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Hi glitch!!! I love your writing and hope you’re doing well! I had a quick question, I remember you writing about how Koda gets sick often, has there ever been a time where they thought he wasn’t gonna make it through? (Also Please take care of yourself and ignore this if you don’t want to respond, it’s ok!) love you!!! - pigeon🐦

NGL, first thing I said when i saw the bird was "I GOT A NEW ANON AND IT'S A PIGEON!!!!" Hi Pigeon!! This is such a beautifully heartwrenching prompt because as a kid who was in the PICU, I can't imagine how scary it must be for parents. I deeply relate to Koda, and if anyone has noticed, he is almost ALWAYS sleeping. Like he's always sleeping in prompts and it isn't because he's lazy.

Koda

Warning: Sickness, mention of blood, death scare, sick infant.

Your eyes opened before you felt ready for them to be opened. You knew your alarm was about to ring anyways so you did not even try to go back to bed. You let out a soft groan as you shifted in bed, about to grab your phone to check the time.

You felt the warm large arms of your husband snake up behind you and pull you closer to him. He kissed the side of your head. "I'll wake up the kids." He whispered down to you, his voice low with sleep but he was awake enough to sense you shuffling. You nodded your head with a grateful hum, allowing him to get up and out of bed.

You had spent majority of the night, waking up and checking on your youngest. Koda was barely just two years old now and he had a nasty cough. You were not sure where it came from or how it had gotten so bad but he had just gotten a fever last night and you were worried for him. You knew Izuku had work in the morning so you stayed by your son's side almost the entire night. He seemed stable for a moment so you decided to get at least an hour of solid sleep but the baby monitor was on just encase.

You lay there in bed drifting in and out but you couldn't sleep. Something just keeping you out of that restful state you so desired. You sighed, sitting up in bed, dragging your hands down your face. You looked at your phone at the side of your bed. It was time for his medication.

You shuffled out of bed, putting on your husband's hoodie and shuffling out of your bedroom. You heard the sounds of your son's making their way out of their rooms or already downstairs.

You saw Toshinori exiting his room. "Morning Mom." He greeted.

You gave him a gentle smile that didn't reach your eyes. "Morning Toshi. Please make sure your brother's eat their dinner." You told him.

Toshinori glanced at the door with Koda's name on it, his eyebrows furrowing more but he nodded, showing you he understood. "Of course." He could see the bags under your eyes and knew that you needed to be tapped out. He left to go downstairs where his father was getting breakfast started no doubt.

You entered Koda's room. You walked over to your little toddler's bed. His curtains still drawn with a painted tree near his bed. You crouched onto the mat. You put a hand to your little boy's tummy.

Luckily he was still covered by his blanket but his wheeze was still there, worse though. He had short gasping breaths, almost as if he couldn't bring enough into his chest. His hair was a darker green being wet with sweat during the night. Your eyebrows furrowed. You shook his body gently, not wanting to scare him. "Koda. Koda, baby, wake up." You spoke softly to him. You rubbed his chest gently over his pyjama he was in.

However, Koda didn't wake up.

"Koda, my baby." You tapped his arm. He didn't stir nor did he move. "Koda. Koda?" You shook him a bit more, but he didn't stir. You felt anxiety trickle into your body as you looked down at your son. You moved to sit him up but it was almost as if he was dead-weight, not even bothered by you moving him. "Koda! Koda wake up!" You moved him into your arms, putting his head on your shoulder as you grabbed his blanket. He coughed, making you turn his head to look at him.

He coughed more in sleep, deep wet coughs that had you whincing as his little chubby face twisted to one of pain. You pat his back gently, making sure to sit him up in your arms.

"It's okay, baby, it's okay."

His skin was hot, almost as if he was a furnace burning from the inside. You pat his back, trying to allow him to cough out whatever phlegm was stuck in his throat. Suddenly you heard him cough and on the blanket you wrapped him in, you saw red.

You stilled at the sight of blood, coming from your son. You quickly moved to grab a cloth. You quickly wiped his mouth, trying to get the blood off of him. "Koda?" You moved to quickly grab a wipe and wipe his face, a small sheen of sweat on his forehead. He still didn't rouse despite the coughs.

Then suddenly you didn't hear the wheeze of his breathing.

You moved his face to look up at you. "Koda. Baby, wake up." You moved your fingers to his neck and then you realised he wasn't breathing. "KODA!" You shouted. You quickly moved down onto your knees as you put your hands. Your heart was racing. Your youngest boy, you're little one, your last one, he wasn't breathing and you didn't know what to do. "IZUKU!" You screamed your husband's name as you quickly wiped your fingers before sticking them inside Koda's mouth trying to make sure his airway was free.

You quickly gave him a mouth-to-mouth, giving a rescue breath. You gave him another one. Finally you heard him choke. You quickly got off of him as he turned to his side and coughed out more blood.

You heard heavy footsteps run up the stairs before in the entranceway you saw your husband. He opened his mouth to ask what the matter was but his pupils shrunk at the sight of his two year old coughing out blood.

You turned to him with a terrified look on your face. "GET THE CAR!" You quickly picked up your little boy, moving him into your arms and grabbing a new blanket for him. "It's okay, baby. It's okay. Mommy's here."

You whispered as you tapped his back, reassuringly. You quickly ran out of his room, trying to get to the stairs.

"Toshinori! Call aunty Mina, tell her to take you boys to school!" You heard your husband shout as he grabbed his keys.

Toshinori stood up from the dinner table, wondering what was going on. You raced down the stairs, making sure to hold onto Koda as best as you could. Then you finally heard crying from him. Pained cries from your little baby as woke up. "Mamma." The tired agony tone of his little voice made tears appear in your eyes.

"It's okay, baby. It's okay. Momma's here. It'll be okay." You quickly moved to grab your jacket. "Toshinori, we're taking your brother to the hospital!" You shouted as you raced outside where Izuku had reversed the car.

You quickly hopped into the back seat of the car, slamming it shut as your husband quickly hit the gas and the both of you were speeding through your estate. You held Koda tightly as you looked down at him, holding him safely. "Shhh, it's okay. It's okay." You spoke sweetly. By his little twisted face, you could tell he was in agony.

Izuku glanced back at the both of you but tried focusing on the road. He knew he couldn't just fly you both to the Hospital because Koda was too young for that. "What happened?" He asked, a lot more calmer than you. You could see the worry in his eyes and on his brows, but you knew he was in hero mode, a safer mindspace to be in than dad mode. Because you knew as a father, Izuku must be terrified.

"I don't know." You said rushed. "He wouldn't wake up and then he just stopped breathing and coughing up blood." You reported back to your husband who was practically speeding down the highway. You held Koda as you made sure he was breathing still. "Izuku, he's so small. What if... what if-"

"He's going to be fine." Your husband affirmed with a frown on his face as he focused forward on the road, his hands tight around the wheel in a white knuckled grip. He moved to grab his phone as he dialed a number.

"ProHero Deku, Good mor-"

"Prepare the emergency unit, my son, 2, he's coming in."

Immediately you heard shuffling. "Can you give me symptoms?" The nurse at the desk spoke as she typed away at her computer.

Izuku's green eyes glanced back at your son in the rear-view mirror. "Wet cough, coughing up blood, fever, cold sweats and shiver."

"How long has he had the cough?"

"Two weeks, but blood only started about five minutes ago."

It was silent for a moment before she let out a hum. "We'll be waiting for you, Deku. God speed."

Izuku put down the call as he focused back on the road, glad that it was still early in the morning before the morning traffic got too intense.

The hospital felt like an eternity away but you both finally made it. Izuku stopped the car allowing you to run inside the emergency. You quickly ran into the emergency, your son gasping for air.

Standing not even five meters away were nurses in paediatric scrubs and a doctor in a white coat. "Over here Mrs Midoriya."

You quickly ran over to them and hand ed them your little boy. Just then, your husband ran in as the team seemed to carry him away on a bed much too big for his small body. You wished you could follow him but you knew you couldn't. Not now anyways.

Izuku put his arm around you, being the only thing that was holding you up.

It took ages, hours were you were left sitting there, waiting for any news. You prayed that your boy was alive, that his heart was still beating on this earth.

Your husband had left for a few hours, making sure the boys were okay, grabbing some clothes and a bag for your son, putting in family leave for the day, before coming back to be at your side. It took another hour before you finally heard news.

"Mr and Mrs Midoriya." You both stood up as the doctor came back to you. Izuku had an arm around you, keeping you up on your feet. He had been uncharacteristically silent the entire time. The doctor gave you a gentle smile. "He's stable." You let out a held in breath at that, feeling tears fall from your eyes as you covered your face.

Izuku pulled you into his side, allowing you to hold onto him. "What was it?"

"Pneumonia." He answered truthfully. "However, after multiple tests, considering how many times Koda has been to the hospital since his birth, we decided to check for anything that might have been the cause for such an extreme case so young. It seems as though your son has an Autoimmune disorder."

You and your husband were speechless at that news. You looked up to Izuku who's eyebrows furrowed. "And... how much would this effect him?" He asked.

The doctor's mouth went into a straight line as he sighed. "Most likely, his entire life. What might be just a light cough or small cold for us could become life and death for him."

You closed your eyes as you buried your face into your husband side. For some reason you felt horrible. He was so young. He didn't deserve this. Why couldn't you have given him a healthy body?

Izuku moved his hand up and down your back as he played the stronger one for the both of you. "Is there no active cure or something to enhance his immune system?"

The doctor shook his head. "No. Other than the prescriptions, medications, vitamins and appointments prescribed to him, there isn't much you can do. He's alright now but for the benefit of his safety, we'd like to run tests on him and keep him in the PICU until further notice."

Izuku nodded his head, trying to wrap his head around this. "Do what you have to to keep our son alive. But this came from..."

"It is just something some people develop, and considering neither you or your wife carry it on any X chromosome, it seems as though it is just something part of him."

"May we see him?"

The doctor hesitated but sighed. He nodded his head. "You may, however you won't be able to touch him. The room is kept sterile and away from any sorts of possible allergens or infections to keep him safe. Just to be safe while he's so critical, you can only see him behind a glass."

Izuku nodded, trying to bite back the fighting spirit that told him to fight to have his son back in his arms. "Give us a moment, please." The doctor nodded before leaving. Izuku turned to look down at you. You were trying to bite back sobs as you cried into his chest. He moved to pull you into a proper hug. He wasn't entirely sure what to say. There was nothing to say.

But at least he was alive.

You sniffed as you stepped back but stayed holding his arm. You nodded your head, wiping your face, telling him that you were ready to go.

The both of you followed the doctor to the paediatric wing. Despite the cute characters painted on the wall and the colourful scrubs, you both could barely think about it.

You were both led to a window that looked into an isolated room. In the bed closest to the glass, lying weakly in bed was your Koda. His green hair and eyes closed as he lay pale and drained in bed. You covered your mouth as you tried to fight yourself not to cry again, but you couldn't help it.

"My baby..." You whispered as you stepped closer to the glass, a hand there, trying to reach him through it. You could barely stand to see it. Such a little body with tubes and machines keeping him alive and healthy. Your little boy didn't deserve this.

You closed your eyes as you turned away. Izuku stood behind you, a standing presence with you. His green eyes were soft as he looked at his son. Such a small thing that was fighting for his life.

You both knew that life would have to change a bit for the both of you, but if it meant that your son would be alive...

you'd pay any amount, climb any mountain, and pry the answers from someone's cold dead hands to do so.

-Glitch1d

what happens when the big bad wolf sets his sights on little red riding hood instead? ⁀ ❣︎

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cw: p in v, unprotected sex (pls wrap before you tap), wolf hybrid! toji, reader is nicknamed as 'red', mentions of stalking, slight coercion, panty sniffing, cunnilingus, pussy spanking, edging, dirty talk, multiple orgasms, squirting, knotting

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"come out, come out wherever you are."

a sinful, gravelly voice echoes through the darkness of the forest, the low timbre of the sound triggering your fight or flight. gingerly, your hands clutch the crimson satin of your cape around your body more as if it was a cloak that could shield you from the looming shadows and away from the man that was hunting you.

with your back against a tree, you try your best to keep still despite the wild thrumming of your heart, the organ pumping not only blood but adrenaline through your veins. your wicker basket hangs loosely beside you, freshly baked bread and pastries go to waste, especially when the predator hunting you had a penchant for meat instead.

"i can smell y'er fear, red," the voice chuckles once again, trying to coax you out of your hiding place so that he can sink his claws into you and never let you go. "and it is such a sweet smell."

every breeze past your ears tricks your mind into thinking it's the tickle of his breath which makes you all the more hyperaware of your surroundings. your hand clamps over your lips, eyes squeezing shut as you try to steady your nerves.

your grandma's words echo through your mind. to never wander around the dark woods once the sun sets. to always go straight home.

but you were always a curious one. always a rule breaker. one for rebellion and mischief. it was a trait you prided yourself on at times, but in this case, it was your achilles heel. you should have gone straight home back to the safety of your cottage instead of tempting fate.

because fate came with an acute sense of smell and a set of sharp teeth that wanted nothing more than to ravish you from head to toe.

the woods go eerily quiet, with no more taunting words or the lingering feeling of danger and dread, the moon hanging high in the sky, illuminating from the forest canopy to the dirt below.

ballet flat adorned feet tip-toe quietly away from the tree as you take in your surroundings, eyes and ears looking and hearing for anything that resembled the predator that called this place home. but when you don't, you pick up the pace, wanting to get out as quickly as possible.

dodging brambles and bushes, withering trees with spindly branches and twigs, you cut through the woods, knowing it like the back of your hand as you make your way home.

but as fate would have it, you weren't getting away that easily.

a misstep on a slippery algae-covered rock sends your body flying, a yelp echoing through the forest like a beacon for its inhabitants. a pang of dread hits your body as you brace yourself for impact onto the ground below, limbs rigid.

but it never came.

instead, fate had caught you in a set of burly arms and taut muscles, cradling you to his body as a whiff of musk and that sickening smell of iron cuts through the fresh air of the forest.

