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Jesus....

⭐︎・book spine — bakugo k ; drabble

authors note: I saw a really cute blondie at my local bookstore and just knew I needed to write this for bakugo.

content warning: dacryphilia, choking, face fucking, hair pulling, squirting, smut.

Thinking about how bookstore clerk!bakugo helps out a special little customer more than the rest.

You're having trouble reaching a book? He's behind you in a second, his back against yours as his muscled arm stretches above you (probably making fun of your book of choice in the process).

Is there no more copies of the book you're looking for on the shelf? No worries, ‘cause he's leading you to the storage room so you can search through the boxes while he pounds your sex from behind.

Did you drop some change on the ground? Bakugo’s kneeling down and picking it all up for you, eyeing you up your skirt in the process before standing and placing it all in your palm as he peaks down your shirt at your chest.

And when it's just you two in the store, you can guarantee he's gonna take advantage of it.

Face fucking you behind the counter, one fist in your hair as the other wraps tightly around your pretty throat. Watching as salty tears roll down your cheeks.

Fucking you from behind on the floor so fast you think you're dreaming. He's pulling you back by your hair so he can leave marks on your neck and watching as your back arches like a broken book spine.

And he's relishing in how you squirt all over his cock, dirtying his pants and the store's carpet. Maybe he'll have to punish you for making such a mess while he's working.

bookstore clerk!bakugo. <3

But like their kids are so cute and that is EXACTLY how I would think Dabi child actually is

Dabi,Shigaraki: meet their teenage kid from the future, the kid was hit by a time travel Quirk, any who the guy keeps trying to coax the kid telling him who the mommy is, as the kids is wearing a hood and mask so they can only see their eyes which is the dad's eye color, when it time to leave the kid finally take off their hood and mask, and looks exactly like a girl who works a the 7/11 a few blocks from the hideout.

He'd always loiter in the shop during his usual free time, flipping the close sign to mess around or tapping his nails against the glass freezer out of boredom cause he doesn't have enough money to buy a beer, and would occasionally talk to that pretty girl behind the cashier tricking her to give him free foods and drinks in exchange of sparing her life against any villainous threat, not oblivious to how the tables have turned when he realized his heart was the one being tricked whenever she coaxes him to stop his crazy antics and treating him a cup of noodles and coffee instead.

She's not scared of his mismatched skin littered with staples, and the fact that she's talking to a murderous villain was enough for him to consider, that perhaps she was treating him as a normal person or she had gone crazy, but he was intrigued of knowing more about her.

Dabi won't get tired seeing her until he had to stop going there after a certain kid showed up, manifesting his blue flames and that eyes that mirrored his, he was intelligent enough to piece everything together concluding he was his son before he could even introduce himself.

“I'm hungry old man, shit I forgot you're broke oh what about I ask Mom instead...”

Now that got his attention, facing his cocky child seemingly smirking under that mask when he mentioned his father's only weakness.

“Care to tell me what's your Mom's name come on what do you want? I have candy here you piece of shit”

Well that aggressive bribery didn't work, avoiding the subject every time he'd pester him, impatient enough to the point of threatening him of burning him alive which he responded with “You can't kill your own child”

“I can't believe my Mom fell in love with a rat guy like you, pfftt just look at how pathetic you are, oh im glad I didn't take your last name totoroki? Todoroki i think” “What did you say you pipsqueak, watch your mouth”

“Dabi! Why are you picking a fight on a poor boy, are you insane”

Interrupting them was a bad timing one time when they met once again, yet despite of this he did notice his child's stoic eyes changing into longing ones when he met her.

Dabi didn't believe his first assumption until his son had to leave soon, waving him goodbye and removing his mask, revealing his face with that usual smug he got from him yet he resembled her Mother more, yes that lovely girl on his mind.

“It was nice meeting you again Dad, make sure you go back to her and pay her back for every cup noodles cause you're always stressing her out anyway this is goodbye, see you after 3 years”

Leaving him in dazed before remembering he had to go back to meet her again.

