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“Hey Inko, you like stories and stuff, right?” Mitsuki asked, slinging an arm over Inko’s shoulder.
Inko jumped at the sudden contact, not expecting her classmate to accost her as they made their way through the school lunch line. “Uh, sure.”
Stories were comfortable for Inko; an adventure without having to ever take a real risk. She could bury her nose in a book, go to a new world, and forget how awkward and friendless she was for a few hours. Sometimes, when she was feeling truly ambitious, she even dared to pen some stories of her own. Big magical dreams where mousy teenage girls unlock some special power and change the world.
Since Mitsuki had transferred to her school, Inko had gotten less time to read and write at school, but when she was at home she spent almost every moment outside of studying and eating in a book or writing out her stories.
“Have you heard of the Hero Imagination Archive?” Mitsuki asked.
“Huh?”
She leaned forward, pulling up her phone. “Let me send you something crazy…”
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| Archive Warning: | No Archive Warnings Apply | |
| Category: | M/M | |
| Tags: | All Might/Endeavor, Hate sex, Crack, Smut, Frotting, Crying During Sex | |
| Stats: | Words: 3,603 Chapters: 1/1 |
The Arsonist’s Reprise
catmanrises
Summary:
Endeavor finally confronts All Might about the one night stand that All Might has been pretending didn’t happen. By the end of this though, Endeavor is going to have to apologize.
Notes:
Did u guys see that interview with Endeavor where All Might ended up leaning in and stealing the spotlight??? Endeavor’s glare was melting <3 <3 <3 I knew I had to write this when I saw that.
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The confines of the closet were so tight that Endeavor’s sweat dripped onto All Might. Their legs were pressed up against each other so Endeavor could feel All Might’s hardness swell.
“So? Are you still going to pretend it didn’t happen?” Endeavor challenged.
The taller hero blinked at him like the clueless idiot he was. “Pretend?”
“The way you talked to those reporters and brushed past me, you really think I wouldn’t notice? You’ve been avoiding me all night. Did you hate it that much?”
The answer was pressed against Endeavor’s thigh, but he still had doubts. There hadn’t been a single call or text since that night, even though he knew All Might had his number. Angry again, he jerked his leg up, making All Might gasp from the pressure.
“Or is the number one hero too busy to even think about the man he made a drunken mistake with?”
The blond hero whined. “E-Endeavor, how could you think that? I was simply trying to be discreet. In fact, I thought you thought you made a mistake, and that’s why you never contacted me afterwards.”
“It was a mistake. I hate you.”
“And yet, you’re here with me again.”
Endeavor steamed. He couldn’t deny it, the fact that after their torrid drunken affair he had been fantasizing every night, and seeing his rival again had stoked him so fiercely that he hadn’t been able to resist dragging All Might into this closet.
All Might’s hands went down to the fiery hero’s waistband. “You say you hate me, but… your body tells a different story.”
He pulled out his hot, thick, leaking member. Already, Endeavor was helpless, but he refused to fall more behind his rival than he already was. He grabbed at All Might’s waistband and forced out the hot rod that had been trying to break his pants.
They pressed them together, and Endeavor seethed as he noted All Might’s was longer. Even in this, he was number one.
That frustratingly dashing hero leaned to speak right into Endeavor’s ear. “Let’s have a reprise, since you’re so desperate for me. If you think you can handle it?”
Endeavor’s heart pounded, remembering just how thoroughly All Might had wrecked him last time, but he would never back down from a challenge. “I can handle anything.”
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“So?” Mitsuki prodded her the next day. “Did you like it?”
Inko swallowed hard. “W-why did you send me that?”
“It’s entertaining, isn’t it? Imagining something like that between two big heroes. Not to mention exciting.”
Exciting was an understatement. Inko had spent all night running over the events of the story in her head, heart pounding and legs shifting uncomfortably as she recalled how Endeavor had shoved All Might into a closet, and how All Might had gasped and pulled at him, and then when he put Endeavor in his place…
“You’re blushing!” Mitsuki exclaimed, “You definitely liked it!”
