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Yes daddy shinso! Talk to me like that I'll obey 100% jesus!!🥵🥵🥵🥵

Dabi, Shinsou, Kirishima, and Mirio seeing their s/o twerk like she’s Megan Thee Stallion and sis even rides the dick like a pro

dabi

“c’mon dabi, no one will recognize you! the club is really dark and the music is so loud- please!”

you begged and whined — dabi couldn’t say no to those eyes looking up at him so prettily

“fine”

1 hour later

the 7 mixed drinks had deemed to be too much for you to handle

you were grinding on women and men combined, dabi didn’t have a problem until an upbeat provocative song came on

and you started twerking on a man, your front half was twisted so you could hold onto the randoms shoulder and your ass was pressed into his crotch

the smell of smoke alarmed everyone and you saw dabi standing at the entrance with his hand in a crowned position and his blue flames spouting

you ran to him and he tugged you into his side ignoring the screams as people burned, more specifically — the man you were with

shinso

baby, leave this man alone

he’s too grown to be dealing with your ‘fresh into college’ ‘always wanna run the streets’ ass

“i don’t wanna go to the club y/n, you can go my love.”

he wasn’t moved by your 5 minute speeches about how he should tag along so you did what you did best

cry

“i-i just wanted to spend time with you, and show you off to my friends... we used to hang out all the time... i don’t understand, do you not want to be around me anymore?”

2 hours later

he was pissed, standing against the wall with his hands jammed in to the pockets of his black jeans

sulking — as you grinded and shook your ass on one of your friends, it was girl but shinso was still pissed

it was all over when her hand slid into your dress and you did nothing but giggle

he pushed her to the floor, yes, pushed the bitch and dragged you out of there

“haha! oh my gosh baby you pushed yui!” you were cackling, the alcohol making you ditzy

shinso rolled his eyes and grabbed your entire lower face with one hand, covering your mouth and ears

just low enough so that you could still breathe out of your nose

your eyes were blown wide

“when we get home, you’re gonna ride me for a whole hour, and i don’t give a fuck if your ‘legs hurt’ or ‘you can’t take it’ you wanna test my patience right? then this is what you’ll get.”

hey there ! small tiny intsy bitsy request because i find no one messes with my baby daddy much . so sero hanta ! babie loves it when is thick gorgeous wife (with tattoos) rubs his back (i headcanon that sero has a HUGE tattoo taking up the entire wingspan of his back). he loves it even more when she grinds herself into him to get off. when he realizes she’s close he he flips her over and fucks himself into her while spitting pure FILTH into her ears. slapping her ass, pulling her hair, all of that and then some. cant forget the breeding kink ! “i wanna make you a mommy. can daddy do that? can he make you a mommy?” .

mmm look i’ve been thinking abt this one for a while but here she is.

hope you enjoy!!

one thing you always did for sero was rub his back. after a long day of working he was always pooped, and laid face down wherever he landed, be it the couch, your bed, even the floor. luckily it was the bed this time.

he had barely pulled his briefs on before you heard him groan and flop, letting out a sigh. he was probably already drifting off and that sucked. not that you didn’t appreciate your husband working, but you got lonely here all by yourself, and him coming back was always the highlight of your day. even if it was just to eat, lay down, and cuddle you a bit.

“hey sweetie,” you spoke softly, not wanting to ruin the ambiance of the room currently, “you feelin’ okay?”

he shifted slightly, turning his head to you, opening an eye and beckoning you close to him with a twitch of fingers. “mhm yeah, c’mere, wanna feel you reinita.” he smiled seeing you move to him quietly, rolling to his side to gather you in his arms. “there you are amiga, how’s my favorite girl?” he brushed his long legs against your equally bare ones. you both left as much skin out as possible when cuddling, which resulted in only undergarments being worn around.

you smiled softly, moving stray hairs away from his face, kissing his chin, “i’ve been okay,” your eyes glittered when you felt him trace little patterns on your back, “you sore again?” and at his eyes leaving yours, you rolled him on his stomach, “shoulda told me sweetheart.”

walking to the bathroom to get the argon oil you regularly use on your own tattoos, you hear him groan out a, “but i wanted to hold you bomboncita! come back,” you walked in to him kicking his legs like a child. you swatted at them, making him still.

“i can’t cuddle someone who’s tense! relax, it’ll only take a minute,” you straddled his thigh, dripping oil into your palm and getting to work.

sero’s tattoo always made your heart flutter. the big piece always drew your eye, almost beckoning you to kiss and muzzle it when his back was to you. it spanned his back, creeping into his shoulders and arms a bit, and if you look carefully, you can even see it peeking over his shoulders from the front. he’d told you before some of the skin is sensitive, so getting the chance to help it shine a bit more always told you about some of his tender spots.

rocking back and forth, you were so enraptured in the pretty ink, you barely noticed your panties being stained by your wetness until you heard a questioning hum come from sero’s prone body. it makes you stop a bit and settle yourself down more, jerking when you do and lean forward again. continuing to hand hands up and down and across his back, you still rock on his thigh, surely it’s glistening under you because of how soaked your undies are. you try to stifle any notices but they can’t be helped when you feel him clench up, giving a harder surface to grind on.

his voice almost makes you stop, calling, “keep going mi reinita,” but it spurred you on more, making you a little one track minded as you butterflied your legs to get better control, one hand on his lower back, the other moving your panties to the side before settling in the covers. “good gir- hey! don’t bite you lips, i want to hear you.” you had covered your teeth with your lips as always, and him knowing you so well made your heart flutter, so your next sound came out a bit punched out and you could see his fingers clench.

the impromptu massage turned into you getting off on sero’s toned thigh, stroking and scratching some of the skin on his lower back all while your head hung between your shoulders. little hums and breathy puffs of air escaped your lips, and it took everything in sero not to turn and pin you down. when your breaths got quicker and your hips got sloppier, he turned his head towards you, smiling softly at your heaving chest and open mouth, eyes barely cracked. “come on bomboncita, you can do it,” and his words must’ve helped because your legs clamped down a bit more, and he could feel the little heartbeat intensify.

you were almost there when you were flipped over to your back. it was sudden and made you dizzy, which only got worse when sero stuck long, thin fingers into your weeping hole, coaxing your orgasm again, whispered, “cum, mi cielito, all over my fingers,” and when you did, you felt your legs tossed over broad shoulders, and the taut hold on your panties get tighter.

he ran the head of his cock up and down your slit, teasing, pressing slightly into the hole, but never breaching. it was liable to drive you up the wall, so when your voice carried, “please sero, don’t tease me, wanna feel you,” he smirked.

taking your chubby cheeks between his fingers, he moved your face to his, calmly saying, “you know how to ask better that that,” continuing the motion he was repeating.

“please,” you gulped a bit, “please daddy, wan’ you to cum in me, please!” and with that your mouth hung open with a cut off squeal, him sliding in and immediately kissing your cervix. your body was tight before it collapsed, leaving you defenseless to his long thrusts, that only got deeper.

doing this only made him a bit bored, he wanted to see you worked up, wanted to see you struggle through sentences and gasp and ask him for that you needed. so he did.

leaning down, he knocked your legs from his shoulders into his elbows, threading fingers into your braids and tugging your face to his. he looked into your eyes from here, huffing when he saw how glazed they were, “you like that bomboncita? like your husband fucking you good like this?” your slack jaw only made your noises louder, but that wasn’t what he wanted. he patted your face with his fingers, knocking you from your haze, “i asked you a question mi alma, be good and answer.”

“yes- yes daddy, i lov- mm! love it a lot,” you heaved a sigh looking up at him, grabbing his neck and bringing him even closer to your shaking form, “dadd- papi, cum in me please, wan’ your cum in me s’ ba-ah fuck!”

he had cupped your head, bringing his other hand down to spank your thigh, “fuck mi amor, you want papi to give you a baby, hm? tell me.” hearing your voice crack, “oh! yes, yes, yes papi, gimmie a baby!” made him wild. flipping you into your hands and knees, he plunged back into you, lithe hands gripping your hips tightly, bringing you back onto him a bit harder. “gonna cum in you so deep, make you a pretty mommy,” he reached down dragging you up by your neck, placing his lips by your ear, “you ready for papi’s baby, mommy?”

his hand clutching your throat made you breathless and his hand spanking you from not responding on his time only made you hush a bit more, “yea-yes papi,” you strained out, smiling despite the airy quality to your voice, “s’ re-ready papi.” you put both hands on his forearm, keeping it there even if he did loosen his grip a bit.

he grunted into your ear feeling the way your walls clenched a bit having his hand around your throat still, “fuck mi alma, gonna give you pretty babies, keep you nice an’ full,” he dragged his hand from its position slapping your ass to your tummy, caressing it and squeezing any fat there, “can’t wait to see, mi amor. see my pretty mommy carry papi’s babies, plump and roun- oh shit!”

you had cub around him, body tensing and jerking uncontrollably. he was thrown off by the sudden tightness of your cunny, sucking him in and the feel of your runny cum sliding down his balls, wetting the covers. he knew it was the last stretch for him, calling your name he moaned into your ear, “one more for me, ay dios mio- milk papi’s dick, c’mon.” running fingers over your wet, pulsing bud, he made you jerk away, but held you still, getting you to cum again after that should be easy.

no matter how weak the orgasm felt to you, he felt it inside of you from the top of his head to the tip of his dick, spurting sticky cum all over your pulpy, sore walls. he caressed your neck when he heard your little gasp, looking down to your moving hands when you laid them on your mid tummy. “feel good, mommy? you like papi’s cum deep in you?” he kissed up your jaw.

you hummed lightly, “yeah papi, feel warm no-,” a yawn cut off your next words, “kinda sleepy now.” you felt his chuckle through your back.

“that’s okay, mi alma, rest,” he laid you down softly, pulling out of you and covering your leaking pussy with your panties again, watching them dampen even more when his cum leaked out, “keep that in you a bit longer, okay?” you nodded to him, closing your legs. “i’ll take care of you mommy, just rest.” and with that, you drifted to sleep.

I'll be your good girl Kento. 🥴🥴🥴🥴🔫🔫☠️☠️

It's Time To Do Your Thing

Day Ten: Cockwarming | 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

Kento Nanami x f!reader Genre: Smut Notes: There's just something about a manipulative authority figure... right? Warnings: 18+, dubcon/noncon, cockwarming, manipulation, coercion, praise, strip tease??, vaginal penetration, choking//collaring (he uses his tie), dacryphilia. Words: 1.9k

“Sit still for me sweetheart.” your superior commanded.

“’s too hard! Too hard Nanami!” you cried.

Nanami had invented a way to manipulate you into fucking him. And honestly; he was pretty proud of himself. When he approached you last week and offered some one-on-one training, you jumped at the chance. He may not be able to perform domain expansions like Gojo, but he’s still an amazing sorcerer. Who were you to turn down additional support? You’d do anything to get ahead in your career, and the better you were at using Jujutsu, the better help you’d be for your students.

You were grateful, albeit a little confused when he didn’t invite you out to go curse hunting. Instead, he drove you to his apartment. But that’s okay… Right? He probably has tools and things here he needs to get before he heads out. Although you’ve never actually seen him use anything besides that blunt, wrapped sword. But that’s okay too, just because he doesn’t use any other weapon isn’t to say he doesn’t have other weapons. It’s the only logical explanation as to why you were in his apartment right now. He was finding a spare tool just for you!

