They Make Me Feel So Single.

tiktok reader and bakugo move on together. they buy an apartment, they do laundry. she relaxes into being alive, her eyes soften over the years.

but sometimes, she catches a hint of red out of the corner of her eye and she's suddenly back in that fucking hotel room.

happy 1000!! for the event, could I request an Izuku smau with him accidentally confessing 🙏

nervous encounters

i.midoriya

-in which he accidentally confesses after a series of nervous hang outs.

part of my 1k event! submit your asks!

✦ ；SICK MISUNDERSTANDING

todoroki x reader, bakugo x reader, fluff Summary: you started feeling sick and you accidentally ignored him, making him think that you're mad. pt.1, pt.2

💙﹕ TODOROKI SHOTO ୨୧

💣﹕ BAKUGO KATSUKI ୨୧

˗ˏˋ A/N: I said this would be out soon but ended up posting it the next year😓

Slapping kink go brrrr

MINTYYY WHAT HAPPENED NEXT YOU NEED TO PUT YOUR WHOLEE PUSSY INTO ITTTT THAT WAS SO HOT 🗣️🗣️

cont. of sex pollen/fuck or die. noncon.

The fever pitch keeps rising.

Sweat keeps your bodies slick, sliding across each other as Iida trusts into you, again and again. There's no purchase for your fingers to find, no grip for you to fight with.

No, that you want to fight it. Not anymore.

"Mm. Mm. Mm." The sound escapes you every time his hips slap against yours. He doesn't fuck you like your boyfriend does, soft and loving and caring. No, it's rough and staccatoed, forceful in the way that takes your breath away. You run your fingers through the crop of his hair, short hairs rough against your palm.

"Needed this," Iida pants. "Needed you."

Your body quivers with it, tense and tight with want. The thickness of his cock hurts, but your pussy keeps dripping, keeps pulsing-

"I think about you when I'm alone," Hr speaks into your mouth. "Every time I cum, it's for you. I can't help it, I can't help it-"

Your teeth catch his lip and close-- hard. He whines at the contact, but doesn't pull away. Blood blossoms on your tongue and the taste rings through your, hazing your thoughts even more.

You should yell or scream or remind him that you have a boyfriend.

Instead, you wrap your arms around him and dig your nails in, pulling his body right into yours.

"Cum for me," you beg. "Fuck, cum for me."

And he does. It's brutally hot, seated so deep inside you that you can feel it burn behind your belly button. Each pulse feels like too much, too much, too much, dripping and sliding and roasting--

The string inside you breaks and you cum, so hard that it rips the air from your lungs.

"Oh, god, oh, shit, oh-" You're so dizzy you can barely hear him, so high that you can't understand-- "You cum so pretty, cum so good. "

His hand fumble at your shoulders, trying to prop himself for leverage-

"Do it again," Iida begs. "Do it again-"

And you do.

Again.

And again.

And again.

thinking about hiromi dating again after you’ve passed away …… it’s been years and he’s more than a little awkward. they end up going to her apartment and when his nose is buried in her neck as he’s deep inside her, he groans your name and cums

voice kink - ft. hitoshi shinsou

it follows him around still, the stigma of his quirk. it normally doesn’t bother him, but when shinsou is in bed with someone, he’s careful with what he says, preferring to keep his mouth shut and announce his pleasure through grunts and sighs

that changes with you. you love his voice and its ability to command you, a level of trust he’s never had with anyone. he can voice every filthy thing he wants to do to you without reserve, without fear of judgment

the first time you tell him to use his quirk on you, he’s manhandling you onto the counter, one hand around your throat, "open wide, pretty" before he stuffs two fingers in your mouth

he wishes the fucked-out, glazed-over expression on your face didn’t make him as hard as it does, but fuck, the way your tongue laves over his fingers and sucks, the way you say "more, ‘toshi" can you blame him for tightening his grip?

laying you out on his bed, he’s whispering a litany of praise and degradation that makes you squirm, "go on, spread your legs for me, sweet thing, let me see how messy I already got this slutty pussy," has the nastiest little smirk when you whine and grab at his hands

