Protective Bakugo Is The Best Kind Of Bakugo My ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

I cAnt stop cackling

Todoroki Family Chronicles NSFW

[On the couch]

Enji: Kiss?

Ivy, in the middle*: *kisses Enji*

Toshi: Kissie?

Ivy: *kisses Toshi*

Enji: No she’s mine. *grabs Ivy’s face and kisses her*

Ivy: Mm-

Toshi: Yeah, but she’s mine too in a way~ *kisses her neck*

Ivy: *shivers* Ohhh my god-

Enji: *growls and bites her neck*

Ivy: Fucking christ-

Toshi: *spreads her thighs*

Ivy: Hhhh- WAIT WAIT WOAH! *jumps up* Guys. Come on now. We’re adults. Let’s be civil. You guys are acting like.... *turns around to see them staring at her with a wild look in their eyes*

Enji: *growling*

Toshi: *licking his lips*

Ivy: ....animals. *sudden realization*

Ivy: ....

Ivy: *takes off running to the bedroom* FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK-

[BONUS]

Ivy: *hiding in the closet*

Toshi: *bursts through the door first* I AM HERE!!

Enji: *pushes him out of the way* Go beyond, FUCK ULTRA!!

Ivy: *tears of joyful anticipation*

I'm screaming!!!!😍😍😍🥰🥰🥰🥴🥴🥴🥴🥴🥴🥴🥴🥴🥂🍾 I need priest nanami in my life!!!

SUNDAY’S BEST

Ft. NANAMI KENTO

𐐪𐑂 ♡ ｡ﾟ ━━━PAIRINGS: Preacher Nanami Kento x Fem!Reader

𐐪𐑂 ♡ ｡ﾟ ━━━CW: barely any religious mentions, established marriage, dub-con, somnophila, oral(f. receiving), cum eating, fingering, (f)masturbation, car sex, mating press, heavy breeding kink, public(ish) sex, creampie

𐐪𐑂 ♡ ｡ﾟ ━━━WORD COUNT: 3.5k

𐐪𐑂 ♡ ｡ﾟ ━━━FROM CHRIS: I mean…it’s nasty. But believe it or not, i rlly love Nanami :3

A preacher’s child.

They say the life of one is filled with the hardest expectations to fill. Constantly being judged, constantly under watch, and constantly forced to hide their true selves. The unrealistic standards shroud their thoughts and the forced reputation of the family name and honor hinders their every move.

Secrets become the only choice and the dark side of their lives becomes a relief. Their days are filled with nothing but being the “good kid” and the “best role model for all” who pass through the holy doors every Sunday morning.

But…does anyone ever wonder about the preacher’s wife? 

The one who shines above all just for ditching her maiden name for one doused in holy virtue. The one who has no choice but to have a warm and welcoming heart for everyone scattered about the church. The traits of kind and gentle are immediately attached to her name, assuming the same temperate position as the preacher. 

She’s never found too far from her husband either, usually residing at the very front of the pews, hands politely folded atop the plush curve of her tightly pursed thigh. She could be found there every Sunday, even Wednesdays if a bible study was called for. The kind, gentle woman who supports her husband with the occasional glimmering smiles of white and endearing head nods of reassurance. 

All while trying extra hard to keep those pesky rivulets of white seeping through her panties from wandering onto the sacred scene. 

It’s a reality some could never dream of, but one you couldn’t have thought would be shown to you by the town’s very own beloved Nanami Kento. 

Righteous in front of others but salacious when with you—just the traits picked up by his youth. He was once known as the preacher’s kid, quiet and reserved with only a collection of words to say. He only ever did speak when spoken to, could recite ten verses with ease, and was honored as the perfect child. 

Since your younger days as well, you pondered all too aimlessly about Nanami. He was never found with a genuine smile or tone, never was found playing after service with the other children, or even strolling around the neighborhoods with a friend or two.

Pity stained your tongue unwantingly, the urge to help him being repressed by other thoughts. All you could’ve done was pray that he’d be freed of what troublesome chains held onto him, that one day life would hold no limits for him in the days to come. 

Though, such prayers could have never prepared you for today’s realities, Nanami now pursuing priesthood with you as his bride. 

Since taking on the role of wife and finally entering the daily life of Nanami Kento, there were a couple of things to make note of. 

One: he was nothing of what his former timid character made him out to be, now becoming more vocal with his wants and needs. 

Two: as much as he enjoyed a set order and routine, Nanami welcomed life’s spontaneous moments all the same. 

And lastly: his stamina was one for the books.

It’s a blessing to him honestly, being rewarded with a beautiful woman like yourself. Truth be told, he’s had his eye on you since your shared days of youth. If not for the buried confidence and the shielding of negative thoughts, he would have never taken the first step to pursue a relationship with you.

But it was only with you that Nanami found himself reaching deep within to discover who he truly was. 

A man forever indicted in carnal lust.

He knew it from the first date and withdrew from it until your wedding night, wanting to tear and replace every bit of clothing from your body with his own warmth. There wasn’t a night he remembered where he didn’t wish to indulge in you, sending the thick crown of his cock to kiss at your cervix.

There wasn’t a night where Nanami didn’t want to fill your ears with nothing but the sound of him and him only, spilling the slurred speech of how well your pussy could take him. He was driven near mad in all honesty. Restraint was the only thing, wanting to holdfast onto what morals remained. 

Yet, marriage only seemed to bring all this rush of desire and more to light, Nanami now harboring the urge to fill your cunt with the white-hot pools of his cum. It was a rush that he wouldn’t trade for all the money in the world. Just to feel how his tummy would tense, skin running hot with a licking heat, and his mind thrown into complete turmoil—all to hear you squeal at the addictive sensation was all he needed. 

But there came a condition with his sudden obsession; he would only do so on a Sunday—both before and after service. He couldn’t tell you why but he swore it was only on Sundays that he felt heavier, neediest, and too pent up for words.

So, on the days that Sunday did roll around, he’d wake up a whole hour before you did, his eyes cracking at six o’clock sharp. He’ll lay there for a few minutes, heavy lids perched on the sight of you—his sleeping beauty laying without the duvet’s restriction to his eye.

He breathed it all in, from the small pout consuming your lips, the silky cream night slip dress rising with your flooding chest, down to the precious moans mindlessly leaving from you. He often found himself, sneaking a hand behind his briefs to lace around the thick girth of his shaft. A subtle squeeze led to a groan of deliverance he couldn’t afford. 

He picked himself up from beside you, carefully slotting his body between what space was offered by your thighs. The mattress only caved to his body’s contours, sinking especially deep around his perched forearms. His hands cup at your inner thigh, the pulsing pry granting him more room for comfort. 

Nanami knows just how much you look forward to Sundays too, your excitement leading you to take the proactive route. That fact alone is why Nanami’s greeted by the sight of your bare cunt, the pads of his fingers gravitating to the puffy lips. The initial skim of his touch is nothing short of gentle and lingering, minding that he doesn’t slip any further. 

It’s when Nanami’s fingers finally pull apart the lips of your cunt that he falters, allowing a shushed “fuck” to fall from his lips. Even beneath the sun’s latent rays of light, he can see all he needs too—the soft curves of your folds sticky and ridden in slick, the dormant hood of your clit throbbing with the heat of greed.

There’s nothing that really comes to mind when Nanami’s like this, biting back the urge to smother your pussy in his ministrations. But he wants to tease you, bring you to a point just to take it all back. His thumb retires from rest, softly swiping at your clit for his own self-amusement. 