Alas, that suspicion was dashed as you watched Nanami remove his tie, calmly. Before you could ask what he was doing, he tied the spotty yellow accessory around your neck. You would have objected; but you were just totally lost for words at what was happening. When there was a secure knot around your neck, he tugged you closer to him.

“Please remove your clothes… Slowly.” he demanded. He backed away to form a gap between you both. He wanted to see you do as you were instructed and enjoy the display. He began unbuttoning the top button of his cobalt blue shirt.

“I don’t—”

“Speak up if you have something to say.” he interjected, insulting your whispering tone. You couldn’t help it. Your throat practically closed all on its own. “Confidence plays a role in Jujutsu, you know.”

“I d-don’t- why are you- how is this going to help?” you stuttered. His vision sharpened in on you. The stuttering displeased him, immensely. “I’m just not sure how removing our clothes is going to make me a better sorcerer.

“Are you questioning me?”

“N-No! I just—” you choked as you found yourself being dragged closer to the blonde man before you once again. He looked down sternly into your eyes, his lips in a tight line as he planned his next words. You knew he was preparing to chew you out. But what he was actually doing was attempting to come up with a plausible lie to manipulate you into thinking this is acceptable conduct from a superior.

“Jujutsu is all about endurance. Whoever has the weakest will to go on, less energy to fight, will lose. This is to help you. But if you’re too selfish…” he trailed off, knowing the idle threat of removing the opportunity from you would have you at his beck and call.

“’m not selfish! ‘m sorry Nanami, just didn’t understand! Please… Please help me. I’m so grateful, promise.” you whimpered pathetically. You even began to remove your clothing for him, just as he’d asked. Better late than never, he supposes.

He joins you in continuing to take off more articles of clothing. He’s satisfied with the speed you find yourself naked. While shirtless, he pauses to inspect your body. He has waited an awfully long time to see you like this. In this vulnerable, intimate state. And you’re too dense to realise it’s all a rouse. But he’ll never tell, and he’s sure you’ll keep it secret too. God forbid any of the higher ups discover his sick little plan. If you’re both careful, both smart about this, you could probably do this forever. You feel a little embarrassed under his harsh gaze, using your arms to cover whatever intimate areas as best you can. He tuts once and shakes his head.

“Don’t do that. You have a fine body, beautiful in fact.” he admits. You don’t really want to uncover yourself, but you do as he asks regardless. He raises his index finger, whistling as he spins it through the air. You obey his speechless command and spin around. You’re unsure if he wants you to do a 360˚ or 180˚. “Stop.” he speaks while your back is facing him.

He comes up behind you, palming his hands over the fat of your right ass cheek. He knows you’re only doing it because you’re uncomfortable, but he’s revelling in the way you’re squirming around under his touch. Has it been a while for you, perhaps? Just as it had been quite some time for him? You yip as you feel his palm collide with your soft flesh.

“I want you to remove my trousers and underwear for me.” he informs you. You’re spun around to be facing him, and soon he’s pressing down on your shoulders, indicating that he wants you on your knees. He doesn’t want his cock sucked. He knows exactly what he wants. But it will come, all in good time. He just wants to see how far you’ll go for this, for him.

Trembling fingers are working at the complexities of the material that his cock is straining against. He doesn’t mind that you are fumbling and taking too long. He knows this is a lot for you to handle out of the blue. He can see in the way your whole body shakes that you’re terrified, but he’ll be gentle with you – mostly.

Finally his member springs free and thumps against his chiselled body. Even he cracks a little smile on that serious expression when he notices your eyes bulge in fascination. The little patches of drool forming in the corner of your mouth don’t go unnoticed either.

It’s so pretty. The prettiest you’ve ever seen. If Nanami didn’t know any better, he’d thinking you were falling in love. He couldn’t believe you were genuinely salivating over his dick like this. What else were you meant to do? The tip was pink and pretty, the type of pink that makes you feel giddy. The head wasn’t particularly large, but had a beautifully distinct mushroom shape. The slit was delectable, too. A gorgeous hole that you wanted nothing more than to tease with your tongue. And it was already leaking for you. So pearly and drippy. The length was admirable, too. It was a just perfect girth; and not too veiny. Two distinct veins ran along the underside his his length.

You couldn’t take it anymore. You had to have it, to taste it. But before you could swallow him up, he yanked on your makeshift leash and tugged you away from his erection.

“Not today.”

“But—”

“This is business, not pleasure, remember?” he reminded you. You nodded, dumbly. How could you be so stupid? It was so amusing to him. His sweet, naïve girl. “When I sit down, you’re going to sink yourself down onto me.” he instructed. You squinted at him in confusion, it seemed like an over explanatory way of saying he wanted to have sex with you.

“You want me to ride you.” It’s a statement, not a question. Because that is what it sounds like he wants, but he shakes his head. What a silly girl you are. There’s more to life than fucking.

“I just want your cunt wrapped around me.”

Your knees were either side of his thighs as your pussy enveloped his desperate, wanting cock. It shocked you that Nanami was such a gentle kisser, very sweet and tender. Even as he moved from your lips to other parts of your body, he was never rough with you. Featherlight kisses worked down to your neck, your shoulders, and eventually the soft flesh of your breasts.

This is the extent of your encounter, this is all you’d been doing with him for the last half an hour. His lips and wet tongue felt perfect around your protruding nipples; but now it was nowhere near close to enough. You were so full, full of him, and yet there was no relief. His cock head was nuzzled in snuggly against your g-spot. It would be so easy for him to fuck up into you, granting both the release you desperately craved. But he had forbade it. He stilled your attempt at riding him by digging his fingers into your hips and slamming you back down in place.

“Sit still for me sweetheart.”

“’s too hard! Too hard Nanami!”

It was embarrassing. Wriggling around in his lap like a desperate virgin. It was out of your control now. Your cunt was soaking wet because of him and he could feel the way your sopping walls clenched around him. Even he has to admit that he can barely hold himself back anymore.

“You’re never going to reach my level if you can’t endure. A little pathetic aren’t you, hm?” he taunts. It’s mean an unnecessary, but it’s all part of a larger scheme. If you feel like you’ve failed, you’ll be desperate to do it again and prove him wrong. And he can keep up this charade for as long as he can get away with.

“I- I can’t! Nanami please, I can’t wait any longer. Fuck me! I need it, need it s’bad!” you are nearly screaming as you beg and plead with him to make your dreams a reality. He hushes you as he repositions himself ever so slightly. He needs to get a more comfortable angle if he wants you to see what he’s truly capable of. Nanami kisses the shell of your ear a few times and coos. He’s going to make it better, he’s going to make you feel better.

“So obedient for me angel, aren’t you?” he whispers to you, bouncing you lightly on the length of his cock. It’s not enough, you know it and he knows it. He’s just getting started. He picks up the pace as he aligns his mouth to whisper into your ear once again. “You’re such a good girl when you’re begging for cock.” the vibrations of his voice traverse directly into your ear canal and make you shudder. He grunts harshly as his whispering results in your cunt clamping him in a vice grip once again.

“Wanna be a good girl… Wanna be a good sorcerer!” you explain. He shushes you again and praises you for your determination. His thumbs are put to use when tears spill from your eyes; the pleasure of his cock finally pleasing you feeling so heavenly and so intense all in one.

“Good girls… Good sorcerers can endure their training. Good girls aren’t desperate to get fucked by their superiors.” he hums. He does feel a little guilty. He’s chastising you for no good reason, after all. He wanted this just as much as you did – if not more so, in fact. But the way you sniffle at his words dashes any guilt he felt. You really are a good girl.

“’m sorry N-Nanami. I’ll do- I’ll do better n-next time! Promise!” you stutter, hoping to get your point across. You know you’re understood when his index finger and thumb find your chin, tilting your face to his. His lips meet yours in another sweet, delicate kiss.

“Ah, yes.” he begins, “Clever girl. Next time.”

© 2021 fuwushiguro

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☠️⚰️🥴🤤🥵🙏 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 ♡

Get That Bred

Pairing : Mirio Togata x Reader

Word count : 3.4k

Tags/TWs : MDNI 18+, hybrids (bull!mirio), breeding, daddy kink, reader is AFAB but no gendered pronouns are used, dumbification, use of pet names like cow, heifer etc, barebacking, creampie, tummy bulge

AN : bull hybrid mirio has been living in my brain for the past month, and today i finally snapped, so go ahead and enjoy this feral bullshit (aha) @m-mortimer @selfishwitch come get y'all bull mirio food!!

When your friend had begged you to become a farm hand at their hybrid ranch, you hadn’t hesitated to help. After all, you'd be getting paid to have a little more exercise, and spend all day out in the fresh country air rather than cooped up at home. And for the first week, it was exactly what you had been anticipating. You spent your days in the barn, helping to feed and care for the adorable array of hybrids they had, from cute sheep, to the messy, but fun pig hybrids, everything had been in the realm of your expectations. Until the return of a certain hybrid, that is.

When you show up for work on a bright and early morning, you’re already well aware of your itinerary for the day. In your eagerness to see all the hybrids you’ve come to know so well, you almost miss the now locked door on a subsection of the barn. It’s been empty since you started working on the ranch, but today the wooden doors are firmly shackled shut, thick chains looping through the sturdy iron handles. You're shocked from your thoughts as soon as you hear a harsh exhale coupled with the loud sound of metal jangling emanating from within the locked pen, and it becomes obvious that whatever is in there clearly isn’t particularly happy.

You can’t help but shudder. It’s only a farm, what sort of hybrid needs to be kept under such circumstances? You try to shake the thoughts from your head as you get on with your work, tending to the sheep hybrids by cleaning out their pens and making sure they’re keeping well fed. You really do attempt to stop your eyes from wandering to the shackled door as you play with the little pig girls, who giggle and squeal as they splash about in the mud.

However your curiosity catches up to you when you cross paths with your friend in the farmhouse, and when you ask just what they have locked in the barn, at first all they respond with is a weary sigh.

“Honestly, he’s the reason I needed your help so desperately. We spent all our money on him, after all we were told that he’s a prized bull, the most pedigree of his kind. But he’s refusing to breed any of our cows, I mean, they’re all getting a little on the older side, sure, but every time we brought him one, he’d just turn up his nose and tell me that there’s 'no point wasting his cum on a cunt that will never give him anything worthwhile'.” Your friend pauses, their fingers pinching the bridge of their nose, “Which obviously didn't go down very well with our cows, he called one of them a “no good heifer”, she still hasn’t gotten over it. So we temporarily sent him off to another farm to see if they could have more success, but they've had the exact same problem. But because it’s been so long since he last had the opportunity to try and breed, he’s getting… Restless. And that makes him temperamental, and borderline aggressive. I can’t handle the rest of the farm and him all by myself, but you’ve been such an amazing help, I really can’t thank you enough.” Despite the bags that sit under their eyes, their smile is genuine, and the itch that had plagued your mind all day finally feels satiated.

