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• obsessed! izuku x spoiled! black! reader
you opened your claw clip to hold back your knotless braids.
“hey baby.. y’ look pretty today..” izuku mumbles, twirling your braid around his calloused finger. “mhm. where’s my money at?” you hum, putting your hand out palm up. izuku straightens up and digs in his pocket for the bundle of benjamin’s folded together with a rubber band. he hands it to you and slides his shoes off. “hunnid..two hunnid..” you count, sliding the bills between your soft hands. izuku watches. incase he missed a bill or two. “six hunnid. thank you my love.” you beam, pulling him down for a kiss.
“anything for my baby..” izuku mumbles, picking you up by your waist and laying you on the bed — ready to kiss the life out of you.
miguel on top desperately riding u and begging u to take over n pound him through the floorboards
ftm!miguel o'hara x reader
a/n — avid pussy enjoyer here
"Here? Now?" You mutter under your breath, a small grin on your face as you feel him push you down against the floor roughly. It didn't bother you at all, really— it was just a tad amusing seeing him so desperate like this. He was usually quite well put together, but this was something different.
"Yeah, and?" Miguel says with a scoff, letting out a breathy sigh when he grinds his hips against your own. His head tilts back, and you see his the eyes of his mask squinting slightly when your crotches meet. You both were supposed to go around the different multiverses and make sure things were okay, but clearly, Miguel had a different idea. Sure, the mission had been boring so far since there wasn't much going awry around, but you didn't think it would lead to... this. He had pulled you into an abandoned building to talk privately, he said... what a conversation this was.
You passed your hands over his thighs, gently squeezing the mixture of muscle and fat of them. Power rippled underneath the skin, much more than you'd ever seen. Everything about the man on top of you screamed strength and intelligence. You admired that about him.
"Miguel, mi amor... They're going to come looking for us if we do this. This can wait a bit, can't it?" You tried to be the voice of reason, but a particularly hard roll of the man's hips shut you up real quick. You can feel his core twitch against you, already slick with arousal against your half hard cock.
"Let them find us." Miguel says, voice heavy and dripping with need. He was getting impatient. You watch as he grabs the bottom half of both your suits, his claws digging in deep before tearing away at the fabric without a care in the world. That'll be very annoying to fix later, you think to yourself, but his hands distract you very quickly. "We haven't been left alone all damn week, I need this now or else I'll go crazy." He growls lowly and you can imagine him baring his fangs underneath his mask.
You lean back onto the hardwood floor with a sigh, "That's true, isn't it?" May as well let him use you to his hearts content so he gets his fill.
He quickly works you to full hardness, thumb swiping over your weeping tip. If he weren't more careful, Miguel would have scratched your dick off. You were thankful. To show your appreciation, your hand slide down his thigh and made its way to his exposed cunt. You let out a pleased noise seeing how positively dripping he is for you already. You rub a circle over his clit, gently nudging the sensitive bundle. You're just about to slip your fingers into his folds when he stops you. Miguel tightens his grip onto your wrists before pinning them down above your head.
"You take too long." He mutters, lifting his hips up and guiding your cock into him. You hear a low hiss from him when your tip brushes against his clit, but that quickly turns into a noise of pleasure from the both of you as you slip inside. He feels absolutely heavenly around you, it takes everything within you to not break out of his grip to fuck up into his tight pussy.
Miguel was in control, you told yourself, for now.
You both sit there for a moment, relishing in the moment. Miguel's head is tilted back, a low groan threatening to rip itself from his throat whenever you shifted your hips.
"Deberías darte prisa, cariño. No quieres que nadie nos vea así, ¿verdad?" You purr at him, purposely using whatever little leverage you had to thrust lightly into him. You brushed right over Miguel's sweetspot, so close yet so far.
Miguel let out a frustrated groan and grabbed his mask, ripping it off and truly, it was more beautiful than anything you've ever seen. His cheeks were flushed, hair messy and sticking to his face with each heavy pant that falls from his lips. His fangs were threatening to rip through his lower lip from how hard he was biting down onto it. You'd tease him more if you could.
"¿Alguna vez sabes cuándo cerrar la boca, hijo de puta?" Miguel spits out, lifting his hips up and slamming down onto your cock roughly. It strikes all the good places within him and he lets out a soft moan. He eventually lets go of your wrists to steady himself on your shoulders, letting you grab ahold of his hips. The more you complied, the better it would be for the both of you.
Miguel must've wanted this bad because the way he squeezes down onto you when he lifts himself up leaves you breathless. Like he's determined to milk you dry. At first, his quick, rough pace was working until his hips began to stutter with each stroke of your thick cock within him. His legs were straining and his pace was getting sloppy. You knew what this meant.
With a small smile on your face, you passed a hand over his abdomen. "Struggling a little, hermoso? I can help you..." You muttered, planting your feet flat on the ground and thrust up into him firmly. It knocks the breath out of the man and he about collapses onto you. You can feel his claws digging into your shoulders, tearing at your suit but you didn't care anymore. You loved the wild look in his eyes, it was unlike anything you've ever seen.
After a bit of consideration, he growls out, "Fine. You owe me." If it meant fucking that pretty pussy of his again in the future, you'd do anything he'd ask.
Wordlessly, you flipped him onto his back with ease— warming something in the pits of Miguel's belly. He was glad you were strong.
You immediately leaned in to kiss him, starting off sweet but ending up sloppy as always. Miguel bites at your lips as if he were a man starved, his fang nicking your bottom lip and the taste of metal spreading throughout the kiss. You pulled away for a second before he pulled you back in desperately, wrapping his arms around your neck to keep you close. You were glad you didn't need air as frequently as any other human would.
While you kissed, you guided yourself back into him, sliding in with ease. This finally gets him to pull away from the kiss, a soft moan falling from his swollen lips. "D-date prisa, dios— no puedo soportarlo más." He says breathlessly, his eyelids fluttering when he felt your tip brush against that spot within him. He lets go of your neck and squeezes your shoulders, spreading his legs out further. What a whore.
You chuckle and set that same rough pace from before that you know he loves so much. "Telling me to hurry up, huh? Didn't you start this, Miguelito? You wanted this." You say with a cruel grin, emphasising your words with strikes to his cunt that leave Miguel speechless. You thumb at his clit again as you move, pressing against that bundle of nerves in all the right way.
He was so wet, absolutely dripping from just your words. Each smack of skin against skin and Miguel's helpless moans resonates through the room, the air thick with the scent of sex and blood.
"I bet you would just love it if I got you knocked up, huh?" You coo, a strangled sob coming from the man beneath you, "Te encantaría llevar a mis bebés, ¿no? Wanna see you all round with my kin, then maybe then you'd calm down and take a break finally, huh?" Your words are absolute filth and Miguel is eating up every bit of it.
You can feel your gut tightening up and with the way you're feeling him clench around you whilst making your back his own personal scratch post— it's safe to assume he's about to cum too.
"Gonna cum, mi amor. Where do you want it?" You ask, slowing down to a grinding halt to get his attention.
Miguel's voice is hoarse but he sobs out, "Inside— Adentro, por favor. Los amo tanto, quiero a sus bebés... Por favor, por favor, los necesito, los amo—" You shush him with a sweet kiss, one that leaves him absolutely wrecked. His lashes are wet with unshed tears, threatening to slip the harder you fucked him into the floor.
"Anything for you, sweet thing." You mutter softly into the kiss, wiping away his tears away.
You kiss his face a couple times before taking ahold of one of his hands to keep him grounded. You pushed him down into a mating press, the new angle successfully driving Miguel insane as you drove so deep within him.
You rubbed against his clit as you fucked into him like it was your last day on earth, watching the oh so stoic Miguel O'Hara unravel into a begging, whimpering mess underneath you.
You can feel his cunt squeezing down onto you and before you know it, he orgasms. That was enough for the pressure within you to finally snap, cock twitching as you emptied a thick, hot load into him. You continued moving within him, making sure every last drop of your release was pumped into him before eventually slowing down to a stop.
You were both absolutely fucked out, Miguel moreso than you. Tears and droll stained his face and you couldn't help but be proud of yourself. You leaned in to kiss him, muttering a soft 'good boy' under your breath. He kissed you back softly this time, low purrs coming from him as you showered him with praise and affection.
This was all interrupted when Miguel's watch beeped and small hologram of Jessica appeared.
"You two lovebirds finished patrolling yet? We have a situation that needs to be taken care of." She says with a hum, a slightly smug look on her face. She knew. Of course, she did.
"We'll be there in five." Miguel said roughly, his voice completely shot.
"Oh, and try to clean up before you get here, please? We don't anyone seeing-"
"WE'LLBETHEREINFIVEBYE." Miguel yells out, embarrassment clear in his face before closing the communication line. That woman would be the death of him. He lets out an irritated sigh and looks to you, slightly startled by the lovestruck look in your eyes.
Yeah, this would be the man you'd marry, you concluded.
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➤ ⟣┄─ . ✧ ── LET'S GET FREAKY 【 Miguel O'hara thirst 】 sub bottom miguel. nsfw. reader has 2 dicks. (kinda snake) vemon! reader. miguel has a pussy. eating out miguel. reader is a bit silly.
Venom! Reader sneaks into spiderman headquarters and gets a bit silly.
Miguel's strong thighs are wrapped tightly 'round your head, your long tongue burried deep within his pussy as obscene wet sounds resonate within the small room you're in. Your hands are grasping at Miguel's ass, making sure he can't move away from the endless pleasure you're given him.
Miguel's moaning, hasn't stopped since you went down on him, and his gripping at your hair as you continue you tongue fuck him and circle his clit (the pros of having an alien tongue).
"Ahhh— ahh, fuck.. Fuck..!"
His breath is laboured, squeezing his thighs tighter around your head as he feels his legs spasm, and it doesn't help the fact that he could see a bulge forming, from your tongue alone. Anytime you laugh, the vibrations are sent right to his pussy— and he's sure he's seeing stars by now.
"Ahh.. Spider's are ssho yummy." You have a goofy grin on your face as you lift your head from in between Miguel's thighs, his cum splattered all over your face and mouth— as if someone had thrown a carton of milk your way. Miguel can't help but blush at the view of you covered in all his fluids, feeling his pussy constrict around nothing as you easily tower over him. Your dicks visible as you glide it up and down Miguel's pussy.
"It's like a slidee.." You slur, watching as both your cocks easily glide up and down Miguel's wet folds, now covered with your own, oozing black cum. Miguel furrows his brows, a blush still covering his cheeks as he hooks his legs around you.
".. Nng.. Jus' put it in already..!" He hisses, sharp teeth visible as he tries to grind on you for any friction. You tut at his behaviour, shaking your head mockingly as you grab hold of his hips— easily holding him down (something that stirs up Miguel's core even more).
"Gotta knock first." You giggle, holding Miguel down with one hand as you take one of your dicks with the other— knocking it against his clit as you imitate the sound "Knock, knock."
You're sure Miguel will find some way to kill you, so you quickly do the same with your other dick before he can have the chance to register what happened and complain.
"You—"
You push both of your dicks in, relishing at the wet sound that soon follows, and the way Miguel becomes all choked up— eyes rolled to the back of his head as you keep his thighs wide open, pushing them further towards his own body until his knees touch his shoulder.
"Spider's so flexible too.."
Miguel feels his mouth open, but no sound comes out as you start your brutal thrusts to his pussy, rendering him breathless for a few seconds. He moans and whimpers, muttering Spanish words underneath his breath as you continue to fuck him— never once taking your eyes off of his form. It's not long before Miguel cums for what feels like the 19th time— and ends up tired as he tires to lock his legs around your waist.
"Fuckin.. Hell.."
all my works r rushed and unedited but don't think with your brain but think with your dick 😞
maybe doing a part two but with hobie ☝ but then again idk british slang.
Miguel O’Hara x Spider-Man!Male Reader Pt. 2
Continuation of my previous post due to request :)
Part One | Part Two
cw: implied oral sex (r receiving), love bites, sex omg just sex, miguel gets fucked, reverse cowgirl and leapfrog positions, breeding kink, pet names, crying, established relationship (at the end tho)
Didn’t expect people to actually like the first part 🥹 this is for y’all
@sad-author-san @dragonspaint09
(word count: 2.6K+)
“Go lock the door.” Your voice was full of lust, a wave of arousal sweeping over you at Miguel’s whimper. You had no idea your superior could make such pretty noises. How were you just now taking notice of the pretty creature in your hospital room? Were you blind? You’d never really noticed just how alluring your boss was, face and figure, up until now. And the man touched himself to you groaning? Was this even the first time? Oh, you were gonna be up for a couple hours now.
He was extra careful during foreplay, despite your encouragement to do what he pleased, gently unraveling the wrap shirt the hospital gave you, uncovering your mouthwatering physique. Sat in your lap, his fangs gently nipped your pecs, indulging in one of his many desires that you so generously allowed as you stroked the tops of his firm thighs with your bandaged hands, groaning at the sight of his love bites. He scooted back before leaning down further, his tongue laving over the ridges of your abs, his fangs somehow even gentler as he nipped what skin he could without further irritating your still recovering ribs.
You slid a hand down Miguel's spine, hooking a finger over the waistband of his pants as he looked up at you, a shy expression on his face as a string of saliva connected between his pointed tongue and your abdomen. What a fucking tease. "I don't have any lube." Miguel whispered, a sultry look in his eyes. He was testing your patience. Testing you. He knew you could move only but so much with your injuries. You gripped the back of his hair, pressing his head closer to the large tent in your sweatpants. "You will." You said in a low tone, staring him down with a predatory gaze.
Miguel felt dizzy as he bounced in your lap, the room filled with sounds of your skin making contact followed by his whimpers and whines. His rapid inhales were quivery and heavy as he tried to hold back his cries of pleasure, fat tears dripping down his cheeks. It was far past visiting hours, and the last thing Miguel wanted was a nurse coming in and seeing the owner of the damn building riding one of their patients like his life depended on it.
He was leaned forward, his upper half propped up by his clawed hands, tearing into the hospital sheets between your brawny thighs. He rode every inch of your length, rising till the bulbous tip of your cock was left before slamming his hips back down. His hole was gobbling up every last bit of you, sinking down on every vein decorating your girth with ease, mouth ajar, drool leaking from the corners of his mouth as hoarse cries were held back.
Y/n was groaning in Miguel’s ear, a mix of pain from the movement on your recovering body and pleasure as his hole fluttered around you. Miguel grew worried at the sound of your occasional pained grunts, slowing his pace and turning his head to try and look back at you. “Are you alright?” He asked with a wary expression. You didn’t respond, opting to wrap one of your calloused hands around his hip, slamming him back down on your cock while the other muffled the shaky sob that erupted from him. “Don’t fucking stop.” You growled into Miguel’s ear, causing him to nod frantically, warm tears transferring from his flushed cheeks to your hand as he resumed his desperate pace.
Miguel’s bottom lip trembled as he moved, your cock reaching deep inside him in ways he didn’t know was possible. Every thrust rocked against his delicate prostate as his own cock hung heavy over the sheets, dripping pre onto the bedding. “M’ close, y/n, so close.” Miguel was practically sobbing as he spoke in a hoarse voice. His arms were struggling to hold himself up, his vision flickering every time the underside of your cock ground against his bundle of nerves.
“Keep going for me, mami, c’mon.” Your voice was raspy in his ear and the name slipped off your tongue so easily as your hands rubbed up his sides. Miguel let out a low sob at the label, his pace was frantic as he bounced in your lap. He had never been more thankful for his strict training regime, giving him the strength to keep moving on your cock even with the burning sensation in his thighs.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Miguel whined hoarsely, his eyes rolling back with each drop of his hips. Your mind was battling between different desires, a part of you wanting to reach around Miguel and stroke him to finish, but another wanted to watch him unravel on your cock alone. Fuck it. You reached one of your hands forward, teasing his tip with your thumb while your other hand held his hip lightly. Miguel came undone quickly, his cum coating your fingers as he sobbed out your name, tears streaming down his pretty cheeks.
Miguel’s arms were trembling too much to hold himself up, slowly bending them and lowering his upper half down to the bed as his tears soaked into the sheets below. Your hard cock was still nestled inside him as his last few drops of release dripped onto the fabric, his hips stationary as they trembled above yours.
You weren’t done. Not yet. You gritted your teeth as you prepared to reposition, sliding the IV out of your arm before gripping Miguel’s hips as you lifted him a few inches off your cock, prompting him to whine softly. “I know, mami, I know.” You said soothingly as you bent your leg, readjusting yourself to kneel behind Miguel while propping his lower half up on his knees to properly meet his hips with yours.
The position was a bit painful on your still recovering ribs as you leaned over him, but that didn’t matter in this moment. You reached a hand back, grabbing one of your pillows. You wrapped your other arm under him, your forearm pressing into his chest as you gripped his neck, lifting him like a toy before stuffing the pillow under him and dropping him back down onto it, giving him something to muffle his sweet noises with. He was going to need it, cause you weren’t in the mood for mercy.
Miguel was bawling into the pillow as you moved, pounding into him at a brutal pace. Your eyes were raking over what you could see of his body as you leaned over him, one hand pressed into the bedding next to his head and the other gripping his hip tightly. His back arched so prettily to meet your thrusts, the muscle of his ass smushed against your pelvis every time you bottomed out and—Oh my god. Was this love? He took you so goddamn well. So perfect. You could tell this was his first time getting fucked by an actual cock. He must’ve relied on toys up until now. Did he think of you when he used those too? You wanted to ask him, but you could tell from his body’s reaction to your size that none of his little imitations could compare to you. His breathing was erratic and some of his inhales were choked off by a mix of sobs and moans.
“You’re doing so good, cariño, taking me so well.” Your voice was husky as you felt yourself steadily approaching your climax, your ears filled with the sound of Miguel’s cries in response to your words. “Can’t wait to fuck that pretty mouth of yours when I’m out of here.” Miguel nodded weakly at your words, his arms wrapped around the pillow as his head swayed in sync with each of your thrusts. You couldn’t believe the situation you were in. You would’ve been deep in denial if someone told you you’d be balls deep in your boss only eight months after being brought on the team. "Can't believe you were hiding this pretty thing from me for so long." You muttered, your words accompanied by a harsh spank against Miguel's right cheek, grinning when you heard him yelp and felt a flutter around your cock in response.
Fuck it. Miguel didn’t care anymore. If someone caught you two in the act, then so be it. He was doing a bit of everything now. Sobbing, moaning, sniveling, mewling, whimpering. He thought you’d cum not too long after him, but the rising feeling in his gut of another climax approaching him as well as your relentless pace said otherwise.
Miguel had a terrifying thought in the back of his mind that this all was just a lust on your end, only doing this for mutual pleasure, nothing more. Those fears were quickly erased however when he felt you slow your pace to a grind, the length of your member rocking against his prostate as you leaned down, pressing tender kisses against the muscles in his back. Your hand on his hip massaged circles into his soft flesh as you whispered sweet words into his ear, your cock grinding deep inside him as his eyes rolled back.
You had a strong urge to taunt him, make your little leader beg for your cock. You didn’t pick up the pace, opting to murmur against his nape, suggesting that maybe you two should leave it at this tonight, claiming that you didn’t want to overwhelm him with another orgasm. In the midst of giving your (fake) reasoning, Miguel had already reached one of his clawed hands out, gripping the wrist of your hand that rested next to his head, nearly drawing blood. He blabbered out a bunch of pleads, clearly distraught by your recommendation. “I can take it, I can take it,” his whines were cut off by a snivel, thick tears flowing down his face in desperation, “I need you, y/n, you can’t stop now. I need you to cum insi—”
You pulled back, sliding your cock out just enough for the tip to catch on his hole before slamming back inside him, resuming your merciless pace. “Fuck, you want me to fill you up, baby?” You grunted out between your thrusts. “Make me a daddy?” Miguel was delirious, couldn’t even respond as his eyes rolled back, drool leaking past his puffy lips and onto the pillow below him. You tucked your head against the curve of his nape, muttering dirty things in his ear as you pounded into him.
God, normally you didn’t like talking, but tonight you were feeling chatty. “Answer me, mami. Or do you want me to stop?” Miguel’s voice was hoarse and whiny, slurring his words as he got more and more drunk on your cock. “I wan’ it, I wan’ it.” He couldn’t hold his head up even a few inches anymore, slumping into his tear-stained pillow as he got closer and closer to his second orgasm. “You can have it, baby, it’s all yours.” You groaned into his ear, your own climax approaching. “Take everything, my first born, my last name, take it all, mami.”
Your pace stuttered as you climaxed, filling Miguel up with your seed as you bit his nape harshly. The sensations drove Miguel over the edge, staining the sheets below him for the second time tonight as he sobbed your name into the pillow. It was too much for him, falling into darkness only moments later, the sound of you clicking a few buttons on his wrist watch being his last memory before succumbing to his exhaustion.
Miguel woke up the next morning in your burly arms, his head tucked against your neck as the two of you laid on your sides, facing one another. He was sweating a bit, your body emitting heat like a furnace as he tried to recall the concluding events of the previous night. He was in a foreign room now, dressed in some of your clothing, sunlight illuminating the little signs of life around the large bedroom. Your room. Clearly well furnished as he took notice of the mini living room in one of the walls of the room.
Miguel knew you were wealthy, known for your business relations all over your Earth. He was always a bit perplexed at how little time you spent in your own dimension, always either scouring other Earths for anomalies or spending time in HQ, debriefing Miguel on your expeditions while awaiting your next assignment. Like a machine. This always irked him, nearly made him wonder if his attraction to you was just objectification. But now that he had a clear view of your rarely unmasked face, he could see that he was wrong. That the Spider-Man of this Earth was very much human.
You let out a low groan as you slowly awoke, your arms tightening around Miguel before lowering the arm that wasn't smushed under his side to rest on his waist. "The nurses are gonna be angry when they see I'm not in my room." You murmured in a husky voice, your eyes still closed. "I'll make an excuse for you, they won't argue with me." Miguel whispered back, a giddy smile spread across his face as his heart fluttered at the sound of your voice.
