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00zs · 3 years

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𝙄𝙣𝙪𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙞 𝙏𝙤𝙜𝙚 - 𝘽𝙪𝙣𝙣𝙮

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flakes/notes:[ahshdjsahahahaha,,i had this idea for so long, yet had no idea how to write it correctly, hoping i do😭. i am not really one for pet play, but i am hornee for the bunny pet play idea, so i might just give it a shot!! please get off this fic now,,it's very smutty guys😩.this is so unedited lmao]

warnings:[pet play (bunny babe toge), pegging, overstimulation, breeding kink, mention of heat, lots of foul language, dildo will be mentioned as cock lots of times,, please just don't read any further if you aren't into any of this,,😭❗❗❗]

He was your little bunny. You would take care of him, bathe him, take him out on small dates, you were prepared for anything with him. He always loved being touchy with you, he was your cute bunny boyfriend. The ways his ears flopped down when he was sad, the way his nose scrunched up in embarrassment, his cute feet would tap quickly when happy. The small details in his features you were always so familiar with.

Now this, this was different.

His pale, peacefully calm face was now flushed red, sweaty. His nose was scrunched up, eyes teary, lips twitching. His feet were tapping on the floor rather quickly, his bunny ears folded just a bit.

He was on top of you, bouncing on the eight inch dildo that was curved so nicely. Drool leaving his bruised lips, he was gripping your breasts, crying. Your boyfriend was in heat.

You gripped his hips, pushing him further down on your toy. You were almost as sweaty as he was, it had been around nine rounds of your pretty little boyfriend cumming all over.

You never thought he'd last this long, ever. Just a few hours ago he was laying in your bed, curled up in your sheets, squeaking, humping your pillow, shoving his digits in his ass. The whole room smelled like sex, his moans never going unheard, the sound of skin slapping for hours on end.

Toge was getting tired of riding you, his thighs were covered in sweat and cum, his whole body felt so sensitive. Heat pooled his stomach, exhaustion never fully hitting him, he needed more, he wanted more. He wasn't satisfied yet, and you knew that.

You held his hips in place, thrusting up, finally pressing his g-spot again, his cock was red, untouched, drooling cum. It dripped down onto your stomach. "J-Just a little more, babe, cum one more time, next one will be a nice surprise," you groaned, his fluffy ears shooting up. He nodded, fucked out of his mind, trying his best to meet your deep thrusts.

He felt his head tilt back, the deeper you pressed into him, the more his cock twitched. His puff-ball of a tail has been twitching up each thrust of your hips.

You brought your face closer to his chest, sucking harshly on one of his buds, having him use his hands to push down on your head. Your hands moved down from his hips, moving towards his ass. You give him a spank, resulting into him jolting up a tiny bit.

You gripped his ass, palming his fluffy tail. His eyes rolled back, squirting his cum out in between the two of you. Your movements slowed down, and you pulled out of him. He began shaking, not liking the feeling of being empty.

He was already so hard again, he needed more attention. He grabbed your hand as you went to get up, and squeezed tightly. You watched tears fall down from his eyes, shaking his head.

You only smiled softly at him, laying a kiss on his sweaty forehead. "I'll be right back, it's a surprise, remember? I'll make my bunny feel super good, do you trust me?" You asked, bringing your hand he was holding up to your lips, kissing his fingers. He could only nod, thighs clenching on your cum stained floor.

Once he let go, you quickly made your way to the closet, grabbing out a toy you have yet to use on him. Today was special, it's what his heat needed.

You fixed the toy on you, making sure it fit before approaching your cute, bunny boyfriend once again.

His teary eyes widened, cock twitched as he saw the toy that was strapped onto you. It had to be around ten inches. And Toge was correct.

"Bend over, you're well prepared to take this tonight, you've been so good, and slutty for me," you positioned him.

He wiggled his ass a bit, feeling the toy rub against him. "My slutty bunny was so amazing today, so well behaved even on your heat," you started, filling him up with just the tip, his ears shot straight up. The thickness of the cock made him question if he could really take it, but those thoughts were quickly overshadowed by the heat burning inside of him once again. "It's filled with cum, lots of it just for you, Toge," you smirked.

His curiosity couldn't even be shown, you shoved the cock deep down inside of him, his whole body jerked forward from the force. It was only halfway in, yet he filled so full.

His bunny ears twitched, drool leaking his lips again. He was going to keep his head down into the carpet, but you wanted to hear him this time. You tugged on his hair, making Toge face up.

You slammed inside of him, using your hand to hold down his hips, keeping him in place. You kept thrusting in and out, inserting more of the cock inside of him little by little. To say his face looked fucked out of his mind was an understatement. It was as if your bunny went dumb on you.

"D-Deeper~" he moaned out, pushing his ass back on the huge cock. His words worked like magic, literally. You stopped pulling his hair, bringing your strong hand on the other part of his side. You held him so well, he wanted to praise you more, how good you were fucking him. The next move he didn't see coming, nor did you, but his words worked like a charm.

You started drilling the cock fully into him, pushing each inch into his tightness. If only you could see how flushed his face was, hearts formed in his eyes, he was sure he was seeing stars at this point.

You were balls in deep inside of him, barely pulling out each quick thrust. He was so fucking filled with your cock. The force was so strong, his cock slapped his tummy each time you slammed into him.

"Gonna breed my fucking bunny, gonna have cute little bunnies hopping around, gonna fill you up with so much cum," you began groaning out, slapping your hips into his.

Of course it was impossible to breed him, yet he was so turned on by it, he began squeaking under you, sobbing in bliss.

You felt his whole body twitch, his bunny ears folding down again, twitching in some sort of pattern. You slid your hand down to his tummy, you could feel the bulge from the cock move in and out of him.

