WARNING!! Bnha Manga Spoilers Ahead!!

WARNING!! Bnha manga spoilers ahead!!

Got it?

Okay.

Now that we got that out of the way I have Kurogiri/Shirakumo Oboro theory.

OKAY BUT NEWEST BNHA MANGA CHAPTER HAS ME SOBBING.

like...

THIS BOI

THIS PRECIOUS CUTENESS BOI WHO MUST BE PROTECTED

THE BOY WHO WAS FRIENDS WITH AIZAWA SHOTA AND HIZASHI YAMADA

(They even planned to be heroes together)

Shirakumo Oboro. He died when he was only 17 and then was turned into a nomu (yes, that's right) we all know as Kurogiri. Yes, his dead body was taken and then made into a nomu by AFO to be a caretaker for Shigaraki. That's canon.

My eyes are watering just by thinking about it, but... I have a theory about how this whole situation could turn out.

What if... They used Eri's quirk on him?

As we've all seen Eri was able to make her father disappear, which means she can rewind at least 20 years right??

SO, if Shigaraki was like 5 when he killed his family, 20 now (based on manga chapter 221) that leaves us with 15 year gap.

Shirakumo was 17 when he died, soo he (as Kurogiri) is 32, which makes sense, considering that he was in the same year as Eraserhead, who is 31 now.

SO if we say that Eri can rewind about twenty years (if not more), then who is there to say that she couldn't rewind 15 years??

If that's possible then she can rewind Kurogiri back to... Well, back to who he was before - 17 year old Shirakumo Oboro.

Anyways!! Let me know what you think!

THE CHARACTERIZATION OF KURAPIKA, THE WRITING, THE ANGST. This fic is everything that my Kurapika loving heart could ever ask for <3

omg please write kurapika getting his dicksucked!!!! 😭😭😭its what he deserves!!!!!😭

It wasn’t, no matter how you looked at it, a relationship. You weren’t an idiot who blinded themselves to the truth. But, no matter how hard it was, you understood and accepted Kurapika as he was. As the person you loved. He simply wasn’t the type to declare his love or kiss your lips, he would never see your adoration as it was or reciprocate it the way your heart yearned for. In most cases he seemed barely aware of your presence.

But, even when you were ignored and dismissed, even when Kurapika disregarded and cast you aside without a second thought, even then, even still, no matter what, you loved him truly.

Your foolish heart ached for your love, broke against the unknowing cruelty of his obliviousness, but you endured it gladly. There was never a second thought in your mind, no matter how painful it became, because even though Kurapika would never return your love, he still needed you in some small way. He still had shared with you a piece of himself that only belonged to you.

In the darkest hours of the night when Kurapika was consumed by his endlessly tumultuous twisting of thoughts, when he was awake with nothing but ghosts to keep him company, when insomnia was an invited illness for fear the nightmares he’d endure in sleep, he opened his door for you.

There was no kissing, no romance or satisfaction of his touch on your skin. The love that burned within you was devotion to a broken angel, and the ritual that took place in these dark hours was your revering rite. Kurapika’s exhausted and overworked body, so beautifully fragile despite the dangerous strength you knew he possessed, was the place you paid worship.

In the dreamy blue-dark of Kurapika’s room -he always left the lights off-, his body sprawled and mostly undressed beneath yours in the twisted white sheets, you were nothing but the desperate devout. Kurapika was your spiraling, falling, wingless angel. Your adored. Yes, in these moments, however fleeting and painful, he was yours.

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Category: fluff

Warnings: none

Word count: 2,414

Summary: After a bad breakup, you find yourself in the embrace of your best friend and things escalate quickly after that. 

Your phone was ringing again. This would’ve been the tenth time in the last fifteen minutes. You chose to ignore it, not even checking who it was, because you were sure that it was your ex disturbing you at such an ungodly hour.

You opened your eyes, lids as heavy as bags full of rocks. Sunshine shone as bright as ever but even brighter than other days while the constant breeze was just perfect and kept it from getting too hot. Even the birds outside were chirping, reminding you that they existed at 5am. It seemed like the day was going to be perfect.

It took ten seconds, if not less, for that bubble to be blown. The sudden headache was terrible and your shirt was still wet from tears, meaning you fell asleep for half an hour at best, probably not even for that long.

A shiver ran up your spine - even on a warm morning like this one you needed a blanket to feel comfortable.

You almost gave in to the wish to stay in bed for a whole day, doing absolutely nothing except watching some stupid reality TV and gobbling down whole tub of ice cream. But you decided against that.

