|♡| Come Here, Wolfie |♡| 2 |♡|
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|♡| Come Here, Wolfie |♡| 2 |♡|
M!Werewolf x F!Reader
Description: You currently sat at the mercy of the beast that had just killed minutes before, now looking oh so sweet. You couldn’t decide what was worse the fact that the monster wasn’t just some brainless dog, but could comminate to you like a human, or the fact that he turned out to be a handsome man that you recognized.
Rating: Fluff?
Disclaimer: Talk of Poverty, Abuse of Power, Non-descriptive Murder, Fainting, Non-descriptive Death, Cynophobia, Lupophobia,
Word Count: 2,937
Series: Part 1, Part 2
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"Thank you..."
The voice of a man surrounding you caused your body to tense, quickly searching for the source of the sound. It was deep and warm, engulfing your body in a feeling of warmth that you could not even begin to process.
"Who's there?" You shouted into the air, attempting to sound intimidating despite already having a threat laying on your feet. Your voice echoed off the trees, proving that it was only you, the wolf, and the forest. 'Have I gone crazy?'
The giant wolf began to paw at your leg, rubbing his heavy killer claws gently against your leg as if to capture your attention. The scene before you seemed bizarre, how could a ferocious beast who murdered noblemen not too long ago crave a response from you? It was not possible, maybe he just wanted more food.
“I’m going to need the food, buddy. I can’t spare any more.” You couldn't help but have this nagging voice in the back of your head, telling you to just throw the bag at the beast since you were going to die anyway.
Even if the wolf had let you go, to survive the forest and all its challenges for who knows how long would seem impossible from the current position you were in. Not to mention the fact that even if you did survive you would never be allowed back in your village. They would figure out a way to blame the nobleman and knight's death on you without a proper trial. You would be hung by morning.
Tears welled up in your eyes as you thought about your small home and bakery, only three streets apart from each other. It was all you have ever known, a gift sent from a very generous person who allowed you to live your dreams and to sleep under a warm roof. Baking meant everything to you, creating masterpieces from simple ingredients, turning nothing into something like it was magic.
You can imagine it now, your home and bakery will be raided for any valuables and then torn down. Your house will be sold off to some noble since most of the peasants could not afford housing. The ache in your heart only seemed to increase the more you thought about it. The love and hard work you had put into those places had been destroyed by the events of today.
The wolf's stillness was broken at your tears, head lifting as it crawled on its stomach to inch closer to you, caution in its movements almost as if not to spook you. Now it rested on your lap, nuzzling your thighs and you gulped at the feeling of its soft fuzzy ears against your dress. That would have been the weirdest part if it wasn't for what followed.
"Deep breaths.” The voice was now firm, almost demanding, and from the emphasis of the wolf pushing its body weight into you, it was hard to ignore the obvious answer to your earlier question.
Your hands moved on their own, faster than you could think through your actions, grasping his head and pushing him away from your body so you could stare into his eyes in disbelief. Your head began to feel dizzy as its human-like eyes stared back at you, trying to decipher your reaction.
"I do not wish to scare you, truly I've missed you, Angel."
Maybe it was the fact that the voice sounded like it was in your head, or maybe it was the fact that you had convinced yourself that this voice was coming from the large grey beast in front of you. Or maybe, just maybe it was the familiar nickname you had only dreamed of being called again. Whatever it was, your brain had failed to comprehend it because the next thing you knew a wave of nausea hit you before there was a harsh snap of your cautiousness, vision fading to black as you were left at the mercy of the beast.
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He was the Lord's son, making him a celebrity from the moment he was born. His father was said to be a nobody before he moved to your small village, just a simple man with moderate money who chose to terrorize a secluded town too far from the kingdom to get aid.
Everyone hated him, however, he threw his money at people who supported him, quickly buying his way to the top. Eventually, he crowned himself as the ruler of your village, and that's when his true anarchy began.
The Lord began to create laws to which peasants like your family could only succumb, creating impossible taxes to pay if you owned property. This resulted in your family becoming homeless, to which The Lord quickly moved his groupies into the newly vacated market. Yes, it sure did pay to support him.
You and your family had been sleeping on the streets for only one week, but it seemed your parents couldn't take it and left you to fend for yourself, choosing that the four-week trip to the next town would be easier without a child.
At the tender age of eight, you had begged people for labor work so you could make money. It seemed rich nobles loved your sob story because you were quickly employed to do minor tasks like carrying buckets of water for baths. This had afforded you food and sometimes even a place to sleep if the employers were kind enough.
Up until that point you had only seen the Lord's son passing, always hidden behind a crowd of people cooing at him. All you had known about him was that his mother was the daughter of The Lord's biggest supporters and thus was betrothed to him despite having an almost fifteen-year age gap.
It was a normal day, you were trying to decide on a place to sleep after finding no luck for a place to stay. You opted to sleep on an old abandoned hammock near a small field of wildflowers. The scent of the flowers and the slow rocking of the hammock soothed you right to sleep and seeing as there were no signs of rain, it seemed like the perfect spot.
But when you had reached it, you had found that it was already occupied by none other than the young honorable boy. He certainly did not look like royalty at that moment, once an expensive suit ripped and torn, his face caked in mud with round red cheeks stained with what looked like tears.
You were rather agitated, his father had ruined your home, your family, and now he was ruining your sleep. "Wake up," you grumble, shaking his arm. Maybe if you were a bit more mature, with a bit more sense, you would have never dared to touch someone as high status as him. You called his name, which caused him to stir, rubbing one tired eye and opening the other.
His mouth hung open at the sight of you, probably covered in dust from a day worth of hard work, hands battered and scared patting down your dirty dress as you attempted to get his attention. "Why are you here?"
Your question was rude and snippy, but he didn't seem to mind as he just continued to openly gawk at you. You felt your eye twitch at his stupid face, how could someone who practices etiquette all day be so rude? Not that you were being the kindest at that moment.
"Hey! I was asking you a question, young lord," you tried once more, remembering to address him as his title. "Shouldn't you be at home? I'm sure your maid is looking for you."
It was at that moment that he had to be younger than you by a year or two, or at least certainly less mature as he reached out to cup your face, pinching the fat of your cheek as if to check something. "You smell...nice," was his only response.
This only confused you more, but you allowed him to touch your hair and trace your face, almost in a trance from your presence. This was one of the only moments in your life where you had felt important, no one had paid attention to you, always being in the background with no family or friends to share happy moments with. But not you held the attention of one of the most important people in the area.
The moment was ruined when the little boy's stomach growled rather loudly, to which he pulled back and tried to hide his flustered face. "Do you...do you have any food?"
You looked down, reaching into the pocket of your dress to pull out a small cake, clumsily decorated with a smiley face and small shapes. It was the result of your first time baking when a maid for one of the nobles you worked for had taught you how to make one.
"This...this is all I have."
You were ashamed, here you were presenting a rather ugly cake to a boy who had everything. But he didn't reject it or complain, instead he smiled, grabbed the treat, and broke it in half with his hands, offering you one of the parts. "It's not fair for me to take it all if you only have one."
Together you two ate and enjoyed the dessert, beginning to get to know each other over the hours he spend by your hammock. When he asked about his current state he avoided the answer like the plague. The only bit of information he gave you was that he had been locked out of his home due to the maid's not realizing he was missing.
He spent that night with you, sharing the hammock together as you tried to fight the cold. In the morning he left without a word, and you expected him to forget meeting you and move on. But that was not the case, the young noble was almost annoying with how frequently he visited you.
"Angel!" He'd call you, after hearing his maid say that whoever had taken care of him on the night he was locked out must have been an angel sent straight from heaven.
"Angel look! I found this really cool necklace in one of my Mom's boxes."
Surprisingly, the Lord's son was no spoiled brat, in fact as you got to know him he was rather pleasing, always doing the most to make you smile. Although, no one could deny that he was bathed in riches. You even had to explain to him the simplest of things like wheat fields since he had never been near one up close.
"Huh? Put that back she might get angry!"
"No way, she had enough. Do you think it will be enough to buy ingredients? I really want a cookie from you."
Without fail he would ask you for some sort of treat, claiming he became hooked on your baking from the start. In return, he would always bring you gifts, flowers from his private garden, a fancy stone from one of the tables, sometimes even a bag of coins if he was lucky enough to take it without being noticed.
"'s more than enough but I don't think we should be doing this.."
"Please? I'll do anything, Angel. I really, really want one."
You two had many adventures together, playing as heroes saving the kingdom in the fields, and splashing each other in the lake. The lord's son has never been known to be a trouble maker, but with you, he seemed to always want to break free.
"Oh..okay, fine. But promise me you'll take the extra money back to your mom!"
"Fine, fine." That day he had lied, instead of sneaking it into your pocket.
Your friendship had gone on for several months until your ninth birthday when he had promised to give you the best gift he could find. You had waited for him by the hammock all day, but he had never shown up. Just as you were about to fall asleep after angrily preparing your speech to him about lying, the village suddenly came to life with news about the young lord.
What came next was news that the Lord’s only child had been massacred by a witch who was hanged two days later, as well as three large bags of jewelry piled up next to your head when you had woken up the next morning.
"You're the best, I can't wait after wanna play in the field?"
"Sure, but this time I wanna be the princess!"
"Okay, but will I be?"
"You're obviously the hideous monster, you don't even need a costume for that one."
"You're so mean to me!"
"Hey, nobody told you to give me the nickname Angel."
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Your eyes slowly opened, sighing at the soft warm glow of a candle and the gentle scent of lavender that made your body melt into the soft cushion beneath you.
Wincing as you tried to turn to look at your surroundings, head throbbing painfully as you recalled the events that had led up to this, but the memory that had just played only distracted you from that goal. You had often thought about him, grateful for everything he had done for you.
