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Hi hiii 😼 I love ur writing omfg

Is it ok if I could get some writing of a really whiny Katsuki during sex with reader, like boy is full on sobbing BC it just feels so good inside of us plsplspls (virgin Katsuki is very much appreciated!! And wife!reader too ><)

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Hiii I'm giggling at this,for whatever reason you give off nice vibes I like you:3 I really hope you like this I'm still trying to get better at writing:(

Katsuki x FEM reader (afab)

Tw: nsfw,virgin katsuki,vaginal penetration, somewhat subby kats

(These are pretty much just some head cannons because I've written quite some long fanfics lately and so I wanna take a lil break from that)

Katsuki never really experienced the touch of a woman before he got with you. You were pretty much his first everything. He didn't even match profile pics with anyone before! You were the one that forced him to match!(He loves matching anything w you)

Since he has absolutely no experience with anyone he doesn't really know how to fuck. I mean,surely he has an idea and somewhat knows the basic stuff but hes just so clueless,it's cute!

He was obviously a virgin,he admitted that to you on your wedding day which was a bit surprising as you would have thought a man like him would be often approached by other women and persuaded into having sex.

The night he lost his virginity was actually on your wedding day. I wouldn't say katsuki is a religious guy but he thinks that the idea of waiting to have sex till yall get married is just sweet and that it's respectful this way!

He definitely trembles, twitches and whimpers when you touch his body and especially when you stroke his poor,hard cock. That's his favorite part,you stroking him,or at least that's what he thought Untill he got to be inside you.

Since he never did this before he didn't know what to expect but he did not expect you to feel so good and warm. His cock was the perfect size,not too big,not too small so when he slid inside you he just melted,he fits so well like his cock was just made for you

He would often whimper ,almost sounding like a girl, whenever he would start thrusting

His voice is just so attractive though ,because he's almost never like this,he acts all though in public but he's a whining mess in this situation

Poor baby started tearing up. Your insides just felt so good he couldn't stand it anymore,his hips would often twitch and move on their own. He was sobbing and whimpering while being on top of you thrusting into you at a quick speed

Katsuki cums so quickly though! He can't last for so long:( not when you're so fuckin hot when taking him inside

"urgh fuck,fuck,fuck.. please"

He scratches at your thighs and hips when he holds you in place, fucking his cock inside you

"nghh I'm so close..fuck..so warm and good for me"

He doesn't like cumming inside tho,he pulled out before he did

He just doesn't want the possibility for you to get pregnant so soon after just getting married. He's not ready for kids

He cums on the bedsheets in between your thighs while stroking him though his orgasm. He was whimpering again,almost louder this time

After this he just collapsed on your chest,still breathing heavily from his orgasm as he thanked you for everything

"fuck baby..your insides feel so fuckin warm..I can't believe this just happened"

Fainted.... 📜📗📘📙📚

𝑪𝒂𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒖𝒑

[Bakugou Katsuki]

[NSFW]

Reblog | Comment | Enjoy, ig

Warning! Rough sex. Raw sex. Multiple rounds sex. Missionary sex. Teasing sex. Short sex. Sex.

He's been waiting long. Too long. He received a prize for winning No Nut November, but the relief he got from pounding into you topped it all.

You moaned, groaned, and called out his name. Nearly breaking your back in an arch. Nearly losing sight because of how tightly you kept your eyes shut.

Ruthlessly mixing your organs into jelly, rearranging your entire anatomy. You were his to claim after an agonizingly long month of being teased, tested, and taunted.

"F- Fuck," he came again. Tears dammed at the overstimulation. His thumb never left your clit, constantly rubbing it in a contrasting manner to his rough thrusts.

Wearing his shirts. Cooking for him with nothing but an apron on. He was determined to win, for the sake of his pride. He never missed a chance to help you out with your needs. Finger fucking you senselessly. He won, eventually, at the end of November.

It had been a very long month for his poor desires. Ever since he had you on the counter, floor, shower, bed, or wherever he thought it best to fuck you dry.

Your tits bounced at his rhythm. One leg draped over his shoulder while the other was still shaking from your most recent orgasm.

Whoever says missionary isn't hot just hasn't done it with the right person. Looking into each other's eye. Seeing everything you're doing to the whimpering man. How he thrusted his cock deep inside of you.

It edged you on to cum again. Round after round. Until the condoms were done and he fucked you raw. The bed shook and screeched under both your weight.

His breaths were rigid, and he struggled keeping pace. You shut your eyes tightly and gripped onto the sheets beside you. A few final pounds and he let out animalistic moans. Your voice was hoarse at the number of times you called out his name. "Katsuki. Katsuki. Katsuki!"

He pulled his dick out and grinned breathlessly at his seed dripping from your bullied cunt.

His lips dipped down and kissed you lovingly. Butterfly kisses planted themselves on all your hickies and bruises and love bites. He muttered inaudible assurances of how much you meant to him. How much he needed you. How much he loved you.

You held his face above yours and stared longingly into his pretty red eyes. It made you smile. Then, you started to laugh.

"How many rounds did we do?" You chuckled as he fell to the bed beside you. You cuddled closer to him.

"Nowhere near enough to make up for all the shit you've been giving me," he referred to all the teasing, testing, and taunting.

You pecked his cheek. "We've got our work cut out for us, huh?"

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Bakugou

OK, why do I find this hot? :-/

Lactation | Bakugou Katsuki x Reader

𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 - 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐚𝐥 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚 𝐨𝐟, 𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐨𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠.

Kinktober masterlist.

Based on this silly post I made a while back!

Summary: Time alone with Bakugou has been few and far between since the birth of your son, the after affects of pregnancy have you feeling sore and lethargic- But your doting husband is more than willing to help you out.

Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x f!reader.

Warnings: 18+, mentions of pregnancy, lactation, praise praise praise, breeding, creampie.

Word Count: 2.3k.

“Why does he get to do it?” Bakugou’s chest was pressed firmly against your back as he hovered over you to watch his son feeding before bed.

“Do what?” You hummed softly, leaning into the warmth of your husband as your son latched on.

“Suck on these,” Bakugou palmed your other breast as you whined softly, a subtle ache ebbing through you from how heavy your chest felt full of milk.

“Katsuki,” You shook your head, smiling softly at your husbands childishness, “He’s a baby.”

“And?” He scoffed, holding your hips gently as he caged you between your son and the crib, “I’m just fu- freakin’ saying’ I was here first.”

Bakugou stopped himself from swearing after the side glance you gave him, knowing your husband better than he probably knew himself. A subtle pout etched onto his ageing features, tired eyes staring down at you as he kneaded your sore breast for emphasis. You did feel guilty that you’d been neglecting your husband since childbirth, even though you knew you shouldn’t. Bakugou was the perfect husband and father, reassuring you that you were still the most perfect, beautiful woman in the room even now. But insecurities would often plague your mind, and finding very little time for yourself since your son had arrived into the world meant that these thoughts would continue to fester at the back of your mind.

“Can’t even remember the last time I had these to myself.” Bakugou continued. 

“There’s no way you’re jealous of your son,” You laughed, leaning into his touch as he began to gently sway you from side to side.

“Ain’t my fault he’s got the perfect life,” Bakugou smirked as he pecked your cheek, “What I wouldn’t give to fall asleep sucking on these.”

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Here's a story with some inspiration by an author of tumblr, miggiisdumb, she also has a Twitter account. Her sexy black female characters are awesome, ok here's the story; Bakugo gets new neighbours. Dawyne The rock Johnson who is a quirkless but badass firefighter, he once saved the president of Japan's life and was given a pardon and asked to move to Japan to help their fire fighters. The rock is married to a quirkless African American who was adopted by Koreans and an excellent health cook, her name is kkul, they named her honey because she's a sweetheart. They both have an older son who is a wrestler and lives in America, They're 4 daughters; migeria, Camilla, diamond and princess. Migeria, the eldest of these triplets is like her dad but she somehow develop a quirk, anything she eats becomes healthy nutrition for her body so she never gets fat, she's a badass like her dad who kicked Katsuki's ass. Camilla is a strong and brave girl who wants to be a therapist, she's quirkless but doesn't care, like her sister and father she can kick ass. Diamond, she's a fighter and has a smile that glows like the moon, gorgeous eyes that shine like diamonds and training to be a quirkless doctor. Last is princess who loves pop music and wants to become a quirkless pop star, she can kick ass like her sisters and father.

This gives Katsuki a reality check that even quirkless people ain't weak or useless, so he begs the rock to train him. Izuku also gets trained by Migeria who sees Izuku as a little brother, Katsuki and Izuku beefed up and later meets Kirishima who joins in their training and becomes beefy like them. There are many oc pairings in this story of different nationalities, there will also be lemons in this story.

Pls allow me to borrow this character and create a fanfiction...

... Why the fuck do I find this hot!!!??? (♡˙︶˙♡)

𝙶𝚎𝚝 𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙱𝚛𝚎𝚍

Pairing: Mirio/Reader

Word count: 2002

Tags: 18+ ONLY, dark content, dubious consent, non-con (just to be safe), bull hybrid!mirio, lamb hybrid!reader, reader is gender neutral, but they are written with a vagina, they're also referenced to be chubby very briefly, creampie, rough sex, mentions of scratches and v minor sex related injuries, stomach bulging (from mirio's monster dong), breeding kink.

AN: so this is a repost from a fic i wrote a while back on my old account, so if you somehow recognise this, that's why. i've also edited a bit of it, so if you see any new typos, no you didn't <3

Everyone knew to never venture near the field tucked away at the edge of the farm, hybrids and workers alike. They’ve all heard the stories, the legends of the creature who inhabits the pasture tucked as far away from the public eye as possible. But you’ve always been such a curious little thing, that much is obvious to Mirio, who lies under the shade of an overgrown tree, pretending as if he doesn't see you out of his peripheral vision. You show up every day without fail, despite the countless warnings you’re sure to have received; only your eyes and fluffy white lamb ears protrude over the wall to his field as you stare at him with a wide-eyed gaze, positively sparkling with awe and unbridled curiosity.

He knows he must look fascinating to such a small, delicate thing like yourself. Where you’re all soft curves and dainty features, he’s colossal, with bulging muscles, sharp eyes, a galaxy of scars carved into his flesh. But clearly something calls you to venture down to his territory, to spend your time marvelling at his horns, his tail, the rings that adorn his nose and nipples, as if he’s some kind of mythical creature. And in a way, he muses, whatever the other hybrids whisper about him in the security of their barn must craft him into something only seen in fantasy, the farm's very own minotaur.

But of course, for such an inquisitive creature, he knows it’s only a matter of time until the wall isn't close enough for you, until your little legs clamber up the stonewall in a desperate attempt to sneak a closer look. After all, something so large surely couldn’t move as fast as an agile hybrid as you?

He snorts in faint amusement as he continues sharpening his horns against the tough bark of a tree. He can hear the grass rustling behind him, the sound of quickened breaths and a racing heartbeat make it obvious just who is cowering in the tall reeds. But he waits, feigning obliviousness, waiting until you creep just a little closer… Just a little more...

Before you have a chance to blink, he’s diving into the bushes behind him, pinning your helpless, naked figure to the dirt floor by your neck as he towers over your writhing body. He pays no mind to the sharp, panicked squeaks and bleats that tumble from your agape lips, your eyes now wide with fear rather than mere intrigue.

