#ken takagi x reader

[thelustdevil]

Love Hotel | K. Takagi

Pairings: No pairing.

Warnings: smut, just straight up smut. Mummification, chastity cages, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, sub? Rock Lock.

Word Count: ~1.6k

Notes: I had a lot of fun with this request!! I hope I did it justice. It was such a fun challenge to write. Esp with Ken!

The vivid red and gold invitation burned a hole in the back of Ken’s mind. His wife had handed it to him an hour ago. She had left him with vague instructions.

You have a couple hours before it starts. Take some time for yourself, my love. I’ll watch our son tonight. She kissed him softly and headed out the door, a cooing bundle in her hands.

Now here he was, standing in the shower, washing the sleep off his body. He should've realized something was amiss when his boss called him about a scheduling error last night. Something about mixed days and he would have the full day off. When his love heard the news she was incredibly eager. Trapping him in front of the bed before pouncing. His cock jumped at the memory of her slick heat. But then came breakfast in bed followed by the odd invitation.

Once he hopped out of the shower he sat at the table and opened the small envelope. The moment he read it, a smile grew on his face. The excitement coursing through his body was beyond electrifying. Ken shot a quick text to his wife before leaving. Laughing softly, he grabbed his coat and headed out. He had a few hours to kill so he figured out some nice food before his new adventure took place.

***

Belly full and mind excited, Ken approached the elegant but simplistic building. He recognized the outside, The Pure Leisure Hotel, a somewhat high class love hotel in the upper district. Ken had mentioned it in passing a couple times when his wife has questioned his interests in the bedroom.

It was known for its discretion and popularity among heroes who needed specific interests catered. Sessions could be pricey but the quality was more than worth it.

Ken entered the main lounge and walked towards the front desk. The attendant stood inside of a frosted glass cubicle, a small slit sat at waist level, large enough to pass cards or paper through. It was silent from the other side as Ken slipped his invitation through the slot. He heard the sound of keyboard tapping and rustling. A folded paper and pen were handed through, his name across the exposed header. The terms. He figured. Reading over them he nodded as he went, acknowledging the scheduled events as well as safety measures and the knocking system in place if he needed out. Signing, and folding it once more, he slid it back through the slot. Wordlessly, a tagged key was passed back to him.

He gave a small nod of thanks before remembering he couldn’t be seen. Grabbing the key, he muttered thanks and headed towards the elevators. The tag read 502. He presumed that was the room assigned to him.

The nerves began as he stepped out of the lift on the fifth floor. He was excited, yes, but the sub space within him was itching to come out. The words “chastity” and “fully-bound” were rocketing around his mind, demanding attention. The invitation has described what he should expect from his visit. It seems his wife had gone all out for him.

Entering the suite, he was greeted by an androgynous figure standing by what looked like an actual milking table. There were rolls of duct tape sitting on the top, along with a small gold metal cage.

The figure motioned towards the table, “please undress and we can begin”. They stepped towards the door, their distorted voice letting him know they would be back in a few moments.

Taking a breath, the hero began undressing. There was a small table with a bottle of water and small tub labeled “belongings”. He placed his clothing and such into the box before grabbing the water and taking a swig. Walking towards the table he grabbed the small chastity cage and began to examine it. His dick was aching at the sight in front of him. This was one of his deepest fantasies and here it was in front of him. The excitement racing through his body as he imagined the feeling of the tape and cage on his skin.

As he looked at everything, there was a knock at the door. It swung open once he called out, the androgynous figure returning.

“Please stand comfortably, we can begin if you’re ready”. The figure grabbed a roll of tape and began to unroll it, crouching at his feet. They pulled a small compact from their apron pocket, dabbing powder on the meat of his legs. They began wrapping up his legs, powdering spots as they went. As they reached the apex of his thighs they paused, turning to grab the golden chastity belt. A shiver ran down his spine as they opened it and clasped it shut around his dick. He groaned as the cool metal touched his heated girth.

The pro swore the masked figure was smiling as they locked him in, giving the head of the cage a small tap. He jumped slightly at the sensation, which they paid no mind to as they continued to wrap him. Upwards, they moved, attaching his arms to his sides and moving across his chest and behind. They guided him to the table, his ass snug in the small dip, his asshole bared to the underneath of the table. The figure continued their wrapping and powdering.

Before they reached his head, they pulled a nylon stocking over it. Allowing them to wrap his head completely, until they cut out a small hole around his mouth and another around his nose. The air coming to his mouth was quickly blocked as a cloth was shoved into it and then secured with what he assumed was more tape.

“Fu-gh, mm-ease,” the gag choked him deliciously. His senses were incredibly limited at this point, not that he’d be able to use them anyway. Most of the blood for his brain was crowding around his dick. Unable to fully erect himself, the sensation settled itself in his groin, warming upwards to his stomach.

“Squirming already? I haven’t even begun”. The muffled voice bounced off the tape and left him with murmurs and a sense of longing. What would they do?

His questions were answered as he felt something running up and down his body. Applying pressure when it brushed over his aching dick or hardened nipples. The pleasure rushed over his body. His back was aching, wanting to arch towards the pleasure but the tape around him kept him in place. The pull of the tape against his skin just added to his restlessness.

This continued for what felt like hours, objects and hands running up and down his body, paying extra attention to the erogenous zones. The figure pleasuring him calling out teases and whispering against his gagged mouth. Laughing when all he could reply with was muffled gags and noises.

Soon he felt something prodding at the underside of the table. “-aht,” he began.

“Are you ready for this?” The voice came from somewhere next to him. As they finished speaking he felt vibrations against his open entrance. It was slick and pushed against him, moving its way inward.

“Fmph-ugh” he groaned, feeling the object push past his ring of muscle. It started shallow fucking him as he laid there, body shaking every time it moved. It continued its slow assault on the pro, his body pulling against the tape and restraints. His cock jumped as slightly as it could in its cage.

The slow assault continued, pushing him through his first orgasm of the evening. His cum painted the cage and the tape around it. He strained to find more release, squirming and writhing against the table, moans spilling out against the gag in his mouth.

“G-uhd, s’gu-um” He tried arching backwards, pushing into the forcing moving inside him.

“Let’s set a pattern shall we?” The figure announced. The toy torturing him began to speed up and burrow deeper on every thrust. His overstimulation shoving him towards another orgasm. The pleasure was overtaking every nerve, choking him on its sweet venom as it filled his veins. His second orgasm hit him out of nowhere. The overstimulation forced ropes of hot cum out of his cock.

“Guh-mmph” his body bowed involuntarily, pulling and writhing.

A laugh rang out in the room, fading as the owner of it walked away. The pleasure grew with an icy edge as he heard a door close. He knew what part of the evening this was. Just him and this relentless machine for however long. Pleasure is all he would know, that and pain.

The thought of the erotic cocktail coming his way was enough to hurtle him towards another orgasm. Tears pushing at the corners of his eyes from the mix of pleasure and pain. Every nerve was on fire and he loved it. He continued to try and grind against the machine, pulling it deeper. Riding out his third orgasm.

“Mmuh-uh, uugh” he was insatiable now. He needed more.

He found out soon enough of the danger of pushing too far. Soon the overstimulation hit him. The rubbing of the golden cage on his cock. Pushing against his aching length, not allowing him to stretch and jump like he wanted to. If he could just wrap his hand around it, give himself some sort of release.

It was futile, the tape made sure of that. He was rewarded for his actions, however. The machine increased once again. It’s pace taking on an animalistic quality. He cried out against his gags, again and again as his prostate was bullied relentlessly.

“Mm-ah! MMMmmph” his cock ached as he came once more. Brutally pushing against it’s golden confines. Weeping as he did, both from the mix of pleasure and pain. It felt like staring into the sun, dangerously challenging. But rather than challenge what was in front of him, he accepted it.

He wanted-no, needed it. This was for him, everything he needed was bullying itself deep into his body. He prayed it wouldn’t stop, not if he laid here and took it like he should. Like a good boy.

By god did they reward him. Whether he wanted it or not. The tape around his thighs was loosening with how much cum was leaking from his groin. The machine continued to tap his sensitive spot and he felt the rush of release once more. The cum beginning to drop down his balls and land in between his bound thighs. His eyes rolled back as he began to lose himself once more.

Best anniversary present ever.

Bonus: hours had passed. Ken laid there, shaking and moaning as wave after wave of overstimulation hit him. After his third dry orgasm he was begging for something. What he wanted he was unsure. All he could think of was the pleasuring feeling enveloping his body and squeezing. His cum leaking down his legs, ass and back at this point. Lubing the machine as it fucked him farther beyond his limit.

Still, all too soon, the figure came back. Slowly objects were removed and tape was pulled off carefully. A blanket and several bottles of water waited for him. Along with some lotion and a small meal. He cleaned himself up as best he could with wipes and a bottle of water, opting to fully shower at home. The masked figure left while he settled down before returning to check in.

Once he was deemed settled and refreshed, he headed back home. The sky was significantly darker and his thighs and abdomen were sore and shaking, but there was a smile on his face. He’d have to thank the missus when he got home.

[chaibewriting]

BEG FOR IT! ft. pro-hero! ken takagi (rock lock) x afab! fem! pro-hero! poc reader

-> NOTES: do be warned that i have no idea how to write for rock lock since there’s not much about his personality so bare with me on this, i hope you enjoy it anyways. this was requested an interesting lil’ human, i hope this is all that you imagined it to be.

-> WARNINGS: public nudity, public sex, chastity belt (m. wearing).

EVERYTHING was perfect. You’d made sure of it. You’d laid everything out on your shared bedroom and were just waiting for your husband’s arrival. To put it simply, this was your form of punishing him for having missed your wedding anniversary, however, he wasn’t aware that he was going to be punished yet. Just the thought of having things go your way made you all the more giddy, you were even more excited when you heard the front door knob jiggle and shake, indicating that the soon-to-be tortured man was finally home.

You sat pretty atop your bed, one leg crossed over the other, waiting for Ken to enter the bedroom, and when he did, he stood in the doorway, looking over you with a raised eyebrow. You were still wearing your hero costume, and as much as he loved seeing the way it fit on you, he was a little confused about why you hadn’t changed. His eyes then drifted towards the strange big black box that sat on the bed beside you. He was the type to jump to conclusions with how observant and quick he was but he had no idea what was going on inside of your head at the moment.

