ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ : Ride Em, Cowboy!
ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ : ride em, cowboy!
↳˗ˏˋkatsuki x readerˊˎ˗ ↴
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ content: hybrid/holstaur au, milf reader, farm au, plus size reader
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ warnings: loss of virginity, ruts, creampie, referenced accidental pregnancy, outdoor sex, kissing, blowjobs, experienced y/n, breeding benches, lemme know if i missed any
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ notes: i said i’ve stopped writing mha fics, but that doesn’t mean i can’t repost a few of my faves :). y/n has hair over her face like those cute, fluffy highland cows and a heavy southern accent cause it’s my fave accent ever and it fits.
you inhale the soft scent of grass, stretching your arms over your head and yawning. lifting your coils away from your face for a better look, you smile softly at the little figure running towards you, his little bell jingling around his neck.
“mama!” arata giggles and jumps on you for hugs.
“hi, baby,” you giggle quietly, sleep still in your lash line. “did ya have lunch?”
“mhm, ‘zuku gave me a salt.” he shows you the little white disk he’s half licked. “yum.”
“that’s nice, baby.” you sigh and lay back down.
life is good on the toshinori farm; the biggest hybrid farm in the country. you get to laze around all day with the other cows, eat whenever you want, and hang around with your calf. you watch him skip around the meadow, squealing in delight and trying to catch a bright, orange butterfly. occasionally plucking the petals off a daisy.
“mama,” arata calls.
“yah?”
“what that?” he points down the hill.
you lift your head and look over, seeing a large, white truck pulling up in front of the barn.
“we have visitors, baby,” you explain and take your sweet time sitting up. “why dontcha go see?”
“yeh!” he cheers and skips down the hill, leaving you to take another afternoon nap.
izuku pats the side of the truck to signal it’s gone far enough.
“drop it!” he calls the driver to lower the back ramp.
the other cows and bulls line up by the dividing fence with their babies, wondering what could be going on.
arata stands beside a brown cow with white patches, peeking out from behind her leg to watch two bulls stomp down the ramp into the barn.
“ooh, cute~” the brown cow,mina, swoons and flutters her fingers at the massive bull with black fur and red eyes.
“beeg,” arata mumbles.
“they are big,” mina giggles and pats his hair. “yer gonna get big like that one day.”
“wowee!”
“where’s yer mama?”
“umm, sleepy time.”
mina rolls her eyes, unsurprised. you could’ve at least come see what was happening.
inside the barn, izuku is showing the two bulls where they’ll be staying.
“you’ll have a great time here!” he chirps. “my name’s izuku, you can come to me or the other farmers if you need anything.”
the dark haired one chuffs and grins, shooting him a thumbs up.
“great! i’ll let you get settled in. feel free to hang around however you want, i’m sure the others are eager to meet you.”
once he leaves the two start to converse amongst themselves.
“looks like we’ve got company,” eijirou, the dark haired one with a tag in his ear, chuckles and nods at the door where several small faces are peeking out from behind.
“bunch of brats,” the blond,katsuki, scoffs and steps into one of the clean pens filled with hay.
“they’re so cute ,” eijirou coos and waves at them. some gasp and disappear behind the door, the rest smile and wave back.“their moms aren’t half bad either.”
“of course you’d think about shitty cows right now.”
“new farm means new opportunities, bro. hey guys, don’t be scared, we’re not gonna hurt you.”
as of those are the magic words, the calves all clamour into the barn and swarm eijirou, giggling and chatting excitedly.
“i’m being attacked,” eijirou jokes and crouches down to better speak to them. katsuki leans on the pen door post, watching him. one of the calves stares at him from below—or at least he thinks he is, he can’t tell by the way all its hair is covering his eyes but it’s head is in his direction so it must be.
“what?” he asks with a lifted brow.
arata keeps staring.
“okay…?”
the calf chuffs and lowers his head, mini charging and headbutting katsuki in his thigh.
“hey!” katsuki scolds. not because it hurt, or did anything really, but because who does this calf think he is headbutting people? he can tell this little one is gonna be a troublemaker. katsuki stomps his foot in retaliation, effectively scaring the calf into running away out of the barn.
“little shit,” he growls.
“be nice to them,” eijirou chides and smiles at a crushed dandelion one of the calves gives him.
“he was a little shit to me first!”
“he’s a baby .”
“tch, whatever. i’m gonna go look for water.”
arata runs to you, immediately trying to crawl into your hair. you wake up a bit startled, trying to see what the problem is.
“baby, what’s wrong?”
he pouts and hides his face in the massive fluff of coils. “meanie bull scarded me…”
“oh?” you carefully peel him out and sit him on your lap. “are ya hurt?”
“nuh uh.”
“oh then it’s fine. come let’s cuddle.” you kiss his chubby cheeks until he giggles and hugs you. your stomach decides now is the best time to rumble like a thunderstorm.
“uh oh, guess ahm a little hungry.” you yawn and stand up, dusting yourself off. “lets go see our new friends.”
“hmph, meanie,” your calf huffs but takes your hand anyway, toddling beside you towards the farm.
mina pulls your ear when she sees you. “where have ya been? ya can’t just nap all day and not know what’s goin’ on.”
“why not? it’s not like there’s anythin’ else to do.”
“ugh, yer unbelievable. we have new bulls though~they’re cute .”
you rest your arm on the fence and place your chin in your post. “do we? how troublesome,” you sigh wearily. you like the bulls on the farm, but sometimes their fighting in the meadow ruins your relaxation time. “i’ll see ‘em later, ahm mighty hungry right now.”
“izuku’s put some food bowls out by the troughs so go crazy.”
your mouth waters at the sound of that. “yummy. come on, arata.”
he follows you, trying to grab your tail swishing him in the face. arata sees katsuki coming out of the barn and gasps. “meanie bull!” he shouts and grabs your thigh, stopping you in your tracks.
“what’s wrong?”
he points at katsuki stretching. “eh! meanie.”
“arata, he’s minding his business, don’t be silly.”
the calf chuffs and lets go of your leg so you can go eat. of course he’s not satisfied, and knowing his mother is watching gives the calf more bravery than usual to charge katsuki again and headbutt his thigh. “meanie!”
“you again,” katsuki scoffs. “where’s your cow, damn?”
arata blows a raspberry at katsuki and hits him with his head, trying to push him like he’s seen the other bulls do.
“kid, i’m like twice your size,” katsuki deadpans, starting to be a little amused by the tenacious calf. he rolls his eyes and lowers his head, horns pointed at arata. “come here, little shit!”
arata squeals and trots away, katsuki rushing after him. not intending to hurt him, just shake him off a little. he
skids to a stop when he sees the person the calf hides behind.
you pinch the calf’s cheek and hand him an apple from the food bowl, smiling happily. katsuki watches the curve of your back and rear as you bend to wash your face in the water trough, pushing your hair back to show your face.
“meanie…” arata mumbles and chomps the apple.
“hm?” you hum and look where he’s looking, seeing katsuki standing there. “oh, is that the bull?”
“yeh.”
you wave politely at katsuki, turning back to start eating. his ears twitch with curiosity watching you eat the fruit and grains from the steel bowl.
“hey, katsuki!” eijirou claps him on the back, scaring the absolute shit out of him.
“jesus christ !” katsuki bellows. “what the fuck, shitty hair?! scared the fuck out of me.”
“sorry, bro. whatcha doin?”
“none of your business, is what,” he snaps.
“hey, there’s a cow over there.” he points at you.
goddammit, why did eijirou have to see?!
“we should go say hi.” eijirou pushes katsuki towards you and arata.
“no! shitty hair, let go of me!”
“mama! is meanie,” arata tells you when he sees the bulls approaching.
“hm?”
“hi!” eijirou grins. “we’re new here so we thought we’d say hi.”
you lift your hair to get a good look. “oh, nice to meet ya! i’m y/n and this is ma baby boy, arata. but i think y’all have met already.”
arata blows a raspberry at katsuki.
“we’re…familiar,” katsuki grumbles. of course the troublesome calf has to be yours .
“he’s real cute.” eijirou ruffles arata’s curls.
“he is ,” you agree. “so what brings ya both here to the farm? it’s been a while since we had new bulls.”
eijirou hooks his beefy arm over katsuki’s shoulder. “we’re rescues from a fighting ring.”
you gasp softly. “oh my, i’m so sorry. is that where yer scars came from?”
“yeah, it was pretty bad. i got this one in my last fight.” he points at a jagged, raised scar on his abs.
you lean closer to get a better look, delicate fingers skimming over the tough flesh. katsuki chuffs softly at the attention you’re giving eijirou.
“it is pretty bad,” you say sadly. “hopefully yer both happier here.”
“us too,” eijirou chirps. the social fucker .
you pick up your food bowl in one hand and hold arata’s hand with the other. “we best get goin’. see ya around. say bye, baby.”
“buh bye.” arata waves at specifically eijirou, huffing at katsuki. katsuki squints in annoyance at the calf.
“he’ll come around, he’s shy around new people,” you laugh and it’s like bells in katsuki’s ears. “have a nice day.”
his eyes stay fixed on your rear as you leave.
“she seems nice, hopefully the others are like her— ow! ” eijirou yelps when katsuki grabs his horn to pull him down. “ what the fuck was that?”
“what? what did i do?”
“you wanna fuck her or something? hah ?” katsuki jostles the bigger bull.
“wha—what are you talking about? let go of me.” eijirou frees himself from katsuki’s iron grip. “jeez, i was just being nice. if we’re gonna live here we have to be nice . do you know her or something?”
an ear flicks in annoyance. “no.”
“so what—“ eijirou cuts off with a knowing gasp. “you like her.”
fuck! “no!”
“oh my god , you do.” eijirou waggles his eyebrows suggestively. “you should go for it, bro. she’s pretty, nice body too.”
katsuki makes a noise of agreement.
“you can do it. i’ll be rooting for you.”
he can’t do it.
where eijirou has charisma and charm, katsuki has none of those things. he has the charm of a drenched rat. one could blame his lack of socialisation as a calf and being forced to fight for his life as a young adult, but everyone kind of just ignores him.
even you.
he doesn’t think you understand how effortlessly sensual you are. even your simple movements have him gripping the fuck out of the fence post. and your soft, breathy voice isn’t helping. he’s dying over here.
“cold day today, everyone!” izuku announces as he pushes the cart down the middle of the cow barn. “sweater up.”
all of you murmur excitedly and pick out a sweater from the cart.
“here ya go, baby,” you coo and pull the orange sweater matching yours over arata’s head. “my baby’s so cute.”
“cute!” he squeals and flaps the baggy sleeves. “can i goes play?”
