Cw: Missionary, Breeding, Impregnation Yayayaya, Fingering (f Receiving), Oral (f Receiving), Gspot Stim,

screaming, crying, violently sweating, ripping my hair out

Gojo’s body irl:

argue with ur mammy about it.

tags: fem! reader, tooth rotting fluff, cheesy proposal.

nanami knows he wants to marry you, but he’s always busy with work that he can never find the time to ask you properly to be his wife. it’s not until one night when you’re watching your little show on the tv in the living room and your boyfriend is sat on the couch, right by your feet with this big and confusing puzzle on the coffee table. you don’t pay much attention to it, very focused on finding out who is the killer in the episode of this season—until kento gently taps your leg.

“baby, have you seen a piece of my puzzle?”

you bring your arms out of the blanket you’re wrapped in to pause your episode and sit up on the couch.

“you lost a piece?”

“it must’ve fell—sorry my love, you must’ve been so focused on your show,” his rough hand gently rubs at your calf and you wave him off before removing your baby blue blanket.

“pshh, don’t be ridiculous baby,” you lean in and press a kiss to his cheek, enjoying the way his stubble tickles your lips. “lemme help you find it.”

you fail to notice that nanami is barely making any effort to locate the missing piece, too busy craning your neck to look under the couch and when you finally find the puzzle piece, you show it to your boyfriend excitedly.

“there it is! I found it—“ as you inspect the piece, you find the word “you” written on the back, and kento nanami holding a gorgeous ring between his thumb and index finger, hand shaky as he stares down at you so lovingly.

“wha–kento?“

“when we first met, something in my life just changed. I didn’t know what it was at the time, maybe I was too scared to admit it—that you make me feel safe, loved. that you give me a purpose, a reason to be alive and to keep going. I was too scared that you,” he grabs your left hand and kisses the back of it. “were what my heart, my life was missing all along. my love, will you give me the absolute honor of marrying me?”

and when you look at the sticky note sitting above the puzzle it says “my heart” and you were holding a piece of it. the missing piece.

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I think bkg’s baby gets your eyes and your temperament and he’s so relieved. He doesn’t say a word about it, ever, but when his daughter is 6 years old and some twerp takes her toys on the playground and she only cries, doesn’t try to explode his face off when he picks her up to walk her home—bakugou is so relieved it makes him nauseous. Because he wanted that anger to die with him—because with all of the light and hope and good you brought into his life, he’d hoped that it be enough to ward off that venom that he still feels the remnants of in his veins.

When his baby drops her head on his shoulder, tuckered out, he feels pretty confident that it did.

fanfic titles be like “we have not touched the stars (nor are we forgiven)” and then you look at the tags & the first one is “anal fisting”

it’s all over the screen 🤗

cr: aliyartss on X‼️

On your daughter's first day of kindergarten, Katsuki told her to keep her distance from the boys, or she'd contract their infectious disease, and she listened because papa is never wrong. You get a complaint from her teacher on the very same day, saying she wouldn't let any of the boys come near her. You go to scold Katsuki for it, but he's already holding her in his arms, spinning her and kissing her cheek, congratulating her for not contracting the infectious and stinky little boy disease.

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Pairing: f. reader/bakugo katsuki Summary: dual POV where mc is tired of waiting for Bakugo to be truth and confess his feelings for her. tw: none. Just fluff and chaos.

"Y'know, I think I'll just tell Bakugo I like him." You were drunk, and a sort sense of boldness invaded you all of a sudden.

"Girl, don't do that." Mina put his hands on your bare thigh from your skirt ridden up. "Wait till you sober up"

You were hanging with Mina after a month of not seeing each other, being pro heroes tide up your schedule so you were out of reach most of the time, only reachable by the phone. You had a blast of a night, went clubbing, and drank while dancing like old times.

