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𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐬.

☼ 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: lexi howard x male!black!reader

☼ 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: brief mention of sexual activity

☼ 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: fluff

𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭(𝐞𝐝)?: Lexi Howard with a really buff black himbo bf is something that makes everyone around her jealous - anonymous.

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 730+

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Through trial and minimal effort, Lexi Howard obtained a brick house.

𝘈/𝘕: This lacks the jealousy component, but it's the first thing I've successfully written in a week so I'm a little proud. Send the requests in, and if you've already sent one expect them to be posted tomorrow and Monday!

Your muscles caught Lexi's attention first.

The cheer team decided to work on the side of the field while the football players practiced, and Lexi just so happened to be waiting for Cassie on the bleachers.

The sun was beating down on the field and cast a golden glow making you and your exposed skin in that cropped muscle tee and basketball shorts look damn near angelic.

She watched as the underclassmen nearly collapsed in exhaustion from exertion and the heat while you smiled and yelled words of encouragement as you and the rest of the upperclassmen carried on.

The girls joined Lexi at her spot on the bleachers. Maddy insisted on waiting for Nate. Lexi went back to pretending to do her homework, but when her eyes left the papers in her lap, and she'd fumbled pencil hand too many times, the rest of the group quickly spotted what held her attention.

Maddy leaned forward over her shoulder to directly see what Lexi stared at.

"Y/N? That's who you're staring at, right?"

The rest of the girls turned their wandering eyes to you. 6 feet something and built like a brick wall, it was hard not to see you.

"Tall, dark, and handsome? He's your type Lex?" Maddy continued to inquire, the matchmaker cogs in her head, turning as her eyes went from you to the book nerd in the seat in front of her.

<3

The next time Lexi saw you was in the hallway. She was on her way to her next class and quite literally crashed into you while rushing to Calc on the third floor.

Pretty impressive for her not to see you. Even more impressive was how you caught her before she hit the floor with her books.

You grabbed her shoulders, pulling her close to your chest.

Her cheeks immediately reddened when she realized who'd caught her and spread to her neck when her eyes met yours. Wide and doe-like eyes, and a large hand reaching up to grab her cheeks as you checked her for a possible injury.

Books still spread on the hallway floor, but all Lexi could focus on was the warmth of your palm and the color of your eyes.

"Airhead, we gotta go to lunch, 'm hungry."

The brief encounter between the two of you was stopped short by Nate hitting your shoulder, dropping to pick up the remaining books of Lexi's, stacking them back in her arms and following Nate down the hall.

'Handsome and a gentleman.' Lexi concluded as her eyes followed your movement through the students in the hall.

<3

Bumping into you became a regular occurrence. It wasn't on purpose, but each time Lexi found more and more joy in seeing the strain of your biceps and deep concerned tone.

Bumping into each other turned into acknowledging each other's existence while passing in the halls. You brightly waved at the girl so much smaller than you while her friends giggled around her, cooing, "Y/N and Lexi, sittin' in a tree…" and other jokes once you'd passed.

And soon, those smiles and waves turned to casual conversation, and Lexi learned something.

If she had to name a fictional character that mirrored your personality, it'd definitely be Thor.

Your skin was obviously far from pale, and your hair grew to the sun instead, but much like the god of lightning in Marvel, when you and Lexi spoke, each conversation left behind a disorienting feeling.

"… he's like an environmentally-destructive Steve Jobs-"

"Who?"

"Who- Do you mean Steve Jobs or Musk?"

"Yes."

"Which one, Musk or Jobs?"

"Yes."

"WHICH ONE?"

<3

You were each other's New Years' kiss. And this time the collision was intentional.

You'd been acquaintances for months at this point, and she leaned in to kiss you when the crowd screamed 'one!'

From that night, the two of you began dating.

You follow her like a golden retriever and her indulging in your idiotic insistent thoughts.

"What are you doing?" Lexi walked into the kitchen, naked under your shirt, legs wobbly and unstable as a semblance of last night's activities. Your parents were out of town, so Lexi stayed with you for the week.

"Seeing if I can actually be electrocuted by shoving a fork into a toaster," you said casually, hunched over the counter, fork in hand.

"Y/N, nO!"

Lexi loved her very buff, very idiotic boyfriend (sometimes).

The Wolves and the Doe

Viking KiriBaku x FemReader

Hey yall! I'm still on my haitus but I TOTALLY forgot to post this on here. I posted it on AO3 but not here. It has been sitting in my drafts for who knows how long. Sorry about that. Either who. Here you go. I love this peice.

Since you were a little girl you had loved the son of a Jarl and the son of a great warrior, but life took you away from them. When they come back to you, it's almost as you first met. A chase. A hunt. The wolves and the doe.

Note: Mentions of Norse gods, periods and the demons that they are, mentions of blood, Predator vs prey mentality, mentions of Kiribaku obviously. Some NSFW close to the end. No smut. Sadly.

Growing up as the king’s youngest daughter you were always pampered and spoiled. You were daddy’s little girl. His favourite girl. Yet that also meant you could get away with a lot of things. Tripping in the procession? That’s fine. The poor little one tripped on a stone. Interrupting your father to tell him that you think some random lady looks pretty? Look at you being a kind little princess. Sneaking off to go play with a Jarl's son and his friend? 

That was new. 

You never liked playing with the other girls of the court. They were all so stuffy and if not pampering you and trying to suck up to you. As much as you didn’t mind the attention, it wasn’t what you wanted nor what tickled your fancy. 

It was one time, when you were not older than six, you had wandered away from your family that sat posed in the great hall. You had magically found your way outside where a group of friends were playing around. They were wrestling and fighting one another. Out of the group your eyes couldn’t leave two of them. You hid behind a wooden pole to watch them. 

The tallest of the boys was a blond. He had spiky blond hair that made him look a bit like a porcupine to you. He had red maroon eyes and a boisterous laugh and smile. He seemed to be confident and hold an aura of control and pride to him. Another kid that seemed to be rather close to him, slightly smaller, was a boy with black hair that came into is face. He had wide ruby eyes, like a jewel or crisp apple. He had a scar over his right eye and seemed to be the strongest out of all of them. 

They played around with two other boys and a girl. One boy had black hair and the other had yellow hair with a black mark in it. He must have been a relative to a seer. You heard of them with their mystical powers and connection to the gods. The only girl had fluffy pink hair and seemed just as rowdy as the boys. 

You watched all of them enviously. 

“Come on, Eijiro. You can hit him harder than that!” The ash blond shouted at the kid with the black hair and scar. 

The boy put his hands together and looked down. “Sorry Katsuki, but I don’t want to hurt Denki.” 

“Yah, Kacchan!” The yellow haired small boy shouted, standing behind the other boy with black hair and had a straight tooth smile. “I don't want to get hit. Look at me, I’m tiny.” He hid more of his body as he glared. 

He’s false bravado made you giggle, causing attention to yourself. 

“Oi!” The ash blond child, Kacchan you guessed, stomped over to you. “Who are you! Why are you spying on us!” He shouted at you. 

You weren’t used to people shouting at you other than your older siblings. You didn’t tolerate it from others. Not liking it at all, you frowned. “I am princess Y/N! My daddy is the king and I can do whatever I want.” 

Bakugou glared at you. He didn’t like how high you placed yourself. How higher you placed yourself above him. He pointed a finger at you. “You little brat!” Before he could do something he regretted, Kirishima quickly wrapped his arms around him. 

He held the angry blond in his arms as he offered you a smile. It was odd watching them, being the same age, and yet Kirishima was restraining him pretty well. “Sorry about him, your highness.” He said, offering you a kind smile. Broad, sharp teeth and kind. You couldn’t help but soften at the look of him. 

“Well…” You looked away. “It’s fine for now. But the next time he does it, I’m telling daddy.” 

“You’re a princess?” Mina asked as she approached you bouncing on her heels in excitement. “That’s so cool. You look like the King so it must be true.” She said as she looked between you and her friends. 

“Yah, she should call her precious daddy!” Bakugou mocked as he tilted his head side to side. “You wouldn’t be able to handle me by yourself, princess. You’re weak.” 

“No, I’m not!” You stomped your foot and glared back at him. 

Sero quickly moved to stand next to Bakugou. “Uh, Katsuki.” he said with a nervous smile. “Maybe you should calm down.” He offered. 

Bakugou kept his eyes on you. “Never!” He stuck his tongue out at you childishly. “Weak little brat!” He teased you. “Can’t do anything without daddy’s help. Poor little princes-” 

A slap went through the area. You stood with an angry face as you looked down at him. Clutching his plush cheek was Bakugou. His face was set into one of pure surprise. He didn’t expect you to hit him, let alone the slap to sting. The other children were silent, not fully believing that it actually happened. 

“Keep quiet you… you… you dog!” You shouted at him angry. 

Denki retreated back as he grew nervous at how quiet Bakugou was being. “Oh no. I don’t think you should have done that, princess.” 

Bakugou’s fists balled up as he faced you again. His eyes white with rage as he seethed in anger. “You’re gonna regret that princess.” 

That’s when you did the smartest thing you did all day. 

You ran. 

You ran, not in fear but giggling for the most part. The angry blond throwing retorts and angry growls at you as you ran through the streets. People watched and wondered why you were running away from a string of other children all following one another. Bakugou was behind you trying to catch you. Kirishima was behind Bakugou trying to calm him down. Mina was behind Kirishima wanting to see what would happen next. Sero was following Mina for the same reason. Denki followed because he didn’t want to be left alone for the most part. 