“P-Please mister! I wasn’t going to steal anything, I j-just wanted a closer look, please l-let me go, you’re 'urting me!”

Cute.

You look so adorable begging beneath him with pretty, teary eyes, akin to diamonds as they gleam under the fading sun. He takes his time raking his eyes over you, finally having the opportunity to observe you in all your glory, opposed to the small percentage of your pretty face he had been teased with for so many torturous weeks.

“But I’ve been all by myself for so long, little lamb, now I have some company I’m not so sure I’m willing to let you go.” There’s still panicked adrenaline rushing through your veins, that much he can tell, but with every inhale through his nose, the unmistakable scent of arousal only gets stronger. He leans down, exhaling heavily through his nose just so he can watch the way his breath cascades across your face, your little ears flinching from where they lay pressed into the dirt.

“And by the way your body is responding, it seems as though you want me to keep you here.” You’re frozen now, prey instincts overtaking any of your human ones as you submit wholly to the hulking hybrid leering over you, your body going lax against the dirt floor. Mirio doesn’t see the need for any more words, not when the fear slowly ebbs from your once wide eyes, now glossed over with barely constrained lust, your hips twitching upwards to grind against his hardening cock.

He watches with keen eyes as your head snaps down to stare at the hot, heavy length that currently rests upon your stomach, the only response you’re able to provide being an adorable stuttered gasp. He knows you’ve only ever seen his cock when it’s limp, resting against his thigh as he basks in the sun, and while it’s still impressive then, it’s a whole different experience seeing the size of it compared to your body.

It throbs painfully from where it lays trapped between his defined abdomen and the soft skin of your tummy, the reddened tip of his cock twitching just below your chest. It’s adorable, he thinks as he watches you gaze at it, the same look of wonderment dancing in your irises as when you’d peak at him from over the wall. But there’s also a hunger he recognises too, one that is no doubt reflected in his own eyes as he measures up just how bloated your already adorably chubby stomach will be once he’s buried inside of you. It’s a thought that has the last shred of his patience dissipating with the gentle country breeze, large hands folding your legs up, and up, until your knees are pushed into the soil by your now dirtied ears, your pretty, dripping cunt now exposed to his ravenous, predatory eyes.

If the sounds you made as you lay shaking in fear under him were a delight to his ears, then the sweet, melodic mewls that he coaxes from your lips with the first contact of his tongue to your dripping pussy is truly a masterpiece to behold. Every swipe of his wet muscle against your clit only encourages higher pitched whines, your little hands curling around his protruding horns for much needed purchase as he eats you out akin to a starved man presented with his first full meal in months. It’s messy, with a mixture of saliva and arousal coating both his chin and your thighs as he fucks his tongue mercilessly into your dripping hole. It’s clear that you’re not too experienced, not when your legs tremble from where they’re pressed into the soil, your cunt already pulsating around his tongue as you mindlessly babble through your first climax. But he doesn’t stop, it’s as though he can’t get enough of you; your euphonious whimpers, the sweet taste of your pussy as you cream against his mouth for the nth time.

By the time he’s finally lifting his face from your spasming pussy, you’re boneless, harsh inhales coupled with choked off sobs wrack your fragile chest, and you look positively delicious. He keeps you folded in half as he clambers atop you, moving to mount your pussy as he aligns his cock to your trembling hole, his fingers coming up to wrap into the bark of the tree to anchor himself.

Despite spending countless minutes with his tongue buried in your cunt, he watches with intrigue as the first push of his cock past the heat of your pussy has your mouth parting in a silent scream, a stream of endless tears cascading down your face, intermingling with the soil as it drips onto the dirt below. Anyone else in his situation would coo, still their hips, and croon an endless stream of praise and encouragement against your trembling little lamb ears.

But Mirio doesn't do soft, or sweet. Not in any capacity.

Instead of fond pity, your tears only serve to ignite a fire in his gut, his eyes zeros in on the way you’re split in half by his cock. He’s like a man possessed as he cants his hips downward with such force that his balls slap against your ass, not hesitating to immediately set a pace so brutal it’s unsurprising that he has your screams echoing through the dusk air.

His trance is broken when he feels your nails clawing desperately at his thighs, his gaze zeroing in on your expression, the fucked out and vacant sheen to your once awestruck eyes only makes him double down on his thrusts, pushing himself to go faster, to fuck you harder into the dirt until you’ve left a permentant impression of your body into his field.

He can feel any control he had over his body rapidly slipping, between the way your pussy is wrapped so tightly around his cock, and the feeling of your tremulous heartbeat through the walls of your cunt, it’s a miracle he doesn’t look as gone as you.

But the one thing that has him teetering on the edge of full blown ferality is the unfathomably large outline of his cock that protrudes from your swollen stomach. He’s in awe at how such a small cunt can even fit all of him in, yet it doesn’t once cross his mind to think about how much pain you must be in, nor does he care about the pathetic little bleats and hiccuped wails that flow freely from your tear soaked lips. No, the only thing that occupies his mind is an echoing chant to “breed, breed, breed”.

His fingers flex harder against the cracked bark, the tree groaning in protest as he leans his full weight against its trunk, rough snorts of frustration forced from his nostrils as the roots begin to give in, unable to hold his weight. Just before he forces the tree over, he pries his fingers from splintered wood, and hooks his arms under your body, pulling you roughly up to his chest, manoeuvring you like a ragdoll until your face is pressed against one of the metal rings through his pierced nipples, your arms left to loosely grip at whatever flesh you can reach before his hips kick up again, his cock never once having left the heat of your now dripping, abused hole.

“There we go, there’s my good little lamb. You’re takin’ a bull’s cock like you were made for it, precious, hah, who knows, maybe you were? A lamb, destined to be bred by me, to be bloated with my cum.”

He’s positively feral now, his hips pounding against your limp body with enough force to bruise, not that he fares much better with the scratches along his back and arms to prove it. It’s purely animalistic, deep grunts and growls intermingled with your high, keening moans as you both lose your minds in each other’s bodies.

Any hope either of you had of clinging on to your dwindling sanity is snapped the second one of his hands moves to grip your fluffy tail that rests just above the swell of your sore ass, your cunt clamping down on his cock as you cum so hard you lose all sense of direction, near blacking out as your arousal soaks his cock and abdomen. He can’t help but follow straight after you, cumming with a baritone growl as he slaps his hips to yours one final time, seemingly endless ropes of his cum slowly filling out more of your stomach until you’re left looking exactly how Mirio wants you to: well and truly bred. He’s slow to pull out, grinning cockily when he hears you whine at how empty your abused pussy feels, only for the smile to morph into a predatory snarl as he watches his cum leak from your slit in thick rivulets.

He’s quick to drop you to the ground, lining his rapidly softening length back to your hole and pushing his seed back into your cunt with determination, uncaring of your overstimulated sobs and he once again gets lost in your positively addictive heat.

By the time the farmers notice that one of their sweet little lambs is missing, they’re already far too late. Because there’s nothing they can do, watching with a mixture of horror and lust as they stare on at the way your drooling cunt swallows every inch of their bull hybrid’s cock, not when he’s staring back at them, eyes gleaming with murderous intent,

“This is my hole to breed, try and take it from me and I’ll fuckin’ kill you.”

I really like breeding kinks and dumb fuck kinks... (●´з`)♡

cw: heavy breeding. usage of “mama” and other variations. mating press. maiesiophilia. bakugou is kinda oc but it’s whatever.

Bakugou enjoys many things; spicy food, instigating arguments, mountain climbing. Though, his all-time favorite is pumping his load into your leaking hole.

“m’ soo full” you slur, the syllabuses are dragged, he guesses it was unintentional. “s’ not enough, I need to fill yer pussy full of my seed till ye get pregnant.” a sharp tap to your thigh. two, large hands hoist the soft flesh up and then a jagged thrust directly into your core. “m’ gonna make ya a mother, yer gonna be the perfect mama, yeah?” He breathes, he can already imagine it—Your tits heavy with milk, nipples all puffy, and tummy swollen with his child.

“m’ gonna be a mommy?” You repeat, wide eyes and slack jaw, drool pools at the corner of your mouth. “mhmm, gonna be such a pretty one.” you can feel his smirk on your skin. His long fingers graze against your frail clit, incoherent moans trickle out your throat. Heat barbs up your spine. His flaming eyes are set on your creamy cunt, he watches as slick oozes down your hole and coats his cock. He watches the way your hole stretches with each thrust, it’s enough to make him cum, ropes of it.

You can feel it, it gushes into you and stuffs you full. The feeling is addictive, you can never get enough. Bakugou watches as you squirm and whimper in his grasp. You’re so cute, you’ll be a wonderful mother, he’s sure of it.

Love this very much... Fainted... 😳😳😳😳😳

18+ mdni or I'll throw hands

For the love of all things holy please let Mirio put you in a mating press

He would be so happy to have you folded in half, your pussy creaming around his cock over and over while he brings himself to release. "Does my cock feel that good? Hm? You're so pretty like this, look at you, have I fucked you dumb yet?" Mirio would be pounding into you ruthlessly, your knees beside your head being held down by his hands, caging you in. He would have you covered in hickeys, bite marks, and bruises from his strong grip on you. Your mind would be blank, only able to focus on the stretch of his cock and the feeling of his hands on you, the burning sensation of the position you've been held in long forgotten and replaced with pleasure. "Fuuuck that's it y/n, want my cum? Want me fill you up hm? Wanna have you dripping my cum all day baby" he'd increase his pace and his groans would echo in your ears. At this point all you can do is beg for his cum, your eyes practically forming heart shapes when you try to focus on his. "A-ah Mirio, gnna cum again, too good, f-fuck" your hands would come up to grasp onto his forearms, not even able to wrap around half of them, leaving little crescent shapes from your nails digging in. Your pussy would clench as you come undone one more time around his cock, giving that extra push Mirio needs to cum. "O-oh fuck, that's it, just like that, fuck you're gripping me so fucking tight. I'm gonna cum baby, gonna fill you so good" and with that his thrusts would stutter while he rides out his high, his cum spilling out the sides of your pussy. Your voices would carry out leaving no secret as to what was happening. Poor Tamaki wouldn't be able to make eye contact with either of you for at least a week without flushing beet red🥺

Sorry if this sucks, I'm in a Mirio mood and uhhhh it ain't healthy anymore

Sucker for breeding kinks... ( ˘ ³˘)♥

Breeding | Bakugou x Reader

Warnings: Heavy breeding, super minor lactation kink

WC: 1205

Huge thank you to @tetsurousharlot for betaing this for me! (And for how fast you did it cause that shit was impressive.)

Masterlist

Bakugou has been eyeing you all day. He watches you prance around his agency in your tight, little hero costume. All he can think about is getting you home and throwing you on the bed. But no. No, you wanted to go out to dinner because you both happened to get off early at the same time. So maybe he was a little rude to the waiter, but come on, you looked so gorgeous, sitting there in the low light of the restaurant and the waiter was getting a little too friendly. Bakugou is not the most patient person on his best day, but when he wants nothing more than to bend you over and fuck you stupid, some damn waiter flirting with you is not what he needs.

“I can’t believe you. You were so rude to him, Katsuki.” You grumble, walking into the house.

“He was practically drooling all over you.”

“He was being nice! What’s up with you today? I feel like you’ve been so snappy with everyone.”

“Fuck off, no, I haven’t been.”