And so, you spoke first. “Welcome home, baby. How was your patrol?” You asked, though you could already tell that he was feeling a bit of the stress from work. “… It was alright. You gonna tell me what this is about, keychain?” He asked, the petname leaving his lips like the millions of other times he’s said it and it almost, yes, almost made you rethink your punishment for him. However, you still held strong, wanting to exact your own version of revenge on him, and you would get it no matter what.

“I know you don’t like to beat around the bush or sugarcoat things so—“ You grabbed the box beside you and dropped it on your lap, sliding the top off and tossing it behind you so that it landed on the bed with a light bounce. Inside of it, placed elegantly atop a white silk fabric, was a cock cage other known as a chastity belt, big enough to fit his well-endowed third leg. Afterwards, you began your brief explanation. “You missed our anniversary, my love, and that means— you’ve got to earn the right to release or stay locked for as long as I want. It’s a fitting punishment, don’t you think?”

And before you could get a verbal answer from him, you had already activated your quirk, zooming around him within the small confines of your room. In no time at all, you had stripped him completely and put the chastity belt on his soft cock in a matter of milliseconds, locking it in place. Oh the irony. You then sat back where you were, resuming the position you’d been in, this time with a key ring around your finger that had the key to the belt dangling from it.

Since your quirk allowed you to move at the speed of light so long as you were exposed to a source of light (even as small as a flame), he was unable to keep up with your movements (just like most villains and heroes), which, in turn, left him defenseless to your punishment for the time being. “Doll, is this really necessary you coulda just made me sleep on the couch or somethin’. This seems pretty damn excessive.” He complained, and he had every right to, especially with the way the cage was squeezing around him. The cold metal on his shaft was sending him into the tiniest bit of a frenzy, and it was a borderline death sentence if he managed to get hard while wearing this stupid ass contraction. He could stop things in place, hell, he could stop you from moving if he touched your clothes in the right places, but you were too fast for him to do such a thing, maybe if he caught you off-guard—

“Listen, I booked a hotel that’s within walking distance from here. Meet me on the roof of Koji Hotel, and if I see fit, I’ll let you out. But if you come on your way there, or if you get caught— which I know you won’t, you’ll have to stay locked in. And oh don’t even think of chickening out, I know you can’t ignore a challenge, and the idea excites you… Just look at your dick, I can see it twitch all the way from here. Ah, and one more thing— no clothes allowed, personally I’d say seeing you like this is quite a treat. Others should be able to experience what I’m experiencing too.~” You mused, your eyes glued on his gloriously caged, veiny cock that was just begging for attention. You licked your lips and then mentally slapped yourself. No! Not yet, Y/N! Calm the fuck down.

After your little speech, Ken looked over you, taking note of the way you were eyeing his nude body while licking your lips. Huh. You seemed even more excited about this then he (secretly) was. Though, of course, he had to at least act like the voice of reason, even in all his shame. “Seriously? I could get arrested for public indecency. Do you /want/ me to go to jail?” You smiled cheekily at him and then daringly shot forward, pecking him on the lips before moving back out of his reach again, this time going towards your bedroom window.

“Oh, my love, I already know you won’t get caught, you’re quite a resourceful man, that’s one of the things I love about you.~ You’ve got fifteen minutes to get to me.” You dangled the key for him to see and then slipped it onto one of the pockets on your hero costume. “Show me how well your hero training’s been working for you, this challenge should be a piece of cake for you, hm?~ I’ll make it all worth it if you do /exactly/ as I say… See ya!” You then opened the window and jumped out, using your quirk to speedily and easily run up walls and make your way to the hotel roof nearby.

The pro hero stood there, he was usually quite quick on his feet, but at the moment he was still stunned about what had just unfolded. You sneaky little— He couldn’t help but smirk. You really were something, weren’t you? Were you really expecting him to actually go through with this?

…

Why the fuck was he doing this? Why, god, why? Maybe some part of him buried deep, deep down within the pits of his soul was turned on by the sense of danger and the chance that he could be caught. Maybe he got off on he thought of someone besides you seeing him like this. His muscular torso, lightly littered in hair that matched the curl pattern on top of his head, along with an array of scars on his body, and his toned legs… not to mention his soft eight inch dick that seemed to swing with each step, the metal hitting against his leg which reminded him just how /caged/ in he truly was. He was currently ducked into an alley, hiding behind a dumpster. Fuck, was he INSANE?! He was starting to think he was.

Alright, he could do this. No clothes were allowed, but you didn’t mention anything else, maybe he could find something useful around here. And to his luck, his eyes landed on a pair of trash cans with metal tops, perfect for covering the front and the back. He had already gotten a little closer to the hotel, all he needed to do was sneak around a tad bit, use his quirk, and propel himself up onto the roof where you would no doubt be waiting for him—

“Hey mommy, what’s that guy doing behind the dumpster over there?” “Oh good lord— don’t look, Okuyasu! C’mon!”

Ah fuck. He needed to move, and move quick before he ended up getting caught up and he did not want to explain any of his freaky, personal shit to the media. With determination and a new spark of motivation, he hurried his way over to the trash cans, snatched the lids from their place, used them to cover his body. He then glanced around at his surroundings yet again, taking note that the street was a little less busy with civilians but nonetheless still had a good handful of people roaming around. And it was getting a tad bit on the darker side thanks to the sun being nearly set completely so he’d use this to his advantage, thank gods he still had his shoes on. He got into position and ran, if someone didn’t know any better, they would have thought he had some kind of speed enhancing quirk with how fast he ran, the sound of metal clacking around covering the sound of his heavy footsteps. He had to stop himself from audibly groaning with the way the cage was moving around on his cock, he’d already ended up semi-hard /somehow/, he’d be an idiot if he ended up with a hard-on while wearing this thing. He needed to get it off, and get off, you were in for a punishment of your own.

By the skin of his teeth, he’d just barely made it to the other alleyway across the street— which was exactly where he needed to be. He could only hope no one was watching him now as he used his quirk to start climbing upwards into the air with the use of the trash can lids, suspending and unfreezing the lids in the air in place as he traveled upwards until he could jump onto the roof. From there, he was able to properly roof dash, seeing where you were from a distance.

You watched him from where you stood, an eager grin on your face as you watched him carefully maneuver his way around until he landed on the roof top where you were. You’d made sure to get him some clothes before making your departure, figuring you’d be at least a little considerate of his circumstances.

As he approached you, he stood directly in front of you. He was glaring at you like he didn’t like the exhilarating rush of running around naked for anyone and everyone to see. “Ah, look at that, you made it.~ Did you cum without me?” You asked, watching as he tossed the trash lids aside, ignoring the crashing sound that came from them connecting with the concrete roof top. He completely ignored your question and spoke up. “You woulda liked that, wouldn’t ya have? Hurry up and unlock it. I’m startin’ to chafe.” You grinned at him, as devious as ever. “Beg for it.” You could have sworn you saw his eye twitch at that and you had to stop yourself from bursting into laughter.

While you were too busy trying to keep your sides from splitting, your oh-so-lovely husband snuck up on you and touched your leg, arm, and chest, effectively deadlocking the most mobile parts of your hero suit. In doing this, he effectively had you frozen in place, a smirk appearing on his face as he looked at your bewildered expression. Of course, you could have phased through your clothing with ease, but that would have left you naked as well… Wait— was that his plan???

“You sneaky man. Are you really that eager to cum? C’mon baby, all you had to do was ask me politely and I would have done it for you easily. I was even gonna suck your dick right here on the rooftop.” You pouted, watching as he began to pat you down, attempting to find where you had put the key to the chastity belt. You playfully moaned when he gave your thighs a few firm squeezes, huffing after hearing the soft jingle of metal. Ah, man, he found the key. As much as you wanted to unlock it for him, you were deadlocked in place so you really had no way out of this situation without falling for his trap or begging him to let you out. Oh how the turns table.

You soon heard the sound of metal hitting the ground beneath you, eyeing the man who stood in front of you now completely naked, aside from his shoes. At that point you thought it was time to say something, anything really. As you watched him take the bag from your hand, moving his hand around inside of it, a grin spread out across your face when he pulled out a cropped shirt and a single sock. Ken looked absolutely flabbergasted. You couldn’t contain the laughter that soon followed. God, you really were an evil thing.

“Oh. You think this is funny, huh?” He questioned, squinting at you and your predicament. It seemed like the two of you were now on equal playing field, but you couldn’t help but to continue grinning rather sinisterly. Your laughter continued for a few more seconds before you finally answered him. “Oh honey, you know me, I love playing games, and wasn’t this such a good de-stresser? I’m a genius, I know. Now… can you release my suit?” Ken stared at you intently for a moment, observing your expression before a grin of his own slowly broke across his face. “Beg for it.”

[iloveroblox48]

dating rock lock HC ❣︎

❣︎ ➝ Masterlist here!

❣︎ ➝ Tags:dating rock lock/Ken Takagi headcannons! fem reader, mentions of kids, fluff ε-(´・｀)

❣︎ ➝ Req:Then for my request, can you write a oneshot/headcannons featuring Rock Lock and a woman reader going on a date please? You can decide on the activities.

❣︎ ➝ A/n:hi guys!! this is a super cute request i hope i wrote enough for your liking! i actually really like rock lock he is also super underrated for no reason (╯︵╰,) anways ignore any grammer/spelling mistakes requests open as always enjoy reading ⁽˙³˙⁾

❣︎ ➝if you’re a pro hero too he is definitely on the worrier side for you he knows you can hold your on he just worries

❣︎ ➝he’s the type to take you on more classic dates dinner,walks in the parks you know

❣︎ ➝he also like the chill kinds though too considering how exhausting pro hero work is so moives,game nights etc etc

❣︎ ➝for dates he deff plans them all and you dont have to ask either he just texts you like this

ken🩷:be ready around 7 we’re going out to dinner

wifey😚:where to?

ken🩷:the new restaurant near down town

wifey😚: AHH THE NEW ONE THAT I WAS LOOKING AT

ken🩷:yes love you see you soon

wifey😚:love you too!!