You ran straight into the main hall, giggling and squealing trying to get away from Bakugou. Kirishima and Bakugou both followed you into the main hall but Mina, Sero and Denki all stopped. In the main hall was where all the leaders were meeting. Your giggling, Bakugou’s shouting and Kirishima’s apologise were what disturbed the meeting. 

You quickly ran over to your father and hid by his side. “Daddy save me!”

“Come here and fight me, princess!” Bakugou shouted in front of all the adults. Including his mother and his Jarl, Kirishima’s father, Takeo Kirishima. The two adults stood horrified as their two sons stood in front of the royal family. 

Kirishima quickly stood in front of his best friend and stopped him from approaching you any further. He forced the blond down on his knees alongside him. They were both on one knee in front of you and your family. “I’m deeply sorry for the disturbance your majesty. We were just playing outside when things got out of hand.” He apologised profusely. He knew how much his father took pride in these meetings so he knew what was best was to apologise. 

“SHE SLAPPED ME!” Bakugou shouted looking back up at you with a glare. Kirishima tugged on his friend’s ear harshly. “OW!” 

“Forgive us.” Kirishima stated his head still down in respect. 

All the adults were very amused at the whole situation. Especially your parents. Your mother laughed but looked down at the two young boys fondly. “What are your names?” 

“Eijiro Kirishima, your majesty.” Kirishima answered immediately. “Son of the great Jarl Takeo Kirishima. And this-” He kept Bakugou’s head down with a firm grip that was clearly not relanting despite the blond's struggles. “Is Katsuki Bakugou, son of Mitsuki Bakugou.” He answered for his grumbling friend. 

Your father turned to look up at the two embarrassed parents. Mitsuki was seething at her son for interrupting the meeting and showing little respect to royalty. Takeo, however, was rather impressed with his son’s level-headedness in this situation. Your father turned to look at you, who had crawled into his lap. You sat with your arms folded and a huff. “Daughter.”

You turned to your father innocently. “Yes, daddy?” You asked. 

“Did you slap Katsuki?” He asked you. 

You hesitated. You pouted. “He was being mean to me, daddy.” You pointed down at the two boys. 

The king turned to Bakugou who had calmed down a bit more. “Katsuki.” 

“Huh?” Bakugou asked as he looked up. He was roughly nudged in the ribs by Kirishima making him wince. “I mean… Yes, m’lord.” He corrected himself with a mumble. That made the other Jarls laugh. Mitsuki dragged her hands down her face as she tried not to burn with anger at her child’s show of no manners. 

“Were you bested by my daughter?” 

Bakugou huffed. “No, she ran away and I-” 

“If a doe runs away from the wolves does that not mean that the doe has won?” Your father asked as he raised an eyebrow down at the blond child. 

Bakugou opened his mouth to answer but nothing came out. He crossed his arms and looked away. “Tsk.” He scowled. “One day I’ll be a strong warrior and no stupid doe will out best me!” He loudly proclaimed. “Especially you princess!”

Your mother laughed at the child's ambition. “I don’t doubt that, if you are anything like your mother.” She turned to Kirishima. “Little Eijiro. What do you think of the blond's proclamation? You are to be a future Jarl if all goes right.” 

Kirishima was only silent for a moment. “He’s the best boy in my village, your majesty.” He said making Bakugou’s cheeks burn a slight pink but he still frowned. He nodded his head in agreement. “He’s fast, skilled and has great ambition. I don’t doubt what he says. I want him to be my second in command, like my father has Aunt Mitsuki as his.” 

Your mother nodded her head as she looked up to Takeo. “Your son has a great eye, Takeo. If Thor will have it, he just might make a strong leader one day, especially if he can deal with a Bakugou.” 

After the meeting had finished, with no more disturbances, both Jarl Takeo and Mitsuki both apologised to your family. No one minded. Bakugou, however, was now determined to try and beat you at something, dragging Kirishima along with him. There were many visits from the Bakugous and Kirishimas since that day. Whenever they were in your village with their parents you always spent time with them. Whether it was watching them fight, or running through the surrounding woods with them in a game of tag. Where you were, they were. The three of you, even though you only saw each other every few months or so, you were all close. Everyone could see it. Some even wondered at your young age, who you would choose. The Jarl’s son or the fierce warrior?

You could never choose. Never split them apart. They were great together as is. 

Then one day, when you were twelve, you woke up and there was blood everywhere. Everywhere means your sheets. You had screamed loud enough for Valhalla to hear you. You thought you were dying. You felt like it too. Your servants had run into the room you shared with your older sister. But next thing you know, no one was listening to the girl who was practically crying her eyes out. Everyone was celebrating. For what reason you hadn’t known till your mother and sister sat you down.

You weren’t a girl anymore to them. 

You had to take your princess studies more seriously now. 

Your sister took pity on you, having had experienced what you were going to be put through a two years before. Suddenly she seemed less annoying and more like your only refuge. 

So while the village celebrated and you were sulking around, you met Kirishima and Bakugou one last time. 

You met them in the woods, your secret place by a river. The two of them stood in front of you who looked like you were anything but happy. Of course you couldn’t be. Not with all you had learnt today. The moon was high in the sky and the river was still. The dark area was peaceful other than the growing tension between the three of you.

“We can’t hang out anymore.” You let out finally and quietly. 

Bakugou was the first to react like always. “HUH!” He shouted rather loudly. “Why not?” He asked as he stepped closer. 

Kirishima stopped him and shot him a look to calm down. The blond took a breath and focused back on you. Kirishima had his black hair tied back in a small ponytail, sort of spikey at the end that reminded you of Bakugou’s hair. The boy’s eyebrows furrowed. “Is it because of today?” He asked. 

The both of them weren’t entirely sure why today was a big deal. Nor why everyone was acting like it was a god’s birthday but it seemed important enough and that it had to do with you. Takeo had promised to explain to his son and his son’s best friend later when they went back home. It didn’t stop them from enjoying the festivities though. They did enjoy it until they noticed you weren’t. 

You nodded your head as you held your elbows. You shrunk your shoulders as you furrowed your eyebrows. You looked off to the side. The cool night air blew making your long dress move with you. “I… I’m not a little girl anymore. I can’t play with you guys. I need to take being a princess and a woman of this village seriously.” You recited what your mother’s handmaiden had told you. “Besides, you guys will have to train to become leaders and warriors. You won’t have time for me for the next few years.” 

The boys winced as they knew you were telling the truth. They would have to go to the trials and earn their place among men. Earn their place as warriors and protectors. They wouldn't be able to see you for the next few years. They would be plundering, training, earning their arm rings. They would have to be away from you.

They didn’t like the sound of that. Not one bit. The three of you all knew that the day would come where childish games and fun times would come to an end. 

Bakugou folded his arms over his bear chest. “How can we get your attention then?” He asked. That caught both you and Kirishima's attention. “If you can’t give us it then how can we get it?” He asked again. 

You shrugged. “I don’t know. My mom said I would have to focus on my future partner.” 

“Then that’s what we’ll do.” He proclaimed. He had already made up his mind. The blond placed his hands on his hips and nodded. “WE’RE GONNA MARRY YOU!” He pointed to you. 

“W-what!” You asked confused. “Both of you?” You asked shocked. “My father won’t allow it.”

“Yes, he will.” Bakugou said shamelessly and certain. Kirishima however was blushing red and went stiff. Bakugou threw his arm around Kirishima next to him. “I will become the best warrior this kingdom has ever seen and Eijiro will become the next Jarl of our village! Right, Eijiro?”

Kirishima nodded his head, not entirely sure what exactly he was putting himself up for but he did know, if it concerned you and Bakugou, he would do anything. “Y-yes. As a Jarl, I’ll make sure we’ll marry you.” 

Your eyebrows furrowed. You clearly weren’t convinced. Bakugou turned to Kirishima. “Oi, Eijiro. What’s that thing that people do before they get married?” 

Kiri looked at Bakugou confused. “Kiss?” 

Bakugou’s face scrunched up as he stuck his tongue out. “Gross. No.” He pushed the other boy. That made Kirishima blush bashfully and you giggled. “The other thing.” 

“Propose?” Kirishima suggested again. 

“Yah but we did that.” Bakugou stated. 

“We did?” Kirishima asked, confused. 

Bakugou opened his mouth to speak but then realised Kirishima was right. He dropped down to one knee. His face went pink but he looked determined. His red eyes looking between the two of you. “I promise to Odin and any other fuckin’ gods I need to, that I’ll marry the both of you.” He nodded his head. He pointed to his chest. “And I’ll be the best fuckin’ husband you’ll ever have.” 

You and Kirishima shared a look. Before you could comment, Kirishima did the same thing. He went on one knee before the two of you. “I promise to Odin and Freya that I’ll marry the both of you and be the most manliest and reliable husband to… to the both of you.” He stared at the blond briefly, making Bakugou turn his head trying to hide his red face. Kirishima looked back up at you. “I promise.” 

Watching them do it, you couldn’t just stand and not say anything. You pulled your dress to the side and went down on one knee. Your knee pressed against the cold damp soil. “I promise to Odin and Freya that I’ll marry the both of you and be the best wife you could ever need. Don’t think about trying to find another woman because she won’t be better than me.” You stated proudly.

And that was the last time you saw them for years. You grew, you changed physically and mentally but what stayed the same was where your heart belonged to. You were older, wiser and for one thing less spoilt. You did everything to be the best person you could be. You helped around the community, you supported your warriors and even learned a bit from them. 

Your eldest brother had passed leaving your eldest sister as the next heir to the throne. That in itself scared you. Not because you didn’t support your sister. You did, but that also meant that she couldn’t be carted off. That she wasn’t to be used as a bargaining chip anymore. You were the next royal in line. You were terrified obviously. You didn’t want to marry some fat old man of a neighbouring village or kingdom. If anything you would have rather died single. 