"what’s the matter, pretty girl? needy for me, huh?" coats his fingers with your slick, relishing in every noise that falls from your mouth. "all this just from my voice?"

literally won’t put his cock in you until you’re trembling, big hands holding your hips down as he teases his length between your slippery folds—"beg for it"

YOUNG AND TURNT (NOT REALLY) — mha smau

contains: izuku, katsuki, shoto, eijiro, touya, tomura

warnings: fluff, crack, suggestive, a little angsty, timeskip-ish

sex pollen troubles - ft. k. bakugou

summary: prohero!Bakugou gets hit with a sex quirk. too bad his roommate hates him—right?

wc: 1.8k

pairing: prohero!Katstuki Bakugou x roommate!reader

content warnings: MDNI, Bakogou has a roommate because his therapist tells him to, fem!reader is an investigative journalist, gratuitous use of Ace (hello gilmore girls fans) idiot Katsuki, pining Katsuki, fingerless gloves make an appearance sorry not sorry, making out, fingering, unprotected sex, dirty talk, pet names like baby, pretty girl, princess, breeding but only if you squint

a/n: word vomited this out in less than 24 hrs

He’s praying you don’t pick up.

“Bakugou?” You sound annoyed, a little suspicious even.

He never calls you.

“Ace.” You hate that nickname, but the thought of saying your actual name in the desperate growl that is his voice right now makes his head spin. “I need - fuck - are you home right now?”

Sex quirks are a dime a dozen these days. He’s been hit with a few before, simple one that are usually pretty easy to shake. (He still hates the premature ejaculate memory, though, coming home with his boxers stiff and an image of you spread out on his bed playing like a film in his head. He hadn't been able to look you in the eyes for weeks.)

He’s never been hit with one as strong as this. The second the mist hit his nostrils he was huffing up the scent of vanilla and citrus and strong black coffee, just the way you like it, before he realized what was happening, the villain ripping down the street in the opposite direction while arousal hit him like a truck.

Bakugou's practically doubled over talking to you now, the ache in his dick throbbing in time with his fucking heartbeat.

“Yeah, I’m home.” Even annoyed you sound like heaven. “What’s going on? You don’t sound like yourself.”

He barks out a laugh, and before he knows it, he's telling you the truth. “Got hit with a sex quirk. A big one.”

Your breath bitches slightly on the other line. He’s pretty sure his cock jumps at the sound.

“And I - " need you right fucking now - “fuck - I can’t call anyone else.”

It has to be you. He’s got women he could call, sure, anyone who might want to get into a pro hero’s pants, but it has to be you for a reason he doesn’t want to look at too closely.

You’re silent for a beat, before you say, “Send me a pin. I’ll come get you.”

He hated you at first. Always talking his ear off about every fucking thing, bringing up articles that remind you of cases you're covering—it was like living with Deku dialed up to 11.

But what he hated even worse was when you stopped talking. When you realized he wasn’t actually gonna come around and be nice to you, when you figured out, oh fuck, he’s actually just an angry prick, and left him alone.

One day he could count on constant chatter when he was back from patrol, the next, nothing at all. You even switched up your schedule so he barely saw you, a fact he didn’t tell his court-ordered therapist because he was supposed to be getting better at being around other people, not worse.

He hates remembering this now with his dick hard as steel and weeping from the tip like he’s fucking 15. The alley is secluded, thank fuck, so no one can see him shaking and groaning, forearms braced on the wall in front of him, head hanging down like a panting dog. He can barely move; every brush of his pants against his erection like a live wire to the brain.

By the time you pull up—five minutes, forty six seconds later, he counted—he’s so frayed and tense that the minute he sees your face, he shouts, “Took you fucking long enough."

Your face shutters closed the way it always does around him, and he wants to fucking die.

“Fuck, Ace, I’m sorry - it’s just, I’m fucking miserable right now - "

“Why did you call me, Katsuki?”