He'd often stay in that shop after his late night gaming activity, buying anything to eat and annoying that cashier who always ogle on what he's playing on his handheld console. Rudely telling her he'll kill her which she only shrugs off as a joke, sometimes peeking behind to get a glimpse of what he's doing and giving him advice once in a while about using a mage character on that level which surprisingly very effective.

He can't admit the fact that he have forgotten his plan to kill her for being too nosy, but he can't stop blushing whenever she lean her face closer touching cheeks to cheeks that he'd end up yelling at her all the time to back off.

She'd just smile and carry on to her work teasing him “Can you chill for once grumpy guy, I knew you're just on your game rage mode silly”, but simply Tomura doesn't know he was slowly getting used of visiting here a lot just to see her beaming that enthusiastic smile.

The next few nights was a total chaos when a teen-aged girl arrived, sporting a black hoodie with a mask and that red eyes and shoes that somehow looks identical to his, and dropping the bomb too quick “Daddy–wow!, what do we have here a vintage game?”

At first he didn't believe her, trying to threaten that he'd definitely kill her because of her lies but she didn't even budge and instead demonstrating her own quirk of dusting the nearby couch much to his shock.

That was the only thing he needed as a proof that she was indeed her daughter, but she was a troublesome one always nagging him of his strategic game plan that it reminds him of a certain woman.

Adamantly asking her about who's her Mom, and as expected she was not that kind enough to reveal it for the sake of torturing his Dad much to his chagrin, resisting the urge to yell at her for being too stubborn.

But the thought of having a child made him smile unconsciously, hoping it was that woman whom he had feelings for, and his suspicion was right when his daughter was ready to leave, revealing her face that bewildered him making his wish come true.

“You see Mommy told me you had a tough childhood, well guess what you're not a failure as a Dad believe me okay, opps gotta go see you later!”

Those words were enough for him to feel emotions that are too foreign yet familiar.

He didn't waste any time coming back to that shop to see her again, asking her game username and lying about wanting to crush her into pieces but honestly he just wanted to get close to her after meeting his child.

It was so good to be true but he wanted it to happen anyway.

Yes yes yes to all I WANT no..NEED mean daddy deku. Please daddy please 🥵🥴🤤

PSSST mean dilf midoriya 😌

honey.... you menace. i was about to go get boba and you send me this...

are you talking about mean daddy deku who gives you an icy glare since you want to spend the day teasing him while he’s working from home.

mean daddy deku who broke 17 pens and pencils because he’s trying so hard not to take you on his desk right here right now.

mean daddy deku who’s breaking point was when you bent over picking up something while wearing that mini tennis dress with no panties.

giving him a delicious view of your ass and dripping cunt. how could you do that while he was in a phone meeting.

“i’ll have to talk to you guys later.” You heard the call end before hearing his heavy steps coming towards you. there was no where for you to run....

mean daddy deku who spanks you with his massive, rough hands until your mascara is running down your face. if you forget to count, he’ll spank you while using his quirk.

mean daddy deku who’ll edge you all night long even though you kept begging so sweetly to cum.

mean daddy deku who manhandles you in every position. he’ll go at an ungodly pace, not giving you a chance to adjust to his massive size as he degrades you.

“so pathetic, sobbing on my cock.”

“you’re nothing but fuck toy to me. do you understand”

“don’t you even think about cumming. only good girls get to cum.”

mean daddy deku who’ll finish before you do and leave you unsatisfied... like a proper fuck toy.

but he’ll make it up to you by taking you shopping and railing you to high heaven😌

i’m not going to edit this 💀

So now I got a hardcore kink for dumbification. 🥵😩🥴😍😍😍😍

omg yes bakugou would love to tease his bimbo gf telling her how dumb she is, how she'd never survive without him, how she's lucky to have him because nobody else would put up with her. But the second somebody else starts talking shit about her he goes full murder mode -🍒

YESY ES YES bakugou with his lil airhead wife who he loves so much

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Sticky and Sweet

Katsuki naturally leads and the masses instinctually follow. He doesn’t mind thinking for them, taking responsibility for them, giving them purpose and structure. That’s just who he is.