How could Mitsuki talk so casually about this? Hopefully no one was listening. When Mitsuki transferred in, she had been friends with some of the other girls in class, but then had a big fight that ostracized her to the point that she was hanging out with an awkward girl like Inko. Though Inko felt bad for Mitsuki, it meant that people usually avoided their desks during lunch, and hopefully no one would hear the details of their discussion.
Still, Inko might combust if Mitsuki tried to go into more detail. “I did not like it,” Inko hissed, “where did you learn about something so… so…”
“Funny?”
Scandalous, Inko wanted to say, but held her tongue in case a teacher heard and started asking questions.
“I was bored and searched up ‘Endeavor lemons’.”
Inko frowned. “Lemons?”
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Old Flames by catmanrises
Fandoms: Hero Imagination Archive
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No Archive Warnings Apply, All Might/Endeavor, Tender Sex, Temperature Play, Drinking, Anal Sex, Don’t try this at homeSummary
Endeavor is tired of pretending he’s not looking at All Might’s ass every time he jumps through the sky. A drunken night at the Hero’s Gala culminates in Endeavor finally confessing his feelings.
- Words: 3,111
- Chapters:
- 1/1
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The Fire In Me Burned Brighter Than The Fire Around Me by catmanrises
Fandoms: Hero Imagination Archive
Tags
No Archive Warnings Apply, All Might/Endeavor, High School AU, Wrestling AU, Misunderstandings, Pining, Angst, Humor, Fake Dating, Enemies to LoversSummary
All Might and Endeavor are on the same high school wrestling team, rivals and perhaps… something more?
- Words: 175,003
- Chapters:
- 32/32
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Bang bang endeavor gets fucked to hell and back by Ectoplasmologist
Fandoms: Hero Imagination Archive
Tags
No Archive Warnings Apply, All Might/Endeavor, Crack, anal sex, Bottom Endeavor, Top All Might, Oil as LubeSummary
What it says on the tin lol. I’m shameless. Don’t like don’t read.
- Words: 1,982
- Chapters:
- 1/1
Their graduation ceremony went on for so long that even Inko was getting antsy. Speech after speech dragging on and on. Worst of all, she forgot to silence her phone, so she could feel every phone notification. There weren’t a ton, but by instinct she ended up pulling it out to peek at what was going on.
✉ Email • [email protected] • 2:31pm
Hero Imagination Archive
[HIA] RanMan posted Chapter 30 of Goodbye My American Boy
She put her phone back down quickly, ignoring the urge to click and catch up after the cliffhanger of chapter 29. Hopefully no one noticed. She glanced up to see her teacher glaring, and she was certain she was going to be punished for being so disrespectful on graduation of all days—
An explosion sounded, a villain smashing into the building.
The ensuing chaos left Inko’s head spinning. Mitsuki had grabbed her hand and helped her out, but with the crush of the crowd rushing for the emergency exit, they had been squeezed apart and Inko was lost in a sea of people.
When she finally escaped out the other side, she had to pause and take a moment to catch her breath. She fell to her knees in the grass outside the school, trying to breathe in deep. After a minute, she finally looked up to see where the rest of her classmates ended up.
And saw a villain launching towards her, a huge scythe in hand, ready to cut Inko in half.
Inko ducked desperately, but instead of a whoosh of air above her, a gunshot rang out.
When she gained the courage to look up, she saw the back of a tall woman, purple hair with pink highlights done up in a ponytail and blowing with the wind. Her arm was bent back so her elbow pointed at the villain, and as she tilted her angle it was made clear a gun was in there.
The villain was bleeding from the arm they had been holding their weapon in, and after a moment they were grabbed by another hero.
The hero with the elbow gun turned towards Inko. The sun shone from behind her, highlighting the rim of her cheek, the edges of her hair. Her lips quirked up, and she straightened her arm. The weapon disappeared, and in its place was a hand extending down towards Inko.
“Are you alright?” She asked.
Inko’s throat had stopped working. All she could do was nod, then take the offered hand. She tried not to overthink how surprisingly soft the palms were. Heroes were so often rough, this hero had literally shot someone, but she was so gentle with Inko.
Once Inko was standing, the hero smiled again and turned away. “Stay safe,” she told Inko.
Inko was unable to tear her eyes away until she disappeared behind a building.