❣︎ ➝i feel like his love language is acts of service and quality time so if you’ve had a long day at work he cleans up around the house and turns on your favorite show

❣︎ ➝hes the type to be “not interested” in whatever corny show you’re watching but he looms behind the couch watching it

❣︎ ➝i feel like hes a good cook so he does most nights

❣︎ ➝he is not the type to get into arguments i feel like he is super good at communicating everything

❣︎ ➝hes super observant so he can tell just by a look on your face whats wrong

❣︎ ➝cant control his facial expressions so sometimes you have to remind him

❣︎ ➝you guys would deff have to keep somethings underwraps considering villians

❣︎ ➝but if you’re already well known by the public he definitely brags about you

“rock lock what motivates you when doing your hero work?”

“my beautiful wife and daughter”

❣︎ ➝i feel like he would want you to be a housewife if you’re a civilian because the pro hero work makes tons of money

❣︎ ➝he deff has like a plant collection and they are super well taken care of

❣︎ ➝hes a secret cuddlebug

❣︎ ➝he is super good at interior design

❣︎ ➝he deff has a super random hobby like crochet or something like that

[luselih]

For my request, can you write a oneshot featuring Rock Lock and a chubby female reader with public nudity and hypnosis please? In the story, the two are going on a date to the beach. But the reader hypnotizes Rock into losing his swim trunks and so he'll feel more comfortable being naked on the entire date, much to her delight. What do you think?

look at ME || rock lock

summary/ask: a date on a beach went a bit more existing than you expected, not that you mind of course 😉

content warnings I smut (minor back off 🤺), consent is not mentioned but it is given by Rock before this happened so this is consensual!, chubby!fem! reader, neutral skin tone reader as always, public sex, unprotected sex, handjob, cow girl position, creampie and tummy bulge because i am horny 🥰, rock is smitten w you even without hypnosis, tit play, a made this more romantic than usual, reader have a hypothesizing quirk (more like Succubus quirk tho-) +more…

a/n- i think that i like this request very much, i am sorry for writing this MUCH later than i thought i would, ya girl is trying to be in top 5 in her class 🥹 (update, i am 6th best 🥰)

Hot summer days were Rock Lock’s favorite things ever, aside from you of course but did he loved when crimes were low like this in the summer, so there was a lot of fun dates on beach sides and having special time with you. Today was as same as every other lazy day at his hotel he owned - waking up late as you two lazily rolled over the bed for the next two hours for extra cuddles and comfort. While his hands of course slide over your body, memorizing your body like he fears he would go blind any moment soon and regret not looking and feeling your body every single day.

Soon enough you two finally get up from the bed, doing your morning routine in the bathroom and going down to eat a breakfast at hotels lounge area and finally dragging your asses to a nearby beach to catch some sunlight and enjoy cold water of the sea for the rest of the day.

Running in the ocean as the air was filled up with sound of water splashing and soft laughter and giggles from you two as you play fighted each other, hands obviously touching each other’s bodies both just to provoke and tease other other for a better time at the pretty empty beach for a surprise since it was packed last few days.

When you got tired you left him in the water to get some rest on a beach towel you two bring to here, your soft body finally getting some rest as you sipped on your can of drink of choice. Front teeth biting on the straw, your eyes sliding over your boyfriends magnificent face and body. His dark and thick curly hair drenched with the water and his tan body shining underneath the harsh sunlight, his big arms, wide shoulders and perfect abdomen were like eye candy for you to look as your eyes darted down onto his muscular thighs, biting your lips as the thought of what it is in his bathing shorts, already feeling your insides dingle with excitement. With a swift smile you blinked your eyes couple of times, your normal round pupils turning into a heart shaped ones, your e/c getting hints of strong pink in them as you stared up and down on your boyfriend like a thirsty beast in the wild, waiting for your boyfriend to turn and make eye contact with you.

“Look at me”

And as planned he turned around to see you looking at him like that, his breath slowly started to get rigid and his lips dry. Only things he heard were “hmm~ look at my good looking boyfriend here~~” “you look absolutely beautiful in that bathing shorts love…but i think you would look even better without those on~” “cmon~~it’s only us here” Your hypnotizing voice filling up his pretty head, his dick undeniably getting harder and harder in tight fit of his shorts anyway, his hand sliding over his abs as his fingers got a hold of hem of shorts and pulled it down. Down his legs to his ankles and throw it away (don’t worry, it landed somewhere on the sand so he will have them at end lol-) and be in all of his glory at shallow sea. His dick quickly arose from you, slowly becoming hard solid as he licked his lips, his hand giving his member a small stimulation of couple of pumps. His body yearning your touch quickly and he needs it immediately.

Slowly, you arose from your place at the towel, his eyes catching the way your ass jingles as you walk and your tiddies jump when you take a step by step towards him. Entering the water slowly as you hold a eye contact with him, you finally stood in front of him. Your face playing innocence but your eyes looked like you were about to jump on him, he then heard.

“Need some help with that, honey?”

“Please, please i fucking need some help please-“

He begged almost pathetically, sweat running down his face and neck as his body almost combusted from your presence alone. His breath hitched mid breath when your hand reached his member, thumb caressing his angry tip and slowly pushing your hand up and down as you pressed your breast against his body. His mouth didn’t even waste a single second before his plump lips chased yours, hands gripping your love handles and your cheeks down there, folding and holding them underwater his rough skin, pulling you even deeper and closer to him. He craved your body, craved the perfect feeling of your body on his, the way you swayed, the way your breast jumped and your thighs shook from pleasure. He wanted it now, he couldn’t wait any longer.

His lips ravishing yours within a minute, he really tried to pull you two away the water he swears he did but your drunken eyes just made him delirious. Picking you up by your things and carrying you to shallow water, where sand and water meet and lay you down and looked you like a real man, man with love and desire for you and only you, his only one.

While another make out session was happening between your mouths, his hand slipped into your bikini top sliding over erected nipple, tugging them with just enough force that will make you whine so sweetly in his ear. His other hand slide down to your intimate part, sliding them over to side and getting good look at such a pretty sight between your legs. His movements however were stopped by you, suddenly getting a hold of his shoulders and pushing him down, flipping you two to reverse your positions. His back now pressed against cold sand as ocean slapped over your legs and back and practically making you look like a goddess between the humans. His hand flew over your hips again as you again teasingly got his dick in your hand and brushed against your puffy pussy lips and tiny bud before he got so fed up by your teasing that his hand gripped your ass cheeks hard and pulled them apart almost painfully, making you yelp and lean against his chest with your, lips brushing so closely as he pushed mushroom shaped head between your tight hole, hissing at the slick feel of gummy inside of you.

A loud whine left your lips, hips trying to get away from that overwhelming stretch as your walls practically choked the living shit of his penis. Your tiny whimpers and moans that left your mouth right in front of his lips almost make him want to— No that’s bad, he breathed shakily as he lowered you down to hilt. Losing his mind when your walls tensed up almost every couple of seconds. His lips kissing your jaw and whispering sweet nothings as he took the charge of your hip movement, making you bounce like a doll that he can only play with, his only.

You tried to fight for your dominance back, getting balance by gripping his shoulders and started riding him like there is no tomorrow. His right hand pinching your nipple, tugging on them as you mewled at stimulation and other pressed on your tummy bulge as his thumb pressed against your love button and started rubbing it, peace of his finger getting faster and faster when he felt you were close.

I mean how couldn’t you approach finishing so soon, heavy eye contact and beautiful things being said between you two as he put your pleasure on the first place (toying with your nipples and clit as his head kissed the sensitive cervix) cold water and hot sun kissed your bodies. It was perfect. Even when he finished, burying his face in your neck as his cum coated your inside white.

After couple of silent moments, he kissed your lips as your quirk finished working after just 5 minutes, a groan left both of you when you finally pulled away and stood up somehow. His cum slowly sliding down your thighs and into the sand as your legs quivered from the sensitivity. You cursed when you just realized how messed up you looked, trying to pull everything together in place.

But a hand pressed against your lower stomach stopped you mid track as a familiar body pressed against your back and husky, almost dangerously low voice ringed your ears.

(after another round(s), he got his trunks back at the end so don’t worry (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧)

“I think i deserve something from you for losing my shorts, my little devil”

[thatwasntverycashmoneyofme]

{ 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 — 𝖻𝗅𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝖼𝗈𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝖾𝗆𝖺𝗅𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋, 𝗌𝗆𝗎𝗍, 𝖺𝖺𝗏𝖾, 𝖽𝗂𝗋𝗍𝗒 𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗍𝗌, 𝗌𝗊𝗎𝗂𝗋𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀. }

rock lock who fucks you so good and hard after having to deal w these other stupid ass heroes. "hahh fuck yea baby… you like that shit huhh like when a nigga putting all this dick up in yo guts." he groans in your ear holding you up by your throat as your fist dug into the sheet and tears stream down your face.

the rough backshots he was giving you made you feel like you were on another plane as your eyes rolled back. "you don’t think ’m stupid huh mama? aghh.. them fuck ass niggas got me taking anger out on you.. but ’m fucking you good huh?”

when rock lock fucked you while ranting about whatever piss him off, especially when it wasn’t you, you knew you were in for a loong rough session of fucking, cuz he couldn’t take it up with them lest he lose his job and you didn’t mind it a single bit not if this was how he was converting his anger.

"yesss daddyyy~ i don’t care i don’t care.. love you fucking my pussy like this!" you gasp, trembling when his hips pressed flush against yours, all 9 inches buried deep in your cunt. "of course you love it y’fuckin slut."

he moans when you squeezed down on his dick as you squirt, kissing your open mouth as you and succeed at pulling away to breathe. "ahhh fuuuck kennn~ daddy made my pussy so wet!" your legs still shook as he tilted your head towards him giving you sloppy kisses.

you flopped down into the bed when he lets go of your neck, his dick coming out of you in the process with a wet ‘pop’ as he taps your thigh repeatedly. "unt unt girl i ain’t finished witchu turn that ass over." you whine from the stimulation slowly turning over.

