Pairings: Dragon King! Katsuki Bakugou X Black! Fem Reader

CLOSER ft. Ningning

ningning x male reader smut

8k words

Not even a minute has passed and Ningning has already noticed your arrival to the party.

You smirk and send her wink.

She scowls and shoves her handbag into the arms of the man next to her, leaving him behind and storming her way over to you.

You don’t move an inch, you just keep smiling as you wait for her to come to you⁠—it’s hard to do anything but smile when someone as attractive as Ningning is coming your way, even if the look on her face is fierce enough to put the fear of death in most men.

The crowd parts as she walks towards you, heads turn to catch even a glimpse of the beautiful, young Chinese woman angrily stomping her way across the party. You even see a clearly inebriated bystander fall over himself attempting a double take when she walks on by.

You don’t blame him—he isn’t the first man to fall on his knees for her.

It’s almost comical how pissed at you she is—deservedly so, if you’re honest—and while you know you should be a little worried, all that anger of hers can’t hide the tantalising sway of her hips or the soft jiggle of her breasts as she walks, and all it does is build up your anticipation and excitement until she’s right in front of you, yelling—

“What the fuck are you doing here?”

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Bakugou is, for all intents and purposes, a massive baby.

God forbid you leave him for ten minutes before he starts wandering around the house looking for you. Mercy on you if you go out to the grocery store and don’t take him. And how dare you even consider get up to get a snack when he's in the bathroom, letting your shared spot get cold.

These things, he can not let go easily.

Naturally, this slips your mind every once in a while because a peaceful life with Bakugou Katsuki doesn't exist. When you forget, he makes it his mission to force you to remember his clingy ass.

Tonight, it would appear to be no different.

It's 02:30 when you snap back to reality, bleary eyes blinking to get your bearings back.

The lamp on the side table blinds you momentarily, there's music coming from the tv- credits, you deduce, from the show Denki had raved to you both about. When you angle your head up, you're met with a firm jawline that lets out a loud snore from the slight disturbance.

Katsuki never was good at staying awake during these things.

Smiling up at him, you're quick to place a tender little kiss on his chin, watching as the corners of his mouth twitches slightly. Gently, you slip out of his arms and cover him with the blanket, using the parted lips releasing the smallest little snores to ensure his slumber. He smacks his lips and turns slightly on his side, as if chasing the warmth you'd taken away, and you click the tv off to keep him in the dark. You shuffle your way into your bedroom to get your own rest; you shiver once you slip under the covers, the fabric cold from the lack of use and lack of Katsuki's body heat.

The minute you do warm up, however, you're out like a light, and you remain so for a few hours.

But then, there's someone at the end of your bed. You feel them, and it wakes you just barely. You shift the blankets higher on your shoulder for protection from whatever your subconsious picks up, and just when you feel normal, something speaks.

“I’m gonna kill you.”

The raspy voice coming from the foot of your bed is more than enough to snap you from your sleep, but it isn’t until you see the massive, bulky frame that your heart sinks and you scream, you scream as loud as you can, immediately scrambling to the corner of your bed.

“Stop screaming, it’s me.”

Your shaking hands immediately shoot to the lamp next to your bed and upon flicking it on, you’re greeted by a sleepy Katsuki, blanket around his shoulders and sleepy scowl on his face, as if you’re the one who just inconvenienced him.

“You freak! What are you doing!” You snap, quickly rubbing your eyes to knock the sleep from them to properly scold. He merely shrugs and smacks his tired lips, indifferent to the previous heart attack he’d given you.

“Left me alone on the couch,” he says, dropping the blanket onto the floor before crawling into bed next to you, casually. “We were snuggling. You abandoned me.”

“You-! I was-! Why-!”

“You’re lucky I love you so much,” he says, burying his face into his pillow and making a grabby hand for you, “c’mere, wanna spoon.”

Your heart, still pounding in your chest, finally lets breaths of air in, your hands trembling as you flick back off the light. You’re still mad, now shaking with fury, and as you roll to have your back facing him, you try to take deep breaths to calm down and not smother the man you somehow chose to love with a pillow.

“Hey,” he grumbles, tugging your sleep shirt. “Come here.”

“I can’t fucking stand you, Katsuki. I don’t even want to be in the same bed as you right now, you scared the fucking shit out of me.”

“Didn’t mean to,” he says softly. “Jus’ wanted to be close to you.”

“And you thought threATENING ME AT THE END OF OUR BED WAS A GOOD WAY TO DO THAT?”

He goes silent, and you almost think he’s given up, and just as you blink your stinging eyes, he suddenly rolls on top of you, knocking the wind out of you at his heaviness.

“Katsuki!” You scold, but it’s shrouded in laughter, an absolute contrast of how you just were talking all of ten seconds ago.

“Now you can’t leave,” he says, cockily. “You wake me again and I will kill you.”

“You woke me up just now! You could’ve easily come to bed like any sane person!”

“….”

“Katsuki!”

“Cant hear you, I’m asleep.”

“KATSUKI!”

MULTIVERSE MONDAY ASK! making out with rockstar!james backstage 🤭 he’s so busy eating your face he’s almost late to his own concert

today is multiverse monday! send me any au you can think of :)

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"Prongs," Sirius calls, "Y'ready?"

James's hands grip your cheeks, tugging you up hungrily, desperately into his embrace. His lips are just as needy, mouthing sloppily at your top one while his tongue dips between your teeth. He rolls it smoothly, wetly over your own, and a mixture of your saliva and his pools around your teeth.

"Prongs?"

James groans and the sound is lost in the cavern of your mouth, you shift your mouth messily around him to swallow it. A whimper of your own gets licked up by James as his thigh slots between yours, pressure there to alleviate the ache brought on by the sensual intimacy.

"James!" Sirius yanks on the man's shoulder, and James whirls on him with a dazed, 'What?'

"Stop tonguein' y'girlfriend, mate," He gestures to Remus, who's already equipped with his bass, looking rather unimpressed at James's lack of self control before a show, "You're part of this band too, y'know."

James huffs, his broad chest puffing as he does so. He turns back to you, still standing there dazed, confused, and dewy-lipped, surging forwards to press one last firm kiss to your lips despite the other's protests.

"Gotta go," He informs you, as if you hadn't heard Sirius's scolding yourself, "Watch me, yeah?"

"You'll do fantastic," You encourage him, squeezing the hand that takes your own, "I'll cheer you on, Jamie."

"Y/N, darling, I love you, I really do." Sirius drawls, grabbing James by the collar and dragging him towards the stage, "But if your boyfriend ever disappears before a show again, and I find out it's because of your siren song," He waves a hand at your outfit, James's favorite red button-up that you've left open to show the corset top beneath, "I'm going to put you on the do not enter list."

Omega!Bakugou headcanons

Anon: Pssssss imma need some more omega Bakugou like now no it make him jealous too because why not

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Anon: hi! could you do some omega!bakugou x male alpha!reader? nsfw and sfw pls <3

nesting too pls!! idk why but I love the idea of nesting sjdjsnd, pregnant bakugou fluff would be lovely too <3

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Anon: Hi I was wonder if you could do omega Bakugou sfw and nsfw please 🥺

(Hey, everyone!! Bakugou is very popular in my inbox! Okay, let’s write some omega!Bakugou headcanons <3 I have another request for pregnant!Bakugou, so I’ll add that part of the middle request to another post 😊 Also, I only write for a gender neutral reader. I hope you all enjoy~)

Warnings: N-sfw under a cut, suggestive behaviour multiple times not under the cut.

Nesting:

Bakugou is not an omega who is big on nesting. He does nest and he’s very proud of his nest, but he doesn’t feel the urge to nest super often.

He doesn’t keep a permanent, all year-round nest, he’s kind of a clean freak so having to constantly clean all the blankets in his nest would drive his nuts.