“of course, be back for lunch.”
“okie!” he giggles and runs off to play with the other calves.
mina comes into your pen in her signature bright pink sweater. “hey girl.”
“hey.” you kneel down to get started on twisting your hair. “are ya gonna hangout with that bull today?”
she swoons and plops next to you. “he’s so dreamy ~ahm in love.”
“ya say that about everyone ya got a crush on.”
“i’m serious! i think he’s the one. what about you?”
“me?”
she kicks her legs in glee. “don’t tell me ya don’t notice that big blond bull ogling ya like yer the last peach in the bowl.”
you blink at her, thoroughly confused. “does he?”
“ugh, y/n.”
katsuki looks at the orange sweater at arms length, turning it over repeatedly. “the fuck is this?”
“a sweater,” izuku explains when he sees katsuki’s confusion. “it’s chilly today and we don’t want any of you to get sick. it’s protocol.”
“ooh, warm,” eijirou mumbles and hugs himself in the red sweater. “i love it. you’ve gotta wear this, katsuki.”
katsuki scoffs and puts it on anyway, sighing at how warm it is. “whatever.”
some calves run inside the pen, chasing each other and bumping into some bulls. arata and katsuki, mortal ‘enemies’ ,meet again.
“meanie.”
“little shit. i’m ready for you this time.” katsuki lowers his head. arata charges but trips on an ill placed stone, tumbling onto his tummy. “owie!”
“uh oh.”
arata sniffles and sits on his bum, crying softly. katsuki grimaces and approaches the calf, nudging his cheek with the back of his knuckle. “hey, don’t cry. it was just a little fall. you hurt?”
the calf shakes his head and wipes his nose with the sleeve. “nuh uh.”
“come on, stand up and we’ll go find your mom.”
arata stands up, reluctantly holding onto katsuki’s sweater. the bull looks up at eijirou with a confused look. eijirou gives him an encouraging one in return.
“show me where she is.”
“okie…” arata leads him outside towards the cow barns. some cows hanging around whisper and giggle to themselves the closer he gets.
“i’m looking for his mom,” he tells the cows.
“she should be in the meadow somewhere.”
“thanks. you heard them, go to your mom,” he tells arata. arata stares up at him, lip wobbling.
“what now?” katsuki asks. “you want me to take you?”
arata nods.
“ugh, fine. let’s go.”
you lift your head when you hear arata call you from the distance, seeing him with kasuki.
“mama!” he sniffles and jumps into your lap.
“what happened? are ya okay?”
“owie.”
“he fell in the barn and wanted me to bring him here,” katsuki explains.
“aw ma poor baby,” you coo and kiss arata’s cheeks. “yer okay now. thank ya for bringing him.”
katsuki shrugs noncommittally. “see you around.”
“yer free to stay and join me,” you offer. “we’re even wearing the same sweater.”
katsuki looks down at himself, then at you. sure enough yours is the same gaudy, bright orange as his. “sure.”
you pat the empty space next to you, scooting a little so he can sit comfortably. “arata, are ya feeling better, baby?”
“yeh…”
you squish your cheek against his and gasp excitedly, pointing at a blue butterfly fluttering in the grass. “look, it’s a butterfly ! why don’t ya try and catch it?”
“yeh!” he giggles and runs after it.
“he got over it fast,” katsuki comments.
“he’s a happy baby. gets it from me , obviously.”
“where’s his dad?”
you jut your lip out in thought. “mmm, i dunno. he was some show bull from another farm they wanted me to have a calf with. i think they just wanted more showers. i wonder how he’s doing nowadays…”
“you’re a shower?”
you sit up a little higher. “yup, blue ribbon winner four years in a row before my baby. i can’t be bothered with them anymore.” you flip your twists over your shoulder. the scent of the hair oil the workers gave you wafting his way.
“nice,” katsuki responds.
awkward silence fills the space. well awkward for him , you seem to be content plucking daisies and braiding them into a flower crown. arata charges the tree you’re both sitting under, thudding his head on the bark and giggling.
“your calf likes to charge.”
“he does,” you giggle. “ya know how three year olds are, just full of energy.”
“yup. i was the same.”
“really?”
“mm, my cow couldn’t handle me.”
“and what about the bull fighting?”
katsuki tears some of the grass. “they took me away when i became an adult, told me to fight to stay alive and that’s where i met shitty hair. haven’t seen my family since.”
“oh…” you mumble sadly. “i’m sorry.”
“s’whatever. they told me they’ll try and find my family so it’s okay.”
you gently place the finished crown on his head. “well yer here now, and safe . that’s all that matters.”
katsuki’s cheeks warm up at the bright smile you give him, ears flicking. a bell rings in the distance; different than the ones he’s heard the past week. “what’s that?”
“oh, bath time!” you chirp.
“but we wash everyday.”
“no it’s special. we get special baths on saturdays. arty, let’s go!” you stand up and dust yourself off. “it’s super fun, don’t worry. and we get treats after.”
“hm,okay.”
turns out it really is a luxury experience. all the livestock are washed with scented shampoos and fur rubbed down with special oils after getting put in the full body blow dry.
“whew, those always feel good,” mina sighs as she steps out of the blow dry with her hair and fur fluffed up. “where’s my popsicle at?!”
izuku hands you a slice of jiggly cheesecake. “here you go, y/n, just the way you like it.”
you moo in appreciation of getting your favourite treat.
“enjoy. mina i promise i’ll get you your popsicle. and put your sweater back on before you catch a cold.”
mina chuffs air in his face, messing up his hair.
“don’t be fussy,” he scolds and walks away to get the treat.
“i’ll share ma cheesecake with ya if you want,” you offer.
“ew no, it’s gonna make me gain weight.”
“yerloss.” you pick up the fork on the plate and start to dig in, squealing happily and wiggling. “arty, where are ya? come get some cheesecake.”
katsuki steps out of the blow dry, smoothing down his hair. “i hate that thing.”
“why? it’s cool,” eijirou smiles and rubs his arm. “my fur feels so soft .”
izuku walks up to them with two wrapped popsicles. “alright fellas, here you go. your first treat until you figure out what you like.”
they take the treats sniffing the wrappers and carefully peeling them off. katsuki hesitantly licks it, pupils dilating at the sweet strawberry taste. “holy fuck…”
“don’t eat them too fast or you’re gonna get a brain freeze, which hurts. have fun.” he leaves them to finish the treats.
“woah! this is amazing!” eijirou beams. “i should share this with mina.”
katsuki looks at the popsicle, then around for you. seeing you sitting on a bench enjoying your cheesecake with arata. he makes his way over, sitting in the empty spot next to you.
“oh hey, ya got a popsicle,” you observe. “the red ones are really good.”
“i’ve never had one,” he admits.
“oh, have ya had cheesecake?” you hold up a piece on your fork for him to eat. katsuki gently noms it, humming approvingly. “s’good.”
you give him a gentle smile and keep eating, occasionally feeding him and arata some.
.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.
“there they go again,” mina hums, leaning on the fence post.
you lift your bangs to watch two bulls butt heads, jostling and shoving each other over and over.
late spring is in full bloom, which means aggressive bulls and ditsy cows hoping to be paired off. “already?”
“got your eye on anyone this year?”
you hum and pluck the petal off a peonie you found earlier. “no.”
“what about katsuki ~?”
your cheeks warm up. over the past few weeks the two of you have gotten particularly close . “some other cows are oglin’ him so ahm just sitting back.”
“ugh, girl. yer so fuckin’ dense.”
“ahm not dense, mina. ahm just neutral. he’s cute, yeah sure, he’s good with arty, i think he’s great. but ah’ll wait until he tells me what he wants.”
“uh huh,” she deadpans. “i’m gonna go find eijirou.”
unfortunately, katsuki is having the worst time. he’s frustrated and ridiculously horny. he bellows and moos in his pen, much to the annoyance of the other bulls and some workers.
“bro, shut the fuck up!” one barks at him from a pen.
“yeah, we’re trying to sleep!”
his entire time spent bullfighting, they kept him on suppressants to avoid this exact moment. eijirou has mina to take it out on but katsuki has nobody.
“christ, what is his problem?” a worker grumbles outside the barn. “we need a heifer for him.”
a heifer is brought in, nervously rubbing her arm. katsuki growls and snaps his teeth at her. she’s not who he wants right now. the heifer yelps and backs into the corner of the pen.
“get out,” he grumbles at her and turns his back.
“i just wanna help…”
“i don’t need your help.”
“hmph, then who do you want?” she asks with mild annoyance in her voice.
the heifer tries her best to relay his response to the workers, taking them to the cow barn and pointing at your door.
“y/n?” izuku calls and enters while you’re covering arata with his blankie. “i need you to do something.”
he explains the situation, asking for your consent. you gasp in surprise and cup your warm cheeks. “me? oh my…”
“you better go!” mina says from the pen next door, clearly eavesdropping. “now’s your chance!”
“stop!” you hesitate, thinking.
“you don’t have to if you don’t want to,” izuku gently tells you. “he’ll understand, i’m sure. if you agree then we’ll have to use the bench, don’t worry we padded it extra.”
you hug yourself and nod, following him outside the pen towards a loan barn near the grain silo. the last time you were benched was with arata’s father to make sure he didn’t hurt you too badly in his rut frenzy.
“we’ll give you a shot after, okay? no calves for you this season,” izuku chuckles and flicks the light on. the bench sits proud in the middle, black leather shining under the lights.
“all clean, sanitised and ready. just wait here and i’ll bring him.”
you nod and watch him leave before touching the bench. you don’t even remember the last time you had a bull mount you. a year? two?
you hear the faint bellowing outside and start to feel nervous. unable to help but wonder what if he doesn’t like you?
the door bursts open, startling you. katsuki looks ragged ; hair messier than usual, cheeks and neck flushed down to his chest and dick hanging hard, red and heavy between his legs. his eyes fix on you, pupils dilated and swallowing up the intense red of his irises.
“have fun. you’ve got half an hour,” izuku calls and shuts the barn door.
you smile and wave at katsuki, hoping he doesn’t jump you. “i’m really flattered ya asked for me…”
he chuffs and carefully stalks over to you until you're forced to look up at him.
“i’ve never…” he trails off, hoping you catch on. “never had the chance.”
“really?” you ask in disbelief. “wow, don’t worry, it’s not scary. ahm extra flattered now.”
“tch, whatever.”
your fingers skim his abs. “ ah’ll make sure it’s good for ya.”
his cock gives a slight twitch.
you rise on your feet and press closer to him, chest to chest so you can kiss him. he’s a terrible kisser: all passion and no tact, but he makes up for it with enthusiasm. he grips your rear, pulling you closer. the leaking head of his cock rubs against your tummy, covering you in sticky precum. a whimper bubbles from his throat at the sensation, hips jerking forward to chase more of the feeling.