He felt too good, he was seeing white. He was being fucked stupid by his girlfriend. If he could say more, he would. Only basic commands could be heard from him, along with his loud string of moans and whines. The squeaking never stopped.

"Fi-Fill me~!Breed me~!" Toge choked out, eye twitching from the overwhelming amount of pleasure.

"Fuckin' take it, whore, take all of it,"cock slamming into him once again, the balls pressing against him, causing his insides to be sprayed and painted with your white "cum". His cock squirted once again all over the floor. This must've been the best orgasm of his life. His body never stopped twitching, he was spasming all around your cock.

You gently pulled on his twitchy, fluffy ears, watching his abused cock still spray the floor with cum. You pulled out, he fell to the floor, ass up. The "cum" leaked all out of him, fucking waste.

"Are you satisfied yet, Toge?"

He shook his head quickly, wanting to be filled more with the hot cum. You already knew his answer. You patted his ass, and smirked. "You're not wasting a drop this time, we won't stop until your belly is swollen with cum," he could only blush, his bunny ears shaping into a huge heart above his head.

Let's make that the second best orgasm of his life.

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00zs · 3 years

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Your lips, my lips

A/N: I just want to lewd Toge’s curse mark so badly you have no clue lmao but yeah, this was meant to be a drabble but my brain rot says fuck me career + the usual rustiness I felt after not writing smut for a long while has returned so I do hope that this is at least somewhat decent lmao

Pairing: Inumaki Toge x f!reader

Description: One move of his lips, and you were at his mercy.

Warning: oral (receiving), overstimulation, kinda forced orgasm but not exactly?

Word count: 1783

Having the sole source of his powers plastered across his face meant guarding it at all times, the sight of Inumaki Toge with his collar down and mouth out was a rare sight that was reserved for either the outbreak of conflict or a state of absolute relaxation, where he did not have and did not need to have his guard up.

It felt oddly intimate and borderline invasive to see him with his face as it was, uncovered and out for you to stare at shamelessly. The two eyes of the snake linked to the corner of his lips winking as he lowered his gaze in bashfulness, the lines wrinkling up as he bit his lips.

The first time you kissed, you felt the clear wave of power evading your cavity at the initial brush of his lips against yours.

If anyone asks you what Inumaki’s curse was like, you would reply that it was an electrifying feeling, of power filling your veins as a rush of warmth.

His eyes were half-lidded when he pulled back, a string of saliva connecting your bottom lip and the very tip of his tongue. The soft flesh was still darting out, like he was reminiscing the feeling of you lingering on his skin. The crisp lines of the marking on his tongue were barely visible, showing and hiding as its owner finally slipped it back in with a faint blush on his face as he smiled.

If he couldn’t say it as it was, then he would let the entire world know that not even his favourite thing could compare to you.

‘Tuna mayo.”

He wasn’t sure how to feel about how much you seemed to like the mark on two sides of his face. Your fingers always going to it when you were cradling his face in your hand, nothing but a force of habit and pure adoration when you tenderly traced the lining of the eyes before trailing to the frowning corner of his lips.

“Okaka.”

Don’t look at the mark, look at me.

At times like this, he preferred showing you just how much brute force he held in the marks you so loved.

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00zs · 3 years

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Adoration | Bakugou Katsuki x Reader

♡тωσ ιη тнє ριηк, σηє ιη тнє кιηк: вαкυgσυ + ριηк ¢υм♡

Love is in the air~ Happy Valentine’s Day guys! Here is my contribution to The Sewer’s Valentine’s collab!

Please go and check out all the other amazing creators here!

Warnings: 18+, princess plug, pink cum, ass play, rimming, pegging, creampie, cum swapping, bratty bottom Bakugou.

Word Count: 6.7k

Valentine’s Day was never really one of your favourite holidays. Sure, you loved the premise of dedicating a special day to show the person you love how much you’re thankful for them and enjoying the opportunity to exchange gifts and cards. Hopeful that you’d receive a massive bouquet of roses that you could use to make your friends jealous, but of course these feelings meant nothing when you were single. Valentines Day when you were single became an instant reminder of just how alone you were, a day that you would treat like any other just so you could avoid that feeling.

That was at least, until you met your boyfriend. Now you found yourself wanting to experience these new things alongside him, especially when Valentine’s Day would no longer be Single Awareness Day. Fully immersing yourself into the celebrations, as each year you discussed an elaborate plan with him to celebrate the now special day, and each year he would find a way to let you down. Each year you had the same argument, chastising him for not booking Valentines Day off when every couple you knew would be celebrating today, with Bakugou completely adamant that this year would not be “the year” he would start celebrating this day.

Bakugou adored you with his entire being, his love for you running deeper than that of anything else, even maybe being the Number One Pro-Hero, but this? This was one thing he wouldn’t do for you.

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Kitten!Toge rubbing himself on his girlfriend, cum leaking from him. He's in tears, ears twitching, he wants his girlfriend's dick so badly. His small cock hard, he's stroking it with his tail, crying, wanting you to stuff him so full of you. If you're both in public, you have to pull him in a kind of private place, bending him over, fucking his tight asshole, shoving him against the wall. He's purring, spraying all over you, and the floor, his tail and eyes twitching.

kitty!Toge is so needy when he’s in heat! Normally so well mannered but the second it comes around that he’s in heat poor baby needs attention and he needs all of it.

Wanting to be on your cock constantly and yowling like his life depends on it. kitty!Toge won’t stop until he smells nothing but your cum and he’s all marked up by you. Just to curl up next to you, full of cum and content as he sleeps it off until he wakes up for another round <3

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A/N: inspired by this tweet that says “yuuta didn’t grow up, yuuta had his awakening as an alpha”…

Pairing: alpha!Okkotsu Yuuta x omega!reader

Description: It was not like you had never guessed that Okkotsu Yuuta would be an alpha, you just hadn’t expected him to be your alpha.