There were almost no fics about Lady Nagant. There were two fics by one author, but both shipped her with some random male villain, which wasn’t really Inko’s cup of tea.
She was such a cool hero, it made no sense that she didn’t have at least a dozen fics of civilians shipping themselves with her. Why were her fans slacking?
…Wasn’t Inko a fan?
Hesitant, Inko navigated the Hero Imagination Archive website to get to the “Post New Work” tab. She stared at the various fields and the large empty text box where a fic would go.
Inko took a deep breath, and began typing.
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| Archive Warning: | No Archive Warnings Apply | |
| Category: | F/F | |
| Tags: | Civilian OC/Lady Nagant, Meet-cute, Villain Attack, Pining, Crush | |
| Stats: | Words: 1,302 Chapters: 1/1 |
Shot through the heart, and you’re to blame
InkyGreenHeart
Summary:
A surprise villain attack sends Minko into danger… but what’s this? A beautiful hero has come to her aid. What happens next?
Notes:
This is my first fic, please be gentle! I just think Lady Nagant is so lovely, she deserves a hundred fics! Even if mine isn’t very good, I’d still like to express my feelings.
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This was cuuuuuute i really liked the kiss. u got yummy detailed!!! have u ever thought of writing a lemon?
Thank you! I haven’t written a lemon before, but if you really think it’d be fun… I could try?
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| Archive Warning: | No Archive Warnings Apply | |
| Category: | F/F | |
| Tags: | Civilian OC/Lady Nagant, Drinking, Established Relationship, Fluff and Smut, First Time | |
| Stats: | Words: 1,119 Chapters: 1/1 |
One last shot
InkyGreenHeart
Summary:
Minko and Lady Nagant have been dating a few months, and she’s happy… but wants to take the next step! Will she be able to get further with Lady Nagant on their date tonight?
Notes:
Someone requested I write a ‘lemon’, so here’s my attempt ahaha… please don’t laugh, I did my best.
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lol author do u understand how drinking works? 10 drinks in one hour would probably kill even Lady Nagant
Thank you for the feedback, I’ll edit that… what’s a reasonable number?
uhhh probably like 2-3 drinks with the level of drunkenness u show her at
you take requests??? Could you write a spicy Lady Nagat/Gunhead??? I feel like theyd get along bc of their quirks but Ive never seen anyone write it but you seem like you get Lady Nagant so I think youd be good at it
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| Archive Warning: | No Archive Warnings Apply | |
| Category: | F/M | |
| Tags: | Gunhead/Lady Nagant, Lust quirk, Rough sex, Happy ending | |
| Stats: | Words: 1,031 Chapters: 1/1 |
Cupid’s Gun
InkyGreenHeart
Summary:
Though Gunhead and Lady Nagant have always admired each other, both are too afraid to express their feelings. When a villain attack ends up hitting them both with a mysterious quirk, they finally have to face the tension that’s been simmering between them.
Notes:
Thanks for the request, here’s my take on Gunhead/Lady Nagant
Something shook Inko’s shoulder, waking her out of her dream. She lifted her head off the table with bleary eyes.
“Lecture finished,” Mitsuki told her, “and you look like shit.”
Inko sighed. “Sorry, sorry, I’ve been busy.”
“Too busy to sleep?”
As Mitsuki got up, Inko remembered she needed to get up as well. This class was over, but another would trickle in over the next few minutes. Mitsuki and Inko usually got lunch during the next hour, before Mitsuki had to go to Fabrics 101 and Inko had to attend her Intro to Journalism class.
“I got a request last night,” Inko told her, “it was so juicy—Backdraft and Endeavor. Can you imagine it? Endeavor being afraid of losing control in the throes of passion only to be soaked by Backdraft’s quirk the moment his fire gets dangerous, meaning Endeavor can finally let go of all his shackles and just feel —”
“Did you stay up all night writing again?”
She bit her lip. “I got five thousand words out of it. I’m going to edit and post after classes.”
“Don’t you have work after?”
The convenience store. “...I’ll do it after that then.”
“Even though you’re evening shift? It’ll be ten-thirty P.M. by then. Plus you gotta walk back to your dorm.”