It’s no mystery as to why he fell for a pretty thing like you.

2k

cw: dumbification, praise, daddy kink, a lil bit of degradation, spitting, choking, squirting, somft bakugou

Katsuki Bakugou has finally accepted that he’s a magnet for simpler people — the loyal individuals who might not have a lot between the ears but their hearts are in the right place.

The more cynical side of Katsuki likes to posture and rant about how all these extras are masochists, how he attracts attention because every dumbass can see that I’m the boss. But in reality, it’s because he’s a natural protector. Everything about him radiates strength: strength of body, mind, and spirit. Terrified civilians and grizzled colleagues know they can rely on the explosive hero, that the day is saved when Dynamight arrives on the scene.

But Katsuki has an image to uphold. He could never admit that he wants to take care of others, not with the dichotomy of unshakeable pride and deep self-loathing plastering the walls of his soul. It’s much easier to scoff when someone praises his bravery rather than display an ounce of vulnerability.

His friends gave up on cracking his shell years ago. Katsuki shows his affection through actions, not words. He doesn’t need to cry every five seconds like Deku or tattoo his emotions on his face like Kaminari. He might be rough around the edges but anyone who knows Katsuki could never doubt his love, even if it manifests in harsh insults and childish name-calling. He’s a protector before a bully, even if every single action points to the opposite.

That’s just how it’s always been. Katsuki naturally leads and the masses instinctually follow. He doesn’t mind thinking for them, taking responsibility for them, giving them purpose and structure. That’s just who he is.

It’s no mystery as to why he fell for a pretty thing like you.

Kirishima describes you as a bit spacey. Kaminari opts for a little ditzy. Mina thinks you’re a whole lot of fun. But the truth is as blatant as your hot pink nail polish: There’s not a thought in your brain except for Katsuki Bakugou.

You’re a block print of your husband. Where Katsuki is gruff and jagged and acidic to the common palate, you’re soft and giggly, all bubblegum and rainbows. No one on the outside can quite figure you out. The words gold digger and trophy wife plaster the tabloids every few weeks next to shots of your face and the obscenely large diamond on your finger.

But despite the eye rolls and teasing and faux-annoyance, the reality of your relationship is as simple as you: Katsuki Bakugou just loves you. A lot.

Because, even with all of the snide remarks and barked-out laughs, Katsuki’s never yelled at you. Maybe it’s the way your tongue sticks out when you concentrate or how your entire body perks up when he enters the room. Maybe it’s the genuine interest in your eyes when he talks about his day or the innocent curiosity in your voice when you ask about yet another technical term. Maybe it’s how you shamelessly rely on him, how you never flinch when he moves, how you cuddle into his chest at night like he’s your personally-made teddy bear rather than a spiky, thorny man with too short of a temper.

He just feels so powerful with you by his side. You give him energy. Your feelings aren’t hurt when he arrogantly explains what should be a simple task. No, you’re grateful for his help. And when he calls you his dumb little girl out in public, you laugh and kiss his cheek. He’s right and there’s nothing wrong with that. Katsuki will take care of you, like you take care of him.

You don’t mind when he’s a little bit mean because it’s Katsuki. He’s the only one who gets to be mean to his pretty, sweet, empty-headed wife. He’s the only one who gets to make you blush and laugh and cock your head in confusion. And he’s the only one who gets to see you at your absolute dumbest, begging to be filled over and over and over again.

“Fuck.” Seeing you like this, folded in half with your ankles by his ears, does unspeakable things to Katsuki’s self control. “Don’t know how to do a thing except take this cock, huh?”

There’s not a chance that you’ll give the man an intelligible answer but it’s not like he needs one. Your slurred words are enough, each one amplifying his need tenfold.

It’s a cockdrunk monologue, filthy depravity spilling off your lips like the drool coating your chin. And you can’t even help it. You can’t help telling him that you love his cock, you love him, you love how he makes you feel. You don’t stop yourself from begging to be bred, to be manhandled, to be marked up so everyone knows you’re owned. You won’t remember pleading to be his fucked-up, fucked-out cockslave, his toy, his empty little doll to follow his every whim. It’s a mess of ‘Suki, please I need I need I need please and he can’t get enough.

