If Accepted For MHA : Ibara Shiozaki X Plantmancer Quirk! Male Reader. Reader’s Parents Were Killed

sighhh 🚬

i just met ur boy sae and he looks like a little victorian boy that i want to throw across the room omg y is he so princess

he is so ughhhhh so pretty like plsssss!!!!! hes lwk a bit weird looking in the first few manga panels of him butttt i promise he looks sm better later on like RAHHHHH

^ for reference this is that same introduction scene in the anime (they went off how he's drawn in the later arcs)

Reblog to let prev know their presence is wanted

L.O.V.E

🎮 tomura shigaraki x fem!reader smau

a strangers/online friends to lovers university au

masterlist / nighttime call w shigs / a day with tomu

checkpoint;

nighttime call w shigs

cw; none, just a scene between shigs and reader that showcases their dynamic a bit, not a specified point on the timeline, counts as a behind the scenes, no spoilers to the canon plot, written portion under the texts

“hello?” you answer the call with a hushed tone, aware that keigo is asleep down the hall.

“hey flowey, you doing alright?” shigs’ own deep voice comes through the speaker, raspy as if he hasn’t used it in a few hours.

“not really, just feeling kind of down i guess. i don’t know what it is.” you shrug even if he can’t see you.

“yea i know. you wanna talk or just sit in silence for a while?” his voice makes you sleepy and you aren’t ready for that yet.

“can we sit in silence for a bit?” you reposition your body so you’re lying comfortably on your side, your phone plugged in and resting on the pillow next to your head.

“you just want to listen to the sound of my breathing, don't you freak?” his attempt at cheering you up makes you smile softly.

“no, i’m just not ready to talk yet.” you laugh lightly and hear a faint chuckle from him.

“alright, we can do silence, just talk when you’re ready.” at his answer you both fall into a comfortable silence, listening to the sound of each other’s breathing.

every few minutes, shigs breathing shifts and you wonder if he’s managed to fall asleep. the light outside is still dark but as the time on your phone strikes 6:30am, you know the sun will be rising soon.

“you still awake?” the softness of his voice startles you and you blink your eyes open with a hum.

“yea, can’t sleep still.” you snuggle deeper into the blankets hoping the warmth will lull you to sleep.

“can i ask you something?” you hear him shuffling for a bit before a switch clicks and a faint ‘suck my dick spinner’ sounds somewhere in the background and he sighs deeply.

“yea, go ahead and was that your roommates?” you hold back a giggle as he lets out another sigh when the words from before are followed by ‘fuck you too dabi’.

“why don’t you show your face on stream?” his words make you pause, a memory flashing quickly in your mind before hiding away again.

“why don’t you?” you counter strike and his laughs.

“fair point.” you can hear his pc booting up and your brows furrow together.

“are you not planning on sleeping at all?” you whisper as you hear keigo’s door open and shut.

“probably not if those two are up, i’ll be okay though. i might just stream for a while until i get tired enough to sleep.” you think he opens an energy drink if the cracking and fizzing sound is anything to go by.

“will you stay on the phone with me?” it’s a soft plea, one that has his breath catching in his throat as the words leave your lips.

“yeah, i’ll stay on the phone with you. i’ll be on mute though.” he explains, you hum in agreement and sink further into your pillows.

“but seriously, why not at least show me?” he brings the conversation back to the topic you were trying to avoid, you both hate and love how easily he reads you.

“i don’t know shigs, i get anxious i guess. that people will judge me, and i know i shouldn’t care about that but i do. what if they think i’m ugly?” you sigh and it’s quiet on his end for enough time to make you feel anxious.

“do you think i would judge you?” he finally speaks up, his keyboard clicking in the background.

“well no but,” you pause trying to find the right words, “i’m just scared i’m not pretty enough.” you finally say before yawning slightly. the line goes quiet again, and your nerves spike once more.

“if your face is half as pretty as your voice is then you have nothing to be afraid of.” his words reach your ears with a heaviness you didn’t know whispers could possess.

and as your eyes finally flutter close to embrace the sleep that evaded you, heat flames your cheeks and you find yourself smiling brightly.

“thank you shigs.” you hear his throat vibrate with a hum in acknowledgment.

“goodnight flowey.”

a dreamless sleep consumes you right as the sun crests over the horizon, welcoming the start of a new day.

checkpoint; nighttime call w shigs, data saved!

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coffee

— parings: todoroki touya x reader

— notes: mature language

— synopsis: when you’ve never given your barista your actual name, so you make a mini game out of it

the shit kenzie says when i give her subscriber privileges and exclusive first looks at the new chapters (middle two are blacked out cause of spoilers)

mutuals i am politely asking you what color i remind you of

❦︎.ᐟ more than a dance

.ᐟcw: stripper!reader, lap dance, light mirror play, fingering

"𝐻𝑒𝑦, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐼 𝑎𝑖𝑛'𝑡 𝑘𝑖𝑛 𝑡𝑜 𝑊𝑎𝑦𝑛𝑒, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑚𝑦 𝑚𝑎𝑚𝑎𝑐𝑖𝑡𝑎, ℎ𝑒𝑦 (𝑚𝑎𝑚𝑎𝑐𝑖𝑡𝑎, 𝑚𝑎𝑚𝑎𝑐𝑖𝑡𝑎, 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡? 𝑊ℎ𝑎𝑡?)" - 𝑚𝑎𝑚𝑎𝑐𝑖𝑡𝑎 𝑏𝑦 𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝑐𝑜𝑡𝑡

ᵎᵎ🍒⋅˚✮

You’ve seen your fair share of men. But sae itoshi? He’s on another level of cold, collected, and disinterested, a regular now. Always comes at the same time on the same days. Watches your dance for the night and books you right after.