“...I’ll stay up a little later, it’s fine.”
“Even though you got no sleep last night? And you have a seven A.M. class?”
“It’s cruel they make so many core classes that early.”
“Face it, Inko, this isn’t sustainable. It’s only been a few months, and you’re already falling asleep during lectures. School, work, and writing… something has to go.”
Inko stewed silently, unable to deny that she was run ragged. Mitsuki was polite enough not to comment, but Inko had been losing weight too. The bones in her wrists jutted out in a new way that jumpscared her whenever she looked down at herself typing on her keyboard. She was good at having lunch with Mitsuki most days in between classes, but she slept so late she never had time to catch breakfast. At work at least she usually purchased a bento during her break, but on her free nights she would start writing and forget all about that pesky dinner thing.
“I can handle it,” Inko assured her friend, “I’ll just… I’ll sleep less. That’s optional.”
“It’s not optional.”
By now they had each grabbed a tray from their dining hall, and Mitsuki had slipped an extra cookie onto Inko’s. They found a table to sit and eat.
Mitsuki spoke through chews. “I hate to say it, but the one thing that’s really optional… that’s writing, isn’t it?”
She paled. “It’s not.”
Mitsuki’s lip curled. “Fine, you can just work yourself to death then. Don’t mind me, I guess I just get to watch you waste away into nothing. No more best friend for me, I guess.”
When Mitsuki turned to the side to aggressively chew her lunch and not say anything, Inko knew she was really pissed.
After a minute or two of silence, Inko cloyed, “Come on, Mitsuki, it’ll be fine. I’ll figure it out.”
“The answer’s obvious,” Mitsuki said without looking at her. “You need to take a break from writing.”
Spoken as though it was something that could be escaped, and not a torrential flurry of inspiration and desire that barreled through every attempt to pull back or close her laptop before midnight.
When Mitsuki started giving the silent treatment again, Inko decided Mitsuki deserved an explanation. “Mitsuki, it’s… it’s not so simple. I can’t just stop. Since I’ve started writing hero fic, it’s been like… I feel like I am something, you know? You know me, I’m not much out here, even at college I’m so painfully average, and nobody aside from you really cares what I do, you know? ”
She wished she could type it out instead of stumbling through the words via her mouth. How could she find so many ways to write dialogue, yet when speaking to her own friend she was a mess?
“But on the Hero Imagination Archive… those stories I write, they touch people. I get to be creative and feel like I’m actually reaching someone, and when someone makes a request of me, I can’t help… those are my fans you know? They’re so excited to see what I might write, I have to respond, don’t I? I can’t bear to ignore them.”
Mitsuki didn’t look at her.
“Don’t make me drop something that has so much meaning,” Inko emphasized.
After another few painful moments, Mitsuki sighed. “Still, I have meaning too, don’t I? And you can’t ignore reality forever.”
Inko bristled. “I’ll figure out a balance somehow.”
Finally, Mitsuki was looking at her again, leaning over the table. “No, let’s figure this out now. We need a plan. Let’s say we don’t cut the writing. What else can we drop? You wanna drop out of school?”
“No! Of course not, I worked so hard to get here.”
“So what about work then?”
“I can’t afford school if I don’t work too.”
Mitsuki hummed. “...So you still want to write, go to school, and make money.”
“I have to,” she insisted.
“So how about this: you replace the work with writing.”
Inko frowned. “I told you, I can’t. I’ve got bills to pay.”
“Not just any writing, paid writing. Commissions.”
Inko blinked at her.
She pulled out the phone and leaned over the table. “I’ve seen it before, there’s a big smut author I like who takes requests on social media ‘with donations’. Some others have a couple of stories going, and choose what to work on next based on votes via money. I’m sure you could find a system that allows you to make some of your writing time also money-making time. Then you could cut back hours at work. Plus hopefully then you won’t get as many requests, and won’t feel as much pressure.”
“I… guess that could work?”
Inko squinted at the social media account and the commission details laid out in their pinned post. She didn’t like the idea of making her writing a paid thing, but she really needed the money… and it’s not like she was paywalling her writing, she was just setting up a prioritization system as to what she would write…
“Let me look into this,” Inko said.
