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lastchancestardomm · 10 months
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My mom showing me "hot", buff, alpha males she took from Google: "Do you think he's attractive? He looks really nice!"
Me thinking about stinky opossum guys who look like they've been out in the rain for 13 days: "Yeah I guess I dunno.."
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kelin-is-writing · 1 month
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fwb!touya who despite your agreement on not necessarily having to stop seeing other peoples, has deleted the contacts of the two or three girls he used to occasionally hook up with, when you weren’t around, the moment you two had started your relationship and everytime he crosses paths with them at school he barely even acknowledges their existence. why? ohh that’s because the moment you, the girl he desires on a soul-type of level, has agreed to be in all this with him touya’s eyes haven’t been able to look away from you, not even for a split second.
fwb!touya who a mere call or text for you telling him how much you miss and want to see him, is enough to make him skip practices with his rock band only to run over to your place and spend time with you. be it doing homework, watching movies or those weird reality shows that secretly pique his interest, playing games that usually end up in heated makeout sessions, you putting on nail polish while he styles your hair, cooking together, napping together, having sex four or five times. just you two basically being all over each others at any given occasion. touya wanted you close to him as much as possible and he was going to have exactly that.
fwb!touya who keeps telling himself you two are just ‘friends with benefits’ but from time to time he finds himself playing the guitar, compose and writes songs while thinking about you. he would’ve never wanted to admit it, for the moment, but you’ve been his muse since the first day you guys meet and the major reason for it was your smile, your laugh, your voice… that beautiful spark in your eyes whenever you looked at him… it made his heart warm up and a pleasing emptiness take over his stomach… shit… this wasn’t good at all, he was going into a dangerous territory right there and it wasn’t supposed to happen.
fwb!touya who has never marked any girl he’s sleep with before nor has he ever permitted them to mark him, because he has never felt the need to do that with his past flings; yet it took only one week, three days, fourteen hours, thirty-two minutes and twenty-six seconds in your relationship to make him go around the campus proudly, a shit-eating grin on his face, with your glossy lipstick imprint onto the side of his neck right where everyone could see it while you walked around with his teethes’ mark on your neck; a statement dedicated to everybody in the school that told all of them he is yours and you are his.
fwb!touya who never holds back from showing off to everyone your close relationship. you could be talking to a classmate and he would walk up to you surrounding your waist with an arm, pulling you flush against his side, and ask genuinely curious and interested what you guys were talking about while leaning his cheek against your head as he hummed along to the explanation you gave him with that voice of yours that is as beautiful as you are, completely smitten and mesmerized. once you were talking with another classmate of yours, that was assigned as a committee with you for a school festival, about some preparations when he came up to you ignoring the other person’s presence and just fixing his intense gaze on you while asking if everything was alright and if you needed any help while delicately moving a strand of hair behind your ear and then rest it gently on the back of your head to let you know that it was fine to lean on him whenever things became too much.
fwb!touya who keeps telling you and himself that the two of you are just ‘friends with benefits’, but the way he fucks you, talks to you and overall treats you are far from being those of an actual ‘friends with benefits’ and he doesn’t notice until a random guy who’s a schoolmate of you two and fan of his band starts asking him about you, throws glances your way, tries (but fails) to flirt with you and touya is watching over you two seething as he smokes by the fences outside the school’s building, tomura being the one who makes him notices that he’s clenching his jaw so hard they can hear his teethes scratching together. it’s right then that he realizes that the reason he had suggested all that thing between you two wasn’t only because he was attracted to you, but because he has been in love with you the whole time since the start of your friendship.
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corollaservant · 2 months
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(18+) missed you // dabi x f!reader
dubcon/noncon, yandere, oral (f), implied drugging, lowercase cause bored, inspo
it's quiet when he enters the apartment. you barely hear him as he murmurs a soft ‘’i'm home’’—you're watching tv absentmindedly. the next words will define how the evening will go. a ‘’stand up’’ means it’s bad, a ‘’missed you’’ means it's worse. 
‘’i missed you’’ he says, ‘’come here’’ but you don't move. he advances towards you, sitting down as he looks in your eyes. ‘’did you miss me?’’ he says, voice almost whiney, there’s some dried blood under the staples. ‘’i did’’ you lie, not bothering to put up a fight. his lips are on your neck, painted fingers groping and squeezing what feels like your carotid artery, he’s needy and seems desperate. 
‘’you’ve been so good today’’ he hums as if you’ve accomplished anything, all you did was sit sedated on his couch, not bothering to get up at all. 
