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All Is Far In Love And Farming

Chapter 1: Getting Started

´*: ･ﾟ⋆˒ Yandere!Mha!Hybrids × Farmer! Fem!Reader. Chapter 1.

╰･ﾟ✧☽ storyline: The calling of being a professional farmer had been your dream since you were young. Growing up on your granddad’s farm was the best thing, many years later you happen to be back. And the property is now yours to restore. With some hard work, you want to restore hybrid caretaking back to what it once was.

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╰･ﾟ✧☽ warnings: short chapters, stardew valley au, yandere behaviors, obsession, stalking, hybrid abuse, slightly sick love, possessive, manipulative, gaslighting. platonic yandere, hybrid and human relationships, and future warnings when more chapters come out, spelling mistakes and grammar who?

╰･ﾟ✧☽ characters for now: Izuku Midoriya, Katsuki Bakugou, Mina Ashido, Ochako Uraraka, Tenya lida, Denki Kaminari, Kyoka Jiro, Tsuyu Asui, Shoto Todoroki, Eijiro Kirishima, Hanta Sero, Mashirao Ojiro, Koji Koda, Momo Yaoyorozu

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Everything you once saw, the brightest of grass and the crops ripe and perfect, and the animals in the barns chirping of happiness— it was all gone. once a happy place you roamed in the summer as a kid was now a abandoned filthy place, old bards with holes and damaged walls. Nothing was what it used to be, the grass was as tall as small trees and it was going to take a lot of lovin.

But if your granddad taught you one thing is that; working for a better future would make everything you did it worth it.

And that’s exactly why you are here, to make your future. Everything in your life was about becoming a farmer, like your grandfather. and like him, you believed hybrids deserved to be in a safe and open land to roam, not such in some metal factory and enclosed to live their life.

“Come join the number one hybrid farm in Japan, The League.” the tv rung in your ears back at the college room, the place had been taking over everything and running all the local and good places out. at one point the only place you probably could work at was The League, since they seemed to be everywhere. “New locations, New Areas, And New Pay. Call the number on your screen for more information.” you had heard the commercial so many times you rolled your eyes everytime.

Never did you believe they would come out here, and be the competition.

Honestly, the first day your body was drained easily from all the work. The labor wasn’t exactly what you were expecting to start off with, moving the rooks and weeding. But you had supplies to start off with thankfully, the money he left you was so much, and ready for a new purpose. But the only thing that was helping you in all of this, your holy grail was a local store owner. Arthur, who happened to be your grandfathers best friend.

slapping the metal truck with the gloved hand, the old man smiled and stepped down from the back of the moving truck. you whipped off the sweat from your skin and catch your breath as the unpacked heavy boxes placed besides you and man.

“The old man used to buy twice as much as this and unload it all him, then complain when his back hurt afterwards. Lucky, he had me to talk some since into him.” the white haired man spoke breathlessly. you didn’t want him to have to help, seeing his age but he was in better shape then you by the looks of things. “Old bat was stubborn, you got that in you kid?”

taking a deep breath you arose from the bend down position you were in and look at the man, smiling a bit you commented back. “Used to give granddad a run for his money, I think I have it in me.” you were earned with a deep chuckle and a small one from yourself. starting back up again you closed the doors and gave the man who drove the truck the okay and he drove away.

the next day was worse then the first, your body was sore and tired, you wore sunscreen all over your body to protect you from the heat damage and the illnesses you could catch. unpacking all the equipment, getting them put together, and make sure the starter crops are taken care of. you took many breaks. and Arthur was the greatest help you could ask for.

you heard the story of how he met your granddad many times before, but you didn’t mind hearing it from his side. Arthur had moved from the United States to start his business with his family, and your grandfather was just started out in town. they were younger and bonded right away, and there for marriages, children and grandchildren. knowing he wasn’t as alone when you left was comforting in a away but you knew the full story. just before your tenth birthday you were moved away from the small town with your parents and left the farm behind.

“He talked about you every day.” The words perked up your ears. You looked at Arthur as he continued to work on a huge fan.

“Everything that happened in your life, he would tell me. What happened at middle school sport events, to dances and even show pictures of the dresses you wore. And man, when you went to college for Hybrid Education he was bursting with energy again.” It’s been a long time since he was able to leave the cabin. You knew that, but knowing still punched you in the guts.

“Was he proud?” asking was a waste of time.

“Proud as hell, there should be no doubt about it. His pride and joy was you, more then anything he did here, and now you have a legacy to continue.” smiling you continue to work to hold yourself from the weight building up in your chest. you missed him so much.

Each day there was something new to fix and call in, you knew granddad was rich from the bank account he left you. but boy, it sure was a lot of money. and now, you finally had a starting point. you had scheduled a barn repair on the electrical and building. the crops were set up along with the sprinklers and scare crows, even cleaned out the well…but not without getting algae all over you.

Smalltowns in the country side where the best, everyone in the community was helpful towards one other. And since The League had a location down the road, the people really came together. Businesses were losing in hybrid projects and animals, but the crops were the same. But this met more hybrids lost there homes, and had to be relocated elsewhere else or to The League…You hated it.

A big wooden sign at one of the joint shop centers made you smile and turn into the lot. today was the weekly event, selling of many things of local produces. you remember coming here as a kid and always getting blueberry jam from the market lady. and just like then, it was crowded. and with a lot of stalls and moving trucks. Arthur had told you they still had them and that you should check it out. of course you wouldn’t miss this for anything.

you shut the truck door and fixed your clothes before started the walk around. everyone was selling amazing things at their booths. the first table you saw was one cover in homemade soap bars and honey products. a sweet older couple ran that shop. some stalls were for hybrids for sale but you didn’t have room for them, at least until the barns are rebuilt. but milk, crops and seeds where your thing anyway to look at.

“how much for this?” the only person behind the table was a young girl who looked angry and ready to chew off your head, it was laughable. she was going to be hard to haggle, but a amazing work ethic. “I don’t know you, so twenty bucks.” your eyes widen and look down at the honey in your hand. it was a very small jar…and not worth it, I mean for the bigger bottles sure.

“Hmm, how about ten?” the small girl glared at your words and huffed. she shook her head in annoyance and pointed to the tag, “you trying to get out of paying hard working people lady? This is the best honey you’ll find in the whole country! Haggling is only for people I know,” her finger pointed at you and you back up a little at her shouting voice. “And you ain’t it!”

signing you pull out a twenty and handed it to her, she smiles so kindly you forget about the anger she had. placing it in your cloth bag you continue walking down the path, smiling and looking around. not much you could buy yet, though you did buy from groceries and loaded the up in the bed of the truck.

“well if it ain’t the talk of the town,” a sweet woman’s voice called out loudly. you turn your gaze and see a almost forgotten face, but one that filled you with joy and nostalgia. “Aunty Hoshiko.” You scream and rush over, the older woman comes out form her booth and takes you into her arms. only now did you realize the sweet small of jam and the jar’s decorated like they used to be, but this area was bigger and a extra tent was behind it.

“I couldn’t believe you moved back here after moving to the city, heard you got into a good college.” She smiled from cheek to cheek while pulling away. “Why come back here?” it was flattering how much she thought of you, but you couldn’t have stayed away from this place for much longer.

“Well, grandpa left me the farm and I needed to start my new life. Can’t get much better then a already laid for land, and with great soil.” she hummed but her eyes dropped a little and her smile became different. “I’m so sorry, he was a good man. you tell me if you need any help okay? Your granddad helped us a lot, so many people in town will be willing to do help too.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” you smile and take a peek at the table, “mind if I look?” she is excited to show you all the new flavors and jars she has, letting you smell each one. she even offers you a discount for family.

you had a few jams picked out but you keep looking at everything, knowing you’ll come home with more. then there was a sign and paperwork around on a tables end.“Hybrid Rescues” is what you read and your hands reached for it immediately. seeing your interested, Hoshiko started to talk.

“The League has been running out businesses, hybrids are either purchased or…end up alone and abandoned. My friend runs a rescue company, we help her out here trying to give some of them a home.” you clinch the paper in your hand and want both more then to go punch the owners of the company. No hybrid deserves to be left alone.

“I usually have a few here with me, but today only one is for sale. He’s very special. And a house animal, or helper if you will since I know you don’t have much room for more yet.” the next step was to always get hybrids, but you weren’t sure if today was the best idea today…

“Oh!” that wasn’t your choice since she pulled your arm and lend you into the tent where only one hybrids sat. you struggled to look away from the hybrid laying in the floor.

He was huge. he looked peaceful tho, curled up on a bed and resting peacefully. he had long and pointed ears, a middle tail that curled. “he’s a special breed, no idea why they didn’t keep him since he must have cost a fortune.” there was a small scar on his arm and you hated to see, it looked like cattle whip strokes.

“tenya,” she called out quietly to wake the dog. you really didn’t know if you should get a hybrid, but seeing him already you knew you couldn’t say no. his furry ears twitched and his body rolled over ready to see what was happening. he was fast, and he was built. a pure breed for herding and hard labor. “I have someone here who needs a dog to help around the farm.” she patted you on the back and you got shy for some reason.

His tail was sticking up, his eyes glancing over and panicked. he was on high alert. “Hey buddy, my names y/n.” You smile softly. You don’t want to move until he gives you a sign. his nose sniffs into the air for a moment and his body freezes, you both stop for a minute too.

until the thumping of his tail was heard and he jumped up to greet you properly. you are taken aback and he gets excited and starts to shout, you can’t help but to smile. “My names Tenya, I am apart of the Iida breed. I have experience in herding, working and defending territory. I have many skills,” his hands reaches for hers and stuffs it into his nose to get a proper smell.

“Hello to you too,” you giggle. having some help now would be good, and a herding dog would the best thing.

“Tell me iida, are you okay with maybe coming home with me?” if it was only a dog he would for sure be jumping on you from how happy he seems to be.

Iida didn’t want you to leave to get things needed, saying it was his job to be with you now but you need to find food and things before leaving. he whined forever until he saw you again.

you came back to get him…like you said you would. he loved you, loved you so much. the kindest human he’s met.

Riding back to the farm was a journey. he was talking every second about all the things he could do, from each animal, hybrid or not. boy, was so happy to be by your side. and he was asking about you too. why you picked him? what you wanted him to do.

your heart broke once you got back to the cabin.

you held the door open and called for him to come in, but he just stood on the porch looking at you almost guilty. “Hybrids aren’t aloud inside, I must protect you from out here.” he was already looking for a place to set up for the night. it was a miracle you didn’t start crying again.

“Well, whoever told you that was a idiot. Many dog hybrids are aloud inside, and it’s my house so my roles go.” you tap the door again. he was hesitant, and it took about ten minutes to get him inside. and you told him to stay put while you get the things from the car…then told him it was a order to get him to stay.

you placed the things on the floor and smiled, proud of yourself. “Okay, so I got a large mattress for you. We can place it anywhere you want, also got you special food, hybrids approved.” he looked at the mattress for a long minute. Iida couldn’t believe it was his, he hadn’t slept on one of them since he was little, and then at the market earlier. And this one was his, made for his height and weight for him to sleep…inside.

“Your bought this for me?” He asked while poking at the bed, it’s softness amazed him. once he accepted his reality his tail starts to swing like crazy and crawled over to you, and hugged you lovingly.

“I’ll be the best boy I promise. anything you need I will do, anything.” his grip tightened around your waist and pushed his head into your plush stomach. you patted his head and thanked him, and told him he deserved to be loved and cared for.

That night, he placed his bed in front of your bedroom door and stood watch in his bed. to protect you, his master…his.

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ms-fade · 10 months

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So imagine…

Yan!Adult!Bakusquad x Fem!Reader 18+ Drabble

I pictured a certain type of reader for this but nothing is said. But the reader is shy, slightly innocent and a big sub. Warnings: Sl*t calling, name calling, slight spanking, them being manipulating, also thought of a chubby/plus-size reader but not mentioned.

Being the squads darling and them still trying to control themselves around you so that you can be comfortable. Like holding themselves back from kissing you and pulling you around, or fucking your pretty cunt each time they see you. It’s so hard for them to hold back since they love you so much. When you sit on there lap or hug them, maybe even cuddle up against them at sleepovers. The squad has taken control of your life slowly and you start to think you need them to even breathe. They buy you clothes so you wear it for them, they spoil you to the ends of the world. Slowly you start to relay on them more and more which they felt so happy for.

So when they opened your appointment with a spare key they couldn’t find you, they never told you they were coming over. You just got out of the shower, water rolling down your body and the heat of the room suffocating you almost. But you dropped your panties and had to reach down to pick them up. The door opened just when you bent down to pick it up. Mina blushes and froze when she saw your pussy in full view and your ass stuck out. Her dreams fail in comparison to the real thing. “Naughty girl, waiting till I open the door.” You jumped out of your skin and quickly covered yourself back up with your towel that was to short.

“Mina!” You screamed and she inches closer while her eyes clouded over, and her tongue tracing her lips. “Don’t be embarrassed, baby~” she grips ahold of your hips and it causes you to squeak. “I’ve been dreaming of that pretty pussy.” Her lips smashed against yours and you didn’t have time to protest as she kept kissing you. Your body heated up and moaned against her lips. The boys came to the door and watched amused at the sight of you almost bare and being kissed by Mina. Their cocks harden at the sweet sight. “Thought we’d do that together.” You opened your eyes and saw their eyes all on you and you got embarrassed.

“She started it,” she smirked and reached up the towel from behind and smacked your ass. “Showed me that pretty pussy, she was begging.” You shook your head in protest. “D-didn’t know you were here.” Kirishima came over and titled his head, his eyes matching the dark spark in all of their eyes. “But you do want us to see you, hmm?” He asked and you couldn’t get your voice to work. They watched you shake and get so flustered that you looked away with a pout in your pretty lips. Soon his hand come to your cheeks and squished them together and yanked you closer, they could tell he wasn’t being light with his grip.

“Such a little slut, showing only Mina. We all give you everything and you want to keep it to yourself?” You look up at him with wide and teary eyes. “Or do you want to be a good girl?” It sounded so nice when he spoke, the nickname rolling off his tongue that it light a fire within you. You nodded and he let you go, you look at all them shyly. Taking a deep breath you drop your towel and bend down to show the boys exactly what Mina saw. You hear them growling and groan at the sight. “Pretty girl.” Mina patted your head and pulled you back up.

“I did good?” Their hearts melted at the submissive tone in your voice. Mina smiles and cupped your cheek, “Did so good.” You smile and your head went light. Footsteps came across the tile and stopped behind you, big hands landed on your hips and yanked you back. “I don’t think I can kept myself from ruining you,” the voice you could tell was from Bakugo. His hands trailed up your waist and to your chest, then over your breasts to give the nipples a twist making you whine. “Want to be our little slut?”

His cock pressed hard against your bare ass and you almost moaned at the feeling while thinking of it in you. “Don’t hog her bakugo.” Denik groans and comes in front of you with a smile, “Look at you, pretty girl.” His fingers went to your thighs and you instantly stiffened up. “Come on, speak up.” You licked your lips and blinked your eyes up at him. “Y-Yes. I wanna be yours- All of yours.” Bakugo chuckled while he kissed your neck and tugged on your nipples which causes you pain but pleasure.

