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So. Can I tell you. I. Cackled!!!!

🄿🅄🄵🄵🄸🄽 🄶🄸🅁🄻

>【Bakugo】 rơųɬɛ

>chapter 1

Masterlist

𓅷𓅷𓅷𓅷𓅷𓅷𓅷𓅷𓅷𓅷𓅷𓅷𓅷𓅷𓅷𓅷𓅷𓅷𓅷𓅷

Everyone has a unique quirk. Who chooses who gets what? No one knows. But all is fine for the little girl who's quirk made her a puffin hybrid. Nothing wrong with it. For her. But her parents however have to keep her on a child leash just to stop her from going off to the first shiny object she could see.

Unfortunately your dad's grip on the leash was a loose and while he was talking to a fruit vendor, you made ease slipping the handle part out of his hand and trailing behind you as you spot ash blonde hair on a boy that looked the same age of you holding the hand of a perso. who was a carbon copy of him except female.

Following the duo around the street market was like a game for you. Your goal? Trying to pet the boys' hair. It went on for a couple of minutes before they stopped and you not paying attention hit the back of his mother's legs.

Her chuckles made you nervous and you start to swing your feet as she looked down at you, " Aren't you just a little cutie. You've been following us for awhile huh?"

Nodding your head before peering up at the lady, " you're pretty! Do you wanna be my friend? You can be my sneaky night time friend! My mom says my uncle had a bunch that's why my aunt left him. But I'm sure my mommy won't mind."

The sweatsdrop that left her forehead was enormous and if real could possibly drown the whole street.

"Where's your parents?" She bends down on her knees to meet your height and you tug on the sparkly unicorn leash.

“My daddy is always at the end of this thing." You tug on it with ease and as if you were a magnet it comes near you with a ’swfpt’ sound thwacking your wrist making a hiss leave your beak making tiny tears come up.

“what a fucking dumbass.” The blonde boy final speaks up making you tilt your head.

‘dumb? Ass? What’s a dumb ass? Is it food?' You kept thinking to yourself until his mom brought you out of your process.

“Katsuki bakugo! That’s no way for a hero to fucking speak, young man.” She knocks him upside the head with her fist making him hiss.

“quit it ya’ fucking old hag,“ he rubs the back of his head before pointing to you,“ c’mere you penguin girl. I’m going to be a hero so i’ll help you.“

In a flash you clung to his arm, “ wow! Just like allmight and eraserhead? Thats so cool.” You could see him swell in pride not even noticing you petting his fluffy hair.

It took a hour before you saw your dad walking around and heard him calling your name.

“DADDY! look, look. Mr.Pomeranian helped me find you. He’s my hero.” You could see the heart eyes form as you look at Bakugo.

“It’s katsuki bakugo. Not no fucking Pomeranian.” You nod your head and squirm out your dad’s hands as he talked to the lady,mitsuki.

You twirl your foot in a circle and shyly walk up to the boy you deemed your hero and before he could respond you nuzzle his face and run away back to your dad’s leg not witnessing bakugo’s fiery red face.

"Let’s play again tomorrow ‘Suki." You cuddled into your dads arm as the sunset before you.

" Daddy? What’s a dumbass?” Your eyes were clothes and this makes your dad cough up colorful snow cones.

“when did you have snow cones.“ sdking suspiciously and he tells you a lie that someome just offered them to him but in reality he wasnt even looking for you immediately as he was to busy chowing down on samples to notice you were gone.

He was to caught up trying to come uo with more lies to notice you had ran off again to follow a lady’s big feathery hat.

“y/n? Y/N?! oh god dammit.“

So legit. I'm really just waiting on the right voice to call me a good girl. 🥴💦

Aizawa would totally fuck you in the dressing room he knows how to keep you 🤫🤫🤫

𝕽𝖊𝖆𝖑 𝕳𝖔𝖙 𝕲𝖎𝖗𝖑 𝕾𝖍𝖎𝖙

How they feel about hot girl summer + seeing you getting ready for it

A/N: This is because I’m trying to be prevented from participating in hot girl summer 🤕☝🏽 free ya girl please

𝕭𝖆𝖐𝖚𝖌𝖔 𝕶𝖆𝖙𝖘𝖚𝖐𝖎

Contrary to popular belief, he’s not going to stop you, in fact he’ll take this as an opportunity to leave marks upon marks on your skin

He’ll pass you his black card and drop you off at the mall with a wink and smack on your ass

Demands to see all the clothes that you got from shopping

Makes you model them for him

Ultimately gets fed up, strips them off of you and bends you over the bed to fuck you

𝕾𝖊𝖗𝖔 𝕳𝖆𝖓𝖙𝖆

Raises an eyebrow but won’t say anything, he wants you to have your fun after all

It’s not til you come home with bags on your arms he’ll say anything

Immediately bends you over the counter, pulls your panties down and eats you out

Makes sure you can’t walk for the next couple of days

𝖄𝖆𝖔𝖞𝖔𝖗𝖔𝖟𝖚 𝕸𝖔𝖒𝖔

Curious honestly, doesn’t quite grasp what you meant by hot girl summer until she walked in on you shaking your ass to City Girls

She’s going to let you do your thing but not before she makes sure you’re covered in hickeys and love bites

She’ll ogle you if you’re dressed particularly skimpy but keeps her composure otherwise

𝕬𝖎𝖟𝖆𝖜𝖆 𝕾𝖍𝖔𝖚𝖙𝖆

Isn’t having it at all, not one bit will physically throw you over his shoulder and carry you home

Insists on covering you up with his jacket if he sees people looking at you a bit to long for his liking

Doesn’t stop you from buying the clothes though, he’ll actually be there when you picking them and trying them on

Will fuck you in the dressing room

🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵💦💦💦💦💦🥴🥴🥴🥴

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

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

Baby was a disaster when you first met him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Darling that gave me life so 😍😍🥰

Get Sleazy

hi this is a cop Bakugou fic 🧍🏽‍♀️

sorry if it’s kinda messy and rushed. I’ve been in a writing block, but I’m determined to get out of it by writing as much as I can!!

I’ll edit this as soon as the Shameless season finale goes off lmao

edit: based on this ask!

cw: consensual noncon, degradation, smut, public sex

word count: 3.4K

Your breath instantly hitched in your throat when the familiar flashing red, white, and blue lights and blaring siren echoed behind you. You glanced in your rearview mirror, watched how the cop raised a single finger, pointing you to pull over to the side of the road.

You were terrified. Heart thumping wildly against your ribcage at the prospect of a lonesome cop pulling you over at damn near midnight by yourself. The road you were driving on was deserted, you and the cop the only two people on the road at this time of night. Anything could happen on these quiet backroads.

You didn’t even know what you were being pulled over for! You weren’t speeding; if anything, you were driving too slow, being overly cautious. You were ten under the speed limit, finger hovering on your high beams to guide you through the dark path and the thick trees that hid the moon.

You had your seatbelt on. None of your lights were out. Didn’t need a turn signal. So what was the problem?

With a shaky inhale, you pulled your car over to the side of the road. Parking, you turned on your overhead light, taking multiple glances back at the cop behind you, who shuffled through a few things in his own dark car.

Chewing your bottom lip, you contemplated why on earth you would be getting pulled over, when a sharp knock against your window had you jumping in your seat. You gasped, eyes quickly darting over to the cop at your window, flinching when there was a bright flashlight pressing against the glass. You rolled the window down slowly, eyes wide as you try to get a good look at the cop behind the bright light.

“What can I do for you, officer?” You ask, putting on your sugary sweet voice as you squinted at the light still being flashed in your face. It stayed there for another few seconds before the cop rested his hand on his hip, the flashlight turned down to face the ground as he bent at the waist. The cop rested his forearms on your open windowsill, handsome face a few inches away as he stared at you quizzically. You couldn’t help but stare back at the handsome face; sharp red eyes, an explosion of ash blond hair, thin lips pulled down into a scowl, a silver chain encasing the thick column of his neck.

“Know why I pulled you over?” His voice was like sex, holy shit. All deep and gruff, reverberating throughout the entire car. You shivered, shifting in your seat, watch how the cop’s eyes follow the movement sharply.

You realize you’ve been staring when the cop cracks an eyebrow, mouth pulling down even further as he cleared his throat obnoxiously. You chuckled embarrassedly, sheepishly tap at your steering wheel as you look around the interior of your car.

“Can’t say I do, officer…?” You hum, glancing back at the intense red eyes that continue to size you up. He doesn’t even try to hide it, licks his lips at the sight of your exposed cleavage in your tank top. He stares down your shirt for a few seconds, before finally meeting your eyes with a smirk.

“Bakugou.” He murmurs, eye still flickering to your chest without shame. “I was going to originally pull you over for a random traffic stop, but after running your tags, I found something interesting. So, I’m going to need you to step out of the vehicle for me, sweetheart.”

You let your shock take over your face, watch how Officer Bakugou reaches inside of your car disrespectfully, unlock your goddamn door, and open it for you. You sit there for a second, shocked and appalled at the audacity of this cop, who stands there snarling with his hands on his hips and an eyebrow perked up.

