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Hi! I’m a small account on here, but my requests are always open! I’m out of ideas, but I hope some of y’all will be able to help me out with that.

I write for GenshinImpact, Honkai Starrail, Bluelock (certain characters), MHA, Demon Slayer, Haikyuu! and many other shows, so if you have any reqs, just send in an ask! I wont bite (probably)

Requests always open!

Hi! I’m a small account on here, but my requests are always open! I’m out of ideas, but I hope some of y’all will be able to help me out with that.

I write for GenshinImpact, Honkai Starrail, Bluelock (certain characters), MHA, Demon Slayer, Haikyuu! and many other shows, so if you have any reqs, just send in an ask! I wont bite (probably)

MANGA BUDD𝗶ES࣪ !

prohero!kirishima x prohero!reader

genre: smut, p with plot (kinda)

word count: 1.8k

warnings: MINORS GET OUT!! not proofread, dub-con (aphrodisiac pheromones), joke gone wrong, bunnyquirk!reader (like rumi), kiri has an abnormal dick (inspired by @makoodles dragon dick series), hotheaded reader gets drunk on c-u-m, bakugo slander bc why not, copious amounts of cum, mentions of drowning in cum, unrealistic sex, breeding, impregnation kink, cervix breaching (if only i could do this irl, sigh), creampie, overstimulation, and kiri’s dick is sensitive ⛲️

+a/n: this was actually something i’ve had on my mind ever since i read makoodles’ dragon dick kiri. it’s just perfect and so addictive that i think i go back to read their dragon dick kiri works every week.

++ “eiji, would you like me to suck your cock for you?”

𖥻 MANGA BUDD𝗶ES࣪

manga buddies from childhood, you and kirishima were never the type to shy away from a manga, preferring to keep your heads submerged into the pages as you fantasised about the different worlds you travelled through manga to manga. kiri was the silent reader whereas you would admire the heroes in typical hero vs villain mangas, barking at the villains when they got good hits on the heroes.

you swore you would be a hero just like rumi usagiyama and not long after, kirishima joined you in the pursuit of your dreams. even after following each other to ua, you still would end up in either of your dorm rooms, one silent and the other yelling profanities at 2d fictional characters. you were his bakugo 2.0. maybe that was why you couldn’t stand your best friend’s lesser best friend; he was just an extra.

you stuck with each other after ua, deciding to both continue pro-hero work with each other. you were his sidekick; the sidekick that would often be seen butting heads with ground zero in public after missions before being dragged away by an embarrassed red riot.

you basically lived with him, barging in whenever you wanted and sometimes getting tossed back out by bakugo. you would stomp your way into the penthouse after a stressful mission with two mangas in your hand, throw one at kirishima’s face, and then make yourself at home.

“what happened this time?” he grumbles, tired red eyes following you as you stomp past him and towards his bedroom door, noting how your white bunny ears flatten down against the sides of your head.

you pause in front of the brown door and his eyes wince shut, dreading what you’re about to do. you pull your arms back, give a shout and then kick your leg out, demolishing eijiro’s 16th door in the last month. “you have got to stop doing that, ___.”

“stupid fucking katsuki,” you mutter, struggling to climb onto a 6 foot tall bed that seems to always be hard to get onto when you’re angry. “and this stupid fucking bed,” you scream, thrashing about on the bed. kirishima can’t help but smile at how cute you are. with your legs dangling off of his bed and your demonic yelling into his duvet, you still look so precious and adorable to the number 5 hero.

“here, here, stop screaming…” he pushes up on your thighs when you drop your legs, hating how good your skin feels against his calloused hand. kirishima also can’t help but peek at your signature camel toe, eyeing the way the white latex clings onto your puffy cunt, defining your cute clit. his mouth waters. his eyes travel upwards to find your bountiful ass hanging out of your tight leotard; he loved how the latex sat snug in-between your ass cheeks.

your suit never failed to make sure he was trending the day after a mission for the big bulge between his legs.