“That’s it, give yourself to us.” Another pair of hands reached for your body and the boys didn’t fuss over it. “Such a dirty girl, but only for us.” Sero looked down at you and his arms held you close to him, your nipples on his chest. He laughed at your expression of full bliss and then picked you up to carry you to the bedroom. They all laughed as your squeal with your ass and pussy just handing over his shoulder squirming.

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dovkss · 1 year

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Dumb Bitch

word count: 5.8k

summary: after you pine after him for so long with no luck, Katsuki finally decides to take you as his; thanks to his best friend.

warning: 18+; mean dom! katsuki; dirty talk (ish); oral (m receiving); rough sex; spitting; choking; breath play; degradation; hair pulling; manipulation; dacryphilia; edging; size kink; misogyny; yandere tendencies; kinda ooc, I was having a lot of fun with this one; kinda dubcon-ish?, reader is drunk for the most part; katsuki is an ass; poor eijiro won’t take no for an answer and ends up getting fucked over bc of it; katsuki and ei are basically frenemies

all characters are aged up !!

a/n: my first published fic on this blog omg !! sorry for any mistakes or anything, I kinda rushed this but I enjoyed making this, hope you enjoy reading it :)

Kirishima stood in the middle of his room with his phone in his hand as a mischievous grin tugged at the corners of his lips. He knew of your little crush on his best friend and he couldn’t help but want to play cupid. He had the perfect plan, all he needed to do now was execute it. Sure, he knew Bakugou's disdain for you ran deep, but he also couldn't shake off the nagging feeling that there could be something more.

Dialing your number, he chuckled to himself, imagining the reaction he’d get out of you. It wasn't long before the ringback tone was cut off by the call connecting. Immediately you greeted him with a voice filled with joy, as usual.

“Hi, Kiri!” you greeted.

“Hey hey! How’s it going?” he asked.

You hummed in delight. He heard tiny giggles in the background. “Great,” you exclaimed. “The girls and I are having a sleepover right now… if you wanna talk to Mina, she’s right here- fuck!”

From the sound of it, you were hit as a sign to shut up. Kirishima chuckled at your guys’ antics. “Well, this is easy enough knowing you’re all in one place! I’m throwing a little get-together this weekend, I want you all to be there!”

It got a little quiet on the other end of the line, the only thing being heard is some shuffling and slight whispers.

“Hmm, who’s all gonna be there?” you asked curiously.

Kirishima smiled. “He’s gonna be there.”

He could almost hear the collective gasp that came from you and your friends. Then it went dead silent. You muted yourself. The redhead imagined your guys’ squeals.

You cleared your throat, going back to trying to act normal, and unmuted yourself. “Count us in, Kiri!” you exclaimed. “We wouldn’t miss it for the world!”

Everything was going to plan. You and he said your goodbyes before the call ended. Kirishima couldn’t help but wear a satisfied grin. He knew he had sparked a glimmer of hope within you. The idea of igniting a connection between you and Bakugou excited him. But it was soon dampened when Bakugou stormed into the room with a couple of cans of soda in his hands.

“What the hell was that about?” he asked.

Kirishima knew he couldn’t lie to him. Bakugou knows when he lies. Bakugou set the sodas on the wood floor and grabbed two cans. He tossed one to his friend and opened up his own. He sat on Kirishima’s bed, facing him, awaiting an answer.

Kirishima popped his soda open and took a sip. The room was filled with tense silence, even if it was for only a moment. “I just invited some last-minute people to the party,” he said.

True.

Bakugou’s vermillion eyes narrowed. His intense gaze radiated intense annoyance. “Who?” he questioned some more.

Kirishima winced playfully at Bakugou’s usual harsh response. He would rather intend to pique the ash blonde’s curiosity rather than ignite his ire.

"Don't worry about it, bro. We'll see everybody there!"

For the first time, Bakugou wanted to be wrong. He shook his head in disapproval before chugging down some more of his soda. "You're a fucking idiot, Kirishima. I thought you knew better than to invite her."

Kirishima squinted at Bakugou. "I get that you don't like her, but you're also being way too quick to judge. Get to know her a little better, she isn't who you think she is."

Bakugou scoffed, his voice filled with disbelief. "You think I would waste my time on someone like her? You should know me better than that."

"I just think that maybe-"

"That fucking shallow, attention-seeking whore. I have no interest in girls like her."

Kirishima's expression softened, his voice gentle but firm. "Not cool, man. She's still my friend," he started, "and I think you watch too many movies. Not every girl that cares about how they look on the outside is some dumb bitch."

Bakugou's scowl deepened, frustration etched on his face. "I don't need you playing matchmaker, Kirishima. I can take care of myself."

Kirishima sighed and raised his hands in defeat. "Fine! I'll let it go!" He then offered a small smile to defuse the tension. "Let's focus on getting this shit ready. We need to go out and buy some cups and food and... whatever else I can't think of on the spot right now!"

Bakugou grumbled in agreement. "Whatever. Let's get this shit over with."

Your shoes clicked softly against the polished floor of the library as you anxiously scanned the aisles of the bookshelves. You were searching for Kirishima and you were in a bit of a rush.

Earlier that morning while you were packing your purse, you realized your beloved wallet, adorned with sparkling rhinestones, wasn't on your vanity. You would never dare forget it; you relied on it because it had every card you could think of in there. And some backup cash.

You rummaged through other bags and drawers, panic rising within you. It was one of your most treasured possessions, something your mother gave you as a gift before you left for college. You desperately needed that wallet, especially now, with an important event just hours away.

Realization struck you like a bolt of lightning. You remembered opening it to pay the pizza delivery man at Kirishima's house the previous day when you were studying with him and the girls. You must've left it behind. You were so stupid!

With a sigh of frustration, you dialed Kirishima's number from your backup flip phone since your main phone was dead. Your fingers trembled lightly as you held it up to your ear, you hoped beyond hope that he had seen it. You didn't expect him to pick up because he wouldn't possibly recognize the number but he did.

"Hello?" he answered.

"Kiri! Hi, how are you? Good? That's great," you greeted eagerly, "um, do you by any chance know if I left my wallet at your place?" You rocked back and forth as you shoved your purse into the front seat of your car, putting your key into the ignition.

There was a brief pause on the other end of the line. "Oh, that's yours? The one with a bunch of glitter… crap on it? Yeah, I have it on me right now actually." he said.

You let out a sigh of relief and smiled. "Great, can I pick it up from your right now? I'm kind of in a hurry..."

He chuckled. "Of course! I'll be on campus for a couple more hours, just swing by the library."

With a renewed sense of purpose, you drove to campus. It took you way longer than usual due to traffic, but you made it nonetheless.

You made it to the library and began scanning the room, looking for your friend. The scent of old books filled the air, and the hushed whispers of students studying added an aura of calmness.

You spotted Kirishima in a corner, engrossed in a thick textbook, writing down notes as well, and you made your way toward him. As you approached, your eyes inadvertently fell upon a figure sitting next to him doing the same.

A slightly taller man with spiky blonde hair. You could tell by the way he sat, he was undeniably arrogant. Katsuki Bakugou.

Your heart skipped a beat and a nervous flutter ran through you. You'd heard rumors of his fiery personality. His ability to put anyone who dared to cross his path in their place. You were very curious about him.

"Kiri!" you chirped, flashing a bright smile.

Kirishima looked up from his book and returned the kind gesture. He put his finger up to his lips, reminding you that they were still in a library. You quietly apologized and laughed at yourself.

"It's in my bag, hold on," he whispered. He picked up his backpack from the floor next to him, unzipping it to go through the contents inside.

Your gaze wandered across the library. You tried your best to not look at Bakugou. It was hard not to, though, he was very handsome. Finally, you gave in and turned your attention to him.

You offered a tentative smile. "Hi there! I don't think we've met before."

Bakugou's piercing gaze met yours. He was unimpressed and regarded you as if your presence irritated him. Unbeknownst to you, it did.

Your smile faltered for a moment, but you refused to let his cold demeanor deter you. "I'm a friend of Kirishima's-"

"I know who you are," he responded curtly, his tone laced with thinly veiled contempt.

You felt your cheeks heat up. His voice was so intimidating and so attractive. "Katsuki Bakugou, right? I've heard a lot about you."

His dirty look became more prominent. "Yeah, I've heard enough about you too."

Your heart sank a little at his words. What did he hear? You weren't aware of any rumors of you or anything, and you were kind to everyone. The dummies, weirdos, everyone!

Kirishima chimed in. "Be nice, man," he said as he got up with your wallet in his hand. He handed it to you and you took it from him.

"Thanks so much, Kiri," you said, a sense of relief washing over you. "You have no idea how much I rely on this thing."

He shook his head, his smile showcasing his sharp teeth. "Don’t we all!"

You nodded, your gaze fixed on your reflection in your little compact mirror. "You saved the day, yet again, Kiri. I owe you one."

Ever since then, you got to know more about Bakugou thanks to Kirishima. How despite what many would believe, he's organized, and a clean freak. How much he hates being around kids yet are so great with them. Just how well he can play the drums or cook.

You thought you were subtle but it was obvious that you longed for Bakugou. It wasn't your fault he was everything you wanted in a man.

He had it all. Hardworking, determined, and confident. It was so sexy. The only problem was that he didn't seem interested at all. If anything, he seemed to despise you. To him, you were just an annoying bug that kept coming back even after being swatted at.

You wanted to win him over. When you knew you would be around him, you purposefully dressed a little sexier. Bending over to grab things even while wearing the shortest skirt that barely covered your ass and tight shirts to enhance your chest and waist.

Bakugou didn't even spare you a sympathetic glance. But you kept going. Tonight was the party and this was your last chance. If you couldn't even do as much as strike up a conversation with him, you told yourself you'd give up. You were too pretty for all this effort to be put into a man. But god, he was so hot.

Your anticipation grew as you and your friends approached Kirishima's house. The usually quiet neighborhood was transformed into a hive of activity. Cars lined the streets and the sound of laughter and music spilled from the open windows. What was meant to be a "get-together" had turned into a Project X party.

"Todoroki, could you go any damn slower?" Mina complained, her seat belt already off.

"You want me to run over these people?" he asked. You giggled, knowing his question was literal.

Mina groaned in annoyance, mumbling a small 'no.' Momo was in the front seat next to her boyfriend. "Don't listen to her, she's just a little impatient."

Finally, Todoroki got you guys to the front of the house. You were the first to get out, followed by Mina coming out behind you. Momo kissed her boyfriend. Then gave him another kiss. Then another.

Mina whined loudly. "Oh my god, Momo! He's just going to park the car! He's not leaving you, come on!"

You leave them behind in silence. As you pushed open the front door, the energy hit you like a tidal wave. Every inch of the house was packed with people, bodies swaying to the rhythm of the music. The air was thick with alcohol, weed, and the hum of people trying to converse over the loud music.

You looked around, mouth agape. You didn't even notice Mina and Momo by your side. Their eyes widened at the sight before them.

Mina leaned in closer to be heard above the noise. "This place is insane!" she exclaimed, her voice barely audible amidst the chaos.

Momo nodded in agreement. "I don't think any of us expected this. Kirishima sure knows how to throw a party."

Your eyes scanned the room in search of the boy. You caught a glimpse of his familiar red hair through the crowd and motioned for your friends to follow.

It was a challenge to move through people. Your face scrunched up in disgust as the air grew warmer. The smell finally getting to you, it was gross. Sweaty bodies rubbed against you as you made your way through. You gagged. The once cozy house had transformed into something completely unrecognizable.

Finally reaching Kirishima's side, you tapped him on the shoulder. He turned around and greeted you. It took you a moment before realizing he was shirtless. And his hair wasn't done how it usually was. It was messy and wet.

"What happened here? This was supposed to be a small get-together!" you asked, evidently in disbelief.

Kirishima laughed. "I know! It got a bit out of hand! But hey, more people, more fun, right? By the way, you look gorgeous!"

You wore a corset dress. The bodice was designed with pretty lacing and the mini skirt boasted a slit on each side. The white set was complete with thick stilettos and makeup that accentuated your natural features.

You felt your face get hot and you smiled, giving him a little twirl to show off your outfit. Kirishima dog whistled playfully and handed you a plastic red cup. You looked inside and sniffed it. Alcohol. Strong, strong alcohol.

Taking what Kirishima said, you and your friends were immersed in the lively atmosphere of the party. You all danced; twirling and spinning, laughter blending in with the melodies as you lost yourself.

With a drink in each of your guys' hands, your inhibitions further dissolved, and you found yourselves caught in a whirlwind of euphoria. You clinked cups, toasting to the night, and gulped down the concoction.

Your mind was no longer consumed by thoughts of Bakugou. The weight of your infatuation was lifted, replaced with a sense of liberation. You reveled in the present moment, finding comfort exactly where you were.

Time lost its grip and you were having fun. By the time you were worn out, your cheeks were flushed and the warmth of the alcohol coursed through your veins, the effects beginning to take a toll on your mind and body. What was just an exhilarating atmosphere now seemed overwhelming, your energy dwindling with each passing moment. Your giggles faded and were replaced with yawns that you couldn't stifle.

Kirishima approached you with a concerned look. He gently placed a hand on your head, stroking your forehead with his thumb. "You are exhausted..."

You closed your eyes for a tiny bit of rest and your ability to hold yourself up became harder and harder. Kirishima shooed away some random person off the couch to make some room for you. He helped you sit up and made sure you were comfortable before going to look for his blonde best friend.

"Bakugou!" Kirishima called out over the music. He approached the guy who sat in the corner of the party, a group of people Kirishima had never seen before was surrounding his friend.

He pushed through the small crowd. "I need your help."

Bakugou blinked at the lack of explanation. "With what?"

Kirishima nudged his head toward where you were sitting. Bakugou's eyes followed only to see your state. You looked sick and stiff, almost as if you were dead. He groaned, taking a swig of his beer. "Not my problem-"

"She's fucking tired! Just help me take her to my room so she can get some rest!" Kirishima's expression didn't waver as he pressed on. "I know we aren't exactly getting along right now, but I can't do this alone."

A mixture of irritation and reluctance flickered across Bakugou's face. His jaw clenched, the internal conflict was visible in his tense posture. After a brief moment, he finally relented.

"If she pukes on me, I'm killing both of you," he grumbled.

Together, Kirishima and Bakugou made their way through the crowded room. Bakugou downed the last of his drink before tossing it somewhere he couldn't see. He watched Kirishima pull you up from the couch, your tired form leaning on him for support and your eyes struggling to stay open.

Bakugou's mind wandered back to all the instances when you had made your attempts to catch his attention. He'd seen your efforts, dismissing them as frivolous and uninteresting. But up until recently, recognition stirred within him.

“F-fuck! Katsuki!”

The boy groaned in response. His thrusts didn’t let up even for a moment. He had her in doggy style, making sure to go deep inside her with his long strokes. His hands pressed down on her hips to keep her in place as her upper half wriggled around in pleasure.

Bakugou was turned off by her horrible acting. It was worse than a pornstar’s. At this rate, he knew he wouldn’t cum at all despite her already cumming for the first time.

The girl wasn’t ugly, she just wasn’t his type. Too vanilla for someone like him. He needed to rough someone up without worry. To grab someone by the neck and push their head into his pillow. To make someone take his big dick in full as they plead for mercy.

You were that someone.

He imagined pulling your hair and lifting you against him, your sweating bodies pressed against each other. How he’d throw you back down and pound into you from behind relentlessly. How you’d look back at him, unrecognizable with your makeup smudged and messed up, his hand rubbing along your back, up and down.