‘’i think i’ll reward you baby’’ he breathes on your wet neck, bringing what feels like dry skin—his lips on yours and sliding his tongue in your mouth. but you don’t back away, you intertwine tongues, as you notice him nudging closer, both hands around your neck, i can breathe, you think.
the next thing happening is you’re lying down on the couch—under no circumstance would he bother carrying you to bed, his day has been exhausting as is, you’re naked and trembling, it’s cold in the apartment but a heat always follows him. you’re also soaked, what were you supposed to do with his fingers rubbing persistently and splitting you apart? stupid body—reacting in stupid ways. his head is already in between your legs, folds parted, metal gliding from your thighs to your inner lips, your cunt twitches in anticipation, as he plays with the heat and you mewl. 
‘’p-please..Dabi’’ you tell him, how desperate you actually seem but he doesn’t mind. not today. 
‘’i know, baby’’ he murmurs, tongue lapping at your slit, swirling around your swollen clit, he will go easy on you today. a harsh slap echoes in the room, his hand comes in contact with your bare thigh as you scream. 
‘’be quiet, not too much noise.’’ he grumbles, the position annoying him, he can’t get full access to the hidden treasure, his day’s reward.
you’re being lifted from the couch in seconds, only to find yourself on top of him, he’s lying down this time as your naked body quivers atop, pussy positioned on his mouth, black painted hands gripping your waist.
‘’stop fidgeting pretty’’ he says but you can’t be patient, you need his tongue in you, your walls a hot and sticky mess—he can tell and he hasn't even done much. he's in your cunt again, spitting on it as saliva dribbles down his chin and onto his chest, a look below would show you his half lidded eyes staring at you, a large handprint decorating your left thigh and he’d only spanked you once. your fingers tug on his white hair with caution, would he smack the same spot again? but you don’t really care at the moment, as you timidly start grinding on his open mouth and nose, trying to get your relief—his grip on your waist tightens. he's licking up your sopping slit, inching closer to the nub and it tingles, he tickles you and you jerk, overstimulated clit pulsating and causing you pain as you whisper: ‘’p-please, s-suck it.’’
he is in a good mood today, that’s why he spanks your thigh, same spot, heated palm and the pain shoots up your core as you dampen his mouth. 
‘’don’t tell me what to do.’’ mouth full of your pussy, and you blabber. fuck-Dabi-agh!-there there! since he’s given you unspoken permission—by not gagging you, you continue; you tug harshly at the white strands that get tangled in between your knuckles and you feel your core tighten. your clit twitches, signaling a tormented orgasm, hips buck up his nose, as he shuffles. his dick isn’t the priority here but he can’t ignore the constant reminder.
‘’D-dabi, i–im gonna—’’ you pant as he slaps your thigh again; same spot, same viciousness and spits a big glob on your cunt—it’s too many sensations at once, a lapping tongue with your arousal and his saliva expecting to get more out of you, the abuse on your nub, the pain from his hits, the longing eyes and sloppy mouth full of your slick as you cum crying. eyes brim with tears, hips jerk on his face, while he tastes your cunt’s sweetness, half-smile forming on his stained features. 
it's always worse when he tells you he missed you. it means you have to prepare yourself to like what comes next. 
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hollowtakami · 2 months
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HEYOOO
so I read your keigo fics and I really loved them! What do you think about Keigo waking up from a nightmare and he can't find you, so he starts to panic, and when you come back from the toilet (or wherever you were), he immediately latches onto you panicking and crying
Man he is so sweet
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hi anon! ^_^ tysm for your ask, it rlly made me smile hehe. here’s a small drabble as thanks:)
(apologies if its rusty, the only thing i have written as of late is uni essays-)
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keigo gasped for air as though he’d been reborn, feathers pricked out like needles.
he clutched at his shirt like a vice, daring to tear through his skin and stress grip his dying heart. he panted, delirious amidst his fear.
the suns of his eyes bounced across every corner of the room, his free hand scratching away the duvet in search of you. nothing, not even his feathers could sense you, clouded by fright.
what the avian didn’t know was that you hadn’t left him like his father, you’d only gotten to get a glass of water after the drought in your throat had woken you up, not nearly as violently as the way your boyfriend’s body treated him.
what you didn’t know was that your boyfriend was unfurling faster than the might of his wings ever could.
pattering through the hallway of your apartment with a glass and a plenished throat, you gently broke your way into your shared bedroom with a tired hand.
your eyes retreated behind their lids at the light you swore you hadn’t put on, lest you disturb keigo in his sleep.
no, an instinctual feather did so.
you stop, feet planting into the carpet as your brain tries to process the scene in front of you, whirring through its fatigue.
there was keigo, plumage fluffed up in fear, eyes wild and pinned on you, your bedsheets in tatters.
