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*sips wine and whines* can I just get fucked stupid like this?! Please 🙏 daddy please 🙏 🥺 God please!!

Netflix & Willy’s Down

Honey’s Masterlist

↬ Pairing:Mirio Togata x Black Female Reader x Tamaki Amajiki

↬ Warning:NSFW,18+,Minors DNI

↬ Disclaimer:Threesome,Rim,Oral,Anal,Split Roast,Tentacles,Praise,Creampie,Dumbification,

Cervix Kissing,Handjob,Double Penetration,Throat Fucking,Light Impact Play,M/F/M

↬ Word count:1.5k

Note:Thanks @daisy-bakugo for creating this collaboration & congratulations on 1k! I think I’ve outdid myself with this one lmao but who knows.

The Pornscape Collab [ MDNI ]

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Saturday Nights was Movie Marathon Night with Mirio,Tamaki,Nejire and little ole you were y’all watch bad movies and pig out until y’all fell asleep just to get ready the next day for work.

Every Saturday night event was held either between the boys' shared apartment or Nejire apartment and yours as well. But tonight Nejire wasn’t able to host it at her home so y’all went to your apartment because it was closer than the boys.

Everything was set up smoothly and Netflix was pulled up on the big screen in the living room. Blankets and pillows were pulled out then laid all over the place for everyone to get comfortable in it while being able to reach for the food or remote.

Now all there was to do was find a movie to watch that everyone would like. It had to be something with comedy,action and a bit of drama because what could go wrong with that. Well y’all was two movies deep into movie night and it was Tamaki’s turn to pick the next movie.

As y’all was watching the movie a sex scene popped up on the screen causing Tamaki to yelp and try to scramble for the remote but Mirio stopped him and grabbed the remote dangling it in front of the embarrassed man.

“Come Tamaki the movie is just getting good, isn’t that right sunshine?” Mirio jokingly said while looking over to you watching their interaction over the remote. The raunchy moaning with background music wasn’t any help to the situation at all.

Placing a calm hand onto the trembling Tamaki; he flinches a little bit from contact but he welcomes the touch regardless. “It’s okay with me and besides this kind of scene doesn’t last long anyway.” You said leaning more onto him with a soft smile.

Oh how that was a bold face lie to your previous statement made to Tamaki.

And that’s how you ended up with your legs pressed wide open and Mirio holding you down by your thighs slurping away at your dripping cunt. As you’re busy with Tamaki riding your tongue moaning all pretty like. You were double hand jerking him off twisting different ways while going up and down with ease because the precum leaking from his dick.

Tamaki activated his quirk to fondle your nipples with the suction cups and jerked Mirio off at the same time. You slapped Tamaki ass making him yelp from the pleasurable pain. Your moans were muffled by tamaki cute ass as mirio started sucking harder on your clit being stuffed with three fingers caressing your spongy spot that’s making you see stars. He felt you tighten around him even more as if you were about to cum.

“Come sunshine don’t be stingy with me”Mirio said, lifting up a bit, pressing his thumb on your clit and rubbing circular motion.

Then he goes and starts making out with the blushing elf getting his ass eaten so deliciously by you feeling your wet muscle twisting and wiggling in there against his prostate. He trembles and tries his hardest not to lose his mind to the wet ass handjob you’ve been giving by tickling Mirio's tight hole.

Mirio's hips were pumping into Tamaki’s grip, feeling himself getting ready to cum he stopped kissing him and started sucking on the tip of his dick. Moaning from the intense pleasures they both had cum. Tamaki scrambling off of you as Mirio picked you up and placed you into a full Nelson.

“Are you enjoying yourself y/n?”tamaki mutters out. Rubbing Mirio’s hard cock against you as you nodded your head yes moaning at the sensation of the fat long cock. Tamaki looked at Mirio and nodded his head then guided him into you.

Mirio immediately started thrusting up into you at gear grinding pace as tamaki was kitten licking what couldn’t fit inside. He was rubbing your clit, the squelching sounds of your wet abused pussy was filling the room.You couldn’t think straight, feeling him ramming up into you, the coil in your belly getting tighter than usual.

Drooling at this point when you felt that coil snap and you squirted all over Tamaki making a big mess almost forcing Mirio outside of your womb. Mirio slowed down then pulled out and lined himself up with your puckering hole as Tamaki climbed up in front of you with his thick member dribbling with more precum the tip was a blushing pink as he lined himself up.

Tamaki eased himself inside of you groaning at the feeling of your velvet walls squeezing him so deliciously. He started thrusting to keep your attention on him as Mirio worked his way inside of your tight ass. Mirio was whispering praises into your ear easing until he was all the way to the hilt and feeling Tamaki moving inside of that thin spongy layer.

“Fuck sunshine keep sucking me in like that — ah you’re taking Tamaki so well y/n.”Mirio grunted out. As Tamaki started ramming into your soft cervix causing you to squeal and cream around him and Mirio. Mouth hanging open, Tamaki started sucking on your tongue and Mirio was sucking on your neck.

It was almost too much going on between the three of you and you trying your hardest to keep up but it dissolved into nothing but babbling fuck toy between two proheros with insane stamina.

Your third orgasm was approaching hot and deliriously fast for you to control it and it was a big one;gripping onto Tamaki shoulders tightly as you feel the band snap and curving into the deepest arch — squirting all over the place eyes rolled back a silent scream left your mouth hanging opened.

The boys followed right behind in their own orgasmic high as cum was leaking outside of you they pulled out one at a time changing the position again.

You were laying down on the couch and Tamaki on top of you in the 69 position as Mirio was sucking on a Tamaki tight rim spitting in his hole while massaging his soft ass cheeks.You was massaging Tamaki balls and sucking his tip as he was eating you out moaning into your cum filled pussy.

Mirio was grinding his fat dick against Tamaki hole groaning at the feeling then slowly pushing himself inside causing the man to arch his back and let out a deep sigh feeling his much bigger counterpart entering him and nestling balls deep.

As Mirio was fucking into tamaki while you was still sucking on tamaki dick and now gripping onto mirio strong thighs as you was close to cumming again.

Feeling Tamaki try his hardest not lose focus on tongue fucking you and playing with your clit. Mirio cums first gripping onto the slim waist of tamaki tightly grounding himself deeply inside throbbing. Then tamaki followed right behind him, spilling his thick load down your throat forcing you to swallow every last drop in your cute little mouth.