“Please… too big!” you’d bed.

He wanted badly to shake those thoughts away but he couldn’t. He closed his eyes to imagine more of what he’d do to you. Before he knew it, the thoughts set him off.

He pulled out of the girl and stroked a bit before cumming on her backside. She breathed in and out heavily, trying to catch her breath. She also began to touch herself so she can cum a second time

Bakugou didn’t help. He was busy thinking about you. Thinking about your lips, eyes, curves, and smell. You. You. You. He wanted you all for himself. But he knew your type; sweet on the outside, secretly hoping to be given a chance to play others to get what you wanted. He wasn’t going to play that game.

That night haunted him for weeks. When you came around, he went out of his way to avoid coming in contact with you. In his room, he would hear your voice ask: “What’s wrong with him?”

Kirishima would respond: “He’s been this like for a minute, but I’m not pushing it.”

Later that night, after you left, Kirishima knocked on Bakugou’s door. In one of his hands, he had a bowl of food that he cooked the day before.

“You’ve been in your room all day, bro! You need to help me set up!” he said.

Bakugou examined the boxing glove on his left hand. He wiggled his fingers only to realize it was way too stiff. Now he needed new gloves.

“M’ not hungry.”

Kirishima opened the door anyway and approached the boy, putting the dish on his desk. He looked at Bakugou and crossed his arms. "Something botherin' you, man?"

Bakugou huffed. Kirishima may have been a little slow, but he wasn't stupid. He could tell when his best friend is off.

Kirishima sighed. "(Y/n) and I noticed that you've been kinda distant lately. You barely come around anymore."

"Why is she always mentioned whenever we talk?"

Kirishima was taken aback. He raised an eyebrow.

Bakugou finally stood up, looking him dead in the eyes. "It's obvious you have a thing for her.

Kirishima stammered, unsure of how to respond. "I mean- I care about her as a friend, just like I do you. There's nothing more to it."

"You're always by her side, looking out for her, protecting her. Like you're fucking obsessed with her! It's pathetic!"

Kirishima shook his head in disbelief. "Just because I'm being a good friend doesn't mean I have ulterior motives. If you can't see that, then maybe you're the one with the problem here!"

Bakugou's body blazed with irritation. "You're fucking jealous that she pays more attention to me than she does to you."

Kirishima's jaw tightened. Immediately Bakugou knew he struck a nerve.

"Face it, Kirishima. She isn't interested, so back off. You're nothing compared to me."

Without another word, Kirishima turned on his heel, standing tall and steps firm as he walked away from the blonde. "Party is in three hours. Be ready."

Bakugou couldn't help but get another jab in as he listened to Kirishima mumble insults before slamming the door shut behind him.

"Stop worrying about me and start worrying about how you're gonna get your bitch off my dick!"

A wry smile formed on Bakugou’s lips as he recalled the telltale signs that hadn’t gone unnoticed before. Kirishima’s subtle glances in your direction, the way his eyes would light up whenever you entered the room, how his cheeks turned pink whenever you laughed at his jokes.

Bakugou knew his friend wouldn’t admit that he liked you, but he also knew you didn't know. You were nothing but a dumb bitch.

As they reached Kirishima's room, Bakugou held the door open, allowing Kirishima to guide you inside due to your unsteady steps. The room was untouched, bathed in a warm, inviting glow like it always had. It offered a haven of tranquility, opposite of the chaotic activities going on downstairs.

Kirishima led you to his bed, helping you settle down with gentle care. "Thanks. I'll stay with her for a bit. You can head back to the party if you want-"

He was interrupted by the sound of glass breaking. His eyes widened. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" He got up and rushed out the door without an explanation, only a ‘be right back!’

Bakugou watched him go and contemplated leaving himself. Then he looked at you, your chest softly rising up and down and you breathe. He sighed and went to close the door before sitting down next to your resting body. He traced his fingertips down the side of your arm.

“You want me so bad, don't you?" he asked. But it was more of a rhetorical question.

Suddenly you nodded softly. "Y-Yeah..."

Oh, you were awake. Bakugou's eyes furrowed.

"More than anything..."

"Then prove it," he growled. "Prove to me that you're worthy of my attention."

Barely conscious, you didn't understand what he meant, but as the alcohol faded, your sense came back to you. Your willingness to do anything to win Bakugou over was back and took over your mind in an instant.

You began to unbutton your shirt, revealing your lacy bra. Bakugou watched you with a cold, calculating gaze.

"You think that's enough?" he scoffed. "You really are a dumb bitch who doesn't know anything."

Your eyes filled with tears. You'd never been spoken to like that before. Yet, something about it made you hot. His coldness and brutality made you rub your thighs together.

"Please, Bakugou," you pleaded.

Bakugou then shook his head as he began to knead your thigh. "Call me Katsuki."

You smiled. Finally, you were getting what you wanted. He saw you. He noticed you. He's into you.

"Please, Katsuki," you whispered. "Tell me what you want me to do..."

His hand kept moving all over your body. Your heart pounded in your chest, scared of what his response may be. But he never said anything, he just eyed you.

Looking you up and down, his index and ring fingers grazing over your lips. Suddenly, he popped them into your mouth. As if it was a reflex, you wrapped your lips around them, sucking on them sightly. He caught you off guard when he pressed against the bottom of your tongue, making you gag. You turned your head, hoping he'd pull away.

Bakugou chuckled. "Get up for me, baby, and strip."

He let you sit up but not before wiping your saliva off his fingers onto your cheek. You slowly stood in front of him, holding onto his shoulders for support. He leaned back, trying to get a better view of your full body.

Slowly you began to remove your clothes. You felt exposed. Way more vulnerable than you ever had before. You avoided his hungry gaze.

"You know..." he began.

You looked up at him, not stopping the motions of getting undressed.

"Kirishima likes you."

You smiled. "I like him too. He's a good friend."

Bakugou wanted to laugh in your face. Your naivety was cute. He decided to be nice and only nodded in agreement. He watched intensely as the article of clothing dropped to the floor. His eyes studied your undergarments. It was a matching set, in pink. Of course. He felt himself twitch.

He sat up and extended his arm out to your cheek, lightly caressing it. "That's not what I meant."

In a flash, he let go of your face to grab a fistful of your hair, pulling it back roughly. You whimper, your eyes shut tight. Your hands follow his actions, trying to pry him off.

"Aah! Katsuki, it hurts!" you winced in pain.

"Awe. Awe, it hurts? Yeah?" he mocked your tone before chuckling. "Can't even handle a little hair pulling."

He stood up, towering over you. He pushed you down slowly to your knees, praising you for your compliance. You shivered due to your bare body being exposed to the cold air.

With his other hand, he unbuckled his pants and unzipped himself. You listened to his pants fall and lightly bit your lip. Suddenly your face was pushed forward, being pressed into something hard.

You opened your eyes and looked up at Bakugou. You could see his rock-hard cock through his clean underwear. It curved slightly to the side and he was awfully big... and long... and thick.

You weren't a virgin but you weren't very experienced either. You'd never seen one so big before. You doubted that you were able to take that in any capacity. Not in your mouth, not in your pussy either, but you wanted so badly to impress him.

You rubbed your cheek against his dick, making him breathe out slowly. Bakugou pushed your head aside, harsher than he expected, and pulled down his underwear. He grabbed you by your cheeks and looked you in the eyes.

You were so beautiful like that. On his knees for him. Under him, below him; where you were meant to be.

Grabbing his cock, he slaps it against your face before pressing it to your lips. You open up, allowing him to smoothly slip it in.

"Ahh... shit..." he groaned as the warmth of your mouth took in his cock. You try to work your tongue around him as best as you could, his cock barely being able to fit in your mouth.

He gripped your hair in his fist as he began to move against your face, making you choke. The lipgloss you wore had been smeared, staining your mouth; your mascara ran down your cheeks as your eyes watered every time his cock slammed the back of your throat.

"Look at you. Eagerly swallowing my cock- fuck! Such a slut," he sighed.

Bakugou began to go faster, not giving you any time to take a break. You'd never been face fucked before, let alone roughly. Your gagging became more audible whenever your nose brushed against his pubes. You needed air, but he didn't give you any time to take a break.

You slapped his thigh a couple of times, trying to signal him. He understood; he just didn't care. Finally, he showed some mercy and pulled your hair back to allow you to breathe.

You gasped and cough. You let out unsteady breaths and it was hard for you to catch up to your normal pace of breathing. This didn't last very long though as Bakugou pried open your jaw, shoving his fingers in your mouth once again, this time reaching your throat. You choked again, more tears falling from your face. He kept his hand there for a few seconds, studying your pathetic attempt to please him. When you began to cough again, he pulled out.

"Impressive. Where'd you learn that?"

You felt your body growing even more tired than it was before. You opened your mouth to breathe, only for him to spit directly into it.

"Swallow."

You obeyed. His saliva slid down your throat with ease as you swallowed, and then you opened your mouth to show him. He smirked and stood up. You watched him lift you onto Kirishima's bed, positioning your head to dangle off the bed, facing the closed door.

You felt his tall, strong body leaning over yours as his mouth explored every inch of your skin. His fingers, still soaked with your saliva, slid off your panties and ran along your entrance. You were undeniably wet, and it was embarrassing. How easily you got wet. Bakugou thought it was adorable.

At first, his fingers rubbed just on top of your throbbing clit. You moan out softly, your hands moving down to his hair, playing with it a little. Your back arched at the sensation, causing him to push down your hips to keep you still.

"Look at yourself whoring out for me. You should be ashamed," he said.

He was right. You should have been ashamed. But... you weren't. You couldn't think straight, all you wanted in that moment was for him to be inside of you.

You lifted your head to watch him only for it to be put back down as his lips came up to kiss your neck. His fingers went faster, and you felt yourself squeeze around him. More moans came out of you as you concentrated.

His kisses, his fingers, his hot breath, his body.

Kisses, fingers, hot breath, body.

Kisses, fingers, breath, body.

Kisses, fingers, breath-

"M' gonna cum!" you cry out.

Bakugou faced you, his sharp canines showing as he laughed at you. You threw your head back and he lowered his face to nibble on your neck. You mumbled out incoherent words, on the verge of cumming.

A loud moan comes out of your mouth and immediately Bakugou pulls out. Your eyes widen, looking at him.

"No, no, no," you whined.

He ignored you and slapped his juices-covered hand over your face, pushing your head down yet again. It was too much for you. The pain of the bite on your neck went unnoticed when he forced his hips in between your legs, pulling you against him. He lined up his swollen cock with your cunt, slapping it a little. You moaned as he got himself wet with your juices mixed in with his precum.

He entered you without a warning and you screamed at the discomfort. You put your hands on his chest, whining. "Go slow, please!"

His gaze at you visibly softened. "You want me to be gentle, hm?"

You nodded, swallowing thickly. "Y-yeah... yeah..."

He whined just like you did. "Yeah? You want me to be soft with you? Help you adjust to my big dick?"

You repeated yourself. He smiled, carefully moving some strands of hair from your face. "You're so cute."

He slammed into you, instantly making you wail. His thrusts were slow, but hard. It hurt so bad. You whine in pain as his fingers went down to play with your clit again, laying a couple of smacks on your cunt.

Tears streamed down your face. The pain was excruciating, unlike anything you'd ever felt before. Your cunt was already sensitive, now paired with Bakugou's hand around your throat, and the pain slowly letting up, you felt so good. You were in heaven.

Bakugou's groans mixed in with your moans filled the room along with the sound of his balls slapping against you as his thrusts became even harder, you couldn't help but be loud, it wasn't like anybody could hear you. Your pussy throbbed around his cock and your back began to arch. You felt yourself coming closer and closer to your orgasm. And he noticed it.

He slowed down a bit. You were a little grateful as you were finally able to take him comfortably. But you questioned his change of pace.

"You know," he panted, "Kirishima wants us together."

You continued to moan, only murmuring over and over again how big his dick was, barely listening.

"He always talked about me and you- ugh...! Getting together..." he revealed. "Probably something he wants the most..." He lifted your head, putting his forehead to yours. "Let's do him a favor, yeah?"

The tightness on your throat grew tighter, cutting off your airflow, and his thrusts started to become harder again. Your eyes widened as your body struggled under his.

He whispered in your ear while increasing the pace of his strokes. "Be mine, baby. Cum all over my cock."

So you did. Your legs began to shake as your lungs begged for oxygen. Your orgasm was intense, your body squirming uncontrollably. He groaned as your pussy clenched around him for the last time. To be fair, he let go of your throat and your head went flying back over the edge of the bed.

You were officially head over heels for him. You would do anything to stay with him, even if it meant sacrificing your happiness and well-being. And you had a feeling he knew this.

The doorknob of the bedroom turned and the door opened. "Someone broke the damn vase with the-"

Kirishima.

He examined the scene before him, his breaths slowly becoming inaudible and his heart pounding in his chest.

Bakugou’s gaze snapped towards Kirishima, a smirk flashing across his face. "Kirishima. We didn't expect you to come in."

Kirishima ignored him, only focusing on you. His eye twitched as he took note of your cock drunk daze. You smiled innocently at him, your chest pumping up and down deeply.

"Kiri... I don't owe you one anymore."

He clutched his hands together, his knuckles turning white.

"You dumb bitch."

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tteokdoroki · 9 months

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˖⁺ ⊹୨ Y2KISSME ! ୧⊹ ⁺˖ ━━ kinktober 2023 !

let’s kick it back to the year two thousand, but this time it’s wetter, wilder and raunchier aka the sexier versions of your fav y2k films.

୨୧ — NOTES. here it is my loves!! kinktober 2023. i hope you guys like it i’m super excited. some things might be scrapped but idk !! we’ll see. click here ! to join the taglist. rbs are totally fetch ! ♡ ⋆｡˚

୨୧ — RATED R: the following films contain nsfw and dark themes. fem!reader. each fic comes with its own warnings. ugh, as if ! minors, blank and ageless blogs do not interact.

╰₊✧ OCT 1ST PRINCESS DIARIES - starring; satoru gojo ! ྀི

movie contents: thirty days until you become queen, thirty days to get married and thirty days to stop sneaking around with the man trying to steal your crown…

KINK: breeding ft. spit, infidelity, agoraphilia, daddy kink, baby trapping, breast play, royalty!au.

╰₊✧ OCT 3RD MEAN GIRLS - starring; katsuki bakugou ! ྀི

movie contents: in girl world, halloween is the only time of the year when katsuki bakugou can slut girls out and no one can say anything about it. boo, you whore!

KINK: free use ft. dub-con, cum-play, voyeurism, humiliation, manipulation, dacryphilia.

╰₊✧ OCT 8TH 2 FAST 2 FURIOUS - starring; yoichi isagi ! ྀི

movie contents: if winning a street race means getting ravaged by your ex boyfriend over the hood of your car then… move bitch! get out the way!

KINK: overstimulation ft. scratching, car sex, public sex, food play, sweat kink, dry humping.

╰₊✧ OCT 16TH CLUELESS - starring; megumi fushiguro ! ྀི

movie contents: are you totally buggin’ or is your college-goer, goody two shoes step-brother kinda into messing around with you?

KINK: step cest ft. photos, videos, soft sex, praise kink, body worship, panty sniffing, stuffed animals.