“touch me here ,” you whisper and guide his hand to your soft tit. “i like that.
so he does, rolling the fleshy mound between his fingers and experimentally rubbing his thumb over your nipple. you squeak against at the shock of pleasure up your spine, and he’s sure the sound is seared into the folds of this brain.
he almost sobs when you eventually move away to climb onto the bench, spreading your legs and wiggling your hips suggestively. “just go slow, okay?”
katsuki gulps and steps into the space made by the cushions between your legs, one shaky hand gripping the fat of your ass cheek. he’s sure you can hear how hard his heart is beating, judging by how you look over your shoulder to give him a reassuring smile. “whenever yer ready.”
after what feels like eternity, katsuki finally works up the courage to carefully guide his dick to your plump lips. he hisses when the tip pops in, your pussy clamping down on the intrusion. his neck feels hot at the sounds you’re making the more of his dick he feeds into you, your head thrown back and mouth stuck open in a low moan. “keep goin’, sweetie .”
the grip on your hip tightens at the nickname. he’s heard you call a few of your friends that as a term of endearment, but hearing it with lust dancing around the edges of the letters is so different .
katsuki gasps wetly when he’s buried himself to the hilt, arms locking around you and face buried in your neck to ground himself. he inhales the scent of your sweet shampoo and oil, trying to think of anything except the vice grip your pussy has on him.
“yer doin’ great,” you whisper in encouragement. “move when ya want.”
katsuki huffs something and slowly starts to move his hips, shivering at the pleasure throbbing through his whole body.
“ah, yeah ,” you moan. “like that, baby. fuck me .”
“god shit ,” he grunts. “i can’t—i can’t .”
you turn your head slightly to look back at him, gasping when his hand wraps around your neck from behind and pulling you in for a kiss. his forehead presses against yours, body jerking from the force of his thrusts.
“mm, baby,” you mewl giddily. “yer fuckin’ me so good , i’m drippin ’ for ya. so sexy, sexy fuckin’ bull. spank me.”
katsuki clumsily smacks the side of your thigh with his free hand, choking on how tight you get. “l-like that?”
“mhm, just like that. doing great. just keep doin’ it.” your arms give our and you’re forced chest down ass up on the bench.
his thrusts become less synchronised and rougher as he focuses on his own pleasure. “fuckin’ fuck— i’m gonna breed you. cum deep inside…” he trails off with a groaning bellow, hips pushed flush against yours and sore dick spitting cum into your waiting body.
katsuki almost collapses on top of you, barely holding himself up with his arms on either side of you.
“ya did good,” you tell him honestly.
“you…you didn’t finish,” he observes.
“it’s fine, don’t worry. ah was just supposed to help ya out. we can do it again tomorrow.”
“tomorrow…”
izuku opening the door ruins the moment. “i must say you’re looking way better now, katsuki.” he grins. “lemme give y/n her shot and both of you can clean up and go to bed.”
“shot?” he asks you, still holding your hips. you wiggle out of his grasp and stand straight, combined fluids dripping down your inner thighs and fur.
“so ah don’t get pregnant.”
“oh…” for some reasons that makes him disappointed.
izuku pokes your arm with the syringe filled with yellow liquid, wiping it off with a alcohol soaked cotton swab and covering it with a cute pink bandage. katsuki cleans up slower compared to you, still in a rut daze.
“all done, good job y/n. you can get cheesecake tomorrow.”
you moo happily and nuzzle the top of his head in thanks.
“you’re welcome, get to bed before arata misses you.”
you wave over your shoulder at katsuki. “see ya, tomorrow, maybe ~”
the bulls that stayed up swoon and whistle at him when he comes back, peeking over their pens to watch him get locked up.
“ so how was it, blondie? who was the heifer?”
“ah heard it was y/n~”
“ooh, ahm almost jealous. that cow’s picky as hell but got a sweet ass on her.”
katsuki scoffs and drowns out their jeers and taunts, thinking about you. a pang of longing and guilt hits his chest.
you didn’t finish .
he chuffs and peeks his head over the pen, examining the lock on the door. he’s seen a million of these before,just has to pull up and back—
.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.
he carefully opens the door to the cow barn, walking down the middle row. he’s not even sure which one is yours. if you’re a former shower, you should have your ribbons on the door. sure enough he sees the four silk ribbons nailed to the door of the last pen on the left. katsuki peeks over and ‘ pssts ’ at you rearranging arata. “hey.”
“oh my, it’s you. what’re ya doin’ here?”
“you didn’t finish.”
“huh? ah told ya we’ll do it again tomorrow. it’s late, yer gonna get in trouble if they see you.”
“can’t we do it here?” he whispers.
“ no , i’m not mating when ma baby is here.”
“ ah can take him .”
“mina! shut the fuck up,” you hiss. “stop eavesdroppin’.”
“ahm serious though. ah’ll even plug up his ears so he doesn’t hear ya screwing.”
you can’t believe you’re even considering this. but you are feeling a little ‘ blue balled ’ and frustrated. “ugh, ah feel like this is a bad idea. we’re not doing it here. “how did ya even open the door?”
“you just pull it up like this and back.” katsuki demonstrates and the door opens.
“wow, yer so smart.” you smile and step out to meet him. “we can go to the meadow, it’s safer there.”
he smiles softly and holds your hand. “let’s go.”
“can’t believe we’re doin’ this. ahm gonna get in trouble, i’ve never gotten in trouble,” you mumble as you and katsuki sneak past the fence into the meadow and under the tree you like to sit at. the light of the full moon casting everything in soft white light.
“so what do ya wanna do?”
katsuki plays with his fingers, pink blush spreading on his cheeks. “i thought we could finish…”
“mm, okay. y’want a kiss?”
“mhm.”
you cup his cheek and turn his face, pressing your lips to his. without the frenzy of rut frustration, he’s much better at this.
“it really was good,” you say against his lips, gently sucking the lower lip into your mouth. “for a first time. with some practice yer gonna make some cows happy.”
“i don’t want other cows,” he mumbles and wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you closer. “you’re perfect.”
he pushes your bangs away, looking into your eyes. “you should show your face more. you’re gorgeous.”
you blink up at him, cheeks warm. “maybe…d’ya really mean what ya said?”
“i did, i’ve liked you for a bit.”
“wow…mina was right,” you mumble thoughtfully and smile. “okay, yeah.”
“and i want to make you feel good,” he adds shyly.
“mm, y’can do that in so many ways, baby,” you purr and rub his biceps. “whatever y’want, baby.”
“i want to eat you out,” he says immediately.
“okay, wow . we’re going very fast,” you giggle. “why that?”
“i’ve been thinking about it…”
“ah, i see. why don’t we save that fer another time and ah’ll take care of ya instead?” you purr and rub suggestive circles on his chest. “just lay back fer me.”
katsuki obeys and lays back on the tree while you kiss down his chest and stomach. his breathing stutters when you plant a soft kiss on his pelvis, purposefully avoiding his cock for now. you moan softly and kiss up the shaft, pumping it slowly with your hand until it starts to fill out.
katsuki whines a little when you kiss the long scar on his pelvis, fisting the grass under him.
“mm,” you moan again when your tongue circles the tip. “you taste good, baby~”
the simple sentence made katsuki blush beet red. he feels lightheaded. his stomach tenses and ripples at the feeling of your mouth, eyes rolling back into his head. it’s wet ; sloppily so. spit and precum drools out of your mouth and down your chin and chest, leaving a sticky trail along the smooth skin. your hand pumping what couldn’t fit in your mouth. with a loud smack, you pull off his dick for air, kissing the almost purple tip. “y’ like it?”
“ yes ,” he whines and gasps when you cup his heavy balls in your hand and give them a mild squeeze. he’s sure if you put your mouth on him again he was gonna cum . “can—can we?”
“mhm, we can. look how wet i am fer ya.” you go up on your knees so he can see the slick glistening between your legs and sticking to the insides of your thighs. “d’ya want me to take the lead?”
he nods meekly. you bite your lip and scooch closer until you can straddle him, dick pressed underneath your cunt. “hold me here,” you instruct and place his hands on your hips. “i’ll go slow.”
“you don’t have to,” he replies. “i can take it.”
“oh?” you coo. “alright then ~”
katsuki’s mouth opens and closes while he watches you brace yourself on your knees,reaching down and lining his leaking tip with your sopping pussy, shoving in pleasure as you slowly sink down onto him. murmurs of ‘so fucking wet ,’ ‘tight ,’ and ‘perfect’ tumble from him as he squeezes your hips.
“fuck… fuck ” he groans,biting his lip to try and hold off his orgasm. he’s sure if he moves he’ll cum and die from embarrassment
but it’s just so fucking good
he gives a few aborted thrusts up into you and bellows loudly. you feel the liquid heat bloom up into you and moan,watching his brow pinch in worry. “no it’s fine, don’t worry.” you kiss his nose for reassurance. “yer doing great.” you pull him closer and kiss the tip of his ear, “it’s okay. yer still hard,see.”
he hisses when you clench around him
“can ya go again?”
he hesitates then nods. you lift your hips and sink back down, the curved fat tip dragging right over your g-spot. your combined fluids making the slide easier and disgustingly loud . “oh god,it’s so good ” he grunts, “you're so warm”
"m-mmm f-fuck..." you whimper and swirl and grind your hips lightly on his cock. you make a noise of protest when the angle changes and no longer hits the spot you need him most. “s-switch with me.”
“huh?” he mumbles dumbly.
you chuff and lift your body off him, shuffling around until you’re laying on the grass. “like this.”
katsuki climbs over you, gasping softly at the way the soft light illuminates your features. “you’re beautiful…”
“thanks.” you smile softly up at him.
his thrusts are hard and fast; the way his cock hits the best parts of you over and over again is slowly turning your brain into mush.the way your hands wrap around him, clutching him for dear life as you moan and shake from the pleasure he had given you just adds more fuel to his desire. “fuck me ! please, please, please , i want it, i want it –” you beg, nails raking down his back.
“ s’good ” he moans,his hips thrusting clumsily up into you, hands grabbing whatever soft flesh on your torso he could.
“breed me,” you moo dazedly, pulling him closer and lock your thighs around his middle.