"He's playing with my mind, I swear," the words spurred out of your system, and you felt like you might start to cry in any second. "He's always sending texts and asking if I'm hurt after a fight and-"

"Hey! He doesn't do that to me!" Mina whined, putting his left hand above his heart.

"Exactly! He's this obsessive fucker who thinks he's better than everyone else, always so cocky and he had me wrapped around his fingers with the details that I know he only do to me, so obnoxious" you let a sigh trying to come down from your despertarion but something made you see red again. "And yet he'd never confessed! I'm tired Mina what if he's just playing with me and doesn't want anything serious just fuck with me and hop to the next. Maybe he thinks I'm playing hard to get, and now I'm kind of a challenge to him, you know the bastard"

Now you were upset.

"Mmhm, just give him some time. He has had a crush on you since we were at UA" Mina bit his nails and poured another glass for you.

"Exactly, that's what everyone says! His mom, his dad even Midoriya who can't catch a fucking clue even if it's tingling in front of his eyes. If He thinks I'm going to wait forever for him to grow a pair of balls? He's got another thing coming. " You downed the entire glass, and Mina hurried to pour another.

...

"She haven't talked to me in an hour," Katsuki stated, folding some papers on his desk.

"Man, it's her night off duty, I heard Mina said that they were going out tonight," Kirishima made a spun in his chair. "Partying and doing girl's shit"

Bakugo hated staying in the office so late, but the papers were not going to fill themselves out. At least Kirishima was there with him, trying to calm him down, but doing a pretty bad job.

"I swear if Mina let her fall into a ditch again I'm going to-"

"For fuck sake, bro!" Kirishima rolled his eyes, almost disappearing in his skull. "It was one time! Let it go. She was fine and giggling like a mad woman when you went to her rescue"

"I just worry about her," he grunted. "I'm a hero, that's my work"

"Yeah, with civilians, but she's a real hero, y'know." Kirishima pushed. Not in the six years that he'd seen Bakugo after you, has he been able to get the real confession out of his mouth.

Bakugo checked his phone again. Nothing.

...

"I'm going to get up there and tell him that I'm done waiting for him"

You didn't know how you convinced Mina into your crazy idea, but now you were outside, in front of your apartment's lobby, waiting for a cab.

"Don't you think you need to reconsider, maybe? You're tipsy honey, what if he's not even there" Mina tried to talk to you out of it, but she knew better, you were stubborn as hell, the least she could do was following you and making sure that, this time, you didn't end up in a ditch.

"He's there, he told me," you stopped a cab lifting a finger and told the driver the direction.

The way to Katsuki's agency was a haze. You remember looking at Mina, her eyes closed, trying to rest before the chaos breaks loose.

"Do you know what you are going to say?" She mumbled with her eyes closed and grabbed your hand to reaffirm her company and her friendship.

You had no idea.

...

"This is taking ages," Kirishima complained, trying to read the papers and arrange them by dates. "Why can't we just shred them and pretend it didn't happen?"

"The TV broadcasted the fight, you dumbass"

Katsuki was tired too, but he needed to make and fill the reports before tomorrow morning.

"Did she answered you?" Kirishima asked.

It was a lame night. He was practically locked up with his best friend all alone in his office. He had a purpose, and that was making him confess his love for you.

"No," he briefly checked his phone again before returning his eyes to the files. "What if she's in a ditch?"

"She's not!" Kirishima raised his voice qhile laughing, and Katsuki only grunted in response. "So what's the deal with her? You still like her or what?"

"Who told you I liked her in the first place?" He was smug about his answer, not giving away any hint of his real feelings for you.

"C'mon, everybody knows," something dark flowed into Kirishima's mind. He felt like a child poking a mad dog with a stick. "At least in our class, I mean, I remember Todoroki showing interest in her once, and you completely beat him up in spared fight, and Mirio that time he gave her a flower from the patio, you were fuming I still remember the red shade of angry in the tips of your ears"

"Keep working"

That phrase only gave him more fuel to continue the poking the beast game.

