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Wolfhybrid!Bakugo x Reader

nsfw/ MDNI 18+

Warnings: afab reader, aged up characters, lowkey monster fucking (hybrid bakugo has wolf ears, a tail, and fangs), knotting, HUGE breeding kink, no specific dynamics, biting, small blood kink (if you squint), marking/ bonding, heat/ rut behavior, panty sniffing, kind of rough sex, oral (f receiving), and fingering

Summary: Taking in a wolf hybrid already didn’t seem like a good idea, but when spring hits… all hell breaks loose.

Wc: 4.6k

An: Happy Birthday my sweet Kacchan!!!

Taking in a damaged wolf hybrid stray was totally not on your bucket list. But your kind heart wouldn't allow you to leave him outside when it's on the brink of snowing.

It took a couple days after you initially saw him to catch him. His eyes are full of fear but he looks quite scary with his blonde ears pulled back as he snarls at you.

At first you weren't going to keep him but every shelter was either full or wasn't taking in such aggressive hybrids. With a sigh you glance at him again. He's dirtying up your couch by laying facedown on it, an annoyed pout on his face.

"Bath time, dirty boy." The hybrid scoffs and keeps his gaze away from you. With a little encouragement, from some beef jerky, you get him into the tub. His body is scarred, most likely from fighting, and he flinches when you touch him.

He suddenly grabs your wrist when trying to wash his lower abdomen. "Don't touch," he snarls. His vermillion eyes pierce into yours.

"Wash there then. I'll clean your face." You give him the loofah and grab a rag to clean the dirt off his face. The scowl never leaves his face, dirty or clean.

What you learn soon enough is that your new hybrid is a biter. He nips and bites if you do something he doesn't like. Not enough to draw blood but enough for it to hurt and warn you there'll be consequences if you keep doing what you're doing. He doesn't like to be pet. He doesn't like when you sit next to him. Lastly, he absolutely despises the collar you bought him. It's just a simple red collar with a bone shaped tag.

"C'mon Kacchan. Let me put it on." Since he refuses to tell you his name you gave him a nickname. Whenever you manage to get him to speak it's mostly explosive, hence the name.

"Get that shit away from me!," he growls, baring his teeth at you. You really didn't need any more bites.

"What if you get lost?"

He's quick to quip back, "Not like you wanted me anyways."

You sigh. "Please Kacchan?"

"Stop callin' me that dammit!," he groans.

"Then for God's sake tell me your name!" He's quiet now, looking away from you. He's met his match. You're just as stubborn as him.

The response is quiet but it makes you smile. "It's Katsuki. Now leave me alone." You're slowly cracking his hard exterior.

After that moment Katsuki slowly started to warm up to you. He seldom bit you anymore, resorting to glaring or growling if he didn't like something. Some nights he would sit next to you on the couch while you worked a little late to finish a project for work. His tail would wag slightly when you place a hand on his head.

There were days when he would wait at the door for you to come home. When you were late he would grumble out, "took you long enough." On the inside he was relieved you returned home to him. His words often contradicted how he really felt. The hybrid always complained that you got on his nerves and that he doesn't even like you. But you don't miss the way his tail thumps and his eyes close when your hand caresses the back of his pointed ears.

Katsuki has also grown accustomed to your bed. He starts off on his own side of the bed but his body ends up gravitating to yours. His nose is nuzzled into your neck and his strong arms hold you to his warm body. It's very cute to you.

The weather is starting to warm a bit and Katsuki grows worried for two reasons. One, he thinks you're going to kick him to the curb now that it's not shivering cold. Two, his body is going through a change. He's not sure how he's going to act if he ends up staying. When he's far enough from women it's not so bad to manage. But you're here. And he kind of likes you, likes your scent. Sometimes you look really pretty after a shower and in your pajamas. The blonde knows he's in trouble already.

Something sour would stir in him when you came back smelling like another man. "Where've you been?," he grumbles.

You shrug off your coat. "On a date. Sorry for being late." When you go to pet him he backs up, flattening his ears on his head. He huffs and lazily stretches out on the couch. He made the decision to sleep there tonight.

As time passes and you go on more failed dates, Katsuki has grown distant and cold. He's almost resorted back to his old self, just without the biting. He's also started ripping things or chewing things up, like books or anything plastic you leave out.

"Katsuki." He doesn't even spare you a glance as he lounges on your bed, on his belly with his head slightly hanging off the furniture, having messed up your neatly made sheets and blankets. "What's wrong buddy?"

He rolls his eyes and sucks his teeth. "Nothing"

You knew how to perk him up. "Wanna go out for a walk?" His tail slightly wags on instinct. His body betrays him. "Aww Katsuki wants to go walkies," you coo at him. His tail wags harder despite the annoyed expression on his face.

"I'll wear the damn collar but not the leash," he snaps.

"I have to bring the leash still because you're a troublemaker but you don't have to wear it. Deal?" He nods and gets off the bed. "Ah one more thing." You stop him in the doorway and feel so small compared to his massive size.

He shakes his head. " 'm not wearing that shit."

"Kacchan, if you want to go out you have to wear it. It's the law."

He sits on the floor with a pout, crossing his arms. "Then I won't go." You sigh and grab his collar and muzzle that he refuses to wear. Dangerous hybrids like him are permitted to wear a muzzle out in public. The last time he wore it was to the doctor. He hated the fabric on his face more than the doctor touching him and he dislikes being touched.

Katsuki lets you fasten the collar on him but growls when you hold the muzzle up to his face. "Stop being a baby." He swats it away from him and you groan.