He does nest during his heat and late term pregnancy, and also after periods of extreme stress, but not often outside of these times.

But if he knows his alpha likes his nests, he might build them for his alpha when they’re stressed, although he’ll claim he just felt like making it and it shouldn’t go to waste.

It’s not a very convincing lie.

His nest is not in a very popular style, mainly because Bakugou overheats so easily.

It’s a simple double mattress on a very low frame, with a couple of pillows and sheet like blankets that he normally uses as a base rather than a covering.

He has a black and red colour scheme that he thinks is the coolest thing ever, and he definitely has an All Might pillow hidden somewhere at the back that he threatens his alpha to keep a secret, it’s very cute.

He likes his nest to be in an easily defendable position, whether that be inside a large cupboard or wardrobe, or a small room with one door and a small window.

Bakugou also keeps a mini fridge by his nest, as a lot of omegas do, to store water and food, but what he has that a lot of omegas don’t, is a mini freezer too.

He keeps ice packs and ice lollies in there to help when he’s in heat because his temperature tends to get way too high.

Bakugou doesn’t like being vulnerable, so his nest is a sensitive topic for him.

It takes him quite a while to let his alpha into his nest, but he’s quicker to let them chill outside of it, holding his hand and keeping him company. He would probably let them outside his nest after courting for a year and knowing them for at least two years. When he lets them inside depends on a lot of factors, including how well they deal with him from the outside of his nest. It could be anywhere from three months to another year.

Pups:

Bakugou has always wanted some pups, but in a removed and distant kind of way. After all, becoming the No. 1 hero was far more important than any of that ‘family’ nonsense.

He only really considers pups when he’s in a very committed relationship and at a comfortable place in his career. He’s not prepared to take time off at a vulnerable career moment, after all.

Bakugou wants two children, because, while he would never admit it, he always wished he had a sibling when he was a kid, so he wants to give that to his children.

But he’s very conflicted about it.

Firstly, two pregnancy leaves would be a huge blow to his career. Prime hero years and prime ‘having children years’ are the same years, so in a way, he has to decide how to balance these two priorities. He isn’t sure he wants to risk his career with that much leave so close together (heroes can’t be in the field while pregnant at all, so it would be a huge sacrifice.)

Secondly, he’s nervous about how useless he would likely feel while pregnant. He’s a workaholic and being confined to his house and losing control over his quirk would drive him nuts.

So, he doesn’t really know what to do. He doesn’t share any of his concerns with his alpha, but he does take their wishes into account too. If his alpha really wants two children, Bakugou does keep that in mind. But he’s not a push over. If he decides that two maternity leaves are too many, then it’s too many. It’s his body and he won’t let anyone tell him otherwise.

So, with all this in mind, Bakugou is fucking thrilled when he finds out he’s having twins.

Two pups for the price of one pregnancy leave?? Sign him the hell up!

Bakugou has twin boys, both alphas, and Bakugou just cannot believe his luck that all his problems just fixed themselves.

“But I don’t want to go!” came a defiant voice from the back seat of the car. Both you and Bakugou sighed, not keen on restarting the disagreement that had plagued the household for the entire morning. It had taken twice as long as normal this morning to get the twins dressed and in the car because of this very argument.

You could see Bakugou about to open his mouth to tell him that they had to, but you held up a hand to stop him.

“Why don’t you want to go, sweetheart?” you cooed at your oldest son.

“I don’t want you and daddy to leave…” whimpered your youngest son, answering in his brother’s stead.

Bakugou winced and reached a hand into the back and squeezed each of his son’s hands in turn.

“I know.” He said simply. You could feel his guilt, even though you both knew it was the best for all of you that the twins get used to nursery so that both you and Bakugou could go back to focusing on your careers. They would be fine, you tried to convince yourself. Millions of kids do this every year and it works out fine.

The nursery came into view, and you refocused your attention onto finding a parking space in the little car park on the side of the building. You could hear your sons shifting anxiously in the back and it pulled at your heart strings. You pulled into an empty space and turned off the engine. You and Bakugou shared a single look before moving to get your children out of the car with practiced ease.

“No,” your eldest son shouted. “I’m not going to go. I’m staying here!”

You had tried to take him out of the car seat, but he had refused to cooperate. You didn’t want to pull him out in case you hurt him. Bakugou came to stand behind you, your youngest son clutching his neck desperately.

“Let me talk to him,” he spoke softly, handing the younger twin over into your arms.

“Hey,” Bakugou said softly, leaning down to peer inside the car where his eldest son stubbornly sat with his arms crossed. “It’s okay to be scared to go to nursery, you know.”

Your oldest son visibly flinched and avoided looking at Bakugou in the eyes.

“I’m not scared, daddy. I just don’t want to.”

“Uh huh,” Bakugou said, eyebrow raised.

“I’m not!” Your son exploded. When he realised that he’d just shouted at his father, the colour drained from his face and his bottom lip started to quiver. Bakugou wordlessly held out his arms and his eldest son accepted the embrace just in time to burst into heavy tears on Bakugou’s shoulder.

“It’s alright,” Bakugou hushed. “I’m not angry at you.”

In your arms, your youngest son was watching his brother cry and letting out little whimpers into your neck. You rubbed his back soothingly and whispered that everything was going to okay.

Out of the corner of your eye, you realised another parent was staring judgementally at your family. Bakugou clearly also noticed because he bared his teeth as a warning and the parent quickly moved on. You scoffed at the idiot who thought it was a good idea to antagonise an omega who was looking after a distraught pup, let alone when said omega was a top ten hero.

“W-What if they don’t l-like me?” your eldest whimpered out.

“Here,” Bakugou wiped some of the tears away with his thumb. “How about this, you tell me if anyone is mean to you and I’ll sort it out, how does that sound?”

“But…” your son hesitated. “But what will you do?”

Bakugou grinned.

“I’ll make their parents regret doing such a shitty job at parenting.”

You gasped, halfway between scandalised and amused.

“Katsuki!” you reprimanded and smacked his lightly on the shoulder.

It did seem to cheer up your sons, though, who were now giggling at your antics.

“Daddy said a bad word,” your youngest twin giggled to you.

“He did,” you pressed your lips together. “And it was very naughty of him.”

Bakugou rolled his eyes and instead placed the pup in his arms on the floor, taking him by the hand. You did the same and slowly, you both made your way toward the school gate. The mood dropped, but neither of your children tried to resist.

You could see a teacher standing at the gate to escort the new students and you made your way over.

“Remember,” Bakugou said before you reached the gate, stopping you all for a moment. “We’ll be back in this many hours,” he held up three fingers. “Can you guys tell me how many this is?”

“One… two… three…” they both said together.

“That’s right! See? You guys are going to be the smartest ones in there,” Bakugou boasted, ruffling their hair.

“Careful,” you teased. “They’ll turn into you.”

“Are you saying I’m always the smartest person in the room?” Bakugou grinned back.

“No, I’m saying you always think you’re the smartest person in the room.”

“Oi!” he growled, knocking his shoulder with yours. The pups giggled again, seeming to be in higher spirits. You escorted them to the gate at the front of the playground and let the teacher introduce herself.

And with one final goodbye, your pups were off into the nursery and out of sight.

You and Bakugou walked to the car in silence, digesting what had happened and processing that your little ones were now old enough for nursery. You both slipped back into the car and began the drive home.

It was weird to think that your children were neither with you, nor at home waiting for you, but that kind of existential deep dive could wait until later.

Bakugou’s hand settled just a little bit too high on your thigh. For the moment, it was time to appreciate the novelty of an empty house.

Jealously:

I don’t think anyone would be very surprised to find out that Bakugou can get quite jealous on occasion.

In the early days of your relationship, he’s very nervous that his alpha is going to find a ‘better’ omega, an omega who is more traditional, and leave him for them. It takes a lot of bravery for him to leave himself vulnerable to being abandoned, and occasionally the insecurities seep through.