“What would you do without me, babe? Can’t even last half the day without getting filled up.”

You just nod at his premise, interpret his mocking sympathy as genuine because he’s right, Katsuki’s always right. You’re a punching bag that always bounces back, an empty vessel that he can fill at his leisure. There’s nothing he can do that will hurt you, nothing he can say that won’t result in resounding agreement. You know he’ll take care of you and you greedily accept anything Katsuki is willing to offer.

Like how he wraps calloused hands around your throat. Aw, you like that, princess? Yeah, you do. Let Daddy decide when you get to breathe.

Like how he slaps your cheek once, twice, three times as your eyes glaze over. Brainless, I swear. Can’t even function without me. You love bein’ my little cumdump, ’s pathetic.

Like how he wraps a hand in your hair to force you to stare in the floor-length mirror mounted on the wall. Look at this dumb fuckin’ face. You’re not even embarrassed, are you? Nasty bitch.

His words might make anyone else cringe but they’re declarations of love to your ears. His adoration takes the form of power and Katsuki never feels more powerful than when he’s above you in body, mind, and spirit. You’re not just a whore, you’re his whore.

Staring down at your face, your tongue lolled out and your eyes nearly crossed, Katsuki can’t help but be smug. Every day he gets to sculpt a vision that outshines the wonders of the world, a stunning panorama meant for his eyes alone.

“Open wider.”

You instantly obey, spreading both your lips and your legs rather than asking for clarification. Even through your hazy eyes, Katsuki’s smirk is unmistakeable — it makes your heart race faster. And when you hear the gruff good girl rumble from his chest, you just might explode.

The feeling is mutual as Katsuki gathers his saliva, lets it drip slowly into your open mouth. No matter how many times he does this, he’s never quite ready for how eagerly you swallow, how you always manage to thank him between panting breaths. But it’s the harsh arch of your back and your pornographic moan that breaks his restraint in two.

The hands on the backs of your thighs press down harder until you’re nearly flat, until there’s nothing in your sight or on your body that isn’t Katsuki. And no matter how desperate, how pitiful the woman below him is, he’s even worse. The number two hero toppled by his wife who can’t even comprehend basic algebra. You might be his little breeding bitch but he’s no better, rutting into you at a breakneck pace with gritted teeth and dangerously sweaty palms.

He’s panting at this point, clinging onto his last scrap of self-discipline. What do you want? Tell me. Tell me what you want, I need to hear it. C’mon princess, you need to cum? Gotta tell Daddy what you want, gotta use your words if you wanna be a good girl.

None of it sounds quite real, it’s like a mirror image of the voice Katsuki has planted in your head over the years, the voice you need to obey, the voice that knows best. So you do what the voice wants, you manage a whimpered mmf, please, need it, need to cum, Daddy — can’t do it like you, please.

And that’s all Katsuki needs to hear before he wrecks you. He needs to overwhelm you just as much as you need to be overwhelmed. When you gasp as he angles his hips, when you tear up as his catches your clit with every thrust — every sound and sight and touch feeds his addiction.

“Can’t even make yourself cum, need me to do everything.” His chest aches at your neediness, the actual tears on your cheeks. Just a desperate little toy who wants her Daddy. “That’s okay, princess. Shh, ’s okay. Don’t need to — fuck — think. Just gotta- gotta spread your legs and Daddy’ll take care of the rest. I — ngh — I promise.”

As much as Katsuki loves to tease and torment you, there’s nothing better than how you react to his praise. Every panicked, edged molecule of your being relaxes and there’s nothing but veneration in your glassy eyes.

“Yeah, that’s it,” he murmurs. It’s almost a coo but with too many jagged corners, a sound that would make most shudder in fear but causes you to tighten around his cock. “C’mon, give it to me. Gotta feel you cum, sweetheart, lemme feel it. I’ve got you, you can make a mess, please — fuck — make a mess. You’re a good girl, you can do it. You’re so close, just-“

You break apart.