You could practically hear the smile in Miguel's voice, slowly opening your eyes to meet his. Miguel was a bit surprised at the satisfied look in your eyes, a bashful expression spreading on his face as his eyes darted away from yours. You squeezed an arm around his back, pulling him flush against you as your other hand squeezed the sore mound of his rear. "Don't be a prude, boss." You said in an undertone before pressing a tender kiss against his lips. Miguel accepted the kiss for a moment before quickly pulling his face back an inch from yours, a look of displeasure on his face. "C'mon, y/n, don't call me that right now." He mumbled, his eyebrows furrowed.
A small grin danced across your face as you turned, leaning your body over his as he shifted to lay flat under you, your arms bent and bordering around his head. "What would you prefer, Miguel?" You said in a low tone before you began pressing even softer kisses on his lips, his hands lifting to rest on your chest. "Mi vida?" A kiss. "Cariño?" Another one. "Or," you lowered your head enough so that your lips brushed against his when you spoke, "mami? You seemed to like that one last night." Miguel's lips pressed into a thin line at your last few words, a flush spreading across his cheeks at the memory. How fucking adorable.
"Y/n," Miguel murmured, a determination in his eyes, "what are we?" You stared down at him, thinking for a moment. "Y'know, I always knew when you were visiting me at night. I could feel you massaging lotion into my hands, or dripping antibiotics into my ear, or whispering stories about how you met Jessica. You're not very discreet." Miguel looked up at you, a vulnerable look on his face. "Why?" "I love you." Miguel blurted out a low tone, though his eyes were full of confidence. "I love you too." You replied in a softer tone, your elbows pressed into the firm mattress as your fingers ran through his hair.
Miguel looked like he could cry at the intimacy of the moment, but you beat him to it, one of your own tears dripping right below his eye before leaking down the side of his face. Miguel chuckled, reaching his hands up to hold your face. The two of you spent the morning exchanging kisses and sweet words before you both eventually had to return to HQ, returning to your room to receive a proper scolding from one of the older nurses.
Bro, I cannot put into words how badly I wanted to write miguel giving head. Imma have to save it for a part three where reader is fully recovered 😔 (obvi only if yall want it)
But yea, i hope yall enjoyed this 😆 It's like 3AM rn so I'm going to bed ✌️ feel free to let me know about any typos
“what should we have for breakfast?”
“i don’t know. eggs sound good.”
“and bacon?”
“do we still have any?”
“i’m pretty sure we do. oh! and can we have french toast?”
“only if we don’t have bacon.”
“aww c’mon katsuki! i’ll even make it!”
“you got sick the last time you had the combo. it’s one or the other; bacon or french toast.”
“i only got sick because i ate a little too much!-“
“bacon. or french toast.”
“…bacon.”
the room was still dark as your two boyfriends whispered about what would go better with eggs. for all they knew, you hadn’t woken up yet, and besides trying not laugh at the conversation, you wondered why your boyfriends were up before the sun.
“if there’s no bacon, we’ll have french toast. and i’ll make ‘em, don’t worry about it.”
“thanks katsuki.”
“whatever.”
eijirou was holding you from behind, grazing his fingers along your arms while katsuki was on his back, one hand under his head while the other played with yours that laid on his chest.
“i’ll make the eggs then!”
“you burnt them the last time you tried. i’ll cook, you can clean.”
“fiiineeee.”
“how do you want them then?”
“sunny side up?”
“scrambled.”
all movement touching you ceases.
“and how long exactly have you been awake?”
“i could ask you the same thing.”
you turn to face your red headed boyfriend and give him a kiss.
“good morning baby~”
“good morning~”
you turn back to find the blond already holding himself on his side, leaning down to give you a kiss on the head.
“mornin’ babe.”
“morning!”
“did we wake you?”
“a little. why are you guys up?” you ask with a yawn.
“eijirou woke me up while trying to get some water. we were up around 10 minutes before you.”
“debating on bacon or french toast.”
though it was dark, you could still see katsuki as he rolled his eyes. you and eijirou share a laugh.
“well babe, what do you think? what should go with the eggs?”
you sit up and stretch before turning to look back at your partners.
eijirou, still laying down, trying not to fall asleep, with his messy hair barely covering his eyes that look up at you. those eyes, with a sparkle that’s the powdered sugar to his sweetness.
katsuki, sitting up with arms crossed. a stern face but with anticipating eyes for a response. his saltiness just being a characteristic for how savory he can actually be.
you make up your mind.
“let’s have both.”
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author’s note. another self indulgent fic AHH. megumi with daddy AND abandonment issues?? hottest combo. thank you to @anime-nymph for helping me out with the plot, i really appreciate it sweetheart <3 ALSO T***LR IS A WHORE.
tw. DARK CONTENT, DILF READER, pwp, pseudo incest, age gap (Reader is 42, Megumi is 19), huge size difference, manipulation, daddy kink, feminization, barebacking, manhandling, virginity loss, corruption, face fucking, unprotected sex, cuckolding, forced ‘breeding’, aged up! mai zenin ( wc. 1.6k )
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—Last time you got violated by your master now it’s your turn to violate some bunny boys 🤤🤤
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Length 2.2K
Kwon Eunbi x M reader
You felt unnaturally nervous today; you were going to meet Minju’s mom for the first time. Even though she tried to keep you calm, it had little effect. As Minju is about to open the door, it’s pulled open by her mom Eunbi. You can’t help but stare at her ample bust as she stands there.
“Hi honey, is this your little boyfriend I’ve heard about?” She asks Minju
“Yeah, he is.”
“Well, it’s nice to meet you; my name is Eunbi, but just call me mommy.” Eunbi bows slightly, giving you a good look at her cleavage. Your mouth drops a little at sight before you.
“B-but”
“But nothing, I don’t mind it at all. I want you to call me mommy.” She says as she stands up. You agree to her wishes to cut the conversation short and move inside with Minju.
“Sorry about my mom; she can be a bit… forceful.”
“Don’t worry about it, though calling her mommy will take a while to get used to.” Your conversation is interrupted as you hear Eunbi calling Minju. “Minju! Can your boyfriend help me get the big pan? Your father put it on the high shelf again.” She asks if you’re okay with that, and when you agree, you head to the kitchen. As you peek your head into the kitchen, you see Eunbi on her tippy toes reaching up toward the highest shelf of the overhead cupboard. Eunbi notices you walk into the room and points to the pan she needs. “Can you reach it? As you can see, I’m a bit too short to get it.” Eunbi says as she stays in front of the cupboard; you get behind her, see the pan she’s talking about, and reach toward it. When you do, you have to take a step forward and end up pressed against her ass for a moment. Eunbi lets out a nearly inaudible moan as you grind against her when trying to reach for the pan. When you finally get it, you back away from Eunbi and hand it to her.
“Got it for you; it was back there,” you say with a sense of accomplishment.
“Y-yes, thank you. You can go back to Minju. I’ll have dinner ready soon.” Eunbi says quickly as she fixes her hair. You and Minju spend time together watching TV and talking, waiting to be called for dinner. Soon enough, that call comes, and you head over to eat. You end up sitting across from Eunbi as Minju sits between you two. While you try to enjoy the meal, you can’t help but notice Eunbi staring at you. She looked as if she was spacing out, occasionally licking her lips. Generally speaking, it felt like she was looking at you as if you were prey. Minju tries to get a conversation going between all of you, but it always stalls out as it gets to Eunbi. The entirety of the dinner goes by like this. You’re happy when it’s finally over as you head back to Minju’s room. Eunbi stays down below to clean the dishes.
“Sorry about dinner; I don’t know what’s with mom today. She was acting weird.” Minju tells you.
“Yeah, it was a little awkward… but the food was good.” You say, trying not to focus on what Eunbi was doing. It was time for you to leave as the evening turned to night. You ask Minju if you could use the bathroom before you go, and she tells you where it is.
Minju stands up and gives you a goodbye kiss. “I love you; get home safely, okay?”
“Of course.” You head towards the bathroom, and when you open the door, you’re greeted by the sounds of Eunbi moaning your name. A wall blocks you from seeing each other, but you can hear her moans echo as it bounces off the bathroom walls.
“I’m such a bad mom thinking of Minju’s boyfriend like this. But it’s been so long since I’ve felt the touch of a man; it’s okay if I just touch myself while I think of him, right?” You hear Eunbi say to herself. You feel yourself grow hard, hearing her insinuate she wants you like that. Moments ago, you kissed Minju as she said she loved you, but right now, you couldn’t help but think solely about Eunbi. She was a beautiful woman, the perfect woman. She had those big tits, a tiny waist, toned abs, and a fantastic ass you felt rubbing against you earlier. You close the door before you unbuckle your pants, letting them fall to your ankles as you turn the corner to face her, stroking your cock as you do so. On the other side, Eunbi is naked, sitting on the toilet as she fingers herself. While one hand plays with her pussy, the other pulls on her nipple as she tries to get the most pleasure possible. Eunbi’s mouth goes wide as your eyes meet, but she can’t seem to get a word out. Her eyes fall to your erect cock, before she looks back up. Stepping closer to her, you trace her lips with the head of your cock.
“Mommy, I heard what you said, and I need your help with my cock. Can you help me?” You say, teasing her.
“I can help you with that, baby,” She responds. Eunbi stuck her tongue out a little, following the head of your cock as you continued to trace her lips. You press your cock into her mouth, getting just the head inside for now. Eunbi wraps her lips around your cock; her tongue swirls around your head before taking slow licks over the top. The head of your cock wasn’t enough for her, though Eunbi started bobbing her head. Bringing in your cock easily, Eunbi would get to the base of your shaft and use her tongue to lick at your balls. The sound of her gurgling on your cock, only excited you as you grabbed her silky blonde hair, which was tied into pigtails. They would be the handles you used to facefuck her as you pushed her away before pulling her back in. Using Eunbi’s throat as you please, you saw a face of pure bliss as Eunbi took the opportunity to finger herself again.
“Mommy’s just a little slut for cock, isn’t she? You love having your daughter’s boyfriend use you as a cocksleeve, don’t you?” Eunbi can only moan as you keep facefucking her. Her mouth covered your cock and her face in drool as your rapid thrusts threw back some of her spit. As Eunbi’s moans cause vibrations to hit your cock, you feel like you’re about to cum. Pulling her hair tight, you force her to take all of your cock as you pour your cum down her throat. While this is happening, Eunbi’s body spasms as she goes through her orgasm. As you pull out of Eunbi’s mouth, she grabs your cock and gives it a sloppy kiss.
“Your cock is even better than I imagined. My husband doesn’t even compare to this beast.” She says once she finally catches her breath. Eunbi puts your cock between her big tits and squeezes them around you. “Can my baby keep going? I need more than just a cock in my mouth.” You start bucking your hips into her cleavage as your answer. Eunbi smiles at your silent response. “That’s what I love to see.” Her pillowy tits felt great as your cock thrust through them. Eunbi would take the time to lean down and lick the head as it popped out the top of her cleavage. You throw your head back and feel your balls ready to unleash another wave of cum for Eunbi. As you start spurting out cum during your final thrusts, Eunbi opens her mouth, trying to get whatever cum she can. Most shots fly up and land on her tits, but a few stray shots paint her face. Eunbi uses her finger to get your cum and eat it, sucking her fingers clean. “It’s even better the second time, but I need it to go somewhere else now, baby.” As she says that, Eunbi spreads the lips of her pussy, giving you a clear view of where she wants your cock.
You pull her off of the toilet seat and take her place. “I want Mommy to ride me like the good whore she is.” Eunbi puts a hand on your shoulder as she positions herself above your cock; as she lowers herself onto it, she can’t help but moan the whole time. Her pussy stretches and molds itself into your shape, wrapping itself tightly around you.
“I missed this feeling of having a cock in me. Thank you for giving this whore of a mommy your cock.” Eunbi wastes no time and starts bouncing on your cock; she does these long slow bounces at first, relishing in the feeling. Once she gets over that, she starts moving like a wild animal. Her arms are wrapped behind your neck as she presses her body against yours. You have your hands running along her ass, sometimes giving it a hard slap causing her to let out a yelp each time. Eunbi separates her body from yours as her back arches; taking this opportunity, you pinch her nipples and pull them lightly, drawing out more moans from her. Eunbi starts grinding herself on your cock, her shifting walls sending waves of pleasure crashing over you. “Oh, that’s it; pull my nipples! Make me cum on your cock; pour your cum into my pussy!” Eunbi yells out as she nears her orgasm. She starts bouncing on your cock quicker than ever.
As you both near your climax, you tell her, “Mommy, I’m going to cum”
“So am I. Let’s cum together! Oh fuck I’m cumming!” She yells out as she slams herself down on your cock one last time. Your seed floods into her pussy, as you feel your biggest load yet unleash itself. Your cum slowly starts to leak out of Eunbi while your cocks is still snuggly inside her. As both lean against each other, Eunbi lifts your head and kisses you. You feel her tongue snakes its way into your mouth. As she pulls back, she says, “That was fantastic, baby; I don’t think I can live without your cock. It’s been so long since I’ve been fucked like that.” Eunbi cups your cheek. “I can’t go back to life without your cock; how about you and me keep this a secret from Minju? You can fuck me wherever and whenever you want. There’s no limit; any hole you want, I’ll give it to you. I just need you to fuck me.” You agree with Eunbi; you’ll fuck her secretly while maintaining your relationship with Minju. Eunbi gets off your cock, and you see your cum fall onto the floor as she turns around. Looking at her ass, you grab her waist and pull her back down. “What are you doing?”
“You said whenever, wherever, any hole. I want your asshole right here, right now.” A sly smile makes its way over Eunbi’s face as she grabs your cock, and presses the head against her puckered asshole.
“Do it, baby, fuck my ass. You’ll be the first in there; my husband's tiny dick wouldn’t make me feel anything back there, so I never let him use it.” With your hands on her waist, you pull her onto your cock driving it deep into her ass. The two of you let out loud moans as the sudden pleasure nearly causes you both to cum immediately. You both take a minute to recover before starting properly; each thrust becomes easier as your cock coats her anal walls with your cum and her juices. As you buck your hips to push deeper, you grab one of her tits, squeezing it in your hand. “Does baby love mommy’s tits? You can use them anytime you want; just keep fucking me like this,” Eunbi moans out. “Fuck, my ass feels so good, I may get addicted to this. Anal feels so good,” She says as she cums, her juices squirting onto the floor below. You keep thrusting into her ass, keeping one of your hands on her tits; your free hand goes into Eunbi’s pussy. Curling your fingers inside her, Eunbi starts to moan louder than before, “Oh fuck, baby, you’re so good, you’re so good! Cum inside my ass; please make it yours! My ass is only for you, please, please, please cum inside!” She screams as she feels your cock pulse inside of her ass. You stand and bend her over in one smooth motion; your final thrusts are rough as your cum rushes into her awaiting asshole. Eunbi collapses onto the floor as you pull out of her. You turn her over onto her back and stroke your cock coaxing a few spurts of cum out and onto her face.
“Thank you for helping me, mommy. I’ll make sure to give you all the cock you need.” You pull up your pants and leave Eunbi on the bathroom floor as cum pools around her lower half.
Mommy Has Needs
Mommy Eunbi time. Some slight self-degradation, some cheating at play. I don't know why so many of you were excited about this, but I hope you enjoy it.
Length 2.2K
Kwon Eunbi x M reader
You felt unnaturally nervous today; you were going to meet Minju’s mom for the first time. Even though she tried to keep you calm, it had little effect. As Minju is about to open the door, it’s pulled open by her mom Eunbi. You can’t help but stare at her ample bust as she stands there.
“Hi honey, is this your little boyfriend I’ve heard about?” She asks Minju
“Yeah, he is.”
“Well, it’s nice to meet you; my name is Eunbi, but just call me mommy.” Eunbi bows slightly, giving you a good look at her cleavage. Your mouth drops a little at sight before you.
“B-but”
“But nothing, I don’t mind it at all. I want you to call me mommy.” She says as she stands up. You agree to her wishes to cut the conversation short and move inside with Minju.
“Sorry about my mom; she can be a bit… forceful.”
“Don’t worry about it, though calling her mommy will take a while to get used to.” Your conversation is interrupted as you hear Eunbi calling Minju. “Minju! Can your boyfriend help me get the big pan? Your father put it on the high shelf again.” She asks if you’re okay with that, and when you agree, you head to the kitchen. As you peek your head into the kitchen, you see Eunbi on her tippy toes reaching up toward the highest shelf of the overhead cupboard. Eunbi notices you walk into the room and points to the pan she needs. “Can you reach it? As you can see, I’m a bit too short to get it.” Eunbi says as she stays in front of the cupboard; you get behind her, see the pan she’s talking about, and reach toward it. When you do, you have to take a step forward and end up pressed against her ass for a moment. Eunbi lets out a nearly inaudible moan as you grind against her when trying to reach for the pan. When you finally get it, you back away from Eunbi and hand it to her.
“Got it for you; it was back there,” you say with a sense of accomplishment.
“Y-yes, thank you. You can go back to Minju. I’ll have dinner ready soon.” Eunbi says quickly as she fixes her hair. You and Minju spend time together watching TV and talking, waiting to be called for dinner. Soon enough, that call comes, and you head over to eat. You end up sitting across from Eunbi as Minju sits between you two. While you try to enjoy the meal, you can’t help but notice Eunbi staring at you. She looked as if she was spacing out, occasionally licking her lips. Generally speaking, it felt like she was looking at you as if you were prey. Minju tries to get a conversation going between all of you, but it always stalls out as it gets to Eunbi. The entirety of the dinner goes by like this. You’re happy when it’s finally over as you head back to Minju’s room. Eunbi stays down below to clean the dishes.
“Sorry about dinner; I don’t know what’s with mom today. She was acting weird.” Minju tells you.
“Yeah, it was a little awkward… but the food was good.” You say, trying not to focus on what Eunbi was doing. It was time for you to leave as the evening turned to night. You ask Minju if you could use the bathroom before you go, and she tells you where it is.
Minju stands up and gives you a goodbye kiss. “I love you; get home safely, okay?”
“Of course.” You head towards the bathroom, and when you open the door, you’re greeted by the sounds of Eunbi moaning your name. A wall blocks you from seeing each other, but you can hear her moans echo as it bounces off the bathroom walls.
“I’m such a bad mom thinking of Minju’s boyfriend like this. But it’s been so long since I’ve felt the touch of a man; it’s okay if I just touch myself while I think of him, right?” You hear Eunbi say to herself. You feel yourself grow hard, hearing her insinuate she wants you like that. Moments ago, you kissed Minju as she said she loved you, but right now, you couldn’t help but think solely about Eunbi. She was a beautiful woman, the perfect woman. She had those big tits, a tiny waist, toned abs, and a fantastic ass you felt rubbing against you earlier. You close the door before you unbuckle your pants, letting them fall to your ankles as you turn the corner to face her, stroking your cock as you do so. On the other side, Eunbi is naked, sitting on the toilet as she fingers herself. While one hand plays with her pussy, the other pulls on her nipple as she tries to get the most pleasure possible. Eunbi’s mouth goes wide as your eyes meet, but she can’t seem to get a word out. Her eyes fall to your erect cock, before she looks back up. Stepping closer to her, you trace her lips with the head of your cock.
“Mommy, I heard what you said, and I need your help with my cock. Can you help me?” You say, teasing her.
“I can help you with that, baby,” She responds. Eunbi stuck her tongue out a little, following the head of your cock as you continued to trace her lips. You press your cock into her mouth, getting just the head inside for now. Eunbi wraps her lips around your cock; her tongue swirls around your head before taking slow licks over the top. The head of your cock wasn’t enough for her, though Eunbi started bobbing her head. Bringing in your cock easily, Eunbi would get to the base of your shaft and use her tongue to lick at your balls. The sound of her gurgling on your cock, only excited you as you grabbed her silky blonde hair, which was tied into pigtails. They would be the handles you used to facefuck her as you pushed her away before pulling her back in. Using Eunbi’s throat as you please, you saw a face of pure bliss as Eunbi took the opportunity to finger herself again.
“Mommy’s just a little slut for cock, isn’t she? You love having your daughter’s boyfriend use you as a cocksleeve, don’t you?” Eunbi can only moan as you keep facefucking her. Her mouth covered your cock and her face in drool as your rapid thrusts threw back some of her spit. As Eunbi’s moans cause vibrations to hit your cock, you feel like you’re about to cum. Pulling her hair tight, you force her to take all of your cock as you pour your cum down her throat. While this is happening, Eunbi’s body spasms as she goes through her orgasm. As you pull out of Eunbi’s mouth, she grabs your cock and gives it a sloppy kiss.
“Your cock is even better than I imagined. My husband doesn’t even compare to this beast.” She says once she finally catches her breath. Eunbi puts your cock between her big tits and squeezes them around you. “Can my baby keep going? I need more than just a cock in my mouth.” You start bucking your hips into her cleavage as your answer. Eunbi smiles at your silent response. “That’s what I love to see.” Her pillowy tits felt great as your cock thrust through them. Eunbi would take the time to lean down and lick the head as it popped out the top of her cleavage. You throw your head back and feel your balls ready to unleash another wave of cum for Eunbi. As you start spurting out cum during your final thrusts, Eunbi opens her mouth, trying to get whatever cum she can. Most shots fly up and land on her tits, but a few stray shots paint her face. Eunbi uses her finger to get your cum and eat it, sucking her fingers clean. “It’s even better the second time, but I need it to go somewhere else now, baby.” As she says that, Eunbi spreads the lips of her pussy, giving you a clear view of where she wants your cock.
You pull her off of the toilet seat and take her place. “I want Mommy to ride me like the good whore she is.” Eunbi puts a hand on your shoulder as she positions herself above your cock; as she lowers herself onto it, she can’t help but moan the whole time. Her pussy stretches and molds itself into your shape, wrapping itself tightly around you.