He hates the whiny, simpering omegas that plaster themselves onto the nearest alpha, and it makes him furious to see anyone doing that to you.

He has no subtlety, no brooding angst, he just threatens the other omega(s) away to their face, and then drags you somewhere private to cover you in his scent.

Later in the relationship, things change. He’s extremely confident that his alpha is his. Why would they ever leave him? He’s the best fucking omega ever!

Instead, he gets jealous if he isn’t getting enough attention because you’re spending too much time with someone else.

He doesn’t do this in a possessive way, it’s just that he doesn’t get a whole lot of free time and when his alpha spends that free time with someone else? Another omega? He’s pissed.

He gets surly and passive aggressive about it, and it’s extremely obvious.

The best way to fix it is to just give him lots of attention, he won’t behave like this is you have to leave for something important (he understands duty like the best of them), so it’s very easy to address.

Bakugou idly stirred a pot of miso soup as the radio in the kitchen blasted out whatever awful top 40 song it had picked this morning. He had only put it on to fill the silence really, which was the only thing this awful excuse for music was good for in his opinion.

He was making breakfast for the two of you as a kind of mini celebration. He had two days off in a row, the first time in a couple of months because of his crazy work schedule and he wanted to make sure he spent every moment that he could with his alpha. And so, here he was, getting up early to prepare breakfast for your both.

There was a lull in noise as the radio switched between songs, and in the few moments of silence, Bakugou could hear shuffling coming from the bathroom. He grinned. Perfect timing.

He put down the last plate and waited for you to come out, you should be here any second now.

Fiddling with your shirt one last time you swung open your bedroom door, bag on your shoulder, finally ready to leave. You were interrupted momentarily by a delicious scent in the air. Bakugou must be cooking, so you followed the smell to the kitchen and walked in to say goodbye to him, vaguely sad that you were going to be missing his food, but he was probably only making himself something to bring to work, anyway.

And then you saw the elaborate breakfast spread your heart stopped. Had you forgotten an anniversary? Bakugou looked just as shocked to see you dressed up and ready to leave. However, his shock soon melts into frustration.

“Why are you all dressed up?” he growled, the excitement that had been on his face when you walked in now gone. “You said you weren’t working today.”

“I’m not,” you said quietly, confused as to why he was so upset. “Izuku messaged me while I was getting dressed and invited me for brunch, I was just going to meet him.”

Bakugou’s face screwed up at your words. He went to open his mouth but then stopped. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes. He was doing the breathing exercises that his therapist taught him for when he was angry. What had you done to make him this upset?

The relaxing exercises clearly weren’t working for him because he stood up from the table and stalked out of the room suddenly, shutting himself in your bedroom. You winced as the door slammed shut behind him.

Oh dear… you had made your mate so upset that he had shut himself away in your bedroom. Your stomach twisted itself into a knot. It was time for some damage control (and a quick check of the calendar to makes sure you hadn’t actually forgotten an anniversary or something.)

You shot a quick text to Midoriya, apologising for cancelling and letting him know that something had come up. He sent back a ‘don’t worry!’ message and about six smiling emojis. Well, at least he wasn’t also mad at you.

Fishing out a tray from the cupboard above the sink, you stacked it up with as much food from the table as you could, thankful that it appeared to still be warm, and carried it to your bedroom door.

“Katsuki?” you called out, knocking on the door with your foot. “I’m coming in, is that okay?”

There was silence. Well, silence was better than swearing, so you carefully slid open the door and moved towards the brooding lump on the bed.

“The fuck do you want?” he growled. “I thought you were going out to eat with Deku?”

You froze at his vicious tone. Was he jealous? Well, that was a lot easier to solve than forgetting an anniversary, at least.  With a smile, you slid the tray onto the bedside table and climbed on the bed behind you mate, letting out a reassuring scent. You wrapped your arms around him, ignoring how he tensed in your embrace, and whispered into his ear.

“Why would I spend time with Midoriya when I could be spending time with you, hmm?” you whispered, purposefully blowing hot air onto his neck. You revelled in his full body shiver. “The only reason I accepted plans with Midoriya was because I thought you were going to work.” You pressed as close to him as you could and placed a single kiss right behind his ear. Bakugou melted at the affection.

“Come on now,” you continued, a coy smile on your face. “Let’s not let this delicious breakfast go to waste.”

You reached over and scooped a little bit of rice onto your fingers before holding it up to his lips. Bakugou opened his mouth with only a small grumble in complaint, and you made sure to push your fingers a little deeper inside than perhaps absolutely necessary.

“I promise I’ll make this morning’s misunderstanding up to you.”

Miscellaneous:

Bakugou’s scent is fairly sweet but still quite smoky.

When he’s upset/stressed, his scent is like burnt sugar, and when he’s very happy/excited, he smells like almost like a marshmallow roasting on a bonfire.

It’s a very pleasant scent but it does tend to divide people. Some love it, and others hate it.  Bakugou doesn’t care what anyone else thinks about his scent (except his alpha, but shh, that’s a secret!)

In his family, his father is an omega and his mother is an alpha and while they are happy together, Bakugou always promised himself that he would never end up in a relationship like that. He didn’t want some alpha bossing him around like his mother bossed around his father.

Bakugou finds meek alphas (and people) annoying, but he doesn’t like super aggressive alphas either. He’s attracted to people who exist in the middle of those extremes.

Bakugou knew he was an omega from birth, and it was something he was very insecure about for a long time. It was a big part of why he turned out the way he did as a child, he was making up for something that he viewed as a weakness by being as aggressive as possible.

His mother wasn’t great at making him feel secure in his secondary gender, assuming he would like certain things and pushing him in certain directions simply because he was an omega.

His father said that he was there if Bakugou had any questions, but he let Bakugou reach out to him instead of reaching out to Bakugou, and Bakugou was too proud to make the first move.

Bakugou ends up deciding that being an omega wasn’t going to stop him becoming the No. 1 hero. He decided that he could overcome being an omega.

It wasn’t until he was an adult that he actually started to accept being an omega was a part of him that he didn’t need to overcome, but that he could instead embrace and that it didn’t make him weak to do so.

When he does become a mainstream hero, he makes sure to always tell the omega children that he meets that they can do whatever they want and still be an omega.

N-sfw under the cut

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𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐑 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐒 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐃 ! kenma kouzume

★ black, top male reader! trans character. nsfw. stomach bulge. dacryphilia. vaginal sex. creaming. creampie. degrading, spit kink. exhibition. voyeurism. boyfie kenma. feminization. interracial couple. twitter link! note? giving kenma backshots. this is nasty fr.

"o-oh god . . . keep fu-fucking me.", kenma drooled into his pillow, knees quivering as he tried his best to keep his hips in the air for you. back arched and thighs spread as your cock plunged in and out of his leaking cunt with lewd incessant plops. with every push of your pelvis, kenma's juicy pussy would splash back a bit, the wetness leaving your pubic hair slick. "fuck kenma. you feel so fucking good baby."

kenma's wireless headset sat atop his head in a crooked fashion, the same camera he'd use during gaming streams now being put to use for something much more intimate. the comments of his stream were in a blaze as they watched their favorite streamer take your black cock over and over again, the camera picking up every look on kenma's face and the way you knotted his core over and over again.

it had felt as if kenma's pussy was made for your big black cock, his pink minge was absolutely perfect for you. the way he gripped at you and pushed back onto your cock was heavenly, you loved when he fucked you back. nails digging into his soft skin hard enough you were sure to leave bruises in their wake.

his dainty hands clawed at the sheets for his dear life, taking every inch that his venal pussy could and jesus, was he so fucking wet. kenma has never felt so dirty and defiled before, weak frame trembling in desperation beneath you. you loved the sight, heavy ball smacking against his clit with every stroke of your hips.

you have been taking him from behind for what felt like forever, your cock was drenched in what was both your releases, the duvet was soaked and damped. the thick white ring that frothed around your cock every time you pushed into kenma was what kept you enticed. well, that and the smack of his pretty pale ass against you whenever you fucked so deep into him. the tip of your thick cock continuously prodding at the opening of his womb. ★

"your cunt takes this dick so so good kenma! look at how he clenches around me. fuck, he's practically asking for my nut.", kenma whimpered out a string of slurred words. he could barely collect his thoughts, everything felt like a jumbled mess in his brain but god did he feel so good. you were reaching so deep inside of him, any deeper and you'd be touching his cervix. "hmf fuhh-fuck. . . yess!", kenma drooled over the sheets.

using your thumb to spread his ass, you gathered a wad of saliva in your mouth and let it drip along where you and kenma were connected before fully pounding back into him again. kenma’s cries were to the point where you thought he had cum again, he groaned as you tugged at his hair. a line of drool connecting his lip to his pillow. kenma's tongue stayed on his lips, the white of his eyes visible to the camera as he wailed out. his ears only picked up on certain things you were saying.