“kei?” words clawed up your throat as you slowly made your way to the bedside table and placed the glass. keigo grabbed your wrist the moment you’d set it down, you managed to get a better look at him.
sunny bedhead and a dark sky lining his eyes, his chest heaved along with the heavy burdens that laced his blood, what was his own that didn’t stain his hands.
no matter how much he scrubbed his skin, keigo would never be clean. it had trickled into his brain, and he couldn’t even escape it in his sleep.
“stay,“ he silently barked, his words scratchy.
keigo’s stress grip on your wrist wouldn’t let up, the avian latched onto you for dear life.
your face fell, eyebrows furrowed as you saw his glassy eyes, glossed over with fear.
“bad dream, baby?” you whispered, slowly raising your wrist to run a hand through keigo’s hair, massaging his scalp with gentle nails.
keigo only choked on a sob, his vulnerabilities racing down his cheeks to their end. if only this would end, he begged to a god he wasn’t sure existed.
you brought your wrist down, eyes trained on the dots of his.
“‘m not going anywhere, baby boy,” you soothed, gentle reassurance hanging in the air until keigo was ready to pluck it down and hold it close to him.
he tried to not, more words contesting in his throat.
keigo looked down at himself, feathers shaking more than his tired body.
“bad..” he gestured to himself.
“you aren’t him, birdie,” your words were soft, sun against his skin. his heart swelled amidst the silent rage of his head.
soon, you felt keigo’s grip starting to soften too.
you grabbed the glass of water with a free hand, using the other to usher strands of gold out of his eyes, tucking them behind his ear as you helped him sip some water.
kissing his forehead, you cooed, “that’s my boy,”
keigo chirped, too frightened to speak. he would only chirp or coo when this regressed into his fear, not that you minded. you knew that his bird qualities were something he was forced to bury, much like other innocents.
but, there wasn’t any blood on keigo’s hands.
the only thing in his hands was the silk of your skin, fingers intertwined as you spoke to him with the song of your voice, an angel he would tell himself he didn’t deserve.
your wings were pure, his stained red. he was born like this, conceived by a monster of a man. so, that must mean that he was born the same.
it took an angel like you to help him realise he had never fallen, it was someone else who had clipped his wings.
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withclawandvine · 3 months
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sero’s smile had been equal parts secretive and triumphant as he told you, very early on in your relationship with katsuki, that the man in question could be... very easily manipulated. citing the little trick he'd used to get katsuki into the class band as proof of this claim.
you didn’t think much of it; katsuki was whip-smart and never made the same mistake twice. 
but as you’re stumbling home on sore feet, you figure it can’t hurt to try asking him if he'll carry you. and of course he's quick to remind you that he told you not to wear those damn shoes in the first place. 
but it's not exactly a no so you're not willing to give it up just yet. with a dramatic sigh you say, “yeah, i’m probably too heavy for you anyway.”
the words aren't even all the way out when your feet lose contact with the sidewalk. with well-honed speed and dexterity, katsuki hauls you over a broad shoulder.
not even your squeal of surprise is loud enough to drown out him grousing about how he carries people of all sizes to safety all the goddamn time so i know you're not callin' me weak right now!!
and you're just smirking into the small of his back lmaooo
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pettydollie · 6 months
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Dad Bakugo x mom reader - I need more children in my life 😭✋🏾
def calls his kid "squirt" and "buddy"
in mY universe, he has a boy and a girl bc he needs the best of both worlds
CALLS YOU "MA" GOODNIGHT
we all know he wakes up really early, earlier than you even, so he's the one to check on the babies/kids every morning to see if they're ok :)
definitely keeps schedules of you and your kids days like exams, report cards, if they're going to a friend's house, etc
yk how most kids tend to be like "ewwww" whenever their parents kiss?? not ur kids nono. first of all, your son is the quieter one. not that he's not talkative, he just has a little bit of a hard time expressing himself. anyhow, his sister is very loud. but either way, they both think its sweet. your daughter even said something like "i hope my husband kisses me like that" once (when she was an older kid tho lol)
your son goes to talk to you a lot. he adores you so so much. but one day when he wanted to hang out with you, you weren't home. you were busy running errands while katsuki was at home watching tv. your son started crying and katsuki was like wtf?? eventually, your son grew accustomed to speaking to katsuki. as he got older, he actually talked to him more than you.
teaches your son how to be a man :,) katsuki knew he was bitchy in his younger years and he didn't want either of his kids to be like him. he taught them both manners and how to properly have a conversation.