"found you, red," the man coos wolfishly, victoriously. your breath hitches in your throat, body immobilised with not only dread but also with an undercurrent of excitement.

you had heard of the big bad wolf that lived within the woods, a hybrid that prowled the misty grounds. and you longed to see him. especially when you heard the rumours that flitted around town that he was devilishly handsome.

but before you could even turn around to look at the hybrid that had captured you, the front of your body is immediately pinned against the trunk of the nearest tree.

"ye think i haven't seen ya, huh? prancing around in my woods with y'er little skirt that barely covers y'er ass?" his voice brushes your ear as he pins your wrists against the small of your back, a singular large hand clasping the two together.

"i- i don't know what you're talking about!" you squeak out, body squirming against the tree trunk, trying to break free from his iron grip.

"don't act dumb with me, red," he groans when his other hand flips your frilly skirt up, exposing your lower half to his beady eyes. "not when i can smell just how aroused y'er are."

once again, you try to look over your shoulder to see who had captured you, wanting to confirm the rumours you've heard. but before you could, a sharp spank lands on your perky cheek which drags out a mix between a gasp and a moan from your lips, eyes fluttering and body jerking at the sudden sensation. his hand immediately soothes the spot, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear, his fangs nipping on the sensitive skin there.

"i have one rule, red," he instructs, the velvety, dulcet tones of his voice making you want to submit, no questions asked. "y'er not allowed to look over y'er shoulder.

"ya even dare try, and i'll tear y'er pretty little heart out, yeah?"

immediately, your head bobs up and down, not wanting him to number one, kill you. number two, lose out on probably the most passionate tryst of your life ever.

"can i at least know y-your name?" you ask him sweetly.

"ya wanna know what t'scream when i fuck y'er brains out, huh?" the man chuckles as you feel a strong kick to the inside of your foot which sends your legs parting even more, back arching sinfully. your head bobbles in agreement once more, a squeaky 'yes' tumbling from your lips as you feel the man sink to his knees behind you.

"it's toji," toji groans out as he buries his nose into your panties, palms spreading your asscheeks as that sweet, musky, heady scent of your arousal enters his nose, making his head spin. "and y'er better remember that because this pussy's gonna be toji's pussy when i'm done with'er."

toji inhales your scent once more, the feeling of his face buried into the damp gusset of your panties making you rock your hips against his face, pushing back against him to get more friction.

"t-toji," you stutter out as he continues to sniff till his heart's content, each humid exhale sending butterfly kisses against your clothed clit. "stop sniffing me. d-do something!"

"don't rush me, girl," he scoffs as he bullies his nose into your twitching hole, the tip of it collecting more of your oozing slick into the light pink cotton, watching it grow dark. "let me play with my food."

his tongue lolls out, and he runs it along the sweetened gusset, the tip of his pink muscle starting at your twitching clit before it ends at your asshole.

it's nasty; the man lewdly making out with your panties as if he was purposely edging himself before getting to the good part. the sticky feeling at the apex between your thighs grows, slick mixed with saliva dripping down your skin like honey to the wolf as he continues to suck your juices through the already ruined cotton.

a sweet whimper leaves your lips as you try to take the reins, wanting toji to get on with it as you start to grind your hips onto his face. your clit messily bumps against the sharp of his nose, your wetness smearing all over his face. the man lets you think that you've won, that you're now in charge which brings a dazed smile to your lips as your hands brace against the trunk of the tree even more.

but before you can reach your climax, he immediately pulls away, leaving your body twitching and squirming for more.

"wha–"

a sharp spank cuts your word off, a zing of pain and pleasure shooting up your spine and all the way to your extremities which drags out a wanton moan from your lips. your pussy throbs dully from the smack before toji's fingers massage your folds through the soaked fabric.

"stupid girl thinks she can rush me, huh?" the man grouses as he peels off your panties from your body, strings of syrupy arousal following the garment. he lands another spank on your bare sex now, your body trying to run from the amplified feeling as you arch towards the tree.

a harsh tut leaves toji's lips and you immediately push your ass back towards him, your body knowing exactly what that sound meant.

"at least y'er obedient," toji snickers darkly as he lands another spank onto your cunt, his dark green orbs watching your juices splatter everywhere.

his thumbs spread your folds, every nerve in your body lighting up when you feel his gaze narrow onto your twitching hole. despite you being unable to see him, you know that he's wolfishly watching that gummy cavern clench around nothing.

"i just know y'er going to be the tightest thing," he grins to himself as he lands another spank on your cunt. "i can't wait to see ya struggle to take me, red."

"p-please, can i turn around to look at you?" you plead, your voice betraying just how desperate you are at wanting to turn to look at him. "please, please! i'll do anything–"

"oh, anything, she says. that's a dangerous word, girl."

"and i m-mean it," you quip back as you feel his thick digits idly toying with your pussy still. "i wanna see you sink into my p-pussy."

your bold words bring out a boisterous laugh from the hybrid, the sound gravelly and rough but not condescending in the slightest. it was almost as if he was impressed by your fearless statement.

"y'er got guts, red," toji chortles humorously as his thumb swirls tight circles onto your clit, sending waves of sensitivity up your spine. "but let's see if y'er have the bite to back the bark.

"i wanna see ya last five spanks without cummin'. think ya can handle that? then i'll flip ya 'round."

"y-yeah, easy," you chuckle breathily as toji smears your slick everywhere. but before you could even brace yourself for the first one, his large hand lands straight on your clit, your juices adding to the smarting shocks that make your knees feel like jelly.

"f-fuck!" you whine out as he lands another in quick succession. he doesn't plan on letting you breathe at all, wanting you to feel all the pain and pleasure at once, pushing your body to its limits. "toji!"

"yeah, that's my name," his voice is cocky and deep, sensual, as he watches your pussy leak juices like a faulty faucet, dripping all the way to the dirt below. "look at 'er drip. and all from a few spanks."

toji immediately follows up his words with another hard slap, and you swear you almost cum just from the sheer feeling of it. lewd moans and whimpers fall from your lips, adding to the soundtrack of the squelching coming from the apex of your thighs. your right leg bounces and twitches involuntarily, the pleasure making your toes curl as juices leak down your legs as he lands another aimed spank to your clit.

one more is all you tell yourself. one more and then you get to finally see the man who's turning your body into a puddle of desire and lust. but to make matters worse, toji's hand starts to massage your throbbing labia, wanting to prolong your sensitivity. a strangled whine escapes your slackened maw as your hand darts out to try and stop him behind you.

"n-no fair," you garble mindlessly as you try to swat his hand away. "j-just s-spank me and get it over and done with."

"bossy brat," he scoffs as he swirls his fingers around your clit tightly which makes your body buck wildly like a rodeo. "should make y'er cum and lose for that."

but he relents to your wishes despite his words and he lands one more slap onto your juicy cunt. your knees buckle in relief when you realise that you've gotten through the spanking without cumming, your body on edge from all the stimulation.

"hah-" you chuckle weakly as you gingerly pick yourself up, thighs trembling like a leaf as your pussy throbs around nothing. "i did it–"

suddenly, your words are cut off, body feeling weightless as the world around you whirls before your eyes immediately connect with a pair of piercing dark green ones that stare right back at you. your arms fly around his neck as you steady yourself, your plush thighs gripped tightly by his calloused hands as he pins your back to the tree.

"oh, ya really are a pretty one," toji chuckles as he guides your legs around his muscular waist as he languidly grinds his throbbing erection against your sloppy cunt. "a pretty face to match a pretty pussy."

your eyes grow crossed when you feel just how girthy he is, your body twitching in his hold as your tongue lolls out, already overstimulated from all the edging.

"p-please, toji, p-put it in," you beg mindlessly, body rendered limp. "i wanna-a be fucked by you–"

"then watch me, girl," he commands, your gaze immediately flickering down to his hips. a surprised choke squeaks out from your lips when your gaze zones in to just how ruined his sweats are. the grey is darkened along the outline of his erection, and it's almost as if toji had nutted from just spanking your pussy alone.

"did you-"

"hah, red, ya think i'm that whipped for y'er sopping cunt?" the man chortles condescendingly. "you'll know when i've finished because ya won't be able to stop dripping with it."

you watch dreamily as he fishes his throbbing length out, his dick glistening with pre-cum, cockhead angry and red and absolutely leaking just like you. his balls are heavily hung, large and made for breeding, the entire package ready to pump you full to the brim.

he guides his length and taps your clit with it, relishing that tacky sound especially when paired with your dulcet cries before he slips himself into your awaiting canal.

"toji!" you squeal, the sudden feeling of being filled making you squeeze your eyes shut as your body seizes around him tightly.

"f-fuck, red," the man groans straight into your ear, his tone salacious and obscene. "y'er might just change me to a one-pump chump with this pussy. s' warm and s' fucking tight."

gingerly, your eyes flicker open as they fall to where your bodies meet, expecting to see him all the way in already. but when you see that you still have a couple of inches to go, your gummy walls clench around toji's length greedily.

"girl, give me a fuckin' sec," the hybrid growls as his head drops to the crook of your neck, fangs sinking into your flesh there to distract himself from how your cunt is so talented at milking him. "y'er trying t'a kill me or what?"

and with one swift motion, he bottoms out in you, the feeling dragging out a simultaneous moan from the two of you. your fingers move up to his ebony-coloured hair before they find purchase at his twitching wolf ears that sit at the top of his head, your digits deftly tugging on them to get him to move.

"m-move, toji," you croon as your hips start to grind down, taking matters into your own hands once more. the thick veins on his cock catch against the nooks and crannies within your cunt as his hips snap and snap and snap against yours with a vicious rhythm.

it's wet and tacky everywhere, your juices looking like dewdrops on his happy trail as he drills into you like a man crazed. his emerald green eyes zone in on your lewd expression, eyes glazed and teary, skin dewy with sweat, tongue lolled out. all for him. cute.

"could live in this f-fuckin' thing," toji growls as he continues to fuck every thought out of your mind, your cunt moulding to the shape of his cock as his slit tyrannises your g-spot relentlessly. "s-so wet and messy for good ol' toji."

his hefty balls continuously slap against the globes of your ass as he maneuvers his dick to dig and prod at your insides, stretching you out in ways you thought impossible. your legs are loose around his waist, leaving toji to carry your entire weight as he bounces you on his cock like a doll, your gummy walls fluttering around him as your slick coats his dick in its girthy entirety.

"t-thought ya wanted t'watch, red," toji grits out as he feels your pussy suck him in even deeper, a tell-tale sign to the hybrid of your impending orgasm, his head tilted to the side wolfishly as he watches your eyes roll to the back of your head. "seems like i'm f-fucking you too good."

your mind doesn't register his words as you continue to babble how close you are, a tight swelling in your lower abdomen that you've never felt before which bursts with a particularly sharp thrust from the man.

copious amounts of squirt gush out from your pulsing pussy as you whine out a dramatic cry of his name, your juices flying everywhere with the velocity of a water gun. it goes all over his abs and thighs, drenching his grey sweats with your slick as you twitch in his embrace like a live wire.

"s-shit, giiirl," toji moans gruffly in return, the onset of your climax only triggers his one as he spills into you, ropes and ropes of thick and globby cum coating your insides in hot spurts. "f-fuck, fuck, fuck- take it- fucking take it-"

his hips somehow pick up their pace, an animalistic instinct taking over his body as he drills his length into you even more, a desire to breed you motivating his messy movements.

"toji! toji- wait- i feel another-!"

your orgasm rolls straight into another one as aftershocks of pleasure wrack your entire body from head to your curling toes, your fingers painfully pulling on the fuzzy ears that sit atop his head as you ride out your second climax. his fingers dig into the plush of your hips, moving you up and down on his length as he prolongs your climax for you.

the inside of your thighs are sticky against his pelvis, the both of your bodies slotted together like two pieces of a jigsaw puzzle, snug and moulded to each other. the entire world falls away, leaving the two of you to catch your breath as you bask in the afterglow, bodies panting against each other, the high of your midnight tryst making you feel like you're levitating.

until something you feel a sudden swelling in your lower half.

"toji! what the fuck?!" immediately, your mind sobers as if you've been doused with a bucket of cold water as you try to scramble away from the hybrid, hands pushing against his hard chest.

"stop squirmin', red," he growls as his hands clamp down on your waist, essentially immobilising you physically while his dark green eyes pin you down with a predatory glare. "and let me knot."

"k-knot?!" you squeak out as you try to pry yourself off of him. your hips feel like they've been superglued to his ones, the feeling of still being stuffed full making you clench and pulse around him while you writhe your body.

"i gotta give y'er my pups somehow, right?"

could u do prison toji relationship headcannons 🙏🙏

prison bf series here !

content: mentions of incarceration + violence

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shows up to your legally monitored video calls boasting about each and every new tattoo he gets. “a needle and a ballpoint pen can actually do a ton” he tells you, lifting his faded wife-beater up to show you his state identification number scrawled on one of his ribs.

he has 6 tally marks on the back of his neck, just under his hairline, the most recent one showed up after a brawl with another inmate in the visitor’s area. you don’t want to know what the marks are for, though the fact that you haven’t seen the inmate since may or may not give you an idea.

hates the news station in the common room, tells you it’s all bullshit and prefers to get his info from you. you spend hours every visit catching him up to speed on politics, celebrity gossip, new movies. gives him something to mull over in his cell at night.

develops a habit of picking at his knuckles unknowingly, the busted skin never seems to heal. he never tells you how or why his knuckles split in the first place, but it doesn’t take a scientist to figure out that he’s been fighting.

his standards for food go down the drainnnnnn. prison toji will eat just about anything. he likes to plays chef during visits sometimes, taking sips from a styrofoam cup full of coffee creamer and ice chips. “a mcflurry,” or so he calls it. you don’t have the heart to tell him he’s nasty.

addicted to your scent when he sees you. will bury his face into the curve of your neck and just stand there, motionless, letting your shoulder support his weight while his hands stay firmly placed on the small of your back.

makes everyone in the cell block his bitch to absolutely no one’s surprise. need new ink? toji’s got a guy for that. doesn’t feel like doing his laundry? toji’s got a guy for that. short on commissary money? time to make his bunkmates fork over a little dough.

he’s possessive during visits, violent towards other men when he’s with you. he’ll push, shove, and threaten any inmate to get the message across that they will stay away from you. he’s not asking. he spent 2 months in solitary over beating his cell-mate senseless for touching a picture of you taped to the wall of his bunk. toji is not one to mess around.

has been on a little arts and crafts streak for quite some time now, you think it’s all the free time he has. he’s whittled you little animals out of wood, made bracelets using loose threads from his bed sheets. even took up watercolor painting in the rec room once. deep down you know it’s because the option to buy you gifts just isn’t there anymore. you always tell him how much you love them, you can tell how good it makes him feel when you do.