"so good ah! f-feels so so good. . .love c-cock~ cum! i'm cu-umming" — “ i know baby, i know! cum for me yeah?”

you grinned and let go of his waist, allowing him to fuck himself back on your cock as he pleased before his hips shuddered and he tightened around you more. with a particularly broken cry of your name he came around your cock—the pressure of his shocking release pushing you over the edge once more as you creamed his raw pussy.

kenma’s sobbing didn’t falter one time, his salty tears and drool wetting the pillow more as his thighs shook. his eye lids became heavy with sleep as he felt you rut against his bruised ass. he couldn’t even muster up the strength to return your kisses as he felt your lips press against his neck and cheek. “aw kitten. don’t fall asleep on me now. i still wanna play”

Cuddle Puddle

Adult Alpha!KiriBakuTodoDeku x Omega!reader

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Your friends always underestimated you. This all started because they teased you and said you couldn't make a nest for one let alone multiple people! It was an ongoing joke that greatly irritated you. One day you finally had enough and you decided to prove all of them wrong!

You don't start building your nest till the next warm, rainy day. You make it big enough for six people to cuddle or flop in comfortably. They would still be forced to touch each other though. The thought brings a smirk to your eye because who doesn't enjoy messing with an Alpha's mind every so often?  

Once everything is perfect in your den you text each man and let them know you are finished. You weren't gonna demand they show up. They were grown-ass adults with busy lives and jobs. They would show when they showed up. The first one to arrive being the loudest one to brag about being the first in your next, EVER! Naturally.   

Towards the evening you are disturbed from your book reading by your doorbell being rang incessantly and your door being knocked on so hard you think it might split. Dreading such repairs, you hop out of your nest, dart out the den, and down the hall past your living room then into the foyer. "Mooooving!" you yell loud enough as you slip on a Hawks house robe. The little wings make you smile as they bounce.  

A few giggles later and you open the door on your friends. Katsuki is mid-knock when you open the door and Shouto is just staring at you with his finger just above your ringer.  

"Wanna come in?" you ask, noticing that all four of them are here. And they come bearing gifts. Jumping back, you step aside and allow them entry into your home. Eyeballing their offerings as they pass you, remove their shoes and place on their house slippers. The men set their gifts on the table and you zerg rush yourself over and began to pull the items out their bags.   

First up is Izuku Midoriya! He brought you an extra-large bowl of Tendon and seafood pho! You cheer happily and do a lil happy wiggle. Taking the lid off the container you deeply inhale the scent of the contents. The sweet yet savory aroma has you salivating. “Thanks, Izuku!” you say beaming up at him as you move on to Shouto’s offering. Inside was a cute plushie of a D20 that you had been wanting ever since the company announced it. You chuck it at his head playfully, expecting him to catch it. Instead, it bounces off and rolls onto the ground. Your group looks down at the die as it comes to a complete halt.  

“Nat 20” Shouto announces and the rest of you swear.   

“Of course, your head would alter the dice roll. I call interference!” Katsuki barks out angrily as he snatched up the bright red and black official Sorcerers of the Peninsula die. You pop it up into the air a few times then chuck it at the Ashen Blonde’s head. It makes contact and bounces off his nose to roll on the floor. He starts to yell and you shush him pointing to the settled die on the ground. “An 11.” Izuku states as he returns from your kitchen, he had disappeared off to with a spoon and some chopsticks.   

The green-haired man busies himself setting up your pho while you cheese at a ranting Katsuki. “Aye, simma down now! It ain’t that big. You just ain’t shit, that’s all.” you taunt the Sanguine-eyed man and duck behind his best friend. “Not my fault you suck.” you continue to antagonize the ripped man while his equally as shredded, yet taller bestie held him back laughing.  

“Enough you two! Come on Bakubro, you know she is just doing this to get a rise out of you. This isn’t very manly of you. Let it roll off your shoulder.” Eijiro says with mirth as he rests his hands on the blonde's shoulder. Katsuki glares at the both of you then storms away to one of your dining chairs and plops down into it. “Whatever, hurry up and open the gifts. I want to see this amazing nest you supposedly made,” he growls out.   

You flip him off, grab the taller redhead’s basketball shorts waist and pull him with you towards the table. Not failing to miss how the other three alphas stiffen at the action. Eijiro loops an arm around your waist when you stand in front of the black walnut circular table and points to his gift. The only one actually wrapped. You hum and look up at him. The sharp-toothed ginger leans down and nuzzles your neck. Which gets him growls from the others but a happy chirp from you as you return the action and nuzzle into his cheek. “Mine next,” he says motioning with his finger towards the parcel.   

You take your hand off his elastic and bend over to grab the package. This time you failed to see how their eyes roved over your body. Taking in every curve before they would collectively swallow and send each other warning glares. You grab the parcel, none the wiser and bounce on your heels happily.   

“Aiight! Let’s see what’s in this baby! Can I shake it?” You inquire impatiently. “Do whatever you want, gorgeous,” he replies nuzzling into your Jumbo Bantu Knots. You had them done up into a mohawk crown of sorts. Little gold clasps and cowrie shells interlaced into the braids that made up the knots. The decorations were also a gift from Kirishima from a few years back.   

Wiggling your butt to-and-fro you chirp again then tear into the brown parchment paper that wrapped the inner contents. You then shriek which has every alpha in the room standing up and surveying for a threat except for the man holding your waist. “I take it you like them?” He questions rhetorically. Your head nods frantically and you can’t stop wiggling happily against his abdomen. “Yaaas! I love them! Thank you!” your turn in his arms and jump up to give him a neck hug after setting the box down.   

The other agitated alphas in the room lean over the table to see what was in the box that had you so excited. Several groans and facepalms follow. “Should have known it.” Grumbles Katsuki who is now sitting on your table with Shouto. Izuku is watching your interaction with the redhead with a strange look in his eyes. The redhead smirks at each of the other men while your back is turned and brings you in closer. Pressing you tighter against his body.   

You let go of Kirishima’s neck and pry yourself out of his grasp. You are used to tight bear hugs from the man. He releases you with a deep, throaty chuckle and you return to your gift. Several sets of waist beads in various colors. Including a solid leather and cowrie set. You hear the blonde huff and you give him a warning side-eye. Setting the box aside, you thank Eijiro again then motion for the grumpy Bakugou to give you, his gift.   

He glares daggers at you but is forced to relent after a tic. With the most dramatic sigh you have heard from the blonde since you have met him, he shoves a pretty emerald green gift bag into your chest which you barely catch. It slightly crumples with the force of his exertion and he winces. “My bad,” he says in a form of apology. That catches all of you off guard. Your head nods slowly as you reply while reaching into the bag to get at its contents. “Iz all good homie. You jus’ excited right?” You wink at him lightening the mood.   