The world erupts into a bleeding collage, the explicit splash against Katsuki’s body and growled chants of good fuckin’ girl! filling every vacancy in your mind. You don’t need to put on a show, not when it comes so naturally: Your back arched and your mouth open, a choked sob in the distance that must have come from you. There’s no one else who can break you apart like Katsuki.

It’s the prayers that fall so easily from your lips, the chorus of daddydaddydaddy that finally ruin him. His former pace devolves into stuttering thrusts, an animalistic shout when he finally releases inside of you. Sweat drips down his face and onto your tongue, neither of you in the right frame of mind to notice. 

You’re not sure how long it takes you to come down, whether it’s minutes or years. The emptiness is what always hits you first — your inevitable whine makes him chuckle every time — and the muscled arms pulling you into a warm chest calm you down.

Katsuki notices how sticky the two of you are but decides that he’ll carry you to the shower when you’re firmly back on Earth. Right now, all he cares about is seeing you lean into his touch. All he wants is to be your safe place, even after he tears you apart bit by bit. His breath catches when you first open your eyes, always sure that he’ll see fear or maybe even hate. But when you lift your forehead from his heart, there’s nothing except a sleepy smile and slurred thank you.

Katsuki’s not big on words but, then again, neither are you. He presses a kiss into your hair, gently guides you back to his chest and shakily exhales when you eagerly nuzzle into his skin. He doesn’t need to talk, not to the one person who understands that his actions say everything he can’t. When you let out a cute little snore, it’s like he falls in love all over again.

And, despite all of his anger and grit and determination, Katsuki Bakugou can’t help but smile, pull you closer, and hope that you’ll let him take care of you for as long as he’s alive.

Bully me....BULLY ME PLEASE!! 🥴🥴🥴🥴💦💦💦💦💦🔫

uhhhhh yeah

just

shinso and his lil bunny girl <3

he loves to be mean and pull on her ears when hes fucking her <3

## new match -> run rabbit, run.

— re: hitoshi shinsou.

— a/n: YES HELLO WRITING THIS MADE ME REALISE HOW MUCH I LOVE WRITING BUNNT READERS AND SHINSOU !! THANK YOU FOR OPENING MY EYES AND SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG !

— cw: smut, mdni 18+, bunny!hybrids, breeding, heavy!degredation, bully + mean!shinsou, hard dom!shinsou, spanking, impact play, slight!corruption, exhibitionism, dacryphilia, voyeurism maybe?? fem!reader.

— wc: 1.4K.

shinsou thought your existence was a crime.

how could it be that something so sweet and pure had fallen into his hands? next to you? his darling little bunny girl, hitoshi shinsou looked like a villain in disguise— a darkness in the form of a cloak sweeping around around you and corrupting you from the inside out.

you would have never done these elsewhere, with anyone other than him— the droplets perspiration in the form of pearls shine across your skin like the gems that they are under golden afternoon sunlight, the drops roll down the globes of your ass cheeks as shinsou bends you over in the field of sunflowers for the entire world to see.

you would have never done this. fold yourself over as he spreads your cheeks apart to slide his cock between, easily slipping past your near raw entrance to fill you up to the brim and touch at the deepest parts of your insides. you were too darling to think of something as raunchy as this on your own, but hitoshi had taught you this, to be dirty and sinful despite the innocent look the twitch of your coptton tail and floppy bunny ears.

but here you are, pressing back on shinsou’s fat dick even though it hurts to take him in your tight hole— clawing at the ground until there’s dirt under your nails and grime on your dress. there’s a patch of purple curls that tickle your lower back as he pushes back into you, nestled inside your honeybunny cunt that flutters a mile a minute like your fluffy tail. he’s not even moved and he can tell you’re sitting right on the edge, humping desperately against the hero despite the awkward burn of his intrusion while you adjust to his size.