little pitter patter of their feet ran into your guys' shared bedroom on christmas morning and began jumping your bed. katsuki groaned and rubbed his eyes aggressively. "it's christmas, mommy!" your little boy shouted. "wake up daddy!!" your daughter shouted in his ear. "alright alright you rugrats"
at your daughter's kindergarten graduation (idk if everyone had this but i did lmao), katsuki was tearing up and although he tried to hide it, he had to remain the strong one while comforting you while you bawled your eyes out.
p.s your daughter is the oldest
when she brought home her first boyfriend... ooo chile
i see a lot of people writing how katsuki would act up but tbh in his older years, i think he'd be a lot more mature. he'd greet the dude politely and treat him like he would any of her friends
btw lemme just say: your daughter is a mommy AND daddy's girl. she loves u both insanely
honestly while eating dinner with the boyfriend or something, katsuki would be very blunt and not pay too much mind to him LMAOO he'd be like "'tis is great, doll" as if you don't cook dinner every week and it's only when your daughter brings up how he wants to work at katsuki's angency, where he perks up
"oh shit, no kiddin'?" and you smack his arm lightly.
well this changes everything! he practically gave the kid his blessing. "welcome to the family son"
your son doesn't really care about them together, he just doesn't wanna see his big sis get hurt. lets say that your son is 15 and your daughter is 17. "so, bf/n. have you fucked her?"
you almost spit out your drink like a cartoon. your daughter is shook, katsuki's rage from UA is all coming back to him, and the boyf is scared for his life
you, katsuki, and your daughter have a little talk after dinner
"use condoms" kats stated. "i- WH- nono you can have sex next year." you corrected but ur daughter is like huh?? "wha why next year?" you scoff. "because you'll be a legal adult thats why." "no offense, momma, but that's really dumb. when did you and dad start having sex?" she folded her arms. katsuki shrugged. "like i said, use condoms."
you and your daughter gossip like crazy alr?? ur like the gilmore girls except you're married and didn't get pregnant at 16 (almost)
and this is nothing new to katsuki, he's heard u guys gossip trillions of times. but when he found out you guys talked abouy HIM TOO??
he busts into the room. your daughter squeals and runs behind you. "hi honeyy-" he shushes you, "you guys talkin' shit 'bout me?" "nope" you guys say in unison. "there's this other guy, uh.."
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bet-on-me-13 · 13 days
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DPxBNHA Prompt
@evilminji recently made a Post about DP x MHA and I'm in love with the idea of those 2 fandoms together. (I'm gonna tag this dpxdc just to spread it around but there won't be much dc in it. Maybe a few crumbs here and there)
So! Quirks came into existence the same day Danny became a Halfa. He wasn't directly responsible for it, but when the Portal opened it released a truly Massive amount of Ectoplasm into the world at large. The Dr's Fenton didn't notice it at first, because Amity Park had always had that level of Ectoplasm and all of their Sensors were within the City Limits.
The Ectoplasm released onto the world quickly and integrated with multiple Humans across the Planet, and eventually enough Ectoplasm gathered in a single Human to form the first Proto-Core, aka Quirk. That human was the Glowing Baby.
This phenomenon spread across the world as the situation in Amity Park devolved. The GIW knew for certain that these "Meta Abilities" were the result of Ectoplasm Contamination, and doubled down on Amity Park to try and fruitless contain the spread. Not that it would have worked, the Portal opening had sent a Shockwave across the fabric of Reality, creating mini-portals that continued to feed Ectoplasm to the Earth.
Eventually the day came when Amtiy Park was Evacuated from the Mortal Realm by Clockwork for it's own Protection. It's disappearance was blamed on a newly awakened Quirk destroying the entire Town, which was used to feed the flames of hatred in the Early Dawn Era.
Then one day, Amity Park returns. In Japan of all places.
Clockwork had dragged the entire Town through Time, to an Era that would accept their abilities. It was placed in the countryside of Japan. Clockwork had considered putting them in a dimension of Heroes, bur decided that would like to stay in their home dimension for now.
Thats the basic world building, but there are other parts we can expand upon in this AU
For Example, OFA and AFO
All for One was the first True Core in the 1st Gen of Quirks, but he was born with a Defect that made him unable to generate his own Ectoplasm. He felt a Hunger that could never be satiated, and eventually found a way to feed that hunger by absorbing the Proto-Cores of other people into his own True Core, stealing their Quirks.
One For All was the Opposite, born as an empty True Core but without the insatiable Hunger that his brother had. Then AFO force fed him a Stockpile Core and it fused with his own, giving him the power to Generate and Stockpile his own Ectoplasm.