Your hand touches several cold objects and you stare down into the bag. Vision obstructed by the purple and yellow decorative paper shoved into the bag. Your eyebrow quirks up at him and he blushes. Turning his head to the side. That was new.    

You flip the bag upside down over the table and the contents spill out. You separate each item out into its own pile and gasp. Katsuki had gotten you your favorite brand of henna cones, bangles for your wrists and ankles, armlets, necklaces, new rings for your fingers, ears, and nose as well as a very beautiful and out-of-place tasfift. You pick up the golden headpiece embedded with emeralds and rubies and look over at him. He was looking away from you but you knew he could feel the burning intensity from your stare.   

Which you held until he turned to meet your gaze.   

You were going to question him on if he knew what set this particular piece of jewelry belonged to until you saw his normally tanned skin taking a tinge of red from the blush. All the way down to his neck. Ooooh. He knows. Now that is different.  You opt to tuck your lips inward towards your mouth and bounce your head breaking eye contact whilst humming. “Thank you, Katsuki. Especially for this. I’ll be honored to wear it when time comes.” You say politely with a delicate, slow nod in his direction.  

The other men shrugged not understanding what was going on while you carefully placed each item of jewelry back into the bag and set it off to the side while you went to your noodles that Midoriya has prepared exactly the way you loved them. The men have a silent conversation between themselves while you noisily slurp your noodles. Izuku’s dark emerald eyes glittered with joy. You suspect the man probably made it himself judging his reaction.  

Your bowl is finished off and quickly replenished by the Hunter green-haired man who then exits your dining room to go to your living room. You can hear them talking quietly amongst themselves while you continue to eat and think over the thoughtfulness of each of their gifts. You would need to do something for each of them in return for their kindness. You finished up and cleaned up before you went to go join the men folk.   

Lightly padding into your living room, you sneak up behind Katsuki and poke your head in between his arms and his side. “Whatcha whisperin’ abouts?” you inquire casually. The blonde stares down at you with his eyebrows twitching. The other three are different shades of lightish red and avoid eye contact with you.   

Your throat clears and you snap your fingers to get a response from them. Which was a series of growls as they reminded you of their secondary genders. Standing up and wedging yourself against Katsuki’s side you ignore their bullshit and motion to the group. “Y’all done gossiping like biddies and ready to see my magnum opus?” You try your best to sound blasé but come off instead as mischievous. Not helped by the ass slap you give the Sanguine-eyed man. You know your forwardness would catch them all off guard and that was fine by you. This was your home and you would do whatever the fuck you want.   

Extracting yourself from his body, you skip out the room and down the hall to your den. Bounding in and jumping into your nest. Bundling yourself up into your favorite blankets and waiting for the four alphas to grow a set and venture in after you. Because right now they were staring into the room but not entering it. Looking between themselves and the wiggling mass of blankets with only a set of eyes peering out that was you in the center.   

You see them playing a short game of rock, paper, scissors that ends with Shouto as the winner. The heterochromatic-eyed man steps in cautiously and smoothly approaches your max comfort and cozy nest. He can smell the items he scented somewhere behind you and off to the side. This pleases him. Not so much the odors of the other scented items you got from the other men. He chose to ignore that and present the underside of his wrist to you and lower his head exposing his neck to you in askance to enter your nest.   

You chuck a strawberry shortcake plushie at his head as you accept his request. He chuckles at your unusual way of saying yes and creeps into your space. Stealthing his way to his section of your nest. Well, he assumes it is his since his scent is all over it but it is still your nest and only your nest until you say otherwise.   

Next up is Izuku. His section is in front of Shouto’s. He pokes at the edge and pleads with his eyes for you to let him in. Tapping the tips of his index fingers together. You nod your head and bean him with an All Might Plush he got you several years ago. Apparently, it was a rare one from his Silver Era. Whatever that meant. You weren’t an All Might stan. He cheered, picked up the plush, and went to inspect the section that smelled so strongly of him. Giving an apprehensive nod to Shouto when they made eye contact.  

Ignoring that weirdness, you waited for the next plebian. Eijiro strode up confidently and sat down but back ramrod straight smiling down at you. He winked as he presented his bare, exposed wrist to you then lowered his head so his neck was open to all. You smashed a confetti-colored octopus plush into the top of his head and growled. He grabbed your forearm and pulled you slightly out of your mass of blankets to playfully snap at you. You stick your tongue out at him and he releases you chuckling. He walks off to your side as you reburrow yourself into your warm pile. “This is amazing! You really put your all into it didn’t you?” he beams and speaks to you as he looks at his section of the nest and fawns over everything.   

That leaves one Katsuki Bakugou as the final person to ask entrance to your nest. He doesn’t look very comfortable and you can imagine why. No alpha wants to willingly share a nest with any other alpha if they can help it. You think he is going to leave with the way he is shifting his weight but he surprises you and approaches your nest. You peel the blankets off of your head and sit up to receive his request. The other three alphas also turn to watch.   

Your jaw hits the floor when Bakugou kneels and presses his forehead to the floor with his arms folded in front of him, fingertips touching in a formal submission. The other Alphas bristle and look at each other over your head and make varied gestures that you fail to catch cuz your attention and focus is solely on the man before you. This is the second overt gesture he has made towards you that has caught your attention this day. The first being the tasfift from earlier.   

Not wanting to disrespect his formal and proper ask you lean over and tap his neck with the tips of your index, middle, and ring fingers of one of your hands. Dragging them back up to rest at the top of his head above his brow. Two more taps and you retract your exposed limb and hunker back down in your blankets. Not feeling so bold as to continue that exchange in front of the other alphas in the room.  

Katsuki sits back up, nods to you then walks off to his spot behind Kirishima and across from Izuku. The men busy themselves with the inspection of their respective areas. Saying their "oo’s" and "ahh’s" at the different items you had stashed. Shocked you kept certain things and touched you had others. A few items like old hoodies you had lied about and said you lost were called into question to which you would feign an “I have no idea how that got there. Weeeird.” while they glared at you.  

Eventually, you got bored and turned on the tv that was in the room and began watching a vampire flick. It looked cheesy but that was ok. You enjoyed B movies. You are halfway through by your own assumption when Katsuki’s burnt caramel scent invades your nose and you are pulled back against his chest. Eijiro’s head finds your lap while Shouto and Izuku’s hands claim your own.  

The actions take you by surprise but you opt to not draw attention to the situation. They don’t smell agitated nor are they acting annoyed. They instead seem to be content to relax and just vibe with you while watching your “Shitty and poor taste!” movie. The label courtesy of the broody blonde whose torso was warming your back.   

At some point, you all fell asleep in one mass cuddle puddle. Everyone curled up tightly around everyone else. Arms slung around each other as the alpha men made a warm, comforting and secure circle around you. Protecting you from whatever might dare disturb or threaten y’all. You couldn’t tell who was where but the security that they provided collectively lured you deeper into your sleep and the last coherent thought you had before REM took you was that you were grateful to your alphas and loved them.   

FIN 

miguel on top desperately riding u and begging u to take over n pound him through the floorboards

ftm!miguel o'hara x reader

a/n — avid pussy enjoyer here

"Here? Now?" You mutter under your breath, a small grin on your face as you feel him push you down against the floor roughly. It didn't bother you at all, really— it was just a tad amusing seeing him so desperate like this. He was usually quite well put together, but this was something different.

"Yeah, and?" Miguel says with a scoff, letting out a breathy sigh when he grinds his hips against your own. His head tilts back, and you see his the eyes of his mask squinting slightly when your crotches meet. You both were supposed to go around the different multiverses and make sure things were okay, but clearly, Miguel had a different idea. Sure, the mission had been boring so far since there wasn't much going awry around, but you didn't think it would lead to... this. He had pulled you into an abandoned building to talk privately, he said... what a conversation this was.

