Some More Steamy Things - This Time Our All Time Favorite: Nanami. I Guess He's Not Used To Being Tied

pro hero deku and f!reader are married, adults, and are very perplexed at how one spandex suit can be so tight. divider by cafekitsune like usual xo

“Izuku,” you mutter from behind him, bracing one of your arms with your opposite hand as you try again to help zip him into the prototype for his newest and “safest suit ever” (as Hatsune claimed via phone call with the two of you last night) but the fabric simply has zero give where it stretches over his chest. “Baby, I think she must have sized this incorrectly.”

Your husband shakes his head, the slightly overgrown curls at the base of his neck swaying gently with the motion. You loosen your grip on the zipper pull, indentations left in your fingers from the grip you just had on the small piece of metal and reach up toward his neck and gently scratch at the hairs with your nails. He sighs contentedly in response.

“No, I sent her the measurements myself. I know they were correct.”

You hum, still gently stroking the base of his neck and resting your cheek against the defined and still exposed muscle of his back. Turning your face slightly, you place a kiss just below the center of his shoulder blades and he reaches around his back to rub your back.

“How does it look from the front?” You ask smoothly, the dulcet sound of your voice drawing your husband to pull away from you for a moment so brief you barely have time to miss him. You’re met with the front view of his suit, the fabric buckling across his now eye-level chest.

You sigh dreamily and he chuckles from above you, bringing his hands to your hips to press your body against his.

“You like it?”

A hum is your response, wrapping your arms around his waist and reaching for the zipper at the back to tug it down from its stuck position. Heat rises inside of you, your fingers gracing every divot, scar, and defined muscle as you tug it down lower and lower.

“I think we should re-take your measurements.”

The zipper finally reaches the bottom and you nearly sigh at the sight of Izuku stretching his arms above his head, the rest of the suit riding up and sinking into the definition of his stomach, his thighs, his bulge…

Izuku notices the little glimmer in your eyes as you look over him, every piece of him more essential to you than the last. He dips at the waist and finds your face easily, pressing his lips to yours and working his arms out of the suit and letting it rest halfway off around his waist.

“We can worry about that later, right?”

You hum against his lips and kiss him again, the promise of later something far from your mind.

Loved this movie!! 💗

Longing

◾ Being a single dad and a pro hero isn’t easy, but Bakugou manages. What he doesn’t have time for is dealing with you, his daughter’s teacher.

Bakugou x Fem!Reader »Pro Hero, Single Parent 

Warnings marked at the beginning of applicable chapters: angst, violence, 18+

◾ Chapter 1

◾ Chapter 2

◾ Chapter 3

◾ Chapter 4

◾ Chapter 4.5 

◾ Chapter 5 

◾ Chapter 6 

◾ Chapter 7

◾ Chapter 8

◾ Chapter 9

◾ Chapter 10

◾ Chapter 11

◾ Chapter 11.5 (18+)

◾ Chapter 11.75

◾ Chapter 12 

◾ Chapter 13

◾ Chapter 13.5

◾ Chapter 14

◾ Chapter 15

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being awoken by a young nanami please to get ready for a mission!

I love writing young Nanami but prefer to not write smut off of him underaged but I can totally see him as that dorky guy that all the girls secretly crush on hehe

(wc: 486)

You groan, rolling over in your sheets as the sound of gentle knocks upon your door. “5 more minutes.”

“We need to go,” a soft voice replies. You hear the footsteps that you knew all too well. Kento Nanami, your partner, best friend with occasional benefits. He was the stability you needed in life. He was rational, level-headed and focused on the task at hand. You weren’t sure why he kept you around this often, often slowing down the mission with your antics and stunts.

He watches your face of peaceful slumber, using a finger to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. “We’re going to get in trouble if we are late again.”

His voice was soft, never scolding or irritated. He truly cherished his partner. You were smart enough to know his tenderness came from a place that was different than just being his partner. He didn’t treat his other classmates like this. With you, it was different.