Me Quiero Enamorar.

pair : bakugou x afab!reader

warning(s) : just soft, soft baku soft baku, loving sex, a lil angsty, hospital sex?, semi-public sex, mentions of injuries, biting, unprotected sex, hair pulling, this is more fluff than smut 😭

bakugou wants many things. he wants to be #1. he wants to be the best. he wants to do, be and have many things. but one of the things he wants the most, is you. bakugou loves you dearly. although he's not very upfront with how deep his love is for you, his love is everlasting and sincere. he's had many girlfriends before, but you're different. you can actually put up with his ego and intolerant attitude with a laugh, not wasting a second to insult him back.

no, you're so much more different than that. you're genuine, you're not fake and "all smiles," like some of these chumps claim to be. you wear your emotions on your sleeve, and never hesitate to say it how it is. he used to be annoyed by how emotional and bratty you are, but now, boy, does he really admire you for it. it's not something he can easily do, he'd rather die than cry in front of an audience, but you do it so easily it's like second nature.

you're different, because you love him. you love him for who he is. you don't try to conform or change him, nor do you ever get scared of his random tantrums and odd behaviors. you actually hear him out during one of his long rants, even if you disagree. what he loves most is that you're upfront when you don't like something, but you're not necessarily pushy with it either. you simply inform him why you disagree with something he's said. god, does that "nerdy" aspect of your personality lead to many deep conversations late in the night.

you're different, because he loves you so much, sometimes he's afraid to loose you. it's a worry that has him thinking late at night. his fingers are mindlessly twirling your soft locks in his hair, eyes staring at nothing at in particular. what if one day you'd leave him because of his own flaws? he'd never admit those thoughts, but somehow you find out either way. you'd take his cheeks into your palms, gently holding him like he's fine china, like he's the one who would cry any minute.

"don't be so silly. if i can handle these bastards, then i can certainly handle you."

oh, how earlier you were a feet away from death's door. such a big statement from a small fragile girl from you. he should've known he'd have to take your words with a grain of salt, as of now, you're laying in a hospital bed with bandages covering 60% of your body.

he mindlessly kisses the back of your hands, gently holding your hands in his own. he's also injured, but that doesn't matter, you're what matters to him. all he wants to hear right now is that you'll be okay, and that you're going to walk out of this hospital with him eventually. even though you are reassuring him with the little strength you have, the ghostly grip your hands can muster has him maybe not taking you seriously.

"'katsu'.." you rasped, bandaged hand coming up to the swell of his cheek. the low eyes he's fronting has you knowing what he's thinking. he's quiet, almost having not said a word in a record-time of 10 minutes. his face is relaxed, almost showing no emotion at all. you take this opportunity to focus on the small details of his face. it's almost unfair, a boy like him shouldn't have such perfect skin.

like a cat, he leans into your hand, seeking the warmth of your body. the soft illumination of the moon is the only light you have. he snuck out to your room, after all the nurses didn't allow him to do so much as sit up. his calloused hand comes up to your wrist, mouth placing gentle kisses on the tips of your fingers, palm and wrist. he's trailing soft pecks up and down your bandages before you wrap your fingers around his shirt's collar, softly guiding him up closer to you and your bed.

he silently abided, eyes full of confusion before he knowingly leans in for a kiss on the lips. the kiss is slow paced, almost still, like two slow dancers. he pulls a few inches away from you, eyes almost closed as he basks in your close presence before you're pulling him back in again, deepening the kiss. it's not long before finally climbs onto the bed in defeat. arms caged around your head, one of his arms is propped on it's elbow for support while his other free hand softly holds your jaw.

he wants to be like this with you forever. he just wants to play with your stupid hair, with you healthily laying stupidly content in a stupid bed. but he can't have that. all he gets right now is him playing with your stupid damaged hair, with you stupidly being injured, in a stupid damn hospital bed.

when you try to slip your tongue between his lips, it has him shaking his head in disagreement. no. you're too injured and fragile right now. he pulls away to diffuse the sexual tension, eyes watching with guilt as you whine like a child for his attention and touch.

but how could he? how could he muster to touch you intimately when he literally felt the warmth get sucked right out of your then limp and battered body less than 24 hours ago? of course he wants to. he would never resist you, but right now, just isn't the right time.

he's about to pull away from you entirely and call it a night when he stops in his tracks after you cry out his name, pain and sadness evident in your voice. "katsuki, i want you, please."

god, he wants you too.

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he slowly sinks his cock into you, taking his sweet time, wanting to feel you forever and ever. his nose is snug with your neck, inhaling your sweet, almost toxic scent. you mewl out his name, asking for him to go deeper. he abides to your request, hips rocking into yours, his cock's tip kissing your cervix.

you claw at his back, leaving angry red marks on his back bones and shoulders. his shirt has been thrown off somewhere, leaving his bare torso naked. your hands explore his skin, you've done it many times before, but you still cannot but help to run your hands along the harsh defined lines of his toned muscles.

he leaves soft kisses on your neck, tongue licking and sucking on your sensitive vein. his hands remain on your waist, occasionally squeezing when you clench around him so nicely it has him holding back a groan. he wonders how the nurses haven't found out already. or maybe they already know, which is why no nurse has came in to check in on you.

who knows, who cares. one of his hands come up to your breast, massaging the mound and pinching your sensitive bud. you arch your back in response, pushing yourself impossibly closer to him. his hands lightly push you back against the bed. "relax, i'll take care of you." he whispers, laying a chaste kiss onto your jawline.

he leans up for a minute to hook one of his arms underneath one of your knees, bending it upwards for a better position. the new position has you gasping out, hands clawing at bakugou's poor shoulders and biceps. he pays no mind to the scratches on his already injured body, if they are from you, then it's okay. he wouldn't mind if one of your scratches turned into a long lasting scar.

his focus is distracted when you clench impossibly tighter around him. he throws his nose back into your neck, trying to hide his low moans and expressions. you wrap your arms around his neck, embracing him as your orgasm comes closer with every rock of his hips.

"katsu'.." you cry out, hand coming up to pull on the roots of his hair, earning a low grunt. he hums in response, already knowing to bring his hand down to your clit, rubbing tight circles onto your puffy bud. within a few seconds, your hands dig small crescents into his back, eyes clenched shut in ecstasy as your orgasm washes over you.

he comes to a full stop as your walls clench down on him almost painfully, biting down onto your shoulder as his own orgasm takes over him, grunting as he spills into you.

the two of you bask in each other's presence following your orgasms. he's careful not to put his full body weight on top of you as he lays his head against your chest, eyes lulling closed as he listens to the faint melody that is your heart.

as you play with his hair, his arm comes up to rest over your stomach. your heart hums him to sleep. he loves you, he loves this. he just wants you, and he wants something like this, forever and ever.

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boyfriend bakugou that sleepily grinds his cock on you as he presses his face into your neck. his aching red tip needingly grinding against your clothed pussy as his hands knead your boobs softly. his small whimpers sound so desperate and needy in your ear, as he trys so so hard to relieve his swollen cock. :(

katsuki is always so careful when he fucks you.

it’s more about the fear of himself than is about you being fragile. he knows you’re strong, but it’s just, he becomes so… unhinged when it comes to you.

it’s the way you milk him, he thinks. it’s the way your creamy walls suck him in—aching to be filled by him— before he even has the chance to fully submerge his tip. he swears he gets high off your pussy.

it’s why he has to be careful.

he’s not fully conscious. he gets easily lost in that blissful yet oh-so desperate state… dangerously so. he doesn’t want to hurt his precious baby. so he’s careful. he tries his very best to control himself. for katsuki is a strong man and he knows how easily his baby bruises.

but you’re never one to make things easy on him, are you? he admires that about you most of the time, but you just don’t realize how dangerous you can be, do you?

you’re simply ignorant to it. yes, that’s it! you have to be. it’s the only explanation.

why else would you be taking katsuki’s hand in your own as he’s fucking you (carefully, of course). you’re desperately grasping to take control of his arm as he now has to shift his weight to keep his pace and position. he curiously obliges you. how could he not, especially when you’re this fucked out already.

you drag his hand up along your body until his hand is at the base of your throat. it’s when he feels your hands squeeze around his and a satisfied moan escapes your lips that he truly grasps what you’re doing. you want to be choked.

the realization has a guttural moan leaving his lips as he feels his balls tighten at your debaunched behavior. he picks up the pace, sloppily thrusting into your greedy cunt as the hand choking you grips you like no other.

he can’t control it. he’s squeezing so hard you’re sure there will be bruises to have to explain later. but you don’t care. you’re seeing stars right now. you both are.

warbly moans leave the both of you in harmonious bliss. katsuki swears you’ll be the death of him as he struggles to breathe by the sheer magnitude of his climax. but what does such a trivial matter like breathing mean to him? to either of you?

you’re both far too gone in the highly intoxicating drug that is love.

TITLE: do you still think about me?

PAIRING: Bakugou Katsuki x Reader

SUMMARY: Okay, so you had the biggest, most embarrassing crush on Bakugou when you were both in high school. He was kind of your first love, if you believe in those kinds of things. But you got over it. It's fine.

You see Bakugou sometimes at hangouts, at get-togethers. He's in your orbit, or you're in his, because of your mutual friends. You're all adults now, so it's fine. It's a little weird, but fine.

You're supposed to be on vacation, at a place that's hours away from Musutafu. You're not sure what you've done to deserve it, but Bakugou's here too. And instead of both of you pretending the other doesn't exist, as usual, he's talking to you. He's everywhere. It's fine.

(It's not fine.)

TAGS: pro hero Bakugou Katsuki, aged-up characters, friends to lovers (being generous with that friends label lol), fluff, pining, eventual smut

The ryokan’s lobby is bustling, voices a soft buzz echoing through the space. Some guests are like you, waiting for check-in, and other guests are partaking in the complimentary drinks and snack bar. It all calls to mind vacations you went on with your family, growing up. 

Sighing, you sink into an armchair, letting the fatigue from a long trip on a train and subsequent car ride sink in, shed off. 

“Here,” Rie says, setting a cup of tea and a cookie on the table in front of you. She sits in the chair across from you. “You’re grumpy because you haven’t had any sugar today. Eat these. There’s more up front, at the snack bar.” 

“Thanks mom,” you say, and she leans forward to flick you on the forehead. You wince. 

“Just because we’re friends doesn’t mean you can get away with your sass. Especially while we’re on vacation,” she tells you, then lifts her own cup of tea to her lips. You scrunch your face up at her. 

Her eyes flick past you, and she blinks rapidly. You recognize that expression—up to no good. 

“Oh hey,” she says, affecting a casual tone. “Look who just walked in.” 

Rie waits for you to look, but you’re not so easily led around. You narrow your eyes at her. She raises a brow at you. A moment passes. 

Your curiosity’s too strong. You turn and regret it. 

It’s Bakugou. Bakugou Katsuki. What the hell is he doing here?

You immediately swing back around, scowling deeply. You can feel your ears getting warm. 

She gives you a Cheshire grin, finger gunning you. “It’s your first love.”

“Rie, I will leave.” 

She scoffs. “Yeah, right. And miss out on the massages we booked? The onsen? I don’t think so.”

“You don’t know what I’m capable of,” you say darkly. 

She snickers, tilts her head at you. “You don’t want to say hi?” 

“Not really, no,” you say. “And if you call him over, I’ll kill you. Hanta will be sad, but he’ll get over it.” 

Rie laughs. “I don’t know about that. He is dating me, after all.”

“I’ve known him longer. He’ll forgive me.” 

The two of you switch over your attention to an approaching receptionist. 

“Thank you so much for waiting,” he says. “Your room is ready now. Please follow our staff. We’ll take care of your bags.”

You let them take your luggage, too distracted by staying out of Bakugou’s line of sight to pay attention to the small talk the receptionist’s making. Thankfully Rie’s chatting cheerfully with him, leaving you to your task. 

As you enter a hallway leading off the lobby area, you catch a last glimpse of Bakugou. He’s speaking to a staff member at the front desk area, presumably checking in. He’s alone. You wonder if anyone will be joining him, or if he’s here by himself. 

Shaking your head, you push away those thoughts. It’s none of your business. This ryokan’s rather large, and it’s popular with tourists and locals alike. You doubt you’ll see him again during your stay. 

You stare doubtfully at the email Sero forwarded you, then look up at him, your eyebrows furrowed. 

“Hanta, this is a luxury onsen ryokan. And you want me to go with Rie? Why aren’t you going?”

Sero claps his hands together in front of his face. “Please? The agency denied my time off request because we’re so busy. You gotta know how busy we are, even holed up in your office.” 

You frown at him. “The agency denied you? That’s crazy. You haven’t taken time off the whole year.” 

“I know, right? Anyway, Rie doesn’t want to go alone, and the reservation at this place is only valid for so long. Cancelling’s not an option.” 

You frown. “If they denied you, they’ll probably deny me too, Hanta.” 

“Noooo, it doesn’t hurt to put in the request! Plus, you haven’t gone on vacation in years. Treat yourself! This can be my months-in-advance birthday gift to you.”