Warning: manga references (prequel+Shibuya station arc), a/b/o dynamics, caught masturbation, vaginal penetration, knotting, cumflation, creampie

Word count: 5475

You were aware that people like your kind was extremely rare no matter where you went, you just simply hadn’t expected to find yourself being the only omega in the whole school.

Was it a blow to your pride when all your classmates eventually started giving off scents one more pungent than the other while you woke up one day to smell a looming scent of sugar in your room? Quite very. It was a blessing that the world had grown out of the time where your second gender decided everything you do, or else you would probably be locked up into some secluded location, spending your time getting buttered up to become nothing but someone else’s perfect spouse. Yet, there was no denying that being physically the weakest of the link gave you much disadvantage compared to the people fighting by your side and the ones you have to face on a daily.

Your gakuran jacket was made after the cutting of Inumaki’s, the high collar helping you shield your scent in so it wouldn’t be a tripping stone in your fights. Panda was immune to the physical restraints put on the rest because of hormones because, well, he was a panda, and he was always around to provide fluffy goodness when you were in turmoil after shooting down suppressants. Maki was especially worried about the fact that you were a rare dot of red in the world of sorcerers, amping up her force when dragging you alone to spar with her.

“You need to be strong, stronger than all those bastards out there,” she snarled with her wooden spear pointed at your neck after another defeat for you.

Maki was not always the nicest with her words, but she was kind. There were many people who were nice but not kind, and there was nothing but truth in her words that you had to protect yourself in a world full of people ready to do the exact opposite.

All because you smelt like sugar and everything nice when your body heats up, and everyone who had only think of putting their hands on something so sweet was itching for a taste.

You loved your friends, and you were sure they love you too. But sometimes the mixture of Toge’s luring scent of the sea and Maki’s sharp iron ting as she passed by was just too overwhelming, making you feel small and your knees weak over people who you knew at heart you were safe around. You didn’t like that your instinct was to hide unless you want to be completely knocked over. It made you feel wrong, and the guilt that followed was not a good feeling either.

Then Okkotsu Yuuta showed up, with a terrifying curse following him to the eye of the storm and no scent. He showed up unannounced, defying everything you knew with the queen of curses by his side, even though she acted just like any other lovesick child around this scrawny boy with heavy bags under his eyes. While your classmates were on alert because of the curse, you were dumbfounded by the lack of anything in your nose when they were basically ready to take his life.

He told you he hadn’t really had his awakening yet with a sheepish smile and his hand at the back of his neck. Suddenly, you found another person to rely on, someone you could go to with your issues that you felt too embarrassed to tell your alpha friends. Talking to him reminded you of the carefree days when people were not just alphas or betas or omegas, and the lack of care he had regarding the sweet smell lingering in the air that you knew was your doing only made you go to him more.

You guessed it was just nice to ignore how you were different to all your friends once in a while.

“What do you think you’ll be?” you asked, watching Panda threw Inumaki across the field under the tree at a corner. It was a hot summer day and you had the zipper of your collar down to the hem of the crewneck you had underneath, something you only do when it was just you and Okkotsu around.

The boy paused, looking down briefly before letting out a soft sigh. “I don’t know,” he said, giving you a tiny smile as he shrugged, “guess we’ll both have to wait to find out.”

You left the conversation at that when Maki yelled at you two from across the court to get up and stop slacking. The topic did not come up again afterwards, even though you hadn’t stopped wondering the answer. You had contemplated shortly if he might be an omega like you but quickly passed it off as nothing but a sad thought from a want for companionship. Day by day he grew, and it would be a lie and say it didn’t shake you to your core when you saw him at his most self-assured. You knew he probably wouldn’t be an omega when he seemed unbothered facing off an infamous curse user that had killed off hundreds, you couldn’t imagine him being one.

Perhaps at heart, your most organic instincts already told you the answer when he woke up after a brief comma with a splatter of red across his white shirt, the one that made him stand out among all the others who always wore black. His eyes were just as warm and kind as usual when he looked around, gasping when he saw the wounds on everyone but yet, you had a gut feeling that he wasn’t the same anymore.

The click in someone when they knew they had power was more drastic than what any second gender could give them.

Still, he was kind and he was nice, and that didn’t change one bit as he got stronger and stronger with each moment passing by, not even when he was ready to set off for a place so far away that none of you could reach.

You were holding back the droplet of tear circling in your eye as you lined up outside the courtyard of the school. The front gate of the Tokyo Metropolitan Magic Technical College was wide open as Okkotsu bid his goodbyes and he went one step closer to you after Panda finally let him go from a suffocating bear hug.

You tried to smile, but it only pushed the tear sliding down your cheek. Okkotsu’s eyes widened before he hushed forward, his arms lifting up like he wanted to hug you but stopping midway in awkwardness when you furiously wiped your tears that were not stopping away.

“Don’t cry…” His voice was breathy and soft, his fingers gingerly holding onto your wrist so that he could move it away from your face. You forced out a chuckle, your swollen eyes still wet on the rim as you held onto his forearm.

“I’ll miss you,” you sniffed.

His throat bobbed when he swallowed, before finally reaching out to loop you into a brief embrace. His arms were loose around your shoulder and he stiffened up when you hugged him back much tighter than he was holding you. “Me too,” he replied, lowering his head down to savour the moment of peaceful silence.

He was the one who pulled away but his hands lingered at the sides of your arm. He stared straight ahead at you and the touch on you made you unable to do anything but look up at him too. Your mouth suddenly felt dry when you saw his dark eyes filled with an unexplained firmness that you didn’t recall seeing on him before.

