Total Man Whore Right There

Total man whore right there 👍

N' when he just wakes up and has messy ass hair and tired eyes 😩🥵

not to be so horny on main, but when bakugou is home, all he wears are those super tight black boxer shorts

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Hey people!

My real name is irrelevant, but my online persona is Lilith. She/they/I honestly don't care.

I'm new, young and English is not my mother tongue. BUT I like smut and cute fluff!

I write occasionally but don't expect anything major. Mostly drabbles and horny shower thoughts.

I really am not much of a weeb. But I have watched mha/bnha.

Anyway, enjoy my bullshit ❤️✨

(also, please don't interact if you're under 18. I can't keep you from reading, but if you interact I will have to block you.)

Love y'all ❤️✨

- sincerely Lilith 🙈

(lmk if you'd like me to make a tag list or you wanna be mutuals ❤️)

Aaaghhhh!!!!! I'm s creaming

a longer, more insane version of this post. @dcsiremc, you always give me the most insane cases of brainrot, i swear tw: yandere

"Please, please, my boyfriend! He's trapped inside, you have to save him!"

Bakugo took a brief second to look into your eyes — tear stained and wide with fear — before he unwillingly ripped them away to gaze at the burning building in front of him. He had a job to do.

"Don't worry," he reassured you, large hand on your shoulder guiding you further away from the flames. He gently shoved you in the direction of the sidewalk, closer to his peers already working to douse the fire, urging you to safety. "I'll take care of him."

Bakugo knew that time was of the essence. A house like yours, the burning flames could eat up the old wooden walls quicker than one could even blink. They could do a lot worse to a person.

Slipping the bulky shield over his face, he took quick strides into what was once your home, unafraid of the inferno. Body crouched low to peer past the thick smoke, he surveyed his surroundings. The walls had begun to crumble, revealing the large structural beams that held the skeleton of your home together — he could see the jagged, rusted nails poking out here and there. Above him, the panels that had once made up your ceiling began to droop and fall, weakened by the flames.

Passing by an open doorway, Bakugo peered into what looked to be a living room. The large space had already been engulfed. Your once warm and inviting space was charred. The billowing curtains were reduced to nothing but tatters. And on the floor, the single butt of a once lit cigarette — the start of the fire — thrown in through your always open window by a bum teen looking to make a quick buck. It would burn in the flames, along with everything else, leaving no evidence behind.

His survey was interrupted by a hacking cough coming from what he assumed to be the kitchen. Bakugo followed the sound, dipping low to avoid touching the doorframe that had begun to sag with its lack of support. The fire in the room burned hot and he had to squint past his mask to see into the smoke. It didn't take him long to spot his objective.

"Help, please! I hurt my ankle trying to escape, I don't think I can walk!" The helpless calls of a man — your boyfriend — pleaded.

Bakugo blinked slowly, stepping closer to the heap of a person huddled on the ground, trying to escape the smoke. He was curled up in a corner, one hand around a wound that spilled bright blood from a gnarly gash. It was likely given to him by one of the few fallen support beams surrounding the man, their nails sharp and biting. As Bakugo stepped forward toward the man, he heard the burning roof above him creak and groan.

"You the boyfriend?" he asked, voice only a few decibels above casual conversation — just enough to be heard over the fire.

"Yes, yes, please! Save me! I have to get out of here, I have to get back to her!"

Under his mask, Bakugo's lips curled into a sneering smirk. "Perfect."

He crouched low to the ground, gloved hands hauling up one of the support beams. With a heavy grunt, he lifted it, giving the man on the floor just enough room to begin crawling toward him. He watched as your boyfriend felt the floor with closed fists, gingerly picking his path toward Bakugo's boots.

When he was close enough, Bakugo dropped the support beam on his back.

Wind knocked out of him, the man on the floor could only let out a gasping groan as Bakugo placed one of his heavy boots down on the support beam. "What are you doing?!" he tried to scream, but the smoke in his lungs only made it come out as a wheeze.

Bakugo jerked his boot down, pinning the man to the floor and digging rusted nails into the flesh of his back. He reveled in the strangled cry the man made.

"Just keepin' my promise and takin' care of you," he responded, voice low and dark. "Shame I couldn't save you before the fire killed you."

He ground his boot down even further onto the support beam before stepping off, satsified with what he'd done. Crouching low once more, he picked up the man's face with a gloved hand.

"Don't worry, I'll take care of your girl." The man couldn't see the crazed look in Bakugo's eyes nor the wide grin on his face as he added, "Well, suppose she's my girl now."

Letting out a breath that was just shy of a laugh, Bakugo stood once more to leave. He ignored the pleading cries of the man on the ground as he stepped his way out of the kitchen. On his way out, his sharp eye caught the sight of a metal canister tucked away in the untouched part of your kitchen. Walking over to it, he smirked.

"Glad to know she likes camping," he muttered to himself, picking up the small can of butane you'd left attached to a portable stove. It felt heavy, full with fuel. He glanced back over to your boyfriend. "No evidence left behind."

As he left the room completely, he tossed the canister back into the flames of the kitchen. Maybe it had been overkill using the tiny crackles of his quirk to initially ignite the gas, but he couldn't take any chances. Running out of the building, he escaped with just enough time for the explosion to only lick at his heels.

