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#My Hero Acadamia Smut
honeesucker · 1 year
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Pairing: ProHero!DynaMight | Katsuki Bakugo x Puppygirl!Reader
Word count:  2,263
Series Content Warnings: Little bit of a slow start... Graphic Depictions of Past Abuse & Trauma Response | Profuse Usage of Pet Names / All-around Softness | Bakugo Experienced Work-Related Trauma (causing near deafness, being put on leave from the agency, PTSD) | Eventual smut™ (will be tagged in individual chapters - to include but not limited to KiriBaku, HybridxHybrid, Hybrid heat trope, sex toy usage).
*Not Proofread.
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Katsuki Bakugo wasn’t a fundamentally nervous person. Sure, even as a Pro Hero in the public spotlight under constant scrutiny and dissection by media outlets and fans alike he experienced a normal amount of anxious awareness, but he wasn’t nervous – not like he is now, with his right leg jumping up and down rapidly, rubber-bottom boot creating a soft squeak that filled up the sterile room of the Musutafu Hero Recuperation Facility. It had been just over a month since the incident that gave him nightmares and left him with such severe hearing damage that he was currently unable to perform even basic hero duties for his agency – which is why he is sat where he is now, waiting. Hoping the next steps are what could get him back out into the city on normal duty than having his medical leave extended. 
He was losing his mind being left to himself and his thoughts each day, being told by doctors he needed to be still, and take is easy, and he was only losing his patience each subsequent doctor’s appointment that left him no closer to returning to Pro Hero work. 
“Tch,” the blonde ground his teeth as the indignant noise stuck in his throat; he swallowed it down with a harsh gulp. His ears were ringing when the two doctors walked in, eyes unfocused as the room and people in front of him blurred in and out of clarity, everything around him sounded like it was underwater, and he hated it.  
“Mr. Bakugo,” the doctor continued, Katsuki refocusing his attention on the man’s words, annoyed and thinking that Mr. Bakugo is my old man, not me... “we have some support specialists working with the latest auditory data set we took from you and they are getting closer to having a solution to get your hearing back to where it was before, and keep it there – even possibly making it better if all goes to plan.” 
“In the meantime, it is recommended you follow the strict guidelines for allowing your body to heal itself naturally,” the other spoke. “You need to make sure you’re not exceeding the maximum limit for minimal exertion we’ve placed on your physical activity, so you have a better chance of getting back to your pre-incident status.” 
“Yeah, yeah,” Katsuki sighed out, tired of hearing this same speech each visit. “Don’t overdo it, give my damn body time to heal – I got it.” The two doctors observed Katsuki with cautious eyes, but simply nodded their acceptance of his understanding. It was as good as it was going to get with him. 
“Another suggestion,” one of the two added. “We have provided you with an email detailing a program we’d like you to consider – your colleague Red Riot actually participates and could be a good resource for you if you have any questions about it.” 
“Please take a look when you have a moment and consider this a strong suggestion for helping you progress further in your treatment,” Katsuki eyed the two, irritated at the vagueness of the conversation, but swallowed down his disagreement and simply nodded. 
“Yeah sure,” his chair slid back with a jarring scrape as he stood, moving toward the door to leave, “I’ll read your damn email, but I want progress updates from the support nerds.” He didn’t wait to hear their reply as he pushed through the door and hurried down the hall. He hated hospitals, hated the itch of memory in the back of his mind at the sterilized smell that gave him goosebumps and had him picking up the pace to rush out the side exit before heading to the sidewalk to wait for his friend to come get him after he shot him a text that he was all wrapped up. Another annoying outcome from the accident and the resulting toll on his body – he couldn’t drive himself as it was deemed too unsafe for him.  
Bullshit. 
“Hey Bakubro!” Katsuki’s eyes snapped toward the boisterous voice, seeing his red-headed friend waving his arm out the passenger window of his car. Katsuki ripped the door open and sunk into the passenger seat, Kirishima avoided asking how this appointment went the second he saw Katsuki’s demeanor. The two men drove in silence on the way to Katsuki’s apartment when the silence was cut. 
“Doctors mentioned an email they sent me about this program,” Katsuki tested the water, being unsure what the program his doctors suggested he partake in he wasn’t sure if it was good to bring up with Kirishima at this moment. “They mentioned you’ve taken part in it before... Was curious what it’s all about,” Katsuki wouldn’t add the unspoken because I trust your opinion, but he knew Kirishima knew him and his nuances better than anyone since they’ve been side by side since UA. 
“Program...?” Kirishima wracked his brain for a few minutes until it clicked.  
The Hybrid Rehabilitation Foster Program.  
A program that matches people with hybrids who have been rescued from inhumane circumstances with a person who needs support in their healing journey, and who is believed will benefit from focusing more on rehabilitating another which has been shown to have equally beneficial results with the healing person themselves. Kirishima had first taken part in the program after he was put on medical leave due to a villain fight that nearly left him dead – his body and his mind took almost a full year to heal, and he nearly gave up entirely. On Pro Hero work, on himself... on life. His doctors had mentioned the program and Kirishima wasn’t sure at first – how would he be able to provide a good home to someone who needed stability and support when he could barely pull himself out of bed? He got matched with a wolf hybrid, TetsuTetsu, who had been rescued from an underground fighting ring, having to kill other hybrids just to be able to get locked in a cage alive for another day. TetsuTetsu was surprisingly positive and open for someone who had gone through what he did, but he still had issues – Kirishima slowly helped break him of his more undesirable reactivity and in return TetsuTetsu gave Kirishima a reason to get up every day, make food, go for walks... talk about things that weighed on him, and before he knew it, he was making strides rebuilding his strength with his new training partner. Kirishima still had TetsuTetsu living with him, and Katsuki had met him several times now, but Kirishima never divulged how their relationship came to be – just alluded to him adopting a hybrid in need. 
“Yeah! If it’s the one I’m thinking about it’s a pretty great program,” Kirishima finally spoke. “It’s a rehabilitation program for hybrids who were rescued from bad situations. They place them with a person who they feel would benefit from having something to care for while working on their own journey too.” 
“Tch,” Katsuki snorted out, “sounds like a pain in the ass waste of time.” 
“It’s how I adopted TetsuTetsu,” Kirishima stated out loud for the first time to his friend. Katsuki noted the stiff body language from his friend, knuckles white as they gripped the steering wheel. “When I was out on leave for that year after...” Kirishima couldn’t finish the thought, the memory still a sore spot. “I was out on leave, and it got bad dude. I really came close to just giving up.” Katsuki had seen his friend in a lot of lights, weak and strong – but Kirishima never revealed what happened after that incident that left him injured when he was on leave for that year. Never thought for a second his life came so close to not having that shitty red hair and sharky smile in it, never thought he’d ever have that brotherhood bond ripped from him. Katsuki swallowed hard, the lump in his throat the size of a boulder.  
“That bad, huh?” Kirishima just flashed a half-smile, watching his friend shift uncomfortably in the seat. 
“Yeah,” Kirishima sighed, “it got pretty bad. I was against the idea at first, not thinking I could take care of someone when I couldn’t do it myself but it’s amazing how your mind overrides itself to keep going for someone else... and having TetsuTetsu around really helped me get back on track to be back where I am now.” 
Katsuki had been chewing on the inside of his cheek, eyes narrowed into a concentrated death stare before he noticed that they were parked in front of his apartment building. “I do like that annoying rockhead,” Katsuki finally said. Kirishima just laughed and gave a gentle punch to his friend’s shoulder. 
“Just think about it dude,” Kirishima smiled, seeing the cogs turning in Bakugo’s head. “They provide a link to the rescue sight so you can see some of the hybrids they have in their facility right now – and look into next steps if you end up going that route...” Bakugo had stepped out of the car listening to his friends, and before shutting the door with a quick Later, dude Kirishima added - “it’s worth it Bakugo.” 
Slam. 
Kirishima just laughed, watching Bakugo enter his building before pulling away to head back home. Intending to text Bakugo later to see where his head is at and see if he wants to talk more in depth about the program. 
Bakugo made his way up to his apartment – opening the door and stepping into the genkan to slip out of his boots and into his bright crimson and black Red Riot house slippers – a joke gift from his friend but functional enough that Bakugo didn’t mind replacing his old ones with them.  He’d never outwardly admit it but he had a love for sentimentality even when it made him uncomfortable, and Kirishima always had such a shit eating grin on his face when he came over to Bakugo’s house and saw them still being used. 
Bakugo’s apartment was wide open, a minimalistic space with deep chocolate colored wood laminate flooring and a traditional shoji style wall, some actual shoji, and some just styled in a more traditional way with wallpaper and wood accents. The whole living room wall facing out toward Musutafu was made up of large windows that lead to a fairly decently sized balcony with a bonfire and patio set, and down a short hallway was the spare room that currently housed his office where he could complete some more of the menial work from home, and a pull-out couch for guests. His bedroom was an equally large, open space but housed a King-sized bed with plush comforters and pillows, a wall dedicated to All Might memorabilia he collected since he was a child and was connected to a luxury bathroom with a deep tub and natural rock wall shower that doubled as a steam room. 
Bakugo took his time getting showered, changed into loungewear and set to work through some of his most recent light work assignments, and finally his emails where one caught his eye immediately. 
Musutafu Hybrid Rehabilitation Foster Program, LLC <[email protected]
To: Bakugo, Katsuki <[email protected]
Tue, Nov 8 at 10:26 AM 
Hello Katsuki Bakugo, 
Congratulations! You have been extended a conditional offer of consideration for adoption as a part of the Hybrid Rehabilitation Program per a request from your medical team at the Musutafu Hero Recuperation Facility. Please note that this adoption offer is contingent upon the completion of the necessary online paperwork and tasks, as well as your attendance to the required hybrid informational seminars prior to the adoption process. Additionally, your offer may be contingent on screening results (e.g., background check, reference check), as applicable for the adoption. 
In advance of you coming to the facility, please follow the link below to complete required paperwork and tasks as stated above. You will also be redirected to our facilities availability calendar to choose a day to come in and tour the facility, speak with staff and begin the introduction process at your convenience. 
Thank you for your cooperation. If you have any questions, please feel free to contact the facility and ask to speak to the Managing Director.   
Best regards, 
The M.H.R.F.P. Team 
Bakugo stared at his computer screen for the longest time before deciding to click on the hyperlink that led him to the rescue facilities website. He was on autopilot as he filled out all of the personal information, required questions (both information-gathering and personal) and even wrote in his concerns in a concise manner in a provided box for additional comments before hitting submit and staring as the screen buffered with a loading wheel until it finally read ‘Thank you! A member of our staff will be contacting you shortly to confirm your appointment date!’ He didn’t know why he easily accepted this opportunity despite his growing hesitation, again unsure that he could or should be seeking to take care of something else when he could barely manage to care about himself beyond pushing himself into getting back to his normal Hero work... but a nagging feeling at the back of his mind told him this was something worth checking out. 
“Hell, if shitty Broomhead can do this program then so can I,” he finally said, shutting his laptop and heading toward his bedroom to sleep.  
Underneath the plush covers, in the darkness of his room, Bakugo drifted off into a dream of what awaited him upon meeting a hybrid. 
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bakugosatoru · 3 months
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Pretty for the Press
Requests Open! Warnings: Graphic Smut (This is pure PWP smut, MDNI) Genre: Smut Fic Type: Medium Length Fic (4.5k Words) Fandom: My Hero Acadamia Ship: Dabi x Hawks Authors note: My first longer fic! I'm not sure how I feel about it but I like it enough that I do want to share it! I've been working on it for an embarrassingly long time so I hope you like it! Also Dabi is really soft in this and its a little out of character but oh well. Synopsis: Hawks has defected to the side of the villains and is now standing in the League of Villains hideout bathroom, and he needs a haircut. Dabi offers to help. What could go wrong.
Also here on AO3 if you prefer to read over there.
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It isn't exactly the Marriott. The yellowing porcelain of the benchtops and the stained brown sinks work to remind him exactly where he is. The bathroom at the league of villains hideout. The porcelain is cool against his hands, his face leaning in towards the cracked and dirty mirror.
It's been three months since Hawk defected to the side of the villains, away from the world of heroes, the world of being a hero. So here Hawks stands, instead of his hero funded penthouse with the nicest things money can buy, he stands in a bathroom, staring at himself in the mirror. Tugging at the strands of his hair. He always forgets how quickly hair grows when not being cut every two weeks to keep up an appearance. 
“So this is why you spend so fucking long in the bathroom huh? Damn you really love looking at yourself that much Birdie?”
Dabi stands, lounging against the doorframe dressed in black sweatpants and a ratty old tank top. Hawks scowls, wondering how long he’d really been there.
“Fuck off Dabi, was just trying to figure out which one of you psychos I’d trust with scissors to cut my hair” The ex-hero smirked, leaning back from the mirror to meet Dabi’s gaze.
“And what was the verdict?” Dabi mused as he wandered over to stand next to Hawks, whose wings quickly tucked into his body to make room. 
Hawks didn’t answer, just going back to pulling and rearranging his hair before huffing and messily tying it back in a stubby ponytail. Dabi spun around and sat against the sink, watching Hawks intently. Hawks feathers puff and ruffle slightly, subconsciously, as he feels Dabis gaze dig into him. It's not often they get time alone together, usually they are either surrounded by other members of the league or fighting for their lives. Doesn’t exactly leave a lot of time for talking. Dabi picked up the discarded and rusted scissors off the counter and held them in front of his eyes, cutting at the air a few times for good measure.
“I mean, I could do it..” Dabi said, spinning the scissors around his pointer finger and tapping his other hand mindlessly against the counter.
“Promise I won't slice ya” 
“Well that just fills me with confidence” Hawks scoffed.
“I mean, the offers there if you want. If you want to keep growing out your hair ‘till you start looking like a homeless guy hanging outside the headquarters that's your call Birdy” 
Hawks paused for a moment, looking over at Dabi. Dabi glanced at him momentarily before returning his gaze to the scissors spinning in his hand. Hawks hated to admit that Dabi was probably his best choice. He couldn't trust Compress or Twice to just do a small trim (they always had a flair for the dramatic), Himeko might get a bit too snip-happy with the scissors and Shigaraki isn't exactly a big fan of… hygiene in general. 
“Fine” Hawks huffed, finally leaning back from the counter.
“Yea?” Surprise painted Dabi’s voice as he hopped off the counter and strolled behind Hawks, yanking a cheap plastic chair over from the corner of the room and placing it right in front of the mirror.
“Well take a seat, get comfortable. Want me to wash your hair first, scalp massage maybe? Perhaps I should get you a cup of tea?” Dabi mocked in a sing-song tone.
“Oh please do, I expect only the best service from a stylist as famous as yourself” Hawks scoffed as he rolled his eyes. He sat down on the chair and leaned back, Dabi now towering behind him in the mirror. A moment paused between them as Dabi looked down at his hair, a hand reaching out gingerly to hold a few strands between his fingers, the back of his hand brushing against Hawks neck gently. Hawks felt a shiver pass through his body to the tip of his wings and he just prayed Dabi didn’t notice.
“Uh actually I might have to wash it…” Dabi mumbled, all the joking bravado in his voice replaced with a nervousness Hawks had never heard coming from the villain before.
“Hm?” Hawks questioned, tilting his head to look up at Dabi, seeing the living skin on his face dusted with a soft pink hue.
“It's just easier to cut wet hair.” Dabi said as he spun the plastic chair around, so that Hawks was now facing him, his back to the sink. Hawks' breath caught in his throat as he looked up at Dabi, who was leaning over to turn on the faucet. Was Dabi going to wash his hair? This really hadn't been how he expected this to go, he assumed Dabi would cut a few inches off his hair and be done with it, but this was a side of Dabi he hadn't seen before. A softer side.
“Okay lean back, the water shouldnt be too hot but my hands aren't exactly great for gauging temperature so if your skin melts off, not my fault.” Dabi said as he moved over to the shower in the corner of the bathroom and snatched up a bottle of shampoo and conditioner. Hawks leant back, awkwardly tilting his head under the faucet to line himself up so the water was in his hair instead of covering his entire face.
“Twice will kill you if he finds out you're going to use his weird expensive shampoo”
“No, he’ll kill you. You're the one using it, I'm just putting it in your hair” Smirked Dabi as he strolled over to the left of Hawks and reached into the sink to help rinse his hair. Hawks felt himself tense as Dabis fingers brushed against his scalp, before relaxing into the touch and letting his eyes shut to prevent getting water in them. 
“So what about that tea you offered?” Hawks smirked as he felt Dabi pour some shampoo on his head and start massaging it into his hair. If he tried really hard he could probably pretend he was back in one of those swanky hair salons his agency used to send him to, but honestly? He preferred this, though he wasn't fully sure why. 
“Hey what the-” Hawks sputtered as he felt water be splashed onto his face. Dabi laughed as Hawks wiped his eyes with his sleeve, opening his eyes to look up at Dabi. His mouth opened to scold him but he paused, Dabi had this mindless smile on his face, not one of his signature smirks, but a genuine smile. 
Hawks hadn’t ever seen Dabi smile like this before.
“I was about to say you were good at this but after that I might have to retract that statement” Hawks teased.