You were broken in every possible way after your breakup. You screamed, you doubted your decision, you got drunk and then cried some more.

You couldn’t let yourself be like that cliche heartbroken TV show character anymore. Four days in a row of crying enough to fill rivers and eating enough ice cream to last a whole decade. Today was the day you ended that self-loathing cycle.

Warmed by the sunlight which slipped into your bedroom through the big glass windows without any curtains, your feet touch the floor.

You tried to reassure yourself that everything was going to be fine but as soon as you stepped the first step, your feet landed on a dirty lid of ice cream tub. Cussing out loudly, you hopped to the bathroom like you were playing classes or hopscotch.

After discarding your ice cream and tear stained pyjamas into an already full laundry basket, you relaxed into the bath. Setting the water temperature just right instantly made you feel better.

Warm water released the tension from your muscles and left you feeling so relaxed. You lay there for what felt like hours until a different ringtone was coming from your bedroom.

With a towel around your naked form, you made your way to the phone being careful not to step on any more lids.

The phone vibrated in your hand, the screen flashing with the name “ALIEN QUEEN xoxo” and picture of your best friend smiling widely while showing peace signs with both hands.

Without hesitation, you picked up.

“You finally picked up!” screamed Mina and you had to move phone a few inches from your ear, afraid that it will make you deaf.

Mina definitely had no such thing as inside voice, “I was scared!”

Oh, so that was the person that was calling you. Well, you were dumb to except your ex to actually give a fuck about you.

Hearing the tone of her voice full of worry made guilt shoot up your body. You could bet your ass that there were like 20 missed calls from her.

Shifting your weight from one leg to another, you listened to her ranting and scolding you like a child. You paced a few steps forward and back. To this day you couldn’t figure out why you couldn’t just sit still while speaking on your phone. It was truly a mystery that science couldn’t explain.

“Are you even listening to me?” Mina asks after a few moments of silence.

“Yeah, yeah, sorry, I’m just...” you swallowed, breath hitching in your throat,

“My emotions are still all over the place” you explain, now observing your reflection in a dirty spoon you found on the table.

“You okay?” she asks with concern clear in her voice.

“I’ll be fine. Finally took a shower to not to look like a hot pile of trash anymore.”

Mina laughs and you feel a smile creeping up your face.

“Still hot, though,” she teases, “You wanna come to my place, watch a bunch of shitty movies and finally get over that asshole?” You can hear her smile and unintentionally smile wider yourself.

An answer leaves your lips way before you think through with it:

“Hell yeah!”

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Neon red lights in Mina’s living room casted weird shadows on the bright pink walls, making you even more dizzy than you already were.

Loud music was blasting while you swung your hips and moved your free hand (the other one was busied by a champagne glass) to the rhythm as the lyrics were blurring in your mind.

In the neon red light Mina looked like death, or, more like, deathly stunning. From the way she danced so passionately to the music, how her free hand constantly buried itself in her soft pink hair and to the way that her sparkly mini-dress hugged her toned yet soft body.

Hell, you didn’t know if it was the alcohol messing with your head or the pain of broken heart that was begging to be healed by anyone. You really weren’t that against anyone being that hot.

Mina grinned, white pearly teeth hugged by plush, glossy lips. Her eyes were half-lidded as her hand reached out to you, as if she was trying to pull you into her with some invisible power.

You felt like a mortal about to be seduced by a goddess.

“Dance with me?”

Maybe it was her invisible power, because soon your hands were on her waist with her own resting on your neck. One hand was running up and down your back as you both struggled to spin to the rhythm of the fast song.

You leaned closer to her, laying your head on her shoulder. Her hot breath burned like fire against your skin, sending shivers up and down your body.

She smelled like vanilla and fancy perfume and you felt as if you had been spellbound, closing your eyes and letting the moment carry you away.

Songs changed but two of you stayed in the same position. It was only your hand constantly reaching to touch her hair and Mina giggling from time to time, whispering words that you couldn't quite catch.

This was probably very wrong. Not the dancing, no, you were best friends but the thoughts you were having about Mina were wrong. Blaming the alcohol for mixing up your thoughts and your mental state after the breakup, you closed your eyes. Letting the music carry you. Letting yourself have no thoughts even if it was just for a second.

“Hey,” you raised your head, Mina gently brushed a strand of hair out of your face. She paused for a moment as if she wanted to do something more with her half-lidded mascara smudged eyes. You couldn’t read her expression, “Want to watch a movie?”