He smiled, but you were still deep in your thought when he said one last thing before letting go completely.

You spent a few silent nights thinking about what he said, twisting and turning in your sleep at what he could possibly mean. His voice phantom in your head, unable to stop it from ringing in your head.

“Wait for me.”

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WARNING 18+ BIRB NOT BIRB SMUT! Band AU, harem collab. In which reader meets her favorite faceless singer. Little over 3k

Sweat trickles down your spine as your favorite song is blasted from the large speakers. Fog from the stage lingers just above your head as you feel as if you were in a dream. The setting is surreal especially since you actually managed to WIN those rare radio tickets to see a band in concert. And not just any band, your favorite fucking bad.

TOKYO MOB

The band consisted of four people, Bakugou Katsuki, the drummer who was angrier than any person you'd ever seen wearing nothing but skinny black jeans and a perpetual frown. Jiro, so cool and sleek in anything she wore as she tore up her guitar as side vocals. Then there was Denki, funny, cute even, on the bass with his electric blonde hair and killer smile. Lastly there was "Dark Shadow", the lead vocalist.

No one knew his real name or what he looked like, he chose to wear a headpiece in the shape of a raven or crow. You loved him, even without knowing his face.

He was so fit, strong arms and deadly abs that could be seen from beneath his cut off band tee crop top, much like you were wearing now. His voice was soothing as a bird's song, whether he was screaming or singing. The sound so uniquely beautiful it brought tears to your eyes the first time you heard it. And standing here with nothing but a small barricade and stage separating the two of you was a dream made in heaven.

He sings your favorite song, looking out into the crowd, body drenched in sweat from the high energy show as he jumps to the beat. He pauses to hit a long note and while the guitar riffs he looks into the VIP section. You swear you feel as if he is looking dead at you. The next few lyrics are packed full with emotion as he gets onto his knee, one hand holding the microphone while the other gently floats towards outstretched hands.

"I've been looking for youuuu, I just need to find youuuuu and when I do, when I do I'll dress you in my band teee and make youuuu~"

But it's yours that his fingers brush, intertwining his fingers with yours as tears prick your eyes.

"Mine. Forever miiinee~"

The world stops, his silky voice smoothing over your skin before it erupts in goose flesh, he holds on to your hand as he sings the chorus again. The screaming people around you fade away as you hear nothing but his sultry voice.

As if he were serenading you in the kitchen of your home.

"I've been looking for youuuu, I just need to find youuuuu and when I do, when I do I'll dress you in my band teee and make youuuu~"

"Mine. Forever miiinee~"

He squeezes your hand as he finishes the note, releasing your hand slowly before starting to stand. The music begins to fade as he huffs, trying to catch his breath before looking over the band. He sees that ever might need just a second more to take in some water so he brings the mic close to his face as he shouts.

"Are we having a good time tonight?!"

The crowd erupts into a scream, so loud you can barely hear the one tearing up your throat.

"I can't fucking hear you, extras!" Bakugou shouts into his own mic. The sold out stadium shakes rivaling the bass of the sound system as they all play off random notes and beats. When the deafening roar becomes a hushed, dull roar Bakugou sets the beat, Jiro and Denki join in as their most popular song begins to bump through the speakers. The song sets a heavy, hype beat that can get anyone to bang their head to. You start along with them, booze lighting up your system and causing you to ignore the charged air around you

Some of the bystanders, some of the women especially were jealous of the fact that you were holding hands with none other than the DARK SHADOW.

"Stupid bitch." They murmur amongst themselves, "Let's really fuck her up."

One says before shoving her unsuspecting and overly excitable boyfriend into another guy while shouting.

"MOSH PIT!" The crowd follows suit, putting you in the thick of it. Normally you could handle a little mosh, staying on the fringes to avoid too much damage but being in the center was beginning to spell trouble. The world spun as body after body began to slam into you, turning you this way and that before someone begins to take advantage of the situation. A sleazy guy you had hoped to avoid "falls" into you, rough palms grabbing a handful of your ass, beneath your skirt. A yelp lost to the crowd leaves your lips, tears burning in your eyes as this man set out to ruin what was possibly the highlight of your life.

He was going to ruin it with his disgusting cigarette breath, lips sloppily kissing at your throat as he moved the two of you closer to the barricade. His fingers dig into your ass, spreading your cheeks as he shouts into your ear.

"These fishnets for me slut?" He slurs, chuckling as he presses your back into the cool biting metal, "Love the crop top baby, do you got a bra on underneath?"

A sob threatens to rack through your body as your elated high quickly turns into stomach churning nausea. Desperately you look up to the stage, anything to distract you from the fingers that try to venture between your thighs, while the other rips at your favorite top.

Tokoyami jumps, stopping to adjust his feet for steady ground to do the screaming part of the song, he glances down into the crowd, silently looking for you. The woman who made his heart flutter for the first time in years and when he sees your face tilted up towards him with fear and pain twisting your features he loses his cool.

"Fucking stop!" He shouts, the lyrics gone for now as the music abruptly stops, the man holding you startles as the light follows Dark Shadow's accusing finger. He is illuminated by the stage light as bystanders rip him from you, he punches one guy and makes a run for it.

"Aye yo security. Get this asshole!" Dark Shadow shouts, leaning down for your now outstretched arms. Pulling you on stage with ease as his fingers flutter over your shoulders and sides for injuries.

"You okay my sparrow?" He coos softly and you nod, and he guides you towards the back of the stage, leaving the two front members to appease the excited crowd. He presses a cold water bottle to your hand before pulling up a chair a few feet from the drum kit.