Until you return to work the next morning to see the once sealed door wide open, and there crouched in the doorway, held back by a large chain attached from his nose ring to the wall behind him, is unmistakably the bull hybrid. You’re frozen in place, held captive under his intense stare as his eyes drag over your body, only stopping when they reach your groin, his nose exhaling so harshly you’re sure you can feel it dance across your now goose-pimpled flesh from where you stand meters away. You’re not sure what to take in first, your eyes moving from his shaggy blond hair, with a curly fringe that sits just above his surprisingly bright cerulean eyes, or the large horns that rise from his tousled tresses; which despite looking very deadly, you can’t help but wonder how they’d look with your fingers curled around them. But as your gaze wanders downwards, past the large metal ring that hangs heavy in his septum, you realise he’s entirely naked.

This really shouldn’t come as much of a shock, the majority of the animals in this barn forgo clothes too, but the difference is that none of them look like him. None of them are built like he is, with bulging muscles and a chiselled abdomen. None of them have such hulking, strong thighs. And absolutely none of them have cocks like that.

It looks painfully hard, the tip a deep, angry red as it twitches against his naval, thick translucent pre-cum oozing from the head and dripping down his shaft in a near endless stream. You’re so lost in marvelling over the cock before you that you don’t notice when your thighs rub together, nor do you mean to let out a sharp gasp when the seam of your work pants drags against your already aching clit.

But you do notice the loud huff that echoes through the barn, your eyes snapped out of their lust induced stupor just enough that you’re able to bring your gaze up to his face. He still has his eyes burning holes into the crotch of your trousers, although now there isn’t a sliver of blue left, his irises swallowed entirely by black.

For just a second, neither of you move, the distant sound of the other hybrids fades into white noise as your eyes flicker between his starved gaze, and the way his obscenely large cock jumps against his abdomen every time your thighs twitch.

The silence is broken the second your thighs part a mere inch, his response immediate as he jolts forward, only to be immediately yanked back by the chain secured to his nose ring.

“God, I hate this stupid chain,” Your eyes widen as he huffs at the metal, his large hands desperately yanking at it as though he could rip it from the wall. Although from the way his large biceps flex everytime he pulls on the sturdy metal, you wouldn't be at all shocked if he succeeded. His voice comes as a surprise too, you were expecting him to have a deep, gruff lilt to his tone, yet despite his size and stature you find yourself being drawn in by the slight playfulness to his voice.

The second you take a step towards him, his head snaps back to you, nostrils flaring. But to your dismay, he slowly starts to stalk backwards, keeping his eyes locked on your figure. He stops once he reaches the middle of his pen, bringing a hand up to make a “come hither” motion with thick, scarred fingers. Your feet move automatically, already having taken several steps before your brain has the chance to catch up and ask you what the fuck you think you’re doing walking right into the clutches of a chained up bull hybrid.

“Ah, ah, take it easy, little heifer, it’s in my genes to chase anything that moves too quickly, and I’d hate to scare you away.” His thinly veiled threat should terrify you, yet instead you only feel your underwear dampen further, your hands shooting down to grip the material of your trousers. Each tentative step you take towards him has your heart rate spiking ever higher, yet even that's not enough to stop you from moving to stand mere feet from him.

A sudden bang from behind has you jumping out of your skin, immediately turning around to see what caused the commotion, but before you have the opportunity to figure it out, you’re being knocked to the floor. The only thing stopping your head hitting the hay covered stone flags being a large hand, one resting over your forehead whilst the other gropes at your chest.

“Did no one ever teach you to never turn your back on a bull, doll?” You’re shivering in his hold, pinned between the floor and his overwhelmingly large body. His cock rutting against your clothed ass draws out an elongated whine from your lips, your brain trying to comprehend just how deep his cock would feel if it were to be buried inside of you.

“I’ve been waiting for so fucking long for a fertile cunt to breed, and then just when I feel like I’m truly about to lose my shit, I smell you. God, it drove me insane yesterday, knowing you were so close yet so far out of my reach,” his head lowers down until his breath harshly fans across your nape, shudders cascading down your spine in waves every time you feel his ragged breath wash over your skin.

“‘s why I asked to have the door open today. They were so hesitant to do it, but I laid it on real thick, all to see with my own eyes the cunt I was going to make mine. And now here you are, and you smell fucking devine.” You startle when his nose buries itself into your nape, inhaling deep lung fulls of your scent.

“Now the question is, are you going to be a good little cow and let me breed your pussy?”

It should be sad, the way you so desperately keen at his words, your hips trying their best to grind upwards against his cock from where you're pinned to the floor.

“Y-Yeah, I heard you’ve been r-really pent up, I just wanna help out.” He chuckles lowly in response, the hand resting against your forehead sliding down to your lips, your mouth immediately parting to welcome two of his thick digits.

“Yeah, I’m sure that’s the only reason you walked in here. I’m sure you didn’t want to be in this position right now, getting fucked so full of my cum you can’t even form a coherent thought. I’m sure you didn't dream about being my pretty little breeding cow the second you saw my cock. There’s no shame in admitting it, doll, because the sooner you do, the quicker you get to find out for yourself what it’s like to be bred by a bull like me.” Any lingering shame dissipates in an instant, now left only with an endless loop of his last sentence that dances torturously around your lust-addled brain. In your already mindless state, you attempt to respond to him, completely forgetting that two of his fingers are stuffed between your drool-slicked lips.

“Dumb little cow, you’ve got nothin’ in that pretty little head but thoughts of my cock, huh? Don’t worry, I’ll give you what you need, there’s no point in begging when I can smell how fucking wet you are.” His fingers withdraw from your mouth, briefly joining his other hand at your chest to pinch both your nipples between his fingers from overtop your shirt and bra, twisting the pebbled buds with little remorse. It’s not long before you’re whining again, pushing your chest further into his fingers.

“Please, take off my top? I wanna feel your hands on me properly, p-please?” Your words coax a mocking coo from his lips as his fingers form a tight grip on the material of your shirt.

“Don’t worry little heifer, I’ll make sure you never have to deal with the burden of clothes again, after all what need will you have for covering up when this is all I’ll end up doing?” Immediately after finishing his sentence, your shirt and bra have been ripped off your body with ease, standing little chance against the brute strength of the hybrid. With no barriers to dull the feeling of his touch, you’re now able to feel every rough callous on his fingertips as returns his hands to grope at your chest. His patience clearly wears thin, however, as he pushed you face first into the floor, caring little for your petulant groans of how itchy the straw feels against your bare chest.

“Soon all you’re going to feel is my cock spilling you open, the hay will be the least of your worries, sweetheart.” He’s leaning up now, still firmly sat on your upper thighs as though he’s trying to keep you there, although you both know there’s not a chance in hell you want to leave.

Your trousers and panties get the same treatment as your other clothes, all of which now lay scattered around you both. Now there’s truly nothing between you, there’s nothing to protect you from the feeling of his hot, thick cock that sits against your bare ass, the tip coming to rest on your lower back. You feel every vein, every ridge of his girthy shaft as it rubs against your skin, not able to hold back the deep gulp as his fingers pull apart your ass to slot his cock between the rounded flesh.

“You look so small like this, calf, I wonder how long you’ll last before my cock breaks you? I’m not even sure if I’ll be able to fit in this tight little hole.” He lifts himself off your legs, instead kneeling behind you as his hands grip your waist, pulling your hips upwards until you’re presenting your sopping pussy to his greedy eyes. You let out a stuttered moan as you feel one of his fingers drag through your folds to toy with your swollen clit.

“No fear, my little heifer, I’ll have you prepped to take my cock and cum in no time at all.” His tone is borderline jovial, a stark contrast from the harsh way two of his fingers sink into your cunt, immediately curling against your velvet walls. You’re unable to process anything but how full you feel, his thick fingers already proving to be a struggle to take as your pussy flutters and gushes around him in a desperate attempt to accommodate him.

“Listen to that, fuck, you’re making such a mess already, sweetheart, are you that eager to be fucked by a hybrid? How dirty,” his free hand lays a quick smack to your ass, delighting in the way the flesh jiggles in response, “No need to worry about you're dignity, once people see just how well trained you are for my cock, no one, especially not you, will doubt that you were made to be my little breeding bitch.”

You’ve barely gotten used to the two fingers that fuck into your dripping hole before he’s already adding a third, the stretch making you whine, whether in pain or pleasure you can’t even begin to tell. There’s nothing you can do but take whatever he gives you, and something about being completely at the mercy of someone so dangerous has you mewling against the floor.

“Can’t take it much more, need your c-cock, please mister!” He scoffs at the name, swatting your ass a little harsher.

“Not quite, heifer, since I’m about to fuck a calf into you, feel free to call me daddy.” His fingers pull from your leaking cunt, small grunts and huffs indicating that he’s most likely wrapping his arousal slicked hands around his shaft. You keep your face firmly pressed to the floor, your limbs too heavy to even think about moving them of your own accord. But soon the blunt tip of his cock is rubbing up the length of your slit, although not once does he make a move to dip into your hole as he watches you begin to writhe against the stone floor.

“Please, please daddy! I’ll be your good little cow, I’ll let you breed me so good, just need your cock now- ah-!” Your jaw falls slack in a silent scream as his tip pushes past the first ring of muscle, your nails desperately digging into the floor as you try to relax your pussy enough to take him. But he’s huge, and so unbelievably thick. It’s all encompassing, the feeling of his cock slowly sinking into you, inch by painful inch. You can’t tell up from down, and you don’t have a hope in hell of understanding the words he mumbles into the skin of your back, there’s nothing you can do but think of how fucking full you feel.

“‘urts! Daddy’s too big, s-so big.” Your whines go unnoticed as he continues to sink into you. But soon your walls refuse to accommodate any more of him, your cunt so tight even he can't help but hiss out a pained curse.

“C’mon little cow, relax for me. breathe a little slower, yeah?” He coaxes you into taking some deep, shuddering breaths, and slowly, you feel yourself become cognisant enough to unclench your muscles,

“There we go, such a good heifer for daddy, aren’t you? Gonna let me fill your womb with my cum, sweetheart?” He hums happily when you sluggishly nod your head in response. You’re just about to tell him to move a little further when suddenly the hold he has on your waist tightens, and then he’s slapping his hips against your raised ass. You’re not sure what’s louder, his deep growl, or the shrill scream that rips from your throat.

“Fuck yeah, couldn't help it, your greedy cunt just sucked me in so easily, god look at that, sweetheart.” One of his hands grips your throat, pulling up your body until your back is pushed against his chiselled chest.

“Look at that fucking bulge, my little cow’s stuffed so full of daddy’s cock, you’re gonna look so pretty carrying my calves, baby.” He immediately sets an unforgiving pace, his cock fucking into you so hard that the chain keeping him confined clangs loudly against the metal of his nose ring, the pen turned into a cacophony of his hips smacking against your ass mixed with high whines and deep grunts.

“And people have the audacity to say humans are the superior species, how fucking powerful are you like this baby? Reduced to my little cocksleeve with no effort, you’re nothing more than my obedient little breedin’ bitch.” You can’t find the words to respond, too engrossed in the way his girth stretches your hole, fucking you so full you’re not sure you’ll ever be content without his cock stuffed balls deep in your cunt. All it takes is a couple more brutal pumps of his hips and you’re creaming around his cock, tears pouring down your cheeks as your cunt spasms around his length. Yet he doesn’t stop, in fact his thrusts only increase in speed and strength as pushes your body back onto the floor, his arms caging you in to the stone flags, the position allowing him to fuck into you at a near inhuman pace.

