I Believe It All. Tbh Especially Izuku. Lol He'd Definitely Call Someone Bunny While Thrusting Inside

My heart 💔..oh god....the tears 😭😭😭😭

Not Mine- Bakugou Katsuki

A/n: I’m using my phone bc my computer is Brocken 😩

Summary: y/n knew the relationship was over the moment he asked her out. That didn’t stop her from lying to herself

Warning: angst, no fluff, mentions of sexual activity

Quirk: illusion; you can make others see things that aren’t there, but talking snaps them out of it

You stare ahead, watching the class in front of you. You’ve grown up with these people, learned how to become a hero. You’ve observed them for three years, mentally noting everything about them. You especially took notice of Bakugou, your beloved boyfriend. You loved writing down all his favorite things, they made you feel special. You even wrote down his love for Uraraka. Making a small graph of his love for both of you. She would always have a higher line than you.

—————

It doesn’t take a pro hero to see the way he looks at her. It’s nothing compared to how he looks at you, but the lingering of regret never ceases to hurt. You know he thinks about what might have been if he chose the lovely Uraraka. But you also know he’s happy enough with you. Enough being the key word for the entirety of the relationship.

You walk towards Bakugou, him standing near the food table. You were both invited to UA’s reunion. Of course you had to convince Bakugou to even consider it. But threatening sobriety to sex got him dressed up for the night.

“Suki, can we go dance?” You ask softy, just so he can hear. The music blasting is from the year you graduated, reminding you of your first prom. Bakugou was your date of course, but he spent the night consoling Uraraka after her date left. You didn’t want to be selfish so you allowed her to sink her hooks into his wandering heart. They were deep, lasting years later.

“No fucking way. Only losers dance to this music.” He grunts. You grab a cupcake from the table, trying to brush off his rejection. Maybe he’s right. Maybe the music is trash. But it’s still your favorite song.

“Alright, then I’m going to join Denki and Jirou on the floor!” You try to assure him secretly, telling him he isn’t hurting you.

“Why? So you can embarrass yourself?” He chuckles to himself. This time you don’t assure him of anything. You simply shrug and head towards your favorite short haired lady and her husband.

The word husband is odd to you. You’ve never once thought of yourself getting married, yet the word stings. It could be because after four years half your class is already happily married, some with kids of their own. While you are left with a cracking heart and a man who isn’t sure he even wants you.

You grab Jirou’s hand, letting her know you’re here. She quickly turns to you, a smile growing on her face. “Y/n! I’m glad you joined us! I was getting worried Bakugou might make you leave the party with him.” She comments. It’s harmless, but you know that’s something he would do. Jirou taps Denki’s arm, trying to shout over the music. His eyes are pure white, a glassy look over both of them. You often forget the accident that caused Denki to lose his sight. How things have changed.

“Oh awesome! Didnt see you there, Y/n!” He jokes, this time you laugh.

Once the song ends, a slower song starts to take over. You excuse yourself, knowing they’d want to have that dance alone. You don’t hesitate to look for Bakugou, ready to ask one more time. But you stop, seeing him already partnered up with the brunette you never seemed to hate. She’s absolutely glowing under the soft light. Reminding you that you’ll never be her.

You let out a sigh, suddenly taking in reality for the last time. He’ll never be yours truly. He’ll always have that roaming doubt in his mind that he chose the wrong girl. You can’t blame him. He chose you as a teen and decided to stay. You can only thank him for trying.

You don’t mean to attract attention from anyway as you slowly move towards your things. You grab your keys and jacket from your table, wanting to leave as quickly as possible.

You’re stopped by a black haired figure. You remember him having vibrant red hair, but the change is nice. It’s good to see Kirishima finally learning to love himself.

“Let me drive you home. That way Bakugou doesn’t have an excuse to stay at Uraraka’s.” Kiri’s voice is dripping with venom when he mentions Bakugou. You nod, leaving the keys back on the table and following Kirishima out of the large school building. You don’t even notice Bakugou pushing Uraraka away and running for his keys. He never makes it to you in time, Kirishima already pulling out of the parking lot as Bakugou rushes out the doors. It’s a small hit that makes him realize he’s fucking up.

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You wake up in your apartment, the other side of your bed empty. You no longer reach over, pretending that he’ll be there. You simply suck it up and plan on what to pack for your parent’s house.

You lift up the heavy bag containing your clothes and personal belongings before exiting the bedroom. You instantly see Bakugou hunched over the couch. He snaps up once he hears the door click.