“who has a bed this fucking tall…?” you grumble, clambering onto the bed. you don’t notice the red eyes burning into your ass as you wiggle your way up, too busy smoothing out the wrinkles and crinkles on your cover of bleach. sitting up, you turn to face kirishima. “oh— you’re red.”

your manly bestfriend stares at you with wide eyes, cheeks redder than his hair, and a hard-to-miss bulge in his grey sweatpants. you furrow your brows and squint at the impressive boner. “do you have a boner?” you ask, leaning over the bed’s edge to peer down at it. a bead of sweat rolls down eijirou’s temple. startled, he stumbles back when your head snaps back up. “did i give you a boner?”

kirishima stands stiff, stupefied at your question. he’s a pro-hero that has to put up with the weirdest shit on missions and off missions. from cowardly villains asking if he could just use their mouths as a replacement for their punishment, to fans asking if they could get a picture of his asshole for their rendition of a more accurate version of his new merch doll— he’s heard it all. but this— this question makes him shrivel up and wish he was six feet under.

“n-no…?” he hiccups.

“don’t you hiccup when you lie…?”

the way you narrow your eyes at him, raising your right eyebrow, like you do when you interrogate villains, and the way you scrunch your face up sends goosebumps through his body. he’s done for.

this time in a much more deeper, grovelling voice, he scoffs, “no, what? of course not!” lifting his chin, his chest puffs up and his jaw locks in place. even though he’s well into his 20s, you know he’s still attached to the word ‘manly’ and still frequently wonders if he’s reached the peak of manliness yet. you think he did ages ago. but you watch the heave of his chest stutter and the sweat roll down his temple (only to be intercepted by a quick swat) and you can’t help but scoff.

“eiji, would you like me to suck your cock for you?”

𖥻 MANGA BUDD𝗶ES࣪

“mmph~!”

kirishima was disgusted by your question. so disgusted that he dropped his pants and released his weeping cock within seconds. to say you were surprised about what hid in your best friend’s boxers would be an understatement. how could you have not noticed it throughout your 23 years of friendship?

“glurk glurk.”

now, you were obviously just joking… but it was so hideously marvellous. with bumpy ridges lining his thick, pulsing purple veins and a swollen base that definitely would not be fitting inside of you, he was so different, so ‘h-hot~!’. you made the mistake of sniffing it. after that deep sniff, you weren’t like yourself. it was like cupid’s nastier, ovulating twin had just hit you with her bow and now you were the one ovulating! with hearts for eyes, a leaking, soppy cunt for a vagina, and hentai, breastfeeding tits for breasts, you couldn’t help but give it just one lick…

“ah~…”

one lick turned into two, two turned into three and so on. but it was all just a new experience that you wouldn’t be regretting later on… who knew that eijirou kirishima had a big, fat—

“cooock~!”

trembling, his knees waver and his hands scramble to get a good grip on your hair, tilting your head back. you give him a dazed smile and whisper, “please, daddy~!” kirishima’s eyes almost fly out of his head at your plead. an unfamiliar, foreign rush sends hard, violent shivers throughout his tensing body. and then, kirishima eijirou lets out the most satisfied moan he’s ever conjured up in his 27 years of living.

hot spurts of white cum splatter against your face, almost hitting your eye. “fuuuck~!” your tongue lolls out of your mouth for a taste and, god, he tastes so sweet! you imagine what the insides of his balls looked like; similar to the oompa loompas in willy wonka’s chocolate factory, there would be miniature yous stirring the white liquid with giant sticks, prepping it for your cunt.

you pant, grinding your latex-covered clit against your palm. the sight of kiri cumming is so fucking hot; his eyebrows are furrowed, his head’s thrown back and his eyes are shut. his moans are so melodic you think of recording them to use them as asmr to fall asleep.

but you soon notice that he’s been cumming for over 30 seconds now, and the evidence of his non-stop firehose is all over your face, suit and hair. you know that if you don’t think of something quick, you would drown in his seed— not that you mind.

like a pro, you close your lips around his cock and within seconds, your cheeks are bloated. you shuffle closer to him, taking more of his cock in, because what kind of best friend would you be if you didn’t let your best friend use your throat? his cum fires down your throat and straight into your stomach for a good minute before he finally opens his eyes and, god, was he in for a surprise.

his usual demonic, rabid and hotheaded best friend’s stuffed to the brim with his cum. your eyes smile even though a thick string of his cum had flung over your right eye, your cheeks are blown out with his seed and your face is painted over with hot, white goo… was he dreaming? your eyes beam a hot pink and your pupils are hearts. they’re oddly similar to the aphrodisiac villain kirishima fought the day before; the same villain that begged him to fuck their mouth. he thought he was able to deflect the horny asshole’s hits but now, he isn’t so sure.