He was your best friend, someone who was kind and enjoyable despite who he grew up around. Not only had he helped you discover your passion, had his gift afforded you a place to call home and a start to your business, but he had provided you company in your darkest times. He was simply a miracle whose life had ended too soon.
Once you had gained your bearings you sat up slowly, groaning as your body only continued to ache. You much have hit yourself hard when you fainted. It seemed like you were in a rather cozy-looking bedroom, wood tones and carvings making up the walls with minimal decorating. All the furniture looked handmade and well crafted, made out of solid oak and pine.
Whoever lived here was certainly the handyman.
On the bedside next to you was a dented metal cup filled with water which you quickly drank without thinking, your throat feeling as if it would rip apart if you tried to talk from how dry it was.
When you reached to wipe your mouth a twinge of light shone in the corner of your eye. Your head snapped in the direction from where it came from finding what looked like a small leather hunting bag with the tip of a knife sticking out.
Perfect.
You abandoned the warmth of the bed to grab the weapon, dumping out the remains of the bag, and only after deeming there wasn’t anything else useful in it did you turn to look at the door in the room. It was almost mocking you, daring you to leave the room and face whatever took you. You weren’t quite sure if you were brave enough to face that challenge.
But that question was never answered as instead the beast was sent to you. The door opened softly, revealing a rather large man carefully walking with a small tray of food in his hands trying not to spill its contents.
Your body tensed, holding the knife up threateningly although you failed miserably from how bad your hands were shaking. The man paused, quickly placing the tray of food onto a nearby table to be able to hold up his hands, trying to show you he was no threat.
“Woah woah, wait for a second, put the knife down, Y/N.” The man tried to reason, craning his neck to look into his eyes but you refused, instead of watching his hands in case he suddenly tried to grab you.
“Who the fuck are you? Where am I?” Voice straining from the stress you were under as your fight or flight senses seemed to kick in. You had never experienced such anger or confidence before this very moment. You felt like if necessary you were prepared to kill to save yourself.
“Y/N you know me, I promise I’m not trying to hurt you,” the man pleaded. “Look me in my eyes, tell me you don’t know who I am.”
And you listened, you didn’t know why you chose to finally look at his face, but what you had seen surprised you. You had expected some grungy, rather ugly beast-monster who lived alone in his secluded cabin, never seeing the light of day.
But instead, what you found was the complete opposite. He was tan, slight freckles adorning the sides of his cheeks that were hidden behind the loose strands of messy brown hair that fell onto his face. His pink lips were frowning, revealing creases in his skin and two sharp fangs peaked out of his mouth. Slowly you made your way up to his crooked nose, taking note of his clear skin with no blemishes. Finally, you landed on his eyes, just below two thick scrunched eyebrows creating a rather concerned face.
His eyes, the same ones that had hunted you down yesterday in the forest, hauntingly beautiful shade of grey, pupils large and focused, seemingly swallowing you whole. However, not only did you recognize those eyes in the form of a hairy beast, but you also recognized them from the dream you had minutes ago, eyes you never thought you would see again.
“Cassius?” Cassius Chloros, son of Lord Chloros, the boy who was brutally murdered by a wicked woman who sacrificed him to Satan.
“You fucking god it, Angel.”
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Authors Note: Uh, okay so about his name I’m a little insecure about it. Idk I wanted something god-like so ya.. I LIKE IT SO IDK DONT BE MEAN ABOUT HIS NAME Also thank you all for the love and support shown on my monster posts! I know they dont do too well in comparison to anime posts, but I still enjoy making them. Don’t be afraid to request any other monster posts you wanna see!! Comments and reblogs make my day, thank you!! <3 (´ ε ` )♡ Series: Part 1, Part 2
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scenario where shinsou and reader (fem) were having "fun" then they got caught by aizawa 🤭 [u dont have to write this lol!!] - v
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|♡| Red Handed |♡|
Shinso Hitoshi x F!Reader
Description: After a very tiresome meeting with Aizawa, your pro hero boyfriend decided you were the perfect candidate to let off some steam. Not only was he enjoying himself, but he was also getting some much needed revenge by fucking over his mentor’s desk. Too bad Aizawa decided to enter his office at the wrong time.
Rating: Smut
Disclaimer: Spanking, Light Choking, Exhibitionism, Degration + Praise, Dirty Talk, Vaginal Sex, Getting Caught Doin The Nasty, Angry Sex
Word Count: 1222
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“Fucking slut,” Shinso growled out, his thrusts slapping hard against your ass with every syllable. He was pissed, since becoming a pro hero Aizawa had managed to be up his ass about every mistake for the past month, and it seemed today was the last straw for your boyfriend.
This is what caused your current position, bent over his boss's desk, clothes haphazardly pulled down just enough so he had access to your aching cunt. You whimpered, pushing your ass to meet his leaking cockhead halfway, scratching at the dark oak desk from the ecstasy Shinso provoked.
"Toshi!" You cried when he hit a sensitive spot on your spongey walls, your pussy fluttering around him in a way that made his hips stutter before quickly working back into his rough pace.
Shinso's hands moved from his place on your back to trail up your sides, making sure to give your breasts a sharp squeeze, before placing two of his fingers on your pouty red lips. "Open," he commanded, a slight pant in his voice.
You whined once more but decided to obey since he already wasn't in the best of moods. You parted your lips, making sure to swipe your tongue along his fingers as two of his pale appendages into your mouth.
"Suck 'em, you know what I like," your boyfriend used his other hand to slap your ass, creating another red mark on top of the many finger-print-sized bruises you adorned. Quickly you got to work, swirling your tongue and moaning around his digits.
"Damn, had to shut you up with my fingers so we don't get caught," he laughed mockingly, although he himself was in no better shape than you. His usually flared-out purple hair was now starting to droop, sweat beading at his forehead as he stared at you with half-lidded eyes and the most adorable scrunch to his eyebrows as he focused on pushing himself as deep as possible in you. Fuck, why did he have to be so pretty?
You couldn't take it anymore, the way his dick stretched you out so deliciously, the way he moaned and grunted, the way he had a tight grip on your ass and tongue. "Toshi, Hitowshi bwaby, so gwood," you moaned, voice muffled by his fingers which were now stroking your tongue, thumb rubbing your cheek from the outside.
Shinso pulls out of your warm heat till only the tip was left, laughing at the way you cried out. You attempted to rub yourself on him, searching for any type of friction but Shinso was quick to push on your back, your breasts smashing against some very important documents Aizawa had.
"Look at you wiggle," he teased, watching at your cute little hole squeezed around nothing. "So fucking dirty, crying for my cock on my boss's desk," he paused to moan when you squeezed your cunt around his sensitive cockhead. His hand reached down to spread your lips, watching as he slammed his full length into you.
"Hitoshi!" You screamed, voice not coming clear since his hand abandoned your drooling mouth and moved to grip on your neck. He squeezed gently, providing a delicious pressure on your throat as he fucked you silly, thrusts so hard they caused ripples on your ass.
"Mmph, baby fuck! So fucking cute, do whatever I ask huh?" Shinso asked, spanking you once more. Your eyes closed as you let your tongue hand out of your mouth, completely drunk off the feeling your boyfriend provided you.
"Yeah, that's it, think you deserve a little reward," his hand reached down to rub your clit, messaging small circles in a way that had your toes curling. "Go ahead and cum baby, cum all over his desk.
There was just something so overwhelmingly hot about fucking on Aizawa's desk, the risk of being caught, the anger behind your boyfriend's movements, how Shinso mixed his degrading with sweet praises, so filthy to the point you couldn't keep quiet anymore despite your weak attempts. Shinso just felt too good, his long fingers lingering on your neck, your ass burning from his heavy hands, him toying with your clit, and of course, his large cock rubbing your sensitive walls in a way only he could. Within seconds the combination of these aspects had you creaming around Shinso's dick.
"C-Cumming! 'm cumming, Hitoshi please!" You begged, legs shaking from the intense feeling, surely you would have fallen if it wasn't for the desk beneath you. Your hands reached out to claw at whatever you could, knocking down some items in the process. "Toshi, please cum, wanna feel you so bad." Drool dribbles down your cheek you lean your head down onto the cool surface beneath you, withering in this intense feeling.
"Fuck, fuck! Why do you have to be so fucking tight—fuck hahh!" Shinso had let go of his grip on your neck and clit, leaving red marks from where his hands had previously been, and used both his hands to grab your waist, pulling you to meet his heavy thrusts.
By now your pussy was sopping wet, a thick creamy ring forming around the base of hm and dripping to his balls. Your pussy fluttered around him, squeezing him tightly almost making it hard to pull out. You always milked him so fucking good.
"Shit, why do you have to be like this? My perfect slut."
Shinso panted when he finally pumped one final time, reveling in the wet slapping sound that came from it before emptying his balls in your cavern. Even while he was cumming his thrusts never stopped, although now softer and more sparatic. In the end, you two were a mess, Shinso leaving over your body basking in the afterglow.
It felt so nice, feeling his cum slosh around inside you, his hands petting your head and allowing you to catch your breath. While Shinso could be rough he never failed to treat you like a princess after, you knew when you got home you would be showered in praises, kisses, and massages.
"You okay honey?" He rasped, humping you against the desk. Your cunt couldn't help but flutter around him despite being exhausted. You turned your head to meet his tired eyes, watching as his once angry face from earlier melted into a pretty smile.
"'m okay, but what about you baby? You feel better from earlier?" He chuckled at your response, always so attentive was his girlfriend. With a grin plastered on his lips, he placed gentle kisses on your back, his thurst finally halting as he pulled his head back to watch his cum leak out of you and back onto his cock.