You didn’t really want that, but you hoped that after sitting down for awhile you‘d feel better. Or at least get these inappropriate thoughts that were clouding everything out of your head.

The neon lights were turned off as if that the party was over, and Mina turned on some channel on her huge tv. You weren't surprised about pricy, fancy stuff around her place anymore as she assured you that 'Hero work pays.'

“What do you want to watch?" you asked, trying to find a comfortable position on her bright pink sofa, littered with what seemed like at least a hundred pillows.

Mina mindlessly flipped through the channels with apathetic look painted on her face.

Then, she stopped.

"Oh, 'There's Something About Mary' is on!" Mina turns to you with a smile as bright as always on her face, "Have you ever seen it?"

You nodded of course. It was one of those rom-coms that was on tv quite often that you liked. You found the story of a hopeless geek still pining after his high school crush, funny and it was a good laugh from time to time.

"Great, then let's watch it!"

You were about fifteen minutes into the movie when Mina began to wriggle closer to you.

"Mind me?" she asked, as she delicately laid her head on your lap.

You felt your breath hitch again in your throat, swallowing, to not let your voice waver.

"No, no," you stuttered out, "Not at all."

She flashed you one of those dazzling smiles and went back to watching the movie.

You tried not to be so tense, but it was as if your body didn't want to listen to your commands.

You were so lost in your thoughts that you didn't even realise the ending credits playing.

"You know, I really don't like that plot about many guys pinning after one girl," Mina began, mindessly playing with the hem of your shirt, "But there's one quote in there that is basically my life motto, 'Who needs him? I’ve got a vibrator!'" she said those words with such enthusiasm, that you couldn't help but laugh.

"Yeah."

You could almost ignore her slender fingers flushed against your hot skin. God, was it always so hot in this room?

It was so silent for a moment. You could hear your own heartbeat ringing in your ears.

Then she leaned closer. It seemed that she wanted to tell you something, a secret that was so sacred, that only you were allowed to know. As if curiosity got the better of you, you leaned in, forgetting the quote 'curiosity killed the cat', and then realised hat you were fully ready to endure that secret, as one would endure the pleasure of cold ice cream on a cold summer day.

Lips danced plush against each other, teeth clacking at the raw, sudden contact. You cought Mina's eyes widening, as if she wasn't expecting your response to this kiss.

All you could taste was mint gum. The smell of vanilla was so close, too. Not close enough.

Pushed by blinding desire and alcohol, your hands cupped her soft face, one running down her soft cheeks, not believing the texture as silky as that could be of someone's face and another found its way to her hair, pulling her even closer.

Colors and hues of emotions danced inside you, blue for the color of her dress and the sadness of your own mixed thoughts, yellow for the lingering smell of vanilla and your worry and red for the passion and that dangerous neon hue. That was her — stunning and absolutely deathly.

The need of oxygen made you pull away, only for a moment to catch a few deep breaths. Then you were grabbing her face again, pulling her in, feeling her already bruised lips with her own.

Mina moaned into the kiss, and after hesitating for a moment but getting assurance by the sudden soft pull at her hair, she let her hand travel under your shirt.

You let her do that as your own hands were lingering on her defined waist, hugged by the midnight blue mini-dress.

A soft bite to her lip before pulling away and then before you realised it, it turned into a full make out session.

It was perfect at that moment — like a shot out of a movie but then the bubble you were in broke. And you fell.

Mina pulled away, not letting you lean in again as her hands finding their way to her sides, almost shamefully.

A questioning look painted your features. You were confused. It all felt so good, why did you have to stop?

"...This is wrong," she managed to speak out, pushing you away.

You felt something sting inside.

"I don't follow, what do you mean?"

Mina sighed, standing up. It seemed that she wanted to add more distance between the two of you.

"Have you ever dated a girl, Y/N?"

"...No."

"Well, I have. I dated too many straight girls, who were just experimenting for fun. Enough of them. Enough of tearing my own heart out,"

The volume of her voice gradually grew and her hands crossed against her chest.

"But, Mina-"

"You're drunk, Y/N," she answered, not looking at you, "It'll be best if you pick your stuff up and leave."

Your hands were clutched against your chest, heart beating as if it wanted to leave your body.

"Mina..."

You stepped closer and she stepped back, still not looking at you.

Tears stung your eyes, but you refused to let them fall.