“you’re gonna be nice and fat with my calves…” he mumbles.
your eyes roll back at his words. he presses on your belly and you nearly buck him off when your orgasm ripples through you,a mixture of your combined fluids squeeze out around the tight ring where you’re both joined.
katsuki grits his teeth and struggles to fuck through the vice grip of your cunt threatening to push him out.
he bellows and fills you up for the second time, keeping his hips pushed right up against yours.
you sigh happily when the heat blooms through your core, his cock twitching inside you. “so good, baby.”
he chuffs softly and kisses your ears, making you giggle.
izuku whistles happily while opening the bull barn door, ringing the hanging bell. “rise and shine everyone. head over to the wash area.”
the bulls grumble and slowly rouse, waiting for him to unhook the latches to their doors. he stops at katsuki’s pen, noticing it’s wide open. “what on earth? where is he!?”
the workers search everywhere for him, panicking at losing a bull. it’s only until they check the cow barn and see the two of you cuddling in your pen do they relax.
“how did he get out?” a worker asks.
“he’s smart, probably figured out the lock. should we leave them?”
izuku sighs fondly at the sight. “maybe just for a few more minutes.”
.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.
arata nibbles katsuki’s ear, trying to get him to play. “play!”
“not now, kid. go find your mom,” katsuki yawns and puts the straw hat over his face.
“play!” arata headbutts him repeatedly, unphasing katsuki.
“hey, it’s nap time.”
arata chuffs and plops on top of katsuki to take a nap. katsuki rubs his back. “i’ll play with you later if you promise to nap.”
“yay! i nap.”
they both snooze under the shade of the tree, enjoying the weather. an hour later, the rustling of grass and sunlight makes katsuki wake up. he squints up at you holding his hat and smiling. “hey, izuku is looking for ya, baby.”
“ugh, what does he want now?”
you hum and shrug your shoulders, patting the sleeping baby in the sling strapped to your chest. “no idea, but he said it’s important. there’s a truck and everything.” you kiss your calf’s sleeping face. “come on.”
katsuki begrudgingly gets up, holding arata close, nuzzling your face before the four of you make your way towards the farm. sure enough there’s a white truck and izuku is conversing with the blonde driver.
“oh katsuki, there you are! i’ve got something for you.” izuku nods at the driver. she pushes the lever down for the back of the truck to open and the ramp to lower.
“ ugh, finally! ” someone chuffs from inside. a female cow with ash blonde hair and fur stomps down the ramp with a brown haired bull behind her.
katsuki stares at them, his eyes prickling with involuntary tears. he puts arata down next to you, the sleepy calf fussing and clinging to your leg. the cow sees him and gasps. “ katsuki?! oh my baby !” she sobs and rubs to hug him, crying into his chest. “i’ve missed you so much. my baby boy.”
the three of them embrace while you stand aside, smiling softly and happy for him.
“i’m sorry we couldn’t protect you,” masaru sniffles. “we missed you everyday.”
“but we’re here now!” mitsuki laughs tearily. “and we’re together, that’s all that matters.”
“yeah,” katsuki says quietly.
you clear your throat, shifting on your feet. katsuki pulls away from his parents and stands next to you. “this is my mate, y/n.”
“very nice to meet ya,” you smile politely. “ah’ve heard a lot about ya.”
“aw, you’re gorgeous. i’m so happy to meet you,” mitsuki smiles and holds your hands.
“and this is ma baby, arata.” you gesture to the calf hiding behind you, then pat the pink sling secured to you. “and our little miracle, mj. she was kind of a happy accident,” you giggle.
masaru waves at arata. arata whines and hides behind katsuki. “he’s adorable. i’m happy for you, katsuki.”
“mj,” mitsuki says in awe and looks at the baby in the sling. “precious baby.”
“katsuki named her after you,” you tell her.
she tears up again, fanning her eyes and trying not to sob. “you sappy little shit, making me cry. i missed you so much.”
katsuki wipes her tears away. “i missed you too.”
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"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”
hoping u write something about scara showing off his new outfit and asking you what you think n you just rip it all off and fuck him till he can’t think straight🙏
EHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEH I’ve been waiting to reply to this ask but I needed to get my shit together first so let’s begin the lewding😈😈😈
CW: M!TOP!Reader, AFAB!Scara, pregnancy kink, dubcon, rough sex
I don’t really like this one- I spent weeks trying to touch it up but something still feels off…
Art by FridaynightCat
"What do you think? Really cute right?" Scaramouche (I’m not calling him wanderer) chimed as he showed off his new outfit.
He was lifting up all the long and flowy parts to give you a better look, he even did a little spin for you too.
It was cute. But you really cared more about his…bodysuit.
"Is that a translucent bodysuit?" You asked him, watching as he turned red.
"Ah, yes, it was close to my old one! But I didn’t know it was be so, see-through…" Scaramouche explained as he took off his new hat and tossed it aside.
He decided to suddenly sit on your lap, arching his back against your chest, to give you an even closer look. He wrapped his arms around your neck and brought you closer to his face.
"So? Do you like it?" He giggled as he watched your hands snake all over his body.
You were grabbing at his waist and thighs. You played around with the bow on his obi before you decided to slide your hands into the opening in his shorts.
"Ah…n-no not there!" He moaned as he tried to pry your hands off of his hips, you pulled him into a sloppy kiss so that he’d shut up.
You ripped off all of his outer clothing with your left hand as your other hand held Scaramouche’s head in place so he wouldn’t scream.
"M-MmMpH!!!" He whined in protest into the kiss. You threw his new clothes into the corner of the room before you pulled out of the kiss and pushed him onto the floor.
Scaramouche fell with a thump. Before he could get up you roughly slammed him back down onto the ground and raised his ass up.
"N-no! Stop! It’s brand new!" He cried out as you ripped a hole into his bodysuit.
Now his ass and pussy were on display for you. "C’mon, stop with your bitching and take my cock nicely okay?" You breathed out as you undid your own pants to let out your cock.
It was so,,,big! It was sure to break Scaramouche’s tiny body in half!
Without preparation, you rammed your cock into his sopping cunt. You kept thrusting at a fast and harsh pace, ignoring his pleads, your large hands had a death grip on his plump ass (idc if he’s flat).
The more you thrusted the deeper you went, you could’ve sworn that you felt the tip of his cervix.
He screamed and cried. His hands tried to push you off of him but due to the large size difference, it didn’t work.
"Get…fuckin’ pregnant, bitch!" You grunted as you rammed your cock directly into his womb, hearing him cry out in pain turned you on even more.
Scaramouche squirted all over you but it didn’t stop you from thrusting into him at an animalistic pace. You could feel his walls tighten and clench onto your fat cock.
You forcefully pulled it out before diving back inside and blasting your cum deep inside his cunt.
The two of you laid on the floor panting and gasping for air. Both of your bodies were covered in sweat and cum.
After what felt like eons, you pulled out and watched all of the cum ooze out of his sore throbbing pussy.
"You look so much better like this," You wiped away his tears and landed a kiss in his flushed cheek. "My little braindead slut."
pro hero bakugo katsuki who has a thing for cnc and his underground pro hero husband who has a "villainous" (maybe even monster-esque? continuing my monsterfucker katsuki agenda) quirk that is more than happy to play into his fantasy of being fucked by a stranger after his patrol, when he's tired and helpless~
maybe,,, a thirst? 👉👈👀
bottom ftm katsuki x top male reader
cw: no afab language, Consensual Non Consent, monsterfucking, breeding, size kink
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it's no secret how much katsuki loves your quirk, even though he tried so hard to deny it. you have the ability to transform into a monster and the sight of that gets him hot below the collar. he couldn't hide it anymore when you suggested using your quirk in bed, there was no way he was going to deny it and never get the opportunity again (unless he asks, which he'd hate to do). that gave him a little bit more confidence to share his other kinks with you and he asked you to do CNC with him, which you were happy to accept
katsuki runs into an alleyway, hoping he lost sight of the monster who was chasing him. it's not like him to run away from a fight but he's exhausted from patrol. you creep into the alleyway, quiet enough that katsuki doesn't notice you until you tap his shoulder. he jumps and turns around, horrified.
~ he tried to fight you but you're too strong for him. he's dangling in the air, your large hand wrapped around his tiny neck. he's too scared to do anything. you forcefully pull down his pants and rip away his underwear. he definitely wasn't expecting this.
~ tears fall down katsuki's cheeks as you force your way inside him. you're too big for his tiny body, he can barely handle it. his fear increases when he sees a bump forming in his stomach, you're so deep inside him...
~ katsuki covers his mouth with his hands, hiding his slutty moans as you roughly fuck him. he can't pretend like he doesn't love this, like he doesn't love how big and veiny your cock is. you feel so damn good inside him, it's impossible for him to act like that's not true. and the moment he hears you promise to knock him up, he comes harder than he's ever had in his entire life.
and afterwards you cleaned him up, got him dressed, and brought him back home to take a bath and get a well deserved massage
Neteyam’s First Tattoo.
Pairing: 20Neteyam x 19Fem!Metkayina!Reader
Summary: After the Sully’s joined the Metkayina, Neteyam completed his Iknimaya and was now being given his tattoo, on his face. Neteyam wants to impress you but it hurts and he just wants you there with him.
Warnings/Notes: swearing, nervous Neteyam asking for you, “my love”, little misunderstanding-communication, just fluff fluff fluffy. WC. 900.
Iknimaya - Metkayina rites of passage into adulthood.
Tā moko - Polynesian tattoo.
Tohunga tā moko - Polynesian Tattoo Artist.
Fanart (& inspired) by: @rosamarej on tiktok.
"See! That didn't hurt too bad, right?" You beamed while caressing Neteyam's jaw, tilting his chin upwards to better see the small swirl tattooed underneath his bottom lip. Neteyam smiled at the glint in your eyes, "we have barely started, my love." His skin was contouring into a flush violet, causing you to pout, "exactly and your skin is already violet. You sure you'll be alright?"
Neteyam furrowed his brows, placing his hand over yours, "come on, who's the mighty warrior?" You rolled your eyes, giving his arm a gentle squeeze then trailing down to hold his hands that were tucked into his lap. Your thumb gently stroking over his calloused skin, "okay, my mighty warrior, let's start your nose then."
Neteyam was the second of the forest Na'vi to complete their Iknimaya and receive their Ta moko. Lo'ak integrated seamlessly into the way of water, being given tattoos up the sides of his waist, down his left leg, and soon to receive one that will wrap around his neck. Of course, each time Lo'ak claimed "you already started? I don't even feel it, cuz!" with tears threatening to slip from his eyes and limbs quivering under the needle. Tsireya would hold his hand and tell him stories of her arm tattoo to keep him distracted. You had watched them with envy, wondering if Neteyam would hurry up and complete his damn rites of passage before you'd be arranged a mate. But your patience was rewarded, as Neteyam sat, legs crossed, on the large palm leafs with the young Tohunga tā moko crouched over him, dipping her bone needle into the black dye. As grateful as you were that he wasn't in pain, part of you wished he needed your comfort like Lo'ak needed Tsireya.