Your life was like that. Waking up each morning to fear. 

But for one day, that disappeared. Your father was holding a great feast for a series of successful raids that had been occurring. The guests of honours were said to be ones you hadn’t seen in years. 

You hadn’t been that excited or nervous for something in months. You dressed in your best outfit, applied face paint to your eyes, face and shoulders and made sure you looked more presantable than you were in months. 

“You know you might just attract every other person other than them right?” Your sister teased from her place upon her bed. 

You pulled on a fur around your shoulders. “Lets pray that doesn't happen.” You stated unbothered. 

Your sister raised an eyebrow. She stood up. “I heard they were lovers.” She stated.

You stiffened for a moment. You heard stories about them. The beast of a redhead that tore through enemies like they were paper. The blond demon warrior that slaughtered and took with a smile on his face. An unstoppable duo whose affections towards each other, though not shunned nor hated on, were very apparent. You were glad they still were close and if the rumours were true, loved each other. If they couldn’t have you at least they had each other.

Your sister walked up behind you and placed her hands on your shoulders. “Sister, let them go. You can’t keep on holding on to silly childhood promises.” She told you as she bent down to look at you through the mirror. You looked down at your lap. “I am sure I can find you a lovely young jarl you could spend your time with. Plus what if you don’t find them attractive anymore?” 

You looked up at her. “Well, I would need to get my eyes checked.” You stood up with her. 

The two of you went into the main hall. You both stood next to your father and mother and younger brother. You watched as Jarl after Jarl and warrior after warrior came into the great hall but you hadn’t seen them yet. You kept your head high. Even if you were mistaken, even if they weren’t coming, you wouldn’t be disheartened. It only meant you would probably take your sister up on what she had offered.

Lastly, from the darkness outside were two men, built like oaxen. You were stunned for the most part. The sea of people in the great hall parted for them, feeling the power and radiancy they carried with them. It was suffocating from even where you stood. 

Finally making it in front, standing next to each other were the two men you had longed to see for years. 

On the left was an ash blond with a white direwolf fur over his shoulders with a red cape. His hair was longer now. Half his head was braided in tight blonde braids and the rest was kept in his unruly blond locks. He was lean with a small waist that had even you envious. His large chest seemed soft to you and held few scars to them but clearly hard earned. His maroon piercing eyes, covered in black tribal paint looked at you instantly. They held no shame in looking at you or your figure, a smirk of pride and cockiness went to his face at your attention.  

Your eyes then went to the giant next to him that you could hardly believe was the same boy you knew years ago. He had a growth spurt making him wider and bigger than the blond. He truly lived up to the reputation that the Kirishima’s held of being beasts among men. His broad and exposed chest was covered in markings and a few scars. He had long locks of red hair that fell down his back. You had heard rumours that his hair turns red permanently from the blood of his victims. His crisp apple eyes found you as well. An unreadable emotion behind his eyes.

The two of them bent down on one knee before your family, their heads down. The tight arm rings around their right arms showing their vows to their fellow man here. “Your majesties.” They both said. 

Your father smiled with a laugh. “The demon warrior, Katsuki Bakugou and the Beast among men, Jarl Eijiro Kirishima. Stand men, stand. This whole night is in honour of you after all.” The duo stood back up straight, heads held high. “Your winnings and efforts have paid off my good and faithful warriors. Tonight we shall feast in your honour!” 

With that the hall erupted into joyous cheers. Music played and food was served as everyone sat drinking and eating to their hearts content. Loud boisterous laughter and cheers rang through the warm air as there was celebration to their achievements. You sat dutifully next to your sister as she got lucky enough to sit next to Bakugou. Your father sat between the two men. 

“Maybe you weren’t so wrong about dressing up.” Your sister whispered into your ear, making you both giggle. 

You nudged her. “You never did like to listen to me.” You teased. Before you could continue you heard your father say something. 

“I would like to reward the both of you with an opportunity as well with your riches… If you so wish...” He stated to the two of them. You peered over trying to hear what else he would say when your sister cut in. 

“Whoever gets their hands on them would be a lucky person.” She stated as she picked up her cup of beer. 

You nodded. “Yes, they would. If only the heavens would be so kind.” You motioned to her. 

“Mother said that father might just reward one of them with the opportunity as King.” 

You choked on your wine. “What?” 

She nodded her head. “For my hand, they would be crowned King.” Your ears started to ring at her words. 

“For… your… your hand?” You asked shakily. 

She smiled. “Yep. Of course you could have the other one if you so wished.” 

You absentmindedly nodded your head not entirely feeling all up to the party. Your first chance in years to see them, talk to them, be with them and it was taken from you. You stood up. “Excuse me, I’ve got to go out and check on our brother. He must be so bored.” You smiled and quickly made your way away from the main table. Red eyes watched you as you left. 

You quickly made your way out of the hall into the cool night air. You dropped your shoulders and went into the direction of the woods. Your head down as you tried regaining your barings. She must have known your fathers plans all along. Which was probably why she told you to forget about them. You couldn’t have both. That’s selfish. 

Or was it? 

You didn’t mind being selfish. 

You found yourself at the river, your meeting spot when you were kids. The night seemed identical to it was the last time you saw them. Bright big moon in the sky with the heavens twinkling and winking at you. The river was calm near you and the wind was only just strong enough to move the cape you wore. 

This was a place where you could feel safe. Almost as if they were standing right next to you.

You heard a snap of a twig that made you immediately look back. Your heart raced in fear as you looked behind you. Your eyes dashed around the area looking for what the sound was. You moved backward in fear. Your back bumped into what you thought was a tree. 

“No hello, princess ?” You turned around immediately and your eyes widened in shock. You knew who it was from the way he said your title. Standing in front of you, arms crossed over his chest was Bakugou. The moonlight lit his blond hair in a sort of luminescent glow as he stared down at you with red eyes that seemed to stare into your soul.

“ Katsuki .” You whispered his name like it was something you never thought you would say again. 

You took a step backwards and your back hit something again. “Years away from you and you haven’t even given us some of your attention. Do you not know how much we missed you, princess?” You turned around and you saw him. Kirishima. His tall stance is almost menacing in the dark, even with the moonlight falling on him. Eyes dark like a predator in the night as he looked down at you.

You gulped. “ Eijiro .”  You whispered. 

This was nothing like it was when you were younger. For one thing, this wasn’t the same Kirishima you knew when you were younger. He used to be so timid, keeping himself closed within himself most of the time. He was doubtful. This man in front of you seemed to radiate confidence and strength. A real Jarl.

“That’s not true, Eij.” Bakugou stated. “You should have seen the way she was staring at my chest. Perverted little princess.” Bakugou snarked with a grin on his face. 

Kirishima laughed. “I don’t blame her Katsuki, but you’re right. She was staring at my arms like they were meat on a silver platter.” He too snarked. 

The two of them started circling you. For a moment you wondered what was going on. Why were they saying such things? Why were they circling you? Why did your legs feel weak and your abdomen felt tied in knots?

Then it hit you. 

They were playing a game with you. A game they loved to play after the first day they met you. Wolves and doe. Wolves circle their target, their prey- the doe- and the doe has to get away from them. You were always a doe. They were always wolves. Back when you were younger it seemed easier since you were always a bit taller than them and could get away faster and probably climb a tree away from them. Now? Now you felt more like your fate was already sealed to the butchers than you having a chance. 

But the thrill. The thrill you yearned with them overtook your judgement. The hunter and the prey.

The wolves and the doe. 

They saw the recognition in your eyes and their grins grew. You bit your bottom lip as you looked between the two of them. Kirishima’s eyes raked over your body with desire. Hands clenching and unclenching at his sides. “Look at her, Katsuki. Doesn’t she look just delicious?'' He asked as he licked over the edges of his sharp teeth, his clear want for you making your heart beat out of your chest. 

Bakugou chuckled. “Indeed. Looks like a pretty doe for the fuckin taking.” Once he was behind you, his fingers dragged across the nape of your neck making you shiver. “I wonder how she tastes.” He growled close to your ear. 

That’s when you ran. You pushed your legs as hard as you could away from them, away from the village and deeper into the woods. You heard their loud and amused laughter from behind you, but you couldn’t hear them following you. Your heart was beating out of your chest and you almost felt it hard to breathe. 

You kept running, swerving between trees trying to put as much distance between them and you as possible. A glimmer of hope flickered within you. Maybe you could win. 

Then you heard it. Loud laughter. “Was she always this fucking slow, Eijiro?” To your left, running just a few trees away from you was Bakugou. He’s lean body moving agily between the trees and over fallen logs. He was keeping up with you as if it was child’s play. 

“Nah!” To your right was Kirishima. Even with his huge size, he seemed to navigate the trees better than you ever could and you lived in the area. “I don’t think she’s even trying to get away.” 

Suddenly just like that, they were gone. You couldn’t see them in the darkness of the woods or the light of the moon. You slowed down and looked around wondering where they had both disappeared to. Your eyebrows furrowed in worry. 

“Katsuki? Eijiro?” You let out scared. 

Two arms wrapped around you. You let out a small scream as you were being held by the waist. You heard Bakugou’s rare laughter. Loud and obstreperous laughter. “ Katsuki! Eijiro! Where did you go? ” He mocked you, making you laugh. He held you up making you giggle and laugh louder. His big strong arms always made you feel safe despite the game you all just participated in.

Suddenly you were both pushed back by a huge force. You landed on Katsuki’s chest, with your back against him. Caging the both of you between the ground and his large frame was Kirishima with a grin on his face. The three of you all laughed at the situation, you between the two men. It reminded you of the good days when you used to let them win and you would end up in a similar position with all three of you on the floor laughing.

