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Hiii! May I request a yandere+alpha Shigaraki kidnapping and impregnating his s/o? Thank you! -🍕

PART 3 BITCHES!

A/N >>>>> Part 1 and Part 2 are here <<<< As per the vote, this is fluff! or as close to fluff as i can get with a kidnapping, non/con and caged Omega, but tbh I loved how delicate he treats reader in this chapter, despite all the underlying obsession (which we all know and love) also this was reduced from over 2000+ words of rambling to something more effective so I hope you ENJOYYYY!!!!

You wanted to be docile, submit fully and give everything to your alpha, you body was his to abuse, use as he wished. Shigaraki admired how compliant you were, your mind crumbling under every order he gave, eager to please and desperate for his praise, tingles throughout your body whenever he blessed you with his tender kisses and sickly sweet charm, laced thick with malicious desire to rip you apart and build you into the perfect little omega.

Shigaraki had been with you every day since he stole you away from the world, coming and going as he pleased, leaving bite marks and purple bruises up your thighs to remind you exactly who you belonged too. Frequently leaving you gifts and hoping to make your cage feel more like home, you’d been imprisoned for a small while, but as your first week spent in your new home was also spent nesting you didn’t process the entire gravity of your new reality.

You were still reeling back the remaining drops of energy, the last days of your heat sapping them from you.

The world around you seemed quiet, tranquil - mind waking suddenly and slowly, the comfort of the duvet refusing to let your escape it’s safety; it smelt of home, a mix of earthy fresh summer and a deep pungent musk – one that held a weighted nuance and promised to give you the world so long as you stayed within its suffocating grasp.

And you felt yourself not wanting to leave it’s hold over you.

heavy footprints creeping closer. Peeking your head through a tiny gap in the duvet to see him, smirking down at your vulnerable form, in his hands lay a large wooden tray adorned with pastries and fruits and a large jug of apple juice which he laid upon the brand new table top besides him.

“And how is my little Omega today?” his gruff voice cooed, laced thick is vicious intent, sending shivers down your spine, still unable to fight off your instincts, thighs tingling at the sound of his degrading tone.

Despite how sickly sweet he had been, you always figured he was waiting for an excuse to assert more control over you, allow his grip to grow tighter on you and watch you run back to his safe embrace when life became too sour for you.

Fuck did he love being the only person to take care of you, cradle your innocent body between his destructive hands, inches away from crumbling to dust - the thought of destroying such beauty played on his mind - but knowing you trusted him made him not want to all the more.

Eager to whisper how he could corrupt something so perfect and cage it away all for himself – he treated you as though you were but a fragile doll, fascinated by how you slept so peacefully, smiled so softly despite how vicious he could be. A wicked smirk often danced on his lips, avowing to himself that you were his possession now, proud to have claimed you before you were ‘saved’ by some preach happy hero.

Your lips curled sweetly, large diluted eyes admiring how someone who could be so cruel, treated you with tender care, promising you the world.

Stretching your limbs wide as your rose from the comforts of the nest, large yawns escaping your throat as you shook the groggy fuzz from your mind and body, making your way over to the table as you dressed yourself with one of his large hoodies.

You sat at the table, hands placed delicately on your knees and tucked inside the baggy sleeves.

Mouth-watering at the sight of the food before you, awaiting patiently for Shigaraki to allow you to begin eating – knowing full well what happened if you didn’t.

He smirked and cocked his head as he watched you lick you lips at the buffet before you; soaking in your compliance despite your clear desperation.

“Such a good girl”

Heat pooled in your core

His calloused hand patted your head affectionately, and a small part of you welled with pride.

You knew what he wanted.

“Can I eat please” Timid voice sending shivers up his spine. It didn’t feel like your voice, as though someone else had possessed you, yet there was a relief that flowed through you every time you gave up a tiny slither of responsibility to your new Alpha.

Shigaraki’s smirk warped into a malicious grin, as the twisted thrill hit him, having no clue he would enjoy having so much power over an Omega – deciding then and there to milk your submissive state for all it was worth, before your heat ended and he’d have to resort to more…restrictive measures.

“Please?” he growled darkly, sending your anxiety on edge.

Shigaraki tenderly tilted your chin between his calloused fingers, smiling artfully into your innocent eyes; amused at how only he could make them fill with corrupt greed.