“look at you bunny, such a fucking mess, slobberin’ all over and i’ve only just put it in you,” shinsou chuckles darkly, with a tug of your ears to pull a wail from your lips. lips that are already swollen and bitten from where you’ve kissed him without permission, and you couldn’t keep your naughty little paws to yourself. he’s not wrong however, your cunt drools slick in thick waves until it goops beneath your joined bodies and tangles in the fuzz right by hitoshi’s cock. and your mouth, god your mouth that doesn’t stop whining and whimpering at the delicious stretch and arch to your back— it drips, heavy with saliva, a sign of your skittish, empty bunny brain. “you’re so nasty bunny, can’t help but make me all messy. should be ashamed for dirtyin’ me up like this,”

heat flames under your skin, face hot and humiliated tears burning at your waterline— but you like it, you enjoy being tortured like the little bunny you are— like being chased by the fox that is hitoshi shinsou, the sun beats down on your conjoined bodies, but nothing feels hotter than the slight thrust hitoshi gives to your needy juicy hole before he pulls back, tip dragging against ever pleasure spot on your snug ribbed walls.

“h-hitoshi...toshi, it hurts, please,” you whimper, words broken up by your hiccups and heaving chest— salt and crystalline tears gathering on your cupids bow. your nose twitches, bottom and tail soaked with your arousal as it rubs tracks down your thighs. you’re so wet the pain and burn of his fat cock should have stopped, but you like it like this. “it hurts, hurts s’much, please don’ stop,”

stroke game strong, hitoshi rolls his hips into yours— sending your body lurching forward and a shiver down your curved spine. you arch for him before he even has to put a hand on the base of your spine, giving him a perfect view of your ass and white cotton tail. he tugs it on his way down to your clit, drawing smooth circles into the soaked swollen nub so that you take him easier.

“it hurts, huh? but you want more, right?” shinsou asks you, voice feather light while he builds up momentum behind his thrusts. “how pathetic, you can’t even make up your mind, can you? just getting dumber and dumber the more i hurt you,” his voice is chill despite the summer breeze only making your brain tingle as he thumbs your clit and quickly pumps himself inside your gummy cunt. “such a brain dead bunny, don’t even know what you’re begging for,”

the clap of his balls against your swollen nub makes you short circuit, body jolting and brain fuzzy. “t-toshi, toshi, please i wan’ it,” you cry, squeaking as your bunny ears thump against the ground you squeeze to stabilise yourself. you do, you want it so bad your body aches as you keep yourself in place letting shinsou’s his canter into yours at an increasingly aggressive pace. you squeak, squeeze down on his cock until the veins up and down shinsou’s shaft catch on the ridges in your heat— massaging him until his breath is light and eyes start rolling.

“please, please, please— you’re so fucking loud for a bunny. aren’t you supposed to be quiet?” shinsou scolds you even as your eyes brim with fat tears once again, he grips your ears and forces your head down into the dirt, using his grip on you as leverage to fuck your tight hole nice and deep, bullying your soft insides. your cries are muffled against the ground, what once echoed throughout the empty field flits between clammy bodies and skin slapping against skin.

your hips jump up as the coil in your lower tummy starts to tighten, the edge of which your high resides starts to become clearer despite the blurriness of your tears. it feels so good, all at once and suddenly it’s way too much— even though you try to scramble away, hitoshi keeps you on a tight leash— bruising grip on your hips, as his cock chaises the welcoming heat of your spasming and dripping cunt.

shinsou tuts and when he speaks his voice drips with disappointment, only lifting with his mocking tone. “run rabbit, run rabbit, run...run...run.” he growls, lips pulling into a smirk that only makes the fire in your tummy burn more. “you wanted this, my cock, to be fucked. so take it, dumb fucking bunny.”

wailing louder, you take what shinsou gives you until you can no longer breathe and you’re left at his mercy— collapsing into the dirt in a pile of shaky limbs. his cock jams up your cervix, bullying you cunt until your clamping down so tight a milky ring appears around his base, a mix of your arousals. “toshi, ‘m so so close—haa, jus wanna cum, please lemme cum!” you babble any word that comes to mind, eyes red and as puffy as your ravaged pussy while hitoshi picks up the pace, spanking your ass raw and tugging your tail hard. “promise not to—to tease ever again! never to run again! n-no, no, no!”