You calmed down as you looked up at the redhead. You admired his handsome features. A satisfied smirk on his face at getting to you. He leaned closer down to you. “Got you, doe.” He said condescendingly. Your heart was beating loudly with how close he was to you. 

“Yah… you got me.” You affirmed, your eyes strayed to his lips. Bakugou pushed you forward, making you kiss the redhead. 

Kirishima placed his knee between you and the blond’s spread legs, applying pressure to you both. Both you and Bakugou groaned. You leaned deeper into the kiss as he easily won for dominance. His kiss had a burst of passion and need for you. It was as if he was sucking the energy out of you, leaving you breathless. 

The moment his lips left yours, and air could return to your lungs, Bakugou had tilted your head back towards him and had taken your lips for himself. He kissed you deeply too. His touch was explosive and filled to the brim with desire. His grasp on your hips tightened as he held you. You hummed as you arched your back slightly, pressing harder against him, making him grunt. 

Your eyes were closed even after separating from him. “Gods, I missed the both of you.” You whispered. 

“And we missed you.” Kirishima placed his hand on your cheek. 

“I… I had thought the two of you had…” You couldn’t let it out. Your own insecurities suffocating you. 

Bakugou raised an eyebrow. “What? You thought we would just live on without you?” He asked. “Yah fuck no.” He shook his head. “Your ours, doe. We promised you, didn’t we?” 

“I know. I know.” You looked away from the both of them. “My father wants one of you to marry my sister, doesn’t he?” You asked. 

Kirishima let out a heavy breath. With that he got off the two of you, and pulled Bakugou up, automatically sitting you in his lap in the process. “He does.” He answered your question, making you shrink back more. 

Bakugou had his hands down on the ground to steady himself as you leaned against him. “I wouldn’t blame you guys.” You stated. “One of you would be king and the other a Jarl. It would be the dream for you guys. I would support the two of you, even with my sister as your Queen.” 

Bakugou scoffed. “We couldn’t give two shits about her.” Bakugou growled in anger as he looked off to the side. “But… we do care about you.” He told you, his voice softer than normal. With one of his hands he took yours securely. His calloused warm hands gave you comfort.

Kirishima placed a large hand on your cheek. He offered you a soft smile. The smile that would comfort you in your dreams. “We would deny Valhalla to be with you.” He told you honestly. You closed your eyes as emotions bursted into your heart at the declaration. “I would rather let Thor strike me down with his hammer, lightning in tow, than to love another that isn’t you and Katsuki.” 

You smiled and placed your smaller hand over Kirishima's. You nodded your head. That reminded you of something. You chuckled and a small smirk went to your lips. You turned back to look up at Bakugou. “I heard you two were lovers? Is it true?” 

Bakugou chuckled. His hold on your hand tightened slightly. He bent down closer to your ear. “It’s whatever you make of it.” He told you with a smirk of his  own. That made a desire to know exactly what he was meaning burst from you. “What I do have to say though, is that you have never seen a cock like the one between his legs that’s for sure.” Bakugou shot you a wink as your cheeks warmed instantly at his vulgar words. Kirishima shot him a glare which Bakugou chose to ignore. “You should see him when he is straight off the battlefield, princess. When he’s covered in blood, veins bulging and looking like a fucking god. I’m tellin’ you, nothing sexier.” 

“Can you shut up, Katsuki?” Kirishima asked annoyed. 

Bakugou stuck his tongue out childishly making you laugh. “Make m-” 

He was quickly shut up with a kiss from Kirishima. It was forceful but held the same passion and love as always. Kirishima’s hand snaked up to your thigh and gripped it roughly making you release a held in breath. Something about what the blond was saying, made you know he wasn’t lying about anything. Kirishima playfully bit on the blond’s lower lip. The blond held a smirk of his own at Kirishima’s actions. Kirishima moved back and shook his head with a deep chuckle. “You are such a brat.” 

Bakugou rolled his eyes. “You sound like my mother.” 

“Well, your mother isn’t wrong, Katsuki.” You told him, making Kirishima laugh. Bakugou playfully growled at you next to your ear. He bit lightly on the top of your ear making you laugh. “We should head back before people get even more suspicious than they no doubt are already.” You let out with a sigh. 

“Or we can just kidnap you.” Before you could respond, you were suddenly off the ground. You squealed as you were thrown over Kirishima’s shoulders. “Make you our chieftess and live the rest of our lives with you by our side and warming our bed. Right Katsuki?” Kirishima held you by your thighs as he stood up onto his feet not bothered by your weight at all. He turned to look at the blond who had gotten up beside him. 

Bakugou placed his hands behind his head. “Couldn’t have said it better myself, Red.” 

“You guys can’t just kidnap me.” You defended yourself. “What about-” You let out a gasp as a slap went to your ass. You arched your back in surprise at the stinging feeling. 

“Oi! Stop spewing shit and just say yes. You already said you would be the best wife ever, so do that.” Bakugou reprimanded you. 

Your face felt hot. You looked away. “But-”

Kirishima now slapped your thigh making you tense again, pushing them closer together. “Don’t worry princess.” 

“Just focus on Eijiro’s ass and life will be a much better place.” Bakugou bent back to look at you. That’s when you noticed at the perfect view you got of said ass. 

Holding you with one arm, Kirishima slapped Bakugou on the behind making him yelp. “The two of you are going to be the death of me.” 

“What an honourable way to die.” You and Bakugou stated together. 

-Glitch1d

Hey yall!! Love this? Well I have many other one shots on my AO3 that I havent posted here. Go check them out on my OneShot book!!

Bull!Bakugou x dairy cow! Reader

Bull!bakugou who refuses to let his favorite cow stay in the stuffy barn all dairy cows are kept in, not trusting the farmhands to properly take care of you. Instead dragging you to the separate shelter used to house the pasture's handful of bulls

Even though each bull is separated by a few wooden planks, (meant to prevent fights) he is still wary of the others, not wanting anyone else getting close to you. He just wants to protect you

Bull!Bakugou who cant get enough of your milk, his favorite meal.

Bull!Bakugou who spends long expenses of time draining your tits, never unlatching. Still continuing to suckle even after he's had his fill and then some

Bull!Bakugou who only groans at you whenever you tell him to be gentle, the harsh suction being too much to handle. But he never listens, not letting up on his rough eagerness to drink everything you have to offer

Bull!Bakugou who starts acting like a calf again once he tastes your milk for the first time. Snubbing his nose at the feed given by the farm, only wanting to feed from you. Besides, you can provide him with more nutrients than any hay ever could

Bull!Bakugou who soon realizes how much water you need to drink to accommodate with milk production. Now keeping a tub of water in his stall to keep you hydrated. It's like your own little water trough

With your new constant access to water has you drinking more than usual, thus bakugou finds out drinking more means more milk

Bull!Bakugou is now constantly having you drink large amounts throughout the day. Doing this to the point that you're so full of milk, there are constant streams of the sweet liquid running from your nipples and down your torso

Bull!Bakugou who can't fall asleep without a tit in his mouth. Relaxed by the feeling of a full stomach

Bull!Bakugou who knows milk contains antibodies, as to why it always helps sick calves

Bull!Bakugou who milks you by hand, collecting the nutrients in an empty jar when your I'll. Feeding it to you, saying it'll make you better and damn well believing it

The farmhands are always left confused when they hook you up to the milking machines, but end up without get as much milk out of you as they should

Meanwhile Bull!Bakugou is watching from a distance. A droplet of milk adorning the corner of his smirking lips

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I need a Mina x m reader fic or HC where y/n is a new student who befriends Mina and eventually they end up becoming fuck buddies. But Mina wasn't expecting the shy and sweet to be as dominant as they are (which is very).

Pls and thank you and have a fantabulous day 😊💕

𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊 𝐁𝐔𝐃𝐃𝐈𝐄𝐒~ ♡ │mina ashido.

❥ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: sub!bottom!mina x dom!top!male reader

❥ 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦: bnha ׀ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: smut ׀ 𝐰/𝐜: 1254 ׀ 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐭: oneshot

❥ 𝐜𝐰: friends with benefits, unprotected sex, aheago, praise, aftercare, comfort, cum marking, begging, back scratching, squirting, rough sex. All characters are above 18 in this fic!

❥ 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: You have a fantabulous day too anon! I hope that you enjoy this oneshot as much as I did. ^^💕

you and mina hit it off as friends the moment you two met. you both made each other laugh your lungs out, train and work out together, and comfort each other whenever either of you felt down. she was your best friend, and you were hers.

and it was your job as her best friend to make her feel good, emotionally and physically.

you were the one who brought up the option of being friends with benefits to mina, saying that it could be a way of reliving stress and that it could be a way to comfort one another. you gave her time to think about your preposition, and she soon agreed to become fuck buddies with you.

you two would privately meet up together at least every once or twice a week whenever either one of you want to fuck. right now was one of those nights, and the reason for that being that mina got stood up on a date that she was suppose to go to, but the dickhead never showed up. she was feeling sad and rejected since she really liked the guy, so she called you to meet up and to comfort her. by fucking her brain into mush.

"that bum was an idiot, how could he ditch such a pretty girl with a perfect pussy as this?" just thinking about that guy made your pounding rougher, making mina cry out and dig her nails into your shoulder. you were making her feel so good, you were comforting her by drilling into her tight hole just the way she liked it, making her feel appreciated and hot at the same time.

"a-am i really pretty?─ah!─ do you r-really mean it?" mina looked at you with lust filled eyes as well as with a desperate questioning look to go along with her desperate question. your thrusts slowed down and you looked down at her with soft eyes and smile that her heart feel warm.