Lastly you follow right behind them as tamaki pinches your clit causing your sweet orgasm to move up to the forefront to make its presence known as your back arched off of the couch and your squealing was muffled by the boy's current weight on top of you.

Pulling out of Tamaki they moved your overly relaxed body around so that you were facing Mirio with him holding your blissed out face. As Tamaki got behind you and lifted up your hips grabbing your left leg turning a little bit to split you in half on his overstimulated dick.

“You’re doing amazing sunshine, can you give us one more?” Mirio muttered to you but all you could do was preen at him, being so close eyes rolling back as Tamaki slides back into fluttering walls with ease.

Your mewling as Mirio coos sugary sweet words to you and trying to respond back but your mind was blank. Holding your mouth opened Mirio stood back up smearing his oozing precum all on your lips and tongue then sliding into your wet drooling mouth.

He starts thrusting into your mouth with ease as he leans over to kiss Tamaki and to play with your cum filled rim. Mirio’s grip tighten as he was fucking that dangling thang in the back of your throat; causing you to breathe through your nose that was buried in his blonde pube.

Eyes watering up you were lapping him up as he kept moving inside your mouth. Groaning into the kiss Tamaki’s nails were digging into your leg and hips as he picked up the pace, feeling clamp down on him again even tighter this time. Mirio’s hand slid from your ass to your sloppy wet cunt and started rubbing circles around your clit with his thumb pressing down.

It was all too much for you after the countless orgasms were reduced to a whiny blubbering mess. Your poor arms gave out on you but Mirio still held you up not even losing his tempo. The different thrusts from them had you seeing stars before your vision blacked out.

Feeling soft kisses and a warm sponge cleaning you off. Opening your eyes slowly you saw the two boys cleaning you up and leaving kisses on the tender parts.

“I guess we kinda went overboard this time huh ?”Mirio sheepishly said while rubbing the back of his neck. Leaving Tamaki blushing and still wiping away, not looking you in the eyes.

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LORD GIVE ME STRENGTH!!!!☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️

"𝐒𝐈𝐌𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐀𝐘𝐒."

izuku midoriya | friends older brother!izuku + college student!reader + f!reader + squirting + size kink + more! minors dni! does this count? as dark content?

— 2.4k words

"It's simple: I'll stuff you full with two fingers, but they only do what simon says. Understand?"

“[Y/N?]”

“Uh, hey Izuku!” You smile, grip tightening around the strap to your bag. Izuku fills the doorway, broad shoulders kissing both sides of the frame, and you can’t help but feel minuscule in comparison. “Kota around?”

Izuku shakes his head, peering over his shoulder for a second before returning his attention to you with a click of his tongue. "Uh, no I think he's out with Eri. They should be back soon though...it's been a few hours."

"Shit," you curse under your breath. Your friend's older brother smiles in apology, biceps straining under his white tee.

"You need something?"

"Yeah," you nod, forcing your eyes back onto his, instead of the broad chest presented at eye-level. "Just my precalc book."

Izuku waits a second, thinking, before his palm claps against the doorframe and he's walking deeper into the house. "Come on in, then! I'm sure he won't mind."

You step into the house after him, and it's...weird. Weird being with your Kota's older brother without Kota there, because despite the thousands of times you've been in your best friend's house and as well as you know the greenette, you and Izuku have never been alone.

"Find it?"

You've been rummaging through Kota's room for a solid ten minutes and somehow still empty-handed, moving slowly in fear you'll see something you can't unsee. And hey, with Kota and Eri dating, anything's possible.

"No," you sigh, ready to give up rather than find a strap-on. "It's fine. I can just come to get it tomorrow or something."

"How soon do you need it?" The greenette asks, his forearms leaning against his younger brother's dresser. You take a seat on Kota's comforter instead, silently hoping you'll find your book by accidentally breaking your tailbone against the damn thing; you're a little disappointed when all your ass comes in contact with is a plush mattress.

"Like, tonight," you grieve, knowing that tomorrow morning, your math grade will suffer severely. "'S fine though. There's always another test."

Izuku snorts at that, crossing the room to take a seat next to you. The bed whines under his weight but doesn't collapse, and you feel a little bad to say you're surprised. Voice full of reminiscence, he sighs, "Ah, the college days."

You giggle, "You act like they're lightyears behind you."

"They might as well be," the greenette shrugs, before reaching behind your waist to steal a pillow. "Couldn't tell you a thing I learned."

You shrug trying to remember the last time you’ve felt prepared for a test, “Neither can I.”

Izuku chuckles and nods, though you’re convinced it’s because he has nothing to say. An awkward silence takes possession of the room by the neck, and you shift awkwardly, unsure of what to say that could give you an excuse to leave, or at least redirect his strange yet heavy gaze. As Izuku licks his lips, you notice how close you two actually are, as he's big to the point where your shoulders almost brush, but not quite.

"How um, hows your boyfriend?"

You scoff at that, but you suppose it's been a while since you and the greenette have talked one on one—and the last time you had, you weren't single.

"Oh uh, he's fine, I guess," you brush it off with a shrug and a wave, cringing at the thought of how that ended. "I don't know. We broke up a while ago, so."

"Oh sorry!" Izuku flushes and throws a hand over his mouth, and you giggle.

"You're fine. He was an asshole anyway," you chuck a laugh, but it's not really that funny. Frankly, he's left too many emotional scars to count, along with the ones healing from past exes. "I...don't have a good reputation when it comes to picking boyfriends."

“So, I’ve heard—no offense,” he says sheepishly, though you don't blame him. You've definitely had a few surprise visits caused by a nasty break-up or two, knowing this is the place you'll probably find both of your best friends hiding out. When Izuku speaks again, it’s borderline awkward as his eyes dart around the room, cheeks puffed and lips pursed in apprehension. “Found...anyone new?”

You frown, “Anyone new.”

“Yeah!” Izuku exclaims, and it’s almost encouraging. “Like a new boyfriend.”

“Oh,” you laugh, shaking your head. “Um, no. Like I said, I don’t have much luck with that type of stuff.”