You try one last time. “Are you sure Rie even wants to go with me? I know you want this to be a surprise, but maybe you should ask her if there’s anyone else she’d want to go on a trip with.”

Sero gives you a look, as if you’d just said something unbelievably stupid. “I’m not even going to respond to that.” 

You snort, smiling. “Alright, alright. Thanks, Hanta. I’ll take all the pictures of Rie and send them to you if the agency does grant me the time off.”

Sero slings an arm around your shoulders. “Thanks, bud.” 

“I miss Hanta,” Rie says, collapsing on her back onto the bed. 

You push both of your bags to the side, to be unpacked later. The entire far wall of your room’s lounge area is glass, with a door leading out to the outdoor area and open-air bath, and you give in to your urge to step outside onto the wood, deck-like floor. 

The bath rises from the floor to your right, rectangular, spacious. The staff member told the both of you it’s fed from the onsen, and the steam it’s giving off dissipates into the cool spring air. The bath and deck are built to overlook a large pond with koi swimming in it, giving the impression that where the deck ends the water begins. The far side of the pond is lined with trees and shrubbery. Wooden partitions on either side of this area enclose the space, giving it a sense of privacy. 

It’s absolutely gorgeous. And it’s so quiet here. Aside from the ambient water sounds from the onsen on the property, birdsong from the nearby forested area, there’s little to interrupt this emerging feeling of serenity. 

“You saw him literally before we left,” you say. “Rie, come out here and look at this view. I call dibs on using the bath first.” 

“You could be more sympathetic. We haven’t been able to see each other much this month,” she grumbles, but she comes out to join you anyway. 

“Okay, you can use the bath first,” you tell her. 

She grins at you, bumping her shoulder against yours. “Thanks, friend.”

“The things I do.” You don’t really mind. You have the entire long weekend to enjoy this place. The peace and quiet are already doing wonders for the tension in your shoulders.

A twinge of guilt passes you in a wave. After the staff member who’d escorted you to your room had given you both a short tour of the space, it really hit you how expensive this all was. 

“Rie, you really should’ve come here with Hanta,” you tell her, frowning. “He should’ve pushed for the time off or adjusted the reservation. This is way too nice of an experience to pass up.”

Rie snorts. 

“Don’t stress,” she says. “You think he didn’t try all that? It was either keep the reservation with someone else or lose out on a lot of money. I wanted you to come, so don’t overthink, silly.”

You lean your arm against hers. “Thanks, Rie. I’ll get you and Hanta something nice for your birthdays.”

She hums, and the two of you lapse into silence, appreciating the birdsong, the late afternoon sun gilding the pond, the surrounding trees in warmth. 

“So, what’s up with you and Bakugou?” Rie asks. “I thought you worked out all those feelings for him back in high school.” 

And there goes all that peace. You groan, turning and heading back inside, grabbing your bag and starting to unpack your clothes. Rie follows you, sprawling out onto your bed this time to be as annoying as possible. 

“I did,” you say, because not answering would result in incessant pestering. Better to nip this conversation in the bud so it doesn’t come back up again while you’re on this trip. You tell her, “We’re cool. You know that. You go to the same get-togethers.”

Since graduating from UA, you’d kept in touch with Sero, who you’d met because he’d been the hero you’d been assigned to for the management course’s third year project. You became good friends, as Sero’s one of those good boys, best boys, genuinely kind and fun to talk to. 

Through your friendship with him, you’d met some of his friends—Kaminari, Kirishima. Mina, Sato. Bakugou. 

While you’d befriended the others pretty easily, Bakugou was a different story. And it wasn’t necessarily his fault. He’d chilled out considerably by your third year.

It was because of your cringey, super obvious crush on him during your first year. 

You were so painfully obvious about it, everyone in your class knew. It didn’t take long for kids in the other courses to take notice. When Bakugou entered a room you were in, you would freeze and forget what you were saying. You’d sneak glances at him, and your entire body would warm up if your eyes met. Even thinking about it now, as an adult, makes you want to die a little.

Thankfully, whether it was because he chose to willfully ignore you or because he just never found out, your crush ran its course. It helped a lot that you began interacting with Bakugou within social circles because of Sero; it humanized him, made him real to you. The fantasy of a crush can’t survive knowing someone, getting to know them, you found. 

Still, probably because of that history, you never got close to Bakugou, while at UA and after. You were too embarrassed, and now you’re just not super interested. If you don’t count this past year, since graduation, you’ve seen him only a handful of times, always in passing and never one-on-one. 

But if you do count this year, specifically the past six months, you’ve seen him a lot. 

At a get-together at Mina’s place. At Todoroki Shouto’s birthday a couple months back. At a dinner with Rie, Sero, Kirishima, and Mina a few weeks ago. You figure he’s had some free time open up, to accept the hangout invites that he once left unresponded to in the group chat. It’d make sense, since he’s at this ryokan when everyone knows he’s a workaholic. 

You’re happy for him. Work-life balance is super important. And you guys aren’t getting any younger.

“No, you guys are weird together,” Rie says. 

You throw a pillow at her. To your annoyance, she catches it easily. 

“What do you mean by weird?” you ask.

“I don’t know. It’s hard to describe. He always looks like he’s bitten into a lemon when he sees you.”

You roll your eyes. “Great. Can we stop talking about Bakugou now?” 

“Last question, I swear.” 

“Last question for the entire trip about him,” you say, narrowing your eyes at her. 

She sighs, as if this is a huge burden on her. “Deal. I was just thinking—what did you even see in him when we were teenagers?”

“Okay, but why are you thinking about this at all,” you say. 

“Just answer the question.”

“It’s not that deep,” you say, shrugging. “I liked his face.” 

“Really?” Rie’s expression, disgruntled and appalled, makes you laugh. 

“Don’t act like he’s not objectively really attractive. He’s handsome, be real.”

“Maybe to some people,” she relents. “But his personality cancels it out, carry the two.” 

“He’s mellowed out so much over the years,” you say. You feel a little odd, finding yourself defending him. “He’s sweet, when he wants to be. Remember how he got Mina that bracelet she wanted so badly, for her birthday? Or how he picked up those special oranges for Hanta when he went on that one mission?”

Rie looks at you for a long moment. As your words settle into the silence, you begin to feel self-conscious. But it’s not like what you’d said isn’t true. Rie knows this. 

Just as you open your mouth to no doubt incriminate yourself further, she leans back on the bed and closes her eyes. “I guess you’re right. You done folding those clothes? I’m hungry. Let’s get dinner. Hanta says it’s kaiseki.”

Dinner is absolutely delicious. Your server tells you and Rie that the chef’s designed the menu to feature ingredients native to the region, ingredients in season. Everything’s fresh, and even dishes you aren’t normally particularly fond of have you cleaning your plate. You feel spoiled. 

You take lots of pictures. Of the dishes, of Rie. You send them to Sero. 

Hanta: The food looks great! My girl looks even better!!! Send more pics pls

Rie’s pleased when you show her the messages. After fussing over her appearance, she makes you take a picture of her in your room’s outdoor bath, hair elegantly twisted up and off her shoulders, the ambient lighting softly illuminating her face. 

“I’m going to take a walk, see what that little bamboo garden looks like at night,” you tell her. She waves at you with one hand, tapping away at her phone, no doubt sending messages to Sero. 

“Don’t drop your phone in the water,” you say, and she makes an impatient sound, shooing you.

Smiling, you leave her to it. 

Now that it’s nighttime, the ryokan is quieter, more subdued. It’s easy enough to find the bamboo garden. The paths are brightly illuminated, the walkways clear and easy to take. Maybe because it’s the evening, but you encounter few people. Most are partaking in the onsen, unwinding after a long day, you guess. You plan to do so yourself, but you stumble across a dimly lit sitting area overlooking a small pond and waterfall. It’s pretty, and you can’t resist lingering. Taking a seat on a bench, you let your mind empty as you watch the glimmer of moonlight on the water. 

“Hey,” a voice says behind you, and you startle, turning. 

Bakugou’s standing there, looking uncharacteristically soft and undone in the onsen’s yukata. His hair is a little damp, spikes fallen. 

Seeing him in traditional wear takes you aback; you’ve only ever seen him in casual clothes—jeans, shirts, sweats. His hero suit, all sleek lines. The yukata’s a good look on him. 

“Oh hey, Bakugou,” you say, then hesitate, feeling awkward. What to say? Should you pretend this is the first you’ve seen of him here? 

While you flounder a little, Bakugou walks over to sit in a chair nearby, facing the water. You’re bewildered at this turn of events. You’re surprised he stopped to say hello, let alone sit and have a conversation with you.  

“Saw you and Soy Sauce Face’s girlfriend at dinner,” he says. “You on vacation?” 

Blinking, relieved, you reply, “Sort of. Long story short, Hanta was supposed to come out here with Rie, but work denied his time off. So I’m the replacement Hanta.” 

Bakugou looks at you. His eyes narrow. You shift in your seat, feeling a little bit like a bug under a microscope. Did you say something weird?

“What about you?” you ask, trying to lift the focus off of you. “You here on vacation?”

“...Yeah. For the weekend,” he says, looking back at the pond, exhaling sharply.

For someone on vacation, he doesn’t look too happy about it, you note. 

“Us too,” you tell him. “What do you think of the ryokan? I haven’t gotten the chance to explore yet, but what I’ve seen is gorgeous. Did you just use the public onsen?” 

“It’s alright,” Bakugou grumbles, and you blink, face scrunching up in incredulity. 

“You must have really high standards to say that, sir,” you say, and he snorts. An expression you can’t quite make out in the low light crosses his face, fades. He really is a handsome bastard, you find yourself thinking. 

He says something you don’t quite catch. 

“Sorry?” you say. Internally, you scold yourself for your idle thoughts. Another part of you argues back that there’s no harm in looking. 

“How’d you know I used the onsen?” he repeats, looking a little annoyed.

“Oh,” you say, surprised. Without thinking, you lean forward, reaching out to touch his hair. 

Bakugou turns his head sharply; he grabs your wrist on what seems like instinct, halting you. You freeze, mortified.

“I’m sorry!” you say hastily. He drops your hand immediately, like you’re contaminated. You draw back. Flustered, you continue, “It’s just—your hair’s still a little wet. I took a guess. Sorry again, I don’t know what I was thinking.” 

You were treating him like he’s Hanta, or Rie, as if you’re close friends. Jeez. 

“Forget it,” he says gruffly. 

There’s a long stretch of silence, and you begin to think of excuses to make to escape. 

Just as you open your mouth with one, he says, “What’re you doing tomorrow?” 

“I—I think Rie wanted to check out the town’s morning market, and the temple nearby,” you say. “She likes to sleep in, so we’ll probably do that after my morning run. The staff said there’s a scenic walking trail through the forest, so I’ll probably check it out.”

You force your mouth closed before the rambling continues. Wait, you should ask him the same, right? To be polite?

But before you can say anything, Bakugou grunts, then stands. 

“Go back to your room,” he tells you. “It’s getting late.”

With that, he leaves. You sit there for a long moment, staring after him.

“Hey, welcome back,” Rie says from her bed, covered from nose to toes in a blanket. Her eyelids droop in a way that tells you she’s minutes from sleep. “You were gone for a while.”

“Yeah, sorry,” you say, closing the door behind you. Woodenly, you begin to gather clothes to change into. “I’m going to take a quick shower, okay? Go ahead and sleep; don’t wait up for me.”

“Mmkay,” she says, eyes already closed. 

You move around as quietly as you can, getting ready for bed. 

All the while, you can’t help but think about the conversation you just had. About Bakugou.

For the past couple months, at gatherings with mutual friends, it’s been like this when you talk to each other. Awkward, with a strange underlying tension. You’re not sure if it’s your fault, or his, but. You wish you could be normal around him. It’s only like this with him.

As you climb into bed, getting settled, the memory of him in his yukata flashes across your closed eyelids. The moonlight on his face, cooling the red of his eyes. His hand around your wrist.

Fuck. 

Notes: Hello friends! This fic is a very belated birthday fic for our guy, my little muse 🧡 This is intended to be a twoshot, and I hope to have that second part up next weekend. Please look forward to it!

A couple notes, as there are some specifically Japanese items referenced in this fic:

A ryokan is a Japanese-style inn! Onsen are hot springs. So an onsen ryokan is an inn that features hot springs on the property. Here, here, and here are videos you can enjoy of people visiting some.

Kaiseki is a multi-course, traditional Japanese dinner. Some of the videos I linked above show the kinds of kaiseki offered!

Thank you for reading! Hugs and kisses 💕 Until part two!

Can we get Toji’s daughter pleasing him after a stressful job 💗

(CW: incest, name-calling (slut, whore, bitch, brat, etc), toji calls reader 'princess' a few times, toji-levels of bad parenting, daddy kink ofc, chokehold, rough sex, cockdrunk reader, titty slapping, teasing, a weird mix of degradation and praise i think, begging, toji cums on reader's chest and face, toji makes one joke about prostituting reader)

i'll let you guys know i am physically unable to thirst for toji because my daddy issues are just like tHAT, but i did my best for y'all guys, if this ain't a proof of how much i love you idk what is. ~BLOSSOM

TOJI is not an exemplary dad, though that is something you already knew. it was almost fun how little effort he put into hiding it, even laughing sometimes that you'd expect him to be better. him.

“brat, i'm home,” you heard him grumble from the main door before he slammed it shut. you barely acknowledged with a hum from the comfort of your own cramped bedroom, such as was usual between you two; never the type to interact much. TOJI hadn't been home for well over a week, barely letting you know through a phone call that the job he'd taken proved to be more difficult than it seemed.

for a few long minutes, TOJI was but a ghost in the apartment, the one sound indicating he was even there being the water running form inside the bathroom. and as you made your way to the kitchen, looking for something to drink, he coincidentally walked into the adjacent living room, leaving the bathroom in a puff of steam.

water droplets ran, still warm, down the outline of each muscle and vein and scar; stopped only by the towel that hung suspiciously low around his hip. black hair was damp, carrying with it the scent of that cheap shampoo he'd get on a discount pack.

maybe you focused a bit too long on the other hairs tho, the ones trailing down his belly to his crotch. maybe.