“I missed this feeling of having a cock in me. Thank you for giving this whore of a mommy your cock.” Eunbi wastes no time and starts bouncing on your cock; she does these long slow bounces at first, relishing in the feeling. Once she gets over that, she starts moving like a wild animal. Her arms are wrapped behind your neck as she presses her body against yours. You have your hands running along her ass, sometimes giving it a hard slap causing her to let out a yelp each time. Eunbi separates her body from yours as her back arches; taking this opportunity, you pinch her nipples and pull them lightly, drawing out more moans from her. Eunbi starts grinding herself on your cock, her shifting walls sending waves of pleasure crashing over you. “Oh, that’s it; pull my nipples! Make me cum on your cock; pour your cum into my pussy!” Eunbi yells out as she nears her orgasm. She starts bouncing on your cock quicker than ever.
As you both near your climax, you tell her, “Mommy, I’m going to cum”
“So am I. Let’s cum together! Oh fuck I’m cumming!” She yells out as she slams herself down on your cock one last time. Your seed floods into her pussy, as you feel your biggest load yet unleash itself. Your cum slowly starts to leak out of Eunbi while your cocks is still snuggly inside her. As both lean against each other, Eunbi lifts your head and kisses you. You feel her tongue snakes its way into your mouth. As she pulls back, she says, “That was fantastic, baby; I don’t think I can live without your cock. It’s been so long since I’ve been fucked like that.” Eunbi cups your cheek. “I can’t go back to life without your cock; how about you and me keep this a secret from Minju? You can fuck me wherever and whenever you want. There’s no limit; any hole you want, I’ll give it to you. I just need you to fuck me.” You agree with Eunbi; you’ll fuck her secretly while maintaining your relationship with Minju. Eunbi gets off your cock, and you see your cum fall onto the floor as she turns around. Looking at her ass, you grab her waist and pull her back down. “What are you doing?”
“You said whenever, wherever, any hole. I want your asshole right here, right now.” A sly smile makes its way over Eunbi’s face as she grabs your cock, and presses the head against her puckered asshole.
“Do it, baby, fuck my ass. You’ll be the first in there; my husband's tiny dick wouldn’t make me feel anything back there, so I never let him use it.” With your hands on her waist, you pull her onto your cock driving it deep into her ass. The two of you let out loud moans as the sudden pleasure nearly causes you both to cum immediately. You both take a minute to recover before starting properly; each thrust becomes easier as your cock coats her anal walls with your cum and her juices. As you buck your hips to push deeper, you grab one of her tits, squeezing it in your hand. “Does baby love mommy’s tits? You can use them anytime you want; just keep fucking me like this,” Eunbi moans out. “Fuck, my ass feels so good, I may get addicted to this. Anal feels so good,” She says as she cums, her juices squirting onto the floor below. You keep thrusting into her ass, keeping one of your hands on her tits; your free hand goes into Eunbi’s pussy. Curling your fingers inside her, Eunbi starts to moan louder than before, “Oh fuck, baby, you’re so good, you’re so good! Cum inside my ass; please make it yours! My ass is only for you, please, please, please cum inside!” She screams as she feels your cock pulse inside of her ass. You stand and bend her over in one smooth motion; your final thrusts are rough as your cum rushes into her awaiting asshole. Eunbi collapses onto the floor as you pull out of her. You turn her over onto her back and stroke your cock coaxing a few spurts of cum out and onto her face.
“Thank you for helping me, mommy. I’ll make sure to give you all the cock you need.” You pull up your pants and leave Eunbi on the bathroom floor as cum pools around her lower half.
who loves to be marked? | sub!mha boys
wc: 410+ words | masterlist
dom!gn!reader, suggestive, marking, biting, spanking
haikyuu boys edition
Midoriya
blushes whenever you bite/mark him, whether teasingly or while you two are making out
likes calling hickeys love bites, says it sounds "better"
you think its rather cute
mark him right in the middle of his neck so its high enough that the collar of his uniform cant cover it
definitely gets embarrassed when his friends tease him for them
especially when there's a bunch and its really bruised
it doesn't help that you're all smug about it either
he loves them though, he promises!
his favorite spot to get marked would be his chest so that only he can see them
definitely is shy when begging to be marked
"p-please-"
"please what, baby?"
"m-mark me please.."
but becomes less shameful about it later on when he's being fucked dumb
Bakugo
no matter how much he denies it, you know he loves when you mark him
especially when you bite him, hard
use a canine to bite the lobe of his ear hard enough to draw blood, he'll fucking moan
"f-fuck y-yes, do that again please"
he loves when you're rough with him in general and its the same when you're marking him
mark him everywhere!! he doesn't care
he'll proudly show them off
grip his thighs hard enough when you're holding them down so that it stays red for a while
or or!!
spank his ass so many times to the point he's sobbing and his ass is full on red with your handprint stamped on it for a day or two
he would definitely wear extra short, tight booty shorts around you with half of his ass out so that he can tease you with how red it is
you bit his ass once as a joke but he kept begging you to do it again
what a freak (affectionate)
Kirishima
pull on his hair and leave a dark mark on his throat
go on, I know you wanna
that'll make him whimper so hard, both from the hair pulling and how hard you're marking his neck
"ah! p-pull harder!"
he likes it when you mark his chest too
his hero costume exposes it and you forgot about that one time so all the marks you left on him the previous night were put on display the next day
oh and don't forget to leave bite marks!!
those are his favorite
just bite extra hard so that he lets out a loud moan and so that the mark will stay there for absolute days
ty for reading to the end! ❤ - chaepink
╰┈➤ masterlist | rules
Bull!Bakugou x dairy cow! Reader
Bull!bakugou who refuses to let his favorite cow stay in the stuffy barn all dairy cows are kept in, not trusting the farmhands to properly take care of you. Instead dragging you to the separate shelter used to house the pasture's handful of bulls
Even though each bull is separated by a few wooden planks, (meant to prevent fights) he is still wary of the others, not wanting anyone else getting close to you. He just wants to protect you
Bull!Bakugou who cant get enough of your milk, his favorite meal.
Bull!Bakugou who spends long expenses of time draining your tits, never unlatching. Still continuing to suckle even after he's had his fill and then some
Bull!Bakugou who only groans at you whenever you tell him to be gentle, the harsh suction being too much to handle. But he never listens, not letting up on his rough eagerness to drink everything you have to offer
Bull!Bakugou who starts acting like a calf again once he tastes your milk for the first time. Snubbing his nose at the feed given by the farm, only wanting to feed from you. Besides, you can provide him with more nutrients than any hay ever could
Bull!Bakugou who soon realizes how much water you need to drink to accommodate with milk production. Now keeping a tub of water in his stall to keep you hydrated. It's like your own little water trough
With your new constant access to water has you drinking more than usual, thus bakugou finds out drinking more means more milk
Bull!Bakugou is now constantly having you drink large amounts throughout the day. Doing this to the point that you're so full of milk, there are constant streams of the sweet liquid running from your nipples and down your torso
Bull!Bakugou who can't fall asleep without a tit in his mouth. Relaxed by the feeling of a full stomach
Bull!Bakugou who knows milk contains antibodies, as to why it always helps sick calves
Bull!Bakugou who milks you by hand, collecting the nutrients in an empty jar when your I'll. Feeding it to you, saying it'll make you better and damn well believing it
The farmhands are always left confused when they hook you up to the milking machines, but end up without get as much milk out of you as they should
Meanwhile Bull!Bakugou is watching from a distance. A droplet of milk adorning the corner of his smirking lips
masterlist
Giving The Boys A Teddy Bear
feat. bakugou, kirishima, denki, midoriya, and todoroki
top! dom! amab reader, nsfw
bakugou
bakugou had thrown the teddy across the room saying he didn't need a "stupid bear".
he's too grown for that.
so, how did he end up with his face hiding in the same "stupid bear"?
the teddy muffles his loud "fucks" and "oh god!" as you pound into him from behind.
you mock him.
why is he clinging to the bear now, huh?
"s-shut up!" he whimpers, lifting his head long enough to speak before burying his face in the stuffie again, whining loudly.
you grab his hips and he screams, thighs trembling as he pushes his ass back onto your cock, fingers gripping the teddy tight enough to rip it into pieces.
"t-thank you. there, I said it! no! I won't say what for. ok ok, fine. thank you for the teddy bear. and...and for fucking me."
kirishima
you'd never think that the completely wholesome teddy bear you had gotten your cute boyfriend for a valentine's gift would end up being what he hugs while being fucked hard.
he holds the teddy in his arms, pressing it's soft body against his chest, his head lying on it's stomach.
he cries and drools into the bear, hugging it especially hard when he cums.
it's truly adorable the way he reaches for the stuffie right before you push your cock inside him.
kiri also has a habit of biting the teddy when you're fucking him.
because of his sharp teeth you've had to repair the bear way too many times but you can't exactly just throw the teddy away.
he will cry.
"best valentine's gift ever."
denki
it was nothing less than shocking the first time you fucked denki and the slut grabbed the very same teddy bear that you had got him on a date, and held it tightly as you wrecked his insides.
denki is a total cockslut, completely fucked out, covered in his own cum, drooling, eyes crossed as you continue to pound into him.
he clutches the stuffie and whimpers into it, begging you to keep going, begging you to let him come again.
denki has a habit of sending you dirty videos when you're away from him.
videos of him grinding onto the teddy, mumbling about how good you fuck him.
confiscate the bear when you get home.
it's fun to watch denki suck your cock with big, pleading eyes.
"c-can I have mr. teddy back now? please?"
midoriya
midoriya immediately added the teddy bear to his large stash of stuffies.
"thank you!" he had said with a shy smile.
but the same night, he's bouncing on your cock, stuffie clutched to his chest, his knuckles turning white with how tight he's gripping the bear.
"so good~" he mumbles, whining loudly when the sensitive tip of his dick rubs against the teddy bear.
midoriya wouldn't say that he's always holding the bear when you're fucking him, but somehow, he always is.
he loves lying on his side, hugging the teddy tightly as you grip his hips, pulling him onto your cock over and over.
he loves when you fuck him from behind while he lies on his stomach.
the stuffie is placed under his chest and he wails when his perky nipples rub on the bear again and again.
todoroki
todoroki is so shy with his legs on your shoulders.
he hugs the teddy bear tightly, crying about how good it feels.
you wish you could show him off.
you wish people could see how he bounces in your lap, clutching the stuffie in his hands, head leaning back on your shoulder.
you praise him for how deep he's taking your cock, and when you mention the large bulge showing through his lean stomach, he sobs into his teddy.
everytime you two want to fuck, you can't pass up an opportunity to tease him.
do you need to grab your teddy first?
and the truth is that he is always holding it.
bent over the kitchen counter, legs spread as you fill his cunt over and over, his fingers still grip that damn bear.
and he's never letting it go.
Omega!Bakugou headcanons
Anon: Pssssss imma need some more omega Bakugou like now no it make him jealous too because why not
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Anon: hi! could you do some omega!bakugou x male alpha!reader? nsfw and sfw pls <3
nesting too pls!! idk why but I love the idea of nesting sjdjsnd, pregnant bakugou fluff would be lovely too <3
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Anon: Hi I was wonder if you could do omega Bakugou sfw and nsfw please 🥺
(Hey, everyone!! Bakugou is very popular in my inbox! Okay, let’s write some omega!Bakugou headcanons <3 I have another request for pregnant!Bakugou, so I’ll add that part of the middle request to another post 😊 Also, I only write for a gender neutral reader. I hope you all enjoy~)
Warnings: N-sfw under a cut, suggestive behaviour multiple times not under the cut.
Nesting:
Bakugou is not an omega who is big on nesting. He does nest and he’s very proud of his nest, but he doesn’t feel the urge to nest super often.
He doesn’t keep a permanent, all year-round nest, he’s kind of a clean freak so having to constantly clean all the blankets in his nest would drive his nuts.
He does nest during his heat and late term pregnancy, and also after periods of extreme stress, but not often outside of these times.
But if he knows his alpha likes his nests, he might build them for his alpha when they’re stressed, although he’ll claim he just felt like making it and it shouldn’t go to waste.
It’s not a very convincing lie.
His nest is not in a very popular style, mainly because Bakugou overheats so easily.
It’s a simple double mattress on a very low frame, with a couple of pillows and sheet like blankets that he normally uses as a base rather than a covering.
He has a black and red colour scheme that he thinks is the coolest thing ever, and he definitely has an All Might pillow hidden somewhere at the back that he threatens his alpha to keep a secret, it’s very cute.
He likes his nest to be in an easily defendable position, whether that be inside a large cupboard or wardrobe, or a small room with one door and a small window.
Bakugou also keeps a mini fridge by his nest, as a lot of omegas do, to store water and food, but what he has that a lot of omegas don’t, is a mini freezer too.
He keeps ice packs and ice lollies in there to help when he’s in heat because his temperature tends to get way too high.
Bakugou doesn’t like being vulnerable, so his nest is a sensitive topic for him.
It takes him quite a while to let his alpha into his nest, but he’s quicker to let them chill outside of it, holding his hand and keeping him company. He would probably let them outside his nest after courting for a year and knowing them for at least two years. When he lets them inside depends on a lot of factors, including how well they deal with him from the outside of his nest. It could be anywhere from three months to another year.
Pups:
Bakugou has always wanted some pups, but in a removed and distant kind of way. After all, becoming the No. 1 hero was far more important than any of that ‘family’ nonsense.
He only really considers pups when he’s in a very committed relationship and at a comfortable place in his career. He’s not prepared to take time off at a vulnerable career moment, after all.
Bakugou wants two children, because, while he would never admit it, he always wished he had a sibling when he was a kid, so he wants to give that to his children.
But he’s very conflicted about it.
Firstly, two pregnancy leaves would be a huge blow to his career. Prime hero years and prime ‘having children years’ are the same years, so in a way, he has to decide how to balance these two priorities. He isn’t sure he wants to risk his career with that much leave so close together (heroes can’t be in the field while pregnant at all, so it would be a huge sacrifice.)
Secondly, he’s nervous about how useless he would likely feel while pregnant. He’s a workaholic and being confined to his house and losing control over his quirk would drive him nuts.
So, he doesn’t really know what to do. He doesn’t share any of his concerns with his alpha, but he does take their wishes into account too. If his alpha really wants two children, Bakugou does keep that in mind. But he’s not a push over. If he decides that two maternity leaves are too many, then it’s too many. It’s his body and he won’t let anyone tell him otherwise.
So, with all this in mind, Bakugou is fucking thrilled when he finds out he’s having twins.
Two pups for the price of one pregnancy leave?? Sign him the hell up!
Bakugou has twin boys, both alphas, and Bakugou just cannot believe his luck that all his problems just fixed themselves.
“But I don’t want to go!” came a defiant voice from the back seat of the car. Both you and Bakugou sighed, not keen on restarting the disagreement that had plagued the household for the entire morning. It had taken twice as long as normal this morning to get the twins dressed and in the car because of this very argument.
You could see Bakugou about to open his mouth to tell him that they had to, but you held up a hand to stop him.
“Why don’t you want to go, sweetheart?” you cooed at your oldest son.
“I don’t want you and daddy to leave…” whimpered your youngest son, answering in his brother’s stead.
Bakugou winced and reached a hand into the back and squeezed each of his son’s hands in turn.
“I know.” He said simply. You could feel his guilt, even though you both knew it was the best for all of you that the twins get used to nursery so that both you and Bakugou could go back to focusing on your careers. They would be fine, you tried to convince yourself. Millions of kids do this every year and it works out fine.
The nursery came into view, and you refocused your attention onto finding a parking space in the little car park on the side of the building. You could hear your sons shifting anxiously in the back and it pulled at your heart strings. You pulled into an empty space and turned off the engine. You and Bakugou shared a single look before moving to get your children out of the car with practiced ease.
“No,” your eldest son shouted. “I’m not going to go. I’m staying here!”
You had tried to take him out of the car seat, but he had refused to cooperate. You didn’t want to pull him out in case you hurt him. Bakugou came to stand behind you, your youngest son clutching his neck desperately.
“Let me talk to him,” he spoke softly, handing the younger twin over into your arms.
“Hey,” Bakugou said softly, leaning down to peer inside the car where his eldest son stubbornly sat with his arms crossed. “It’s okay to be scared to go to nursery, you know.”
Your oldest son visibly flinched and avoided looking at Bakugou in the eyes.
“I’m not scared, daddy. I just don’t want to.”
“Uh huh,” Bakugou said, eyebrow raised.
“I’m not!” Your son exploded. When he realised that he’d just shouted at his father, the colour drained from his face and his bottom lip started to quiver. Bakugou wordlessly held out his arms and his eldest son accepted the embrace just in time to burst into heavy tears on Bakugou’s shoulder.
“It’s alright,” Bakugou hushed. “I’m not angry at you.”
In your arms, your youngest son was watching his brother cry and letting out little whimpers into your neck. You rubbed his back soothingly and whispered that everything was going to okay.
Out of the corner of your eye, you realised another parent was staring judgementally at your family. Bakugou clearly also noticed because he bared his teeth as a warning and the parent quickly moved on. You scoffed at the idiot who thought it was a good idea to antagonise an omega who was looking after a distraught pup, let alone when said omega was a top ten hero.
“W-What if they don’t l-like me?” your eldest whimpered out.
“Here,” Bakugou wiped some of the tears away with his thumb. “How about this, you tell me if anyone is mean to you and I’ll sort it out, how does that sound?”
“But…” your son hesitated. “But what will you do?”
Bakugou grinned.
“I’ll make their parents regret doing such a shitty job at parenting.”
You gasped, halfway between scandalised and amused.
“Katsuki!” you reprimanded and smacked his lightly on the shoulder.
It did seem to cheer up your sons, though, who were now giggling at your antics.
“Daddy said a bad word,” your youngest twin giggled to you.
“He did,” you pressed your lips together. “And it was very naughty of him.”
Bakugou rolled his eyes and instead placed the pup in his arms on the floor, taking him by the hand. You did the same and slowly, you both made your way toward the school gate. The mood dropped, but neither of your children tried to resist.
You could see a teacher standing at the gate to escort the new students and you made your way over.
“Remember,” Bakugou said before you reached the gate, stopping you all for a moment. “We’ll be back in this many hours,” he held up three fingers. “Can you guys tell me how many this is?”
“One… two… three…” they both said together.
“That’s right! See? You guys are going to be the smartest ones in there,” Bakugou boasted, ruffling their hair.
“Careful,” you teased. “They’ll turn into you.”
“Are you saying I’m always the smartest person in the room?” Bakugou grinned back.
“No, I’m saying you always think you’re the smartest person in the room.”
“Oi!” he growled, knocking his shoulder with yours. The pups giggled again, seeming to be in higher spirits. You escorted them to the gate at the front of the playground and let the teacher introduce herself.
And with one final goodbye, your pups were off into the nursery and out of sight.
You and Bakugou walked to the car in silence, digesting what had happened and processing that your little ones were now old enough for nursery. You both slipped back into the car and began the drive home.
It was weird to think that your children were neither with you, nor at home waiting for you, but that kind of existential deep dive could wait until later.
Bakugou’s hand settled just a little bit too high on your thigh. For the moment, it was time to appreciate the novelty of an empty house.
Jealously:
I don’t think anyone would be very surprised to find out that Bakugou can get quite jealous on occasion.
In the early days of your relationship, he’s very nervous that his alpha is going to find a ‘better’ omega, an omega who is more traditional, and leave him for them. It takes a lot of bravery for him to leave himself vulnerable to being abandoned, and occasionally the insecurities seep through.
He hates the whiny, simpering omegas that plaster themselves onto the nearest alpha, and it makes him furious to see anyone doing that to you.
He has no subtlety, no brooding angst, he just threatens the other omega(s) away to their face, and then drags you somewhere private to cover you in his scent.
Later in the relationship, things change. He’s extremely confident that his alpha is his. Why would they ever leave him? He’s the best fucking omega ever!
Instead, he gets jealous if he isn’t getting enough attention because you’re spending too much time with someone else.
He doesn’t do this in a possessive way, it’s just that he doesn’t get a whole lot of free time and when his alpha spends that free time with someone else? Another omega? He’s pissed.
He gets surly and passive aggressive about it, and it’s extremely obvious.
The best way to fix it is to just give him lots of attention, he won’t behave like this is you have to leave for something important (he understands duty like the best of them), so it’s very easy to address.
Bakugou idly stirred a pot of miso soup as the radio in the kitchen blasted out whatever awful top 40 song it had picked this morning. He had only put it on to fill the silence really, which was the only thing this awful excuse for music was good for in his opinion.
He was making breakfast for the two of you as a kind of mini celebration. He had two days off in a row, the first time in a couple of months because of his crazy work schedule and he wanted to make sure he spent every moment that he could with his alpha. And so, here he was, getting up early to prepare breakfast for your both.
There was a lull in noise as the radio switched between songs, and in the few moments of silence, Bakugou could hear shuffling coming from the bathroom. He grinned. Perfect timing.
He put down the last plate and waited for you to come out, you should be here any second now.
Fiddling with your shirt one last time you swung open your bedroom door, bag on your shoulder, finally ready to leave. You were interrupted momentarily by a delicious scent in the air. Bakugou must be cooking, so you followed the smell to the kitchen and walked in to say goodbye to him, vaguely sad that you were going to be missing his food, but he was probably only making himself something to bring to work, anyway.
And then you saw the elaborate breakfast spread your heart stopped. Had you forgotten an anniversary? Bakugou looked just as shocked to see you dressed up and ready to leave. However, his shock soon melts into frustration.
“Why are you all dressed up?” he growled, the excitement that had been on his face when you walked in now gone. “You said you weren’t working today.”
“I’m not,” you said quietly, confused as to why he was so upset. “Izuku messaged me while I was getting dressed and invited me for brunch, I was just going to meet him.”
Bakugou’s face screwed up at your words. He went to open his mouth but then stopped. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes. He was doing the breathing exercises that his therapist taught him for when he was angry. What had you done to make him this upset?