Izuku snorts, rolling his eyes before he’s adjusting himself to lay on the pillow, half of his body upright. “I bet you do. You might not realize it, but you do.”

Now it’s your turn to snort and roll your eyes, leaning back on your hands with a huff. "You're just being nice, Izuku."

"No, seriously!" He props himself higher so you can see he really is serious, evergreen eyes locked and deadset, "Like—okay, and this might be a TMI or something, but how do they, y'know, and then be dicks, y'know?"

"They don't."

"They don't...what?"

"They don't...make me cum," you heave with great depression, despite the seemingly surface-level complaint. With wrists tightening around your ankles, you hate uncomfortably in the silence, and watch Izuku's mouth open and close, before it opens and closes again.

"Like...never?"

"No." You give him a weird look.

"But what about your last boyfriend? I thought he—"

"I don't know what you're looking for, Izuku," you chuckle, shaking your head. The greenette seems more pained than he is shocked, eyes wide with a big fat pout in place of a neutral face. "It's not like I haven't had an orgasm before. Just...not with someone else."

"That's not the same!" Izuku defends, slowly becoming more animated than you've ever seen him. "It's like...more passionate with another person, you know? And that makes everything a whole lot hotter."

"Thanks," you huff, mood souring more than it already has. Izuku's mouth stills once he realizes what he's essentially bragging, guilt clouding his face. As you exhale out of your nose, you can't escape feeling bad for snapping. "Look. I'm perfectly fine with being the only person to be able to make myself cum. It's not that deep."

"You sound like you expect no one to be able to," Izuku snorts with a raised eyebrow, shoulders bumping against yours. "You've just...had bad boyfriend luck. That doesn't mean no one's capable of doing it."

"Well," you click your tongue bitterly, because you've heard all of this before, and you're utterly tired of hearing it. "They've been able to make all their exes orgasm. And it's not like it even matters, relationships aren't abou—"

"I could do it."

"I—" you blink, shaking your head at the pure audacity of his request? Suggestion? Comment? Whatever the fuck. "Excuse me?"

"I—wait, listen," Izuku rushes like you're getting ready to book it the fuck out of there, sitting upright so his body is turned to yours. "You're...it's...I've been told I'm good with my fingers, right?"

And what a way to start a story.

"Izuku, in the nicest way, every guy is like this," you scoff, "He thinks he's all that just because a chick or two said you made her feel really good. I don't need to fake another orgasm."

"You won't have to," Izuku purrs cockily, leaning forwards on his hands and making you wonder where all of this is coming from. "Let's play a game of simon says, yeah?"

"Simon—" your chest collapses with a giggle of pure disbelief, "I'm not that much younger than you, you know."

"I wouldn't be offering if you were," the greenette reasons, eyes growing dark slowly, if any. "Yes or no?"

"What's the catch?" You bargain and Izuku huffs a laugh. You can feel it on your face.

"No catch, Pretty," he hums, and you can feel the vibrations in your fingers. "It's simple: I'll stuff you full with two fingers, but they only do what simon says. Understand?"

You gulp as Izuku lifts a hand—and a very large one, at that—and it's jagged and rough with scars and bulky knuckles. His free hand makes you grab his wrist and you're fingertips barely touch, but you’re pulling his hand south by your own volition.

“Gotta take your pants off first,” he chuckles, and you flush red. That would be helpful, yes.

It doesn't take long before they're off though, flung towards a corner somewhere—and this is when you realize that maybe, you shouldn't do this on Kota's bed.

"Izuku maybe we shoul—"

But before you can say anything else, he's pushing your panties to the side and shoving both fingers into you at once, eyebrows folding as he groans under his breath from the sensation.

"So wet already? Clearly, someone likes this more than they let on."

"I—what the fuck happened to simon says!" You yelp, but his fingers don't move. Izuku just beams like the deceptive asshole he is.

"Game starts now," is all he says, and you're huffing, propping yourself up on your elbows. Izuku's fingers might as well have knocked the wind out of you, lungs struggling to find room to breathe as he curls his fingers to tap directly onto your g-spot with worrying precision.

"Simon says um, move please," you grunt out. Izuku's fingers stay still, and you frown, kicking him in the thigh. "Hey, I sai—"

"You gotta be more specific than that, Pretty,” he says with a grin. You snarl. "Tell me what you want me to do to you."

"I..." you start, but it's fucking embarrassing, and you know Izuku feels you twitch around him when you say: "Can you um, fuck me with your fingers."

He doesn't move.

"Simon says fuck me with your fingers, asshole," you grunt with narrowed eyes, though they widen when he starts to pump his fingers in and out, chuckling when you shiver from the dexterity.

Except, his fingers move painfully slow, and you find yourself gritting your teeth at the speed when he doesn't make an effort to go any faster. You click your tongue—he's really going to make you request everything, isn't he?

"Simon says faster," you growl with a challenge burning in your eyes, and Izuku meets them with equal fire, fingers finally forgetting their torturous pace for a much quicker one. Finally.

"Fuck! Simo—simon says right t-there," your legs spread wider and Izuku makes more room for himself in between. He hums with dark eyes as you whimper and whine his name, writhing in his younger brother's sheets like they belong to him—like you belong to him.

"I wanna touch you all the time, you know," Izuku grunts before cursing at the sight of your wetness around his fingers. "Make you feel good, make you mine. I don't think Kota would approve, though."

"We don—" you wheeze and he places a hand next to your head, towering over you. The angle only gets better, your hands digging into the sheets as Izuku's fingers curl just right. "We don't have to tell him."

Izuku chuckles at that, chest rumbling as he leans in closer to the point where your noses nearly touch. "You dirty fucking girl."

You moan at that, hips bucking into his hand. You're so close and yet you need more, something else to push you over the edge for good. With a whimper behind a bitten lip, you say, "S-Simon says rub my clit."

Izuku's thumb falls upon your clit and you squeal from the amount of initial pressure, thighs jolting from the white-hot waves that pump through your bloodstream as his thumb moves in small, ever-quickening circles that have you gripping for Kota's comforter for dear life.

"Iz—Izuku I'm gonna—g-gonna cum," you pant, and he's ripping his hands away before you can even reach a hint of the edge. You glare at him out of pure and utter betrayal, and he beams.

"Simon didn't say, did he?"