His eyes are red and puffy, his hair messier than usual. But you can’t pitty him and stay. You can’t act like he doesn’t love another girl more than you. Because he does. And that’s not your fault. It’s not his either. It’s just the way things go.

“Uhm, I left some photos of us on the bed if you want to keep them. I don’t really need them.” You try not to sound drained.

“You don’t have to leave. We can work this out! I’ll avoid Uraraka, I’ll change my patrol times so I never see her again!” You can tell by the way he lists those off that he doesn’t want to. He shouldn’t have to avoid his friend for you. If he did you’d feel guilty for the rest of your life.

“I love you, Suki. But you’re not mine.” You hum, dragging the bag behind you. Before shutting the front door, you glance back. Memorizing the broken boy you see behind you, knowing that he’ll be happier soon. You shut the door, heading towards your car.

It’s the early morning and the birds are chirping. Telling you that you’re as free as them.m and that Bakugou can finally be with the girl he wants.

RUIN ME!🥵 JUST UGHH!

“It won’t fit,” you whine, peeking down over the swell of your breasts and feeling immediately dizzy upon seeing Sukuna pressing the throbbing, thick tip of his cock into your cunt. 

“Quiet for daddy,” he growls, not paying you much mind and merely swatting your thigh gently as you break his concentration. He presses the tip of his cock past your opening, eliciting a hiss and whimper from your red, bitten lips. 

Agonizingly, Sukuna presses in a little bit more, sinking bit by bit into your soggy, velvety heat. His eyebrows raise, pulling together in the pleasure from being inside you. 

“Shh,” he soothes, though his voice is still rough, as whimpers and mewls escape you. 

His cock is so big, so unbelievably thick. As he pushes inside, you feel like you’ll burst from the sheer weight of it. Inch by inch you’ve lost track of how long it’s been since your initial protest. Seems like that was forever ago, and now his cock is fixing to split you in half, and you swear it’s so long that you feel it bumping at the base of your throat, though that could just be your own anxious heart, and– 

“Breathe, brat,” Sukuna murmurs, hand splaying out on your lower stomach as his thumb swipes at your clit. 

With great effort, you suck in a breath of air, exhaling and allowing yourself to relax, just slightly. You repeat the action and gather yourself even more, and that’s when you realize he’s stopped moving. 

“Daddy made it fit. Went through all that trouble. Now take it like a good girl.” 

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congrats on 600 i adore your writing!! #9 with Bakugou pls!!

60 Prompts Event | bakugou x reader | #9 “You can take it. You’ve done it before.”

cw: size kink, dumbification

“Stop tensing your muscles so much.” The instruction is gruff but ultimately right, just like everything Katsuki Bakugou does. “If you don’t fuckin’ relax, then it’s not gonna fit.”

You nod and exhale a shaky breath. You can’t help seizing up, not when he just got back from a month-long mission. Re-adjusting to your hulk of a boyfriend is as nerve-racking as it is pleasurable.

Bakugou gives you a quick ready? before lining himself with your entrance once again. He hisses at how you squeeze his tip — even with foreplay, it’s going to be a tight fit.

“‘Suki… ’S too much.” Despite your weak objections, you’re wrapping your legs around his waist and digging your nails into his back. It’s obvious how well he’s prepped you by your unfocused eyes and open mouth, by the puddle forming on the sheets. But you still can’t help whining. “Too big, can’t do it.”

“You can take it. You’ve done it before.” Bakugou’s eyes are fixed between your legs as he pushes another inch into your heat. “Tough it out, princess. Gonna make you feel real good in a second, ‘kay?”

You nod, eyes squeezed shut. He’s not painful, but the stretch is so overwhelming. What’s worse is he acts empathetic but he relishes every second of this, savors every moment when your mind can’t comprehend anything except him. He’s a goddamn menace.

Bakugou looks at your face, smirks at the dumb, cock-hungry woman below him. “Yeah, this big cock fills you up so good. Look at you, fuck.”

He can handle the sting of your nails and he can handle your noises, something crossed between a deep moan and shallow pant. But Bakugou can’t fucking control himself at your barely comprehensible slurred babbling. It’s soft sobs of more, Katsu, I need- I- need all of you please hurts too good please, just-

Restraint snaps and Bakugou drives as deep as he can, grips your hips and snarls. He can see himself through your stomach, see how well you take him, how much you can take. Fuck. It’s been far too long. Bakugou leans down and ghosts his lips over the shell of your ear — he needs to praise you for just a second before he wrecks you both.