"I always felt as if we were connected more than friends and then you started dating guy, after guy, after guy," Mina murmured, almost too quiet to hear, "And my high hopes were stomped. I realised there's no happy endings for girls who fall for straight girls, Y/N. No happy ending for girls like myself."

"It's not like that-"

Tears fell down her face when she finally looked up. Somehow, it hurt more than when she screamed at you.

"Go home, Y/N!"

"We can-"

"Go home, for fuck's sake! You're drunk, go home!"

Everything went fast after that when you let your clouded mind lead you back to your place, back to your bed. You didn't get any sleep that night.

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Ring. Ring. You bit your lip, praying that she would just pick up.

Ring. Ring.

Ring.

You sighed, moving the phone away from your ear, ready to press the red button until you heard a groggy voice.

"Y/N?"

You breathed.

"...Yeah."

You heard her sigh, as you felt your own body tense up.

"What do you want?"

You bit your lip harder, almost drawing blood.

"Come over," your voice almost broke, "Please."

"And then what?.. You want me to tell you that I fell for another straight girl, right into your face? Wanna make tell me that ‘We can still be friends after that make-out session?’ Wanna-"

You didn't let her finish.

"None of that. You'll see."

"Y/N."

"Come over. Would be a pity to ruin a surprise I have for you."

There was silence for a second too long and you wondered if she ended the call.

"...'Kay."

You said your goodbye and threw the phone on the couch. You hoped she liked red roses, chocolate cake and one nervous girl, who thought she was definitely straight, but fell for so strongly for a girl.

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A.n: Sorry for not posting anything in so long. Things have been pretty bad for me lately, but I hope you enjoyed this one-shot. Imma just dedicate it to the girl I have this stupid crush on ^^ 

As always, thanks @velvet-kissesss​ for editing and thank you all for reading!

Unlikely duo

Hitoshi Shinsou x fem!reader x Katsuki Bakugou Category: nsfw

Warnings: double-penetration, gags, sex toys, rough sex and all that nasty stuff.

Word count: 2,925

A.n: I really didn’t think I would write about Bakugou and Shinsou working together, but now i’m thirsty for more content.  Huge thanks to @velvet-kissesss for editing this huge blob of text and being so supportive!

You were watching your favorite TV show for what felt like hours when your phone, usually dry as hell, notified you about a new message. 

 You raised your eyebrows, not pausing the episode, thinking it was just one of your friends wanting to hang out and finally finding time in their busy pro-hero lifes. A dumb thought, really. 

 You unlocked the phone and felt your heart almost jump out of your chest.

 Shinsou🔥: You up, kitten? 

You: yeah, why? 

 Your breath hitched in your throat, a wide smile spreading across your face. Shinsou was your boyfriend who got pretty busy with the hero work, usually. Occasions like these were rare. 

 You quickly got the answer.  

Shinsou🔥: I think u know why

 You: Oh?? 

Shinsou🔥: how fast can u get here? 

You: like ten mins, i think 

 You wrote back to him as quickly as possible, throwing your phone on your sofa before going to your closet. Rummaging through your closet, you found a tight, mini-dress. Taking off your sweatpants and oversized, plain tee, you slipped into the dress, admiring your reflection in the mirror. You had no bra and didn't even bother too look for one, knowing that Shinsou would rip it off as soon as you got to the bed. 

 Maybe a lipstick would add to the look? Yes, a lipstick is always a good choice. You started applying it, until when your phone buzzed again. In the hurry you were in you tried to ignore it, but the phone buzzed a few more times, catching your attention.

 Shinsou🔥: Im giving u six 

Shinsou🔥: If ur late

 Shinsou🔥: You'll get a punishment

Shinsou🔥: So better hurry, kitten 😉 

 As you read the text, you felt your lower part throb in excitement. You knew you would never make it in six minutes and Shinsou knew that too, yet you still hurried - not to be on time though, just because the throbbing was getting unbearable.

 So you applied your lipstick as fast as humanely possible, locked your apartment, almost ran down the stairs, and finally got into your car. 

 Slamming your foot down onto the gas pedal, you drove out of the apartment’s crowded parking lot as fast as you were able to. 

 You reached Shinsou's big, mansion-like house 11 minutes later but almost bumped into one of the parked cars in his driveway. 

 Wait, one of them? You climbed out of your car, forgetting your desire for a minute, examining the other car.

 Did he have unexpected guests? Should you text him? After thinking for a moment you just decided to ring the doorbell, sending an awfully annoying sounding sound throughout his house. 