Truthfully, the small part of the tattoo Neteyam just received under his chin stung but he figured it couldn't possibly continue feeling that way for the rest of his face, and he definitely didn't want to cry like his baby brother. Especially since the rumor throughout the clan was how well you took your tattoo, the delicate swirls that draped your shoulders, trickling down the curve of your back, you didn't even flinch. Neteyam wanted to impress you.
The Na’vi artist leaned closer to him, pressing the sharpened bone against the lightly stenciled design, "take a deep breath in and out" she said in a mellow tone. Neteyam did as he was told, his eyes flickering shut. But the second she pressed the needle, his amber eyes shot open, "oh fuck." You were unfamiliar with this sky person expression but by the way his face twisted and lips parted, you could assume it was not joyous. Your ears went flat, "Teyam, love?"
Neteyam's breathing stuttered, the pressure from him squeezing your hand growing uncomfortable, "it-it is a little painful" he stammered. You pouted, attempting to conceal a small, sympathetic smile. Of course you didn't want to see him in pain.. but it was nice how he squeezed your hand, you love that he wants your support.
"W-Wait, I'm sorry, can we pause for one moment?" Neteyam muttered to the Tohunga tā moko, earning a quick nod, quickly setting the bone down onto a grove cloth. He turned to you with round eyes, "you are smiling at my pain?" To him, you looked humored, and in this vulnerable position, it only made him feel embarrassed. This territory is unknown to him but so familiar to you. Your ears flickered up, squeezing his hand back, "ma Neteyam, no! It's not like that."
"I.." he huffed, conflicted on what to express. Neteyam communicated so easily with you, but he had never had to explain embarrassment or his desire to impress you, especially in front of another Na'vi. You revealed your sympathetic smile, sweeping one of his loose braids away from his structured face.
"I am embarrassed. And I want you to think I am strong like you." Neteyam was painfully aware of his struggle to acclimate into the Metkayina culture, he wanted to prove to you he could complete one simple thing without completely and entirely relying on you, even if he so desperately wanted your comfort. You creased your forehead, your smile fading, "you're embarrassed? Ma Neteyam, you are a strong and fearless forest warrior who completed Iknimaya. You are brother of Tulkun. I have only ever admired you. I just smiled because I was happy you.. you needed me here with you." You confessed, peering up is at him. His golden eyes dilated, his fear and anxiety washing from his body and seeping down into the palm leaves. You tilted your head, planting a delicate kiss on his temple. His ears turned up, letting out a relieved breath, "I see you." He murmured. Your eyes tracing his violet tinted face and his hand clinging to yours, "I see you, ma Neteyam."
He continued, lowering his voice, hoping the artist hasn't been eavesdropping the entire time, "baby, could you help me? How were you so calm during your Moko?" He let his other hand trail the ink staining your shoulders, amber eyes enamored by you. Your softened under his touch, the calloused pads of his fingers striking every nerve in your body. Your love for him filled your chest with endearment, you purred, "of course, love. Let's keep going and I’ll tell you all about my Iknimaya.”
Days past
Tonowari x Metkayina!Reader Warnings: N/A Word count: 1.5k Summary: Tonowari doesn’t like the idea of her daughter going off with a boy, but his mate is there to remind him of their youth
Taglist: @eywas-heir @drinking-tea-and-be-obsessed @netherklutz
“My son, Ao’nung and daughter, Tsireya, will teach you our ways”
“Father-“
“It is decided” Tonowari, Olo’eyktan of the Metkayina welcomed Jake and his family into Awa’atlu. They sought uturu, a sanctuary away from the war back in the forests. He granted them permission to stay, but the Tsahìk Ronal was not happy with his decision, she does not trust these outsiders, especially with how they are part human themselves.
“Come, I will show you our village” Tsireya helped with their bags and led them to an empty marui on the far side of the village. He was glad at least one of his children was hospitable, he would need words with his son later. He knows that Ao’nung takes after his aunts views on them, it is evident in the scowls and remarks he threw at them.
“Who were they? ‘Wari?” a small Metkayinan woman stood next to the man, snapping him out of his trance and placing a gentle hand on his back, urging him to look at her. When he turned his head down he was face to face with his mate, ___. He did not see her with the crowd when the Omaticayans arrived, ‘she must have been deep in the ocean again’, he mused.
“That is Toruk Makto and his family. They seek uturu” he cupped his wife’s face and have her a kiss on the forehead, hand going down to her pregnant stomach, rubbing soothing circles. She was a few months along and the bump was very prominent.
“Sanctuary? why?” the look that Tonowari gave her said everything, the skypeople were back on Pandora, she knew that and she knew the forest clans were heavily affected, she just did not expect them to come here, expecting them to fight back just as she heard 15 years ago. “I will go and greet them”
“Be careful, sister” Ronal walks up to them after calming down a few worried Na’vi, glare on her face “I do not trust them, the children inherited demon blood, hair on their face and extra fingers”. ___ simply nodded, not wanting to argue with her older sister, her Tsahìk, and simply watched her as she left to her marui.
“I am ___, Tonowari’s mate” ___ introduced, her hands on her daughters shoulders and they smiled at the family, placing down a basket of freshly caught fish. The blue Na’vi did not look happy to be here, but they smiled back nonetheless. The little one, Tuktirey said her greetings out loud. It made ___ chuckle. “I am sorry if my sister, our Tsahìk, was too harsh on you all. She means well”
Neytiri huffed but nodded, she did not like Ronal after what she said about her children, therefore she did not know how to feel about the sister. Only time will tell. But for now it is best to keep up good impressions.
“Yes, thank you. I am sure she does” Jake nodded his head, hair bouncing on his shoulders. His arm was around his youngest, bringing her to his chest. She was tired from the long journey and yawned.
“We will leave you to settle in. There is no communal dinner tonight, but I have brought some fish your way. Come, Tsireya” They bid their goodbyes and walked back to their marui, speaking of the Omaticayans and what they would do to help them settle in more comfortingly.
“I will go diving with them tomorrow, show them our reefs” Tsireya bounced on the walkway, excited at the prospect of new friends, and hopefully a new lover. Her tail swayed at the thought of him, the boy. He was sweet even if they’ve only met today for a few mere moments.
“That is a good idea, and ‘Reya, I have noticed you staring at that boy, do you like him?” like mother like daughter, ___ read her mind. She saw the look on her child’s face when they were back with the forest Na’vi, watching at Toruk Makto’s youngest son, the one they call Lo’ak.
There was no point in lying to her Sa’nok, so Tsireya decided to say the truth. “He said ‘hey’ to me mama! You should have seen him!” ___ giggled, one word and she was already captured by him, like fish in a net.
“Who said ‘hey’ to you?” Tonowari was sat by the side of the pod, his legs dangling over the water as he sharpened his spear, preparing for an afternoon hunt. His ears perked up at the sounds of his girls walking into their home, watching the little flush his daughter had grow on her face.
Tsireya’s eyes widened “no one ma sempul” and she scurried out of the house, going to see what her brother was up to, hopefully nothing terrible.
___’s mate looked towards his wife, eyes questioning, hands stopping their ministrations. “Our daughter may have fallen for someone” the woman went to sit beside him, holding the underside of her full tummy, rubbing the skin and feeling larger hands atop hers.
Tonowari hummed, not liking the idea of his only daughter going off with some boy, he had a suspicion it was with Jake’s, seeing the way the boy looked at his kid. It was the same look he gave ___ when they were properly introduced for the first time. “I do not know how to feel about that. Tsireya is just a baby”
“She is thirteen my love, soon she will entertain the prospect of boys and relationships, and in the future a mate”
The Olo’eyktan’s shoulders and ears visibly drooped, a large sigh escaping his chest, his wife was right. “Where did the time go, flower? She was just a small bundle merely yesterday. Now she is a beautiful, strong, independent women”
“Our child has grown up, just like Ao’nung…do you remember when we were in the same situation?” ___ grinned, blue eyes shining at the memories of a teenage Tonowari trying to court her with pretty woven necklaces and bags of pearls he spent hours collecting in the reef. Trinkets she held very dear then, and still holds now, one of which is wrapped around her neck.
Tonowari leaned into his mate and pecked the bridge of her nose, smiling at her, hand coming up to hold the back of her neck, feeling the shells of her necklace digging into his fingers. “I will never forget the first time I saw you, really saw you. You looked so beautiful at the party, the Tulkun returned and you were in the waters singing with your spirit sister, I could not take my eyes off of you for hours”
“So she told me” ___ giggled, briefly remembering when her tulkun spoke of the boy watching her from the shores. “She said you were a creep”
“Did she now?” Tonowari’s forehead raised, eyes widening.
“And I agreed” he bellowed out a laugh, eyes crinkling at the sides. “You never left me alone after that, always accompanying me around the waters. Ronal said you asked of me all the time”
“Ronal is the equivalent of a sea snake”
___ gasped and slapped his shoulder, grin spreading across her pretty face “I am telling her you said that!”
“Kehe! Please do not! She would kill me” the man visibly shuddered. There is nothing more frightening than her older sister, who is so overly protective of ___. It took her forever to accept their relationship, afraid that he would take advantage and hurt her younger sister in some way.
___ smooched his mouth, cupping his face “do not worry ‘Wari, I will protect you”
“My strong warrior” he mused, about to give her another kiss when their children entered the marui, Ao’nung visibly shuddered at the sight of his parents being so lovey with each other, sticking his tongue out at them, Tsireya noticed and slapped his shoulder.
Tonowari straightened up, still needing to give him the talk, asking him to sit next to them. Ao’nung noticed his fathers serious demeanour and slowly crept next to his mother for protection. “Son, you will treat the Sully’s with respect, I have asked you to help them become Metkayina so I expect no quarrels. As future Olo’eyktan I need you to take this seriously”. The boy furiously nodded, not wanting to disappoint his father any further, “And I want you to watch over the youngest boy, I do not like how he has been eyeing your sister”
“Sempul!” Tsireya screeched from the other side of the hut, round cheeks turning a deep shade of purple, hiding behind the woven basket of fish she brought out.
___ held her swollen belly and laughed loudly, slowly getting up from her position over the edge of their home and walking towards her daughter, taking the fish and getting ready to cook dinner. “‘Wari, what did we just talk about earlier?”
“I know, flower. But I still do not like his staring!”
Ao’nung just shook his head and sighed, this was going to be a long night.
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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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.
*ੈ🌩️‧₊˚— happy home day + eijirou kirishima.