There’s something in it for him, more than his pleasure and more than your orgasm. What Nanami really loved about your pussy was the response, being able to visually watch every single one of his actions settle into your core. Everything he does comes back to him, either in a twitch, a fluttering gasp, or even the uncontrollable spasms of a squirt. 

But for today, all Nanami sought after was for the cute bulb of nerves to kiss at his tongue with a prickling streak of pleasure. He was too quick to remove his essence sullied thumb from you, eyes hinged onto the thinning trail connecting you both. His tongue hurried to replace the fading warmth by pressing against your folds, the delicate sheets parting around him.

What pulls the breathless moan from his chest is you, the rivulets of your taste drizzled all over his tongue. He still can’t believe that a few lazy swirls from his thumb could stir you up like this, enough to get you this wet but still casted away by sleep’s hand.

Either way, a complaint couldn’t have fallen from his lips. Instead, Nanami had a tranquil notion in his mind to take control, his eyes coming to a fluttering shut. It’s why his tongue can drag up to your clit ever so slowly, just to drag down to your slit swiftly.

When he does return to the glimmering bud, it’s nothing but careful nudges. He can feel it too, how your clit begins to harden against him, how the blood all falls to meet his touch. It’s the hot pulses that turn Nanami on all the more, almost as if you’re begging for a break. 

And maybe if he wasn’t so far gone, he’d give you that well-deserved break. Yet, he shines a grin fit for the devil at how generously swollen the tender pearl’s become. It’s a sign of just how close you are and who was he to deny you of any pleasure?

His lips come to a close just above your pussy, sealing off your clit within. Cheeks are hollowed and Nanami can’t control anything else from that point on—not that he really wanted to. It’s out of the kindness of his heart that Nanami’s thumb drifts between your folds once more, grazing along the gummy sheets to soothe over the incoming high. 

Unfortunately, poor Nanami’s so invested in you that he doesn’t notice your hand landing on his head, lithe fingers grappling through the bed of untamed blonde. He doesn’t even notice your hips shuddering from him, trying to pull back from the onslaughts of his worked jaw.

It’s not until Nanami finally decides to greet you that he notices how soaked the bed is underneath you or how his chin faces the same fate. All he does is bring his lips to ghost over the adorably perked hood, ending it all off with a kiss. 

“G’Morning, Sweetheart. Let’s get ready for service, yeah?”

That’s all he leaves you off on, a smug smile and some words before his feet hit the hardwood floor of your bedroom. It’s become normal to him but indescribable for you. As to how he can brush off his lustful whims in an instant fell nothing short of a mystery —considering how the proof laid right before your eyes. Even with disbelief written on your face and a chest desperate for air, you still cared to trudge behind Nanami to start your day.

The clock sits at seven-thirty by the time you and Nanami settle into the car. It’s almost like a clean slate had been taken upon by you both, dressed in the cleanest of attire. His once untamed blonde locks were replaced with his usual style, nothing a pull of a comb couldn’t fix.

A plain navy suit found itself onto Nanami’s body with not a wrinkle in sight. Yet as for you, Nanami really couldn’t keep his eyes off you. In your opinion, it was a lackluster black dress and paired heels that suited anyone at any time. In his opinion, it was everything he lived for. 

When Nanami turns his head to feed his excitement of you, he’s met with the sight he’ll never get over: you with closed eyes, biting down on your finger out of concern. Legs parted just slightly with a small hand tucked beneath your dress. The silent squelches tell Nanami all he needs to know—you were stretching yourself out just for him.  

He gawks at you for just another moment, turning his sights back onto the road in silence. It’s the awkwardness instilled in Nanami that gets him so flustered, a feeling he knows may never overcome.

You being the only other woman in his life weren’t much help either. There are still days when he’ll come to a loss of words, falling into a mindless ramble out of embarrassment. His composure’s lost to the stars and suddenly coherency is out of his reach.

For now, he braces himself for as long as he could, his hand gripping the steering wheel that much tighter until he arrives at the quaint lone-standing building known as the church. But he dare to not stare at the sacred home, his hungered eyes tracing something more interesting. 

A display of mindless behavior really, Nanami’s hand latching onto your wrist. He pulls your hand from between your thighs slowly, fetching the glistening digits to his lips. Of course, he’ll stare right at you as he’s busy cleaning up your mess, his tongue following the glossy strings laid about. It’s only when a simple question rolls from his mouth that you can comprehend his current state of mind. 

“I think we can squeeze a quickie in, what about you?”

You offer him a weak nod before climbing into the backseat, hands tugging at the dress to encircle your waist. Before you could even blink, Nanami’s hovering over you while fidgeting with his belt’s buckle. 

It’s in the heat of a moment like this that you don’t seem to recognize the man you married. You can’t help but form such opinions, asking yourself ridiculous questions without true answers.

Where was the docile boy that existed? Who would only speak when spoken to and stray from any behavior disapproved by his elders? 

Now here he was before you with anticipation heavy on the brain. He isn’t bothered enough to tug at his tie or to unbutton his shirt, opting to slip free from the navy jacket before resting on his haunches. His hands cup the underside of your knees, making it that much easier to press your thighs to your chest.

The pretty swell of your cunt’s lips catches Nanami’s eye, his fingers senselessly drifting against the cloth. He’s so specific to not tear your panties, hooking the soaked inseam to sit along your inner thigh. 

His hand finally slips past his pants to free his cock from the hellish confines, greeting your eye with a dangerous grip. Time was fond of Nanami, ensuring that each second was savored in bliss as he presses the head of his cock to your entrance, the pink crown ripe with the softest of twitches and the thickest of veins just begging for relief.

Elation springs to the forefront of Nanami’s brain, clouding him from the hold of sensibility. His hips almost move for themselves, driving forward in a drunken fury. First, it’s the tip that fills you, barely stretching you for what’s to come. Inch by inch, he’s patiently waiting for the moment where all you know, think, and feel is him.

He loves it truly, watching your eyes widen at the realization, your hands reaching to cover your lips riddled with spit. There’s a certain gasp that takes over your lungs that utterly spoils his ears. Call it a hint of pride, but when that gasp rings from your lips, Nanami can’t help but turn on his ego.

He knows just how deep he was and well he’d fuck that fact out of you, a lesson he swears you seem to forget. But it’s the recoil that drains Nanami for all he’s got, the suffocating clench of your walls pulling such a pretty mewl from his knitted lips. It’s his undoing, pulling from the beckoning thumps of your cervix to press restart on all he’s accomplished for the moment. 

And it’s so unforgiving, the cold etching along his shaft while the head of his cock sits snug with just the slightest peek of pink to meet his eye. His hands search for refuge at the back of your thighs, his nails sinking into the trembling flesh. That same cold is his so-called “excuse” for snapping his hips once more, burying himself in you all over again. 

What follows isn’t simply Nanami rutting himself to absolute filth, of course it isn’t. It’s the insatiable craving pitted at the depths of his tummy, aching for a solution. He’s caught in a blinding lust, unsure of what to chase but knows what the outcome will be. He’s addicted to it, sending his cock so deep inside you, hearing the clashes of skin, down to overseeing you lose all control. 

Sure, there’s a sadistic undertone beneath his amusement but it’s all if nothing but gratitude. He can feel how edged you are, the shivers ripping across your skin, the jolts of your hips when he’s grazing your clit with how close his pelvis was.