“your brother?” TOJI asked, in a tired mumble, as he plopped down on the couch with a sigh; head tilted back, manspreading even when he didn't have boxers on. you averted your eyes from the hot embarrassing sight your father made, taking a sip from your glass of tap water, throat feeling oddly constricted all of a sudden.

“out. didn't say where,” you answered, honestly. you and your younger brother megumi hadn't been in the best terms since he turned into a teen. knowing TOJI would be home any minute, tho, megumi usually disappeared.

the knowledge that you two were home alone didn't sit right in your belly. though at this point, it was hard to discern whether you loathed these moments with TOJI, or looked forward to them.

thing were never very normal between you anyway.

the non-committal, husky hum your dad made only proved he, and you, were on the same wavelength after all. it didn't require much more than a simple “c'mere” from him to feel your legs, though jiggling like jelly, take you across the kitchen to the living room, to couch, and then to him.

TOJI's hands were always so big, rough and heavy, even when he wasn't applying any force. he squeezed them just right on each of your hips, pulling you down until you took your usual place on your daddy's lap.

“'m tired,” he grumbled, hands absent-mindedly rubbing your thighs, following the curve they made up to your ass. he pushed your body closer, digging his fingers just enough on the squishy flesh to make your breath hitch. “and i won't see m'payment 'til a few more days, cuz the shitty client's mad the job took more days than we agreed on. so,”

without warning, one of his hands tangled in the roots of your head, gently tugging until your mouth slanted over his. his kisses were sloppy, filthy, even when they had no tongue.

“y're gonna help daddy out”

“who y'runnin' away from, lil' girl?”

TOJI's voice was a husky, breathy mess. a deep growl compared to your high-pitched moans and squeaks; and nothing on the filthy, wet slap of his thighs on yours.

he was spooning you from behind on the couch, both fully naked. but when you tried to run away, TOJI snuck an arm under you and curled it around your neck; thick bicep bulging, chin slotted right in the crook of his elbow. the wheezing sound you let out got a chuckle out of him.

“such a bitch, runnin' from my cock. after i work my ass off f'you and your stupid brother”. TOJI spoke right into your ear, relishing each shiver and whimper he got out of you. it was either the bass his voice doing it, or the slap of his balls against your clit, or his toned muscles practically molded against your smaller frame.

“s-... so-...!” your brain was broken beyond the point of coherency, but still you felt like he expected a response. “AH!” only that this particular one earned your tit a slap and a nasty squeeze.

“don' say sorry, you slut, jus' take my fucking cock. yeahhh, like th'tt”. TOJI growled, momentarily slowing down just to bully his thickness slowly, from fat tip to even fatter hilt, inch by punishing inch. his pubes were a sticky mess of your pussy juices that so unapologetically dribbled down the couch. “pussy's so wet 'n tight, might start t' think you were waitin' f'me to do this”.

TOJI slipped out of you with a nasty squelch, manhandling you onto your back and dragging you like a rag doll to kneel between your open thighs. his fat cock rubbed fast and slick against your drooling slit, your chest heaving each time it caught on your pretty clit.

“daddy!”

“yeah, princess?” he hissed, teasing your hole only with the head, then he pulled back and kept rubbing at your sloppy cunny. “what' d's my girl want?”

you could barely even think. when TOJI was inside it felt like you'd never get used to his sheer girth and all, but... now you didn't have him and it just felt like your body was missing something; empty.

whining at this, pathetic and through tears, your hips bucked into his. your daddy answered so nicely by pinching your clit until you cried out.

“use y'r words, slut. or 's your brain fucked out already?”

TOJI hovered over you, trapping your body oh so right under his mass and height. the tenderness in which he sought your lips and tongue only made your fuzzy brain even more dizzy.

“yeah... thatta girl,” he purred when your legs lifted and wrapped around his hips. hissing as his tip caught your hole once again, this time your daddy didn't pull back: instead he grabbed your chin, grazing your bottom lip with his thumb as he said: “now speak”.

“y-your cock, please”. your squeaked plea made him chuckle. “please, need it s'bad!”

“hmm, can' wait?” TOJI murmured; hissing as he slowly, slowly sank back to the hilt. “such a whore for y'r daddy's cock...”

he barely gave you a breath to adjust before resuming his previous pounding. it got you screaming, nails digging into his back and heels into his hips as your daddy battered your cervix to tears.

each thrust made it more and more difficult to breath, you were even surprised the old couch managed to keep up with TOJI FUSHIGURO slamming into your pussy like he hated it. your belly felt more and more tight and stiff, thighs caught in between being tense to break and jittery.

“dad-! daddy!” you wailed between choked gasps. he groaned into your neck, calloused hands bruising your skin from how hard he was gripping onto your hips.

“cum f'me. c'mon, bitch, cum on this cock!”

two or three thrusts more, and your body snapped. all the moans you'd been choking on came out in a pathetic, sobbing, loud whine, body trashing from the sheer strength of your orgasm that made you forget about the neighbors. your eyes rolled back and you floated painfully on cloud nine, for long enough that it made you question if you dreamed the whole thing.

but no, because your pussy squeezed so hard it tore an actual moan out of TOJI and you heard it. he pulled out in a frenzy, kneeling over your chest as his thick fist blurred in vicious strokes and

“shit!” your daddy came. over your chest, some of your face; specially when he nudged your red cheek with the dripping tip, slowing down more and more with each stroke as he throbbed through his orgasm.

TOJI savored it, licking his lips and brushing the hair out of his handsome face: the sight of his pretty daughter with cum, his cum all over her skin, was a sight he'd pay to engrave behind his eyelids.

“fuck... you're good at this,” he panted, grinning down at your fucked out face. “how much would they pay for a pussy like yo-? ow! don't hit me, you fucking brat!”

gignatic bf using tiny gf as a fleshlight? streching her inside wide open.

omg this idea is so good, thank you anon for sharing this! I hope you like this♡

warnings: nsfw. no pronouns or anatomy mentioned for reader.

♡requests open♡

He lowers you on his fat cock, his muscular arms holding your waist because he knows you won't have the strength to bounce on his dick on your own. He's so thick that you feel split in two, stretched to your limit, but it feels too good to tell him to stop. He slowly increases the pace, moving you faster on his dick, using you as his special fleshlight. You moan shamelessly, too lost in the moment to think about anything that isn't him or his dick or the immense amount of pleasure he's giving you. He moves one of his hands on your abdomen, rubbing it slightly.

"Look at it love, I'm so deep inside of you. Can you feel me filling you up completely?"

He presses the hand on the bulge that his enormous dick is creating in you. It feels so good that the knot that was growing in your belly snaps and you come undone on his cock.

"Aw my pretty baby is already cumming? You're so good for me darling, so good"

He then lifts you off his cock almost completely and then he slams you back down. You feel him twitching, and you know he's getting closer to his orgasm. He repeats the movements again and again, making you cry out his name from the oversimulation. He shushes you and he keeps fucking you, murmuring sweet praises in your ear. You feel him twitch before he shoots thick ropes of cum in you. He keeps you still on his cock while he empties his balls in you, kissing your neck and pinching your nipples.

"My sweet baby you did so good... but we're not done yet"

He flips you over, his big, strong body engulfing your smaller one. He leans down to kiss you passionately before bringing your legs over his shoulders. He starts to pound in your hole, the strength of his thrusts making you cling to his back, slightly scratching him with your nails. You know it's gonna be a long night.

Bakugou really makes my size kink go wild, he's just so big and strong that even when he's gentle there's no way I could escape his hold. Definitely the type to go "Don't worry honey, i'll make it fit." when you tell him his cock is too big for you.

YESSSS he just makes me go feral everytime i think about how big he is and that dialogue just 😮‍💨 drives me insane

imagine the back shots with him, just slowly working his cock in and stretching you out until you’re walls get accustomed to his size so he can start ramming into you

large hand pressing against your lower spine as you arch your back deeper for him, stretching your arms in front of you and spreading your legs wider to display your dripping cunt to him

dragging the tip of his cock from your clit and through your messy folds, teasing your entrance before trailing up to your tight rim as he rubs the length of his cock between your ass cheeks

“you ready for me, baby?”, he teases while aligning himself with you

“mhm”, you moan back to him whilst pulling your bottom lip between your teeth in anticipation

pushing the tip of his cock inside your pussy, slowly thrusting into you as he works his cock deeper and deeper each time, feeling your walls clench around him the more he stretches your insides

“that’s it, let me in”, he whispers while his hand rests above your ass, teasing your tight rim with his thumb

“a-ah kats, it’s too big”, you whine while fisting the sheets in front of you. slowly rocking your hips back into him as he continues to stretch out your quivering cunt

“i know, but you can take it, can’t you?”, he teases while leaning down to whisper in your ear. a shiver running down your spine at the mixture of his words combined with the weight of his bulking presence mounting over you and the sheer size of his cock buried almost completely inside of you

you can only respond with a moan as you look over your shoulder to meet his gaze, placing a quick kiss against your lips and another on your shoulder before leaning back. both hands gripping your hips whilst his thrust start to pick up pace

heavy balls slapping against your swollen clit whilst the force from his cock pummeling into your cunt makes your body jerk as you rock back into him to meet his thrusts. your sensitive nipples rubbing against the sheets below you adding more stimulation as you start to feel the knot inside your stomach form

not stopping his thrusts even after you cum, only ramming into you from behind quicker as his fingers trails up your spine to tangle with the hairs at the base of your scalp

pulling you back into him as he makes you fuck yourself on his cock, slamming his hips forward to meet yours while your cunt drips all over him

not letting up until he’s satisfied and your insides take the shape of his thick cock

early bird. katsuki b.

katsuki knew you better than you knew yourself. he knew your preferences, style, personality, even memorized your social security number since you always forgot it. he’d lived with you for damn near 5 years now.

“katsuki”

so when you wake him up in the late hours of the night, all needy and pent up he shouldn’t be surprised, he doesn’t even bother getting angry at you because you always tended to get needy in the night.

you shook him softly, his back turned to you as you tried to wake him. his body rising and falling with quiet snores that became irregular when you shook him.

“katsuki?”

“mm”

“katsuki!”

“what’s wrong”

he didn’t even bother opening his eyes, still laying there like a rock as he waiting for a response from you.

“can we fuck? please katsuki”

the male sighed and lazily grabbed his phone from the nightstand, squinting hard just to see the time. 2:06AM.

“you can’t sleep?”

the silence in the air already told him the answer, katsuki didn’t bother to keep questioning you as he began to shuffle out of his boxers.

“take your panties off.”

he muttered, helping you on your back and pulling the green underwear off your ankles, not without noticing the wet part on the middle of them and giving you a ‘you needed me that bad?’ look. he put your hand around his cock gesturing for you too put it in since he was too tired to find the hole.

bakugou moaned as he settled himself into your sopping cunny, strong hands almost making dents in the headboard as he rocked his hips into yours and watching your slick create thin strings between you and him.

your legs were loose around his waist, toes curling everytime he let himself go deep with your hands touching at his chest and stomach.

“shit.. pussy make me wan’ give you a fuckin’ baby.”

he grunted the words out with a small shake in his voice, like he was trying to hold back a couple moans. he tiredly let his head fall in between his strong, well built arms that held the headboard as he looked down at your face, eyes teary and mouth half opened while you clenched around his cock.

katsuki sat up from his position with hard-to-silence heaves to pull the black wife beater he had on over his head and throw it somewhere across the room as his body temperature started to rise.

he secured his position by grabbing onto your sides so he could fuck you harder. needy moans filled the warm room along with the quiet sound of skin connecting. you could’ve sworn that you went mute every couple of minutes from the surges of pleasure he was feeding into your cunny. wait could you hear how wet you were?

your long time boyfriend gave a lazy smile as he leaned down to make out with you as an attempt to get you quiet so you could her your cunny talk to him as well. quiet squelching could be heard if you really did listen in detail.

“hear her singin’ ? s’ all you—…shit girl..gets this bad at night?”

your pretty eyes were rolling as you tried your best to nod, barely even hearing him while you were concentrated on not cumming too fast and trying not to squirt since you knew you forgot towels. still, loud pornographic moans bounced off of your bedroom walls.

“y..es..kat-suki..”

“alright. ima take care of it baby”

a/n: i refuse to write a whole smutshot!!!!!

blondieeu xx

heyyy i love you’re writing!! i’ve been listening to so much nessa barrett lately and her one song “lie” made me really want to read like a bakugou x reader story line of the song i feel like you’re writing would work well with it 🥹🥹

You see Katsuki on tv. Warnings: angst 600 words

You watched as bubbles crackled in your now almost empty drink, the ice collapsing into itself. Lime soaked and slowly disintegrated in the liquid.

"Another one sweetheart?" The bartender asks, bringing you out of your daydream.

You nod with a faint smile, it's the biggest smile you can gather up. The bartender gets working on your drink, feeling obligated to make small talk he looks up at you again, "You here alone?" he asks, pouring a shot into a new glass.

It's a simple question. It shouldn't send you spiraling, but it does.

"Yeah," you reply shortly.

He tops the drink off with soda water and lime and slides it over to your side of the bar, "Well I'm sure that's by choice," he says giving you a courteous wink and nod.

You can't help but scoff. Of course, it's not by choice. There is someone you want to be here with.

Then as if your thoughts willed it so, breaking news broadcasts on the screen interrupting the mundane sitcom. "Pro hero Dynamite at work to subdue a villain," the live feed reads.

You can't stop the way your pupils dilate, and your fingers tighten around your glass.

The helicopter filming the scene struggles to keep up with his movements, but there he is exploding through the city effortlessly giving the villain the fight of their life.

Cops attempt to keep pedestrians at bay, but the crowd is excited to see Dynamite working in action. The group of onlookers only grows as more pull out their phones to record.

He's so famous now.

It happened overnight.