“Aw c’mon Birdy, you like it” 
“Yea I guess I do” Hawks said, his voice quiet, so quiet that Dabi nearly didn't hear him…. But he had heard him.
“I’m sure you had this done all the time when you were a hero” Dabi snipped, a strange venom in his voice, but Hawks just shook it off.
“Yea, too much actually. They would send me every few weeks to make sure my hair was always perfect. ‘Gotta keep up appearances’ they would tell me. So they’d send me to some overpriced salon and get me all dolled up for the press” Hawks sighed, remembering his old life wasn’t exactly his favorite pastime. 
“Which do you like better?” “Hm?”
“Your old salon experiences or this one?” Dabi asked as he washed the last bit of conditioner out of Hawks hair and swapped to rinsing the hair clean. Hawks paused for a moment, staring up at Dabi.
“My old hairstylist was never so gentle” Hawks mumbled, still gazing up at him. Dabi tensed at his words, pulling his hands away and wiping them on a towel. Hawks scolded himself in his head, he was having the perfect moment with Dabi and he had to go say something stupid and spook him. 
He opened his mouth to apologize, or try to play it off, or do something to turn back time to only a few moments ago, but he was stopped by Dabi’s hand resting against his cheek as he leaned in and began to softly dry his hair. Hawks leant forward so he was no longer halfway in the sink as Dabi gently dried his hair with the towel before using the towel to wipe away the water that had splashed on Hawks face.
“I'm sure your old hairstylist never did this either.” Dabi whispered as he placed the towel on the counter and leant down, cupping Hawks face in his hands and brushing their lips together ever so softly, as if asking for permission. Permission that Hawks was more than happy to grant as he reached up and wrapped his arms around Dabis neck, kissing him deeply. Hawks’ mind was racing at a hundred miles an hour. Never in his wildest dreams could he have expected this. Of course he liked Dabi, Dabi was strong, funny, passionate and beautiful. But Dabi was also, well, Dabi; he didn’t expect him to feel the same way.
“Well?” Dabi asked, breaking the kiss but not pulling away. Their lips softly brushed against each other as he spoke.
“Oh, huh?” Stuttered Hawks, every thought in his brain fully occupied with what had just happened.
Dabi chuckled softly, gazing at Hawks' kiss-drunk expression. 
“Have any of your hairstylists ever done that before?” He smirked, kissing Hawks for just a moment before pulling back to allow him to answer.
“No, but I don't mind if this one does” He murmured, mustering every ounce of confidence in his body to stand up and pull Dabi back into a scathing kiss, his hands gripping his black spiked hair, being careful not to pull any staples or hurt the scarred skin. Hawks was usually good at this kind of thing, being a confident hero was all part of his image. Swooning the ladies, charming the press, it was second nature to him. But this? This was different, he had never felt so exposed, he was laying himself bare for a man who he had assumed wanted nothing to do with him. He was offering himself to Dabi, and if Dabi pushed him away now? He would never recover.
But Dabi took his offer
“Wanted to do this for months” Dabi whispered against Hawks lips. Scarred hands gripped his thighs and lifted Hawks up onto the bathroom counter. The plastic chair clattered to the side as Dabi stood between Hawks thighs, kissing him deeply. One of Hawks hands began to tug at the hem of Dabis' shirt. Dabi lifted his arms, allowing him to lift the shirt over his head and toss it to a corner of the bathroom. His hands began to trail along his scarred chest, his finger gently tracing the seams between scarred and living skin. For the first time, Dabi seemed to pull back, breaking the kiss and turning his head to the side.
“You okay? Does that hurt?” Hawks quickly started to pull his hand away but Dabi grabbed it and placed it back on his chest, holding it there and squeezing it slightly.
“No it's fine, just… been a while since anyone touched them, I guess; weird feeling. Just…keep going” Dabi sighed, his head dropping against Hawks shoulder, his hand dropping to the birds thigh as he began kissing along his neck.
“Okay” Hawks whispered, his hands dragging along Dabi’s chest, dragging down towards the hem of his sweatpants, mindlessly fiddling with the drawstring for a moment as he felt Dabi bite down against his neck, licking at the indent left behind.
“Shit- Dabi” Hawks hissed, his hips twitching. 
“Your room, now, please” 
“Don't gotta tell me twice songbird” Dabi hummed, stepping back and dragging Hawks off the counter.
Songbird… Hawks liked that one.
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Hawks got the wind knocked out of him as Dabi slammed him against the now closed door to his room. He was going to wake up the entire League and he truly didn't seem to care. Because he finally had that stupid bird in his arms.
“Do you know how long i've been trying to get your attention?” Dabi growled against his ear, his hands grabbing Hawks waist. Hawks let out a whine, flattening his chest against Dabis.
“So fucking pretty birdy, everyone wanted to be with the hero Hawks hm? Fucking sucks for them all, ‘cause I get villain Hawks and he is so much better.” Dabi used his grip on the ex-heros waist to push him towards the bed, shoving him backwards. He fell back, his wings splaying across the bed. Dabi couldn't help but smirk. Laid out just for him. He crawled over and straddled Hawks, before leaning forward to catch his lips in a kiss once again, their hips rolling against each other sloppily. They were making out like two teenagers and they couldn't care less. Hawks broke the kiss for a moment to rip his own shirt over his head, but it took a little longer as he had to slide his wings out of it, which Dabi thankfully helped with.
“Always wondered how those wings got in the way of getting dressed, guess now I know” Mused Dabi, his thumbs rubbing circles in Hawks thigh.
“Heh, yea, just as cumbersome as you would think” Laughs Hawks as he finally manages to escape his shirt, launching it across the room.
Dabi paused for a moment, his hands now pressed flat against Hawks chest as he shifted his weight, sitting on his lap. 
“Well Birdy, how do you wanna do this?”
“I mean, being on the bed is a good start…”
“No you dumbass,” Laughed Dabi.
            “Do you wanna top or bottom, I don’t mind either, I mean I usually top but I could be convinced to switch…I just need to touch you” He hummed as he dragged his nails across Hawks chest.
“Oh yea.. um” Hawks paused, his heart leaping into his throat as he looked at the ceiling, his face going bright red.
“Songbird?” Dabi paused, his hands flattening out to gently rest against Hawks hips.
“We don't have to do this if you don't want to. I didn't mean to…” Dabi trails off, self doubt filling him. Did he force Hawks into this? Hawks was probably grossed out. Was it his scars?. Dabi's mind raced a hundred miles an hour as he slowly went to climb off Hawks lap.
“No No it's nothing like that” Hawks exclaimed with a slight panic, his hands pulling Dabi back to his lap. He paused, Hawks entire face was burning red.
“I've just… fuck this is embarrassing. I've never done anything like this… before?” He mumbled, his eyes still avoiding meeting Dabis at all cost.
“What? Really? This is your first time with a dude?” Dabi exclaimed. He didn't mean to sound so surprised but, the number 2 hero? The professional flirt? Had never been with a guy?
“No not just with a guy” Hawks whispered, he looked like he wanted to curl in on himself until the world itself disappeared.
“Birdie, you a virgin?” Dabi asked, surprise lacing his voice.
“Yea…. The commission didn't exactly like letting me out of their sight and dating or hookups were out of the question so…” Hawks shrugged. 
Dabi paused for a moment before reaching a hand out and gently tilting Hawks chin down so their eyes met.
“Songbird, do you want to do this?” He asked, his voice that soft whisper from before that made Hawks heart melt.
“Mhm”
“I need words, Birdy.”
“Yes,” Hawks said before kissing Dabi softly. There's no one else he'd rather have his first time with. He threw his old life away to join the league, but deep down, he threw it away to be near Dabi, he wanted a new start, he wanted to do all the things he could never do, and if one of those things is getting railed by his hot edgy villain friend? Then he was going to do it.
“Alright then Songbird, here’s what we’re gonna do, you're going to leave everything to me, I’ll take the lead and take care of ya’. Any point you wanna stop, just say the word and we will.” Dabi smiled, that sweet smile again. Hawks would trust this man with his life… ironic considering their past. Dabi hooked his fingers into the loops of Hawks pants and worked to pull them off his legs. Hawks lifted his hips so Dabi was able to fully free him, his boxers doing absolutely nothing to hide the shape of his arousal straining against the fabric.
“This hard for little ol’ me Birdy? I’m flattered” Dabi teased, his mouth latching to Hawks exposed collarbone as one of his hands gave Hawks a light squeeze over his boxers. Hawks opened his mouth to reply, but he was only able to muster a whispered whine as Dabi set his mind racing with just a few touches.
“Fuck, your voice Songbird” Dabi groaned as he pulled back for a moment, quickly ridding himself of his own sweatpants. He grabbed Hawks hand and pulled it to feel against the growing bulge in his boxers.
“Feel what you do to me baby?” Dabi asked, Hawks didn’t respond, his hips shifting as he fought to get any friction against the growing desperation between his legs. Dabi smirked. Watching Hawks get so desperate before even getting his boxers off was driving him crazy. Dabi finally gave Hawks some respite, grabbing the waistband of his boxers and pulling them off him, his cock red and the tip wet with precum. 
“Lie back for me okay? I’m going to make you feel so good” Dabi murmured as he tilted Hawks back on the bed before positioning himself between Hawks legs. He leaned over to the nightstand and grabbed the small bottle of lube he kept there for… personal reasons. He quickly discarded his own boxers before pouring some of the lube on his fingers and warming it up.
“This might feel weird at first but I promise it gets better” Dabi said as he dropped his slicked up finger down between Hawks legs, gently circling it around the rim before pushing it in softly. Hawks let out a hiss as his body got used to the strange intrusion. Dabi leaned forward and kissed along his collarbone in apology as he began to work his long finger in and out. He kept going until he was sure that Hawks was ready.
“Shit” Hawks moaned quietly as Dabi slipped a second finger into him, moving them around and scissoring them apart gently, working him open.
“Oh just you wait Songbird” Dabi smirked as he started to move his fingers slightly deeper, moving around, looking for that spot that would make his Birdy see stars.
“Fuck Dabi!” Hawks clenched around his fingers as he moaned loudly.
There it is.
Dabi let out a chuckle as he slipped a third finger into Hawks, loving how the ex-hero had begun rocking back onto his fingers. He kept working him open, making a conscious effort to only brush against his prostate once and a while, as to not end their fun too early, it was the birds first time after all. Hawks moans grew louder as Dabi continued to fuck into him with his fingers, his lips attacking any blank patches of skin across the birds chest, covering him in hickies. They would definitely have some questions to answer from the rest of the league tomorrow but neither of them could care at this moment.
“Dabi, fuck me please, I can’t take it anymore” Hawks whined out, his hand gripping against his partners scarred shoulders.
“Well how could I say no to that pretty voice baby?” Dabi purred out, but his mind was anything but calm. He didn’t realize how much of an effect Hawks voice had on him, he was shocked he didn’t cum right on the spot from hearing him beg, he was even more shocked he had just called Hawks baby. But no time to unpack that right now, right now all he needed was to get inside the stupidly sexy bird hero strewn in front of him. He quickly poured some more of the lube onto his hand, stroking his neglected cock a few times. He locked eyes with Hawks, the ex-hero was breathing heavily, his eyes watching Dabi hungrily, his whole face and neck bright red, besides the patches of hickies that were already starting to turn purple. Every breath seemed to send a quiver through each and every one of the feathers that sprouted from his back.
“Deep breath for me Birdy” Dabi pushed Hawks thighs apart as he lined himself up between his legs and slowly began to push inside. 
“Holy shit”
“You okay? Need me to stop?”
“Stop and I’ll rip your dick off” 
Dabi let out a laugh that quickly tapered into a groan as he bottomed out inside Hawks. He paused for a moment, his thumbs rubbing circles in Hawks hips, in an attempt to give the bird a moment to adjust. Hawks quickly let out a frustrated chirp and began to rock himself back against Dabis cock.
“No fucking patience” Dabi smirked as he slowly started to thrust into Hawks, not wanting to be too rough and hurt the poor bird. He dragged his nails up and down Hawks chest and shoulders, worshiping his toned body and the way his feathers quivered every time he brushed them with his fingers. But it wasn’t enough for Hawks, he wanted more. Don’t get him wrong, he was very thankful that Dabi was being so gentle and patient, but he didn’t want gentle, he wanted Dabi to make sure he never forgot this feeling. He wanted Dabi to make him scream. He rocked his hips impatiently back into Dabi’s thrusts, willing him to speed up.
“More Dabi, please” Hawks pleaded again, in that begging voice that Dabi couldn’t resist.
“Your fucking insatiable” Dabi chuckled darkly.
“Here I am, trying to be a gentleman” He slowly pulled out, until only the tip was still in.
“Be nice and gentle for your first time, but I think you just want me to fuck you into this mattress… isn’t that right Birdbrain” Dabi quickly slammed back into Hawks, yanking his thighs to bring them flush against each other. Hawks let out a choked moan, nodding eagerly as Dabi set a brutal pace, using Hawks hips and thighs to yank him back to meet his thrusts. Moans began spilling out of Hawks mouth completely unashamed, his hands gripping into the sheets for any kind of support as his body shook with each of Dabi’s thrusts. Dabi reached up and grabbed Hawks face, yanking him into a searing kiss, his tongue exploring every inch of the whimpering bird's mouth. 
“Fuck me your tight” Dabi growled against Hawks lips.
“Your jus -fuck- just big” Hawks choked out between his moans, eliciting another laugh from Dabi. He gritted his teeth, still slamming his hips roughly into his whimpering Birdy. Dabi really didn’t want to cum first but fuck did Hawks feel fucking incredible.
“Hey Birdy, roll over for me okay, wanna try something” Dabi said, pulling out and helping Hawks roll onto his stomach, his wings splaying out into the air after being cooped up against the bed for so long. Dabi slowly pushed himself deep back into the ex–hero, Hawks letting out a satisfied coo as he felt himself be filled again, this position making it feel even deeper. Even more intense. Hawks lifted his hips up, leaning forward on his knees, arms folded on the bed, his head resting against them. His ass on full display.
“Fuck Birdy, you’re gonna be the death of me” Dabi growled out as he returned to the brutal pace he had started before. Hawks kept up his chorus of moans, whimpers and chirps as he felt Dabis cock hit his prostate head on, this position making it even harder for him to keep it together.
“Dabi” He stammered through his whimpering tears “Not gonna last”.
“Gonna cum for me Songbird? Need to feel you clench around me, come on baby” Dabi cooed, one of his hands snaking down to Hawks dripping neglected cock, stroking it roughly in time with his thrusts, while his other hand grabbed the base of his wings roughly, his fingers curling and tugging on the sensitive feathers.
“Agh- Fuck Dabi!” Hawks let out a litany of loud moans and whines as his back arched into Dabi’s touch, his climax hitting him at full force, painting his stomach and the mattress with his cum. 
“That's it Songbird, just a little more, you're squeezing me so tight… shit” Dabi gasped out between gritted teeth as he felt Hawks climax rack his body. Both his hands shot to the base of Hawks large wings, gripping them tightly as he hit his limit. He collapsed forward against Hawks back and wings as he came, filling Hawks as deep as he could. Hawks mewling and chirping from the overstimulation. 
They laid there, both desperately trying to catch their breath. Dabi using the last of his energy to pull out, earning him a quiet whine from Hawks, and flop to the side of his sweet, exhausted bird (being careful not to crush his wings).
“C’mere birdy” Dabi mumbled, yanking the tired bird onto his chest, allowing him to nuzzle into the crook of his scarred neck, a hand gently running over his sides and the tips of his wings. The large wings had curled around the two of them, covering them both in a soft red canopy.  
“You good?” Dabi asked, turning his head to press a kiss onto the side of Hawks head.
“Mhm, so good” Hawks sighed, his words muffled by Dabis' shoulder. Dabi lets out a relieved breath he didn't realize he was holding and wraps both his arms around Hawks waist tightly, kissing the top of his head. 
“You know, we still have to cut your hair, Songbird” Dabi mused, resting his head against Hawks’. 
“Can do it tomorrow, don’t wanna move” Hawks whined.
“I have a feeling we’ll be a little busy tomorrow” Dabi smirked.
“Why? I didn't think we had a mission” Hawks asked, suddenly much more conscious.
“We don't, but Birdy, you just moaned on my dick loud enough that I'll be shocked if anyone didn’t hear it. We’re gonna have some questions to answer”  Dabi laughed, rubbing Hawks back as he saw his neck and ears turn red.
“Shit…” Hawks let out a groan. He had forgotten about that… tomorrow was going to be a long day. Dabi let out a laugh, hugging Hawks tightly to his body.
“A problem for tomorrow Birdy, get some rest for now” Dabi sighed, pulling the blanket over the two of them and relaxing back into the mattress, clutching his Birdy closely to his chest. He finally had him, he wasn't going to let him go any time soon.
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kitsunesmutxxx · 2 years
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Chapter 1: The Taking...
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Pairing: Overhaul x Fem!Reader
Characters: Overhaul, Kurono
Warnings: kidnapping
Summary: Intro to a smut story for Overhaul, providing background to how you became significant to him. The tag to follow for this story will be 'kitsune x overhaul smut.