"ion know why you actin like you don’t want this dick girl.. be begging for it on the daily shut that shit up." you giggle at his scrunched up face and he sucks his teeth. "sorry daddy i do want it you just so big it be hurting my tummy."

he hums biting his lip, looking in between your spread legs at your soaked pussy "mmm you too fuckin sexy i ain’t gon be done fuckin you til morning." and you liked the sound of that.

𝗌𝗉𝖺𝗆 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾𝗌, 𝗋𝖾𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌. 𝖣𝖮𝖭𝖳 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗅, 𝖼𝗈𝗉𝗒 𝗈𝗋 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖾𝗅𝗌𝖾. ©𝖼𝗂𝗍𝗒𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝖺𝗅

[helloescapist]

For my request, can you write a oneshot featuring Rock Lock, his wife and a reader practicing bondage and chastity please? In the fic, the wife suggests that they try a bondage session to spice up their love life with RL reluctantly accepting. They'd be introduced to the reader who's a bondage instructor and teaches the wife how to tie up and gag Rock Lock. You can decide on how RL would be tied along with the intimate scenes between them (and the reader). But I'd like Rock to have a large cloth gag to cover his mouth and his cock locked in chastity. What do you think?

Ah, I still think this is an adorable ask, and a great opportunity to spice up married life--- but I went rogue. I don't know why I'm like this. I hope this ask meets all of your expectations, and you're not disappointed. 🖤

To Reconnect | Rock Lock

Word Count: 2500

Setting: Rock Lock x wife x gn!reader (reader is a sex therapist)

Content Warning(s): smut, sex therapist, shibari knots, cloth gag, male chastity, teasing foreplay, voyeurism, threesome, oral (wife receiving), I think this is all--- sorry if I missed anything!

Summary: the Takagis need some assistance with reconnecting-- married life, a new baby, and a world full of villians. Will Rock Lock be able to let go, and just enjoy an intimate moment with his wife?

A/N: Well, Mrs. Takagi has never been given a name as far as I know, so we have just given her the name Saki for the s ake of this fic (forgive me!). Also, guys, just to be clear, this is fiction. If you see a sexual therapist's guidance, know that they will NOT be snogging. They are strickly professionals, and their job title is not consent.

The soft flutter of your hands that floated above his head, the graze of your fingers as they worked effortlessly on the knot before you. The slip of red cord fresh from its packaging caught between well practiced hands.  The praise of soft, plush lips as they divulged instructions, your guidance soft and informative as his wife attempted the same motion. Saki’s own fingers a little shaken, and unpracticed to the motion, the exact opposite of your own. Well-practiced in a way that left Takagi perplexed. A nervous knot of anxiety and excitement that blossomed into his throat at the unfamiliar territory, soothed into his bones at the gentle way your voice met his ears. Offered reassurance of his state, a chilled condition of exposed. Umber tones of mocha revealed the chill of goosebumps that nipped at his flesh. Muscles that strained, stripped of his clothing, bound his arms and legs, leaving little to the imagination nor room to hide beneath your understanding gaze, one that had caught him exposed so many times before.

                Those times had been different. Pen pressed between the lining of a soft notebook. Gentle music that offered to calm his agitation as his eyes flittered across the room. Well intended plants placed at calculated images, plush carpets and welcoming furniture in an office that alluded intimate lighting. Dulled his senses, and attempted to sooth the fray end of his nerves. The lean of his wife against his arm, shy in the way she refused to meet your eyes. Saki had been the one to suggest this, though it had not changed the small stutter when she answered your questions. The small smile of understanding that blossomed at your lips as you met her gaze, reassuring. Welcomed Saki to divulged secrets of his marital bedroom, of dynamics that had shifted when their little one had been born, and the affects it had had on their sex life. Unreactive to the line of his work, the stress of his career as a pro-hero, how Rock Lock had impacted his own mental status. Your accepting smile untouched session after session in which confidential had been spilled, slipped frustrations of control, and anxiety. A stress that had bundled into his existence, anxieties of what was to come, of the world he had chosen to raise a child in, how desperately he craved the sanctity of his marriage though he shuttered from her touch.

                No, the times in which you had offered reassurance had been different. Cool lighting exchanged for warm glows of lighting that hung overhead. Soft ambience of candles, of a bed wrapped in silk bedding. Pillows that were sot and inviting, tones of wood, and small plants, and mirrors that reflected his exposure. The position of a love seat placed before the bed in which you had guided Saki to dig her knees into. The kiss of ivory skin, blossomed pink buds that gave to the nervous plush of her shoulders revealing the shyness of her gaze. Waves of ocean that flickered deep longing, as evident as the blush on her cheeks. The tug of his large lips appraised by the sight of his wife; adoring how her blush captivated her cheeks, trailed down her neck and blossomed at her breast. The jingle of a key pressed between her breast, proof she alone contained the means of his arousal. The shy roll of her shoulders pressed into her cheek, squeezing her breast in nervousness as her finger twirled the curls that caught at her exposed clavicle. Tenderly peeking at him, as your hands found her back, gently urging her forward. Reassuring and firm, ensuring Saki reminded that this had been everything Ken asked for. The strain of his placid cock caught in the chastity. The soft silicone pressed against the tip of his penis only whispering how Saki had bit her lips at the small ticking it had produced when she had followed your guidance, captured his length, and secured between her soft fingers. Delicate and affectionate, warmed by the tender words you had guided her with, while also reminding Saki to offer praise for his vulnerability. The press of the toy already betraying his desires, unwavering in its duty.

                How you leaned over her, your hand fitting the small of her back as you tucked a soft white fabric into Saki’s hands. Guided her to his side, Saki’s shaking fingers pressed to his face, the warm of his deep hickory eyes caught against her own. As rough of the mountains that met the sea, crashed into waves that longed to touch, to accept the terrain and give life to one another, breathed in desperation as the cloth pressed to his mouth. Gauged and enduring warm whispers of praise that you provided. Saki once again taking place at the foot of the bed, your hand caught at the small of her back as you pressed the young woman onto all fours. Completing her form, fingers that traced along his wife, your eyes caught onto his own, as you pressed her forward. The tease of his lover caught at his feet. The overwhelming pull of sensations he would so often ignore at the height of his erection now teased every sense. Her hands warm as your own. Your fingers that traced the inner working of his calves, encouraged Saki to follow the same motion. Traced over muscles, caught on old scars he had earned from villains. Cooed affections, rubbed at the height of his thighs as Saki placed kiss after kiss against the height of his thighs. Near horrified by the way his gasps caught against the silk cloth. Unable to deny the small wiggle that his extremities provided against the red shibari knots that secured him in place. The desire that spread from the gaze of the younger blonde woman.  How lovingly she traced his muscles, poured her fingers into each motion as she grazed the touch of his hips. Drew cutesy little hearts into the taunt of his flesh, his own moans stifled at the caught of a cloth, the warm gaze you caught him in. Shuffled between praises of his wife, and the noticeable rock of your own hips whispering deeply buried desires. The strain of your clothes despite how exposed the marital couple before you had been in your instruction. Leaned forward, as your nail caught a sensitive ending on his hip bone, drawing Saki’s attention to the neglected area. “A small bite, right here,” you purred. Quickly answered as Saki’s teeth grazed against him, the murmur of Takagi’s shattered nerves succumbed to the doting you guided the couple through. The quiver of his arms, unable to do nothing more than subject himself to Saki’s will under your instruction. The sweet torture of watching your hands fitted to Saki’s hips straddled against his core. Denied by the chastity that confined him, as you gently attended to her position. Securing her exposed heat to the toy that captivated him, steered her hips in a rocking motion that budded her clit against the shaft of his placid dick. Warmed by her heat, and cooed in ways that revealed the drip of her cunt against him. Excited, and overwhelmed at the kisses that rolled onto his clavicle caught at his neck, and your hands forcing her to remain in place rocked against his neglected manhood that left Rock Lock humming desperations. The shy moans of his wife long gone as she cried for his touch, begged to feel the distinct knick of his notched fingers. Soothed only by the delicate press of your weight onto the bed. Your fingers quick to ease her frustrations as the flitted to her clit. Teasing circles that reassured Saki that denial of his state would pay off for the both of them, she need only be patient. Tended to by the warm flick of your gaze that caught on the buds of Saki’s breast heaved in ecstasy. The ache of his senses savoring the flow of her your fingers pressed against his wife’s clitoris. Rubbed raw and stimulated against the catch of the toy that bound him. The knots rubbed into him with each of her teasing grind, one hand caught on her hip. Desperately seeking release, cooed affections to the broad of his chest, grazed her teeth against his neck. Your gentle gaze warm and enjoying the pull of Saki between your fingers as she worshiped her husband. Takagi’s groans becoming more audible, and no longer contained by the cloth at the kiss of Saki’s lips against his temple.

                “K-Ken,” she purred in his ear, the small yank of his hand. Denied by the binds that had him. Desperate to tuck her hair behind her ear. The imploring begging look as the blue eyes peeked over her shoulder at you. Permission, struggling to accept she alone contained the key to his release. A knowing smile that caught at the curls that fell against her back, allowing a quiet nod. Eager and fumbling for key between her breast, playful, and unable to deny the way your hands found her erect nipples, toying with them, challenging her desires before allowing one hand to find the warmth of her clit, the strain of Rock Lock’s hip revealing his own desperation. Eager to reconnect after so long, the smile you allowed yourself to relinquish your hold on the eager young bride, chided yourself for allowing your fingers to wander on a client. Y-you had only intervened when they needed assistance, swallowing the lump of need and the heat of your own desires as you crawled off the bed. To reconnect as husband and wife.

                Oblivious to the knots that had come loose in your distracting thoughts. Unaware of the shift of the bed, the weight below you leaned far more than expected. The press of a hand against your back, pinioning you to the bed with a simple touch. The flurry of your heart as the voice met your ears. Warm and enticing as it met your neck. Hissed teasing desires, revealing your own. The delicate touch of a woman that fitted against your hips, as Ken’s words drew you into his lap. “Do you really want to leave?” Aware of the code, and the contract everyone had signed before engaging. The heat of your face against his hold, Saki’s finger’s grazing across your own as the tenderness of her touch grazed across your cheek, traced your jawline as you had demonstrated on her husband. The lump at the base of your throat, offering only a nod. Tempted to remind them of your position—your occupation was to merely guide—“your body disagrees.” Strummed at the flick of finger against your core. The horror of your state, of your duties dismissed so quickly. Tickled and warmed, as you cooed against their touch.