“you’re not gonna run anymore? gonna be my good bunny, yeah?” shinsou cackles in amusement, although sweat drips from his brow from his exertion and the slow rolls of his hips into your ass. “think that’s earned you the right to cum for me, bun, cream on this cock. make me cum.” he commands you and your body swiftly follows— sent hurtling over the edge of ecstasy and into a deep pool of lust as your release gushes between your joined bodies.

your heart rate quickens, overwhelming you as you tremble and twitch beneath hitoshi— sweet cunt fluttering around him all through the after shocks of your high. with one last cry of his name, shinsou collapses on top of you— the brunt of his wait nearly crushing you as his hips canter into your weak body from behind, seed spilling into your tight hole to add to your slick mess that that drips to the ground in thick globs.

“that’s a nasty little bunny,” he manages to coo to you, breathless, still grinding against you and pushing his cum deep into your womb. “filled with nothing but cock and cum.”

a sick smile lays spread across his lips when your tight hole begins to twitch to life again, ready for another load of his cum— amusing him as a single thought crosses his mind;

isn’t just so wonderful having a little bunny to bully, all to yourself?

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

Bruno Madrigal Relationship HCS Part 2: Breeding kink

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

𝘼𝙡𝙡 𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙨 𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙙 © 𝙨𝙤𝙛𝙩𝙯𝙖𝙬𝙖𝙥𝙣𝙜 𝙙𝙤 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙧𝙚𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙩

Sex Text posts I found on fb that are undoubtedly Y/n talking about our boys😙😙

The tweet that started it all:

S. Todoroki:

E. Kirishima:

K. Bakugou:

I. Midoriya:

Reblog Nd add more if you want lol

I didn't think I needed fae izuku but damn it I NEEDED fae Izuku

18+ mdni | tw! monsterfucking, fae!izuku, dubcon, smut 𓂺

the veil between worlds is thinnest at years end, permitting traveling between realms. when you wished for adventure and excitement in the new year, you never expected to stumble into a new world. a beautiful grove with exotic wildlife and gorgeous vegetation. and you most certainly didn’t expect to have a spear pointed directly in your face.

“oh! you’re a human?”

Viridescent wings protruding from his back and pointed ears confirmed that he wasn’t.

The freakishly tall stranger drove his weapon into the ground before extending his scarred hand to help you up. Now, standing toe to toe, you got a better look at him.

He was beautiful. Lush leafy locs curled around his tanned face that was lined with emerald markings along his jawline. His verdant eyes resembled the groves budding flowers. The man had plump pink lips that curled into a breathtaking smile, revealing silver tipped fangs, and pretty freckles decorated his cheeks and bare torso.

He wore golden cuffs around his large biceps and a leather holster across his body that held multiple daggers, all varying in size. His lower half was covered with airy trousers that couldn’t have provided much protection from the breezy night air and his feet were bare.

“i— yes?”

“is that a question?”

He smirked a little. Then crossed his palms over the base of his spear to rest his cheek as he watched you.

You looked good— soft and pretty, but you smelled even better. It was an intoxicating scent that teased his budding frenzy.

“Are you not human ?” You ask, more confidently this time. He shakes his head “no” continuing to smirk at you. It was unnerving, especially with his fangs glinting in the moonlight. “Well..” you pause, not wanting to offend but still rather curious. “What are you?”

“I’m Izuku” he giggled, eyes glinting with mischief. “But you can call me whatever you’d like, pet”.

Your captor's name was Izuku Midoriya, and he is a faerie. A faerie warrior to be exact. He is the Fae King’s second in command and best friend, and he was only away from the palace due to his frenzy.

A frenzy is period in which a fae is overcome with extreme lust and the desire to breed. Primal instincts take over during this time and he prefers to spend them in solitude to avoid scandal.

This forest is his territory and personal haven granted to him by the royal family. Everything in it belongs to him, including you.