“Can I eat please… Sir” gulping down the last words like a dry pill, your stomach knotting at the intoxicating shame.

He loved watching you stutter and stammer your way into pleasing him, so eager to be praised for obeying, unable to fight those fatal instincts to submit.

“as you asked so nicely” he cooed maliciously as your face flushed pink.

Shigaraki beckoned to the table, watching proudly as your eyes lit up with glee.

You were only two mouthfuls through the hot buttery croissant when your stomach began to flip on itself, overwhelmed with a sudden onslaught of nausea, you ran to bathroom much to your captor’s surprise.

He examined the pastry you had slung onto the table top, before striding towards the bathroom door to be greeted by his Omega face first in the toilet pan.

Shigaraki crouched down, arms slung over his knees, careful not to grip you as to not startle or harm his scared Omega.

Moments passed before his concerned voice broke the silence

“How are you?” That commanding tone still lurking behind his attempts at comfort.

“I feel rough, what was in that food” you laughed at how much of a fool you’d made of yourself, but he simply stared through your attempts at lightening the situation, clearly worried about your condition

As you watched his once twisted features soften, you saw the care and affection that lay beneath his wicked grin.

You wanted nothing more than to trace the outlines of his scars with your fingertips, delicately drag your hands through his unkempt hair and plant kisses along his rough skin.

“I’ll be fine, I just need some water”

He swiftly rose to his feet, pondering what would possibly make you throw up out of the blue first thing in the morning.

You didn’t want to scare him, not knowing if he might suddenly lash out, despite that fact he had never laid a violent finger on you out of anger.

Shigaraki’s heavy footsteps drew closer, floorboards creaking under his weighted strides. when he returned with an ice-cold glass, there was a familiar smirk dancing on his lips. He knew something, and it made your stomach churn again.

He carefully handed you the condensation covered glass, it dripped onto your skin leaving Goosebumps in its wake as you sipped, refusing to look away from the intimidating and cunning Alpha that loomed over you.

“You’ve been such a good little Omega, _____. ” he purred glossing his thumb across your pink cheek as his voice grew eerily soft.

“Let me take good care of you today, would you like that?”

Your face lit up at the gesture, he marvelled at how docile you were just for him,magnified towards his affections no matter what alarm bells rang in your mind.

You nodded gleefully, rising slowly to your feet a calmness washed over as he guided you towards the plush cushions of the couch, his musk swarming your mind.

He’d laid the remote control next to a pile of books and the cushions laid covered in blankets. A hot water bottle rested within its welcoming embrace and a bowl of ice cream awaited you, with its pink spoon laying close to…oh no.

“I figured my Omega deserved the best on such a rough morning” his hand pinching your hip, grip growing tighter as he watched you face sink at the final item on the coffee table.

Your chest sinking and rising in the same breath, the half of your mind that submissively obeyed filled with utter and over flowing bliss at your Alpha taking very good care of you, instincts slapping you in the face as the swirl of bitter sweet happiness met with your sobering mind; you were not tired and hazy because you were in heat anymore, no… you were carrying his pups now.

It was not your heat making you submissive, that was all you.

Shigaraki’s hold over you grew tighter, placing your still obedient body onto the couch and handing you the bowl of ice cream, your mind drew a blank, mouth wide open in shock as your innocent eyes stared solemnly at the unopened pregnancy test that burned into your retina’s.

“We don’t have to test now… do we” stammering and choking on the lump in your throat as you silently begged to not have your harrowing dreams confirmed.

Shigaraki chuckled almost sweetly at your question, running his bony fingers through your soft locks and finally planting an affectionate kiss on your forehead

“Of course not, little one”

He latched tighter to your scalp, perceptive enough to know that he didn’t need further confirmation you were carrying his pups. Making you look him in his possessive, adoring eyes.

Shigaraki knew that he had you forever now.

Inhaling your already changing scent as he cooed, making your core tingle with anticipation, thighs rubs together subconsciously at the sudden need for more friction.

“I’ll take good care of you”

The nightmare finally settling in as he lent closer, locking his rough lips onto yours, stealing your conscious mind with his possessive tongue, breaking your will as he always did. Pulling away just long enough to see you eyes vacant and subservient.

“After all, if you’re not pregnant now-“

Clasping four fingers to your delicate throat.  