"Man, why don't you just be truth to yourself? Like, is it that hard to accept the feelings you have for her? She's amazing, smart, beautiful, She's a beast on the field and has a great heart. What's the problem, Dynamight?

He touched a sensitive fiber using his hero name. He always bragged about being the best, bold and facing everything, and everybody who dared to get in his way, but he was acting like a real pussy with you.

"I'm scared I'm not good enough, you happy?" He was upset, and Kirishima was astonished with his confession. He expected an angry gremlin yelling at him for being so annoying, spurring out his confession between variabilities of insults, but he didn't expect his best friend, the know it all and do it all feeling like he wasn't enough.

"Not enough? Have you seen yourself in the mirror lately? Yeah, of course you have a shitty attitude, but you care for her. You're the main example of manliness. You are always taking care of her, giving her your attention, making time for taking her out of a ditch while you were patrolling, I mean, I would've left her there" Kirishima joked to make Bakugo less worried about himself. "I'm telling you man, you are it for her, but you gotta hurry the fuck up because what you see in her, everybody could see it too"

In the quietness of his office, full of papers with his best friend, giving shitty but quiet good advice, he realized that he needed to tell you his feelings, he couldn't wait anymore time.

...

You sobered up real quick. Having the massive building in front of you in the middle of a cold and freezing night, returned every sense that you needed in your body.

"You are doubting" Mina established.

"I'm freezing," you counterattacked. "Why didn't you tell me to put some jeans on?"

The dancing and the drinking made you feel hot and raised your temperature and you knew it, so you put on a skirt before going out without thinking you would come out of the house after coming from the club.

The lights were on, in the floor where Bakugo's office was situated. If you squinted your eyes, you could even see the shapes of Kirishima's and Bakugo's bodies through the glass. Or you were just still drunk.

"He won't be there forever, and you're going to catch a cold if you keep us waiting here for something to happen," Mina urged, hugging herself to keep the cold out.

"You're right, it's now or never," you said, walking determinated into the big glass doors to make yourself in.

With Mina behind you, you pushed the doors, and the guard glanced at you. He recognized you and Mina immediately, but you two put your credentials out just for safety. He gave you a nod and you continued your way to the elevator.

"Are you nervous?" Mina asked while you pressed the elevator button.

"Like shit." You watched the countdown in red numbers above the elevator doors. The elevator was in Bakugo's floor so no one was around.

The ding in the elevator startled you a little, and the turmoil in your stomach didn't make it any better. Mina pushed you through the open doors and pressed the button to Bakugo's floor.

...

"Thank god it's done." Kirishima was spining in his chair while Katsuki looked for his stuff to bring them home with him. "Are you ready to face your true feelings?"

Kirishima didn't drop the topic after the big confession and the great advice, he kept pushing his best friend and giving him ideas on how to tell you, some of them were good and some of them were trash, but Bakugo just listened and ignored at the same time.

"Shut the fuck up" Katsuki growled lowly stuffing his belonging into his black backpack.

"Isn't it romantic? Like, after all this time, you could just walk in with a bouquet of flowers and, wait no, walking? That's lame. What about a white horse? Yeah, that's manly. " Kirishima was hopeless, and even though Bakugo showed a scowl at his words he was actually having fun.

"No horses, but maybe a bouquet will be cool," he was making peace with his own feelings. At the end of the day, what was the worst that could happen?

...

"I think I'm going to pee, shit," you pressed your bladder, and Mina laughed at you.

"You can't be serious right now, we are halfway," she said while you danced funny in front of her.

"I'm sorry I process my emotions somatically," you started to feel cloudy, and your hands started to sweat.

"Hey, relax. He's so into you, maybe he'll stand like a rock for the first three seconds but then he will be all over you confessing, don't worry, and if I'm wrong you can always have Shindo"

You made a gag.

"I hate Shindo," you told her.