He loves watching you lose yourself in it…not to mention in him. Because of that lewd expression of unhinged gratitude is why Nanami can’t help to lean in closer, cutting off the moronic babbles with a kiss. 

Though, just when Nanami thinks he has the upper hand, you always manage the fruit of control right from his hand. The switch in power is so subtle but gradually becomes noticed. By the flutters of your walls, it’s no longer a want to fill you in Nanami’s mind—it’s a need.

That need, or any need really, drives any sane person insane. The urges can no longer be repressed and suddenly it’s itching at their skin, a spot so distant that nothing but the fulfillment of your desires can alieve.

Nanami’s breathing so much harder now to combat his rousing sensations, the head of his cock spry with fizzing nerves. He wants to stop, take a break and cool the rising heat within his body. But when your walls flutter around him again, the quiet and sealed-off mouth of his loses grip and the drivels of pleas fall from his lips all too easily.

But he can’t.

It’s the need that serves a new purpose in Nanami, closing what distance existed to send his cock that much deeper. He’s practically brimming with heat, the veins lining his shaft suffering beneath the exertion of greed. The fat of his cock rests so homely along your walls now that he’s comfortable with letting himself go, his head dropping within the crook of your neck.  He had to make sure every drop would stay, you did have a prayer service to endure, after all.

In his last words, that’s when the hints of dominance seep through. 

“Pretty lil’ pussy’s gonna take everything fr’ me, right?”

Your head unleashes a spool of unhinged nods, serving as enough reason for Nanami. The thick ribbons of white catch onto your womb, drowning you in his scent. It’s so much this time around too, more than the previous Sundays he’d taken to fill you.

The palms of your hands fall over your eyes, using all the latent energy to control the strength of your own orgasm. Your legs trembled from the weight of it alone, triggering tears to crowd at your lash line. Your efforts wouldn’t have been in vain, avoiding all of his hard work to dress his cock in a devastating shade more shameful than white. 

When he manages to catch a breath amidst it all, his eyes dart down to his watch for the time.

8:05 AM.

With mass starting at the sharp time of 8:45, Nanami couldn’t have allowed another minute to pass him by. Not if he wanted his darkest secret displayed for the passing church-goers to see. 

He regretfully drew back from you, tugging your panties back into place. Mentally, he cursed the reality he’d face in a few hours: all of his cum soaked into the cotton. It’d be impossible for you to hold everything, he knew that. Putting his trust in a fading hope, Nanami laid his hand upon you, fingertips drumming a soft rhythm at your lower tummy as he spoke

“Keep it safe for me, Honey. I don’t wanna see a single drop wasted.”

With Nanami’s help, you soon found yourself resting in your usual spot amongst the pews, the first row closest to his reach. Throughout the service, you kept your legs especially tight. You didn’t have to make any eye contact with Nanami to know that his eyes were pinned on you.

He only did ever see you in the crowd, cheering him on with a smile. The pit of his stomach floods with butterflies, fighting a giggle from erupting from his lips.   

After all, with his cum nuzzled oh-so deep inside you, why wouldn’t he?

The holy hour of service concluded just around ten, ending with Nanami and you greeting everyone at the door. The cheerful smiles displayed on your faces are only founded on a facade, the same antics of the morning carrying on. To the people’s eyes, Nanami casually has a hand resting along your lower back, keeping his wife close. 

But you knew what stood behind the act, his fingers slipping warily underneath. He’s playing with the hem of your panties this time, the pads of his digits slinking past the obstruction. He sighs at the results, wet, wet panties.

He brings his lips to your ear, the heat of his breath nipping at the shell. You latch onto his waist, bracing the timid man as his finger finds way to your slit. The explicit words roll off his sullied tongue too fragrantly, leaving you with a fearful reassurance. 

“Aww, I thought it would stay this time. Don’t worry…this time, I’ll keep that pussy extra full next time.”

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-> IRRESISTIBLE! ft. yandere! possessive! alpha! bully! katsuki bakugou! x omega! black! chubby! fem! reader x super soft! yandere! alpha! tamaki amajiki!

-> NOTES: college au! quirkless au! dark themes!

-> WARNINGS: noncon-> dubcon, degradation, slut shaming, delusional alphas feel entitled, drugging, pet names used -> princess and piggy, forced heat, unprotected sex, breeding kink, mxfxm, fellatio (m! receiving), facial, knotting/breeding, enemies to lovers? unedited 👁👁

YOU don’t like Katsuki Bakugou. Being an apex alpha has gotten to his head completely and he feels as though everything belongs to him, everything he wants he gets even if he had to step on a few necks to get it. Unfortunately for you, you’re an omega who he just so happens to enjoy taking advantage of.

If he’s not belittling you with some kind of slur he’s pinching your face a little too hard, shoulder checking you in the hallway when you get too close to him, or he’s saying something uncalled for just to rile you up or make you anxious. It’s never-ending with him.

But oddly enough, he’s never crossed the line. In some way you felt thankful for that fact. But even that narcissistic asshole didn’t outshine the excitement you felt today. You were finally going to confess to your crush.

You had a little pep in your step, you were nearly bouncing off the walls in excitement as you entered the gates of your campus.

If your happiness wasn’t apparent in the way you were basically skipping around than your extra sweet, mouthwatering scent would alert any alpha, and even some betas, within a mile radius about your excitement.

Nothing could ruin your day!

Not even when you walked past Bakugo and the group of delinquents on campus, forcing them to take a whiff of your happiness that caused a certain alpha’s eyes to dilate.

Although you were too busy making your way to your first class, a growl came from Bakugo as a few of his alpha companions had turned to watch you walk away. The blond took notice of your clothing, noticing how you seemed to apply a little more effort into your outfit for the day. He’d never seen you dressed like this. What was going on with you?

You eagerly made your way to your first class and took a seat, ready to officially start the day. You’d have to wait until after your third class to confess, hopefully you wouldn’t lose your steam along the way.

This course, along with others (strangely enough) were also shared with Bakugou but you ignored him most times. Even when he would saunter into the room, roll his vermillion eyes at a couple of groupies, and make his way over to you to sit in the chair directly behind you.

He was weird, you recognized that, and it was difficult to pinpoint what kind of dynamic the two of your had considering it often left you with a headache. But once again, nothing was going to ruin this day for you! Even if you felt him staring at the back of your head, shamelessly sniffing at the air that surrounded you, basically bathing in your happy scent that made his pupils turn into slits.

…

“You got good news or somethin’?” A voice asks you from behind as you stand back up straight after retrieving a snack from a vending machine you’d just purchased from.

When you had fully stood up to your height you felt his breath on your neck and shivered when you were suddenly nose blinded by the smell of sandalwood and poppy flowers, a strange combination. How did you not smell him coming before?

You opened the bag of snacks and began to eat from it, ignoring him as you stepped away from him and began to walk. You didn’t get too far before he eased his way beside you and wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you to his side.

“Ugh, just leave me alone, Bakugou. Why does it even matter to you anyways? So what if I’ve got good news?”

He rubbed his arm against you, right on the back of your neck, affectively scenting you as inconspicuously possible.

“Watch your mouth, piggy. I’m just tryin’ to ask you a question, don’t be a bitch about it. You should be happy an apex alpha like me is showin’ attention to a fatty lil’ omega like you,” he spat, squeezing your shoulder a little too roughly. You put one hand onto his side and attempt to shove him off of you but he doesn’t budge, instead, he tightens his grip, “Just tell me an’ I’ll let go. I just wanna know what’s got lil’ Miss Piggy all dolled up.”