╰₊✧ OCT 23RD JENIFER'S BODY - starring; eijirou kirishima ! ྀི

movie contents: there’s something weird going on with you. you’re like…actually evil. not college girl evil, and it’s kinda hot.

KINK: monsterfucking ft. gags, claiming, choking, branding, blood kink, cock warming.

╰₊✧ OCT 31ST LEGALLY BLONDE - starring; seishiro nagi ! ྀི

movie contents: there’s no way someone broke up with nagi because he’s too blonde!? poor baby, maybe you could provide a little emotional support…

KINK: coercion ft. dumbification, overstimulation, mind break, oral fixation, cherry chasing, power imbalance.

╰₊✧ BONUS CHARLIE'S ANGELS - starring; bakugou, kirishima ‘n midoriya ! ྀི

movie contents: your three precious angels deserve a little reward for all the hard work that they do, don’t you think, charlie?

KINK: gangbang ft. dvp, frottage, blowjobs, voice kink, running a train.

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mhathotfic · 1 year

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sleazy!kirishima

always being told how he’s such a great guy. so nice so you don’t think twice about his behavior. he couldn’t really mean anything by it, right?

Ok sleazy best friend Kirishima though.

You have no reason to hold him with suspicion!

He’s always been so supportive and sweet to you so when you’re exes told you he was too close with you, you always thought it was just jealousy. Something you could work through!

But of course they always made some strange accusations about you cheating. Claimed to have proof that they could never confirm existed so you always thought they were lying to separate you from your kind and caring bestie.

What are you to do but cry in his arms? He’s so good to you, rubbing your back and shushing you. It doesn’t seem odd or inappropriate when he offers you a post break up hook up. You’ve done this before and you’re dear beloved friend always assures you it’s purely platonic and will stay between you.

Course you don’t know this is exactly why your exes always accuse you of cheating with him.

That he has the habit of holding on to your underwear and “accidentally” finding it in his pocket when around them.

Obviously you don’t know that he takes a picture of you in his bed after you’ve passed out from your activities and sends it to them to make sure there’s no chance they’ll reconcile with you

#shepherd chatter #mha kirishima #bnha kirishima #friendly anon #thirst post #nsft post #tw toxic relationship #tw manipulation

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yanderenightmare · 1 year

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poly kiribaku with a small captive darling!! badcap/goodcop dynamic where kiri's the really cruel one, and baku cant help but enjoy watching him break little darling over his knee despite feeling a little guilty about not doing anything????

Bakugou Katsuki & Kirishima Eijirou

TW: NSFW, dubcon/noncon, yandere, good cop/bad cop manipulation, size-difference, poly, abuse i.e. slapping, hair-pulling, etc

The slap to her face sent her to the ground, and Katsuki cringed – face flinching as the redhead towered with unfair height over the small girl at his feet. His large hands, rough like stone, hoisted her up by the arm she raised to shield herself – only to shove her down on the bed – looming and pushing himself onto her where she fought so uselessly, so desperately to protect herself – despite knowing it only motivated the brawny male to get even rougher.

A fist latched tight around her throat kept her down with disorienting strength – spluttering on strangled air while her head thumped hot and blinding, only barely lucid enough to catch the sharp sounds of his belt unbuckling.

The other cruel fist twisted her dress until tearing it off, leaving her even more vulnerable to his harsh handlings – ripping her panties down to her legs while she kicked in distress, caught beneath the unjust muscle mass with no ounce of hope to escape him.

Sobbing, she fervently tried stopping him – winding her thighs shut with a pair of small hands pushing at his chest to keep him distanced. But it was all just silly of her, as it took little more than an effortless push to have her completely flattened beneath him – knees spread wide open on each side of his hips.

Katsuki stood and watched – rigidly – listening to the pitiful sounds of her whimpering cries overrun by Kirishima’s much domineering groans.

It happened fast, and soon it was already over with – and he’d done nothing but stand there all the while without a word – and still simply stood there speechless even now – as she knelt on the floor by the redhead's feet, cowering as he fisted her hair tightly in a mean grip – asking her in loud growls if she had anything to say for herself.

“I'm sorry- I'm sorry, Eijiro-” She spluttered out, eyes squeezed tight with hands thrown up in surrender – failing to shield herself from even the loud rashness of his voice where thick tears mercilessly streamed in streaks down her stinging raw cheeks.

“And your other master.” He added, yanking her head back with another hand gripping her jaw to face the silent blond.

“I'm sorry, Katsuki- I'm sorry- I'm sorry-”

It took him a second too long to shake free of the stiffness that had taken its toll on him – as though he had somehow forgotten he wasn’t just a spectator. Feeling ill at the sight of how meaty and big Kirishima’s hands were in comparison to her head, where the massive male held her tight like a football while she hiccupped and hitched on uneven breaths, all riddled with terror and hurt.

“There you go~ We learn, don't we, sweetie?” Kirishima continued his brutalities, fucking his coarse fingers into her mouth – making her choke and wretch – though still scared in place, obediently kneeling beneath the male with her hands held steady on the hard muscles of his thighs.

“Kiri, take it easy….” Bakugou finally managed to voice – taking a cautious step towards the two of them.

“What? Oh, look- now you’re making him worry.” Kirishima scolded, pulling her up by her hair, with her wincing at the sting before she was shoved onto her other large captor.

“I’m sorry- please don't-” She begged, knees quaking as she sagged against him weakly – face twisted in plead with a pitiful furrow of mercy wrinkled between her brows and eyes impossibly large with tears and fear – hopelessly searching for any ounce of kindness he had to spare.

“Show him then.” Kirishima voiced brashly. “Show him how sorry you are.”

She shook and obeyed, taking the ever-so-silent blond by his big hands – hoping he wouldn’t use his strength on her like the other one – while guiding him back to the bed.

“I’m sorry, Katsuki- please don’t worry~” She tried soothing – gently pushing him back on the bed so she could crawl over him and offer some comfort like how Kirishima had taught her he liked.

“You hear that?” The redhead spoke. “Go on, Tsuki~ touch her.” He encouraged him while a rough hand came to make her flinch despite it only gently stroking her ass where she hovered over Bakugou’s clothed bump – painfully stretching out the fabric keeping it trapped.

He barely wanted to look down – afraid to admit to himself why he was so fucking hard – knowing it had everything to do with the fact that Kirishima’s so cruel and she’s so cute it’s cruel in and of itself – feeling so reluctant to acknowledge it as it would mean he could no longer deny the fact that he’s something really very sick for enjoying it.

“Please. It’s fine- touch me.” She sweet-talked, kissing with wet lips and tongue against his neck – making his heart pound harder with tremoring hands subconsciously lifting to card guilt-ridden yet greedy fingers into the plush softness of the thighs cradling him.

About to groan when pushing her hips down to grind on him – stopped short when the redhead raked his hand back in the girl’s hair and yanked her back – ripping her from lathering his neck with sweet spit and pleasurable little whimpers.

He watched her crane, arching back to look up into Kirishima’s face – a collection of ferally pointy teeth smiling down at her with a gleam nothing short of sadistic.

“What gives, buttercup? You’re never this sweet with me?” He accused, fist only tightening to make her wince.

She lifted her hand and stroked his cheek, encouraging him to lean in. “I’m sorry, Eijirou~ I’m still learning~” She tried, and successfully – he humored her – kissing her lips with tongue and teeth while tangling his hand softer into her hair, soothing fingertips brushing reassuringly against her scalp rather than twisting it from their roots.

His other hand rounded her and flicked her budding nipple, making her yelp into his receiving mouth – where he bore a toothy smirk – rumbling out a low chuckle in response while continuing to rub the nub between coarse fingers.

“Have you already forgotten about someone?” He asked after a while, hot against her lips – and Bakugou realized a second too late that it meant another punishment was due – watching her struggle with yet another cry as Kirishima ensnared her neck in a harsh chokehold.

Her smaller hand clawed on the paw without merit while he continued kissing her breathless mouth, desperately gulping for air he wouldn’t allow.

“Kiri-” Bakugou interjected once again, and the redhead let up, making her suck in harshly – slumping forward against the blond’s chest in a coughing spur until she ended up simply crying into his collar with fingers clutching tightly onto the cotton of his shirt.

He felt her shiver all the way down to her toes – his stomach brewing with stirs in return – bubbly and boiling as he watched the continued cruelty before him where the redhead played with her like something inanimate.

“Oh- you can handle it, right? Can’t you, sweetie?” He feigned tenderness, softly stroking the top of her head where she had it buried in Bakugou’s neck, gripping him for safety he was sorry to say he wouldn’t give her.

He thought he heard her whisper out the teeniest tiniest plea where she clutched him even tighter – molding her body flat against him – as close as she could while goosebumps shock-rose all across her exposed skin.

“I’m just teaching you to appreciate us, buttercup.” Kirishima defended, his stiff lips pressed against her shoulder, leaving a wet trail of sloppy kisses up her neck as he positioned himself behind her.

Rough hands lifted her by the fat of her ass – and soon she felt the stiff structure of his thick member brush against the raw puff of her sore cunt.

“If I don’t, who will?” He whispered, stroking her hair over to the other side to get a clean shot at her ear – whispering upon it. “It’s not like Mr. Perfect here is gonna get his hands dirty.”

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Reason to Be Overprotective ~ Bakugou Katsuki

Author's Note: Since my other account @cheekyredwillow got deleted. I am adding some of my favorite fanfictions to this account and revamping this one. I hope to make an actual list of fandoms I am still a fan of! NO requests for the time being.

On to the headcanon!

y/f/f - your favorite flavor

You have been dating Bakugou for about a year. While he is known as the aggressive hot headed person, you knew him as a hot headed, overprotective, sweetheart. Since dating at UA, the Bakusquad were excited to see their explosive boy taking a break.

Bakugou and you were that odd couple that probably weren’t going to end up together until one made a move. You see, Kirishima knew Bakugou had a crush on you since you two started. You had a quirk that manipulated the Earth. You could open the ground up like an earthquake or cause volcanoes to appear, or just a simple stalagmite. You were so strong and did not look the part of your quirk. Of course this meant Bakugou had to make fun of you especially for hanging out with Deku. You would normally ignore and pretend like you did not hear him. This started Bakugou’s crush on you.

Your relationship only became more when Kirishima and Kaminari decided to lock you two in a closet. You continued to ignore him but you could hear the sounds of small explosions. His face was flushed as he was calling you stupid and his friends stupid. When you finally look at him, he is blushing and mutters his confession before calling you stupid again. He did not expect you to kiss his cheek and tell him you wanted to date him.

Now that you two were dating, you actually helped the Bakusquad from his wrath. You would just tug him into his room and hold him till he wasn’t going to explode them. But you could not always stop that.

You two were walking back from a date at the nearby park. You pleaded with Bakugou to just have a relaxing date and get some ice cream before going back to the dorms. It seemed fine until the ice cream man began to flirt with you.

“What can I get you sweetcheeks?” He said as he eyed you up and down.

“We-”

“You can get me and my girlfriend y/f/f and rocky road now.” Bakugou growled.

“Katsuki, please.” You said trying to not start anything.

“You’re dating him? Mister can’t keep his anger in check? Be with someone you won’t have to fear when you are older.” the ice cream man said as he reached out to touch your cheek.

Bakugou immediately grabbed his wrist and twisted it to almost breaking as the guy’s eyes were wide. He gulped as Bakugou got close.

“Get me and my girlfriend ice cream. Now.” Bakugou growled as he released the man’s wrist and the guy ran to the back.

You sighed as Bakugou’s hands were starting to send off little explosions. He was glaring as the man handed two ice cream cones. He dropped the change and grabbed the two cones before handing one to you. You felt his aggression when he handed you the ice cream.

“What did I tell you? Just waiting for him to explode on you. I’ll always be here.” The guy snapped.

Before you could stop Bakugou, he made the ice cream truck just explode enough to tip it over and get all the ice cream all over him. You sighed loudly as Bakugou laughed.

“That’s what you get stupid extra.” He laughed as you began to walk away and both of your ice cream was on the ground. “Babe, where are you going?”

“Going somewhere safe.” You muttered as you felt him grab your wrist

“Y/n don’t walk away from me.” He snapped as you looked at him with a glare.

“What? Going to blow me up?” You snapped as you saw his eyes widen and hurt appear in his eyes. You knew that was a low blow but Bakugou was getting on your last nerve. “I’m just done with you trying to blow everyone up who talks to me. Sure that guy was flirting and probably deserves it. But Deku doesn’t neither does Kiri and definitely not Todo.”

“If you weren’t so damn attractive maybe I wouldn’t be so overprotective.” Bakugou growled as you continued to walk. He stopped walking and watched you. “I mean it Y/n. Every guy looks at you like a piece of meat or the next best thing.”

“I’m with you Kaachan! You know that!” You exclaimed and stopped walking. It kept you a few feet apart. You could see his head was tucked down and his shoulders looked like an immense amount of weight was on them. He seemed to be struggling with what to say.

“But wasn’t that man right? You could be with the green shithead and he won’t hurt you. You could be with Icy-Hot and actually be safe. You don’t have to deal with this. You don’t have to deal with me. But for some damn reason, I’m head over heels in love with you.” Bakugou growled as you sighed.

“I chose to be with you Katsuki. You know that! I fell for you even with your hot-headed personality. Kaachan, I love you.” You said as Bakugou took a few steps forward. You stayed still as he stopped.

“Stupid woman, I knew you loved me. I just want you safe.” Bakugou grumbled as you took a few steps forward to make him look at you.

“Kaachan will you look at me?” You asked as you touched his cheek. He grumbled and continued to look away. “I know you are only calling me stupid woman when you won’t admit something.”

“You know me too well. Damn it woman, you still somehow love me.” Bakugou sighed as he leaned into your touch. “I just wish guys knew you were mine.”

“Doesn’t matter because I will always be yours. Just because I’m friends with Deku and Todo doesn’t mean I choose them over you. I still love you. Now since we ruined our ice cream, why don’t we go back to my dorm room and clean up?” You said before kissing his lips softly and pulling back.

“Stupid woman, we were planning on that anyways.” Bakugou said. “Now let me give you a real kiss.”

You gasped as Bakugou kissed your lips and dipped you back to deepen the kiss. It was hot and heavy. You felt weak to your knees as Bakugou backed away. Both of you were panting. His forehead was pressed against yours.

“I do love you Y/n. Just hate that everyone else seems to as well.” Bakugou grumbled as you pecked his lips.

“But I will always be yours.” You said as he laughed. You were the only person who he would laugh around and it actually sounded happy. It wasn’t arrogant or loud. It was soft and he would always throw his head back.

You two walked back to the dorm together and when Deku ran up to ask you a question about a project you two were partners for, Bakugou grumbled but when you intertwined your hands with his, he sighed. You told Deku you would text him later as you were hoping to take a nap before working on the project. Deku smiled and said bye to both you and Bakugou as you pulled him to your room. Soon after, you two tumbled into bed and you fell asleep against Bakugou’s chest. He sighed and ran some fingers through your hair.

“I don’t see why you love me. I’m sorry for what you have to deal with but I will always protect you.” Bakugou whispered as he let you sleep for a few hours.