“Knew you could do it, sweetheart.” His voice is uncharacteristically soft, a side of the hero that no one else gets to see. And within an instant, he’s back, pushing himself up to reach as deep as he possibly can. “Now be a good girl and take what you’re given.”

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Honeymoon [Din Djarin x F!Reader] - **SMUT**

Summary: You’ve been saving your credits for months in order to treat your husband to the surprise honeymoon you both deserve. He’s a little on edge though, despite the luscious, tropical environment he’s surrounded by. So, as his wife, you do everything in your means to get him to relax.

Warnings: unprotected p in v, riding, cockwarming, orgasm denial, cunningless, cum eating, spanking, anal fingering, breeding kink, slight sub!Din if you squint. 18+ only.

Word count: 2600+

Reblogs appreciated. 💙

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Marrying Din Djarin was the best decision of your life. 

Standing dead centre in the middle of your hotel suite, your husband had never looked so out of place. The yon orange sunlight seeped through the crack in the voile curtains, and a warm, summer breeze waved gently through your hair. You could tell, even through his beskar Mandalorian helmet, that your husband was completely stricken by the beauty of the great outdoors. Your view from outside the hotel suite was a novelty, for sure. The beach’s water circled around the hotel and pooled outside into a tranquil, turquoise coloured ocean. A distance from your window, but not too far, was a growing jungle of vines and trees, habited by various reptilian animals that were distinct to the planet of Scarif. You couldn’t wait to meet them all.

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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.”

Murphy's Law | Alpha! I. Midoriya

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

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

18+ NSFW Content| MDNI

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

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

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

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

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

“Caught ‘ya!”, he growled. 

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

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

Then nothing. 

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

The tapping stops.

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

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

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

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

You blinked. “I- yes … How did you—

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

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

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

The alpha shook his head and frowned.

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

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

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

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

“Yes but—

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

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

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

“Wha— y-you’re mean”

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

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

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

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

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

“Just doing my job!”.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Now you definitely weren’t imagining that. 

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

 That piqued his interest. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Have you ever thought about— oh shit”! 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Say ahh, bunny”.

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I’m in Love with A Stripper pt. 1 (FINISHED VERSION)

(Kirishima x Stripper! Reader)

(Art by @sandiestcupid on Instagram)

(I might do a part 2 idk yet but here’s the continuation. Trigger warnings: cuckolding, wax play, light bdsm mention, sex for sale)

Kirishima waited patiently by the back door nodding to every lady that trickled out of the building until, finally, you drifted out.

A smile lit up his face as you shuffled towards him in your comfy fuzzy slides.

“Hey Little Bit.”

“Hey Big Red.” You shot back.

You’d long since given up on tryin to convince your friend to stop calling you Little Bit. It was a futile attempt anyway because everyone was “little” to the mammoth that was Kirishima Eijirou. The man was six foot five inches of pure bulking muscle, making him the perfect bouncer and personal bodyguard for the strip club you worked at.

“What’s the move for tonight, babe?” Kirishima asked, grabbing your duffel bag and carrying it to the car for you.

“The move is bed,” you replied, wearily, “we’ve got an early day tomorrow.”

“Damn, already?” He frowned as he held the passenger door to his red Wrangler open for you.

“Unfortunately, I’m booked and busy all day.”

“Fine. Am I spending the night again?”

“Might as well.” You replied.

“Fine, but I better get a deluxe suit if I have to suffer on that pull out.” The man grimaced.

“Oh please! You love my pull out.”

“Love is a strong word, Pebbles.” Kirishima shot you an amused grin, making you giggle.

This was the occasional routine for you two and it had been for a while.

It was common to have issues with stalkers and creeps as a dancer, but it was a completely different thing to come home to one of those stalkers jacking off on your door knob. Luckily that was where Kirishima had stepped in.

He’d noticed the weirdo tailing you one night after you left the club, and decided to follow you both just to be safe. Even after you had split off to get some gas, Kirishima had kept on the stalker’s tail as he continued on to your apartment.

Needless to say you were shocked to see some hairy asshole getting his face bashed in by the bouncer.

From that night on, Kirishima became more vigilant over not only all the other girls, but you especially. After the incident, he reported the customer, getting them banned. He also made sure you got home safely, greeted you when you came in, and even took you to and from work for a short while after the incident.

Eventually, a friendship grew between the two of you and you guys began hanging out outside of work as well. It was scary letting Kirishima know about your side hustle at first, but in true Kirishima fashion, he was a perfect gentleman about it.

