I Saw This And Said Out Loud In Front Of The Mother Droid Yuh Papi Got Grip. $)3&hdhs He Hagfish I MEANT

I saw this and said out loud in front of the mother droid “yuh papi got grip.” $)3&hdhs he hagfish I MEANT “O’l dude got drip.” Why is my brain like this!

Let me just place this in my back pocket...for tonight.

Bakugou in a skirt being a bully to his girlfriend. Flashing her his ass by lifting up the skirt a little bit then he laughs at her response to the flashing. He would totally sit with his legs opened while having a smirk as he call you over to top him off and calls you his dirty girl for sucking him off while he’s wearing a skirt.

He’s digging into your spirit with a skirt on. Calling you all types of names.

He’s the type to buy matching skirts and fuck you in them calling it pretty bitches fuck pretty bitches as he have you bouncing on his dick while recording the whole thing.

Honey. I saw this like an hour after you sent it and literally had to set my phone down. I told my best friend about this ask and now she won't get off of my neck about writing it LMFAOOOO

You deserve your ass ate for this one fr

Note: this is long and unedited bc I wrote it on my computer and my shit crashed after I finished and saved it so sorry for any mistakes lmao enjoy!!

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“You gonna put your skirt on too, or are you just gonna gawk at me in mine all day, princess?” 

Bakugou’s husky voice abruptly brought you out of your focused stare on his lower half. You hadn't really expected him to go through with your...request. Nor look so fucking good in it. 

Weeks ago, you asked your boyfriend Bakugou if you two could get matching Dynamight skirts that you saw on a hero merchandise website. Expecting him to freak the fuck out and give a definite no, you were surprised when your boyfriend snatched the phone from your hands and brought them with his own card. 

Now, here the skirts are. Yours is laying on the bed, an obvious size too small, as Bakugou stands at the mirror on your closet door, looking himself over. He glances at you in the mirror, watches the way your eyes travel from the exposed skin of his cutoff tank to the skirt that barely brushes the tops of his thighs. Fuck, he looked so fucking hot in it. 

He smirks at your obvious drooling, flips the skirt up slightly to show the bare expanse of his ass. And he wasn’t even wearing any underwear, the cheeky slut. You gasp, eyes widening as you resist the urge to walk up and smack the pale flesh. 

“Shit, I know I look good, but are you gonna put yours on or what? I didn't buy this shit for nothing, sweetheart.”

You snap your head up to finally look Bakugou in the eye. The cocky fuck, he can't keep his smirk off of his lips as adjusts the skirt. If the bottom of his ass was hanging out, then that had to mean--

Sucking in a deep breath, you will yourself to turn around and put your own skirt on. You squeak when Bakugou slaps your bare ass as you pull your sleep shorts down. He sits beside where your skirt lays, eyes your naked thighs and stops you as you go to slip the black and orange skirt up your thighs. 

“What?” your voice is shaky, a struggle as you try to maintain eye contact and not glance down between his spread legs. You know if you look down, then you you're probably going to sink down before you even get your own skirt up your legs. 

“I’m not wearing anything under this, so you shouldn't either.” 

His ruby eyes are sharp, another smirk playing at his lips as he pulls you in between his knees and tugs at the band of your panties. You smile, brush his hair back from his forehead as you hum and let him slide your panties down your legs. Bakugou helps you step out of them before leaning forward and planting the smallest kiss to your mound. As he pulls back, a glistening shine between your thighs catches his eyes. 

“You wet already from this, princess?” 

You shiver, nodding, as you bite back the whimper in the base of your throat. Bakugou snorts, pressing a kiss to your belly button before handing you the skirt and leaning back on his hands and knees. He watches you with keen eyes, pulls his plump bottom lip between white teeth as his eyes rake over your form slowly. 

Your hands shake as you step into the skirt and pull it up your thighs. When it’s settled into place, Bakugou immediately grips your hips in his hands. He swishes you softly from side to side, eyes locked on the soft skin of your thighs before he pulls his hands away. 

“Do a lil spin for me, princess. Let me see the back.”

You follow his directions, feeling so small under his piercing gaze as you face away from his eyes. His hands smooth over the back of your thighs, down to your knees, up until he brushes the skirt over the swell of your ass. He squeezes the flesh tight there, jiggles it in his palm, before directed you to turn back around. 

Resting your hands on his shoulders, Bakugou keeps you at half an arms length away to continue looking over you silently. You take the time to finally do the same--and holy fucking shit. 

His cock is at half-mast now. A slight bump in the skirt as his tip peaks from under the soft material, a small darker spot prominent on it. The sight is so lewd, the way he spreads his legs even further after noticing where your eyes have wandered. He grins at you evilly as he nods down to his lap. 