You didn’t want this life. You hated sorcery. But Nanami made it more bearable. Truthfully, you wouldn’t be alive if it wasn’t for your partner, always putting your needs above his.

“Come on, let’s go,” he groans, sliding his hands beneath your legs to lift you from your warm cocoon. You wrap your arms around his neck, nuzzling your face on his chest. His uniform smelled of his husky cologne, always so polished and put together, even as a teen. He smiles at the soft, sleepy whines that escape you. He was beginning to think you did this on purpose.

“Up you go,” he lifts you to your feet, using his larger hands to stabilize you by your waist.

You yawn, stretching your arms above your head as you finally blink your eyes awake. “Good morning,” you mumble.

“It’s 12 in the afternoon.”

“Eh,” you wave your hands as you open your drawers, searching for a clean uniform. He sits on your bed, watching as you pull your clothes out of your drawer and toss them onto the ground.

“You should start setting your clothes out the night before,” he says.

You turn your face to him with narrow eyes, “You can shut it.”

He chuckled, leaning backwards as you slid your shirt over your head. He was used to your sudden lack of clothing after the many mornings of him waking you up. It wasn’t like the two of you hadn’t spent many evenings after missions entangled in each other's limbs under the sheets.

Still, he watched with intent as you dressed in your uniform. You slid your skirt over your hips, searching for your bag in a hurry as you tossed it over your shoulder and dash out of the door.

“Ken, we’re gonna be late!” You shout down the hall.

He groans, peeling himself off of the couch to chase after you in his usual fashion, “You’re going to kill me, someday.”

#bringbackhooderen

i love bein on this app. dnt nobody know me. dnt nobody care what i be doin. peaceful

love me some aspiring dilf

★ Nanami Kento is on a dating app

★ Pairings : fem reader / Nanami Kento

★ Synopsis : Gojo and his students make Nanami a dating profile without him knowing. And he passes on all the profiles except yours, which catches his interest. So the two of you go on a dinner date and hit it off.

★ Content : fluff, humor

★ Warnings : 🔞 MDNI/18+, smutty/suggestive, light angst

"Okay, what else can we add?" Yuji asked.

"He's friends with the handsome Gojo Satoru." Gojo said, peering into the phone.

"—Friends with the handsome Gojo Satoru. Okay. Got it. How tall is Nanamin again? Gotta have height, it's important."

Gojo thought for a moment, "Six and a half feet."

"Okay! Aaand voilà; Nanami Kento is now online." Yuji finished up Nanami's profile.

Yuji and Gojo high-fived to celebrate their efforts.

Megumi looked up from his own phone, "He's gonna kill the both of you once he finds out about this. You know he's allergic to his phone."

"Hush, Megumi, you helped us commit this crime. You added the "bad at texting" part didn't you?" Gojo said.

"What — you added that!? I was just stating a fact, you idiots!" Megumi cringed.

What was the meaning of this? Well.

Yuji, Megumi and Gojo were worried about Nanami's recent gloom. He'd just called it quits with his wife a year ago, and only now was he really starting to feel the impact of heartbreak. Though he remained pretty stoic about it, Gojo picked up on his gloominess.

They decided that he needed to start dating again, to get out into the world and meet potential soulmates, so that maybe he could realize there are plenty of fish in the sea. Of course, none of them had been married. They didn't really understand that he couldn't just "go out and try again" after being married to someone for 5 years.

Gojo had come up with the idea of secretly making Nanami a profile on a dating app.

Oh boy, when Nanami found out...

"Satoru what the fu—"

"—You have sooo many requests just look through 'em at least! Promise me you'll go on at least one date, okay? ATTA BOY!"

"You're seriously annoying." Nanami sighed.

So he looked through the profiles of people who sent him requests. He frowned so intensely that frown lines formed on his aging skin.

He kept deleting request after request, barely paying more than two seconds of interest to the icons let alone the profiles. Nanami was thinking judgmentally about each profile.

Then his thumb stopped moving. He stared and paid attention to your icon when it showed up.

He read your profile.