“-I’m sure we can change that”

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a cold brew

A handsome stranger picks up the journal you forget at a café. His only intention is to return it to you, but he finds himself seeking out your company more and more as your lives intertwine.

Pairing: Pro Hero!Todoroki Shouto x University Student!Reader Genre: Fluff Words: 4107 Warning(s): None AO3 Link

A/N: This is my first finished BNHA fic! I love Shouto so dearly, he is such a pure bean, and I just indulged myself with this all day instead of doing work for my meeting. I hope you enjoyed!

            The first time you run into him is a coincidence.

            You’re in your third year of university. With that comes late nights studying at the library, and a lot of caffeine pumping through your veins most hours of the day. It’s late, and you really don’t expect anyone to come into the café ten minutes before closing for a cup of coffee.

            Heterochromatic eyes lock with yours, and you can’t help but smile at the handsome man that holds open the door for you as you’re leaving. You thank him as you pass, only stopping once you’re a few steps past the store to stare back at him for a moment. You’ve definitely seen that face before, with the distinctive half-white half-red hair, but you can’t quite place it.

            “Oh well,” you murmur to yourself, heading back to your apartment.

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1, 10, 12 from your prompt list with bakugo x reader? maybe the reader went on a date and it ended horribly, like the person was a creep or hurt her or something and she called bakugo and he was being an asshole as per usual?? it can be platonic! thanks, sorry to bother you

You didn’t bother me at all!!!!! Thank you for requesting and being pacient! Isaw your other note about just doing two, but I went ahead and did the three :) hope that was ok! Hope you like it! I loved how well these went together!

Bakugou x pro!fem!reader

Bad date

“Can you please come and get me?”

“Forget it, your a fucking asshole”

“Can we just go home?”

Warnings: cursing, vary little suggestive themes

Word count: 2674

Bakugou walked up the steps to your apartment, the familiar, yet annoying, giddiness beginning to set in his stomach. Once he saw your door, he mindlessly began to brush off any possible dirt off his t-shirt and sweats, running a hand through his hair to make it more fluffy, then stopped. Why the hell did he always do that when he was about to see you? He shook his head, cursing the rising heat that was soon to set on his cheeks. Damn it, why’d you always have to make him feel such weird shit?

He took out his keys, flipping through the multiple ones until he found yours. He opened the door, knocking on it before completely walking in “it’s Bakugou” he shouted, making you aware of his presence. He stepped in, shutting it behind him and looked around, the place, clean as usual, but the sink loaded with dirty dishes.

“Tch,” he walked over to the pile, rolling up his sleeves and began to work.

You heard the noise from the kitchen, getting up from your vanity and curiously peeking your head out of your room “eek!” You blushed perfidiously, running back in your room and putting on your robe. You finally walked out, sneaking up behind him and tapping his shoulder as your passed by and grabbed a drink from the fridge “I didn’t know you were stopping by”

He stiffened a little at your touch “I shouted when I walked in” he turned around, looking at your back side as you rummaged through the fridge, his eyes trailed down to your legs, the robe your wore ending just a few inches below your thighs “ahem” he cleared his throat, suddenly feeling his chest tighten a bit.

You turned around, meeting his eyes “thank for doing the dishes, but I was going to do them when I got back” you quirked an eyebrow, taking a sip of your drink.

“Fuck you, I wanna do em. And I thought you weren’t patrolling today?”

“O-oh” you scratched the back of your neck “I’m not, I’m going...on a date”

He stilled, his heart clenching and frowned “why?”

“Am I not allowed to date?”

His frown deepened

“I’m kidding, it’s just with someone my mom suggested, one of her friends sons. Said something about needing to get out more” you rolled your eyes at the last sentence

He followed you back to your room, sitting on the edge of your bed as you went to your bathroom and got changed “I thought you hated dates...and people” he committed, something that you both disliked.

You chuckled “yeah, I’m not a fan of dates, nor am I a fan of people I don’t know-“ you opened the door “think this is ok?” You motioned to your dress, small blush tinting you’re features.

He thanked for the dim lighting in the room, feeling his heart leap, his face became a blushing mess. Shit. You looked pretty-scratch that, you looked fucking stunning. “I-y-yeah” he looked away, pouting “looks fine”

He wouldn’t mind if you dressed like that for him...he could get used to seeing you in dresses.