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5 years...
It’s been 5 years since you discovered you have a supernatural ability in your hometown of Musutafu, Japan. A city where you are surrounded by hundreds of thousands of people with extraordinary abilities that are unique to their own. In this universe, these powers were known as… 
                                                       … Quirks.
Throughout those years, you worked hard to get your Quirk to its full potential, lightly using it on a daily basis to better understand what you're truly capable of. You didn’t quite recognize it at first, but your earliest recollection of developing your Quirk was masked by your survival instincts that kicked in due to a robbery at a Convenience store you had passed through. Before the crime had happened, you had a subtle low pitch ringing in your ears, and hummed right up to the point a ragged man walked in through the front doors. You thought nothing of it at first, until the man had the clerk at gunpoint.
After this moment, you began to notice a consistency between the conveniently timed low pitched ringing, and any sort of danger near you, and took heed of its warning. As the year progressed, so did your Quirk. Later into that same year, you were startled to hear voices within your head, only to realize that these voices weren't from some sort of split-personality, but were from the people around you; A new development in your Quirk that was allowing you to hear the thoughts of those around you, without the consent  of the people near you. 
In the following year, you practiced your Quirk day by day, gradually expanding the reach of your psychic ability. With enough focus, you soon found that you could also see into people’s memories and even watch their dreams, potentially exposing their deepest, darkest secrets. And only after a short amount of time, you then enhanced your Quirk to the point that you could alter a person’s memories, making them believe whatever you would have wanted them too. 
And soon, you were able to give your Quirk its very own name:
                                               Mind Invasion.
Seeing how your Quirk had developed throughout the years, you knew it would be dangerous to register it with the government, taking into consideration the rise of crime and rumors of the infamous All for One returning. With this in mind, you decided it would keep you safer to be listed as “Quirkless” in the records, and prevent any harm to yourself. 
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                        ~~Present Day~~
On a random weekday just after midnight, you waited until the latest hour to explore the half asleep city to practice more mind reading and memory alteration. The emptying streets made it easier for you to focus on your Quirk with little distractions. However, tonight was a special night, and the perfect opportunity to truly test your abilities in action. Rumor had it that an old underground gang has resurfaced, and their new leader has been spotted in a local area trying to recruit more members. 
Their gang was called the Shei Hassaikai, a new image of the Yakuza, and every low-level thug and small-time criminal would kill to be recruited by the legendary gang. Reports had flooded in that they had been gathering near the wet markets just downtown, making deals in the back alleys out of sight. And with big names such as theirs, you had a feeling that it would become popular with some interesting characters in the streets. This made it sound like the perfect place to see how far you could take your Quirk, but you knew you had to be careful and blend in with the local crowd.
Once the time felt right, you made your way towards the more crowded sections of the market, hoping to catch any sort of action. As you got deeper into the stalls and stands, you could feel the soft hum of a low pitched sound coming to ring in your ears. Trying to determine the location that you're being warned of, you could hear the low ringing become more intense as you came closer to an ally in between two stalls. 
As you followed your instinct, you navigated the complex pathways behind the buildings until you came up to a dark and narrow alleyway, with the soft glow of a street light shining just around the corner. Just as you tread in the dark, you carefully approach the edge of the building, hugging your back against the wall, trying to get a good peak around the corner without being noticed. You could see a small space that led to a dead end, and three figures in total: Two thugs, and one regular man. 
Thug 1: “Looks like you were short on your payment last week. And the boss ain’t too happy with the lousy amount you send us. Tell me…Where’s the rest of it?”
Victim, stuttering: “B-business has been t-tough.. I.. I don’t have the r-rest of it-” 
                                               *PUNCH*
*Thug 2 lands a heavy blow to the man, causing him to cough heavily*
                   I wonder… as you thought to yourself.
You tried to focus on the first thug that was doing most of the talking, and wanted to try to alter his memory of the incomplete payment, but the angle you were at and the rush from your heart beat made it difficult to concentrate. And the only thought left was to try and get a better view of him, and to get closer. You browsed your surroundings for a better location, but there was no other option than to peer around the corner. While you were trying to get a better view, your hand slipped from the edge of the wall as you leaned in a bit too far and you stumbled into plain sight of the thugs, catching their attention.
                                                                            I’m screwed…
          “HEY!” 
                            “What are you doin’ sneakin’ ‘round here?!”
With the thugs’ attention on you, the victim saw his window of opportunity to make a run for it. 
      “H-Hey! You get-....”
                        RRRRRRRRRRRrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
                                                                 “DAMMIT!”
The first thug threw his hands in a fit before turning to you with a malicious glare. You could feel the low hum in your ear growing louder as the seconds passed. “I’m gonna kill you for interfering with us…” he growled. As you barely had a chance to react, his partner lunged right at you with his arm cocked back ready to swing. You ducked as fast as you could, feeling the force of air from his swing graze the top of your head before his fist landed into the brick wall. The contact from his powerful blow echoed on the walls, as a cloud of dust exploded from the inflicted area.
With the cover of the dust from the impact, you used it to escape from the dead end and maneuvered through the complex pathways of the back alleys. You knew that your only chance of safety was to make your way to a public area, and to the nearest precinct for local law enforcement, but you didn’t pay attention to which direction you originally came from. Your heart was racing, and each dim light you passed under made it difficult to make out the objects in front of you, and their light shined a little less with each step. 
As you descended further into darkness, you could feel the presence of the two thugs disappear from behind, but the low ringing sound still resonated in your ears. Although no one was in sight, you didn’t slow down as you felt uncertain of your own senses. So you took a brief glance behind you, only to see the pitch black alley. Even though no one was in sight, you still had to dodge obstacles ahead, so you turned to look forward and
                                               *SLAM*
With the momentum of your body bouncing off whatever you ran into, you landed heavily on the ground with a growing ache on your forehead from the impact. While you gathered yourself, you firmly gasped your head in an effort to comfort the pain; Your hands and rear throbbed from the landing. But before you could collect yourself, you became overwhelmed with an intense sensation through your body. The weight of the air around you grew heavy as your body was held down from a tingling sense. 
You sat there, frozen with fear, hesitant to look up at the persons in front of you. As your eyes made their way up, you could see a man at your feet, dressed in a long white cloak, hooded, and covering almost all of his body. Peeking out from his hood was a burgundy plague doctor’s mask lined with gold stitching, and silver hair tipped with pointed arrows. But behind him were two sinister gold eyes, glowing in the darkness. As your eyes locked with them, you could feel your breath escaping your lips, taken by the fear they put into your body. 
A faulty street light flickered from behind, until it finally stayed lit, casting a soft glow over his figure. It made it difficult to make out specific details of his appearance, however, he slowly walked in your direction, giving you a better view. A green bomber jacked with purple fur lining the collar rested on his shoulders. And underneath wore a black dress shirt and pants, with a clean white tie. As he walked closer to you, you could see the street light reflect off the gold plating of his own plague doctor’s mask. Although it was burgundy like the other, it only covered the lower half of his face, allowing you full view of his glistening gold eyes. His short, feathered brown hair was exposed, and three gold stud earrings for each lobe. 
      It’s… Him…
                      The rumored leader of the Shei Hassaikai…
                                             …Overhaul…
You sat there paralyzed. A numbness creeping throughout your body as your eyes filled with fear. You knew that there would be danger coming to a place like this, but never did you think you would actually come into contact with a Yakuza. 
“Y’know…” grunted his henchman, “It’s rude to bump into someone and not apologize…” 
Although you heard his voice, you didn’t have the strength to respond under the immense pressure of his sinister presence. As you stared at him longer though, you could feel his narrow eyes giving off a seemingly…  soft look. They were mesmerizing, and the longer you looked, the easier it was for him to lure you in. Lost in his golden eyes, you accidentally activated your Quirk and could hear his deep voice echo in your head. 
             Why is she staring at me?...
                                                 I hate when people stare…
Your facial expression changed instantly once you realized what you were doing, and you turned your head to avoid his glance, as if you were a dog that had just been scolded. But Overhaul noticed your reaction, and became interested in your behavior as he looked down on you.
        “You could hear what I was thinking… couldn’t you” he asked.
As you snapped your head back in his direction, your eyes met with his a second time, still barely able to let any words slip past your lips. Shit.. You knew that the situation was already bad, but having him of all people know what your quirk is would prove dangerous. It would be best to wait and see how to play it out… but you couldn’t wait long. Annoyed with how long he’s had to wait, he walks right up to your feet before crouching down to eye level with you, never breaking eye contact.
       “Did you hear what I said?”
Your body began to temple in fear, as you struggled to make out any words. “I.. I’m sorry”, you stuttered, “I didn’t mean too..” Overhaul’s expression never changed, but you could sense a shift in the air. Although Overhaul was showing his interest in you, his henchman from behind seemed a bit stand-offish.
       So you can hear my thoughts… Overhaul’s voice said in your head.
  Interesting…     
    You could prove useful to me then…
                                      Shit..
                                                              He knows.. 
Out of nervous behavior, you took a gulp as you sat there helpless. As your eyes broke contact, Overhaul stood up and slowly tread around you, observing every inch of you. As you stared off into the alley in front of you, you could see his henchman growing uneasy, removing his hands from his pockets. 
      “Tell me,” said Overhaul, “what else can your quirk do?”
You still sat there speechless, trying to think of what to do, or even say.
Do I tell him everything, and pray I stay alive?
Should I be crazy and try to alter his memory real quick?
Or do I keep quiet and hope he just leaves me be?
As Overhaul continued to circle you, he came to a stop in front of you again, and you could still feel his golden eyes piercing through you. Gracefully, you looked back up at him, doe eyed and all, admiring his appearance. For a big-time baddy, his figure and composure was sure alluring. 
Growing impatient with your response yet again, Overhaul reached his hand out to you, and his gloved fingers gently, but firmly, grasped your jaw, softly squeezing your cheeks to assert his dominance.
Don’t make me kill you…
As you heard his voice in your head again. You could feel him gently pull your head to him, allowing your neck to slightly stretch as your eyes locked with his again. You were hesitant to answer him, since you weren’t entirely sure what his true intentions were. But you heard his voice in your head once more.
                I asked you ‘what else can your Quirk do’...
His eyes were so persuasive, and you weren’t sure of what would happen. But you realized the low hum from earlier had disappeared.
Am I safe now? How?
Either way, it would be smart for now to explain, and at least see how things play out. He may let you live after all… He released his grip from your jaw to allow you to speak freely… 
      “I… I call it Mind Invasion…” you said softly, keeping eye contact with him as he stared back down at you. “I can hear a person’s thoughts without their consent… no matter how much they try, I can always hear or see what they’re feeling…” Overhaul seemed intrigued, and wanting more than what you were giving him. He knew there was more to it based on your body language, and he wasn’t going to let you keep it from him. 
                                                           Keep going… he asked in your head.
“If I have a target, and can focus on them enough, I can see into that person’s memories if I wanted to… and learn everything I want to without them knowing.” Once you finished, his hooded henchman scoffed in disbelief. “Enough Kurono,” said Overhaul, as he looked back at him. “Let her prove it.” His golden eyes looked back to lock onto yours again, eager to see what you present before him. He signaled for his henchman, Kurono, to come closer to you. 
    “I want you to show me what you see from his memories,” gestured Overhaul, “And then we can decide if you’re worth keeping alive or not.”
You looked up at Kurono, searching for his eyes through the glass covers on his face. As you took a deep breath, you delved into the pool of memories circling inside his head. As you locked onto one, you began to describe the scene that played out before you. “I see… a balcony,” you said. “And it’s overlooking a part of the city at night.” Kurono looked to Overhaul in a cautious manner, reminiscing in the most re-lived memory in his head. 
“I can see you [Overhaul] with a black face mask and a black dress shirt with the top buttons undone, and you leaning on the railing with your arms, and your fingers intertwined.” Overhaul continued to stare at you, with his brows slightly raised. What else? You could hear him say in your head. “He [Kurono] stands behind you, watching you [Overhaul] hang your head in frustration… you two are talking about how ‘the old man doesn’t understand something’...” 
As you finished, you could see Overhaul nodding his head to Kurono before turning away to walk into the shadows again. “That’s enough for now.” Overhaul said, sounding pleased with what he’s learned. “ I think you’ll be of great use to us… Kurono.” As Overhaul disappeared, Kurono lowered his hood to reveal his silver arrow-tipped hair with short and long pieces. 
Naturally, you raised your arm up to try and defend yourself from what would happen next, but instead gave him the upper hand. A short piece of his hair stretched out towards you, piercing your arm. As you stared at him, your body became heavy, and your movements slowed down tremendously. What.. is this? You tried your best to move away from him, but your limbs moved at the speed of a snail. 
Watching you struggle, Kurono made his way just to the side of you with his arm raised to strike. “Sorry for this,” he said. “I’ll try to be gentle.” As soon as those words left his lips, he swung the narrow edge of his hand to the back of your neck, knocking you out. Even though it was slow, you could feel his arms embrace your limp body, as he carried you into the darkness.
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chaepink · 6 months
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DAY 1: BITE ME, BABY | BLOOD KINK
midoriya gets his blood sucked by you, a vampire, and maybe enjoys it a little too much
⋆ ࣪. ❤︎ PAIRING ⸻ izuku midoriya x vampire!reader
⋆ ࣪. ❤︎ WARNINGS ⸻ dom!reader, begging, blood kink, biting, dry humping, slight choking kink, finger sucking
⋆ ࣪. ❤︎ WORDS ⸻ 1.3k words
KINKTOBER EVENT
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"Come on~ just a little taste, please?" You grin, flashing your sharp canine teeth at the shaking boy in front of you. Fear flashes in his eyes when he looks at your teeth, his eyes widening. He decides to quickly lower his head instead, avoiding eye contact and remaining unresponsive.
He wishes he hadn't wandered by himself into a seemingly unoccupied building in the middle of the woods at night just for a dare. If he didn't he wouldn't have been caught by you and pinned before he could do anything.
When he tried to escape by removing his hands from your grip and kicking you, he found out that you're much stronger than he was, having not even budged even when he used his quirk. The hand on his waist was seemingly innocent but now he know it was to keep him pinned against the wall.
You frown at his silence. This was turning out to be harder and taking longer than you thought. After ages of not being able to get any human blood, you're rather hungry and you're not sure how much longer you can last without any.
You lean forward slightly, your mouth near his ear as you whisper into it.
"Please? It probably won't even hurt." Well, you're not sure about that. "Plus-" you start, eyeing his pale neck that's right under, licking your lips. "Maybe it'll even feel pleasurable."
Midoriya shivers at the close proximity, squeezing his eyes shut. You can't see the look on his face but you can feel the heat starting to radiate off his face, making you grin. You can't help but give the top of his ear a small teasing bite, making his breath hitch, before leaning back to observe his face.
He's still looking at his feet and you give a small sigh, beginning to feel slightly bad for him.
"It probably won't even take that long-"
"O-Okay…"
You pause, having not heard what he quietly mumbled. You raise an eyebrow at him even though he's not even facing you "Hm? Say that again for me."
"i s-said okay, j-just..." Midoriya slowly looks up at you, a hint of fear still in his eyes. "Make it quick please...?"
You widen your eyes before laughing a little. "The sounded more like a question than a request. What convinced you, huh? The pleasurable part?" Midoriya blushes even more, shaking his head, trying to convince you otherwise.
"N-No…"
You're about to tease him but you notice him gulp, averting your attention back to his neck. Midoriya feels his heart beat faster at the way you're staring at his neck so intensely.
The hand that was pinning his hands goes trails down to his neck, wrapping around the back of it before giving the sides a small squeeze. You trust him to not run off and even if he did, you would be able to catch him pretty quickly.
"You have such a pretty neck, you know?" Midoriya tries to stutter out a response but the way one second you're still staring at his neck and the next second your teeth are hovering over his neck knocks the breath out of his lungs.
"Relax, it'll hurt more if you're tense." Midoriya unintentionally tenses even more at your words as a response so the hand on his side goes to squeeze his waist, signaling him to calm down.
"Besides, you won't turn into a vampire like I am. Well, only if you want me to turn you into one, of course," you joke. And before Midoriya can ask you what you mean by that, you sink your teeth into his soft flesh.
Midoriya lets out a gasp but it quickly turns into a small whine as he feels a sharp pain in his neck where you bite him. His hands quickly latch onto your shoulders for support, squeezing them tightly.
He feels his neck tingle, both from your bite and from the way one of your hands is gently squeezing his neck from time to time.
Ironically, he feels blood rush down to his lower parts as his breath turns ragged. It doesn't hurt a lot, it just feels… unusual. He won't admit it but it feels rather pleasurable in a way. Midoriya has to bite his lip to silence his noises.
It would be embarrassing if you found out that he got hard from you, a vampire, sucking his blood.
He feels your thigh against his tent but with his back flat against a wall already, he has to pray that you just don't feel or notice it anytime soon.
While sucking his neck, you feel something against your thigh and with interest, you decide to slightly push against it to find out what it is.
"ah ah s-stop"
You pause and decide to take your teeth out of his neck for a moment, quickly looking at the tent in his pants. You grin as you begin licking at the red bite mark, soothing it.