You passed your hands over his thighs, gently squeezing the mixture of muscle and fat of them. Power rippled underneath the skin, much more than you'd ever seen. Everything about the man on top of you screamed strength and intelligence. You admired that about him.

"Miguel, mi amor... They're going to come looking for us if we do this. This can wait a bit, can't it?" You tried to be the voice of reason, but a particularly hard roll of the man's hips shut you up real quick. You can feel his core twitch against you, already slick with arousal against your half hard cock.

"Let them find us." Miguel says, voice heavy and dripping with need. He was getting impatient. You watch as he grabs the bottom half of both your suits, his claws digging in deep before tearing away at the fabric without a care in the world. That'll be very annoying to fix later, you think to yourself, but his hands distract you very quickly. "We haven't been left alone all damn week, I need this now or else I'll go crazy." He growls lowly and you can imagine him baring his fangs underneath his mask.

You lean back onto the hardwood floor with a sigh, "That's true, isn't it?" May as well let him use you to his hearts content so he gets his fill.

He quickly works you to full hardness, thumb swiping over your weeping tip. If he weren't more careful, Miguel would have scratched your dick off. You were thankful. To show your appreciation, your hand slide down his thigh and made its way to his exposed cunt. You let out a pleased noise seeing how positively dripping he is for you already. You rub a circle over his clit, gently nudging the sensitive bundle. You're just about to slip your fingers into his folds when he stops you. Miguel tightens his grip onto your wrists before pinning them down above your head.

"You take too long." He mutters, lifting his hips up and guiding your cock into him. You hear a low hiss from him when your tip brushes against his clit, but that quickly turns into a noise of pleasure from the both of you as you slip inside. He feels absolutely heavenly around you, it takes everything within you to not break out of his grip to fuck up into his tight pussy.

Miguel was in control, you told yourself, for now.

You both sit there for a moment, relishing in the moment. Miguel's head is tilted back, a low groan threatening to rip itself from his throat whenever you shifted your hips.

"Deberías darte prisa, cariño. No quieres que nadie nos vea así, ¿verdad?" You purr at him, purposely using whatever little leverage you had to thrust lightly into him. You brushed right over Miguel's sweetspot, so close yet so far.

Miguel let out a frustrated groan and grabbed his mask, ripping it off and truly, it was more beautiful than anything you've ever seen. His cheeks were flushed, hair messy and sticking to his face with each heavy pant that falls from his lips. His fangs were threatening to rip through his lower lip from how hard he was biting down onto it. You'd tease him more if you could.

"¿Alguna vez sabes cuándo cerrar la boca, hijo de puta?" Miguel spits out, lifting his hips up and slamming down onto your cock roughly. It strikes all the good places within him and he lets out a soft moan. He eventually lets go of your wrists to steady himself on your shoulders, letting you grab ahold of his hips. The more you complied, the better it would be for the both of you.

Miguel must've wanted this bad because the way he squeezes down onto you when he lifts himself up leaves you breathless. Like he's determined to milk you dry. At first, his quick, rough pace was working until his hips began to stutter with each stroke of your thick cock within him. His legs were straining and his pace was getting sloppy. You knew what this meant.

With a small smile on your face, you passed a hand over his abdomen. "Struggling a little, hermoso? I can help you..." You muttered, planting your feet flat on the ground and thrust up into him firmly. It knocks the breath out of the man and he about collapses onto you. You can feel his claws digging into your shoulders, tearing at your suit but you didn't care anymore. You loved the wild look in his eyes, it was unlike anything you've ever seen.

After a bit of consideration, he growls out, "Fine. You owe me." If it meant fucking that pretty pussy of his again in the future, you'd do anything he'd ask.

Wordlessly, you flipped him onto his back with ease— warming something in the pits of Miguel's belly. He was glad you were strong.

You immediately leaned in to kiss him, starting off sweet but ending up sloppy as always. Miguel bites at your lips as if he were a man starved, his fang nicking your bottom lip and the taste of metal spreading throughout the kiss. You pulled away for a second before he pulled you back in desperately, wrapping his arms around your neck to keep you close. You were glad you didn't need air as frequently as any other human would.

While you kissed, you guided yourself back into him, sliding in with ease. This finally gets him to pull away from the kiss, a soft moan falling from his swollen lips. "D-date prisa, dios— no puedo soportarlo más." He says breathlessly, his eyelids fluttering when he felt your tip brush against that spot within him. He lets go of your neck and squeezes your shoulders, spreading his legs out further. What a whore.

You chuckle and set that same rough pace from before that you know he loves so much. "Telling me to hurry up, huh? Didn't you start this, Miguelito? You wanted this." You say with a cruel grin, emphasising your words with strikes to his cunt that leave Miguel speechless. You thumb at his clit again as you move, pressing against that bundle of nerves in all the right way.

He was so wet, absolutely dripping from just your words. Each smack of skin against skin and Miguel's helpless moans resonates through the room, the air thick with the scent of sex and blood.

"I bet you would just love it if I got you knocked up, huh?" You coo, a strangled sob coming from the man beneath you, "Te encantaría llevar a mis bebés, ¿no? Wanna see you all round with my kin, then maybe then you'd calm down and take a break finally, huh?" Your words are absolute filth and Miguel is eating up every bit of it.

You can feel your gut tightening up and with the way you're feeling him clench around you whilst making your back his own personal scratch post— it's safe to assume he's about to cum too.

"Gonna cum, mi amor. Where do you want it?" You ask, slowing down to a grinding halt to get his attention.

Miguel's voice is hoarse but he sobs out, "Inside— Adentro, por favor. Los amo tanto, quiero a sus bebés... Por favor, por favor, los necesito, los amo—" You shush him with a sweet kiss, one that leaves him absolutely wrecked. His lashes are wet with unshed tears, threatening to slip the harder you fucked him into the floor.

"Anything for you, sweet thing." You mutter softly into the kiss, wiping away his tears away.

You kiss his face a couple times before taking ahold of one of his hands to keep him grounded. You pushed him down into a mating press, the new angle successfully driving Miguel insane as you drove so deep within him.

You rubbed against his clit as you fucked into him like it was your last day on earth, watching the oh so stoic Miguel O'Hara unravel into a begging, whimpering mess underneath you.

You can feel his cunt squeezing down onto you and before you know it, he orgasms. That was enough for the pressure within you to finally snap, cock twitching as you emptied a thick, hot load into him. You continued moving within him, making sure every last drop of your release was pumped into him before eventually slowing down to a stop.

You were both absolutely fucked out, Miguel moreso than you. Tears and droll stained his face and you couldn't help but be proud of yourself. You leaned in to kiss him, muttering a soft 'good boy' under your breath. He kissed you back softly this time, low purrs coming from him as you showered him with praise and affection.

This was all interrupted when Miguel's watch beeped and small hologram of Jessica appeared.

"You two lovebirds finished patrolling yet? We have a situation that needs to be taken care of." She says with a hum, a slightly smug look on her face. She knew. Of course, she did.

"We'll be there in five." Miguel said roughly, his voice completely shot.

"Oh, and try to clean up before you get here, please? We don't anyone seeing-"

"WE'LLBETHEREINFIVEBYE." Miguel yells out, embarrassment clear in his face before closing the communication line. That woman would be the death of him. He lets out an irritated sigh and looks to you, slightly startled by the lovestruck look in your eyes.

Yeah, this would be the man you'd marry, you concluded.

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𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐑'𝐒 💌: happy fathers day! even though the part before the cut is more focused on the mother-son relationship, the cut after is all about bakugo and his son. I hope you enjoy it!

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒. attempted sexual assault, the reader is implied as a female (mother), big fluff

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒. domestic!bakugo x domestic!reader, domestic!bakugo with son (platonic), domestic!reader with son (platonic), domestic!reader with daughter (platonic).