“I’m not stopping until you’re thoroughly bred, little heifer, I don’t care if you cum so much you pass out. Your cunt is mine to fill, it doesn’t belong to you anymore, it’s fucking mine, all mine, and I’m gonna use it as much as I please.” The words have you cumming around his cock once again, the only sound you’re able to make is pitiful hiccuped sobs as you’re reduced to nothing more than his fleshlight. It’s maddening, the way you aren't able to catch a single second of reprieve, fucked into orgasm after orgasm until your brain is well and truly vacant, you’re barely present enough to remind your body to breathe. The concept of time has long since been lost to you, but after he’s pulled god knows how many climaxes from your limp, overstimulated body, you finally feel his hips begin to falter in their pace. His head falls against your nape as he thrusts once, twice, and then cums with a growl, unloading ropes of thick cum directly against your abused cervix.

“That’s it, there’s my good little cow, take all my fuckin’ cum,” he’s panting into your sweat soaked skin, slowly grinding his release as deep into your twitching cunt as it’ll go. And for a fleeting second, you wonder if that means you can finally have some time to try and catch your breath, but then you realise that his erection isn’t flagging, if anything he feels bigger, harder from where he’s buried inside of you.

“You aren’t going anywhere, heifer, I’ve got a lot of cum still left, and the night’s still young.” You’re barely able to react when you feel cold metal locking around your neck, accompanied by the familiar clanging of chains.

“Now look at that sweetheart, we match. You’re nothing more than a breeding hole for a bull hybrid, and I plan on making use of your fertile little cunt.”

© toshidou 2021

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izuku midoriya | tw!guns, single mom!reader, bouncer!izuku, domestic stuffs, tit sucking, mommy!calling ah, AND daddy!calling oh my, breeding kink, breaking the bed (futon). minors dni!

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“When’s the last time someone touched you like this, hmm?”

The alley is dark.

There's a disconcerting feeling as you step deeper into the quiet darkness,

You turn to look at the door you entered this dank place from, but it's just as dark and grimy as the walls. You're almost positive that if you rested a hand against them, it would return pitch black, and if you stood in one spot for more than five minutes, the sticky booze would glue your heels to the floor. You're surprised when it doesn't.

"Hand over your wallet and no one gets hurt, pretty lady."

He's a smarmy looking bastard and as thin as they come. It’s clear this isn’t something he does on the regular, the pointed gun quivering so much you worry a trembling might slip and pull the trigger. And you fucking freeze, blood running below zero and heart plummeting because why you?

And fuck, you’ve got a kid at home with a babysitter, and there are many outcomes to this situation, none of them too cute.

"I said hand it over," he grunts, pressing forwards. Your back hits the grimy brick wall as your eyes dart to the mouth of the alley, where life continues, where cars race past, but no one sees a damn thing. Fuck. Fuck.

And it's not like you have much—hell, you may be a mother, but you know how to party. You squeeze your eyes shut, grip tightening around your purse as you clumsily fumble through it and the man steps closer. You toss all you have to his feet. A fucking twenty. He raises an eyebrow before eyeing your watch. He lets out an unimpressed snort.

"That it?"

You nod, taking a shaky step back.

"Well, that ain't fuckin' enough."

There's a click and you're positive it's him turning off the safety. His face twists like he's about to shoot a bullseye, and you squeeze your eyes as tight as they can go.

Until the looming shadow of the stranger disappears, followed by a sound that's distinctly skin on skin. Er—skin on bone.

You don't watch the fight. Frankly, you don't want to, and you still get to hear your protector spew a litany of curses and disrespectful phrases that should really only come from someone's mother. You don't even open your eyes, still screwed shut with a vice grip around your purse and wallet.

"Um, excuse me Miss? Are you alright?"

Your protector's eyes are much bigger than you expect them to be—and green. You realize you remember seeing those eyes, hardened from across the club.

He's hesitant to touch you, hands rising and falling and rising again. Though you suppose a hug seems like it'd be a little abrasive, it also sounds like the exact kind of thing you need right now.

"U-Um, yeah I'm..." you start, before noticing your attackers body bloodied and wrapped like a pretzel on the ground. "...Fine..."

He sounds like he's going to pass out—he doesn't.

"We should um, we should get you home," As he speaks, the greenette shuffles you out of the alley and into the streetlamp light, blinking himself out of something before holding a meaty hand out of formality. "I'm Izuku by the way. Izuku Midoriya."

For such a big guy, Izuku seems rather timid, and yet, seeing him at the entrance with crossed arms in a black tee and a scowl in the club doesn't give you much insight into his personality. Which makes you wonder why he became the club's bouncer in the first place.

"Um, nice to meet you," you nod, trying to suppress the shake in your hands as you take his. "Y/N."

Izuku smiles at that, and even though you're a regular, you've never actually seen him beam on the job. "Cool! Cool, so...um, I don't really feel comfortable letting you walk home...alone..."

You nod—he panics as if you aren't already on board.

"'Cause it's like, a conscience thing, you know? Like, I really won't be able to sleep tonight otherwise," Izuku defends, shoving a clumsy hand in his green curls. "B-But if you don't feel comfortable with it, or something, that's totally fine! I know what you just experienced was horrible, and you probably do—"

"Izuku."

"Yeah?" He perks up. It seems as if the circuit his mind runs finally comes to a stop.

"I'd...feel more comfortable if you walked me home. Too."

Your innards ache at the stiffness in both your voice and figure, but Izuku doesn't seem to notice. Instead, he beams, standing ten feet taller, and you think—yeah. You'd feel much safer if he did.

"O-Okay! Cool!" He confirms a bit stiff himself, and then, in a smoother motion, holds his hand out to take. "Shall we?"

Your red palm claps over his, and you snort quietly, "We shall."

You two walk in a surprisingly comfortable silence for the beginning of the walk—you lead the way and he silently trails behind, glaring daggers at any passerby with lingering eyes as you march on, unknowing.

"So um, do you come to Club 777 often?"

Which is a question you know he knows the answer to, completely aware you almost come every Saturday. But you smile at his attempt to start a conversation anyways, hands tucking underneath your armpits in search of warmth.

"Yeah, sometimes. Just trying to get out and stuff. Y'know, away from the kid."

"I get that," he nods with a smile, before tugging at the hem of his hoodie. "Oh! Are you cold? Here—wait, let me."

He shucks it over your head and your positive it messes up your hair. But you find that you don't care much, especially in favor of the warmth that it provides.

And then, "You have a kid?"

"Yep," you say, tucking your fists into the jacket pockets. "A big two-year-old potato waits for me back home."

"Oh," Izuku chortles at your description before tucking his hands into his jean pockets too. Licking his lips, his eyes dart to the street, "I...assume your boyfriend watches him for the night? Or husband or whoever."

"Uhm, not quite," you chuckle towards your feet, though it's a touch acrid. Izuku picks up on it immediately.

"Oh I'm so sorr—I didn't kno—"

"It's fine, Izuku really—"

"I—but I shouldn't even be assuming what if you had a wife or girlfriend or—" he takes a second to gasp, and your eyes widen in fear that he'll choke, "—or if they're nonbinary or—"

"Izuku," you knock him on the shoulder and he finally shuts up. "It's fine. I get it all the time."

He falters, but at least he seems to relax. "Really?"

"Yes," you giggle behind a hand, and the greenette smiles at it.

"O-Okay, cool."

Flecks of gold swim in Izuku's green irises and you find yourself noticing them now, suppressing the urge to advance closer for a better look. You stare long enough to watch his smile relax into a comfortable line, but you snap out of it once he kicks a rock, the sound of the gravel skittering across the floor tugging you out of your reverie.

"I'm not very good with kids, y'know," he says as an afterthought. You snort.

"Really?"

"Yeah, I mean," he scratches the back of his neck sheepishly. "Like what am I supposed to feed it? French fries?"

"Toddlers aren't it's, Izu." You can't tell if he flushes from the nickname or from what you said, but either way, it's enough to prompt another laugh. "And maybe start with baby food?"

"Ah," Izuku nods, and you guide him in turning a corner. "That would make sense.

"It would."

By the time you stop in front of your red front door, it's almost three am. You figure you caught Izuku right after he got off work, if the cheesy All Might sweatshirt you're wearing is any evidence of that, but either way, he looks like he's about to fall flat on his face.

"You can stay for the night, if you want," you offer, albeit meekly, and Izuku lifts two hands with insistence.

"Oh! No no no please, I'm fine," he shakes his head so quickly his curls bounce in a flurry, and you genuinely worry he's going to pass out when he tries to blink himself awake. "Just...not used to staying up this late is all."

"Then stay," you offer with a shrug, and your orange porch light flickers. "It's the least I can do. I've got a bed and a futon, and I'm fine with sleeping on either."

"I..." Izuku's green eyes flicker towards your door before back to you, "I really shouldn't. I'm a stranger an—"

"And I'm offering."

Izuku's eyebrows fold with the dilemma, but you grab his hand with a tug and a smile, while your free one shoves the keys into the door. "C'mon. Let's get you some rest, yeah?"

You can't tell if Izuku blushes or if it's just the lighting, but either way, his chest inflates in protest before deflating in resignation.

"Okay."

With a smile, you turn the doorknob. Your door has always taken some shoulder to get open, so you don't hesitate in shoving your collarbone into the hardwood. Izuku cringes at the sight.

"Mama!"

Your hit in the legs first, nearly stumbling back with a quiet oof. You look down to see Max wrapped around your legs like you're a fucking jungle gym, grinning with two missing teeth and a bandaid over his nose.

It's three am.

"I'm done," your babysitter grunts. "He doesn't listen when I tell him to bathe, eat, anything—I fucking quit."

And with that, they slam the door behind them, house rattling under the pressure. You sigh. There goes another one. Fuck.

"Well that wasn't very nice," Izuku grumbles under his breath disapprovingly. You smile at the arms crossed over his chest until Max peeks around your legs to see...

"A new daddy?"

"I—no, baby," you fight the embarrassment (and the urge to say you fucking wish) by picking the little one up by his armpits, smiling when he thrusts his hands in the air and goes weee! After he's comfortably cradled in your arms, you say, "He's just staying the night."

"Like daddy did!" Max defends with a giggle before rushing the greenette with open arms. Izuku just looks at you with a shrug before kneeling to take a hug to the chest as Max chants, "New daddy! New daddy!"

And, well. There's no stopping him now.

You peel your heels off your cramping feet and sigh at the fucking freedom, toes uncurling from the scrunched position it feels like they've been holding the entire night. You curse under your breath when you realize since Max is awake you've got to put him to bed too, and honestly, if you knew this babysitter was going to be just as useless as the others, you would've just let Max run fucking free while you lived life for a few hours. Not like that outcome would be any better.

"Alright Maxie, c'mon."

You take him away from his celebration with the greenette and though he pouts, he allows his mother to gather him in her arms.

"Do you um, need help?"

You turn to see Izuku awkwardly shifting in the doorway from the request, hands behind his back with pursed lips. You shake your head.

"Oh no, it's fine. I just have to put him down really quickly and then I'll be—"

"Mama, I'm hungry. I want chicken nuggies." Max loops his arms around your neck and tugs so hard you worry about your bones. You shake your head with a sigh and a pout.