“I don’t have all night. Out of the car.” His tone turns hostile and impatient in only a matter of seconds. You finally snap out of your resounding shock, reaching to undo your seatbelt, but obviously moving too slow for Officer Bakugou. He reaches inside once more, sets you free from your seatbelt, and yanks on your arm to get you out of the car.

You stumble, hands reaching out to steady yourself as the cop holds you in one arm and slams your door shut with the other. As soon as the door is shut, he presses you against it, his tall and broad body keeping you pinned. You gasp hands splayed on the flat against the metal, head turned slightly to see the brazen look the cop holds. He notices you eyeing him and grins, swoops in to press his lips against your ear with a chuckle.

“Your tags showed previous charges of drug possession, so I have to pat you down. Make sure you’re not hiding anything. Although,” Officer Bakugou takes a step back, trusts you to stay in place without his chest and thighs to pin you. You watch how his eyes roam your entire form, the exposed expanse of your upper back and shoulder blades, the backs of your thighs and calves in your shorts. The cop whistles under his breath before pressing his body flush against your own once more with a growl,

“It’s kind of hard to hide anything with these slutty fuckin’ clothes on.” Instantly, he starts patting you down. Large, rough hands traveling all over your body as you gasp and try to stutter out any kind of response that you can.

“S-sir, I can assure you, you’ve got the wrong person. You must have entered the wrong tags, because I’ve never—”

“That’s what all of you shitty fucking criminals say.” He grumbles from his crouching position, fingers digging into your closed shoes, flashing his light once more to check. Officer Bakugou stands again to his full height, pockets his flashlight and rests his hands on your waist. You shiver when you feel his breath tickle the side of your neck.

“M’surprised there weren’t any fucking prostitution charges, with how you got your ass and tits hanging out.” With that, he’s groping you through your tank. Panic instantly floods you, makes you twist and try to worm away from his calloused hands. But the seasoned officer must be used to the fight, with how he kicks your legs open, pulls your fighting arms behind your back, and cuffs your wrists in only a matter of seconds. You open your mouth to scream, but he holds a large palm against it to silence you.

“Don’t make a fucking noise, and let me finish my fucking job.” Officer Bakugou snarls, his free hand back on your waist, slithers up until he’s cupping your breast once more. Tears prick your eyes as you try to glance back at him, plead silently for him to let you go, to stop grabbing you, let you get back in your car, drive away as if nothing had ever happened.

Officer Bakugou obviously had other plans though, as he nuzzles his chin against your ear and presses a kiss to your hairline. When your breathing slows from the harsh panicked breaths from earlier, does the cop finally whisper in your ear,

“Don’t worry. You’ll enjoy it, slut.” Your breaths pick up in tandem once more. Officer Bakugou starts fondling your tit in his hand, greedily swapping between the pair as you feel a guilty bulge pressing against the curve of your ass. You tried fighting against his hold, kicking your feet back onto his shins, but with the way he had you pinned, you were practically immobile. Defenseless, with nowhere to go, or anyone to help you.

Officer Bakugou feels your fight slowly give up, watches how the hope for a savior slips from your eyes as you hiccup behind his hand, get his palm against your mouth wet with trailing tears. The sight of your giving up form makes his cock throb in his police uniform, makes him lick his lips hungrily.

“Told you you’d enjoy yourself. Just stop fighting it, sweetheart.” He purrs, slyly inching your tank top down further and further as you sob and rest your weight against the door in front of you. Officer Bakugou takes this as a sign of your defiance dying, slowly removes his hand from your mouth. When you don’t immediately scream for help, he grins, realizing that he’s got you exactly where he wants you.

“Good girl.” He whispers, pecks your cheek softly as he uses both hands to pull your bra and tank top down until your breasts spill from their previous confinements. He groans under his breath, lets them fill up his palm, squeezes them gently, rolls your nipples around with thick fingers. He speaks lowly into your ear all the while, grinds his thickening cock up against your ass, grunts whenever his zipper presses pleasurably against his bulging veins.

“Got a nice pair of tits on ya, sweetheart. You flashed them at any other officers before to get out of a traffic stop? Must have been desperate back then, huh?” His words make you flush, hiccuping as tears roll steadily down your cheeks. You bite your lip to muffle your sounds, shake your head vehemently at his insinuation.

“Musta’ used something else then, for them to let you go. Ain’t that right, baby?” Officer Bakugou doesn’t hesitate to trail his hands over your stomach after one last squeeze to your tits. You instantly panic, shaking your head, trying your best to free yourself from the confines of the handcuffs.

“No! Stop, please!” Your weak attempts to stop the cop are futile, as he only ignores you and pulls your over to lay on top of the hood. You try kicking your legs at him again, but with one threatening squeeze to your ankle bone, your ministrations halt. Bakugou rewards you with a nip to the back of your thigh, runs his hot hands up until they tug at the waistband of your shorts.

The warmness of the night air tickles your bare cunt as Officer Bakugou strips you without further hesitation. You whimper in embarrassment as he chuckles behind you, runs a quick finger up your slit to gather the wetness there. You hear him hum for a second before there’s a resounding pop. You cringe, realizing that he had tasted your slick without any remorse.

“For you to be fighting against me so hard, you sure are fucking soaked, sweetheart.” Officer Bakugou murmurs, wastes no time in burying his face into your cunt. You cry out, legs kicking out instinctively as he suckles on your leaking hole. He holds your cheeks apart, watches how your glistening pussy pulsates under his stare, watches how a bead of your slick rolls down and makes your thighs sticky, watches how you shift on your feet, how it makes the flesh of your ass bounce slightly.

He needs more.

Officer Bakugou goes in again with one long breath. He licks at your hole, sucks up everything that spills from you, groans into your pussy whenever you clamp down on his tongue. He lets his tongue rolls from his mouth, lick the very tip of your swollen clit, laughs when you buck back violently and cry out breathily.

His thick fingers dig into your skin, pulls you open even wider, leans back to spit on your asshole to watch his drool slide down slowly into your cunt. You gasp at the gross slide of it, try to wiggle your way out of his grip, try not to think about how your shifting only lets his glorious tongue delve deeper in your soaked walls.

“Fuck, you taste so sweet,” he murmurs against your lips.

The same moment Officer Bakugou lets your cheeks go to slip a finger inside of you, is the same moment he leans up to lap at your other hole. You choke out a scream, hands opening and closing quickly, only managing to grip at the very ends of his blond hair. He hisses when you get a few strands and pull roughly, bites back by shoving another finger inside before you’re fully ready for the second one.

You groan, walls stretching uncomfortably, as you let your head bang against the hood of the car. Officer Bakugou just chuckles, his free hand that’s not inside of you, inching down to free his aching cock. His tongue continues to work the puckered rim of your asshole, let it loosen until he can slip the tip of his tongue inside of your entrance. He tries to work your clit with a free finger, but with the angle, it proves difficult. He huffs against your ass, figures that he might as well get inside of you to really make you feel good.

Officer Bakugou pulls his fingers out quickly, slaps the wet digit against your aching clit, chuckles when your squeak and practically roll off of the hood of your car. He grabs your bicep and steadies you, hunches over your body to nip and lick at your earlobe.

Officer Bakugou ruts his thick cock in between your puffy lips, lets your slick coat his cock as he positions it at your hole. He nips your ear again, makes your whole body shiver, whispers,

“Which hole should I put it in, sweetheart?” Officer Bakugou rasps against your ear, directs his cock to tap against your asshole. You panic, whimpering, pleading for mercy, as the cop starts to over talk you.

“I’m sure a whore like you can take it in both. I could probably convince my partner to come next time, so I can be sure that both of these little holes are stuffed.” Officer Bakugou chuckles at your panic, groans at the thought of him and Kirishima trapping you in the back of their patrol trucks to really fucking give it to you. Bakugou shivers at the thought, eyes falling shut before he pries them open quickly.

“So? Which one, sweetheart? I’m starting to become impatient.” He whispers, threatening presses the very tip of his cock to your unprepared hole. He laughs at your squeak.

“My pussy! F-fuck my pussy, officer!” Bakugou groans at the high pitched whines in your voice, lets his eyes close fully this time. Wordlessly, he lets his cock sink deep inside of you, curls over your body, kisses at your cheeks and neck as you whine about his cock splitting you open.

Officer Bakugou lets you adjust to his size for only a second, before he starts snapping his hips inside of you. It’s damn near torture. The way the thickness of his cock forces your walls to accommodate his size, how he growls in your ear, sucks bruising hickeys against your skin. He pants against it, gnaws at the thin skin underneath your neck, wraps his arms around your torso to play with your squished tits.

“Fuck, you’re tight, sweetheart. Feel s’good wrapped around my cock.” He groans into your throat, the wet sounds of his balls clapping against your ass scaring the birds in the trees above, who flock away with agitated chirps. You can only whine, let the cop continue to use your cunt for his pleasure, try not to think about how you wish he would at least touch your clit.

It’s like he reads your mind. Officer Bakugou pulls up, uses your cuffed hands as leverage to pull you back against his fat dick, reaches his other hand around to circle your clit with precise fingers. The pressure is rough, just how you like it, quick little circles that pause after every few deep thrusts, picks up with a slower pace after his momentary pause.