"My my my, it seems like someone got hard from a vampire biting their neck~"
Midoriya squeezes his eyes shut as he shakes his head but his flushed face gives it away.
"I'm not I-I swear it's just- ah!"
You push your thigh against his bulge again, laughing when Izuku lets out another noise.
"ah, but you are. What else would be this tent in your pants?" You press harder as Izuku continues to let out a whimper.
"I'm not done with you yet so go on and hump my thigh if you want. Don't think about silencing those cute noises you're letting out though, i quite like them."
You bite into Midoriya's neck again as he lets out a mewl. You feel him hesitantly grind on your thigh as you nibble on his neck. Though the slow grinds turn into hurried ones as he chases his orgasm.
It isn't long before he babbles out pleas and begs for you to let him cum. With your teeth still in his neck, you instead help him hump your thigh, quickening the pace.
Less than a minute later he's throwing his head back, a moan leaving his mouth as you squeeze his neck. You feel your thigh where he humped on slightly damp. Seconds later you release your fangs from his neck. Whilst looking at him, you teasingly lick your teeth, savoring the taste of his blood on them.
"Sweet." Midoriya blushes at your teasing and looks away from you.
"A-Are you done?" He looks at your with slightly hooded eyes and ragged breath. Instead of answering him, you notice a bead of blood on the second bite mark and scoop it up on your thumb.
"Look at me." Like an obedient puppy, he does what you told him to and looks at you, widening his eyes when you grab his chin and place your thumb on his bottom lip, pulling on it slightly.
Without needing further instructions, he slowly opens his mouth wide enough for you to slide your thumb inside. Hesitantly, he begins sucking on it, letting out a whimper when the metallic taste of blood hits his taste buds.
You watch in awe as your thumb gets coated in his saliva, feeling his tongue touching it. You pull it out and Midoriya can't help but whine at the loss of contact.
You back away slightly to give him space and grin at him, once again flashing your fangs but this time Midoriya doesn't flinch. Instead, he feels himself get embarrassingly hard again, a weird fluttering feeling appearing in his stomach alongside it.
"What's your name, anyway?"
"M-Midoriya."
Your grin becomes wider. "Well, then Midoriya. I hope we meet again soon and I wouldn't mind if today's experience repeats itself."
And before he could ask for your name, you're out the window and when he runs to it to see where you've gone, he doesn't see you anywhere.
So with a tent in his pants and two suspicious fang marks on his neck, all he can he is walk back to his friends as he prays he can somehow meet you again.
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ectologia · 4 months
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have you ever tried a makeup smear fic? one where the yandere makes her wear like lipgloss and eyeliner then smears it over her face like she’s lowkey a whore lmao
♱ ˖ ࣪࿐ 𝒫𝒜𝐼𝒩𝒯𝐼𝒩𝒢 ؛ 𝓀𝒶𝓉𝓈𝓊𝓀𝒾 𝒷𝒶𝓀𝓊𝑔𝑜𝓊
𝒸𝑜𝓃𝓉𝑒𝓃𝓉 ؛ dubcon ノ noncon ノ humiliation ノ mocking ノ forced cunnilingus ノ name calling ノ bullying ノ crazy bakugou ノ mean bakugou ノ profanity
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“Awh, look at you..” Katsuki coos, popping the cap of your eyeliner and holding it between his teeth. Your eyelids are pulled back to the hilt by his thumb, leaving you a teary mess as he oafishly free hands a string of ink across your lash-line. He pulls away with a triumphant grin, admiring his handy work as you blink away the black seeping into your pupils. The dainty pen is snapped in his fist, discarded onto the floor much like the rest of your make-up, shades of pink and brown left crushed into your carpet with their cases in fragments.
“Who’s a pretty girl?” He sneers, ruffling your hair with a big palm before taking hold of your bound ankles.
The metal clinks as he tugs the chains over his neck, allowing your trembling feet to rest on his shoulders, gracing you no escape.
“Wish I could say the same about this filthy little muff though..” Katsuki tuts, pressing your pussy-lips down to inspect your distorted hole. He slides a finger through the sticky webbing, flicking off at your clit. “Tsk.”
You don’t get a chance to reply before he’s dipping down, snorting like a pig. Engulfing with teeth and a fat tongue as he sticks it to your wet slit. Immediately, he’s shaking his head side to side, nuzzling his creased nose into your swollen bud as he sucks on your cunny hole with an unjust violence.
You cry out an incoherent plea, writhing in the stained sheets smudged with concealer and lipstick, the same colours he’d just finished caking your face in previously.
His head bobs up and down, routinely hacking a glob of foamy saliva onto your folds only to slurp it back up again.
“There we go...” He scrubs his chin of any fluid, sniffing his fingers as-well in a subtle fashion. “Nice ‘n’ sloppy.”
He stays preoccupied with slapping his heavy cock-head against your twitchy clit, even as you snivel into your shoulder, wincing and jerking beneath the heavy weight of his tip spanking your puffy pussy up and down. Pearly teeth bare at the wet splatters that jump from where you connect, spitting back up at him.
“You gonna’ behave?” He questions, leaving his stiff erection to flop onto your stomach as he raises two hands towards your face. Your skin is rolled and tugged on by a set of invasive digits, smudging black clouds of ink from your eyelids to your ears. “You gonna’ be a good little prostitute for me?”
You can’t feel your toes where they’ve gone numb from their ascended position, kicking up into the air as he sheathes his length into the pocket of your choke-hole.
Even as you scream raw from your throat, he can’t help but froth at the pair of pink glossy lips crying out for him. All shiny and glistening in the light, specks of glitter jumbled about inside the glass-like coating that paints them corner to corner. It turns him on, the thick globules of transparent gloop looking all to familiar to something else.
He’s compelled to spread the stickiness around, creating an exaggerated ark over what would usually be your smile, leaving a stripe of gloss in it’s wake.
“Awh..” He chuckles through his nose. “Such a lil’ cutie, you like getting your pussy fucked? Yeah you do, look at that smile.”
“Ngh.. ‘suki..” You keen, jostling the chains keeping your leather-cuffed wrists pinned to the headboard.
“Oh, ‘suki! ‘suki!” He mimics you as you sob, turning his mouth down and squinting his eyes in the same pitiful way you do, only without the crystalline tears dragging pounds of blush and bronzer down your cheekbones. “Please make love to my pussy harder!.. Yeah? ‘s that what you’re tryna’ say you little bitch?”
Even as you shake your head, he ignores you. To busy flicking at the artificial eyelashes he’d shoddily stuck to your lash-line, dramatic and bold like butterflies, nothing you’d ever dare to wear yourself, were it your decision.
“Please Katuki! It hurts, you’re hurting me!”
Your attempt to reason with him falls on deaf ears.
“Oh, I’m hurting you am I?” He only responds by pressing your knees back further. “Good.”
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august126 · 6 months
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Happy Valentine’s Day
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Bakugou Katsuki x female reader
Summary: y/n has a surprise for Katsuki on Valentine's Day.
warnings:Spanking,Oral Sex,Vaginal Sex,and Body Worship
y/n had never been one to spend money on expensive lingerie—it just seemed too frivolous, and she was very practical with her money.
But a few months ago she had bought an electric blue matching bra and panty set. It was all lace and strategic cut-outs. Completely impractical. But Katsuki had lost his mind after she had shed her date night little black dress and revealed the set. He had worshiped and ravaged her for hours. She lost count of how many times she came that night.
So she indulged in a little something to surprise Katsuki on Valentine’s Day.
She pulled the ensemble on and inspected herself in front of the full-length mirror they had in the walk-in closet. She twisted this way and that, trying to get a good view of the way the lingerie fit her. Finally she offered her reflection a small smirk, satisfied that her plan was in motion.
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It had been a long day. Villains were out in droves. Katsuki must have resolved eight incidents during his patrol. He couldn’t wait to just relax at home with his wife. He pushed open the door to their apartment and was greeted with the tingling scent of spicy food. He inhaled deeply as he toed off his boots.
“Smells good in here, y/n!” he called as he padded towards the kitchen, wholly unprepared for what he was about to see.
“Welcome home, Katsuki,” y/n purred, and his cock twitched in his pants as he sucked in a breath.
Katsuki’s mouth hung open while he took in the sight before him. She was wearing a black lace bustier with red satin trim. Red garters clipped to the matching thigh high black stockings with lace trim. The ensemble was finished off with a redtrimmed black g-string. The red details seemed to perfectly highlight her curves and fuck, y/n had delicious curves.
“Holy shit,” Katsuki breathed as his eyes raked over her.
She bit her lip and smiled back at him, one hip cocked with her legs crossed at the ankles to further enhance the illusion of her curves. “Happy Valentine’s Day.” she said with a wink that had Katsuki’s brain short-circuiting.
Holy fuck she was hot. He was so fucking lucky.
Without another thought, he closed the space between them and harshly pulled her body flush to him as he crushed her lips with his. He palmed her bare ass before he lifted her and settled her on the counter, stepping between her legs. y/n giggled against his lips. He nibbled hungrily at her.
“Dinner has to simmer for a bit so I thought maybe we could do something to pass the time,” she said as she raked her hands through his hair, eliciting a growl from him.
“What…did you…have…in mind…Angel?” he asked as he kissed along her jaw, down her neck and collarbone, and finally found his place between her perfect tits. He nuzzled into her cleavage before turning his head to bite and suck at one breast.
She leaned towards him and nibbled his ear before her breath ghosted over him as she whispered, “Whatever you want.”
“You’re fucking perfect,” he growled as he lifted her once again and carried her to their bedroom, tossing her on the bed and taking a minute to enjoy the lingerie again. “So fucking perfect.”
He slowly crawled over her, trailing his hand slowly up one leg. She squirmed at his touch, and he knew if she had been wearing any other color panties, he’d see the damp spot at her core—displaying her arousal like a billboard. The black hid it well, but he didn’t need to see to know how wet she already was. He unclipped one red garter and drew the stocking down her leg, kissing along as he exposed more skin. With one stocking gone, he licked up the now bare leg as his hand traveled up her other leg, skimming over the nylon and lace. He repeated the process, unclipping the garter and kissing along her other leg as he painstakingly dragged the stocking off.
“Katsuki, please.” y/n begged, desperate for his touch on more than just her legs.
“I need to unwrap my present first,” he said as he kissed back up her leg. He paused at her cunt. “Hmm, what to unwrap next.” He playfully nibbled at the red trim of her g-string. His hands gripped her hips, fingers teasing the thin strings before he abandoned that and climbed over her.
He claimed her mouth, his teeth nipping at her lips before he pushed his tongue past her barely parted lips. He could taste a hint of wine on her tongue as he lapped up the moans that couldn’t quite escape her mouth. When he pulled back, she whimpered at the momentary loss of contact.
“Calm down, Angel,” he whispered as he rolled her over and slapped her exposed ass hard. And again. And once more, for good measure.
“Hnngh, Katsuki,” she moaned.
He admired the red mark on her cheek as he slowly started undoing the clasps on the back of the bustier, his fingers teasing her skin with each clasp he unfastened. She shivered under his featherlight touch. When he finally finished unfastening each clasp, he flipped her back onto her back again to remove the bustier.
He growled at the sight of her hardened nipples, and he quickly took one in his mouth—sucking and nipping at her. He took her nipple gently between his teeth and tugged slightly. She arched into the rough touch with a whine. He moved to the other nipple, repeating the motions before finally kissing his way down her body and taking the red trim of the g-string into his teeth again.
“Off now,” she begged, and he resisted the urge to rip the thong off with a small explosion. Instead, he carefully pulled it off and tossed it to the side, preserving the g-string to live another day. Her pussy glistened in the low light of the bedroom, her arousal clear.
“What do you want me to do next?” he asked, his voice husky as he hovered just over her, his hot breaths teasing her sensitive skin.
“Tongue,” she whined and pushed his head towards her cunt.
His tongue darted out eagerly, and he licked a long slow trail up her folds before swirling his tongue around her clit.
“Mmm, fuck, y/n” he whispered and closed his lips around her swollen clit again, sucking hungrily. “God, you taste so good.”
He continued to lick and suck, lapping up the juices collecting between her legs as she squirmed in pleasure from Katsuki’s undivided attention. His tongue swirled her clit again, and he pushed two fingers into her, pumping and flexing—curling his fingers to press into the bundle of nerves that sent her orgasm crashing into her.
“Fuck! Katsuki, yes!” she cried out as she came. He drank her in, continuing to lick and fingerfuck her through the orgasm.
Her hand fisted in his wild hair, and she pulled his head away from her body, pulling him up to her. She pulled his lips to her in a desperate fashion, needing to taste herself on his tongue.  breaking their kiss and settled herself on top of him.
“What the fuck is this?” she asked, suddenly realizing he was still fully dressed.
-he smirked—“I was a little distracted opening my present.”
“That has to change immediately,” she said, and Katsuki sat up so she could pull his shirt off. She hastily unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants, releasing some of the pressure on his hard cock. “Need you,” she mumbled in determination, tugging his pants down his legs. He lifted his hips to help and started pushing his boxer briefs down as well.
y/n was quick to remove the offending clothing, and before Katsuki could react to anything else, she was wrapping her lips around his hard cock, sucking intently.
“Holy shit!” he exclaimed in surprise, trying not to cum instantly at the sudden, intense contact. 
“Fuck, Angel,” he moaned as she took him deeper into her mouth, gagging slightly. She kept sucking and licking as she bobbed her head. Her tongue swirled his head, licking up the beads of pre dripping out.
She released his cock with a pop, a trail of spit still connecting them. She licked her lips and moved to kiss him as her hand wrapped tightly around his cock, pumping a few times while they kissed. She broke away and lined him up at her entrance, teasing his head against her folds.
His hands gripped her hips, fingers digging into the flesh and his crimson eyes watched her intently, allowing her to take control. She slowly sank onto his cock, reveling at the stretch to accommodate his size.
“Oh fuck, Katsuki,” she moaned, “God, so good.”
Once she had him sheathed fully within her, she started riding his cock, and he gripped her harder, fingers digging into her plush hips.
“Oh, fuck, oh my— fuck, y/n,” he breathed out. She felt so fucking good. He wasn’t sure he would last very long with the way she was moving and the vision of her in that lingerie still floating through his mind.
“Suck my tit,” she commanded as she rode his cock. Katsuki was quick to obey, sitting up and pulling a tit into his mouth. He kneaded her other breast with his free hand, thumb ghosting over the nipple before he pinched it hard enough to elicit a gasp.
The attention made her ride him harder, the headboard slamming into the wall with the movements. Katsuki shifted one hand to swirl his thumb around her clit, and she threw her head back in ecstasy, her mouth hanging open, unable to form sounds as she came. He rolled them over and fucked into her with erratic thrusts as he chased his own release.
He cried out her name as he came and then collapsed on top of her.
“Fuck
She giggled as she threaded her fingers through his wild mane. “We probably have time for another round before dinner’s ready.”
“Be careful what you wish for, Angel,” he growled as he kissed her.
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katsuma6 · 10 months
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I just want to headcannon Dabi for a second.
I'm having an insane hyperfixation and cannot stop. Also I'm sick and just want to be babied so leave me alone.
I can imagine Dabi hates everything and doesn't have a soft spot for anyone. Sure he cares about the LOV but, not in a way that means something. He would gladly watch the world burn with a smile on his face.
But something about you.
He handles you like glass.
The LOV is plotting a big mission and you can't focus on anything Shigaraki is saying. You're usually excited and looking forward to being apart of the plans but, not today. You're spacing out and your eyes are darker than normal.
Dabi takes note of that. He's always watched you from a far. Ever since you joined the League. Once Shigaraki was done talking, everyone got ready to leave for the mission.
You were walking slow in the hallway and suddenly your feet get swept up. Dabi grabbed you and held you bridal style.
"You're too slow."
You rolled your eyes at his sarcasm but, melted into his arms and he's a fucking sucker for that. He loves how just one touch from him has such a strong and overwhelming affect on you.
He doesn't take you to your room. Instead he carries you to his. He shuts the door behind him by pushing against it with his back.
"Wait here. Don't move."
He spoke lowly and calmly while placing your aching body on the bed. You're too tired to question his actions. Having your eyes shut you almost drifted off to sleep but, a gentle touch woke you up.
"C'mere love."
The sound of his calm voice calling you a nickname make your heart flutter. You took his extended hand to help pull yourself up in a seated position and slowly followed him to the bathroom where he ran a hot bath. Your eyes widened with surprise.
"You didn't have to-"
"It should help relax your aching muscles."
He interrupted before you could finish. Dabi knows aches and pains. He's way too familiar with it and seeing his partner in any type of discomfort is gut-wrenching.
Suddenly heavy heat reaches your cheeks as you cling to your shirt. Dabi cocks a brow.
"How many times have I seen you naked, doll?"
"This is different!" You try and argue but it's pointless. His rough hands gently grip your shirt, pulling it over your head and arms.
"Dabi-"
He places a finger to your lips and continues to help you undress. You finally sit down in the steaming water. Dabi folds the toilet seat down and takes a seat beside you. You feel embarrassed but also calm and relaxed. This was really nice and definitely out of character.