“Yes, you have. I know I’m usually the only one you can stand to talk to for so long, but still.You were pretty mean to anyone that got near me.”

He lets out a groan and rolls his shoulders. “Do you know how fucking hot you looked today? All I have wanted was to bend you over and fuck you full, but everyone kept getting in the goddamn way!”

“So you’ve been an ass to everyone because you wanted to fuck me?” You question, raising a brow at him.

“Don’t fucking say it like that. I’m allowed to want to fuck my wife.”

“Aw, ‘Suki, baby. I know you are, but all you had to do was ask and you could have had me.” You giggle, walking over and pulling him down by his tie. “I’m always yours to fuck. Do whatever you want.”

“Anything?”

“Anything.”

He watches you for a moment, taking in the soft features of your face before grabbing your thighs and hoisting you up. You immediately wrap your legs around his waist and arms around his neck, holding onto him tightly. Without saying anything, he immediately attacks your neck with soft kisses and little bites as he carries you to your bedroom. Rough, calloused hands squeeze at your thighs before you're roughly tossed onto the bed.

“Katsuki!” You squeal as you bounce when you hit the soft mattress.

“Shut up, I got a goal right now.” He growls, tugging his tie off and unbuttoning his shirt.

“What goal?”

“I wanna breed your tight little cunt.”

“I, Katsuki. What?” You question as he crawls onto the bed to hover above you.

“We’ve been talking about it. You want a baby and now I’m done talking. I wanna fucking breed you. I want you pregnant.”

You stare up at him with wide eyes for a moment before nodding dumbly. He gives you a large grin before kissing you roughly. Pulling you up, he unzips your dress before moving out of the way to tug it off of you and throw it off the bed. His hands roam your body, calloused fingers dig into soft skin, pushing in hard enough to leave bruises. A hand slips under you and unhooks your bra, pulling it off and tossing it off to the side. Your hands comb through blond spikes, pushing his hair off his forehead, giving you a clear view of his crimson eyes.

Bakugou gives you a soft smile you know he reserves for only you and leans down to kiss you a little softer this time. He pulls your panties down and throws them off to the side, his own clothes following not long after. Hovering above you, his hand finds its way between your thighs, fingers swiping through your slick folds before circling your clit before sliding down to press into you. He swallows the small moan you let out and slowly scissors his fingers stretching you out.

“Katsuki, it’s fine. ‘m ready.” You whisper against his lips.

“S not fine, barely stretched you.”

“Just, it’s fine, come on. Give me a baby, Katsuki. Please?” You pout, clenching around his fingers the best you can.

With a little groan, he rips his fingers from your cunt and pushes your legs up to your chest. Fitting himself against you, he grinds the underside of his cock between your folds grinning when you whine as the tip bumps against your clit. Finally, he pulls his hips back and pushes the tip into you, grunting when it finally pops in. He pushes in slowly, letting you really feel the stretch of him. Letting the thick vein on the underside of his cock slide against your walls, tip kissing at your cervix as he finally bottoms out within you.

“Fine, I’ll give you a baby. Fill you up and keep you fucking full until it takes.”

“Yes! Katsuki, please!”

“Can’t fucking wait to see you get all round, tits nice and full of milk for my baby. But you’ll be a good girl and share, right? Let me have a taste?”

He pulls his hips back and slams into you again, letting his cock force your warm, velvet walls apart. Pure determination and lust crossover his face as he slams into you. His fingers dig into the back of your thighs pushing them closer to your chest. The extra space allows him to hit just a little deeper within you with every thrust.

“Can’t wait to see you all fuckin round with my baby. Let every stupid fucker that flirts with you at the agency know you’re mine.”

“Suki! Please! You’re, fuck, you’re too deep, baby.”

He ignores your small plea and continues driving into you as hard as he can. A hand drops between the two of you, his fingers rubbing quick messy circles against your clit as he growls down at you. His cock hits all the right places every time he thrusts down into you, leaving your mouth hanging open, moans falling freely from it. A few more pointed thrusts from him and you’re suddenly cumming hard around him. Your release splashing against his thighs and lower abs.

“That’s it, princess. Fuck yeah. That’s what I like to see, baby.” He growls down at you.

“Suki! Daddy! Sensitive! Please, slow down!” You whine, pushing a hand between the two of you to push at his hips in hopes of slowing them.

“No, just hold still. You just gotta take a little more so daddy can cum.”

Ignoring your whines, he pushes your legs up a little higher in hopes of forcing himself a little deeper in you. Tears start to gather in the corner of your eyes as he never gives up his punishing pace. Bakugou suddenly swears above you, hips jolting into yours before pressing into you as he cums hard. His hips give small, half assed thrusts before he nearly collapses on top of you breathing hard.

“Fuck, that should be a good start. You good?”

“Sensitive.” You manage to get out as you attempt to catch your breath.

“Sorry, we’ll go again in a little while. Gonna keep going until it takes.”

Yo Shindo is kinda hot... 😳😳😳😳

MISSED DESTINATION | s. yo, bnha ˗ˏˋ shindou yo x f!reader ˗ˏˋ wc: 2079 ˗ˏˋ nsfw (18+), nsfw (18+), alcohol intoxication, modern!au, taxi driver!shindou, unprotected sex, creampie, car sex, fingering, light exhibitionism, minimal masturbation, oral sex (f! receiving)

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you stumbled out of the club, smoothing down the front of your dress as you steadied yourself. the night air was cool against your face—a welcome contrast to the hot, smoke-filled haze inside the club.

your mind was full of the overwhelming need to be home, to satiate the dull ache that’d been growing in your core from the moment you took your first sip of alcohol, to dream up scenarios in your head since clearly no man in real life—or at least, in that club—could compare to your imagination.

frustrated, you stepped out to the curb, throwing your arm up in an attempt to call a taxi over.

this is what happens when everyone i go out with is cuffed, i guess, you grumbled internally, hoisting your slipping purse back onto your shoulder. you’d left in a hurry, telling your friends not to worry and that they should just meet you back at the hotel you were staying at whenever they felt ready to leave the club. at least i can shower first and have the room to myself for a little while.

a car pulled over in front of you, a sense of relief washing over you as you realized that you could finally go home. you held the top of your dress to your chest as you bent to open the door, being careful to not stumble at the curb.

“hi, can you take me to the ritz?” you asked, slumping down comfortably in the backseat.

“sure,” a voice as smooth as velvet replied. “is it just you, darlin’?”

you perked up at the use of the pet name, focusing your eyes on the man in the driver’s seat. sober, rational you would have texted your friends the license plate of the car, but the you right now was drunk and horny—looking for a suitable target.

the man glanced at you through the rearview mirror, and from your angle in the back, you were able to catch sight of the crisp, white button down he wore with the first couple of buttons undone, leaving just enough space for the sparkle of his silver chain to peek through.

your eyes flickered up, meeting his in the reflection.

“just me, love.”

he merely smiled before starting to drive off.

“so you’re not from around here, are ya sweetie?” he asked casually, keeping his dark eyes fixed on you.

“no, i’m not,” you responded lightly, letting the strap of your dress fall a bit as you relaxed into the soft leather, lolling your head back so that he got a good view of your neckline. “came here with some friends, but ‘m goin’ back early.”

he cocked an eyebrow.

“they all have boyfriends,” you answered his silent question. “clubs are boring if there’s no one to dance with, you know.”

“and by that, you mean that no one danced with you?” he laughed lightly. “don’t lie, sweets.”

“it’s true,” you huffed, spreading your legs comfortably. “why else would i be going back early?”

“mmm,” he mused. “i suppose.”

maybe it was the alcohol talking, maybe it was the touch you craved, maybe it was just recklessness and adrenaline racing through your blood—but a tiny, devilish voice in the back of your head was responsible for bringing your left hand to rest on your breast, and letting your right traverse between your legs. the little shame you had left made you shift your purse so that it sat perched on your lap—a shitty attempt at hiding your driver’s view from seeing your fingers dip below the hem of your dress and up to your panties.

“hmm,” you breathed. “it’s a little hot in here, mind rolling down the windows?”

“of course.”

the breeze that rushed in made your hair flutter about your face, your earrings sparkling and dangling cutely.

your little ruse was too easy to figure out, the little purse on your lap obscuring just his view of your fingers and panties. he shifted uncomfortably in his seat, trying to ignore the growing pain of his hardening cock straining against his pants.

your eyes fluttered closed, using the alcohol flowing in your veins as an excuse to let go and ignore your surroundings, focusing instead on getting your fingers closer and closer to the deepening wet spot in your panties.

through the mirror, he watched your lips part slightly, your chest rising with shallow breaths.

the bulge in his pants continued to strain until he felt as though he could take it no longer, and in a moment of desperation he unclasped his seatbelt, the sound of it clacking into place jolting you out of your haze.

“oh? isn’t that dangerous?” you asked sweetly, innocently peering at him as though the tips of your fingers weren’t drenched in your slick.

“don’t you worry, angel, i’m pulling over,” he responded, making up his mind in an instant. “since you looked like you needed some help.”

before his words could even fully register in your mind, he pulled over in a dark sidestreet, the gentle sound of the leaves rustling in the breeze filling the air.

slowly, you remove your fingers from your hole, hiding them under your purse as you watch him get out of the car and stride towards the backseat door.

“w-why did we stop?” you asked, a mixture of fear and adrenaline creeping through your veins.

“i told you already,” he replied, folding the front seats easily and pushing them forward before crouching in front of you, his face by your knees. “you looked like you needed help.”

he coaxed a gasp from you, spreading your legs forcibly, causing your already too-short dress to hike up, exposing your darkened lacy panties.

“did you really think you could get away with touching yourself in my backseat, love?” he cooed, rolling your panties down your thighs. “that’s cute.”

your breath hitched in your throat, the feeling of your bare ass touching the leather seat only arousing you further.

“you’re lucky i won’t charge you for staining my seats,” he chuckled, looking up at you with blown out pupils full of lust. “it’s okay, i understand—you’re just so wet, sweetheart, stains are inevitable, you know?”

you whimpered when he breached your entrance, the feeling of just one fingertip sending shocks throughout your body.

“and—god, you’re fuckin’ tight,” he nearly moaned, mesmerized by the way your walls clenched around his finger.

you watched his fingers slide in and out of you, letting yourself relax way too easily in this man’s—this stranger’s—touch.

keeping a steady pace as he pumped one finger, and then two, and then three into you, he spread your thighs further, leaving a trail of wet kisses along the insides of your thigh.

“you got awfully quiet, sweets,” he said, looking up to study your face.

“kinda,” you breathed. “kinda hard to focus, y’know.”

he grinned, pulling his fingers out and sucking on them, relishing the sweet taste of your arousal.

“oh, my bad.”

he ducked his head to press a light kiss to your swollen clit, flicking his tongue over the nub, holding your thighs down to the seat as you spasmed.

your breathing grew more erratic, closing your eyes as the heat in your core started to spread. his tongue flitted in and out of you, pulling spasm after spasm out of you as you failed to anticipate what he’d do next.

he lapped up your slick like a man starved, the muscles in his forearm rippling as he continued to hold you down.