InkyGreenHeart
@inkygreenheart
Hello all! Thank you for following me and my stories. I love writing, but due to school I need to slow down and prioritize things that can help me pay my bills. I still want to write, so in the image below you can see some of my commission rates, feel free to DM if you want to discuss details…
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| Archive Warning: | No Archive Warnings Apply | |
| Category: | F/M | |
| Tags: | All Might/Civilian Reader, Female Reader, Meet-cute, Reader-insert, Coffeeshops | |
| Stats: | Words: 1,603 Chapters: 1/1 |
He’s My Wonderwall
InkyGreenHeart
Summary:
You’re just a normal barista at a coffee shop, and your favorite customer is tall, handsome man who’s always wearing sunglasses and a hat for some reason. Why is this blond so familiar…?
Notes:
Thanks for the request! All Might is so nice to write, when I first started on HIA I used to read all sorts of fics with him, so I’m very fond of him.
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Explicit |
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| Archive Warning: | No Archive Warnings Apply | |
| Category: | F/F | |
| Tags: | Hero OC/Lady Nagant, Rivals to Lovers, Angry Confessions, Begging, Female Hero OC, Angst and Smut, Injuries, Fingering, Oral Sex | |
| Stats: | Words: 3,635 Chapters: 1/1 |
Glock To The Heart
InkyGreenHeart
Summary:
Lady Nagant and Miracle Dreamer have been competing on the hero charts since their debuts, but when Lady Nagant gets injured, Miracle Dreamer realizes just how short life is, and realizes she doesn’t want to lose Lady Nagant without ever confessing her feelings.
Notes:
Going back to my Lady Nagant roots! I love her, can you tell? I was so happy someone requested a story with her.
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| Archive Warning: | No Archive Warnings Apply | |
| Category: | M/M | |
| Tags: | All Might/Captain Celebrity, Drunken confessions, Parties, Frotting, Blowjobs, Oral sex, Muscle Kink, Mud Wrestling, United States of America, Competitive Sex | |
| Stats: | Words: 4,746 Chapters: 1/1 |
Grab My Gluteus
InkyGreenHeart
Summary:
A big American party, a game of truth or dare, and a night these two heroes will never forget.
Notes:
I have to admit I don’t know Captain Celebrity very well, but both he and All Might have been in America, so I think it would make sense if they encountered each other at some point, and the requester of this pairing agreed. I only know about American parties from movies, but please correct me if I write something wrong (or if they don’t actually have those red plastic cups in real life).
“You have got to meet Masaru’s roommate,” Mitsuki told her, “he’s kind of quiet, like you are. I bet you two would get along.”
Inko smiled. Mitsuki had her sights set on Masaru, and was relentless in her pursuit. Masaru was on the gentler side, and the few times Inko had met him he had been exceedingly polite and inclusive of her, so she had a good feeling about anyone he was associated with.
“I’d love to meet his roommate,” Inko said.
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Mature |
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| Archive Warning: | No Archive Warnings Apply | |
| Category: | F/M | |
| Tags: | Civilian OC/Crimson Riot, Abusive Parent, Makeouts, Injuries, Villain Attacks, Maid Outfits, Sassy Main Character | |
| Stats: | Words: 2,522 Chapters: 1/1 |
Sold to Crimson Riot?
InkyGreenHeart
Summary:
Mahiro’s parents are poor and end up selling her to Crimson Riot to be his maid! She’s got an attitude though, which challenges and intrigues him. How will she handle when he dresses her up in all sorts of embarrassing outfits and does things with her? There’s no way she would fall in love with him… right?
Notes:
Crimson Riot is so passionate! I can see why the person who requested this is so enamored with him. Writing him made me fall in love a little bit too, he’s so harsh looking, but I think that would make him feel all the sweeter when he is tender towards you.
Hisashi finally asked Inko on a date—it just took their final year of college. Inko tried not to fidget beneath the tablecloth of the restaurant. She hadn’t dated anyone else before; was she coming off as inexperienced and nervous?
When she looked up at him across the table, he was as unreadable as ever. That steadiness of his was part of what reassured her. He was the consistently deadpan guy in their friend group. He hopefully wouldn’t mind her being nervous. He would tell her if she was being too weird.