After about 30 minutes you decided you were done and wrapped yourself in a towel. Dabi had went to a different room to get something so you curled into his bed not worrying about getting dressed.
The door opens and cerulean orbs find you. He sees your body wrapped in a blanket and lays down beside you pulling you into his embrace.
Dabi LOVES to cuddle. As someone who grew up with no affection it makes him feel incredibly good. His finger brushed through your wet hair.
Dabi is the kind of guy that no matter what you need he will make it happen or die trying. Behind closed doors or in private he's such an affectionate partner.
Now if you went and told anyone about these soft moments he would light you on fire. (Not really. Well maybe...)
He makes sure you take your medicine and he's also good about making sure you drink plenty of water.
"Am I going to have to make up for this?"
Dabis eyes go half lidded with a small snicker.
"Oh, I'm sure you'll figure out how to make it up to me when you're feeling better."
He's only half joking...
He'd do anything for you not expecting anything in return but, if you're willing to get on your knees while he grabs handfuls of your hair bobbing you up and down on his cock he'll never say no.
After all he can't play with his doll if she's not in tip top shape.
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lovades · 7 months
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𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐟 ; 𝘬𝘢𝘵𝘴𝘶𝘬𝘪 𝘣𝘢𝘬𝘶𝘨𝘰𝘶
she//her!reader
plot :: when bakugou goes to his best mates house to swim and winds up balls deep in his mother.
possible triggers :: swearing, oral, age gap, milf, gagging, pussy eating, kitchen sex, size kink, daddy kink, secret relationship, creampie.
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"everyone knows kirishima's mom is a fucking milf." kaminari smirked, raising his eyebrows as the group laughed. kirishima groaned, "god damnit kami, she's right inside."
"god, imagine she comes out in that tight little bikini like she usually does." todoroki suggested. bakugou raised his eyebrows, his cock stirring in his swim trunks from the thought as well as jealousy from his friends unknowingly talk about his girl. he shook his head, getting out of the pool and wrapping a towel around his waist. "idiots. i'm going get a drink."
the group ignored him, talking amongst themselves. bakugou shook his head, walking inside.
and there she was.
y/n kirishima, recently divorced milf.
she swayed her hips back and forth slightly, humming as she made her homemade lemonade. bakugou chewed his lip, watching how the sundress hugged her in the right places.
he walked up behind her, hard cock pressing against her ass and placed his hand on her stomach. "what'd i tell you about wearing these dresses around the boys?" he growled in her ear lowly.
she grinned to herself, biting on her bottom lip. "you know i'm yours, baby." she spoke softly, pressing her ass more against him. "yeah, they don't." he dipped his head down, kissing and nipping along side of her neck as his hand eased down to slide up her dress.
"suki.."
he ignored her as his fingers traced under the line of her bikini. "ah so you were planning on going out there..you like whenever they stare at you?" she let out a soft hum. "it was all for you, daddy." she whispered softly. he let out a groan, turning her around and pressing her against the counter.
"why do you do this to me? you like me being like this for you? huh? must want my babies." he picked her up, placing her on the counter.
her fingers traced along his biceps, wrapping her legs around his waist to pull him closer. "i'd love to carry your babies."
"bet you would."
he kneeled down, spreading her legs and kissing each of her thighs slowly. "let me fuck one into you." she let out a hum, picking up one of her legs, her high heel resting on the counter. "god, im so lucky." he mumbled, moving her bikini bottoms to the side.
he admired her glistening pussy for a minute before leaning in and kissing on her clit. her soft moans filled the air, one hand going in his hair and the other stabling herself on the counter.
he hummed against her, falling in love with the taste as he started to speed up the movement of his tongue, his two fingers teased her hole while doing so.
"oh daddy, fuck."
his cock was as hard as it could get, leaking absurd amounts of precum from the tip of it as he slipped his fingers in fully. his tongue worked wonders on her clit as his swirled his fingers in and out of her sopping pussy.
god, he was gonna marry this woman.
her moans were driving him crazy while he pushed for her orgasm. "no, no, no, f-fuck!" she cried out, squirting a bit while she did so. he pulled his fingers out slowly, standing straight. "open."
her big glossy eyes stared into his as she seductively opened her mouth, legs shaking slightly while doing so. he stuck his fingers in her mouth, chewing his lip as he watched her suck them. he used his free hand to tug his swim trunks down, freeing his bricked erection.
his eyes didn't leave hers as he rubbed the head of his cock along her pussy. her leg went behind him, pushing him into her. both of their jaws dropped slightly from pleasure, y/n rolling her head back slightly.
he pulled his fingers out of her mouth, both hands gripping on to her thighs. he picked her legs up, placing them on his shoulders. "ready baby? ready to catch my babies?"
she nodded quickly. "yes suki, please."
"that's my good girl."
he started drilling into her, gripping on to her thighs tightly. "f-fuck baby, take it."
her cries of pleasure filled the kitchen as he pumped into her. "o-oh daddy, yes." she whimpered, tears clouding her eyes. "yeah baby, you like that, huh? you love it?"
"yes suki, yes!" she cried out, gripping on to his biceps. "i hope they hear you. i hope the boys walk in and see me drilling your shit. i hope they see you begging for my babies. you're such a dirty whore. fucking your son's best friend knowing he can walk in any minute." he scoffed, fucking into her harder.
"pathetic."
her freshly manicured nailed dug into his skin as he fucked into her. "tell me you love me. tell me you want only me." he pulled the top of her dress down, freeing her tits and leaning in, attaching to her nipple.
she whimpered out, pussy clenching repeatedly around him. "i love you suki, i love you! w-wanna marry you!"he smirked against her, flicking her clit with one hand and using the other to toy with her free nipple.
"g-gonna cum." tears fell down her rosy cheeks as she let out the most breathtaking moans known to man.
"cum baby," he mumbled against her.
her body felt so warm having katsuki balls deep into her while flicking her clit and having both of her nipples occupied.
she let out a loud cry, her thighs clenching as she let out loads of cum around him. he hummed, pulling out of her and pulling her off the counter. "suck it."
she kneeled down, tears still streaming down her face as she let his dick slide into her mouth. he grabbed the back of her head with one hand, his other resting against the counter as he fucked into her mouth.
she gagged around him while he tore up the back of her throat with his throbbing cock. "f-fucking hell." he groaned out, moving faster.
he looked down, locking eyes with her as he watched the tears stream down her face.
"s-so pretty. you're so fucking pretty." he groaned, pulling her up and putting her back on to the counter. "bout to cum."
he pushed his cock back into her, thrusting while letting out deep groans and gripping onto her thighs until his knuckles turned white.
she let out moans, arching her back against him while he did so. with one last push into her, ropes of cum started to fill her, him letting out a moan with each one.
"t-there you go..so good for me, suki.." she hummed scratching his head softly as he came. he let out deep breaths, pulling her close while laying his head on her boobs. "good job baby.." she soothed him softly, scratching his back softly as well. "did so good.."
after a few minutes passed, he slowly pulled out of her, both of them letting out hitched breaths.
he used his fingers to push his cum back into her. "so pretty filled with my babies.." she hummed in response as he pulled her bottoms back over her pussy and then pulling up his trunks.
"i love you." he whispered to her, kissing her cheek softly. "i love you." she whispered back as he slowly helped her off the counter. "want you to go outside and serve them lemonade while you're filled with my babies." he grinned.
"yes sir." she winked, grabbing the lemonade before heading outside.
"that's my girl." he winked, placing a forceful smack on her ass before following her out.
"boys, lemonade!"
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justatypicaltrash · 9 months
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Rough and new | bakugo | part seven
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✦ Summary: You meet a new and interesting creature that seems to share your curiosity. Both of you have motives to your actions that turn out to be vastly different.
✦ Warnings: mer!Bakugo, fem!reader, adult reader, smut(ish) content due to the curcumstances of the story do not expect full smut, dubcon
Minors do not interact
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The night was painfully present, shimming its way between you and the mer’s hot body. Guess such a mass of muscles takes some time to get cold. Although his arms were still tightly wrapped around your form, you shivered. You weren’t sure whether you were crying again or simply never stopped doing that. The realisation hit you hard, dragging you down off your high. Just how drunk were you a while ago? Enough to get stuck here.
All you wanted to do was vanish. You found yourself in a situation that you didn’t understand, nor wanted to understand. Coming to terms with what you’ve done, that it was your and only your fault was just too crushing. You’re not stupid nor ignorant, hasty and thirsty… but that’s how you acted. That’s all that was fueling your childish curiosity with the beautiful and dangerous creature. You should have told someone about your finding, not come here alone, just how you planned. Or forget about the whole thing, act like you never saw the golden glimpse in the water.
No matter how tight you shut your eyes, your head was still spinning underneath. All you wanted to do was get out of here, go to bed, cry.
After what felt like eternity your arms moved from his neck down his back, untangling yourself from the muscular form crushing you into the now cold rock. Slowly and delicately, as if you were observed by a wild animal, you started to move and shimmy out of his cage-like grasp.
The mer’s eyes opened slowly. Did he fall asleep on you? Most likely. He looked unkempt and sleepy but still focused solely on your face. The blonde head tilted slightly expressing his curiosity.
You wanted to tell him something, or maybe not. Saying anything, letting your voice escape your throat felt terrifying. As if disrupting this moment would cause him to leap at you and tear you apart.
Still looking the blonde in the eye you started to crawl, on all four, to the side of the rock, then slowly down into the water. The cold swallowed you as you sunk. The mer seemed fascinated, sliding into the water himself. Observing his form attentively you moved towards the beach, push by push, not too fast. He was swimming around you somehow, brushing your legs and butt, looking at you with those wide-blown eyes. Two glowing-red spots observing you from underneath the dark water.
Biting your lower lip you started to kick and pull your limbs quicker, feeling your stomach clench out of fear. Just a bit closer, just a tiny bit. Your feet brushed the sand and you felt like crying. It was like running in a dream, trying so hard and failing so bad. The mer’s body had less and less water to move in, less and less space to circle around you. He swam just in front of you, staring at your face, not blinking even once, his fair hair dancing in the water. 
Finally, your foot dug into the sand hard. It was now or never. Spinning around you splashed and pushed as hard as you could, slipping in the water and wounding your feet on the sharp rocks. The land was closer with every second, the water lower to the point it was merely licking your ankles.
Only did you turn around when your knees safely hit the cold dry sand of the beach. Panting, trying to catch your breath you cried your eyes out and shivered out of cold and fear. The sand rubbed all over your hair and face as you dropped to the floor curling.
“Y/N!”
It was all dark.
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“Moment. Tell me everything once again, from the beginning.”
The cup was burning your hand slightly. The steaming-hot tea smelled good, comforting. Looking inside you saw your reflection, disrupted by the shaking of your hand. The teabag sunk low, left for far too long. The liquid was dark and you saw his red eyes…
The tea spilled as you hit the cup on the table.
“I’m sorry.” You whispered looking at the small pool.
“It’s nothing.” The man crouched next to you pulling a tissue out of the box with a sigh.
“Thank you Shinso.” Your voice came out muffed as you wrapped yourself tightly with the blanket.
“Please, tell me what happened.” The black haired was still crouching, staring at your face with an apologetic look. “I saw it, on your neck, it has something to do with a mer.”
Out of all people, why was it Shinso, why did he have to find you? It was humiliating enough to think about your mistakes on your own, to spiral down into overthinking while laying on the cold sand and panting trying to catch your breath. Now it was a whole new level of mortifying.
Shinso knew a lot about mers, giving his faculty at the university the two of you met at. The guy, a genius to add, wanted to become a marine biologist with the speciality about mers. He just got information about a mer showing up on a wild beach and he found you, crying in the sand. You passed out in his arms as soon as you realised it was his face.
What was the worst in this situation is that he has the absolute right to be angry with you, to scold you, to tell you just how stupid you are. You met a mer and instead of calling the person who knew everything about them and who wished about meeting a wild one in real life, you kept it to yourself. You went too far, not knowing when to quit with your curiosity and now you ended up injured, disorientated and defeated. How could you tell him all that?
“Listen, things happen.” He tried to reach for your hand but it was safely wrapped in layers of blanket that you didn’t wish to get out of anywhere. “Just please tell me what happened. Just think how would you feel if you found me like that. Wouldn’t you want to know…”
“I went too far with him!” You finally snapped under his pressure and the odd feeling weightening down your shoulders. 
“Went too far with who?’’
“The mer.”
Shinso blinked at you a few times. He knew there was a mer involved. Why else would you be lying on the beach in the middle of the night with a bite mark that only looked like mer’s teeth? It was that wound that worried him the most. The man actually had a theory on what could have led to this situation but he’d rather hear it from you than jump to conclusions.
“What happened with the mer?”
“I don’t know Shinso, I don’t know anything about them!” You whispered feeling small and stupid.
“Please, I know you must feel awful now but… it’s just important, really important, also for me. Something happened and I can help you. I don’t want to leave you like that.”
God, good that you have friends like that or you would be dehydrating on that beach till now, crying your eyes out.
“Just, just promise you won’t tell me shit.” You mumbled and he nodded his head sitting between the table and the couch. His form was squeezed tightly beneath you, all ears at whatever you had to throw out of yourself.
“How could you know, really, don’t shame yourself like that.” After listening quietly to your story, Shinso answered. “Anyone would be interested, heck, people try to pet tigers in the jungle.”
“No they don’t, petting a tiger is stupid.”
“Yes, they do. Listen. I know it’s hard right now but there’s something you need to know.” Shino sighed, running a hand through his hair. “This may not be the perfect time to tell you this but the matter is rather… important.” You were looking at him patiently, ready for whatever he was about to say, silently hoping it was not something you’ve done wrong. “What happened between you and that mer was very different depending on the side. You, as I assume, took it as something fun and interesting but him… from what you say, eh, it looked like a typical example of… courting.”
“What?” You spat out. He sure has some nerves to joke around right now. You do look and feel slightly better than the moment he bringed you from the beach but you’re still shaken.
“Courting. It's a mers’ custom where two mers interested in each other act in a specific way, it may have various stages and different parts but the idea is the same.”
Saying that you were shocked would be a lie. Deep down you had the feeling something was going on between you and the blonde, you just kept ignoring it. Until now the thought was buried deep down your skull, safe and secure, ignored all the way. But when Shinso stated it matter-of-factly like that it couldn’t be pushed to the side anymore.
“I-I kinda felt like it but I thought I was just imagining things.” You mumbled avoiding his gaze.
“Don’t worry. That’s such a weird thing that I understand you could mistake it. Still, we do have a problem.” The man reached for your hair, pushing it to the side and exposing the reddened skin of your neck. The bruise started to change colour slightly, taking in a purple tune around the bites.
“This is a mating sign. With that, he gave himself to you.”
“Wha…”
“Okay, I know you’re scared but…” Shinso sighed. “Mers mate for life. A partner once marked.” He pointed to your bite. “Is considered taken forever. Their smells blend, their bodies react to each other. All sorts of complex things happen but what’s important now is that he bit you. He considers you his mate. That will never change. Even if you’ll never want to see him again it happened. And he will never find a different person… a different love in his life. I know it’s a lot to ask of you but… we need to go back there.”
You felt like throwing up.
“Imagine. He pretty much just confessed to you, no it’s more, he just gave everything he has to you and you… run away.”
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PART SIX | PART EIGHT
SERIES MASTERLIST
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randomgoosegame · 6 months
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Brat
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Request - dom aizawa x brat reader please💞
Warnings/ disclaimers - bondage, brat taming, aizawa leaves reader tied up, unprotected sex
It was late and you wake up to an empty cold bed. You huff and go looking for Aizawa who was supposed to be asleep beside you. You found him in the living room sitting on the floor hunched over a pile of papers.
"Aizawa baby come back to bed." You yawn and wrap your arms around his shoulders and lean against his back. He humms in acknowledgment but didn't make any sign of moving.
"I have to finish this by tomorrow kitten." You pout and sit on the floor next to him.
"But Aizawa-" You began but was cut off by him.
"No. Go to bed ill be there in a little bit. Im almost done." Aizawa sighed and kissed the top of your head.
"Well- if your almost done then ill stay with you till then." You smile and snuggle up into his side.
"Fine, just don't cause any trouble." Aizawa huffed a bit hiding a small smile.
You quickly grew bored listening to papers shuffling and decide to take action. You start of small, only nuzzling into his side or caressing his thigh.
"You better stop or your going back to the room." Aizawa said brushing your hand off his thigh. You pout and lay down on the ground next to him. Aizawa went back to grading papers and you bit your lip watching him.
"Stop staring." He said not even sparing you a glance.
"There's nothing else to do!" You huffed.
"Then go to bed." He snorted and started another paper.
"Shoutaaa." You groan climbing into his lap. He sighed loudly and finally looked at you. His eyes were narrowed and threatening but you didn't care.
"Y/N if you don't knock it off right now you'll be begging for me to even touch you." He warned. Despite your instincts telling you to listen you chose not to.
"What do you think im doing now." You huff with a smile and cross your arms pushing down the excitement that was fluttering in your stomach and spilling to your heat. Aizawa rubbed the bridge of his nose and closed his eyes tightly. Your smile dropped and you placed a hand on his cheek.