"But he follow you like a puppy," Mina imitated a cute puppy joining his hands under her chin and poked out her tongue.

The elevator stopped with a big thump, and you feared in a good way. You had your adrenaline up, and there were still remains of booze in your system to give you a boost.

"It's time, big girl." Mina patted your shoulder and gave you a little push.

...

Kirishima stretched himself, and Bakugo took his backpack, grabbing the zipper of a back pocket to fetch the keys of his office to close it.

He was busy looking for the keys when Kirishima started patting him in the arm repeatedly.

"What?" He told him tired and with heavy eyes. Kirishima's eyes were the exact opposite of him. They were big and surprised, looking at the other side of the glass doors of his office.

He followed Kirishima's look and stopped in you.

At first, he thought it was a kind of a mirage, then he thought that maybe he was more tired than he realized, and then he thought that maybe it was a villain whose quirk was morphing into peoples body's.

Every thought ended at the sound of your voice.

...

You walked through the hallway, practicing a speech of what you were going to say to him. You did it over and over, stumbling words in your own mind. You were there, physically and mentally, ready to take all your feelings for him out. You couldn't chicken out.

You saw his figure in the last office at the end of the hallway, body contouring to grab something from his backpack.

Kirishima was the first to notice you, his eyes wide open at the sight of you two walking in the middle of the night like you owned the place. He gave multiple pats to Bakugo's arm, and from afar, you could notice that he was tired.

Maybe your boldness wasn't the best thing to do at that moment.

You couldn't make your way out because he turned his gaze from the backpack to you in a second. By his look, you could see the gears in his brain moving to give some sort of explanation of what was happening in front of him.

He opened the door, forgetting completely that Kirishima was in his way. The red-haired boy pushed him a little, giving him courage, not caring that his best friend kinda kicked him, stumbling against him.

You two were in the same hallway looking face to face. Your two best friends a step back making themselves a crowd in what was about to happen.

"What are -" Katsuki started disoriented, looking for proof or a mark that you were injured or hurt.

"Shut up," you told him. Katsuki was very surprised at your determined tone.

"I'm liking this already," Kirishima muttered behind Katsuki, grinning like the Chesire cat.

The silence between the four of you was something that was eating your bones. It wasn't awkward, but it was heavy. You told him to shut up, but you weren't talking either, and you knew it. All the speech that you practiced before vanishing from your mind.

"Are you-

"Are you going to love me already!?"

You spoke at the same time, but your message was clear. Mina was right, Katsuki stood like he was made of stone, rigid, stoic, not even a muscle moving from your confession.

You sounded desperate. You blamed your thoughts, your desire to go pee, that you were at least fifteen percent still drunk and that you were freezing. You wanted to get over this chapter in your life, you didn't want to fool around any longer and for that you needed to know if Katsuki was on the same page as you.

"Oh my god," Mina said, holding his face with both hands.

"Shh," Kirishima silenced her. "This is better than the ditch episode"

You could tell that the booze in your system worn off just by waiting for Katsuki's response. The tic tac in your intern clock made it impossible to bear the silence.

"Are you going to say something, or are you going to stay there forever?" You hurried him, trying to hide the anxious feeling that you felt coming out of your voice.

...

Kirishima kicked Bakugo's heavy boots to take him out of his trance. It worked.

You always said to him that you were half witch, at least, always feeling before it happened. He wandered if this was one of those situations.

"I'm-

It was the first time that he felt speechless. He knew you from head to toe, and now he noticed that you were under the effects of alcohol but sounded sure about it. The way that you let it out was some kind of outburst from the time he took to process what he really felt about you. He knew he treated you differently. He liked spending time with you, and he found himself checking his phone very often, looking for a message from you. He was whipped.

He saw your bottom lip quivering, and he knew he had to do something.

...

It happened quickly.