"mina, you're the coolest girl i've ever met. you've got a perfect body," you thrusted into her cunt, and you were rewarded by a beautiful moan, "a perfect face," -thrust- her gummy walls pulsed around your dick, "a perfect personality," -thrust- her arms and legs tighten around you, "you. are. perfect." with every word you said you speared your cock into mina's cunt, her eyes crossed when you hit her g-spot and babbles out incoherent words as she whines and drags her nails down from your shoulders to your back.

you let out a deep groan at the delicious pain of your best friend scratching your back as well as her walls tightening around you. if only that asshole could see what he missed out on. mina's body was covered in a thin layer of sweat, her big tits were so round and so squishable, her pussy was as tight as a vice and deliciously wet, and her expressions whenever you pound into her sweet spot were so hot and slutty. how could anyone ditch such a fine girl as mina? well, he missed his chance, and you would make sure that your friend feels like a queen.

"(y-y/n)‒ ahn!‒ fuck me harder! please! i-i need it!" mina pleaded in a loud and desperate voice, she moved her hands to hold onto your neck as her hips raise to meet your dick in a fast unbalanced pace. all while moaning like a 2-cent paid whore. your mouth curved into a smirk as your hands grabbed onto her plush pink ass and pulled your cock out of her pussy until your tip was just on her wet lips, she whined at the emptiness and was just about to protest until you said, "how can i reject pleas from my best friend? you want it faster, harder, rougher? you got it."

as soon as you said that you spear your dick into her as deep as you could and started drilling into her without any mercy. mina's back arches, her body possessed by her own pleasure as she holds onto the bed sheets for stability. her face twisting in euphoric bliss, her insides were being abused by your length as she presses her naked body closer to yours.

she is close, you know she is. from the way her pussy clenches around you to the way her body squirms and shakes as her tits and ass bounce along with your thrusts. you're no better, you can feel your tip dripping pre and marking her already wet walls as your balls tighten.

"Your cock feels─ uh!─ s-so fucking good! ah! i-im close, so close (y/n)!" you acknowledge her words with a grunt, your thrust became harder and faster as you were desperate to reach you and mina's releases. mina tries to say something else but they are overtaken by her own gasps and moans. her body completely gives itself to your cock and her head rolls back onto the pillows.

"I'm gonna- gonna-!" the knot in her tummy finally snaps, and she squirts around your cock with a loud moan that you know for sure will give you noise complaints. her eyes roll to the back of her skull and her tongue lolled out of her mouth, her saliva still connect to her teeth as some drooled from her mouth to down her cheek, "feels so fucking good!"

a shock of pleasure ran throughout your body that became to much for you to handle. and before you could joined with mina and the heavenly pleasure of your orgasm, you quickly pulled out from mina's wet, warm cunt and fisted your cock into your hand until ropes of your hot cum splattered on top of mina's stomach.

through the haze of your own orgasm you managed to take a glimpse of mina's fucked out state. her eyes were closed shut as her mouth remained open in an "o" shape. she let out soft exhales of satisfaction and bliss, her sweat glazed body occasionally twitching as one of the hands that were holding onto the sheets was resting on her chest.

you let out a satisfied sigh as you got off the bed towards the nightstand that had a box of tissues and two water bottles. you grabbed enough tissues that would clean both you and mina up as well as grabbing the bottles of water. when you were finished cleaning the mess you and mina made on your bodies, mina is fully recovered from her intense orgasm and is now laying on her back due to her body still being a bit sore.

you then gave her a set of her clothes to change in as you starting changing yourself. once you both where done with that, you began chugging your water bottles. sex makes you hella thirsty.

you felt a soft hand on your shoulder and turn to see mina looking at you with gratefulness and content, "thanks again for helping me out, i needed that."

you smiled at her and put your hand on her back and patted her, saying, "its no problem, you're my best friend. and i'll always be here for you. whether its from you forgetting your wallet to pay for your food, to fucking your brains out to forget some dick that ditch you," you gave her a thumbs up as well as a smirk, your determination and slight goofiness' shining through them. she giggled at your words and ruffled your hair.

"aw you're such a sweetheart. what would i do without you?"

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Let’s Go Little Kitty Cat

Tomura Shigaraki x Touya Todoroki x Twice x f!reader

Genre: Smut Notes: this was meant to be exclusive to patreon but they made me delete it lmao enjoy!! Warnings: 18+, dubcon, hybrid!au, kitty girl!reader, heat, gang bang, step-cest, name-calling, dacryphillia, blowjobs, clit rubbing, pet names, vaginal sex, tit-sucking, spitting, double penetration (one hole), throat-fucking, hair pulling, noncon filming, creampie & oral creampie ♡ Words: 2.8k

The tension between your thighs is unbearable. It’s close to agonising. A burning desire that can only be alleviated by someone willing. Your stepbrother is tired of you. You know he is; and yet you can’t seem to be able to help yourself. He has friends over. You can hear them all talking. Playing videos games and screaming at the TV.

“Tomu…” you flutter your eyelashes. Though he doesn’t hear you. He doesn’t even see you since you’re shyly hiding behind the door to his bedroom.

All you can hear is laughter and teasing. Touya making fun of Jin’s lack of gaming skills and Tomura laughing at his expense. If only you weren’t so bashful.

The lustrous want is growing stronger.

And soon, you don’t feel so shy.

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I know your like taking a break and shit, and no rush and no expectations but I was wondering if you could do a Kiara X R fic.

Could be where r is JJ's sibling (male or female or gn) and like JJ's at John B's for the night and R is at home alone w their dad and being the abusive asshole he is, he beats R up(really bad) and R doesn't want to worry JJ so they goes to Kiara instead, they could be dating already or not. They climb through her window and she sees what happened and she is just panicked because she didn't know their dad was abusive to that extent. Anyway she patches them up and they talk about it and then they just lay down with their head on Kiara's stomach while she strokes their hair??

I hope your having a much needed break and enjoying it. I hope your well and there is no rush or need to do this but it is just an idea.

𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐭 || 𝐊𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐫𝐚

"𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘐 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘐'𝘮 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘚𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯' 𝘪𝘵 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘥 𝘚𝘰 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘖2"

Inspo: Brakence - introvert

Pairing: Kiara Carrera x Maybank!Male!reader

Summary: An introvert at heart and in the most chaotic times...

Warnings: Talks of abuse and verbal abuse with the faintest bit of fluff. So overall angst.

Words: 1639

DNI IF YOU’RE SENSITIVE TO WARNINGS ABOVE!!!

Fine.

That’s the answer you gave everyone when they asked how you were doing. So small. So minuscule. So far from the truth.

Fine.

What else was there to say? What could you tell? Nothing was the answer. Truthfully, you wanted to keep it this way. You wanted people to leave you be once you gave them the answer they wanted. Save them from a conversation that may only aggravate them and make you feel like an idiot. Why offer that vulnerability?

Because for a time, you could give that to someone. Allow them into your heart and swim in the wonders of your desires and passions. But time passed, life changed like it did and you slowly felt your chest hollow out. Only able to push out a lie that people were too misguided to understand that it was a lie.

Fine.

Extracting that purity from yourself allowed you to live a life that may be a lie, but saved you from pity. A chance to fight on your own in a war that never seemed to end. A constant fight for survival in exchange for the faintest bits of happiness. As much as your love came straight from the source, your outlook on sociality was cupidity. But you fought that part of yourself just as long as you had been subjected to a fight for a breath. A fight for life.

A fight for love.

Maybe you were just a fool. Maybe you were wishing upon motes in the sky that were just too far out of reach–a star to change your worthless existence. Because John B was happy with what he had. Lived on his own, had an amazing girlfriend and hung out with you and the rest of the Pogues. JJ was your brother, sticking close to the ones he cared for. Pope was happy cleaning his father’s docks and being the smartest one in the room. And Kiara lived on Figure Eight and loved making you stumble over your words. But you were…

Fine.

That was it. Just, fine. Nothing special. Nothing extravagant to talk about and nothing worth admiring. You stuck out like a sore thumb. A mismatch within the group of delinquents. A glitch in the system some would say. And you weren’t sure if it was just because that was how life was or if this was who you were meant to be the entire time. But, sometimes, you did wonder what the end of your life would be just so you knew if this pain and suffering were even worth it in the end. Because, at the moment, you were puffing off of hope and gathering whatever strength you had to get out of bed in the morning.

“You’re a worthless little shit, you know that?”

One foot in front of the other.

“JJ was enough, but you? Your mother should’ve gotten rid of you before you came into the picture.”

A falter in your step. Cheek stinging and nose still running with a stream of blood.

“You’re a failure, Y/n! A nobody! A fucking loser!”

In the end, you knew what you needed. A father. Just a man to look up to. Someone to lean on and entrust your secrets to. A chance to learn what it took to understand for becoming a man.

But it’s fine.

There was a chance he was right. You were a nobody. Never had a girlfriend. Never accomplished anything with your life. So, maybe, just maybe, he was just stating the obvious. Maybe you were taking this all a little too harshly and he was just trying to knock some sense into you.

Approaching the all too familiar house on the edge of the coast, you made your way along the side of the structure. Finding the pipe and gripping on. Hands faltering and slipping from the blood that was stuck to your palms. Staring down at the red for a second. Then another. Another.

Blinking rapidly, you rubbed your hand against your pants before grabbing onto the pipe and began to climb. Body aching and screaming in mercy for you to stop–to give up and stop running from reality. Reaching the landing, you carefully leaned against the frame of the house, using it as a support until you reached the window. Just barely opened half an inch. The perfect sliver of room for you to climb inside.