 It felt like not even a second later that Shinsou opened the door wide open. He was standing there illuminated by the hallway lights, looking like he was built by gods, or rather, was a god himself. You wouldn't doubt that - from his messy lilac hair, to his defined, muscular yet lanky and tall build - he was perfect from head to toe. Like he was made by the gods, or maybe was a god himself.

  Oh, and he was standing in his boxers only. Your eyes trailed down to them, his already hard cock clearly visible as he growled. Not saying anything, he just grabbed you by your wrist and shut the door behind you. 

 He didn't wait any longer to wrap his toned arms around your frame, caressing the small of your back and simultaneously crashing his surprisingly soft lips into yours hungrily.

 You opened your mouth, letting his tongue explore your mouth. At that, he slipped one of his hands into your h/c locks, threading through them and deepening the kiss. Your hands found their place in his hair gently tugging at his purple strands, producing a pleased grunt from him.

 Shinsou stopped for a moment and then slowly bit down your bottom lip, making you let out a moan.

 Your tongues explored each other's mouths but you felt your lungs burn with the need for oxygen. You attempted to break the kiss, but Shinsou only deepened it. He only letting you go after you flushed bright red from the lack of air. 

 Gasping, you wiped away the trail of saliva from your already bruised lips with the back of your hand, eyes almost watering as you desperately catch your breath. Shinsou was drawing in short little breaths too, as if not to show that he needed air like a normal human being. 

 Shinsou had both of his arms linked around your frame, one now travelling up your body, slowly reaching your breast only to slightly raise his eyebrows when he realised that you weren't wearing a bra.

 "Was this my punishment for being late?" you asked, obviously teasing him in knowing that each one of your words would make him more rougher in bed. Oh, how much you loved it. "Your punishments have gotten pretty weak, Hitoshi."

 His lilac, never-seen-sleep eyes explored every inch of your face, from your beautiful features and plump lips to your e/c, clouded with desire eyes. He couldn't wait to ruin you.

 Two of his long fingers pinched your nipple, bringing out a moan from your lips and making you tilt your head back.

 "Have you seen the car in the driveway, kitten?" he asked as his hand squeezes your soft breast, wanting nothing more than to suck at the soft flesh of it. 

 "So, you bought me a car as a punishment" you managed to be smug even when your breasts were touched by one of the most known, popular heroes of Japan. "Hitoshi..?" the question ended with his name, rolling off your tongue.

 Oh, if only you knew what things that did to him. He was going to ruin your pretty little pussy, until the only thing you remember is his name.

 "You wanna know who that car belongs to, baby?" he whispered, his breath hot against your ear. You could've came right then and there, just from the deepness of his voice.

 You didn't need to think of an answer to his question though, as a loud, growly voice shouted from Shinsou's bedroom, almost making you jump and making Shinsou chuckle.

 "Oi, you losers coming or what?

 You couldn't believe your ears, your mouth almost hanging open. Shinsou's satisfied, smug grin growing wider. 

 "Bakugou..?" you asked, still not believing what you heard. 

 Shinsou nodded, not explaining anything further, as his hands moved away from your boobs to grab your wrists and leading you to your bedroom.

  If you couldn't believe your ears, then you definitely could believe your eyes. There he was, in all his glory - Katsuki fucking Bakugou. You felt yourself getting more wet by the second, containing yourself from drooling. 

 The angry blonde was standing in only his boxers, his abs glistening with every step he took towards you, blonde hair messy and a wide grin clearly painted onto his handsome face, that looked almost perfect at this moment. You swallowed the saliva that was beggining to pool in your mouth. What was he doing there? Shinsou was never the one to share you, unless it was someone he really trusted, like Kaminari. But other times, he was repeating how you were his, and only his; a dirty slut to fufill all of his needs and wishes. 

 You wondered what made him change his way of thinking. Was he dedicated to punishing you?

 "W-What's he doing here?" you finally managed to speak out, making both men in the room chuckle. You, on the other hand, were trying to keep your eyes away from Bakugou's dick that already looked enormously big, even through his boxers. 

 "Oh, I just thought that Ground Zero here, could join me on making your little punishment more harsh. He was always one hell of a yeller in our school days, maybe now he can make you yell as loudly tonight too huh, doll?" Hitoshi grinds into you from behind, arms snaking around your waist, his lewd words almost making you let out a moan, as Bakugou's grin grew wider and wider. 