"Stay by Bakugou okay? He'll take care of you." He wipes some sweat from your face before squeezing the nape of your neck. Bakugou glares your way with mixed emotions before doing his show starting beat to get the crowd jumping.

"Anyone else wanna act like a fucking douche?" Denki asks, walking up and down the front of the stage waiting for Tokoyami to return to the forefront.

"NOOOOO!" The crowd shouts, Denki offers a cheeky smile before adding.

"That's my good fans!" He blows a kiss to the crowd and the screams fly up an octave.

"Alright let's start this shit from the top!" Jiro shouts, letting out some hypnotic notes before looking towards Tokoyami.

"Actually, let's give them a sample of the new album. Let's give them a tease. Do you wanna be teased?" He asks the crowd aiming the mic towards them as if he needed to.

"SHOW US! TEASE US!" The crowd chants before Tokoyami looks towards his band members.

"I dunno do they deserve it?" Bakugou prodes and the audience lets out a dejected whine.

"Promise to behave?" Jiro teases and the crowd collectively screams out desperately "YES!"

"Well keep your hands to yourself and listen up cause you're only gonna hear it this once til it drops!" Tokoyami shouts before Jiro starts playing that hypnotic sound, shortly after Denki joins in. Bakugou twisting his drumstick as he waits for his cue impatiently. Dark Shadow takes in a deep breath before singing the haunting first lines of their new song.

"What do you do, when it's stalking after yoouuu? What do you say when it's just a breath awaaay~? Coming closer and you can't seem to get awaaaaay?"

"Always watching, always loooomming-"

Bakugou slams his sticks down hard onto the kit, foot tapping the bass drum at an alarming speed as everything seems to be hitting a climax.

"WHAT DO YOU DO WHEN ITS COMING FROM INSIDE OF YOU? WHAT DO YOU SAY WHEN IT SHARES YOUR NAAAAME?

WHEN YOU CAN'T HIDE THE DEMON THAT'S LURKING INSIDE!"

The last line he screams and the crowd is overcome with emotion. The height of the music and the new song that the band pours their hearts into, sends the crowd into a frenzy. Sweat dripping from everyone as their black shirts dampen around their collars.

The song the crowd wanted to last forever comes to an end and you find yourself standing to scream, tears in your eyes.

"That was amazing!" Curling your fingers into a fist, Dark Shadow turns back to see you, out of the millions of people there tonight, in that moment he could only hear you.

"Well I think we gave them a good show huh?" Denki asks into the mic, Bakugou drums a heavy beat as he shouts.

"FUCK YEA WE DID!"

"HAVE A GOOD NIGHT!!" The band members shout in unison before waving and slowly backing off stage. Tokoyami rushes towards you, hand slipping around your natural waist as he guides you into the darkened stage towards his dressing room. Your heart is racing in your ears as the silence becomes deafening. Being this close to Dark Shadow you couldn't help but notice the little cushion that keeps his helmet from damaging his throat and the intoxicating smell that rolls off of him like a cool breeze. He smells like cedar and pine at twilight while the wind brings with it the threat of snow.

You shiver despite the warmth of his touch. Swallowing the lump in your throat you force your tongue to cooperate as he steps in front of his door politely opening it for you. His small silver chains clink from the motion.

"You must be tired, are you sure you want...company?" If you could see his face you imagined he'd be smiling. Pressing his hand at the small of your back to urge you inside.

"I'm sure." He walks in, waiting for you to follow before he slumps onto a worn leather arm chair. Your platform converse move on their own as you cross the threshold of the room, closing the door behind you.

"Lock it, would you sparrow?" All you can do is nod as you turn the lock until you hear a soft click. He gestures for you to sit on the couch beside him before his broad hands go towards his helmet.

The blood rushes from your face as a moment of honor and horror wage war in your gut, pulling your heart down towards your feet.

"Wait!" You shout, startling both of you and you feel heat rise into your cheeks and throat, "I don't want you to feel obligated to take it off. We can just...talk."

Nervously you fidget with the hem of your skirt, thinking he was going to kick you out for being so lame.

Boring.

He stands and you flinch before he sits beside you on the love seat. If you could see his eyes you wondered if they were sparkling. His winter woods smell tickles your nose and you smile.

"I'd love to just talk. But first." He must notice your ripped shirt as he stands again. Rummaging through his suitcase to find the first edition band tee ever made for TOKYO MOB.

"I couldn't!" You half shout and then squeak, "I shouldn't"

"I insist." He says softly placing it on your lap before giving you his toned back. The cropped tee he wears shows off the dimples in his lower back that has you thinking of what it would look like while those hips piston into you. Quickly you toss your ripped shirt aside and slip his over your head, relishing the present smell, heart stirring.

"It's safe." You say softly and he turns around taking the seat beside you again.

After a small awkward silence the two of you begin to talk, the conversation coming easy as you gushed over his voice and where you went to college when he asked. Him wanting to know more about your life and the night ended up being about you instead of him for once and it was nice.

Nice to not have someone prying or clawing at his neck to find out just who he was and what he looked like, suddenly heat rushes to his pants. His hand comes to rest on your knee just below the hem of your skirt, ringed fingers sliding beneath the black fabric. You swallow, looking into the face of the bird mask and softly speak.

"How- how would we kiss?" It feels stupid, embarrassing that you would even think that. He kills the light by the love seat flooding the room in total darkness before he takes off his helmet with a clatter.

"Like this." His lips are by your ear now sending ecstacy through your body in the form of a spine tingling shudder. He kisses at your lobe working his way down your throat and then up to your jaw, avoiding your lips as he tastes every inch of you he can. His damp hair tickles your nose as he moves you to him, hovering over you as he kisses the plane of your stomach beneath his lifted shirt.