You hate to admit it, but the pleasure starts to become too much. You can feel yourself starting to reach closer to your orgasm, can feel the bliss on the tip of your tongue as Officer Bakugou snarls behind you at the clap of your ass against his hips.

The strain of your shoulders are only a dull pain that you can’t seem to mind at the moment, only focused on how his veins and tip press and smack against your sweet spot, how the cop moans shakily as you start to clench down around him.

“Gonna cum, sweetheart? Gonna make a mess of my fucking dick, like the nasty whore you are?” Officer Bakugou snarls, starts to roughly pull on your forearms, uncaring of how he could dislocate your shoulders. You cry out in pain, shake your head, try to deny the building tension in your lower belly.

“Don’t lie, bitch. Fucking cum on my dick, like a good little whore. Cmon, sweetheart, fucking do it.” Officer Bakugou goads you into an orgasm, shushes your embarrassed cry as you cream all over the fat of his cock. He fucks you through it, feels his own orgasm creep up on him from feeling your tight and wet walls clamp down around him. He grunts, bites his bottom lip roughly, watches how your creamy pussy swallows his cock repeatedly, lets his hips start to drive a little deeper, a little faster.

You can feel him start to pulsate inside of you, how his thrusts get a little sloppier, how his groans start echoing in volume. You panic at the realization that he didn’t wear a condom, and is too damn close to his orgasm. You quickly perk up.

“Officer Bakugou!” You whine, trying to push up on your shoulders so you can look at the cop behind you. He stares right back at you, his uniform still completely in place and sharp, save for his zipper down and producing his fat cock that’s been mercilessly pounding away at you.

“Please, d-don’t cum inside!” You cry out, let the few tears stray from your eyes as your bottom lip trembles. It doesn’t do the job you were expecting it to. No, Officer Bakugou only groans at the sight of you, throws his head back, lets the speed of his hips pick up, lets the resounding wet squelch of your sloppy cunt push him closer to his orgasm.

He cums inside of you with a gasp, stuttering breath as he shoots his thick load inside of you. You whine at the feeling of it, how it coats your walls, fills you up, and warms your belly. You clench around him, hoping to milk his cock and hurry up the process of filling you. Officer Bakugou groans at the feeling, lets his body fall forward on top of yours.

You two stand there for a few seconds trying to catch your breath, before he finally pulls up and wordlessly un-cuffs your hands. You instantly bring your wrists around in front of you, sitting up with his cock still inside of you, sighing as you rub the tenseness from your joint. Officer Bakugou lays his hands on your waist, nudges at your jawline and presses sweet kisses to your neck.

“Was I too rough with the cuffs?” He asks, rubs up and down your sides as he tries to ease his cock from inside of you. You both sigh at the feeling, him admiring the way his cum seeps from your walls, you smiling at how his hands squeeze you tight.

“A little, when you were fucking me. But other than that, it was perfect. Thank you, baby.” You turn in his hands, wrap your arms around Katsuki’s neck. He frowns down at you for being too rough, but forgives himself with that love struck gaze you give him.

“You’re welcome, weirdo.” He murmurs, leaning down to capture your lips for the first time that night. You two share a sweet kiss, completely different from the rough nature of the role-play you two did just a few minutes ago. When you pull back, you smile up at him, watch how his eye soften at the sight of you.

“What time do you get off?” You whisper. Bakugou breaks eye contact to glance at the watch on his wrist.

“About forty-five minutes.” He murmurs, opts to leave butterfly kisses against your lips and jaw and cheek and forehead and nose. It melts your heart completely.

“Want me to go to that ramen place down the street? Get us a little midnight snack when you come home?” You ask, running your fingers through his spiky locks. Katsuki hums.

“That’s more than a snack, but sure, dumbass. Get me my usual.” He says against your mouth, smiles against your own smile as you kiss him quiet. You two stand there in each others embrace for a minute before you finally pull back for air, whisper against his lips,

“Of course, my love.”

Like Jesus. Just 🥵🥴💦☠️⚰️

this took so long for no reason sorry bb

cw: lazy sex, slight daddy kink

The harsh rays of the sun burned into your eyes as you fade into consciousness, causing you to squint in pain. You let out a tired sigh as you roll out of bed only to be pulled back against your boyfriend’s hard chest.

Megumi nuzzles his head into your neck, you fitting against him perfectly like a missing puzzle piece. He rubs small circles into your tummy, making you relax into his touch.

What seems to be a few innocent rubs turn into lingering touches down your skin, sloppy kisses and bites on the sensitive skin of your neck.

The feeling is pleasant, Megumi’s mouth on you with his hand trailing further down has goosebumps forming on your skin, your naked cunt growing wetter. When his palm reaches your sex you stop him.

“Trust me, I want to. But I have a meeting I need to get to soon”

Megumi ignores you, his hand slipping past your wet folds to play with your clit, rubbing circles into it as he spreads your arousal around the nub.

You mewl feeling his thick fingers slide over your entrance before pushing inside, the slight stretch stinging just a tad.

Your breaths come out shaky, trying to shut your legs to stop the orgasm building inside you. “Megumi, did you not hear me? I have to go—”

“You’re not going anywhere, especially with this pussy all nice and wet for me” his husky morning voice sounds from behind you, sending shivers throughout your whole body.

He slips his fingers from out of you, replacing them with his fat cock as he bottoms out inside you, silencing your scream with his slick coated digits.

He holds your leg up, thrusting into you lazily as your eyes roll back in pleasure, tasting your essence on his fingers as his length drags in and out of you.

“Be a good girl and take daddy’s cock.”

Maybe being a little late was worth it.

Hmmm maybe midnight drives with Kirishima??

aaaAAAA YES!<3

~late night drives wif kiri:)~

I feel like Kiri would see that tonight was one of those nights you felt super energized, basically bouncing off the walls with nothing to do, and he would smile and grab his keys.

If you’re not allowed out with him, Kiri will help you crawl out your window and immediately carry you to his car. (doesn’t matter your size, beefy Kiri is here:>)

Late night drives with Kiri are like the late night snack runs as well, except you sit in random parking lots and make some random drink out of candy and sodas. (battery acid)

You would turn your music up all the way, scream the lyrics and laugh when your throat gets hoarse. That’s not the only reason your throat is hoarse for that night;)

After all those cute moments with the music and everything, you would crawl over to Kiri’s lap, (doesn’t matter your size, Kiri carries all!<3) and give him kisses along his jawline.

“Thought we were going to be peaceful tonight, pretty girl?” But when you look up at him with those pretty eyes, who is he to deny?

So he orders you in the backseat, and the rest is history<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.

🥴🥵☠️⚰️

fucky and manipulative izuku is kinda on my fucking brain so lmao have this (cw: dubconish, weed consumption):

you don’t want to have sex until marriage. you want to save yourself for marriage and you’ll be damned if you let any boyfriend get you to cave. you’ve been so good so far. each boyfriend respecting your decision so long as makeout sessions are on the table! of course they do end up ending within time but you’re not complaining. they won’t wait for you and that’s their problem!

but then you meet midoriya izuku and start dating and suddenly his grinding his clothed cock against your cunt, telling you that it’s okay if the both of you are topless while making out because it’s not sex! and then it’s grinding while only in underwear, and then it’s grinding your slicked pussy against his throbbing member.

“I promise I won’t even put the tip in,” izuku promises as you gasp, entirely horny and gut twisted with uncertainty as his pink, angry tip ruts between your lips, teasing your entrance just so. “it won’t go in!”

and one day in the heat of the moment, lips swollen from kisses and neck colorful with an assortment of bruises and love marks, the tip slips in while the two of you are madly grinding and humping each other and you freeze. he pulls out immediately and holds you as you cry that night.

but the next day, when the both of you are high off edibles and so, soooo horny, he’s got your legs on his shoulders and he’s rutting between your folds as your lips refuse to part. you can feel the tip of his cock grazing your entrance and the heaving, excitement on izuku’s tongue as the tip begins dipping in. you should stop it, you know you should — you’re saving yourself for marriage! — but it goes in with a sloppy thrust and you wail in pleasure against his lips.

“you’re in me!” you shriek, guilty, happily, elatedly, horrifically. “oh my god! you’re fucking me!”

izuku nods, face buried in your neck, laughter light and breathy, “and you feel so fucking good baby.”

your horror and guilt are quickly forgotten the moment he begins pounding you into the mattress. you cum more times then you can count, and because you weren’t supposed to have sex, he comes deep within you without a condom. and you lay in his arms, sweaty and tired as the high of the edible begins to fade and izuku chuckles, teeth nibbling your ear.

“I love you.”

Oh my god. 🥵🥵🥵🥴🥴🥴🥴🥴🥴💦

Ooh i’m so excited rn omg...what i need rn is more of aizawa and villian!soulmate reader. They just keep acting like a brat until aizawa takes them home and punishes them X3

Prelude - shoutout to y’all for being so patient with me! appreciate it so so much. Also, there was like one other ask that I wanted to include here but I couldn’t find it, so rip. Also, @bbygirlpastel ty for the “Villain? I’ll show you a villain.”