The relaxing exercises clearly weren’t working for him because he stood up from the table and stalked out of the room suddenly, shutting himself in your bedroom. You winced as the door slammed shut behind him.
Oh dear… you had made your mate so upset that he had shut himself away in your bedroom. Your stomach twisted itself into a knot. It was time for some damage control (and a quick check of the calendar to makes sure you hadn’t actually forgotten an anniversary or something.)
You shot a quick text to Midoriya, apologising for cancelling and letting him know that something had come up. He sent back a ‘don’t worry!’ message and about six smiling emojis. Well, at least he wasn’t also mad at you.
Fishing out a tray from the cupboard above the sink, you stacked it up with as much food from the table as you could, thankful that it appeared to still be warm, and carried it to your bedroom door.
“Katsuki?” you called out, knocking on the door with your foot. “I’m coming in, is that okay?”
There was silence. Well, silence was better than swearing, so you carefully slid open the door and moved towards the brooding lump on the bed.
“The fuck do you want?” he growled. “I thought you were going out to eat with Deku?”
You froze at his vicious tone. Was he jealous? Well, that was a lot easier to solve than forgetting an anniversary, at least. With a smile, you slid the tray onto the bedside table and climbed on the bed behind you mate, letting out a reassuring scent. You wrapped your arms around him, ignoring how he tensed in your embrace, and whispered into his ear.
“Why would I spend time with Midoriya when I could be spending time with you, hmm?” you whispered, purposefully blowing hot air onto his neck. You revelled in his full body shiver. “The only reason I accepted plans with Midoriya was because I thought you were going to work.” You pressed as close to him as you could and placed a single kiss right behind his ear. Bakugou melted at the affection.
“Come on now,” you continued, a coy smile on your face. “Let’s not let this delicious breakfast go to waste.”
You reached over and scooped a little bit of rice onto your fingers before holding it up to his lips. Bakugou opened his mouth with only a small grumble in complaint, and you made sure to push your fingers a little deeper inside than perhaps absolutely necessary.
“I promise I’ll make this morning’s misunderstanding up to you.”
Miscellaneous:
Bakugou’s scent is fairly sweet but still quite smoky.
When he’s upset/stressed, his scent is like burnt sugar, and when he’s very happy/excited, he smells like almost like a marshmallow roasting on a bonfire.
It’s a very pleasant scent but it does tend to divide people. Some love it, and others hate it. Bakugou doesn’t care what anyone else thinks about his scent (except his alpha, but shh, that’s a secret!)
In his family, his father is an omega and his mother is an alpha and while they are happy together, Bakugou always promised himself that he would never end up in a relationship like that. He didn’t want some alpha bossing him around like his mother bossed around his father.
Bakugou finds meek alphas (and people) annoying, but he doesn’t like super aggressive alphas either. He’s attracted to people who exist in the middle of those extremes.
Bakugou knew he was an omega from birth, and it was something he was very insecure about for a long time. It was a big part of why he turned out the way he did as a child, he was making up for something that he viewed as a weakness by being as aggressive as possible.
His mother wasn’t great at making him feel secure in his secondary gender, assuming he would like certain things and pushing him in certain directions simply because he was an omega.
His father said that he was there if Bakugou had any questions, but he let Bakugou reach out to him instead of reaching out to Bakugou, and Bakugou was too proud to make the first move.
Bakugou ends up deciding that being an omega wasn’t going to stop him becoming the No. 1 hero. He decided that he could overcome being an omega.
It wasn’t until he was an adult that he actually started to accept being an omega was a part of him that he didn’t need to overcome, but that he could instead embrace and that it didn’t make him weak to do so.
When he does become a mainstream hero, he makes sure to always tell the omega children that he meets that they can do whatever they want and still be an omega.
N-sfw under the cut
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Omega!Denki - Back of the neck
(This is a birthday gift!!! For the wonderful, amazing, ridiculously talented @omeganronpa!!!! Because birthdays! and celebrations! and yay!!! I hope you enjoy it 🧡💛💚💙💜🤎🖤💖💗💓💞💕💟💝💘)
Summary: Denki knew he was smitten with this alpha from class 3B… but did they seriously put him into subspace just by putting their hand at the back of his neck??? Fuck, he had it bad.
Warnings: This is non-sexual subspace. Denki does take his shirt off at one point but alpha reader averts their eyes because they are a Respectful Alpha™ thank you very much 😤 Mineta is also a jealous bitch in this.
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𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐑'𝐒 💌: happy fathers day! even though the part before the cut is more focused on the mother-son relationship, the cut after is all about bakugo and his son. I hope you enjoy it!
𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒. attempted sexual assault, the reader is implied as a female (mother), big fluff
𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒. domestic!bakugo x domestic!reader, domestic!bakugo with son (platonic), domestic!reader with son (platonic), domestic!reader with daughter (platonic).
Bakugo's son is nothing like him at first. He never clung to his mama's leg, pleading with big, glossy puppy dog eyes just to be picked up as Kinnosuke did with you. He was also very sensitive, concluding that he wasn't the baby no longer ever since his newborn sister was brought into the world. He had to share his toys and your attention and thought that you didn't love him anymore.
But now at age 16-17, he's almost like bakugo's replica. He even inherited bakugo's bitch-resting face, I mean, all the bakugo pupils did; Kinnosuke just doesn't act up around you, still looking at you for guidance with a soft gaze and never swears around your presence. He tries to stay away from things he knows that'll disappoint you, but occasionally be the adolescent teen with the blood of a bakugo coursing through him, tempting him to erect trouble.
However, there was this one incident that occurred on the bus. He didn't understand why you both took the bus even when you had a car, but he didn't complain. Mothers knows best, he supposes. A man from behind you attempted to pinch your butt and nearly on instinct, he gripped onto the man's wrist and glared at him with bakugo's infamous death stare, making the enemy nearly evaporate from the heat of his scowl.
In all this, you don't recognize an assault was planned on you, just grabbing your son's hand and dragging him out of the bus. He just returns to a normal soft gaze when he looks at his mother.
It wasn't like he despised his father, he still loved him even when he's older, he just preferred you.
But he won't forget that time where they were taking a nice father-son stroll around the neighborhood on a warm day. He had his little stubby five-year-old hand engulfed by bakugo's much rougher and older ones. He walked in the inside of the sidewalk while bakugo walked to the side nearer to the street, always protective on instinct when it came to his family.
They came across a house with a large chained fence and a metal sign hung on the said fence. It was titled, "BEWARE DOG", But with his limited vocabulary, he didn't understand what it meant at the time and paid no attention to it.
That was when a Cane Corso dog shot up on the porch it was resting on and raced to meet the duo by the fence with its canine teeth exposed, barking very loudly and not in the familiar way a golden retriever would greet him.
Kinnosuke unleashes a tiny exclamation and jerks his hand out of bakugo's which he also lets out a minor gasp, then runs to his side, wrapping his dwarf arms around his leg.
The dog still fires his needless rage on the pair as bakugo lifts the frightened child from his leg and brings him to his chest without a word. He knows the dog won't do anything because it's behind a strong barrier and in whatever situation it gets ahead of the said strong barrier, he'll just hold his son high and blast it beyond space. Besides, the dog is just protecting its own family from any intruders. Kinnosuke is still a little skeptical of dogs to this day.
As they returned home, bakugo reminded Kinnosuke who was still in his arms.
"Big things are scary, but the only thing to make it stop being scary is to be bigger than itself and make it seem smaller."
It was that quote that led him to be the future's top pro-hero.
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Cotton’s favorite farmer is Todoroki because they have their “birthmarks” on the same side! She generally follows him around while he works and Todoroki just let’s her do her thing since she (usually) doesn’t get in his way.
She head butts whoever she likes.
Endearing but painful.
Okay but actual Bull Bakugou
He'd be a Spanish fighting Bull, beeg and beefy boi, squishy looking like Ferdinand uwu
Strong Megachonk. He is scary as he is big chungus.
(featuring a scheming cow)
Tall wife hug is very much beloved by many
Darling Marq is that new selfship art in the pfp I see? What IIIIIISSS IT I see it’s Kiri 🥺🥺🥺 I love the theme KISS I hope today was kind to you
VIXIEEEEEEE yeee is new Kiribakumarq art from the beautiful wonderful @miggiisdumb
I legit cannot stop staring at it. It makes me so fucking happyyyyyy
A THOUSAND KISSES FOR YOU AND I HOPE YOU HAVE A GREAT DAY AS WELL! 💖
Could you imagine like
The one time Cotton is actually scared though? Like there's always that one time one gets ya.
But now the real rage? From Bakugou like, simp cry is one thing
Pure actual terror is another.
Not me projecting my want to be rescued on this.
Y'all minds are so good
Oh nooes!! And Cotton is brave too so it must be really bad if she’s that scared!
tw: mentions of blood and harassment
It’s just the usual trespassers coming into the farm and causing trouble. Cotton kicked one of the guys right on the middle of his back, nose upturned and hands on her hips as she lowered her hove. “Get outta my farm, losers.” She tells’em.
But then she’s suddenly pushed on the ground and there’s blood on her arm, and she takes a moment to realize that the man pulled a knife on her.
“Fucking dumb cow. Know your place before you end up in a chop house.”
The nasty man circle her and she feels small, the sting setting in, the fear gripping at all her nerves. Tears weld and blur on her eyes and her voice refuses to go above a whimper as they close in.
Cotton only manages to wail when the pain on her arm got worse from one of them yanking her up.
In a blink of an eye, the same guy is send flying across the field and he’s buddies are backing away from the enormous bull, nostrils flared with unhinged rage and red eyes burning lividly.
“I’ll tear you fuckers apart!” He yells the loudest he’s ever been and charges once more, too blinded by anger to hear the farmers telling him to back down.
Bull Kirishima is the only one strong enough to grapple Bakugou from killing the trespassers, telling his pal to calm down and that the chase wasn’t worth it.
Cotton’s crying is what snaps him back to reality, quickly trotting back to where some of the farmers crouched by her, cleaning and wrapping the wound. Everyone has to scramble away from Bakugou because he kicked and angled his horns, extremely territorial and dangerous even to the people that tend him.
He’s carefully bringing the small heifer back up on her hooves, hands cupping her tear stained cheeks. Bakugou’s angry all over again, heart thumping at the horror of something bad ever happening to her. Cotton picks up on his anger and finally finds her words in her state of shock
“I-it’s not a deep cut.” Cotton sniffles. “They s- scared me more than hurt…”
Her lip wobbles again at what would happen if she didn’t yell out when she did. Bakugou practically crushes her in a tight hug to his chest, buried his face in her hair to mumble “it’s okay. You’re okay now. I won’t let anyone hurt you, I’m right here,” as many times needed to stop her from shivering.
No one could take her out of Bakugou’s arms if they didn’t want to be impelled and Cotton was clinging to him as well, genuinely shaken up that the farmers thought it was best to not force her away in case she started crying again, letting Bakugou take her to his stable without any complaints.
He’s on high alert all night while she sleeps in his hold and any farmer was threateningly huffed at when they stop by to check on Cotton
Teasing Bakugou, your husband of almost ten years, with a harmless prank by asking him "What do you think about sleeping in separate rooms?"
And he turns to you, giving you the WORST grimace he has and says immediately "Shut the fuck up." As he always does when you say something off the wall he knows you don't mean.
"No babe I'm serious they say we'll sleep better-"
"We'll sleep better? We'll fuckin sleep better? Are they us now?" He's rolling his eyes and back to his tasks, "Nah one room."
"Okay what about separate beds then?"
"What? Get the fuck outta here."
"Yea, like bunk beds or something." He freezes, shirtless and in his grey sweatpants, pausing his task of the dishes, even turning off the water so he can hear your answer to his question better.
"Yer telling me ya want fuckin bunk beds in our room? How are we gonna fuck baby? Ya gonna hang off the side of the top bunk and I eat it? Dumb ass."
You of course stick to the bit.
"But then we'd have our space to go if we argue."
"Are we arguing?"
"No-"
"Then we ain't changing shit. End of discussion." He then turns on the water and mumbles to himself "Fuck outta my face, bunk beds, separate bedrooms and shit."
Reckon it makes his blood pressure high enough he has to add one more thing.
"And another thing little miss cries on the phone when I can't come home from my monthly night hero shift cause it's hard to sleep without me. How the fuck would ya manage two nights without me when we've been sleeping together for a full fuckin decade."
"Deku body pillow." He blows up the plate in his hand, turns off the water and launches himself over the counter peninsula to pin you to the soft couch where he can tickle you and smack your ass until you admit defeat, "Okay okay! A Dynamight body pillow!"
He let's up, scarred chest all puffed out before he huffs
"Yer god damn right." His strong fingers squeezing your cheeks and puckering your lips, "Sides yer not sleeping in any bed but ours. Got it, princess?"
Hi I just read your male reader bridgerton, it was absolutely brilliant. Could I request maybes a male reader around daphnes age who is going to marry someone. Also, the family being overprotective because of what happened to colin In addition, they don't want the reader to leave the nest. Sorry for the long request your writing is amazing.
My Brothers Are Idiotic
Warnings- None
Pronouns- He/Him
Word Count- 736
Summary- Your brothers try to help you choose the right person to marry but end up just making it ten times more difficult.
A knock fills the silence in my room “Honey are you done trying on your new clothes from the seamstress.”
“Yes Mother, I think they fit well... but they feel too fancy,” I respond.
“I am sure it is not too fancy! Let me in so I can see!” Mother says sounding way too excited for my liking.
I open the door and she smiles brightly and circles around me inspecting my clothes. She tugs the fabric to test the seams and honestly feels like I am being circled like prey. Mother backs away from me and clasps her hands together seeming satisfied.
“You look dashing... but you do not have to participate this season. I mean look at you! You are still my baby and the seasons get so intense. I don’t want you to go through it this young.” Mom says squishing my face.
I brush her hands off my face and groan “Will you stop treating me like a child I am older than Daphne and she is already married.”
“You remember what happened to Colin...” Mother says pausing
“Yeah, and I am sure he would love to hear that,” I groan.
Mother sighs “ Let’s just go to the ball. We don’t want you to be late to the first ball of the season.”
The carriage ride there was extremely awkward! Mother was anxiously twiddling her hands, Anthony was tapping his foot with his gaze burning me, Benedict was whispering stuff to Anthony which concerned me deeply, and Colin just had a sympathetic gaze. The carriage pulled to a stop at the door and no one moved.
“Is anyone going to move... or am I going to have to climb over you guys to get out?” I ask confused why no one was moving.
“Brother you have never been able to best me in a fight. I don’t think you could manage to crawl over me.” Benedict says trying to procrastinate us going into the ball.
“Fine so be it,” I say as I climb over him kneeing him in the groin.
Benedict groans as I exit the carriage with a smile on my face. I enter the ball and it is extravagant as always. However, this year it makes me much more nervous; I think it’s because it’s my first season. I head over to get something to drink to hopefully help my nerves. A nervous girl approaches me also grabbing a drink.
“um hello is this your first season as well?” She stutters out.
“Do I look that nervous,” I chuckle.
“Yes you do but I am that nervous as well so I am just glad to not be alone,” she smiles.
That is when unfortunately my idiotic brothers interrupted. Benedict walks about behind me and smushes my cheeks.
“Are you admiring our baby brother's cute baby face,” Benedict says with a cocky grin on his face.
My eyes immediately widen and I feel my face turning red. I look to Anthony for any sort of help but of course, it was wrong to assume he was on my side.
Anthony looks to the poor girl “You’re not pregnant are you?”
She gasps at the accusation and calls my brother and I rakes storming off.
“What is wrong with you all?” I gasp out.
Colin puts his arms up in defense “I said nothing.”
I roll my eyes “Yeah but you sure stopped these two. I honestly can’t believe you guys do you not want me to be happy?”
They frown at me and apologize Anthony explains how they only want to protect me and how they still see me as the little boy who would spend hours picking flowers for Mother.
I smile at the memory glad that they remember me so fondly.
“I love you guys but you have to let me grow up at some point,” I smile. “However, if you ever embarrass me like that again I will get my revenge with help from Eloise.”
They shudder at the thought of me and Eloise teaming up and promise to stay out of my way.
“If you ever need courting tips come to me and I’ll be there for you,” Anthony assures.
“Yeah like I’d take tips from any of you that girl is right about one thing you all are rakes.”
They all fake offense and smile, leaving me alone for the rest of the night.
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Leon Kennedy x Top!Male!Reader [Smut]
Warning; somnophilia, blowjob, riding, size kink, overstimulation.
Masterlist.
Resident Evil 4
Leon doesn't need to open his eyes to know it's still the middle of the night, he had been trying to fall asleep hours ago, but he was still restlessly turning around on the bed, a heavy arm wrapped loosely around his waist and a hot breath against the back of his neck. He couldn't take it anymore. He gives up.
He turns on his back and opens his eyes with his jaw clenched, he's tired, he's stressed, and very, very horny right now. And laying next to him, peacefully sleeping without a clue of his current state, was (M/n), his boyfriend. Leon looks at him, his lips slightly parted open, feeling his breathing against his face now, the light of the moon shines a bit through the blinds and he's able to see his torso as it rose with every steady breath, the sheets dropped over his hips, he was laying on his side and Leon lifted a hand to press against (M/n)'s shoulder, and just like that, he was now laying on his back too, still asleep.
Leon knew his boyfriend was quite the heavy sleeper, and this is something they previously discussed so... It was okay, right?
Because Leon could not control himself any longer.
The slightest move made his dick rub against the fabric of his short shorts, feeling it twitching and how he was leaking pre-cum already, making him feel so wet. He whined quietly as he rubbed his thighs together, reaching his hand up to his mouth and wrapping his lips around his fingers, licking them and sucking on them as he let out muffled moans.
His mind wandered to the memories of (M/n)'s fingers playing with his tongue, looming over him and observing him with adoration while Leon could only whimper and blink away the tears gathering in his blue eyes. Leon just loved whenever his boyfriend played with his body however he liked, it allowed him to let loose for once.
He pressed his thighs together as he took his fingers out of his mouth, a string of saliva connecting them to his lips, and with his free hand he moves the fabric of his shorts aside, pressing his fingertips against his twitching entrance, slowly pushing them in, not caring about the stinging pain he felt when he did so. He wanted more than just his fingers, and he wanted it now.
Not even a minute had passed when Leon got too impatient and pulled his fingers out with a grunt, shifting around the bed until he was on his knees, looking down at (M/n) who was still unaware of what was happening next to him.
Leon's eyes trailed down to his hips, removing the sheets and rubbing (M/n)'s dick over his shorts and underwear. He felt it growing under his hand, but it wasn't stimulating enough, so he pulled (M/n)'s bottom half clothes down until his hardening cock was freed. Leon swallowed as he wrapped his hand around it, his mouth salivating as he couldn't help but want to put it in his mouth and choke on (M/n)'s cock.
Taking a shaky breath in, Leon leaned down and slowly licked the tip, earning a soft sound from (M/n) yet he didn't wake up. He continued licking for a short while, until he felt brave enough to wrap his lips around the tip, swirling his tongue around it, using his hand to jerk off what he couldn't fit.
He used to be scared to give (M/n) a blowjob due to his size, but right now? He didn't give a fuck, he wanted (M/n)'s dick deep down his throat, making him gag and choke, he wanted to cry as he struggled to take every inch in.
Slowly, he started leaning down further, his eyes rolling back as he felt (M/n)'s dick reach his throat, releasing a groan as he grinded on the bed, needing some kind of friction on his oozing cock.
Leon heard a groan coming from (M/n), and he looked up, blinking his tears away as he observed the male frowning as his breathing picked up in pace.
"Leon..." He muttered while shifting his hips upwards, pushing his cock further down Leon's throat, causing him to gag, his hands gripping the bedsheets tightly as his thighs trembled.
He pulled away taking rapid breaths as he coughed as quietly as he could. Whining, Leon waited a few seconds until his thighs weren't shaking so much, feeling his cum dripping down the inner sides of them as he moved to straddle (M/n)'s hips, holding his throbbing cock in his hand and moving the fabric of his shorts slightly to the side.
Leon held his breath when he feels the tip pushing past his rim of muscles, biting his lips before swallowing hard and lowering his weight fully on (M/n). His mouth opens as he releases a choked moan, placing his hands on (M/n)'s abdomen to steady himself, remaining still as he gets used to the stretching inside him.
Whimpering in pain, Leon raises his hips and lowers them at an even, slow pace, and soon enough, the pain mixes with pleasure in his foggy mind, he can only think about cumming over and over again, having (M/n)'s thick cock filling him up, wetting his insides with his hot cum, marking him as his, only for him to use as he pleases.
His crying became louder as he desperately bounced, pulling on (M/n)'s tank top, whining, and mumbling to himself.
"More... m-more, fuck... please~," he closed his eyes tightly, leaning down until his chest pressed against (M/n)'s, "I n-need more, (M/n)... please, fuck me..."
Having woken up a few minutes ago, (M/n) opened his eyes and glanced down at Leon who was nuzzling against his chest, crying quietly while he continued moving his hips back and forth. Moving his hands, he gripped Leon's waist, making him flinch as he looked up in surprise.
"Sorry I kept you waiting, darling," before Leon could say anything in response, he felt his body being lifted slightly and brought down with force, his whole body tensed and trembled as his eyes opened wide, rolling into the back of his head as he released a loud, high-pitched moan of his boyfriend's name. "Hm~ you like that, don't you?"
Leon was just able to whine and nod frantically as he felt every inch of (M/n)'s throbbing cock deep inside him, his body going limp as he was being manhandled with ease as if he was a mere ragdoll, treated like nothing else but a fleshlight. And he loved every second of it.
Tears fell down his flushed face, and (M/n) wished there was more light in the room to be able to see every expression showing on his pretty face, how his light freckles became just a bit more noticeable than usual. Gritting his teeth, he sat on the bed, maintaining his tight grip on Leon's waist as he handled his shaking body.
"Damn, darling... It's gonna be a long day today," he held Leon still, making him gasp at the pressure he felt on his prostate, "I'm gonna fuck you full of my cum, and you're gonna take every drop of it."