You don’t know why you’re telling him this so blindly or why you didn’t lie but maybe you just wanted to get this over with as quickly as possible.

“I’m gonna confess to the guy I like,” you admitted, your face warming up just the slightest at the mention of said guy who’s smiling face popped up in your mind, making you a little bashful.

Well, that threw him for a loop.

His grip on your shoulders loosen and you take the opportunity to slip out of his hold. You were about to take your leave when you were suddenly overwhelmed by his scent that seemed to maximize in potency, making you quickly cover your mouth and nose to block out as much as possible.

If you inhaled too much of an apex’s scent at such high volumes it could potentially force you into an early heat, which you didn’t want.

Panic started to kick in and you did the only thing you could think of in that moment— run.

You sprint away from the angered alpha who’s seething in pure, fearsome, rage. It’s no surprise that the sudden overflow of his scent has sent a few innocent omegas nearby into an early heat.

“Y/N!”

You hear him scream from where he is, making you pick up your pace, your breathing becoming labored as you moved as fast as you possibly could to get away from him. What was going on? Why was he so angry? What had you done?

You liked someone. You liked someone that wasn’t him. You were his. You were his mate, his omega, his toy, you were born to be with him, born to be bred by him. And now you decided to act out and try and ignore his obvious claims on your very being, your very soul.

…

The best thing would be to go home and hide, but— you couldn’t. You had to confess before you lost your nerve! Who cared about Bakugou and his little bitch fit? This was more important! A plan then came to mind, you would confess and then make your escape, now you just had to find the recipient of your feelings.

Finding him was a little troublesome, difficult actually considering how he didn’t like to interact with people much and always kept to himself. He was overall a rather shy guy who barely said a word but you liked him for those reasons, along with other reasons. He’d been forced to interact with you because of school but you had ended up getting closer and you could tell that he felt romantic things towards you too, otherwise you would have never risked confessing to him if that meant ruining your friendship and getting heartbroken.

“Tamaki!” You exclaim when you finally spot him, sitting down underneath a tree, reading a book. You felt bad for disturbing him but you had to do this quickly.

The dark-haired man quickly looked up from his book, his eyes widening when he spots you running towards him, looking like a frightened lamb and nearly drenched entirely in sweat. He quickly gets up onto his feet right when you try to skid to a stop in front of him, accidentally slamming into his chest because you didn’t stop in time. Luckily, he barely budged and caught you easily, looking down at you in confusion and worry.

He then gagged when a familiar scent filled his nose but it was a little more pungent than usual. It smelt like an angered alpha- who he knew all too well.

“A-are you okay?” He quickly asked, rubbing your shoulders before sending off his own scent in a few waves as an attempt to calm you. You slowly started to relax when lavender and fresh linen began to fill your nose, trying to catch your breath as you leaned into his touch. You had completely missed the way his face turned beet red, too focused on rubbing yourself up against him to rub his scent on you.

“‘m fine,” you muttered, slowly coming down as you caught your breath. He patiently waited for you to do so, his hands finding shelter around your waist as he held you close to his chest.

“Tamaki,” you started, looking up at him with determination in your eyes, “I like you.”

Your confession made his face burn even more, his eyes turning into saucers as he processed your words.

He remained silent, simply staring at you as his face only seemed to darken in color.

“Tamaki…?” You quietly asked, waiting for a response from him.

Nothing.

Just a deer in headlights, a strawberry deer who’s mouth gaped open like he’d just been cornered by an oncoming car.

Why wasn’t he saying anything?

Every second of silence was making you lose your steam and you could already feel an ache in your chest. Was he rejecting you? What’s going on in his head?

You began to pull away from him, worried that he was going to say something you didn’t wish to hear until he tightened his grip and then finally said something.

“May I kiss you, Y/N?”

Now it was your turn to be the deer in headlights but you end up nodding and giving him a smile, giving him permission to kiss you. And so he does, the tender kiss he presses against your lips is much more than you imagined. His lips are soft and plush, molding perfectly with yours.

This moment was all too surreal. You couldn’t believe your luck and you weren’t going to start doubting it anytime soon.

As you stood there sucking face with a man that wasn’t him, Bakugou stood nearby, watching from a distance, silently planning on how he was going to punish you and the man you had set your sights on. What comes next… is all your fault. This wasn’t how the plan was supposed to go, you had started acting out on your own too prematurely.

…

You and Tamaki had kissed for some time before finally pulling away to breathe, a bright smile appearing on your face as you rested your hands around his neck, his hands placed on your hips. A small smile adorned his face as you both silently stared at each other, his face not lowering in temperature.

“Do you wanna go out with me, Tamaki?” You ask, eyes looking over his face as you take him in fully.

Your question only makes his smile grow and he quickly nods before enthusiastically shouting, “Yes!” The sudden yell made you jerk back in surprise but you laughed lightly afterwards, your own smile only growing as you leaned up to give him another kiss.

How sickening. You’re out of your mind, you were already with him! At least he thought so. Yet, here you were, kissing another man, too soon, too early. This wasn’t apart of the plan.

Any logic that had been left holding him in place completely evaporated as he stalked towards the new happy couple who were sharing a few shy kisses, almost as if they’d been deprived for years.

It all happened so fast. Tamaki was snatched from you and pushed away out of your grasp. Your eyes flew open as you looked around in confusion, not sure of what had happened. You were stunned to see Tamaki being pinned against the tree he’d been sitting underneath just a few minutes prior, caged in by none other than your bully.

“The fuck do you think you’re doin’, NERD?” Bakugou shouted into Tamaki’s face, baring his teeth at the other alpha who stared at him in shock. You moved to grab Bakugou’s arm, pulling him as an attempt to ease up on the other, “Get off of him! What the hell do you think YOU’RE doing, Bakugou? Let him go, asshole!”

He turned his head and glared at you, “This is your fault. You shouldn’t have been fuckin’ around with people when you know you’re MINE.”

Scoffing at his words, you feel a rush of anger and shove him, even if it does nothing to move him, “I am not! I don’t know what’s wrong with you and your sick mind or what kind of delusions you have but I am NOT yours and I NEVER will be.”

Those aren’t the words you were supposed to say. You weren’t feeding into his perfect little fantasy like he wanted you to.

He pulled himself away from Tamaki and started stepping towards you, nearly foaming at the mouth in anger, “You think ‘m gonna just let you slut your way around under my nose? You’re fuckin’ stupid if you think that, piggy. I’m an APEX alpha, you were MADE for me. You weren’t made for anyone else but me and only me. This fuckin’ creep you’re lip-lockin’ with isn’t your mate, I AM.”

After hearing his delusional proclamation you clench your fist and shout at him, all of those months of being ridiculed had finally burst, “MATE? HOW CAN YOU CALL ME YOUR MATE WHEN ALL YOU DO IS TREAT ME LIKE SHIT? YOU’RE FUCKING CRAZY, KATSUKI BAKUGO. I HATE YOU. I HATE EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU. I HATE YOUR FACE, YOUR VOICE… EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU DISGUSTS ME!”

You pant after yelling on one breath, your chest heaving as you stared at him with nothing but hate in your eyes. Tamaki had moved from where he was forced, staring between the two of you, ready to interject if necessary.