YOU

Bio : I like reading. Dilf-enjoyer. Need a beach vacation that lasts the rest of my life. 🥲 My friends forced me to make a profile.

Then he looked at your profile icon closer, zooming in on your face. You weren't smiling in the picture.

Gojo peered over and opened his big mouth;

"Ah, not her — she looks like a party pooper with that kinda frown."

A frown. He accepted your request. Gojo seemed totally confused.

Your phone buzzed.

🔔 LOVEHIVE

↳ NANAMI KENTO ACCEPTED YOUR REQUEST

↳ 1 NEW MESSAGE FROM NANAMI KENTO

Kento : Hello. How are you. Sorry about the weird profile description. My annoying friend Gojo and his students made this profile without my knowledge.

You scrunch your face in confusion and laugh. You've just finished your nightly routine and stroked lotion on your freshly shaven legs when you receive this message from Nanami.

He waits, tapping his foot on the cold kitchen floor as he drinks a glass of wine — languidly and sophisticatedly.

You : haha it's no problem. why did you accept my request?

Kento : I don't know. I liked the fact you were frowning in your profile picture. It resonated with me.

You : 😂 oh thanks. love that

Kento : What about you? Why did you send me a request?

You : your description was a perfect match so my friend sent the request.

Kento : Same friend who made you make this profile?

You : yeah 😭 to be fair tho... we do match. we're practically made for each other.

Kento : Yup. "Aspiring dilf" and "dilf-enjoyer". Legendary romance in the making.

You and Nanami kept talking... huh. Go figure.

An hour and a half went by without Nanami even realizing — he was texting, something he genuinely hated doing and only ever did out of necessity for work. And usually he ignored messages from friends, especially that idiot Gojo.

But Nanami wandered around his penthouse, texting you, chuckling to himself and smiling at your texts until his dimples and smile lines showed up.

You : alright then. see you tomorrow at 5:30 pm yes? you can cancel if you change your mind or don't feel well.

Kento : Yes sure. Same to you. Don't feel pressured.

You both said goodnights... but then talked a little more.

Then another hour later, Nanami finally got into bed.

He slipped into the silky, satin sheets after completing his nightly routine. His was a little different to yours — he had no interest in skincare so that part was entirely neglected. You'd talked to him about your routine.

Nanami thought as he stared at the ceiling; maybe she can introduce me to some magic products that take away these dark circles.

Usually when he falls asleep, he thinks about all the problems in his life and all the pending, imminent work that he has to complete the next day. Even if it was the weekend coming, or a holiday, nothing cured his need to work. Gojo called him a workaholic, but that wasn't entirely true. Deep down, Nanami really just needed that big vacation.

And the date with you was like a type of vacation.

Now, listen, when he first saw you standing there waiting for him in the slight drizzle, his gentleman guilt ate him up.

"I'm so sorry. The traffic wouldn't budge." he apologized immediately. "Get inside, you'll get sick."

This man was by far the biggest gentleman you'd ever met. Before even saying hello, he already showed care by steering you out of the rain.

You sat across from him, and easing into the conversation was awkward — because he tried to break the ice by asking you which books you enjoyed reading, and you replied honestly.

"I uh... so do you know this app?" you pulled out your phone, giggling, "I read on here. Usually smut."

"What's smut?" he asked.

You burst out laughing, thinking it was the funniest thing in the world to tell this to someone you'd just met. He got your humor, although it confused him — what's smut? You didn't explain. He figured it out for himself.

Well, the ice was certainly broken.

The two of you talked over a bottle of wine. The night deepened. You felt a bit out of place in this fancy restaurant. No other men had taken you to such an exquisite place before.

"What music do you listen to?" you asked conversationally.

"Uh," he thought for a moment, "Lots of Billie Holiday. Does that make me sound like an old man?" he chuckled awkwardly.

"Not at all." you replied.

"I just like relaxing to that music." he said.

"What else? Any music that isn't from the dinosaur age?" you asked.

There's a slightly flirty edge in your voice that he picks up on. He doesn't know what to do. He tries to sound flirty back.