Bakugo's son is nothing like him at first. He never clung to his mama's leg, pleading with big, glossy puppy dog eyes just to be picked up as Kinnosuke did with you. He was also very sensitive, concluding that he wasn't the baby no longer ever since his newborn sister was brought into the world. He had to share his toys and your attention and thought that you didn't love him anymore.

But now at age 16-17, he's almost like bakugo's replica. He even inherited bakugo's bitch-resting face, I mean, all the bakugo pupils did; Kinnosuke just doesn't act up around you, still looking at you for guidance with a soft gaze and never swears around your presence. He tries to stay away from things he knows that'll disappoint you, but occasionally be the adolescent teen with the blood of a bakugo coursing through him, tempting him to erect trouble.

However, there was this one incident that occurred on the bus. He didn't understand why you both took the bus even when you had a car, but he didn't complain. Mothers knows best, he supposes. A man from behind you attempted to pinch your butt and nearly on instinct, he gripped onto the man's wrist and glared at him with bakugo's infamous death stare, making the enemy nearly evaporate from the heat of his scowl.

In all this, you don't recognize an assault was planned on you, just grabbing your son's hand and dragging him out of the bus. He just returns to a normal soft gaze when he looks at his mother.

It wasn't like he despised his father, he still loved him even when he's older, he just preferred you.

But he won't forget that time where they were taking a nice father-son stroll around the neighborhood on a warm day. He had his little stubby five-year-old hand engulfed by bakugo's much rougher and older ones. He walked in the inside of the sidewalk while bakugo walked to the side nearer to the street, always protective on instinct when it came to his family.

They came across a house with a large chained fence and a metal sign hung on the said fence. It was titled, "BEWARE DOG", But with his limited vocabulary, he didn't understand what it meant at the time and paid no attention to it.

That was when a Cane Corso dog shot up on the porch it was resting on and raced to meet the duo by the fence with its canine teeth exposed, barking very loudly and not in the familiar way a golden retriever would greet him.

Kinnosuke unleashes a tiny exclamation and jerks his hand out of bakugo's which he also lets out a minor gasp, then runs to his side, wrapping his dwarf arms around his leg.

The dog still fires his needless rage on the pair as bakugo lifts the frightened child from his leg and brings him to his chest without a word. He knows the dog won't do anything because it's behind a strong barrier and in whatever situation it gets ahead of the said strong barrier, he'll just hold his son high and blast it beyond space. Besides, the dog is just protecting its own family from any intruders. Kinnosuke is still a little skeptical of dogs to this day.

As they returned home, bakugo reminded Kinnosuke who was still in his arms.

"Big things are scary, but the only thing to make it stop being scary is to be bigger than itself and make it seem smaller."

It was that quote that led him to be the future's top pro-hero.

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warnings: mature content, mature language, swingers, penetration, oral sex, semi group sex, rough sex

“Are you sure about this” YN sighed, looking over her slim figure in the mirror. She was a tiny thing. Dainty like a ballerina, and short in stature. Though she did have small curves, it was nothing compared to the voluptuous Mina Ashido.

The pink girl looked amazing in her black lingerie set. Filling it out like y/n never could. Her large breasts bulged provocatively, threatening to burst through the seams. While (y/n)’s flat chest barely lifted in the lacy white material.

“Oh (y/n), don’t be nervous. They’re bestfriends, they share everything. This was bound to come up sooner or later” Mina shrugged, “besides, I wouldn’t mind being on the receiving end of that Detroit smash everyone’s always fawning over.

The statement made (y/n) flinch. The thought of her Izu being intimate with Mina, her close friend and his best friend’s girlfriend made her nervous. Mina was everything she was insecure about; a perfect curvy body, a fun and outgoing personality. She had it all, why did she need Izuku too? Seemed kind of greedy.

Mina, noticing her friend’s hesitance softened and stood behind her. SHe wrapped her arms around (y/n)’s torso and rested her chin on her shoulder. "Look at you. You’re gorgeous (y/n).’ She coos, placing a soft kiss on her neck, "don’t you want them to see how good you look?” Y?N sighed, leaning into her friend’s touch. “I’m just nervous. I look like a little girl standing next to you.” She pouted, but the expression dropped when MIna lowered her hand to rest against her clothed clit.

“You’re definitely a woman, (Y/n)” Mina murmured against her neck and pressed against her sensitive mound. (Y/N) bit her lip to hide the moans that were threatening to spill out. “Besides, good little girls get rewards.”

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inspired by a tweet i saw ages ago and have since lost rip.

bimbo reader x steve

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The sound of high heels clacking against the concrete floor of the hardware store is more than a little unusual. Steve almost doesn’t register it at first, thinking maybe it’s part of the music playing overhead, but when the song changes and he still hears it, he glances up with a frown. He certainly isn’t expecting the sight that greets him.

The heels make perfect sense now. Steve’s eyes trail up from sparkly pink toenails showcased in strappy heels to, somehow, an even pinker flared mini skirt that is doing a fantastic job of showing off your legs, and a cropped fitted tee that reads MILF IN TRAINING across the front in, you guessed it, pink glittery letters. Everything about you is just… pink.

He doesn’t want to admit it aloud, let alone think it, because he tries not to judge based on appearance, but you look a little lost. Your doe-eyed gaze flits from one end of the store to the other, glossed lips pursed in thought.

Steve doesn’t mean to stare, honest, it’s just that you’re so dainty and bright in a way this dull, musty smelling hardware store isn’t. He doesn’t think he’s seen eyelashes that long before and he briefly wonders if they’re real. The tint to your cheeks definitely isn’t, but he bets your natural flush is just as pretty of a color as the one apparent now.

He shakes his head to clear his thoughts; that’s not important. What is important is that he does his actual job and helps a customer who needs it.

He wipes his suddenly sweaty palms on his ugly, orange work apron and is about to make his way over to you, but you spot him before he can. A smile spreads across your shiny lips and you quickly walk to where Steve’s been restocking boxes of nails, your perfectly styled hair bouncing with each step. Or, well, he was restocking the nails, until he caught sight of you.

“Hi,” you say in a relieved tone. He opens his mouth to say hello in return, but you continue before he gets a chance. “Could you please show me your caulk?”

Steve chokes on nothing, a startled cough wheezing out of him. “I-I’m sorry, what? My what?”

You tilt your head curiously, brows pinching slightly in a frown. “Your caulk? You know, the like, long thingy with the sticky, white stuff inside? Gets hard as it dries…?”

The hand gestures you’re using do not help the heat from rushing to Steve’s cheeks or his blood pressure that is suddenly skyrocketing.

“I… Ma’am, I-I don’t think—” he starts sputtering until you cut him off again.

“I really need it,” you say, almost whining, cocking your hip as you begin to explain, “because, like—okay, so, my apartment is nice, right? I totally managed to snag one of the better ones, and my friend said that I wouldn’t be able to because it’s, like, impossible to get a good one in the building I’m in, but once I spoke to the landlord he was super sweet and let me choose whichever one I wanted. Isn’t that, like, so cute? But anyway, it could definitely be nicer, especially after I noticed that the caulking around the bathtub needs some serious retouching, so, like, that’s why I’m here.”

Steve blinks a couple times to process the rapid pace of sentences thrown at him, and when it finally registers, he nearly smacks his own forehead.

“Oh!” Relief floods him so quickly he nearly collapses. “Caulk, you need caulk.” He probably over enunciates the word, but Jesus Christ. “Wow, okay, that… that makes much more sense,” he says, shoulders relaxing as he lets out a sigh.

“What did you think I meant?” you ask in confusion.

His cheeks flush anew as he clears his throat. “Uh, nothing, it’s nothing. If you’ll follow me, I’ll take you to the—the caulk.”

“Thank you so much,” you gush, smiling widely.