"You look damn good in my shirt baby." He trails his tongue up your sternum causing you to moan, he smirks against the bone before sucking at the supple skin of your breast. Choosing them for his canvas to paint in blacks and blues that you would soon come to wish would last a life time. His free hand twists your nipple, pulling it as he scrapes his teeth against your other. Tongue flicking against the sensitive nub another moan escapes your lips as he plays with you for what feels like hours. He doesn't even go to touch your aching cunt until you're covered in a sheen of sweat. Begging for his hands to move lower as your vision spots in the dark from his sensual touch alone. Your own hands explore up his defined abs and torso occasionally catching the cool metal of his chains, this time you decide to pull him into a kiss. Your lips touching his for the first time all night and you feel like a live wire. Hungrily and aggressively trying to devour him as you feel music dancing through your blood, humming in your bones, he groans amplifying the feeling as his clothed hard on presses into your core. His tongue swipes over yours and the thought of not even knowing what he looks like arches your back into his touch.

Finally he flips your skirt up, his fingers venturing between your thighs and when he finds no fabric and the satisfying sound of your slick he bucks his hips, biting at your breasts.

"So wet sparrow…." His voice is soft breath and a little desperate causing your cunt to clench. He circles your clit until you're crying, his fingers occasionally checking for a stream of tears. When he feels the droplets on your face he chuckles shoving his fingers knuckle deep going agonizingly slow until you're fluttering around his thick curled digits. You cum hard and he whispers praises in your ear, several times as your body shakes and you think you won't be able to make it through the night.

"Ready for my cock babe?" He asks gently swiping his thumb over your swollen and heavily abused clit. You perk right up, ready for the finale silently thanking the gods for a band members stamina. You notice him shaking as he leans down for a kiss, his stomach sweaty and sticking to yours. You fist his hair, pulling him back just a bit.

"You'll be okay?" You can just make out the gleam of his teeth from his smirk before his voice comes out as pure sinful husk.

"The question is, will you sweet sparrow?"

Too stunned to answer he swallows your silence with a kiss before he sheaths himself inside you. Relishing the moan in his mouth and the fluttering of your velvet walls as they adjust to him. You were so wet, so ready for him as he slowly rocked his hips. Your half wish from earlier coming true as your hands fly to the dimples of his lower back, trying to urge him to quicken his pace but he keeps it languid, deadly. Each stroke hitting with purpose. The head of his cock hitting that cushy spot as his pelvis snapped against your clit. The sensation sends you into a never ending moan. Each gasp his stage name as he marks you as his, nails raking down your arms as he praises.

"Such a nice pussy you have. Taking me so fucking well." He lingers by your ear, his tone the opposite of his lustful words. Your own nails claw down his back in viscous lines as he keeps you on the edge. The coil, steady and tight as you feel the pressure in your stomach growing. He can feel how tightly you're squeezing him and how your thighs are locked around his waist. He press his fingers into your stomach as his thumb swipes over your clit, his hips snapping faster and faster as he waits for what he hopes is coming. The pressure becomes too much he overstimulates your body, shaking as you cry out.

"I can't, I can't…"

"You can, just for me. Don't be shy, cum for me baby." His deep voice sends a chill through your body, you go rigid, quiet before your body jerks and releases a clear liquid onto his pelvis and cock. Shaking as he fucks your through it before his voice comes out strained as you milk him.

"Imma cum baby, where do you want it?"

"In me, I promise I have an IUD just fucking cum Dark Shadow!" You gasp and he obeys, adding to your pleasant after shocks, filling you to the brim with his hot seed with a husky grunt. He collapses onto you fixing your shirt before he gently withdraws, keeping his face to your chest as your fingers find his hair. You try not to let your thoughts wander and as if he could read your mind.

"I promise you, you're the only one who's made me do that." He kisses your throat gently before his hand searches for your free one, interlacing his fingers with yours before he hums. Slowly singing you to sleep. You welcome the feeling as exhaustion blankets you in darkness.

"Uh miss." The voice comes as a shock as a large man tries to wake you from a distance. You startle, grabbing at blankets to cover yourself although you're fully clothed.

"Hate to wake you miss but we're locking up. The venue is closed and the band is…" Although he looks a brute he clearly has some sort of heart. Unable to say what you know.

"Gone." Tears burn your eyes as you think of how stupid you were. To ever think you were special enough to be anything more than a groupie. A note sits on the bedside table.

"Should we cross paths again, Sparrow. I'll make you forever mine"

The note blurs as you recognize the lyrics to the song. You look down at his band tee and wonder if your favorite song was more of a gimmick to pick up fans than some fated promise.

And so life moves on.

You can only tell that time has passed from the fading color of your bruises. Slowly they melt from a cold bluish black into cool greens and warm dotted yellows. You sigh, looking in the mirror before you head towards your room for clothes. Finally mustering up the courage to wear that stupid band tee he gave you again. It still smells faintly of him, of the winter woods suspended in forever twilight. Of musk from your sweat and his. You fight back the tears as you remind yourself you just put on mascara, finally choosing to participate in a social life after having your heart broken for being a fool. You decided to get ready sooner rather than later, otherwise you would have backed out from the plans and mopped around the house. You figured some coffee would help kill the time as you lace up your converse thinking of your favorite shop. You head out and walk leisurely to the cafe off the beaten path of downtown. The street is full but not overly so as people browse the shopping district of the huge city you call home. Everyone fades into the background until your eye catches against a handsome man, dressed in tastefully torn black jeans, and an onyx turtleneck. You would be concerned for his attire in this weather if he wasn't so damn handsome. You must catch his eye as well as his face instantly lights up when he makes eye contact. He beats you to the cafe door, holding it open for you with ringed fingers like a gentleman waiting for you to enter. The gesture feels familiar causing your heart to squeeze in your chest, feeling trapped beneath your too small rib cage. As you walk past him you think you smell something familiar.