"Hey now don't be rude... I'm still in my twenties."

"In your twenties... and you enjoy dinosaur music." you teased.

You pulled out his first smile of the night. His smile lines and subtle dimples showed up.

He got the hang of flirting. It had been a while, so it took some easing into. He hadn't been romantic since... well. You know.

"So, you're divorced?" you asked sensitively.

"Yeah. Have been for a year now." he nods.

He started circling his thumb on the rim of his wine glass. He couldn't meet your gaze — your eyes made him feel entranced.

"Do you mind if I pry?" you asked. "I just want to know why it didn't work out. I mean, personally, I'm scared of marriage and I don't think I'll ever tie the knot with anyone."

Nanami chuckled, "Scared of marriage? I understand. If I could offer you any advice for getting ready to marry... I'd say choose your men like you'd choose wine." he advised.

Then he continued, "Anyways, she cheated on me. I mean, I saw it coming and I could have ended it sooner so I don't know why I held on for so long and talked it out with her. I think I just wanted to believe that the one I loved wasn't a bad person. But she was."

"Oh. That's heavy. Are you doing okay?" you asked.

Nanami finally looked up at you and made lingering eye contact.

"Nothing wine can't fix — kidding. I'm doing my best. I mean, truthfully, if it weren't for my work to keep me busy I think I'd just sulk around the house in my slippers." he said.

"You shouldn't sulk in your slippers, you should sink your feet into sand." you said. "Get that vacation in Malaysia."

His mouth spread into a dimply smile at this.

"Well, if I go on vacation, I feel it would be right to bring you with. As attractive as you look with a frow, I'd like to see you smiling." he said.

Your cheeks warmed up. "Gee, I'd love to go on a vacation with you... but I've only just met you. What if you're a serial killer?"

He chuckled, "I work a nine to five job and listen to Billie Holiday. Does that spell "serial killer" to you?" he asked rhetorically.

"Maybe." you joked, "I'm sure lots of serial killers work nine to five jobs and listen to Billie Holiday."

He laughed again. You admired his dimples. Suddenly, you remembered something funny about his profile.

"So, what about that "aspiring dilf" part of your bio?" you asked humorously.

"Oh, are you intrigued by that?" he flirted, "I'm sure it was my friend Gojo who added that. I swear, I mentioned to him just once that I wanted to have a family, and he interpreted me as an... "aspiring dilf"."

Your lips curled into a smirking smile that made Nanami's stomach muscles tense up.

"Well if it counts, I like the process of baby making. Don't know about having a huge family, though." you said.

Nanami blinked and became completely flustered by what you had said. He was taking a sip of wine and nearly choked on it.

"Good to know." he replied. "Can't say I feel the same about the process of baby making, though."

"Why is that?" you asked.

You and Nanami talked about sex over dessert. He distractedly nibbled on his tiramisu.

"... my first times for everything were really awkward. Not bad. Just jarringly awkward. And then with my wife, she seemed a bit disappointed in me for not being sexually inclined. Probably part of the reason she went off with my co-worker, you know."

You listened to him, and he was thrilled to feel so at ease. It was just the first date and yet he could be so raw with you.

"Well, my first time was awful." you reminisced, then went on to talk about your first times.

Nanami nodded slowly, then spoke up, "Maybe you just needed a more experienced man to take care of you properly."

You squeezed your thighs together tighter and felt your skin flush hot.

"Maybe. Do you know a guy?" you joked flirtatiously.

Nanami smiled bashfully. "Sorry, I didn't mean to be too forward there."

"Not at all. I'd love to try with an experienced man who knows how to treat me right." you murmured.

You leaned over the table, looking up into his eyes.

Nanami reciprocated your sultriness. His heart was beating faster, and he stopped eating his tiramisu.

"... how do you want to be treated?" he asked.

"... well, I'd love a strong gentleman to grab me by the hair... and give me his babies."

Nanami's breath hitched. He had a tent forming in his pants, his cock was squished against his inner thigh getting longer as it got harder.