"It's too late for you to be up, bud. You can have chicken nuggies for lunch tomorrow. Sound like a plan?"

But goodness. In this state, it'll take hours for him to relax—and you still have to unfold the futon for Izuku.

Max whines and kicks his legs but doesn't say no, meaning he's not really that hungry, he just wants to stay awake. "But—but what if new daddy's gone in the morning like the last one?"

Fuck.

"Max," you sigh, giving him a light shake so his matching eyes look into you yours. You speak a little softer, "Izuku's not your new daddy, okay? He's a houseguest."

Max's face drops. "Not eve—"

"No, Maxie," you sigh, squeezing him on the shoulder. "Now let's go to bed, okay?"

"I can—I can put him down if you'd like! So you can get into something more comfortable and stuff. I mean, I've never worn a dress but sweats are so much better, you know? Or shorts, or...whatever you wear to sleep."

You understand the many points he's trying to get across, one being that's he's not a creep, just a nice guy, and you suppose you and Max can live in your "new daddy" fantasy for a little longer. Even if you know this one will be gone by morning.

"Um, okay yeah," you say, voice a little thin, before handing your child over to the greenette—who bounces into his arms excitedly. "I'll be back, then? His room is down the hall to the right. The one with the race car bed."

Izuku's eyes narrow as he processes your directions. "Down the hall to the right—okay! I'll just go take this little guy to bed, then."

"Okay, thank you," you nearly bow, because Izuku just saved both of you so much time and he doesn't even understand how. "Oh! And good luck."

"Good...luck?"

"Yep!" You say with a wink and a pat on the back before scooping your heels and booking it back to your bedroom with a cackle. Time to get out of this dress. Fucking finally.

You realize that being alone is much more unsettling when you've had a gun held to your head today.

Every little noise just seems off, like it could belong to something more than it actually does, even the silence; you find yourself shoving your head through your t-shirt abnormally fast, eyes blinking to take a survey of the room to ensure that you're alone. You are. It's fine.

And that's what you tell yourself when you close your eyes to run a wet rag over your face, and again with the dry one. All of a sudden, you don't like the way your bathroom window faces the open backyard nor do you like how dark it is outside. You don't like how big your bed looks, and goddammit, you haven't even gotten into it yet.

Pushing all uneasy thoughts aside, you stumble out of your bedroom with a fresh face and a new outfit, stilling in Max's doorway when the greenette doesn't notice you. Resting against the frame with crossed arms, you smile.

"I do so like green eggs and ham! Thank you! Thank you, Sam-I-am. You know, when I was a kid I—oh, he's asleep."

Izuku tucks the snoring boy in his lap under the covers with a gentle grin, pulling them underneath his chin. The greenette takes a second, watches Max's chest rise and fall a few times, before ruffling the tuft of hair on his head with a snort, and walking away.

You don't even think Izuku sees you until he practically sashays out the door, winking, "Good luck, huh?"

To say you go red in the face from that is an understatement.

"How do you do this?"

"Do what?" You ask as you pulling the futon in your living room forwards. Izuku yawns before gesturing to the clock with a shake of his head.

"Take care of a kid, and work, and go to a bar every Saturday evening? It's four am, and something tells me you've been up for a while. I'm practically dead and I wake up at one pm every day!"

You chuckle at that, jumping on the bed with your hands and knees to ensure its lays flat...and ensure that it won't make an Izuku sandwich at seven in the morning. "You build up stamina after a while, I guess."

"No shit," he gestures to you as you utilize the entire length of your body to put the sheets on the mattress. He would help, but you told him no, insisting that he'd only make this take longer. "Are you sure you do—"

"Nope," you huff, clapping your hands together. "I'm done."

Izuku blinks at the made bed, to you, to the made bed again, and then back to you with wide eyes.

"Mommy magic."

"I—" you blink towards the ceiling to see if that even makes sense, but you figure fuck it, it's four am, with a snort. "Yeah, sure. Whatever you want to call it."

In reality, you feel like you're about to pass out.

"Um, so I don't really have pj pants and I don't think you'll have any that'll fit, so..."

"Yeah no, I definitely burned all the shit my ex left—"

"Aha okay, cool, um, so just boxers...are fine...?"

He looks down at his black jeans and back to you, raising an eyebrow. You toss a nonchalant shrug in return, and you hate to say it, but your inner school girl goes—dick outline.

"O-Okay, then," Izuku says, and you watch his hands curl around the waistband. "I'm just gonna—"

He shucks his pants so hard they hit the floor, and your eyes widen because...well...looks like he's just gonna do it then.

Until Izuku's hands rush to cover his crotch (which you weren't peeking at, you weren't) and you realize that maybe you should've stepped out of the room or something.

"U-Um—that was fast—"

"I thought—thought you were going to uhm, turn around," he flushes, a funny contrast to the way his muscles fold under that black shirt, and your feet move to turn around like he ordered you to do it.

"Sorry! So sorry," you try to apologize, but now his dick print is burned in your brain, and...it isn't that bad.

"It—It's fine! I'm in the bed now so, you can turn around."

You laugh awkwardly and scuffle to turn, as you do, and Izuku beams at you from the bed with a wave.

"Hi," he says, his lower half-tucked under the covers. You wave back.

"Hi."

Izuku's eyes dart to you living room tv before the come back to you. "So uhm, I guess this is goodnight?"

"Oh right," you perk up at that, hands rubbing the sides of your thighs like there's something on them. "Time to go to bed, right?"

"Uh, yeah!" He nods, chest shuddering before he says, "so uh, sweet dreams?"

You smile tight at the kind gesture, and your hands opt to pull at the hem of your shirt instead, eyes drifting to an old pile of records you haven't regarded in months. "Thanks! You...too?"

Izuku smiles, though his eyes drift, "Yeah..."

You beam back. You figure you should probably go now, or something, until you think of something and slam a fist into your palm. "Oh! Also, I meant to thank you for saving me. I'm not sure if I did that. Did I do that?"

The greenette shrugs, "Uh, I think so?"

"Okay! Okay. Cool," you nod, flashing a tight smile. "Mmk. Night Izuku."

"G'night."

And see, you would move—except it seems as if your feet are glued to the floor and won't move no matter how hard you try, to the point where it feels like your straining and they're going numb, and yet you're still staring at Izuku's pretty fucking face.

"C'mon," he chuckles, scooting over on the futon to make extra space for you. "If you take all day, the beds gonna get cold, and then I'm going to have to crawl into yours like a creep."

"Oh my fucking god," you snort one breath and move to flick off the lights before stumbling through the darkness for the futon. "You're so weird."

"Weird in a good way, I hope," he lifts the blanket and you slide under—and swear your knee grazes his before it's snatched away.

"There's no weird in a bad way," you say once you've settled comfortably, tucking your hands under your head as you lay on your stomach. Izuku mimics your position, though he takes up much more of the blanket, and you find that it drapes over you like a tent over his shoulders. Neither of you close your eyes, for some reason.

"Hi," Izuku whispers.

"Hi," you smile back.

"Okay," he huffs, face twisting in determination, "Now it's goodnight."

"Right," you nod, but your eyes don't close. "Goodnight. Of course."

"Don't let the bedbugs bite," he says with a chuckle, and you can't tell if his eyes flicker to your lips or if you imagine it. Either way, you look them just in case.

"I better not have bedbugs," you snort. "I clean this place like a motherfucker."

Izuku's nose twitches at that with a nod. Moonlight pours into your living room and colors his pale skin silver, though you figure it won't take the sun much longer to color it a strawberry pink. "You really do. It's...different when it's quiet."

"Yeah," you agree, placing your hands on his chest. It shudders under your palms. "Kinda personal, huh?"

"Mhm," he nods, and though his hands wrap around your wrists, they never pull them away. You lift an eyebrow.

"A bad personal?"

Izuku doesn't hesitate, breath nearly ghosting your lips as he says, "Hardly."

"Would you..." now it's your chests turn to shudder, and sliding a hand up to play with his ear, you bite the bullet. "Like to get more personal?"

Izuku's lips melt into a grin against yours, "I'd love to."

His lips are softer than you thought.

Maybe because you assumed all of him was a bumbling mess, including his chapstick application; but they're fucking pillow-soft, and you don't realize how deprived you are until his hold around your body turns from protective to sensual and you melt from his heat.

"Fuck," Izuku huffs between kisses, growling when your grip around his neck tightens. "Watching you from across the club for weeks can do a thing to a guy's patience, you know."

"Oh?" You snort as he presses enthusiastic open-mouthed kisses down the column of your neck, hot and wet, and painful once his teeth dig into your collarbone. "A-Ah, Izuku—no marks."

"O-Oh! Sorry," he pulls away, lips red and swollen, and shiny with spit. You smile at the reaction.

"'S okay, Baby," you giggle at the speed to which his muscles go lax, and his eyes droop to your chest when you scratch the back of his head.

"Can I—can I suck your tits?"

He asks so bashfully it's nearly innocent, and you find your eyes dropping to your chest along with his before you're ditching his All Might sweatshirt all together.

"God," Izuku's eyes flutter as he gathers your breasts in both palms, groaning at the sight. "They're fucking perfect."

You shudder as his thumb ghosts a nipple, and Izuku dips an experimental hand under your lacy bra and pinches. Hard.

Your thighs jolt and hands fist the sheets, and a moan comes from the back of your throat before you can stop it. Izuku's hand rocket to cover your mouth.

"Shh—you don't wanna wake him up, do you?"

You shake your head, but it's hard to keep quiet when your nipples are as sensitive as they are. Izuku doesn't seem like he really means that statement, though, lowering his head with a devilish grin as if he knows that for himself.

“Sensitive, Mommy?”

“O-Oh um,” you flush at the nickname, and even more so when his lips close around your nipple and suck. Tangling a hand in his hair, you sigh, “Yeah, a little.”

Izuku hums at that, eyes fluttering to watch you bite your bottom lip in a poor attempt to muffle a moan, hissing as his teeth dig into the hardened bud. He pulls off with a slurp and moves to the other, but not without a few kisses across your chest.

“When’s the last time someone touched you like this, hmm?” Izuku nearly growls out before biting into the opposite nipple, and you shudder as he dips a scarred hand down the waistband of your shorts and panties. He chuckles after sliding a finger through your slit. “So wet for me.”

“It—It’s been a second,” you sigh, grip tightening around his shoulders as he slides a finger in. Even Izuku has to bite a lip at your tightness in anticipation, mouth descending over your nipple once more to send frissons of fire up your spine.

“No shit,” he grunts around your nipple, curling his finger. You gasp. “Think I can fit another one in there?”

“Why don’t you try?” You giggle, but it dissipates into nothing but air as he does, his two fingers filling you up enough to elicit a sigh.

“How’s that?” He breathes, face hovering over yours. As your hands coil around his neck, his free one reaches for your inner thigh and pulls it back far enough to give him a better angle as he presses you into the mattress.

“Good, it’s good,” you nod, and your hips start to move on their own, bucking forwards as if there’s any more finger left for you to fuck. (Spoiler: there’s not.)

“Good,” he breathes, eyes going glossy as he watches you writhe under him. You're positive that you're carving painful red lines into his back, but considering the way his eyebrows fold every time you do, makes you wonder if he doesn't mind. "Fuck I can't wait to fuck you—I can fuck you, right?"