#my hero academia x reader #fanfiction #anime fanfic #bnha #my hero academia #bakugou katsuki #bakugou x reader #mha bakugou #mha #mha x reader #bnha x reader #boko no hero academia #boko no hero academia x reader #bakugou katsuki x reader #mha fluff #my hero academia fluff #boko no hero academia fluff #bakugou katsuki fluff

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red-writes · 1 year

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Yandere x virgin darling

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Mha yanderes x virgin darling

Content warnings: dubcon/noncon, coercion, manipulation, grinding, some smut.

Red’s note: none of them are very nice lmao but I cant say I hate it

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DEKU:

Izuku knows everything about you. He knows your shoe size, what allergies you have, he even knows what foods give you the runs. He knows you’re a virgin and uses the fact against you. Izuku wants you to want him, he won’t touch you until you’re ready but he’ll force you to be ready. What he does is so extremely manipulative, he shows off his body around the house more and more. Starting off with with no shirt, then no pants and he’s just in underwear, fat bulge pressing against the tight fabric and he knows you’re looking. He knows your cute legs are pressing together and rubbing together whenever you see him. He even ups the ante by touching you so gently, so innocently. Simply leaving his hand on your thigh for a little too long or cupping your cheek and leaning in almost until your lips touch only to back off and give you a cheeky little grin. He knows it’s becoming too much for you and he’s right, one night after he comes back home from work you sit him down and confess you’re ready to have sex. Just like he planned. You’re such a good, easy girl.

BAKUGOU:

Katsuki isn’t as nice as deku is. Best believe since he’s locked you up in his high rise you’ve been getting toyed with every night. It goes like this: he comes home from work, showers, spreads your legs and eats you out up until you’re about to cum then pulls away and turns over bidding you a good night. It’s extremely frustrating, every night it’s the same thing, your silly little brain always hopes to achieve that high but you never do and it leaves you feeling unfulfilled and Katsuki knows it. He can see it in the way you pout and whine once he pulls away from your soaked pussy, he sees it in the way you grip his shirt and beg him for more deep and intense kisses than the one usual peck. Katsuki is so intricate in his plan he trains your body to not even feel pleasure from masturbating anymore, the only thing you can feel good from is him and it all comes to a head one night where you sloppily grind your hips down on his lap and plead for him to fuck you.

TODOROKI:

Shoto is so gentle with you. He, unlike Bakugou and deku, is completely content with not having sex. He truly just loves being around you everyday and he could die happy just being able to live a little domestic life with you. The issue comes with you and your needs. He’s very dense, even though he meticulously plotted out your kidnapping he can’t seem to pick up on social cues that well and so he doesn’t realize when you’re feeling flirty or needy or anything like that he puts it off as you finally coming around to him rather than you needing to be fucked within an inch of your life. His unawareness is mistaked by you for refusal or disinterest so you turn to self-pleasure. In shoto’s case, he finally gets the message when he comes home early one night to surprise you only to find you masturbating with his hero costume against your nose, inhaling his musk. It’s a filthy sight and yet Shoto gets harder than he’s ever been in his life and proceeds to take your virginity with so much care :( it’s kinda cute until he keeps you up until 4am giving you creampies.

KIRISHIMA:

Kiri is extremely patient with you. You were scared off from sex after seeing how big he was but Kiri has a plan to help you get over your fear, after all he always gets what he wants and what he wants the most is you, all of you. Kiri’s plan involves making his size seem manageable and less intimidating. He sits you on his lap, pants off as you slide his length between your pussy lips. Fat tip pressing up against your clit causing you to shake and moan and he loves it. He's eating up every whimper, cry and mewl you make. He lets you cum as much as you want on his fat dick, so much so you tire out and he has to carry you to bed. It’s only a matter of time before you get tired of creaming on his cock like that and you’ll want it inside instead. So he isn’t shocked, although he pretends to be, when you’re hovering over his cock, slowly sitting down on it as your legs tremble from the burn his size is giving to you.

SHINSO:

Contrary to Shinso’s quirk, I think he wouldn't use it on you in order to take your first time (although he will in other circumstances), he isn't a monster, he thinks it's hotter if you came to him desperate and horny but he knows that as it stands you aren't going to so he’ll give you a little help. He’ll sit you on his lap with nothing on while a video of two people fucking plays on the big screen in front of you. His fingers will find your nipples and squeeze them, his lips will kiss your neck and suck bruises onto the skin. He’ll spread your legs and play with the wetness between your legs before you beg him to finally make you cum and he will. He’ll use his fingers to circle your clit under you head is tossed back against his shoulder and your panting as you get nearer and nearer to your orgasm and he’ll make you cum hard. But after that he expects you to return the favor and unfortunately he's past the limit where he’ll take no for an answer

MIRIO:

Mirio is just convinced that unless you fuck him you don't actually love him, out of everyone his delusion is definitely the worst. He’ll reach his limit of you not loving him very fast and he’ll definitely push you up against a counter and grind against you whilst whispering the most insanely filthy things to you. It’ll be impossible to get out of his grip and eventually he’ll shuck your pants down and give himself a pussyjob until he’s satisfied with the feeling of your gooey cunt on his cock. Mirio is an insatiable man. Pussyjobs lead to titjobs, forcing you to push together your chest to make a makeshift pussy for him to fuck his cock between.

#yandere x reader #yandere shinso x reader #yandere deku x reader #yandere bakugo x reader #yandere Kirishima x reader #Yandere Mirio x reader #tw: noncon #tw: dubious consent

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lady-ashfade · 2 months

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All Is Far In Love And Farming Masterlist

Yandere!Mha!Hybrids x Farmer!Fem!Reader

Characters for now: Izuku Midoriya, Katsuki Bakugou, Mina Ashido, Ochako Uraraka, Tenya Iida, Denki Kaminari, Kyoka Jiro, Tsuyu Asui, Shoto Todoroki, Eijiro Kirishima, Hanta Sero, Mashirao Ojiro, Koji Koda, Momo Yaoyorozu

Please note that all characters are aged appropriately, so all characters are older versions of themselves!! Adult age of hybrids, reader is early 20s.

warnings: short chapters, stardew valley au, yandere behaviors, obsession, stalking, slightly sick love, possessive, manipulative, gaslighting. platonic yandere, hybrid and human relationships, and future warnings when more chapters come out.

Chapter One: “Getting Started” — Found here.

Chapter Two: “???” — coming….

Chapter Three: “???” — coming….

Chapter Four: “???” — coming….

Chapter Five: “???” — coming….

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kingkatsuki · 2 years

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Locked Up | Kirishima Eijirou x Reader

I apologise to all my other WIPs. Blame Kitten.

Summary: As a nurse inside Musutafu correctional facility, you’re not naive to the threat the various inmates pose, but you manage to catch the eye of one of the most dangerous- a high ranking member of Dynamight’s gang, Red Riot.

Pairing: Kirishima Eijirou x f!reader.

Warnings: 18+, pwp, not proof read, semi-public sex, dirty talk, manipulation, a sprinkle of degradation, potential dubcon (just to be safe- Kiri lies a lot) but tbh he just proper fancies reader, no prep, no protection, creampie, panty theft. If I missed anything lemme know!

Word Count: 6.6k.

Musutafu correctional facility was a place where some of the most hardened criminals were incarcerated. The barbed wire fence that surrounded the building was designed to look intimidating, and it did– but nothing could compare to how menacing the men looked inside. There were men from all walks of life, some that had just been handed unlucky cards in life and been led down the wrong path, others who would never step free again– sentenced to serve the rest of their lives behind bars. Others were in for shorter stays, completing the final parts of their rehabilitation programs before they were integrated back into society.

And then there were men like Kirishima Eijirou.

You’d heard stories about why he was inside, rumours that constantly circulated around the cold four walls that were hard to ignore. News report after report backed up a lot of the outlandish claims, things you wouldn’t even believe were true unless you’d heard them so vividly spoken so many times. He was part of the biggest gang in Musutafu, Dynamight’s right-hand man. He’d been inside almost a year, and still had six left to serve, although he seemed confident that his expensive lawyer would have him out in two.

“Hey, sweetheart.” Kirishima smiled as he stepped up to the window, his calloused fingertips brushing your hand as he took the small paper cup from you, “Stayin’ safe in here, yeah?”

He was covered in a thin sheen of sweat that gave his skin a dewy glow as his arms flexed beneath the stiff polyester shirt, clearly just done with a workout in his cell. Often you’d catch him doing push-ups when you were being escorted by one of the guards to do your rounds, or doing pull-ups using the metal stairs to the upper cells. The soft grunts that left his lips did nothing to satiate the ache you felt for the man as you’d give him a subtle smile. Looks that didn’t go unnoticed by the hulking man who would often show off in your presence. Increasing his pace, or adding to his weight whenever you were near. The other inmates would catcall and heckle you whenever you were in their wings, calling out to you to show them your panties or come and give them a checkup. But Kirishima was always respectful, watching silently whenever you walked by. You were always told to remember that these were dangerous inmates, not the usual patients that you’d get when you were working at the not-for-profit, but sometimes men like Kirishima made it difficult– you couldn’t imagine him doing the things they wrote about in the papers, he just seemed so nice.

“Always,” You smiled.

It wasn’t unusual for the inmates to try and intimidate you inside the facility, a sick sense of power and dominance gained from the way that meek, sweet women would shrink away from them in fear as they gained a boost to their egos. And you could admit there were many men inside that would make your skin crawl, whether it was the reasons why they were in prison in the first place or the rumours you’d hear circling inside. Kirishima was one of those inmates that should’ve made you scared, the stories most definitely preceding him. His long rap sheet is enough to have him locked away for the rest of his life if it wasn’t for the expensive lawyer his boss Bakugou had hired. But there was something about the redheaded man that had you curious, the normal fear that whirred in the pit of your stomach was rarely there when you spent time with him– in fact, it was quite the opposite. Butterflies fluttered against your ribcage whenever you spoke to the man, almost feeling yourself receding into a cute, blushy schoolgirl.

Kirishima grinned as he raised the medication to his lips as you offered him a cup of water to wash the pills down with but he refused it, grinning as he lay his elbow on the counter to lean forward. Opening his mouth as he stuck his tongue out for you to see the back of his throat, lifting it before slipping it back inside his mouth. You had to fight the heat that rose inside you at the sight as you imagined his tongue against yours, and against other parts of your body. Clenching your thighs together to try and ignore the throb emitting from between them, but it did little to quench the ache. Absentmindedly handing a cup of pills to the next man in line as you watched Kirishima walk away, the prison-issue shirt tight on his frame as he towered over the other men.

You knew that fraternising with inmates was strictly forbidden, not only would you lose your job but it would prevent you from working in the field. But it didn’t hurt to look— his long mane of red hair flowing down his back as his natural colour grew at the roots, an indication of how long he’d been inside. Continuing to hand out medication as you let yourself daydream of Kirishima bending you over this very counter.

You were almost done with the line of inmates waiting to take their scheduled medication when you heard shouts begin to break out throughout the block, the sound of fists banging on metal as you looked to the centre of the room to see Kirishima standing tall, his muscles flexing as his normally shiny ruby red eyes darkened. Blood was running down his face as another man lay on the ground in the foetal position, arms protecting his head as other inmates kicked and punched him. A loud voice boomed over the tannoy, instructing the men back to their cells as guards rushed to the scene to try and break it up. Watching as the inmates all moved to their fronts on the ground as they continued to shout and jeer, another guard came into the small doctors' office to escort you back to the hospital wing as you nodded, giving Kirishima, who was now lying flat on the floor a final look before you followed him out.

It was thirty minutes later when there was a knock at your door, a guard escorting Kirishima into the small medical office as you looked up from the paperwork at your desk. A burly guard escorted Kirishima into the room, his arms bound behind his back as he shouldered through the door, sitting him down on a chair at the side of the room as he connected his cuffs to the back of it so he couldn’t move around. Keeping him in one spot as the guard finally turned to acknowledge you gruffly.

“He’s got an abrasion on his head, reckon you can give him the once over?”

“Uh, sure.” You smiled, filing the paperwork away for confidentiality before you stood from your desk, busying yourself with gathering the supplies that you’d need to treat him.

Situating yourself beside Kirishima as you tried to still your racing heart, now close enough to him that you could smell him. The musky scent of sweat and blood filled your nostrils as you took a closer look at the wound on his head, doing everything in your power not to make eye contact with him, knowing that if you did you’d forget all those years of medical training in an instant and revert back to that blushing schoolgirl.

“Can’t I get a little privacy?” Kirishima gave the guard a look as he stood by the door.

“Ain’t no privacy in prison,” The blond guard scoffed as he crossed his arms.

“Come on man,” Kirishima almost whined, “This is about my medical history.”

“And?” The guard scoffed.

“What if she tells me I got a month left to live?”

“Then I’d be fucking lucky.” The guard scoffed, “One less asshole to worry about.”

“It’s okay,” You smiled, “You can give us a few minutes. He’s cuffed.”

The guard seemed to ponder the decision for a moment before he opened the door, stepping out into the hallway as he told you to call out if you needed anything. You waved a ball of cotton wool at him and nodded as you turned your attention back to Kirishima. The blood that had been spilling from a wound above his eyebrow had stopped flowing, leaving dried blood against his cheek and chin as it darkened and cracked against his skin.

“Thanks,” Kirishima murmured as you soaked the cotton wool bud in rubbing alcohol, “It’s nice to get a few minutes of privacy in here.”

Giving him a kind smile as you leaned forward, gently holding his chin in your hand as you angled his head slightly to get a closer look at the wound. It was a gash through the tattoo that sat above his eyebrow, the word ‘Riot’ in cursive. And with any luck, the damage wouldn’t be deep enough to scar, not that it seemed like this man cared. The marks that covered his body were all evidence of the fights that he’d been in prior to this one, an indication of just how dangerous the man in front of you could be.

“This is gonna hurt,” You spoke softly as you felt his warm breath fan against your face as he let out a soft chuckle.

“I can take it, sweetheart.” But the moment he said that you pressed the bud against the abrasion as Kirishima’s teeth clenched in a sharp hiss, his nose scrunching as you continued to dab at the wound.

“What happened?” You mumbled as you continued to clean the cut, watching it soak the white cotton wool and stain it red as he hunched his shoulders.

“Was nothing.” He mumbled.

You knew often inmates wouldn’t talk to you, often they saw you as another narc. So you were used to men avoiding the question, but you’d hoped that Kirishima would be different. He’d seemed so happy when he left you after taking his medication, and suddenly now he sat in your office after starting a large block fight.

“You got any painkillers?” He asked as you moved to pick up another cotton bud, shooting him a look from the side of your eyes as you tried to gauge whether he was really in that much pain or not, “Think they’re taking me to seg after this, I don’t think I can be comfortable in there without ‘em.”

Often inmates would fake the pain to try and score free medication in the hospital wing instead of having to trade their commissary for it, but you decided his head was probably throbbing and he wouldn’t be able to go to commissary or request them from you if he was being moved into isolation after this. So you picked up two pills as you reached up to give them to him, your fingertips brushing against his lips as you broke protocol and dropped them straight into his mouth, hands lingering as ruby eyes watched you intently. Once again his adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed both without water before you’d even had the chance to offer him a glass.

On instinct, his tongue slipped from his lips as he showed you that he’d taken both and he wasn’t hiding them. But this time, having him so close had you struggling to focus. Trying to ignore the heat swiftly rising inside you as you continued working at the wound on his head.

“Thanks, sweetheart.” He whispered as you smiled softly. Even in the chair he almost towered over you, his head at your height as you stood between his thighs.