"I'm fucking fantastic."
The intimate moment was halted by loud commotion coming from outside the office, angry stomps trailing down the hallway to the front of the door.
"They fucking did it again! I swear to god these kids will kill me, they destroyed so much fucking property! In fucking ruins!" The voice of Aizawa growled out, most likely screaming at his assistant before slamming his office door open.
Shinso was fast to react, quickly pulling out of your warm heat with a hiss before scrambling to pull his pants up and using his body to hide your naked body from the very angry pro hero.
"Oh my fucking god!" If Shinso thought Aizawa was annoying before, he was in for a real treat.
Authors Note: OKAY OKAY YOU CAN IMAGINE THE REST! I think Shinso would attempt to use his quirk to make Aizawa forget this whole fiasco but idk if he’s quick enough (⁄ ⁄>⁄ ▽ ⁄<⁄ ⁄) Also sorry this is shorter than usual! But I hope you enjoyed anyways <33 Please leave a comment, lemme know what you think! Don’t forget to check out my other works, and requests are currently open!! BYE BYE (ノ*°▽°*)
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bakugou, kirishima, midoriya x fem!reader
>> a/n: Here are some thoughts on how they would react to you dating again after breaking up because, why not. Haven’t written much in a while, life is getting hectic, but this just popped into my head and I had to share. Should I do another part with others?? Hope u enjoy!!
>> warnings: NSFW (minors do not interact), kitchen sex, slightly rough, a little dub con-ish, yandere themes, cursing, baby trapping, breeding, degradation, name calling
Bakugou:
At first, he would pretend to be indifferent, but honestly he’s seething
Pretty up front about his feelings on the matter
Someone tells him that they saw you out on a date while he’s on patrol and he gets so upset his supervisor sends him home in fear of anyone or anything getting into his crossfire
Does not allow you to go even two days before he approaches you about it, after stewing a little bit
He shows up at your apartment and bangs on the door, demanding that he just wants to talk
“Who the fuck is he? Tell me”
When you refuse he only gets more upset, cursing this invisible suitor
“I can’t fucking do this, Y/N”
Reminds you of how you’re his and only his, before caging you against the counter, making you look at him with his hand on your jaw, demanding
You can tell from the bags under his eyes he’s barely slept
but you’d never know from the strength of his arms manhandling you against his hard length, gripping your ass and lifting you into the counter
Fucks you so good with passionate, fiery eyes, hands desperate and roaming
“You’re mine, do you hear me? Forget about that extra”
Despite his possessive jealousy, he’s loving in his own way, hands grasped tightly on your hips as he barrels into you and tells you that he’d never let you slip away again
“I’m gonna fuck your tight little cunt until you can’t even remember his name, baby”
Kirishima:
As a general rule, Kirishima was considered an all around good guy
And sure he was, for the most part - except for when it came to keeping you
When he heard you had been on a date, he realized he could no longer play the long game to get you back
Instead of going to you, kiri goes to him first
Kiri tracks this person down like it’s his job
And towering, muscley pro-hero Kiri threatens this guys life, collar in hand, telling him to make up some excuse for not being able to continue dating you
Gets his boys to keep an eye on anyone you’re with so he can do the same to them as well
And when you call him up on a weekend night, sobbing and looking for a shoulder to cry on, Kiri is right there waiting to welcome you back with open arms
Brings you takeout and flowers after your call
He wipes your tears and cuddles you just right, reminding you that you really are such good friends
Little did you know he’s blocked all their numbers in your phone so they couldn’t call even if they wanted to
Wants to make you completely forget that anyone else exists and “Nobody knows your body like I do”
And fucks you just as sweetly on the living room couch, murmuring how good you two work together as he bullies his fat cock into you
He drags out the strokes, giving you time to contemplate how gentle and attentive he is
“Shhh I know, babygirl” he calls to you as you palm his strong shoulders and back that loom over you, desperate for release
Committed to making it the best sex you’ve ever had while he promises you that you’re the only person he’s ever loved and wanted
The only person he’s ever needed, and those guys didn’t feel that way did they? They didn’t even call back
After making you come for the second time, completely overstimulates you by eating you out as a final act of overindulgence on his part
Midoriya:
Kind, gentle midoriya is head over heels for you, even if you’ve been seen with another guy
Is he upset? Sure, and he tells you as much in the most heartbreaking way- “it’s so hard to see you with someone else, Y/N” but really he’s not that worried
Anytime it doesn’t work out with the guys you’re seeing, he waits for you to come scrambling back and into his arms
Because his strong arms around you and his thick cock fucking you just right can fix anything
Not to mention the hours he’d spend giving you head and making you finish on his tongue
But this time he’s got an even better idea - and he’s been salivating to put it into plan
When you come over the next time, crying for him to make you feel good, he makes sure to press your thighs against the bed and fill you to the brim
He just loves the idea of filling you up over and over again
He wants to be so deep that your insides shape to him, that when you walk out of this room you’ll still feel how good he made your body feel
You cry out at his control over your body, but he swallows your cries with kisses and mutters to himself how perfect you are, even if you are a filthy whore
Worships your body before, during, and after - the best foreplay and aftercare
Despite your wanderings, you’re his, and he was going to keep it like that, one way or another
“We’re gonna be together forever, baby” he says as he gives you another load, getting off on the idea of breeding you
Cups your face and looks into your eyes as he tells you how he’s going to pump you full and never let you leave him again
Finishes deep inside you and watches it drip out before pushing it back in with his fingers
THIS IS THE COOLEST THING EVER, THE DRAWINGS?? AMAZINGGG
18+ | 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐍𝐇𝐀 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐓 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐁 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐂𝐎𝐂𝐊 𝐎𝐍 𝐀 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄 | 💌
𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔 minors ! kindly do not interact please 𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔
𐂴 pairings: Female-Bodied Reader X Bakugo, Aizawa, Iida, Tokoyami, Deku, Mirio, All Might, Shoto, Kirishima, Tamaki
𐂴 contains: sundress szn, aged-up students, use of quirks, (semi)public unprotected sex, oral (f receiving), fingering, daddy + mommy kink, exhibitionism, degrading w punk ass Bakugo, lotsa pet names, use of puppy with Izuku, choking, orgasm control, Aizawa’s is heavy on mating press + kink, Iida’s overstimulation, pussy spanking, tentacles w tamaki <3, feral men alert 🚨
𐂴 10k~ words total | 10 drabbles | bonus: lazy illustrations
𐂴 crispy ass low quality ass photos smh
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💥 𝐁𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐆𝐎 ~ “OH, IT’S ON, PRINCESS.”
He’ll smile at his girl doing such a dirty, sexy thing in public, and you know what’s coming for you at home. In true Bakugo fashion, he’ll tease you right back, except do it better than you to prove that he’s the best. Karma’s a bitch, but Bakugo is the biggest bitchboy in town.
You try as hard as possible to keep the straightest face you could muster. Katsuki is looking at the cafe menu, sipping his coffee.
“So what do you want?” he grumbles, so he could order for the both of you. It’s go time. Your hand is already under the table, and finds your big thick target immediately, squeezing it firmly through his black pinstripe dress pants. Enemy spotted. His eyes lock on you, and the look in them lets you know that you just signed up for hours of poundtown and crying when you guys get home from your date. He can be so mean, too, stealing your orgasms from you until he decides it’s okay for you to cum. So really you’re signing up to be at his mercy…or lack thereof.
He snorts a little, the corners of his lips turning upwards ever so slightly.
“Really? Heh, that’s a good choice. I was going to go for the club sandwich. And you better not eat all my fries, you dirty little delinquent.” His cock starts to harden in your hand, and your fingers find his cockhead, tracing its prominent outline. You could swear you feel his pulsing veins beneath your fingertips. You keep your hand there, squeezing, then trailing to his balls…then pulling away when he twitches.
As if nothing happened, you reply,“Mm, no worries, I’ll also get the croissant and omelette, I promise to leave some of your fries for you,” you suck at keeping a straight face, as fiery eyes blink incredulously, furiously asking you why the fuck you stopped.
This time you feel his rough hand firmly grabbing your thigh, and yanking it over his big leg. His calloused palm trails right up the skirt of your yellow gingham sundress. What is he doing?
“’Katsu,” you whimper quietly to his sickly smug face. “We can’t do this here.” You both know you don’t believe the words you’re spewing.
Fluffy blonde hair swooshes left and right as he looks around dramatically to prove a point. “Says the fuck who?” his canines flash, a predator knowing there was nowhere for his prey to run. His sharp eyes, sharp teeth, sharp choker, black snakebites, the growl evident in his voice…this menacing boy has you backed into a corner. Heck, his big hand has your thigh trapped right now. He was right. What were you saying? Bakugo Katsuki never followed anyone’s rules, and never will.
You squeak when two hot, large digits rubbed you over your thin little panties. He leans in real close to you, resting a muscled forearm on top of your soft thigh. His hot breath fans against your neck and he whispers huskily in your ear, moaning a little in just the way that make your juices stir, your clit throb,
“Fuck….Y’always signing up for shit you can’t handle, Princess. Trying to put yourself in danger, like Daddy does. But you can’t pull it off, babe, wanna know why? You’re dealing with Dynamight, and don’t you forget it. Just ya wait until we get home. Trying to be a nasty little bitch in heat, you think that’s funny?” You thank the heavens that the table isn’t see through and not too many people are dining where they could see you both being absolutely filthy. You gulp. He pushes your panties aside, rubbing the ungodly amounts of slick you’ve already built up in circles around your clit.