Your mouth flies open before your brain has time to process it all, "Simon says make me cum, p-please, I need to—fuck!"

Izuku's stuffing you full with his fingers in an instant and his thumb returns to its rightful place.

"Yeah? You gonna cum for me, Pretty?" His hands somehow find the energy to speed up to the point where the clap of his palm against your pussy fills the room, slowly being replaced by a lewd squelch as you tighten around him. He chuckles when all you can do is whimper, grappling for his big shoulders as he says, "Oh, yes she is. So fucking close I can feel it."

You let out a broken moan and in a blink you're squirting, body buzzing as you make a big wet mess of Kota's sheets. It doesn't even register how screwed you two are because you're too busy wading waist-deep in the sea of Izuku's eyes, chest heaving in time with his as he gives you a look of pure awe. Not at what you've done, per se, but at you, and that's when you understand it—the passion.

"We should uh, probably clean up," Izuku flushes as he chuckles, cheeks pressing into the crescents of his face, and you find yourself smiling along with him. With a final click, he pulls his fingers out, gesturing to a circular wet spot on his now see-through shirt. "You made quite a mess."

Fuck the passion.

You shove your fists into his chest and Izuku laughs, pushing your hands away with his one dry free hand, wiping the wet one on Kota's sheets.

"Izuku!" You gasp, looking at the new and improved addition to your mess. The greenette shrugs.

"What? We're going to have to clean it anyway," he shrugs before assuming the dry spot to your right and nestling his forearms in the pillow to peck you on the forehead. Then he freezes.

"I uh...am I allowed to do that?"

You roll your eyes, grabbing him by his squirt-soaked shirt to pull him into a kiss. Izuku hums at that, suppressing the urge to smile as his big hands find their way to your waist. He's an annoyingly good kisser

"No, you're not," you say with swollen lips once you pull away. Izuku grins, teeth digging into his bottom lip as his eyes flutter to yours for a moment, before they're staring into your soul again.

"I like you," he boldly states, albeit quietly, like he's talking to your eyes and nothing else. "Like, a lot."

"I—" You start, but you're interrupted by a click of a lock and the sound of the front door opening. Shit.

"Oi! We're home, Izuku!"

Murphy's Law | Alpha! I. Midoriya

A/N: This has been sitting incomplete in my drafts for months because I lost interest but the beginning was cute and I didn't want it to go to waste so I wrote some shitty smut just cause, yeah. read it if you want I don't really care ☹️

TW! ABO dynamics, ProHero/Aged Up, Alpha!Deku, Omega! Reader, Clumsy Reader, Accident Prone reader, condescending deku, reader is attacked and deku saves her, yandere deku if you squint, strangers to lovers, vaginal fingering, marking, not proof read poorly written 💔

18+ NSFW Content| MDNI

Murphy’s Law, in its simplest form, claims that “anything that can go wrong, will go wrong. In other words—you were a walking fucking disaster. 

Absolutely accident-prone. Wherever you went, chaos followed. It had been that way your whole life. You’d labeled yourself as a “clutz” thanking God that you were lucky enough to never get seriously hurt from your negligence, but it seemed that your luck was running out.

The chill of the night air did nothing to quell the sweat beading from your flesh. Brisk wind nipped at your skin, exacerbating the potent stench of a frightened omega. Yes, you were clumsy and, at times, forgetful but you always remembered to wear your blockers! 

It was just a crazy morning, and you were running late, and you assumed that it would be fine because you lived so close to the restaurant. But you didn’t expect the place to be so busy, or for your boss to have you stay an extra hour. Then two. Then four. And before you knew it you were doing a double closing shift because you were the only one available. Poor unlucky you.

That lack of luck continued when you begrudgingly passed a rowdy pack of males that were congregating outside of a liquor store. You ignored their whistles and lewd comments, clutching your bag and picking up the pace. Most of the men shrugged it off, calling you a tease or a “stuck up bitch”, but one pair of lustful eyes lingered—the same pair that were getting dangerously close. Just a few more strides and—

“Caught ‘ya!”, he growled. 

The fowl stench of alcohol mixed with the alpha’s licorice like musk made your stomach lurch. You struggled in his grasp, screaming, flailing your arms and kicking wildly until you landed a good hit on your assailant who didn’t appreciate it at all. 

“Stupid bitch” he grunts, wrapping his hands around your strands and bashing your head against the brick wall. Pain blooms in your skull and you feel yourself quickly losing consciousness but before darkness consumed you—you don’t miss the emergence of an earthy aroma soured with anger followed by a blur of green. 

Then nothing. 

A scent reminiscent of lush forest meadows and the sound of light tapping and beeping pulls you from your slumber. It was a welcomed change from the potent odor emitting from that feral alpha last night. The memory overcomes any lingering drowsiness, and you bolt upright. 

The tapping stops.

The sudden movement proved un-advantageous. Bile rose in your throat with dark spots clouding your vision. A figure emerges from the corner of the dimly lit room reaching your side in a fraction of a second. His scarred hand holds a basin to your face, and you ungraciously empty the contents of your stomach. It’s painful and unsightly. You search for something to ground yourself settling for his thick wrist while you sob and dry heave over the container. 

“Hey, it’s okay.” His voice was soft and soothing, but still held confidence. “I am here”.  Soft purrs rumbled from the alpha’s chest, while you retched beside him. Moments later, the alpha placed the basin on the bedside table and brought a damp towel to your face. Gently, he cleaned your face. It wasn’t until the cloth left your skin that your eyes fluttered open settling on the stranger. 

A gorgeous set of gemstone visionaries met your own. Sparkling with warmth and a hint of mischief and slightly covered by forest green strands from his messy undercut. Plush pink lips were pulled a slight smirk, highlighting the trademark dusting of freckles on his nose and cheeks. 

“You’re… You’re— Deku” he finished for you, flashing a close-eyed smile. “And you’re (Y/N) (L/N), recessive omega, correct?” 

You blinked. “I- yes … How did you—

“Well, you dropped your purse during the attack, and I got your name from your ID card. As for your second gender, sweetheart a beta would smell you even with all the suppressants they have you on. What happened to your blockers?”

An inexplicable feeling of shame was brought on by his furrowed brow and sudden condescending tone.

“I didn’t take them this morning… I forgot”, you tried to look anywhere but his face. You could feel the disapproval in his stare.