He also had the power to Pass On his Core to another Body, basically just passing on his power. Then his Successor did the same, and their successor, and their Successor. Eventually we reach the 9th Holder of OFA, and the Singularity.
In this world, the Quirk Singularity isn't just an event where Quirks grow too powerful for their Bodies to handle, it is an event where the Proto-Cores of Quirk Users experience an Apotheosis, and change from Proto to True Cores. True Cores which the Human Body can't handle having.
But it's different for OFA. It was a True Core from the beginning, born within a Human Body, and it has the power of 6 other Proto-Cores within itself all ready to Apotheosis into True Cores themselves. When OFA is passed onto zuku Midoriya, it floods him with 7 Cores worth of Ectoplasm, and turns him into a Halfa.
When Danny and the rest if Amity Park reappear in Japan, they find not only a world populated by mostly Liminal Humans, but also a Powerful Halfa who doesn't even know he is a Halfa. Maybe even 2 if All Might also experienced the same Apotheosis?
Thoughts?
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a-sentimental-man · 8 months
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genuinely can't get over how this panel is like an honest to god fanfic premise but better because it's ACTUALLY canon. they really did just lock eyes across a battlefield and time slowed down. horikoshi what the fuck kind of fruity shit is this. i am in ur fucking WALLS
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piedpiperart · 1 year
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Part eleven of Ghost hero!
Part ten
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Update coming soon…
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yanderelionwrites · 9 months
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MHA Yandere Lists: Your Bedroom
Content Warning: yandere, kidnapping
These yanderes set up a separate room for you to stay in. They want to ease you into your new home and situation, so giving you your own room will hopefully make you see they’re trying to be courteous and make you comfortable. They’ll do their best to decorate the bedroom with all of your favorite things and design it to your liking. And if you ever get lonely sleeping in your bed all by yourself, you can always join them in their room 👀
| ALL MIGHT, Eijiro Kirishima, Fat Gum, Fumikage Tokoyami, HAWKS, Hitoshi Shinso, IZUKU MIDORIYA, Kyouka Jiro, Mezo Shoji, Mirio Togata, MOMO YAOYOROZU, Natsuo Todoroki, Ochako Uraraka, Sero Hanta, Shota Aizawa, SHOTO TODOROKI, Tamaki Amajiki, Tenya Iida, Tsuyu Asui
They make you sleep in their bedroom, chaining you to the post if they have to. That way, they’ll always know where you are, even when they’re sleeping. You don’t need your own bedroom, that’s just ridiculous. Why would you want to be away from them? You just look so cute lying in their bed and they get to cuddle you to their heart’s content. And don’t worry, they’ll make sure to include some of the stuff you like in their room so you feel more “at home” 😃
| DENKI KAMINARI, Endeavor, HIMIKO TOGA, Katsuki Bakugo, MIDNIGHT, Mina Ashido, Mirko, Mr. Compress, Nejire Hado, Present Mic, Re-Destro, Spinner, TWICE
They keep you in the basement and, maybe if you’re good, you can move upstairs. You’ll be chained up down there, with nothing but a mattress, a thin blanket, and a flat pillow to keep you company. Soon, you’ll have no choice but to behave and beg to stay upstairs with your captor. Anything would be better than living with the bugs and the dust covering each surface… 🪳
| All For One, DABI, Endeavor, Midnight, Mirko, Tomura Shigaraki
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dabislittlemouse · 1 year
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Dabi x Reader MDNI +18 | smut/exhibitionism/voyeurism
As the late hours of night approached, the lights in Redestro’s mansion started to slowly turn off and for everyone to go in their rooms. Everything that was left over from the dinner that night, where Shigaraki and other lieutenants had gathered to celebrate, was being cleaned off by the servants.
One of the maids was in charge of offering the lieutenants everything they needed in their rooms, like food or their fill of water. Knocking on each of their doors, she politely wished them a good night after giving them the water bottles and heading off to the next door.
One left. Dabi’s room.
She swallowed nervously as she was walking down the dark corridor, Dabi was the most intimidating of them all and she didn’t really want to be met face to face with the pyromaniac. But a duty is a duty.
Going to the upper floor, she approached Dabi’s room. Her mind was wandering off, the only thing she’d do is knock and give the bottle and just go away.
But that’s not what happened.
The door was slightly open. The confused maid stared at it for a minute, not knowing what to do she knocked softly while pushing the door, feeling a bit uneasy.