Leon whimpered, wrapping his weak arms around (M/n)'s neck, "Yes~! I will ta-take it all... Keep m-moving, please..."
Chuckling quietly, (M/n) reached a hand up and held Leon's face, staring into his bright, glossy, and lust-filled eyes.
"You look so fucking adorable like this, puppy..." Leon showed (M/n) a small smile, he was in a daze, and (M/n) loved that, especially because he dropped the tough guy look to become an obedient little puppy.
Leon leaned closer and placed a sloppy, messy kiss on (M/n)'s lips, whining when he felt (M/n) pulling away to tease him.
"Don't do that~" he muttered tightening the hold of his arms around (M/n)'s shoulder, his fingers messing up his hair even more, "Let me kiss you," now he was pouting and there was nothing (M/n) could do other than let him.
"Alright, okay, didn't mean to tease you like that," he responded with a wide smile, causing Leon to smile too as they leaned in to kiss, "Hold on tight, baby," (M/n) said as he lowered his hands to hold Leon's his instead, and the blond did as told, "I love you."
Being caught off guard, Leon giggled and kissed the tip of (M/n)'s nose, "I love you too~."
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(The ending is so cheesy what the heck 💀)
(Wanna write about Jake next but I have no ideas lol)
The Wolves and the Doe
Viking KiriBaku x FemReader
Hey yall! I'm still on my haitus but I TOTALLY forgot to post this on here. I posted it on AO3 but not here. It has been sitting in my drafts for who knows how long. Sorry about that. Either who. Here you go. I love this peice.
Since you were a little girl you had loved the son of a Jarl and the son of a great warrior, but life took you away from them. When they come back to you, it's almost as you first met. A chase. A hunt. The wolves and the doe.
Note: Mentions of Norse gods, periods and the demons that they are, mentions of blood, Predator vs prey mentality, mentions of Kiribaku obviously. Some NSFW close to the end. No smut. Sadly.
Growing up as the king’s youngest daughter you were always pampered and spoiled. You were daddy’s little girl. His favourite girl. Yet that also meant you could get away with a lot of things. Tripping in the procession? That’s fine. The poor little one tripped on a stone. Interrupting your father to tell him that you think some random lady looks pretty? Look at you being a kind little princess. Sneaking off to go play with a Jarl's son and his friend?
That was new.
You never liked playing with the other girls of the court. They were all so stuffy and if not pampering you and trying to suck up to you. As much as you didn’t mind the attention, it wasn’t what you wanted nor what tickled your fancy.
It was one time, when you were not older than six, you had wandered away from your family that sat posed in the great hall. You had magically found your way outside where a group of friends were playing around. They were wrestling and fighting one another. Out of the group your eyes couldn’t leave two of them. You hid behind a wooden pole to watch them.
The tallest of the boys was a blond. He had spiky blond hair that made him look a bit like a porcupine to you. He had red maroon eyes and a boisterous laugh and smile. He seemed to be confident and hold an aura of control and pride to him. Another kid that seemed to be rather close to him, slightly smaller, was a boy with black hair that came into is face. He had wide ruby eyes, like a jewel or crisp apple. He had a scar over his right eye and seemed to be the strongest out of all of them.
They played around with two other boys and a girl. One boy had black hair and the other had yellow hair with a black mark in it. He must have been a relative to a seer. You heard of them with their mystical powers and connection to the gods. The only girl had fluffy pink hair and seemed just as rowdy as the boys.
You watched all of them enviously.
“Come on, Eijiro. You can hit him harder than that!” The ash blond shouted at the kid with the black hair and scar.
The boy put his hands together and looked down. “Sorry Katsuki, but I don’t want to hurt Denki.”
“Yah, Kacchan!” The yellow haired small boy shouted, standing behind the other boy with black hair and had a straight tooth smile. “I don't want to get hit. Look at me, I’m tiny.” He hid more of his body as he glared.
He’s false bravado made you giggle, causing attention to yourself.
“Oi!” The ash blond child, Kacchan you guessed, stomped over to you. “Who are you! Why are you spying on us!” He shouted at you.
You weren’t used to people shouting at you other than your older siblings. You didn’t tolerate it from others. Not liking it at all, you frowned. “I am princess Y/N! My daddy is the king and I can do whatever I want.”
Bakugou glared at you. He didn’t like how high you placed yourself. How higher you placed yourself above him. He pointed a finger at you. “You little brat!” Before he could do something he regretted, Kirishima quickly wrapped his arms around him.
He held the angry blond in his arms as he offered you a smile. It was odd watching them, being the same age, and yet Kirishima was restraining him pretty well. “Sorry about him, your highness.” He said, offering you a kind smile. Broad, sharp teeth and kind. You couldn’t help but soften at the look of him.
“Well…” You looked away. “It’s fine for now. But the next time he does it, I’m telling daddy.”
“You’re a princess?” Mina asked as she approached you bouncing on her heels in excitement. “That’s so cool. You look like the King so it must be true.” She said as she looked between you and her friends.
“Yah, she should call her precious daddy!” Bakugou mocked as he tilted his head side to side. “You wouldn’t be able to handle me by yourself, princess. You’re weak.”
“No, I’m not!” You stomped your foot and glared back at him.
Sero quickly moved to stand next to Bakugou. “Uh, Katsuki.” he said with a nervous smile. “Maybe you should calm down.” He offered.
Bakugou kept his eyes on you. “Never!” He stuck his tongue out at you childishly. “Weak little brat!” He teased you. “Can’t do anything without daddy’s help. Poor little princes-”
A slap went through the area. You stood with an angry face as you looked down at him. Clutching his plush cheek was Bakugou. His face was set into one of pure surprise. He didn’t expect you to hit him, let alone the slap to sting. The other children were silent, not fully believing that it actually happened.
“Keep quiet you… you… you dog!” You shouted at him angry.
Denki retreated back as he grew nervous at how quiet Bakugou was being. “Oh no. I don’t think you should have done that, princess.”
Bakugou’s fists balled up as he faced you again. His eyes white with rage as he seethed in anger. “You’re gonna regret that princess.”
That’s when you did the smartest thing you did all day.
You ran.
You ran, not in fear but giggling for the most part. The angry blond throwing retorts and angry growls at you as you ran through the streets. People watched and wondered why you were running away from a string of other children all following one another. Bakugou was behind you trying to catch you. Kirishima was behind Bakugou trying to calm him down. Mina was behind Kirishima wanting to see what would happen next. Sero was following Mina for the same reason. Denki followed because he didn’t want to be left alone for the most part.
You ran straight into the main hall, giggling and squealing trying to get away from Bakugou. Kirishima and Bakugou both followed you into the main hall but Mina, Sero and Denki all stopped. In the main hall was where all the leaders were meeting. Your giggling, Bakugou’s shouting and Kirishima’s apologise were what disturbed the meeting.
You quickly ran over to your father and hid by his side. “Daddy save me!”
“Come here and fight me, princess!” Bakugou shouted in front of all the adults. Including his mother and his Jarl, Kirishima’s father, Takeo Kirishima. The two adults stood horrified as their two sons stood in front of the royal family.
Kirishima quickly stood in front of his best friend and stopped him from approaching you any further. He forced the blond down on his knees alongside him. They were both on one knee in front of you and your family. “I’m deeply sorry for the disturbance your majesty. We were just playing outside when things got out of hand.” He apologised profusely. He knew how much his father took pride in these meetings so he knew what was best was to apologise.
“SHE SLAPPED ME!” Bakugou shouted looking back up at you with a glare. Kirishima tugged on his friend’s ear harshly. “OW!”
“Forgive us.” Kirishima stated his head still down in respect.
All the adults were very amused at the whole situation. Especially your parents. Your mother laughed but looked down at the two young boys fondly. “What are your names?”
“Eijiro Kirishima, your majesty.” Kirishima answered immediately. “Son of the great Jarl Takeo Kirishima. And this-” He kept Bakugou’s head down with a firm grip that was clearly not relanting despite the blond's struggles. “Is Katsuki Bakugou, son of Mitsuki Bakugou.” He answered for his grumbling friend.
Your father turned to look up at the two embarrassed parents. Mitsuki was seething at her son for interrupting the meeting and showing little respect to royalty. Takeo, however, was rather impressed with his son’s level-headedness in this situation. Your father turned to look at you, who had crawled into his lap. You sat with your arms folded and a huff. “Daughter.”
You turned to your father innocently. “Yes, daddy?” You asked.
“Did you slap Katsuki?” He asked you.
You hesitated. You pouted. “He was being mean to me, daddy.” You pointed down at the two boys.
The king turned to Bakugou who had calmed down a bit more. “Katsuki.”
“Huh?” Bakugou asked as he looked up. He was roughly nudged in the ribs by Kirishima making him wince. “I mean… Yes, m’lord.” He corrected himself with a mumble. That made the other Jarls laugh. Mitsuki dragged her hands down her face as she tried not to burn with anger at her child’s show of no manners.
“Were you bested by my daughter?”
Bakugou huffed. “No, she ran away and I-”
“If a doe runs away from the wolves does that not mean that the doe has won?” Your father asked as he raised an eyebrow down at the blond child.
Bakugou opened his mouth to answer but nothing came out. He crossed his arms and looked away. “Tsk.” He scowled. “One day I’ll be a strong warrior and no stupid doe will out best me!” He loudly proclaimed. “Especially you princess!”
Your mother laughed at the child's ambition. “I don’t doubt that, if you are anything like your mother.” She turned to Kirishima. “Little Eijiro. What do you think of the blond's proclamation? You are to be a future Jarl if all goes right.”
Kirishima was only silent for a moment. “He’s the best boy in my village, your majesty.” He said making Bakugou’s cheeks burn a slight pink but he still frowned. He nodded his head in agreement. “He’s fast, skilled and has great ambition. I don’t doubt what he says. I want him to be my second in command, like my father has Aunt Mitsuki as his.”
Your mother nodded her head as she looked up to Takeo. “Your son has a great eye, Takeo. If Thor will have it, he just might make a strong leader one day, especially if he can deal with a Bakugou.”
After the meeting had finished, with no more disturbances, both Jarl Takeo and Mitsuki both apologised to your family. No one minded. Bakugou, however, was now determined to try and beat you at something, dragging Kirishima along with him. There were many visits from the Bakugous and Kirishimas since that day. Whenever they were in your village with their parents you always spent time with them. Whether it was watching them fight, or running through the surrounding woods with them in a game of tag. Where you were, they were. The three of you, even though you only saw each other every few months or so, you were all close. Everyone could see it. Some even wondered at your young age, who you would choose. The Jarl’s son or the fierce warrior?
You could never choose. Never split them apart. They were great together as is.
Then one day, when you were twelve, you woke up and there was blood everywhere. Everywhere means your sheets. You had screamed loud enough for Valhalla to hear you. You thought you were dying. You felt like it too. Your servants had run into the room you shared with your older sister. But next thing you know, no one was listening to the girl who was practically crying her eyes out. Everyone was celebrating. For what reason you hadn’t known till your mother and sister sat you down.
You weren’t a girl anymore to them.
You had to take your princess studies more seriously now.
Your sister took pity on you, having had experienced what you were going to be put through a two years before. Suddenly she seemed less annoying and more like your only refuge.
So while the village celebrated and you were sulking around, you met Kirishima and Bakugou one last time.
You met them in the woods, your secret place by a river. The two of them stood in front of you who looked like you were anything but happy. Of course you couldn’t be. Not with all you had learnt today. The moon was high in the sky and the river was still. The dark area was peaceful other than the growing tension between the three of you.
“We can’t hang out anymore.” You let out finally and quietly.
Bakugou was the first to react like always. “HUH!” He shouted rather loudly. “Why not?” He asked as he stepped closer.
Kirishima stopped him and shot him a look to calm down. The blond took a breath and focused back on you. Kirishima had his black hair tied back in a small ponytail, sort of spikey at the end that reminded you of Bakugou’s hair. The boy’s eyebrows furrowed. “Is it because of today?” He asked.
The both of them weren’t entirely sure why today was a big deal. Nor why everyone was acting like it was a god’s birthday but it seemed important enough and that it had to do with you. Takeo had promised to explain to his son and his son’s best friend later when they went back home. It didn’t stop them from enjoying the festivities though. They did enjoy it until they noticed you weren’t.
You nodded your head as you held your elbows. You shrunk your shoulders as you furrowed your eyebrows. You looked off to the side. The cool night air blew making your long dress move with you. “I… I’m not a little girl anymore. I can’t play with you guys. I need to take being a princess and a woman of this village seriously.” You recited what your mother’s handmaiden had told you. “Besides, you guys will have to train to become leaders and warriors. You won’t have time for me for the next few years.”
The boys winced as they knew you were telling the truth. They would have to go to the trials and earn their place among men. Earn their place as warriors and protectors. They wouldn't be able to see you for the next few years. They would be plundering, training, earning their arm rings. They would have to be away from you.
They didn’t like the sound of that. Not one bit. The three of you all knew that the day would come where childish games and fun times would come to an end.
Bakugou folded his arms over his bear chest. “How can we get your attention then?” He asked. That caught both you and Kirishima's attention. “If you can’t give us it then how can we get it?” He asked again.
You shrugged. “I don’t know. My mom said I would have to focus on my future partner.”
“Then that’s what we’ll do.” He proclaimed. He had already made up his mind. The blond placed his hands on his hips and nodded. “WE’RE GONNA MARRY YOU!” He pointed to you.
“W-what!” You asked confused. “Both of you?” You asked shocked. “My father won’t allow it.”
“Yes, he will.” Bakugou said shamelessly and certain. Kirishima however was blushing red and went stiff. Bakugou threw his arm around Kirishima next to him. “I will become the best warrior this kingdom has ever seen and Eijiro will become the next Jarl of our village! Right, Eijiro?”
Kirishima nodded his head, not entirely sure what exactly he was putting himself up for but he did know, if it concerned you and Bakugou, he would do anything. “Y-yes. As a Jarl, I’ll make sure we’ll marry you.”
Your eyebrows furrowed. You clearly weren’t convinced. Bakugou turned to Kirishima. “Oi, Eijiro. What’s that thing that people do before they get married?”
Kiri looked at Bakugou confused. “Kiss?”
Bakugou’s face scrunched up as he stuck his tongue out. “Gross. No.” He pushed the other boy. That made Kirishima blush bashfully and you giggled. “The other thing.”
“Propose?” Kirishima suggested again.
“Yah but we did that.” Bakugou stated.
“We did?” Kirishima asked, confused.
Bakugou opened his mouth to speak but then realised Kirishima was right. He dropped down to one knee. His face went pink but he looked determined. His red eyes looking between the two of you. “I promise to Odin and any other fuckin’ gods I need to, that I’ll marry the both of you.” He nodded his head. He pointed to his chest. “And I’ll be the best fuckin’ husband you’ll ever have.”
You and Kirishima shared a look. Before you could comment, Kirishima did the same thing. He went on one knee before the two of you. “I promise to Odin and Freya that I’ll marry the both of you and be the most manliest and reliable husband to… to the both of you.” He stared at the blond briefly, making Bakugou turn his head trying to hide his red face. Kirishima looked back up at you. “I promise.”
Watching them do it, you couldn’t just stand and not say anything. You pulled your dress to the side and went down on one knee. Your knee pressed against the cold damp soil. “I promise to Odin and Freya that I’ll marry the both of you and be the best wife you could ever need. Don’t think about trying to find another woman because she won’t be better than me.” You stated proudly.
And that was the last time you saw them for years. You grew, you changed physically and mentally but what stayed the same was where your heart belonged to. You were older, wiser and for one thing less spoilt. You did everything to be the best person you could be. You helped around the community, you supported your warriors and even learned a bit from them.
Your eldest brother had passed leaving your eldest sister as the next heir to the throne. That in itself scared you. Not because you didn’t support your sister. You did, but that also meant that she couldn’t be carted off. That she wasn’t to be used as a bargaining chip anymore. You were the next royal in line. You were terrified obviously. You didn’t want to marry some fat old man of a neighbouring village or kingdom. If anything you would have rather died single.
Your life was like that. Waking up each morning to fear.
But for one day, that disappeared. Your father was holding a great feast for a series of successful raids that had been occurring. The guests of honours were said to be ones you hadn’t seen in years.
You hadn’t been that excited or nervous for something in months. You dressed in your best outfit, applied face paint to your eyes, face and shoulders and made sure you looked more presantable than you were in months.
“You know you might just attract every other person other than them right?” Your sister teased from her place upon her bed.
You pulled on a fur around your shoulders. “Lets pray that doesn't happen.” You stated unbothered.
Your sister raised an eyebrow. She stood up. “I heard they were lovers.” She stated.
You stiffened for a moment. You heard stories about them. The beast of a redhead that tore through enemies like they were paper. The blond demon warrior that slaughtered and took with a smile on his face. An unstoppable duo whose affections towards each other, though not shunned nor hated on, were very apparent. You were glad they still were close and if the rumours were true, loved each other. If they couldn’t have you at least they had each other.
Your sister walked up behind you and placed her hands on your shoulders. “Sister, let them go. You can’t keep on holding on to silly childhood promises.” She told you as she bent down to look at you through the mirror. You looked down at your lap. “I am sure I can find you a lovely young jarl you could spend your time with. Plus what if you don’t find them attractive anymore?”
You looked up at her. “Well, I would need to get my eyes checked.” You stood up with her.
The two of you went into the main hall. You both stood next to your father and mother and younger brother. You watched as Jarl after Jarl and warrior after warrior came into the great hall but you hadn’t seen them yet. You kept your head high. Even if you were mistaken, even if they weren’t coming, you wouldn’t be disheartened. It only meant you would probably take your sister up on what she had offered.
Lastly, from the darkness outside were two men, built like oaxen. You were stunned for the most part. The sea of people in the great hall parted for them, feeling the power and radiancy they carried with them. It was suffocating from even where you stood.
Finally making it in front, standing next to each other were the two men you had longed to see for years.
On the left was an ash blond with a white direwolf fur over his shoulders with a red cape. His hair was longer now. Half his head was braided in tight blonde braids and the rest was kept in his unruly blond locks. He was lean with a small waist that had even you envious. His large chest seemed soft to you and held few scars to them but clearly hard earned. His maroon piercing eyes, covered in black tribal paint looked at you instantly. They held no shame in looking at you or your figure, a smirk of pride and cockiness went to his face at your attention.
Your eyes then went to the giant next to him that you could hardly believe was the same boy you knew years ago. He had a growth spurt making him wider and bigger than the blond. He truly lived up to the reputation that the Kirishima’s held of being beasts among men. His broad and exposed chest was covered in markings and a few scars. He had long locks of red hair that fell down his back. You had heard rumours that his hair turns red permanently from the blood of his victims. His crisp apple eyes found you as well. An unreadable emotion behind his eyes.
The two of them bent down on one knee before your family, their heads down. The tight arm rings around their right arms showing their vows to their fellow man here. “Your majesties.” They both said.
Your father smiled with a laugh. “The demon warrior, Katsuki Bakugou and the Beast among men, Jarl Eijiro Kirishima. Stand men, stand. This whole night is in honour of you after all.” The duo stood back up straight, heads held high. “Your winnings and efforts have paid off my good and faithful warriors. Tonight we shall feast in your honour!”
With that the hall erupted into joyous cheers. Music played and food was served as everyone sat drinking and eating to their hearts content. Loud boisterous laughter and cheers rang through the warm air as there was celebration to their achievements. You sat dutifully next to your sister as she got lucky enough to sit next to Bakugou. Your father sat between the two men.
“Maybe you weren’t so wrong about dressing up.” Your sister whispered into your ear, making you both giggle.
You nudged her. “You never did like to listen to me.” You teased. Before you could continue you heard your father say something.
“I would like to reward the both of you with an opportunity as well with your riches… If you so wish...” He stated to the two of them. You peered over trying to hear what else he would say when your sister cut in.
“Whoever gets their hands on them would be a lucky person.” She stated as she picked up her cup of beer.
You nodded. “Yes, they would. If only the heavens would be so kind.” You motioned to her.
“Mother said that father might just reward one of them with the opportunity as King.”
You choked on your wine. “What?”
She nodded her head. “For my hand, they would be crowned King.” Your ears started to ring at her words.
“For… your… your hand?” You asked shakily.
She smiled. “Yep. Of course you could have the other one if you so wished.”
You absentmindedly nodded your head not entirely feeling all up to the party. Your first chance in years to see them, talk to them, be with them and it was taken from you. You stood up. “Excuse me, I’ve got to go out and check on our brother. He must be so bored.” You smiled and quickly made your way away from the main table. Red eyes watched you as you left.
You quickly made your way out of the hall into the cool night air. You dropped your shoulders and went into the direction of the woods. Your head down as you tried regaining your barings. She must have known your fathers plans all along. Which was probably why she told you to forget about them. You couldn’t have both. That’s selfish.
Or was it?
You didn’t mind being selfish.
You found yourself at the river, your meeting spot when you were kids. The night seemed identical to it was the last time you saw them. Bright big moon in the sky with the heavens twinkling and winking at you. The river was calm near you and the wind was only just strong enough to move the cape you wore.
This was a place where you could feel safe. Almost as if they were standing right next to you.
You heard a snap of a twig that made you immediately look back. Your heart raced in fear as you looked behind you. Your eyes dashed around the area looking for what the sound was. You moved backward in fear. Your back bumped into what you thought was a tree.
“No hello, princess ?” You turned around immediately and your eyes widened in shock. You knew who it was from the way he said your title. Standing in front of you, arms crossed over his chest was Bakugou. The moonlight lit his blond hair in a sort of luminescent glow as he stared down at you with red eyes that seemed to stare into your soul.
“ Katsuki .” You whispered his name like it was something you never thought you would say again.
You took a step backwards and your back hit something again. “Years away from you and you haven’t even given us some of your attention. Do you not know how much we missed you, princess?” You turned around and you saw him. Kirishima. His tall stance is almost menacing in the dark, even with the moonlight falling on him. Eyes dark like a predator in the night as he looked down at you.