Pairing - Yandere Aizawa X Reader

Warnings - dub con, non con, NSFW, overstimulation, no actual penetration. Creepy Aizawa, vibrators, uhhh literally nothing good here. Dead dove man, if you look at a dead bird and KNOW it’ll taste disgusting and make you sick to your stomach.... DON’T FUCKIN EAT THE BIRD. listen to the warnings my dudes!!

Music -  https://open.spotify.com/track/6p8eEdiZLKJH8tcjGZuNTK?si=9r_2kgkoR56h9UkBCybxLw

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Maybe he wouldn’t be this infatuated, this utterly obsessed, this angry with you if you had just given in from the start.

You weren’t even a high-priority villain, just some desperate nighttime thug that preyed on innocent bystanders. Snatching wallets, causing a ruckus, stealing from thrift stores or gas stations a couple of times a week.  You were a nuisance, but not big enough to catch Aizawa’s attention - not until you stole a women’s watch right in front of him on the street while he was buying a snack from a food-cart before his shift started.

And yeah, Aizawa tried to keep a low profile, not flaunt his hero status in order to effectively capture and subdue villains, but surely you would’ve noticed the man clad in black, obviously sporting hero gear standing nearby. But you didn’t, and then he was grabbing your shoulder so he could drag you to the police station. Aizawa had been surprised when you wiggled out of his grip and took off, and damn, you were fast.

The game of cat-and-mouse had begun, and while the underground hero failed to catch you that night (and every subsequent night he saw you out on the streets) he was determined to do so. Well, maybe not /as/ determined. When it came to you, the man was easily distracted.

The clothes you wore were baggy, hid your form effectively. But if someone looked close enough, they could notice the curves of your body, especially as you ran, evading capture. Aizawa was loathe to admit at first, but it was tantalizing watching you flee from him.

He beat himself up over it. He’d always had a solid grasp of self-control, and usually he felt no attraction to his targets, even if they were wearing the skimpiest of outfits. One time he had turned in a villain wearing nothing but pasties over her breasts and panties (her quirk was seduction-based), and he hadn’t felt anything but utter boredom as he filled out paperwork at the police station while they found her some actual clothes.  It probably had something to do with the “soulmate” quirk he had been hit with once, but Aizawa had never really put much faith in it, nor thought about it extensively. He had always had a bit more self control than other men.

So for him to almost have feelings for some low-life idiot? It made his skin burn with irritation (and maybe something else, but he wasn’t ever going to address that). It didn’t make any sense. 

The fact that it didn’t make any sense did not stop his brain from plastering not-suitable-for-work thoughts about you whenever he ran upon you committing some minor crime. It was infuriating.

The satisfaction the man felt from finally pinning you down, taking advantage of a small stumble, tackling you down and pressing you into the cold concrete of the rooftop was probably unholy. It just felt so damn good, catching you, forcing you to submit, getting you underneath him. When he had flipped you onto your back, you wouldn’t look at him, just staring off to the side, almost as if you were ashamed.

You should be - stealing from anyone and everyone, being a brat, making Aizawa’s life difficult as you infiltrated every waking moment.

He had started to lecture you, starting out with his usual cool-headed, 

unbothered demeanor, but slowly getting more and more annoyed as you still refused to look at him. Pretending he wasn’t there, refusing to listen - Aizawa felt the urge to slap you, just to make you react.

He settled for harshly gripping your chin, forcibly turning your head so he could look at your eyes.  Eye contact was an important thing to Aizawa - it was the basis of his quirk, but he wasn’t prepared for the punch to the gut he felt when he looked into yours.

Words escaped him, mouth dropping open, his body frozen. There was - there was something going on. You took advantage of his pause, shoved the man off of you, took off running. Aizawa could do nothing but sit there, staring after your form with his own eyes wide and wondering. What had just happened?

He reflected on the moment for the entire rest of the night, musing over the strange feeling coiled in his stomach, the weird tug in his chest, his brain wanting and desiring and lusting and it was so distracting, he wanted it to stop, but at the same time, he wanted to indulge.

The realization finally hit him - the soulmate quirk he had been hit with, all those long years ago. 

Some lady had come up to him while he was shopping, smiling at him toothily before asking him wether he believed in soulmates. He had stared at her for a second, before blankly responding with a curt “no”, turning back to continue browsing the selection of applesauce packets. A hand on his wrist, a burning sensation from his arm to his heart, and then he was rounding on the woman, ready to drag her to the police station for using her quirk in public without a license. 

She had just cackled, citing something about soulmates and how he was going to believe now, he’d learn what it would feel like to find your true love when he looked into their eyes. Some sappy, romantic, crazy bullshit that he had ignored and promptly forgotten, before calling the police.

The lady had been deemed mentally ill, driven mad by the loss of her husband in a hero-based accident. Aizawa quickly forgot about the incident.

Aizawa didn’t believe in soulmates, and even if they existed, there was no way in hell that his soulmate would be a villain.

But apparently, the universe did not care about Aizawa’s opinions.

He tried to ignore it, turn a blind eye whenever he saw you sneaking around late at night, would turn and head the other way. But there was no denying the burning flame in his heart, the yearning to see you again, to talk to you, learn about you, what you liked, what you didn’t, where you had grown up, what your aspirations were. 

Aizawa hated it.

But he couldn’t ignore it.

The feelings grew and grew, festering in his body like an open wound, infecting his mind, crawling through his veins and slowly seeping into every aspect of his life, until all he could think about was you. The man needed it to stop.

The cat-and-mouse game was picked up again, except this time, Aizawa wasn’t going to give you any opportunities to get away.

You were able to sense the change, could see the rabid look in his eyes when he sought you out for the first time since the night you had slipped out of his grasp. There was something different, and it wasn’t good, it was dangerous.

You managed to dodge him for a time, and some part of Aizawa swelled with pride that his supposed “soulmate” was so clever. The other part of him wanted to break something.

He was almost frightened by the change in him, this volatile anger, the impatience and the lust. That wasn’t who he was, but ever since meeting you, looking into your eyes, it’s what he had become. Maybe if he tracked you down, got close to you, spent some time with you, this needy feeling would go away. You couldn’t run forever. 

Aizawa caught you during the daytime, when both of you were off-guard and not paying attention. It was luck, really, or maybe destiny or fate, that he had looked up to watch as passengers filtered onto the subway. You were wearing the same baggy clothes you always wore, hoodie over your head, earbuds in. 

There was a backpack slung over your shoulder, and Aizawa watched you sling it off to place it in your lap as you sat down before the doors closed. 

It was easy to follow you home, to the dingy little deathtrap you called your own, on the first floor of an abandoned, moldy motel building. It was even easier to follow you inside, through the broken window , his footsteps undetected through the blare of music in your earbuds.

It was less easy to subdue you, with the desperate fight you put up, trying to kick and punch and scream as soon as Aizawa’s thick arm circled around your throat. Still, the man had been subduing unruly villains for a while now, and it wasn’t hard for him to keep his hold on your smaller from, no matter how you thrashed in his arms. 

When you finally passed out from the lack of air in your lungs, Aizawa gently followed you down to the floor, staring at you for a moment (god you were pretty, how had he not noticed how pretty you were?) before looking around the room. 

It looked like a regular motel room, except there was no TV, there was signs of rot dotting the walls, and the air smelled decidedly unhealthy. He wrinkled his nose as he took it in - you would be much better living somewhere less unsavory. 

Which, Aizawa’s home was perfectly capable of hosting an unwilling guest. Aizawa wasn’t naive enough to think you’d be happy waking up in an unfamiliar room, but he figures it would be better than jail. Like hell was he going to hand you off to the police, not when the ache in his chest was subsiding in your presence, the burning need for something lowering to a slow simmer. Justice be damned, Aizawa was going to be the judge, jury, and executioner in this particular case, and he had yet to decide your fate.

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“You are insufferable - if you would just give in, everything would feel so much better. Holding out like this is illogical.”

He was tired. Tired of your stubbornness, tired of your refusals, tired of your insults, tired of the way his skin itched and blood boiled every time you spat at him or knocked over the plate of food he brought to you. 

When he was met with silence, Aizawa sighed. This was getting old. It had been a month since he’d brought you under his roof, a month of holding back, a month of playing nice, a month of letting you “adjust”. But you hadn’t adjusted, hadn’t even tried, and he was tired.

“You’re only hurting yourself by acting like this.“

“Maybe I wouldn’t have to act like this if you hadn’t kidnapped me.” You spat, glaring daggers at the man.

Aizawa paused, almost humored by your spiteful response. “You would rather I have turned you over to the police? The prison system isn’t kind to pretty little things like you. No matter how tough you pretend to be, you’d be broken in less than a week.”

You scoffed, pulling at the chain that held your ankle to the wall. “As if this is somehow better. You’re a sick man, I hope you choke on your next meal and /die/.”

Aizawa gestured to the room, his patience wearing thin. “I could make it worse.” 

And he could. He could take away the thin mattress you were sitting on, shorten your chain so you couldn’t reach the bare-bones bathroom, he could stop feeding you, or make you eat scraps like a dog. Of course, he could make it much better too, but only if you’d stop fighting him at every turn.