“Um.. sir, may I-"
Her words were caught in her throat as her eyes widened at the view in front of her; quiet whimpers and moans were coming from Dabi’s bed. The maiden saw you, on top of Dabi, naked and impaled on his cock as you struggled to ride him and grind down on him. Your head fell back, whines escaping your mouth as you were lost in pleasure, not even noticing that someone was at Dabi’s door. Meanwhile Dabi’s hands were gripping your hips, digging his nails on them as he guided you, moaning in unison with you, low grunts coming out of him with each movement of your hips on top of him. The nasty wet sound of his cock thrusting up into you filled the room while your tight gummy walls milked him dry. It was filthy, the way your juices mixed with his cum were sticking and leaking down his balls with each bounce.
“Thaaat’s it.. just like that, ride this fucking cock like you mean it baby..” he chuckled, watching your fucked out expression in amusement while knowing too well that there was an audience right behind you, that you still didn’t notice.
The maid’s face turned red in embarrassment, she prepared to leave before Dabi waved his hand, catching her attention. Meanwhile he grabbed you by your hair, burying your face on his chest as you still continued to grind on him. Dabi gave the maid a sly grin before he gestured for the table, then he focused back on you, grabbing both your asscheeks as he thrusted up into you deeper and harder on purpose while you moaned loudly and shamelessly. The maid kept her eyes down the whole time, her face flushed as she immediately put the water bottle on the table and hurried to leave the room, putting a hand in front of her eyes to not see the sinful view anymore.
As she closed the door, it clicked shut rather too loudly which grabbed your attention fast. You turned around to look at the door, and then back at Dabi in confusion, only for him to give you a smirk. You gasped in shock at the realization.
“There was someone in here- Dabi! Oh my god, you fucking let them watch?!” you brought your hand on your mouth, utterly embarrassed. Dabi clicked his tongue, and threw you down to the bed as he got on top of you.
“Oh c’mon, you gave quite a show, I know you don’t mind some audience now do you~?” he whispered in your ear, you could still feel his grin as he positioned himself right between your legs, before slamming it right back in, making you let out a high pitched moan.
“How much ya wanna bet she is still right behind this door?” he laughed as he buried himself deep inside of you, bruising your insides over and over as the thought of someone watching and hearing the two of you like this had you gushing and squeezing down hard on his throbbing cock.
And it was true, the maid was still there behind the door, listening to it all and maybe opening the door slightly to take a peek, while her hand was under her dress, pathetically fingering herself as she watched Dabi’s cock pounding on you and pump your sloppy cunt full of his seed for the rest of the time.
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bakubunny · 5 months
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daddy!shota who loves his little girl so so much. who sits you on his lap for dinner because you’re too small to eat all on your own. who makes you bubble baths with kiddie toys and bathes you just to watch your eyes glaze over. who helps you dress, brushes your hair, brushes your teeth, and tucks you into bed.
daddy!shota who crawls in beside you to give you kisses when you’re all malleable and soft, so hazy in a different headspace because you’re just too cute to leave alone when you’re small. who hears your whines and feels you squirm. who knows just what his little sweetheart needs to fall asleep at night. who holds you close and touches you just right until you’re asking for more, stupidly shy and nervous. who grins when you do and kisses you on the cheek. who holds you down and gives you what you need.
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bluerosety-blog · 3 days
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Izuku can't believe Kacchan is crying and is quick to give excuses like saying Katsuki is physically and mentally tired, because that's not like Kacchan at all. He can't see him vulnerable and can't fathom that the reason his childhood friend is crying is because the future he had thought of-them chasing and competing with each other-will come to an end. 💔🥺
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I'm sorry Kacchan, you are going to have to spell it out to him. 🥺 Take him to an amusement park and buy some crepes lol! 🤣 I feel sorry for Kacchan, but I still love them! 🤗💕
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gardenofnoah · 1 year
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katsuki hates to be placated.
it stems from his childhood (because of course it does)—there was no getting through or around his abrasiveness, so the next best thing was to pin him with that tired smile. the look of resignation that was always the same, no matter who wore it. to agree to every retort, even if he was being so horribly unreasonable. to choose—overtly—the quickest way to end the argument and flee from him.
he hated it. he hated it, and he could never understand—why was he the only one who ever had any backbone? he saw his challenges and rose to them every time. he came out on top, every time. it wasn’t as if he was being purposefully combative. he just…didn’t know how else to be.
to finally understand that he himself was the challenge, and one not worth seeing through—well.
that just hurt.
so he did the only thing a child so young could think to do—he became more. more volatile, more prone to outbursts. more unpredictable and, looking back on it now, scary. but that was what made sense to him—if he was made to see those barely-veiled expressions of intolerance either way—he’d at least have control over why.