Outside, Bakugo could already see you sobbing, tears leaving track marks down your soot covered skin. The scream that left your throat at the realization he'd left your home alone almost made him feel bad. Almost. But as you clung to him, overcome with emotion and needing the support of anyone that breathed, he knew it would only be a matter of time before you'd forget all about the man still left inside to burn.

It would only be a matter of time before you'd be completely and irrevocably his.

your house burnt down: @dcsiremc, @bakubunny, @bookcluberror, @dizazter-dragoon, @pastelbakugou, @dreamcastgirl99, @darkstarlight82

I very much like this and appreciate the algorithm for sending it my way 🙌

aaaa these are so cute y'all, do this picrew with your fave/faves rnrn!!

I did chuuya and fukuzawa, my two bbs !

tagging (no pressure :D) : @seiiushi @sukiischaotic @iovetecchou @aypiyai @doukeshi-kun @maislovebot @lovedazai @hannzai @nkogneatho @kentopedia @satocidal @dazaisslave @yandere-romanticaa @blkkizzat + anyone who'd like to join!!

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okay okay, so since @bakubunny was kind enough to give a helpful guide on the differences, I decided to practice a bit. i am. still unsure if i got it right, but it was fun trying 😂

in the mornings with dad bf!eijirou

You wake to the gentle graze of lips against your cheek, stirring you from sleep as they press soft kisses to your skin. "Up and at 'em, sweetpea," Eijirou murmurs, voice low, still husky from grogginess that still grips at him.

A soft whine escapes you, the frigid air of the morning a stark contrast to the heat from the man lying beside you. It runs a shiver down your spine and you curl into yourself, eyes screwing shut tighter and brows furrowing. "Five more minutes," you rasp, unwilling to let go of the dreams still playing in your mind.

There's a low chuckle from the man beside you and he kisses your cheek again. "Okay, okay, five more minutes."

Despite his agreement, you still feel the dip of the mattress as Eijirou shifts. You pry an eye open, watching as he groggily gets up from his place beside you with a big stretch, sleep addled muscles popping and groaning. He stands from the bed, large strides taking him out of your view as he moves to stand by your side of the bed.

"I'll go get breakfast ready," he says quietly into your ear, pressing another chaste kiss to your temple as he reaches over you to pull one of his pillows up to your side. You envelop it in your arms, squeezing it and inhaling his scent that still lingers to the fabric. Eijirou pulls up the thin blanket pooling around your waist, settling it along your shoulders and tucking you in. "I'll bring it up when it's ready."

Before he leaves, he presses one final kiss to the tip of your nose, telling you to get back to sleep while he started the morning.

in the afternoon with dilf!eijirou

You step outside onto your front porch, cold glass of water in your hands. The condensation on the glass dampens your skin, collecting between your fingers and running down the back of your hand, but you don't seem to notice. Your attention is focused elsewhere.

It really was unfair how good Eijirou looked while doing yard work.

Hair tied up halfway to stay out of his face, you could see the beginnings of his black roots. His hair was matted with a thin layer of sweat, the sun high in the sky warming his tanned skin and adding to the collection of freckles on his shoulders that had accumulated over the years. The heat of the day had him foregoing a shirt, giving you the perfect view of his broad shoulders and muscular back, lined with scars that only seemed to add to his charm. When he turned around, your eyes moved to the slight pudge of his stomach, perfectly complimented by the black trail of hair that disappeared beyond the waistband of his shorts.

"That for me?"

His sudden question ripped you away from your ogling and a flush of color tinted your cheeks from being caught. You nodded, holding out the cup of iced water to him.

"Thank you, baby." Walking over, Eijirou placed his hand over yours, trapping it between his palm and the frigid glass. He bent down slightly, moving the cup toward his lips and taking a slow sip. Not once did his eye contact with you break. "Such a sweet girl for making sure I'm hydrated."

Your ears filled with the sound of his low chuckle as he watched your blush darken.

at night with daddy!eijirou

Toes curling and chest prickling with a flushed heat, you could feel that pool of arousal deep within your belly beginning to fill, threatening to overflow. With your knees pressed close to your chest, it took all you had to simply suck in breaths of gasping air, only for them to escape you as garbled moans. Eijirou was moving fast, the steady rhythm he'd built up bullying his cock into the deepest parts of your oversensitive heat.

You panted out a cuss, lips trembling as you stuttered, "E-Eiji, so close. Fuck, gunna cum..."

A whine left your lips when he slowed in response, deep thrusts turning shallow as he nipped at your neck with sharpened teeth. "You know that's not how you ask, baby," he said into your skin, tone a low and needy growl.

Your request came out as half a sob, wanting nothing more than to feel that delicious friction again that would have you hurtling toward release. "Fuck, please daddy", you begged, turning watery eyes toward him. "Please, please, wanna cum daddy."

You were rewarded by a deep roll of his hips, cockhead grinding against the spongey spot inside of you that had you seeing stars and struggling to breathe.

"That's my good girl," Eijirou rasped, once again picking up a pace that would soon have your back arching off the bed.

tags: @dcsiremc, @bakubunny, @bookcluberror, @dizazter-dragoon, @pastelbakugou, @dreamcastgirl99, @darkstarlight82