“I don’t even know what you want. You’re just an old pervert, you’re no hero. You claim to be good and just, but you’re no better than the villains you put behind bars.”

Within a second, Aizawa was crouched in front of you, gripping your chin, yanking you forward until you could feel his heated breath across your face, could see the tension in his eyes.

“I want you to behave.”  He ground out. “I’ve treated you with nothing but civility so far, but if you’re so determined to see me as nothing but a villain, then fine, I’ll show you a villain.”

Aizawa was at the end of his rope. It was uncharacteristic for him to exhibit such anger, such impulses and wild feelings, but when it came to you, Aizawa felt like he was an entirely different person, ruled solely by his instincts. 

With a push, you were sprawled onto your back on the mattress, quickly trying to scramble upright, ready for an attack. But Aizawa just watched, letting you panic before you realized he was going to stay put.  Well, stay put for a time.

 There were some things he needed to go get, to show you how good he had been to you, to prove that he had been nice and accommodating. But if you wanted to play dirty, then Aizawa could play dirty.

He stood, shoving his hands in his pockets, keeping his eyes locked onto your face. You were such a shy thing, barely able to hold eye-contact, always blushing and stammering and fighting when he made you look at him. It wasn’t his fault that your eyes were enchanting, drawing him in like a spell. If he could, Aizawa wouldn’t mind spending a few hours just watching you, watching your eyes take in the world. Of course, that was an illogical desire, but the man found he was having a lot of those these days.

You huffed as you felt him watching you. “You’re a creep.” The man didn’t answer, and you deflated, voice coming out small “Please…. let me go. I won’t like, steal stuff anymore, alright? Just let me go.”

Aizawa could bet that you were scared - after all, you were nothing more than a common crook. It’s probably the first time you’ve ever been held hostage, the first time you’ve been immobilized. You were probably used to intimidation, maybe even abuse - someone living in a rotted, abandoned motel and living off of what they could steal each day probably didn’t have a good story to tell about what had happened to them. 

Either way, Aizawa didn’t really care.  If it wasn’t for the tearing sensation in his chest when he was away from you for too long, he’d definitely have handed you over to the police by now. It was driving him insane, how he couldn’t focus, couldn’t sleep, couldn’t think, couldn’t live now that his mind was constantly occupied with thoughts of you.

When he went out at night, he worried that you would hurt yourself, or escape - get away from him somehow. When he was at home, trying to do the “right” thing and give you space, not touch you, not invade your space, he was bombarded with the single-minded desire of holding you, feeling the warmth of your body against his chest.

It had to stop. He didn’t know how to make it stop. 

Aizawa had tried everything, from leaving you alone, to spending time watching you from the other side of the room - the man had even tried to erase the supposed “soulmate” quirk he was infected with by using his own quirk in the bathroom, staring into the mirror. Nothing seemed to help.

He had tried to be nice, he had tried to be good. But there was still the tugging in his chest, the itch he couldn’t scratch when it came to you. He wanted to do so much, but he wasn’t a villain, he wouldn’t force you.

But there lay the problem.

Aizawa wanted to.

He closed the door behind him as he left your room, the “torture chamber” he had said once, deadpanned tiredly in an attempt at a joke. You hadn’t laughed. 

The man supposed that this last month had really just been him warring against the dark, whispering corner of his mind that urged him to just take. To do what he wanted, to lay waste, to ravage you in every carnal way he so desired. To force you to lay by his side at night, force you to give him long, loving kisses, force you into domesticity.

Aizawa knew it was wrong. He had tried to ignore that part of him, push it down, focus on the logical solutions he could think of, the ones that kept his actions pure and heroic. But at this point, with you resisting so strongly? How you called him a villain, a pervert, a creep? Why not let the villain inside take a moment in the spotlight.

That’s what he was thinking as he gathered items into his arms from his room, spending hardly any time picking out what he wanted and needed. He’d had so many dreams, so many thoughts of what he would do to you once you finally submit to him. The man had plenty of ideas, especially now that he was deciding to throw his inhibitions out the window. 

The fact that you most likely weren’t going to be willing merely meant that Aizawa added a spreader bar and an extra set of cuffs to the growing pile in his arms. 

Stepping back into your room was almost thrilling, seeing your eyes snap up, to the bundle of items he held, then at his face. They were so wide, scared, panicked. It was a good look on you honestly, one that Aizawa didn’t mind seeing more often. He was done being the nice guy.

“This is entirely your fault, you know that (Y/N)?” He mused as he strode forward, crouching to set down a towel on the ground, slowly laying each item down onto it. Might as well build up your fear and anticipation.

“If you hadn’t provoked me so, I would’ve been able to be continue holding myself back.” He could hear your breathing pick up as each item was set down, had to fight down a mocking smirk. “You had to be a brat though, egg me on like that. Well, if it’s not apparent by now, you’re probably going to regret that.”

“Please, please, oh god, this-you don’t need to-you-there’s-“

“Didn’t you just accuse me of being a villain? I’m just trying to live up to your expectations here, isn’t that what you want?”

Aizawa finished emptying his arms, then headed towards you, holding the extra pair of cuffs in his hand. He caught your eyes, watching you beg, try to push yourself back into the wall, away from him. There was no doubt that you were terrified, practically having a panic attack as you hyperventilated, eyes darting between Aizawa, the cuffs in his hands, the items on the towel behind him. 

It was easy for Aizawa to grab ahold of your already-bound wrists, pulling them down to the ground, right above the top of the mattress. Quickly, one cuff was attached to your wrist, the other cuff slipped through a small, recessed metal ring in the ground. 

After you had…. “moved in”, Aizawa had done some renovations. The angle he had you trapped at now kept your arms stretched above your head, immobile and unable to move more than an inch in any direction. It’d be uncomfortable if you were left like that for too long, but Aizawa was still planning on being somewhat merciful today. 

You were still babbling quietly, pleading with the man. “You don’t need to do this, please, please please please please-!” You sobbed out the last “please”, trying to wrench your arms free.  Of course it was useless, and you were doing nothing but tiring yourself out, but Aizawa didn’t mind.

It was easy to attach the spreader bar to each ankle, despite the way you cried and kicked, ankles slipping out of his grasp a couple times before he could finally pin them down. Aizawa felt eerily calm, patient, but at the same time seething, excited, almost foaming at the mouth for what he knew was to come.

“Struggling won’t achieve anything, but feel free to do so.” He encouraged, shuffling backwards on his knees to look at you, stretched out body on display.

You were still wearing clothes, a thin t-shirt, a pair of loose basketball shorts - all Aizawa’s.  He had immediately told you to leave your old clothes outside the bathroom door when you showered the second day after he had captured you.

 You had resisted at first, but quickly relented when the man raised an eyebrow, shrugging his shoulders before advancing towards you menacingly. You had gotten the message loud and clear, immediately backing down, agreeing to wear the clothes you were given.

Aizawa retreated to the towel, swiping a pair of scissors off of it. Brandishing them, he snipped them twice in warning. “You might want to be still for this part. I don’t actually want to cut you, so if it happens, it’ll be your fault.”

And then he bent over, carefully snipping the clothes off of your rigid body. 

As soon as the last shred of fabric fell away, you breathed in air, immediately letting out a loud, tearful wail. Aizawa felt a twinge of regret, but the quickly-growing bulge in his pants currently outweighed any other feelings he might be having.

Putting the scissors safely out of reach, the man let himself rest back on his heels, surveying your body the way one surveys their food before taking a bite. And oh, was he going to eat you up.

You were writhing, tears falling from yours eyes, still babbling out nonsense as you begged for him to stop, to reconsider, to think about what he was doing. 

“I’ve thought about this plenty. It’s called fantasizing.” He murmured, before gently resting his hand against your naked hip. 

You spooked like a wild horse, thrashing the second his hand made contact, crying and wailing, shying away from his touch.

Aizawa was glad he had the foresight to bring a gag.

You were so worked up, you didn’t even notice him grabbing it, didn’t register his hand clamping around your jaw, wrenching it open and shoving the ball gag past your teeth. You quickly fought against that too, outright screaming, trying to shake your head, pull away from the hands fastening the strap around your head. But Aizawa was quick, and good with his hands, and your screams became muffled, nothing more than desperate background noise to the defiling of your body.

Resuming his exploration, Aizawa cradled your head in both hands, pressing a chaste kiss to your forehead. “If you relax, it won’t be as stressful for either of us.”

With another muffled scream, you turned your head, tear-filled eyes glaring at the wall. 

“Or you can be a brat.” Aizawa laughed, a sound he wasn’t used to making. “Either way, it’s not gonna change what’s happening.”

Returning to the towel, Aizawa picked up the next couple of items, turning back to see you watching him through teary eyes. He presented the items in his hands, showing them to you. If you were curious, might as well let you see how he was planning to take you apart.

The second your eyes fell onto the lube, the bullet vibrator, the skin-safe tape, you wailed again, closing your eyes in horror, shaking your head. Aizawa breathed out his nose, humored at your terrified reaction. Not so tough when you were tied up, at the mercy of a man, were you?