                Saki had learned so well under your instruction, as she had proven. Eager to practice her new skills as her husband bound you to the firm press of his body. His hold as effective as any shibari knot, gentle as the graze of his callous, notched fingers. Warm as the breath that huffed against your neck. The growth of his reaction growing more, evident pressed into your back as his eyes followed the eager gaze of his wife. Her form crawled against you. Kisses that trained along your thighs, nipped lightly at the height of your thighs. Toyed with the dip of your hips, and trailed up to warm breaths that hung on the collar of your shirt. Mrs. Takagi’s eyes momentarily pausing to appraise that of your state, and meet with the consent of her husband. The smile of her desire as she made quick of your clothes, affirmed of how desperately you longed for her touch. The press of Rock Lock’s erection warmed at the tip of your back. Practically weeping at the sight before him. The slip of your façade discarded with your work attire, revealed to the married couple. Teased at the touch of their guide, a loss of control between the two of them. Ken quick to guide you to you into Saki’s breast. Her coos warmed against the touch of her nipples, toyed with her breast. Hummed pleasure, and caught Ken’s groan. The strain of his erection, freed from any restraint. The girth that warmed the press of your ass as he guided you forward. Cushioned on your knees, your face buried into the press of Saki. The slick of her heat warm and sweet scent that met with your face at her eager buck. The slight tint of salt warm against your tongue as though the ocean itself were calling your name, and welcoming you to its waves. The lap of your tongue, and her fingers that grazed through your hair. The buck of her hips eager as they met at your tongue. Quivered her shoulders, a sight you could not delight in, far too distracted at the callous knotches that met at your hips. Spread your legs gently with minimal prompting, far too quick to give in to his demands. The scent of mountains that met the forest in his movements that met as his fingers delicately tempted your hole. The groan of your pleasure touched, eliciting a purr that vibrated Saki’s clit. Hummed her joy, and pleasure. Rock Lock making quick work of the press of your hole, taunt and pulsing. Offering only a moment for you to adjust to his girth before sliding his length languidly in a stroke that captivated your senses. The rack of his thrust into your greedy heat, pressed against the buck of Mrs. Takagi’s hips that cried out for your tongue. Shoved the tip of your nose against her clit, tongued circles toying, and desperate. Your form caught between the mountains and the sea, desperately riding the rock of the waves, and the touch of the shore. The stroke of his length, rammed your hole against the length of his shaft. The purr of Saki’s pleasure, the lap of your tongue, met at the bob of his dick deep inside of you. Filled to the brim, bursting at the hilt of his shaft. A desperate cry, muffled against Mrs. Takagi’s cunt. Warm and leaking, taunt muscles that quivered with each thrust. Moans that rattled breasts, and heaved the final heave of ecstasy between the Takagis. Leaving you breathless, and curled into their breast.

 A dazed state in which you could only offer reminders of the importance of aftercare on their marriage as you struggled to regain your composure, rushed to secure the buttons of your collar. Horrified at how you had allowed yourself to be swept away by clients, shamed by the state of your quivering muscles. Escape in touch, the feel of the secure doorknob between your fingers, before the couple dared to book the next session far sooner than expected.

                Or how your greed betrayed the press of your knees, “I look forward to it.”

[mci-writing]

Aight!! May I request some NSFW rock lock!! Headcanons or imagine is up to you but I really need this POC rep!! The dub solded me on this man his voice is just so appealing OMG. Please I beg of you gush about this man go off. Make it as filthy as FUCKING POSSIBLE!!

Hope I don’t disappoint with these. This is my first time jotting down some thoughts on Takagi Ken, so bare with me-

I personally really enjoyed what the dub did with his voice tho! Like, they didn’t have to snatch my love for this man like that-

Deadass, I was so worried that they wouldn’t give him a black VA since Funimation sometimes has issues with stuff like that (i.e. Michiko Malandro) and it was just relieving hearing this man, having most of his lines (AAVE included) in tact and properly delivered. And then the scene with his wife and son was just perfect asdfghjkl

Takagi Ken NSFW Hcs:

When it comes down to it, Takagi is a love-maker over straight fucker any day

That isn’t to say that he goes slow with it, but he’s going to be feeling you up the whole time with scented candles and a bedroom track playing in the background as he’s sending you into euphoria

This man is big on dirty talk and will whisper the filthiest shit in your ear

He’s really big on admiring your body, from the way you bounce back on his cock to the expressions you make as he’s hitting deep inside of you

He’s the type to be big on giving over receiving and prefers that you’re practically overstimulated by the time he feels it’s necessary to begin pumping his cock inside of you

He’s an ass man, hands down, and won’t hesitate to hot-dog those cheeks to tease 

Ass worship is common coming from him. He worships your body in general, no matter the shape or size of any of your body parts, but the ass is just going to get more attention

He isn’t too big on being called many names and it’s a turn-off if you call him by his hero name. He prefers to keep hero life separate from this aspect of your relationship and it doesn’t help his already set bedroom mood if you’re suddenly calling out the name he uses for his strenuous and dangerous job

Rock Lock lingerie on the other hand-

BBC

He doesn’t enjoy being teased or edged, but they do tend to do some things to him that he’s a little less than proud to admit to

[rukia-writes]

Headcanons with aizawa with a s/o who is Rock Lock sister?

Me, getting this ask:

❤️First and foremost Rock lock (Ken takagi) are friends. Absolutely cool with each other since they see things almost the same.

❤️Granted! Ken watched Aizawa like a hawk for almost a week making sure Aizawa was a fit for his sister.

❤️Aizawa passed of course, and the two are cool now.

❤️Ken always makes his sister baby sit on the weekends while he and his wife go out.

❤️Which in return makes Aizawa baby sit as well.

❤️Aizawa doesn’t mind at all. He’s used to watching teenagers but he can handle a baby just as well if not better.

❤️Surprisingly is able to get the baby to sleep at his supposed time, feeds him, changes him whatever the case.

❤️He will play peek a boo with the baby and his s/o records the whole time with tears running down her face and a smile on her lips.

❤️Sometimes, Aizawa’s s/o uses her quirk to lock down Aizawa’s glasses or something making Aizawa sigh and saying that

❤️”I have to leave for class soon and i would like to be on time.”

❤️”I haven’t received my kiss for the day so you’re not leaving until-“

❤️Aizawa kisses her on the lips.

❤️Aizawa wanted to kiss her anyways.

❤️Always leads to other things and he’s never on time for work.

❤️Aizawa loves her, He also loves her lips okay?

✨Rukia-Writes✨

[kirithots]

Kinktober Day 29-Cheating

Ken Takagi x Reader

Disclaimers: smut with no plot, pretty vanilla, hair pulling, fingering

“But your wife-”

“Forget about her. I want you.”

Ken forces you into a sloppy kiss, pulling you into his lap and groping your ass.

You moan as his hard on bumps into your clothed pussy.

“Fuck!”

He pulls your tits out of your shirt, and sucks on them hard, leaving a mark in his wake.

Your hands rest in his dark hair, pulling on it experimentally.

He growls at your touch, quickly flipping you over and putting you under him.

Your clothes are ripped away from you, and his fingers press into your core.

“So wet for me.”

He pumps his thick fingers into you, swiping his thumb against your clit.

“Please!”

“Please, what, baby?”

“Need you inside me.”

He pulls his fingers out of you and you sigh at the feeling of emptiness.

The hero strips himself of his clothes and presses his throbbing cock against your hole.

“Hurry!”

He bottoms out into you with a single thrust, both of you moaning.

“You feel so fuckin’ good.”

He begins to move, and you claw at his back, losing yourself in the pleasure.

“We’re not gonna last long if you keep clenching on my cock like that.”

You clench harder and he groans.

“Fuck!”

His thumb returns to your clit, rubbing small circles on it.

“Cum for me, come on, baby.”

Your nails dig into his back as you cum, screaming in pleasure as he keeps thrusting into you.

He can’t hold back his orgasm, cumming deep inside you, filling you to the brim with his seed.

He collapses on top of you, pressing sweet kisses on your forehead.

“Mmm, we’ll have to do this again sometime… I better go before the wife notices I’m not home on time.”

He pulls out of you and slips his clothes back on.

You grab his arm and pull him into a kiss.

“Text me, okay?”

He kisses the tip of your nose.

“I’ll be back soon, don’t worry.”

He pats your head and leaves, already imagining the next time he’s balls deep in you.

Author’s Note: Rock Lock is kinda cute though 👀

[aizawaskittenwhore]

  𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐮𝐭

words:3.7k

pairing: aizawa x fem!reader

warnings: tw mention of blood, tw mentions of death, mentions of drugs in case you forgot this is a cartel au, murder, swearing, keigo being a cocky lil fucker, sexual harassment towards the end cause yakuza men suck

rating: 18+ cause shit gets real this chapter

a/n: i FINALLY FINISHED IT FUCK YES chapter two mothafuckas!!! i’ve been having so much fun brainstorming everything to come, and here you’re gonna really get a feel for how big this cartel is. player two, f/n l/n, you’re up! <3

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𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐰𝐨: 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐝’𝐬 𝐞𝐲𝐞 𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐰 ↳ 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐧𝐞

September 13th, 2181

2:56pm

Musutafu, Japan

“Hold the fuck up. This doesn’t make any sense, I mean—these are Pros. Well known and well respected Pros, at that. The hell would they be tryna’ run a fucking cartel for?!?” Ken Takagi (more commonly known as Rock Lock) rubbed the bridge of his nose in confusion, not understanding the motive or correlation. “I mean think about it. These motherfuckers got more money than they know what to do with. Endeavor is a shareholder in goddamn Nintendo, Hawks owns his own fucking agency and line of sports cars, and I could’ve sworn I saw Eraser getting Shinsou fitted for a fucking Cuban on his birthday a few months ago. It’s not like they’re strapped for cash these days.” Ken huffed, the agent’s arms crossed as he leaned back in the conference chair.