“Little kitty cat gets so wet, huh? Is it cuz you know I could fuck you right on top of this table? I’m the number two hero, I don’t give a fuck. Does that scare you? Me showing everyone what happens to bad girls who can’t be patient and grab their boyfriend’s meat under the fucking table?” He’s babbling, and you can see his cock straining against his pants. If he was dressed in his grey sweatpants, guaranteed you’d see precum leaking through.
The thigh that wasn’t being held on top of his by his other hand, tries to shakily close around his hand but he doesn’t let up. You feel a familiar heat start to pool in your stomach and you silently plead with him to not make you cum in public, in broad daylight. You could tell he has no intentions of stopping. A big, thick finger dips in and changes your mind as it always does, making your brain get consumed with want for him, need to get filled up no matter what. It thrusts into you as his thumb keeps rubbing your clit expertly. You begin to grind stupidly into his hand, chasing your own high. His eyes, they look so hungry for you…
Just as you feel yourself getting close, he pulls away and puts your leg back down to normal as your pussy throbs and you clench around nothing. What the fuck? You glare at him, he sucks his fingers, and he licks the mug like a SLUT before sipping his coffee again.
“What’s’a matter, sweetheart?” His gruff voice feigns ignorance, and before you could reply, the server comes. x
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❤️🩹 𝐀𝐈𝐙𝐀𝐖𝐀 𝐒𝐇Ō𝐓𝐀 ~ “So You Have Chosen… Death.”
The UA High School teacher is so disciplined, such a gentleman who knows how to conduct himself maturely. Which is a total contrast to how he is behind closed doors in the bedroom. Oh, he’ll still be a gentleman, but don’t think he’ll hold back on you. He’ll teach you a thing or two about teasing him like a little brat.
You both sit in the private back part of a fancy restaurant for your anniversary dinner. Ever the classy, baked ziti at home, father of your two cats, charcuterie board mf, has taken you to a dark, sophisticated winery by the sea. His alumn who can talk to animals is caring for the fur children back at home. Now you’re sitting in what looks like a speakeasy as you overhear jazz from the main restaurant, the lights dim, and his ebony black hair falls beautifully over his cashmere sweater. An intense set of dark eyes have never looked so intense, and you can barely take it.
You hold the wine 45° and stir it a little, smelling its scent profile before taking a little sip. Berries. Spice. Old earth. Chestnut barrel. And a hint of flora.
“This one’s delicious,” you smile, and you like it because it tastes like love, it tastes how the look in his eyes feel.
“You’re delicious,” his eyes scan over your body in the sleek, velvety emerald dress you surprised him in, and you feel the heat from his smoky deep voice filling your ears and going down your esophagus with the warm wine, and making you flush. You decide to return the favor and be a little cheeky. Perhaps it’s the wine bringing out the boldness in you, or he’s trying to be a siren with his dark eyes and silken tone but you are sinking. And your foot has left its high heel and is floating.
A thin brow quirks as your pedicured foot rubs his firm thigh, then goes up, up, to the apex of his legs and fondles him through his slacks. You’re already hard. He smirks. —How could I not be?—
Teachers. They make for the best students. He’s studying you, the fall and rise of your chest, and can pick up that you’re turned on. And just like that, you both can’t wait for the dinner to be over so you could…
But you both wait. Lots of tension makes for the best of releases. You know from past experience. You continue to have eye sex, like how you did when you both would pine for each other. Years of having a crush on your tailor client, of him talking with you, of you starting to think of what his stubble must feel like on your tenderest spots, of if he likes getting his hair pulled, of will there ever be a ring on his finger one of these days? Him coming to the atelier to pick up his clothing, and looking at you in the same way he’s looking at you now, but you not being able to put a finger on it.
You would wake up from a restless sleep in your studio and wonder, why am I having dreams of my client? You’d look forward to his messages telling you how lovely of a job you’d do to fitting his clothing to accent his body…his body that you wanted all over yours. It felt like a whirlwind…a long, unblinking staring match as he lingered in picking up his clothing from you turned into him asking you out, to him bringing flowers to your work, and lots of eye contact as you realized his stubble tickles your inner thighs rough— in a delicious way, that pulling his hair makes him rumble against you and eat you even more ravenously, and that now you keep looking at your hand wondering what it would look like with a big rock on your finger.
Flash forward to after dinner, and you’re walking hand in hand, the taste of wine and butterscotch gelato in your mouths, and his hand guides you by your lower back into the lodge. Now you’re on the bed, and your feet are bound to the posts, and his hand pins your wrists above your head as he’s ramming into you, hips slapping your clit so perfectly and grinding into you. You already came twice on his face, and you feel another one coming soon.
“Sh-Shō,” you slur, the second his lips aren’t swallowing yours. Your tear-brimmed eyes, glazed with pleasure, meet his deep eyes that still look as hungry as ever, with that extra mysteriously serious look from earlier. It makes you shiver.
“Darling,” he purrs, “i hope you’re not saying you want me to slow down, when you showed me just how much you wanted me back there.” How is he not out of breath, when he’s pistoning straight into your sweet spot over and over? He muffles your whimpers and steals your breath away with more sloppy kisses, and your bordeaux-stained lips are wet with your drool combined with his saliva. You’re seeing stars, and screaming his name as you’re bound into this mating press. You feel so full on his fat cock as every ridge and vein drags so deliciously into every surface of your pussy; his hipbones smack into your ass so lewdly. Your eyes roll to the back of your head. He grabs your jaw firmly, thumb swiping your lower lip. “Ah, ah, ah, want my little wifey to look at me, or you won’t get my kids,” he’s babbling, but your ears perk up at the words wifey and kids and it drives your wine/cock-drunk mind wild as he drills into you.
“Yes, yes!” you scream, “I’m your wifey, Shōta, please say I’m yours, mmm, I belong t’you!!” You don’t break eye contact this time, pleading him to know you really really mean you belong to him. His thrusts get sloppier, and his baritone moans sound so hot as you feel like if he goes any harder, you’ll get fucked right through the bed.
“You’re mine, Y/N,” his hands clench around your wrists and throat, and he kisses all over your face, “All, fucking, mine—” He goes down to rub your clit feverishly so you could clench around him, and his thrusts are deep, threatening to hit your womb.
“Cum for me, my beautiful woman,” the sight of his black hair framing and sticking to his face as he stares into your soul, does it for you and you see white, which milks his cock of all he has to offer as he’s balls deep inside you.
You both ride out your orgasms for a minute, then come back to earth, panting. “Oh, by the way. Since you agreed you’re my wifey, I hope you know I’m being serious.”
Your heart stops as he finishes untying you and arranges the clothes you both threw to the floor. What?
“I’ve been wanting to make you Mrs Aizawa for quite some time now, and it kind of came out in the heat of the moment, but…” he grabbed the ring from his pants pocket, blushing like a schoolboy, “Miss Y/n, will you marry me?” His voice was soft, and the ring sparkled even in the dim bedroom.
Tears once again filled your eyes. “I was being serious, too, Shō. Of course I’ll marry you.” x
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🚀 𝐈𝐈𝐃𝐀 𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐘𝐀 ~ *TRIES TO PRETEND NOTHING IS HAPPENING TO HIM*
Key word: tries. That does not mean he succeeds. Iida will, however, make it your problem when you get back home, and you’ll know he does not take such matters of inappropriateness lightly.
(girl help my drawing’s proportions in this are more fcked than a Picasso painting, n e ways,,)
When you grab his cock in the cute outdoor restaurant in the downtown area, Tenya Iida is glad that 1. it’s night time, 2. you’re both sat in the back corner, and 3. the service was slow.
“Aw, Iida, are you all right?” you coo, and he curses you in his mind. Evil vixen! He will show you not to continue in such wrongdoing! Just…not here…You play footsie with him, feeling up his meaty calves as he shakily finishes taking a sip of his water.
“Yes, my love, I am perfectly all right, everything is just wonderful,” his voice is convincing, but the bright pink glow that shines over his entire face, is not. Not to mention his hand is shaking like a leaf and still clenched around his glass, as if it’s offering some sort of stability.
“You look like you’re going to break your water,” you giggle, and you catch a dangerous glint in his eye for a split second.
“Maybe I’ll break yours, have it spill all over the place,” he mutters.
“C-come again?” No, you heard him right. When he takes you shopping afterwards, best believe he makes sure you’re dripping all over him in the dressing room, his fingers stuffed inside your mouth as the Hero Ingenium slams in and out of you at the speed of light, making you almost cum in every place you two are alone together for the entire night. But your punishment is you don’t actually get to. Because you acted like a little villain. And when you sob into his jacket that you just want to go home now, he rushes you both home with his quirk, and you’re so glad he’s so much faster than driving in a car.
He’ll make you squirt all over his face and cum until you’re apologizing for teasing him in public like that, and he makes you promise to not be such a naughty little girl, because only good girls get stuffed with daddy’s cum. (You’ll break that promise since you love how he brings about his justice). x
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🔮 𝐓𝐎𝐊𝐎𝐘𝐀𝐌𝐈 𝐅𝐔𝐌𝐈𝐊𝐀𝐆𝐄 ~ “CAREFUL, LEST YOUR ACTIONS MANIFEST A REVELRY IN THE DARK”
What a dangerous game you play, and you couldn’t keep it at bay until Dark Flicks and Chills, could you? What are the things that go bump in the night? Oh, right. It’ll be his cock, bumping rather harshly into your cervix, because of your foolish lack of self control. But it’s ok. Because he a freak like that too.
It appears your mind dwells in the abyss quite frequently.
Your lovely boyfriend had taken you to the new Museum of Unexplained Wonders, an alluring museum that toured past cryptids, alien evidence in ancient cultures, chilling discoveries, unexplained mysteries, creatures of the deep, cursed items, and ancient secrets. And now here you are, in the spooky wax figure restaurant, eating horror-inspired food. You couldn’t be happier than now, and having such deep conversation with your beloved bird boy and hearing his handsome voice make such great theories is stirring something inside your creature of the deep.