He checks that you’re still following probably too many times, considering the click-clacking of your heels is prominent behind him, but you only grin happily when you see him looking. He takes note of the stares from other men, even some women, and is curious if you notice them, too, or if you just don’t care. You certainly carry yourself with the utmost confidence, your head held high and shoulders set in a gentle, relaxed slope. Steve admires it and maybe even envies it a little.

Which isn’t to say that he lacks confidence. He just sometimes still feels like that scrawny kid he used to be.

He almost walks past the right section, having let his mind wander, but he’s quick to direct his feet to the shelves that hold what you’re searching for.

“Is there a specific brand you’re wanting, or…?” he trails off, cocking an eyebrow curiously.

“Whichever one is the best,” you say sweetly.

Steve grabs the brand he personally thinks is better than the others and hands it over with a polite smile.

“Do you need a caulk gun, too?” he asks.

You wave a dismissive hand. “Oh, no, I have a pink one at home.”

Somehow, that doesn’t surprise Steve in the slightest, but all he says is, “Great! Is there anything else I can help you with today?”

You get a twinkle in your eyes, your smile turning playful at the corners of your lips. It makes him squirm a little in a way he’s not entirely sure he hates, like the anticipation of your reply could make or break him, and he finds that he wouldn’t mind staying in your presence a little longer. Your response, though, gets cut off by a random man behind you.

“I could do a better job helpin’ you out, baby,” he says suggestively, not even attempting to hide his lust as he leers at you.

You spin on your heel in a flash, hair swishing around your shoulders and sending a rather pleasant waft of what’s either your shampoo or perfume in Steve’s direction. The short skirt of your dress fans out with your spin as well, riding up almost dangerously high. Your grin is now sharp, edgy, and your eyes are piercing in a way they haven’t been in the brief moments Steve has been around you, and he takes a cautious step back.

“First of all, worry about helping yourself with that receding hairline you’re sporting, big guy. Second of all, we weren’t talking to you, so you should mind your business. And lastly, if you ever speak to me again I’ll have this nice man beside me show me where the chainsaws are and I’ll chop off your fucking dick. M’kay?”

The man scoffs. “Bitch,” he grumbles under his breath.

Steve frowns and is about to tell him off for calling a lady a bitch, but you giggle and he stops in surprise.

“Takes one to know one, baby.” Your tone is mocking yet deceptively sweet as you give him an obvious once over. “I can see that ugly silver band on your left ring finger,” you note with a cute wrinkle of your nose, “so why don’t you get the rest of the shit on your honey-do list and head home to your, undoubtedly, extremely unsatisfied wife and leave other women alone.”

A snort of laughter sneaks out of Steve before he can stop it. The man, now red in the face, huffs before stomping away, wisely choosing not to say anything else.

“Tell her to call me if she ever needs a girl’s day!” you sing-song to his retreating back, smiling in satisfaction when his shoulders hunch higher and his pace picks up.

Steve is biting back his own smile, but his inner old man shoves his way to the forefront of his mind and demands to offer unsolicited advice.

“You know, you ought to be careful,” he advises. “Some guys won’t just walk away like that.”

You seem both amused and touched by his concern. “I can take care of myself,” you assure, flicking your hair, adding, “Plus, I have, like, a gazillion self defense keychains.”

You reach into your purse and pull them out, each one of them pink, sparkly, or leopard print, clinking noisily against each other. You pick out a specific one that looks like a castle, putting your fingers into the holes and holding it up for Steve to see.

“This one is like, super stabby,” you explain.

“The tips definitely look sharp,” he concedes, taking note of all the other defenses held together in your small hand.

Part of him wonders if you’ve ever used any of them, but a larger part of him sincerely hopes you haven’t. He clears his throat.

“Well, I guess I’ll leave you to it. Let me know if you need help with anything else.”

He pastes on a polite smile and takes one last look at you, sighing wistfully internally, then heads back to finishing restocking boxes of nails. He’s hoping the monotony of the repetitive task will bring him back down to earth after such an interesting altercation.

You’re certainly a bundle of contradictions. Your appearance is all pink and sparkles and ruffles galore. Anyone giving you a passing glance would think like Steve did at first.

I doubt there’s much going on in that pretty, little head.

Of course, Steve feels guilty now. He should know better—not only because his Momma raised him right, but because people also make assumptions about him and his appearance too. Over six feet tall, broad shoulders, big muscles… He’s definitely had to deal with his share of rude people. However, he doubts any of his encounters hold a candle to yours.

He sighs to himself as he grabs the last of the boxes and places them neatly on the shelf. If he’d been braver, he would have asked you out. You’re very beautiful; kind of like a fairy or a princess, or… something. Definitely something like that. Damn. He really screwed the pooch on this one.

“Excuse me?”

Steve stills, heart picking up pace as he turns to see you smiling up at him. You’ve got a plastic bag with the store’s tacky logo on it resting in the crook of your elbow with your purchase inside.

“Yes?” he croaks. He coughs lightly and hopes his ears aren’t as red as they feel. “Did you need something else?”

You cock your hip again, twirling some of your hair around your finger, looking at him through your lashes.

“Yes,” you pout. “I was wondering if you knew where I could find this guy.” Steve’s stomach drops to his toes. “He’s got these like, stupidly pretty blue eyes, a very attractive beard, sandy blonde hair I can’t wait to sink my fingers into, and he’s about this tall.” You bite your lip as you step closer and hold your hand up, measuring Steve’s height with it. He gets another whiff of that tantalizing scent coming off of you and it kicks his heart right back into overdrive.

“What… What did you need him for exactly?” he asks carefully.

You drop your hand as you hum in thought. “Well, I thought we’d start with a date, but I’m open to almost anything,” you say, your smile turning sly.

“Oh,” he says faintly. “I, uh. I think he’d be okay with that.”

You giggle and fuck, he wants to hear that again.

“Good,” you reply as you tuck your hair behind your ear.

“Just for clarification’s sake,” Steve rushes out, “we’re talking about me, right?”

You let out more giggles (oh god) and cover your mouth with your tiny hand and Steve melts. He feels his own lips stretching into a grin, chest fluttering.

“Of course, you silly billy.” You’re still smiling as you reach into your purse, rummaging around and extracting a pen with feathers on the end of it and a tiny, glittery notebook. You scribble something down and rip the piece of paper out. “Call me?” you ask as you hand it over.

“Absolutely,” he replies, not believing his luck, staring at the numbers on the paper.

You reach up to tap on his name tag. “Oh, and Steve?”

His eyes are now glued to where your pink nails have trailed down to teasingly swipe back and forth on his pec. He’s pretty sure he mumbles something back to show he’s listening, but who knows, really. You lean in even closer, pressing up on your tip-toes.

“You can treat me like a lady and still fuck me on the first date,” you whisper, your warm breath fanning out across his ear and sending a shiver down his spine. When you pull back to meet his unfocused gaze, you’re smirking. “M’kay?”

He swallows thickly. “‘Kay,” he replies.

You tilt your head and stare at different parts of his face, biting your lip. Steve lets you, terrified to move, otherwise you might say gotcha! and take off. You sigh dreamily and give him a glossy kiss on the cheek. Then you boop him on the nose and step back.

“Ugh, you’re so cute. This is gonna be like, so much fun. I can tell.” He nods dumbly in agreement. “Don’t forget to call me, okay? I’ll be really, really sad if you don’t.”

With a beaming grin and wave, you spin on your heels and sashay away.

“Bye,” he says to the fading sound of your clacking heels, feeling bowled over and utterly lost, but knowing he’d be a fucking idiot to not call you.

With that thought in mind, he digs his phone out of his pocket, never mind the fact that he’s still on the clock and is technically not supposed to have his phone out, and dials your number. He double checks (and triple checks) he’s put it in right, then hits the call button. You answer on the third ring.

“Hello?”

Steve is pretty sure he can hear how you’re smiling smugly to yourself.

“So… Are you free tonight?”

“For you? I’m free whenever, handsome.”