In a flash you were pinned to the floor on your stomach. You let out a surprised yelp and wiggled your body against Aizawa's. He swatted your ass harshly making you whimper.
"Now if you would have waited like I told you I would have been done by now and we would be in bed." He hissed in your ear pressing his body against your back making you immobile.
"But im bored." You whined grinding your hips as best you could agenst Aizawa's and moan feeling his bulge press into your clothed core.
"Does it look like i care? Your being a brat and brats don't get rewarded." Aizawa lifted you from the ground and carried you back to your shared bedroom before tossing you on the bed. You bit your lip in anticipation and watched as he shuffled around the room.
Coming back to you, Aizawa was holding two silky red ropes and used one to tied your hands to the headboard. You smile up at him but his face remained emotionless and calm. Aizawa kissed your forehead and climbed off the bed twords the door.
"W-were are you going?" You say in a panic watching him open the door. Aizawa turned to you with a smirk.
"I have some work I need to finish." He chuckled and walked out the door leaving you tied to the bed. You struggle with the restraints but they didn't budge. You tied to wiggle out of them but that only made them tighter.
Eventually when Aizawa returned you glared at him as he closed the door behind him. He slowly moved around the room to the bed and took off his shirt and pants, leaving him in his boxers. You can faintly see how hard he was seeing you sprawled out and tied to the bed.
"Have you learned your lesson?" He asked reaching for the rope. You nodd eagerly hoping he would untie you but he just pulled on them to make sure they were secured.
"Use your words kitten." He growled narrowing his eyes at you.
"Y-yes Shouta." You whimper.
"Good." Aizawa climbed on the bed and ran his hands up and down your thighs, avoiding the place you wanted him most. You squirm searching for any kind of stimulation but stop when Aizawa slapped your thigh.
"On second though.... I don't think you have." He muttered.
"N-no please! Ill be good i promise!" You cried out desperately. Wordlessly Aizawa flipped you onto your stomach. You can feel him shift around on the bed and you jump when he starts to pull down your panties.
"The thing is, i don't think you mean that." He said slowly and delivered a strike to your ass. You yelp and pull on the restraints but it doesn't help as he delivers another blow to the other cheek.
"Shouta please!" You cried out and tears prick at the corner of your eyes. Relentlessly Aizawa strikes your ass and only switches cheeks every other slap. Aizawa eventually stoped and massaged your ass to sooth the redness.
"Mmm I think you know now." Aizawa flipped you back over and kissed away your tears. He hummed and felt up your body, squeezing your thighs, hips and breasts.
"So pretty." Aizawa hummed kissing and sucking on your neck. You moan and tilt your head to give him more room.
Aizawa peeled off your (his) shirt and played with your breasts. He popped your left nipple in his mouth and swirled it around. You moan and pull on the rope.
You buck your hips to grind against his clothed member. Aizawa groaned and pinned your hips to the bed with his free hand.
"Shouta don't tease its not fare." You pout.
"Be patient I wanna take my time." He hummed and switched to playing with your right nipple. You whine and arch your back into his touch.
Aizawa pulled away from your chest looking at the marks he made on your chest. He hummed in approval and slowly slid your panties down your legs. You kick them off making Aizawa roll his eyes at your desperateness.
Aizawa slid down your body and settled himself between your thighs. He kept your legs pinned to the bed and spread them to get a good look at your arousal. He blew lightly on it and you whimper trying to wiggle away but was not permitted to by the tight grip on your thighs.
Aizawa decided to take pity on you and he licked a fat strip up your cunt. You moan softly and bite your lip watching him between your legs. Aizawa shoved his tongue into your entrance and he sucked harshly. Your moans and whimpers drowned out the erotic sound of him slurping up your arousal.
You begin to feel the familiar warmth pooling into your stomach and you moan pulling at the restraints, desperately trying to touch Aizawa. Aizawa hummed and thrusted his tongue in and out of you. His nose nudged at your clit and you moan feeling your stomach getting tighter and tighter.
"Shouta don't stop im so close." You moan loudly. Aizawa hummed and pulled away right before you could succumb to your climax.
"I should stuff that noisy little hole before you get us in trouble with the neighbors again." Aizawa said narrowing his eyes at you. You frown at him with wide eyes, ignoring the butterflies you feel thinking about what he would stuff your mouth with.
Aizawa takes the other rope and covers your eyes with it and secures it behind your head. You pout your lips but Aizawa kisses it away. You giggle as his fingertips run along your body tickling you slightly. But then he was gone, you couldn't feel or see him.
"Shouta?" You frown your brows worried he might have left you alone again.
"Im still here." You hear him from your left. You gulp nervously trying to strain your ears to hear him.
You feel him climb back on the bed and settle between your thighs once more. Your body buzzes in anticipation and you bite your lip. You jump feeling pressure on your entrance. You wiggle your hips but yelp as you feel a strike on your thigh.
"If you make a noise ill leave you here and you wont cum at all." You feel Aizawa breathe on your ear. You nod bitting your lip.
The pressure on your entrance grew untill the object entered you. You bite your lip hard enough to draw blood as you suppress a moan when the object started to vibrate.
You squirm as the vibrations grow in strength. You jump feelings hands on your tits squeezing and groping your fleshly mounds. Your climax rapidly approaches and your legs shake. You cum around the vibrator and your body thrashes around at the intensity of it.
The vibrator didn't turn off and you struggled to keep quiet. Aizawas hands move off your breasts and you felt him untie your hands. Aizawa rubbed your red wrists and kissed them.
"You can speak now kitten." Aizawa removed your blindfold and you blinked rapidly adjusting to the dimly lit room. You whine loudly feeling another orgasm coming on.
Aizawa chuckled and kissed you. His tongue lapped at your lower lip and you opened your mouth to deepen the kiss. You cried out as you came again and wrapped your arms around Auzawa.
"Mmm you did so good kitten." Aizawa untangled your arms from him and removed the vibrator from your quivering cunt. You sigh and curl up sleepily.
"What are you doing?" Aizawa said tilting his head at you. You looked over at him with wide eyes.
"B-but-" Aizawa narrowed his eyes at you. Aizawa climbed between your legs and rested on his forearms. You snuggled your head into Aizawa's chest and wrap your arms around his midsection.
"You didn't think we were done did you?" Aizawa hummed brushing your hair back and out of your face.
"No..." You say reluctantly and lean back away from Aizawa's chest. He rubbed your thigh and helped guide his cock to your entrance. You whimper as his tip pushed through your folds and then into your pussy.
Aizawa breathed sweet praises in your ear as he bottomed out. You whimper from the overestimation and tighten your hold around him.
"So tight and hot kitten." Aizawa groaned and started to lazily thrust his hips into yours. You moan as he brushed your cervix.
"S-shouta." You moan louder as he sped up his thrusts. Aizawa moaned in your ear, feeling your walls grip and spasm around him. He knew you were close even before you did, his hips now snapping into you harshly.
"Cum for me Y/N." Aizawa nipped at your ear and starts sucking bruises into your neck. You moan and climax for the 3rd time that night.
Aizawa moaned as you tightened around him, also triggering his own climax. His hips stuttered as he shot hot ropes of cum into you. You both stayed there for a moment basking in the post orgasm afterglow.
Aizawa kissed your head and pulled out making you whine at the loss of fullness. He chuckled and pulled you close to his chest.
"You alright?" He asked rubbing your back.
"Yeah." You say sleepily. Aizawa smiled and wrapped his arms around you as you fell asleep.
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southside-otaku · 1 year
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Mommy don’t know Daddy’s getting hot
At the body shop
Doing something Unholy
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Lucky, lucky Rei, she married the man who is now the world’s number one hero. Lucky to have had not one, but four promising children with such a strong and handsome man. But was she still lucky when he drove her to her breaking point? Now she watches him from a tv screen in a hospital bed; yeah, a lucky girl.
She still admires him from a far, knowing not what goes on in what once was her home. No knowledge that her husband has his head in the clouds-or rather the thighs of another woman. Could you blame the man? He’s the world’s number one hero, sexual frustration doesn’t suit someone of that title now does it. Besides, his broken wife hasn’t put out in years and it’s not like they’ve even been in the presence of each other in that much time either.
Such a dirty, dirty man to have seen an enchanting young face- of consenting age- and imagined how it would contort under the shadow of his significantly larger body. How would she sound when his cock reaches places she’d never been. Dirty, dirty man for him to have gotten so personal with the found beauty taking the time to learn her favorite color, foods, and other silly little things just to buy her gifts; some lavish and some simple. How awful of him to finally have her to himself in the strappy, expensive red heels he bought her as an apology for another coworkers’ behavior.
Mommy has no clue her children are at home and Daddy is playing with his new toy, leaning on his desk full of paperwork as he watches her sway and dance to the music before he commands a quick “C’mere.” Daddy’s little helper never denies him, especially when they both know this was not the first or the last time they would play together.
A/n: totally sorry this is so late (& cringey) but here it is and I hope you all enjoy! Been a LONG time since I’ve written and it definitely shows, at least to me haha
Much love,
South xoxo 💋
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honeesucker · 1 year
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Pairing: ProHero!DynaMight | Katsuki Bakugo x Puppygirl!Reader
Word count: 4,670
Series Content Warnings: Little bit of a slow start... Graphic Depictions of Past Abuse & Trauma Response | Profuse Usage of Pet Names / All-around Softness | Bakugo Experienced Work-Related Trauma (causing near deafness, being put on leave from the agency, PTSD) | Eventual smut™ (will be tagged in individual chapters - to include but not limited to KiriBaku, HybridxHybrid, Hybrid heat trope, sex toy usage).
*Not proofread.
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Bakugo watched as the Director turned to see where he was motioning toward, watching as your form disappears down the hallway until you and the staff member turned a final corner at the end, completely leaving view. She stood silent for a moment, worrying Bakugo as her eyes were trained on the now empty hallway. Her silence stretched on and made Bakugo’s skin itch, until she turned to him with such a thoughtful look it stunned him.  
“The puppy hybrid?” She questioned him, and he confirmed with a nod.
“Yes,” he stated simply, “she’s fond of Red Riot and his hybrid TetsuTetsu and I enjoyed her company during the event tonight – though I didn’t catch her name,” and as he trailed off the Director’s mouth quirked up in a slight smile.
“She doesn’t have one she has ever cared to share,” she mused. “Mostly she just accepts when people call her ‘Puppy’ or whatever else, honestly.” The sigh the Director let go at whatever thought was in her head left Bakugo curious, but he wanted to tread carefully. “I’m not opposed to this idea; she did just get sent back to us about six months ago which has been easy enough to navigate though she has gotten returned to us a total of seven times in the last five years since her initial rescue,” Bakugo waited for the Director to go on, watching with bated breath as she seemed to gather her thoughts. “She is well-mannered and easy to handle but she has been through some tremendously heinous things before her rescue five years ago, and it appears something happens in the homes she's adopted into where a precipice gets reached that cause the adopters to return her... we’ve been trying to uncover more of what may be causing this issue but haven’t been successful,” the Director’s voice trailed off into a whisper as she mouthed something to herself, Bakugo not able to pick up on the words. Her eyes seemed far away as she put her hand to her chin, massaging the skin thoughtfully before continuing. “I agree her being around TetsuTetsu would be a positive to have in a new home as they became quite close while he was here with her, she also did take a liking to Red Riot, and she seems to have gotten comfortable around you quickly. Yes, I wouldn’t be opposed to this at all but given her background you’re going to need to be more prepared – I would like for you to meet with her rehabilitation counselor, Hana, to go over her background and ensure you’re ready to take on this responsibility. I won’t tell you no, Mr. Bakugo, but I want you to have the full picture beyond this day so you can make an informed decision for yourself – and of course per our policy the hybrid will have the final say.”
Bakugo only nodded along to the Director’s speech, agreeing to meet with your counselor, he wanted to know more about you and be the best he could be for you. His thoughts were at war with himself wondering if what he would learn would somehow change his mind in taking you on, and the competitive drive to be your last home – to not fold like the weak extras before him who returned you.  
Fucking cowards.
Bakugo was led by the Director to a different wing of the facility where he was going to have an initial meeting with Hana - your rehabilitation counselor - to discuss your past, habits, temperament and his prospective adoption of you. He waited on a small, uncomfortable chair outside of Hana's office as she had an existing appointment already. Five minutes turned to ten, turned to twenty before Bakugo's leg ceased to bounce with the opening of the office door.
“I’m sorry to keep you waiting, Mr. Bakugo,” Hana was a stout woman in her mid-thirties, Bakugo assessed, with shoulder-length mousy brown hair and equally kind brown eyes. Her smile crinkled her eyes, and puffed her cheeks in an endearing way that reminded him of how some grandmothers were drawn in his favorite manga's – always smiling, radiating kindness. He was instantly put at ease.
“No problem,” he responded, his tone of voice always coming off slightly confrontational no matter how he tried to soften it, “I appreciate you seeing me on short notice.”  
“Please come in,” Hana motioned for Bakugo to enter, and he did. Her office was brightly lit by the large windows taking up a full wall, with a view of one of the many expansive and breathtaking gardens that seemed to surround the facility itself, like the one he spent time with you in the center. Bakugo was motioned to a seat, and he gladly fell into the plush chair across from Hana, who had a thick file on her desk with your photo pinned to it. “So, I understand you’re interested in our little Puppy,” Hana began, staring Bakugo down but in the least confrontational way.
“Yes,” Bakugo cleared his throat, words almost getting stuck with his nerves. “I’ve been able to spend some time with her, and I have regular contact with Red Riot and TetsuTetsu who she’s friends with – I feel like the benefits outweigh anything else...” Bakugo’s voice trailed off as she noted Hana thumbing through your file, red eye straining to see whatever was in there he could before he realized it was being presented to him. He took it, admiring the adorable photo of you on the front of the folder, before he thumbed it open and was stopped in his tracks.
Bakugo could hear Hana speaking but his ears flooded with white noise, her voice sounded faraway as he eyed the photos that appeared to be dated from your initial rescue.
So many of the photos documented your face and body, sunken cheeks, deep, dark circles and matted hair, blood dried and flaking on your skin and in your hair and fur. Tail matted and bloodied, nothing like the plush little cloud that followed you now. He thumbed through more photos as the bruises and lacerations across your body worsened, evidence of your malnutrition and abuse painted on your body and in your eyes.
Your eyes.
They looked so empty, so far away, compared to the glistening little jewels he could get lost in now. The way the light shimmered from within you through them, compared to the photos he was looking at, astounded him. A small scribble in red ink, in the margin of your first physical check-up stopped his heart.
Bait hybrid.
He could see the wounds across your body transform to fit the picture now the closer he examined them. How so many of them showcased the outline of different sized jaws, deep-set wounds from teeth that tore into you. Bruises that bled out into the shape of hands. In a few of the photos you had bruises consistent with being bound by the wrists and ankles, even a close-up of a deep burn around your throat where a rope would have once been. He read over the extensive notes, one of which being a transcription from a recording:
2:03 A.M. Entered the suspect villa through the front and rear entrances, encountered hostile human guards as well as trained fighting hybrids – all wolves – taken down alive and handed over to the OPS Team.
2:07 A.M. Descended into the basement area and found a hybrid chained to a wall with a rope tightly pulled around the neck. Appears to be a puppy hybrid, unmoving, possibly deceased?
2:09 A.M. Confirmed puppy hybrid alive. Signs of serious abuse, suspect bait hybrid within a larger hybrid fighting ring, released the puppy hybrid from the bindings, examined and took photos for records.  
2:13 A.M. Puppy hybrid attacked one of the OPS Team, confirmed attempted head touch, possible sensitive area as demeanor has changed once the area is avoided.
2:34 A.M. Have confirmed residence cleared of all human and hybrid residents. All humans detained by OPS Team for arrest and conviction, all aggressive wolf hybrids detained by OPS Team for evaluation by hybrid specialists to assess for rehabilitation. Puppy hybrid sent with the Musutafu Rehabilitation Rep for assessment and consideration for foster program.
Bakugo had continued to read through your file, through the different times you were adopted and sent back – your interviews upon re-arrival regarding what happened in the homes was a topic you avoided speaking on. There were notes that you always ended up biting someone in the household but would never delve into the details of what triggered the event. Bakugo read in the interviews with the adopters that the incidents all happened when they would go to pet you, they had mentioned being able to have physical contact with you before, so they weren’t sure what had changed when it came to petting your head.
When Bakugo finally shut the file, he found Hana’s kind eyes regarding him carefully. He swallowed hard, the lump of anxiety lodged in his throat after seeing and reading the details of your past, it was all weighing heavily on him. You didn’t act like someone should after having gone through so much. He’s surprised even in your earlier interviews with Hana no notes were made mentioning any anger – why weren’t you raging at everything those bastards did to you? It almost appeared like you simply accepted it.  
Accepted that life was filled with things like that.
