making you squeeze around him deliciously. Tomura groans roughly, sliding his hand around to the back of your head and pulling you in close.
“Be good ‘nd fuck yourself on my cock for real, yeah?” He murmurs, his lips brushing against your ear and sending a shiver down your spine.
A little whimper leaves your lips before you nod obediently, arms wrapping around his neck while he tilts his head for you to nuzzle closer. Taking a tight, but careful, hold of your ass, he starts guiding you up and down- faster, harder, deeper. Pretty soon, the base is full with the sound of skin slapping skin and blissful moans.
“That’s it- that’s it-.” Tomura groans, his hips bucking up a bit to meet yours on the way down. “Just like that- ngh!”
You moan at his praise, your lips pressing uneven kisses to his neck as you bounce harder and harder on his cock. He lets out a moan of his own, twitching and pulsing inside you.
Tomura holds you tighter, arms coming up to hug around your waist now. His eyes are rolling back now too, in a trance from the way you feel gliding over him, tight and hot and fucking perfect. He internally groans at the way you cling to him- one needy hand tangled in his hair while the other grasps desperately at the sleeve of his hoodie.
“M-mm- fuck-.” His voice is ragged next to your ear, breathless with pleasure. “Gonna m-make me cum, babe- ah!”
That only spurs you on, your face lifting from his shoulder while your hips ride him with renewed vigor. You both moan loud, clinging to each other. Tomura looks at you with dilated eyes, his gaze dragging over every inch of you. So fucking perfect.
“Cum- cum inside-.” You stutter to him, blinking at him with those irresistible eyes.
Whimpering lowly, Tomura starts ramming up into you. He’s so close now, and he can tell you are too. “Mm!- Y-yeah? Want my c-cum inside you? Gonna be good a-and take it?”
You nod quickly, movements getting erratic now as your peak approaches. He’s watches closely as the pleasure drips over your features, morphing your expression into one of pure bliss.
“Ngh!- Keep goin’- ah!- Doin’ s-so fuckin’ good.” He growls, his own hips starting to lose rhythm now. “Make yourself cum first b-before I fill you up- mm!”
Whining shakily, you push yourself to your orgasm, using his cock for your pleasure while he holds back his own. You cum with a moan of his name, shaking and undulating on top of him before collapsing into his chest.
Tomura cums right after, a high moan ripping from his throat as he holds you down and dumps his load as deep as possible. Sharp teeth sink into your neck, claiming like he wish he could’ve been all this time. Something between a sob and a mewl leaves your lips as you gratefully accept everything he gives you, feeling it settle thick and warm inside you.
In the aftermath, while you’re both still panting and shaking, Tomura hauls you in closer, a hand coming up to cup the back of your head again, stroking and soothing in a rare gesture of comfort. “Hah…Perfect…Absolutely perfect f’me…”
Now the only problem is finding the will to get up and clean before the others come back…
Reader stealing their clothes
A/n: Hello this is my second post again I'm happy for kind criticism . And thanks for all the love and support on my first post.
Paring:league of villans x s/o reader (seperate)
Summery:This has the league of villains and others, Tomura Shigaraki,dabi,Mr Compress, Kai Chisaki, Spinner, young All for One, Toga
Contains:fluff;sfw
Dabi
Dabi was already irritated before he even left the room.
He swore he left his old jacket somewhere nearby, but no matter where he looked, it was gone.
After a few more annoyed curses, he finally spotted it bundled up on the couch.
Or rather, wrapped around you while you slept peacefully in the hideout.
The sight made him pause for a second.
You looked ridiculously comfortable curled up in his oversized, worn-out jacket, holding part of it close like it was the softest thing in the world.
“Tch… thief,” he muttered quietly, though there wasn’t any real annoyance behind it anymore.
Carefully, he tugged the jacket back from around you and replaced it with another blanket from nearby, making sure you stayed warm before throwing the old coat over his shoulder.
Before leaving, he gently ruffled your hair, a small tired smile pulling at his scars when you instinctively leaned into the touch in your sleep.
Tomura
The heat in the hideout was unbearable. No AC, barely any airflow, and everyone was annoyed because of it.
Tomura had finally gotten fed up enough to pull off his usual black hoodie, tossing it beside you before going back to his handheld game for a few more minutes.
Eventually, he groaned and set the console down too, muttering something about getting the ice cream Toga brought back earlier.
The second he left the room, you grabbed the hoodie and pulled it on despite the heat.
It smelled faintly like dust and him.
By the time Tomura came back, eating ice cream straight from the container, he noticed immediately.