Slowly sliding the window open and slipping inside. There was no sign of her, so, you took advantage of the chance to be alone. A shaky exhaling was released from your lips as you limped towards the bed. Pulling your bloody shirt from your body and climbing into the bed. Shivering as you pulled the blankets over your body.

Her scent was embedded in these sheets and pillows. The general smell of freshly burnt incents was all the more relaxing to your dissociated state. Able to be absent from your mind and body and just enjoy what very little bit of happiness found in this lonely hour.

Yet, that bit of time alone was expunged when the bathroom door opened with the shadow of a figure appearing on the wall you faced. Whipping your head around and able to find Kiara’s tired expression. But it took only a split second for it to morph into one of shock and then horror. The one thing you had not hoped to see tonight or in the weeks you spent recovering in a household that was a minefield.

“Y/n, what the fuck happened?” Kiara rushed around the bed, watching you move to the opposite of the bed. Concern swam in her eyes full of the purity that could be extracted from the entire concept of love.

Pushing out a hearty laugh, you raised your hands in reassurance. “Baby, I am fine,” you reassured. “Just ran into some junkies wanting some money. Beat the fuck out of me. Nothing more and nothing less.”

“Y/n, you and I both know that you could take a few junkies,” Kiara stated, closing the space between the two of you. Hands holding your face, flinching when you hissed in pain from the faintest pressure applied to the fresh wound. You were busted up pretty badly. Bottom lip split, your right eye the size of a golf ball, your cheek purple, and your stomach was black and purple in all kinds of spots. “What happened, babe?” You chewed on your bottom lip, unable to meet the girl’s warm gaze. Blood pressure already reaching its limit, furthering the beat of your heart being in her embrace.

But if you bit your tongue, forget the pain, maybe you could hold back the tears. Hollow out the O2 in the air and create a barrier from the truth that you couldn’t submit her to knowing. She didn’t need to deal with this. There was enough on her plate as it is. She didn’t need to deal with you.

“I’m fine.” Your response caused the girl to clench her jaw, shifting her weight from leg to leg. Unable to bite back the tears as she shook her head, looking up at you almost pleadingly. All she wanted was the truth. That was all you’d ever given her since the two of you met at John B’s. A fresh face in your mind and somewhere to commit your serotonin. “I- I just don’t have a great life back home, Kie. It’s nothing to write to someone-”

“Your dad did this?” The sheer impact of her tone sent red flags flying, lost to found in the endless plains of your mind. She stood at the center with fire being left with every step she took. It was too late to recover from your mistake as the girl took the tiniest step towards you, evaporating whatever little space the two of you had left. “Y/n, did he do this?”

Hearing her speak so…painfully, brought on your own set of emotions you managed to forget. Tears brimming in your eyes as you looked up at the girl. These emotions, these feelings, you’ve bottled them up for years and put on an act to save you from this. From the look of shock and sympathy from the people you loved. And telling someone you loved that your father abuses you wasn’t anything romantic. If anything, you were made to feel like a weakling for not standing up for yourself. For not getting help and putting your father in prison. But that left so many endless possibilities of what would happen in return if you did that.

Because all you needed was Kie. Her presence alone was able to give you reasoning for everything you did. Whatever scheme your father liked to scrape up and place you as the victim, she made the pain worth it. And in no way was that healthy, you understood that. But if you left, if you were made to find a new family, you weren’t sure what you would do with yourself. You needed her. She didn’t need you and didn’t need you in her life, but she welcomed you every time.

“I couldn’t go to JJ about this,” you whispered, tasting the salty tears on your tongue. “I need to be with you, Kie.”

Your words made the girl’s lips form into a large smile, face scrunching up as she sniffled and held back a sob. Only able to offer a nod as she pulled you to the bathroom where she patched you up to the best of her capabilities. Soon enough, you lay your head on her stomach, fast asleep from the feeling of Kiara’s hand brushing through your blonde strands. But she wasn’t able to shake the rage. The fury she was building up for your father.

Because it isn’t fine.

Friends ... Have you ever thought about TechSupport!Kirishima, that's too fucking hot to be a computer nerd? Like you were completely taken aback when you saw his massive cock muscles. And like-wouldn't it be even crazier if y/n was kinda idk .... pervy 🥴

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18+NSFW|MDNI tw!AgedUp, dubcon?, pervyfem!reader, use of "spunk"😍, pussy drunk Kirishima, breeding, overstimulation, spitting, Kiri is a good boy

Imagine spending hours researching and compiling data for a report that’s due in the morning and just when you’re about to submit it into the database, the screen goes blank. You’ve literally been staring at a screen for hours. Crunching numbers and gathering evidence just for all your hard work to disappear.

What do you even feel in this moment? Nausea? Dread? Disappointment?

Anger.

Pure unadulterated anger that has you screaming at your monitor and throwing your stapler against the wall—which leaves at not-so-subtle hole that would definitely be coming out of your paycheck.

If I even still have a job in the morning.

Irritation bubbles underneath your skin in a way that has you fidgeting in your seat. Manicured fingers tap against the mahogany wood of your desk and the foot of your Louboutin pump digs into the carpet. Being the youngest executive at such an elite firm led to an overwhelming amount of pressure. Not to mention being the only woman on the board—that presented difficulties in itself. It’s like your male peers were just waiting for you to fuck up. Just prove yourself as the incompetent bimbo that’s no more than in office eye candy. Fuck—they were gonna have a field day with this.

You stared at the blank screen in utter defeat, thinking of how you’ll walk out of the boardroom carrying a box filled with office supplies and snacks in a dignified manner. Then, it hit you—a potential solution to your problem. The computer nerds in the IT department!

You nearly broke a nail lunging for your cellphone and placing the emergency order. The disinterested voice claiming to send someone “soon” had you a bit worried, but to your surprise there was a knock on your door five minutes later.

“Come in!” You chirped hopefully, praying that this scrawny little—

Wait a minute.

Is there a football tryout or something that you didn’t know about ?

“Hi there, I’m Kirishima. Nice to meet you. I hear you’re having some trouble with your laptop?”

Your jaw hit the floor when the 6’6 giant crouched over the threshold and into your office because there’s no way that this big brute of a man was some tech savant.

Well—brute might not be the right word. This guy had the sunniest disposition. Bright red hair pulled into a low ponytail. Radiant ruby eyes with flecks of blue that shimmered against the fluorescent lights. A gentle voice that was deep yet calming. And his smile–sharp pointy teeth that were perfectly aligned and sparkling white, framed by the plushest set of pink lips that you’ve ever seen. So, brute might not be the best word to describe this guy. At least not from the neck up. But from the neck down…

Well, that was a different story.

The man was MASSIVE. Everything about him was big. And I do mean everything. That thin light blue polo and tight khaki slacks held little to the imagination. The fabric was stretched so tight over the expanse of muscle it looked as if it was painted on. To make matters worse, you could make out the faintest lines of black ink peaking underneath his sleeve and slightly above his collar hinting at some ornate chest plate that made him impossibly more desirable.

“You work in IT?” Kirishima winced at the accusatory tone and scratched the back of his head. “Heh-yeah. I know I’m a little young. I just started today but I promise I can get the job done!” He chuckled nervously, completely oblivious to the fact that you weren’t confused by his age. Hell—he looked to be about the same age of you and you’d never discriminate on someone based on their age. Or anything at all for that matter. It just that—he’s so hot.

Oh fuck, well now I’m no better than the assholes I work with.

“No. No. I was just a little taken aback is all.” You threw your hands up and smiled, which made him visibly relax, “I’m sure you’ll do fine. I’m kind of counting on it”. Kirishima nodded with a bright smile plastered on his face and headed towards your workstation.

The redhead had the issue resolved in a matter of minutes. Saving you from corporate humiliation and help wanted ads. You were so happy you could kiss him—which is exactly what you said and turned him into a flustered mess. “I- Me- No- that’s just my job!” His voice cracked and he flushed a deeper shade of red that crawled up his neck and covered his cheeks and ears. He was so embarrassed. Is blushing considered manly? But what man in their right mind wouldn’t get nervous around such a gorgeous woman.

Everything about you was perfect. First and foremost, you were this powerful exec who had to be some sort of genius because there’s no way that you were older than him. Then all the other stuff. Beautiful face. Angelic voice. Sweet laugh. Kind smile. A plush body that looked so soft—

“Kirishima?” your bubbly voice yanked him from his brief, and slightly inappropriate, departure from reality. It’s not okay for him to think of his higher ups like that. No matter how sweet your perfume smells or how tiny you are compared to him. He just got this job and there’s no way he could fuck it up by being unprofessional. So, he cleared his throat and said his goodbyes. Hoping to keep his interactions with you to a minimum, lest he be tempted…

But you had other plans.

You see it’s hard being a successful businesswoman and finding a guy that checks all your boxes. The guys you worked with were all arrogant assholes who made jokes about you being their housewife. But Kirishima was so different! He revered you and always treated you with the upmost respect. A perfect gentleman that never stepped out of line no matter how hard you pushed him.

All those urgent calls that you sent in requesting him specifically because “he was such a good worker”. When actually all you wanted was to watch his red brows furrow when he scratched his head trying to figure out how you managed to get 17 different malware prompts that each lead to some dead end. Little did he know, you asked your best friend Mina to send some codes your way that would give you a chance to ogle the redhead cutie. Pushing up against him while you peered over his shoulder and pretended to be interested in how he was fixing something you’d purposely broken.

It was fun too.

He always got so nervous and flustered. He’d avert his eyes and not so discreetly adjust himself when your soft breasts pushed against his skin. Sometimes he’d audibly gulp when you’d run your French tipped nails down his toned arm. His attraction was obvious, but he never made any moves. So, one day you decided to take matters into your own hands.