“As you can see, Mr. Bakugo, our little puppy has been run through quite the gamut,” Hana started, accepting the file back from Bakugo’s shaking hand. “Her temperament is quite agreeable given the circumstances, but she does have habits that have caused issues in her previous homes,” Hana paused to regard Bakugo some more and continued. “Given what I have read regarding your situation and the needs for your foster pair based off what the Director has observed I agree with her assessment that you would be a good fit for our puppy – even more so with your ties to two others who would greatly help her transition back into a home. I would only ask that you give me weekly updates on her progress as she encounters new things in your home, that she still meets with me on a monthly basis until it is decided it is no longer needed, and I would appreciate you setting up some visits with Red Riot for her to spend time with TetsuTetsu – those two were thick as thieves when they were both homed here.”
Bakugo only nodded along, agreeing to any and every caveat needed to move the process forward with you. For someone so independent, so brash and unforgiving of himself and others, who prided himself on only needing to rely on himself, his instincts when it came to you were screaming at him to protect you. To show you a life beyond the scope of what you’ve been subjected to. To be the last home you would ever have, ever need, ever want. Something about your looks initially caught his eye – how precious, and tiny, you looked curled up in Kirishima’s arms, how easily he could imagine holding you the very same way. Something in him was inexplicably pulling him to you, and he only hoped you enjoyed talking with him enough to consider coming home with him.
Bakugo left the facility with high hopes, but an equally heavy heart.
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Three weeks had passed. Three long, insufferable weeks but Bakugo busied himself with all the required classes on hybrid rehabilitation and ownership; he even went to all his own therapies and treatments without so much as a grumble. Today was one of the days he was returning to the hybrid center to see you, under the guise of attending the center’s bi-annual adoption introduction event as a Pro Hero endorsement liaison – an event where the community members interested in adopting a hybrid can come and meet those up for adoption in a friendly and open environment, not unlike a picnic or  field day.
He was dressed up in his hero gear, gauntlets heavy against his chest as he stood with his arms crossed. He was already briefed by the center Director, who stated that while you weren’t officially up for adoption at this time you would be attending the event in the interest of giving him more time with you in an informal setting, and as a test of your social abilities with strangers. Presently, Bakugo had been here since the first hour of the event set-up. He has seen a variety of citizens and Pro Heros alike come through and spend time alongside the adoptable hybrids, eating, chatting, playing games and listening to different informative chats with the staff as they set up spread out around the park on the center grounds they currently set up on. He hadn’t yet caught a glimpse of you but there’s no certainty you were brought down with the rest of the adoptable hybrids first thing this morning. The day was about halfway through as he waited impatiently, Bakugo assessed by the Sun’s position, red eyes scanning the area around him cautiously – he didn’t anticipate any trouble but given that the Director asked him to be here on an official capacity first, he knew there had to be a reason.
Bakugo began to walk around, his arms now at his sides, though still buzzing with ready energy. His demeanor relaxed, although you couldn’t tell from his features with his mouth set in a hard line and his eyes narrowed and sharp. He took in the sight of happy hybrids interacting with people unafraid of what the interaction would bring, could see how their eyes sparkled and crinkled with laughter as they ran around. His heart was filling up with such a light feeling seeing how happy everyone was to interact, and his hopes only lifted at the thought of at least one of the hybrids here finding a good match, and forever home. He wondered how it felt for them, to still have such hope and trust in others after what they each had gone through. He was staring fondly at some hybrids and humans playing a game of hacky sack when the back of his neck prickled with an odd feeling. His eyes darted around swiftly, taking in everyone as he tried to identify the cause of this uneasy feeling, his damaged hearing causing everything that he was once zoned in on to become muffled white noise – the high-pitched ringing becoming worse as the panic rose in his chest. The edges of Bakugo’s vision blurred as he tried to take in steady gulps of air, spinning around to see more of the area around him. That’s when he caught it – caught sight of you.  
Or rather, you while stood in an uncomfortable lean away from a man who deemed it appropriate to hover so closely over you. Bakugo’s blood boiled as his palms popped and sizzled, his quirk threatening to activate, but he simply clenched his fists and stalked over to where you were, and for such a large and imposing man Bakugo certainly didn’t lack stealth as he quietly approached you both.
“You really are something special, a delectable little cutie,” this absolute piece of trash extra had the nerve to learn in and smell the hair on your head. “You know you're exactly what I’ve been looking for! The shelters and breeders in my area just don’t have any cute female hybrid companions,” the whiney tone of the off-putting man caused Bakugo’s anger to flare but he wanted to see where this was going and where you’d take it before he made a move he’d regret. “Society has moved into acceptance of human-hybrid relationships, but they just don’t offer any that are cute enough to fuc-! Aughgk!” Bakugo’s hand wrapped around the man and cut off his sentence with a gurgled choke the same moment you had turned on the man and sunk your canines into his forearm. The man’s hands came up to scramble and tried to pull Bakugo’s grip off his throat but to no avail, his arm where your teeth were still buried wiggled weakly to get you to let go.  
“Release, Puppy,” Bakugo’s voice wasn’t harsh as it was directed toward you, but his tone left no room for disobedience and you let go, flattening yourself against the nearest tree to where you were stood. “Y’know, it’s people like you that make things harder for hybrids, scum like you make things unsafe for those who’ve already been through enough,” Bakugo’s anger was boiling to the surface, but it wasn’t a moment after he tightened his grip on the guys throat that security for the event came and gently touched the Pro’s shoulder, stating they would handle it from there. Bakugo relented only when he saw you still standing frozen in place, hiding against the tree a few feet away from the scene. Bakugo gave the pathetic man one last toothy, evil grin which caused the man to cower before he turned to you, kneeling on one knee to not look so imposing in all his Pro gear.  
“Hey Puppy,” to anyone who knew Bakugo, they wouldn’t recognize the man who softened just as he did. Kneeled in front of you with a breeze-soft tone, cooing and holding his hand out for you to take; even when he rescued women and children he was as hard as ever, a regular criticism he was met with from the tabloids, and his own agency.  “You were ready to fight, huh pup?” Bakugo’s voice held a humorous lilt, and your ears perked toward him as your eyes finally met his. “You did a real good job there, Puppy, didn’t need my help at all huh?” Your ears twitched like they wanted to flatten against your head, given your crestfallen expression, but they didn’t budge – cute little fluffy triangles Bakugo desperately found himself wanting to reach for if he didn’t already know your past triggers.
“M’sorry,” you mumbled out, slowly taking the hand Bakugo still had extended and when his fingers closed around yours, he pulled you gently to him. “I didn’t mean to bite,” your voice was small, and you began to shake in his arms, and he only pulled you closer, tucking your head beneath his chin and wrapping his arms tightly around you until the shaking subsided.  
“It’s okay Puppy,” Bakugo assured you, “it’s okay to bite someone when they’re trying to hurt you. Standing up for yourself is okay.” Bakugo could feel you relax completely in his arms as he finally looked around him, seeing the Director, Hana and a couple other staff standing back from the two of you by about ten feet.
“I was told not to bite though,” you mumbled again, sighing as you rested your head against Bakugo’s arms.
“Listen to me Puppy,” Bakugo argued, “biting someone is okay when you have a reason – like defending yourself or someone else.”
“Have a reason...” you murmured more to yourself, but Bakugo caught it, just giving you a reassuring pat on your shoulder before standing with you in his arms, your nose nuzzling against the column of Bakugo’s throat sending an involuntary shiver down his spine as the cold touch ignited something within him.
“Mr. Bakugo, can you and our little Puppy come with me? The police who arrested the man want statements,” The Director spoke softly as she watched you, remaining silent as she lead you both back into the building.
“You up for that, Puppy?” Bakugo watched as you gave a small nod, still nosing at his throat and taking in small, rapid breaths. “What’cha doing there, hm?” Bakugo raised his eyebrows as he heard you whisper, ‘smell different’, and just continued with whatever it was you were doing rubbing against him, and he had to admit a certain comfort came from your cold nose against his warm skin. No more than an hour had passed with you and Bakugo giving your individual statements, he was waiting on a lounge sofa situated in one of the common rooms while you were in a closed office with the officers. Bakugo’s anxiety was back in full force with his leg bouncing a mile a minute, his heart beating furiously against his chest wall and his palms were sweaty and ready to set off, the acrid smell of blackened sugar giving hint to the quirk activation. Bakugo hadn’t realized he was disassociating until he felt a light pressure on his lap. His eyes refocused and brought him back to reality when he noticed you were sitting on his lap, straddling his legs as you laid your body against his, your arms wrapped tightly around him as far as you could go. “What’cha doin’, Puppy?” Bakugo grumbled, heart still hammering in his chest.
“TetsuTetsu used to hug me tight tight tight when I would have a bad dream,” you stated simply, “and you smelled like you needed to be hugged tight tight tight, too.” You just laid your head against his chest over his heart and Bakugo soon found his heartrate slowing down, even though he was certain you were too light to apply what he knew to be deep pressure therapy, his cheeks burned with a cherry tinge and his heart swelled at the sight. Though you lacked enough weight to successfully do what you were trying to do, your proximity to him calmed him all the same.
“S’good, Puppy,” Bakugo mumbled out softly and you beamed up at him as you tilted your head against his chest to meet his gaze, your fluffy tail thumping away happily behind you. “Did such a good job f’me.” Without thinking Bakugo had reached up of his own accord, and rough palm went soft against the silky top of your head, ears splitting away where his hand patted the crown of your head.
Snap!
A soft, almost indiscernible sound was heard, but even Bakugo picked it up as he zeroed in on you in his lap. Your body had frozen in its place, you weren’t even breathing as he took in the sight of you.  
A small, broken rubber band was lying on the lounge sofa just beside you both, your breathing going from zero to a hundred as you began to take in panicked gulps of air. Bakugo looked up and saw one of your ears, normally cute little sharp triangles above your head, but now one was lying flopped against your head, folded over although he could see irritation and fur loss where the rubber band had been, presumably for a very long time. You went to scramble out of his lap, but Bakugo grabbed you and anchored you down against him, you were panicking and even tried to bite his forearms where you could reach but your little fangs couldn’t penetrate his Pro Hero costume, the gear made for battle and hits much stronger than your little bite force quotient*.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry I’m sorryI’msorrym’sorrysorry,” your eyes were glazed over, far-away and deep in a memory as you shook in his arms, fighting to get out of his grip with an admirable strength even though it didn’t compare to the little force he was exerting to keep you in place. Bakugo could see the Director and Hana, who had still been standing nearby dealing with the police officers from earlier, frozen and watching the scene, Hana was stopped by the Director before she had a chance to intervene – the Director watched on with an intent gaze. Bakugo held you with one arm, holding you against him as he used his other hand to reach up and head toward the ear still standing up tall – you snapped and bit onto the guard that usually seated itself beneath his gauntlets, fangs trying hard to tear flesh enough to get him to release you, you shook your head gently but it didn’t do much to stop Bakugo as he touched your other ear and soon heard a similar snap with the small plastic ring, now broken, falling to the floor. You were growling now, not releasing his wrist guard as you glared at him, but he could see it in your eyes: fear.
“Puppy,” Bakugo warned, tone deep and steady. “Release.” You gave an indignant snort through your nose, the gentle puff of air hitting Bakugo’s face as he held you in front of him, a quirk to the corner of his lips giving away his amusement at your fight. His eyes soon narrowed, sharp and deadly, and soon you found yourself slowly unlocking your jaw as he pulled his arm away from you. With all the fight drained out of you at his command, Bakugo watched as your eyes began to well up with tears, which clumped your lashes and fell down your cheeks in fat streaks, your nose moistening as you sniffled and relaxed against the iron grip still holding you in place against him. Bakugo released his grip on you, and you just fell forward against him, sniffling and letting the tears fall unhindered. Bakugo’s arms wrapped around you loosely as he brought both his hands up around the back of your head, fingers normally clenched in fists or pointed at villains and firing off deadly explosions now gently rubbing the soft fur of your ears as he got a closer look at what irritation he caught sight of earlier and what he saw made his stomach turn. “Why did you have rubber bands on your ears, Pup?” His tone was so marshmallow-y soft it melted away what remained of your fight or flight and left you just feeling surrounded in the best of ways. Made you feel like you hadn’t felt quite enough before...  
Safe.
“They said floppy ears were for filthy, cheap mutts, and they had spent too much money on me,” your voice got small as you worried your bottom lip between your teeth, tiny fang drawing a pinprick of blood. “They sent me to go get them cropped because Master would pull my ears too hard whenever he saw them, but I didn’t wanna go-” a choked sob cut off your sentence, but you drew in a breath as Bakugo carded his fingers through your hair, occasionally reaching back up to gently rub your ears between his fingers. “I didn’t wanna go again because the first time they put me to sleep I woke up hurting so bad, so instead I went to the market and took rubber bands from the flower bouquets and wrapped my ears with bandages to look like I went... the other hybrids who got their ears cropped were in so much pain I didn’t wanna be in any more pain, I’m sorry I bit you I didn’t mean to I-” your rambling cut off as Bakugo pulled you tightly against his chest, face smushed against hard muscle as he just applied all-over pressure and soon you found yourself relaxing in his lap.
“Nothing about you is filthy, or cheap, or wrong.” Bakugo stated simply.
You didn’t anticipate the reaction you had when you heard those words, but the second they left the blonde’s mouth you were sobbing against his chest, fisting his hero costume and shaking as he simply let you sit with all you were feeling. Bakugo had continued to look up and check in with the Director and Hana; Hana, who Bakugo noted, was recording the pair with her phone – probably for records and research purposes. Bakugo didn’t mind one bit if it helped you in the end to be understood more. The Director was watching the whole scene unfold, taken back by the days' events already and hardly expecting what came of it – but she knew it more certainly than she did the weeks before when Bakugo first mentioned his interest in you.
You two were meant for each other.
*Bite force quotient (BFQ) is a numerical value commonly used to represent the bite force of an animal, while also taking factors like the animal's size into account.
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shockinglysubmissive · 8 months
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Hello! This is a dirty request, so feel free to ignore this. Do you know that asks game where if u don't answer u have to take off a piece of clothing? (idk if it was exactly like that). Do you think you can write that fem!reader is playing that with Shoto, Neito and Shindo? Perhaps she is well known for being very slutty and sleeping with most of the boys at school. They ask her how many guys she's slept with and who exactly they are (you can tell which of the BNHA guys they are and what things they do with her). The guys cheat at the game and reader is the only one naked but she feels comfortable with them since she has already slept with them individually before... Several times. They even make her beg to take off their clothes and it all ends in a foursome. Degradation, spanking and recording please and thank you. I'm sorry if it's too much.
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Sorry this took so long. It's been hard to focus on writing the plot recently. I really loved this idea, so I hope I did it justice. Here you go! I hope you enjoy! 💜
Warnings: stripping, group sex, degrading, spanking, filming, begging, temperature play, oral (reader receiving & giving), two dicks in one hole, passing out
It has been years since you 4 had gotten together to spend time with each other. After graduation, you all went traveling to different countries to assist with hero work. Now, more than 5 years later, it seems as if no time at all has passed. The four of you sat on the floor of your living room, each holding a notepad with a list of questions.
"So who is going first?" Shoto asks, looking around the room at you all. You were going to offer to go first, but Neito cuts you off. His eyes lock on yours so you know the question is directed at you.
"What is your body count?" He asks with a grin, already having a rough estimate of how many based on prior conversations and experience with you.
"Starting this already? What a perv. I'm not telling you because it's none of your business." Shaking your head with a laugh, you shed your first article of clothing, tossing it aside. You figured that the questions would be biased and pointed directly towards you, since there has always been sexual tension between you all. You just expected that they would ease into the questions and not jump right into it.
"Who has the prettiest cock from all the ones you've seen?" Yu asks, grinning widely at you from across the table.
"Shouldn't it be my turn to ask the question? Cheaters. Fine. If you must know, Mirio." You cross your arms over your chest, knowing he was disappointed it wasn't him.
A few rounds later, you had been targeted by all three men, and most of your clothes now lay on the floor. You were more annoyed by the fact they all had their clothes still on, than the fact you were so exposed to them.
"Would you have sex with all of us right now?" Shoto asks, his voice remaining as stoic as normal despite the situation you were in.
"Not in the middle of the game. We have to finish this first." You give a small laugh, not thinking he was being serious. His lips purse together and he nods, clearly thinking about something. You decide to shrug it off and move on to the next question.
"What's your biggest kink?" You direct your attention to Neito as you speak, knowing with him, it's going to be interesting. He stays quiet for a moment before grinning.
"Filming. Fucking love getting to watch it back later. And hearing her scream for me whenever I want." He finally speaks, his gaze holding steady to yours. His confidence as he speaks leaves your face warm, and your pussy throbbing. "I bet you'd look so cute being filmed. Maybe I can record us all fucking you once we get you naked." He winks. "Now, pretty girl. Who, out of the three of us, gave you the best orgasm?" He asks.
"Well... That's hard... Yu gave me the fastest orgasm of my life. Shoto gave me the most intense. And you, you gave me the most orgasms in one session. Best is too vague. All were the best in their own right." You feel your panties stick to your folds as you grow increasingly wet from the memories.
"How about we settle it once and for all, clear things up tonight. We all make you cum and you have to decide who is the best." Shoto cracks the smallest grin as he looks at you.