“oh shit…” he whimpers.

you’re still swallowing what’s left in your cheeks with that dazed, cum-drunk look on your face. kirishima knows that once the horny, aphrodisiac pheromones had left your system, he was in trouble. but… does he really have to stop here?

your lips slide off the head of his cock and you hold a hand to your mouth and belly, struggling to swallow the last portion of thick cum. “mmph~!” dropping your hand to cradle your full stomach, your mouth finally opens with a burp and hot steam slips past your cherry lips. “m-more, eijirou~…” you moan, letting your tongue tease the head of his cock.

you don’t want him to stop, at least in this intoxicated state of mind, so why would he?

𖥻 MANGA BUDD𝗶ES࣪

“please, daddy, breed me!” you hate kids. “fucking impregnate me, knock me up, eijiro! please, i need it so bad! i looove you~!” you didn’t love him that much.

this would be an afternoon to regret.

your legs shake and your eyes roll back as kirishima’s mouth lolls open mindlessly. “i-i’m gonna—!” he doesn’t finish the sentence before he’s shoving his entire 9 inches into you, breaching your battered cervix and emptying his entire load inside of your pulsing womb, leaving no space for any leaks.

you’re greeted with another toe-curling orgasm as he floods your inside with a sticky white and ruts into you like a wild man. “i’m s-so s-sorry,” he keens and drops his head to your shoulders, drooling onto you as he continues fucking his cum into you.

your eyes tear up with your mouth releasing the most pornographic moans but the littlest twitches of your hips and clenches of your tiny cunt have him crying out, pressing his hand further into your swelling lower abdomen and spurting even more cum into you. you can feel the obscene amount of cum pooling around where you two are connected, even though he’s plugging you up so much that you think you’re about to split in half.

with a firehose thicker than your arm, a fat knot at the end of his cock, and a scent that drove you crazy, your childhood bestfriend had ruined you for any other man. you’re so painfully full that your eyes roll into their corners and your tongue wags out of your mouth and your hips hump back up into him;just like out of a hentai.

“s-so full!”

“you look pregnant already,” kirishima mumbles, rubbing a hand across his face. “what have i done…”

heavier, leaking tits, wider hips, and a ‘oh, i’m 6 months pregnant!’ belly: you literally tick off everything on what a doctor would call ‘the pregnancy criteria’. you’re lying on your back, cum all over your torn hero suit, and you’ve finally passed out. he doesn’t know how many rounds you went, or more worrying, how many times he came inside of you. if you really weren’t on birth control, he would be in trouble. he doesn’t know what he’s gonna say when you wake up and the dick pheromones are out of your system (hopefully).

but one thing he does know,

is that he’ll be making regular visits to that villain from now on.

#manga buddies; fin.

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do not steal, modify, or publish my work.

K𝗶TTEN !

ceo!aizawa x fem!reader (ft. mobster!toga)

genre: smut, established relationship, pwp

word count: 2.5k

warnings: MINORS GET OUT!! not proofread, consenual sex, aged up characters, messy fic, reader’s living their best life, unrealistic sex, infidelity (shota & toga r cheaters), oral (f receiving), fingering (f receiving), protected sex, squirting, using a gun as a sex toy, overstimulation, pet names (kitten, pretty & princess), dom!aizawa + sub!reader, dom!toga + sub!reader, and aizawa has cameras everywhere… ⛲️

+a/n: aizawa ft. toga ver. of an old jungkook ft. lalisa fic because… why not? also, this is only chapter 1 (chap. 2 deffo isn’t coming anytime soon though…). i have more things with toga and aizawa coming soon + a little pt2 drabble of the great kacchan will be out soon!