“That’s good” you sighed, reaching for your shoes “pffft why are you pouting” you snickered

His pout grew, quickly becoming angry at the thought of some low life seeing you look like this. He only wished you would be going on the date with him and not some extra. Hell, he could have sworn you at least you returned his feelings a little, guess fucking not if you were going out with someone else.

You made your way toward the blond, beginning to play with his hair “aww don’t be sad, I’ll be back soon and we can rent a mo-“ he slapped your hand away, getting up and leaving you in the room. You quirked an eyebrow, he never let you stop once you played with his hair. You followed him out your room, watching him slip back on his own shoes “katsuki? Where you going?”

“Home” he opened the door, only for you too grab the end of his shirt, he turned around “what”

“Are you mad at me?”

He bit his lip, he didn’t want to be mad at you, he wasn’t. He was mad that you were letting some douche bag be more important than him “no” he shut the door, leaving you in the door way, utterly confused.

—

You waited in the front of your building, Kei’s car driving up. He got out of the car, coming over to you with a big smile on his face. You admit that he was hansom, he towered over you and he was built. He greeted you, opening the door and helping you in. You couldn’t lie that it warmed your heart.

Once in the car, you attempted to make conversation, trying to lighten the mood, except he only nodded, smiling along. You eventually became quiet, deciding maybe he didn’t want to talk. You leaned back, closing your eyes and enjoying the ride until you made it to the theater.

Maybe katsuki would want to watch a movie at your house after, then you could actually relax in comfy clothes and spend some time with him. Your cheeks heated up at the thought, you smiled. You were pulled out of your thoughts when you felt a hand graze your thigh, the feeling making you tense and blush more. You slowly looked back at kei, who had his eyes on the road but his free hand was dangerously close to your legs.

“Oops! Sorry I didn’t mean to-“

“It’s fine!” You squeaked, grabbing the ends of your dress and pulling it down as far as it would go.

He glanced over to you, you could feel his eyes on you, not daring to look back “I like that dress on you” he stated, smirk playing on his lips “looks nice”

You gulped, it was a complement, but it just felt weird. You mumbled a thank you, the rest of the drive was quiet, except for his hand occasionally getting closer to you and his eyes going lower with each glance.

You visibly sank lower into your seat when the two of you pulled up to the theater. He again opened the door for you and offered his hand, you hesitantly took it, letting him help you out of the car before he closed it, removing his hand from yours and moving it to the small of your back. You stepped away a little, trying to give yourself some space, but each time you did, he just asked why you were being so shy, that he wouldn’t bite, all the while giving you that annoying ass smirk.

You were shaking, cold but mostly nervous, a bit scared too. You were a rising hero, you shouldn’t be frightened of this guy, yes he was taller and much larger than you, but you were stronger, heck, you could beat Bakugou in a fight. So why did kei intimidate you so much? You swallowed thickly as you sat down, the male sitting right next to you, hand again finding it’s was to the hem of your dress. You stilled, closing your eyes while the movie played, each minute his hand being higher and higher than before. You felt tears prick at the corners of your eyes, he was making you fell so weak, so vulnerable, your bottom lip began to quiver a little. Pathetic, you thought, just tell him to stop, but no words came out. You froze, his other arm slinging around your shoulder as he leaned down to whisper in your ear, hand sliding to your chest and the other further up your thigh.

“Having fun?” He asked. You could hear him smirking.

His hand hiked all the way up your dress now, other grouping at your breast. You felt the tears fall to your cheeks, you bit the inside of your lip, grabbing the hand on your thigh and pulled it off you “N-no!” You shouted, you didn’t care about the others looking or scolding your for interrupting. You wanted out of there. You wanted away from him.

You ran to the bathroom, unable to stop the tears that threatened to fall with each second, your chest ached and you trembled. You wanted out. You wanted away from him and this stupid building. You looked in your purse, rummaging around to look for your wallet. Nothing. You weren’t exactly close to your house, you didn’t have any money to take the train and your card was in your wallet. You sucked in a breath, composing your self and took out your phone.

—

Bakugou huffed, taking the weight and lifting it back above his head while kirishima spotted him from behind. Bakugou lifted it again, letting it back down with a growl and set it back on the stand. Kirishima took the opportunity to place his hands on his friends shoulders playfully “you seem tense” he teased. The ash-blond jerked away, standing up and stomping over to his locker, the red just behind him.

“Wanna talk about it?”

“Fuck off” he seethed, walking over to the punching bag, Kiri still behind him.