૮˶ᵕ ༝ᵕ˶ა synopsis — exactly one a year after adopting from the pound, kirishima plans a special surprise for you, his special little puppy hybrid, on their birthday.
⭑ warnings — please read + mdni ! characters aged up, smut, fluff, hybrids, lingerie, collars, creampies, dumbification, possessiveness, pet-names, body-worship, orgasm-denial, dom-sub, unprotected sex, praise!kink, daddy!kink, breeding!kink, afab!reader, puppy hybrid!reader, pro hero + owner!kirishima.
⭑ words — 4.3K.
⭑ notes — hi !!! i wanted to post something so had you guys vote on what you wanted to see next. the winner ended up being kirishima <3! this was a birthday fic commissioned by my baby @eijirhoe ( who has given me permission to post ) and was beta read by the lovely @vagabondings!! i hope you enjoy !! kiss kiss - m.list ✩
“for fucks sake, kirishima, that is not a fuckin’ guard dog.”
only katsuki bakugou could be this miserable in an adoption centre for adorable hybrids— kittens, bunnies, mice and puppies alike. the redhead gives the employee standing nearby an apologetic mix between a smile and a grimace, the poor thing shaking in their boots at the proximity of the dynamight.
“katsuki, don’t yell. you’ll scare the ‘lil thing,” he pouts, sticking his fingers through the wire bars on the cage— coaxing the little hybrid inside closer. “and i thought you said german shepherds made great guards!” kirishima wiggles his digits again, pursing his lips to make those kissy sounds that are usually used to call to cats and crouches down to the height of the enclosure.
bakugou smacks him upside the head but takes a stance beside his rioting hero friend before signing dejectedly. “wrong sound idiot, you’re meant to whistle,” the two strong, and surely intimidating men spare a glance at the cowering hybrid as katsuki whistles in an attempt to gain some trust. “and they usually do, but this one looks like they might shit themselves if someone looks at them funny. not a guard dog.”
“but bakugou—“
“i hate to interrupt, mister riot. mister dynamight.” the employee from earlier steps in, steeling her nerves as she gestures to the cage the puppy hybrid is in. “but if this one doesn’t get adopted soon, i’m afraid they’re going to be put down. we don’t have the space for slightly quieter and apprehensive hybrids like them, no one really wants them if they’re not overly friendly or energetic and…if they do it’s usually for the like…”
“hybrid farms,” bakugou finishes for the kid, his voice thick with disgust. “just shut one of those down the other day. awful fuckin’ places.”
kirishima pouts again, peering into your cage— noting the gloss in your big pretty eyes and how you shrink in on yourself, tail pinned to the ground without the happy swish to it that other puppy hybrids in the centre have. “so…” he can’t imagine what you’ve been through, what you’ve seen to have ended up here. “if they don’t get adopted today, they’ll be put down? isn’t there any other way? that hardly seems fair.”
“to us it’s a little more humane than ending up at a hybrid farm or those indecent love hotels exclusively for sex with hybrids…” the employee trails off again, nervously fidgeting with their fingers. in the distance, a bell chimes with the notification of more customers— a mother and her child, probably looking to adopt one of the younger, nosier hybrids for their family. “if you’ll excuse me…”
“i’ll take ‘em!” red riot blurts without even thinking, the employee not having taken two steps away from him and his angry blonde friend who looks at him like he’s gone bat-shit crazy. “this is their only chance, right? i have to do something, they don’t deserve to go out like this.” the blonde closes his mouth, holding his protests thoughtfully.
he’s right. kirishima is right, his kind soul always is. “ai’ght, fine. but don’t expect me to train that thing, they ain’t nowhere near close t’bein’ a guard dog.” bakugou grunts, folding his arms across his broad chest with a faux look of dismay— not admitting how impressed he is with eijirou.
eijirou kirishima has a heart of gold, he’s always been like that— putting others before himself because he believes in them. he takes in strays, builds up their strength and their confidence, letting them know that he’ll always be the sturdy figure they can fall back on in times of need. katsuki was one of those strays, an unwanted dog just like you. he’d bared his fangs to the sweet redhead in fear of letting in someone that would hurt him, but as it turns out, becoming friends with someone as selfless as kirishima was just what katsuki needed.
the employee sighs, shoulders sagging with relief as they glance between the two pro heroes. “should i be getting the adoption papers then?”
with an enthusiastic nod, red riot peers back at you with affectionate eyes and a smile you can trust— one that only widens when you bump your head against his fingers over the bars of your pen and let the tips of them just brush your lush puppy dog ears. “yes please,” he says warmly, his gaze never leaving you. “don’t you worry about a thing little one, it’s you and me now, got it?”
and for the first time in forever, your tail wags happily, and you don’t feel worried at all.
being adopted by eijirou kirishima most probably saved your life.
he’d been eager to get you out of that shelter, with the promise of a better life written against his lips and lost under his tongue as he babbled about your new home and how excited he was to have a puppy hybrid of his own. a timid, sweet faced and jumpy german-shepherd hybrid nothing like their breed— with big eyes, a set of pointed and twitchy puppy dog ears and a tail that stays pinned to the ground with nervousness. there’s a lot for him to undo, a lot of trust to build up.
kirishima was patient when introducing you to his home that only big time pro hero money could buy— he let you sniff out the place, scenting areas that made you feel safe even having his comforting, large presence right beside you was enough to make your ears perk up and heightened senses go wild. he let you pick out the biggest spare room in the house and had even felt sad for you when you stated that you’d never had your own before.
“with me, i’ll make sure you have everything you want ‘n more, kay pup? things will never go back to the way they were for you.” the red head swore to you, crossing his heart — that was the first time you’d ever felt love like that.
the two of you quickly fall into an easy routine; kirishima would leave for work in the mornings after making sure he’d set out the perfect meal a growing pup, like you, would need— using all sorts of kibble that his explosive friend katsuki had recommended. occasionally he’d spoil you with pieces of turkey bacon that he knew you weren’t allowed to have, but what was the harm in spoiling someone who hadn’t experienced luxury before? plus he liked the way your German shepherd tail would wag and your pupils would dilate at the sight of the meaty meal.
eijirou made sure you had all the toys possible to play with while he was away for work— you didn’t like sitters and nearly chewed out the last one katsuki had recommended for a nervous puppy such as yourself. you didn’t like her scent and how it had gotten all over your owner. you preferred to be alone, surrounded by the pinewood and musky husk the redhead would leave behind. and, by the time he came home from being red riot, you’d be sitting right by the door with big bambi eyes to welcome him home, the little bell on your store-bought collar jingling as you rush to meet kirishima at eight pm sharp each day.
though you’re pampered with treats and pretty things and ear scratches 24/7– kirishima does have you trained by that awful bakugou. you’re by no means a guard dog, despite what your hybrid breed might indicate— but you’re disciplined with house rules and how to sit and act properly. bakugou is mean and he snarls at you from time to time, but the praise and kisses you get from your darling and sweet red haired owner make the training completely worth it.
nowadays, katsuki doesn’t even question when you scamper onto the couch or perch yourself on eijirou’s lap whenever they have their boys nights to watch the hero rankings live. “pampered fuckin’ pooch,” is all he grunts from over his can of beer.
“hey,” eijirou will huff, his hands on the fat of your waist or twirling through your fluffy brown and black tail. “don’t be mean, katsuki. they don’t know any better.”
even with all that house training— you still sneak into his bed when being on your own gets too much. his warmth calms you, and eijirou doesn’t seem to mind the brush of your thick and soft tail against his thighs in the morning. “pup, you’re not s’pposed to be on the bed,” he’d tried to scold you the first time it happened, he really did, but your ears lay flat against your skull and you gave him those eyes and kirishima was quick to dive in next to you— asking you what was wrong. “nightmares huh? of the pound? well, those can’t be very nice. maybe you should share a bed with me tonight. one night won’t hurt, will it?”
except one night, becomes every single night.
repeatedly, each night, eijirou scoops you up into his flexing, toned arms and carries you to his room instead of your own— tucks you under his weighted duvets not yours, and swamps you with his body heat. he runs like a furnace during the later hours, not that you mind, it’s nice to be close to him. to feel adored like that.
yourself and kirishima are touchier than most hybrid-owner pairs, you’ve noticed. bakugou thinks it’s because you have a clingy-attachment style, the red head because you’ve been deprived of the affection that most pups deserve. he goes beyond headpats and chin scratches, and the ones that itch right behind your floppy fluffy ears. kirishima keeps a hand on the slope of your waist when he takes you for walks on sunny days, he holds your hand instead of your leash most of the time and his lips linger against your forehead a little longer than normal for a hybrid that’s just a housepet.
you think it’s normal at least, you’ve never been cared for like this and having eijirou’s attention some, if not all, of the time feels like a dream come true. you know that he loves you when actions of endearment become more passionate— when innocent cheek kisses become sloppier lip-locks and when hugs turn into desperate attempts to grab at your flesh, also when your heat cycles become less about finding a mate and more about begging kirishima to ravage you against the nearest surface, soothing the instinctual ache in your bones and lower tummy.
he loved you, and you loved him— and you knew that you owed it all to kirishima for the better life he gave you. taking a chance on a shy little puppy hybrid at risk of being put down.
taking a chance on you.
“angel, ‘m home!”
the rustling of brown paper bags, heavy foot-steps and keys jingling in the front door make your puppy dog ears twitch and you perk up from your place deeper in the house at the sound of kirishima coming home from a long day’s work. you scramble up to meet him half-way into the kitchen, tail swishing a mile a minute behind you, nose wriggling in anticipation. “e-eji!” you breathe, fingers itching to reach out and touch him. “you’re back!”
you’re so cute, so loyal that it warms the pro hero right down to his core. kirishima nods once, giving you the go ahead to latch onto him since you’d waited so patiently and lets out a small chuckle as you tuck yourself into his side. “i always come back, don’t i?” setting the bags on the marble island, he frees up a hand to brush over your head softly, using a knuckle to rub behind your ear. “have you been good, baby?” moving to cup your cheeks next, he presses a gentle smooch to the tip of your nose. “‘course you have, you’re always good f’me…but, i gotta know— did ya miss me?”
“i always miss you,” you say a little too quickly, nuzzling into the palm of red riot’s large hand, tail wagging even faster. “can i…can i have a kiss, eiji? please.”
for a moment, a primal look flashes through the hero’s eyes before being replaced with something softer, something that mirrors the smile he gives you. “only ‘cause you asked so nicely, baby,” he says playfully, sliding his hands from your face down to your waist and tugging you nice and close, your hips flush against one another. “c’mere puppy, gimme some sugar, hm?” your body can’t help but bristle, keening into kirishima’s touch as he subtly lowers his voice and guides you into following his command.
you stand on your tiptoes without even realising it, tilting your head upwards as kirishima coaxes your mouth open with his mellow moving tongue—sighing sweetly against your lips until he’s captured them properly in a slow kiss, not giving you too much but pouring enough words into it to let you know how much he cares for you. he pulls away so things don’t too heated, but still keeps his hands on you before you can whine in protest.