++ “so naive, so clueless, so fuckable.”

𖥻 K𝗶TTEN

aizawa grunts and throws his head back as he fucks into you with all he has. his fingers press his mark into the supple skin on your ass.

fap! fap!

you think the condom just might snap off from the way he’s so desperate to finish off.

“f-fuuu—!” eyes closed, you keen as you thrust your hips back into him, body shaking as you fight the build-up of pleasure that dares you to cum. aizawa moans your name and gives one last thrust into your cunt, feeling your walls throb around his member and clench around him.

“fuck,” he groans, spilling into the condom that’s rapidly filling with hot spurts of white. his hips stutter and his hands knead your asscheeks, pulling you back towards him. he finds the little strength in him to pull out and sit back on his wavering knees, pulling off the soaked condom and tying it up before disposing of it.

you pant, fingers still digging into the soft cotton of his marital pillows. your face is swirled with a deep red while your swollen, overstimulated pussy cries for climax. you can feel his stare burning into your trembling body. within a second, you’re flipped over onto your back and blessed with his glare.

he stares down at you with a look that could make you cum on its own. you whimper when he shifts downwards, resting his head in between your thighs. he can see the begging in your teary eyes; he can see you begging him to let you cum.

watching a tear roll down your face, his fingers slip inside you. they pound into your cunt over and over again. your arm shoots out to grab his pumping arm, hips bucking up into his fingers. you shout and tense, looking down at aizawa’s hard stare with pleading eyes. the obscene wet sounds your pussy make when his fingers thrust back into you; the warmth of his tongue snaking around your clit;  you needed to cum.

“cum for me,” he demands.

a silent scream rips from your throat and your hips wildly buck up into his palm, body spasming from his continuous rubbing on your g-spot. aizawa quirks an eyebrow and glances down at your squirting cunt, feeling little sprays on his palm. dazed, you mindlessly fuck yourself back onto his fingers. it hurts so good but he still doesn’t stop fingering you until you beg, and beg, and beg. that’s what punishments were made for though.

pain.

“kitten,” he mumbles, fingers tiptoeing across your torso. “will you be repeating the same mistake again?” you shake your head no.

“words, baby, words,” he groans, kneading your thighs with threat. you sniffle, peering down at him through your wet eyelashes. most of his long, black hair is out of his face, slicked back. but a few strands fall to the side of his face though, framing his sharp lines. his eyes show no emotion but you can see the warning hiding behind his nonchalant manner.

you clear your throat, looking away. you might’ve been crying, but you loved this. that’s why you did the shit he hated on purpose to bring out this side. the side where his eyes looked crazed with madness. the side where he would fuck you till you forgot how to recite the alphabet. the side that made you feel owned.

“it wasn’t a date,” you mumble quietly but you aren’t quiet enough. aizawa digs his sharp nails into your bruised skin. you cry out and attempt to escape his wrath, turning onto your side and darting upwards . but he’s quick to lean over your body and yank you back to him with a firm grip on your neck.

on his knees, aizawa has your back pressed to his naked chest. your bodies connect from your back against his chest all the way to his cock pulsing in between your lips. “i didn’t hear you,” he says. “say it again.”

when you remain silent, he draws back his cock, as if he wants to fuck you all over again. but this time, you know he won’t let you cum.

“i’m sorry,” you whisper. “i won’t do it again…” your lie works. he shifts away from you and you await his usual touch and his usual aftercare. but he does nothing.

your head snaps back to aizawa and you wear a sour frown. you glare at his defined ass and chiselled back as he saunters towards his grand en suite bathroom. “i have a meeting in an hour with the shareholders,” he says, “i’ll be late.”

now, you’re annoyed.

𖥻 K𝗶TTEN

“didn’t i buy you that?”

you furrow your brows at your lover and tilt your head to the side. he’s dressed in a suit (that probably costs more than your rent) and was fiddling with a button on the arm of his white shirt when you caught a glimpse of the one-of-one wristwatch sitting on his wrist.

you hum, “i did buy you that…” you smirk and sit up in the bed. aizawa stops what he’s doing and looks back at you over his shoulder. “with my card,” he grumbles. he emphasises ‘my card’ as if you should care.

you don’t.

you shrug, “still a decent anniversary present, no?” you remember when you left the watch on his nightstand wrapped in your lace thong. you wonder if his wife got to see. you wonder if you wanted her to see. would she even care?