You gulped. “ Eijiro .” You whispered.
This was nothing like it was when you were younger. For one thing, this wasn’t the same Kirishima you knew when you were younger. He used to be so timid, keeping himself closed within himself most of the time. He was doubtful. This man in front of you seemed to radiate confidence and strength. A real Jarl.
“That’s not true, Eij.” Bakugou stated. “You should have seen the way she was staring at my chest. Perverted little princess.” Bakugou snarked with a grin on his face.
Kirishima laughed. “I don’t blame her Katsuki, but you’re right. She was staring at my arms like they were meat on a silver platter.” He too snarked.
The two of them started circling you. For a moment you wondered what was going on. Why were they saying such things? Why were they circling you? Why did your legs feel weak and your abdomen felt tied in knots?
Then it hit you.
They were playing a game with you. A game they loved to play after the first day they met you. Wolves and doe. Wolves circle their target, their prey- the doe- and the doe has to get away from them. You were always a doe. They were always wolves. Back when you were younger it seemed easier since you were always a bit taller than them and could get away faster and probably climb a tree away from them. Now? Now you felt more like your fate was already sealed to the butchers than you having a chance.
But the thrill. The thrill you yearned with them overtook your judgement. The hunter and the prey.
The wolves and the doe.
They saw the recognition in your eyes and their grins grew. You bit your bottom lip as you looked between the two of them. Kirishima’s eyes raked over your body with desire. Hands clenching and unclenching at his sides. “Look at her, Katsuki. Doesn’t she look just delicious?'' He asked as he licked over the edges of his sharp teeth, his clear want for you making your heart beat out of your chest.
Bakugou chuckled. “Indeed. Looks like a pretty doe for the fuckin taking.” Once he was behind you, his fingers dragged across the nape of your neck making you shiver. “I wonder how she tastes.” He growled close to your ear.
That’s when you ran. You pushed your legs as hard as you could away from them, away from the village and deeper into the woods. You heard their loud and amused laughter from behind you, but you couldn’t hear them following you. Your heart was beating out of your chest and you almost felt it hard to breathe.
You kept running, swerving between trees trying to put as much distance between them and you as possible. A glimmer of hope flickered within you. Maybe you could win.
Then you heard it. Loud laughter. “Was she always this fucking slow, Eijiro?” To your left, running just a few trees away from you was Bakugou. He’s lean body moving agily between the trees and over fallen logs. He was keeping up with you as if it was child’s play.
“Nah!” To your right was Kirishima. Even with his huge size, he seemed to navigate the trees better than you ever could and you lived in the area. “I don’t think she’s even trying to get away.”
Suddenly just like that, they were gone. You couldn’t see them in the darkness of the woods or the light of the moon. You slowed down and looked around wondering where they had both disappeared to. Your eyebrows furrowed in worry.
“Katsuki? Eijiro?” You let out scared.
Two arms wrapped around you. You let out a small scream as you were being held by the waist. You heard Bakugou’s rare laughter. Loud and obstreperous laughter. “ Katsuki! Eijiro! Where did you go? ” He mocked you, making you laugh. He held you up making you giggle and laugh louder. His big strong arms always made you feel safe despite the game you all just participated in.
Suddenly you were both pushed back by a huge force. You landed on Katsuki’s chest, with your back against him. Caging the both of you between the ground and his large frame was Kirishima with a grin on his face. The three of you all laughed at the situation, you between the two men. It reminded you of the good days when you used to let them win and you would end up in a similar position with all three of you on the floor laughing.
You calmed down as you looked up at the redhead. You admired his handsome features. A satisfied smirk on his face at getting to you. He leaned closer down to you. “Got you, doe.” He said condescendingly. Your heart was beating loudly with how close he was to you.
“Yah… you got me.” You affirmed, your eyes strayed to his lips. Bakugou pushed you forward, making you kiss the redhead.
Kirishima placed his knee between you and the blond’s spread legs, applying pressure to you both. Both you and Bakugou groaned. You leaned deeper into the kiss as he easily won for dominance. His kiss had a burst of passion and need for you. It was as if he was sucking the energy out of you, leaving you breathless.
The moment his lips left yours, and air could return to your lungs, Bakugou had tilted your head back towards him and had taken your lips for himself. He kissed you deeply too. His touch was explosive and filled to the brim with desire. His grasp on your hips tightened as he held you. You hummed as you arched your back slightly, pressing harder against him, making him grunt.
Your eyes were closed even after separating from him. “Gods, I missed the both of you.” You whispered.
“And we missed you.” Kirishima placed his hand on your cheek.
“I… I had thought the two of you had…” You couldn’t let it out. Your own insecurities suffocating you.
Bakugou raised an eyebrow. “What? You thought we would just live on without you?” He asked. “Yah fuck no.” He shook his head. “Your ours, doe. We promised you, didn’t we?”
“I know. I know.” You looked away from the both of them. “My father wants one of you to marry my sister, doesn’t he?” You asked.
Kirishima let out a heavy breath. With that he got off the two of you, and pulled Bakugou up, automatically sitting you in his lap in the process. “He does.” He answered your question, making you shrink back more.
Bakugou had his hands down on the ground to steady himself as you leaned against him. “I wouldn’t blame you guys.” You stated. “One of you would be king and the other a Jarl. It would be the dream for you guys. I would support the two of you, even with my sister as your Queen.”
Bakugou scoffed. “We couldn’t give two shits about her.” Bakugou growled in anger as he looked off to the side. “But… we do care about you.” He told you, his voice softer than normal. With one of his hands he took yours securely. His calloused warm hands gave you comfort.
Kirishima placed a large hand on your cheek. He offered you a soft smile. The smile that would comfort you in your dreams. “We would deny Valhalla to be with you.” He told you honestly. You closed your eyes as emotions bursted into your heart at the declaration. “I would rather let Thor strike me down with his hammer, lightning in tow, than to love another that isn’t you and Katsuki.”
You smiled and placed your smaller hand over Kirishima's. You nodded your head. That reminded you of something. You chuckled and a small smirk went to your lips. You turned back to look up at Bakugou. “I heard you two were lovers? Is it true?”
Bakugou chuckled. His hold on your hand tightened slightly. He bent down closer to your ear. “It’s whatever you make of it.” He told you with a smirk of his own. That made a desire to know exactly what he was meaning burst from you. “What I do have to say though, is that you have never seen a cock like the one between his legs that’s for sure.” Bakugou shot you a wink as your cheeks warmed instantly at his vulgar words. Kirishima shot him a glare which Bakugou chose to ignore. “You should see him when he is straight off the battlefield, princess. When he’s covered in blood, veins bulging and looking like a fucking god. I’m tellin’ you, nothing sexier.”
“Can you shut up, Katsuki?” Kirishima asked annoyed.
Bakugou stuck his tongue out childishly making you laugh. “Make m-”
He was quickly shut up with a kiss from Kirishima. It was forceful but held the same passion and love as always. Kirishima’s hand snaked up to your thigh and gripped it roughly making you release a held in breath. Something about what the blond was saying, made you know he wasn’t lying about anything. Kirishima playfully bit on the blond’s lower lip. The blond held a smirk of his own at Kirishima’s actions. Kirishima moved back and shook his head with a deep chuckle. “You are such a brat.”
Bakugou rolled his eyes. “You sound like my mother.”
“Well, your mother isn’t wrong, Katsuki.” You told him, making Kirishima laugh. Bakugou playfully growled at you next to your ear. He bit lightly on the top of your ear making you laugh. “We should head back before people get even more suspicious than they no doubt are already.” You let out with a sigh.
“Or we can just kidnap you.” Before you could respond, you were suddenly off the ground. You squealed as you were thrown over Kirishima’s shoulders. “Make you our chieftess and live the rest of our lives with you by our side and warming our bed. Right Katsuki?” Kirishima held you by your thighs as he stood up onto his feet not bothered by your weight at all. He turned to look at the blond who had gotten up beside him.
Bakugou placed his hands behind his head. “Couldn’t have said it better myself, Red.”
“You guys can’t just kidnap me.” You defended yourself. “What about-” You let out a gasp as a slap went to your ass. You arched your back in surprise at the stinging feeling.
“Oi! Stop spewing shit and just say yes. You already said you would be the best wife ever, so do that.” Bakugou reprimanded you.
Your face felt hot. You looked away. “But-”
Kirishima now slapped your thigh making you tense again, pushing them closer together. “Don’t worry princess.”
“Just focus on Eijiro’s ass and life will be a much better place.” Bakugou bent back to look at you. That’s when you noticed at the perfect view you got of said ass.
Holding you with one arm, Kirishima slapped Bakugou on the behind making him yelp. “The two of you are going to be the death of me.”
“What an honourable way to die.” You and Bakugou stated together.
-Glitch1d
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Warnings: smut, dilf bakugo, milf reader, afab reader, black coded! reader, mutual pining, baby mentioned, breast feeding mentioned, unprotected sex, creampie, lactation kink, pet name usage (ex. baby, mama, papa), excuse any mistakes, MDNI!
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Babydaddy!Bakugo who's stopping by to pick up his son Katsumi from your place. He scans the vicinity, still as quiet as usual but he does notice someone’s finally moved into the townhouse adjacent to yours.
He’s not sure if it’s a man or woman, and he’s not comfortable with it, especially since it’s just you and ‘Sumi here. He made a note to get someone at the agency to check them out.
He’s standing there for about a minute until you’re opening up the door with the baby attached to your tit in a tight fitting sun dress, just begging him to run his hands all over you. He’s undressing you with his eyes, not that the dress leaves anything to imagine anyway.
“Come on so you don’t let any flies in. He was fussing real bad so l'm feeding him, I'll be done in a second."
He just nods, it's all he can do as he stares, mesmerized. He doesn’t mind anyway, he isn’t in any kind of rush.
It never gets old—seeing you be a mommy. Seeing you care for the beautiful being the two of you created. Makes him fall in love with you all over again. It’s also a bonus being able to call you a milf.
He hands you a vanilla parfait from the cafe he gets his coffee from, remembers you used to love them before ‘Sumi, hopes you still do.
“Thank you.”
You didn’t have much of an appetite, taste testing your different dishes in the midst of preparing Sunday dinner has you a little full so you opt for picking the fruit off your parfait.
“No problem, you’re running a dairy farm over here, gotta keep ya fed.” “Are you calling me a cow?”
“I’m not wrong.”
Your kid has one breast occupied, the other is stuffed in the electric pump. You’re not sure if you’ve gotten used to being ‘milked’ as Katsuki usually calls it, but it certainly feels better than letting the milk swell inside.
It’s safe to say you got this parenting thing down fairly quickly, or at least it seemed like you did. Time moved fast, your baby nearing six months already. He doesn't see much of you anymore, just those days when it's time for him to get the little brat or drop him back off.
He's not sure how things got the way they were—seems like just yesterday you were about to be his wife and now, things were just complicated. The two of you were high school sweethearts, first everything’s, now well into your late twenties with a baby. There was no infidelity involved in the split, just a matter of you two not seeing eye to eye, butting heads far too often for comfort. He admits it’s his fault, but he truly meant no harm, just wanted to protect his family.
But, he still loves the hell out of you. Hopes you still love him too. And even if you don't, he'll still love you. You gave him his child, after all.
That little boy is his pride and joy. He's the cutest thing he's ever laid eyes on, a chunky little nugget with rolls everywhere and now he has a double chin. Obviously didn’t miss any meals.
Katsumi's the perfect mix of the two of you. His complexion has settled as the months passed by, darkening to a deep golden tan, a head full of thick curly hair and of course his daddy's angry red eyes and ever present scowl. He looks like a mean little shit just like his daddy did at his age, except he's literally the sweetest baby, always ready to show those two little teeth in a big smile.
He can't believe he helped create something so precious and most of all he can't believe he created him with you.
“You haven't been sleeping much lately, I can tell."
Time apart didn’t change much, you still knew him like the back of your hand and vice
Babydaddy!Bakugo finds himself seated in one of your bar stools, looking around at your home.
It looks like you’re almost done decorating, and you actually did get that dumb couch you’d been raving about. He takes in the shades of green and cream, the earthy tones accented in, the plants, fluorescent lighting, it’s all so you.
He loves it. Wishes he lived in it with you. Fuck he missed you so bad.
"Schedule change. I work a week on-week off now." Truth is, he hasn’t had a good rest since you left, on top of his new crazy ass schedule he’d be lucky if he got three consecutive hours of sleep a night. And some nights when he had ‘Sumi, he had to forgo sleep completely.
“Damn, that’s a lot. It’s not too much for you? What if you’re too tired for ‘Sumi, he’s rolling over and shit now so you really gotta watch him.”
“Yeah yeah, I’ve been a baby y/n, I know what babies do.”
“Don’t piss me off, that’s not even the same thing.” You take a jab at the side of his head with your finger. “I’m just saying, he’s real active now, I catch him trying to do backflips off the bed at least ten times a day.”
You feel his sucking on your breast slowing, signs that he’s done with his feeding.
“I hear ya, y/n. I‘m not gonna let him crack his skull open on my watch.”
“Good, best daddy ever.” You roll your eyes playfully but you mean your words wholeheartedly. Regardless of the situation between you two, Katsuki was so helpful and supportive now that ‘Sumi was actually here, and he made this co-parenting thing so much easier than you thought it’d be.
Katsumi pulls away from you, easing his head away until your nipple is no longer in his mouth. He hears Katsuki but he can’t see him, tossing his head back and moving it side to side until he finally lays eyes on his daddy.
One of his tiny hands is clinging to the thin strap of your dress while the other makes grabbies at Katsuki.
“You wanna come to Papa?” He asks, the big grin on his face is so precious.
Bakugo washes his hands with cold water, drying them off before he gently grabs him from you, laying him over his shoulder to burp him. He catches the little bit he spit up with the bib, and hands it to you to swap for a clean one.
He sits Katsumi on the counter, pretending to punch him with his own little fists and it sends him into a fit of giggles and screams.
"You got anything going on today?" You’re leaned against the counter, just watching the two of them. It brings a smile to your face, one you quickly drop before he could realize it cause it almost feels wrong to enjoy it.
"Nah, mom wants to see em' so we're gonna head over. That's all though, you?"
“Nothing today, but I’m going clothes shopping for ‘Sumi soon, tomorrow or Tuesday.”
“Yeah? Already?”
You nod your head as you lift the lids on your pots, stirring one more time before turning the burners off.
“Yeah, I didn’t think he’d be growing out of all his stuff so damn soon. I was thinking we could pick out some of the neutral stuff for Denki and Jirou. Donate the rest to the hospital.”
Now that he’s really looking at it, the onesie is a little tighter around his thighs. His baby boy is growing so fast it almost brings tears to his eyes. Soon enough he’ll be crawling, then walking and then college—he couldn’t even fathom the thought of his little nugget going to college!
He disregards his manic thoughts when he hears your voice again. “Maybe we can go together..you can hold the bags like you used to…if you want to, and if you have time, of course.”
“Of course I do, I’ll make time.”
You’re shocked at his enthusiasm because this couldn’t be the same man who’d ‘rather take a slug from Kirishima than get stuck shopping with you.’
But who could blame him, coming home to an empty house for the past couple of months had him going damn near insane. He was craving any kind of contact with you.
Babydaddy!Bakugo who just can't resist your cooking, especially when it meant being in your presence even longer than usual. Now standing at your kitchen island eating the hefty plate you made him, watching you wrap the ones you’re giving him to go for him and his parents. Next you’re tidying up the area and putting the rest of the food up in tupperware bowls.
He's stalking your every move, watching you like a hawk. Like prey. And don't think for one second that he doesn't notice the way your dress gets stuck in between the cheeks of your ass when you bend down to put your clean pots and pans in the cabinet.
He thinks you’re teasing, bets you’re not even wearing panties. Maybe you're innocent, but either way he takes the bait, pressing his crotch against your ass while you’re still bent.
“Katsuki.” You try to keep your voice stern but it doesn’t phase the crimson eyed devil behind you.
“Y/N.” He says your name back just as serious, but you can hear it, the lust oozing from his tongue. It sends chills down your entire being as he rubs up against you, and god you hate being so weak.
Babydaddy!Bakugo who should've only been there to pick up his kid, but instead has you in his lap, palms planted on the round globes of your ass while you’re bouncing on his cock like your life depended on it.
It’s hard to keep a steady pace when he’s lifting you and dropping you back down so hard and fast. You're forced to bite your lip to keep your moans at bay, your son just a few feet away, sleeping in his swing.
“Kid can sleep through an earthquake, lemme hear that pretty voice."
Babydaddy!Bakugo who's still the hot headed idiot he's always been, is only gonna tell you one time. Gives you about a minute or so before he's holding you taut, bucking his hips up into you with the meanest, most devilish grin on his face.
ow you're whining and moaning like an absolute slut.
It makes his dick throb and his balls tighten, pussy clenching around him like a vice.
"Fuck, I miss hearing those sexy sounds."
He's licking and sucking on your nipple, squeezing and kneading until he's tasting that sweet liquid gold coating his taste buds.
"St-stopppp." You're whining and pushing at his head, doing nothing but egging him on. “You're wasting it."
"Nah, Papa's gonna drink it all up." He’s holding you tight, licking at the white beads that dribble from your nipple and fucking up into you so good you start to see spots of white in your vision. He feels the way you go rigid in his arms, the first syllable of his name stuck in your throat, and he knows you’re cumming for him. He doesn’t stop—his strong hips keep bouncing your stiffened figure like you weigh nothing, fucking you through your first orgasm.
Your pussy leaves him coated in your milky white cream, still dribbling onto his lap when he lifts you off.
“Made a mess of me.”
You’re nodding like he asked you a question, it makes him chuckle. “I’m sorry.”
He surely doesn’t mind, especially not with the way he swipes his two fingers through the folds of your cunt, gathering more of that creamy wetness on his hand to stroke at his cock. The loud squelch of his hand rubbing up and down, using it like a lubricant and coating himself in your essence, your scent. It all should’ve been disgusting. Lewd and indecent.
Except it wasn’t.
If anything it turned you on more, an indirect laying of claim, reminding you that he was still yours. God knows you shouldn’t be having those kind of thoughts, not until you two have reached a common ground, but Katsuki knew every which way to push your buttons.
He’s got you on your back now, panting like a dog as he drills your cunt with remnants of your milk trailing down the bottom of his chin.
A hand between your thighs and thumb strumming at your clit while he fucked you had you in a trance. Eyes rolled into the back of your head and your plump bottom lip pulled tightly between your lips. The sheer force and friction of every thrust has your bonnet slipping and sliding until the luscious jet black locks of your wig are free. Fuck it’s so long and pretty and you look like a fucking goddess underneath him. He wishes he could have you like this all day, everyday.
He's not letting up, both of those big hands of his now palming at the back of your thighs as he pushes them flat against the couch, pounding you to oblivion, digging you out like this might be the last time. You pray it's not the last time. You also pray your couch comes clean, he's got your pussy gushing, dripping all over your sage colored cushions.
Katsuki sees your eyes trailing over to Katsumi, the swing is still going, you wonder how long he set the timer for.
"Eyes on me baby, he's good. I promise."
He is. Mouth slightly open and he’s snoring a little, still sleeping like the little cherub he is while his daddy bullies your cunt, fucking you like he hates your guts.
"Just focus on me." He's peppering kisses all over you in between his speaking. "I know you miss me fucking you. Tell me how much you miss this dick."
It's been almost five months since you've been fucked like this, or fucked at all for that matter.
"So so much! Miss you so much papa." You’re pulling his face down towards yours, pressing your lips together, legs wrapped around his waist. This scene probably resembles the one that got you pregnant in the first place.
"Yeah? Talk to me, mama.” He hopes you mean it. Prays it isn't just cock-drunk babbling cus he misses you too. So fucking much.
"Yeahh.” Your brows are scrunched together as you nod furiously. “I haven't fucked nobody else. This pussy's still yours baby."
God he misses you like this, so cock-drunk and cute.
He leans in to kiss you again, tongues fighting for dominance against each other’s. “Haven’t fucked anybody either. This dick is always gonna be yours baby.”
He feels you clenching around him and that’s all the confirmation he needs as he shoots his seed deep in your pussy.
The both of you lie there together, there’s no telling how many minutes have gone by—just skin to skin basking in the afterglow of eachother until Katsumi let’s out a yelp that startles the both of you, whining a little as his swing comes to a stop. He’s stretching his tiny arms and smacking his lips, both signs of a great nap, making those weird baby noises.
Katsuki smirks to himself. He knows his kid like the back of his hand and wants to hit you with a big, fat ‘I told you so’ for doubting him. Instead, plants a kiss on the side of your face before he gets up.
Babydaddy!Bakugo who has you blinking back tears as you stare at his retreating form exiting the threshold of your home.
“Be safe.” You call out just before the door closes. It’s always bittersweet every single time, watching the two of them leave, praying they both returned to you safely. It makes you yearn to have your family back. Back under the same roof, and back to the way things used to be.
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Stamping a Tramp
bottom!ftm leon x top!masc reader
☆ Word Count: 1,866 ☆
AFAB Language Used
i kinda hate this,,,😭
CW: Non-Con, Unconscious Sex, Slut Shaming, Victim Blaming, Nipple Play, Fingering, Asphyxiation, Objectification, Spanking, Choking, Orgasm Denial, Creampie, Recording, Squirting, Corruption, Dumbification
You met Leon at a party in someone's dorm and he got so drunk that he passed out, leaving him in your care. You brought him to your room since he never told you what dorm he was in and let him sleep in your bed. Out of good faith, you took off his uncomfortable looking clothes. Just his jacket and jeans though, you left him in his underwear and shirt. You were going to leave him alone and sleep on the couch but he turned onto his stomach. You couldn't let a drunk person sleep in that position, so you were going to move him. But you noticed that his shirt rode up and you saw something weird on his lower back, a tattoo. Out of curiosity, you pushed down the band of his boxers just a little bit to find out that he has a tramp stamp.