“I really do have to say, I’m so curious about what will happen as they continue to investigate Skinwalker Ridge,” you muse, and Tokoyami’s ruby reds gaze into your eyes passionately as he nods.
“They’re doing such a good job at proving that there are aliens. I wonder if they’d let people with electromagnetic-type quirks into the grounds to help them,” his voice sounds so deep and comforting, you think to yourself, like someone playing the cello. You could listen to it forever.
“I-oh, Y/N, goodness what are you doing?” He whispers, expression indicating that he’s clearly blushing. The culprit: your hand squeezing his dick. Does he accidentally have a semi-hard-on already? Or is he enjoying all of this in the same way you are? Your hand leaves as you nonchalantly eat more of your food, and he swallows thickly, trying to resume eating too.
“My apologies. It seems like it teleported into my hand. Or maybe I’m just possessed by an ancient fertility god,” you winked up at him.
“Oh? Is that so? Are you sure it’s not a multiple possession, because I’ve been feeling the same way, hearing about what your beautiful mind comes up with.” You gasped as you felt something stronger than a cold draft of wind touch a specific place on your legs. Was that..? “Oh and Dark Shadow, feel free.” The two giant hands on your thighs spread you wider apart as Dark Shadow found solace in the shadows under the booth in the dim, colorfully-lit spooky restaurant. Fumikage’s hand trails to your thigh, and you are so glad that you wore a skirt today as it dips under the dark pleated fabric.
“I have to say, I love how much of a dirty thing you are,” the tip of his beak drags over the sensitive spot on your neck, trailing down to lick and nip at your shoulder and collarbone. You didn’t realize his fork is now in his left hand, and he continues eating as you tried to act normally in public. You feel the cool of his rings as it brushes against your skin, and it’s coming closer and closer to……
“No need to have this in the middle here,” he mutters under his breath, as he tears a hole in the fishnet tights above your pussy.
“Y-yeah, about you loving my…twisted nature, I can say the—same,” you try to stay normal as you felt a tongue from under the table push your panties aside and lick a broad stripe right up your throbbing core, making you whine the last word. Dark Shadow’s tongue began to push inside you, and your thighs shuddered around their head.
“My goddess of the violet twilight, you are lust incarnate. No need to conceal such lovely noises,” he smiles, sipping his drink and watching you come unraveled with his fingers pinching and swirling over your engorged clit, and Dark Shadow tongue fucking you under the table.
“I-I love those lyrics, b-but we’re in public! Nnn~!” You try to keep your whimpers quiet, but the last one is forced out when you feel the thick tongue touch your spongey, tender spot. Shadow’s tongue keeps thrusting in and out, hitting that spot with such fervor and Fumikage’s fingers on your bud feel so perfect, that your eyes roll back in pleasure and you buck into him and his quirk, nails digging into his smooth arm that would not budge from between your thighs.
“What happened to your love of being nervous, Y/n?” The way your name rolls off the tip of his tongue combined with all the other stimuli makes you come undone, and you lean your head into Tokoyami’s soft black t-shirt, seeking support in his firm muscles, tears pricking your vision as you look into his eyes the way he likes.
“Fuck,” he grunts at your fucked-out expression as you bite your lip hard enough to almost draw blood, and he cups your jaw in his spare hand, pecking kisses on your forehead (the best he could do with his falconesque beak), running fingers through your hair to comfort you as you ride your orgasm and cream all over Shadow’s tongue and his other hand.
When you return to the third dimension and catch your breath, it’s like you almost forgot you were in the restaurant. “Is my crazy black eyeliner running down my face?” You say meekly, squeezing his much larger hand.
“No, love, your soul windows are still perfectly decorated and in place,” he speaks tenderly, full of love. You pet Dark Shadow’s hair, and they coo and lick their beak clean, savoring your taste.
“Your goth metal reference is getting you head when we get home.”
“Not in the mummy exhibit?” He winks at you.
“Unless you want a curse following us home,” you laugh.
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🧤 𝐌𝐈𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐘𝐀 𝐈𝐙𝐔𝐊𝐔 ~ “BABE, W-WAIT!!!”
He’s so 🥺shy🫣 but then he’s trying to Texas smash in your pussy, and is so drunk in lust you almost have to say “down, boy” to get him to behave.
If Bakugo were to see you two lovebirds right now, he would scream, possibly cry, shit his pants, possibly throw up from how soft Izuku and you are being. And that’s okay. He’s laying on your lap and you’re feeding eachother strawberries and little bites of cake, and you couldn’t be happier than right now.
The soft breeze is rustling in the trees, and your boyfriend’s pine-colored mess of hair moves just like the leaves above. Butterflies keep flying around, and you tell yourself he and you should make little dandelion flower crowns for each other sometime.
You’re so full of love for life right now, and your lover is so beautiful in the sunlight, and his thrifted sweater vest that matches his hair looks so cute on him with his muscular arms, and you,, you’re ovulating so you wish it wasn’t just your heart that was full. But the problem is, you’re in a park in the city. Eh, no matter.
Midoriya rests on his elbows, shifting off of your lap but leaving little fluttery kisses on your legs and..you don’t think he realizes what he’s doing to you. So you naturally do the most logical thing to do, and grab his dick. “This is mine, by the way,” you giggle, as his bright green eyes widen and flash to yours.
He bites his lip and immediately looks flustered, the poor boy. He’s so bad at hiding his arousal. His cock is already tenting in his corduroy trousers! “I-I know, baby, but why did you have to remind me,” —his voice hushes to a whisper—“in the middle of a public picnic babe???” You grab him by his little strawberry charm necklace that you gave him, and you see his Adam’s apple bob up and down to try and swallow back a whine, to no avail. There’s a blush spread wide across his face, and with his green hair and freckles now he really looks like a strawberry, you just realized, and you can’t help but laugh.
He thinks you’re being mean and trying to humiliate him in public, and he pouts which makes him look all the more adorable. But he’s still so hard. “Because,” you get closer to him, addicted to how his pupils blow up full of so much love, “you’re so adorable and I can’t stop thinking about how much cuter you’d look stuffing me full of your cum, puppy boy.” You watch as his nostrils flare as you try out that name for the first time, and his breathing gets heavier. He is so turned on. You bet his boner is so painful. You grab it again, squeezing, and he whimpers and doesn’t shy away as you do, the two of you not caring if anyone sees. He’s so thick in your hand and his cock is just so massive in general for such a sweet boy that you know it’s just not fair for him since his boner is completely impossible to hide. But he loves you ao much that he doesn’t care, and his love for you is stronger than any embarrassment he could feel right now.
“You’re such a cutie, Mommy-fuck, sorry, I mean M-fuck—Y/N,” Izuku can barely think, since all his blood went down to his cock. Fair enough.
Your eyes narrow as you feel yourself getting wetter. “Mm, excuse me, what was that, sweet boy?”
“Y/N, ‘m so sorry, I-I’m getting so horny right now, and it’s your fault, I mean not in a bad way, you’re doing nothing wrong, but— and I don’t know if this is something you like to be called, which if it’s not, I’m sorry, but when you called me puppy boy I couldn’t help but get so—”
You cut him off with a kiss. He kisses back with a frustrated whimper. “All that talking, and you could be spending your time showing Mommy what that mouth can do,” you tease, but boy oh boy he’s taking that seriously. He looks at you hungrily and determined, like he’s on one of his missions to defeat a villain and it makes you throb with want. “Okay,” he says, completely seriously, but you’re too shocked to try and stop him.
He hovers over you and kisses you deeply, then kisses your face, ears, down your neck, licking and sucking and kissing your shoulders and collarbones, trailing down and kissing over your dress before he gets below your waist. Every kiss sets you on fire, and he’s so strong in pinning you down you can do nothing but just accept it. He looks around to make sure no one is around. Well, you guys got lucky. He lifts up your skirt, and the breeze carries the smell of your pheromones over to his nose and he bites his lip in anticipation.
“You don’t have to—”
“You smell so good, Mommy, wanna put my kids in you,” suddenly he uses his strength and pushes the back of your thighs up, moving your thong to the side, and attacks your pussy, switching between licking and sucking your clit, to dipping his tongue into your soaked center, and groaning at how good you taste. “Mm, ahhh you’re so —mmm- good,” he’s talking with his mouth full, and you’re digging your fingers into his hair and pulling harshly on it, which only eggs him on further. He dips two fingers in without warning and starts pumping them in and out of you, admiring the way they look and how your pussy grips them and makes wet, squelching noises. “‘Zuku, oh my god, holy shit,” you’re sobbing as his fingers alone Full you up so good, it feels too good, you need more…He begins attacking your clit with his mouth again and his eyes are more tearful from pleasure than yours.
“So good, Izu’, you’re doing so well, f-fuck, such a good boy,” at the praise, Izuku hums sweetly, the vibration on your clit making you buck into his face and hump it, making him moan and move his fingers faster so you can do it again. You try to close your thighs, but his other strong arm holds them in place so your pussy keeps facing the sky.
You keep gasping and moaning his name. You feel yourself getting close, so close. “M’s’close, baby, gonna cum all over your face, you’re eating me so good, are you that hungry?” You’re babbling under his mouth, and he loves it, not realizing he’s grinding into the blanketed ground beneath you to help ease his hardness that’s gotten painful.
“So hungry,” he lifts up for a few seconds to dutifully reply to you, fingers pounding and curling into the spot that makes you whimper, “want you to feed me your juices, then fill you up with pups, make you a mommy, so we can bring them on more picnics,”
He goes back down on you and the words make your head spin, and you buck up into him. He sucks your clit and nibbles on your pussy as he keeps hitting your g-spot faster and faster, and you shakily come undone underneath him.