Your legs were already held apart by the spreader bar, and no matter how you squirmed when Aizawa kneeled next to your hip, you couldn’t close your legs. When Aizawa’s warm hand ghosted over your stomach, you cried behind the gag, and when his hand made contact with your soft pink folds, you absolutely bawled, the sound loud and pitiful even as muffled as they were.

Aizawa wanted to tease, to feel all around, rub against your labia, tickle your clit, skirt around your opening. He let himself indulge a little, before pulling back, squirting out a dollop of lube onto his fingers. When the cold wetness touched you, there was barely any reaction, the way you were already panicking essentially making you loose all feeling.

That was alright, Aizawa knew that would change soon.

He let his hand wander around your entrance, massaging the lube into your skin, taking special care of your clit, your inner labia, the puffy folds. The man got lost in the sensation of your warmth underneath his fingertips, eyes slowly falling shut, a low hum coming from his throat in a natural attempt to soothe you. 

The man didn’t know how long he stayed like that, gently massaging wetness onto your skin, humming, but by the time he opened his eyes, your weeping had essentially subsided. You were making cute little sniffling sounds, trying to calm yourself, your own eyes closed, limbs almost relaxed, as if you’d accepted your fate.

When Aizawa took his hand away to reach for the bullet vibe, you barely moved. When he pulled back the lips of your labia, nestling the small, ovular vibrator against your clit, you only flinched. He pinched your labia lips almost painfully, hiding the vibrator underneath them as he pushed it hard onto your clit, before taping thick strips over your skin. When he was done, the vibrator was firmly in place, immovable, covered almost completely by your labia, which in turn was held over the vibe with the skin safe tape. 

The vibe was turned on, and Aizawa swore that your back arched so fast and hard he heard it pop. You writhed on the thin mattress, pulling at the chains binding your hands to the floor, trying to turn onto your side, bucking your hips, jerking and twisting this way and that at the overwhelming sensation. Aizawa had never used the bullet vibe on himself, but he’d felt the strength of the vibrations against his hand as he decided on a setting for you, feeling the tingly sensations through your skin through the tape, before kicking it up a few notches. 

You were screaming behind the gag - Aizawa guessed you weren’t used to toys, but he felt no remorse. He put a strong hand on your hip, holding you flush to the mattress as your hips moved about wildly.

“This is what a villain would do. They’d tie you up, assault you…. Tear you down and exhaust you until you turn into a broken little cockslut. Aren’t I so much nicer? At least I plan on taking care of you after. Plus, I’ll still lo-“

He cut himself off, grimacing at the words that had almost slipped out. Aizawa wasn’t ready to admit that to himself just yet. He wanted to hold onto the allusion that he could resist you, that he didn’t need you, that you weren’t unequivocally important to him

Not like you were listening.

With a sigh, Aizawa sat back, content to watch you writhe as you wiggled your hips, the movement making your breasts jiggle slightly. Aizawa groaned internally, his erection straining, throbbing inside his pants.

“You’re so beautiful, your body is…. Indescribable really.” The man mumbled, eyes trained on your form. A sheen of sweat was covering your skin, making you shimmer, making you slick. Aizawa’s hands itched as he looked at you, wanting desperately to wrap around your waist, to hold you close as he rut against you. But he wanted to prove a point. He wanted to show you that he could be nice, that he had been treating you good, that you shouldn’t be a childish brat and shout insults at him every day.

But god, was it hard to just sit back and watch you.

He unzipped his pants, reaching past the waistband of both pants and boxers, hissing as he took his erection in hand. He was wet, leaking precum, but did he expect anything else? You were laid out in front of him like a feast, delicious.

You were so overwhelmed by the vibrator strapped to your pussy, you didn’t even notice Aizawa beginning to jerk himself off. It’s probably better that way, he figures - if you realized what he was doing, you’d probably have a fit. Your cries faded into tearful whimpers, long whines, which then morphed into guilty moans, enjoyment that you couldn’t hide. When you came the first time, Aizawa was watching your body, stroking his cock in time to the way your hips jumped against the vibe. 

When you came the second time, hair a mess, Aizawa moaned your name a little, his own cheeks flushed with embarrassment and desire as he squished his thumb against the tip of his cock.

The third time you came, screaming out muffled nonsense, Aizawa couldn’t take it anymore.

He leaned forward, quickly undoing your gag, having to let go of his cock to work on the straps. When the plastic ball was free from your mouth, drool slicked over your chin, gulping breaths being taken, Aizawa surged forward, pressing you back into the mattress as he kissed you hungrily. 

You whined into his mouth, naked chest pressed against his shirt, crying in overstimulation as the vibrations between your legs didn’t give up.

“Mhm, you taste-“ The man had broken away from your mouth, only to dive back in again for a quick taste before speaking again. “-so damn good.”

“Aizawa-Aiz-aah! Aah!” You keened, a fourth orgasm washing over you, leaving your nerves tingling, buzzy. 

“That’s right, that’s who’s making you feel so good. You feel good, don’t you?” He pressed, crowding closer to you. He was in the process of pushing down his pants, his boxers, kicking them off.

“No, no no no, can’t-can’t-it hurts! Mmmfh-!” You moaned, back arching again.

“Don’t lie. Listen to yourself, you sound like a whore.” Aizawa chuckled breathlessly, turning you slightly onto your side. He was feeling hot, flushed, feverish. He wanted to do so many things - fuck you stupid, cuddle you close, give you warm hugs and kiss your pussy until you ground against his face.

“No I…. I don’t!” You yelped, the way he was positioning you pushing the vibrator into a different position. “Aiz-mmmm, Aizawa! Please-oh god, oh god-oh, please, st-OP!”

A kiss shut you up, Aizawa licking inside your mouth, feeling your saliva smear against his stubbled chin, felt you fighting against your bindings again. Where did you get all the energy? 

He didn’t break the kiss to look down, to take himself in hand and guide his cock into the tight plushness of your thighs, right up against your dripping, messy cunt.

When he pushed forward, his mouth fell open. There was so much /pleasure/, he felt dumb, thick-headed and cotton-mouthed. You were so warm, so wet, and the vibrator was still buzzing away happily,  pulsating through his cock as it rested against your pussy. 

He wanted to cum, right then and there. 

Feeling his thick cock pressing between your thighs, you wrenched yourself away from the kiss, whimpering as he pressed his cock up to chase the buzzing sensation, increasing the pressure of the vibe against your skin.

“Wait, ah, wait! Please, no more-mhmm! I’ll-I’ll be gO-od!” You whined, hips bucking again as the feeling built up again. 

Aizawa thumbed at the wetness covering your face, trying to wipe away the tears, but simultaneously forcing you to look into his eyes.

“Shh, it’s okay. Let it out, I won’t look, there’s no need-fuck-no need to be embarrassed sweetheart.” 

He reassured, knowing you were close to humming again. This time, he didn’t want you to have to finish alone.

With another gentle caress to your cheek, Aizawa grabbed your hips, before smoothly sliding his cock through your thighs, fucking right against your pussy. It felt incredible, better than anything else he’d ever experienced in his sex life - hell, in his entire existence.

Aizawa tried to hold himself back from humping against you, pumping his hips wildly, but he couldn’t stop himself. Not when he was so worked up, not when you were moaning and gasping in his arms, shaking towards another orgasm.

“That’s it, almost there, just a little longer.” He reassured, voice strained and almost cracking in pitch as he neared his end.

“I can’t, I can’t, don’t make me! Don’t-aaah! No, no, plea-SE!” 

Your muscles tensed, Aizawa could feel it, your body pressed so tightly against his own. Then you were gone, eyes rolling back, mouth open in a silent gasp, brows furrowed as you were forced into cumming again.

It made Aizawa burst, feeling your thighs tense around his cock, your cunt convulsing, body trembling. He came easily, covering the inside of your thighs with his sticky seed, before quickly pulling himself free. 

He had just had an earth-shattering orgasm, but he needed to get you cleaned up. After all, you had just had /several/ earth shattering orgasms.

The vibe was turned off, the tape gently pulled away You flinched at every tug, skin burning with sensitivity, all of your nerves fried and overstimulated. 

Tape off, Aizawa reached up and unbound your hands, quickly throwing the vibe and extra set of cuffs back towards the towel (he hoped - his brain wasn’t working well enough to know if he was accurate or not).

Aizawa felt... good, warm inside. He didn’t want to acknowledge the feelings swirling around in his chest, the contentedness that came from just holding you, but he couldn’t exactly deny all of it either.

The two of you sat there, you lost in your own headspace (subspace? Aizawa didn’t know the terms.. but for you, he’d be willing to learn).

“You did so well, look at you.” The man breathed, looking down at your body. Fuck him, even covered in sweat and cum and fluids, you were still the most enticing thing he had ever seen.

You didn’t respond, just occasionally blinking at the ceiling, still as a mouse. 

You were submissive and compliant for the time being, not struggling when Aizawa gathered you into his arms, cradled your head to his chest. His heart soared at the physical contact - you hadn’t let him do so much as look at you without yelling or snarking some mean insult. This was progress.

Aizawa kissed the top of your head, noting that the two of you would need a long shower in a bit. 

You were so fucked out, Aizawa almost felt a little bad at your disheveled state.

At least he had been merciful this time.