“Hey, who am to judge?” He’d beamed at you. “As long as you’re being safe about it, who cares?” He’d shrugged, “although I will say; you should get some sort of protection for yourself if you’re gonna be meeting with these guys.”

To which you replied: “How bout you?”

That’s how Kirishima became not only one of your closest friends, but also your personal security guard whenever you met up with your clients.

He was with you so often for your appointments, that he’d begun staying the night at your place occasionally; even keeping clothes at your apartment.

“Alright sleeping beauty, here we are.” Kirishima announced, jogging you out of your sleep as he pulled into a guest parking spot. “Let’s get you inside since we have a big morning ahead of us.”

You groaned as Kirishima climbed out of the truck and got your bag from the back seat. When the burly man opened your door, you stretched out your arms to him, giving a pout that made his heart flutter.

“Carry me, my feet hurt.” You whined.

Kirishima’s heart melted into a puddle as he reached in to pull you out.

“Alright, alright you big baby. Come on.”

He carried you easily up the stairs to your apartment. By the time the man got you into your bedroom you were already knocked back out. He settled you against the bedspread and admired your face, soft with slumber.

Damn you were beautiful.

Sweet, and funny, and hard working. You were everything a man could want in a woman, and he felt fortunate just to be your friend. Still, his eyes ran down your supple body as his thoughts turned less wholesome, he wondered how much longer he could keep watching you fuck other men. Giving yourself away to guys who were below you. That didn’t deserve you and couldn’t give you the type of love and protection he could.

“Kiri?” You muttered, sleepily. His heart leapt.

“Yes, Pebbles?”

“Will you cuddle with me?”

The suggestion of being pressed against your soft, little body made his dick strain in his pants.

“You sure, y/n?”

“Mmhhmm...”

“Fine,” he smiled. Stripping off his shirt and down to his boxers, Kirishima slid under the soft sheets behind you, and crushed your body close.

You sighed, softly. “You’re so warm, Red...”

He let his hand settle on your round hip and pressed closer against you, fighting to keep his erection down.

“You too, y/n. Now go to sleep.”

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Nervous eyes shifted to the huge man standing over your shoulder glowering.

“This is my bodyguard, Kirishima.” You announced, cheerily.

“I’ll just be making sure things go smoothly.” The burly redhead added. He touched the gun in the waistband of his jeans. “Otherwise I’ll be out of your way.”

His usually bright voice was void of all its humor and friendliness.

“Uh, ok.” The man nodded skittishly.

Grabbing his hand, you lead him from Kirishima’s room in the conjoined suite and over to your side. You threw a conspiratorial wink over your shoulder at Kirishima and he shot one back.

Once the door closed, he headed back into his room and flipped down on the bed, turning on the t.v. He wondered how long you would take. After all he had to get the timing right.

Five minutes later, the big man stood from the bed and crept to the door that connected your rooms. He pressed an ear to the door, but couldn’t hear much besides muffled movements.

Quietly he cracked the door and scoped out your position. When he spotted you on your knees in front of your client, he bit his lip.

“Look at you,” you teased, “you’re shaking you want to me suck it so bad.”

“Mmm, please, I c-can hold out a li-little while longer.”

“Oh?” Your pretty pink tongue trailed up the side of the man’s dick and you gripped his balls. “Can you? You seem ready to burst and I haven’t even throated you yet.”

Kirishima’s Ruby eyes narrowed and he rubbed his own growing erection through his pants. He loved hearing you talk shit like that. After all, he knew you could back it up.

“What if I just took the head in? Could you handle yourself then?”

And then you did. The client’s breath caught and his eyes rolled back.

Kirishima suppressed a moan a spike of desire and pure envy shot through him simultaneously. He could only imagine what that warm, sweet mouth of yours would feel like wrapped around his thick dick.

After another three minutes of teasing, the man’s dick was engulfed in the your mouth while he held your head in place and pumped you along.

“Fuck yes~yesss, y/n~”

The man moaned. Kirishima pretended it was him. He slowly pulled out his heavy cock and supported himself against the door frame as his large hand pumped his length. He pretended it was your hot mouth. Pretended he was the way grabbing your head and praising you while you moaned and choked on his manhood.

Y/n...

He thought.

He squeezed himself, feeling his nut coming as you loudly slurped and groaned. If he was fucking your mouth you’d barely be able to breath, let alone make all that noise...he would have made sure of it. He grit his sharp teeth.

I’d cum all down that greedy throat. You perfect little cumslut.