It wasn’t like Izuku to lay claim to another person, but it wasn’t every day that a human tumbles into his domain. He found you fascinating and the bourgeoning call to mate was impacting his lucidity.

He brought you to his forest den— a place where he went whenever he needed to convene with nature. As a forest faerie it was vital to his wellbeing. It was a large cave hidden behind a waterfall. A grand fire pit sat in the middle of the room surrounded by animal furs and soft pillows. There were bookshelves and chests filled with valuables and weapons against the walls as well as a wooden desk covered in notes.

He moved around the cavern pulling off his accessories at a languid pace, his large wings fluttering gracefully behind him leaving a trail of sparkly dust. He muttered casually about the messy state of things but you caught him watching you out the corner of his eye. It was like he was waiting for something.

“Are you cold, pet?” His arms circled your waist, pulling you against his broad chest. The impact made a flurry of sparkles tickle your nostrils, you inhaled deeply and felt yourself sway. “I’ve read that humans are more sensitive to climate than we fae. Here, lie by the fire”.

He moved your body like a doll, easily picking you up to place on a pile of pillows. He laid beside you, one hand trailing up to rest on your hip while his head rested on the other.

He spoke in soft whispers for a few minutes, occasionally sitting up to stretch his wings.

It was getting hard to focus. The rhythmic flutter of his wings paired with his hypnotic voice was putting you in a strange state.

“How do you feel, little one ?”

He was hovering above you, wings outstretched with a sinister smile. With the fire to his back, he looked like an avenging angel, or maybe a demon. But, in your dazed state all you could say was “pretty” and reach for his sparkly wings. They felt like silk. When you pulled away, a layer of dust coated your fingers. Without a second thought, you brought them to your mouth and moaned.

His pupils expanded, completely shrouding his eyes in black.

“That’s a good girl. So smart.” He cooed, leaning down to cup your cheek and press his lips against yours. His kiss burned. Leaving you dizzy and reeling. It felt like your body was on fire, set ablaze by Izuku’s passion.

“A bit warm, my pet?” He smirked against your skin, kissing across your jawline. “Why don’t we take these off, hmm?” He nibbled on your ear, drawing breathy moans from your throat as he removed your clothes. Your body grew hotter with each graze of his fingers. By the time you were fully nude, the heat in your core was so intense that you could only whine his name.

“izuku”

“say it again”

“izuku”

“again”

“izuku”

“once more, my love”.

“izu~~”

He pushed in slowly. Yes, the effects of his faerie dust was more than enough to prepare you for his length. But you were so small compared to him. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt you.

Even though his primal instincts screamed at him to ruin you. MATE. BREED. FUCK. Was running on a constant loop in his mind. His hips still rolled against yours slowly. He wrapped your legs around his waist to burrow in deeper. His tip kissed that spongey spot in your slippery pussy. His tongue pressed against the seam of your lips, bullying its way inside to taste your mouth. Your hands flew to his curly hair, drawing a grunt and sharp thrust from your enchanting lover. Your cunt spasmed around him. He bit your shoulder to conceal his own moans. Blood pooled in the hollow of your neck and he lowered his head to lap it up. His wings flapped wildly, throwing more dust in the air. His veiny cock pulsed against your velveteen wall, pushing against your cervix to rest against your womb. Izuku pulled away to watch where the two of you were connected. A thick creamy ring formed at the base of his cock with hearty thrust. Arousal poured from you weeping hole resulting in a lewd squelch that echoed against the walls. He pursed his lips allowing a glob of saliva to land directly on your sticky clit. The pads of his thumb worked the swollen bud until you were trembling beneath him. Your sweet cunny clenched tightly around him; it was almost hard to move. Izuku squeezed the base of his cock to stave off his impending orgasm. He wasn't ready to stop fucking you yet.

There was no need to rush, you’d be together forever.

His perfect little pet.

@xogabbiexo , @chaichaiiskai & @hentyehottie y’all better come get one of these.

Baku in a skirt..😩🥵🥴💦☠️⚰️🥀

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