He’s considered somewhat of a VIP guest, so you had no choice but to dance for him. Not that you minded, considering the amount he paid.

He always sits in the same seat, center couch in the dim VIP lounge. Legs spread, hand curled lazily around a glass of something expensive. Dark green eyes watching you—every sway of your hips, every time you drop to your knees for the crowd and let your tongue skim your bottom lip.

Sometimes you think he’s getting bored of you. That was until now.

Your set ends and you walk off the stage, getting stopped by your manager. “He wants you. Again. VIP private room 013.” your manager says, tilting his head in the direction sae went.

“Sae?”

“Yeah, he said to hurry” You nodded, going backstage to freshen up before walking towards the room. Heels clicking against the floor.

You push the door open—dim lights, a velvet couch, mirror wall behind it, and him.

Sae’s already seated, legs spread again, head tilted slightly. Eyes dark and unreadable as ever.

“Took you long enough” swishing the glass of whatever around, staring you down as you walk up to him. Placing your hands on either side of his face and climbing onto his lap.

“You don’t talk much. Thought you’d like some silence, you know?” you tease, whispering against his ear. The almost deafening music in the background only adds to the tension under neon lights.

His hand curls around your waist instantly—tighter than expected. His voice is low.

“Don’t get too comfortable.”

You start slow, hips rocking as your fingers trace the collar of his shirt. Your lips graze his ear when you mumble, “Still pretending you don’t like this?” Sae scoffs softly, that condescending smirk breaking through. His hand cups your ass, pulling you down flush.

“You think you're in control just because you’re on top?” he murmurs. “Cute.”

Then his hips buck. You dig your nails into his shoulder. Fuck, he’s already hard? He definetly been holding back.

“Ride. i never said you could stop” You roll your hips, the friction driving heat straight between your thighs, but it’s not enough. He doesn’t even move—just lets you grind yourself against him until you're panting, staring at him through your lashes.

You flinch as his hands move away from your waist towards your inner thighs. His knuckles brushing over the soaked fabric of your thong. A mean smirk tugging at his lips.

“You’re soaked” he tilts his head, knowing damn well he’s the one who’s in control right now. “Just from a dance?” you looked down, prying your eyes away from his menacing glare. Staring at his large hand resting between your bodies. Face flushed a deep shade of red. Thank god for the neon lights which masked your blushing face.

You look at him with a pout, wanting to say something back but he’s already pushing the fabric aside, back of his fingers rubbing against your folds. Torturously slow. Your body spontaneously grinds up against his fingers.

“So fucking desperate.” he laughs, clearly degrading you. “Desperate for me, isn’t that right?”

“Fuck- sae-” you gasped, 2 of his fingers invading you. Your soft walls clench around the thick digits. His fingers get meaner, deeper.

“Say it.” he repeats, thumb pressing against your clit. You bit down on your plump lower lip, nodding.

“Words, yn. Words.” the words come out rough, like an order. “And look in the mirror while you say it”

Your pussy throbs at his words. You look behind him, eyes coming in contact with yourself. Your cheeks flushed red, lips parted.

“I.. i’m needy for you” The words tasted bitter on your tongue, especially while watching yourself say it. It’s like he was forcing you to lose all self-respect.

“I don’t need your stripper act anymore, yn” he says, curling his fingers up, making your stomach clench, your nails dig into his shoulders.

“Then what do you need?” he smirks at your breathy, moan-like words.

“You to cum all over my lap and fingers” you let out a high pitched moan, his fingers pushing in deeper, your gummy walls swallowing him up, keeping them warm in your cunt. “And to make sure everyone out there can hear who you belong to”

Those were more than words. They were a promise. Your hips tremble against his lap.

“Ride.” he repeats from earlier. You grinded down on his fingers, rolling your hips as tension coils in your stomach, your thighs clamping around the side of his. One last curl of his fingers, thumb applying gentle pressure on your clit while he circles it and you finish around them, you choke his fingers, knees digging into the sofa. It’s like your entire body shook from that orgasm. You scream his name against his shoulder, shameful but sweet. Your body rocks forward, head buried in his neck as you ride it out, pulse pounding in your ears. He doesn’t move. Doesn’t rush you. Arousal dripping down his longer fingers, past his knuckles, dripping onto the couch beneath him.

“God, look at yourself” he muses, your eyes flickering up to your reflection in the mirror making you drop your head onto his shoulder. The strong scent of cologne coming from his suit puts you in a daze.

“Do you have no manners?” his words catch you off guard, you look at him confused.

“Sorry?”

“What’re you supposed to say when someone does something for you?” you didn’t know what he was talking about. Until it hit you. He wanted you to thank him for letting you ride his fingers. Oh wow, what a jerk. A hot one.

You hate how fast you obey, looking down at his lips.

“Thank you, sae” you said quietly, voice shaking. Maybe from embarrassment or maybe from finishing so hard around him.

He lets out a pleased hum, finally pulling his fingers out leaving you empty and cold. He fixes your thong, not that it changes much.

He takes his fingers pressing them against your lips. You part them, taking them into your mouth, tongue swirling around them, cleaning them up real good.

“Good girl”

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