Like cedar and pine, dancing on a snowy wind as the sun sets the world on fire.

Your world on fire as you grip at the front of Dark Shadow's shirt trying not to cry. You just wanted your fucking macchiato and to move on with your life. You had lived every fan's dream of sleeping with your favorite band member. Tasting Dark Shadow's blackberry mouth. Shouldn't that be enough?

Your aching heart said otherwise.

Suddenly warmth is behind you, radiating off of a thick body as the handsome man bends over to put his profile to your ear. Goose flesh prickles your skin in late August as he says with a voice that drapes you in sinful black silk.

"You look damn good in my shirt, sparrow."

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Kenma lazily fingering you while playing a game on his phone. He’s just curling his fingers inside of you, not paying any mind to how much your writhing next to him with every thrust of his fingers. He doesn’t even notice when you tell him it’s too much, you’ve already came countless times and he’s still relentlessly abusing that special spot inside you.

It’s not that he doesn’t notice, it’s just he doesn’t care. He only cares about getting you nice and wet for when he finishes his game and gives you his full attention.

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this is how i disappear

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It was a mistake. You swear.

Dabi wasn’t supposed to get home so early, you know he only went out to buy groceries to make dinner for both of you, he never leaves you for more than 1 hour so you took the opportunity. And you regret it so badly.

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coming home and finding out you fell asleep with lingerie on

characters: bakugou katsuki. todoroki shouto. genre: smut. warnings: 18+. very heaty moments. katsuki and shouto have no restraint. author’s note: This came out of nowhere, but I had an urge to write some spicy stuff so this is what happened. I was going to add Izuku too, but these things became longer than I thought they would (sorry baby). I’ll probably post his version of this with another character in the future though! The actual steamy stuff is written underneath the bulletpoints & read more! ;-)

bakugou katsuki

isn’t surprised to see you passed out on the couch with a small blanket over you, being that he arrived back at your shared apartment late at night due to another full day of hero work

cue his expression softening to those secret endearing eyes of his he never shows in front of you as he watches you for much longer than necessary, breathing in and out evenly in your sleep

but hey, can you blame him? you’re pretty damn cute when you’re so sound asleep like that—word by word thoughts going through his head right now

he knows you can’t stay here for long though. it gets pretty chilly in the living room and he doesn’t want you to catch something, considering how flimsy the blanket is that’s covering you. the material barely reaches to your ankles.

“Babe. Hey, babe. I’m home, c’mon let’s sleep on the bed,” he says low in his gruff voice, running a hand up your arm that’s clad in the blanket.

shakes you a bit to stir you awake so you can both walk to the bed together, but you don’t budge the first couple of times, only humming in your sleep

so he takes it upon himself to carry you to your room and properly get you to bed

however, when he moves the thin blanket off of you, that look of surprise slowly envelops his face when he sees inches of bare skin unveiled the more he pulls the sheet down

- - - - -

You’re practically naked aside from the sheer, wine red lace that only covers your most intimate parts, and even that isn’t enough to keep Katsuki’s eyes from wandering and his thoughts from wandering further.

With the blanket drawn off you, there isn’t a barrier to keep the cold from nipping at your skin—a sensation that agitates you awake as you stretch out your sleepiness on the couch. You’re still unaware of the lecherous eyes that stare at every angle you offer them. Spreading your body out like that, where the fabric clings to you, accentuating all your curves right in front of him? You may seem half-asleep, but there has to be a vixen at work inside that mind of yours. There’s no way you can’t be aware of what you’re doing to him.

It’s not until you rub away some of your drowsiness that you finally perceive the blonde kneeling before the couch. The surprise at discovering his attentive, red eyes glaring at you startles you to attention. You fix your hair, moving the strands out of your face and cleaning off the invisible marks of drool that might have abided your lips.

“Oh, welcome home, Katsuki,” you manage to greet, but Katsuki does not return your welcome. Instead, you feel his large calloused palm run up the length of your legs, and you realize the situation you’re in—how you decided to surprise him that night, wearing a new matching set of dark red lingerie, only to end up dozing off on the couch waiting for him. Though it seems it wasn’t all for naught. With the carnal expression he gives you in your most vulnerable state, he’s more than surprised alright. He’s absolutely thrilled.

Katsuki’s hands explore across your skin, mapping through every expanse despite being more than familiar with the territory. But in actuality, he’s paying all his attention to the lace—the fabric seeming so flimsy, so obscenely indecent on that figure of yours, yet at the same time, equally exquisite. You don’t wear lingerie often, but when you do, it always spurs something to tighten down in his pants, seeing you like this.

His hand trails up the material, tracing the texture before slowly inching his fingers beneath the waistband. “Mm, babe, were you planning something? Looking all sexy, wearing this—” he snaps the elastic against your bare skin, stinging any sleepiness lingering in you away as you wince at the sensation, “skimpy thing while I was gone? You must be desperate to get fucked, right?”

Even if you want to answer, he doesn’t let you. Any words desiring to leave stay trapped in your throat when Katsuki suddenly leans in to fervently capture your lips.

Despite the usual rampant pace of his actions, you soon adjust into his air of lust like it’s second nature. Your tongue mingles against his through each succession of your lips locking together, your hands twining into his ash blonde hair. Katsuki gets to work at removing his shirt with one hand, but remains mindful at busying the other by palming at the lace, gathering your flesh in his grasp before the other joins in on the ministrations.