The alpha shook his head and frowned.

“That was extremely reckless. An unmarked omega with a scent as strong as yours should never leave the house without some form of suppressant.” He paused, leaning forward to sniff your hair. “Do you not have a partner or anyone to check on you?” 

 Your face felt extremely hot as you shook your head “no”.

“I see...” he continued with a smirk, “Do I need to inform the nurse that you lack a babysitter?” 

“A b-babysitter!?!? I don’t need a—I’m not a baby!” you sputtered, gaping at the large man. He brought a finger to your chin and closed your mouth, earning a cute squeak at the contact. “Oh? But big girls wouldn’t forget to take their blockers, especially if they’re going to be out so late. Do you understand what could’ve happened if I wasn’t patrolling the area?”

“Yes but—

“So, you knew better but still didn’t do better. That doesn’t sound like an adult thing to do.” He cooed; lips upturned to mimic your pout.

“No!” you snapped, ignoring the Pro-Hero’s raised brow. “That’s not it! I never usually forget, it was just a busy morning and I live close to my job, so I didn’t think it be a big deal but then my boss kept asking me to stay and it got later and later, and—

“So, what you’re telling me is that you’re not only forgetful but a pushover as well?” He stated matter-of-factly.

“Wha— y-you’re mean”

 Izuku wouldn’t admit it, but he loved the way your bottom lip trembled and your eyes watered due to his words. You looked like a defiant child. Absolutely helpless and in need of a caretaker. A hero. 

“I’m sorry, love. I didn’t mean to hurt your little feelings, but it’s my job as a hero to make sure that people are safe. Don’t you not want me to do my job?”

More guilt. Here was the number 1 hero trying to ensure your safety, but you were acting like a little brat. Maybe you aren’t a “big girl”.

“m’sorry” your voice was small, but he obviously heard you, humming for you to continue. “I didn’t mean to sound rude. It’s just that I have really bad luck and it’s frustrating that I always get in these positions. Thank you for saving me though, Mr. Deku”.

That’s interesting, he thought, hoping you’d elaborate on what you meant by “bad luck” but when you didn’t continue, he just smiled.

“Just doing my job!”.

A few weeks have passed, and things progressed normally. Izuku found himself thinking of you from time to time but it’s fleeting. He’ll catch himself visualizing those pouty lips upturned into a frown as he scolded you and sometimes, he imagined your deliciously sweet scent. Like right now, as he patrolled the streets his senses were suddenly flooded with your delicate saccharine aroma. It was a welcomed distraction from the repetition of his route since things had been slow today. His inner alpha grew restless from the blossoming scent that seemed to get stronger and stronger.

The observant hero scanned the area but saw no immediate signs of you. It wasn’t until he closed his eyes and inhaled deeply that he realized that you were two streets over in the college district, so he started to head in your direction. Your scent wasn’t as potent as it was during your first encounter, a sign that you’d remembered your blockers, but it would be impossible for him to miss since it was embedded in his mind. 

Turning the corner, he saw you frantically running up the sidewalk towards one of the university buildings. A report folder was clutched in your fingers with your bag propped haphazardly on your shoulder. It was apparent that you were a student and running late. You babbled frantically into the phone that was balanced between your ear and shoulder, so engrossed in the conversation that you didn’t notice a speeding car until it was blaring its horn after you walked into the streets without looking. You stared at the vehicle like a deer in headlights, unable to do anything but accept your doom. But then electricity crackled in the air, and you were whirled to the safety of the university stairs. 

“We’ve got to stop meeting like this”, the hero smirked down at you. It was comical watching the little gears turning in your head realizing that Deku had saved your life yet again. There wasn’t much time to admire him in the hospital but right now you were close enough to count each freckle in the diamond formation on his cheeks. He was so handsome. And it felt so good in his arms. So safe. 

“I— You were interrupted by the ringing of your phone. “Shit!” you cursed, pushing off the hero and running towards the doors. “Thanks, Mr. Deku!

“And then there was one” Deku muttered, slightly pissed at your rudeness. This was the second time he’d saved your life. Where was your gratitude? Entitled brat, he thought. What he wouldn’t give for a chance to correct your behavior. 

A week later, incognito Deku was heading out to enjoy the day. It was his first off day in weeks, and he decided to treat himself to a nice meal. He decided on a western style café/bakery that Kirishima had recommended a few weeks ago. Upon entering, he was immediately met with your confectionary scent. Izuku remembered that you worked at a restaurant and since you weren’t Japanese, he assumed that this was your place of employment. 

Izuku approached the dining counter, waiting to be served, and was pleasantly surprised when you came from the back to take his order. 

“Welcome! What can I get started for you today?” you chirped sweetly. 

“Hmm—a proper thanks would be nice”. You stilled at the familiarity of the voice, squinting at the unknown patron. Izuku pulled his mask down revealing his familiar array of freckles and pretty plump lips. “Its you” you smiled, leaning forward with your elbows against the counter. The action presented your exposed cleavage nicely and Izuku found himself licking his lips. “It’s me” he rasped, eyes traveling between your chest and face. 

The action did not go unnoticed, but you chose not to comment. Probably just a coincidence, you naively thought.

“Well, thanks for saving my life twice, Mr. Deku” you whispered his hero name with a coy smile playing on your glossy lips. It sounded so sweet.  “It was my pleasure, (y/n)” he whispered your name in a similar fashion while taking your hand in his larger one and running his thumb over your wrist, and you visibly shivered at the contact.

“s-so” you stammered, pulling your hand to wipe against your apron, “what would you like?” 

You he wanted to say but you were already flustered. He hummed and tapped his cheek, “I have a taste for something sweet.” His eyes dipped back to your cleavage, and he licked his lips. “Any suggestions?”

Now you definitely weren’t imagining that. 

“U-um well, w-we have lots of desserts, l bake some of them”.

 That piqued his interest. 

“Oh?” he asked, and you nodded. “Mmhmm, it’s a hobby of mines and my boss lets me try out different recipes. Today’s special is Strawberry Rhubarb pie but with a twist!” you declared proudly. “A twist you say?” he mused, leaning over the counter and reveling in your giddiness. You leaned forward and put your lips close to his ear, covering your mouth with your hand. “I add a sprig of mint for freshness” you whisper, tickling the shell of his ear. “It’s my secret ingredient”.