First, you throwing your feelings at him like it was a ball of fire, then his eternal silence, and after that, your guts twisting inside of you, your throat closing, your nose pricking and your bottom lip trembling.

It was over for your fantasies with him.

Was it the worst-case scenario? Yes. Will you be able to get over it? Absolutely. Will the healing process hurt? Like hell.

You were weighing your options when the sound of heavy boots against the carpeted floor woke you up from your suffering.

He was a mere inch from you. Your body and his body were separated by a thin layer of air. You could feel the air coming out from his nose, hitting your forehead. He was tall, and you were almost the size of a elf.

"Never call me out about what I already do"

That's everything that came out of his mouth before joining his lips with yours in a feverish kiss. He wasn't gentle, but the way that he grabbed you by both sides of your face made you float in your spot.

You didn't have the time to process what he said or why he said that, forgetting what you said first, but ignoring the cheerful sounds coming from your friends mouth, you could only concentrate in his mouth moving against yours. Finally.

“HOLD IT ANGEL, I KNOW YOU CAN.”

FEATURING THE ONE AND ONLY: 七海.建人. NANAMI KENTO

content warnings : 18+ only, dub-content, sadistic!nanami x masochistic!reader, established relationship, bdsm scene, orgasm control (edging and overstimulation), reader’s hands are bound, mirror sex, mentions of penetrative sex, feral nanami (this man is crazy)

author’s note: kinda ooc nanami bcs he is SADISTICCC in this one and he would never be this mean (i think) but i would let this man destroy my uterus 👰‍♀️ #ovulation i hope u guys enjoy this one as much as i enjoyed writing it even though it is definitely 100% not canon nanami nor is it for the light hearted 😭. idk what overcame me as i wrote this.

word count: 1.2k!

hope u enjoy n sorry for it being so short!

kaori. 🤍

This was a sight kento never wanted to forget. The way your body trembled was in front of the mirror as he forced you watch him have his way with you. The look in your eyes pleading; babbling about you weren’t sure if you could handle it left him so achingly hard. Oh no no no, sweetheart, you were going to take everything he gave you. It’s only fair because you asked for it right? Looking up at him oh so sweetly, suggesting a new idea in bed. You looked so adorable fiddling with hands when you tried telling him that you wanted him to ‘edge you until you couldn’t take it’. He was more than willing to indulge into this fantasy of yours. Hell, he might even be enjoying this more than you.

Your sweet husband has his legs locked around yours, restraining every attempt or effort of you trying to move away from him from the overwhelming sensations. His head resting on top of your shoulder as your body quivers under him. Your hands clawing at his tie restraining your wrists together while you pull at them. It makes him so fucking hard that only he could reduce you to such a mess. His eyes watched you tentatively through the mirror, mesmerised by the way you shake your head furiously, eyes welled up in those pretty eyes of yours, cries and pleas falling like a mantra from your lips yet it was never your safe word. Your words seemed to contradict everything your body was saying.

“Hold it angel, I know you can. Be a good girl for Kento. I’m counting down from 30 again and i need you hold it alll in like the precious girl you are,” he coos. It nearly makes you break. Before you can let out another whine or protest, you feel his fingers slipping inside your gummy walls almost too easily as your cunt welcomes him with an immediate clench around his fingers. He scissors them open again before shoving them deeper making your entire body lurch forward at the oversensitivity of his fingers prodding into your cunt.

The delicious torture starts again. His fingers curl upwards wiggling around inside you eliciting a wail of pleasure as your legs tense against his to no avail, his fingers massaging and rubbing against your poor needy cunt that’s been aching to cum. Your head is fuzzy, the faint smooth voice of your husband grounding you, the slow, maddening counts filling your head. “30….29..28, such a good girl, hm? 27…26……..25…24…” You can barely focus on his voice or the way he looks at you through the mirror, watching your body convulse under him as you try everything to resist cumming instantly, the overwhelming need to cum yet the tightening coil building in your tummy is slow.