“c-close,” you said, strained. “‘m so close, please—”

he squeezed your soft flesh, as if to say go on, go on darlin’, you can do it, and you did, you came with a jolt, breaking free of his hold to wrap his head with your plushy thighs, moaning and panting as he helped you through your release.

the soft moonlight filtering through the window cast a pretty glow upon the light sheen of sweat covering your neck and chest, the city’s pretty night lights glimmering in their reflection on your skin.

he pulled away, watching you heave and pant, your half-lidded eyes looking down at him with an odd glimmer.

licking his lips, he smiled, about to move away when something compelled you to act, your hands reaching out to root themselves in his soft black waves, gripping and pulling him towards your face and locking his lips with yours in a deep kiss.

his tongue pushed past your lips, dancing with yours in a slow waltz as his hands explored the skin you hid beneath the fabric of the dress, trailing further upwards until he reached your breasts.

you could feel the hard bulge of his cock pressing against your leg and you reached for it, stroking it through his pants and growing more confident with your ministrations as he moaned into your mouth.

he pulled away briefly just to undo his pants, letting his cock spring free and swiftly moving to sit, pulling you onto his lap in the same motion so that you straddled him.

the buzz of the alcohol in your system caused you to register everything just a couple of moments late, only understanding your position when his cock was fully lined up with your dripping entrance, the head kissing your swollen lips.

there was a second where you could have sworn that time stopped, and you sat hovering above his lap, hands resting on his broad shoulders, dress straps hanging off your shoulders so low that your tits slipped out the top and the bottom riding so high that it lay about your waist, lipstick stains decorating his swollen mouth, two pairs of lust-filled, fucked out eyes staring into each other.

it was the only moment in which you felt your mind totally clear, and it really only lasted for a second—because in the next, he was inside you, fully sheathed in the comfort of your tight, wet cunt, wrapping him so tightly that each vein, each ridge of his cock found its place within your gummy walls.

breathy, light moans tumbled from both of your lips at the same time, mixing in the air as your juices combined in your core, his hands pressing bruises into your soft hips as he lifted and pushed you down onto his cock. your head fell back in pleasure and his fell forward into your chest, you drunk off the alcohol and him drunk off your pussy.

he latched onto your nipple, his tongue tracing shapes around the sensitive bud without losing pace, fucking you down into his cock.

“mmnh—god, pl-please don’t stop—!” you mewled, just barely holding onto his shoulders.

“don’t worry baby ‘m not stoppin’, not ‘till i feel that pretty pussy cream ‘round my cock, alright?” he breathed, his voice unsteady as he tried with all of his might to stop himself from cumming right then and there.

you babbled incoherently in response, too preoccupied with the sensation of being full, so utterly full of his cock that you couldn’t string two damn words together, and you fucking loved it. loved feeling like a whore, bouncing on some taxi driver’s cock in his backseat, moaning and screaming like the cumslut you were, uncaring—hoping, even—that someone outside would hear.

your sensitive cunt clenched and squeezed for all it was worth, feeling your pleasure about to burst at the seams as you approached your second high.

“fuck,” he said, gritting his teeth. “gotta stop doing that, ‘m gonna cum if you keep—”

but you were too high up to hear, or even care. his words went unprocessed, the knot in your stomach finally bursting, heat and pleasure and everything in between enveloping your body in a soft embrace. you came crashing down around him, letting your body slack in his arms, falling into the crook of his neck while your pussy contracted, milking him for his cum.

he felt his balls tighten, all too ready to empty everything they had into you, and he couldn’t hold himself back any longer from blowing his load into you, stream after stream of hot, thick cum coating your insides.

the two of you stayed put like that for a moment, catching your breath and letting your orgasms recede and fade.

“so,” he spoke, finally breaking the peaceful silence. “where was it that you were going, again?”

you smiled drunkenly, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“your place?”

he laughed.

“sure thing, sweets.”

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I am a sucker for breeding kinks... `(*∩_∩*)′

𝖞𝖊𝖘, 𝖉𝖆𝖉𝖉𝖞 | day one.

𝖋𝖙. togata mirio — breeding kink.

𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘. creampies, degradation, afab reader, hints of daddy kink, praise kink, mentions of cervix fucking and lactation kink, breast play, breeding kink, lots of dirty talk and pet names, begging, marking.

𝖉𝖗𝖆𝖇𝖇𝖑𝖊. 1,296 words.

𝖆𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗’𝖘 𝖓𝖔𝖙𝖊. unedited, ‘m nervous but we gotta show some appreciation to my favourite smiley boy.

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You landed on the bed harshly, a sharp gasp leaving your lips at the sudden motion. As you looked up at your husband, Mirio, his eyes darkened with lust and his hands itching to be touching and ravaging you.

The huge bulge in his sweats caught your attention. His erection pressed against his pants, begging to be freed of it’s confinement. You knew what got him this fired up, your conversation from earlier flashing back into your head.

—

You were seated on his lap, his muscular arms wrapped around you as you were engaged in a heated makeout session. Your hands gripped his shoulders, as the sounds of the movie you were watching were drowned out by the feeling of his lips moving against yours.

“What’s got you in such a hurry, baby. You really want me that bad?”

Normally, he would’ve responded with a teasing statement. Telling you about how he always wants you or how he’s just missed you but his bold attitude was nowhere to be seen, instead a dark blush covered his face. The embarrassment making him lose his confident persona.

Mirio pulled you further into him, his bulge pressing perfectly at your entrance, causing your jaw to go slack, forming an ‘O’ shape with your lips as he leaned his head down into your chest, pressing slow kisses to the soft skin of your breasts.

“I want to try something new, I just- I don’t want to make you uncomfortable. You can say no if you want but I-” You cut off his rambling with a kiss, pressing your lips against his before pulling away and offering him an encouraging smile. “You can tell me, baby. I promise I won’t judge you.”

With a deep breath he began to tell you all about his newfound kink, every word falling out of his mouth only turning you on more, making you squeeze your thighs together in anticipation.

A breeding kink.

Something about him filling you up and painting your insides with his seed, his cock buried deep inside you as he pumps you to the brim with his cum. He liked the idea of it, the thrill and you were willing to indulge him.

“Yeah? You wanna breed me, daddy? Then do it, fuck a baby into me.”

His intense stare felt as if his eyes were tearing holes into your soul. They were darkened, filled to the brim with lust. His desire to feel your body shaking on his cock as he pounded into you, filling your pussy with his cum was overwhelming his senses. It was a euphoric daydream that he had all too often. He was finally able to make that dream come true, and it was getting really hard to hold back. You felt vulnerable underneath his lustful gaze, and the way his body loomed over yours made you feel small.

The tight grip he had on your trembling thighs kept you grounded but did no help to soothe the ache between your legs.

“Focus, princess. I don’t want you thinking about anything else but me.” You could feel his skilled fingers teasing your nipples, pinching and teasing them before taking the hardened bud into his mouth.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful. I bet you’d look even better with your tits all swollen up, leaking milk for our future kids.” Your back arches, hands tugging at his hair as he buries his face in your breasts, biting and suckling at your sensitive nipples once again.

A whine escapes your lips at the feeling of him rutting his cock against your inner thighs, his slender fingers warmed your chilled skin as he dragged them gently along your sides, trailing them to the rim of your underwear. He slipped past the barrier with ease, smirking at the way you squirmed underneath his touch. His breath fanned into the valley of your breasts as his fingers made their way to your already dripping pussy.

“You’re so wet, baby. You want me that bad, hm?” You eagerly nod, wrapping your legs around him and pulling him into you to emphasize your need. He hums at your impatience, slowly making work of his pants, letting his thick cock slap against his toned stomach. “You want it that bad, then why don’t you beg, princess. I wanna hear how much you want my cock inside you, rearranging your insides.”

He grasps his length with one hand lightly slapping it against your entrance, teasing your hole with the tip of his member. Mixing the juices of your arousal with his precum.

“Fuck me, please. I want you so bad!”

You moan out in painful pleasure as you feel his hand harshly smacking your ass. “That’s not proper begging! Try again, sweetheart.”

His low voice rumbled your chest, sending shivers down your spine. Goosebumps prickled your warm skin. His seductive, yet intense words made you unconsciously arch your back, pressing your chest into him. He growls at your movement, earning a whine from your pretty lips.

“Please, daddy! Fuck me! I wanna cum all over your cock, I need you to make me feel good.”

There it was, the one word that made him lose all of his composure. He couldn’t resist anymore— He had to touch you, he had to feel you.

he quickly lined his throbbing cock up with your entrance before pushing himself all the way in, bottoming out with a loud groan.” “Fuck! I fill you up so well don’t I, slut! You can feel me all the way up here, look at that cute bulge on your tummy. Yeah, that’s where my cock is— ngh!

You hands flew to his back, looking for some sort of purchase as his cock stretched your hole open. his thickness caused a burning sensation at your entrance, but it felt so good to be full. Digging your nails into his back, you left crescent-shaped intents in the flesh.

His movement halts as he savors the feeling of your warm walls milking and massaging his member, his cock still buried deep inside you. “Shit— you feel fucking amazing, baby. Taking my cock so good.”

He starts pumping into you at a leisurely pace but it quickly turns animalistic as his hands grip around your waist, lifting your hips up off the bed and pulling you onto his member. He matches your movements, snapping his hips up to meet yours, each harsh thrust hitting your cervix. The intensity of it made tears stream down your face but you gripped him even tighter, begging and pleading him for more.

You feel his fingers interlacing with yours, his own way of comforting you as he fucks you senseless, his thrusts not once faltering. His primal urges controlling his body as he nearly folds you in half, pushing against you harder and pounding you into the mattress.

“You gonna cum, hm. You gonna cum for me, baby?” You weakly nod your head ‘yes’, unable to utter any words. He pants into your ear, hips stuttering as he gives you one last thrust before warm spurts of his cum releases inside you. “Fuck-”

He lazily pushes his cock into you wanting to ride out his orgasm before he finally stills, leaning over to give you a chaste kiss. You wince at the feeling of him pulling out, his seed slowly seeping out of your abused hole. You feel yourself dozing off, the exhaustion of your sore body sweeping over you.

As your eyes swifly fell shut you gasp at the feeling of his cock pressing up against your entrance once again. Your eyes widening at suddenly being flipped over onto your stomach, “Did you think we were done, sweetheart? Oh no, I’m gonna fill you up until you can’t take anymore.”

I really want a full blown sex sequel to this story, imagine him taking her in every position in every kind of foreplay... (︺︹︺)

Sweet Nectar

On the night of his coming-of-age ceremony, Bakugou stumbled upon a familiar cottage that he visited quite often when he was still a pup. Being back again after a few years, he expected to see the same old lady once again. However, something unexpected greeted him instead. Oh, happy birthday, indeed.

PAIRING | Werewolf!Bakugou Katsuki x Human!Reader WORD COUNT | 2.6k GENRE | Smut TAGS/WARNINGS | MINORS DNI, 18+ Content, 20+/Aged-Up Characters, Fantasy!AU, Mutual Masturbation, Unintentional Voyeurism  

A/N: (although his birthday is a minor theme here) Aaaa happy birthday to this boom boom man 🥺this is my first fantasy(?) au fic and i enjoyed writing this since this made me realize how much i love writing 💖anyway, I hope you enjoy this fic!

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Inspired by Little Red Riding Hood and Nectar - WayV. This is also a part of the Bakugou Birthday Bash Collab! Make sure to check out the works of other awesome people 💖

𝐀𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞  𝐋𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐩 𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐈 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮

There was something oddly peculiar tonight.