“no,” he deadpanned, glaring at your grin through the mirror. “himiko won’t be back tonight.”

“with a girlfriend?” you tease with a raised eyebrow and he chuckles, nodding. “so unfaithful,” you dramatically scoff as you stand to your feet, grabbing his shoulders and turning him to face you.

“the new one. don’t think the girlfriend knows that there’s other girlfriends too, though.” you laugh, lacing the tie’s material around your fingers.

“she must be hot,” you mumble with a nod.

“she isn’t,” he sighs but can’t let himself look away from your beauty. bottom lip tucked in under your upper lip, eyebrows knitted in determination; you were everything a man like him would want— sorry, a married man.

you scoff, “you’re only say that because she won’t let you fu—”

“how are you so unbothered?” he speaks lowly, narrowing his eyes at you. but he’s right to ask that, how are you so unbothered when she could easily hop into the hetero lane and decide he’s her next target?

“just because,” you reply. when you finally get the tie done without his help (for the first time in forever), you give him a tight-lipped smile.

he stares down at your face; he stares at the warm smile lighting your cheeks at this time of the night.

you were what he needed.

“but if you do wanna fuck her… i say go for it! i’ve seen her in magazines like that one about hot 20s and also on the news and—oh my god, shota! she’s sooooo pretty—!”

“i’m leaving.”

𖥻 K𝗶TTEN

you babble along to shawn mendes’ ‘teach me how to love’, blowing bubbles in your wine. your naked legs thrash around in the glowing pool as the song blasts through the many speakers. it’s only been an hour since aizawa left after checking up with toga to make sure you had the mansion to yourself.

“to me,” you mumble and raise the glass to your lips. as you swallow, you glance around the room, admiring the grey, marbled pillars and hefty rocks placed at the edges of the lengthy pool. the indoor pool’s theme made the huge room look more like an ancient greek bath. but where was your handsome hercules to scrub your back?

“why can i hear shawn mendes…?” a voice calls out and you splutter on the red wine, neck twisting to find where it came from.

there’s a woman standing at the other side of the pool, dressed in a black suit that shows off her deliciously long legs bottomed off with black heels. but you’ve never been this scared before. no, seriously, you feel as if you’re about to die. because the woman standing before you is,

“m-mrs aizawa.”

“toga,” she corrects you, “mrs toga.” her citrine eyes look as if they’re glossed over with tears and you rush to your feet, leaving the glass by the pool.

“uh…”

she giggles and raises a finger to her eyes, “oh, i’m not crying— i actually don’t cry. but i got into an argument with a girlfriend at dinner. and she threw fresh onion slices at me— plus knives.”

“oh,” you breathe.

you don’t dare to look away from her. you know what business she’s in. her ash blonde bangs can’t hide the obvious irritation on her face and you think it’s best if you start running. but just as you take a step to the side, she sighs and draws a gun from behind her.

“hmph,” she pouts, “i really didn’t wanna do this today.” she whines, “haven’t i been through enough?” like i barely got the other one off of me…” with a frown on her face, she picks at a suspicious red splatter on her chest.

“u-uh…”

“don’t stutter,” she grumbles, lowering her head. “stutters piss me off.”

you swallow, “aizawa told me you wouldn’t be home today.”

toga finally gives you a good lookover and realises what’s going on here. raising her eyebrows, she gasps, raising her gun to cover her lips. “are you the one that did that thing with the thong? the, uh… oh my gosh, the red one?!”

you want to nod, but you’re also fearing your life. you don’t know how she would react. so you start to shake your head. but what if she later finds out that it was you? how would she react to a lie?! so you shake your head no, but say “yes.”

“what is this?” himiko’s gun drops to her side and her face deadpans. “is that a yes or a no?” she looks stunned with confusion but you think that if you were in her shoes, you would be confused too.