You choke on your moan, pretty tears streaming down your face as you convulse against him. The squelches of your cunt is so loud that you would’ve been embarrassed if you were even the slightest bit more focused but kento is fucking you dumb! Suddenly at the 15th count mark, you hear a faint buzz of your pink vibrator that makes your eyes widen and has you thrashing against him. However, it does nothing but make him hold you tighter against his chest and flex his legs together while keeping yours even more spread. He attaches it to your clit and pounds you harder with his fingers. They prod and fuck into you deeper, no longer the curling motions or rubbing against your walls.

“Ngh-ah! Kenn!” you sob. “I-I needa- hnngh!- cum soo bad, puhplease! let me cum i-i can’t Kento,” you squeal out pathetically. “I don’t fucking care how bad you need it honey, hold it” he hums It nearly drives you mad when you hear him reach the 10 count mark. Maybe then, maybe, he would let you cum.

“6…..5…..4….3…2.. You better not cum,” he snaps as he thrusts his fingers into you deeper again making the dragging the 5 seconds out even more, setting your nerves aflame. The vibrator sending strong sensitive vibrations throughout your body down your legs. You can do nothing but sob against his grip, your thighs are clenched, eyes squeezed shut as you do everything in your body to keep it in. keep yourself from cumming. You hear him reach one and you’re oh so close to the release you need.

Unfortunately before he says 0, he removes his fingers out of your cunt with a ‘pop!’ and clicks the vibrator off. He tuts watching your slick run down his forearm as he watches the juices drip down his fingers, “so messy, angel” he tuts.

He watches as you tremble and cry against him in need. You couldn’t move your hands down to take the pleasure yourself more so even rub your thighs together for any friction with how your husband has them spread. All you can do is wail and cry from the frustration as Kento shushes you. Your body shudders, you never knew YOUR Kento could be this sadistic. You had expected to let you cum a while ago but he just wouldn’t budge. What’s worse? You can’t help but also enjoy this delicious torture, he’s been relentlessly teasing you like this for so long you’ve lost track of time.

You feel the burning sensation fizzing down as your cunt throbs with need as Kento runs his hands up and down your thighs. When he had deemed you rested long enough, he starts his torture again, instead from a final count of 10.

You almost cry out of relief but you’re so silly to think he’ll let you off so easily. The last 10 counts are torturous.

He starts off hard and fast. Calloused fingertips rubbing your clit in tight circles making your toes clench. That wasn’t all, he reaches with his other hand to insert not two, but thick three fingers inside you, stretching you out fully. The heat in your tummy building up so fast and overwhelming. He curls his fingers, reaching that sweet spot that you couldn’t even dream of reaching on your own. "There we go, angel, feel me," he murmurs in your hair, watching as your thighs begin to tremble again, "feel my fingers deep inside you. I know, baby, it’s so difficult to hold it yeah? but i know you can.”

You whine, gasping out, “Ken, too much!! can’t ngh—” your eyes roll back as you feel the fingers on your clit working harder and faster with the pistoning fingers of his other hand. No— more..!" You huffed through your tears.

You felt like you were going to burst. This time he didn’t stop you after 0. Worse, he kept going. He hears you pant and gasp against him trying to come down from the violent convulsions of your body from your orgasm but he wouldn’t let you go. The sharp piercing sensitivity becoming more brain numbing yet so so good. He drags it out for as long as possible to watch as you scream out so loudly all your neighbours would definitely file a complaint.

It really got too much but his fingers just kept rubbing and pinching and smacking against your sore and sensitive clit. You let out little whines of protests but it doesn’t do much :(

Instead, he gets up and carries you from the chair he had you spread open in front of the mirror to the bed instead where he continued to fuck you stupid and cock-drunk for him as you sniff and whimper. only for kento.

Oh, this was definitely not the last time this was happening.

I’ll rip in hands and teeth and take a bite