“Where’s (y/n)? Normally you work out together.”

Bakugou punched the bag harder, the stand falling over with a loud thud, making the red jump.

“On a fucking date” he snarled

Kirishima’s slightly scared expression quickly turned into a smirk “oooohhhhh, that’s why your on edge, your little crush is going out with someone else~”

Bakugou whipped around “yeah! She fucking is! And it’s really fucking annoying!” He shouted, causing a few heads to turn “she seemed so casual about it too- like it didn’t matter-“

-Ring-

His ears perked, taking out his phone from his pocket, seeing your name flash across the screen. He glared at the devise, pressing decline. It only rang again, your name back on the screen seconds later, again ignoring the call.

“Dude, your not going to answer it?” Kirishima asked, his own phone suddenly ringing. He picked it up “hey (y/n)!” He smiled, dodging bakugou from taking the phone “yeah he’s right here-“ he handed it to Katsuki, the blond growling and snatching the phone away from him, holding it to his ear.

“What” he hissed

“Katsuki?”

His glare faltered, you voice sounded...upset?...no, why the hell would you be upset if you were on a great date with a great fucking extra, he clenched his fist “what the hell do you want?”

you were taken back by his tone, it was full on venom “u-um-“

“Spit it out already, I don’t have all fucking day-“

“Can you come and get me? Please?” you quickly mumbled

“Huh?” He couldn’t hear you, you repeated it a bit more loudly “what? Fuck no”

Your brows knitted together in frustration “just- please?”

“Why the hell ask me? Why not your new boyfriend?” He hissed again

Your mouth hung open at the response, choosing to keep your composer, but it wouldn’t last long with how he was talking to you “I’m just asking if you can drive a little to come get me, I’ll return the favor-“

“Oh fuck you- just take the train or some shit-“

“I don’t have my wallet!” You shouted back, tears springing at your eyes

“Well maybe you shouldn’t have fucking left it at your house like an idiot!”

You couldn’t believe him right now, your face becoming hot and seethed back while you almost sobbed “never mind” you nearly whispered, voice low and defeated “forget it, your a fucking asshole”

“w-wait- (y/-“ but you’d already hung up. He cursed himself, looking back at his phone to call you back, but saw a voice mail you left him from the first call, he pressed it.

“K-katsuki?” You croaked, voice weak and broken. Had you been crying? “I-um could you maybe pick me up, I-I forgot my wallet and can’t get home unless I walk and-well it’s kinda far...um...kei-the guy who took me was” you shuddered “he was- touching me...I just-...n-never mind, call me back when you can-“

It ended. His heart sank. Fuck, he messed up. He gathered his things, grabbing his duffel bag and headed out the door, ignoring his friends questions.

—

He showed up at the theater, stepping inside when he saw a man furiously walking down the hall, shouting your name. This must have been the shitty extra. His anger skyrocketed, his face absolutely red in rage. This man had hurt you. Well now katsuki was about to return the favor.

He walked toward him, Kei stopping and starting back at Bakugou.

“Hey man,” kei began as if they were friends “have you seen a woman, about this tall, (h/c) hair,” he brought his hand to his mouth, as if he was telling a secret “sexy as fuck, like seriously, I swear I was about to get a good night but then she ran off-“

Yeah no. Bakugou punched him square in the jaw, the other male doubling over and holding his face. Katsuki didn’t give him time to breath, taking the collar of his jacket and pushing him against the wall “listen here you little shit, your going to tell me where she went and then stay far, far away from her. Got it? Cause if I see your shitty ass face again Or anywhere near her, I will blow your ass into next week” he snarled

The man visibly began to shake, shaking his head frantically “i-I don’t know man! She just stormed out!”

The blond dropped him, letting kei fall to the ground and scramble away. He looked everywhere, walking back into the theater you were in and never down every hall, until he head sniffles from the woman’s bathrooms, it was your voice. He opened the door, not giving two shits it was the woman’s bathroom. He still didn’t see you, instead seeing a similar set of shoes under a stall door. He stood by it.

“(Y/n)?” he said softly, the sound even surprising himself “hey, come out”

He watched the door slowly open, revealing your head facing down, looking toward the ground, avoiding his gaze. He frowned.