Extreme tenebrosity enveloped the whole land, enshrouding it with darkness. Not even the twinkling stars help to illuminate the dark fields. However, one figure rose prominently at this hour, the obscurity of the night accentuating it despite its light being weak.

Perched high above the leaden skies was a king on his throne—the moon, looming over the vast land. It glowed a peculiar color, radiating an enigmatic gleam. It was as if there was something terribly amiss.

The towns were already devoid of a single living being as soon as the sun had set. Villagers immediately secured their homes, locking their doors tightly so no one would be able to get in nor get out. Fear deeply coursed through their veins, their bodies trembling as they waited for the sun to rise once again. Even those who didn’t believe in a supreme being began to pray with sincere hearts, hoping that nothing will come to harm’s way during the night.

This night, may God graciously protect us.

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Cockwarming Scenarios

A/N: This is for my @bnhabookclub bingo card where I had the prompt ‘Cockwarming!’ enjoy sinners (:<

Pairings: Bakugo x Reader, Kirishima x Reader, Sero x Reader, Dabi x Reader, Hawks x Reader

Warnings: 18+, smut, cockwarming, (also breeding kink and dumbification in hawks’ whoops sorry)

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ᯓ★ suddenly, i had a valentine

shoto x gn!reader

based on valentine by laufey

a/n: for valentine's day bc i'm the L in lgbtq (loser) 😔

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shoto's always rejected affection.

from childhood, he'd been estranged from his siblings, being raised to become the new #1 hero. he could barely remember his mother's touch, his siblings' punches. he could only remember the feeling of tatami under his palms when he fell during training. he'd never really had friends his age either, due to spending all day inside with endeavor.

that all changed when he went to ua.

suddenly, he was known as the "handsome guy from class 1-a". there were people, boys and girls alike, who would ask him out. there was even that third-year girl who found the courage to ask him, a first-year, on a date.

he turned them all down every time. it almost became a reflex for him.

until you.

for some reason, he couldn't bring himself to say no. you'd brought him a box of chocolates for valentine's day, and he found his heart melting.

to his surprise, he found himself enjoying your company.

to your surprise, he asked you to be his a month later.

and here you are.

a year later, he asks you out for valentine's day with a box of chocolates.

it's sweet, you think. shoto's taken you to the fair that just opened, one that you'd mentioned wanting to go to. he almost looks ethereal in the soft sunset glow, with his hair falling in front of his eyes and the tiny smile adorning his features.

"you're so pretty, shoto."

you don't mean to say it, but when you see a faint blush dusting his cheeks, you find that you're glad you did.

there's a flicker of surprise, then hesitation, like he doesn't know what to say.

"you- you're pretty too, y/n."

and it's that moment when you realise that this is his first time. that this — what you're experiencing now — is the first time he's ever opened his arms to affection.

it's barely an i love you. but it's so incredibly shoto that you can't help but have your breath taken away.

and suddenly, it all feels so surreal.

it's like you blinked, and suddenly you had a valentine.

•Un caballero en toda la extensión de la palabra.

•Nunca dice groserías enfrente tuyo, en general no acostumbra decir groserías.

•Tal vez no sea el novio más expresivo o la pareja más cariñosa, pero realmente te ama.

•Muy interesado en tus pasatiempos e intereses. Será la primera persona en apoyarte y animarte si en algún momento no te sientes lo suficientemente bueno en tus pasatiempos.

•Él considera que la comunicación es una parte fundamental en la relación, no temas en comunicarle tus necesidades.

•Es una persona muy ordenada, es imposible encontrar desorden o suciedad en su casa.

•Muy sincero, tal vez demasiado.

•Completamente fiel, incluso desde la etapa en la que eran "amigos" se veía su comportamiento leal.

•Tiene una vida algo ocupada, pero siempre intentará hacer tiempo para ti.

Prácticamente es un 10/10.

•Iida Tenya, Genos, Spider-Noir, Silco, Dr. Hannibal Lecter...

•Es completamente egoísta, sólo se preocupa por sí mismo.

•Piensa solamente en su propio beneficio.

•No trata bien a ninguna persona, no tiene buen tacto para las relaciones.

•Su lealtad es dudosa.

•Al menos eso es lo que piensa la mayoría de las personas al conocerlo.

•No saben que su actitud cambia totalmente en el momento en que está con su pareja.

•En realidad, trata a su pareja de la mejor manera.

•Claro, mantiene parte de ese egoísmo, pero de diferente manera, más posesiva.

•No consideran que nadie, aparte de sí mismo, sea digno de tu atención.

•No tiene problema alguno en elogiar a su pareja, su pareja ni siquiera tiene que pedirlos, él mismo lo hace porque te considera digno de alabanza.

•Contigo se muestra sin reservas, sabe que puede mostrarse tal como es sin dar explicaciones.

•Te hará prometer que nunca le contarás a nadie el cómo es contigo, no quiere que los demás se enteren de su vulnerabilidad.

•Esa personalidad suave sólo está reservada para ti.

• Michael Kaiser, Gyokko, Neito Monoma, Bakugo Katsuki, Byakuya Togami...

Tamaki es un personaje mal entendido por el fandom.

La timidez es su principal característica, así que con esta cualidad se debe el gran malentendido. Que Tamaki sea una persona tímida no significa que sea totalmente inocente que nunca pensaría nada impuro. Es un adolescente mayor, sabe lo que es el sexo.

De hecho, sería preocupante el hecho de tener una mala educación sexual para su edad.

"Él no se atrevería a dar el primer beso".

"Tamaki jamás pensaría cosas picantes sobre ti, es muy tímido ante esos pensamientos".

En el anime se encontraba en su último año, tiene 17 años, ya está acostumbrado a ver parejas de adolescentes.

Claro, todo ello no significa que sea un pervertido de clóset, pero no podemos atribuirle toda la pureza e inocencia del mundo.

Sería algo gratificante ver más contenido de él siendo un adolescente con curiosidad sexual, que es COMPLETAMENTE NORMAL a su edad.

Esto también se refuerza con la escena en que habla por primera vez con Nejire, si el desea es totalmente capaz de comunicarse con nuevas personas.

Otro de los temas que también me inquietan es la típica idea de que tartamudea en cada palabra que dice.

Claro, en ocasiones Tamaki podría tartamudear pero sólo cuando se siente ansioso, incómodo o asustado.

A mí percepción, Amajiki es un chico con su timidez característica y grandes inseguridades, que le impiden una correcta comunicación con sus compañeros, pero si en algún momento es necesario, es completamente capaz de hablar con extraños.

Pero bueno, es mi opinión.

¿Cómo tratarían a su pareja? pt1

Personajes: Kirishima, Bakugo, Denki.

(Lector neutro).

Advertencias : Ninguna (Hágame saber si debo incluir alguna).

(Discúlpeme si existen fallas gramaticales o de redacción, intento mejorar).

NO AUTORIZO LA TRADUCCIÓN DE MIS OBRAS.

Kirishima:

Es un romántico empedernido, trataría a su pareja con máximo cuidado, especialmente porque no quisiera lastimarte con su Quirk.

Al igual que es romántico, también es apasionado. Le gusta mantener cierta cercanía con su pareja.

Mantiene una rutina de ejercicio rigurosa, se hidrata correctamente.

Admite que en más de una ocasión le ha pedido consejos a las chicas para organizar sus encuentros contigo, ya sea para la ubicación o los detalles en sí.

Muy nervioso a la hora de darte regalos.

Definitivamente es el tipo de novio que se ofrece a llevar tu mochila.

Demasiado respetuoso en cuanto a tus límites físicos.

Su autoestima mejoró en contraste a como se encontraba en la secundaria.

Bastante leal, una vez que se encuentra en una relación no se muestra atraído en otra persona que no sea su propia pareja.

Detesta las peleas de pareja, intenta arreglar el problema lo más pronto posible, llegando a un acuerdo a través de la comunicación.

A pesar de que odia tener desacuerdos con su pareja, entiende que en ocasiones son necesarios para mejorar la convivencia.

Bakugo:

Un completo cascarrabias, pero tolerable una vez que lo conoces mejor.

A pesar de su característico trato a sus compañeros, se mostraría considerablemente más blando con su pareja.

Tiene un mayor nivel de tolerancia con su pareja. Durante los estudios te explicaría de manera en que puedas entender los temas/conceptos fácilmente.

Te ayudaría a limpiar y organizar tu habitación.

Un poco dramático, se toma a pecho cualquier broma que le realices.

Muy puntual para irse a descansar, durante el día toma 2 descansos cortos de 15-20 minutos, en ellos tiene la expectativa que estés acompañándolo.

Te insta a que mejores tus hábitos de descanso.

Es una persona rutinaria, aunque no lo suficiente como para considerarse monótono. Le gusta mantener su vida con cierto orden.

Si algún día se siente particularmente romántico te cocinará algo personalmente (cabe recalcar que todo lo que cocina es extremadamente variado y saludable, con un pequeño toque de picante).

Es el tipo de persona que lleva un batido de proteínas para su rutina de ejercicio.

Te enseñará a realizar los estiramientos correctamente, tiene temor de que sufras alguna lesión durante o después del entrenamiento.

Es un novio atento, notaria cualquier cambio que te hayas realizado, ya sea alguna prenda nueva o un sutil corte de cabello.

Denki:

En más de una ocasión te pediría ayuda con respecto a los temas académicos.

Si ambos son igual de malos académicamente, tendrán que recurrir al intelecto de Katsuki para aprobar los exámenes.

Serías la primera persona en la que pensaría para los proyectos en equipo.

Siempre termina completamente agotado en los entrenamientos físicos, en el instante en que estén juntos se dejará caer sobre ti.

Regularmente se encuentra en busca de contacto físico, por lo que habitualmente estará rondando por tu espacio personal.

Parlanchín, durante la hora del almuerzo constantemente lo encontrarás divagando sobre cualquier tema para pronto desplazarse a otro totalmente aleatorio.

Aunque hable mucho y sea bastante sociable, sólo le muestra esa faceta y cercanía a su pareja o amigos más cercanos.

Si te encuentras en un estado de ánimo decaído, Denki sería una gran auxiliar para alegrarte el día.

Su horario de sueño es un completo revoltijo, solamente se va a descansar cuando está realmente cansado o en el momento en que recuerda que debería dormir adecuadamente.

Headcanons Toya Setsuno

(Lector neutro)

Advertencias : Apego emocional, relación inestable, baja autoestima, autodesprecio.

(Avíseme si falta alguno por incluir)

NO AUTORIZO LA TRADUCCIÓN DE MIS OBRAS

(Disculpe si existen faltas ortográficas, gramaticales o de redacción, intento mejorar).

Toya intentaba desesperadamente olvidar su pasado en el cuál fue totalmente traicionado por su antigua pareja, a la cuál amó tanto y le entregó un cariño inacabable, apoyándola en todo lo que pudiera, cumpliendo cada una de sus exigencias con la intención de evitar que la relación termine. Las cosas empezaron a empeorar y terminó por contraer una deuda monetaria altamente elevada a causa de su ex y siendo abandonado a su suerte.

Toya en un inicio no acepto sus sentimientos por ti, no quiere ser vulnerable y que te aproveches de él.

Durante sus primeras conversaciones contigo sería evasivo y se encontraría a la defensiva, esto se debe a que tiene el temor de volver a ser traicionado.

Mientras se conocían actuaría de forma inaccesible, debido a su doloroso pasado le era complicado volver a confiar.