"No Izuku, I'm just letting you finger me for fu-u—fuck."

He slides in a third finger and for some reason, it burns a little—but the burn only makes your eyes roll further, and he's stuffing you with a chuckle.

"What was that?"

"I-I—you're not pla—playing very fair," you huff, chest shuddering as he tilts your hips higher for a better angle. You suppress a scream when his fingers curl, jolting forwards at such a speed it makes the futon creak. Izuku tightens his grip around your waist to keep you from going too far.

"No one said anything about being fair, Mommy," he teases, and you whine when he removes his fingers, tapping them against your lips. "C'mon, you gotta get 'em wet so I can fuck you, right?"

You nod at the idea, enjoying the idea of being filled up much more, and coat his fingers to the point where they're dripping when he pulls him out. Izuku's chest rumbles.

"So good for me," he purrs, using your spit to coat his cock before he's sliding his head between your folds—you shiver, grabbing onto his back again. "Ready?"

“Mhm,” you nod, spreading your legs further—though you swear they do that on their own.

“Oh my, you’re um...tight...”

You whimper from the stretch and look between your legs, eyes widening upon seeing that Izuku’s much bigger than you had anticipated. Or had been warned of.

“F-Fuck, I can’t—“

“Shhhh, it’s okay, just a little more, okay?” Izuku nearly whispers into your lips as his hands move to rub your shuddering sides. Your eyes screw shut, “Jus’ a little more, Mommy...”

Izuku pushes deeper and you’re being split in half—because what else could that burn be—but you’ll admit, the feeling of accomplishment you receive once he bottoms out is surreal.

“Good—Good girl,” Izuku’s nearly quivering and plants his hands on both sides of your head with a huff.

“I-Izu,” you whimper as he starts to move, feeling impossibly full no matter how far he pulls out. Izuku shudders, mouth rounding into an ‘o’ when his hips slowly start to gain rhythm, and though it’s loud, you know the creak of the futon is unavoidable. You squeal as his head hammers into your cervix, pulling out a wanton Daddy before you have half a mind to shut the fuck up. You nearly freeze, and yet, all Izuku’s hips do is speed up.

“Yeah? Want me to be your new Daddy?” He moans, and you dig your nails into his back with a nod. The greenette curses at that, biting his bottom lip and his hand drops between your legs to rub at your clit. With thighs seizing around his waist, you slam a hand over your mouth to keep yourself quiet.

“Fuck—I make you feel that good, Mommy?” Izuku nearly wheezes, eyes suppressing the urge to screw closed, “So good you can’t keep your pretty mouth shut?”

“Y-Yeah, I—“ you gasp when he lifts your hips off the bed for a better angle, hands fisting the sheets. “Harder, Daddy—“

“Oh Mommy, if I go any harder I think I might break this bed,” he says, borderline bashful, but you find yourself saying fuck the bed as your hips buck in search of a feeling he refuses to give you. Izuku’s chuckle strains as he says, “So needy, Mommy. You that needy for my cum?”

Clawing at his back, you try your damnest to stutter out a yes. Izuku chuckles at your desperation before he cuts himself off with a groan, eyes rocketing to where you’re both connected as you tighten around him.

“F-Fill me up, I wanna—“

“You want another baby, Mommy?” Izuku pants, and you’re so close you start to feel a buzz in your thighs, praying he isn’t too far behind. You nod vehemently with a gasp and his lips slide into an exhausted smile, "Fuck, of course you do—and you’re gonna take me so well, aren’t you? All of it.”

Izuku finishes his sentence with a growl, pressing you further into the mattress—it squeaks like a squeaky wheel, and when it thunks a level lower both of you yelp, the back of the futon thumping on your hardwood floor with each thrust.

“Told ya,” Izuku wheezes, eyes scrunching in a chuckle. You return it.

“It—It’s old anyway,” you reply, but your eyebrows fold as quickly as they unfold from the crash. The creaking futon increases in pitch as his hips pick up the pace, “Fuck—fuck Izuku I’m gonna cum.”

“What’s my name?” The greenette challenges, and you find yourself shivering at the dominance he exudes. The finger on your clit disappears and you whine, knowing damn well you can’t cum without it.

“Daddy—Daddy please—“

“Good—fuck, so good for me,” his hand returns to your clit and you sigh at the feeling. As the coil in your gut threatens to snap, his hips speed up, and Izuku pants, “We’re gonna cum together, yeah? Cum with me Mommy, c’mon—“

“Fuck!” You drag red lines down Izuku’s back as you quake under the weight of your orgasm, broken bed whining as Izuku thrusts all his weight into you. Digging his teeth into your shoulder, the greenette cums with a broken moan, hips stuttering into yours for the final time that night.

The room fills with a comfortable silence, minus the panting, and Izuku rolls onto the mattress next to you with a bounce. It creaks, whines, and then drops again, catching both you and the greenette by surprise. (Again.)

“I think—I think we broke it,” Izuku says towards the ceiling as he catches his breath. You giggle at that, hands laid across your sweaty stomach, and turn to him with your head in the pillow.

“Gives me an excuse to buy a new one,” you say with a shrug. Izuku chuckles back.

“I guess,” he teeters his head to both sides. “I can...also pitch in, if you want. Since I broke the thing. Technically.”

His offer sounds apprehensive as if he’s encroaching in your space, as if he hasn’t been all up in your space less than a minute ago. You smile. “I’d like that a lot, actually. Thanks.”

"And um, breakfast? I mean," he snorts, though it seems rather defensive, and his eyes rocket to the ticking clock on your wall. Your eyes follow: five am. "I mean—fuck um, I feel like this might be weird but I think you're cool? Um, yeah, so breakfast, I can make it if you want because you're so busy being motherly and stuff and plus, it's Sunday but again, if you don't wan—"

"Izuku," you giggle, wrapping your arms around his gut with a little squeeze. "Breakfast sounds nice."

The greenette beams and his chest stutters. "O-Okay cool! Cool, cool. Breakfast then?"

You snort, driving your palm into his face to shut him the fuck up. "Goodnight, Izuku."

Izuku giggles, getting the message, and coils his arms around your shoulders to provide a comfort you haven't felt in a very, very long time.

"G'night Mommy."

Just..RUIN ME! 🥴🥴🍓🥵⚰️

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d.kaminari and h.sero | f!reader + corruption + weed/shotguning + praise + threesome + more! minors dni!

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"I knew I wanted you the second I saw you."

Denki’s addicted to the pre-concert high.

His veins hum with a song that has yet to start, fingers drumming some mixed beat on the body of his electric guitar as he assumes his place on the dark stage. The theater’s dead silent, the room suspended in a titilating anticipation—and the steady rhythm Denki's heart dissapates into chaos when the faint crack of Eijirou's drumsticks bounce off the walls, and the click in his earpiece begins.

Eijirou hits the kick drum once. Twice. Then his hands fly across the set in a flurry, the rolling beat echoing into the packed arena and spurring the crowd to explode, fans flying to their feet to render their vocal cords for the night.

As the other instruments fill the blank space, Denki's hand grips the back of his guitar's neck, on hold for his solo, and by the time the electric blond steps up to the mic, pavlov's theory has already kicked in overdrive.

"Who’s ready to feel good tonight?”

“Dude, I’m on fucking fire!” Denki vibrates, nearly glowing in comparison to his bandmates as they sift through a flurry of fans at a meet and greet. It always seems like Denki and Eijirou are the only ones with energy after a good show—but what can he say? Being on stage lights him up like a live wire.

"You said that last concert, buddy," Hanta snorts, before his a fan ran sacks his attention by shoving a tiara into his hairline.

"And? My point still stan—" Denki cuts himself off with a gasp as a bra slings across his face, followed by a burst of pain when the metal hits him in the cheek. He peels the lacy thing off with an eye on the audience and an eyebrow raised in question, unsure of what to do with the undergarment (other than put it on) until someone screams:

“Sign it!”

Denki shrugs and pops the Sharpie cap with his teeth to sign the crest of both cups before flinging it back into the audience—he can only pray it pinpoints its rightful owner before the meet and greet ends.

Katsuki clicks his tongue (because he hates these events) and as the next round of fans lineup in front of their table, Eijirou stretches like this is a sport, saying, “Guess it’s go-time.”

"Go-time is when we perform," Katsuki grumbles in the seat to Denki’s right. "Go-time is when we're in the studio makin' a goddamn album, not meeting crazy fuckin' fans—no, I’m not gonna marry you, you obsessed fuckin—“

“Oh, you're just salty you're not popular with the ladies~“ Denki gushes, wiggling his eyebrows, and a fan hands him a canvas the size of his upper body. “Un—oh wow, did you make this for me—Unlike me, of course.”

"Okay, pretty boy." Hanta rolls his eyes, before signing a phone case and returning it to an overzealous fan. With a hand covering his mouth, he whispers, “Can you believe this guy? So full of himself, I swear.”

The fan giggles and Hanta meets the blushing cheeks with a satisfied smirk. Denki huffs from the disrespect, crossing both arms over his chest. “Full of myself? It’s not my fault I’m sexy—*an autograph? Of course!"

Katsuki chuckles, scratching under his chin with ink blue fingertips, "Call yourself sexy one more fuckin’ time and I'm projectile vomiti—no, I'm not signing your tits, give me a goddamn paper or somethin—"

"What?” Denki scoffs, chest collapsing with the disbelief that one could make such a lie. “I'm literally the definition of I'm sexy and I kno—"

"Um, excuse me?"

His gesticulations freeze at the passive voice, arms stretched wide and to the sky, and Denki knows he has to look absolutely ridiculous as he blinks down at the next person in-line; who's stood with bambi eyes and such a sweet smile the electric blond thinks it might make him sick.

"I-I'm your biggest fan! Could you—um, please sign this for me?"

She comes alive, shoving a poster into his chest with pink cheeks and shifty irises. Out of all the bras, all the breasts he's been asked to sign today, and here you are, with your pocket-sized poster and your lamb countenance. Denki beams.

"Of course, Sweetness! What's your name?"

"[Y/N]!" you say, giggling, and it's so. Cute. Denki opens the Sharpie and struggles to focus on signing instead of your gorgeous fucking face.

"Anything specific you'd like me to say?"

And he knows there's a rule—there always are when it comes to these things, and it's simple: don't fuck the fans. As tempting as it is, don't invite them back to your hotel room because there are too many uncertainties, and if something leaks to the press that’s possibly career ending, that’s it. So, Denki holds his tongue. For the future of himself and the band.

"Uhm, just write what you want! I...I think I'd like it best if it was authentic and came straight from you, so."

Fuck. Of course she does.

And maybe Denki just can't help it when he leans down to speak, perhaps a little lower, "You want something more authentic, cutie?"

You light up like a kid on Christmas, gasping, "Yes please Mr. Kaminari!"

So eager, too.

"Awe, you can call me Denki if you'd like," he coos, and you nod so quickly he starts to worry about whiplash. "Meet me out back, in the alley behind the venue if you wanna get to know me better. Sound like a deal?”

"O-Okay!" You nod, and when he returns your sign you grip it tight between both hands. "I'll um, see you soon Mr. Kami—I mean, D-Denki!"