He finally makes his way onto the couch with you, towering over your body and revels in the noises sounding past those pretty lips when his fingers find your center. All the sensations pile in your body, making you tremble in waves. The wetness already seeping through your delicate panties becomes slicker at his touch.

“Barely even did anything and you’re already this fucking wet? You really do want to get fucked don’tcha?”

“God, yes, please Katsuki. Please fuck me, I want you to fuck me so bad,” you whimper, not sugarcoating your words. You need him right now. Need him so much you’re willing to beg for him without restraint, dropping every ounce of your dignity if it meant he’d pound into you and relieve you of that ache building in your lower-half. It’s to the point where just the sound of his belt unbuckling around his pants is enough to delight and send tingles of anticipation to your cunt.

“Oh, don’t worry, babe. Waiting on me all this time? I’ll make sure you’re taken care of. All. Fucking. Night. Long.” The tone his timbre descends toward incites a whine past your lips, and he smirks at the desperate sound.

“But on one condition.”

“W-What?” You’re quick to reply—anything to lessen the delay and continue the heat of your passion. However, you’re hesitant at what this condition might entail, especially when Katsuki’s grin widens further. His hands do not relent in pulling and pressing against you through the red material of your lingerie.

“I get to fuck you in this thing.”

todoroki shouto

grumbling on his way home because of how late it is and how long you must have been waiting for him

his old man just had to drone on and on at him when the former pro hero visited his agency that night

because of that, he enters your shared space where the silence and dimness of the apartment are what welcome him

he wishes you were the one that would greet him instead, arms open for him as you ask about his day

but he’s more than aware you fell asleep waiting for him all this time

especially when he strides into his bedroom and beholds you laying on your large bed with a fluffy robe wrapped and tied around your body. your eyes are closed in slumber and you’re curled up atop the sheets

you look so precious to him, he can’t stop an adoring smile from finding his lips

he slightly nudges you. when you slowly rouse awake, your small, dozy movements add to his endearment for you that spurs his lips to your forehead while you adjust to your surroundings

“Love, I’m sorry I kept you waiting. Let’s get to bed.”

you hum a pitched “alright” in reply that comes out in a whine while you rub your eyes, saying you should get changed then

he sits on the edge of the bed, watching you saunter to the bathroom as you untie the sash of your robe along the way

just before your figure disappears inside however, he catches your skin, decorated in intricate black lace when you let the fluffy material fall below your shoulders

- - - - -

Shouto can’t help the look on his face while he unknowingly ogles you, eyes growing lidded with every peek of your body shown through the sizable crack of the door. He almost releases a groan when the long robe obscuring him from the rest of you finally piles in a heap on the floor and catches the full appearance of your body covered in the enticing black set.

The way it enhances your curves and brings out the beauty of your skin tone is beyond sinful in his eyes. He’s wondering how something so dainty can incite such a hardened reaction from him so quickly, and why he can’t seem to tear his gaze away at your mussed form still ridden with bits of sleep. You must be a succubus, right? Because how can you look so innocent, yet so tempting at the same time?

His attention on you leads to him lifting off the bed and striding to the bathroom, still trained on your figure with only lascivious thoughts running through his mind. He wants to touch you, squeeze you, feel the elaborate, lacy texture of your lingerie as he presses your soft lips on his, and hear all your lustful cries in the course of his insatiable greed.

Utterly devour you.

You have absolutely no idea what’s going through him right now, too occupied tidying bits of yourself in the mirror with a set of sleeping clothes lying on the counter, waiting to replace your beribboned attire. You wore this with the idea of wanting to treat Shouto to a good night of passion, but considering the time and how he must be tired after a long day at his agency, you figure it’s too late for such desires now. Oh, how wrong you are.

Undoubtedly so as the moment your fingers find the clasp on your back holding your bra together, they’re thwarted by a hand wrapping around your wrist and moving them out of the way. Within that instance, you’re also spun around. Your back presses against the sink counter as you come face to face with the sensual glint in Shouto’s gray and blue eyes.

You feel small underneath his unwavering, heavy gaze, squirming in place while his hands still grip your wrists that subdue any thought of you getting away from him. “Shouto, I need to get changed so we can go to sleep—”

“How long have you been wearing this?” he interjects, ignoring your plea and slipping a finger beneath the satin strap of your bra. Meanwhile, the other hand caresses up your warm, bare thigh until it arrives at your panties’ lace. The gestures leave the air hitching in your throat. You have to swallow down a gulp in order to reply to him amid his methodical strokes and caresses.

“I had it on all evening…” you admit, voice becoming quiet. Shouto hums at your answer, leaning into you and pressing your back further against the counter. He traces up your form with not only his hands but also his eyes, committing your bewitching state to memory, familiarizing himself with the intricate patterns of your lingerie.

“For that long, love? You expect me not to appreciate the effort and thought you put in, bearing your pretty body in this—” he palms at your breast through your underwear, rousing a moan to slip from your lips, “and waiting for me this entire time?”

“I-I thought you’d be too tired to—ah—t-to do anything so I figured we should go to sleep now, mm—” You find it hard to keep your voice steady. Not with Shouto’s ministrations descending to your cunt, stroking the wetness gathering at your center that saturates the crotch of your black panties. He captures the slickness around his fingertips and earnestly licks it off with his tongue, admiring your taste while keeping such intense eye contact. It makes your cheeks burn and your arousal heighten.

“On the contrary, baby, seeing you in this just riles me up even more. Makes me want to ravage you while you’re wearing it,” he tells you with an edge in his tone that reduces you to whimpers. Before you can come up with any coherent thought, he hoists you up onto the bathroom sink, effectively spreading you open in front of him as he kneels eye level toward your clothed pussy.

“And that’s exactly what I intend to do. So sit there and let me admire you as I appreciate everything you have to offer.”

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