“Wow—I’ve never seen anything like this. Your motherboard is completely fried. We might need to get you a whole new set up”. A theatrical gasp sounded from your chest. “Oh no, That’s awful!” You exclaimed, as if you didn’t disassemble the whole thing and drench it in iced coffee before you called him over. “Yeah—he shook his head, “but it’s not too big of a deal. I’ll just run over to the tech department grab everything”. You hummed, biting your lip, and chewing on the tip of a pen in a way that shouldn’t have made his pants tight. God—he hoped you didn’t notice, but of course you did.

“Hey, Kirishima… Why don’t I come with you? I can help you carry everything”. His eyes widened comically, completely taken aback at the thought of your tiny self lifting more than a finger. “Oh no! It’s fine. I wouldn’t want you to get hurt”. You pouted, fingers twirling around a tendril of hair and took a step closer to him, so that the two of you were standing chest to chest. “Well at least let me keep you company”.

The wet squelching of your sopping cunt reverberated off the walls lewdly paired by your sultry moans and Kirishima’s muffled grunts. Saliva spilled between your fingers from where your hand was pressed against his mouth that hung open in ecstasy. Big hands found purchase on the globes of your ass, not so much guiding—more like holding on for dear life while rode his dick. Bodies pressed together like the pieces of a puzzle in the cramped space of the equipment room.

Vermillion stands fell freely against his tanned skin and clung to the sweat beading against his flesh. Slowly—you whined your waist, drawing circles against the meaty cock that was bruising your cervix. A shudder ran down the redhead’s spine and his hips spasmed up into your heat, making your core clench around him. Slick saturated his thighs, pooling in the tufts of curly black pubes nestled above his engorged balls.

Leaning back slightly—you rolled your hips at a new angle that pushed and pulled Kirishima’s dick simultaneously. He whimpered loudly against your hand. Too pussy drunk to care about getting caught fucking his superior in the middle of the day. “Shh-“ you cooed, tightening the hand against his mouth. “You have to be quiet, baby. You can be a good boy for me, yeah?”. He nodded immediately, fighting the intense urge to scream your name because he was so willing to prove his obedience. Be your good boy. You chuckled, cunt spasming at the desperation in his red eyes. You’d never felt so desired. The way Kirishima gazed upon your face made you feel like some masterfully crafted work of art. It was like you were the only girl in the world. The only thing that mattered to him was your beautiful face and angelic cunt, milking his balls dry and bouncing on his dick to the point of overstimulation.

Tears fell from his eyes and his heart beat in time with each wet slap of your cunt. Even though your pussy was so filled with spunk that it dribbled down your legs—you never stopped bouncing. Cupping his balls with your free hand to squeeze him dry. You moved your hand just in time to hear his pornographic moan as his hips stuttered, shooting blanks into your gushy center.

He looked so pretty. Eyes rolled to the back of his head and mouth hung open with drool on the sides. Never one to miss out on a great opportunity—you leaned forward and slowly dribbled saliva down his throat, which he swallowed hungrily. It was enough to send you tumbling over the edge. Moaning and whispering words of praise while Kirishima whined and whimpered your name.

You clung to one another for what felt like hours before the red head broke the silence by clearing his throat.

“So umm—would you like to maybe go on a date?”

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➤ ⟣┄─ . ✧ ── LET'S GET FREAKY 【 Miguel O'hara thirst 】 sub bottom miguel. nsfw. reader has 2 dicks. (kinda snake) vemon! reader. miguel has a pussy. eating out miguel. reader is a bit silly.

Venom! Reader sneaks into spiderman headquarters and gets a bit silly.

Miguel's strong thighs are wrapped tightly 'round your head, your long tongue burried deep within his pussy as obscene wet sounds resonate within the small room you're in. Your hands are grasping at Miguel's ass, making sure he can't move away from the endless pleasure you're given him.

Miguel's moaning, hasn't stopped since you went down on him, and his gripping at your hair as you continue you tongue fuck him and circle his clit (the pros of having an alien tongue).

"Ahhh— ahh, fuck.. Fuck..!"

His breath is laboured, squeezing his thighs tighter around your head as he feels his legs spasm, and it doesn't help the fact that he could see a bulge forming, from your tongue alone. Anytime you laugh, the vibrations are sent right to his pussy— and he's sure he's seeing stars by now.

"Ahh.. Spider's are ssho yummy." You have a goofy grin on your face as you lift your head from in between Miguel's thighs, his cum splattered all over your face and mouth— as if someone had thrown a carton of milk your way. Miguel can't help but blush at the view of you covered in all his fluids, feeling his pussy constrict around nothing as you easily tower over him. Your dicks visible as you glide it up and down Miguel's pussy.

"It's like a slidee.." You slur, watching as both your cocks easily glide up and down Miguel's wet folds, now covered with your own, oozing black cum. Miguel furrows his brows, a blush still covering his cheeks as he hooks his legs around you.

".. Nng.. Jus' put it in already..!" He hisses, sharp teeth visible as he tries to grind on you for any friction. You tut at his behaviour, shaking your head mockingly as you grab hold of his hips— easily holding him down (something that stirs up Miguel's core even more).

"Gotta knock first." You giggle, holding Miguel down with one hand as you take one of your dicks with the other— knocking it against his clit as you imitate the sound "Knock, knock."

You're sure Miguel will find some way to kill you, so you quickly do the same with your other dick before he can have the chance to register what happened and complain.

"You—"

You push both of your dicks in, relishing at the wet sound that soon follows, and the way Miguel becomes all choked up— eyes rolled to the back of his head as you keep his thighs wide open, pushing them further towards his own body until his knees touch his shoulder.

"Spider's so flexible too.."

Miguel feels his mouth open, but no sound comes out as you start your brutal thrusts to his pussy, rendering him breathless for a few seconds. He moans and whimpers, muttering Spanish words underneath his breath as you continue to fuck him— never once taking your eyes off of his form. It's not long before Miguel cums for what feels like the 19th time— and ends up tired as he tires to lock his legs around your waist.

"Fuckin.. Hell.."

all my works r rushed and unedited but don't think with your brain but think with your dick 😞

maybe doing a part two but with hobie ☝ but then again idk british slang.

dude, your mom's hot | kirishima eijirou

synopsis ↬ your stepson's best friend has a crush on you

warnings ↬ modern au, age difference, the reader is bakugou’s stepmom, kirishima is about 20 and in college, the reader can be any age but obviously older than kiri, infidelity/cheating, 0ral (giving), tit-fuck, slight nipple play, let me know if I missed anything

pairings ↬ agedup!kirishima eijirou x milf!fem!reader

word count ↬ 2.2k

kinktober day one

Outstretching your arm and waving to the two boys, you stood by the front door of your home and watched as they walked away from the lawn. Bakugou, your stepson, mustered a tiny wave and uttered a weak "bye". His head ducked down towards the pavement leading to the sidewalk, partially embarrassed at your overly friendly antics towards his classmate. You were very conscious of his distant and standoffish demeanor, but nonetheless, you didn't mind. Simply thinking he wasn't comfortable with you yet.

Always buddying up and thriving off the attention from them, he wondered if you were getting tired of Dad already. He could vaguely remember the last time he saw you two being affectionate, not that he paid attention to those things. The nights were quiet and the days were too dull for a newlywed couple; last night, he learned that you two weren't even sleeping in the same bed – instead, you resided in a room adjacent to his.

"Have a good day!" You said cheerfully as they disappeared down the street. "I'll be waiting for you to come home!"

"Whatever..." Bakugou muttered under his breath with his backpack lazily slung over his shoulder. He tried his best to ignore you, thankful that you weren't as boisterous as you usually are.

"Dude, your mom's hot..!" His best friend, Kirishima, tried to whisper after they walked some distance away from your home. He spoke in a hushed voice, but still loud enough for some passersby to hear.

"What?" Perhaps Bakugou misheard because there was no way Kirishima would have the guts to say that. Unfortunately, his hearing was clear. "The fuck is wrong with you?"

Sure, he wasn't particularly fond of you with his father but regardless, you were family. He wouldn't tolerate any disrespect.

"Nothing, jus' had to get it off my chest." Kirishima placed his hand over his heart and looked up at the blue sky as if he was daydreaming about something innocent. As his lips curled into a sly smirk, his friend could tell that it was the opposite.

Bakugou didn't have the desire to ask about the filthy thoughts that filled the redhead's mind. It was the same sentiments he heard from his other friends.

Dunce-face Denki kept fidgeting and stumbling over his words as he spoke to you for the first time. Sero wouldn't wipe that dumb smile from his face, practically flirting with you right in front of his father. God, Mina wouldn't shut up about how you almost made her 'switch sides' after meeting you one morning. No wonder you enjoyed the company of his friends. They all seemed so enchanted by your presence and now his best friend was stricken by the same love potion.

"Mina was right... She's so perfect," Kirishima's lips soon began to spill countless praises for you. "I don't see why you hate her, you're so lucky. Wish I could get a taste of that sweet-" Before he could continue more sickening words, Bakugou tightly grasped his friend's shoulder.

"I don't hate her, dumbass..." His fingers clenched around Kirishima as both men halted their movements. "If I ever catch you saying shit like that again, I'll kill you." Kirishima didn't take his friend's words seriously. Of course, to him, it was a light joke so he laughed off Bakugou's threats. Except, he wasn't kidding.