Fuck, he was coming. The harder and faster you gulped that asshole’s dick, the more intense his nut built up.

Finally, Kirishima felt his orgasm exploding. He came in the tissue he’d kept on hand and watched as you smiled at your client, wiping your mouth.

Such a good girl. So Perfect.

He thought.

“That was amazing.” The man sighed. “You’re amazing, y/n.”

“I try.” You giggled.

“You succeed.” The guy handed you another roll of bills. “I’ll definitely be doing business with you again.”

“Thank you, baby. Have a good day.”

“I certainly will!” The man replied, there was a bright look in his eyes and finally he left.

Kirishima snuck back into his room before you could knock at his door. No doubt about to let him know you were done with client number one. One thing was for sure, this was going to be a long work day.

For the next hour, Kirishima imagined himself in all manner of provocative positions with you as you serviced your clients.

There was the big guy who liked to be spanked and rode cow girl style. The short man who wanted to be spat on. The beanpole who had you step on him and drip hot wax down his back. The bow legged guy who fucked you doggy style until you were cross eyed. Finally there was shower guy, who insisted on fucking you in the shower.

Thank god for the running water because Kirishima was practically crying with pleasure as he shot off yet another nut to the thought of himself in those douchebag’s positions.

Dammit, Pebbles. You’re such a fucking little freak. Fucking all these men without a break.

It seemed it took nothing for you to keep going and going. The man wiped his sweat slick forehead with thoughts of your beautiful, naked body bouncing on different dicks.

These guys weren’t good enough for you. None of them. They couldn’t fuck you right if you were able to keep going like this.

No, no, no.

You needed a real man to tame you. Someone who could handle every bit of your energy and throw it right back at you until you were begging him to stop. Until you were sore and sobbing from how good it hurt.

You needed a man like him. He just wondered if you would realize it on your own, or if he’d have to make you.

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Baku in a skirt..😩🥵🥴💦☠️⚰️🥀

Short Fics

Bakugou

Greek Mythology AU

Mommy Kink

Both of you wearing skirts

I high key love this but this made my eyes sting #dekuisultimatelover #pooruravity

PLEASEEE MILF LOVER IZUKU???? Gimme more NEOW! But there needs to be more angst… Fresh out of high school(+18 of course)- pro hero DEKU and the “love of his life” Sneaking around their tight schedules to fuck eachothers brains out because apparently his girlfriend uraraka just doesn’t do it for him. Each time they fuck their tension out, the scenery gets riskier and riskier, which leads to izuku slamming Ms.Y/n on his dick in the same house his girlfriend sleeps in bed. So much evidence is left behind that day, including the home wreaker herself, in a deep sleep. Her stretched holes oozing cum on the couch while Izuku’s now ex girlfriend sobs because she came downstairs to get a glass of water :)

ended up not writing them as together for the jump cause it made my tummy hurt.

fresh out of college, izuku midoriya was ready to save lives.

what he wasn’t ready to do was meet you.

you were in a collapsing building after helping your son and his class run out, field trip gone definitely wrong.

he was about to help with other beams sticking out when your son latched on to him, voice shrill in his panic asking for the green-haired hero to, “help her! help my mommy!” he bent down telling him direct him the right way. your child being a smart cookie did, calling your name again, and pointing when you asked if he was okay. “there she is, please mister, help her!” and he did as asked.

pulling your from the rubble was cathartic for all of you. your son saw you again, crying and hugging you. midoriya got to see the holder of the pretty voice that echoed to their child that, “i’m okay!” and you thanked midoriya after hugging your son tightly, also hugging him, and kissing his cheek. if he flushed, you may have seen and or not, who knows. he didn’t stay long after, just waving and running away.

he saw you again, walking the halls of his agency, holding a stacked bento, asking for “the big green hero, with the pretty freckles?” and when you found him, you thanked him again. you came to his desk, setting down his bento, and patted his chest, once, twice, three times, when he said it wasn’t needed. that he’s a hero, it’s his job.

once again, meeting you was cathartic for him. after he finished, he splayed his legs wide, unknowingly centering you between them, and when you got on your knees, he panicked. mutters of, “you don’t have to,” and “i’m just young, it happens sometimes,” spilled from his mouth. you simply asked if he wanted it and when he nodded, you gave him a lil blowie. why little, you might ask. well poor pro hero deku came down your throat early, and to make up for it, fucked you in the locker room, covering your mouth and shushing you lightly. he made your meeting him cathartic several times over, even giving you his number and some merch.