“it’s a yes,” you speak clearly, “the one-of-one watch. i bought it for him.”

“wow,” she scoffs, turning to the side. “wow, this is…” she even drops to crouch by the pool, staring into the water. “so what does this mean?” toga says, impassively. “shota’s cheating on me now. why is he having a better time cheating than i am? this makes no sense.” the syllables shoot out of her mouth so fast that you struggle to understand everything apart from the long silences when she takes a pause.

with her face long and inscrutable, she stands and tucks the gun back into her trousers.

“where is he?” she stares at you with an expression that makes your skin crawl with fear…. but your cunt clenches. and you kind of wish she had the gun out again.

huh.

her hand begins to reach behind her again. “a-at a meeting,” you rush out.

“hm,” she hums and looks over you once more. “and he left a beauty like you alone? with nobody to protect you from the dangers of this world? from me?” she grins evilly as she starts to make her way around the pool, the sound of her heels meeting the tile echoing across the room.

you step back. but it doesn’t help that you’re at the left end of the pool and it would only be a ten second walk for her to get to you. “do you want me to call him…?”

“don’t bother,” her sick grin grows even bigger at the colour draining from your face. you know what this means right?” she smiles and steps in front of your frozen body, raising a hand to caress your cheek.

“no…?”

“oh, sweetie,” she coos and lets her hand fall to your neck, running her red nail down to your exposed collarbone. “so naive, so clueless, so fuckable.” your breath hitches in your throat and you somehow maintain the eye contact as she curls her finger around the collar of your oversized shirt, peeking inside.

“gosh, i should protect them… right?” toga glances up at you, biting her red lip.

“i can protect myself…” your voice comes out quiet and tiny compared to the harsh and strong tone you had in mind.

“oh, no, no, no… pretty, don’t you know?” toga starts off, cupping your chin with her index finger and thumb. “princesses are put in castles— towers… they’re meant to be protected.” she emphasises ‘protected’, ending it with a click of her tongue.

“we even go so far to keep them high up and away from the lowly kinds of us. we bring them gifts, all to make sure they know we respect them. that we’ll treat them well…”

she lowers her face to yours, being slightly taller in her stilettos, and keeps her craving eyes on your parted lips. “and i’ll treat you well, princess.” that’s the last thing she says before her lips come crashing down on yours.

you whimper into the kiss, letting her lips dominate yours. she forces her tongue into your mouth. however, she’s still expecting you to push her away— to stay loyal to aizawa. but you don’t.

instead you willingly moan into her mouth, leaning upwards to get more of her plushy lips. toga groans, satisfied with your greediness.

your clit quivers at the way she softly cups your breasts. her thumbs run over your hardened nipples, treating you like a real princess. “so pretty,” she mumbles against your lips, giving one last nip to your lower lip before pulling back from you.

toga turns on her heels and sashays away from you, leaving you like putty in the hands of the devil. she stops and turns back to you, “what are you waiting for? strip.”

you raise your eyebrows and let out a small sound of understanding, pulling her husband’s shirt off of you. now bare for the wife to play with, you shiver.

if you couldn’t even hold back from her tempting lips in his own home, how did aizawa last 3 years?

himiko continues swaying her perfectly shaped hips from side to side, long fingers coming to the back of her to grab at the black weapon. she does it at ease, putting it on safety in a swift thumb maneuver before tossing it aside— into the pool.

it isn't too long before she’s peering up at you, holding your thighs apart as she catches your violent squirting in her mouth.

her other hand’s busy rubbing the nozzle of a gun (that’s now been taken off of safety) against your clit, but she’s now thinking about just shoving it into you. and as if you couldn’t be anymore frightened, she shot a round right beside your head, piercing a pillar.

you fear what she could do to you right now. toga could easily slip and pull the trigger, kissing you goodnight.

but you should’ve been scared for something else. seriously, how could you forget?

aizawa had cameras everywhere.

#kitten; fin.

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don’t steal, modify, or publish my work.