Fuck you were adorable. All excited like a child presenting a new skill to their parent. It took a lot of willpower to stop his cock from straining against his jeans, but he managed. 

Deku leaned back with a smirk, “Well then, it’s settled. I’m gonna have a taste of your little pie”.

Three slices of pie and a pitcher of coffee later Deku had learned that you were an international student at the university’s business school and had dreams of owning a restaurant one day. You’d also disclosed that you didn’t really enjoy your job, but you didn’t have any financial support. Pretty much helpless and alone, forced to work a crappy job so you wouldn’t get kicked out of your even crappier apartment. On a lighter note, you told him some of the things that you were into, and he found that you two had a lot of common interests. It was a pleasant surprise that you were a bit of a “fan girl” and he happened to be your favorite. 

“Like it’s just my luck that I meet my all-time favorite person while I’m moments away from death”.

Midoriya frowned when you told him of all the different mishaps you’d gotten into the past few weeks. He counted 23 times that could’ve resulted in serious bodily injury or worse. The alpha wanted to just put you in a little bubble and keep you safe from yourself. 

“Have you ever thought about— oh shit”! 

Somehow, you’d managed to trip over air and spilled the pitcher of coffee on his hand as you were going for a refill. 

“Oh! Ohmygodimsosorry!” You scrambled to wipe his hands clean but ended up spilling more on his pants. The situation was quickly becoming a spectacle, customers snickering, and passersby pointed through the windows. You were so embarrassed and could feel yourself unraveling. 

The kitchen door slammed open and out walked your supervisor. He was fuming. Throwing out a string of curses before his eyes even landed on you. Tears welled in your eyes as you braced yourself for the routine berating that you’d get every time you messed up during your shift.

“You useless fucking omega!” He seethed, “Can’t do anything right. What are you good for besides laying on your back?”

Midoriya was furious and was itching to use black whip and yank out his weak beta fangs one by one, but he noticed the change in your scent and saw the way your body shook in fear and shame. He was on you in an instant. Pulling you against his chest and releasing calming pheromones. His hood came off in the process making the crowd gasp when they saw his green curls.

Long story short— he broke your ex-supervisor’s hand, told him you quit, and carried you bridal style all the way to his home. He explained that you would never be setting foot in that place again and that he’d be taking care of you from now own. When you tried to protest between sniffles, he just shushed you and pressed your face closer to his chest. 

You were now sitting in the bathtub while Deku rinsed conditioner from your freshly detangled hair. Izuku kneeled behind the tub with his chin resting on your shoulder. He was content. Humming softly as the pads of his fingers traced your skin. Neither of you spoke. His hands felt so good on your skin—it was easy to just “let go” like he suggested when he first undressed you. Your heavy eyes had shut at some point but fluttered open when his hand ventured down to part your thighs.

Izuku nuzzled against your neck just as his fingers slipped through your sticky folds to circle your clit. Soft kisses pressed against your skin left a burning trail down to your scent glands. His tongue rolled against the flesh eliciting needy whimpers and whines. You bared your neck—encouraging his musings, gasping when sharp fangs began to prick your skin. The hero chuckled darkly loving the way you melted for him. So pliant. So perfect. 

“Being so good for me right. So good. Spread those legs a little more, that’s right. So pretty” He cooed sweetly, “Love takin’ care of you like this. You like it too, don’t you baby?” A particularly lewd moan was the only response you could muster given the fact that he’d just slipped a thick digit in your needy hole. “ ‘course y’do, bunny. ooo—you got so t-tight just then. Wanna be my little bunny?” Izuku suckled at your glands sending your omega into a frenzy. She was screaming, crying, desperate for him. You wanted him so bad that you could taste it. “Please ‘zuku. Wan’ it back. Need it, Alpha” you hiccuped, grinding your cunt against the heel of his hand. “Want it all. Wanna cum. Wan’ your cock. Wanna be yours, mark me please al-ahhh~~

Sharp fangs pierced your skin immediately sending you over the edge. Izuku suckled at the mark, prolonging your climax. Your body eventually settled in the pink tinged water, exhausted. Your eyes fluttered shut but you felt something hard prodding at your lips.

“Say ahh, bunny”.

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Now imagine France doing that to England…

Took a second but damn near feral izu I'm here for!!!

Maybe We’re Not Meant To Be

Alpha Izuku x Omega Reader

Warning: Sexual Content Below

Word Count: 3.9K

Two years of dating Izuku was no easy task. As sweet as the man is, he often blundered when it came to the love life (or the lack thereof) the two of you shared. No one questions his devotion to you. You’re cold? Midoriya will give you the shirt off his back. You’re hungry? Midoriya runs to the nearest store to grab you something (he doesn’t care if it’s miles away). Two years of dating the most considerate person in the world yet, you selfishly yearned for more.

A mating mark; a silent reminder to onlookers that you were taken by one of the most eligible alphas in Japan. You wanted your skin to be marred by his long fangs and you wanted to leave your own mark on him. But after two years of waiting, it felt as though maybe he didn’t want to mark you. 

‘Maybe we’re not meant to be.’

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I'm an official simp!! Oh my god please destroy me!! ❤️❤️❤️🥴🥴😩💕

Bruno Madrigal Relationship HCS Part 2: Breeding kink

Warnings: 18+ NSFW, smut, breeding kink, pet names, daddy kink, mommy kink, cockwarming, mentions of pregnancy, possessive Bruno, reader has female anatomy!

A/N: This is a repost because the first time I posted this it mega flopped for some reason :/ sorry I couldn't re-attach the original ask! Reblogs and interactions really really help too!! :3

♡︎ Bruno Madrigal is heavy on family, and ever since he met you, he knew you had to be the one to help him create one of his own: one where he would help create a new generation for la familia Madrigal and strengthen the Encanto not only for the family, but for their beloved casita and for their beloved village.

♡︎ Don't worry, he won't rush you into having children, he'll be ready once you're comfortable. As superstitious as he is, he based the times the two of you would try on gut intuition. He knows you'll be an amazing mamá to his children who will harbor amazing gifts. He just knows it. But while the two of you are trying for a baby:

He'll spend hours if he has to on foreplay to warm you up. He wants you to feel as relaxed and comfortable as possible. Kissing you deeply as he grinds up against you on the wall, trailing desperate and harsh kisses on your throat and neck. You taste delicious to him and he can't get enough of you.