You found Leon very attractive from the moment you met him. You put those thoughts aside in favor of his well-being, but now that you've seen his secret tattoo, you're not sure you can hold back.
You trace your finger along the prominent black lines and think about what you could do to him. He's completely unconscious, he wouldn't fight back. And if he woke up, he wouldn't have the strength or energy to get away. You sort of feel bad for having these thoughts but how couldn't you? With a body like that, it's only natural for you to be aroused by it. Plus, with that tattoo, it's clear he wouldn't mind.
Your dick wants you to rip his underwear off and fuck his amazing body but your brain wants you to take things slow. Just this one time, you decide it's okay to play with your ‘food’ before eating it.
You turn him onto his back and take his shirt off, revealing his large chest. You grope them and roll your thumbs around his nipples. You lean in and kiss his now hardened nub before swirling your tongue around it. You suck on his nipple while massaging his chest. Leon doesn't react much but if he were awake, he’d be a mess. You switch to his other nipple, sucking on them desperately. Leon’s breathing turns unstable as you stimulate his nipples, getting close to his peak. He's probably having an amazing dream right now. You bite his nipple, causing him to have an orgasm. You pull away from his chest and pause, watching his breathing stabilize and his body relax. You don't want him to wake up just yet.
You turn him back onto his stomach and grab the belt he was wearing. You tie his wrists together with the accessory as a precaution. You pull off his underwear and take a moment to admire his body. He has a perfectly plump ass and a fat pussy. You've never wanted to fuck anyone more than you want to fuck Leon right now. You run two of your fingers up his wet sex before shoving them inside his entrance, his pussy welcoming them with a tight hug. You're surprised that he isn't loose, but you're not complaining. You drag your digits in and out of him for a minute or two before pulling out. You stick your fingers in your mouth and taste his sweet juices before grabbing his waist and raising his ass in the air. You pull out your aching hard-on and align it with his hole. You force yourself inside him, finding it difficult to push your way inside. He’s almost unnaturally tight but you eventually manage to get yourself fully inside.
You rub his clit in circles, attempting to get him to loosen up. Leon’s breathing turns irregular as you do so. He lets out soft sounds and unconsciously moves his hips. Leon’s body tenses up as he orgasms again, his pussy spasms around your length before it relaxes completely. You start to slowly slide in and out of him, taking in the amazing feeling of his cunt.
“Taking me so well..” You murmur, running your hand up and down his back. Leon starts to wake up, shocked that can feel something thick inside him. He’s too drowsy to do anything, all he can do is take it and hope you stop.
“s…stop..” He pleads, his voice just barely loud enough for you to hear.
“Stop?” You laugh. “With a tattoo like this, you don't have the right to say that.”
Leon grimaces. You mean the tattoo he got thanks to a dare. He was saving up to get it removed before anyone could see it..
“Just relax and let me fuck this tight little pussy.” You spank his ass. “You know, you almost feel like a virgin.”
“I was.” He frowns.
You pause your thrusts. “Is that so?” Leon can practically hear your smirk. “Think I might keep you to myself then.”
Before Leon can respond, you're resuming your movements at a faster pace. So fast that his ass jiggles with each thrust. Leon bites his lip, he can't handle the way your cock slides in and out of him. It's too big, too thick, it's overwhelming. You place your hand on his neck and bury his face into the pillow, stopping him from breathing.
“Gonna turn you into a cum dump, baby.” You spank him with your free hand. “Make you a human pocket pussy.”
You can hear muffled sounds of protest coming from Leon.
“Aw, you don't like that? It's too bad that your feelings don't matter.” You chuckle. “Your only use now is to be fucked.”
Your words soon get drowned out as Leon starts to lose consciousness again. Tears rapidly fall down his face as you fuck him without remorse. He’s so lightheaded that it starts to feel a little good. You thrust into a part of his cunt that makes him see stars, his loud squeal gets muffled by the pillow but you know what it means. You angle your thrusts to hit that part repeatedly, your constant hits to his g-spot keeping him from falling unconscious. He can't even consider relaxing his body with the way you're assaulting his pleasure spot. God, he feels so good. He can't pretend that he doesn't.
Whatever Leon’s saying gets muffled so you decide to grant him the ability to speak by pulling on his hair and lifting his head up. “What is it, doll?”
His thoughts get thrown out the window thanks to him discovering a kink he didn't know he had. “Cuh- coming~!” He exclaims dreamily. Leon rolls his eyes back, moaning shamelessly as he chases his orgasm. Just as he's about to come, you stop.
You turn him onto his back and chuckle at his confused expression. He frowns and turns his head to the side, embarrassed as he comes back down to earth and realizes how shameful he was being. He can't believe what came out of his mouth. But regardless of that, he still wants to come. He’s completely humiliated but he's never felt that good before, he wants to feel it again.
You dig your nails into his waist and ram into him at full force, fucking him without a single thought for how he feels. You take one hand away from his waist, your other hand gripping his skin harder, and bring it up to his neck. You wrap your hand around it and choke him. His moans only increase from that, he hates that he likes it. He squeezes your cock and rolls his eyes back, an erotic look on his face. His vision turns fuzzy as he gets back to his peak, praying you’ll let him come this time. Unfortunately for him, you stop once you spill your seed inside his warmth. Once again preventing him from coming.
You pull out and spank his pussy, sending a surge of pleasure through Leon’s body. “Look at you, all wrecked from my cock.”
“Fuck you.” He grits his teeth. He’s mostly upset at you for taking advantage of him, but a small part of him is pissed that you wouldn't let him come. He reasons that he only wants to come so he can feel less terrible as you fuck him, but in reality, he just wants to feel good. “You- you sick—”
You land a harsh smack to his face. “Stop lying to yourself, I know you like this.” You take your phone and start recording him. “I wonder what would everyone think if they saw you like this..” You smirk, easing back into him.
“Don't-”
“Did I give you permission to speak?” You slap him again. You sigh and shake your head, fucking him with slow yet hard thrusts. “Dolls aren't supposed to complain.”
Before Leon can reply, your hand reaches down to his clit. He decides to shut up and let you please him. Maybe he'll finally be able to come.
You point the camera at his face. “You wanna come, don't you, Leon?”
He whimpers in response.
“Beg for it.” You fuck him faster.
Leon wants to come, so bad, but is it worth his pride? He’s doing this on camera too…He feels so good and no matter how hard he tries, he can't deny the pleasure he's feeling.
“..please-” He pauses. “Please let me come! I wanna come! Please!” He exclaims, feeling his orgasm approaching. He’s completely different from normal, he's slowly being ruined by you.
“Such a good little doll..” You keep rubbing his clit and move your phone to capture his entire body.
Leon arches his back and squirts, letting out a loud and shameless moan. You don't stop fucking him even as he starts to cry and whine. He’s never had an orgasm like that before, it was so much more intense than anything he's ever felt and you're not even giving him a second to recover. He starts to completely lose all the fight he had in him. He’s no longer gritting and bearing, he's embracing this. His lips form into a wide grin, unabashed moans coming out of his mouth.
“Imagine everyone's reactions when they see this video..” You chuckle. You have no intention of making this video public, you just want to see Leon’s reaction. “All your friends would find out about how you're just a stupid little slut. Isn't that right?”
Leon giggles dumbly and nods. “‘M a stupid slut~”
“And this stupid slut wants me to come inside him again, doesn't he?”
He nods rapidly. If you asked him this earlier, he’d have begged you not to. But now he wants whatever you want. He agrees with whatever you say.
“You’re perfect now. So fucking good for me.” You groan. “What a perfect cum dump.” You say as you bury yourself deep in his cunt, flooding his insides with cum. You pull out and rub his clit, gracing him with the ability to come again. Leon whimpers and tries not to move around too much. It's too stimulating but he can't help but want to chase the pleasure.
Leon lifts his hips and squirts all over you, a dazed look on his face before he passes out.
character(s): d.kaminari
pt: 02/02
cw: fingering, cum/anal eating, edging, praise kink(?), daddy kink, brat taming, caught, post-shower sex, mind-fucking, slight degradation, belly bulge, size kink, thigh-fucking (kinda)
your step-brother thought he had a few more minutes before you got out of the shower. he learns the hard way what happens when you’re caught masturbating.
a/n: i hate this shit sooo fucking much. | i gave up halfway through (thats what took it so long to come out. | minors and fem-aligned DO NOT INTERACT
title: whatcha up to, sparky?
wc: idefk (prolly 2000-2500)
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he only had another minute or two.
steam rose from the crevices of your locked bathroom; music blaring from the other side.
“[n—name]! ng—ngmh! nhg!….fu—fugk! right there!” the words left his mouth in an unceremonious fashion, sounding more like a broken record; he said it again, and again, repeating himself almost indulgently. a hand ghosted his twitching erection, blazing forth a sleuth of high-pitched moans.
your hands reached for the knobs, twisting it off in one swift movement.
“just a little longer baby.”
I—I can’t…! pl—please [name]! I need to— nghm! cum!” the machinery within his body continued to spear his insides, impaling the deepest depths of his mind. with a steady flow of electrons— curtesy of his quirk, the speed of his ‘toy’ increased drastically, now entailing itself into his stomach.
“mmhg! [na—name]! I—I’m gon—gonna cum!”
he listened intently, already having memorized the audio’s contents. your voice spoke to him, shooting daggers into his body.
“does my good boy wanna cum?”
Denki nodded— phonetically speaking through gritted teeth. “tes! [name] le—lemme cuhm!”
“no.”
his body retreated away from the sound, his head snapping backwards at the edging.
sweat trickled from his forehead, exhaustion clawing at his hips. he pressed your shirt— sweat-ridden and freshly used— further against his nose, inhaling deep breaths of your musky scent, the smell sending him overflowing with lust.
he squirmed against your sheets, moving his hands to slam your pillow over his face. “nmfgh…! [n—name]! mfg—ghm!” he pulled the pillow away— vision still slightly obscured by your shirt.
“aww, I’m hurt… comparing me to something as small as that.”
Denki shot up, his quirk mushing more elegant arcs of electrical surges into the machine— it picking up enough speed to make him lurch to his side. “uhng! wa—wait! wait [n—na]! wait, it—it’s not what—what it looks like!”
your body coupled into his vision, the tranquil curves of your muscles blurring behind the liquid wall of lust coaxing Denki’s body. beads of water rolled over your smoothing skin— the moisture from your shower still sticking to the surface of your body.
“oh? is it not? then what’s goin’ on, …zappy?” the nickname fell from your lips like a satin blanket, dully dressed in the glorious afterglow of pleasure.
the toy inside of Denki was still moving, strongly striking his nerves in mind-blurring fashion. “nnguh! it—it’s because of—of your v—oice! the video you made!”
you smirked, a dark chuckle leaving you. “so you watch my videos? that makes you a perv, y’know.”
Denki fumbled, his facade falter alongside the coiling strings of semen erupting from his slit. “unug—ha!” his moan was spun on the web of a gasp, snatching his body’s actions away from him. “I— uhg! …n—no! that’s n—not what I—nghm! meant!” he gulped back his shame, sitting up against your wall. “I— was j—just…” his eyes traveled everywhere, looking for a plausible explanation as to what he was very obviously doing.
you pushed off the frame of your door, dragging your tongue along the ridge of your teeth. “so what did you mean…Denk?’”
the way the nickname burrowed yourself into his skin make him quiver with anticipation. though he didn’t know what to expect. “anything you wanna say?” the question was laced with greed— almost as if you were teetering on the idea of turning him into a, your slut.
your knee connected with the edge of your bed, your weight dipping the mattress intolerably. the water from your hair dripped down your body, running circles on your torso before making way to your v-line. “I—nghm! I was, just… just trying to…” his eyes lowered. “uh! uhm, well… I guess you— we…!”
“eyes up here, Denk’.”
you brought your hand to his chin— almost in a cliché sense, your eyes locking in a one-sided battle. “so, Denk… what were you doing?”
you were hovering over him, your height difference clouding, if not completely obscuring his perspective. your bulge pressed into the cusp of his thighs.
a shallow gasp escaped you, your head dropping to look at him. his legs were shaking slightly, the skin of his body smooth and perfectly poised. “god, your so beautiful.”
Denki flushed; his eyes darting around articulately. his body was cleansed of its own blood, now replaced and replenished by the torrents of your own; he was bound to you. bound in your spell.
“is this my shirt?” his eyes finally focused, the grey material momentarily filling his vision before you took it from him. “is this where my clothes have been going? on your pervy little curves? helping you masturbate?”
“n—no! I haven’t been d—doing anything, man! I’ve ju—just been low on—NGHM!” Denki’s hands came up to your shoulders: gripping and scratching along the skin. “[n—name]! I—I just said that— ngh! I didn’t st—steal your cloths!”
your fingers intersected themselves in the innermost nerves of Denki’s body. he reflected the feeling of arousal in his eyes— the sensation causing the irises of his eyes to gloss over with tears.
“this isn’t about my clothes, Denk’” you groaned, feeling Denki’s legs press on the head of your cock. “its about you. and what you’re doing in my room. with my shirt over your face, and a fuck machine in your ass.”
you displaced your fingers, rubbing them along his prostate. “so, what exactly are you doing?”
Denki threw his head back— a sound erupting from his mouth in a dysphoric rage of moans. “mmgh! I— I w—was low on—ahgn!” a sharp thrust of your fingers stopped his sentence, his cock twitching with precum.
“stop lying Denk’ you know mom hates that shit.”
your cock throbbed painfully, the towel around your waist falling to your thighs— your cock rubbing against your step-brother’s abdomen. “c’mon Denk’” you almost whined, desperation washing over you in arcs of painful crescent moons. “I’m so… fuckin’ horny.”
your fingers glistened within him— a grandeur sound resonating within him. he audibly gasped at it, trying to move away from you but your sudden grip on his thigh altered his movements, making him slide under you instead.
he gulped, finding himself floundering around at the feeling of your cock against his stomach. it aligned with the skin just above his belly button. his movements were spastic, a jumble of jerks and twist sending molten plasma down your shaft.
“Denk…” your words were cold— rigid with seething but controlled gasp. “if you keep movin’ like that, I’ll cum.”
Denki blushed, a liquid crimson band covering his entirety. his movements momentarily halted, the surges of lust nestling into his stomach, coiling into a warm feeling that tightened with each move of your fingers
however, they left his body in a sickly masochistic way. you brought your fingers to your mouth and slid your tongue along the skin, maintaining a dysphasic tone of eye contact. the look in your eyes heating Denki’s body to an all time high.
your fingers, now covered in a flowing sea of spit and lube reached for Denki’s lips— breaking the surface of his mouth. his heartbeat was in his throat, yet, he still took your fingers into the depths of his mouth.
you played with his tongue, using your index and middle to balance the pink muscle in a titillating, slightly uncomfortable fashion.
you moved once more, shoving yourself into his throat. he choked and gagged, spitting around your knuckles but made no attempt to stop your brutality.
after a few seconds, you took your fingers away from him, letting him breathe.
“what were you doing in my room, Denk?” you asked once more.
“hnah! mng—h! I—I wasn’t doin’ anything, ma—man!”
you chuckled, moving your hand to your cock— stroking from base to tip. with your other hand, you wrapped his torso in your forearm, lifting him to your v-line. “tsk, tsk. mom would be disappointed.” your tip grazed his hole, “first, you have the shameless idea to masturbate in my room, then you lie about it.”
you pushed inward— also grabbing your shirt and shoving it into Denki’s mouth. he moaned around the fabric, his eyes crossing when you had yourself fully excavated within him. “I guess you’ve always needed a little more time to learn things…”
your hips fell away from him, dragging your tip down the ridge of his spine. the afterimage of your shaft was still intact; exhibiting through his pelvic muscles. it was filthy. utterly disgraceful to witness. “but… it’s a good thing you’ve got me.”
not a second later, his catalyst was filled once more, your cock reaching intolerably deep into his physique. his arms slid down your chest— leaving scarlet marks on your abdominal walls.
a hiss left your lips, the sound similar to a snake. you grabbed his wrist with one of your hands, using the other to snatch your shirt from his mouth. “haah! [n—name]! de—deep! c—cock too deep’n me…!”
you wrapped his wrist in your shirt, taking the edges of the bindings and crossing them into his drooling lips— the knot forming a gag. “my what?” you mocked, laughter soon filling your white-walls. “too deep? you were just using a fuck machine, jerking your dick to the smell of my clothes! now it’s too deep?”
you began thrusting shallowly, moving his thighs to your chest and pulling his legs to fall down your back. a swift motion of your hips shook Denki’s body, pushing him into his second orgasm.
he tightened around you, a convulsive throbbing in his cock and rapidly clenching hole gave way to the white twine and muffled moans of your step-brother. he thrashed his hands around— vigorously trying to grip onto anything.
you grinned at this, continuously thrusting into him. Denki felt his consciousness leaving him, his eyes falling lidded and heavy.
you, stuttering over the feeling of your own body, groaned profusely— your hips stinging with exhaustion. “you— mgh! you can’t handle my dick? if you wanna tap out, just tell me what you were doing in here.”
Denki mumbled, not knowing how to form correct words. “I—nguhm! ne— never anyth’ng! do th’ng!” he consulted his eyes, the orange pupils glass-like and heart-shaped. “nghu! FUGKH! m—man! ca—can’t think!”
a skeletal architecture altered into his body, forming a permanent semicircular shape— an arch lifted his body off the bed, rubbing your slit into his prostate.
both of your came— your cock trembling with painful arcs of melancholy emission staining the onslaught of Denki’s organs. his body spasmed with crude pleasure— his eyes rolling into emptiness.
his body went limp in your arms: mouth slack, eyes closed, and breathing shallow.
he’d passed out.
your body heaved, heavily burned from your orgasm. your cock was still deep within him, your semen creating a barrier between the two of you— however his warmth was still surrounding you in surreal relief. it begged you to keep going, begged for you to unload your balls and every drop of cum you had into him.
a gulp traveled intermittently across your tongue, cascading into your throat. you casually slipped your finger onto his waist— gripping the skin in a gentle embrace.
you pushed your pelvis further into him, your tip ramming against the bottom of his enclosure. your head tilted back, eyes closed with plenty more pleasure.
you pulled from him, slamming back against his skin in a single breathless moment. his body rippled through with waves of light. sweat enchanted his body like a giant cloud, puddling on his stomach— entrancing the skin alongside the pool of his cum.
you again thrusted into him— this time harsher. you were transported to another world, blissfully unaware of Denki’s stirring body. he was waking back up, his cock sleek with pre-cum.
his vision was still obscured, the feeling of fabric still plastered over his tongue. he whined, more pre-cum falling from his slit. “mghph— phuhk muh! [nuhmhe]! chaut c—can’t cuhm! n’more!”
you couldn’t hear him. you were completely lost in your own thoughts: the same words repeated throughout the entire time, “fuck him! fuck him until he can’t walk! fuck him! fuck him! fuck him fuck him fuckhimfuckhimFUCKHIMFUCKHIM!”
your thoughts mushed together, a singular statement that dug deeper and deeper into your mind. it burned into your brain, forcing your hips to move internally deeper, milking a third orgasm from Denki. he couldn’t speak, couldn’t move, he was racked with tears— crying out in ecstay
you were panting heavily, biting down on your lip to keep your sounds of elation. your orgasm was slowly steeping upon you, the feeling setting off a buzzing sensation all over your body.
“fuuhk… Denki, I’m gonna— Imma cum.”
Denki’s legs shook with excitement, another orgasm rumbling through his body. he screamed around your shirt, pressing his hips against yours. spit dripped from his chin, running down his abdomen and onto his maroon shaded tip.
overwhelming coils of heat knotted within you, pushing your hips into an uneven pace
you weren’t aiming at anything, just hitting Denki’s body over and over again. you were chasing after an orgasm that was mere inches away.
sloppy thrust turned to harsh, animalistic tactics— erratically fucking Denki into the soft cloth rubbing against your balls. you were going crazy, the heat from your abdomen shooting into your tip, choking you in a panicked rage.
you leaned down to Denki, ripping your shirt from his lips, quickly replacing the cloth with the chapped skin of your lips. you messily kissed along his face, moving sloppily to his neck. “who’s your daddy?”
Denki moaned— the sound hoarse and cracking. “y—[name]! m’daddy! m’yer slut!”
the words only continued to edge you, your tip twitching inside him, “say it again— fuck… I’m so close to giving you my kids…!” your shaft throbbed at his mindlessness, the moans bouncing like embers from a raging river of fire. “please, say it again…! what’s my name, Denk?”
“daddy! da—duaddy! mngh!… ma’cuhm! cuhm n’daddy’s cock!” again Denki clench around you, his swollen hole screaming at you to keep going— keep abusing him until your name was spelled into his organs.
“fu—“ you couldn’t finish your sentence, a powerful surge of pleasure rushing through every blood cell in your body, energetically jerking your lower body around. like an angry explosion your cum clawed its way through you, pushing out any and everything you had within you, transferring it into Denki.
Denki’s cum was clear— thin and falling onto his pecs, dripping like water onto his face. he shivered at the feeling, not having the energy to move or even breathe correctly.
you sighed, head falling painfully to your pillow, the feeling of Denki’s hair right beside your face annoying the nerve endings of your skin.
you pushed his head away, closing your eyes and drifting into a deep sleep.
until…
“[NAME]! DENKI! WHAT IS GOING ON?! WHAT ARE THE TWO OF YOU DOING?!!”
you gulped.
shit.
𝙈𝙪𝙩𝙪𝙖𝙡 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙣𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨
I’m sorry that I haven’t posted in so long. I’ve been dealing with life so I put writing on the back burner. I hope you all accept this as an apology gift though.