In an attempt to try and broaden the range on your current investigation, your department recruited the help of several Pros to provide reinforcements in Japan, the States, and wherever else sales were being made. Going undercover was already plenty dangerous, and going alone was the equivalent of signing your own death warrant. Enlisting the help of Rock Lock, Ryukyu, Miruko, Fatgum, Edgeshot and plenty of others was relatively easy; these were Heroes that had experience with smugglers and narcotics-based operations, so when you’d approached them with the task at hand, they’d happily agreed.

However, some needed more convincing than others.

“Takagi. Think about it. Sure, they may not be living paycheck to paycheck, but look at the timeline.” You state, looking over your shoulder towards the holographic board displaying an interactive timeline of the investigation, including photos, invoices and even audio recordings pulled from surveillance cameras. “Two years ago, we seized a truck containing approximately 78 kilograms of crack cocaine. When we questioned the driver on where he was taking it and where he got it from, he didn’t budge. Luckily for us, the dumbass wasn’t smart enough to avoid a paper trail, leaving the insurance documents in the glove compartment when we’d taken him into custody. The insurance company was under the name “Target Lance”, but after doing some digging on the name we found out the corporation went bankrupt six months before and was eventually bought out by Chevrolet.” Pausing to return to the screen welded to the wall behind you, your hands swiped as you searched for the file reading December 5th, 2178: A live video feed of a towering skyscraper being built, the building’s name reading “Chevrolet Corvette Inc.” as it hovered above tens of stories above each worker.

“But you all haven’t heard the name Chevy in a while right? That’s because two weeks after that building was built, the hundred-million dollar company was bought out by Takami Corporate-”

“-who owns Takami Motors. Which is the brand associated with the Peregrine Speedsters, Hawks’ damned sports car line.” Ken finished for you, brown spheres twinkling in sudden clarity. “Now you’re speaking my language.” You nod, hands waving as you continue to brief the room of Pros.

“The Todoroki and Nintendo console collaboration didn’t happen until about earlier this year, March to be specific. Which is quite convenient..since around that time the price of cocaine per gram stabilized in both America and Japan, rising from $112 to $138 bucks a pop. I’m nobody to speak on looks either, but for as long as we’ve known of him, Eraser has dressed like a depressed college student with insomnia that doesn’t understand the concept of soap or a pair of clippers. Now he’s got his wife in Cartier bracelets and getting his shirts tailored because the collar “doesn’t allow him enough room for his capture weapon”?!? Bullshit.” You huff, stifling a smile as you watch Miruko and Edgeshot snicker in their seats at your...blunt observation.

“It makes sense. Three years ago all our agencies, including those overseas, started cutting our checks down by half. They can barely afford to pay us a quarter of what we used to make, and these guys are making these lavish purchases while we all starve?? No way. Something’s fishy, and it’s damn sure not this takoyaki.” Fatgum spat, hands quivering with rage as he struggled to grasp the food with his chopsticks.

“Fatgum’s right. Hero unemployment is at a staggering 8.7 percent. Meanwhile, these men are spending money like it’s going out of style. It makes no sense.” Miruko pondered, Ryukyu folding her hands in her lap as she voiced her approval for immediate action. Edgeshot nodded in agreement, brows furrowed in frustration at this blatant disregard for the law. “So we’re all in agreement that our own people have resorted to breaking the law. Cool, got it. Question is, why? And what the hell are we gonna do about it?” Ken demanded, his patience having worn thin from all this speculation.

“Good question. I think they’re trying to take advantage of the tough spot the Hero Commission is in right now, manipulate that vulnerability and use it for their own gain. They’re not invulnerable to the tough times Pros are facing in the workforce. So they’ve gotten together to try and make it work for them, even if it means breaking the law.” You query, hands typing furiously at the virtual screen to pull up the files of each Hero, displaying all the current information on them from their blood type to each known family member. “These three banding together though? Along with other people? There’s no way. They hate each other. Or at the very least couldn’t get anything done even if they did have a common goal in mind.” Edgeshot murmured lowly.

“I thought so too. But then it hit me: it’s not just some flimsy group project. Sure, crime has gone up since the formation of this cartel, but nobody who holds any rank has been murdered or harmed in any way. No no no, these guys are singing in tune for now...which means there’s a damn good choir director among them. So I’ve volunteered to go undercover, work my way through this organization and figure out just how high up this goes.” You assert, shoulders rigid and chin aloft as the harnesses of your costume frame your figure.

“Alone?? Are you outta your goddamn mind? Let me go, you’ll need back up-” Rock Lock sputters, hands fanning out in shock.

“No way. What about your wife, your kid?! This isn’t just some average drug bust, we’re dealing with powerful men in possession of superhuman abilities that have the game on lockdown. You’ve got too much to lose, more than any of us anyway. Edgeshot and I will go, we’ve seen the other side of the law before, and our quirks are better suited for stealth should anything go wrong.” You fire, eyes narrowing into slits. “The rest of you will be working in tandem with the DEA and our resources, and we’ll report back to you with all future developments. We’ll also need you to be ready to fight at a moment’s notice, if we need it.”

A thick silence clogged the air, Ken settling back into his seat across the table. His amber eyes flickered in irritation before huffing in acceptance, the situation being out of his hands. All the conference participants’ gazes fixed in determination, some with anger. The tense aura weighed on everyone present before Miruko cleared her throat, ivory teeth gleaming in a smirk.

“Well we’ve got a solid plan. So all I wanna know is...when do we start?

June 2nd, 2182

In all honesty...you thought the nickname was just a sad attempt to stroke his ego. But seeing the way over seventy commercial-size planes and approximately 30 seaplanes sat aloft balmy concrete in the Guadalajara sun showed you exactly why they called Hawks “Lord of The Skies”. Arrays of laborers with avian-oriented quirks loaded kilo after kilo of coke on to each and every plane, some by hand and others by forklift. Welders were personally hand selected by Keigo himself to eliminate the issue of utilizing every available inch of space; each vessel having been stripped of everything from the seats to the built in mini-bars (much to Keigo’s chagrin). From where you stood in the scalding hot beams, the runway seemed to extend for miles as it brimmed with visible heat-waves.

Dressed in a simple black tank top, black biker type shorts, aluminum plated gauntlets, steel toed combat boots and harnesses that encapsulated the curves of your body before coming to a stop at your thighs, you silently rejoiced in the airflow your gear allowed you in spite of the color. The bandanna atop your hairline helped to absorb some of the sweat, which was a bonus.

“Not bad for a starter fleet huh? The wingspan on these babies almost makes me jealous.” A rich and decadent voice called from your left. Sleek carmine appendages and brassy blond hair entered your peripheral vision, giving way to the man who ran the show: Keigo Takami. Adorned in a pair of low rise denim jeans that were so incomprehensibly tight they accentuated every bit of his dick (which was likely intentional), a plain white tee and ebony cowboy boots that looked like they cost three times what you make in a week; he most definitely looked the part of the People Magazine’s “Sexiest Man Alive” and Playboy’s “Player of the Month” titles he’d earned. Luminous olive skin glistened with sweat, droplets sliding down the deep v neck of his shirt with ease; the way the daisy-hued fabric stuck to his crafted abdomen leaving nothing to the imagination. Tourmaline and Argentium piercings dangled effortlessly from both ears, and if you weren’t so hell-bent on putting the motherfucker in jail you would’ve had no problem admitting how attractive he really was.

“Starter fleet? You’re about to put Delta out of business, look at this shit!” You guffaw, arms folded, an eyebrow raised in astonishment at his “humble” admission. “Flattery will get you everywhere, and then some.” Keigo chuckles, breath hot against your ear the instant he bends at the waist, hands settled in his pockets with that cocky aura about him.

“-And having your damn breath against my ear in 107 degree weather will, respectfully, get you my foot up your ass. I didn’t fly down here to get treated like one of your poor interns. I came here to make money, so let’s talk it.” You lash, the climbing tempature slicing your tolerance for bullshit to shreds.

“Shit. Straight to the point huh? I like it. You wanna talk shop, say no more. Over lunch though, I’m starving out here.” Keigo clicks his teeth with a grin, escorting the two of you towards the very jet he’d arrived in. “A little unknown fact about me, usually I hate flying ”conventionally”. Gives me anxiety, and I’m awful company when I’m nervous.”

Settling into the light taupe hued cabin, you observe the not-so-subtle elements of class. Ivory shochu bottles with intricate crystalline glasses to match, the bar fully stocked with gold accents along the upholstery. Plates of costly Kobe style beef rested atop spotless porcelain, romaine lettuce coupled with grilled applewood bacon, chicken, avocado and buttermilk dressing settled into envy-inducing black marble bowls. The plane was spacious, and certainly cost a pretty penny or two. “You’re upfront, so I’ll be honest with you. As of right now, this plane is the last thing I’m worried about-” Hawks mutters lowly, dijon eyelets tapering into thin slivers.

“-It’s the Shie Hassaikai making their encore appearance, and with the Colombians at that.”

You choke on a sip of Vega Sicilia, pupils dilating at the thought. 

“Now you spoke about wanting to make some money, right?” You nod, heart rate steadily rising. 

“What if I could offer you something more? Something of...extensive value.” Keigo drawled, dark undertone flooding the air like a thick smoke.  “Like what, Takami?” You inquire.

“A seat at the table.” He shrugs, like one would if they were discussing something as trivial as ice cream flavors or Friday night plans, not the reorganization of a crime syndicate. “You’ve been workin’ for me shy of a year now right? Somethin’ like that? Anyway..”

He takes a deep, contemplative swig of the chestnut liquid, eyes boring into yours. 

“You’re efficient, and you don’t take anyone’s shit. Good help’s hard to find in our line of work, and before you know it, this little hierarchy is gonna go under some..reorganization. Only the people who aren’t afraid to get their hands dirty will have a place in the new order, so I want you there.”

“What’s the catch? I’m not dumb enough to just assume this is some promotion for busting my ass.” You tread, brain working double-time to try and decipher just what Keigo’s getting at. “Clever girl. It’s a simple task, in and out.” He assures, middle and ring finger sliding a matte-finish photo across the mahogany. Displayed was Kinan Zango, a member of the Shie Hassaikai’s middle rankings shaking hands with Joaquin Fuentes, a Columbia native known for having a body count in the double digits. 