“You… you don’t mean that,” the blond began, a crestfallen look coming over his features, “You’re lyin’. I hate liars. You’re a goddamn LIAR! You don’t hate me! You LOVE me, I know you do.”

Your brows raised at him, confused by how he had just totally skimmed over everything you said, further diving into his own hallucinations.

“I know you don’t mean it, piggy. Just apologize and I’ll forget this ever happened, okay? I won’t punish you if you say you’re sorry and you mean it,” he mumbles, almost like he’s trying to console you, “The last thing I’d wanna do is hurt you…” The look in his eyes suddenly switches up, the smell of his scent shifting around in ways that you never knew were possible. A terrifying glint and the softness of his voice sparked a sense of terror in you.

Punishment?

You need to leave. Now.

He takes a step toward you. You step back. He steps forward. You step back.

And then a hand is placed on his shoulder. Tamaki.

“I don’t know what your problem is but I don’t like the tone you’re using with my girlfriend,” Tamaki states rather darkly, squeezing the man’s shoulder, “You’re scaring her. Get a grip. She doesn’t like you and you’re not her mate.”

The new voice made Bakugou remember the scene that had unfolded in front of him a few minutes ago and he whipped around to deck the man who’d kissed you in the face. However, Tamaki stopped the punch from coming into contact with his face by catching it with his own hand.

The silence between them is nerve wracking, you can feel your own anxiety start to bubble up inside of you. You had never seen Tamaki act in such a way and it frightened you, it also aroused you but that was besides the point. Two alphas fighting was never a good thing and you needed to stop it, especially if it ended up being on campus. You didn’t want Tamaki to get expelled but you could give two shits about Bakugou after all he’s put you through.

“Tamaki,” you called his name and moved towards him to grab the hand that was unoccupied, “Let’s just go, he’s not even worth it.” The raven-haired man stares back at the blond before he eased up and stepped away, letting go of his fist. “Stay away from me,” you warned Bakugou, pointing a finger at him before you tugged Tamaki away, leaving the near heartbroken blonde where he was.

Why couldn’t you just apologize? Why couldn’t you just be a good girl? What comes next will be for your own good, even if it came a little too soon.

…

You hated to admit it but you were terrified. So frightened to the point where you had asked Tamaki if you could spend the night with him in his apartment. You couldn’t tell what it was but you knew that Bakugou had snapped, and you didn’t want to find out what would happen if you stayed around him any longer. You’d been sitting on the couch in Tamaki’s dorm, currently wearing some clothes you’d gotten from your dorm before going to his place. Trying to distract yourself from whatever feeling that was in your stomach was especially difficult when every little noise nearly made you jump out of your skin. Tamaki sat beside you, an arm wrapped around your shoulders as you leaned into his side, burying your face into his neck to rub at his scent glands. He had turned on a movie and held you close, hoping to soothe you after the.. altercation.

He said nothing, but no words were needed, him being there was enough to at least ease a little bit of your anxiety. Eventually, you fell asleep, chubby cheek pressed against his chest as he pulled you closer to his body. His sweet princess, he’s loved you for so long and now you were finally his.

The male held you comfortably against him for just a bit longer, making sure you were deep in sleep, before grabbing his phone from his pocket, pressing a few buttons before holding the phone against his ear.

“Yeah… I got her here. That shit you pulled today was ridiculous though, you couldn’t have waited? You need to work on your patience, Bakugou. You and I have the same goal, you can’t just act out like that.”

“Whatever. Leave your window unlocked or I’ll break ‘em. And don’t fuckin’ touch her before I get there, nerd. Otherwise I’ll kick your fuckin’ ass-“

“We already agreed. It’s not my fault she actually likes me, and not you. Maybe if you were a little less insufferable she would have returned your feelings by now,” Tamaki commented before hanging up the phone, knowing that Bakugou would probably end up screaming profanities through the phone if he hadn’t.

He set his phone down and then turned his head to look at your sleeping face, cooing a little as he leaned in to kiss your forehead, watching as your nose scrunched up in confusion.

“I’m so sorry you had to deal with that creep today, princess. But I promise he’s not as bad as he seems. He’s just a little emotionally constipated,” he sighs, caressing your cheek before he swiped his thumb over your bottom lip. As you slept, his hands began to wander, completely ignoring Bakugou’s words. You just looked so soft and malleable, it was hard NOT to touch you and plus you did agree to date him so this wasn’t that bad, right? Well, that didn’t matter.

He was already lightly brushing his hand over your thighs, lightly pinching and poking your pudgy tummy and had fondled your breast before pulling his hand away. It would be better if you were awake, he told himself, and he needed to prepare you soon. He was a little hypocritical about telling Bakugou to be patient when he was the one beginning to struggle to control himself, but he pulled himself together and stood up, scooping you into his arms to carry you carefully to his bedroom to lay you down on your back on top of his bed, sprawled out as he binds your wrists to the wire headboard using some silk wraps he just so happened to have, almost like he’d been waiting for this moment for quite some time.

You somehow managed to stay fast asleep despite him moving you around and touching you all over. That totally didn’t have to do with the drug that he’d slipped into your water earlier…

After you had been properly secured to his bed’s headboard, the sound of his window opening made him look up, seeing Bakugou come climbing through said window.

“Well, at least you’re useful sometimes,” the blond commented while brushing off his sweatshirt, moving to stand on the side of his bed while crossing his arms over his chest, peering down at your sleeping form.

“You’re late. Took you long enough,” Tamaki mumbled, going to shut the window afterwards before shutting the curtains.

“Tch, I got here, didn’t I? Hop off my dick.”

“Wasn’t on it in the first place.”

“Shut up. When’s she gonna wake up?”

“Hm..” Instead of answering, he moved to get closer to you on the other side of the bed and pinched your nose, temporarily stopping you from breathing.

You didn’t react at first but then it became hard to breath, forcing you to gasp for air while your eyes shot open, your body jerking upwards as you try to regain your control over your own body.

Tamaki moves his hand from your nose and quietly waits for you to relax, watching over you as adjust to everything in the room.

Where were you? What was going on? Why couldn’t you move like you wanted to? You looked around, trying to register your surroundings and shrunk back into the bed when you realized the two pair of eyes that were focused on you.

Your eyes widened when you noticed Bakugou smirking down at you while Tamaki remained emotionless, staring down at you as you tried to understand what was going on, what was happening.

The smell of these two aggressive alphas wasn’t helping you either and before you could control yourself your scent began to turn sour, an involuntarily whimper escaping your lips.

“Tamaki, what’s going on? Why is he here?”

The alpha reached over and caressed your cheek with the back of his hand, “This is the best way to keep you safe, princess. We both love you and want the best for you. I know you don’t like Bakugou right now but you’ll learn to. He’s really not that bad.”

You could not fathom what was happening. You didn’t know what to say or what to do, not like you could do much when you realized that you had been tied up.

“What are you… What are you even saying?! Untie me right now!”

“Can’t do that, piggy. You’ll run away,” Bakugou finally speaks up, starting to release his scent in an overwhelming waves, “Just relax and let it happen. We’ll treat you right.”

His scent was soon joined with Tamaki’s, making it difficult for you to breathe. The more you inhaled their combined scents the heavier your body felt, every inhale hitting your core, forcing you closer and closer into an early heat.

You attempt to fight back, writhing and whining as you try and hold out of what they’re attempting to force you into.