It’s a mistake to look you in the eye. His restraint is a razor’s edge at this point, and seeing your beautiful face is too much. You've always been pretty, but the light shining on your soft hair is convincing him he can write fucking poetry all of a sudden.

“You know why,” he grits out.

You step forward, vanilla and citrus and coffee flooding his nose.

“No, I don’t. You act like you fucking hate me half the time and ignore me the rest.” You scrape a hand across your face in frustration. “And then you call me sounding like that. Why wouldn't I be confused?"

“I want you.” It’s out of his mouth in a flash, and he knows it’s the right thing to say by the way your shoulders relax. “I’m a fucking asshole, I know it. I’m not good at feelings, baby, I'm sorry, but I want you so fucking bad it’s like I could break my teeth over it. It has to be you, Ace, fuck, I’m sorry, it can’t be anyone else - "

You shut him up your mouth, your lips locking into his as both of your noses bump against each other. He doesn’t care; he just needs you as close to him as he can get you. It’s better than anything he imagined, finally touching you, finally giving in to the attraction that’s dogged him ever since you walked into his life.

You taste like coffee and a little bit of that strawberry lip gloss he loves so much. He licks into the seam of your mouth and relishes the shiver that goes through your body.

“Like that, baby?” He breaks away, nosing at your jaw, nipping at the juncture of your throat. That makes you gasp. “You smell so fucking good here.” He jerks his hips, hisses through his teeth as his cock jumps in his pants, pulsing with need.

“Let me,” he hears you say, and you’re tugging his pants open to get your hand around him. The second your fingers wrap around him his eyes roll up in his head. He could cum just from this, he realizes.

“Of course you’d have a pretty dick,” you say with a look of annoyance, and he’s not entirely sure what to say to that besides puff up his chest. You laugh, and it’s almost fond, and goddammit he wants you more than he’s ever wanted anything else -

With a growl, he pulls your hand away and backs you up against the wall, peppering kisses down your neck. The whines he’s pulling from your mouth is making everything in his life worth it. He’d fight a thousand fucking villains if it meant this, fingering the seam of your panties under your little skirt as you cry out for more.

“Wear this for me?”

“Like fucking hell I did,” you retort.

“Sure thing, princess.” He runs the pad of two fingers over the soaking wet seam of your panties. A feral grin passes over his face as your thighs tremble and press together. “This just happened to you all on your own?”

He roughly pulls your panties to the side to gather up the slick at your entrance, pushing your hips apart and settling himself between them.

“You’ve gotta come first, pretty girl.” You like when he calls you pet names; he’s been watching the way your skin breaks down out in goosebumps each time. It’s a like a drug being this close to you, making you feel this good. “The second I’m inside ya I’m gonna blow my fucking load so be good and come for me, yeah?”

The rough material of his fingerless gloves rubs against your clit as he stuffs two fingers in your pussy. Your little hole sucks him in greedily as you whine and buck against him.

“Harder, Kats, please - you won’t fucking break me - "

He adds another finger to stretch you out, keeping his palm rocking against your pubic bone with every grind. You’re fluttering around his fingers, whimpers echoing off the walls in the alley.

“That’s it, baby, there you go. Fuck, yeah, you like me stuffing this pretty pussy full?” You dig your nails into his scalp as you hold onto him for dear life, whimpers ratcheting up to moans and cut-off screams as he starts to feel your cunt clamp down hard on him.

You moan his name against his neck as you cum. “Just needed to think about me stuffing you full?” He can’t help but smirk, which quickly turns into a hissing groan when your hand finds him again and positions him right at your core.

“I could say the same for you,” you smirk, rolling your hips and coating the head of his cock in the slick of your orgasm. He chokes on his spit, bracing one forearm on the wall behind you, his free hand stilling your hips in place.

“Lift me up,” you pout.

“Didn’t know you were bossy.”

“Didn’t think you would like it,” you shoot back, rolling down onto his cock and taking an inch of him inside you. “This position’s better, isn’t it?”

“Of course it is, you devil woman.” He can barely think. “Baby, I don’t - god fucking damn it - I don’t have any - "

“I’m on birth control and I’m clean.”