One moment it was just you and Katsuki, and now, he's a pro hero known all over.

He's not Katsuki or Kacchan anymore, he's Dynamite, and everywhere you turned people wanted to take him away from you.

And it worked?

You hadn't heard from Katsuki in over a month. Texts left on read, memes left without even an emoji.

He's busy, you told yourself. Being a pro hero was taking a lot out of him. You couldn't expect much, you had to be supportive. Yet, you couldn't shake the lingering thoughts that grew as more time passed with dead air between you two.

Had he met someone else?

Bringing the glass up to your lips to take a sip, you realized your hands had begun to shake.

As famous as he was now, he had come across many new faces. Fancy galas and expensive dinner parties. Who were you to complete anymore? A small-town friend left long in the shadowed past of his new bright and shiny life.

No. Surely, he respects you enough to have let you know, right?

He's just busy.

Katsuki lets out an explosion bringing the villain down. The scene erupts into cheers. You watch eyes glued to the screen; Katsuki shoves his mask up to his forehead wiping the sweat off his face. Reporters rush to try and get lucky enough to speak to him.

Then it happens.

The universe-altering moment.

It happens fast but you see it in slow motion, every second more painful than the next.

The epitome of a beautiful woman breaks through the crowd, to run and wrap her arms around his neck. Pushing up to her tip toes to press a passionate kiss to his cheek, and he doesn't pull away. He smiles.

A guttural scream that you don't recognize as your own escapes you. Glass flies out of your hand shattering the bar TV.

Whoever she is please, let it be a lie.

Oh man- this song did a number on me. It’s so painfully beautiful. I hope this fic was somewhat what you had in mind. It’s what came out when I sat down to type so I hope you enjoy! Thank you for this request, I missed writing some angst.

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𝐢'𝐦 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬

pairing: bakusquad x chubby reader (katsuki bakugo + hanta sero + mina ashido + eijiro kirishima + denki kaminari)

word count: 4.4k words

a/n: definitely haven't been working on this for months <33 this turned out more fluffy than intended for a free use fic asdfghj. basically they all need to be dating!!! none of the bakusquad have any contact with each other... yet... idk i might make a part two where they're not just taking turns but all together with the reader

content warnings: free use, unprotected vaginal sex, oral (f!recieving & m!recieving), vaginal fingering, multiple orgasms, cockwarming, groping, biting, dumbification, slight breeding mention, somno, wlw, spanking, petnames - mdni (like my whole tumblr)

when becoming friends and roommates with the bakusquad you didn't realise what it would exactly entail. becoming friends with five successful pro heroes while you're a civilian is something you would never expect, not in your wildest dreams, so it's not a surprise to you that your feelings for them grew with each day and after a particular turn of events you let them use you however they wanted. if they want to take out their frustrations of a stressful day by roughly fucking you than you're more than willing to oblige to their request or if they want to tenderly make love to you after an emotional and exhausting day you're more than willing to oblige- you're their toy after all.

they'll use you anywhere and anywhen, it doesn't matter if you're in public or if you're sleeping, you've given them your full consent.

the first time it happened was with katsuki. he was angry and annoyed and you didn't know what to do, you've never truly seen him like this before and you haven't been friends with him as long as the others have been friends with him, you didn't want to make it worse. ideally you would ask the others what you should do but they were all busy working.

you later found out a journalist cornered him after a minor rescuing incident and asked him more intrusive questions than normal and that day it got to him more than normal too. for some reason the press always seems to ask him more personal questions than other heroes you know and you can't figure out why but you have a few ideas: to see his reaction, to get more information about his private life from him because he's one of the more secretive heroes, or to see his 'real' personality wondering if everything they see in public is all just an image.

"i'm sorry katsuki. is there anything i can do to make you feel a bit better?" you ask him and in less then ten seconds he's pinned you against the wall and is biting your bottom lip making you moan, giving him the opportunity to move his tongue into your mouth, intertwining your tongues and muffling any surprised noises that threaten to come out of you. you feel his large callus palms run all over your body as he pushes up your shirt and touches every single part of his skin he can get his hands on, leaving bruises and pretty marks to decorate your equally pretty body.

katsuki shoves his hand underneath your underwear, not bothering to take off your clothes and fingers you until you start screaming his name and your vision begins to go blurry.

"holy shit katsuki. feel's so good." he pumps two of his thick fingers inside of you and his ego soars as he not only feels how wet you are but hears it too as your cunt squelches and you clench around his fingers. he smirks as you come undone on his fingers chanting his name over and over again, your fists gripping onto his shirt tightly.

"this'll make me feel better," he grunts and tries to press his body closer to yours than it already was, your tits now completely pressed against him. "god shitty woman how oblivious can ya be? swear you're useless sometimes. a fucking dumbass." if you were someone else you might have taken offence to him calling you shitty woman or useless especially in the position you're currently in but you're use to him calling you names by now knowing he doesn't mean them negatively, if anything they're affectionate, most of the time he'll call people extras and you're glad he doesn't see you as an extra.

"oblivious?"

katsuki grits his teeth, "shut up," he grunts and you feel his hardened cock against your thigh, he slams his lips against yours again and starts kissing you even more furiously, if you didn't know better you'd say passionately but you don't think he'd ever kiss you passionately.

he sees your eyes glazed over with a daze on your face and smirks. his hand goes behind you to cups the curve of your ass then slaps with the sound echoing against the walls, making you whine. you feel the humidity that's resting on his palms and your whole body tingles imaging him using his quirk (controlled) on you.

"no one else has made ya feel this good have they sweetheart?" he asks gruffly already knowing the answer.

"no, no one else 'suki. no one has ever made me ever feel this good!" you reply honestly, tears starting to fill your waterline.

he knows you're being honest and if anything you're being more forgiving of your previous sexual encounters and talking more favourable about your past sexual partners than they deserve. "fuckin' criminal."

after what happened with katsuki you sat down with your friends and told them that you give them your consent to use you whenever. katsuki looked so much calmer after and his body looked more relaxed, less tension. you couldn't help but think that your other friends would be the same.

you were bashful the whole time while speaking, mumbling and looking away, your whole face felt like it were on fire but you were offering to help them all, you knew how stressful their work is and you wanted to help.

you want them, you wouldn't tell them that part though, neither did you ever have to think hard on your proposal.

all of them loved the idea, why wouldn't they? they're madly in love with you. over time all of them fell in love with you but none of them would ever make a move on you not willing to lose or jeopardise the friendship they have with you nor are they willing to make a move while knowing how the others feel about you either. you're sweet, and kind, and beautiful, and brilliant, and a hundred million more things that make you special in their eyes.

none of them thought they would ever get the chance to be with you in any such way, romantic or sexual, and they were more then content with being your friend, strictly platonic, but now they get to be your friend and they get to sleep with you, they're ecstatic.

hanta likes cockwarming with you, every single chance he gets he pulls you onto his lap and onto his cock without warning and puts on a movie to watch as he watches you squirm and try to keep still but it's so hard keeping still when the longest dick you've ever seen is inside of you and you feel it throbbing.

hanta sees you struggling and grins as you shift around and whimper quietly. you're biting your hand to try to keep silent but it's ineffective. "hush princesa, i'm trying to watch the film." he says teasingly, holding onto your plush waist to keep you from moving and lifts up your top, caressing your soft skin making you get goosebumps from the sensation of his cold rings touching you.

occasionally he'll lazily thrust up into you, making you squeak, he'll chuckle at the noises you make and get off on how needy you are for him. "you look so beautiful sitting on my lap mi amor," your heart flutters and your face heats up whenever he calls you affectionate names in his first language and especially when he calls you my love, "but aren't you suppose to be pleasing me? you seem very needy and demanding for someone who has offered their body to me." you shudder as he speaks, still with his hand caressing your body.

you look at him and pout, causing his grin to widen. "not my fault, you feel really good."

hanta's voice drops lower and becomes husky while he leans closer to you, "yeah?"

you nod your head and try to wrap your arms around him, admittedly unsuccessfully from the position you're currently in as you're facing away from him to 'watch' the movie with him, making hanta chuckle. "yeah," you reply.

hanta smirks as he looks down at you over your shoulder and tenderly strokes your arm, "beg me to move." with no hesitation you beg.

with everyone else they'll take what they want from you and get you to come as many times as they want (if they do want you to cum) without you having to beg but hanta is different, he'll make you cry and beg for him. no matter how horny he is he'll wait for you to become putty in his hands as you cry buried in the crook of his neck, trying to grind against him and wetting his shoulder with your tears, pleading for anything he gives you. he loves seeing you cry for him and plead for his cock.

you're always so pliant for him and he likes to make you even more pliant. as your reward for listening to him he grabs your wide hips and starts to move you up and down, harshly, making the ability to breathe leave your body momentarily at the sudden movement all while cooing at you, albeit condescendingly. "awe does that feel good princesa? you finding it hard to take it all?" he grins as you tip your head back and rests it on his shoulder, your moans getting louder, unable to respond and form a coherent sentence.

you feel like you feel him all the way in throat, a completely impossible thought of course but it's hard to think otherwise with each time he slams you back down and your pelvis meets his it's making you lose every braincell you have with how good you feel and how good he fills you up.

"open up," you compliantly open your mouth still in a daze and hanta spits in your mouth, grinning as he watches you swallow it without any prior audible command to do so already knowing from previous liaisons.

his pace changes, every so often becoming quicker with shallow thrusts than back to a regular pace with deeper thrusts just to tease you and make you light headed, not knowing what to expect next. his groans become more audible and he grips onto you tighter, his blunt nails making a crescent imprint on your hips. "s-shit hanta i can't, too much."

"i thought you were my good girl. you were begging for me only awhile ago." he smirks, starting to get close.

"i am! i am your good girl, promise! just 's a lot."

he chuckles at your obedience, you really are his good girl, made for him- and the others.

but he does wonder if you're that obedient with them as you are with him.

he purposefully slows down his pace and wraps one arm around your supple middle keeping you bouncing and tilts your chin up to look at him with his other hand before placing a gentle chaste kiss on your lips.

mina seizes every opportunity to lay lingering wet kisses down your neck all the way to your chest. you get goosebumps as you feel her breath against your skin and feel the sticky lipgloss left over from her lips.

mina never wears lipstick but she's nearly always seen wearing lipgloss and they're always flavoured ones, enjoying the look of how the sticky remnant remains on your skin after being transferred from her lips and how you seemingly unconsciously swipe your tongue out over your own lips afterwards to taste the flavour that remains.

whenever a man comes onto her apparently not understanding the word 'no' she comes straight to you afterwards so she can feel you up and touch your soft body and curves. you're so much better than anyone else and she's so glad that you let her touch you however and whenever she wants.

beforehand when someone was so persisted that it grossed her out she still would come to see you, you were roommates and very close friends after all. mina would complain about them and you would listen and bash them because how dare they keep being so disrespectful, unable to be take a hint or handle rejection.

the entire time when mina used to talk about them she'd think about how soft your lips looked, how good her hand would look wrapped around your throat and how she wants to go down on you so bad that you pull her hair and more importantly squeeze your thighs together in between her head.

"such a sweet little thing for me," she tells you and kisses your ankle. you whimper and she opens up your thighs wider for now, wanting to get a good look at your pretty pussy. mina flicks her tongue up against your pussy lips making a shiver run down your spine before her tongue enters into your soaking hole, moaning at your taste and your aroma, making her dizzy in the process. you can't help but squeal and shudder at the sensation as her eyes gleam with every new noise you make. she removes her tongue from inside of you, the sweet taste still lingering on her tongue. she flicks her tongue up again, curling two fingers back into you and starts sucking on your clit.

the pleasure builds up inside of you with every curl of her fingers, "that's a good girl, come for me," mina mumbles against your clit and you squeeze your thighs with mina's head between them, not being able to stop yourself as you're about to come again for the third time in an hour.

"oh fuck, min-" the last syllable of mina's name is silenced in an inaudible groan as the coil in your stomach snapped and you unravelled where she helped to ride out your orgasm still between your doughy thighs.

now she gets her wish whenever she wants as she's able to look up to see how your voluptuous body shakes. she gets to feel how soft and warm your thick thighs feel wrapped around her head.

as you calm down from another intense orgasm you move to look at mina, "what about you?" hinting that you desperately want to return the favour.

she can see the neediness in your eyes and giggles. "i can't right now sweet pea, i've got to go to work."

"already?"

mina giggles again, "i'll be back soon babes then we can carry on from where we left off, okay?" she smiles brightly and takes her leave feeling equalling as needy as you but who can blame her when she spent the last hour pleasuring you and feeling your plump body underneath hers and getting you see your gorgeous face scrunched up in pleasure. mina doesn't mind the needy feeling though as the look on your face is worth it as she leaves because she knows when she comes back home you'll make her feel just as good as she made you feel.

eijiro works nights a lot of the time which means typically you get woken up by him. this means most nights you sleep with only a nightie on or a baggy pyjama shirt foregoing underwear or pyjama bottoms so eijiro doesn't have to worry about fiddling with any layers and pulling them down. the only exemptions about the clothes are when it's particularly cold that night.

after work he'll want to feel your soft body squish in between his fingers as he presses down on your malleable skin, groping you wherever he can get his hands on and pumping his girthy cock in his other hand a couple times, wanting to be buried in that sweet cunt that he loves so much so it's no surprise to you to be woken up to his grunts and gentle thrusts.

whenever you do wake up he feels guilty. he knows you need, and like your sleep and he never intended to wake you up so he strokes the sides of your body and softly tells you to go back to bed while kissing your temple.

sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn't, but no matter the outcome of trying to get you to go back to sleep your body always has the same reaction, mewls and moans leaving your body involuntarily and you becoming more and more wet with each thrust that it's dripping down to your thick thighs.

the times when you don't fall back to sleep you don't move much, very much a pillow princess in those moments but that's what eijiro prefers. he likes looking after you and treating you like the princess you are. he enjoys doing all the work so when you do wake up all you can do is rub your eyes sleepily and moan louder while he tries to shush you because no doubt someone has to be up in a few hours for patrol.