Debido a la mala convivencia en la que se acostumbro un poco de amabilidad es suficiente para llamar su atención, cualquier gesto amable es significativo.

Ninguna persona que no fueran sus propios compañeros/socios de "trabajo" le había mostrado algún tipo de amabilidad con él.

Por lo que deberías iniciar con pequeños toques mientras te aseguras de no sobrepasar algún límite o incomodarlo, una vez que se familiarize a tu tacto se encontraría deseándolo constantemente.

Una vez que se acostumbra a tu afecto no podrás separarlo de ti, es muy apegado y recibirá gustoso cualquier caricia tuya.

Tendrás que tener en consideración que Toya podría desarrollar dependencia por ti, si no deseas ese resultado debes marcar tus límites desde el comienzo de la relación.

Para comenzar una relación con Toya necesitarás MUCHA paciencia para poder sobrellevar su inestabilidad mental y emocional.

Tiene la idea errónea de que las peleas de pareja sólo conducen a la ruptura de la relación, haciendo que evite lo más posible cualquier desacuerdo contigo, lo cual podría ser más perjudicial para su relación.

Necesitaría palabras de consuelo, afirmaciones de que no lo dejarás, necesita aferrarse a tus palabras para apaciguar sus temores.

Tendrías que asegurarle que lo amas en constantes ocasiones lo cual podría ser demasiado tedioso.

Una cualidad representativa de Setsuno es su gran susceptibilidad y sentimentalismo.

Está aterrorizado con el pensamiento de que le seas infiel o que disfrutes más de la compañía de alguien más.

Necesita desesperadamente la aprobación y el cariño de su pareja para sentirse amado.

En los momentos donde no se puedan ver te enviaría mensajes recurrentemente, la mayoría de los textos consistirían en decirte el cuánto te ama y lo agradecido que está de tenerte a su lado. Ten en cuenta que si le respondes de manera menos afectuosa a lo habitual su estado de ánimo decaería.

Toya está increíblemente agradecido de conocerte, antes de su primer encuentro sentía que su vida carecía de propósito, por esa razón se había encomendado tanto a su trabajo, sabiendo perfectamente que en el momento en que dejara de ser de utilidad sería totalmente desechado.

Se encuentra constantemente sobrepensando razones por las que no mereces salir con alguien como él, siente un gran autodesprecio por sí mismo, carece de confianza y siente que no tiene valor.

Tiene una gran necesidad de satisfacer a su pareja. Anhela grandemente ser un "buen novio".

Setsuno tiene el mal hábito de compararse con otros chicos, especialmente en el físico, afectando a su ya dañada autoestima.

Cree que comportándose de manera servicial y obediente podría compensar sus "defectos físicos" (los cuales no existen).

N/A : (Ampliaré los hcn en otra parte)

pointless love.

touya todoroki x reader

cw angst no comfort !

“Leaving without saying goodbye is cruel, you know.”

Even without turning around Touya can picture the expression on your face. He can hear the beginnings of tears choking up your voice, tears he knew you’d refuse to let fall. His wretched heart clenches, the pain is searing, a burning he knows all too well. His aching body screams at him to turn around, back into your healing arms, to curl into your comforting embrace and cry till his eyes are dried up.

But the bitter, burning rage in his mind, in his bones, in his very soul keeps his feet planted. He doesn’t turn, and he doesn’t look back.

Your heart beats wildly inside of you. You want desperately to run towards him, hold him and never let him go. You won’t. You're far too stubborn. Even though it feels like you can’t breathe, your head pounding because it knows that you cannot keep him here, even if you try.

You know Touya. You knew this day would come. The day when his bitter hate overpowered what little love he had for you. It was always going to happen. Inevitable. It didn’t stop you from kindling the fire of your love, even though it would never burn bright enough to prevail over his anguish.

Was it childish to hang onto that flickering flame? Most certainly. Pointless? Futile? Likely. But as you grew older, without him, you began to doubt that. Your love had meant something. To both of you.

But here, in this moment? As you watched him walk away without a word, without a glance back? Everything felt pointless. You wished you had never met him. You wished you had never fallen in love. You cursed yourself for stoking the fire, for letting yourself care for him when you knew better. You cursed him for walking away without even a word or glance. You cursed him for entertaining your senseless feelings, for playing along until he had enough.

Pointless. Stupid, childish, pointless love.

•••

touya cried as he walked away, but you’ll never know that!!

i was listening to the last part of paul by big theif UGH it’s so touya and you together after he escapes the facility to when he leaves and becomes dabi.

“i couldn’t stay, i’d only bring you pain.”

DAMN

“and i’ve been burning for you baby since the minute i left.”

WELL FUCK ADRIANNE THANKS

unfortunate roommate.

touya todoroki x gn!reader smau

an takes place after touya escapes the facility (i def wanna do more with this concept) js fluff, swearing and an endeavour mention

i love you touya i wish nothing bad happened to you i wish your dad didn’t suck i wish your quirk didn’t burn you i wish you had a normal childhood i wish you never became dabi i wish you were happy before the last few painful seconds of your life

i saw ur post about shoto smau request and girl…..same here! There’s not enough about my man 😔

here I am with my little request tho lol, basically just like Shoto has a super duper sweet girlfriend who’s always trying to do things for him and he’s so not used to it (given his childhood) like bringing him sweets and checking up on his feelings, and he is so shy to it so he just starts to spoil her endlessly like she does for him <3

this is so sweet i dropped dead and forgot to post this. I HOPE YOU STILL SEE THIS IM SORRY FOR TAKING SO LONG !! 💞💞

cw just fluff really, a little bit of shoto being upset but we’re here to comfort him <3

also little note : i don’t know wether to have shoto write in auto-cap, he probably would butttt i feel like he would start to copy the way you text so i did that here!

omg i just saw this reel and my mind went SHOTO USGICJEBCN

•••

imagine watching your beloved husband shoto colour in a page of a unicorn themed colouring book with your daughter at the dining room table, both of them completely absorbed in the activity, your sweet girl even sticking out her tongue in concentration.

or at least, she was, before she realised what time it was and scampered of to watch her favourite cartoons new episode that was airing on the TV.

but shoto hasn’t realised. too concentrated on the little unicorn picture he was diligently colouring in, he hadn’t noticed that his little girl had left the table, leaving him colouring in a kids book by himself !!

you held in your giggles at the sight, but honestly more than anything, it warmed your heart. shoto was so clearly and visibly enjoying himself. he was enthralled with the silly little colouring page, the expression on his face was completely contented, the world around him falling away as he focused on the mindless, silly and so sweetly childish activity.

when he finished, all the colour perfectly in the lines, he proudly looked up to show his daughter, confusion very evident on his face when her own littler face wasn’t there looking back at him.

•••

GAH ADORABLE WHAT

honestly i think everyone of all ages and genders and whatever should pick up a colouring book once in a while and have fun because ITS FUN !!!

mha + reader tweets (and texts) ! with a nice sprinkling of shoto x reader !!

sort of continuation of this, but i also went a little insane with the random stuff 😵‍💫

also i feel as though i should’ve cropped some of the longer images that don’t need to be but i’m too lazy nowwww ALSO RHE TEXT MODE CHANGES FROM DARK TO LIGHT, cause i made them at different times and i’m silly

content : just fluff and crack y’know, mention of reader having anxiety issues (self indulgent..) kamijirou crush implied, cursing, the amazing world of gumball and avatar the last airbender sneaks because i can OKAY

i hope you guys like this ITS SO RANDOM BUT I WAS LAUGHING WHILE MAKING IT SO!!

lmk if you giggled, ily guys

Hi (again)!! Going off of the flirty!reader x Izuku ask, could you do a SMAU for it, please 🙏🙏🤍 Loved your writing for it!!

im so glad you liked it!! with this i had the slight problem of not being able to convey izuku’s emotions through text in the way i wanted SOO.. i annotated it!!

idk if it’s good, so lmk, might have to zoom in on the photos to see everything! i’ll also put the un-annotated version here as well 💞

izuku midoriya x flirty!reader

cw : only fluff and cute awkwardness! hope you like! dammit messed up now and know. at my big age.

add on to this headcanon post (which i cant text link?? ugh)

annotated :

without annotations :

An smau request, one that's been bugging me for a while.

I dislike certain pranks, ones that are basically gaslighting or making the partner think they're cheating, stuff like that. Could I request Shouto, Izuku and whoever is your favorite comforting a reader who broke up with their bf for pulling that stuff and taking the chance to tell how they feel?

i completely get this, and i hope you enjoy this smau!

featuring : izuku, shoto, katsuki and ochako

cw : a little angst (reader breakup), mostly fluff and cute heartfelt confessions <3

izuku .

shoto .

katsuki .

ochako .

hope you enjoyed! likes, comments and reblogs are always appropriated and are guaranteed to make me giggle and kick my feet a lil

also cafe mami is a reference to where mera works in the disastrous life of saiki k, if u got that i’ll be confessing to you next

Hi!! What are some of your hcs for Izuku with a flirty classmate? Like, how would he react? Would he even realize that they're flirting with him?

omg izuku with a flirty!classmate!reader??!

i feel like he’d be SUPER flustered of course, but at first he’d just constantly convince himself he was interpreting your words wrong or jumping to crazy conclusions

then if you kept flirting with him he would start to think that maybe it was a joke? he’d heard you jokingly flirt with some of your other classmates too, so it was probably just a part of your personality, obviously nothing to do with him specifically!!

it would probably be kind of (super) frustrating that izuku didn’t seem to pick up on the sincerity of your flirting, i mean yeah it was something you did with a few of your close friends, but everybody else in the class could tell the way you flirted with him was genuine!

all the while izuku was slowly coming to the conclusion/opening his mind to the fact that you might just… actually have romantic feelings for him??

definitely lost sleep mumbling to himself in his room about all the different possibilities of your intentions that weren’t what you were actually doing (showing your genuine feelings for him through flirting)

he’s the type of guy to way the pros and cons before doing literally anything (me too, what can i say!)

and it’s not that he didn’t want you to like-like him like that, he felt the same way!! but it just still seemed impossible to him that you could truly have feelings for him.

it’d probably come to a point where you were flirting one day, he was blushing and looking away and you just burst out with an I LIKE YOU IDIOT!

a very sweet, adorable idiot that you have real romantic feelings for, but an idiot none the less..

overall, he would realise - he is very perceptive! - but he wouldn’t realise that your flirting wasn’t a joke, or a misinterpretation on his part, and in fact was you showing your true, genuine romantic interest in him. he would probably come to this conclusion on his own but i feel like it would take a lotttt of rationalisation (him thinking no one could be romantically interested in him) before he could fully accept it, and then talk to you about it UNLESS of course you used a more direct approach. (telling him you like him, right to his face, with irrefutable language) .

man he’s so cute UGH <3

shoto todoroki x gn!reader smau / mha tweets !

cw : i believe this is gn!reader but lmk if i alluded to fem reader in any of these and i’ll amend the title, fluffy and hopefully funny.. i find myself funny, hinted bkdk (outright boy kisser bakugo, could be bi though whatever u headcanon really) uhh i think that’s it!

lmk if you enjoyed, cause i made a bunch more!!

you didn't realise they had a gf

bakugou, eijiro, hitoshi, izuku, shoto (in that order) ⋆｡°✩— college!au (i live in australia so idk if it's the same cause i based these on my uni experience so far), you're a lil flirty def some ulterior motives and you find out that they're taken, smau

what lurks in the dark pt.2

sub!bakugou x soft dom!succubus!reader⋆｡°✩ — nsfw, p in v, tender sex, kats is eager to please, mommy kink, kinda fluff/comfort, 4.8k words

pt.1

It’s been months since Katsuki last saw you.