“It’s not deep, so you don’t need stitches.” You plastered it up to ensure the mark wouldn’t split open as you began to clean the dried blood off his cheek, “You bleed a lot though. I don’t remember seeing that on your chart.”

“Yeah, my tattoo artist said that too.” He replied with a grin, watching as you began to fill the paperwork out about his medical visit as he took the opportunity to take in the sight of your curves.

“How many tattoos do you have?” You smiled, slowly filling in each box as Kirishima began to shake his knee.

“A few. If I didn’t have these on I could show you.” You heard him jiggle the cuffs behind him as you laughed, shaking your head.

“They were talkin’ about you.” Kirishima continued, making you pause your writing as you turned to stare at him.

“What?”

“The pricks in rec.” Kirishima continued, “Were saying nasty shit about you.”

“Like what?” You shocked yourself that the words left your lips, the morbid curiosity of wanting to find out what the other inmates thought about you even though it shouldn’t matter.

“Sayin’ how pretty you’d look on your knees, how much they wanna fuck you-”

“Oh,” You weren’t even sure what to say to that, unsurprised that men who had been locked up for long periods would have these thoughts about any woman that they saw, but it still didn’t explain why Kirishima got a blow to the head.

“Knocked that fucker out, he deserved it.” Kirishima scoffed, “He said all that shit, but I’m the one that’s gonna end up in seg. Fuckin’ assholes.”

“Why’d you hit him?” Kirishima gave you an incredulous look, as if to ask ‘are you joking?’

“The shit he was saying about you- pissed me off.” His nostrils flared and you felt your clit throb, he looked so angry, so possessive.

Kirishima knew he shouldn’t be doing this- you were so sweet, so innocent, so pure. It didn’t take much for him to rile you up, and it made him feel powerful. Even more so because he was in a facility designed to strip that power away, to try and strip men back to nothing. But Kirishima still held all the power, even here. Being the right-hand man of one of the most dangerous men in Musutafu had its perks, giving him the extra freedom to get away with things without putting extra time on his count. Some of the guards inside are just as corrupt as the gang he was a part of, allowing him the luxury of continuing his line of work from the inside.

He should’ve just let you be, he’d almost feel guilty for getting you wrapped up in him. But it had been so long since he’d felt his cock nestled deep inside a wet, warm cunt and there was something about you that had him desperate to know how yours felt. There were only so many times that fucking his fist would relieve that itch, and he was almost at his limit.

Kirishima knew he should feel bad for doing this, but he didn’t.

“I’ve seen the way you look at me,” Kirishima smirked, “I know you want me, sweetheart.”

You felt your cheeks heat up as you refused to meet his gaze, but your body responded to his words. Your cunt clenched around nothing as you squeezed your thighs together to try and ignore the sensation, this was completely against protocol and something you’d never done before. Of course, there was a long line of inmates that had tried- almost every single one in fact. Taking away the chance of doing something just made men want to do it even more, so you’d become used to treating men while they sported tents in their prison-issue pants– but Kirishima? He was different.

This time you wanted to.

“We can’t.” You hummed, leaning over to stack some of the items you’d used to patch him up back on the shelf as Kirishima watched your every move.

“Aww come on, sweetheart. Don’t you want me to feel better?” He pouted and you bit your bottom lip, you did.

“I bet you’re dripping in those little panties.” He ignored you completely as he spread his thighs further apart, as though beckoning you closer, “What colour are they?”

“W-what?” You were flustered by the question, remembering the simple pair of cream panties that you’d put on this morning. Appalled at yourself for even debating whether to answer the question as you wished you’d chosen a sexier pair to wear, the ones you had on were far more functional than aesthetics.

“Bet they’re white, huh?” He prodded, fastidiously attempting to get you to answer.

“Cream.” You mumbled, avoiding his eyes as you stared down at the grey linoleum beneath your feet.

“Fuck, I bet they look so pretty on you.” Kirishima continued, shifting his hips slightly on the plastic chair as he tried to relieve the tightness in his pants, “Why don’t you c’mere?”

“I can’t-” You stammered, “The guard might come back any second-”

“Just one kiss,” He teased, with his hands cuffed behind his back, he tried to pull you closer with his body as he hooked an ankle around the backs of your knees, bringing you to settle between his thighs, “Please?”

You gasped from the sudden movement, your hands bracing themselves on his shoulders as you stared into his ruby eyes. Trying to calm your racing heart as you chanced a look towards the door to the office, it wasn’t locked and it meant anyone could walk in and see you in such a precarious position.

“Come on, baby.” His lips were now hovering over yours, mere centimetres and you’d connect them, “I know you want to.”

You worried your lower lip between your teeth as your fingers squeezed at his shoulders, trying to hold on to the last ounce of resolve that you still held inside you. But it was so difficult when he was in such close proximity to you, looking into your soul with those gorgeous eyes as you felt yourself moving closer to him. It was as though you were no longer in control of your body as your eyes darted down to his lips, his tongue peeking out to wet them as he tilted his head to the side, finally closing the distance as your lips met his in a soft kiss. You hummed gently when you felt his calloused lips touched yours, feeling them curl into a smile as he deepened the kiss. His tongue pushed past your parted lips to delve deeper as he brushed against your teeth, capturing your moans in his mouth as your hands tightened their grip on his shoulders.

“You got no idea how long I’ve been thinking about doing that with you, sweetheart.” He whispered against your lips as you broke for air.

“You have?”

Fuck, you really were so cute. You sounded so hopeful, so eager as you asked for the subtle affirmation. Kirishima couldn’t wait to ruin you-

“Of course I have, baby. Have you seen yourself?” He pressed his lips to yours in another sloppy kiss, “You’re so beautiful.”

You felt giddy as his thighs moved closer on either side of yours, squeezing them gently as he couldn’t wrap his arms around you, tilting his head back as if to invite you closer. The movement allowed you to see the intricate tattoo that covered his collarbone and followed beneath his shirt. You’d seen it before when he’d been working out shirtless in the rec area, a huge dragon that spanned from his pectoral all the way into a colourful arm sleeve. The beautiful ink marred with a gunshot wound where he’d narrowly avoided death, another indication of just how much danger you were potentially in.

“Sit on my lap.”

You’d consider yourself to be such a strong, independent woman- you had to be to survive in a job like this, but Kirishima had you questioning everything as you bit your lip. Suddenly feeling so shy as you debated whether to move closer or not.

“Come on, sweetheart.” Kirishima pouted, “For me?”

“Fuck,” He rasped as you straddled him, your dress riding up as you pressed your crotch against his. Giving him the perfect view of the tops of your stockings as you tried to hover yourself on top of him to avoid brushing yourself against his cock that was currently straining through the scratchy material of his prison-issue pants as it rubbed against your bare thighs, “You feel so fucking warm.”

Even with his hands restrained he still tried to maintain control of the situation, his hips thrusting up to make you lose your balance as you were forced down onto his crotch so you could feel his hard cock against your clothed slit. Making sweet moans tumble from your throat as his tongue swiped against your lips, eagerly pushing his way inside as he deepened the kiss.

Your hands moved to the back of his head as you let your fingers comb through his long hair. Fingernails scratching at his scalp as you began to match his movements, grinding yourself down on his crotch as he groaned beneath you as you let yourself fall into him.

“Wish I could touch you, princess” Kirishima moaned against your lips, “Wanna play with those pretty tits.”

His words had you tugging his hair at the root, making him groan as you pulled yourself away from him. His lips moved forward eagerly to press wet, warm kisses against your neck.

“Can I see them, please?” He asked softly as his nose nuzzled the soft skin at the apex of your neck.

Kirishima was a monster for corrupting someone so adorable, so innocent. But it wasn’t his fault- there was no reason why a girl as sweet as you should be working in a scummy facility like this. It was like putting you on a shelf for any sick fuck to come and ruin you- but lucky for you he’d got there first. Oh, he’d still ruin you alright, but at least there was a chance you’d enjoy it now.

“What if-” You began to contend, but Kirishima was quick to cut you off.

“They won’t come in for at least another fifteen unless you make noise.” He murmured, “And I can help you keep quiet, sweetheart.”

You leaned back on his lap as you began to unbutton the top few buttons of the standard dress that you wore, exposing the plain white bra that you wore below. Every piece of clothing was to regulation, wishing you had a sexy piece of lingerie on for him to see. But Kirishima didn’t seem to mind, the sight of your plain, white bra had his cock throbbing in his pants as your breasts fit perfectly inside. Leaning forward as you pulled the fabric down, letting your tits spill from the cups as Kirishima watched them bounce slightly, your nipples hardening into peaks in the cool air of the nurses' office. A deep, guttural groan sounded from deep in his chest as he committed the sight to memory, craning his neck forward to capture one of your pert nipples between his lips.

“Shit,” You whined, grasping his shoulders to stop yourself from falling backwards as his tongue circled the bud, cheeks hollowed as he sucked harshly. Certain he could make you cum from this alone as you kept grinding yourself on his lap, the desire continuing to build inside you as you were desperate to get off. Your hands became bolder as you moved them to the back of his neck, pushing him deeper as you began to imagine how his lips would feel on other parts of your body.

“I was right, they are fucking perfect.” He pulled away from your nipple with a ‘pop’ as he looked at the surface glistening in his spit as he moved to the other one to give it the same attention, “You’re perfect.”

You were hanging on to his every word, pleasure running through your veins as you forgot about the repercussions if you got caught, focusing only on the pleasure he was giving you. Continuing to roll your hips against his as you felt the hardness of his cock catch against your puffy clit, creating delicious friction as you used him to get yourself off.

“You feel so warm,” Kirishima groaned, jerking his hips so you could feel him push his cock against you, “Gotta help me, sweetheart, yeah?”

“Yeah?” Your mind was hazy from pleasure as you gazed at him through lidded eyes.

“Pull my pants down for me?” Kirishima wriggled his hips for emphasis as he moved back as much as he could to give you room.

Your fingers lifted the hem of his prison-issue shirt as you felt the soft black hair of his happy trail as it disappeared beneath his pants. Your fingers delicately hooked under the elastic waistband as you began to tug at the material, Kirishima lifting his hips from the chair to give you the freedom to tug his pants and underwear down just enough to free his aching cock. You gasped in surprise when you saw it for the first time, the way it flopped against his thigh a sheer indication of the weight of it as the bulging tip oozed pre. You weren’t sure you would be able to wrap your hand around it fully, never mind fit it inside you. The veins that forked along the underside only served to make him look even bigger as you wondered whether you’d get past the tip. His balls hung below, round and full with his cum as you subconsciously licked your lips at the thought of him filling you with cum.

“You think you can take me, babe?” Kirishima asked smugly, already knowing the answer. Most women struggled to take his size, and perhaps you were no different.

“Yeah,” You shot back swiftly, trying to sound confident but the doubtful look in your eyes betrayed you.

“Good girl,” He grinned, “Now take those panties off for me.”

You’d almost forgotten that you were still almost fully clothed, standing up from his lap for a moment to slip your hands beneath the standard-issue dress as the fabric slipped up around your hips, giving Kirishima a view of your cream panties as he watched intently.

“Oh, fuck.” He groaned at the sight, noticing the large wet patch that stained the crotch as you tugged at the hem, pushing them down your thighs until they fell to the ground at your knees, stepping one foot out of them as you moved to get back on his lap.

“Hold on, sweetheart, hold on.” Kirishima spoke quickly, stopping you from sitting on top of him, “Spread yourself open for me, please? I wanna see-”

You felt embarrassed at the request, but somehow your hands betrayed you as you looked at the sweet look on his face.

“Put your foot here- that’s it-” Kirishima instructed you, uncaring that you’d put your heeled pump on his thigh as you moved your hand between your thighs. Your palm pressed against your mound as your fingers split into a v-shape, strings of your slick glistening as you spread yourself for him, giving him the perfect view of your bare cunt.

“Fucking hell,” He groaned, throwing his head back, “You have the prettiest little pussy I’ve ever seen, sweetheart. I wanna be inside you right now.”

“Oh,” You mumbled, “I don’t have condoms-”

Condoms were considered contraband in the facility, there was no need for you to be handing them out as inmates shouldn’t be fraternising, and neither should staff. Thinking that this was it between you and the attractive inmate you moved your foot from his thigh as your dress fell back around your knees.

“It’s okay, baby. It’ll be fine,” Kirishima cooed, “I’ll tell you when I’m about to cum, okay?”

You bit your lip as you debated what to do, you knew the pull-out method wasn’t always effective, but you trusted him.

“Okay,” You moved back onto his lap as Kirishima smiled, pressing a soft kiss to your lips as you leaned down to wrap your hand around his thick cock, feeling the weight of it as you held it upright.

Easing your hips forward as you brushed the leaking tip between your messy folds, coating him with your slick as his pre mingled with your wetness. Kirishima hissed sharply from behind his teeth at the feeling of your hand around his cock, feeling you line him up with your tight entrance as he saw the uneasy look on your face.

“I’m sorry I can’t prep you like this,” His wrists jiggled the chains for emphasis, “Just stop me if it hurts, alright?”

He shouldn’t have said it, Kirishima knew there was no way he was going to fucking stop. Especially when there was such little time left- he just wanted to feel that tight little cunt wrapped around his cock.

He didn’t stop, he couldn’t. But it’s not like you were asking him to stop either, your cunt was practically dripping down his length, pooling around his balls.

You let out a lewd groan as you began to lower yourself on his cock, the noise catching Kirishima off guard as he began to shush you, his eyes instantly focused on the unlocked door in case the guard outside heard anything.

“Shhh, come on, babe. Do you want him to come in and see what a slut you are?” Kirishima hissed, brows furrowed as you bit down on your bottom lip hard to try and stop yourself from making noise. Tears clinging to your lashes as you tried desperately to hold back the tears, but every inch felt like your walls were burning.

“It hurts, Kiri.” You whined, trying to blink back tears as your walls burned from the stretch.

“I know, baby. I know- but you’re doin’ so good, almost there-” You weren’t, Kirishima could see not even a third of his cock had disappeared inside your cunt as he feigned sympathy. You were so wet and warm he wasn’t even sure he could last- the tightness hugging him enough to have him cumming like this. But he hadn’t worked you for weeks to get a third deep, no. He wanted all of you.

Kirishima couldn’t lie, he felt guilty when he rut his hips up into you, he did. The whimper you made when he felt you take more of him sent shameful jolts directly to his cock as he whispered for you to bite down on his shoulder to keep quiet. You complied so easily, teeth latching onto his shoulder through the starchy fabric as he felt your spit begin to slick the material. Or it could’ve been your tears- but at that moment he didn’t care.

Giving another sharp thrust of his hips as he fucked himself deeper inside your tender pussy, feeling your walls flutter around him as he began to feel the resistance start to dissipate.

“Fuck, you’re so wet, so tight.” He groaned, “Doin’ so good for me.”

The stretch was unreal, unlike anything you’d ever felt before. None of your previous partners had been this well endowed, and even your largest dildo couldn’t contend with his size.

“Fuck, give me a second, sweetheart.” Kirishima continued, “S’been a long, long time.”

You were grateful because you weren’t sure you could take it if he had just started moving. Pulling your teeth away from his shoulder to take a deep breath, holding the air in your lungs as you felt Kirishima begin to move his hips.