So I want her job. To be fucked STUPID man..sign me up 🤤⚰️☠️🥵😩🥴💦

on the job

minors do not interact

warnings: 18+, sex pollen (which means there are noncon/dubcon elements), reader is a sex worker, cum play/cum eating, semi-public masturbation, unprotected sex, sex toys, degradation, slight overstim

pairing: bakugou x fem!reader

wc: 4.5k

summary: Super human society has a secret. Aphrodisiac quirks aren’t just the things of porn and fantasy–they’re actually quite common and too often fall into the wrong hands. Heroes, of course, do the best that they can, but when they get hit, they must be taken off the line of duty and someone needs to be able to activate the quirk’s release condition. If they’re single, who might that someone be? Obviously, you.

a/n: Many thanks to @lady-bakuhoe​ for cheerleading me through this whole idea and inspiring, shall we say, next steps ;)

If it weren’t for the NDAs, there were certain things you’d want people to know.

The first would be that you really liked your job. It was a simple truth, a pleasant one, since most people don’t get to say that they like their job as much as you liked yours. But, unfortunately, you couldn’t tell anyone, anyone, what your job was. You had to say broadly that you were a gig worker, that you worked on commission. If pushed, you’d say it was government contracted and that everything else was secret. After all, no one wanted society to panic.

Think of the children.

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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.

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HOW THEY EAT YOU OUT — bnha

just simple headcanons on how the men from bnha would eat you out.

masterlist — aot, jjk, haikyuu!!

content + warnings: 18+ content including cunnilingus, body worship, bruising/marking, voyeurism, and toy usage.

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

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

a/n— 👁👁 i really like this one

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

event ♡

But like it's so cute 😍😍

Imagine beta!Katsuki is a better alpha and pack leader than any other alpha at UA. He takes such good care of the omegas and doesn't take any posturing from alphas. He's going to be the first beta to make #1 and create his own agency.

Listen, listen.

I have this hc for Beta’s in my version of Omegaverse where they are just regular people but then, once they develop a bond with their mate, their scent and behaviour shifts to suit their needs - so, if they’re dating an Alpha, they go through heats; if they’re dating an Omega, they go through ruts.

Anyway. Beta Katsuki developing such a close bond with his entire pack that he becomes this strange version of Beta’s where he manages to suit everyone and their desires - his scent becomes just strong and spicy enough to soothe the Omega’s while also maintaining a sweet sort of undertone that soothes the Alpha’s.

And the pheromones don’t really affect him so he stays with the Omega’s during their heats and just holds them close and makes sure they eat and drink enough while scaring away anyone wandering near their room.

Just 🤤🥴🔫☠️⚰️

What if whoever your simping for can see/hear your thoughts whenever you’re thinking of them? 😳 I was lost in the filthiest fucking sex scene I’ve ever daydreamed in my life of Kirishima splitting me open with that huge cock of his. He’s trying to be gentle and loving and take it slow, but the slow drag of his cock against your insides is driving you crazy so you keep clenching to try and make him lose it too,

“fuck princess, you keep clamping down on me like that and I’ll cum”

but you’re being bratty about it so, “nnng. knew you were all talk. A bunch of dirty talk and 5 pumps? Where’s all that pro hero stamina?”

and he pulls out and leaves you empty as punishment until you beg him sweetly enough to come back. “Didn’t mean it Eiji. Please come back and fill me up baby I didn’t mean it please please please”

and he’s so thick, when he pulls out he leaves you gaping, and you’re so desperate to cum you immediately reach down to try and finger yourself but it’s not enough anymore. You can easily fit 3 (maybe 4?) fingers in with how well he’s stretched you out but... your fingers aren’t thick enough to replace him or hit all those spots. You’re so wet, your thighs covered in your own slick and you can barely hear anything over your own needy whining and the sloshing sounds as you desperately fingerfuck yourself.

You look over to where he’s watching you, slowly fisting himself, using your cream as lube and the sight of him towering over you while he debates with himself whether he should leave you wanting makes you step up a level in begging.

“Eijirou! Eiji, eijiiii.... can’t cum like this daddy, need that thick cock to get me there, need Daddy Riot’s big dick, I can be your good girl again, I’ll do anything”

And of course if you call him Daddy he’ll do whatever you want, so he’s gonna blow your back out until morning, no matter how much you try to tap out.

“What was that comment you made about stamina babygirl? You said you’d do anything for this dick so you’re gonna fucking take it until I’m done with you. That’s right beautiful take Daddy’s big dick take it, take it. Ungh, just like that. There’s my good girl”

Anyways where was I going with this? 🥴🥴

i don’t.... im no think.

On god!! On godddddd!! Y'all hoes are gonna just gonna 🔫🔫🔫🔫🥴🥵🤤⚰️

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

(Kirishima x Stripper! Reader)

(Art by @sandiestcupid on Instagram)

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

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

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

“Hey Little Bit.”

“Hey Big Red.” You shot back.

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

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

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

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

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

“Fine. Am I spending the night again?”

“Might as well.” You replied.

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

“Oh please! You love my pull out.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

To which you replied: “How bout you?”

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

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

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

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

“Carry me, my feet hurt.” You whined.

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

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

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

Damn you were beautiful.

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

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

“Yes, Pebbles?”

“Will you cuddle with me?”

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

“You sure, y/n?”

“Mmhhmm...”

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

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

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

“You too, y/n. Now go to sleep.”

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

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

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

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

“Uh, ok.” The man nodded skittishly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Fuck yes~yesss, y/n~”

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

Y/n...

He thought.

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

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

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

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

Such a good girl. So Perfect.

He thought.

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

“I try.” You giggled.

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

“Thank you, baby. Have a good day.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

No, no, no.

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

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

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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.

Smart Girls Make Fast Learners

NSFW 18+ ONLY. MINORS WILL BE BLOCKED!

My contribution to the BNHarem’s monthly collab. The theme was SEx work. ⛓This piece is a first real deep dive into darker themes and was actually really, really exciting to write. 🖤 A massive thanks to my dear friend @libiraki​ for beta reading this.

TW: yandere behavior, toxic relationship, degradation, non-con, dub-con, degradation/praise kinks, mind break, oral (M and F receiving), over stim, loss of virginity, mentions of physical violence.

DISCLAIMER: I do not condone this type of relationship. This is a work of fiction and if this happens IRL please get out of the relationship!

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Oh my goddess!! Yes you wrote him PERFECTLY but oh god. I can't imagine taking inasa in my mouth. Ugh he wouldn't fit but god do I want to get fucking WRECKED by this man!!!🥴🤤🍆🥵

red room // y. inasa

A/N: my take on the bnharem sex workers collab! so excited to write for inasa. he’s an incredibly underrated character and all i hope is that one person likes this lol

CHARACTER PAIRING: Yoarashi Inasa x F!Reader

WORD COUNT: 3,735

WARNINGS: oral (m!receiving), sex work, just some good ol fashioned safe, consensual sex

SYNOPSIS: a lucrative encounter with a group of pro heroes leads to an unlikely relationship.

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loud music blared over the speakers as you sashayed your way through the back stage. it was a crowded night and you were itching to get on stage and make some money. usually, you got good tips just by shaking your hips in your scantily clad body but the real cash was private events. it was especially rewarding when pro heroes, such as the ones who sat in the private VIP section, joined the club. that was when you made the most dough.

your set was announced and before people could prepare themselves you sauntered on stage, false confidence oozing out of you. you never really loved your job for this aspect, nor did you think you did great in front of a crowd, but you had been faking it your whole life and it came in handy when you walked across the platform, twirling around the sleek metal bar in the center of the stage.

slowly, your gaze raked across the people in the bar, eyes narrowed into slits, a small smirk across your face. you lazily dragged your hand up your body and across your chin, letting it fall to the pole. gripping the metal, you twirled your body around once, twice, three times before jumping up, entwining your legs around it and letting your head fall back, hair cascading towards the floor. you spent the next five minutes tantalizingly moving about the area. slinking to the floor towards the end of your set, you pushed your breasts together as you tucked the tips from the greedy men in between them, sliding the rest in the waist of your sequined panties. with one small wave, you pulled yourself off the ground and sauntered back behind the stage.

it had only been a few minutes of you counting your money in the dressing room before one of the bar maids had flagged you down, letting you know one of the VIP sections was asking for you. a cheshire grin made its way across your face as you realized that this could be the big money you were after for the night.

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Yes! Yes! Yes!!!!!!! All of it 🥵🍆🤤🥴⚰️☠️

Dilf w. Itadori Yuji/Sukuna

Honey’s Masterlist

↬ Pairing:Dilf Itadori Yuji/Sukuna x Black Female Reader

↬ Warning:Nsfw,18+,mdni

↬Disclaimer:Sukuna is a meanie and mentions of sex

Note:My first attempt at writing for Jujutsu Kaisen but god damn 👴🏾 This 2 for 1 duo have a strong grip on meeeee😭. Anyways thank you @kaijime for creating Dilf Collab please accept my humble offering.

The Dilf Collab : mdni

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Sigh you can’t tell me that the amazing Itadori Yuji wouldn’t be a big ass sweetheart dilf with the energy of your younger counterparts like ugh he wants to drag you along everywhere taking pictures recording all of it you don’t know why but never question it when you see pictures and videos of how cute y’all are together.