Dealing with the powerful scent of one alpha’s scent was already hard enough but with the both of them pumping pheromones into the air, forcing it down your throat, you can’t hold out for much longer and before you know it— you’ve lost.

The spiderweb of heat exerts itself within you and you begin to squirm and tremble, the unforgivable waves of arousal striking you over and over again without remorse or mercy.

Your scent changes, heightening in sweetness, your underwear soaked with slick as your insides began to contract, ready to accept the children your body so desperately needed.

“She’s ready,” Tamaki lowly comments, as if he needed to in the first place since both alphas could smell you.

Bakugou wastes no time in getting on the bed to grab at your bottoms and tug them off, shoving them aside. The brief brush of his hands made you whimper in desperation, craving release.

“N-need… need to be—- bred,” you mumbled, glancing between the two alphas who had been looming over you, observing you, their cocks becoming painfully hard as they strained against their pants.

“Don’t worry about that, piggy. I’ll breed ya nice and full,” Bakugou hums, wasting no time in ripping your underwear clean off your body, starting to fumble with his pants so he could sink himself deep inside of you as quickly as possible.

“Who told you you could go first?” Tamaki questions, shoving Bakugou aside, “We haven’t even prepped her yet, meathead. You might end up breaking her in half with your beast dick.”

Bakugou growled at the other man when he was shoved aside but then smirked at the thought of breaking you beyond repair, “What other way ‘m I ‘sposed to do it then? Be gentle and kind like a little bitch? I ain’t like you, nerd.”

Tamaki groaned in realizing that there was no winning with this guy, turning his attention back to you when he noticed your eyes had been watching him intently, glazed over with lust.

“Don’t worry, princess. I’ll prep you good, just relax, alright?” He cooed, feigning a sense of comfort like he hadn’t just forced your heat on you.

He slips his hands underneath your shirt and then pushes up your bra, leaving your chest exposed for his eyes as he glanced over your nipples that perked up from just the slightest bit of exposure to a sudden gush of the air-conditioned breeze flowing through his apartment.

Nothing is truly clear to you and its almost as if the logical portion of your brain was taking a backseat to your lust. Perhaps that was a good thing, otherwise you wouldn’t have been able to escape what was happening to you and you’d have to face reality.

Tamaki leaned down to latch onto one of your brown peaks, swirling his tongue around it before he bit down, leaving a print of his teeth. You yelped in surprise at the sudden action but didn’t shy away, only moving in closer to let him continue what he was doing.

While Tamaki abused your poor chest with bites and licks that would certainly leave your skin raw, Bakugou took the opportunity to get between your legs, burying his face between them while grabbing your legs to rest your plush thighs onto his shoulders and loosely around his neck. The added pleasure of him lapping up your slick and flicking his finger over your clit made your vision snowy and unfocused.

You couldn’t focus on just one pleasure, it was all too much, yet it wasn’t enough to fully satisfy you.

The two alphas ravaged you with their mouths, leaving you breathless and whining, your nails digging into the palms of your hands as they left crescent imprints into your skin, toes curling in response.

“Mmm… alphas!” You shouted, shaking violently as your climax started to creep up on you like a building tsunami.

The shout of their titles seemed to spur them on.

Suddenly, Tamaki is biting down a little harsher than before, nearly breaking the skin on one of your tits and Bakugou is sucking on your clit like he was going to die without it.

And that’s when it happens.

You gushed out essence right onto the blond’s tongue, eliciting an animalistic noise of pleasure from him as he got a better taste of the bittersweetness of your release. If there was one thing a heat could do it was make you hyper sensitive, a blessing and a curse.

He lapped at your heated folds just to clean you up completely before leaning back, unable to wait any longer as he unzipped his pants and yanked his cock from its confines.

Bakugou wastes no time, giving neither you or Tamaki a chance to say anything when he’s suddenly buried himself inside of you.

Your walls were resistance at first but then he dug his nails into your hips, the pain making you unconsciously open up for him, allowing him to ease further into you to the point where his balls rested right up against your ass. Your back arched off of the bed for the umpteenth time, fullness overtaking you when you felt him press right up into your womb.

“You just couldn’t wait could you?” Tamaki asked after he noticed what Bakugou was doing. He had just released one of your overly sucked nipples from his mouth with a ‘pop’, watching Bakugou who decided it was his turn to go first.

“Shut up,” the blond groaned, finding it difficult to concentrate when your velvety walls kept clenching around his girth, sucking him in and awaiting his seed, “You talk too fuckin’ much.”

While Bakugou took you below, it was only natural for Tamaki to find a hole that was accessible for him but not in the way someone would expect.

He’s moved to the side of the bed to sit back on his legs, facing your side with his cock pressed against your cheek.

He wraps his hand around his length and begins to stroke slowly, looking down at you through his eyelashes, trying to get an accurate measurement of your feelings in the moment. You turned to meet his gaze, blinking back a few tears that had made themselves present on your bottom lids.

“Want me to untie you?” He asks, continuing to stare at you while jerking himself off.

Bakugou made no attempt to move just yet, simply savoring the feeling of your walls holding him in place, fluttering around him like the wings of a butterfly.

You quickly nodded at Tamaki, suddenly feeling the unbearable urge to touch one of them, both of them if you could reach.

He followed your request and did just that, unknotting the silk wraps from around your wrists to give you your control back- or, whatever little you had in the first place.

Your hand found itself replacing Tamaki’s hand, gripping and jerking his cock for him as he sighed in pleasure, allowing you to do whatever you wished.

It was then at that moment did Bakugou finally start to move, realizing that your attention hadn’t been on him. Something he had learned to loathe.

He pulled himself from you halfway and then slammed back in, the fat on your body jiggling with the intensity of his movement as you shouted his name, making you grip Tamaki’s cock a little too hard.

But it seemed the pervert alpha liked it, thrusting into your hand when you squeezed him just a little tighter.

You looked down at Bakugou who had began to thrust and thrust, crashing his hips into you as your slick spilled from the sides of your folds, coating his length. The squelching noise filled your ears and gave you a second of clarity, making you realize who had been fucking you and what state you were currently in.

You opened your mouth, about to shout at the blond who hammered away at your womb until that very same blond reached forward and pinched your clit, pulsating his fingers on its sides. Simultaneously, he continued to rut into you at a beast-like speed, making you bounce up and down, body ricocheting all over the place. Judgement disappeared from your mind as he began to play you like a fiddle.

Tamaki, on the other hand, while you had paused jerking him off, he continued to fuck your fist while Bakugou fiercely fucked your cunt.

With how intent Bakugou was on breeding you, you unconsciously gripped onto the object that just so happened to be in your hand, further aiding in Tamaki’s pleasure as he began to pant and whimper, still using your hand as a makeshift fleshlight.

“C-close,” he stammered out, his hips stuttering for a few seconds as he sped up his thrusting.

It only took a few more strokes before he began to paint your beautiful face.

Ropes of pearly white cum shot from his tip, hitting you right on the forehead. And then another rope came, coating your cheek, your nose, and your chin.

You were too stunned to do anything, shutting your eyes when his cum started to drip down as it threatened to get in your eyes.

You then felt a swipe of a finger over your forehead, stopping the cum from getting in your eyes. When the threat of the salty seed getting in your eyes was erased you looked up, catching the gaze of Tamaki who stared intently down at you and then licked his own cum from his thumb. He then flashed you a shy but dazzling smile, “Sorry, princess. Couldn’t help it.”