“Same. Clean, too, I mean.” He’s rambling. He never rambles. “I’ve got my check-up stats in my phone if you’d like to see them.”

You laugh, and it’s the sweetest sound he’s ever heard in his entire life.

“Can I kiss you?”

It takes him aback, but he’s been dying to know what you taste like since he met you, honestly.

“Yeah, pretty girl. You can kiss me.” He nips at your mouth and laughs at your pout when he pulls away. “Let me get all the way inside ya though first, huh?”

He feeds you his dick inch by inch, clenching his teeth at the way you squirm and plead for more. You’re slippery and warm, your cunt making obscene squelching noises with every rock of his hips.

With one final thrust, he’s seated up to the hilt, balls slapping against the meat of your thighs and ass.

“So fucking perfect,” he moans in your ear. “All for me - just for me, isn’t that right, Ace?”

Your head jerks up and down in affirmation.

“Say it, pretty girl. Say you’re fucking mine. Tell me how much you like my dick getting this pussy nice and tight. Bet I can get her to scream again, huh?”

He pinches your clit between two fingers. You jerk in his arms.

“Close, princess? Like it a little mean?”

He rocks his his up so he’s dragging the head of his cock across your g spot, over and over. Your eyes roll back in your head and your breathing gets shallower, shorter.

“Please please don’t fucking stop, ohmygodohmygod feels so fucking good, Kats- "

Your pussy clamps down on him like a vice and all rhythm flies out the window. He grabs the meat of your hips and fucks up into you roughly, shooting thick ropes of cum against your cervix.

The creamy sticky ring at the base of his cock when he pulls out is probably the hottest thing he’s ever seen in his life.

He looks up at you, sees the appreciative gleam in your eye. You're turned on by that, too.

“Can we do this again when we’re home?” he asks. “Maybe after I’ve made you dinner?”

The smile you return is like the sun. “We better.”

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no thoughts head empty only thinking of innocently offering to help him masturbate bc he wants to try penetration but gets nervous trying to put anything in there

he’s tight and too sensitive and gets too worked up to do it right. makes him soooo huffy and frustrated. you’re close to him in some way and you come over and catch him with his shorts at his ankles—shivering while he runs his fingers through his slit.

when you walk into his room he yells at you to get out but you just close the door behind you and sit on the edge of his bed. you don’t really know how else to describe the feeling, just a compulsion rlly. you end up sweet talking him into letting you see. too needy to refuse you properly. takes his shorts off all the way and spreads his legs for you.

you’re gentle when you climb ontop to finger him. he tries not to show that it feels good but it’s so easy to tell. cream colored skin dusted with pink, all raspy knees and slender limbs—the pale plane of his belly going taut, chest trembling as he breathes shakily. you figure if he’s letting you go that far, it might not hurt to push your limits.

he yelps in surprise when you kiss him, easily melting away any other defenses. gasps nice and loud when you trail down to kiss the curve of his jaw, nip at his collarbone. you take the risk and play with his nipples too—they’re just to tempting and it makes him arch his back so nice.

all foreplay and touching all the places he can’t reach himself making him so, so desperate. his thighs clench up around your wrist, arm across his face just embarrassed. it feels weird. good but so weird—different to how he normally cums. comes from somewhere deeper, it’s so overwhelming. and your targeting the exact place he wants it, like you just know.

he lets a needy plea to touch his clit too, when he gets close. when you bend down and latch your mouth to his clit, he cries out. it feels so good he gets scared, tells you to get off because it feels weird. not like how it usually does.

of course you’re not really listening. but he’s been so wet the entire time you’ve been stretching his cunt open on two fingers, you’re not taken aback when he squirts all over your hand and mouth. it feels so good but god he wants the ground to swallow him up it’s so embarrassing.

earns you a very light kick in the stomach afterwards, socked feet pushing against you as he tells you to die and get out of his room.

but when you grab him by the ankle and offer to make him feel even better, he can’t find it in him to refuse.