“Babe, please, please let’s go home right now, can you fly us, please?” You ask, pleading because you need his cock and you’re sure he desperately wants to cum in you too. He’s set the already packed up basket aside and is already trying to fold up the blanket. You rush to help him but he smiles all lust-blown, juices still dripping down his face. “Already on it, gorgeous.” You hold all the things, he swoops you up, making sure the bottom of your skirt is tucked under his arm, and he flies over so he could pound into you for a few rough rounds. x
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💫 𝐌𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐎 𝐓𝐎𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐀 ~ “WOW, BABE, YOU’VE GOT MORE OF AN ELEMENT OF SURPRISE THAN ME!”
A normal bystander would think he’s just smiling at his girlfriend, but when you grab his dick in public, you know it’s actually a very dangerous smirk on his face! Consider yourself warned!
A warm breeze fills the air as you sit in the beachside tiki grill, some straw and wood shielding you from the hot sun. Mirio’s got a little tan starting, as well as some summertime freckles, and his glimmering eyes are admiring his girlfriend, you.
You cheekily reach under the table, and he thinks you’re in to play thumb wrestling. Which he lets you win, so you then go to your main mission, and reach for his muscular thigh. He quirks an eyebrow and his head to the side, looking exactly like a golden retriever puppy with his cute little grin. It makes you giggle and gives you butterflies in your stomach. Alas, you cannot reach his cock without leaning forward so much that it’s obvious. So you retreat, taking a sip of your frozen drink.
His hand copies what you did, and lazily rests on your thigh without his arm even needing to stretch a little. He squeezes your soft skin, and his cuteness just makes your ovaries fucking explode. You want this sweetheart to do terrible things to you, and you want it now!!!
“Baby,” he breaks you out of your trance, and he swears your smile is brighter than all the stars put together. “Did you want the little umbrella before I finish my drink? I even put on one of those little cherries you like so much.” You need him now.
“Is that even a question!!! Yay of course you’d think to give me one of the cherries I love you so much,” you grab it from him, and you both eat the little cherries. You don’t catch him gazing lovingly at how cute you look chewing the sugary cherry, and twirling the tiny umbrella between your fingers, and putting it down into your drink.
“You only love me for the little drink decor, nothing else!! It’s always like this, Y/N, I’m more than the little umbrellas….or am I,” he feigned accusatory sadness, and you played along.
“It’s true. That’s the only thing I’m here for. Just using you to build my collection of little umbrellas. I cover my entire house in them.”
He chewed the cinnamon pineapple of his piña colada, smirking mischievously. “You look like the type. You’re the worst. Not even a gold digger, a little trinket digger, what ever shall I do?”
“Yes….yes…ha ha ha yes!!!” you mocked an evil villain whose plans were coming to fruition, “you are hopeless and defeated, without you looking I have taken every last little trinket from your house, none of your friends or family are safe, Lemillion, I will defeat you 200 percent!”
“M-my tiny spoons….my liddol Russian dolls…all of them, you took all of them!“ he clutches his chest.
“It was me. You are reduced to nothing, a man with no little fun objects. For I have stripped you of all of your pride! No fun allowed!!!”
You both are dying of laughter at this point, and you clutch your stomach doubling over because he’s laughing so hard, and your laughter keeps building up. It’s not like what you’re saying is even remotely funny, and no one else would really laugh but you both just love how stupid it all is. This is how dates with him always are. You craft ridiculous, highly specific situations and keep building on top of the ridiculousness dramatically, and your laughter does the same.
“Just imagining all my little car decorations and stuff vanishing suddenly and wondering where they are, then I see you crouched in a corner in front of a pile of all my little things,” he’s trying so hard to stop laughing, and you’re taking sips of your drink to just calm down. He doesn’t realize, of course, that one of your feet has left your little sandals and is about to hijack between his thighs.
He begins to tip his glass upwards to get the rest of the stubborn slush in his drink, and you trail from feeling up his thunder thighs to his bulge. You think he’d be shocked but he just winks and finishes up his drink.
“Is that the next trinket you plan to steal from me?” He wiggles his eyebrows.
“Yes, but it’s not small enough to be a trinket,” you could swear his dick is twitching at your touch.
“B-but, it still has the personality a small one has!!”
You chuckle. “Mm, I suppose.”
The server comes. “Alright guys, are you feeling a little hungry for some shareable apps? Or just another round?” You keep your foot where it is, and tease him, feeling him get a little harder under you.
“Definitely another round, and I think the Hawaiian roll sliders could be good, right, babe?” You ask him.
He tugs at his shirt, flashing his beautiful abs. “Aw, are mine not good enough for you?” He’s good at acting normal. Damn it. He’s getting rock hard though, and you know his pink flushed cheeks aren’t just sun-kissed.
“Damn, you know what, you’re right,” you look to the server, “just give me a steak knife to cut into him so I can get my own Hawaiian bun sliders.”
The server laughs. “Perfect, one extra sharp white-hot steak knife, anything else?”
“Hmm. Calamari, taquitos, maybe actually those sliders forreal though, and some flatbread. That’s all, right, baby?” Togata asks you, and you nod.
“Great!” The server grins at the adorable couple, “I’ll be back with your drinks!” They give a thumbs-up, and you and Mirio do the same. He looks at you while he does so, and you see it in his eyes. It makes you squirm in your seat. He’s so going to fuck you in the bathroom after this. Better hope you’re good at not screaming as he hits all your good spots roughly and fills you up so nice. x
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🇺🇸 𝐘𝐀𝐆𝐈 𝐓𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐈 ~ “WE SHALL SETTLE THIS SOON, DARLING”
You’re playing a dangerous game, teasing the hero who is number-one in your heart, the seven-foot tall man who packs the entire US of A in his pants. But danger? You like danger. You can’t say he didn’t warn you.
“Toshi, slow down!!!” You mewl, but the man above you is unforgiving and unrelenting.
“Darling, don’t say I didn’t warn you on three separate occasions about teasing me so much at dinner,” he drawls through clenched teeth, as obscene squelching noises fill the air, and you hiccup under his weight, nails digging into his back.
You don’t see what the big deal is. He took you out to a lovely dinner where a grand piano was playing such an alluring song, and his hot kisses and “I love you”’s to your ear were not helping. You just wanted to remind him that you could take your cock at any time and how perfectly he was made for you. You didn’t expect him to grip your wrist with an iron grip (him holding back) and warn you in his deep, silky voice “try that again, little lady, and see what happens.”
What else could he expect? A little minx like you? You crumbled under the predatory flick in his aquamarine eyes and hummed. “Maybe I do want to see,” you mewl, as you only clench his thick cock harder. His cock that you cannot dream of fully holding completely in your smaller hand. You rub at its growing hardness with your thumb and feel yourself salivating at the sight and feel of how overwhelming his size is. It’s so intimidating, almost too much, impossible to fully fit in one thrust and needing at least 20 minutes of prep to sink his head in alone. “Baby girl,” he growls warningly, “keep going like this and I might actually break you when we get home, you’re making it very hard for your Daddy to contain himself, I don’t want to hurt you.” You bite your bottom lip at his words, and your other hand feels over just how big his hand is, that’s holding your wrist failing to stop you. “Maybe I want it to hurt,” you whisper, eyes big, and he has to keep himself from groaning. “Warning you for the last time, you won’t be able to walk tomorrow.”
He’s making sure of that right now. Your legs hurt from being spread so wide to make room for his broad frame, which completely swallows you whole over the bed, almost crushing you. It hurts your hips as he holds you apart and pounds into your pussy, which slobbers white rings of cream around the wide base of his cock, stretching you impossibly. You pant and see it moving through your belly, and he sees it too and leaves even more love marks on your neck, your whines and his growls creating a beautiful harmony.
You’re screaming utter nonsense, so many versions of what you say now, “oh god, oh my gosh, holy fuck, please please, Toshi, please don’t stop,” and he squeezes your face in his giant hand.
“Thought you were just telling me to slow down, sweetie, do you even know what you’re talking about?”
Clearly not. You’re so dumb on his cock, as he fucks your brains out, and he picks you up and flips you like a rag doll, and manhandles you so your hips are flush with his. He grips your cheeks and spreads you open, admiring how your juices drip down your thighs, then thrusts back in, stretching you all over again, making you moan loudly.
“You’re such a naughty little thing, I bet you wanted me to go hard on you, didn’t you?” An especially sharp thrust rocks you forward, and he uses a hand on your sternum to lift you up and hold you in place. “Look at Daddy when I’m talking and answer, little lady.”
“Mm-Yes-!! Yes! I w-wanted you to go so hard , so hard on me, yes, unghhh!” He’s rubbing your clit and molding you to his size, hitting your cervix over and over, as you see stars and scratch stripes into his meaty forearms. “Such a dirty girl,” he purrs, and his words send you over the edge, and you sob.
“D-T’shi!! G-gonna cum soon!!” His balls slap you rhythmically, and he keeps rubbing your clit with the thick pads of his fingers, nibbling on your neck. You’re still digging your nails into him to keep your wavering sense of balance.
“Do it baby, cum all over Daddy’s dick that you love so much,” and with that, you sob, “Yes, mmmph!!!!” And spasm around his huge cock. He closes his eyes and focuses on his breathing so he doesn’t spill into you at your walls constricting around him. He has to pull at least a few more out of you before he feels satisfied enough to spill inside you for the first of many times tonight. x
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🛡 𝐓𝐎𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐈 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐎 ~ *QUIET GASP*
Shoto looks so cute on your sushi date, so flustered when you pull your mean trick. You almost feel bad as his breathing is shaky, but don’t think he isn’t enjoying this. He is. And definitely wants you to continue.