The little whines and pants he passes through your ear as his cock rubs up against your thighs and clothed cunt make you so flustered, frantically grabbing onto his clothing to keep yourself grounded.

"Mi amor, p-please calm down, you're like a starving wild animal," you groan as Bruno continues his assault on your plush lips and neck. Your fingers easily find their way into Bruno's textured locks of hair, gently tugging on them to angle his head a certain way. When he's all pent up like this, he's a man unhinged and there's very little that can be done to stop him. Not that you'd want to.

"You taste delicious, mi querido, I can't help myself," Bruno moans against your ear as he nips and sucks on your earlobe and that sweet spot on your neck behind your ear. He knows all your weak points so there's no running from him.

As your knees start to buckle, he'll continue making out with you as he guides your body with his toward his bed. You'll end up on top of him now, with Bruno staring up at you like some ethereal being he just met that he's worshiped all his life. And you were.

"Brunito, are you certain you want to try this now? I'm not so sure I'm fertile enough at the moment and-" you question as your hopes start to plummet, but Bruno cuts you off by gently gripping your chin, making your lips and cheeks pucker.

"Mi corazón, don't worry. I have every belief to know that this time will be perfect. Trust me," Bruno coos to you. Your nerves settled and captured your boyfriend into a passionate kiss. Who were you to argue with the man who could see into the future?

But after the mushy, gushy sensual make out session, the two of you are enveloped into positions where your legs tangle, your hands cling together and your bodies are impossibly close. If you were wanting to make this chance to get pregnant the most likely, you had to make love to each other like never before. And you did.

When it came to sex, Bruno was always sensual and purposeful in what he did. And when he fucked you, he made you feel every inch of him. Every. Single. Time. Feeling your body up, he gropes, squeezes and sucks on every plush part of your flesh exposed to him as he's inside you.

You've been in every position imaginable and in every one he was able to have some part of your body in his hands, fingers digging impossibly deep into your skin almost to the point of bruising. But since the two of you were trying for a baby, what better position to finish in other than a mating press?

You're flipped on your back with your flimsy legs pressed to your chest, hiked over your boyfriend's shoulders as he pistoned his thick cock inside your worn out cunny. The two of you held hands as he fucked you stupid, the lewd sounds and shlicks echoing about the room proving just how dirty and madly in love you were with each other. But Bruno was infatuated with you.

His dick finally found that sweet spot inside you and it felt as if it never missed as his thrusts became heavier. Your eyes rolled toward the back of your head and you swore you saw stars, unconsciously mewling out in pleasure and curling your toes as your stomach twisted in knots. You were so wet clenching around him, and your whines and cute pleas were music to his ears.

"Papi, please, I need you," you cooed as you stared your lover straight in the eyes. You never felt more connected to him than when his cock was so deep inside you as he fucked you senseless.

He rarely ever heard you call him that, not in a serious way. Sure you called him that in a joking way once and Bruno became so flustered and hot in the face you thought he was having a heart attack. But this time something in him snapped. How could he ever love you more than he did in this moment?

"Please, say that again....Call me that again," Bruno grunted as he folded over you, latching his lips to yours as his hips smacked into yours. God, you were so cute, taking his cock so well for him, practically begging for him to breed you so you'd become swollen with his child. His head was swimming at the thought, he couldn't take it.

His hips began to stutter as his head dropped into the crook of your neck, panting like a man unhinged. He attacked your neck and littered it with possessive wet kisses, whispering sweet promises into your ear: "I-l can't last much longer when you're clenching so tightly around me like this, mi vida", "You'll be such a good mami, so cute all round and full with our child", "That's it, take all of me, just a little bit longer", "You're doing amazing, love", "Fuck, I love you so much".

Your walls fluttered around his cock one last time as you creamed all around him for the last time, your cries and moans being swallowed up in the deep kiss Bruno had you in. Those sweet but filthy praises he said to you were your last straw. You were so ready for this man to be the father of your children. He was absolutely perfect.

And as he felt you cum for him, he released his seed inside you with a final deep thrust, going impossibly deep and holding you down to make sure you couldn't move. He didn't want any of his cum to leak out of you, not a single drop. He heaved and sighed and shook on top of you, cursing words of surprise under his breath as he leaned over you. You almost felt like you could cum again with how deep he was inside you.

It felt so good feeling him fill your pussy up so nicely, making you feel so full and pleased, so loved. You basked in each other's closeness for a few minutes longer before Bruno pulled out of you and gave you some personal space. He stared at your pussy clenching around nothing, becoming frothy and swollen as his cum threatened to drip out.

You began to jump up as you felt two of Bruno's fingers deep inside you, pushing back in any of him cum that tried to escape. Bruno chuckled and apologized for his abruptness and not warning you. He looked at you with an adorational love in his eyes as he studied your fucked out and tired form before he leaned over to kiss your forehead. He knew he finally got to keep you as he hoped.

"Lo siento, mi amor. Wouldn't want any of my cum to leak out and jeopardize you becoming a mommy. And what a great one you'll be."

𝘼𝙡𝙡 𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙨 𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙙 © 𝙨𝙤𝙛𝙩𝙯𝙖𝙬𝙖𝙥𝙣𝙜 𝙙𝙤 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙧𝙚𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙩

☠️⚰️🥴🤤🥵🙏 please,this is what I want and need in my life

list 2 prompt 54 for pro hero / ceo katsu (and possibly size kink and age difference <3)? bestie there's just something so hot about a big scary man in a suit giving me attention while he works 😩

a/n— 👁👁 i really like this one

prompt !! “C’mere, you can sit on my lap until i’m done working.”