"... I think I can do that." he replied breathlessly.

He felt a small shiver when you brought your hand up to his cheek to caress it. Just that small touch sparked so much inside him.

By the time he paid the bill, his boner was calming down. But when you said goodbye to him and caught your taxi, you did something that made his cock stiffen again.

You got on your tiptoes and planted an appreciative kiss on his dimple.

"Thank you for showing me a good time." you murmured into his ear.

He swallowed hard, "Of course... thank you for being good company."

"Mhm. Look forward to keeping you company again."

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cr: ushy_gushyy

tw ! dubcon + free use.

there is just something so crazy about kirishima and free use…

…him being able to lift you up and down on his cock whenever he wants because he’s impatient. going from coaxing you into riding him in the middle of his agency after a shift to grabbing your hips and controlling their pace cause he thinks you’re going too slow, you’re too shy, you’re not taking enough of him at once. he doesn’t take over because you’re tired.

its because eijirou kirishima is used to getting everything he wants with just a sweet smile or a lazy grin. he always, always has his wishes come true.

he doesn’t care that you’re fucked out and slumped, arms loosely wrapped around his shoulders while he pumps you full of another load. the third load. you can take it. he’ll make you take it. the base of kirishima’s girthy, meaty cock is coated in a thick layer of cream — the result of your stringy release foaming around him with each thrust. it slings between your bodies, smears over your clit every time your bodies connect and you cry out because you’re so overstimulated and kirishima won’t stop using you.

his pretty baby, his perfect fuckdoll. if you needed him to stop, you’d tell him. but your brain fizzles with such an intense level of desire that all you can do is wail and whine as the man uses all of his strength to plunge deep into your pulsating walls — making sure whatever he has to give you, sticks.

kirishima wants you messy wherever possible, whenever possible. even if he has to do all of the hard work himself, even if it makes you cry from those angel eyes as they blink up at him weakly, even if he has to coo a little praise into your ear “that’s it sweet thing, just a little more f’me. let it all out, cover me in it. s’pretty,” just to get you to cum and clench around him, milk his heavy cock until there’s nothing left.

and you’ll let him do it all, because eijirou’s got you trained to adore being used by him — it’s written all over your dopey face and in the hearts that sparkle in your teary eyes <3

꒰ end. — all rights reserved © tteokdoroki 2024. do not copy, repost, translate, feed into ai & recommend elsewhere.

“Shut the fuck up.” His rough voice rasped in your ear. Hips slamming on your denim mini skirt covered hips. “P-please, s-so sorry daddy.” You cry as he spreads your pink lacy panties across your ass cheeks, he looks down at your squelching wet pussy engulfing his fat veiny dick. “Loud ass pussy, just like that loud ass mouth huh?” He moves back down so his chest was on your naked back.

“H-hnnn t-toji p-pleasuuuhhh.” You bit your pouty bottom lip, drool slipping pass your chin and your eyes water up. His rough hands grip your curls on your head and shoves your face first in the mattress. “Let me tell your pretty ass to shut the fuck up again and I’m gaggin ya’. you hear me?” You nod in the sheets, crying and moaning all over the place.

This all because you were too spoiled :(

All because toji gives you everything you want and you’re just a greedy thing.

And you just don’t listen, you never listen.

“Wa-want you babies. f-fuck daddy. W-want you to make me a mommy. pleasepleasepleaseplease”

You were fucked out and dumb.

His hips got sloppy, digging in your pussy so much. Fucking up against your pleasure spots. “S-shit, fucked out huh p-pretty girl. Sayin you want my babies.” He groans, leaning back against your thighs so he spread your cheeks open wildly, spitting on your pussy hole that was already spread from his dick.

“Gonna cum baby, just like you wanted. U can get anything. F-fuck.”

Your hips grind against him, moaning at the thought of he hot cum flooding your slutty pussy.

Just as a hot spurt of cum enters you, your pussy squirts all over your pretty bed covers. “Hmmm hnn d-daddy.” You cry, face all sloppy.

“That’s it, dirty girl.”