“Oh, shit.” You gasped as you felt the tip of his cock hit the deepest depths inside of you, certain it was nudging your cervix as he began to start a sloppy pace.

“You feel so good,” Kirishima grunted, beads of sweat beginning to appear on his brow as he positioned his feet flat on the ground as he leaned back against the chair, using the position for leverage as he began to piston himself in and out of your tight cunt.

Your nails dug into his back through his shirt as you clung to him to prevent yourself from falling backwards, your tits bouncing from the force of his thrusts as he pounded into you. His cock dragged against every inch of you with each rut of his hips as your mouth fell open in a constant whine.

“So noisy.” Kirishima teased, “My cock feel that good?”

“Y-yeah,” You managed to get out between breaths, certain the sound of his balls slapping against your skin was louder than you were but you were in no position to argue.

Kirishima continued to lead from the bottom as he used your body as his own personal cocksleeve, completely focused on his own pleasure as he felt his balls begin to tighten.

“Not so loud, sweetheart.” He whispered gruffly, “Don’t wanna get caught, do you?”

You didn’t, there was too much at stake if anyone was to come in and see you in this position, but the thought of it happening had your walls clenching around Kirishima’s cock. The image of someone, anyone coming in and seeing you in such a depraved position sending you closer to your release.

Kirishima continued pounding into you from below, a sheer display of his strength that each thrust had you almost completely off his length before gravity had you dropping back down, struggling to keep your thighs on the chair as you moved your feet to hook over Kirishima’s thighs by his knees.

“Fuck, that’s it.” He growled, “Take it.”

“Oh my god.” You gasped, your walls trembled at his words as you felt yourself slipping closer and closer to your bliss.

“Fucking take it.” He snarled, tears spilling down your cheeks as you felt yourself teetering on the edge. Leaning forward to latch your teeth onto his shoulder again to silence yourself as you screamed, the noise muffled by the rough fabric as the coil broke inside you. Crying out as you felt yourself succumb to the pleasure, your orgasm surging through you in harsh waves.

“Good girl,” Kirishima grunted, your walls milking his cock as he fucked you through your climax, your cunt even tighter, even wetter now that you’d found your release.

He continued his rough pace, selfishly searching for his own ecstasy as he felt himself closer and closer to his end.

“Fuck, you’re so perfect.” Kirishima moaned, your pussy clamping down around him, “Gonna fuckin’ cum inside this slutty pussy.”

“Wait-” You gasped, trying to lift yourself with tired arms to look into his eyes but it was too late.

Kirishima knew it was an asshole move, that he’d promised you that he’d pull out, but your cunt just felt so good wrapped around his cock. And truthfully? He’d never had any intention of pulling out- the thought of filling your cute, little pussy with his cum was too good an opportunity to pass up.

“Oh, fuck.” A guttural moan left Kirishima’s lips as his balls tightened, pumping hot ropes of cum inside your quivering cunt. Painting your walls white with his release as he gave a few more sloppy thrusts inside your warmth before he stilled on the uncomfortable plastic chair.

His chest heaving as he basked in the afterglow of his release, cherishing the final few pulsations from your spent cunt before you moved your hands to his shoulders to pull yourself off his spent cock, grimacing when his cum dripped from your stretched walls and onto the linoleum floor.

“You were fucking amazing, sweetheart.” Kirishima grinned as you glanced towards the clock in panic, moving to pull his pants back up around his ass as you huffed in frustration as he made it hard for you by barely moving his hips, “I knew that pussy would be good, and I wasn’t wrong.”

“He’s gonna come back in at any minute,” You mumbled, moving to pull your panties back up as Kirishima stopped you.

“Put them in my pocket” He flicked his chin, indicating towards the cream panties that were now around your ankles.

“I can’t,” You gasped.

“Come on, please?” Kirishima gave you that same puppy dog look and it had you falling even deeper under his spell.

“What if you get caught?” You asked the question as though you weren’t already taking them off from around your ankles and slipping them into his pants pocket.

“I won’t, promise.” He stole a kiss from you as you hovered over him, “Having these will get me through seg.”

He wished he hadn’t lied about being sent to isolation, in hindsight he probably didn’t even have to. He would’ve managed to get inside your panties without the little white lie, but either way, it had worked. He leaned forward to steal one more kiss from you before you began to smooth your dress out, almost forgetting about his cum that was now dripping down your inner thigh uncomfortably and hitting the floor.

“Oh, shit,” You moved to grab a paper towel before the sound of the door opening stopped you, keeping you frozen in your tracks as you watched the guard walk in without warning.

“What? No knock first?” Kirishima snarked as the guard stepped into your office, praying that he couldn’t feel the warmth in the air or the stench of sex and sweat as he moved towards his prisoner.

“Keep telling you assholes, this is fuckin’ prison. You don’t get shit.” The guard shook his head, keys jingling in his hands as he moved to the back of the chair to unlock Kirishima’s cuffs from the chain at the back so he could stand, his hands still bound as you tried to stand in front of the mess you’d made on the cold floor, praying that the guard hadn’t noticed.

“Is he ready to go back to gen pop?” The guard turned to ask you, and you felt your heart pounding against your chest.

“Y-yeah,” You mumbled, hoping the guard wouldn’t come around your table to see the mess the inmate had made of you. Kirishima did you a favour as he walked around the table and towards the guard as he was marched out of the room.

“Thanks, nurse.” He gave you a cocky smile as he left, “I feel much better.”

Kirishima followed the guard back to the general population as he stopped by the main door, waiting for the guard to unlock the cuffs as he was finally able to move his arms back to his front. Smiling smugly as he noticed the deep red marks around his wrists from where the cuffs had rubbed from his frantic movements. Making a beeline for the phones as he tapped another inmate on the shoulder, the man instantly turned around with a fist up before realising his mistake. Seeing Kirishima behind him as he instantly hung up the phone, apologising before walking away.

Kirishima picked the phone up as he smashed the keys, dialling a number as he leaned a shoulder against the wall as the phone rang. An angry voice sounded from the other side.

“What fuckin’ time do ya call this, Kiri?”

“Hey, I’m sorry man. I was a little preoccupied.” Kirishima schmoozed, a grin on his face at the memory, his cock still covered in your slick and your panties secure in his pocket.

“Yeah, well the drop is ready to go. We’re just trying to sort someone to do pick-ups.” Bakugou grunted on the other side of the phone, “The last guy was a fuckin’ pussy.”

“You know what, man. I think I might have someone-”

“Someone on the inside?” Bakugou pushed.

“Yeah, something like that.”

“Do you think he’ll do it? I can get Sero to meet him before he comes in-”

“Oh yeah, she’ll do it.” Kirishima grinned, “I know she will.”

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ೀ⋆OCT 3RD MEAN GIRLS ━━ katsuki bakugou + free use !

୨୧ — caution, you are now watching. katsuki bakugou + free use. on october third, he asked you what day it was. btw, in girl world, halloween is the only time of the year when katsuki bakugou can slut girls out and no one can say anything about it. boo, you whore! (4.9K)

୨୧ — rated r. minors, blank and ageless blogs do not interact ! nsfw, heavy smut, characters aged up to 20s, college!au, free use, dub-con, cum-play, voyeurism, humiliation, manipulation, dacryphilia, no prep, public sex(ish), unprotected sex, suprise guest appearance from shouto as aaron samuels, fem!reader, reigina george coded!bakugou.

୨୧ — director’s note. "it's october third." and you know what that means! another nasty kinktober fic for you all! i hope you enjoy this one, its probably my favourite...because uh hello!? reigina george and bakugou? name a more iconic duo! anyways enjoy mwah! - m.list ⋆ kinktober m.list ⋆ taglist ✧

halloween is the only time of the year where anyone can dress like a slut and not get called one for it.

in the world of the conventionally attractive (or the plastics), the kings and queens of the social jungle, it means ditching the guts and gore in favour of skin tight lingerie with a little fake blood that drips calculatedly through the valley between your breasts — just for a little bit of added attention. it’s the one night of the year where self-objectification becomes acceptable, and you by all means, were not planning on missing out.

for you, a well spent Halloween consisted of tooth rotting candy corn, bad movies and trying to avoid the feeling of fomo (fear of missing out, fyi) building up like fluid in the lungs of a sick person. you’ve been an a-grade loser all your life and you’ve never had the chance to experience a proper friend group, high school, (and now) college experience.

however this year would be different. this year you would be ditching loser-ville for boobs and bunny ears and the shortest dress you could find. because you finally had a friendship group who did these kinds of things and you had an invite to the biggest festive rager hosted by the hottest guy on campus — shouto todoroki.

the rest of your friend group, the college renowned plastics, had warned you not to get involved with the half and half campus jock. he already had relations to your beloved ring leader, katsuki bakugou, and your involvement would be breaking several laws of girl and guy code — according to dumb blonde kaminari (he swears he has ESPN or something). katsuki was the head of U.A. university, ruling over the entire student body with an iron fist, an attitude so mean you’re sure you’ve seen professors cry and a glare so sinister he could turn milk sour if he tried hard enough.

bakugou was the definition of the picture perfect guy and he knew it. it was almost as if his face had been ripped straight from a vogue magazine, his shoulders broad, waist slutty and tiny, abs to die for too — you’d be a liar to say you hadn’t thought about him a few times before bed. katsuki was a king bee (if bees could even have kings) and you were a nobody lucky enough to have been indoctrinated into his group of flawless friends — taken under the guidance of his wing.

your own friends had told you not to fall for the glitz and the glamour that seemed to follow the barbie blonde everywhere he went. but you couldn’t help it, you were enamoured by everything that katsuki did — turned a blind eye to his bitchy persona and twisted mindset. you hardly believed the rumours about him, blissfully ignoring the truth behind the gossip because katsuki was nice to you. just the other night he had been kind enough to offer his help in setting you up with shouto. even if kirishima had tattle told on you.

regardless, katsuki had your back — you knew that. he was even talking to shouto right now, admist the full swing of the halloween party. how could anyone ever hate bakugou? he was so kind, so considerate, treating you like family from the moment you got here. you see shouto look your way fondly as they chatter about you, his lips curling perfectly around your name while he sends you a wave that makes you feel like the only girl in the world.

“she likes you, yanno.” the shorter blonde purrs, the corner of his perfectly plump lips twitching up into a knowing grin. he says your name, glowering at the way his ex perks up at the mention.

shouto blinks slow, mismatched eyes filling with affection the longer he looks at you awkwardly swaying to music you’ve never heard before. “yeah? she does?”

“it’s adorable, really. she writes your fuckin’ name in the corner of her notes with little hearts. even has the name of your future brats written in a cute little list.” the lie slips from bakugou easily, as if manipulating people is second nature to him.

“don’t bother with that, katsuki.”

when todoroki’s gaze on you lingers for too long, he kicks it up a notch pressing the head of his body into his ex’s side. “listen, half ‘n half,” with his eyes dark and sensual, the blonde allows his voice to slip into deeper, more mocking tones — playing up this innocent act. one that shouto falls for every time. “i know that she can be a little fuckin’ weird but, she’s my friend…so be nice, yeah?”

men are such fickle creatures — for all it takes is a pair of sweltering, red puppy dog eyes to drag the jock under his spell. shouto nods slowly, his own topaz and granite eyes glossing over with some form of obedience, a loyalty to bakugou that no one else would understand. “yeah, alright.”

“good,” bakugou purrs, the sound causing his brain to short circuit. “such’a good friend, half ‘n half.” the tail end of his words are replaced by the sloppy sound effect of his lips on shouto’s, tongues beginning to clash and hands possessively gripping waists.

your rose-tinted window shatters at the sight.

background conversation falls away as your friend and your crush begin to make out right in front of your fucking eyes. “you know who’s looking fine tonight, neito monoma.” kaminari squeals, shimmying in his little mouse costume.

“denki, that’s your cousin.” kirishima frowns.

the blonde shrugs. “yeah! but he’s my first cousin…that’s not right is it,”

you don’t have time to dwell on their chit chat — you feel like someone has thrown your entire body out of whack. you feel like you’re drowning as the realisation hits, katsuki bakugou doesn’t give a shit about you or your feelings. storming away from the scene, you make for the nearest bedroom, hurt and confusion swirling around in the tightness of your chest.

“what are you doin’ in here sweetness? ‘minari and kirishima have been looking everywhere for ya.”

you’re still crying like a sore loser when the king of the plastics finds you hauled up in one of shouto’s many rooms. and you hate that it’s katsuki who’s come to comfort you, sitting beside you on the queen sized bed as his hand slips over your bare thigh.

but you shrug him off, barely keeping your cool. after all, you’re still mad at him for making out with your crush. “don’t touch me, katsuki.” you snarl, doing your best to sound menacing. “i saw what you did. how could you? i thought we were friends?”

he clicks his tongue, ruby red eyes rolling as if he gives a fuck. “oh, you mean that thing with icyhot?” you don’t understand how the blonde can be so nonchalant, tossing around the situation as if it weighs nothing — costing not an ounce of your feelings. “he came onto me, sweetness. i’d never do somethin’ like that to you.”

denying katsuki bakugou is never an easy feat, he’s a man that knows where his strengths lie. in the deep timber of his rumbling voice and those eyes, with the blood lust curled around each of his pupils. katsuki is a well trained hunter, and on this occasion, you are his prey. a large hand smooths over the meaty swell of your trembling thigh, pushing the likely pair wide open for him to make room between them. “i’m a good friend, r’member?”

his hands roam your blistering hot body, gripping and grabbing at your flesh from over your costume — it feels good, you feel wanted and melt like a lump of butter in a pan at every cascading touch of his.

you’d be smart to come to your senses, before you’re snapped up in the unrelenting jaws of a hunter. but you’re entranced by those insanely red eyes, the perfect slant to his lips and all-knowing smile — it’d be useless to escape when you’ve fallen this deep. “you’re not…” your bottom lip wobbles, the achy feeling in your chest now submissive to the liquid lust katsuki has spent months conditioning you to feel. “you’re a bad friend.”

“d’aw…you don’t think i am?” dropping his tone into a sultry coo, bakugou leans in real close and you instinctively follow the tilt of his head. he looms over you, just enough so that you can see the smear of pink eyeshadow across his eyelids, the plasticky glisten of lip gloss masking the true colour of his plump lips, along with the spark of lust swirling through the brown flecks in his eyes.

you shake your head no. “no, you’re not.” big mistake.

the of temperature of the room rises just from his proximity and you find yourself willing to let the king of the plastics swallow you whole. “i don’t think i like the way yer talkin’ to me, sweets.” he growls darkly and in warning. “i should make you apologise for bein’ so fuckin’ mean.”

his breath is warm and wet against your cheek, grip rough on your waist and you can’t help but think how mean he is to you. katsuki gaslights you like it’s second nature or another one of his five senses, manipulates you with ease, putting himself on you when you know you can’t say no. because without him you would have been in social suicide, you wouldn’t have any friends, you wouldn’t have had the college experience. you would have just been ordinary.

“gimme a kiss, gorgeous.” the blonde bites down on your lower tip, tugging it away from you because he misses the metallic taste of golden blood on you — the taste of blossoming obedience in your bloodstream.

you push back, but it’s no use — bakugou’s closing the gap before your brain can even catch up, fizzing like candied pop rocks while you sink further into debauchery.