“what’s that?” you ask softly, cocking your head to the side when you notice the bags behind him.
“oh those? well,” kirishima swoops down to your height, nipping your nose with pointed teeth— only serving to make it scrunch up adorably. “i heard it was a certain pup’s birthday today…and it also happens to be the one year anniversary of their adoption. so i got ‘em a lil’ somethin’ to celebrate.”
he lives for the way you smile, almost dies at how your eyes sparkle. “c-can i open it eji?”
“not all of it, pumpkin,” eijirou briefly lets you go and you really do whimper this time, knowing better than to claw at him to stay when you know he’ll be right back. the burly redhead turns to grab a perfectly wrapped package from within the brown paper bag and passes it to you with an eager grin. “go put this on f’me, will you baby? then meet me in the living room once you’re done, for the rest of your present, kay?”
“okay! i’ll be quick!” you practically squeal, vibrating in your place.
“good pup, i’ll be waitin’,” he turns you around with a grip that's barely there, handling you as if you’ll break with too much force and patting you on the bum softly as you go.
by the time you return to the living room, it’s been completely transformed.
the lighting is dimmed, a ruby glow filtering through and the soft hum of your favourite song reverberates against the walls and high ceilings. kirishima seems to be fixing a box on the coffee table by the couch before he notices you, a slick and sexy grin tugging at the corners of his lips as you approach him. “there’s my pretty puppy,” he rasps lowly, sending a shiver from the tips of your ears right down to your toes. “god, i think i made the right choice pickin’ that cute lil’ number out for ya, looks so good on you, hun.”
heat pulses under your skin like buzzing kinetic energy, making you tuck the swell of your cheek into your shoulder bashfully, fluffy ears flattening against your skull. “you think so?” said number is a darling little babydoll dress, made of black silk and red lace lace accents that tickle the backs of your thighs with hearts embroidered at the chest.
“it looks perfect on you baby, you’re breathtakin’,” kirishima tells you earnestly, holding his hand out for you to hold— which you take shyly. “c’mere, twirl f’me? wanna see all of you. show off for me, cutie.” every single one of his compliments has your tail swaying from side to side and blood rushing to your brain, making you dizzier than the cute little spins you do for him while the pro hero sinks into the couch to watch you.
he leans back, thighs spreading wide— and you have to fight the urge to drop your gaze between them. “that’s it pretty thing, my puppy’s such a fuckin’ stunner.” kirishima swallows thickly, ruby glossed eyes darkening with desire. “come t’daddy pup, wanna give you your other gift.”
you quickly shift to stand between his spread legs, quivering like you’re cold has large and rough hands swallow your waist and bunch your night dress up at your hips. he presses sloppy kisses to the softness of your tummy over the material.
“sit.” he commands simply, tugging on your hips to pull you down with him
“yes daddy,” your breathing is ragged as you sink into kirishima’s lap, thighs apart so that you can straddle him properly. you wonder if he can hear your heart racing from its place in your chest— your heightened hybrid senses can already pick up on his, kirishima’s pulse sky-rocketing now that you’re on top of him. “c-can i have my gift now?”
his calloused hand pushes the black silk up and over the curve of your ass, red riot digging into the fat of it to rock you back and forth over is hardening girth. “r’member your manners, puppy. yer s’pposed to ask daddy nicely.” nonetheless, he relents and snatches up the box on the coffee table— handing it to you to unravel. “open it up, baby.”
excitedly, you tear through the daintily wrapped package, revealing a red patent leather collar—decorated with red and black bows, and a heart shaped tag with the letters ‘EK’ inscribed into it. collaring was a big deal in the hybrid community, it meant a permanent mark, belonging to someone, being in love.
“let me put it on you,” eijirou simpers, readily slipping the leather around your neck and sliding two fingers underneath it to tug your lips up to his. “i love you, pup.” he confesses, licking into your mouth hungrily and grinding up into your dripping heat.
it’s embarrassing how wet you’ve gotten and so fast, dumbly following him to the forest fire of lust, sucking on his tongue like a parched puppy lapping at the first drink it can get. hybrids slick up faster when aroused and kirishima turns you on like no other— somehow finding your panty covered clit between your salacious bump and grind.
slumping against his beefy chest, your nails dig deep into his shoulders and whistle tone dog squeaks bubble up on the swell of your lips each time eijirou swipes the pad of his thumb over your swelling pleasures nub, encouraging your juices to gush over his hard on—glueing you both together by strings your arousal.
“i love you too…p-please e-eiji!” the air in the room feels heavier, tainted with the lust that clouds your logical thought. in fact, you can’t even think right with the way your owner toys with you. he drools against your puppy tongue, curses into your heated mouth all while you’re riding his fingers like your life depends on it, kirishima pinching at your sticky clit just to hear more of your needy whines. “p-please daddy,”
the hand that once sat lightly against your neck now trails over each dip and curve of your body, barely brushing over your nipples or digging into the meat of your ass and thighs. “you look so fuckin’ good in the things i buy you, hun, drive me fuckin’ insane,” kirishima fights back a moan, cock twitching against your ass, desperate to be inside of you. “so beautiful in that lil’ dress, with my name around your neck. fuck… ‘m so lucky. my pup, daddy’s sexy fuckin’ puppy.” he rambles and praises you all at once, giving you whiplash, making you clench and ooze sweetly around nothing.
you’re sure that the redhead is almost as brainless and as fucked out as you are just from dry humping his darling little pup… but through his own grunts and groans, hips wildly bucking up to meet yours— kirishima still manages to dominate you, make you feel like you don’t even have to think around him. “you want me, pup, is that it? want me to fuck you?” he hums huskily against the shell of your ear, pinging your collar against your neck when you nod your head yes wordlessly. “gotta—fuck— gotta use your words f’daddy, c’mon now, you know that.”
“y-yes daddy, want you. badly.” you slur, and suddenly, your world tilts on its axis. your back hits the sofa with a bounce and you're pinned against it by the weight of your owner above you, your knees being pushed into your shoulders.
“a-always such a good…obedient lil thing f’me,” eijirou groans at the sight of you beneath him. “so perfect, ‘m so lucky t’have such a beautiful puppy all to myself, shit!” your silk baby doll gathers at your hips, soaked panties tucked to the side and your glistening, pulsing mound on display like an attraction made just for him. he wastes no time in yanking down his sweats and boxers in one go— revealing his bright red and angry dick, covered in a thick layer of gooey white precum. all for you. kirishima slaps the length of himself against your slit once, twice before his forehead falls against yours.
“p-put it in eiji, c-can’t wait daddy…”
even though your cute little sex makes him a wreck, eijirou still manages to hold control over you— teasing you as he forces his fat tip past your tiny, creamy entrance. “so impatient, cutie, i should make you say please… but fuck, i need you so bad right now. might not last long…”
the pair of you let out strained moans as kirishima pushes in and he reaches the hilt—your sweaty bodies flush against one another, both of you covered in layers of each other’s arousal. your pussy flutters at being filled up so fast, clinging onto the pretty blue veins that spiral around his chubby, swollen cock— a low whine rumbles in your chest as the redhead sets a rough stream to his thrusts, milky cockhead brushing against each pulse point on your sensitive walls.
it’s almost like you’re being knotted, squelching as kirishima tries to pull out of your snug sex that grips him selfishly. all the while, he pounds you to hell and back. you're so full, you’re a slobbering mess already teetering on the edge of insanity. red riot leans over you, washboard abs pressed against the backs of your thighs to force you down into the creaky couch— each time he withdraws from your messy and wet walls, your ears fall back and your tail thumps hard against the cushions, coated in your viscous nectar.
“fuck, this puppycunt sounds so dirty, gorgeous…feels like fuckin’ heaven,” he whispers to you, words damp on your cupid’s bow. “my perfect puppy, a dumb lil’doggy on my cock…s’such a fuckin’ dream.” your brain empties, becomes a void that’s filled with only eijirou kirishima and the way he fucks you deep, hits every spot, touches your body like a man worshipping a higher power. “‘m so lucky baby, really am.”
your collar jingles, the pendant with his name on it bouncing every time kirishima’s cock bullies its way into your gooey insides until they give into him. you’re the lucky one, you think— lucky to be loved like this, to have been rescued from the pound and pinned down on a dick that aches to be inside you, wrapping around his pulsing length to the point where you’re practically milking him already.
“d-daddy!” you hiccup, big fat tears clumping in your lashes, your face a beautiful mess to the man above you. “i can’t…”
the pro hero reaches down between your bodies, close to cumming just from listening to you howl over the sounds of skin slapping on skin, and tugs at your soft slick tail—stroking it until your pussy quivers and gushes around him, painting your babydoll dress and his half rolled down sweats with a fresh wave of your essence. every time he pets the fluffy appendage, you get wetter and wetter, tighter and tighter and your moans loud enough to wake the neighbours.
heavy hips rock into you, even heavier balls clap creamily against your fleshy ass and kirishima lets his head drop to your neck—biting and sucking possessively at exposed skin just above where your collar lies. “yes you fuckin’ can, your daddy’s good pup right?” he slurs hungrily, writing his claim against your throat. “when you get close, hold it f’daddy, be obedient ‘n you’ll get your reward.”
you feel like everything’s on fire, every nerve ending in your body buzzing with anticipation— the knot in your stomach seconds away from unwinding. “b-but daddy—!”
“hold it.” eijirou warns sternly, though his breath stutters— every instinct that he has threatening to breed you up full with a load of his hot cum. “h-hold it, hon,” you sob at the pain and pleasure of holding off, thighs twitching, tail hitting the couch hard and puppy ears flopping over your face. you’re so adorable like this, jolting up the piece of furniture as the redhead languidly canters into you. he finally breaks when you let out a weak cry of his name, his first spurts of cum pouring into you. “f-fuck, let go for me puppy, make a mess on daddy’s cock—shit, thats it. so good, all over me, wanna see you cummin’ with me…”
white hot ropes of seed paint your insides just as your eyes roll back into your skull. he feels so warm, coating your insides with a layer of his cum as if to claim you from the inside out. there’s so much of it that oozes out of your entrance thickly, like a running tap of honey that ruins your pussy lips with opaque white—triggering your own orgasm. kirishima holds you close, whispers sweet nothings into your ear as your release crashes over you, rocking your world while your juices splatter out against his pelvis and all over your cute little gown in clear streams.