You make him feel alive sometimes and he loves that you’ve accepted his other counterpart Sukuna who pops out at random being an old mean flirt at the wrong times or cackling at itadori’s cornball energy.You just take it all in one stride with a gorgeous smile as if this is normal and that makes Itadori heart flutter and Sukuna grumble with annoyance.

Itadori loves sightseeing especially in the cities or urban areas where things are much faster paced than what he’s used to in the country. Staying in cool hotels with an amazing city view as he holds your face against the glass bending you over just hips thrusting like a rabbit in heat.Mumbling about how pretty the view is with you leaving a cum ring around his cock.

He’s a horny man that’s great at multitasking. If it's a sushi train he has a private little booth so that he could three knuckles deep into your fat cunt. With one hand and the other feeding you and him, Sukuna appears on the side of his face spewing out mean words in your ear and sometimes biting or licking your ear.

“You’re lucky that old brat won’t let me fuck you on this moving table”

“Look at you desperate for us to let you cum eat the shitty tuna and maybe I’ll think about it”

And Itadori being so chilled about it cooing at you for holding your mouth opened with your tongue out drooling onto your lap as you’re gripping onto his wrist for dear life.

“The tuna is not shitty Sukuna , y/n loves it see how she’s drooling for it”— “Tch dumb brat she’s about to cum on your fingers I feel her clamping down”

“You look so pretty baby, do you like this place? yeah—yeah you do now cum please for us.”

Now time spent with Sukuna himself is much simpler and I mean really simple it’s just you on your knees digging into the wooden floor as he’s face fucking under the moonlight in the outdoors of y’all patio. He’ll stop and let you cockwarm him with your tight throat as he sips on warm sake.

Nights with Sukuna are a toss up of what’s he in the mood for and you allow him to do. Some nights are just pure raunchiness, him placing you in different mating positions ramming into your poor weeping cunt like it had offended him to the highest degree as he shoves his fingers down whiny throat just to see you drool all over him.

Or having you lay wherever he places you so he can lay on top of you and “threatens” you to rub his scalp while rubbing his back.

“Oi work your magic on my hair and back or I split you in half little pet”

“Yes Su anything else ?”

“Spread your legs wider for me and take that shitty garment off its uncomfortable”

“Yes darling.”

It’s the best of both worlds honestly with this duo and you would never have to worry about a little thing when they’re around.

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

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

cw: size kink, dumbification

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I’m eating this tf up bro cause???

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

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

SAY IT LOUDER FOR THE PEOPLE IN THE BACK!!!!

Women empowering women, you go girl!

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 💀

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

Yandere Yakuza Bakugo x Fem Black Darling

(Art by: @mlightfoott on Instagram)

(This has been on my mind for awhile)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And what a move it was!

If you thought Bakugo spoiled your ass before?

Oh girl!

You can get the entire world if you want it

There’s just a few rules.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Never question his authority.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

All good points and that is also why sero is DADDY 🥴🤤🥰

My darling horny friend I have decided to give you a list of reasons why SERO is golden simp material.

1. His quirk requires him to have proper upper body strength to swing like he does. This means his shoulders are broad and thickly muscled, his biceps can crack a walnut with very little effort, his upper back is fucking shredded for his body type.

2. His fighting style incorporates alot of acrobatics and gymnastics. The man is flexible as fuck, with power in those lean muscles.

3. He has a sarcastic sense of humor and uses it to roast his friends but at the same time he is respectful and gentlemanly to all people he encounters.

4. He is never afraid of BAKUGOU'S temper and has no problem going head to head with him or any other friends whether in training, debates, or morality.

These are just the cannon reasons.

The non cannon reasons are just as good.

1. He will notice you like how surprisingly strong he is and do little things to tease you and get you flustered through out the day.

2. He's almost always up to try new things in bed.

3. He's happy to indulge you and make sure your happy even when you get bratty.(you definitely get a punishment later but you enjoy every minute of it.)

4. Multi lingual man with big ol dick.

5. He loves with his whole heart and is never shy about announcing it to anyone who questions it.

6. If your into 420 he likes to baby you and shotgunning with you on his lap alone and at home.

These are my reasons ❤

why are you guys tryna turn me into a Sero simp and why am I kinda digging it........

RUIN ME!🥵 JUST UGHH!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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I need it all 🤤😭🥺 like tamaki just proving he can make you come with his yum stick alone. But Shigaraki oh. My. God. I didn't know I was so thristy for HIM!!! just take me out 🔫🔫🥴🥵⚰️☠️

Your writing is so good 😋. If your requests are open, and when you are free, may I request some boys (whoever you want) reacting to their s/o getting thirsty tweets after getting more famous? Maybe there's some reminding of who they belong to 👀

A/N : omg Cay your writing is also amazing but thank you so much for giving me something to thirst over lol.

S/N: I’m filthy asf for this one but the urge came out of nowhere. But this is weird grouping, I hope you like it.

Warning: slight degradation,Mommy kink,Oral (Giving), Slight exhibitionist, Dumbification, Lactation(Cow quirk), slight cockwarming.

TamakiXFemReader and TomuraXFemReader————————————————————————————————————————

Tamaki Amajiki

Our poor bean was finally confident in the fact you wanted to date him and spend the rest of your life with him being his cute little housewife. Until one day Nejire posted a video clip of you eating a milky popsicle in your swimsuit at the pool side. The sun was glistening just right on your body and you looked so peaceful just completely unaware that she was filming you.

That video was meant to be sent to Tamaki but Twitter got a hold of it first and now your phone is going off on all of your social media’s. And reality chin checked Tamaki while he was leaving from the agency as Kirishima stopped him and showed him the video. Let’s just say he was attached to the wall for a few minutes.

After calming down enough to go back home he was very much needy to feel validated that you wouldn’t leave him all alone in this domestic lifestyle. Because he can try really hard that no other creepy fucks get a glimpse of your honey like goodness.

“M-mama please I just want you to feel really good right now. Please I-fuck” he said as greedily rutted into the air as he pulled you onto his lap.

You knew what was going to happen so you powered off your phone before he got home.

“Mama is the best like this,all just for m-me” he said tugging your bikini top down and latching onto the right nipple while squeezing the left nipple. This movement caused you to start leaking milk into his mouth and down his hand.

He switches to the left nipple and proceeded to finger you with such a needy pace that caused you to squirt a little bit of milk.

“Mama I think you’re ready for my fat cock, y-yeah can mama ride me please!” He says snatching your bottoms off and freeing himself. Stroking his cock with the juices of your cunt and milk. “I-Impale yourself on it and help milk me mommy” he says before smothering himself between your breasts still stroking himself.

You’ve impaled yourself and started to ride him gently and steady. Kissing the top of his head while petting him in a comforting motion. Until he snakes his arms around you tightly then leaned back into the chair with his face still squished. He eases y’all to the edge and started thrusting upwards into your velvet warm cunt. The pace was sloppy but brutal his balls was hitting your ass and he was a moaning mess, his grip never let up on you.

“See mommy I can make you happy with my cock. Look at the mess you’ve made on my cock” he says as he pushes up into you so you could hear the sticky squelching sounds from y’all cumming. He gives you a gentle kiss on your blissed out face and lifts y’all up but he never pulled out of you.

Y’all are going to take a bubble bath together and he’s going to cockwarm you with the occasional thrusting more cum into you. So prepare to be blissfully dumb for the rest of the day and night.

Tomura Shigaraki

This villainous fucker is highly annoyed that your cosplay pictures was doing numbers on Twitter right now and how every creep was commenting under your post.

Your dms was an absolute dumpster fire of dick pics and few pussy shots with a string of flirty comments.

He hated that y’all wasn’t able to display y’all relationship publicly because he decided to be a villain before he met you at a meet and greet for something y’all had in common. That made him insecure and he hated feeling insecure over something that he owns.

So that leads you to being face fucked while he was gaming with his usual online group.

“Fuck use your tongue some more slut!” He said gripping the back of your head while thrusting into the back of your throat with a vigor of making you hoarse.

“Those bastards can keep wishing to even get a glimpse of your panties, yet I get to abuse this lewd body of yours everyday whenever i want.” Forcing you to deep throat him with both his hands on top of your head while he plays another around.

“Grin and bare it baby, stick that fucking tongue out!” He smacks your face quickly then went back to playing. Thrusting up a little bit.

He knows that you loved being face fucked because of the mess you was making on your bedroom floor, eyes rolled to the back of your head just nothing but tears and saliva dripping down your face. Mascara was smeared you was a pretty raccoon in his eyes but seeing your lipstick smudged on your face and cock gave him the greatest joy.

“Aww did you just cum from being choked out on my cock?” He looks down and over you to see your dripping cunt making a mess on the wood floor. He smacks your ass roughly and snatches the headset off.

“Maybe I should fuck you in that little cosplay of yours and show the world how much of a cocksleeve you truly are.” He says grabbing and tilting your head to side while your still buried on him.

You better hope he tires himself out before going through with that idea of his because it’s very tempting for him to mark his territory one way or another.

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