“Wanna suck me off that bad?” he asks, to which you immediately nod. “All because I’m in a skirt? You're fucking disgusting.” 

You whimper at his tone, dig your fingernails into his skin as he hisses at the contact with a smile. You feel yourself panting, twisting slightly in spot to get some friction going in between your wet thighs. Bakugou stares at you for a moment before dropping his hands back on the bed to lean on them as he cocks an eyebrow at you. 

“Well? It ain’t gonna suck itself.”

The words immediately get you into action. You drop in between his spread legs, feel him wind strong fingers into your hair. He shoves your face in between his thighs, forces your cheek to cuddle against the wet spot on his skirt. 

After your cheek is sticky enough to his liking, Bakugou rips you back by your hair and slightly tugs the skirt back to reveal his length. The material pools in his lap, bunches up slightly as his thick cock juts proudly up in the air and smack against your waiting mouth. 

He gives you no time to tease, no time to build up, to have his cock leaking a copious amount of precum. No, he holds his cock steady, slips the tip into your mouth and begins to quickly bob you up and down the first few inches. You fight back the urge to choke, squeezing your thumb and your eyes shut as you hum quietly around his cock. He groans, tightens his grip in your hair as he throws his head back. 

“Such a nasty bitch. Turned on by sucking my cock, just because I’m in a skirt. You my dirty little girl?”

His voice is strained as he holds your head still to start bucking into your mouth. Its faster than you're used to, but the feeling of him abusing your throat only makes the wetness between your thighs spread immensely. You nod as much as you can in his grip, eyes glancing up to see his red ones half lidded and staring down at you. You moan louder this time as your feel his socked foot slip in between your thighs, dropping your mouth open to allow more of his fat dick inside of your wet mouth. 

“Fucking slut. Grinding on my fucking foot, you didn't even realize you were doing it, huh? Must just be by nature to be a thirsty whore to get your fucking rocks off.” 

He’s gritting his lip, eyes barely open as precum starts to thicken inside of your mouth and slip down your throat. Every time you choke, he pulls you off for a second to catch your breath before shoving you back down. He pushes your head down until your nose brushes the fabric of the skirt. There’s a wet patch from the spit and pre that has rolled down his shaft, making you shiver and subconsciously grind down harder onto the foot underneath you. 

You can tell he’s getting closer by the twitch in his hips. You try to help him along, swirling your tongue and pressing against the prominent veins and the underside of the head of his cock when he pulls back to rest his length on your tongue. He grunts, eyes squeezed shut as he roughly pulls you off of his cock completely. You suck in a deep breath, still rolling your hips on his wetting sock now. 

Bakugou sits back on his hands again, trying to catch his breath as he lets you use his foot to get yourself close to an orgasm. He lets you go at it until he can breathe evenly, reaches forward to snatch you up into his lap and scoot back on the bed. 

He stills when his back is against the pillows, stares up at you for a minute and even smiles softly at your fucked out face. You giggle, quietly rejoicing in the quick and soft domestic moment as he puckers his lips for a kiss. You meet him halfway with a sigh, slipping your tongue into his mouth as you two kiss sensually until you start to lose your breath. He whispers in between kisses,

"So pretty, you're so pretty."

Pulling back, you settle more on his lap, making you both groan as your wet cunt slides over his own spit soaked cock. He lets you grind against him for a few seconds as he reaches over on his night table and picks up his phone. You whimper, already knowing where he's gonna go with this as Bakugou smirks up at you.

"Cmon, put it in already, slutty girl." He grumbles, one hand pointing the phone to where you sit on his cock, the other rubbing your thigh encouragingly.

You nod, biting your bottom lip as you lift on your knees and grab his shaft to position him under you. You tease his tip at your folds, earning you a warning growl, before slowly sinking down onto his length. It takes a minute with no prep, but the wetness of both of you helps make the slide a little more bearable.

When you finally can sit fully on his cock, your legs tremble violently. Eyes clenched shut, you drop your mouth open to a moan, shifting with every scratch and rub of the soft material of the skirts.

"Feel good, princess?"

Bakugou rasps as you feel his own cock jump violently inside of you. You buck roughly on his cock, making you both groan as you quickly nod your head.

"So good, s'good, baby." You're slurring already, slit pulsating at just the feeling of his cock splitting you open. With a soft smack to your thigh, that's all you need to get going with bouncing on Bakugou's cock.

"Hold your skirt up, dirty girl."

He whispers, using his own hand to push up one side to help encourage you. You nod dumbly, leaning back on your knees to lift the skirt up with both hands, fully exposing your wet cunt swallowing his cock repeatedly. Bakugou groans, lets go of your skirt to circle your clit with his thumb quickly. He chuckles low, strained and rough in his chest as he speaks more to the phone than to you. You hear his words anyway, which makes you clench violently around him.