“Un-fuckin’-fair,” Bakugou spat from where he was, pausing his rutting to stare at the oddly intimate display in front of him, “I wanted to do that, shithead!”

“Don’t ruin the mood, Bakugou. Finish getting our princess off or I’ll gladly do it myself,” Tamaki spat, squinting at the other alpha.

That really pissed him off.

“Don’t,” he pulled out of you and began to slam back into you with each word, increasing his aggression with each thrust, “Tell,” slam, “Me,” slam, “What,” slam, “To,” slam, “Fuckin’,” slam, “DO!”

You yelped with each hit to your cervix that was nearly punctured, reaching down to grab at the wrist that held one of your hips in place, “TOO HARD!”

Why did you have to suffer the blunt of his anger?

Upon realizing what he had done, Bakugou looked down at you almost apologetically and then mumbled a sorry. But— he wasn’t truly sorry.

Especially not when he went back to the pace he was using before, placing both hands on your waist as he went back to breeding you relentlessly.

Tamaki reached past your lower stomach to take over Bakugou’s job of stimulating your clit, holding a hand over the nub just barely centimeters over it so that with each movement of your body being fucked in, your clit would graze over the palm of his hand.

They were driving you absolutely wild, you didn’t even feel your next climax coming until it was too late— another earthquake of pleasure shocking you into a wave of body spasms that made your legs cramp up.

You never knew you could get fucked so good to the point of getting a Charley horse but here you were.

Even after your climax, you’re forced to take each thrust from the blond between your legs, overstimulating your poor core as an aftershock orgasm hit you.

A few more of those and the alpha groaned out in pleasure, pulling you down onto his cock completely while halting his thrusts, pushing as deeply as he possibly could before releasing and painting the insides of your walls with his seed.

“Gonna give you my knot, piggy. You can take it, I know you can,” he sighs while leaning forward to place his hands onto the bed to support himself, the area beneath his cockhead beginning to swell up and expand inside you, effectively locking him into your womb to make sure that you catch every drop of his essence. The sudden expansion of his knot made you shake, a feeling of discomfort as well as the sense of satisfaction bubbling up within you. It seemed that your heat was being fed, finally.

“You said you weren’t going to knot her yet,” Tamaki frowned, rubbing at his temples, “Eh, guess it was my fault for thinking you could be trusted.”

“Ugh, just shut up already, elf ears,” Bakugou mumbled, finding it difficult to hold himself up as you take his knot, effectively draining him.

Ignoring the harshness of the blond, Tamaki rolls his eyes and wipes your face with the back of his hand, cleaning some of the drying cum from your cheek, “Are you alright, princess? I’m sorry that he’s so rough, but I can’t blame him… You’re irresistible.”

All you can do is blink at him a few times before offering a weak smile, soon sinking into a much needed rest. Oh did these two have hell to pay when you got the drugs out of your system.

a guide on how to write and make it work for your black readers bc some of y'all be forgetting we exist:

instead of "he ran his fingers through her hair", try "he put his hands in her hair." about anyone can put their hands in their hair, but not everyone can finger comb through that hair. it might be better to not mention hair in that sense at all, but if you're going to, at least consider everyone.

don't put e/c (eye color), h/c (hair color), h/l (hair length), etc. if you're going to disregard it and write it as if everyone has long, brown or blonde hair and blue-green eyes anyway. at that point, you should just make it an x oc story.

black people don't blush!!! "her cheeks flushed red", no, they didn't!!! write embarrassment by stuttering, fiddling, or common tells, like playing with a hairtie on their wrist or awkwardly tapping their foot. you can say "her cheeks heated up" because that just implies our face got warm, but don't mention a visible blush.

"she threw her hair up into a messy bun." 👁👄👁

now, to my fellow black/poc writers!! reblog and offer some knowledge!!! tell these writers how to be inclusive!! i'll be waiting :)

Nahh I was just playin, domestic Kaminari with a black s/o bring on the fluffy stuff >:)

not adding tags bc this dont derseve it

Kaminari laced his fingers with yours, and you both walking into your local beauty supply store.

“Woah,” his jaw fell slack as he gawked at the countless items on the shelves and walls.

“There’s so many of the white stuff you put in your hair!”

“Leave in conditioner, Denki...”

He browses up and down the aisles mesmerized by all the good smelling conditioners and oils.

“Hey, (y/n) here’s that lip gloss you use!” He exclaims loudly, (too loudly as a few people that turned their heads in your direction) and waved the tube of clear gloss in your face.

You face palmed. “Denki I can’t take you ANYWHERE. Put it back!!”

He pouted, but followed your command, and went off to sulk in another aisle while you went to pay for your items.

When he started dating you, a whole new world of different cultures and customs opened up for him, and he loved it.

Finally when you were done shopping, you guys left the supply store, Kaminari spat on the sidewalk.

You shoved him. “Nasty!!”

“The white coconut smelling stuff doesn’t taste as good as it smells,” he commented.

Awe, he would be such a gent too sweet naught sero

Bubble bath and naughty whispers with Sero pls pls pls

“Almost there, babe, what are you? Scared?”

“I’m being led blindfolded into god knows where to do god knows what—yes, I’m scared!”

When your boyfriend came to you saying that he had a surprise you were a bit surprised. Sero knew you didn’t like surprises because you hated the idea of possibly reacting the wrong way, but you trusted your boyfriend. Hence why you now found yourself being led through the house blindly being guided by your boyfriend’s strong hands towards the bathroom.

“You know you can trust me.”

“Pffftt!”

You heard his warm laughter and it made you smile. Finally you felt the cool tiles of the bathroom floor beneath your flexing toes.

“Alright, Amor,” the blindfold got lifted, “open your eyes.”

You blinked a few times, and gasped as the dark shapes took focus in the flickering candlelight.

“Sero, oh my god...”

The huge jacuzzi tub was surrounded by small tea candles on the rim and taller ones leading up to it. Rose petals sprinkled the floor and the humidity of the water made the air hazy.

“This is so amazing.”

“Yeah?” Sero whispered against your neck, big hands massaging your shoulders. “Let’s jump in then, yes?”

Your legs felt like jelly as your boyfriend’s long fingers caressed your sides and he slipped your shirt off.

You let him slide down your pants and underwear before helping him out of his own clothes.

“Up we go,” Sero exclaimed, scooping you in his arms bridal style much to your delight.

He carried you both into the warm water and dipped you both in the water.

“Goddd that’s amazing~” you sighed

“You’re amazing.” He cooed back.

On the rim of the tub rested a bottle of wine and two glasses accompanied by a tray with chocolates.

“Baby, really?!” You squealed pointing to the treats.

“Mhm. It’s Valentine’s Day, love, you deserve nothing less.”

Grabbing the bottle, you noted the concentration of alcohol with a quirked brow.

“Mmhhmm..you sure you’re not just using that as an excuse to get me too drunk to say no to you?”

Sero smirked back and his touch reached your sex beneath the water, making you gasp.

“Oh, love,” he pulled you closer to his taut body, “trust me I don’t need alcohol for that.” His warm mouth tasted your neck before he nibbled at your ear. “I wouldn’t want to do that anyway. I like it when my baby wants and needs me completely.”

“Hanta~” his warm breath tickled your skin and made goosebumps rise. You could feel his manhood flexing against your ass beneath the water.

“Tonight I really just want to take care of the most amazing being I’ve ever met, yeah.” He kissed your neck again. “Sound good to you, Amor?”