“Another fact about me: Only one thing heightens my anxiety more than planes...people who fuck with my money. This asshole Kinan’s been selling my routes to the fucking Columbians and pocketing the profits, and getting 20% of the product as a little “thank you” when he knows nobody moves coke through the Gulf other than Takami fucking Keigo. He’s becoming a problem, and I don't like those.” Kei growls, left eye twitching minutely. His nails are sinking into the polish of the wood, his energy vehemently furious.

“Take care of this for me, and you’ll be my plus one to Guadalajara tomorrow.”

The general public often made the mistake of writing Keigo off as just your average “pretty boy”. Whereas a trained eye could see that while he may be pretty, he was nobody to be tested. The sheer intellect he possesses to seek, hand-craft each and every route, assign planes to their designated locations along with alternatives should there ever be an issue? He just didn’t get enough credit. 

So he took major offense when someone had the audacity to treat his hard work as though it was theirs.

Besides.. you got a man with looks, money and bloodlust? Tch. You’ve just created a monster.

You weren’t necessarily opposed to the idea of ridding the world of another drug-dealing degenerate, but the idea of casually committing a murder as a DEA agent in a foreign country just didn't sit right with you. Undercover agents weren’t permitted a “license to kill” should the investigation call for it either, so it was between committing a murder as government agent, or declining Keigo’s request and missing out on a front row seat to the cartel’s entire operation.

The silence that followed his sentence was deafening. Ice cubes chimed loftily as they swirled around inside his glass, clear liquid sloshing around while he awaited an answer.

Your jaw sets, eyes piercing into his. 

“Consider it done.”

Blood spattered onto the pale concrete, moonlight illuminating the scarlet hues. Your knuckles throbbed with pain, the sensation blossoming through your hand as your lips curled back in a snarl, vigorously ridding your hands of the other man’s bodily fluids. 

“ If you really think coming after me for that bird brained motherfucker is gonna change anything, you got another thing fucking coming.” Kinan spat, nose steadily flowing with red. His lip was busted, face splotched with yellowing purple bruises. Tugging at his restraints he thrashed, mouth spewing white-hot venom.

“You’re talking a lot of shit for a middle-ranking yakuza who thinks some new coke routes is gonna keep the Hassaikai from dumping your body on the side of some road in Zacatecas.” You observe, sending a harsh kick between the mans ribs, steel toed boots making an audible crack. “The Japanese are like Dixie Cups to them...”‘use em’ once, then throw em’ away”, right? You’re a fool if you think your days aren't numbered once you wear out your welcome.”

“Fuck you. You’re little boy toy threw a temper tantrum, so he sent you to “take care of things”, isn’t that right?” Kinan coos, eyes softening in a mocking pout. 

“Trust me, you're not the first slut Takami’s been sticking it in that he’s sent to kill me. Only difference between you and the rest of those bitches-” He huffs, head craning back against the metal chair to let our a soft breath of laughter. “-is that you’re gonna put up a fight.”

Suddenly his bones began to shift, popping and snapping as his skin began to pool below him; you recoiled in fear watching his body slowly slip from his imprisonment like gelatin exits a mold.

“I’ve got elastic bones kid! Whatever breaks just snaps right back into place.”

Skin stretching and pulling as he regained his original form, legs sprinting towards you. Before you could fire off your Quirk’s sonic blast his grip seized the back of your neck, a blade taking residence just below your left eye; it’s tip pressing uncomfortably into your water line. 

“Now, if you're good, I’ll make it quick. Though I’m known for being pretty... through with my toys.” Kinan leers, a hand slowly slithering down your sides to reach for the muscle of your ass. 

“Go to hell, and die there while you’re at it!” You shout.

Bile creeping into your throat, you seize the momentary shift in energy, generating a small sound wave that sent Kinan a few feet to your left; giving the two of you some distance. Your Quirk allowed you to absorb sound to power-up your physical movements, or send it out in the form of sonic blasts or sound waves, so the louder the sound, the more power it gave you. Readying your fists in anticipation for combat, you silently willed for a sudden disruption in the deafening silence as he rushed back to your rigid body. 

What you didn’t anticipate was that the sudden bang that filled the air, and the lifeless body of Kinan dropping to your feet with a thud, his head...

excavated, for lack of a better word.

“Don’t you know the entire point of having backup while under cover is to... call for backup?” Edgeshot snarked, striding towards you, gun settled back into it’s holster. His foot carelessly nudged the bleeding man before removing a Polaroid camera from his knapsack and snapping a photo of the carnage.

“W-what the fuck?! Look, I don’t mean to sound ungrateful when I say this, but what the absolute fuck did you just do??? We’re government agents, in a foreign country, we can’t just fucking murder these assholes nor do we have the license to-” You sputter, brows arching in frustration.

“This was your ticket into Guadalajara. I just secured you box seats when you were this close to getting stuck in the damned nosebleeds. I believe the correct words you’re looking for are thank you.” Kamihara snaps, shoving the photo into your hand. 

“We’re in a world completely different from our own. It’s forgiveness first, and permission later down here. I don’t like it either...but it’s just the way things are.” He sighs, hanging his head while his shoulders settled like the solar system rested on them. 

“I’ll take care of this. Now take that to Hawks, and don’t you dare fuck it up. Don’t let me have killed this poor asshole in vain.” 

You nod, stepping over Kinan’s body. 

Good riddance.

“Thank you, by the way.” You putter. Kamihara returns the sentiment with a nod, before turning to the corpse before him, phone raised to his ear as he spoke with whoever was on the opposite line, eyes that were once grey now swam with deep scarlet.

“Excellent work! I won’t lie, I had a feeling you were hardcore, but damn, this is some seamless shit! You deserve my praise.” Keigo beams, pearly teeth sparkling in the light of the cabin. Nodding in acceptance you grasped his hand upon his offering, permitting him to escort you towards your respective aircraft.

“Well, a promise is a promise. And if nothing else, I’m most certainly a man of my word. Meet me at this airstrip same time tomorrow, 8am. Pack light, Mexico’s a bitch in the summer, though you already know that.”

“Got it. Pleasure doing business with you, Hawks.”

“Call me Keigo, if you want. I hate all the formal shit, long as we got respect, that's all I need.” He shrugs.

“Understood. See you tomorrow, Keigo.” You affirm, climbing the ladder to your jet, body visibly relaxing at the thought of rest.

“Wait--before you go, I wanted to ask ya. What’s with the whole ancient hieroglyphics tat you got goin on, on your spine? It just looks familiar, is all.” He queries.

Home.

November 12th, 2174.

“Y/N! I found somethin’! It’s this super cool protection rune I found in grandma’s things. Check it out! It wards off all evil, and whoever’s in possession of it can, like, balance their energy with the divine power.”

“You’re such a hippie, I swear to god.” You grin.

“Don’t hate because my chakras are balanced and yours aren’t, bitch.” She grinned, index and thumb coming together to flick your forehead. 

“At least take it with you for your exam, for good luck! Pleaseeeee! I think it’ll really help.” Her doe eyes melting your steely resolve. You could never deny her, those eyes constantly solidifying her role as the younger sister. 

“...Only if you’ll clean my room for me when I come back for Christmas.” You demand, an eyebrow raised in mirth.

“Deal.”

And even though you never did admit it to her, that tiny piece of paper tucked into your bra did more for you during that exam than any late night cram session ever could’ve.

“It’s a protection rune. To ward off all evil energies, spirits and all that shit.” You mutter.

“Hm. Looks like it works, seeing how well tonight panned out for ya. Could use me one, would probably keep old man Todoroki out my fuckin’ hair.” He chuckles, hands releasing from the railing as he threw you a wave.

“But I wouldn’t worry too much about tomorrow, anyway. I got a feeling you’re gonna fit in just fine with us.” He smirked.

Ah.

If only that were true, Keigo.

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by Yamu_Yam_Swirl

76394... That was the number that had been on your neck as long as you could remember. You never understood why you or any of your fellow orphans had them but you never really cared about it. You had your twin sister, Emma, your best friends, Norman and Ray, you had your other orphans, and your beloved Mama. That's all you cared for. ------------------------- October 12th 2045... The day everything changed. The day your little sister, Conny, was "adpoted". ------------------------- - None of the characters are mine! All belong to Kohei Horikoshi and Kaiu Shirai. -Will go into the manga but I'll most likely change the end of The Promised Neverland because I didn't like the actual ending that much :( -It's probably going to be a mess but please still enjoy!

Words: 605, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: 約束のネバーランド | Yakusoku no Neverland | The Promised Neverland (Anime), 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia, 約束のネバーランド | Yakusoku no Neverland | The Promised Neverland (Manga)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death