 You felt your pussy throb once again. The idea of being fucked by not one, but two of them - the hottest heroes of Japan, made you even wetter, if that was possible 

 "You always did look at Bakugou like you wanted to be fucked by him too so," Hitoshi buried his smile in your hair, nibbling at your ear with his hot breath tickling it. "I'm going to let him do. whatever. he. wants. with. you." every one of his words came out slowly, dragged out, almost making your knees buckle.

 Shinsou let you go, gently pushing you towards the hot-headed hero as he took a seat in the empty, comfy armchair, watching the show unfold. Your face was clearly painted with shock, since you expected Shinsou to be there too.

 Neither him, nor Bakugou seemed to see or, more likely, care about how confused you were. Bakugou was quick, not even undressing you, just ripping your short dress in half. You let out a yelp, as he fondled your already sensitive breasts, his mouth nibbling at one of the nipples, making you draw in a breath through tightly-clenched teeth as he bit down on it, tugging before letting go.

 He gives the other nipple the same attention, but his other hand was playing with the waistband of your panties. 

 You grabbed on to his broad shoulders as he sucked on your hardened nipple, but then he delivered a harsh slap to your ass that made your pussy clench around nothing. You didn't try to deny it - you always liked it harsh.

 "Look at your face," growled Bakugou as he chuckles, “All desperate for me to fuck you, aren't ya'?” he asked, tugging at your panties with one hand still on your ass. 

 You didn't dare to answer but then he landed another harsh smack, this time more painful, making you yelp in pain. 

 You nodded as an answer to his previous question. 

 "Use your words." he demanded, drawing hand back to smack your ass again.

 "Yes!" you shouted, before he could hit your bum but he still did it, catching you by surprise. 

 "If you want me to fuck you..." he taunted you, slowly kissing your neck, sucking on the soft skin only drawing away to continue. "If you want me to put my big cock into your tight little pussy." He was leaving a trail of hickeys all down to your collarbones. "To fuck you until you can't even speak. Then." he let his teeth sink into your soft flesh, making you whimper, hiding his smile by biting down harder. "You have to suck my cock first. Get on your knees, slut." 

 He took a step away from you and you instantely dropped to your knees, hitting the cold wood floor. The name he called you made you even more desperate.

 Bakugou's face lit up at your obedience, but when he got rid of his boxers, he froze for a moment. 

 "Oi, purple hair, you have nipple clamps and all that shit?" 

 Your eyes went wide, at the mention of that.

 Hitoshi, sitting in the armchair, stood to his feet, reaching an all-to-familiar closet and pulling one of the drawers wide open. 

 "Come take a look." he offered, sitting back.

 Bakugou ran his eyes through all the stuff that was there. Who could've thought that Shinsou Hitoshi and his little, beautiful slut were such a kinky couple behind closed doors? This drawer held everything he could think and not think of using.

 In the end he came back with only nipple clamps. He put nimple clamps on your nipples, cold metal and the feeling making you shiver. He ran his hand through your hair, grabbing a handful, pulling you a bit up from the ground. You were a bit confused. What did he want? It hurt when he pulled your hair like that. That's when he pulled out a big veiny vibrator he had also took from the drawer. Your eyes widened at the sight of it. Oh how you hated that toy. Hitoshi had only used it twice - one time when you were drunk and flirted with Shoto Todoroki and another time when you kissed Kaminari on the lips, when you both found youselves awkwardly standing under the mistletoe, and every one of those times it hurt like a bitch.

 "D-Don't use it, it will hurt." you mumbled, looking at Bakugou with a pleading look but he just squatted down, still holding your hair in a tight hold while removing your panties and leaving you bare.

 "Oh, I know it will," assured Bakugou, smile never wavering. "Now be a good fucking slut and sit on it." 

 Your eyes widened once again as he pushed the vibrator right under your bare pussy, lining it with your opening. You weren't even stretched out or ready, your only lube being your own juices. 

 "Bakugou, I'm not even read-" he didn't wait for you to finish your sentence, harshly sitting you down on the huge dildo, making your scream out through the room. It slowly stretched you out, making you scream even more when Bakugou pushed it in even deeper. Your tight walls were pulsating on it, pain almost unbearable, making you pant and groan. 

 "That's what I like to see." laughed Bakugou. "Now, your sweet boyfriend over there," he nodded towards Hitoshi, sitting on his armchair, legs crossed. "Has control over the vibrator remote. Don't know how high he'll set it, but if you come before I do, you're gonna regret that, slut." 