Before that night, he always felt your looming presence; a set of invisible eyes on him at all times. But since you revealed yourself to him, that feeling has long faded. He’s more tired and irritable than ever, a side effect of your touch. Despite this, you're on his sweet lips every night like a prayer. In desperation, he begs you to return. Only for his needs to go unfulfilled; his bed remains empty of a certain seductress.

You haven’t been able to muster up the courage to go back since you tasted him. His unique flavour — etched into your memories, yearned for by your tastebuds — repels you. It’s unhealthy how the memories of that night are on repeat whenever you close your eyes. You can’t escape them. And you can’t feed when he’s always on your mind.

It drives you up the wall, desiring his taste and his touch, yet having to keep yourself away out of fear. Fear of what things could become should you return. In your madness, you convince yourself that if you see him one more time, this ache in your chest will be soothed. See him only, nothing else.

As the sun dips beneath the horizon, you come out of hiding. With lithe movements, you sneak into his home and situate yourself behind the TV in his living room. He’s not back yet, you notice. No, it’s far too dark and quiet for him to be here. Every tick of the clock makes your heart race a little faster. 7pm turns into 8pm, and there’s still no sign of him.

At last, when you are about to give up and go back to the hell you crawled out of, the front door bursts open and the light is flicked on. You squint from the harsh brightness, an exhausted-looking Katsuki stumbling in like a mirage. He hurls a heavy suitcase onto the couch before plopping down on it with a sigh. He’s got little cuts on his face, the blood freshly dried.

You sigh quietly. A strange mixture of relief and concern fills your being as your eyes rove over him. Just like you remember, but oddly not. His under eyes are darker than you remember, and he’s got a slight stubble growing. You gnaw at your lower lip, wondering if that night has been eating him alive the way it has been you.

Your eyes widen as he groans, rocking his hips forward. He whispers so quietly and breathily, you strain to hear it, “Baby, I miss you.” Your heart stops, and heat rises to your cheeks as his words play on loop in your head. What—who was he talking to? You barely peek out from the side of the TV to catch a better glimpse of him.

His head is thrown back and fists clenched as he murmurs, “Really fuckin’ miss you.” His head lolls forward, his eyes clamped shut as his teeth grit far too tightly together.

You feel powerless at this moment. Every fibre of your being is screaming at you to reveal yourself to him, to cup his sweet cheeks and kiss his chapped lips until they’re swollen and bitten. But the rational side of you keeps you firmly rooted to your hiding spot. Because he could be talking about someone else, for all you know. Maybe while you were gone, he found somebody—

His small voice breaks as he begs, “Please, just c-come back. Even for a minute. Just wanna see you again. Please.” A lump forms in your throat as sweat beads down your neck. Oh, Katsuki— What you wouldn’t give to be with him once more. But you can’t. Youcan’tyoucan’tyoucan’t, you remind yourself. Why can’t you again? You can’t remember. You clamp your lips together, silently pleading them to keep all the sighs and whimpers elicited from his pain locked inside.

You’re convinced your eyes are lying to you as you see a single tear roll down his cheek. He chokes out, “P-please, mommy.” His voice drops to a whisper. “Please.”

That’s it. You refuse to let him suffer any longer.

It all happens in a flash. Katsuki swears he sees something fly by; he even feels the wind from your body as it hurtles through the air, and he knows it’s for certain when the light flicks off. Once again, he’s painted in the pale moonlight (your favourite filter on him). But he’s not afraid of the shadows like he used to be. He’s rather comforted, actually, because he knows you're there. It’s either that or Denki is playing a sick prank on him. And if it’s the latter, then that menace is not gonna live to tell the tale.

You push your emotions behind your mask before cooing, “You really missed me, huh?” His head falls back again as he makes out your curvaceous figure in the darkness.

He chuckles sombrely, “Look at what you’ve done to me, woman.” You stride toward him slowly, rejoicing in how his ruby eyes are glued to your frame, tracing every dip and curve like he’s trying to commit them to memory (he is). When you reach the couch, your fingers thread through his messy, blond locks. His head moves with your fingers, leaning into your touch while his eyes close.

He sighs, “Hate you.”

You giggle, “Is that so? Doesn’t look that way to me.”

He grins tiredly, “Hate missin’ you all the fuckin’ time. Why did you abandon me?” You whimper at his words. ‘Abandon’? That cut deep into your heart. It wasn’t like that, you swear. You would never abandon him. You just… needed some time away. Yea.

You shake your head, saying earnestly, “I didn’t abandon you—”

“Yes,” he cuts you off sternly. “Yes, you did. You were with me, and then after taking me to fuckin’ heaven, you disappeared. You abandoned me.” His eyes flutter open and gaze into yours, all of his pain and yearning shining brightly within them. You shake your head again, trying to dismiss his words. But they hurt. A lot more than they should if they were lies.

Your fingers brush the tiny cuts on his cheek. You murmur, “What happened, Suki?” He laughs gruffly, the sound devoid of warmth.

He mumbles cockily, “Was on a mission. Thought you might mind the place for me.” You hum softly as your fingertips caress his jawline; the little hairs are prickly against your skin like a cactus. Breathing in, you waltz around the couch. You halt in front of him, your palms open by your side, tingly and aching for his touch.

Hearing your silent plea, he reaches out to you and takes both hands in his. Your fingers intertwine, his much thicker and longer than yours, yet fitting together seamlessly. He tugs you forward gently, guiding you to straddle his lap. Feeling your weight on him, he sighs, reminded of that night months ago. When you were hovering over him, doing unspeakable things to his body and rewiring his brain to only function when you’re nearby.

He opens his mouth to speak, but you immediately cover his lips with your palm. You shake your head and say lowly, “Please, no more talking. Let’s just be together right now.” He nods slowly as you remove your palm; it’s slightly from his warm breath. His hands drag down his slacks before he cups your waist. His touch makes your brain go all fuzzy; it turns your body all pliant and soft for him like jelly.

You slump forward, wrapping your arms around his neck and burying your face into the crook of it. There’s no strength left in your body to refuse him. Not when you’ve been trying so hard over these last few months. He smells like ash and toffee, a scent you’ve come to love. Your lungs sear with it as he becomes your sole source of oxygen. His body is so warm and hard against yours; comfortable, familiar. Your wings relax behind you, spreading out gently to cover both of you.

Katsuki whispers in your ear before you can stop him, “Can I touch them?” You hum in agreement. His fingertips caress the top of your wing before gently dragging down toward the spot where they jut out of your back. You sigh in delight, feeling utterly soothed by his considerate touch.

You mumble into his neck, “I’ve never had someone touch them before.” His hand on your wing stills as he gazes down at you.

He chuckles, the sound vibrating in his chest and turning your bones to goo, “Oh yea?” You hum and almost purr as he resumes caressing your wings, his other hand stroking your hair.

You two sit in an easy silence for a while, just basking in each other. There’s a certain chill in the air, which makes you huddle up closer. The moon’s glow illuminates your entwined figures, little shadows tracing the crevices of your bodies. Your hand slides down his chest and comes to rest on his heartbeat. It’s stable and slow, contrasting with how it was last time. You chastely kiss his jaw and neck before nibbling his earlobe like a bunny does a carrot.

Sighing, he brushes your hair back from your face and kisses your forehead sweetly. With one hand, he grabs yours again and intertwines your fingers. His other hand wraps around your waist, his thumb gently stroking the soft flesh and rolls.

Like the sinful temptress you are, you shift on his lap, your ass momentarily grinding into his groin. He groans, hands steadying you as he weighs up whether that was on purpose or not. And he knows it was when you shift again, pressing your ass way too hard into him. You whisper his name in his ear, earning a low hum from his chest. You continue, “Can we go to bed?”

He sweeps you up, one arm securely around your back while the other cradles your knees. Your arms tighten around his shoulders as you kiss and nip at his Adam’s apple. Katsuki navigates his home with precision in the dark. No light necessary, not once does he bang into a wall or accidentally knock anything with your foot.

Finally, he opens his bedroom door and lays you down in the centre of his plush bed. Just being in here, with the curtain open and light streaming in, makes you reminisce. You giggle, “You really should have drawn your curtains if you were going to be away on a mission. You wouldn’t want to give any passersby ideas, would you?”

He climbs on top of you, his hands planted on either side of your head as his lips meet yours in a tender kiss. He moans into your mouth, calloused palms cupping your cheeks and angling you just right. He doesn’t press too hard against you, no. You can feel it in how softly he caresses your jaw, he’s holding back. Not because he’s afraid that you could disappear at any moment (I mean, he is, but that’s besides the point). He’s holding back because he wants you to guide him, to show him how you need his affection right now.

Your teeth graze his lower lip, making him shiver. His lips part even more, letting you slip your tongue into his mouth. You moan, lapping at his cheeks and gums fervently. Your kiss turns sloppy, the wet sounds your saliva popping every time you two pull back for air. Spit drips from the corner of your lips, symbolising your hunger for each other. You rest your forehead against his, chuckling breathily as his thumb wipes away your drool.

You sigh, “Suki, can we take it slow tonight?” He gently kisses the tip of your nose and then your nose bridge, eyelids, eyebrows, and every little imperfection.

He mutters into your cheek, “’Course we can, mama.” You hum quietly, enjoying his light kisses. He trickles down your jaw to your neck, teeth nipping at your hot flesh every so often.

He mumbles beneath your ear, “How about I please you this time?” Your chuckle gets caught in a whimper he pulls from your throat with his tongue licking up the side of your neck.

You exhale, “Is that what you really want?” He pulls back and meets your gaze, his full lips swollen from all your kisses. He nods before leaning back down and pecking your lips.

He groans against them, “Never wanted anything more than you.”

You shift underneath him, running your fingers through his dishevelled hair as you whisper, “Show me.” He glances at your lips while he licks his own before meeting your gaze once more. You tilt your head back, a slight grin on your face as you brush your nose against his. He closes the distance between you, enveloping you in a heated kiss. Speaking of heat, his body is so hot and heavy on yours. He cages you in, causing you to forget about your surroundings. Everything else is silent, it’s like you’re the only two beings that exist right now.

Down your body he trails, leaving love bites and lingering kisses behind. He gazes up at you as his fingers rest on the band of your bralette, seeking permission to take it off. You nod, sitting up with his help as you turn around and point to the ties. You sigh as he undoes them and pulls the little piece of fabric off your body, casting it into the abyss of his room. You gasp as his hands encircle your waist and his lips kiss the small horn at the tip of your wing. The feeling of his lips has you shivering as they dote on your wings, tracing every edge and bone.

His hand wraps around your throat, gently tilting your head back as he captures your lips in another kiss. His other hand kneads your doughy hips. You mewl as he presses his chest into your wings, his hand slipping from your hip to your thigh and squeezing the fat there. You tug on his hair, arching your back to taste more of him.

He whines into your mouth, “Can I touch you here?” His fingertips ghost your barely covered cunt. You pull away from his kiss, your chest rising and falling as your other hand coils itself around his forearm.