"p-please," you whine but you don't know what you're begging for. eijiro knows though as he pushes the remaining inches of his cock inside of you, you both hiss, and he slowly and deeply starts moving in you. you grab hold of his muscular forearms and whine about the pleasurable stretch.

you turn your head to the side so your neck is bare. he knows what you want more than your tired words can mumble out so he turns your neck further to the side than you did to keep you still and bites down, not hard enough to cause serious pain and break your skin but enough to hurt slightly and cause you to gasp, your mind momentarily going blank and your hips to jerk up.

before you started sleeping with eijiro you didn't know you liked the sensation of getting bitten so much until he bit you to keep himself quiet while at a very lively party. normally he wouldn't mind people hearing how good he makes you feel and vise versa but there was a minority of people at that party who were all trying to make a new hero commission and he didn't want to to draw attention to you or him with those people, knowing what the last commission did. even though you are just a civilian he wants to make sure they stay well away from you but still that wasn't enough to drag you into an empty room and fuck you until you couldn't stand after seeing how beautiful you looked that night.

ever since then biting became involved in your sex life. eijiro knew he liked biting people before you, he enjoys the surprised gasps and how bodies move but with you it's completely different, it's on a whole new level with how plump your body is, it's like heaven. no matter where he bites you there's always some part he can sink his teeth into making your body beautifully buck up uncontrollably. the whole experience and sensation making him groan and the noises you always make in bed are like no over- ethereal, just like the rest of you.

when he hears the slapping sound of your two bodies making contact get louder and louder and sees the creamy ring left over from each thrust he has to hold onto you tighter, gripping hold of your love handles, enough to leave bruises, and looking up at the ceiling not wanting to cum yet. he knows as soon as he looks down at your cute face or perfect body he'll immediately orgasm so to try and make himself last longer he'll look up.

that on top of the quicker pace and him touching your clit, just the way you like it, makes you come. you clench around him and moan words incomprehensibly causing him to come too as he feels you get tighter around him.

"gonna clean you up in a second baby just let me stay inside you for awhile." at this point you're both falling asleep, he wraps his muscular arms around you tighter and manhandles your chubby body so you're laying on top of him, your arm on his chest and your face in his neck, the whole time making sure his dick doesn't accidentally slip out of you. even though you're semi conscious you know that you're going to be sleeping like this all night, both of you are too tired to move, with your last moments of consciousness being your slow blinks that you use to gaze up at eijiro admiring how handsome he is, you like when his hair is down after showering because without it being styled to be spiky you can see his roots coming through, red mixing with his natural black, even now when he's half asleep and ready for bed he looks just as handsome as he does at any fancy hero event he attends. "you feel too good to get up and leave and anyway i've got to plug you full, breed you properly to make sure it sticks." he mumbles against your forehead half asleep, drifting off only a minute or so after.

out of everyone denki is the one to touch you the most, if no one else is kissing you he's taking the opportunity to kiss you and hold you all over. he's the most emotional and vulnerable when it comes to sex too. he feels safe around you, to let his carefree persona down and to be sensitive and vulnerable, just staying fully in the moment with you.

the first time you slept together, you kissed his chest all the way to his hips making his hips buck up. he had wanted you so bad for so long and now he finally had you.

originally, you had stroked his cock for the first time and you heard a string of moans and it immediately turned you on more than you already were. as he got closer to his release he said breathy, "please don't stop, this will probably be the only chance i ever get to touch you." it had shocked you not realising that he felt that way but you didn't stop, doing what you were told, and knowing you were going to talk to him after.

not long after, he came and you threw your arms around him, arms wrapped around his neck and clinging onto him. he was still catching his breath, "do you really think this was a one time thing denki? i told you all before that i want to do this." he blushed and squished your cheeks, a habit he had picked up on doing recently at the time, you swat his hands away and giggle, denki smiles.

denki is also the most possessive which surprised you, if you thought anyone would be possessive your guess would be katsuki but it's really denki. he gets jealous when you spend more time with the others than you do with him and will want your attention. it's even more noticeable when it comes to other people who aren't in the bakusquad.

if you ever smile too cheerfully at someone, laugh too loudly at someone's jokes or if someone flirts with you he gets extremely jealous, you never flirt back though, you have everything you need and sometimes you don't even realise they were flirting in the first place.

at times like that denki is the most vulnerable. as soon as you both get home he's kissing you tenderly and holding you like fragile treasured glass in his arms. most of the time he takes you to the bedroom and lays you on the bed but this time he pushes your head down gently and you fall to you knees carefully. "do you need a cushion babe?"

your heart warms at how considerate he is. you look up at him and shake your head, "i'm okay," you smile up at him and you don't miss the way his cheeks are dusted pink. unzipping his jeans and pulling them down, along with his boxers that already are wet with precum leaking from his cock, you kiss his thigh and stare at his .

denki holds onto your head as you part your lips and open your mouth, taking him in your mouth. you hollow your cheeks and grab a hold of his thighs. he keeps his hips still no matter how much he wants to rut inside your wonderful wet and warm mouth. when his hips do occasionally buck it makes you gag before he corrects himself and pushes back against the wall trying to control himself not to pound up into you, he wants you to control the pace. the moans that he makes as you take him further only spur you on as your pace gets quicker and your nose presses against his lean stomach momentarily before having to leave and gasp for air. denki may not be as thick as eijiro or as long as hanta but he's still big, more than people would assume, he's bigger than average (only if slightly.) denki's arm rests of his head while he takes deep breaths.

"fuck babe that was-" you cut him off as you take him in your mouth again and wrap your lips around him and you hollow your cheeks once again. his moans and groans become more frequent and you can tell that he's about to come.

his grip get's tighter while resting on your head and his groans get deeper. "gonna come, you swallow alright babe." you hum in confirmation, "shit, shit, shit," his eyebrows pinch together and his hot cum sprays in ropes at the back of your throat and you mourn not being able to properly fully taste him. denki lifts you up by your elbows and when you come face-to-face you kiss his cheek, he's not satisfied with that though and he passionately makes out with you not caring that he just came in your mouth and is holding onto your plush waist while grinning against your lips. "bedroom." he whispers in your ear making you shudder at the demanding tone he used, not often does he use it but whenever he does... well it makes your whole body tingle.

for angst, him comforting you with mental health issues (depression, anxiety, eating, bad coping skills, maybe he notices signs of mania?) things like that could be triggering but sometimes it’s just nice to feel like theres someone there for you, even if it’s not real :(

tw; mentions of eating disorders (bulimia)

whenever he came back from your deployment, you always looked different. your weight fluctuating, you jaw swollen and your eyebags growing. some days he came back and you had red marks and scars on your knuckles, your teeth grazing against your skin causing cuts to form.

you always smiled, even if you were really struggling, and he always grew worried. he didn't want tto find you leaning over the toilet, your stomach swollen with food, ruptured and deceased. he hates the way your tears would well up with tears when you brushes through your hair - chunks of hair falling from your scalp, losing your sex drive due to insecurities and your struggles.

whenever you slept, he'd hold you hand. noticing your purple and blue nails, freezing cold palms. you were so cold that he worried if you'd died, feeling like a corpse in his arms. gazing down at the redness on your knuckles, sighing deeply before kissing your forehead, removing the body scale in the bathroom and throwing away the food scales that rested in the cupboard draws.

simon despised the way you'd play around with your food, cutting them into small pieces and attempting to distract him with questions about his day or work. how was your day? what did you do on your missions this time? how's johnny? eventually, he couldn't take the fear forming in his gut everytime he looked at you, dropping his utensils onto the table and grabbing your hand tenderly. “sweetheart, speak to me, please.”

you were hesitant, knowing how much you hated your body, you didn't want to get help. the compliments you got from your friends whenever you lost a couple kilos encouraged you further, taking sips of water and repressing your hunger. the muscle inside you wore away, nutrients lacked, standing up too fast and fainting.

he made sure not to force you into eating disorder recovery, but acknowledging your problems and working on helping your slowly. he placed more food on your plate everyday, talked your through your meals and held you for however long you needed.

you both stood naked infront of the mirror, sat on his lap as he pointed out everything he loved about you (spoiler alert, it was everything) wiping your tears away while cradling you in his arms. “my love, i love you, baby.. you're so gorgeous, i don't understand how you can't see that.”

“you'll always be my sweet girl, you're so perfect - every inch of you, regardless of body weight, measurements and height, you're stunning to me, i can't imagine you any other way apart from with me, i need you, let me help you.”

The boys porn search history?🤭

made this with stepcest in mind... (⁠ㆁ⁠ω⁠ㆁ⁠)

TW: STEPCEST, PORN ADDICTION (“GOONING”) MDNI 18+

gaz, soap and könig both have the filthiest watch history compared to simon and price.

your stepbrother, johnny, usually gets off to those cliché porn videos, usually ones relating to stepcest, or having his stepsister stuck in an tight area, where you're vulnerable and weak, with your soft rear in the air. johnny gets off to all kinds of pornography; videos, photos, magazines, etc — his favourite thing is to lean back after a rough deployment, slowly jerking off for hours ‘til he's slobbering all over himself, almost drunk and intoxicated off of the disgusting, depraved videos.

although i can also see gaz enjoying porn videos, i think he'd like pornography magazines, jerking off rapidly whilst flicking through them, with half-lidded and delirious eyes rolled to the back of his head. he coats the pages in his thick, hot load, smearing it all over the pages with gorgeous, naked women in various different positions, his breathing laboured and his body coated in a glimmer of sweat. he enjoys watching videos as well, using a fleshlight whilst fantasising about your tight, gummy cunt wrapped around his leaking shaft, chanting your name through drunken moans and breathless growls, tip spurting at the filthy desires filling his corrupted mind.

stepbrother-könig... his entire twitter and instagram following is of gorgeous women, pornstars and onlyfans models. on the topic of onlyfans, the majority of the money he earns goes to women, paying for their subscriptions, just to jerk off to their bodies like a depraved pervert. he's the one in comment sections, talking about his stepsister and how he desires having his way with you. just like johnny, he also watches those cliché, and disturbing porn videos, quietly growling your name through guttural grunts and hoarse moans, his breathing quickening at the filthy thoughts filling his mind.

although soap, gaz and könig are the most perverted, that doesn't mean that simon and price aren't — they just spend the majority of their time gawking over you, or grinding up against your hot body...

stepfather-price spends the majority of his time on the computer watching porn videos. the majority of the time, it's women with similar appearances to you, or body shapes. he fantasises about having his way with you — bending you over and recording his own porno with you one day. he's done it before, or at least he's recorded them without your knowledge. perhaps it's wrong as you were completely unaware, but he has plenty of videos saved to his computer, of your sloppy cunt taking his meaty dick so well...

stepbrother-simon is similar to johnny, as well as price. he prefers the real thing, rather than fucking a fleshlight onto his leaking, lengthy cock. he prefers to bend you over, or to sneak into your room and spread your soft, supple thighs, admiring your glistening cunt, to have all to himself... although, when he does watch pornography, it's usually after a long deployment where he'd been yearning and longing for that sweet release. he'd daydream about you the whole time, moan your name loudly without shame, shooting a hot load all over his t-shirt, his body shaking and shuddering with pleasure and ecstasy rushing through him...

stepsis reader who’s new to the farm and fresh from the city 👀

tw/cw: stepcest, stepbrother-könig, farmer au, dub-con, dead dove: do not eat. 18+

you're used to living in a densely populated area, where you're able to hear locals from outside of your building, shopping centres always nearby.

although ever since your mother decided to marry your stepfather, a farmer, you've been struggling to adjust to the unfamiliar surroundings. you're not used to waking up to the sounds of a rooster, or the other farm animals, or the birds outside your window, chirping away in harmony with each other.

and of course, your stepbrother, könig, isn't oblivious. he talks to you about his work life, how he's just home from deployment, asking you questions about living in a city. könig is disappointed and pissed off that you're his stepsister, not because he doesn't enjoy your company, but he feels an immense amount of guilt for getting off to you in private, his stepsister.

when he teaches you how to harvest fruits and vegetables, he can't keep his perverse gaze off of your tight ass, admiring your cotton panties from beneath the short dress you wear. god, liebling— are you teasing him? it sure as hell feels hot in here, and it's definitely not the weather.

when your parents are away down the road to the village, leaving you two alone, he finally takes the opportunity in front of him. he's desperate, and it's almost laughable how he begs and pleads. he's frustrated and aggressive at you being uncertain or nervous, already tearing the lace panties you wear off of your figure, slapping his hung cock against your swollen cunt before shoving himself inside.

könig will whisper that it's normal ‘round here, to ease your concerns and worries, shame causing you to feel dizzy. he says that you should be focused on pleasuring any man, an old-fashioned view down in the village, and that your stepbrother isn't excluded. each drag and stroke leaves him choking and stumbling on his words, growling out and grinning at the strength and control he has.

although afterwards, he's guilty, watching you avoid him through nervousness and confusion, unsure whether you were just violated or not. :(

Naoya using his step sister ??

"Hold still," Naoya grunts, his fingers digging into your thighs as he bends your legs against your chest. You whine and bat your wet lashes at him, lips stuck out into a pout.

"Naoya, mom and dad would be mad," you tell him with clear hesitance in your voice, only to be met with a groan and a light pat on your cheek.

"No, they wouldn't," he mutters, "and anyways, who'd tell them? You're not gonna be a little tattle tale, hm?" A mocking grin crosses his features, to which you pout at.

"No, promise I won't!" You bring your thumb up to your lips and press it against the soft flesh, shaking your head frantically, earning a condescending scoff from him.

"There we go," and with that, Naoya thrusts his hips forward, eliciting a loud gasp from you. You squeeze your eyes shut, your jaw going slack as you feel his tip tease that gummy spot in you. "Now keep quiet." And you do - or, you try to. Your hand covers your mouth to quiet your voice, and though it doesn't completely silence your sounds, it does muffle them enough.