“Do you know what you want to order yet?” he asked.
“Not yet,” she muttered, voice feeling weak.
“Get the meatball pasta. I’ve had it before, it’s good.”
She breathed out in relief. A lifeline. He was good at giving lifelines. Though quieter than Masaru, Inko firmly believed that if Mitsuki had gone after Hisashi instead, he wouldn’t have folded in any way. His confidence wasn’t boasted, but it was there all the same, and having someone like that by her side reassured her. “I’ll get the meatball pasta then.”
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| Archive Warning: | No Archive Warnings Apply | |
| Category: | F/M | |
| Tags: | Civilian OC/Lady Nagant, Male OC, First Time, Intercourse, Shy Lady Nagant, Submissive Lady Nagant, Hotels, Gentle Sex | |
| Stats: | Words: 3,603 Chapters: 1/1 |
The First Shot
InkyGreenHeart
Summary:
Lady Nagant’s stayed out much too late drinking with her boyfriend, and the only affordable hotels open this late are love hotels. She’s never had sex before, but being in this hotel with her boyfriend is making her want something she’s scared to ask for.
Notes:
This requester specifically wanted shy Lady Nagant. Although I see her as very confident most of the time, the thought of her blushing and getting a little scared during her first time was exciting. I hope you’re as satisfied as she is once she finally loses her virginity to my dear requester’s OC.
After writing so much sex, Inko thought she’d be more prepared.
The penis going inside her didn’t feel like magic. It didn’t change her life, or make her feel like more of a woman. Mostly, it was mildly uncomfortable, quiet, and overall a short experience. Sweatier than she expected. He had felt heavy on top of her, but she persevered. He seemed to enjoy it well enough.
Inko stared at herself in a mirror. She loved writing and reading porn, so why hadn’t she descended into that delicious haze of lust that she could type out with her eyes closed?
Was she broken?
She slapped her cheeks. No, it had to be that she wasn’t used to it, or something. She loved him, but actually doing all this stuff was new to her. She just needed practice.
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Explicit |
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| Archive Warning: | No Archive Warnings Apply | |
| Category: | F/M | |
| Tags: | Ectoplasm/Reader, Reader-insert, Gangbang, Restraints, Submissive Reader, Female Reader, Dominant Ectoplasm, Intercourse, Blowjobs, Crying During Sex, Established Relationship | |
| Stats: | Words: 6,207 Chapters: 1/1 |
And I would make five hundred clones
InkyGreenHeart
Summary:
You’ve been missing your boyfriend Ectoplasm because he keeps going away on missions. He promises to make it up to you. For every date night he’s missed, he’s going to have another clone come and pleasure you. He’ll see to it you get a few dozen night’s worth of orgasms, no matter how overwhelmed you get.
Notes:
Ectoplasm’s quirk has all sorts of exciting applications. I hope my dear requester enjoys this!
Inko got better at enjoying sex, but there was still something missing. She never quite reached that peak that she would in the stories. Maybe the stories exaggerated? When she spoke to Mitsuki though, Mitsuki seemed to be having a great time with Masaru. Why wasn’t Inko getting desperately horny enough to grab her boyfriend and shove him in a closet a mere few hours before commencement?
Then one day, when Inko brought up her hands to brush back his hair, he grunted and shoved her wrist down, and held it against the pillow as he thrust.
Inko gasped, heart pounding. That mere suggestion of a pin was forceful, with a dangerous air, but her body was thrumming in response.
If she got something like that every time they had sex… she thought she might actually go out of her way to encourage sex.
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Teen And Up Audiences |
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| Archive Warning: | No Archive Warnings Apply | |
| Category: | M/M | |
| Tags: | Ectoplasm/Power Loader, Childhood Friends, Improper Quirk Use, Making Out, Implied Sexual Content, Getting Together, Locked in a Closet | |
| Stats: | Words: 4,118 Chapters: 1/1 |
Loads of Baggage
InkyGreenHeart
Summary:
Power Loader and Ectoplasm have been friends since childhood, but a falling out in high school tore them apart. Now that they’re both heroes though, they keep running into each other. Can they move past their misunderstanding to blossom into something more?