You pant, “Of course, baby. Let me show you how, okay?” He nods eagerly as you slip his hand under your double slit skirt, fingertips brushing your clit. You sigh as you slide his fingers down your folds, pausing at the bottom to gather all of your arousal before bringing them back up. You guide him to repeat this motion a few more times, your eyes closed and head resting on his chest as you enjoy the sweet sensations.

You then drag his fingers to rest on your swollen bud and start with small, slow circles. Your hand shifts up to grasp his wrist as you moan, “Come on, honey. Just like that.” Your breasts heave up and down as his circles get faster and messier. Your grip on his wrist tightens, stuttered mewls falling from your bitten lips.

When he starts to move his fingers back and forth, you pull his hand off your pussy. You whine, “No, baby. Just circles, okay? You can do that later.” He groans against your ear, biting the shell of it as you bring his fingers back to your clit. His other hand presses down your tummy as he rubs your clit harder, eliciting louder moans from you.

You can feel the pleasure building in the pit of your stomach, like a knot being pulled tighter and tighter. So imagine your dismay when he stops all of a sudden and pulls his hand out from under your skirt.

You cry out, “Why’d you stop?!” You twist back to look at him, only to see his deep blush as he sucks your juices from his fingers. Your jaw drops slightly, and your eyes widen, seeing the desperate hollow of his cheeks.

He groans as he pulls his long digits out of his mouth, “You taste so good, mommy.” He gazes at you with low-lidded eyes, smirking, “Think I could eat you out this time?” You nod, robbed of your coherence. He presses into you, his body so hot you could melt.

He grunts, “What would be more comfortable for you? On your knees? Or on your back?”

You chirp breathily, “On my back.” He nods and holds your forearms and waist as you turn around and lie down. You rock your hips up to his without warning, spreading your legs wide for him. He gulps and kisses your forehead tenderly before shifting down your body.

Katsuki perches between your thighs, eyes roving over your cunt like it’s an artwork he’s admiring. He licks his lips ravenously, so eager to taste you again already. With one last lingering gaze at you, he dives in, slurping at your folds and sucking on your clit with fervour. Your back arches at the sensation, moans tumbling out of your mouth from how good it feels. You can hardly catch your breath with the pace he’s going at. It’s like he’s been starved, and tasting your sweet nectar has unlocked something deep within him. Something wild and unpredictable.

He never falters. Not for a second as he’s eating you out like no man ever has. Your arousal coats the lower half of his face, soaking him in the richest wine. It revitalises his weary muscles and foggy mind, offering him a sense of clarity he hasn’t had since you disappeared. And nothing could be clearer than how much he needs and craves you right now.

You’re beginning to think your blond is Cerberus in disguise with how gluttonously devours your pretty little cunt. You can’t stop whining and moaning. Your fingers are tangled in his hair and tugging at it every time he sucks extra hard on your clit. You call out his name into the void, and all you receive are his hungry slurps and the squelching of your wetness.

Your orgasm builds rapidly, reaching a crescendo as you scream out. You hear him chant into your folds, “Cum for me, mama. Please. Please cum.” You yank hard at his locks as your back arches so deeply, like you’re possessed. You are, by the intensity of your climax. It crashes down over you, swallowing you up whole like a tsunami. You scream out his name, the only word on your lips like a prayer, as his tongue doesn’t stop.

He drags your orgasm out of you, leaving you a shuddering, whimpering mess. Your thighs are clamped tightly around his head, threatening to squish his brains out, but he welcomes it. Hell, he even encourages it with the way he continues lapping at your juices like the famished dog he is.

You cry out, “Suki! Suki, that’s enough now! ‘M really sensitive.” Your voice is the only anchor in this sea of pleasure. He pulls off your clit with a groan and rests back on his haunches, his erection so fucking obvious in his black track pants it makes you whine, “Just a minute, baby. Just-just g-give me a minute to recover.” He nods slowly, eyes on your curves as his tongue licks his drenched lips.

Katsuki leans back down, hovering his body over yours. Your hands paw at his chest as your teary eyes find his. He presses the softest kiss to your nose tip before capturing your lips with his. You moan loudly, tasting yourself all over him and inside of his hot mouth. It’s enough to send fresh slick gushing from your twitching pussy.

You tilt your head back, lips separating from his as your noses brush. You exhale, “Suki… Fuck.” He chuckles, face glistening in the low light. You continue, “Suki, I-I need you.”

He pecks your lips before murmuring against them, “How do you need me, mama?” You take a moment to catch your breath, closing your eyes as your chest rises and falls heavily; the last little tremors of your orgasm leave your body. Your nipples brush against the cotton of his shirt, hard and a little sore.

You find his gaze once more, holding it steady as you whisper, “Need you inside of me, Suki. Right now.” His smirks, that lopsided grin doing everything to you. He swiftly pulls off his shirt, track pants, and underwear. The darkness consumes them as he hurls them off the bed, large veiny hands coming to stroke his equally veiny cock. You moan, watching him spread his pre-cum down his shaft.

You sit up and tug him down to you, whispering in his ear, “Come on, baby. I won’t last another minute without you in me.” He chuckles, his hot breath fanning your ear as his hand finds its place beside your head. His other hand continues to pump his cock. You both gaze at it, slightly blurred by the shadows. You lick your lips in anticipation and whimper as he drags his tip through your folds.

“Fuck-that feel so fucking good, Suki. Please-fuck, please put it in me, baby,” you whine. He leans down, his lips on yours as he prods your entrance. You cry out at the burning stretch of him, causing Katsuki to pull back with wide eyes.

He murmurs, his movements still, “You okay, angel?”

You nod and pout, “I’m not an angel.”

He presses his forehead to yours, cursing cockily, “You scared the fuckin’ life out of me, angel. Can I keep going?” You hum in agreement, letting his little pet name for you slide. You’ll tell him off for it later.

The stretch stings so bad from your months of celibacy. All you can do is grit your teeth and squeeze your eyes shut as you suck him in.

Katsuki notices your discomfort. He grabs your clenched fist with his free hand, forcing it open and intertwining his fingers with yours. The gesture makes you giggle, but as he bottoms out, that giggle turns into the most heart-wrenching whimper.

He gazes at you with furrowed eyebrows and a tight jaw, saying harshly, “Fuck, just tell me to stop. I know it hurts—”

“’M fine, Suki.” You cup his cheek with your other hand, meeting his intense eyes as you quietly reassure him, “It’s just been a while, m’kay? I’ll be fine.” He huffs, his nostrils flaring as he dips his head back down and kisses you tenderly.

Breaking the kiss, he grunts, “Just tell me when I can start moving, yea?” You hum and lean up, catching his lips again with yours. His tongue slips into your mouth, swirling and sucking yours as his body presses firmly into you. He doesn’t lay on you because he knows just how fucking heavy he is. But he shifts impossibly closer, the slightest movement of his hips sending yours bucking and your head tilting back with mewls spilling over.

You whine, “Please, baby. It’s okay now for you to move.” He grips the back of your neck and carefully guides your head back to face him, his gaze locked on yours as he slowly draws out of you and thrusts back in. You swear that simple, agonisingly slow movement has knocked the air out of your lungs. For so damn long you’ve been waiting for this moment, and now that it’s arrived, you’re in euphoria.

The sounds that his bucking hips tear from your throat are inhuman (as you are). He can’t get enough of it, his weight sinking into you as he clings to you for dear life. His muscular arms are wrapped tightly around your frame, his back hunched as he passionately drives his cock into you. His lips are by your ear, the sweetest whimpers falling from them. One of your hands entangles in his hair while the other caresses his shoulder blades (and occasionally squeezes and scratches them).

The lewd sounds of your sex fill the suddenly hot air. Your bodies, now one, shine in the blue hues of the moon. The shadow of your joint form is cast on the carpet, a masterpiece that will be gone once the sun rises. Pleasure shoots through your body as Katsuki thrusts into you particularly hard, earning a breathy moan from you. It prompts him to go harder, beginning a cycle of louder whines torn from both of you.

He mumbles in your ear, “Fuck, mommy. Y’feel so fuckin’ tight.” You grin cockily, only for it to be stolen once his hips snap into yours.

You groan, “Fuuckk, Kats. Right there, honey! Right there.” He thrusts into you harder and deeper, massive hands grabbing the back of your thighs and wrapping your legs around his waist to get the perfect angle. You’re winded as his tip hits that spongy spot deep within you. You can’t remember that last time you’d been fucked this good.

His goddamn thrusts shake every thought out of your mind, leaving you solely capable of moaning his name and praises. You mewl, “So fuckin’ good, baby. Love it when you fuck me like that-fuck! You’re so good to me, aren’t you?”

He groans in your ear before biting your earlobe, “’Course I am. God, you’re so perfect, mommy.” Your breasts bounce against his chest, the friction sending even more waves of pleasure down to your throbbing cunt. You clench around him, spurring him on. His lips embrace yours in a deep kiss, with your exhale becoming his inhale. As you pull back, you see the sheen of sweat dusting his tanned skin in the gentle light. You smile softly before tugging him back down into another soul-stealing kiss.

He mumbles into your mouth, “What’re you smilin’ about?” You giggle, a string of saliva connecting your tongues as you peer at him beneath thick lashes. It snaps as you grin, “You say I’m perfect but-you’re just as perfect.” He shakes his head, his hips stuttering from your compliment.

He grunts, “Whatever.” You chuckle airily as you bury your face in the crook of his neck.

You moan into his skin, “Please, don’t stop, baby. It feels so good.” He groans low, resuming his impassioned pace. His hands trail up your forearms, and his fingers intertwine with yours again. He pins both of your hands beside your head and licks his lips as he gazes at you, panting wildly.

You swear that this is the closest you’ll ever get to salvation as he continues fucking you. The pleasure goes straight to your core, growing until it bursts with a shriek.

Your eyes glaze over as your orgasm consumes you whole. It claws up from the pit of your tummy, ripping cries and screams out of you, all for the man buried balls deep inside of you. You can’t help but clamp down so fucking tightly around him till the point where he can’t not cum inside of you. You thrash beneath him, moaning and whining as he spills his hot load into you.

Katsuki sinks into you, keeping you steady as he falls apart on top of you. He gives you the fill of a thousand, satiating your ravenous hunger. But not for long. Soon enough, you’re hips buck up into his, rocking slowly as the overstimulation hits. He hisses at you about being sensitive right now, but you couldn’t care less. You need more. So much fucking more.

Until dawn, you’re on his case. You put his pro hero stamina to the test, barely giving him more than five minutes of rest before you’re climbing back on top of him, pushing his thick cock back inside of your snug walls and drawing orgasm after orgasm out of him.

By the time chiffon light streams into his bedroom, you’re both utterly spent and sleep-deprived. You lie there, bodies soaked in sweat and each other’s fluids, cuddling and whispering sweet nothings to one another. He begs you not to leave as the sky grows warmer, but you have to. You’re not meant for the light. He knows that. And he lets you go, reluctantly. Very reluctantly, after drowning you in his kisses and marks and demanding that you visit him again soon.

You place one last tender kiss on his lips before vanishing into the sun-soaked clouds.

A love so sweet yet cruel; utter bliss when together, only for a parasite to feed. Not that you want to, but that’s what you are. The demon in you, the demon you are, can’t tell the difference between the man you love and the man you fuck for survival. But you hope that one day, it will.