“Hey” he said again, voice still low

You looked up, your red blood shot eyes meeting his. His jaw clenched, chest dropping at the sight of your previously tear stained face. He didn’t say anything, instead bringing you into a hug and rested his head on top of yours, rubbing your back.

“M’ sorry” he mumbled

You slowly felt the lump come back up your throat, breath hitching and quietly cried, tightening your hand into fist and balling up his jacket.

“I-I’m sorry” you laughed a little “this is pretty pathetic as a pro hero-“

“No it’s not” he mumbled “fuck that guy- he shouldn’t have made you feel this way...”

“Can we just go home?” You asked

He pulled away, taking off his coat and wrapping it around you before smirking and picking you up as if you were a feather, you squeaked, instinctively wrapping your legs around his torso as he walked out the bathroom and the theater. Once you reached his car, he leaned you against it.

“You ok?” He asked. You nodded, letting you down and helped you in the car.

“I’m glad that’s over” you breathed, leaning back against the seat and wrapped his jacket closer around you and snuggling into it, eyes fluttering shut. He leaned over, pushing your head playfully

“fuck that,”

You re-opened your eyes, looking at him questionably.

He couldn’t help the blush that painted his cheeks and ears with his next words “dates not over cause I’m finishing it.” He kept his eyes on the road, refusing to meet your own “can’t just let you go back home when you dressed so beautiful for a night out” me mumbled, hesitantly looking back at you.

You smiled, making his heart race “sounds good” you said simply.

Bonus:

You reached over, taking your fork and stealing a piece of katsuki cake, plopping it in tour mouth

“Damn it woman! You have your own!”

“I know, but I like how your taste”you said in between chews

“Maybe you should have gotten the chocolate one then!”

—

You reached over again when you thought he wasn’t looking, eyes focused on the delicious cake and not on the blond grabbing your arm and planting a kiss on your lips.

You looked back at him, blushing. He licked his lips, smirking at you “you taste better”

Masterlist

Iida: My policy is, “If you see something, say something.”

Izuku: *Raising hand* I saw a frog on the sidewalk today.

Iida: Outstanding. This is what I’m talking about, people.

So like

I dont know if you finished kinktober

But there are like no links on the masterlist of it

woah idk if this was late because my inbox is kinda broken but no I did not finish it’s right here and its only days 1-9 and theres no 7 so those should be the only links there

DUDE ISTG THERE IS NOT ENOUGH KNUCKLEDUSTER X READER vigilante characters are so underrated smh

Monster prompt 8 and 7 with oguro aka knuckleduster from mha vigilantes x catgirl queen reader? Where the vigilantes gang doesn't believe in reader being a monster and thought it was just her quirk but oguro gets evidence of her being a monster and accepts it unexpectedly while being the old geezer he is ?

****prompts for Monster Month are closed!!!filling out what i got in the beginning of the week!!!****

Monster Prompts #7 nsfw “curiosity killed the cat ya know” & #8” but im royalty!!” With Knucklebuster!

Warnings. DubC

The group of vigilanties had come into your kingdom with suspicions , someone was stealing shiny gold and necklaces from the town and the maids. You seemed perfectly normal, as normal as a queen could be. You had a cat quirk too, light gold fur on your arms and legs and along your face with matching ears and tail. You tucked your shirt up and Knucklebuster noticed but no one else seemed too.

The meeting with the vigilanties was short and sweet, be on the look out and all that stuff. Knucklebuster tried to tell his team that you were suspicious but they were hearing none of it. So he decided to volunteer to watch the castle for the night.

He stayed up all night , checking rooms and saying goodnight to everyone. When he checked the throne room he saw you lounging on the throne with a shiny necklace in your hand. He watched with a smug look on his face feeling accomplished.

You jumped off the throne and made your way to one of the maids rooms , knucklebuster following close behind. He watched you open the door and he grabbed you falling back into a cleaning closet, he kicked the door shut chuckling.

“Curiosity killed the cat ya know...” he teased covering your mouth.

“I knew a sneaky cat was behind this. And im so happy i was right.” His free hand moved down ripping your pants off .

You struggled biting his fingers till he let go . You spun around growling at him. “But im royalty! I do what i want! How dare you-“

He picked you up setting you on the desk and fussing with his pants. “Its wrong to steal kitty cat. I need to teach you manners” he put his weight on you , his cock teasing your lips.

You whimpered feeling the head slide in already stretching you to what your use too. Knucklebuster licked your neck and nipped it lightly. “Ready kitty?”