"Look at that; a pretty bitch fucking a pretty bitch."

You cry out loudly, thighs faltering for a second as you gush a new wave of slick around his cock. Bakugou grunts, bucks his hips into yours as he whispers about how tight you are quietly. Tired of your slow moving pace, he sets the phone up on the night table to stand and keep recording the two of you.

When he pulls his upper body back into place, he grips your hips hard in hand and immediately starts hammering into you. You can only scream, eyes crossing as your mouth hangs open, creating a line of drool that makes another mess on both of your skirts. You struggle to keep holding it up, fingers clenching and unclenching around the material as you sit up on your knees to let Bakugou fuck up into you roughly.

"If I knew putting on a fucking skirt could make your pussy this fucking wet and tight, I would've done this shit months ago." He grunts out, thighs and balls smacking loudly against your dripping thighs and ass. You try to respond back but he tightened his grip on your waist to slip his thumb onto your clit and rub it roughly.

You can't even warn him before you're coming, back arching dramatically as your eyes roll into the back of your head. You let out the most unholiest scream as you gush around his cock, a few tears leaking from your eyes as Bakugou curses and continues fucking up into you.

With a numbered amount of sloppy thrusts into your still orgasming cunt, Bakugou cums inside of you. It's wet and messy, a slick sound coming from between both of you as he grunts and moans out a string of curses as he fills up your cunt.

You whimper in oversensitivity as he grinds his softening cock inside of your ruined walls. Bakugou finally stills, allows you to drop onto his stomach and chest as he laughs and snatches his phone up to turn off the recording. The both of you lay there exhausted for a few minutes as he kisses your forehead and rubs up the expanse of your back.

"Should I order more skirts?" He asks gruffly, making your snort softly. You nod into his neck, lean up to pepper kisses against his pulse.

"Please do. You ruined both of ours."

"No you ruined them from your fucking slick--"

"No you ruined them from your fucking cum--"

"No, you--"

Needless to say, you both purged his Pro Hero credit card and brought 12 different pairs of matching skirts, thigh highs, and maybe even one or two pairs of panties--that definitely wouldn't be yours.

I’m sorry but cocky Deku with man bun.....HE IS SO FINE I JUST WANT HIM t-t-t to push me in the ground and fuck me stupid GOD HELP ME

literature masterpiece right here that...that was life changing 👏🏾👏🏾👏🏾😭🥰🥴

heavens // t. keigo/hawks

A/N: my take on the roommates theme for the bnharem collab! honestly didn’t know where i was going with this one and it seems a bit random/rushed so i apologize in advance but hope you enjoy nonetheless! 

CHARACTER PAIRING: Takami Keigo/Hawks x F!Reader

WORD COUNT: 3,491

WARNINGS: oral (f!receiving), some language 

SYNOPSIS: despite his growing popularity, you two remained steady roommates, which confused you to no end. what was his true motive in keeping you around? 

And they were roommates! Click here to read more!

Hawks was an interesting character to say the least. when you first moved in, you weren’t all too sure what to expect. he was, at the time, a fairly popular hero, but nowhere near the status he held today. he was charming, suave, friendly and it seemed genuine at the time. things went downhill quick though as his popularity rose and along with it, his annoying, god-like tendencies. 

what you didn’t understand was why he kept you around after all this time. you didn’t necessarily need to live with him still, but as he got more popular and therefore gained more money, the areas he lived in grew nicer and nicer until you were on a gorgeous top floor penthouse with a stunning view, all for the price of your original, dingy apartment. what you could afford on your own would be nowhere near the luxury that he was offering. that’s why you stayed, but you weren’t sure why he offered to let you continue to stay with him after all this time.

sure, you were friends, got along for the most part and when you didn’t, stayed out of each other’s hair, but he didn’t owe you anything and you certainly didn’t want to feel like you were in his debt. yet something attracted the two of you together continuously despite it all. 

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So I was cleaning listening to my “falling in love with 2d characters” playlist and Love by Keyshia Cole came on and I thought about Dabi.

Im thinking of writing a slow burn love story with Black Fem! Y/N,cute right yuh sooooo I was thinking about all Dabi simps...why aren’t we in a fucking clinic. Think about your in love with a fictional burnt pshyo mass murder with ✨DADDY ISSUES✨....correction ✨FaMiLy IsSUeS✨ but like WHY,are we ok?

The answer is no over here but like damn,why don’t I care that if he felt like he could kill me in my sleep because I looked at hawks wrong and he wouldn’t even care he killed me....anyways that’s it

(Like he’s killed children....but I’d never snitch on daddy)

Happy birthday to my husband....that’s it.