Especially as the mornings seemed to always include Kirishima stopping by his house to walk with him to their University. One day, he arrived early as you finished preparing breakfast for Bakugou. His father had already left for work a few minutes prior. Thank goodness you couldn't see your stepson's scowl and shock as he peeped into the kitchen and saw his best friend handsy with you. Sneakingly placing his arm around your waist and bringing you closer to him. He watched, seething in rage when Kirishima embraced you in a back hug; you seemed so rejuvenated as you two laughed together.

Being stuck in an 'odd' marriage and having a new stepson must've made you lonely, Bakugou thought. Clinging to the ounce of attention his friends repeatedly gave, you knew it wasn't the healthiest decision, yet, you didn't seem to care. Every passing day, Kirishima's stays would lengthen in your home. Visiting in the mornings and returning with your stepson by the evening. Occasionally staying for dinner and even proposing a sleepover that was quickly shut down by Bakugou.

Tonight played out like all the previous encounters. The two arrived home directly after their last class finished. Your stepson kept grumbling under his breath as Kirishima followed close behind him like a lost puppy. You welcomed them by the front door, something you did nearly every day. Kirishima greeted you with a warm yet lingering embrace while Bakugou trudged up the stairs to his room. His crimson eyes rolled to the back of his head, not even bothering to spare a glance at your strange display of affection.

He expected his friend to join him – after all, Kirishima promised to help him on an assignment for a class they shared – but as the minutes passed, the redhead remained downstairs. Bakugou could hear the symphony of your resounding laughter through the thin walls of the home. Fuck it. He reached for his speakers and began to blare loud music, trying to drown out the noise below him. He could already feel himself becoming nauseous from the thought of you two. The sound traveled to the kitchen, where you and Kirishima chatted while enjoying drinks.

"What's that sound?" He asked while peering up at the stairs. The beer glass in his hands nearly spilled with his sudden movements.

It's a luxury brand that one of your closest friends purchased as a wedding gift. Your husband claimed he didn't like beer, but you figured it would be better to use them before they spoiled.

"Oh, it's Kats' music. Sorry, he doesn't always play it this loud. Should I tell him to turn it down?" You say, yet your feet have already begun marching in his direction.

"No, it's fine. Don't worry," Trying to convince you otherwise doesn't work. Kirishima steps in front of you while reaching out, causing you both to collide into each other.

You notice his presence too late; not until his body is fully in front of you and the cold sensation of the carbonated drink touches your cleavage. The liquid leaps out of the glass and sullies your perfectly clean blouse. Your own beer glass is away from Kirishima's body, only spilling on the floor and leaving him untouched. The redhead seems to notice the mess last as the feeling of your chest pressed against him and his hand excites him, even if it was only for a brief moment. He tries to pull his eyes away but your shirt becomes partially see-through and sticks to your skin.

"S- Sorry..!" He stutters out and backs away as he sees his mistake. He sets his glass on the table and frantically searches for something to help clean.

"It's okay, I can clean it up..." You tore off some paper towels on the counter and lightly dabbed the stain. After a few seconds of wiping, you soon realize the amber smudge won't come off your shirt. Kirishima whispers a string of apologies as you curse under your breath out of frustration. Finally, you set the dry towel aside and try to excuse yourself upstairs so that you could change.

Until you feel Kirishima's brawny arms cage your body in a tight grasp, much more desperate and clingy. The apologies from his lips seem to lose their meaning and fade out of his ears. Trying to speak and asking him what was wrong didn't work, he ignored your own voice as well. You watch, completely stunned as his head ducks down to the valley between your chest.

His sharp teeth sink into the fabric, suckling until the faint taste of beer coats his tongue. Your hands naturally reach for his biceps; not to pull him away but to deepen the hold he has on your body as a tingle surges through your core. He continues this for what feels like an eternity, only pulling away when he becomes satisfied. The shirt obviously isn't clean but is only dampened more by his saliva. Kirishima's fingers gently graze across your sides as he presses you against the kitchen counter.

He hooks his fingers underneath the hem of your shirt, tugging the clothing upwards until the front of your bra straps is exposed. His tongue flattens out and glides across your cleavage, directly over the area of the stain. Soon lapping at whatever taste of the alcohol remained on your skin. His tongue left behind a clear coating of liquid with each broad stroke along your flesh. Your fingers grip his shirt as he nips into your skin and nestles his tongue between your breasts. Frantically moving, he was trying desperately to clean you after making a mess.

As he finally slowed to a stop, his hands eagerly moved to pull your brassier down and reveal your tits. You easily succumbed to his wishes; a strong urge to continue rushed through your spirit, you were aware of your devious actions. His assault on your chest only continued as his warm muscle flicked across your hardened bud. Enveloping it around his lips before suckling as whines soon escaped from your throat. Your hands reached into his hair and pushed Kirishima's head closer.

Minutes passed and the noise created between you two began to fade. There was no more laughter. Frequent gasps and strange groans were the only sounds Bakugou could hear from his room upstairs. He figured that something was wrong, you were always chatty with the guests whenever they came over. Immediately, he stopped his work and fled down the stairs; only the worst possible outcomes flooded his mind.

As he walked down, your bodies finally came into view.

There you were, kneeling in front of Kirishima with your tits enveloping his throbbing cock. As you moved upwards, his tip oozed clear and sticky precum that mixed with his saliva and lubricated your glistening chest. When gliding downwards, his cock peeked out of your cleavage only to be greeted by your tongue. Fluttering across his tip and collecting some of his precum that failed to cover your chest. His hands that tangled in your hair moved to grasp onto your arms, trying to make you quicken your pace. You happily obliged; Bakugou came right on time, a perfect ending for the show.

Drawing Kirishima closer and closer to his orgasm, you pull away from him for a brief second. A needy whine leaves his mouth but is soon replaced with a pleased hum when his tip enters your slick mouth. Staring up at him with lovestruck eyes, you take as much of his girth until he nearly reaches the back of your throat and moves your hand along the rest of his shaft. As you bobbed your head and hollowed your cheeks, stings of drool trickled down your chin. Feeling your tongue glide across the underside of his cock coaxed praises and words of affection out of his lips.

Kirishima’s face flushed a deep shade of pink at the sudden surge of pleasure on his member. God, if he knew you were this good he would’ve tried this sooner. He could only imagine the feeling of your warmth clenching around him; just the thought almost made him bust on your tongue. His mouth was now held agape with only slurred words and whimpers. Tilting his head backward, the whites of his eyes were visible as his adam’s apple throbbed with his groans becoming louder.

Suddenly, his hand harshly tugs at your hair and pushes your head away. Leaving his girth so quickly nearly caused your teeth to scrape against his skin. Soon, he begins fucking his cock with a balled fist and thrusting over your face as some of his precum drizzles down to your lips.

“Fu- fuck m’ gonna cum… gonna cum,” His hand holds your chin tightly and tilts your head upwards so you look up at him. “Lemme ruin that cute little face…”

“Oh fuck Kiri, gimme your cum..! Wanna taste it so bad,” His thumb pushes past your lips and forces your mouth open. Your tongue hangs down, eagerly awaiting his sweet release.

After a few more thrusts of his fist, the creamy essence gushed out of his tip. Painting your face white before dribbling down to your jaw and throat. He cums with pants and husky moans as his chest rapidly rises and falls. A long streak goes past your forehead into your hair while most of his salty seed pools in your tongue.

Kirishima glances in the direction where his best friend is standing, completely stunned. He leans downwards, licking at his own cum as it runs along your neck. His tongue moves up before meeting your lips and meeting you with a deep kiss.

Bakugou stumbles backward at the brazen act, blinking rapidly in disbelief. His pants suddenly feel tight and constricting; did he seriously enjoy watching that? The blonde seems to answer his own question as he retreats to his bedroom, nearly tripping down the stairs, to settle his new problem.

who loves to be marked? | sub!mha boys

wc: 410+ words | masterlist

dom!gn!reader, suggestive, marking, biting, spanking

haikyuu boys edition

Midoriya

blushes whenever you bite/mark him, whether teasingly or while you two are making out

likes calling hickeys love bites, says it sounds "better"

you think its rather cute

mark him right in the middle of his neck so its high enough that the collar of his uniform cant cover it

definitely gets embarrassed when his friends tease him for them

especially when there's a bunch and its really bruised

it doesn't help that you're all smug about it either

he loves them though, he promises!

his favorite spot to get marked would be his chest so that only he can see them

definitely is shy when begging to be marked

"p-please-"

"please what, baby?"

"m-mark me please.."

but becomes less shameful about it later on when he's being fucked dumb

Bakugo

no matter how much he denies it, you know he loves when you mark him

especially when you bite him, hard

use a canine to bite the lobe of his ear hard enough to draw blood, he'll fucking moan

"f-fuck y-yes, do that again please"

he loves when you're rough with him in general and its the same when you're marking him

mark him everywhere!! he doesn't care

he'll proudly show them off

grip his thighs hard enough when you're holding them down so that it stays red for a while

or or!!

spank his ass so many times to the point he's sobbing and his ass is full on red with your handprint stamped on it for a day or two

he would definitely wear extra short, tight booty shorts around you with half of his ass out so that he can tease you with how red it is

you bit his ass once as a joke but he kept begging you to do it again

what a freak (affectionate)

Kirishima

pull on his hair and leave a dark mark on his throat

go on, I know you wanna

that'll make him whimper so hard, both from the hair pulling and how hard you're marking his neck

"ah! p-pull harder!"

he likes it when you mark his chest too

his hero costume exposes it and you forgot about that one time so all the marks you left on him the previous night were put on display the next day

oh and don't forget to leave bite marks!!

those are his favorite

just bite extra hard so that he lets out a loud moan and so that the mark will stay there for absolute days

ty for reading to the end! ❤ - chaepink

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