N. S. F. W.

hero!hawks x assistant!reader

genres: fanfic, smut, [p with a sprinkle of plot], drabble series

word count: 1.2k

warnings: MINORS GET OUT!!! dub-con (both aren’t sober), afab/f!reader, tiny mention of drugs, implied infidelity, hawks & his heat problems, mirror sex, marking, unprotected sex, unrealistic sex, overstimulation [would it be my fic if there wasn’t any], copious amounts of cum, cervix fucking [shameful i know], heavy breeding kink, a lot of creampies, and implied impregnation [that will be dealt with in the otherother drabbles because we do not condone mistakes guys!!].

series masterlist: N.S.F.W

+a/n: one day, i’ll have a fic without creampies… one day 😔.

++ “look at you, little dove… you were fucking made for me.”

drabble one - ‘forgetting something?’

hero!hawks that ends up finding assistant!reader in a nightclub and engages in certain inappropriate acts with them, accidentally triggering his heat. one sniff of the club’s air and he realises you’re ovulating… and, of course, he ends up fucking you dumb in the club’s bathroom, breeding you like tomorrow doesn’t exist.

but… he’s forgetting something.

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keigo didn’t remember.

he didn’t remember how you’d found each other in this club— the hero and his assistant, both high on ecstasy. he didn’t remember how it was the way you were grinding on him that triggered his heat that wasn’t due for another 2 weeks. he didn’t remember how it took only one sniff of your fertile body before he was dragging you away to the bathroom and fucking you like you were his.

but that didn’t matter.

“h-hawks!” you cried out, slapping a hand onto the tiny bathroom’s mirror to steady yourself against his constant and desperate pounding. your pleads and moans only seemed to drive him further into his mania, fucking his cum deeper into your stuffed cunt.

you could feel his cum sloshing around your womb already.

panting, he let his eyes drop away from you in the mirror and fall to the vivid evidence of your breeding.

it was so crude. how your creaming cunt swallowed his cock as he drove into you and how it clung to him as he drove out of you, moaning lewd squelches; how his seed spluttered out of your pussy with every thrust; how you both sloppily joined together as one.

“oh god.”

it was everything to hawks.

the hero’s clouded vision dragged up your body to the base of your neck. obviously, you were unmarked. he didn’t even think you knew about marking or any his quirk’s shit. but still, mind shrouded in primal instinct, keigo felt a unbearable ache in his gums. it was a tempting burn, it dragged him towards your virgin skin.

somewhere behind the heat in his mind, he was on his knees— begging himself to not do it; to not forget what he was already forgetting.

but hawks was never one to listen.

his mouth clamped down on your skin, canines breaking through your claimed flesh, and he marked you.

unaware of the consequences behind his actions, he slurred a moan on your tainted skin and his drooping eyes beamed up at yours in the mirror with a drunken smile.

naturally, a wail tore out of your throat at the stabbing sensation burning your neck, and your body fell forward, away from the mad man. but keigo was quick to cross a hand over your chest and drag you back down his cock, loving the way your cunt swallowed him whole. the way he slipped back into your overflowing cunt distracted you from the sting of his marking. drunk on the lewd way he fucked the shit out of you, you gurgled a string of unintelligible moans, pushing your ass back against his pelvis.

“oh, fuck,” you keened.

as quick as he was to pull you back to him, desperate keigo snapped back into your cunt, battering your soft cervix. lost in overstimulation, you heard his groans behind the wet, obscene sounds of your stuffed, drooling cunt, filled to the brim with hawks’ virile cum, and his soaked, slapping balls, soaked with the remnants of both of your previous orgasms.

“n-no, ‘s too much,” you sobbed. your knees were buckling, body struggling to endure hawks’ pounding, and your vision blurred with hot tears, clit throbbing with overstimulation. desperate, keigo ripped his hand away from the sink to hoist you back up on his dick, slamming deeper into your pussy.

his heat would never let him pull out.

his lips had barely left his bruising mark before you heard him snap a guttural groan, “you can take it.”

removing his hand from your chest, he grabbed your face, smushing your cheeks together, and forced you to look at him. at this angle, heat-oppressed keigo could finally see his full effect on you, not obstructed by the smudges on the mirror anymore. streaks of mascara stained your cheeks, your lips were swollen and a bruised red, and your pussy clung to him like there was no tomorrow.

he groaned, “look at you, little dove… you were fucking made for me.”

his lips met yours with desperation. you melted into the kiss of the national hero, chasing his tongue. you could feel his thrusts became more sloppy than they already were, and he could feel his final climax tightening around his mind. slapping a hand onto your clit, his fingers wrestled with your erect clit, tweaking and smushing the throbbing bud into your fourth orgasm.