"Naoya, you're too big!" You whimper and open your eyes again, tits bouncing from the impact of his hips.

"Shh, I told you to keep it down, remember?" Naoya grunts into your ear, "it'd be mean to not listen to big brother." Eager to please, you nod your head and dig your teeth into your lower lip.

"m sorry..." you mumble, turning your head to the side, your cheek sinking into the supple pillow. Again, you moan when another sharp thrust of Naoya's hips fuck his fat cock into your tight cunt.

It's clear that Naoya is trying to keep you quiet, so in an attempt to finally shut you up, he presses his lips against yours. Your eyebrows furrow, tears falling from your lash line down your red plump cheeks.

You can feel his veins slide against your warm walls, which has you squeezing him tight. After not even a few minutes, a knot ties in your tummy. Naoya feels you pulsing around him, which is why his thrusts have became clearly harder, stronger, pushing you closer to release.

He pulls away from your lips though a strand of saliva connects you to him before it inevitably dissipates.

"Mh, gonna cum, Naoya," your voice is whiny and borderline desperate, how could he possibly resist.

"Yeah? Hold on," so you do, with excitement to please your dear stepbrother. Your legs find themselves wrapped around Naoya's waist, pushing him deeper into your little pussy absentmindedly.

The stretch is a lot, almost too much, but you keep down your whines. Your throat is tight, your tummy is in knots, and your cheeks are tear-stained. His hips are brutal and relentless, his dick hitting all the right spots.

"Lemme cum, Naoya!" You pout.

"Okay, okay, don't fucking cry," he huffs, "cum, pretty girl," With those three words alone, you're releasing all over his length. Your juices coat his cock, pretty sounds just spilling from your lips like an overflowing sink. Pleads of nothing fall from your mouth.

"I love you, Naoya," you murmur drowsily as he pulls out.

"Mhmm," Naoya hums and leans down to plant a kiss to your forehead.

toji had a thick dick. it was long, but that didn't make his dick special; it was all in the girth and how it stretched out your walls every time he slid inside of you. what made it better was how you wrapped around him, and each time he pushed into you, your body reacted to his every move.

he knew how to use it; he didn't just push himself into you all willy-nilly; he made sure you were wet and slowly slid himself into you, pushing your thighs back, his grip tight as he pushed himself deep inside until he felt the tip of his dick kissing your sweet spot.

the way he pushes his hips against your ass, and you feel his dick twitching against you and stretching out your walls, made your stomach cave in. it felt like his dick was never going to stop stretching you out. it’s like the deeper he went, the more it felt better, especially when he added a second stimulation to your body. 

his hand on your breast as he slowly plays with your nipple, pushing himself deeper inside of you, your walls clamping against him. his dick twitching as he pushed deeper inside of you, your slick walls all on him. 

when he was deep inside of you, the tip of his dick pressing on your sweet spot for as long as he could without you whining. his chest rising and falling with great speed when he feels you tighten around him, his thumb on your clit, swirling it around so he could feel you tighten around him more. 

that’s what he loved so much about pushing himself deep inside of you; you felt too good and could handle yourself well when he was thrusting in and out of you while he put his whole body weight on you, thrusting his hips inside of you every second, not taking a break. 

he could practically feel the blood rush to his dick each time he pushed deeper inside of you, having you wrap around him tighter and your back are off of your mattress, moaning for him to give you more, knowing that what he was giving you was enough. 

one of his hands on your boob and the other on your clit, the stimulation you were getting from everything he was giving to you made your head fuzzy and your body not with arousal. 

body shaking, and your body paralyzed from the pleasure he was giving you; he knew how to fuck you good; you never wanted him to stop; you never wanted his dick to leave your body; he felt the same way. 

toji wanted to stay inside of you and stretch you out until his dick was imprinted inside of you, so that only you could take him and no one else could, not comparing to him. 

even if you thought about fucking someone else, your pussy would ache wanting him inside of you, wanting him to rub his hands all over you and fuck you until you’re whining for him to stop. 

his head thrown back as he pushes into you and lays his hands on you, making sure to feel your body heat up whenever he was close to making you cum. 

whenever he finished, his dick would push against your walls while your walls wrapped around him tightly, squeezing the cum out of you and your pussy slick on his dick. 

his dick was fucking amazing.

spider boy — spider-man!midoriya izuku x reader

synopsis: you don't interact with your neighbor much—that is until you realize he's none other than your city's beloved friendly neighborhood spider-man.

though your friendship is off to a rocky start, you're both quick to trust each other. though you do think midoriya hides things from you to protect you when all you want to do is protect him.

chapter 1

chapter 2

chapter 3 (coming soon)

chapter 4 (coming soon)

chapter 5 (coming soon)

non-con with stepdaddy toji x virgin daughter please :3

tags byf: non-con (obv), stepcest, virginity loss and yk kind of just dark but it’s really short m sorry 😞 MDNI don’t read if you don’t like this stuff :3 not proofread

“Shh, shh, baby, promise it’ll feel good soon,” Toji whispers in your ear, one hand holding both of your wrists together in a firm grip, just careful to not bruise you.

“Daddy, I don’t like it…!” You whine, squirming in his hold, “hurts, daddy,” a pout crosses your features as you look up at him, your eyes wet and doe. In response, Toji shakes his head and presses a kiss to your forehead.

“Told you, you jus’ gotta get used to it, princess,” Toji grins lazily, trying to comfort you despite you evidently not enjoying the feeling or moment. The stretch is way too much, your little hole just too tight for him.

You want to tell him to stop, that you don’t like it, that this is your first time and it’s not how you wanted it to happen, but… he’s your stepdad, this is probably just his way of showing you affection. Right?

Ever since Toji overheard you on call with your friend from university talking about about fairly normal things until you mentioned your lack of experience, your virginity, he couldn’t stop thinking about how badly he wanted to be your first time. His cute little stepdaughter wrapped around his cock, struggling to take it all, your tight pussy too tiny for him.

It was all too much for the man, and you were so unaware of it until now. Toji’s slowly sliding his length in, it’s not even all in and you’re already crying. You’re too cute to him, so pretty as tears gather in your eyes and fall down the apple of your cheeks. He’s trying to be gentle with you but your whimpers just make it so hard for him.

“Daddyyyy, I don’t like it,” you mumble, looking up at him with pleading eyes. His girth is so big, too much for your tight cunt, especially since this is barely your first time and it’s your stepdad who’s taking it.

“Hush, baby, shhh… quiet for daddy, ‘Kay? Don’t wake up mama,” Toji removes his hand from your wrists to run his fingers through your hair, then trails down to your cheek and strokes it lovingly. “Promise it’ll feel good soon, just wait,”

Your discomfort is obvious even to Toji, but does he care? No, not really. The way you cry doesn’t really make him feel any remorse, it just makes him want to slip his dick in faster.

Painted nails reach for Toji’s upper arms and they dig into his flesh for support, the sting is noticeable but it’s not bad enough where he has to stop.

“Swear daddy will make his baby feel so good, okay? Jus’ hold on, ‘Kay? Daddy just wants his pretty princess to be happy,” Toji whispers almost mockingly into your ear, running a finger along your clit before pinching it lightly, eliciting a gasp from you, your legs twitching. “Silly girl, hm? Don’t forget daddy loves you.”

Sorry this is lowk baddd I haven’t written smth I’m ages :<

My favorite G3 pony symbols, courtesy of strawberryreef and mylittlewiki

the people (aka me) require more toxic older boyfriend simon...

he comes home late at night after fucking around in a bar, the smell of alcohol prominent in the air. he's drunk out of his mind and he finds you on the bed attempting to sleep and push him away. of course, he's bigger, stronger, and can easily manhandle your much smaller form. with his large hands gripping your arms to try and make you still, he rapes you as you sob and tell him to stop. thoughts?

tw/cw: toxic relationship, rape/non-con, dub-con, toxic-simon, degrading, size difference mention, mentions of alcohol and drug use. DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT. 18+ 🩸

you've tried to convince simon to stop drinking every night, coming home drunk and stoned from the bar and demanding sex from you, who just wants to sleep peacefully. yet, you always give in to his selfish and greedy demands, through fear and agony that he'll seriously hurt you if you don't comply. simon riley can be terrifying when he's drunk; constantly horny and much more aggressive when he manhandles your smaller form into your stomach, restraining your wrists behind your back with one large hand, the other ripping your cotton panties off in one swift motion before he begins to run his bulbous, large cock between your folds.

he doesn't even bother to prepare you, he just shoves inside mercilessly and begins rutting harshly. he adores the sound of your squeals and cries for him to stop — or for him to be gentle. the sight of you crying and breaking down gets simon achingly hard, knowing he has full power and control over you.

the countless times he's come home with hickeys along his neck, the smell of cheap perfume sticking to his clothes, and his belt undone breaks you. and it almost always results in arguments, that then result in simon raping you to "show his love". you try to convince simon that this isn't him, to stop hurting you, but he only gets gratification off of your pain as he continues to shove himself inside your swollen and sore cunt, with his fingers stuffing your mouth to stifle your loud, pained moans.

or, when you're fast asleep and simon has been drinking a little too much, stumbling into the bedroom drunkenly, stinking of BO and alcohol, before he begins to corner your head in. he's practically sitting on your chest, with one hand on your throat as he throat fucks you, listening to your muffled gags and breathless cries when he pushes fully down your throat. your small hands grip his hips desperately, gasping out as he continues to use your throat, his cock heavy and his grunts hoarse and hearty

he wouldn't even hesitate to allow other men to use your body for money...

toxic!ghost as a partner…thoughts? he’s still a jealous asshole and probably a bit *too* controlling. but that’s okay. he’s gentle with his darling, when it matters. what would his habits be as a partner? any weird quirks or things he likes to do that might surprise his darling knowing his really *aggressive* nature? 🤔

listen I like ‘em a little weird and off-putting, a little possessive and strange

c/w: toxic behaviour, possessive behaviour, this is not gonna be everyone’s cup of tea so if you don’t like it then don’t fucking read it!, location tracking, arguing, mommy kink simon ftw

he doesn’t hurt you physically, never ever. when you argue it’s a different story, he’ll be such a dickhead just to annoy you. he’ll sit there whilst you rant and rave at him, lounging on the sofa with his legs spread. those tired, disinterested eyes looking up at you whilst you cry and beg him to just give you a reaction

lets you get all upset before standing up with a heavy sigh, wrapping you in his arms. shushing you and swaying you from side to side

“stop getting yourself all upset, lovie. putting yourself in a state all over this. Is it really worth getting mad at me for this?” he’ll coo in your ear, feeling you nod your head against his chest just happy he’s finally showing you attention

likes to have access to your location 24/7. just likes to know you’re safe darlin’!! there’s some nasty people out there :((

sometimes he’ll send flowers to your location or takeout to the flat if he sees you’re at home :))

sometimes he’ll be such a clingy baby :(( he’s got so much trauma and he’s touch-starved okay?? just let him cuddle into your lap and play with his hair

and definitely don’t say anything when he starts humping your leg as he sucks on your tits and calls you mommy <3

suguru loves how shy you get when you grind on his cock. it amuses him, how you transform from wanting him so badly that you climb onto his lap and pull him in by the face, all coy smiles and wandering hands, to shuddering and whining, covered in goosebumps, face so warm you can’t meet his gaze once he’s finally inside you.

he’s deep in your cunt. every little movement sends sparks through your body. you’re so full, stretched out perfectly on the cock so big you swore you’d never be able to take it. your swollen clit grazes his pubic bone the harder you dig in with each roll, every swirl of your hips being caressed by his large hands. you whine and shiver, hips slowing when it feels too good. it’s almost too much. you hide in his shoulder. the smooth lilt of his laughter might feel teasing if you could think straight enough to find it as such.

“what is it, pretty girl? too much to handle on your own?” suguru says. he rubs your back as you cling to him.

“n-no,” you reply weakly. “jus’ feels good.”

arms still wrapped around his neck, you slowly begin to rock your hips again. your mouth drops open into a moan, his name falling from your lips in ecstasy. suguru gently grips a fistful of hair at the base of your neck and pulls just enough to make you whine, head falling back into his touch as he throbs inside you.

“sit back,” he said. “i want to see you when you ride me.” he tugged a little harder at your scalp, forcing you to pull back before he let go.

you hid the way your eyes rolled from the change in angle behind your hands, somehow pushing his length even deeper into the sensitive spot that had you mewling.

“but s-suguru….”

suguru grinned. his hands dropped down and gripped your hips again. he was feeling impatient; he wanted to fuck you stupid on his cock just like this, to hear your sudden cries of need. instead, he guided your hips to start again with strong hands, pushing you down onto his length. the sticky sound of your cunt drooling where you two were connected only made your cheeks hotter still when you muffled a moan. a low groan filled his chest when you clenched hard around his cock.

“you’re so cute when you’re shy.” he plucked your hands from your face.

immediately he noticed the hint of fear when your eyes wouldn’t meet his. he grasped your face in one hand, the other still guiding your eager hips.

“sugu…” you protested. the tension in your belly was ready to snap as he stared you down.

“what’s wrong?” he asked softly, the sympathy in his voice almost feigned. “are you close, my love?”

you nodded and gasped as another wave of overwhelming pleasure washed down your body.

“i can’t, ‘s too b-big, i can’t cum.” tears pricked your eyes.

he grinned. “shh… it’s alright. you can do it, i’m right here. i got you. c’mon baby, cum for me. let it happen.”

suguru watched with a moan and a playful gaze as your eyes rolled back and you fell apart on his lap, shuddering and groaning so sweetly while your legs shook. his grip on your face forced you to look him in the eye as each wash of pleasure hit your body.

“that’s it,” he cooed. “that’s my girl.”

you had barely come down from your orgasm when his hand dropped to your ass and his hips pushed up into yours, setting the hard pace he’d been craving. your face contorted with pleasure as you cried out and clung to him for more.

“suguru! fuck!”

his smile only grew. it seemed as though he’d get to fuck you stupid after all.

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