 You couldn't help but let out a moan. Even with the discomfort that the cold silicone thing inside you was giving, the thought of being used and abused by the handsome blond right before you was tempting. Bakugou threaded both his hands through your hair and you understood that there was no chance that he would let you go at your own pace. His cock looked even more big at this angle, it was a tad bit shorter than Hitoshi's, but definitely thicker. The vein at the underside of his cock made you lick your lips.

 "You really want my cock, huh?" gruffed Bakugou, and without any doubt pushed into your already open mouth. He was going slowly, not reaching your throat just yet. Just then, you felt the vibrator start buzzing inside you, making you open up wider and letting Bakugou slide in deeper. 

 His thrusts started getting faster, causing you to let out a muffled gag with almost every single one of them. That's when Shinsou turned up the power, overwhelming you to almost roll your eyes back. Your walls clenched around the toy, the fast pace that Bakugou set being almost too much to handle.

 He groaned, rutting his hips making you choke, but he didn't stop there, no. He pulled you towards him, not minding the choking and saliva already dripping down your chin. He didn't stop when your nose hit his pubes, now blocking your already limited ability to breathe through your nose. 

 The vibrator’s power increased once again, this time by a lot, you moan around Bakugou's cock, compelling him to let out a low moan. He held your hair even more tight, and snapped his hips even at the more animalistic pace.

 You grabbed his thigh, trying to remind him that you needed to breathe, but he only laughed. 

 The little ball of pleasure at the bottom of your belly started increasing and you couldn't even think about stopping yourself, when the sudden increase of the vibrator's speed became unbearable, making you come fast and hard, unable to breathe, white dots painting your vision, moaning around the cock that was stuffed down your throat, riding out your orgasm. 

 "You came," Bakugou spit out, almost disguisted and pushed you off his cock, making you gag at the loss of it, cheeks bright red, from the lack of air and embarrassment, "I wasn't even half-way there." 

 You still moaned, eyes rolling up, dildo working as hard in your tight hole that was already too stretched out at this point. It was almost not that bad at this point, even though it was literally pushed into you with no foreplay. 

 "Turn it off, eye-bags," he scoffed. "I have a better idea." 

 Shinsou surprisingly complied and you pouted, now only left with the unpleasant throbbing around a big dildo. 

 Bakugou once again, lifted you up by your hair, one hand harshly pulling the toy out of your hole and throwing it to the side. "Take a gag and come here." he ordered to your purple-haired boyfriend, who, without your knowledge, had been pumping his cock to the view the whole time and was now even harder than before.

 Shinsou searched through the drawer when he finally came, a cock-shaped gag with a strap on in his hands.

 "Put it in her mouth." once again ordered Bakugou, taking a step away. Shinsou looked down at you, pushing your hair away from your face the look in his eyes loving.

 "Open up, kitten." he requested and you obediently did so, to which he smiled. He slipped it in your mouth, the cock almost hitting your throat, but even if not, still making your jaw ache. Hitoshi clipped the lock behind your head and secured it tightly. You were now left without an ability to speak. 

 Then he pulled out a collar, one that was very familiar to you. Now without you being able to say anything, you couldn't say that you were against his fucking pet-play. 

 His cold hands ghosted your neck, giving it one soft squeeze, as if testing the waters and then he secured the collar around your neck. He made it way too tight. It seemed like both of them wanted you to suffocate today. 

 He led you to bed where Bakugou was already waiting. Shinsou took you by the shoulders, softly biting at your shoulder blades. 

 "You ready for Bakugou's cock, kitten?" You awkardly nodded, the cock stuffed into your mouth, making it sore. Bakugou lined up with your entrance as Shinsou was now held your waist, slowly easing you down on Bakugou's cock, the blond growling at the feeling of how tight you were.

 Even after you've been stretched out by the dildo, it still hurt and you felt tears start roll down your checks, but Hitoshi was quick to kiss them away while holding you tightly from behind. He turned your face to the side, kissing your gagged lips. 

 You were thankful for the care, but you just wanted to feel Bakugou move inside you. Wondering how good he'll actually feel. You wiggled your butt, trying to get him to move, or make Shinsou move you but you only got a harsh smack landed on your already sore ass

. "Don't even dare moving, kitten." hissed Hitoshi, danger lurking somewhere in his tone, making you quiver. "If you do, I just might have to tighten the collar and shove my own dick down your throat instead of this silicone shit." the thought made you shiver and clench harder on Katsuki's cock.

 "Woah, she's really a little fuckin' masochist, isn't she?" asked Bakugou, as if you weren't even in the room. 