His red eyes lingered on you for a second before he sat back down beside you like nothing happened.
“Tch… idiot,” he muttered, shoulder bumping against yours while he ate another spoonful. “Don’t start complaining when you pass out from wearing my hoodie in this heat.”
A few seconds later, he silently handed you the ice cream container without even looking at you.
Young All for One
All For One already knew what was going to happen the moment he left his jacket draped over the chair.
He said nothing about it before leaving the room, though the faint smile on his face made it obvious he expected something.
Sure enough, by the time he returned hours later, you were curled up asleep in the oversized coat.
The sleeves swallowed your hands completely, and the fabric practically drowned you where you rested on the couch.
He paused quietly in the doorway, watching for a long moment.
“You’re predictable,” he murmured, voice low with amusement.
Still, instead of taking the jacket back, he walked over and adjusted it more securely around your shoulders.
His hand lingered briefly against your head before he finally sat beside you, letting you continue sleeping in something that smelled faintly like him.
Kai Chisaki
You found Kai's green jacket draped neatly over the back of his office chair.
You knew you probably shouldn’t touch it.
Still, a few minutes later, you were wandering around the halls wearing it anyway, sleeves hanging past your hands while the fabric carried his usual clean scent.
Then came the sound of footsteps behind you.
“That’s my jacket.” Kai’s voice was sharp and immediate. “Take it off. Now I’m going to have to clean it again.”
You rolled your eyes but handed it back without arguing, and the two of you went separate ways after that.
A while later, though, Kai approached you again without a word.
Before you could ask what he wanted, he tossed the same green jacket into your arms.
“You can keep that one,” he said flatly. “I have two.”
And just like that, he turned and walked away before you could notice the faint redness dusting the tips of his ears.
Spinner
Spinner didn’t even notice his shirt was missing at first.
You had grabbed it off a chair without thinking much about it, mostly because it looked comfortable.
By the time Spinner finally saw you wearing it, he completely froze mid-sentence.
His face warmed instantly, eyes darting away so fast it almost looked painful.
“…Oh...Ehh..” was all he managed to say.
After that, he got weirdly clingy for the rest of the day, sitting closer than usual and constantly finding excuses to lean against you.
He never actually mentioned the shirt again.
But after that, you started noticing more of his clothes mysteriously left out where you could easily find them.
Mr Compress
Mr. Compress had left his top hat sitting on the table while he showered.
The temptation was too strong not to steal it for a few minutes.
You placed it carefully on your head, dramatically posing around the room and trying your best to imitate his overly theatrical gestures.
Right as you were attempting a ridiculous bow, the bathroom door opened.
“Well now,” he laughed immediately, leaning against the doorway. “And who do we have here?”
You tried to keep a straight face while he walked closer, brown his eyes sparking as he looks at you.
“What marvelous tricks are you performing today, my dear thief?”
Before you could answer, he gently pressed a kiss to the top of your head.
At the same time, with one smooth graceful motion, he lifted the hat right back off you and settled it onto his own head like nothing had happened.
Toga
Toga had left her pink jacket tossed over the couch before running out to grab ice cream.
The second she was gone, you picked it up and slipped it on.
It was way softer than you expected, the oversized sleeves nearly covering your hands completely while you curled up comfortably in it.
By the time Toga came back balancing a bag of snacks and melted ice cream, you were half asleep wearing her jacket.
She stopped dead in the doorway the moment she noticed.
“Awww, how cute!” she squealed, practically dropping the bag as she rushed over to you.
“You look sooo adorable in my clothes!”
Before you could even respond, she was already clinging to you excitedly, giggling while fixing the collar and insisting you keep wearing it because “it looks better on you anyway.”
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Fourteen years and six months ago, he dressed up as a grandmother for Halloween. Nine years ago, he dug soccer socks out of her drawer and secretly pretended to be a girl in the mirror. Six years and one month ago he decided to start growing her hair out. Five years and nine months ago he used faceapp to see what she'd look like as a girl. Two years and ten months ago he worked up the courage to ask her friend to borrow a skirt, and did some math for a friend in exchange for thigh highs secretly sent to a friend's house to be collected covertly. Two years and four months ago he wore them around others for the first time at a furry convention. One year and four months ago they did it again. Ten months ago, they went out with a girl friend and bought an outfit she could actually wear out in public; eight months ago, they worked up the courage to actually do it at a park in Astoria, though far away from anyone they knew well. Seven months ago they put a large chunk of her savings towards laser. Six months ago she painted her nails for the first time and wore it to class; a week later she wore makeup and an androgynous top as well. Six months ago she also procured bra buds from a fellow transfem and wore them to a club meeting, to absolutely no odd reactions from any close friends. Five months ago she changed her public accounts' pronouns, and accidentally outed herself to her family. Four months ago she started an internship and took the trans flag off her bag; three months ago she put it back. One month ago she went shopping for a nice outfit with another girl friend. One week ago she took a friend out for his 21st and wore her dress to a bar just off the university she goes to, braving the judgement of her actual classmates.