You nodded growing weaker at his every touch and word.

“Sounds good, babe.”

Masterlist even though i haven’t posted that much shit :>

Ban x poc!plus sized!punk!reader

On the way to run some errands, Ban confesses something to y/n; fluff

Android! Izuku x F! Reader

Y/n suspects something about Deku’s past and helps him through it; NSFW, angst, fluff, small mommy kink, soft boy.

Sero x Chubby! GN! reader

Sero HC; fluff

Izuku Midoriya x Dom! F! reader

Y/n’s package arrives early, let the pegging ensue; NSFW, slight mention of BDSM, mommy kink, bottom! Izu, Midoriya just get’s really fucked out and you really enjoy it.

Please see the regards for requests

all of my works will be posted on my Ao3 account

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.”

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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."

Why do y'all do this to me!!! 🥵🥴🍆⚰️⚰️⚰️⚰️⚰️☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️ Just TAKE ME OUT!!!🤤😭😭😭

Daddy’s Chain

A/N : Ugh this is so self indulgent right now like it’s been months since I’ve had somebody chain dangling on my face in the most disrespectful possible way *Tugs at my hair*

A/N: I’m horny on the main but anyway reader is female and everyone is aged up pro hero’s. You’re welcome to pitch an idea for me to thirst as well.

Trigger Warning: Cursing,Sex,Manhandling,Oral (receiving&giving),Praise,Degrading, Squirting,creampie.

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Mirio Togata ☀️

You’ve bought this gold chain for Mirio as a birthday gift and he was so excited to wear it. Like this man was giddy sitting between your legs waiting for you to put the chain on him.

“Oh wow thanks sunshine for this gift I love it! Now let me show you how much I love it..”

Mirio is taking your panties off and is going straight to town on the pussy like a starved man finally getting his first meal.

His sucking the clit, spelling his full name twice in slow motion, knuckles deep with three fingers making that come here motion with your gspot. Like he’s lapping you up and massaging your inner thighs. When he’s tongue fucking you he’s holding your thighs in his strong arms and one hand is kneading your boob and the other is rubbing the clit oh so sweetly.

You’re squirming and moaning until you have that feeling of your orgasm approaching fast and hard. Trying to pull his head away but this man isn’t moving only gripping you tighter. Until you can’t hold back anymore and you squirted all over him coating him in your love juices.

“Wow y/n was all that for little ole me? Seems like I will have to give you something better” he says licking his lips and pulling you on to the edge of the chair then placing your legs on his shoulders to free his cock and lining himself up to you.

This man is going to give deep long smooth strokes while leaning closer to you so he can feel your warm breath on his neck. Sis you can’t move because of y’all was positioned on the couch and you didn’t want to move.

All you could feel was the chain dangling above you just barely rubbing your nose. Seeing his head thrown back in pleasure from your warm tight walls just creaming and fluttering around him.

He’s giving you a view of his neck and shoulders like this man jaw is slacked open groaning at how you was feeling.

“Ah my sweet sunshine please cream all over my cock, you can do it yeah I’m so close” he says leaning his forehead onto yours and kissing you softly.

Few more strokes and both of y’all are cumming together while moaning into the kiss.

“God as much as I love when you cream all over me but you gotta keep all of my love inside of you okay sweetness” he says watching you cream and softly touching yourself.

Bakugou Katsuki 💥

This man low key knew that you liked when he wore the chain you brought him for Valentine’s Day because it was a rare occasion since he was nervous of ruining the chain during a battle.

You’re in the kitchen minding your business as he comes home from being in the office. Then here comes this caveman after his shower picking you up and slinging you over his shoulder and turning off the stove.

You squeal and he smacks your barely covered ass. Then he tossed you on the bed and proceeded to rip your panties off and grinned at you complaining.

“Shut the fuck up I can buy you other pair and then some.” He says as he pulls your legs apart and get in between them just to kiss you roughly squeezing your cheeks together in one hand and the other was knuckle deep in your pretty cunt.

Pulling his hand away from your face to pull his boxers down enough for his dick to be free then taking the hand that is wet from you. Stroking his cock while kissing on your boobs and biting your nipple.

“You’re going to be a good girl and let me abuse this sweet pussy of yours ?” He said rubbing the tip on your clit roughly. Lining himself up against you he lifts your legs and placing them close to your chest. Placing his hands on the bend of your knees to keep you in place.

Sis you’re a panting mess and you notice he’s wearing the chain as he leans up to take in all of you before he stuffs your poor hole in one motion while wearing that look of satisfaction.

“F-fuck suki.. wait a second” you’ve squeal as feel him entering roughly into your velvety walls. Trying to stop his hips for a second to breathe.

“Nope I’ve been waiting all day to be inside of you” leaning down start thrusting in a rough needy way that was deep. Giving you a good view of his chain he lifts up a little bit and looking down at you with with a grin.

I’m talking like y’all are sweating and grunting. His quirk is going off a little bit while you’re clawing at his arms eyes rolled backed from the sight above you.

Like this man muscles was flexing from the movements. The veins was showing nicely on his forearms. The chain was moving back and forth with the rhythm he had set in place. Hitting your face in a teasing way just causing you to clench around him and cream yourself.

“Fucking needy slut already cumming well I’m not finished with you teddy bear.. goans- we got all night” he said while grabbing your boob roughly and picking up the pace.

Kirishima Eijirou 🦈

It was supposed to be just a shower and nothing else.. until you bent over in front of Kiri to pick up the shampoo.

This man is grabbing your ass roughly and spreading them so he can rub his semi hard cock against you.

“Fuck pebble you should be careful when in the shower.” He says smacking your ass harshly. “ Be a good bitch and let me use your throat okay ?” Turning you around and rubbing his cock all on your face.

This man loves fucking your throat with no problem because it’s the closest thing that makes a mess that he craves besides your fat warm cunt.

Okay his balls is slapping your chin and your nose is brunch up against his pelvis. You’re on your knees hands between your legs to keep balance. He’s got a handful of hair to hold you in place while he’s hunched over you.

The water is hitting his back one hand is on the wall to keep him from falling over. His abusing that throat of yours just loving the gurgling sounds you was making against him.

“Wow I knew you have a talent for sucking cock. But look at you barely breathing and yet you’re eagerly allowing me to plow your worthless tiny throat.” He says while picking up the pace until he felt himself about to cum.

“Fuck I’m about to cum and your going to hold it while I fuck this slutty cunt of yours until you’re a dumb bitch okay?” He says as he pushes your head closer as he cums groaning he pulls back and pulls you by your hair.

He picks you up and walks to the sink. Sits you on the edge and proceeded to stuff you with his cock and asks you to open your mouth.

“Open that slutty mouth of yours so I can see my cum. Also don’t think I didn’t notice that you came from that face fucking.” He says in a condescending tone grabbing your throat and he starts thrusting rough and fast as he sees your mouth opened.

This man is biting you and you feel everything thing he’s giving you all at once but one thing you’re focusing on was that chain dangling.

He was getting sloppy but rougher because he’s released was close.

“Let my cum fall from your mouth I wanna see it.” He grunts out as he’s gripping your ass roughly as he’s cumming.

You looked fucked out and a mess from him. He’s pulled out and leaning on you as the cum drips from both holes. Kissing your neck softly and rubbing where his hands was gripping you.

“Thank you baby I couldn’t help myself” he says in your neck and holding you until the sink gives out underneath you guys..

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