"Yeah. I like the sound of that. I'll show you both how to have her cumming in seconds." Yu activates his quirk in one hand, the vibrations blurring his finger tips.
"Speed isn't everything. I bet you're tapped out in 2 minutes, leaving her unsatisfied." Neito huffs out, crossing his arms over his chest.
"And you think quantity is better than quality. Sure I didn't give her as many, but the ones I gave her had her screaming my name and melting under my touch. I left her unable to walk because her legs were trembling for nearly an hour afterwards." Shoto speaks up, catching everyone off guard with his blunt words. Neito glares, taking the comment to heart and he silently vows to prove him wrong.
Everything moves fast. You are barely aware of the dual temperature hands yanking your panties down. To your left Neito is setting his phone up on a tripod, pointing it to film Yu. His strong arms pull your back to his chest, hooking his arms under your knees to hold your legs open. Your glistening pussy is on clear display to the camera.
"Let's see who you moan the loudest for. And we will have video evidence for the future at who truly gives your slutty cunt the best orgasms. I bet you think about us every time someone else sinks within your sloppy hole. The whole time, you wish it was one of us. No one can satisfy you like we did. That's why you whore around. You just want to fill the empty space we left." Neito's words go straight to your core, leaving you twitching around nothing. "You naughty little bitch. Come on. Say it. Use your words."
"It's true. Only ever wanted to be with you three. No one else has ever come close to making me feel as good." Your voice trembles with anticipation, Yu's fingers starting to vibrate against your thighs. Between your legs, Shoto blows ice cold air against your clit, chilling your entire vulva. You want to close your legs to warm it back up, but Yu's arms are holding you wide. You think you will get some relief when you feel his tongue begin to fuck your hole, but it was freezing cold. The chill makes you hyper aware of everything he is doing, feeling every slow drag collecting your slick.
Yu works his vibrating fingers close to your cunt, resting on one of your outer lips so a ghost of the vibrations reaches your clit. When you start getting impatient, your hips try to squirm and force him to touch your clit. Chuckling, his hand trails higher, pressing against the spot above your pubic bone to stimulate your g-spot externally. "Don't get greedy. You'll be cumming plenty. You don't need me to touch your clit yet."
"Don't move your hand. You turned her into a fountain by pressing down there." Shoto pulls away, your slick coating his face. He shifts back, his eyes and the camera both focused on the drips starting to fall from your cunt. "Maybe the three of us together can give her the best orgasm. I've never seen her this wet without making her cum. Her pussy is so reactive to your vibrations. No wonder you gave her the fastest. Looks like she's right on the edge and nothing has touched her clit." He speaks as if you're not there, as if you were just a hole. And you loved every second of it.
Not being on to be ignored, Neito sucked one of your nipples between his teeth. His tongue flicks against the bud, gently biting down to get a yelp from you. Your hands reach out for him, grabbing his shirt and trying to tug it off. He swats at your hand, pulling off of you.
"You want me to undress? Want the three of us undressed? Well you're going to have to beg for it. Ask nicely and maybe you will be rewarded with seeing our bodies again." Neito grins wickedly down at you, loving the way you squirm in embarrassment.
"Please will you undress?" Your eyes flick between the two men in front of you. Because of your hesitation, your voice is barely audible.
"Ah ah ah. Speak up. I want the video to catch every word that leaves those pretty lips of yours." Neito grips your chin, forcing you to hold his gaze. "Now try it again. And really beg for us. If I have to correct you again, you really won't be happy." He releases your chin, letting his arms cross over his chest.
"W-will you please undress? I want to see you. All three of you." Your voice is louder than before, but not loud enough to appease the blonde in front of you. You can tell he is disappointed by the slight shake of his head.
"I say we flip her over and smack her ass until it's puffy and sore." Yu finally speaks up, shifting you in his arms to drop you onto the floor on your hands and knees. He gives you a warning smack, not holding back as the first strike makes your body lurch forward.
Shoto is next, heating his left hand up to increase the sting as he strikes your other ass cheek. You grit your teeth trying to bear the punishment, but when Neito takes his turn, the babbling starts. He lands a strike against your sensitive pussy, your slick amplifying the sound of the contact. Each man takes another turn before they pause.
Shoto rubs a cool hand over the sore spots on your ass. "Are you ready to try begging for what you want again? Or do we need to continue this?" His slow circles stop and he swats your ass lightly.
"No more. Please. I'll do it right this time." You take a deep breath, making sure you'll be able to speak loud and clear enough for their liking. "I want to see you. I want to see your bodies. Your muscles. But most importantly, I want to see the cocks I've been craving for so long." The desire drips thickly from your voice, desperation rapidly building to the point where you think you may go insane.
The three men exchange glances, debating on if you met their expectations. Slowly, Yu shrugs off his few remaining articles of clothing. The other two follow suit, discarding their clothes and tossing them into a pile on the ground. You are quick to scan over their bodies, greedily taking in every new scar and stretch mark littering their skin.
"Alright. Who is fucking where?" Yu asks, looking between the three of you to see who speaks up first.
"I want her pussy." Shoto says simply, looking at your puffy, slick covered lips. Neito crosses his arms, clearly not happy with that decision.
"What if I wanted her pussy first? I don't like sloppy seconds." Neito pouts like a child, just wanting to get his way.
"Why don't you share? I'm sure our pretty one can handle two cocks buried in her tight cunt while I fuck her ass. Isn't that right?" Yu speaks up, moving to pull you to sit in his lap so his leaking cock head pushes against your tight asshole. You aren't given much choice, though you weren't going to deny that you wanted to try. Neito quickly moves to kneel over you, his tip wasting no time slipping into you. Taking the remaining space standing between your legs, Shoto glides his tip along Neito's, prodding your clenching hole.
"Shit! Your dick is even weird temperatures." Neito attempts to disguise his surprised moan with a disgusted gasp, failing miserably. His hips involuntarily grind against the dual temperatures, pushing deeper into your hole.
"Easy now. We have to go slow. If we go too fast we might actually split her open. And that would ruin all the fun." Shoto grunts as he resists the urge to plunge himself back into the familiar warmth. After all this time, it is still as welcoming as ever. Your hands reach for Neito's shoulders, needing to dig your nails into something as slowly, their three cocks stretch you far wider than you thought possible.
"Yeah. That's it. Just hold on to me. We will make you see stars." Neito leans down, his lips brushing against your ear as he speaks. "Almost there. Then you'll be so stuffed."
Time loses its meaning. Yu's vibrating fingers tease your nipples to distract from the white hot pain at your core. The restraint in the three men was impressive. They all wanted nothing more than to fuck into you with hard, fast thrusts. But they waited. They let you stretch and swallow around their cocks. Even Yu, who buried himself to the hilt long before the other two, managed to hold off fucking into you. But finally, all three tips kissed your deepest spots.
Your legs tremble, cunt pulsing already as the three men silently set a pace. They start gentle and slow. But Yu breaks first. After sitting for so long buried in your ass without moving, he needed relief. His hands grip your waist, slamming up into you at a harsher rhythm.
Neito caves next, craving the sounds of your moans as his head repeatedly drags against that spongey spot. When his pace quickens, he feels your entire body shudder, your cunt already gushing an obscene amount.
Finally, Shoto caves. Hic cock is longer than Neito's, so with each thrust, his tip slams against your cervix, threatening to burst into your womb.
Words are a foreign concept to you. The three men all fucking into you with differing paces and angels has you seeing stars. You don't even have the ability to warn them as your vision goes black. The intensity of your orgasm has you fading in and out of consciousness. You are vaguely aware of the feeling of cum flooding your holes, and your body being repositioned.
"Guess round two will have to wait until the morning." One of the males voices breaks into your mind, but you're not alert enough to tell who was speaking. "Poor thing couldn't handle so much pleasure. She will just have to get used to it." A second speaks up. "So you both agree that this is going to be a reoccurring event?" The third asks.
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sp1lled-lemon4de · 1 year
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Fandom: MHA ( My Hero Academia)
Characters: Tamaki amajiki x gn!reader (mostly female, if male then it's ass eating TvT)
Genre: mix?...
Tw: hints to abuse, mentions of being made fun of for choice of clothing, pet names indecisiveness on our part, mentions of light playful choking, biting , indecent language such as curse words, suggestive, mentions of wanting to commit suicide, mentions of past toxic relationships
Sorry If I missed some stuff
A/n: so was listening to High school sweethearts by Melanie Martinez and the thought of an high-school AU with us and Tamaki crossed my mind, i also want to include some of the song lyrics... and I cut the song short T-T Lyrics in pinkkk
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Can we just be honest?...These are the requirements... If you think you can be my one and only true love.
Can't we just be honest? You have had your fair share of lovers...all of them coming to an end, so from your experience you set your standards and had requirements.
So many people flocked around you, begging for a chance at dating you, while others lurked in the shadows sending gifts hoping you would notice them.
You must promise to love me... and damn it if you fuck me over I will rip your fucking face apart.
You wanted someone who truly loved you, all your faults and everything, not like those people you dated before...
They hurt you in every way possible, some even getting physically. But this time if anybody dared to hurt you. They would be the one scarred for the rest of their life.
All your struggles with the people that claimed to "love you" weren't for nothing you were done being treated like that.
Step one, you must accept I'm a little out my head...
All the stuff that happened to you, messed with your head... you didn't know what was real and what wasn't, you just had to trust...
Step two, this is a waste if you can walk me down the finish line.
You were ignored,  made fun of, but Tamaki he never did... But would he be there to the end with you?...
People said he didn't fit you, you were a tall person taller than him and most of your teachers, with long legs, which sometimes got you hate but you learnt to love those legs...
But does he love them? Does Tamaki love them?...
Step 3, give me passion, don't make fun of my fashion...
Would he love you deeply?... Would he spend time comforting you in you darkest times or would he shy away and be anxious just as his class portray him?..
Would he make fun of your fashion? You have been told that you dress a bit over the top , a little too bold , too revealing.
No... he wouldn't... would he?
Step 4 , give me more , give me more...
You wanted him all to yourself, every time you guys made eye contact, you wanted more. Everytime he smiled, you wanted more, you wanted him all.
If you can't handle a heart like mine, don't waste your time with me, if your not down to bleed.
You shouted at Tamaki, tears threatened to fall from the corners of your eyes.
" why are you like this, couldn't you see they were flirting with you!?"
" I'm sorry I paid no mind to them.. I d-didn't know this is how you felt..."
"Gosh damnit, why Tamaki? Do I have to love you?"
You've been through so much pain, that you felt numb to it at a certain point, but Tamaki managed to get that feeling out of you.
" if you can't handle a heart like mine, don't waste your time with me..."
You whispered, on your knees, lips trembling, teary-eyed and with a broken heart broken heart.
He was yours, he had to be yours, you need him to be yours
But why couldn't you see? How much Tamaki loved you?
How much he hated seeing you like this? How much he wished he could kiss you, hold you , love you like no one else.
If you can't handle the choking , the biting , the loving , the smothering, till you can't handle it no more... go home...
He bent down and pressed a soft kiss on your fore head.
"Y/n I promise I love you, I can and I will take care of you , I can handle it I promise, the choking ,the biting ,the loving ,the smothering will never be too much for me I promise"
Can we just be honest , these are the requirements if you think you can be my one and only true love, you must promise to love me and damn it if you fuck me over I will rip your fucking face apart...
High school sweethearts..
Ofcourse the love and attention Tamaki got was annoying, you knew he was yours. And for once you knew this person actually loved you.
Line up, try not to waste my time.
Letters upon letters of love declarations piled up inside your locker.
"such a waste of time" you mumbled to yourself.
Not that you didn't appreciate the letters, notes, flowers, candies etc.
It's just that you were taken, and you already had all of that. You were just tired of it. Who could blame you?
High school sweethearts, shut up if your not my type.
You didn't want a jock or a fuck boy, nerds were cute but still, no lover boy or any of those boys..
Only Tamaki...
(Repeat lyrics above) And I skipped the lyrics below
Step five You can't be scared to show me off and hold my hand Step six If you can't put in work, I don't know what you think this fucking is Step seven, this one goes to eleven If you cheat, you will die, die
If you can't handle a heart like mine Don't waste your time with me If you're not down to bleed, no, oh If you can't handle the choking, the biting The loving, the smothering 'Til you can't handle it no more, no more Go home
Can we just be honest? These are the requirements If you think you can be my one and only true love You must promise to love me And damn it, if you fuck me over I will rip your fucking face apart
High school sweethearts, line up Not trying to waste my time High school sweethearts, shut up If you're not my type High school sweethearts, line up Not trying to waste my time High school sweethearts, shut up If you're not my type
Continuing:
Could you hold me through the night? Put your lips all over my mine Salty face when I start cryin' Could you be my first time? Eat me up like apple pie Make me not wanna die Love me rough and let me fly Get me up, yeah, get me high Tie me down, don't leave my side Don't be a waste of my time
You wanted all of him, you got it..
All his kisses, all of them.
Tears fell from being so loved.
"Can I?" He asks
You nod your head in response....
Legs up as Tamaki sticks his tounge in further.
It's his first time tasting you, and he is completely whipped, I mean so are you.
Finally someone loved you, and it was the person you wanted, it was Tamaki, tears kept falling not only from pleasure but from the fact that you didn't want to kill yourself anymore...
Someone truly loved you.
Tamaki pushed his tounge further, as far as it could have gone, his pace quickened when he felt you clench around him.
Your eyes rolled back from how good it felt, you mumbled incoherently, and you grabbed Tamaki's hair, yanking it.
"Mhmph, i-im close Tamaki please d-dont stop"
Your high was too much, it felt as though you were flying.
Atleast it was Tamaki who made you fly...
___________________________ An: ikikik that I cut the song, forgive me. Tbh this is the longest fiction on my blog lol. Tamaki is Bae
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chaepink · 1 year
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awoken | sub!todoroki shoto
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wc: 600+ words | masterlist
dom!reader, somnophilia, dacryphillia, mommy kink, humping, begging, slight edging, ruined orgasm
note : oops accidentally confused dacryphillia with somnophilia but its okay
also repost
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"oh fuckkk pleaseee—"
You groan and turn your head the other way, trying to shade your eyes from the sun. Unsuccessful with that, you feel yourself start to wake up. However, a relatively heavy weight moving on your thigh wakes you up even further. Not only that but whines and whimpers are coming from the said weight on you. Weird.
Your eyes flutter open, trying to adjust to the bright light. Now, imagine the shock on your face when you find out that the weight on your thigh was actually your beloved boyfriend, who was oh so shamelessly humping your thigh.
He makes eye contact with you but doesn't stop. Instead, he only speeds up faster, throwing his head back with a choked moan as he fucks himself on your thigh just right. There's a rather obvious tent on his underwear that—even if you try—you can't take your eyes off. The wet stain there from pre-cum doesn't help either.
"Fuck shoto," you rasp, voice slightly deep from just waking up. "What's gotten you so riled up, hm?" Your hands find their way onto his waist, rubbing the exposed skin there from where his shirt rose up, which riles shoto even more, making him speed up.
He looks down at you, tears brimming his eyes. "H-had a dream about you.." You raise your eyebrow.
"A dream about me, huh? Tell me about it, baby," you say, "I assume it was rather dirty? Considering the way you're all horny this morning." You give him a grin. "You know, humping my thigh and all that."
Though he must've done it subconsciously, you feel him speed up a little. He must like the teasing.
The hands on his hips tighten, almost possessive-like.
"Go on, baby." You grin at him. "Tell me all about your dirty, dirty dream about me."
The breath hitches in his throat as he stares at your nervously. His face is turning red, how cute.
"I-I... I.. was underneath you," he whispers, covering his red face with his hands but a sharp snap of his hips on your thigh made him let out a mewl, his hands going to grab onto your arms instead. You grin.
"Yeah, baby? Tell me more, what was I doing?"
"Y-you were ah! playing with my nipples and-" He lets out a choked moan. "T-there was a v-vibrator in me, I-I think."
"Yeah? It went like that?" He lets out a sob as he nods. "a-and I was calling you m-mommy.."
Taking pity on him, you decide to help him out a bit. The pace you set is brutal, just the way you know todoroki loves it. He's quick to try to match your pace but decides it's helpless as he just sits back and lets you take full control. It's not long until he turns into a drooling, sobbing mess on your thigh.
A few tears begin trickling down his adorable, red face as you continue. He lets out another sob.
"mommy please! plea- ah! please!!"
He's close, you know it. However, you beat him to it and stop your movements, making todoroki let out a whine. Tears begin running down his face from his ruined orgasm. Before he starts to beg, you flip him over so you're the one on top and kiss his cheek, shutting him up quick. You wipe his tear-stained cheeks as he stares up at you with red, pleading eyes.
"Shhh don't worry baby. You'll get to cum soon, I promise." You smile at him. "Though how about we make that dream of yours come true while we're at it?"
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ty for reading to the end! ❤ - chaepink
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I need this man to break through my front door hunt me down pick me up carry me to my room throw me on the bed rip my clothes from my body shove his face between my legs eat me out until I'm fucking sobbing and begging him to stop and then fill me up until his cum is what I'm crying.
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