You flush from the mix up and bow in apology, and Denki knows he's made the right choice when you light up, indicating you have no idea what he meant at all.

"Row row row your boat, gently down the stream," you hum, sniffling. You’re unsure if your nose is running, it's too frozen to tell, and it has you patting to confirm it’s presence. With your hands stuffed in your pockets and a jacket wrapped tight around your body, you'd think you'd be warm, but no.

The alley is dark. It's dank enough that you can smell it and you're positive what you're dancing in is vomit, but none the matter—today, you met your favorite band. Literally the people you'd die for.

"Merrily, merrily," kicking the loose rocks in the gravel every which way, you enjoy the sound of them scattering against the surrounding brick walls. "Merrily, merrily..."

"Life is but a dream," a voice finishes, a yelp rips from your throat and you jump twenty feet in alarm. But you’d know that voice anywhere; Denki chuckles at your reaction and it has you recoiling with timidity, unprepared for the surprised audience. "You have a lovely voice, Cutie. You should use it more often."

"I..." but you're not exactly sure what to say to that, knowing Denki's heard so many professional voices in his career to last a lifetime, and yet yours is lovely. "T-Thank you."

Denki watches your reaction with a hum and a smile, his visible breath escaping between the slit of his lips and into the cool air.

"Of course, Cutie."

Another voice sighs, shattering the friction that fills your gut when Denki gives you that look. You're not sure what to call it, but it makes you shiver, and that's enough to make you to run and hide.

"...Denki, who's this?"

"Um," the blond places his frozen hands in his pockets and swivels his head around to Hanta, guilty written all over his face. "A fan?"

Hanta sighs again, head tilting to the right in exhausperation, “Denki—"

"I know, I know," the electric blond sighs, waving him off. "But it's fine as long as we don't get caught, right?"

Hanta's black hair threatens to fall into his face so he combs through it, and you try not to drool at the sight of his bicep flexing. "Yeah, until we get caught."

A honk blares and it has you shrieking, to reveal a parked tour bus in the alley once the lights flicker on. Denki points the car keys at the vehicle and the doors swing open. "Awe c'mon, don't be a sour puss. It's a one-time thing, alright?"

Hanta's eyes narrow into slits.

"Seriously, dude! I'm a man of my word! On God."

The noirette's shoulders sag, but he waltzes around both of you to get on the bus. Over his shoulder, he warns, "Denki I swear to fucking god—"

"I'll be careful, I'll be careful~" he singsongs, hopping onto the stairs after the pianist. When Denki notices not you're not moving, he stills at the top step. "You coming, [Y/N]?"

"O-Oh, am I um, am I allowed?" You ask, biting your cheek at the thought of what Hanta just said as you peer around the electric blond’s body. Denki snorts, rolling his eyes.

"Yes, you're allowed," he exits the bus, only to tug you on via your collar. "Now c'mon! Let's have some fun, yeah?"

"Okay!"

Denki steers you through the bus and into a space that looks a bit like a living room, with a couch, tv, and a makeshift kitchen in the corner. Following Denki to the kitchen, you look around.

"Where are Kirishima and Bakugou?"

"Out drinking," Denki tosses, flicking open a RedBull. You wonder if this is always the post-concert routine. Hanta fiddles in with something on the couch, but he still has yet to look you in the eyes tonight, even when you ask him:

"What are you doing?"

It seems he didn't realize you’ve relocated from the kitchen to the couch next to him from the noirette nearly jumps. The green stuff in his fingers crumbles, and you scrunch your nose at the smell.

"It stinks," you add. Denki snorts, jumping onto the cushion to your right. There isn’t a whole lot of room and his addition causes your shoulders to slush between the two of them, but it’s strangely comfortable.

"It's weed," he explains like it's obvious. "You smoke, Cutie?"

"Obviously not," you and Hanta say at the same time. You turn his way, and for the first time that night, Hanta looks you in the eyes—and it's a smile, with his eyes crinkling in the corners, but there's...something else. Something else hidden behind the thinnest veil that makes you cower, if ever so slightly.

Something feral.

Denki, unaware of the crushing grip your hand has around your thigh, huffs, and tosses the energy drink down his gullet, "It was a genuine question! Geez."

"What are you doing?" You ask again, and the electric blond whimpers from being ignored.

"Rolling a joint," he utters, lifting the paper to his lips to lick the length. You watch, semi-disgusted, as Hanta finally folds over the last bit of paper around the crest of the joint, gluing it together.

"Know what a joint is?" The noirette implores.

"Yeah," you breathe, shifting at the new closeness Denki provides when you feel his chest against your back. "My roommate smokes, so."

Hanta taps it on a tray, or what Denki describes as "packing it down," before twisting the tip and tossing it back onto the tray in conclusion. Denki cheers.

"Aha! The joint-rolling master has blessed us! Everyone say thank you, joint-rolling master."

"Thank you, joint-rolling master!" You giggle when Hanta's face turns a ruddy red. He reaches over to pop Denki upside the head. Denki gasps, before lunging to return the favor, and you squeal from being jostled between two men.

"Okay," when Denki returns to his seat he's panting and so is the noirette. He picks the joint off the tray and though there isn't much room, turns so he's facing you, your legs smushed against his body indian style. "You ready, Cutie?"

"As ready as I'll ever be," you huff, swinging your arms in preparation despite the lack of space. Just in case.

Hanta snorts, holding the joint to your lips, and Denki raises the lighter and raises it to the end until it's hot enough to burn on its own.

“Now suck."

You do, cheeks puffing, and you blow the smoke straight in Denki's face. It's...a lot.

"Not quite," Hanta chuckles, and flips you via the waist so you're facing him. Denki whines from the change but finds solace in hooking his chin over your shoulder. "Suck, and then inhale. Act like it's a big breath—you gotta hold it in your lungs for a sec."

"Okay," you assert with a nod, eyes burning with a new determination. When Hanta holds it to your lips, you suck and inhale, and start coughing your throat raw, in a flurry of smoke and tears, eyes watering and nose burning. You scramble for water, but by the time you get some, the only thing that's left to soothe is a sore throat.

"Here," Denki offers, grabbing the joint before flipping you his way again. "Take smaller hits, like this."

Denki's mouth wraps around the tip and smoke pours from his lips so smoothly you're determined to do the same. With a raised eyebrow, he passes it back to you, and though it takes a moment, you try again.

The back of your throat tingles but the glide is much smoother, and you find that it doesn't burn on your next exhale. So you do it again. And again. And agai—

"Okay," Hanta picks the joint from your fingers with a click of his tongue, before taking a hit himself. You frown, making grabby hands.

"Hey, wai—"

"Nu-uh," he tuts, pushing you down by your forehead. "You'll feel it soon enough, trust me."

You whine, crossing your arms over your chest. Hanta gives you nothing but a raised eyebrow as he takes another hit, and you're convinced it's to taunt you. "I'm not eve—"

But then the world blurs, a bit, and your legs hum in a way they haven't before; it's warm and it's nice, and it has you blinking down at your hands in bewilderment. Whoa.

"And there she goes," Denki announces, and somehow seized the joint from the noirette when you weren't looking. Your mouth drops to say something, but all you can produce is a light giggle before it melts into a guffaw that only comes straight from the gut, your hands trying to soothe your cramping belly. Tears come to your eyes fairly easily, and when Hanta asks if you're okay he sounds like he's underwater, and that's enough to send you flying through another fit of laughs.

"I—y-yeah, I'm just—just fine," you snort behind a hand, chest spasming as you finally gather yourself enough to calm down. "I'm good. Mhm."

"Yep. Totally fine," Hanta says, but something in his tone suggests he doesn't believe you at all.

You nod, biting your bottom lip to avoid another laugh attack with your hands bunching the bottom of your shirt for extra purchase. Hanta narrows his eyes while taking another hit, so you sock him in the shoulder with a huff. "Stop looking at me like that."

The noirette snorts, "Like what?"

"Like..." you start strong, but falter under his eyes. "Like you want to eat me."

Hanta hums at the comment but says nothing, and you're not sure if your mind fabricated the quick look he gives the electric blond sat behind you. Denki speaks first.

"Do you know what shotgunning is, [Y/N]?"

You frown, "Like a shotgun?"

"So no," Hanta answers for you.

"Here," Denki offers, turning you again. Plucking the nub of a joint from the noirette, he takes a big hit before picking your face up by the jaw and hovering your lips over yours. You're not sure what to do, but once your lips connect, smoke fills your lungs, and you don't exhale until Denki pulls away. You blink, a little dazed.

You just kissed Denki Kaminari.

"Feel good?" He asks, never leaving your personal space. You nod, and he grins. "Wanna do it again?"

Your hands fist his shirt, teeth tearing the inside of your cheek due to the amount of embarrassment this question encourages. "I wan—can we do it again but without the um...without the smoke?"

Denki's hands find your hips and it's hard for him to contain a sly smirk, biting his lips to move in on his prey.

"I knew I waned you the second I saw you."

Denki's lips feel much better when he puts a little weight into the kiss, pinning you between him and the noirette. You're not exactly sure what you're doing but he takes the lead, titling his head and kissing harder, rougher, so your lips are pink and swollen by the time he pulls away.

"A-Another," you whimper, tightening your grip around his tee.

Denki hums in contemplation, picking your head up by your chin. "Ask nicely, Cutie."

Flushing deeper, your eyes dart to the coffee table.

“Another, please."

"Good girl," Denki coos, and he's propping you up against Hanta's chest. You shiver at the comment, finding purchase on Hanta's thighs as Denki kisses you on the lips again. "Wanna feel even better?"

"Yes," you nod vehemently. "Yes please."

Denki hums at that, climbing down your body as his hands glide from your waist to the band of your pants. You frown, "What—What are you doing?"

"Eating you out, Cutie," the electric blond says, hands freezing once his thumbs dip under your waistband. "That okay?"

"Oh okay," you breathe, relaxing against Hanta's chest. "Y-Yeah, that's fine."

Denki rips your pants off at that, tossing them towards the corner of the room and ultimately, to a place you'll probably never find them. Pushing your panties to the side, he licks his lips at the sight of your pussy, and flicks your clit with a smirk. You jump.

"H-Hey, that's not—"

He flattens his tongue against your slit and chuckles when you shudder, and after tossing both of your legs over his shoulders. You're not sure what he does after that though, because Hanta picks your face up by the chin and presses his lips to yours.

Denki slides a finger inside and you squeal against Hanta's chapped lips. You hear the electric blond moan, readjusting himself between your thighs, before you finally peel your lips off the noirette's, chest having from lack of oxygen.

"Such a pretty pussy, Baby," Denki gushes before his warm lips fold around your clit and he sucks, humming in surprise when you buck against his mouth. Hanta hooks his chin around your shoulder with a second joint dangling between his lips—and where it came from is beyond you.

Once he exhales, the joint finds its way between your lips and he instructs you to inhale, and the head rush afterwards has you digging your head into his chest.

"You're so wet, holy shit," Denki pulls away, lips strawberry pink and glossed with slick as he trades his both for his thumb and inserting another finger. It crooks just right and that's enough to make your hips buck, nails carving crescents in Hanta's thighs.