Denki Kaminari x black!male!reader
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Friend of a friend! Denki Kaminari who you first meet when you go to your mutual friends dorm to get the homework for your class because you don’t know who the fuck your professor thought he was when he assigned five papers that were due on Monday
Friend of a friend! Denki Kaminari who you found out shared the same English class with you, making it more enjoyable that it usually would’ve been
Friend of a friend! Denki Kaminari who you start talking to after school regarding assignments
Friend of a friend! Denki Kaminari who you start talking to after school about other things than assignments
Friend of a friend! Denki Kaminari who you genuine warm up too as the semester goes on
Friend of a friend! Denki Kaminari who you think is becoming more than a friend of a friend
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Friend of a friend! Denki Kaminari who you start thinking about differently after you two get comfortable with each other.
Friend of a friend! Denki Kaminari who’s always complaining to you about how stressed he is about school and how it’s taking a toll on his sex life, creating the perfect opportunity for you.
Friend of a friend! Denki Kaminari who gets flustered when you provide a solution.
“How ‘bout I fuck the stress outta you?”
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Friend of a friend! Denki Kaminari who ends up face down, ass up on your bed as you pound into him like you fucking despise him
Friend of a friend! Denki Kaminari who’s still shaking from the third orgasm you’ve given him
“S- slow down, ‘s too much!” He whines, grabbing the sheets
“Don’t be a baby, I thought you wanted me to solve your problem?” You grin, gripping his soft locs to push him further down into the mattress
“A- ah!” He groans, his eyes rolling back into his skull as an earth shattering orgasm rushes through him
“You feel better?” You say softly, gently flipping him to push his hair out of his face
“‘S much better.”
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-Nene
Submissive omega Kaminari
Cw: implied male/amab reader. Dub-con kinda seems like he retracts consent for a second then confirms he hasn't. Spanking bruising and then being a gentleman breeding choking
Your hand resides in the back pocket of the tight skinny jeans on your boyfriend's arse. He giggles as you pull him closer and holds onto you as your in line to by groceries you kiss him and he mutters softly "I love you" "I love you too baby what movie are we watching tonight" "Jumanji the original" you nod and slap his arse softly when you take your hand out of his jeans.
He packs everything up and you pay. You carry all the groceries out and he walks infront of you slightly "You okay pretty baby" "Mhm" you drive home and curl up on the sofa together him now in his shorts and your hoodie as you sit in sweats and he begged you to leave your shirt off so you did. He lays his ear against your heart breathing to try and match up with you. Your hand in his hair the movie playing in the background.
He was rubbing at your chest but his hand moved down lower slightly to your abs his eyes met yours and he says "please" you nod and he pulls down your sweats taking in your mouth within seconds you watch him bob and suck moaning and drooling happily.
Your play with his hair and then hold him still fucking into his mouth while he gasps and grips your legs. You inevitably take him to bed you lay him down ripping off everything but your hoodie like he asked nicely. You suck all over his body marking him up "mine" "Yes I'm all yours" he mumbles already starting to loose himself.
You slowly stretch him out despite him begging you to go faster. Your soon inside him holding his thighs up against the chest watching him squirm slightly at the bruising grip you have on his thighs you spank them and then grip his thighs again as you fuck into then almost unconscious blonde. He was whimpering your name softly his eyes shut mouth hung open with moans louder than you've ever heard from him. You chuckle "That's it baby that's my name I'm gonna breed you nice and full so you have to call just to do anything" he sobs out and whimpers "Please yes please" you speed up and start to tease him he starts coming too a little more and says "Stop" in a breathy voice so you do and pouts "Not that just your teasing please" you smirk and go back to teaing him as he bucks his hips and you fuck into him harder than before. He cums all over himself and you don't slow down he grabs your hand and wraps it around his neck so you squeeze softly he cums again and you cum inside him smirking. He was laying in bed with you and keeps getting ads for food and you hear his stomach grumble. "alright you've been good pick anywhere reasonably and I'll get you food whatever you want and I'll pick you up icecream as well" "Can we go get fried chicken and fries" "mkay doll you want to come with and we'll go sit at the beach in the car" "Please" you slide clothes on him and you out a shirt and clean sweats on a hoodie on tip ad it was cold. He snuggles up in leggings and your hoodie. You buy the food and drive to the beach "Your such a gentleman to me" he giggles as you hold his dip in one hand eating with the other cause he couldn't balance his dip anywhere.
You smile and drove home he falls asleep so you carry him inside and smile at him laying him in bed kissing his head "goodnight baby doll" "N'night alpha"
stuck | bakugou katsuki
synopsis ↬ bakugou hates when nerds are better than him OR you get stuck in a closet but bakugou doesn’t feel like helping
warnings ↬ stuckage/kabeshiri, dub/non-con, college au, non-con picture taking, soft bully bakugou(?), bakugou doesn't act like a bully in the beginning but he does later on, the reader's favorite class is biology, the reader is a nerd, i'm sorry if i offend any nerds, the way you get stuck is kinda poorly written and i'm sorry, do not read if you don’t like being in tight spaces, or-l (receiving), f-ngering (receiving), bakugou calls you a lot of names (not nice names), slut-shaming, objectification, swearing, reader is wearing a skirt, leashes (brief), if you get confused at how I describe the scene just look at the header image, let me know if i've missed anything
pairings ↬ agedup!bully!bakugou katsuki x fem!nerdy!reader
word count ↬ 3.7k
Carefully carrying your biology class's materials, you strode along the partially empty halls to your destination. Professor Kayama, your biology instructor, asked if you could return them to a storage room in preparation for her next class. Being an exemplary student, you happily agreed — not minding the heavy load of fragile items. You held a large plastic tub of different materials she neatly stacked before handing them to you. Your slow-paced walk seemed to agitate some of your fellow classmates trying to hurry to their next activity, yet you didn't mind.
Entering the large storage area, you place the materials that manage to fit inside your arms on the floor. The room was quite large, filled with all assortments of items used in her class. All of which, you could name without even needing to try. Sticking your nose in science textbooks all day certainly paid off. The chatter of a loud group of students just outside the closed door seemed to distract you from your thoughts, just briefly.
You tried to unlock a door leading to a walk-in closet area, except it seemed to be jammed. This was a usual reoccurrence; Professor Kayama would always complain about the door, saying that it always gave her problems and that bringing this to your university for a fix would amount to nothing. She said, "they're too busy with less important things, i'll teach you how to fix it," and so she did.
It was a sliding door, the type that never swung open for "safety reasons". You tightly grasped the handle, pulling the door in the opposite direction while pressing all your strength against it. Finally, the door seemed to magically become smooth on its hinges and glided open with ease. Professor Kayama warned you never to suddenly push against the door with too much force at once as it would make the gears loose and jam it once again. So far, you've managed to survive the faulty door and any mishaps but you knew that you would eventually encounter some problems.
You pick up the plastic tub and enter the room, quickly arranging each object in its correct location. Of course, this wasn't your only duty for the day; Professor Kayama requested that you also tidy any materials that seemed out of place as she needed to leave campus early.
Again, you didn't mind. In fact, you seemed to enjoy knowing that you were her most-trusted pupil. The favorite of the class and the clear spark for envy from the other students. Always scoring the highest out of everyone in your class. Seated in the front during her lectures with your pen and paper ready to take notes while most students couldn't focus or snoozed off in the middle of class. You were the role model for them all to follow, and yet they could never match your pace.
Of course, with all of this attention, you attracted one jealous follower. A boy in your class with a name you were too busy to remember. It started with a "B", that was the only part you decided to memorize. You weren't interested in trying to become 'buddies' with people you wouldn't see again in four years. He always sat at the back of the lecture hall, too enamored with his friends to pay attention. You could vividly recall during one class hearing the obnoxious laughter of a friend he affectionately called, "dunce-face". The cacophony of their voices disrupted the entire lesson, irritating both you and Professor Kayama. You only noticed him because of his performance after every exam, project, and quiz.
The blonde would always try to outperform you. Yet, for the first time in his life, you made him experience failure.
Always coming in a distant second place to you; a sharp contrast to his perfect scores in every other class he took, passing them all with flying colors. You couldn't fathom how he did so well in a class he seemed to show no interest in.
His group of friends certainly weren't the brightest. The annoying one in your class failed nearly every test he took. While the rest weren't focused, instead finding ways to get a freshman's number so they could get their dicks wet. You concluded that he simply cheated on his exams. You were wrong. The notes for all his classes were extensive and thorough. He did whatever he could to ensure his throne was at the top of every class; the only thing more unbearable than last place was second.
His attempt at going above you only led to more shortcomings. Studying all night for a quiz that he ended up sleeping through was unfortunate, but he could get over it. Until he learned that you received another perfect score. Professor Kayama felt bad for him, she couldn't do much except arrange a tutoring session with you as his instructor. He didn't need her pity. He didn't need your pity.
You weren't elated with Professor Kayama's request for you to tutor him, yet you couldn't reject your favorite teacher. You approached him after class a few months ago, plastering your biggest and brightest fake smile. Waving your hand, a little too cheerful and innocent for his liking, and uttering words that made his hatred for you stronger: "I know this class is difficult, so would you like my help? I'm always free if you have any questions, we can be study partners! So, what do you say?"
God, your sweet tooth-rotting voice made him nauseous. You had to be faking it; that professor was watching over you like a hawk. You didn't know how humiliating it was for him. He had so much he wanted to say; resentful sentiments that would leave you beneath him with tears streaming out of your puffy eyes. The perfect view.
As you stood in front of him with your hand outstretched and waiting for his acceptance, his rage surged. You watched as his blood rushed to his reddening cheeks and ears, somewhat intimidated by his strange reaction. Infuriated with your weak attempt at challenging him, the blonde kissed his teeth and stormed out of the classroom. His gaze lingered on you for months following that interaction.
Until his deep ruby eyes caught you entering the storage room, running errands like a mule for your professors.
"Oi, Bakugou!" Yelled his red-haired friend standing across him in the hallway, "Are you listening?" Upon seeing the blonde nod, he continued. "So, you comin' to Mina's party?"
"Yeah, yeah... whatever," He said while running his fingers over the scruff of his neck. Kirishima named a list of girls attending like an elementary student reciting the alphabet, he's surprised he remembers each one. Momo, Uraraka, Yui... He recognized some, they were his frequent calls whenever he needed a quick fuck.
"—that girl in our english class," Kirishima peers up, trying to think once again before a lightbulb flickers in his head. "Denki tried with the smart girl in bio... fuck, I forgot her name... (Y/N) or something like that..."
"Who..?" He wasn't even sure why he bothered asking when he heard correctly the first time.
"That nerdy chick, always at the front in class,"
"Oh,"
"Yeah, but he said she's frigid... said no to his face before he could convince her. Too bad, she sounds like my type," Kirishima snickers under his breath as the blonde stays still.
By now, you've finished cleaning up most of the equipment and returned each of them to their assigned locations. Despite all of your years around fragile science materials, you seem to forget some essential points about safety. You can hear the familiar sound of heavy footsteps outside the closed door. Where have you heard them before? You only peeked away for a second; unfortunately, one second is enough time for an accident to happen.
Hitting your shin on the leg of a nearby desk before tripping over your feet, you fall on your knees and tummy — landing in the cramped walkway with the top half of your body inside the closet. You didn't have enough time to register the shockwave of pain through your legs. The closet's sliding door barrels down and pins you by the waist. Locking your body in place and wedging you right against the door frame. Fuck, it sounded like a cliché from a video on the Hub, which made it more embarrassing.
You try to move and twist your waist but to no avail. You reach your nearest hand to the door and push, yet it 'conveniently' seems jammed in place. For what feels like an eternity, you try desperately to move your body in any way that you can. You make some progress by managing to kneel on the hard tiles, yet the pain from falling prevents you from standing upright. Maybe you sprained something? You don't know, but you need to get out of here fast.
The last thing you want is to be a burden, but in reality, you should be concerned with someone thinking you're an idiot for falling like this. With few choices, you decide to call for help, "help..! somebody..! please, i need help!"
You should have been suspicious when you heard the sound of the front door opening. A minute hadn't even passed. It closes softly, and the faint sound of the lock fills the empty air. Asking if someone was there only led to more silence. The ground trembles like some desks have moved out of the way; obviously, someone was inside.
"Oh gosh, thank you..! I'm so clumsy, I don't know how this happened..." You continue rambling on, thinking they're clearing away to make space and rescue you. When they don't respond, you crane your neck behind only to see the disgruntled blonde — whose name you can't bother remembering — standing over you through the gap in the closet door. "Oh, it's you. Sorry, I don't know your name..."
"Doesn't fuckin' matter," Yet, he seems to grimace at your unnecessary comment. He menacingly looms over your body, making you too anxious and scared to look away.
"S- Sorry if I'm being a burden, but as you can see—" You say while trying to wiggle and show that you can't move but unintentionally show off your bum. "—I'm a little stuck, can you help me?"
"Why should I?" He says with an unwavering expression. He's dead serious. Piercing down at you beneath him while bubbling with excitement, he's won the jackpot.
"Uh... well, I'm hurt really bad. I can't get up on my own," That's unfortunate.
The whole situation was simply comical; he wanted to burst out laughing so bad, so that's what he did. His resounding yet obnoxious voice traveled through every wall of the room. This had to be a joke. There was no way that you of all the people he knew could end up in a situation like this. His cheeky grin only left you confused, clutching his belly as if he'd been injured.
"I know this might seem funny to you, but it's not. Please don't laugh..."
"But it is," He said, finally calming down and catching his breath. "I'm finding it hard to believe the teacher's pet could end up like this. Don’t tell me you’re a dumbass,"
"If you won't help me, will you just find someone else?" You turn your head around, letting your guard down for a moment. When will you learn to stop doing that?
"Why? Don't like me?" The feeling of his foot pushing into your lower back startles you. You aren't given much time to react before it's forcefully arched lower into an uncomfortable position, giving him a full view of your ass.
"H- Hey..! Cut that out..!" Your skirt rides up your thighs, exposing your cotton panties to his mischievous eyes. Greedy hands feel up your soft bum before giving it a tap.
"Wish I could help, but I don't feel like it," He says after finishing his touches. Staring off into the distance, acting as if he'd been genuinely contemplating whether or not to aid you.
"What..?" He eases his foot off your back and chooses to squat behind you. His hands caress your hips before lifting your skirt upwards, exposing your clothed heat.
"Sorry, love, you just look so pretty beneath me," He hooks his fingers under the fabric of your panties, chuckling to himself once he sees you struggle in his hands. Completely unfazed. "It's Bakugou... Katsuki, my name,"
Bakugou. Bakugou.
The surname rings a bell, it sounds so familiar. How could you forget? Your meager interactions with him flood back in your mind, but it's too late to remedy and make amends.
Tugging your panties past your cheeks, Bakugou left you uncovered as his hands freely roamed. He cupped each mound of flesh in his hands, spreading them apart and watching your folds glisten. His thumb runs along your labia, making your body shudder at the foreign sensation. Trying to ask him questions proved pointless; instead, the blonde whispered under his breath about you being desperate “like a bitch in heat”. Partially in disbelief at the sight of your slick as you rubbed your thighs together; you're really enjoying this, aren't you?
Circling his fingers over your clit and massaging your nub, your teeth sink into your lip to hold back moans. His fingers are skilled, he's done this plenty of times with other girls in the past. Yet, the way that he touches hints that he wants to go slow. Take his time and enjoy it as if you were his first. Smirking at your glistening heat as if to prove to his corrupted mind that his actions were justified.
To him, you were a conquest. The trophy on his display case that would become the envy of all his friends.
"W- Wait... Please don't—... do that..!" You want to sound strong, yet your voice is in the same sweet intonation.
Bakugou doesn't take you seriously, not when constant mewls float out of your lips and into his ears. Instead, saying he'll stop when he's finished in a tone that causes your heart to race with panic. You feel something warm and icky suddenly touching your heat; using his thumb, he spreads it across your folds while mumbling about "getting you ready". You don't even bother asking, succumbing to his lustful desires.
Maybe this is all he'll do. Feel you up and then help you when he's done, right?
You couldn't be more wrong.
His flat tongue takes a slow lap at your warmth as your hips wiggle again in his hold. Using both hands, Bakugou pins you still by your waist and lower back — holding you tight until you can't struggle. His grip is too strong, fingernails scratching into your skin. You don't stand a chance. He forces your back to arch more, releasing a hum of approval at your compliance. Kirishima said you were frigid, but now you've got him second-guessing.
His tongue darts across your clit with ease; gliding over your sensitive bud as your walls flutter. Teasing your sex just right, only taking Bakugou a few minutes to guess the spots that would drive you insane. The same insanity he was plagued with whenever he was around your presence. You tried using your legs to kick at the blonde, toes curling in your shoes. He swears into your pussy in frustration, why can't you just stay still? The vibration of his voice sends a wave of pleasure through as you moan in response, "nngh... d- don't i... i can't...ahh~"
One of your kicks nearly strikes him in the chest with full force. Your last attempt at fleeing once an intense pain surges through your leg. He simply finds it humorous again, the thought of you overpowering him. Bakugou moves one of his hands to your leg, pinning it to the tile flooring. Still determined, he continues his assault on your now swollen clit. Attached to your pussy and coaxing out your clear essence onto his tongue. Savoring your taste on his tongue, moving his head downwards, and giving you one final kiss on your clit.
You wince, feeling his thick middle finger sink inside your sopping entrance. Bakugou's thumb extends over the hood of your clit, soon covering both fingers in slick. Peaking through the gap, he sees your figure, biting on your fingers but failing to hide your whimpers — he can't wait to get out of this stuffy room — praying that you cum soon so he can see your face of pure bliss afterward.
Kirishima always said he preferred inexperienced girls. Always seemed to get attached easily with a few words of affection. Made good fucks for a quickie; send them a teddy bear, say you're sorry if you hurt them, and they'll be at your beck and call.
The familiar high pitch in your voice is something he hears too often, fully knowing what happens next. "don't tell me you're gonna cum already, love?" He taunts while his finger curls over another spot that sends a loud moan through the room. Bakugou's thumb presses deeper against your clit, smirking at your frequent pulsating walls.
"N- No..! I'm not...!"
"Hm, you're not? You're drippin' down here babe. Squeezin' me too. Was hoping you'd save some for my cock instead." His... what? You twist around, trying to stop him by reaching out but he grabs your hand instead. Stopping you from turning around and inspecting you like his newest toy, he says, "Ah, that's the pretty face I missed,"
Another digit enters you with ease, quivering against him and sucking him further with every graze against your g-spot. The familiar pooling of warmth below your stomach was hard to ignore. "should've known you were a slut when I saw your cute little pussy, only dumb sluts get wet like that," The boost of confidence he received once feeling your spasming walls was immense, clenching around him with every degrading word.
He slows, but not to a complete stop. "kats!—..." you whine in frustration, quickly pressing your lips together afterward. It surprises you as much as it does him. Not understanding why, after all this time, you wanted him more than ever. He edged you closer and closer, his fingertips kissing your cervix.
"Beg me," He said, yet you fought your lips to stay still, not wanting to embarrass yourself further. "Ah, teacher's pet thinks she's better than me, huh?" Bakugou's heavy hand suddenly connected with your bum, making you yelp at the stinging pain, "You know, I've got all day..."
"Please," You said weakly. Not good enough.
"C'mon, you can do better. Don't you wanna cum on my fingers..?" He spoke in a condescending tone, caressing the spot on your ass where he hit.
Fuck it, your head was far too gone. "please, katsu— i need... i wanna cum so bad..." Close, but not yet.
"Can't hear you, babe," His hand moves to tap against your clit, making you shudder with every hit. "Be a good little bitch for me, speak up..."
"Fu—Fuck... Katsu... please make me cum..! Need you... bad, lemme cum on your fingers— please..!
He smirked to himself, not entirely pleased but you'll learn — you're such an obedient student. Continuing with his pace, his thumb rolled across your swollen sex as the blonde watched expectantly. Making you unwind with every curl of his fingers until finally, a wave of pleasure rode over your body. Cum gushed from your entrance and onto Bakugou's fingers as he massaged your spot. Quickly finding himself mesmerized by your trembling thighs and sounds of ecstasy.
Eagerly removing his fingers once you've calmed, helping you ride out your orgasm before licking them clean. He moved to your dripping cunt, happily lapping at whatever sticky essence overflowed until his lips and chin shined under the overhead lights. As you pant and quiver, he gives you some encouraging pats on your bum.
He stands, and you hear the jingle of his belt before seeing his shadow move closer to you. Pushing his brawny arms through the gap, he loops the leather belt around your neck before fastening it. Bakugou gives an experimental tug and forces the strap upwards. The loop is loose enough for you to breathe but tight enough to leave indents.
He uses his strength to push the slider door open; it moves with ease. The old pesky thing was barely jammed, you probably could’ve gotten up on your own if you tried hard enough. Bakugou stares down as you try to move despite your aches and pains. “dummy doesn’t know basic physics, could’ve opened it yourself, bitch,”
Ignoring him, you try to stand but the blonde grasps the strap of his belt and tugs your body downward — making you fall straight on your knees again. Your body has become numb to the pain; when he presses his foot against your back again, you don’t even flinch. Bakugou kisses his teeth, annoyed that you're still whimpering. His belt is too short to stand, so he squats in front of you.
As you try to find comfort by caressing your aches, he pinches one of your cheeks harshly — forcing you to stare up at him, all teary-eyed and disheveled. The quick flash of his smartphone camera blinds your eyes, flashing white before fading.
"What did you do..?" You ask, but he doesn't need to answer. Instead, Bakugou moves his phone away from your face. "Please don't show that to your friends..."
It should've made him guilty. Hearing your desperate voice with puppy eyes begging him. But it only reminded him why he hated you so much, so weak and fragile yet somehow above him.
"Don't fuckin' look at me like that... I won't," No matter how much of an ass he wanted to be, he could never do that.
You're his personal conquest, the trophy, and the envy of all his friends. Knowing you, you'll probably take your 'goody-two shoes' ass and run to that professor you're close with or someone else he doesn't know. You can't run away yet, he wants to have more fun. Maybe fuck your brains out til' his name is the only thing your dumb ass can remember.
Bakugou stands and decides to bring his phone out once again, this time recording.
"I won't tell a soul, so put on your prettiest face... just for me,"
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