as an adult, he has a better grasp on himself and his emotions, but he wouldn’t be katsuki without that hair trigger temper and his smart ass mouth. and he feels lucky—really lucky—that he has you, because you aren’t afraid of his challenge. you meet him head on and you give it right back.
so he can’t understand why you’re standing in front of him—not even looking at him—wearing that same, appeasing grimace tonight. he doesn’t understand, and suddenly he’s 11 again—small and made to feel so, so insignificant by the way you sigh like you can’t bear to speak another word to him. by the way your lips can barely turn up at the corners, and your strained little “nothing, kat” when he asks you what your problem is.
he had only answered your questions. it might’ve been the case that his answers came through gritted teeth as he heaved himself through the door to your home. it might be true that the adrenaline from his shift still pumping hard through his veins had him a little on edge, still feeling vigilant for any outward threat. and the way you’re postured away from him, like you can’t stand another second in the same room with him, feels as threatening as any villain.
“so why the fuck are you mad at me?”
you pause, hand halfway to dropping the tea bag into the steaming mug on the counter as you turn to look at him, expression both concerned and very tired.
“mad at you?”
he balks, because he hadn’t anticipated having to actually elaborate on that, and now he feels foolish as he tries to formulate his complaint. but the anger wins out, like it always does, and his explanation comes out clipped through gritted teeth.
“you’re fuckin’—turned away from me like i’m a little pest,” he seethes, only spurred on by the way you step forward, reaching for him like you mean to pacify a child mid-tantrum.
he doesn’t even see you anymore, not really—just every other face projected over yours, until he sees red. it’s always the same—no matter how hard he tries, he is too much—
“y’think i can’t tell how bad you don’t want to be here right now? i can practically hear ya thinking of all the ways to leave this—”
“katsuki.”
you’re facing him fully now, arms crossed over your chest with a look that can only be interpreted as one of annoyance, aimed right at him.
and that gives him pause, because at least you’re honest. he just…doesn’t know what to do with that.
“what on earth are you talking about?”
and of course he can’t say it. he tries to deflect, because the walls close in and the only way out is to steamroll over you. “you—you—”
and he just wishes you’d cut him off—tell him some horrible and likely true thing about himself so he can let go of all of the venom he’s been carrying around for over a decade—but instead you wait for him to tell you what he’s thinking. he can’t bear to tell you that the only thing in his head right now is his fear.
fear that he’s too much for you, too.
“you’re actin’ like you don’t want to talk to me,” he grits out, mirroring your posture with a huff and glaring at the tile by your feet. it sounds childish when it leaves him, like he ought to have stomped his foot to end the sentence, and the shame curls up in his chest.
you’re silent for what feels like an eternity. he feels the anger burn him up when he hears you snort.
before he can snap at you, you’re wrapped around his midsection. he wants to thrash until you let go, but he’s subdued in a way that feels different. even so, his petulance remains, and he holds his arms out from his sides like you’ve got fleas.
“i’m not mad at you, you big baby,” you murmur, and he can hear the smile in your voice, even muffled by his costume. “i’m just tired, kat. i was like, 99% asleep until a minute ago. i thought we were just gonna go to bed. ”
he feels himself fight against the way he wants to deflate at your words, and this time the anger is only directed at himself. he doesn’t understand why everything has to feel so fucking hard. why every tiny shift in your body language has him feeling nauseous, or why his mind drops him at the worst case scenario and leaves him there, stranded.
“i don’t want to leave,” you answer his earlier comment, head butting him lightly in the sternum. he feels no control over his arms when they loop around your shoulders to pull you closer.
“it’s 1am and i want to sleep,” you look up to shoot him a pointed glare, but there’s no real heat behind it, “so can you shower so we can do that?”
he can only blink at you. after a long moment, your words filter down far enough for him to understand.
“i—uh. yeah.”
your lips twitch up at the corners as you pull away from him. he feels so raw that he’s unable to move, unsure how to proceed and unwilling to let you out of his sight in case it’ll be the last time he sees you.
“go on,” you say, expression softer, “i’ll be in bed when you’re done. maybe i’ll cuddle you if you’re done yelling at me.”
“‘m sorry,” he can’t manage anything louder than a whisper, and when you reach out to rest your palm over his heart, it’s far more painful than any withdrawal could have been.
“we’ll talk about it tomorrow, okay?”
“…okay.”