“Whoops, dropped my napkin!” You’re already down before he could get it for you, giving him no time to react as the gentleman he is.
You pick up the napkin you dropped on purpose, and hear an audible gasp as you grab his dick , so glad he wore some soft pants today so you could move your hand around it for a few seconds, and cup his balls, squeezing gently.
When you get back up, he looks at you so desperately, so helplessly, and you giggle at his pouting face. “Baby, what’s wrong?” You rub salt in the wound, and he sighs, looking off to the side.
“N-nothing,” he breathes, but you could tell he’s getting hard, trying to put a little bit of wasabi on his nigiri and dip it into the kirashi sauce, but then he drops it in and shakily tries to pick it up and eat it.
You’re starting to feel so bad, poor boy can’t even function; he’s so cute. He doesn’t know what to do.
He huffs. And in polite traditional Japanese fashion, “Uhm, I’ll be right back. Please excuse my rudeness as I need to use the restroom.”
You see his hands dug into his pockets, desperately trying to hide his fat boner, as he walks coolly to the restroom. In his mind, he’s making a beeline. Why would you do that? He wonders, frustrated and chasing some kind of release. He bucks into his fist, wishing it was your mouth, or your pussy, or even just your hand. Were you trying to test his…self control? He’s so dull, he doesn’t realize you’re just trying to get him riled up, and he hears a buzz in his phone. It’s you.
Y/N❤️: Babe
Y/N❤️: Show me how hard you are
So that’s what it was.
You feel a buzz of your phone, within a couple minutes of you sending it,, and are shocked he could be so fast. Which means he’s doing what you’re thinking.
Immediately you turn your brightness down and your eyes widen, seeing slick coating his cock as he jerks it in his hand, and soon after, he spills into it. That’s how horny you made him. Now your thighs are rubbing together, and he’s making his way back to the table, giving you a small smile. x
𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔
🪨 𝐊𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐀 𝐄𝐈𝐉𝐈𝐑𝐎 ~ “HAHA, THAT’S CUTE BABY”
Kirishima finds it adorable that you just want to get a feel of his manliness, even in public! After all, he stores so much love for you in his heart AND down there! He grins and can’t wait to stuff you in the car!
You hear some slurps as Eijiro tries (and fails) to slurp some of his ramen without getting some juices dribbling down his chin. “Don’t look at me, Y/N,” he rushes to wipe his face, and you laugh at how cute he is, trying to look proper all of a sudden in front of you.
But the noises he made just remind you of him eating something else, and it’s kind of hot how he can get a bit messy. You chew on some pork, and sip some broth with corn and seaweed, humming at the yummy taste.
“Yer so beautiful, Y/N,” your Eiji smiles at you, and his red hair looks so fluffy, you want to pet it right now.
“No you,” you wink at him, and he blushes ‘cause you make him feel like he’s a boy in high school again with some stupid crush, the type of girl he can’t keep his hands off of, he wants to cherish you for as long as you’d allow him, and keep you warm and safe in his heart forever.
Others might take a look at the guy with his open shirt and big muscles, pretty smile, and think he could be a player, but Eijiro was actually so nervous to go up and talk to you for the first time. He had eyes for you, and it was extremely clear as you leaned forward over your bowl, and caught him blushing, looking down your shirt, then looking away quickly. You decide you want to give him shit for it.
“Eiji, what are you looking at?” You ask so sweetly, a little smile creeps over his face.
“N-nothing, I mean, you. I just can’t help it, you do things to me,” he makes you blush. You do something bold, and reach under the table and trace his long, buff thigh.
“What kind of things, sweetheart?” You know what kind of things.
“I-I, well, we can’t talk about this here, can we?” He’s such a gentleman, but he’s dodging the question.
You grab his bulge firmly, and you hear a strangled moan come out of him, before he clears his throat to hide it.
“I think we can,” you smile, and his sharp teeth flash at you. He uses his quirk to harden it a ton, then not harden it as much under your touch. Such a silly boy.
“O-oh my gosh Eijiro, so fucking, big-!!” You claw at his chest, and he’s helping you bounce up and down in the car. Planting hungry kisses all over your neck, bright red eyes staring at you rabidly, wanting to eat the cream out your pussy after he cums inside it.
“I know, sweetheart, don’t worry, the sting will go away in just a little bit,” he coos in your ear, holding you still and fucking up into you. Your moans mix in the air and you bury your face in his neck, taking in his cinnamon-cherry-leather scent.
“Such a gorgeous thing, and so sneaky grabbing what’s yours while we’re eating. Makes me feel so wanted, babe” he’s got a tight grip on your hips, his rock-hard length spearing you open and making your juices leak all over.
You look into his eyes, and he loves the lust that’s inside them. You kiss him hungrily and your tongues fight for dominance, and you rub circles on your clit making you moan. He wraps an arm around you and keeps fucking up into you, then moves your hand away so he could take over, and you whine into the kiss feeling him smile. He nibbles on your lip and you tug his hair, legs starting to shake from overstimulation.
“Go ahead, baby, cum for me,” he growls, and relishes in the feeling of your soaking wet walls clenching in a vice-like grip around his length.
He slaps your ass. “Do me a favor, and get in the back seat. I’m not even close to done with you yet.” x
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🐙 𝐓𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐈 𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐉𝐈𝐊𝐈 ~ “BUNNY, WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING?”
Your perfect boyfriend is so shy and shocked when you grab his cock, but also excited that his love wants him badly enough to do such a daring, scary thing. So he wishes to repay the favor.
Tamaki always feels so safe to be himself around you, and wants to make sure you always feel the exact same way. You boosted his confidence in so many ways, and he knows now just how much you love him and anything he does to you, spicy-wise, is something you love as long as it’s him. He even enjoys going out in public more, because you’re there! He was so excited to take you out to the place he and FatGum eat at most regularly, and here you are now eating takoyaki with each other in a little tight booth, knees brushing up against each other, sharing longing glances and relaxing conversation.
He looks so sweet as you eat together, that you just want to kiss him! But you can’t yet so instead you boop his nose, and he smiles coyly. “Bunny, why did you do that? Don’t be afraid to do it again, though.” You boop his nose again.
“Because you’re cute, you know that, right?”
He blushes. “Oh, me? Thank you. But not as cute as you are.” His sharp features look so good colored a bright pink that you want to see how he looks like red, right now. The booth is such close quarters that you’re able to pull this off, so you trace over his joggers and locate his cock, cupping it in your hand and giving it a gentle squeeze.
His expression makes you imagine that he’s got steam coming out of his ears. His pointy elf ears perk up in surprise as he raises his eyebrows and bites his lip. A little smile is still across his lips, because he loves you and trusts you, and you make him so flustered that his heart does little somersaults and he doesn’t know what to do.
“B-bunny! What do you think you’re doing?” He quietly asks and you feel just like the nickname he gave you, a little mischievous bunny rabbit.
“Just reaching for what I’d like to order next off the menu, why?” your eyes are twinkling up at him. He has an idea, a bold idea that you’ll definitely like.
“Oh yeah? You’re still really hungry, aren’t you?” You don’t know what’s possessed him to say something so teasing in public of all places, but you are here for it, and hope he does so more often.
“Yes, my love, ‘m so hungry for you, I could eat you up right here, right now.” Suddenly, you gasp loudly, as you feel something hot and wet, with suction cups trailing up your leg. His violet eyes look at yours knowingly, and you realize what he might be doing.
“ ’Majiki,” you breathe, and his tentacle slides up further and further under your dress. You whimper, and take a sip of tea to distract yourself from making more noise, but the look your boyfriend is giving you is not helping one bit. He looks hungry for you, too. The tentacle snakes over to your pussy, and moves your panties to the side. Is he….?
You’re biting your finger to keep the noise down, but you want to scream at how good he feels, rubbing his suction cups on your clit, then dipping into your wet center.
“Baby, is there something wrong? Don’t tell me you’ll let your food get cold,” his sweet voice is hiding the filth of his actions , and being caught by surprise is only magnifying your arousal.
“Hah~ I’m just fine, babe, just have a sudden, mmmhh—” his tentacle thrusts in nice and deep, looking for your sweet spot, and you buck into him as it gets thicker and stretches you out—“c-craving for more seafood, don’t worry ‘bout me!” You try to eat a bit more, and he decides not to mess *too* much with being inside you, and stays suctioning your clit lewdly, driving you wild. He decides, he loves playing with his food, to play with his dessert. The faces you’re making in the little booth as you try to keep your composure and keep eating are so cute, and his sensitive ears pick up on the little soft mewls you’re attempting to keep hushed and at bay.
He can tell you’re so wet, and feels how hot your fleshy walls are as they suck him in, and he wants to put his cock inside you. But he can’t yet. “Aww, bunny, well I have a special dessert for you, but it’s from another place, if you’re interested. You’ll just have to save lots of room.”
All you can really do is nod, because otherwise the whole restaurant would hear you moaning his name, which might humiliate you both—and he slams the cash down on the table, pulls away from you, and ushers you into the car.
At home, you’ll definitely get your dessert, all because your boyfriend loved how much you showed him you wanted him. x
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a/n well guys, I hope you enjoyed these lil drabbles that I crammed into one post! some of them may have been pretty rushed so I could keep it not wayyy too long but let me know in the reblogs / comments what you think ! thanks for reading and I hope you liked the drawings too. i may take commissions and drawing requests if you ask me 💕
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Agreed honestkly
[doing a school play]
Todoroki: [as the fairy god mother] Kind hearted Cinderella, I will grant you one wish tonight.