Your ears wiggled and you looked at him then down at his cock. “Surely you jest!!!!”

He laughed kissing you. “No kitty, you broke the law.” He shoved himself inside you and covered your mouth as soon as youn sreamed.

He was way to big. He stretched your delecate walls to their limit taking up every inch inside you . Your head felk back and Knucklebuster ripped your shirt to suck on your left nipple and pinch the other. You whimpered feeling your climax growing alot faster than you were use too .

“Kitty close? I just started. Not yet okay?”

“Not YET?” You looked at him , face red .

“Yep. Not yet.” He put his weight on you laying you down fucking harder.

Knucklebusters balls slapped into you with each thrust sending rattles all over your body, your tail wrapped around his arm squeezing it . “I cant!!! Pl..”

“Pleaseeeee????”

“Yes..”

“ say it kitty.” Harder.

“Please let me cum!!!”

Knucklebuster smirked and pet your head. “Okay kitty.” He finally let his load out.

“No not inside!!” It was too late. Knucklebuster was all the way inside you, his ropes of cum filling you up much more than you can handle.

Your orgasm made your body fall limp and twitch. Knucklebuster peppered your body with kisses with a big smile on his face. “Hopfully you learned your lesson, kitty.”

Denki Kaminari x Reader

Summary: Each course has a dance to get to know they upper and underclassmen and Kaminari can’t seem to get a dance with anyone

A/N: I know it’s not time for any school dances but I just had this idea and wanted to do it

Quirk: Not specified

Genre/Warnings: fluff, sad Denki, cursing, (art not mine)

WC: 1,490

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The dance was tonight and Kaminari was running out of time to find a date. Well, technically he couldn’t bring anyone from out of school (not that he knows anyone who would be willing to go with him) and he already asked all his girls classmates and all the girls in Class 1B and got rejected by all of them. 

“But asking again sound promising, doesn’t it?” he tried

Sero shook his head at his friend’s lack of charm, “Nah dude, just don’t, it’ll be even more pathetic”

“Okay, ouch” 

“It’s true though, who would wanna go out with you?” Kirishima then realized how rude he was when Bakugou snorted, “Oh I’m sorry I didn’t mean it like that”

“That’s fucking hilarious, he’s right though, no one likes you” Bakugou said harshly

Kaminari slumped his back and pouted, taking in the weight of his friend’s words. He should just give up, no one has yet to fall for him and judging how even his new classmates acted, no one will. He figured he should just wait for the dance and try to get one if he’s lucky. 

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The dance has been terrible so far. He hasn’t acquired a single dance while his friends either had a date or was asked to dance, one of them (Bakugou, obviously), refusing each girl who asked. Kaminari thought they were so lucky as he was rejected by yet another girl. 

He trudged back to his snickering friends, feeling defeated, “So no one said yes, huh?” Bakugou mocked, taking a bite of another slice of pizza.

“Nope” he sighed

“Maybe you could ask someone to introduce you to someone. I was talking to Amajiki-senpai and Nejire-senpai came and asked me to dance” Kirishima suggested

‘He didn’t even introduce you, she’s the one who asked’ Kaminari thought, “No thanks” he said, a sad tone to his voice. His friends didn’t notice at all though as their attention was turned to Bakugou, who was saying no to another girl who asked. Sero had also left, going with Mina who wanted to make some guy jealous.

He huffed, grabbing a cupcake and walking away, planning to eat his disappointment. Just as he was about to take a bite, he felt a tap on his shoulder. He pulled the cupcake away from his lips and turned around to meet the pretty E/C eyes. He froze up at the presence of a girl he’d never seen before.

You tilted your head the the side, curled/straightened hair falling to the side the slightest bit, “Hey there, sorry to bother you but you got the last of the (favorite flavor) cupcakes and I wanted to see if I could finesse it out of your strong hands” you said, with a flirty tone to hopefully get the cupcake.

“No, no, have it” he said dejectedly, not even trying to ask for a dance at this point as to not get embarrassed by the most beautiful girl he’s seen.

You pouted and took the cupcake, “What’s wrong? Lemme guess, you’re the guy those three guys have been laughing at” you chuckled, not expecting his answer

He looked at the direction your thumb was pointing, Bakugou, Kirishima, and Sero, who was back from dancing with someone, “Yeah, that’s me”

Your eyes went wide, “Oh really? I’m sorry I didn’t think it was actually you” your lips tightened to a line, “Wanna talk about it?” 