 "Yeah, that's the best part." chuckled Hitoshi, his long fingers ghosting over your breasts, squeezing them like some kind of stress ball. You sat there, on Bakugou's cock, while Hitoshi whispered all the dirty things he wanted to do to you when finally, Bakugou snarled.

 "Enough with the dirty talk, just stuff your dick in already, ya' freak." he growled , making your eyes as wide as plates. 

 With your main hole occupied, you were most certainly sure he would take your other hole, but you didn't even want to think about it - if he had the same mindset as Bakugou today, then this was gonna hurt. You couldn't handle another cock showed down your hole again, you might just rip in half. 

 "Don't worry, he's not gonna ruin your sweet little asshole." chuckled Bakugou. He didn't show that at all, but he just wanted to move as fast as possible. The way your walls squeezed his cock was making him crazy. 

 That's when it hit you and you started thrashing around, only to be stopped by Hitoshi's death grip that was most definitely going to leave bruises.

 "I know what you're thinking, but your hole won't rip if you take two cocks at once." he assured, slowly lining up with your entrance from behind, and then leaning against your ear. "And even if it does, do I look like a give a shit?" With that, he slowly slid in, making you scream around the gag. Grabbing onto Katsuki’s shoulders, you dug your nails into causing him to groan. 

 Shinsou never ever tried shit like that, even when he invited Kaminari to join and spice things up.

 When he was fully in he stopped, letting you adjust. You couldn't help but draw short breaths through your nose, trying to get adjusted to being stretched out so so much. You felt so full, that you couldn't even think clearly. 

 The boys waited another moment, until they started moving, slowly and evenly at first, but then taking different rhythms, making it feel so much better.

 Shinsou played with your breasts, softly caressing your skin with his lips, calling you kitten, love and babe while thrusting slowly and deeply. 

 Bakugou, on the other hand, circled fast circles onto your clit with the pads of his fingers, shouting at you all these profanities, calling you a cock-hungry slut, a bitch and all that, while his thrusts were shallow and piercingly quick, sometimes deeper.

 Both boys groaned and it still hurt, but the pain was forming into mind-clouding, hot pleasure and you moaned into the gag, when you felt Shinsou tug at your collar, making you let out a choke at which, his thrusts got faster. 

 The bundle of pleasure was once again beggining to pool at the bottom of your belly, white dots painting your vision, their thrusts and dirty words taking you into a whole new level of pleasure. 

 They came almost at the same time, painting your inner walls with their hot seed, and you came soon after, stars dotting your vision, eyes rolling back, breathing deeply, slumping back to Shinsou's chest, trying to not close your eyes. 

 They didn't pull out just yet and their hot cum was beggining to spill out, at which, Shinsou groaned. 

 "Pull out." he ordered to Bakugou and the other male groaned at the displeasure. 

 "Fuck off." he answered, not following his orders.

 "Pull out or I'll never ever even consider inviting you to one of our little sessions." growled Shinsou and you squeezed on their cocks, making them slightly growl. "I might as well invite Kaminari or Midorya." 

 Just from hearing the latter name, Bakugou's brows furrowed and he hesitantly pulled out, leaving you with only Shinsou's cock. 

 He somehow still having the energy and was hard once again. Shinsou pushed you on all fours and fucked their mixed seed into you, making you moan around the gag. 

 Bakugou got under you, lifting his head up, taking off the nipple clamps to suck on your sensitive nipples and that's when you realised that oh, this was far from over. 

 You were stupid for thinking that they would satisfy themselves with just sticking both of their cocks into your tight little hole.

 The rest of the evening was just them switching between who got to fuck you and arguing about it, until they just took the gag out and after that you couldn't even tell who's cock it was in your mouth and who's in your hole. You didn't really care, you were too wasted to care.

 But even when you couldn't think straight anymore as you were shouting out their names mindessly, you still managed to think that this was the best punishment Shinsou had thought of yet.

 And somewhere, deep down, you hoped to be punished again and again and again.

Maybe we should ALL steal like 8 penguins from the zoo, to live a longer, happier and healthier life.

No, I will not explain.

Listen. I think Sero is the best at giving hugs, and by extention cuddles. He's just so warm and his arms would hold you so tight, make you feel safe and loved.

Like late at night while you're making some late night tea or getting a snack, he'll just hug you close and gentle sway you both from side to side as he whisperes a song you may not know.

Or early in the morning, when you're both so tired and not yet ready to start the day, he'll pull you close to his body and gently rub your arms and legs absentmindedly as he tells you all the sweet nothings on his mind.