cw !! fem reader, implied dilf!katsu, (kinda) mean katsu, age difference, size kink, nd cockwarming

humming softly, you came to a halt as you peered into dynamight's office, his eyes never leaving the paper as he told you to come in, “ what'da need this time? ” he asked, voice still thick with sleep, “ attention. ” he rolled his eyes softly, “ bet you do princess, ”

his eyes still never left the paper, “ so then gimme it! ” he hummed as he mocked thinking, “ how about,, no. i have work to do ” he said off-handly, “ besides everytime i give you attention it always ends with me having to take care of a fucked out brat ”

your face heated up, “ didn't have to put it like that,, ” you mumbled now embarrassed, “ but fine, ill jus' go get attention from red riot— ” he scoffed, “ your s'uch a brat yknow that? c'mere, you can sit on my lap until im done working ”

you beamed, walking over to him happily, going to sit down on his lap he stopped you, “ ah-ah, panties off, ” heat washed over you, his thick fingers rubbing your slit lightly before he yanked off your panties, “ that's much better, now you can sit, ”

you hesitated, knowing that he most likely had his cock out—which never fully fit, “ well princess? ” you took a quick deep breath before you slowly lowered yourself, his tip prodding at your slick hole, “ didn't tell me i was g'nna cockwarm you ”

you could feel his smirk as his big hands gripped your plush hips, “ thought you'd know, g'tta put that pretty pussy to use ” you flushed, warm hands pulling you down into his lap, “ how many inches did you take today, ” he mumbled, asking himself more then you

his hand traveling down, rubbing a couple slow circles into your clit before brushing against where he was connected to you, “ good girl, only around two more inches to go ” he pressed a soft kiss into your shoulder as he pulled his hands away, “ now, keep my cock nice n' warm for me and maybe ill let you babysit for me again ”

event ♡

What! Why?! Whyyyyyy do I WANT THIS?!!!!!

Yandere Yakuza Bakugo x Fem Black Darling

(Art by: @mlightfoott on Instagram)

(This has been on my mind for awhile)

You started as Bakugo’s personal assistant and occasional personal fuck doll.

Because: 💥 Come on, you think I hired your fine ass JUST to balance my books? Tch! Fuck outta here.

His words. He was drawn your stacked body, beautiful skin, and bright eyes full of intelligence and attitude

Even though your PA position came with extra work, You didn’t mind either job.

Bakugo paid you well and fucked you until you were pretty much bedridden.

In fact, that was the only way he kept you. Bedridden. Usually in his bed

If you think he wasn’t strategic about insisting you stay over the night to ‘rest’ until you ‘got back on your feet’ well, I got a beach house to sale you in Idaho.

Somehow or another you ended up moving up from his PA and fuck toy, to his woman

And what a move it was!

If you thought Bakugo spoiled your ass before?

Oh girl!

You can get the entire world if you want it

There’s just a few rules.

No talking to men whom aren’t on his team or aren’t service workers of some sort because..

💥 Daddy’s a little jealous baby girl. Can you fuckin blame me? Look how beautiful you are

If you do talk to someone he hasn’t approved of, no problem. Nothing a few explosive spanks on that pretty chocolate ass of yours can’t fix. You won’t make that mistake again will you?

And of course if any guy touches, harasses or flirts with you, you get the pleasure of hearing them be tortured in Bakugo’s “pleasure chambers” as he calls them

He also likes to pre-approve your outfits. He likes you scantily clad. You’d think he’d want you conservative, but no. He likes those short skirts that show off your pretty melanated legs, no bras so he can watch your nipples harden, tight jeans so he can watch that ass jiggle

Also, he enjoys watching men drool over what’s his

Never question his authority.

💥 I know what’s best for us, baby. Don’t worry.

If you do, we’ll, he’ll just have to throat fuck you until you’re too hoarse to talk now, won’t he? Maybe use one of those fun little toys that forces your mouth open

If he’s in the mood, you’re in the mood. PERIOD

💥 What the fuck do you mean, you’re tired?! You don’t do shit all day but spend my money.

He won’t force sex out of you, but you better either let him thigh fuck or tit fuck you until he’s satisfied.

You’re not allowed to go anywhere without him or one of his security guards

Speaking of going places, you better check in with him in hourly intervals or answer his calls. Failure to do so will result in revoked phone privileges and you being on lock down for months

He monitors your friends closely. Most of your friends are just other darlings or women in his crew.

And again you ain’t going no where without his permission or his guards. He doesn’t give af who those girls are. He still can’t trust em

He doesn’t share. Too jealous for that, but he does like an audience, so be prepared to get fucked in a meeting or on a conference table.

Definitely be prepared for people watch his goons beating off to you two and to catch them eye fucking you when Katsuki’s not looking

But the only people who can smash is the squad and that’s on special occasions

So, sure, there are some rules and regulations to being Bakugo’s kept woman, but as long as you follow them, the whole world is yours to have

Hi !! idk if your doing requests but imma ask anyways lol but can u do a head canon of Bakugou, Todoroki, and whoever you want where reader and them break the bed because of how rough they’re going 😭 like what would their reaction be and would any... keep going??😏😏

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bakugou

casual 4 am sneaky link

you’re laying on your stomach with your ass in the air

he’s bruising your ass with his grip — and you were damn near melting at that sickly sweet sound of your cunt being punished echoing throughout the room

“fff- fah, fuck!” you cried, grabbing the sheets

bakugou let one of his legs fall off the bed and found a steady footing before speeding up

knocking you harshly to the front with every thrust

*crack*

you looked up to see his headboard cracking in the middle, and spreading with every bang to the wall it took

“bakugou, slow- ah! baby slow down- y-your headboard! your parents!” he rolled his eyes and kept up his pace

“shad’up will ya’?” bakugou always slurred his words when he was close to cumming

todoroki

study date turned into late night hookup at 11:45 pm

todoroki had you on your back, he had each ankle in his hands

one too hot and the other too cold

he was slow at first, pushing into you all nice and sweet

letting you feel the large vein that ran on the underside of his dick, when he was far enough you felt his left side curve

it hit right onto the gummy spot inside of you — making you squeak and grab his hips to pull him deeper

“ngh, more todo- oh god please go faster!”

he leaned down and took your lips in a sweet kiss, “love you.” before slowly pulling out and slamming back in

the air was knocked out of your lungs with every thrust

his face was twisted up and a scorching blush was spotted on his hot side and a small one on the other

*bang, ban- CRR*

you blinked in confusion and pushed up on your back to tilt your head up and look

your head board was being split in half, when you were about to speak up he hit that same squishy spot and you immediately gushed

after you came his wasn’t long after

“todo, my headboard is broken.”

“i’ll buy you a new one tomorrow.”