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treasuringizu · 2 years
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you twist in the bed, mouth opening in a yawn while you pull the covers up to your chin, wrapping yourself into your burrito. you can vaguely hear the sounds of what you know is izuku getting ready for the day in the background of the bedroom, drawers opening and closing, the soft thumps of fabrics in the closet.
he always leaves the blinds closed for you to shut out the sunlight and the lights off, no matter how many times you tell him he doesn’t need to get ready in the dark just for your sake. he blushed furiously when you mentioned to him you can still hear when he stubs his toe or bangs his leg against something and tries, unsuccessfully, to muffle his yelps. he’s too sweet.
so now, you’re blinking sleepily into the darkness, barely registering izuku approaching you in bed, all ready in his hero suit for his early morning patrol today.
you’re still trying to come to life when he stops right in front of where you lay on your side of the bed, bending down onto one knee so that he’s eye level with you, resting his forearms on the bedding. he doesn’t crowd you, watching with a content smile on his face as you finally focus on him. “good morning, angel.”
“mmm.” you scoot closer to him, “‘morning, izu.”
he doesn’t respond, just staring at you while you stare back, making out his curly hair, still damp from his shower, and faintly following the light freckles littered across his face with your eyes. izuku’s gaze bounces from your nose to your lips — where a smile is growing the more you look at him looking at you — and back to meet your stare.
and then he moves in, bringing his face close enough to yours to the point you can feel his minty breath puff against your cheek, and you sit up a bit. “i gotta go,” he says, his voice a whisper, somber.
“i know.” you whisper back.
he frowns, the one where his lips turn into a pout, his eyes heavy and intense. “i’ll miss you.”
you laugh, although you’re a bit sad too. his clinginess has rubbed off on you. “i’ll see you for lunch.” he doesn’t answer, and so you lean in and he complies, automatically dipping his head to plant a kiss on your lips, another, and then one more, his hand rising to cup your cheek. his exhale hits the top of your lip as you separate, and his forehead knocks against yours. “you wont be without me for long, izuku.”
“long is any second i’m not with you.”
you let him bask for a few minutes, feeling sleep crawl at you once again as you close your eyes and treasure this moment you have with him this morning.
but then you both hear the alert from his phone, his five minute warning for his patrol shift, successfully disrupting the stillness.
sighing, you detach your foreheads and remove your arm from where it was resting, reaching a hand up to smooth the frown in between his brows. “you’re gonna be late.”
“…okay.” izuku moves like he’s going to pull away, but then he leans in once more for another kiss before he drags himself up from his knee. you watch as he goes, fixing up his suit and grabbing the last things he needs. he pauses at the door, giving you one last look over.
“i love you.”
you smile, “love you too.”
and then he shuts the door, leaving you in the stillness of the dark bedroom that now feels a little bit too empty.
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lexinympho · 2 years
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You don't go a day without thinking of how cute Keigo looks whenever his wings go out of control because of you. Sure, his subconscious acts of singing or whistling a jubilant tune are adorable in their own right, but there's something about that physical reaction he sometimes has trouble keeping in check that takes the cake.
The mere sound of your voice has Keigo's body immediately coming to attention, and you always wrestle with yourself to not laugh at his unavailing attempts at taming the crimson appendages. The slight flaps of excitement taking place behind an expression of a similar warmth works its magic and has your heart doing cartwheels on demand, even when said excitement is dampened by a less-than-stellar day of hero work.
Personally though, you'd say the most endearing form of this comes on the days when those less-than-stellar days leave Keigo with a pair of worn wings from a rigorous battle. Those flaps you fell in love with are more evident with the lack of feathers fluffing up at the same time, the size reduction not only bringing more attention to the movements, but in some way increasing the cuteness. The ephemeral period of his wings in that state makes the sight all the more appreciable since his wings rarely ever take more than a week to grow back.
When simply watching them isn't enough, you habitually bring your hands up from the bend of his wings and down to his primaries, becoming captivated by his nonverbal way of showing love. That's not to say he's never good at showing his love for you, it's just a special experience for you seeing it display itself in such a pure way.
He fondly tends to blame you for the instinctive occurence, citing how he used to be so good at maintaining it in public until you showed up (he doesn't convey much frustration though, if at all). And he's conscious of how much you love it, so he can't entirely blame you when he sometimes doesn't bother trying to smother the twitches the instant he feels them tickling at his backside.
It's disenthralling how you don't just admire his wings. You stare at them as though you're wordlessly eulogizing how they hold every bit of whatever you've been missing in life, you touch them with a weirdly firm gentleness that greatly instills their importance to you. They aren't just disparaged wings to you, they aren't just a quirk with promise, they're a part of him, they are him.
And seeing the way you treasure him, that part of him, makes whatever detestment his past made him develop towards his wings fizzle out and blossom into a soft type of cherishment he didn't think he'd ever feel.
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