“happy birthday, beautiful,” the redhead mumbles to you sweetly, kissing his initials on your pendant and right up to your lips. “i love you.”
“t-thank you eiji,” you whisper back— a sleepy, full and content puppy. “i love you too.”
At your service, my love!
;; househusband!sub!aether x reader
cw: established relationship, ooc aether, rough sex, riding, exhibitionism, spitting inside mouth, masturbation, overstimulation, smell kink (?? aether smells your clothes), cockdrunk aether, consensual groping, teasing, nipple play, feminization (use of wife, pussy, clit, wearing of feminine clothing), implied small dick aether, reader has a dick
isn't it nice to have a special someone waiting for your arrival at the door? cooking and cleaning the house? making sure that you won't worry about the house? sighh,, or even better! making sure that their hole is nice and ready for you, spreading their legs the moment you walk into home in case your frustrated from work hehe enjoy your househusband aether!! <33 in here, i can see aether wearing those 90s vintage red dresses that women wear with those summer hats, pearl jewerly and heels clacking as he walks. he wants his image to scream that his spouse is rich lol let me know if i missed anything! ^^ im getting hungry rn
househusband!aether who feels so blessed to have a spouse like you! you work so hard, keeping a company strong just so you can provide for him! he remembers when you cleared out a whole store just for him so he can shop as he pleased! househusband!aether who sighs in content, looking down the the ring on his finger. he smiles, he can't forget how you bent down in one knee and asked the special words.
househusband!aether being the envy of the women and men of the neighborhood he lives in. not only he tied the knot with a really rich person, he bagged the person who was the hottie of the neighborhood. people turning their heads as they watch aether and you walk down the street, hand in hand. househusband!aether who knows and smug about it. envious couples that pass by your mansion gates seeing aether pretty laugh as he sits on your laugh, spoon in hand as you smile. househusband!aether who spots the couple and smirks. he put down the spoon then leaning to kiss you roughly. he moans into your mouth as you kiss him back. househusband!aether who opens his eyes seeing the couples envious expressions before walking away. that's right, be jealous of me. be jealous that i have the person you could never have.
househusband!aether who would wear a pretty flowy white dress as he attends a party you and him were invited to. househusband!aether who didn't wear panties, lifting his dress for you to see his bare pussy before bringing it down, smiling innocently at you. you narrow you're eyes at him before leaning down to whisper; "i won't be gentle." househusband!aether who goes around with is hand wrapped around your arm, greeting the people who comes to them. they bring you to the table, people already conversing to one another over food and drinks. househusband!aether who struggles to keep up decent expression as he feels you put your hand on his thigh, slowly crawling up his bare pussy. his breath hitches as he feels you stroke him, eyes looking at you, seeing that you don't seem affected at all! you continue to stroke him, pace getting faster and aether is about break. his deep breaths are starting to let out small whines, body starting to shake as he feels he's about to cum. he immediately grabs your arm, looking at you with his eyes and pleading, "[name].. please.. 'm gonna cum.. you're going to make me cuum..!". you didn;t stop, you pace going faster than ever and the coil snaps. he moans and bows forward, body shaking as he feels you not stopping, continue stroking him. all eyes were now on him, blushes on their faces as they watch him continue moaning and shaking. you smile, waving your free hand around. "sorry, my wife isn't feeling well. you can continue eating."
househusband!aether who wakes up before you, waking up in the early hours of the morning to prepare you for work. he stares up at you as you sleep peacefully, arms around his waist and breathing softly. househusband!aether who feels you up. his free hand landing on your torso and dragging it all the way up to your face, cupping your cheeks. your brows furrow as you stir, eyes owlishly blinking the sleep away and looking down at his soft face. "good morning, aether." househusband!aether who smiles and reaches up to kiss your cheek, "good morning, my love."
househusband!aether who whines as you put on your shoes. you didn't left him suck you off as you eat! maybe it was because he made you cum in his mouth twice the moment you woke up but still! househusband!aether who pulls in closer as you kiss him goodbye and whines into your mouth. you pull away and look at his face; face flushed and eyes begging you for more. you put your hand on cheek and tap it, "open your mouth, baby." househusband!aether who eagerly opens his mouth to you, watching intently as your mouth spits in his. "swallow." he giggles as he closes his mouth and swallowing, opening his mouth again sticking his tongue out to show you he swallowed. you smile and kiss him one last time before leaving for work.
househusband!aether who knows tends after the house. despite having maids that you said will do the work for him, he likes to do chores as well. he takes the laundry of both of your clothes to the laundry room. he kneels down and begins to put your clothes in the machine, then noticing your favorite shirt when exercising. househusband!aether who couldn't help but sniff it, your smell stuck on the shirt. flashes of your body as the shirts hugs you, stretching as you stretch you body. househusband!aether who leans back on the wall, sniffing your shirt as he lifts his, reaching for nipples with his ring finger and thumb, flicking and pressing it. "hnngh..! [name].. [name]♡!". he breathes in deeply, eyes rolling back as your smell hits his senses, fingers working faster on his nipples as his hips write around. househusband!aether who lets go of your shirt and lets his other hand play with his nipple and tugs harshly, toying it around as he feels the coil in his stomach about to snap. "haaa fhuck! fuckfuckfuck♡♡~!". he squeals out your name as he cums hard with a last tug on his nipples.
househusband!aether who hangs out by the pool, wearing a skimpy black one piece and a nice pair of sunglasses atop his head. "[name]! are you coming?". househusband!aether who smiles as you stop in your tracks, taking in his look. "see something you like?", he leans in teasingly, you seeing the outline of his pretty nipples poking out. you clear your throat, "you look good." househusband!aether who pouts before heading for the edge of the pool, "then come on! join me, [name]!". you join him, stepping in the water before plunging in. you both have fun, swimming around and chasing each other. aether calls time out and sits by the edge, feet in the water. "[nameee].. the water is getting cold." he calls out to you and you come close, about to suggest to get up and rest. until aether reaches up for the back of his neck, tugging the ribbon that kept his swimsuit and letting the top part fall, reavealing his nipples to you. "see name?" he whines and brings your hand to his chest, your palm feeling the hardness of it, "my nipples are hard now!" househusband!aether who gasps as you lift yourself to catch his nipple in your mouth, hand twisting and turning the other. he immediately wraps his arms around your head and legs around your shoulders, moaning out loud as you suck harder, tongue flicking back and forth. "hghkk! harder! play with harder! sho gooood♡♡~~!". he squeals out your name, back arching closer to you as he cums, clutching your hair tightly.
househusband!aether who beams when you say you tell him that you will be free from work for three days, jumping and wrapping his legs around your torso as you carry him. "finally! finally, finally, finally! i get to have you.. i finally get to have you all for myself, [name]." househusband!aether whos eyes roll back as bounces himself on your cock, chanting your name incoherently. "yesyesyesyes, fhuck, yes! your cock..~~!! soo deep in meeee~~!". you hold his hand tighter, intertwined with yours as he plunges your cock deeper in him. "yeah? it's all yours, baby. you'll get to have my cock in you for how long you want." househusband!aether who bounces harder, free hand coming up to his nipple and toy with it, tugging it hard. "[name]... [name]! i'm gonna cum! pleasepleasepleaseplease play with my clit♡♡!". househusband!aether whos back arches as you you stroke his clit, your hips meeting his thrusts and going faster, hitting his prostate. all the sensations, all the stimulations made him cry out, voice screaming out as he feels himself cum. he keeps tugging and playing with his nipple, grinding back into your dick as he tries to prolong the pleasure he feels coursing through his body. "[name]... [name].. more! i want more more more~~♡!".
belly bulge !
Izuku M., Shoto T., Shigaraki T. x top!male reader
These 3’s reactions to you creating a bulge in their stomach
A/n: don’t forget requests are open! You can request MHA or any other fandoms I’ve posted but I’m mainly fixated on MHA rn lol
Minors dni!
Izuku Midoriya
“Fuck! Fuck y/n! I can’t- you’re so deep baby!”
You grin at the way you make Izuku feel, eyes taking in the sweaty sight as you fuck into his hole at a brutal pace, you couldn’t find yourself stopping now.
With Izuku’s toned legs wrapped tightly around your waist you didn’t think you could stop either, the cage keeping you from pulling out.
You however got out of the tight grip, sitting up and allowing yourself to indulge in the sweaty mess your boyfriend was, your cock becoming too much for him already.
Your eyes travelled down to his abdomen and finally noticed the small bulge that formed there, you groaned at it, the way your cock poked his gut as if it was trying to get out.
“Would you look at that darling, I’m in your stomach” you grabbed Izuku’s hand and made him press on the bump so he’d understand what you meant.
This drove him crazy and had him cumming on the spot whilst yelling your name over and over, he loved the idea of you being in his stomach.
Shoto Todoroki
Ah-! Honey, you’re so big! Fuck- I- jesus”
Shoto wasn’t usually vocal in bed, you’d get the odd moan and whine out of him but other than that he was mostly silent.
So when you got him talking you knew you were doing something right. He shivered violently as you slowed down, giving him time to breathe and reel in his brain before it strayed too far away.
You rubbed your thumbs over his hips and smiled, his face flushed and looked down, noticing the bulge in his stomach, it only made him moan louder.
“Fuck baby, your in my- ha- my stomach”
At first you thought he was only exaggerating, trying to tell you that you were making him feel so good but the closer your eyes got to his abdomen the more you understand that what he was saying was literal.
You giggled, thrusting slowly just to see your cock move inside him, Shoto whimpered and held onto you, trying his best not to cum from realising how deep you were.
“I guess I actually am huh?” You teased before speeding up your pace a little.
Shigaraki Tomura
“God- fuck! I never thought I’d let a hero fuck me!- shit!”
Shigaraki would have been lying if he said he never wanted to get fucked by you. Purposely getting into altercations with you so he’d see you. It was funny yet hot to you.
You had the villain on him back in your car, legs in the air as you kept your hero suit on just to rub it in his face; that a villain was at a hero’s mercy. And Shigaraki loved how humiliated he felt.
You huffed holding his hands above his head by his wrists to stop him from accidentally killing you.
He whined, shaking as you hit his prostate head on, never failing to miss it after that and almost making him cum on the spot.
As you fucked him you noticed a small bulge in his stomach, the head of your cock poking it and allowing you to see how well you fucked him, how deep inside him you were.
You snickered and tutted “not only are you drooling over your enemies cock but my dick seems to be in your guts baby”
Shigaraki only whined and arched his back and making the bulge more apparent. He really did love your cock.
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