In two months and three days, she will make a decision. The natural next step.
She is not ready. She is not out, she is not sure, she has not begun to live her life as her.
Time will tell.
she's out and she got HRT and she been microdosing it lol
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Jacket
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"This spot is perfect," you dropped into the beach chair next to Tomura. Everyone else had ran to go swimming in the ocean, but you wanted to wait a bit. "You sure you don't wanna swim?
"No thanks," he mumbled, eyes glued to his switch.
You frowned, moving closer to look at him. It was strange—Tomura's eye contact was usually intense, practically staring a hole through you. Ever since you got to the beach, though, he refused to look up from his screen. Maybe he was sick? He looked fine, though. Just a bit red from the heat.
You rummaged through your bag, pulling out a bottle. "You should put some sunscreen on."
His eyes darted between your face, the sunscreen you were waving, and then back down at his screen. "Why, I'm in the shade, aren't I?"
Tomura's had one condition for coming to the beach: He'd stay in one of the chairs under the beach umbrella, no getting into the ocean.
Dabi had called him a princess when he first brought it up. You had argued that if Tomura didn't want to swim, he didn't have to. You could all enjoy the beach in your own ways. Now, you were beginning to agree with Dabi. Sunscreen was a non-negotiable. "Even if you're in the shade, there's still UV hitting your skin."
"No."
You leaned closer to him, inspecting his skin. Somehow, he was more red now than he was a second ago. You needed to hurry, he was going to burn to a crisp at this rate. "Skin cancer, Tomura. Melonoma rattling around your cells."
"Ugh, fine." He swiped the bottle from your hand.
"Great," you smiled, settling back into your chair. You were about to open the book you brought, when Tomura's flailing caught your eye. "You good?"
"It's hard with only four fingers," he strained to reach his back. Streaks of sunscreen crossed his pale skin in every direction, the uneven application sure to leave him burnt.
"Do you want help?"
He froze, eyes wide, before he sighed. "Fine, just," he handed you the bottle, making room for you on the chair. "Get it over quickly."
"Okay," you moved behind him, legs spread so he could sit between. "Scoot closer so I can reach you."
Wordlessly, Tomura followed your instructions, scooting back until you could feel the fabric of his swim trunks against your thighs.
"There we go." You squirt some of the sunscreen on your hand, bending closer to his ear so he could hear you, "sorry if it's cold."
"Fuck," he hissed, arching his back as you ran your fingers down his the curve of his spine, over the plane of his shoulder muscles, and back down by his waistband.
"Relax, it's just me." You murmured into his ear, his blue hair tickling your nose. "Can you hold the sunscreen while I make sure it's all rubbed in?"
"Uh, yeah." He said, sounding weirdly out of breath. The heat was probably getting to him. Maybe you'd grab him a drink from the cooler in a second.
You took your time, making sure every freckle, mole, and scar was covered in an even layer. "Okay, all done!" You stood, patting his shoulder. "I can take the sunscreen back, I need to put more on my—" you paused, glancing down at him.
There was a clear tent in Tomura's swim trunks, cock straining against the material despite his efforts to hide it. "Don't look, it's just—"
You swallowed your surprise, feeling your face heat up. "You want help with that too?"
You were even more suprised by his answer. "Fuck. Yes—" he stood quickly, avoiding your gaze as he quickly stood and adjusted his trunks. He grasped your wrist with long fingers, marching in the direction of the bathrooms. "Let's go."
conGRADulations !!
these women did wonders for the “i’m single and i like it that way” community… i’m having a sexy ass life!
Tbh I'd be so scared to talk to the hanks then if that was actually real😔
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the reverse realization au? cuz as @demiseeee has posted, those take frat bro fake to the max with gaslighting to get you to objectify per skylar’s wishes and if you do it for them, then you’re objectified into clothespins! which is honestly one of the more worse objects to turn into it cuz you’re fragmented into pieces that can be easily misplaced… you run the risk of losing yourself piece by piece by skylar snatching them until they’re only one left and you’re left barely conscious…. it that’s okay cuz it makes it easier for the hanks to bring you along for adventures!
me in the RRAU cuz i would do stupid shit for the hanks