“T-There,” you whimper, wiggling your hips again, and Denki grins, thumb pressing into your clit. Your thighs quiver with the strain it takes to hold them back and Hanta’s calloused hands skip to your waist after dropping the burning joint off in the tray.

“Pull his hair,” the noirette commands, but you hesitate, hands glued to his thighs. Hanta sighs, reaching over you to tug for himself.

“Mph—fuck!” Denki’s eyelids flutter as he moans into your pussy with a new passion, his hands wrapping around your thighs to hold you in place. You gasp at his reaction, fingers scrambling under Hanta’s own to thread through his electric blond hair.

“Move your hips—grind against his face, c’mon,” Hanta’s grip tightens around your waist as he offers the suggestion, and you whimper with a nod before your bucking into Denki’s mouth without abandon. As the noirette trails butterfly kisses up the column of your neck, the coil in your gut snaps, and you barely have time to squeak out a warning before you’re flooding Denki’s mouth.

“Good girl...ride it out—there you go,” Hanta coos, biting your ear. You shiver as Denki pulls away with a final (and obscene) slurp, grinning like he didn’t just shatter you to pieces with nothing but his tongue and fingers.

Denki’s lips are on yours in a blink—you moan, legs still buzzing from the afterglow as you weakly grope for the small hairs on the back of his neck.

“Taste good, don’t ya?” He says with a click of a tongue after pulling away.

“I guess so,” you flush, the humiliation from so shamelessly digging your heels into Denki’s back finally settling in. Hanta reaches under your arm for Denki’s chin.

“What? Want a taste too?” The electric blond giggles, wiggling his eyebrows. Hanta snorts.

“If you could be so kind.”

Denki hums at that, placing a hand on your inner thigh for balance as he slams his lips on the noirette’s for the first time that night. He dives straight for the kill, tongue and teeth and everything, and Denki moas when Hanta’s teeth sink into his bottom lip; you find that you like it a lot.

Though eventually you tired of watching, and press the heel of your hand on Hanta’s hard cock through the fabric of his jeans. The pianist hisses, and you grin—you’ve got their attention now.

“Whoa Sweetheart, what are y—“

“I...I want more,” you assert despite the tremor in your voice. Hanta raises an eyebrow in question which has you pressing harder in hopes he’ll cave just as easily as before. Just in case, you add, “Please.”

Denki redirects your attention by squishing your cheeks until you’re looking him in the eyes. With dark eyes, he says, “You sure you want more, Cutie?”

You nod despite the restriction, “Wanna...wanna get to know you better.”

You watch Denki’s pupils dialate at that, and he can’t even hold back a groan when he says:

“Gods, Baby. We’re going to ruin you.”

unpopular opinion: bakugou's the bassist and kirishima's the drummer. fight me.

not me projecting 12yo sun's fantasy of getting railed in the tour bus by 5sos um—

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Newly Pro Hero Deku who isn’t necessarily a blushing virgin, since he’s had sex a few times, but still fucking acts like it.

Whenever he had sex with other people in the past, it was always quick fucks to relieve pent up stress, energy, or frustration. He described it as merely “a little bit of kissing, some fondling, and praying to the gods that he put it in the right hole”.

Baby was a disaster when you first met him.

He had never had anything serious or long lasting due to his hero work and trying to bump up the ranks as quickly as he could. So when you two first started getting serious with dating and actually had sex, to say it was underwhelming would be kinda mean buttt.....

He did make you cum, even though it was kinda rough and sloppy. And not in the good way.

You wanted him to learn your body just as much as you wanted to learn his.

So when he finally got a week long vacation after an excruciatingly long case, you were determined to learn each other’s bodies and kinks.

Now that was an interesting week. Deku was so attentive, he made you cum more in one day than he had orgasmed himself in the entire week. You were pretty sure you saw him writing how to properly finger you while thumbing you clit to make you squirt in his notebooks.

But now though. You created a fucking monster. A monster with a huge dick, that he finally knows how to work, and with glorious fingers and tongue that you’re batting away more often than not.

You tried to push Deku away when he came home still pent up with OFA pumping excitably through his veins. He only shushed you with kisses as he pushed you on your back on the couch before ripping away everything you wore and going to work.

He had been in between your legs for what felt like hours now. Loudly slurping and smacking on your lips and juices, as if he were a man starved.

He groaned every time you whined and bucked your hips into his mouth. His teeth nipped at your inner thighs, pink lips wrapped tightly around your swollen clit as he pulled it softly from under its hood.

After your third orgasm in less then fifteen minutes, you couldn’t help the tears that flowed down your cheeks. You were sobbing, shoving his head away, but also gripping his curls tight in between your legs to just ride out that last buzzing orgasm. When you could finally find your voice, you whimpered,

“Izu, please, I can’t, I can’t, no more, please—”

“Just one more time, baby please, you just taste so fucking good I can’t help myself. One more time with my tongue and then—and then just, like two or three, or maybe four, on my cock! Please, love, just a couple more times. Please?”

You couldn’t even deny the monster you created. You could only whimper and nod, let him smile that smile that flashed on billboards, before burying his face in between your legs while producing the lewdest moan, just from the taste of you on his tongue.

Lord have mercy ⚰️☠️🥀💦🥴🥵

head empty.. been thinkin about this all day.

you and itadori fucking all slow and sensual until sukuna slyly takes over, causing him to rut into you almost animalistically. you scream and whine, begging him to slow down until you realize sukuna was the one behind the brutality.

“That idiot.. using my vessel to fuck such a filthy whore.” Sukuna chuckles, his markings slowly taking shape onto his handsome face.

You flush at his words, Itadori never spoke to you this way though it turned you on immensely. Yuuji wasn’t himself; flipping you over on your stomach and plunging himself inside you with enough force to knock the wind out of your body.

He continued to fuck you stupid, Sukuna working your body with a fist full of your hair. He was relentless, his strong and tattooed body seemingly made just to make your whole body cry.

“I can see why the idiot fawns over you, woman.” He growled, a weak and shaky mewl leaving your throat as Sukuna expertly found your g-spot as he knows your body like Yuuji did. You’re frantic; yeses floating out of you as the room around you seemed to fade. You neared your end, moaning impossibly louder as hot white lights flash before your eyes.

“He can switch back all he wants. He doesn’t fuck you well enough anyway.”

Stealing my bonnet! With the good elastic... 😫...you best be lucky I love you like that or we be scrapin'

May you write a hc for Baku and/or todo with a black girlfriend

Thank you for your patience! Imma start rolling them out. Also included Sero on this one because the ask was similar!

Katsuki Bakugo

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Your angry little sunflower. 

You initially curved his ass so hard because he came at you sideways. 

He had that “you definitely want me” attitude and you told his ass to kick rocks. 

He was kind of used to people throwing themselves at him so being told to essentially fuck off sent him reeling.

He felt awful man, he really did like you but he didn't know how to say it without, well, being himself about it.

He approached you the next day and apologized. It was an odd one but you could tell that it was hard for him to even say it so it must have been sincere. You gave him a chance.

Months later, you’re living your best life with Katsuki.

His favorite activity was showing you off. He even went as far as to get you on a hero magazine cover with him. 

There was quite a bit of controversy. People had some opinions about you, and he quickly assured you he has no regrets about loving you.

It’s not like he ain’t seen a black woman before but like you….you were something else. 

He was quick to defend you online, and quickly let anyone who had anything even vaguely negative to say about you know that they weren’t worth the dirt you walk on. 

He takes care of you man, and speaking of getting taken care of...

He’s definitely the type to spoil you, he wants to see you happy. Expect all kinds of luxury.

You basically accidentally become an Instagram model just because he flexes you too much (as if there’s such a thing).

He’s also the kind of guy to love matching clothes with you. Whether it’s the whole fit or just the colors, he’s the king of matching. 

He’s just a sucker for you man, he got himself a baddie and he’s so happy about it 🥺

Shoto Todoroki

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Imma be honest, he’s probably gonna come off weird at first.

Well intentioned, just has no game to save his life.

Bakugo heard him describe you as a “beautiful chocolate queen” and he volunteered his services ASAP. 

“You are gonna get PUNCHED saying that.”

“But she is :(“

Shoto swiped up on your story and said you looked “entrancing”.

Ain’t a soul has ever called you that and you FREAKED.

Bakugo was about to slap him over the head for that but you responded.

“Yeah you look good too Todoroki lmaooo”

“Good enough to date?”

“I meannnn, where are you trying to go?”

“Somewhere worth your time.”

Bakugo was proud of his handy work, the entrancing was still whack but he figured you were weird enough to let it slide. 

You were very quickly his girl. 

He was eager to learn all about you, but it sometimes came off a bit too forward. Lucky for him though, you never mind. 

“Y/n?”

“Yeah Shou?”

"Someone told me you had black girl magic? I didn’t know you possessed magical capabilities. I’m not scared or anything, I would just like to see it myself.”

You were stuck between laughing and curling him up and awwwing from just how oblivious and precious he is.

You plant a small kiss on his forehead and watch him get flustered, “that’s the magic Shou, do you not like it?”

“I do I do, I just thought there’d be more-” he waves his hands around trying to find a way to explain himself.

You lean in for a longer kiss on his lips and feel him relax underneath you. 

“Was that more magical.”

“Maybe….:

You laugh and actually fully explain what it is to him, he finds it absolutely endearing and uses it to describe everything you do. 

He’s a quick learner overall and he quickly gets all the little differences and embraces them fully. 

You never have to worry about your relationship with him man, you’re always worth the effort. 

Give this man the patience and love he deserves and you’ll receive it back tenfold.

Hanta Sero 

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Dude is a goofball.

He got uncle energy and you hate it but love it all at the same time.

He saw Denki talking to you while out on a run one day and you all shared a hilarious conversation. 

The second you said your goodbye and continued your jog he was begging to find out your info. 

He was whipped by you, you had your hair up in a poof and the sun was hitting your gloss just right. If he didn't know any better he would say you were an angel.

He found your Insta and was LIVING. You’re pretty, humble, and funny as hell. He HAS to talk to you.

Unlike the other two he had game from the get go, he immediately approached you the next day and asked you out.

Of course you said yes!

He is such a giver and so very patient and loving of things that usually confuse others.

He’s always there when you feel down, even if you don’t want to talk he’ll just hold you and tell you small jokes just to get you to smile. 

He’s also the kind of boyfriend to just bother you and then go back to minding his business. Randomly poking you and eating your food just to see you get on him about it.

He thinks it’s cute, okay. 

"What do you want!"

He quits poking you, grabs your popcorn, and just leaves the couch. "Nothing."

"My popcorn 🥺". 

He will wait all day with you while you’re getting your hair done at your friends house, he even brings you and her some food back since it’s been awhile. 

She’s taking photos for your page and he’s just complimenting you, telling you how good you look and how he wants some photos of you too. 

Cue your ass looking awkward on a dining room chair with your hair just done. He doesn’t mind, he’s just glad his baby is happy. He sends the photos to everyone and Mina scolds him on not waiting until you were at least ready for the pic.

Speaking of hair, he got some texture himself so yall both sleep in bonnets. 

He be losing his own so sometimes you get back to your apartment late and just see him curled up on the bed with your bonnet on. 

You just about take it off his head because he couldn’t even steal one of your durags he had to take the bonnet with the really nice elastic band. 

He’s lucky you love him. 

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