Characters: Midoriya Izuku, Uraraka Ochako, Iida Tenya, Todoroki Shouto, Aoyama Yuuga, Ashido Mina, Kaminari Denki, Ojiro Mashirao, Kirishima Eijirou, Satou Rikidou, Shouji Mezou, Jirou Kyouka, Sero Hanta, Tokoyami Fumikage, Bakugou Katsuki, Yaoyorozu Momo, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Kayama Nemuri | Midnight, Nezu, Shuuzenji Chiyo | Recovery Girl, Thirteen (My Hero Academia), Monoma Neito, Kendou Itsuka, Toogata Mirio, Hadou Nejire, Amajiki Tamaki, Shinsou Hitoshi, Hatsume Mei, Fukukado Emi | Ms. Joke, Todoroki Enji | Endeavor, Takami Keigo | Hawks, Hakamata Tsunagu | Best Jeanist, Kamihara Shinya | Edgeshot, Usagiyama Rumi | Miruko, Nishiya Shinji | Kamui Woods, Tatsuma Ryuuko | Ryuukyuu, Sakamata Kuugo | Gang Orca, Takeyama Yuu | Mount Lady, Toyomitsu Taishirou | Fat Gum, Moashi Juuzou | Centipeder, Native (My Hero Academia), Takagi Ken | Rock Lock, Sousaki Shino | Mandalay, Tsuchikawa Ryuuko | Pixie-bob, Shiretoko Tomoko | Ragdoll, Chatora Yawara | Tiger, Sasaki Mirai | Sir Nighteye, Awata Kaoruko | Bubble Girl, Akaguro Chizome | Stain, Tobita Danjuurou | Gentle Criminal, Aiba Manami | La Brava, Sensei | All For One, Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko, Kurogiri (My Hero Academia), Garaki Kyuudai | Ujiko Daruma, Dabi (My Hero Academia), Toga Himiko, Bubaigawara Jin | Twice, Iguchi Shuuichi | Spinner, Sako Atsuhiro | Mr. Compress, Hikiishi Kenji | Magne, Chisaki Kai | Overhaul, Eri (My Hero Academia), Izumi Kouta, Alicia (The Promised Neverland), Anna (The Promised Neverland), Carol (The Promised Neverland), Chris (The Promised Neverland), Conny (The Promised Neverland), Dominic (The Promised Neverland), Don (The Promised Neverland), Emma (The Promised Neverland), Gilda (The Promised Neverland), Isabella (The Promised Neverland), Jemima (The Promised Neverland), Krone (The Promised Neverland), Lannion (The Promised Neverland), Mark (The Promised Neverland), Nat (The Promised Neverland), Norman (The Promised Neverland), Phil (The Promised Neverland), Ray (The Promised Neverland), Rossi (The Promised Neverland), Thoma (The Promised Neverland), Yvette (The Promised Neverland), Adam (The Promised Neverland), Andrew (The Promised Neverland), Ayshe (The Promised Neverland), Barbara (The Promised Neverland), Cislo (The Promised Neverland), Gillian (The Promised Neverland), Hayato (The Promised Neverland), Jin (The Promised Neverland), Lucas (The Promised Neverland), Oliver (The Promised Neverland), Pepe (The Promised Neverland), Peter Ratri, Sandy (The Promised Neverland), Sonya (The Promised Neverland), Vincent (The Promised Neverland), Violet (The Promised Neverland), William Minerva, Zack (The Promised Neverland), Zazie (The Promised Neverland), Yuugo (The Promised Neverland), Him | The One (The Promised Neverland), Mujika | Musica (The Promised Neverland), Sonju (The Promised Neverland), Leuvis | Lewis (The Promised Neverland)

Additional Tags: Manga & Anime, Canon - Manga, Crossover, Sad with a Happy Ending, The Promised Neverland Manga Spoilers, The Promised Neverland Anime Spoilers, My Hero Academia Spoilers, How Do I Tag, Major Character Injury, Character Death, Minor Character Death, POV First Person, Self-Insert, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Midoriya Izuku Has Multiple Quirks, Grace Field House (The Promised Neverland), Help

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Manga the Week of 1/19/22

SEAN: The third week of January brings many and varied things to help warm us up in these cold nights.

Yen On has three debuts. Dragon and Ceremony (Ryu to Sairei) stars a wandmaker who has to repair a wand within a time limit. The trouble is, it needs the heart of a dragon… which haven’t been seen for centuries!

ASH: Wait, is that a non-isekai fantasy novel?

SEAN: The second debut is My Happy Marriage (Watashi no Shiawase na Kekkon). A noble who has endured abuse from her family most of her life is married off to a cold, uncaring soldier. But will this turn out to be a wonderful pairing after all? I’ve heard good things about this.

MICHELLE: I might check this one out.

ANNA: It sounds intriguing!

MELINDA: Hmmm, maybe?

SEAN: The third title is Sabikui Bisco, which was briefly Rust-Eater Bisco until it was decided to keep the Japanese. Our heroes try to find a miracle cure in the middle of a post-apocalyptic desert. This sounds very, very Shonen Jump, and was very popular in Japan when it first came out.

ASH: And another!

SEAN: We also see Bofuri: I Don’t Want to Get Hurt, so I’ll Max Out My Defense 4, Bungo Stray Dogs 7, The The Irregular at Magic High School 18 (I will die on this running gag hill), I’ve Been Killing Slimes for 300 Years and Maxed Out My Level 11, Magical Girl Raising Project 12, The Saga of Tanya the Evil 9, So I’m a Spider, So What? 13, Sword Art Online Progressive 7, and You Call That Service? 5.

Yen Press has new volumes! Bofuri: I Don’t Want to Get Hurt, so I’ll Max Out My Defense 3, Carole and Tuesday 3 (the final volume), Golden Japanesque: A Splendid Yokohama Romance 4, Murcielago 18, Overlord 14, Slasher Maidens 4, Teasing Master Takagi-san 13, Toilet-Bound Hanako-kun 12, and Val x Love 11.

ASH: It’s a good week for Yen readers!

SEAN: Viz debuts Record of Ragnarok (Shuumatsu no Walküre), which runs in Comic Zenon. Do you like muscles? Do you like martial arts? Do you like tournament arcs? This is the manga for you.

ASH: I will admit to being curious.

ANNA: OK!

MELINDA: Another maybe for me!

SEAN: We also see Assassin’s Creed: Blade of Shao Jun 3, BEASTARS 16, Hell’s Paradise: Jigokuraku 12, No. 5 3, The Way of the Househusband 7, and Ultraman 16.

MICHELLE: I need to get caught up on The Way of the Househusband.

ASH: Same. I’ve loved what I’ve read so far, though!

ANNA: It is so great.

SEAN: Udon Entertainment has the 3rd and final omnibus of Steins;Gate 0.

Tokyopop has Her Royal Highness Seems to be Angry 3.

Square Enix Manga gives us Soul Eater: The Perfect Edition 5.

Seven Seas has a spinoff debuting: Reincarnated as a Sword: Another Wish (Tensei Shitara Ken Deshita Another Wish). I’m… not sure how it differs from the main series, but hey.

They also have a rare Mature title that isn’t Ghost Ship: Succubus and Hitman. It runs in… oh dear. It runs in Champion Red, and is about a succubus who forces a college student to murder the wicked. The lack of sex keeps this on the main label, I think.

Also from Seven Seas: Bloom Into You Anthology 2, The Ideal Sponger Life 10, Love Me for Who I Am 5 (the final volume), Miss Kobayashi’s Dragon Maid: Kanna’s Daily Life 9, Monster Guild: The Dark Lord’s (No-Good) Comeback! 2, No Matter What You Say, Furi-san is Scary! 2, The NPCs in this Village Sim Game Must Be Real! 2, Slow Life In Another World (I Wish!) 2, and Species Domain 12 (also a final volume).

In print, Kodansha has 10 Dance 6, APOSIMZ 8, Sachi’s Monstrous Appetite 6 (the final volume), Toppu GP 6, and When Will Ayumu Make His Move? 3.

MICHELLE: At last, more 10 Dance!

ASH: Yes!

MELINDA: I am depressed to be so far behind in 10 Dance, but I guess I need to fix that!

SEAN: Kodansha did one of their “let’s announce the day before release to screw Sean up” announcements. Out already is MF Ghost, which focuses on the MFG racing circuit, and is from the creator of Initial D. No, the MF is not what you’re thinking. It runs in Young Magazine, and 10 volumes are now available.

MELINDA: I wish more things with “ghost” in the title were actually about ghosts. I like ghosts.

SEAN: The digital debut for next week is The Lines that Define Me (Sen wa, Boku wo Egaku), a Weekly Shonen Magazine title about the joys of India-ink painting. The mere fact that a title like this can get licensed these days is a joy.

ASH: It really is.

ANNA: Wow.

SEAN: Also digital: And Yet, You Are So Sweet 5, Blue Lock 11, Hozuki’s Coolheadedness 6, My Darling Next Door 4, Saint Young Men 15, and Yozakura Quartet 28, which Kodansha says is the final volume, though I can’t verify that. Remember when Yozakura Quartet 1 came out? From Del Rey?

MICHELLE: I sure do.

ANNA: Me too.

SEAN: J-Novel Club has Altina the Sword Princess 12, Can Someone Please Explain What’s Going On?! 8, Endo and Kobayashi Live! The Latest on Tsundere Villainess Lieselotte 2 (the final volume), The Great Cleric 6, How a Realist Hero Rebuilt the Kingdom 15, Maddrax 2, Slayers 12, and The White Cat’s Revenge as Plotted from the Dragon King’s Lap 6 (which is a surprise to me, as I was sure 5 was the last).

Ghost Ship has a 2nd volume of Desire Pandora.

And Airship has 4 new light novel volumes in print. Drugstore in Another World: The Slow Life of a Cheat Pharmacist 4, Mushoku Tensei: Jobless Reincarnation 14, Reborn as a Space Mercenary: I Woke Up Piloting the Strongest Starship! 3, and The Strange Adventure of a Broke Mercenary 3.

While digitally we get Accomplishments of the Duke’s Daughter 4 and Trapped in a Dating Sim: The World of Otome Games is Tough for Mobs 5.

Don’t burn manga for warmth! Read them!

By: Sean Gaffney

[ao3feed-aizawashouta]

by redbarricade

Y/N Blanche just wants to be a hero. Clad with her drive, ukulele, and new friends, it's time to take on U.A.'s prestigious hero course. Life, however, is a fickle thing and throws curve ball after curve ball her and her classmates must tackle. Will they come out on top? Or fold under the pressure.

Words: 2528, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: F/M

Characters: Midoriya Izuku, Todoroki Shouto, Bakugou Katsuki, Original Characters, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Uraraka Ochako, Iida Tenya, Yaoyorozu Momo, Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Takagi Ken | Rock Lock, Todoroki Enji | Endeavor, Class 1-A (My Hero Academia), Class 1-B (My Hero Academia), Shinsou Hitoshi, Hatsume Mei

Relationships: Todoroki Shouto/Reader

Additional Tags: Reader-Insert, Friends to Lovers, Light Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Action & Romance, My Hero Academia: Two Heroes (Movie), My Hero Academia: Heroes: Rising (Movie), Class 1-A Shenanigans (My Hero Academia), You're a Hero!, Loss of Limbs, Hospitalization, Original Character Death(s), Original Plot for a few parts/chapters, slight changing of the plot, mentions of grey's anatomy (only once)