“c’mon…” he forces his tongue past the seams of your lips, bursting through with only the darkest of intentions. you briefly seize up, because your body knows this isn’t what you want, at least not 100%. but katsuki knows how to work stubborn, prude little things like you — squeezing down on your waist heartily as he leads you into a stupid-drunk kiss. “that’s it, there we go…good fuckin’ girl.”

the world tilts on its axis and you grow lightheaded at the blonde’s praise — you should be mad at him for kissing your crush but at the same time, you’ve never wanted someone so bad. mewling against his watermelon and alcohol flavoured lips is like sealing your fate, giving up little pieces of yourself just to appease your ring leader.

“katsuki, i don’t—“

his thumb digs into your cheeks, preventing you from pulling away — not that you’d want to. wet sounds from your kisses vibrate through you and cause a twinge in the heartbeat between your thighs. “i wasn’t askin’, i was tellin’.” he grunts into your drooling mouth, wide open to echo your sweet and pliant voice. it’s with those words that you remember your place, being a plastic requires sacrifices — for you to give up pieces of yourself in order to stay by katsuki’s side.

including letting him use your mind, body and soul freely.

“so fuckin’ pretty when you’re obedient for me,” he’s snarls, hot under the collar and eager to steal more from you. he grins at how your eyes roll back just from a couple of half-hearted words. leaning back, katsuki shrugs off his shirt, revealing his perfectly carved hips and washboard abs, golden skin that only the gods could have blessed him with. the sight of him is enough to make your quivering cunt deep juices into the crotch of your panties. “let’s get back at sho, huh? for playin’ us both.”

the lines of morality and dissoluteness are often blurred when you’re with him — you become a vessel for his pleasure and you don’t even think to mind. somewhere amidst the messy, sensual lip locks bated breaths, katsuki has managed to get you onto your back and tear through your skimpy little halloween costume to suck his claim into your neck. painting you with deep mauve and midnight blue hues. his eyes dilate, roaring obsidian black taking over his mean, rage filled red eyes in a way that lets you know how bad he wants to fuck you.

it’s when the sharp edges of his canines graze your pulse point that you remember just how much of a wild jungle college is. you remember that katsuki has the ability to make your life a living hell, the power to take a bite and rip your throat out at any second. in this world, you are nothing but a meek gazelle and katsuki bakugou the lion ready for a feast.

irrespective of how much the very fact may frighten you, you ignore bakugou’s talons as they sink into your chest and leave indented crescent moons on against each breast. he rips apart the costume you worked so hard on and pushes your hands away from your body when you attempt to cover yourself up. so, from that moment, you let lust slither over your brain so you can arch yourself into him for more pleasure, and remind yourself that even if you're being used — it feels good. katsuki feels good.

you like that he’s a little mean, a mean girl. all teeth and tongue and biting when he licks into you and breaks the strings of honey saliva that tie your tongue to the roof of your mouth. you love how he roughly grabs you by the meat at your hips and tugs you up to meet the grind of his cock against your underwear. you adore how he pulls the very fabric apart like they’re nothing, rolling you onto your stomach and positioning your hips in a way that makes your back arch.

you don’t even realised that bakugou has kicked off the lower part of his costume until you feel the heat of his firm thighs against the backs of your own and the sticky tap of his flushed cockhead on your ass cheeks — smearing white globs of precum over your hot skin. the blonde groans at the visible twitch of your cunt, the way it glistens and spews lightly for him.

“oh sweetheart,” he laughs through the coagulated feeling of prurience in his throat. “so fuckin’ wet for me, hah?” he manages, spreading your ass cheeks apart hungrily, a curious finger running through your slick folds and dragging your wetness over your pulsating clit. “s’kinda embarrassing. barely even touched you.”

the situation is embarrassing, humiliating almost and a fresh set of tears burn at your waterline — mascaras already tracking down your cheeks. you don’t fight bakugou as a muscled arm snakes it’s way around your waist and pulls you onto him until your sex is flush against bakugou’s thick cock — your hearts beating in sync, heavy breathing in tune. his dripping dick slips and slides a through your quivering pussy lips, grinding against the pulse in your clit before easing the mushroomed tip through the tight ring at your entrance.

“f-fuck!” you squeak, a little out of turn. fuckdolls don’t talk. katsuki is quick to growl and remind you, collapsing his entire weight into your body while you take him with ease. no prep required whatsoever. there’s a delicious burn as his girth stretches you wide open and he fucks you with just the tip — a pleasing buzz layering itself over your logical thoughts. the ones that tell you this isn’t right. the ones that tell you that you’re more than just a plastic play thing.

bakugou squeezes your hips harshly when you push back onto him, desperate to be fed more of his cock. “keep fuckin’ still, alright?” the king of the plastics rasps, taunting you as he thrusts all the way into your tight heat with no warning. you ooze at the sudden stimulation, basking in the weight of his dick against the insides of your crying cunt and fluttering walls. “sho’s gonna love this, maybe he’ll really want you then.” he continues to purr, jamming a thumb past your swollen lips to press down on your tongue. his other hand grasps at his phone once lost in the sheets, talking a picture of your teary face while you suck on his digit to soothe yourself.

like a baby sucking on a pacifier as it cries.

sending the photo to shouto, bakugou takes a few more selfies of you like this. his favourite is the one of your face squished between his large fingers, covered in salty tears and sticky drool. “don’t cry sweets. ‘m gonna fix this, help you get together. what are friends for?”

his voice is soft, nose nudging against your cheek in a reassuring manner.

but it’s all too good to be true.

briefly, there’s a second where everything is calm, where the blonde lets you relax around him between gentle juts of his hips forward and affectionate kisses peppered against your skin. you should have realised that katsuki’s pleasure is always above your own. because he suddenly finds the motivation to pull out of your snug, sensual heat to pound into you properly, dragging is seedy cock along all of the spots along your ribbed walls that make you see stars.

you feel like a pocket pussy, only one that comes with crybaby wails and pitiful hiccuped noises. it’s all music to katsuki’s ears, blending seamlessly with the intense base from the party’s music and thump of the headboard smashing against the wall all from the sheer force of his thrusts into you. it’s easy to forget how humiliatingly loud you’re being, you can’t find yourself to be worried about someone catching you either. even if the door is wide open.

why not? because katsuki claims you willingly, over and over again with each brutish brush of his leaky cockhead against your g-spot. “s-suki! please.” you slur around his fingers that fuck your drooling mouth in perfect rhythm with his dick that plunged in and out of your puckered, creamy hole.

“yeah, yeah. i gotcha. give into me, sweetness.”

where he had been keeping you pinned against the sex-soaked cheeks — bakugou pulls his sweaty chest away from your back and adjusts the roll of his hips, letting them crash into you like waves on a shoreline. to support his body weight above you, his toned arms cage you in, head tilted to the side to watch you sniffle on his dick, red rimming your watery eyeline. “you’re so fuckin’ pretty when you cry, sweetheart.” he moans condescendingly against the shell of your ear, painting a chaste kiss against your wet cheek. “what a pretty fuckin’ girl, suckin’ me in… takin’ my cock. oh fuck.”

if you could see him, will yourself from the pillows you take purchase in and use to muffle your salacious screams — you would notice how an evil smirk as spread across the blonde’s lips while he ravages you, fucks you beyond the stars and back. “you my pretty girl, yeah? fuckin’ sweet thing.” the praise has you spiralling and simultaneously soothes the burning hatred you have for katsuki in your chest. “why you cryin’ so much? is it over him, or over me?”

the answer to his question slips out of you faster than your sex-crazed brain can catch up. “o-over you!” it’s like you can’t even think for yourself, make any choices for your body outside of what bakugou has planned for you. you’d do anything to please him so that he keeps fucking you, so that you can forget your feelings and keep your place amongst the socially elite. maybe that makes you selfish, maybe it makes you dumb — that you’re a whore for katsuki’s bully cock that churns up your guts and uses you for ecstasy filled relief.

“y-yeah? mmhm, just like that baby,” katsuki stutters, licking his lips while you throw it back on him. the weak snap of his voice (caused by you clenching down on him) has you gushing nastily down bakugou’s length. bathing him in your juices, dripping down his balls as they clap against your ass, and swing against your clit.

“yeah…yeah…y-you’re my friend, k-katsuki! didn’t wanna lose you…”

satisfied with your response and feeling a little mean once more, the king of the plastics brings a heavy hand down against your ass before gripping it tight, forcing you back and forth on his creamed dick. you hiss at the newfound pain blooming underneath your skin, blinking back more tears.

“that’s right sweets, you’ll let me do anythin’ to keep me right? stay bein’ friends.” bakugou barks salaciously into your shoulder blade. greed and power and control sparks between your bodies that move in sync with one another, your hips shakily attempting to catch up with his rough pace.

you gasp when he hits a spot that’s got you howling at the moon. “y-yes, god, yes!”

“even let me fuck your crush? let me fuck you in front’a him?”

all you can do is nod and gargle in response, passionately sucking on his fingers. “get ‘em nice and wet for me. wanna play with you, gorgeous.” he nips at your skin, leaving the imprint of his canines against you before his red eyes laser focus on where your bodies continually meet. “lift your hips. atta girl.”

a heinous squeal escapes you, borderline pornographic as katsuki fumbles between your body and shouto’s high thread count sheets. his sticky fingers press into your pleasure nub in tight, calculated circles and he rewards the sound of your choked moans with another barrage of love bites to your neck. ones that you won’t be able to cover up. ones that show how much you’ve been used.

you wonder if his appetite for your dedication will ever be satisfied. even though your pussy works it’s way back onto him and swallows his cock down like fucking magic — bakugou still wants more of you. he grins sinisterly at the bruises that form just under your skin, that make you hiss when he licks over them and spills his curse words over against that sensitive spot underneath your ear. the sensitivity makes you yelp loudly, despite the people that walk by.

including none other than shouto todoroki.

“you’d even let him watch as i creamed your cute cunt, wouldn’t ya? so pathetic. it’s adorable, sweetness.” the blonde goads, pulling back so that he can get a better view of your ass bouncing against his slender hips. spreading you apart with large hands, he drools down onto his cock and your asshole, spitting onto the point at which his shaft slips inside of you — watching the white froth mix in with your viscous nectar and disappear into the creaminess of your tight hole.

your crush audibly gasps as he enters the room — mismatched eyes drinking in the view of you being absolutely wrecked from behind by his ex. shouto can’t help but admire your puffy face and equally puffy folds while he settles on the bed next to katsuki. he has no idea how his feet even carried him there.

“bakugou what are you—?”

the tail end of shouto’s words slip away when you clench down hard on bakugou, his head falling onto the latter’s shoulder while you share shaky moans. “oh my god,” katsuki pants, pulsing against your silken walls and driving his dick upwards into your sweltering mound. “you’re fuckin’ obsessed with me. with him. you just won’t let this dick go, will ya?”

admitting that you like shouto watching you get fucked by bakugou would be just as embarrassing as admitting your crush on him. it doesn’t matter if you’re crying too hard to confess the matter with words, both of them know it. they can tell by the way your pussy spasms around katsuki’s bulbous cockhead as it bullies it’s way into you with every thrust. “see icyhot, told ya she was a weirdo,” He chuckles down at you menacingly. “letting me be the one t’stretch her pussy open even though you’re the one that she wants. s’so embarrassing.”

todoroki let’s out a noncommittal grunt, equally amused by the situation like his ex. “yeah… so weird…”

he reaches around to grab at the fat of your waist and tugs you back onto katsuki so that his dick never leaves you. so that your clit is smooshed up against perfect abs, that contract with every thrust and overstimulate you.

maybe it’s not such a bad thing to be used by the king of the plastics, if it means shouto gets to touch you too.

“i think she’s about to cum, katsuki.” the two-toned haired jock states as if it’s obvious, his voice husky and low as the scent of sex trickles into the air. “you’re gonna make her cum, baby.”

“can fuckin’ feel it, she’s ‘boutta make a mess of me.” they share a lustful look behind you, that leads to them sharing sloppy, uncoordinated kisses as if you’re not even there. truly treating you like a sex toy to be used whenever, wherever.

the sounds of their kisses ring in your ears, cause heat to burn at your cheeks and shame to settle in your chest once again. but this time, you don’t fucking care — not when you’re close to cumming, not when both of the people you adore in your life are using little old you.

forcing you back and forth over katsuki’s dick even faster, shouto finds it in himself to address you, moaning out your name. “a-are you close?” he simpers, tongue rolling over his ex’s.

“i— i am. p-please. let me cum. lemme cum. lemme c-cum—!” you chant as if it’s the gospel, voice tapering off into a set of whistle tone simpers as you finally hit your high. black spots dot your vision, katsuki using a last burst of energy to canter into you, slamming against your g-spot over and over again. the dam breaks before your brain can register it, release trickling out of your fluttering hole like a flash flood after a vicious storm. it soaks his soft tuft of blonde pubes and soils the sheets below, your body wracked with shakes and aftershocks.

katsuki's cock against your cervix being the epicentre.

the two men behind you share a sick little laugh when you collapse into the sheets face first, both of them leaning down to kiss either of your cheeks soothingly.

“so fuckin’ cute ‘n loyal,” bakugou coos in a twisted tone, pulling out of you to jerk himself off over your quivering body.

shouto smiles and rubs soothing circles in the small of your back in an attempt to calm you down — taking pleasure in your tiny sniffles and hiccups while you come down from your high.

“your turn, bakugou.” he purrs slightly, using his arm to prop himself up on the bed for a perfect view of you both.

“mmfuck, shit ‘m so close.” colourful curses spew from between bakugou’s perfect, cherry bitten lips just as he hits his peak. slick sounds accompany the movements of his rough palm up and down his length, coaxing himself towards orgasm. he cums with a shout, a feral growl tearing his chest in two with how loud it is. all while ropes of his blistering hot and white cum land on your ass, pussy and back.

he collapses next to shouto after that.

you feel a finger drag through the hot mess on your back and turn around just in time to watch bakugou feed a scoop of his cum to your crush. todoroki sucking his fingers happily. “go get her a towel, icyhot.” he demands, and like a slave to the crown, todoroki follows — disappearing from the room in search for a rag to clean you up with. surprisingly, the blonde helps you to sit up, taking you into his chest so you can snuggle against it. “don’t cry sweetness, s’okay. i forgive you for thinkin’ i was a bad friend.”

tilting your chin up, you’re rewarded with a firm chaste kiss — swallowing katsuki’s moans as he tastes the saltine tears in your lips. “you’ll never do it again, right?”

“r-right…” you reply meekly, flinching at the blonde who boops your nose almost affectionately.

he busies himself with fixing your costume until shouto returns with a wet rag to wipe the cum from between your thighs and the rest of you. you try not to let it get to you when they share another passionate kiss, sucking on each other’s tongues and mussing up each other’s hair until they’re all rosy cheeked and short of breath.

you would be a fool to think that you ever stood a chance with shouto todoroki after tonight.

much like you, he’s just another piece in katsuki’s game of chess. he’ll never escape the toxic cycle of their relationship when things keep going like this.

“you look sexy with your hair pushed back, icyhot.” katsuki says to shouto once they come up for air, ruffling his silky locks out of place. his ruby, crazed, gaze slinks over to you next, a coy smirk playing at his lips. “sweetness, tell him, icyhot he looks sexy with his hair pushed back.”

katsuki bakugou is terrible. evil. conniving. but he’s all you’ve got, even if he is a mean girl.

“shouto…you look sexy with your hair pushed back.”

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