“g-gah,” you keened.

your lips parted, a silent cry leaving your raw throat, as the overstimulation washed over you in a chill. fucked out of your mind, you shook in his arms, cunt creaming and quivering around his pistoning cock.

hawks relished in the way your ovulating pussy clamped around him. his thrusts got more sloppier, desperate. his fat tip pushed through your battered cervix. the feeling of your soft walls strangling him left keigo with no other choice but to breed you.

his eyes rolled to the back of his head, his thrusts stuttered, and his moan broke into a wail.

“i-im c-cumming,” he cried.

you keened,

and, once again, keigo flooded your ripe womb with his thick, white cum, fucking through your cervix like a mad man. you doubled over, cumming once more on his spraying cock. “oh my god~,” you slurred, clenching harder on the hero breeding you. he cried out, collapsing onto your back, shuddering at how your walls wrenched him for his cum. he was forced to halt his thrusts as your cervix, too, tightened around his cock, mercilessly milking him for all he had.

still shuddering with his violent climax, hawks dropped his head to your bruising neck and inhaled the intoxicating scent of his mark, ghosting kisses across your skin. his ears wallowed in the sound of your whimpers above the muted sound of the club’s songs. it calmed him: his breathing slowed and his grip on the sink loosened, washing the mania away from his mind.

although your pied cunt still quivered around his softening cock, your body stuttered as it tried to regulate its ruined conditions. ruined for any other man, your cunt had been battered into the shape of hawks and your womb was stained with keigo takami’s name.

your eyes drifted away from the empty bowl of the sink to the mirror, and fell on the blonde bush of hair cowering in the side of your neck. the fuck had sobered you up, but you wished it hadn’t. the number 2 hero had his dick inside of you. your boss had his dick inside of you. “fuck,” you thought.

you winced.

somebody had to say something.

“h-hawks—?” you started, but you were cut off by the foreign sound of a notification that definitely didn’t come from your phone. it was his.

ping!

another ping, and keigo finally finished out his phone from his ruined joggers. his sticky fingers skidded over the screen, almost failing to input his passcode, before the white background of imessages blinded him, drawing a grumble from the hero. his clouded vision cleared, and he saw the message.

“eh...?” he squinted at the message. the hero wasn’t heat-sober enough to recall the context behind the message.

cock still resting inside you, he blinked.

hawks, finally, remembered.

my dove 🕊❤️: where r u??

#nsfw series; only just begun!

DECEIVING THE DUKE : TODOROKI SHOUTO x READER

SUMMARY: When Camie Utsushimi elopes on the eve of her society debut, scandal threatens to destroy the family’s prospects. It’s up to you, a maid, to impersonate Camie throughout the Season, long enough that her elder sister can make a match. The only trouble? Lord Shouto Todoroki is also intent on making a match—and that match, quite impossibly, appears to involve you. TAGS/WARNINGS: regency au, class differences, hidden identity/identity porn, aged up characters, eventual smut, fem pronouns + afab reader NOTES: Part of the Romancing the Reader collab with @ofmermaidstories and @cat-slippered LENGTH: 30k, STATUS: COMPLETE

part i : In which a debutante goes missing and a scheme is hatched.

part ii : In which a ball is attended and snacks are thrown.

part iii : In which a handsome duke appears and an escape is foiled.

part iv : In which a duke comes calling and a resolution is formed.

part v : In which sculptures are mocked and feelings are realized.

part vi : In which a gift is given and a close encounter occurs.

part vii : In which passions are exchanged and a scandal is discovered.

part viii : In which an identity is exposed and a journey is undertaken.

part ix : In which a promise is made and a future awaits.

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