if anyone asks why you walked out with a deku scarf and hat, just don’t say anything. some things are better left alone. like post sex hair.

it happed so much it was ridiculous. in the empty meeting room during your lunch break, he fucks you holding you up by your thighs and praising you for how well you take his dick. even fucking you by the door once, and when your coworker passed by and stopped, he clamped a hand over your mouth and nose, shushing you. when they left, he looked down to you, moaning when he saw your eyes rolled and your little fingernails marking his arm up. replacing his hand with his mouth, he fucked into you harder, leaving you chair bound until the end of your shift.

the lines began blurring when moans of, “i love the way you fuck me,” and “gonna fuck you so good you’ll never forget me,” became, “fuck, i think love you,” and “i’m keeping you forever.” then it became real, something to look differently at. a bigger perspective so to say.

he explained his, relationship to you. the one with uraraka that is. the one where he never truly knew if they were together. you started with asking why the media was so obsessed with “ochadeku” and if you should leave him be. he shouted no, and took you to explain. the media’s dramatization of them since their school years and how he’s really not sure himself.

“well when we graduated,” he spoke to you laid out on his big couch, “i know she said something about wanting to be together forever, but...” he cut his eyes to you laying atop him, hands under you chin to see him better, “i guess i’m not sure what that meant. i mean, i wanna fight by kacchan’s side forever, everyone really. but she never...”

“specified,” you spoke, brow raising.

“yeah. i mean we were college kids, everyone get attached to someone, did it mean a lot, i guess it depends,” he sighed. “i wish i could tell you angel.”

you smiled at the name, tilting your head and whispering, “it’s okay baby, ‘s not easy being the hottest hero and fucking a sad mother on the weekends.”

he jerked you up with him, holding your face between his hands, “don’t say that! you’re- you’re amazing, and wonderful and beautiful, you’re,” he paused, looking at you a bit closer, “you’re everything i want.”

once again, you were found under midoriya, clutching him to you in tears of joy and shock. your cathartic moment came again when you both cried out your love for the other, names following after.

finally, you asked if midoriya would invite uraraka over for dinner so you can understand the person your baby boy has been speaking of. the woman the media said he should be with forever, which rude. let him have a bit of freedom.

you talked over dinner and when everything was cleaned, you offered uraraka one of your guest rooms, saying even a hero can’t walk home after a few glasses of wine.

you didn’t think it all the way through when you flipped over your dress showing izuku your garter and thigh highs. you didn’t think when you let him pick you up and pop off your panties, eating you out on the freshly cleaned counter. you didn’t think when izuku asked if he could fuck you good, “just one time before bed, please momma.”

your only thoughts were the way his hips snakes into you, jerking your body up and making you breathless. only the way you felt him press down on your tummy when you whined for a half a second that, “he’s too big.” only the way he wrapped thick arms under your withering frame, pressing into you deeply, like he wanted to meld with you, whispering pretty words into your ear, nipping, licking. only the way he came in you so damn deep, asking if you liked it, liked how he cums just for you, only for you, in you. only the way just one time turned into several, leaving you both exhausted.

you were horrified at the way uraraka’s voice cracked when she found you and him scratched, bitten, and fucked out. how she pointed out the messiness of your hair and the cum flaking on your cheek, and how even izuku was hunched over from soreness. how she cried about wanting to ask him out later that week, so they can get married and have kids and have the perfect life. how she left after midoriya told her he didn’t see that happening with her, only you.

the media didn’t stop, but if some articles saw how he was uncomfortable with paps asking about his relationship with uravity, they didn’t matter soon.

when you announced your pregnancy with twins. with the symbol of hopes twins. they commented on how well he treated your existing child, and the way such a big strong man treated you with gentleness and love. even uravity had to admit you looked good together, even through heartbreak.

the midoriya’s are the talk of the town.

At that point 🥴🍆⚰️☠️ cause over stimulation and your sucking my clit like a pacy. My soul would of died and gon to heavn

best friend kiri and bakugou having a competition over who eats pussy the best and you “unfortunately” get dragged into it, only for them to overstim you because you just can’t decide on the winner.

I’m eating this tf up bro cause???

how Bakugou just shoves you down on the bed and goes to work on you. Kirishima just watching from the side, kissing your neck and playing with your tits. and when Bakugou finishes, you barely get a moment of reprieve before Kiri is taking his place and sucking at your sensitive clit.

this is so hot. I’m literally in love with this omg I might write more idk idk