Notes:
This sure is a rare pair! But my dear requester had an essay about how they could work, so I’ve done my best to bring justice to their imagination.
Mitsuki was her hero. She picked up the pregnancy test at the pharmacy and brought it to her. Inko waited impatiently for the indicator to show on the bathroom counter. Her period was six weeks late now, and she couldn’t ignore it anymore.
Though Inko had imagined herself becoming a mother one day, that was purely theoretical. A better version of herself, one who was organized and successful and, most importantly, married. The way she was now, nervous and uncertain in so much of what she did, she couldn’t imagine how she could be a good mom.
Inko knew she was at the age many women got pregnant, more than aware considering Mitsuki’s state. She wasn’t showing much yet, but she had her ultrasound and was eagerly expecting a baby with Masaru.
The thought of Mitsuki blazing a trail and reaching back a hand for her tempered Inko’s racing heart. The test should be ready by now. She took a deep breath, and looked.
It was positive.
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Explicit |
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| Archive Warning: | No Archive Warnings Apply | |
| Category: | F/F | |
| Tags: | Hero OC/Lady Nagant, BDSM, Spanking, Oh my god they were coworkers, Blindfolds, Paddles, Breast Play, Hidden Identity, Pining, Dominant Lady Nagant, Submissive OC, Female OC | |
| Stats: | Words: 7,742 Chapters: 1/1 |
Your Love Is A Weapon
InkyGreenHeart
Summary:
Battywoman has been a very naughty girl who masturbates to the thought of her innocent fellow hero, Lady Nagant. To try and get out all these inappropriate thoughts, she goes to a BDSM club to try and satisfy her desires. She’s blindfolded in a room with an anonymous partner who plays with her body and spanks her, but why won’t her mysterious benefactor say a word? And why does her perfume smell so familiar?
Notes:
This one was quite exciting to write, thank you to the requester for giving me the opportunity to write more Lady Nagant!
The marriage was quick, and the honeymoon a short but pleasant trip to a hot springs resort. It was the honeymoon package, and although around them were beautiful hot springs, the room they checked into was equipped more like a love hotel.
Hisashi went through just one or two drawers, laughing as he pulled out ridiculously shaped vibrators and other toys, wondering out loud how the more oddly shaped ones could even work. Inko held her tongue, not daring to share any detail on how she knew they were used, but she kept digging through the drawers.
Finally, she found something perfect. A fluffy pair of handcuffs—accessible, not too crazy. She pulled them out and showed them off to him. “Wouldn’t it be crazy to use these?” she began, gauging him.
He laughed.
Just a laugh, but it wasn’t a scowl, so Inko approached the bed, still holding the cuffs. “Can you imagine it? Me all restrained with these while you do whatever you want with me?”
Her heart was pounding at just the thought. The yukata she was wearing had an easy front opening, so he could untie it and access her whole body without having to take the cuffs off. It would be embarrassing, being unable to cover herself while he exposed her. She would shift around, trying to make the yukata fall over herself again, but he could just pull it apart while she was helpless to resist.
He was approaching now with a smile. Inko clutched the handcuffs with desperate hope as she looked up at him. Would he do this for her? Could those dreams come true? When he placed his palms on the handcuffs, a shot of excitement went right down to her toes.
“Good thing we’re normal people,” he said with a laugh. “We don’t need all these weird things to get off.”
Her heart dropped.
He took the handcuff and returned it to the drawer. “Come, let’s lie down.”
Again, again, the same thing they had done at least once a month like clockwork since their one-year dating anniversary. He was satisfied. He didn’t want anything else.
Inko was the weird one. As he thrust into her, she wondered if she had broken herself. Had reading and writing all those stories made it so she couldn’t appreciate this normal sex?
They were married now, this was her life. She was going to be a mother. She needed to get a hold of herself, and stop having these inappropriate fantasies.
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It breaks my heart to say this, but I’m going to retire from writing. This was a fun hobby, but I’ve had some big life changes and need to focus on that. Thank you all for your support over the years.
TrigunChannel
Yay another Lady Nagant fan!!! nice fic
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