His eyes snapped up to look at you, were you serious? “Oh, are you sure?”

“Yeah, totally. Let’s go split this cupcake then dance” you offered

“Yes! Yeah, yeah, okay” he beamed at the fact that this girl asked him to dance. You lead him to the other side of the dance floor, near a wall that had almost no people near. You unwrapped part of the cupcake, putting it to him, “Here, have the first bite. I can’t actually half this so let’s share it this way”

He went red at sharing a pastry with a girl. It was technically indirect kissing. He shook his head, “You have the first bite” he insisted. It was your favorite flavor, so you shrugged and took the first bite. 

“So, why are they laughing at you?” you asked experimentally, testing the waters in case they were bullies or something. 

“They’re my friends, they’re just teasing me ‘cuz I’m too flirty to get a date or a dance with anyone” he said, shoulders slumped

“You seem like a nice guy to me” You commented as he used his thumb to wipe some frosting off the corner of your mouth, you blushing a little as you thanked him.

“Just ‘cuz I gave up trying to ask girls out” 

“Well, here, let’s prove ‘em wrong” you said

“Huh?”

“Let’s go over there, in front of them, let me feed you this cupcake while we sway to the slow song” 

He finally let out a smile, he was actually very cute when he doesn’t look as bummed out, you noticed. “That’s great!”

You smiled back and nodded, the both of you agreeing to enact the plan once a slow song starts “I’m Y/N L/N by the way”

“Denki Kaminari.” As if right on cue, one finally started, couples on the dance floor switching to swaying and his friend sitting it out. You looked to him and held your hand out, “May I have this dance?” you said with an accent. He laughed, damn his laugh was cute, and took your hand, leading you to the dance floor right in front of his friends.

You wrapped an arm around him, the other holding the cupcake, and he wrapped his arms around your wast, admiring the soft fabric of your dress. You saw him smirk at his friends’, you assumed, surprised faces. 

You pushed it even further and held the cupcake to his mouth as he took a bite, you purposefully smearing it on the corner of his lip. He went to lick it when you whispered, “No, don’t. I wanna kiss it off” you said “If that’s all right” you added

He nodded and you leaned in, taking the rogue frosting in your lips and slightly poking your tongue out to lick it clean. You failed to notice his red cheeks through the colored lighting. You took a bite yourself, actually wanting to enjoy it. 

After you both took alternate bites and finished the pastry, you went to throw it away. Bringing Kaminari with you, you giggled with him when he described his friends’ faces. “Okay, so now you’re gonna ask me out on a date and ask for my number when I walk you back so they can hear you... and maybe we can actually go out” you suggested, unsure

He froze up and turned red “Uhh sure! Let’s go?” he finally replied, stuttering, after the initial shock went away that a girl asked him out. You put your hand around his elbow and walked him back to the table with his friends there, gaping at you, who was still with him. He turned to you before you could reach them though and asked loud enough, “Oh yeah can I have your number? We could go out to lunch if you want”

You smiled at him and took his phone, entering your number, “Sure, lunch sounds great! You can text me the details and I’ll meet you tomorrow” you said, since it was a Saturday the next day. He smiled as you said your goodbyes, winking at him on your way back to the group of friend you came with.

He sat down next to his friends near the snack table who looked at him funny. Then the questions came rolling in, “How did you score a girl like that?”

“She’s that cute second-year who’s top of her class!”

“Damn, I didn’t think you would even get a chance with anyone”

“I saw her a while ago, she kept saying no to anyone who would dance with her!”

He quieted them down when he leaned in tho tell them something, “She’s the one who asked me” he said as a matter of fact-ly

They were shell-shocked, none of them thought he was charming enough or looked good enough for someone to have interest in him. They finally gave him a sarcastic apology when he jokingly asked for it, saying that they were wrong that he couldn’t get a girl and boasting about how they were all probably jealous that is was a popular second-year even. 

Even if it was all planned out, he couldn’t deny his real attraction to you, it was different than what he feels for other pretty girls, you were genuinely beautiful, inside and out. You, on the other hand, felt the same, even if you just helped him one up his friends you had to admit you enjoyed his company, and even missed it when you left, but excited you would see him the next day on an actual, official, date.