Bakugou: [forced to be Cinderella] Lovely. Burn the ballroom down to ashes!
Todoroki: That’s a crime. Try again with a kinder, purer wish.
guess who has to work twice the amount she usually does bc summer ending means a huge increase in labor needed to be done ◉‿◉ We love working, pray for my muscles :))
could u do cheerleader!reader asking eddie on a date/prom and eddie thinks its some sort of joke and mocks her or somethin
𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐞
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐛𝐢𝐭, 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭’𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐟 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠!
𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
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you and Eddie have been friends for quite a while now, even though you were a cheerleader and he was the freak, you never seem to think about it much. because frankly, you didn’t care, you liked being friends with eddie. 
maybe more than friends, you spent a lot of time with eddie and started developing feelings for him. prom was coming soon and you thought that it might be the best way to tell him how you truly feel about him.
eddie told you that he was going to play dnd with his friends at hellfire club, so after cheer practice you decided to wait for him, knowing that it would probably be ending soon. once the other kids started stepping out, you walked into the room to see eddie cleaning up
“hey” he said as he put his things away
“hey—how was it?” you asked, and he told you how the game went. even though you didn’t really care for dnd, or even knew anything about it, you still liked listening to him.
“anyway—how was practice?” he asked
“yeah yeah good—it was good, unimportant—anyway so um. well—so you know how prom is coming soon?” you nervously said
“yep” he sighed, “want me to ask jason if he’s gonna ask you or something? doubt he’ll even want to talk but i’ll give it a shot even though he hates me” he chuckled and you just furrowed your eyebrows
“oh—“ you said at the realization of what he meant, “no—i don’t want him to ask anyway…cause i wanted to ask someone else”
“really?” he raised an eyebrow, intrigued to know who it could be
“yeah…” you said, contemplating if you should say it or not. you hesitated to ask, you weren’t gonna in the first place. until dustin and mike kept pestering you, telling you they were gonna expose you if you don’t ask.
“well? who is it?” he asked
“eddie it’s you” you quickly said, “i know we’re good friends and—i just…i really like you. and i was wondering if you…want to go with me?” you said, looking him right in the eye
eddie’s expression quickly morphed into a disappointment, “wow” he said and your confidence went away, worried thoughts consuming you, “where are they?”
“where are…what? who?” you said in a low voice, the embarrassment already coming for you
“your friends” he said, “what—are they waiting outside? waiting for you to say you had me fooled or something? i knew it”
“wh…what?”
“i knew it. how could a cheerleader, a golden girl come hang out with a freak, yeah? you really did have me fooled for a while, thinking you weren’t like the others—that you really did want to be my friend. but let me guess, jason bribed you to come do this shit? well you can tell him i didn’t fall for his trick. he couldn’t get me this time.” he sternly said and turned away
“eddie—what? it’s—“
“just go” he said in a low voice
“wh—“
“just go!” he yelled
tears blurred your vision as you walked out, mike and dustin were nearby, since they had planned to come ask you how it went
“so? how’d it…” dustin trailed off as they both saw your tears
“what happened?” mike asked
“i asked him. hope you’re happy now. i shouldn’t have done this” you said as walked away from them, the two looked at each other and went to the room to see eddie still there, his expression sadder now
“so uh…” mike said, turning away from dustin
“we saw y/n come here…what was that all about?” dustin asked
“oh yeah—did you see her friends too? get this, she tries to be friends with me and then proceeds to ask me out to prom. i don’t know if she thinks i’m stupid or something, can’t believe i almost fell for it”
“fell for what?” mike asked, frustration clear in his tone
“that it was a trick—some prank she tried to pull with jason and his other annoying friends” he said and dustin just shook his head
“oh my god” mike sighed
“you idiot!” dustin yelled
“what?” eddie furrowed his eyebrows
“there was no trick! there wasn’t anybody even outside, other than me and mike who were waiting for her to come tell us what happened after she told us she was gonna ask you out to prom!”
“no” eddie shook his head
“and now when we saw her she was full on sobbing because of you, dumbass” mike said and eddie paused
“what the hell are you doing—go to her!” dustin yelled and pushed eddie outside, “swear i have to do everything” he muttered as he watched eddie run to his van
you were laying on your bed, sniffling as you listened to music, you looked at your window to see a rock being thrown at it, you turned off the song and opened the window, looking out to see eddie there
“hey” he said and you just glared at him, rolling your eyes and walking away, “i’m freezing! come on” he whisper yelled
you walked back to the window, “good” you said
“im gonna perish!” he whisper yelled again
“then perish, asshole.” you said and he just kept on pleading for you to come down, you finally gave in and let him in through the window
“hi” he smiled and you just kept glaring, “okay—here it goes—i know i was a piece of shit to you but—i mean come on! you’re a cheerleader and im the town freak…it sounded too good to be true. guess i just didn’t wanna get hurt—im sorry. will you…” he trailed off as he got down on one knee and pulled out a flower from god knows where, “go to prom with me?”
“you’re so corny it’s disgusting” you crossed your arms and he just kept awkwardly smiling at you, “get up” you said with a little giggle, he got up and kept reaching his hand you so you can take the flower, you sighed and took it, he smiled and wrapped his arms around your waist, you gently grabbed his face and shared a kiss
“did you take relationship advice from two 14 year olds?” he asked
“shut up! don’t act like they didn’t tell you to come do this” you two chuckled
a/n: the ending sucked i’m kms 😁😁
BRO OMG BUT LIKE THIS IS SO GOOD? AND HIS DAD? OMG I LOVE THAT MAN PLEASE LET ME DRINK TEA WITH YOU WHILE WE CHAT ABOUT A COMFORTING BOOK WITH KATSUKI AND HIS MOM SCREAMING THEIR HEADS OFF ARGUING IN THE BACKGROUND
Tag List: @katscki / @libidinous-weeb
imagine telling bakugou that you wished you had his mom because she’s just so nice to you and treats you like what would be like her very own kid (except she doesn’t 😭 she treats you better ☝️‼️)
and he just gives you that stink face, knowing that you just don’t know, and replies with “uh.. no. that’d make us siblings tf 🤨”
I just need ushijima to tell me I’m pretty 😔
THIS WAS SO GOOD AND CUTE OMG
Going Dancing w Bf!Bakugo
Sooooo even tho I said I wasn't going to be on here because I'm on vacation I can't get bf!bkg off the brain so I'm sharing with the class. Plus chpt 2 of my Into You is gonna be pretty angsty so I'm making up for it w some happy fluff.
cw: unedited lmao, smut, fluff, fem!reader but no pronouns used, slight bimbo!reader, reader is drunk, slight somnophilia (w consent), mastubation (m.receiving), oral (m.receiving), cock riding, bakugo is soft but he's also kinda mean bc ofc he is lol
all characters aged up +22
this blog is 18+ so MDNI
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Getting ready to go out, him sitting in your room, on his phone, occasionally huffing about how long you're taking. He'd been ready forty-five minutes ago, adorning a black button up and jeans. He's not particularly comfortable, but he sure does like the way your eyes lingered on his body when he'd shown up at your place. You tried to hide the dirty thoughts from your expression, but he could see your imagination running, the slight blush in your cheeks as you'd turned around and headed straight back into your room.
When he knows you're not paying attention he loves to watch you get ready, so he doesn't really care how long you take, as long as he gets to look at you. The way you swipe blush along your cheeks, that stupid face you make when you put on mascara that he absolutely adores. When your face gets so serious as you adjust your hair until it's perfect.
The dress you're wearing looks so good on you, he just wants to run his hands over the swell of your hips, or pull you to him so he can kiss you on the forehead (because you'll yell at him if he smears your lipstick). He knows you get all pretty and dressed up for yourself and your girl friends, but he can't help the thoughts running through his head.
He doesn't even really care to go out, but he loves watching you have fun with your girls. The party for him really starts when you get back to your place and you're drunk and horny for him. He loves how compliant you are for him, so eager to please. He'll tease you a little when you're like that, he can't help himself.
When you walk into your place, he's behind you guiding you with his hands on your hips. You don't even care where he's taking you, you just trust him so completely.
He loves when you're drunk because you let him take care of you, he likes to remind you to take off your makeup (you didn't do it one night and were so mad the next morning because of the makeup all over the pillow cases). You even let him undress you after you've gone through your nightly routine.
Sometimes you want to undress him too, your fingers eagerly undoing his jeans. His favorite thing, though, is when you go to unbutton his shirt, the way your brows pull together and your lips screw to the side of your face while you concentrate, even as you swear you're "not that drunk".
He makes sure you pound a couple glasses of water. When he thinks you're ready to pass out he gets comfortable, only to smirk when you shoot those puppy dog eyes at him, silently asking for him.
You love kissing Katsuki, and this is especially true when you're drunk. You can't get over the addicting feel of his mouth on yours, the way his fingers tangle in your hair or ghost over the curves of your body. He loves how responsive you are when you're drunk, a bit more selfish than you are normally.
Sometimes, you'll make out for a while and want to go to bed, and he'll have to pump his own cock while you're snuggled up beside him, but you're insatiable most of the time, sucking him off or bouncing on his cock, moaning sweetly at the pleasurable stretch of him inside you.
He likes to tease you afterward, when you're so exhausted after your orgasm that you can barely hold yourself up over him. He tells you how you're so drunk for his cock, how you love his dick so fucking much. But he'll take care of everything for you, taking you in his arms to the bathroom, showering with you to make sure you're clean of his cum. Those sweet little "love you, Kacchan,"s absolutely feed his ego, because he knows no one can handle you like he can, no one will ever satisfy you like him.
He'll lay you down in bed after helping you get back in a new set of pj's, before wrapping you up in his arms because you love sleeping curled right up against him.
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