"Told you I don't want it," he mumbles. He's surprisingly not as aggressive as you thought he would be.

You were so tired of him not listening. So you grab the muzzle again and straddle his lap. His body tenses. He realizes he's never been this up close and personal to you before without being asleep. Your sweet scent fills his nose and keeps him distracted long enough, almost dizzying him, for you to fasten the muzzle on him.

The lingering thoughts about how warm your body is is cut short by you tightening the stupid thing on his face. "Wasn't so bad Kacchan, see?"

He says nothing when you climb off his lap. Instead he just gets up and follows you to the door, hands stuffed in his pockets and shoulders slightly hunched. He felt all prickly from the uncomfortable feeling of the thing on his face.

The sun shines, making it a bit warm outside. Katsuki likes it. He misses the outdoors. His head lifts up to sniff the outside world. But one smell kept standing out among all the others.

When he glances at you he feels this weird sensation stirring in his belly. You smile at him when you catch his eyes. "This feel nice, Katsuki? Gotta get out more often."

He nods and walks alongside you, his arm brushing against yours. "Feels nice," he says softly; you almost didn't catch it. As you two walk he notices how your knuckles keep brushing his. It ignites a fire in his stomach, like when he eats something spicy. Is he sick?

You two reach a park, a pond nearby. He would have enjoyed chasing the ducks around here but he'll try to behave for once. Ruby colored irises watch you sit on a bench. He stays close by, crouching over by the pond. His tail subtly wags as he watches a turtle walk by him.

While he's busy enjoying himself, loving the sun on his skin, something suddenly feels off. He looks behind him and sees a man talking to you. Your body language looks different than usual and he can smell your anxiety. Katsuki rose up and strolled over to you, feeling a growl deep in his chest.

Katsuki's big body slots himself between you and the man. "You're not wanted here." It's a miracle he isn't shouting.

"Katsuki stop it. Be nice," you reprimand him. In actuality you're happy the hybrid was here. This man was a failed date because he made you uncomfortable. Too handsy and talked about himself a lot. Somehow you escaped but your bad luck has you encountering him once again.

"Who's this?," the man asks with a tilt of his head.

"Your worst nightmare. Now leave!," he growls and towers over the guy. You're not sure what Katsuki will do so you hook the leash on his collar.

The guy scowls now. "I suggest you get your mutt under control y/n."

Your eyes widen as you tug on Katsuki's leash but he doesn't budge. "C'mon Katsuki. We gotta go home."

The ash blonde isn't listening. He wishes he didn't have this stupid muzzle on or he would have ripped through this guy's throat out with his teeth already. "Come around her again and you won't be able to eat solid food for a month," he spits. Then he turns around and walks off, tail wagging furiously.

He practically drags you with him, your hand still clutching his leash. You're in shock for once that Katsuki handled himself in a situation that usually would have been deemed deadly.

When you two make it home, you go to the kitchen and grab some beef jerky. You toss him the bag. "All yours for being a good boy Katsuki." And when you say good boy and Katsuki together his heart quickens. He loves it. Suddenly all he wants is to be your good boy.

For the next couple weeks Katsuki has been oddly sweet. He rests his head in your lap while you watch Tv and lazily scratch his head. He greets you at the door every day with his collar on and muzzle in hand to go for a walk and acts accordingly the whole time. When he sleeps in your bed he cuddles up to you before falling asleep, nose nuzzled in your neck and body flush against yours.

But when you come home one day and he's nowhere in sight you're worried. The worry becomes anger when you see the place is a mess. Blankets and clothes strewn all over the place, some of them ripped up. You groan and toss your stuff on the kitchen counter. "Katsuki what the hell!"

When you walk into your room you're immediately caught off guard. Your hamper is knocked over, clothes all over the place. Katsuki is on the bed, your used panties in his hand and his nose buried in them. His other hand strokes his cock, aching and hot.

His eyes widen when he notices you in the doorway. He didn't want to get caught doing this. It's embarrassing and he knows he's going to get in trouble. So before you can utter a single cuss word he sprints to the bathroom slamming the door and locking it, panties still in his hand.

This morning he woke up feeling incredibly hot and hazy. His cock ached and leaked in his pajama bottoms. Usually it wouldn't be this bad, this hot and miserable. But he's surrounded by a woman's scent. His primal side kicked in. He needed to breed. This is probably the most painful heat cycle he's experienced.

There's a knock on the door while Katsuki keeps pumping his heavy cock with his hand. Even if he cums, the pain won't fully go away. "Katsuki 'm not mad. C'mon out please?" You were still a little upset but you guessed this would happen eventually.

All he responds back with is whimpers as he keeps up with his ministrations. You sigh and press your forehead to the door. You can hear his whines and grunts. it causes you to clench your thighs a little. "Kacchan I can help you, baby. Just open the door." It's been a while since you got any action. It would be best to help each other out, right?

The blond freezes. He really wants to indulge in his desires. It'll make it so much easier. But for once he's worried he's going to hurt you. He's seen his fellow pack members get so aggressive during their ruts. There's also the trouble of marking. "C'mon Katsuki. Promise I'll be nice. Be a good boy and open the door."

Within a few seconds the door is opened. He looks so much more different than usual. Cheeks flushed, chest heavy, eyes heavy lidded and pupils blown wide. "You- you can help?"

You nod. "Want the real thing right, Katsuki?"

He abashedly looks away. "Not a good idea," he mumbles. He gasps when you start to stroke him. He feels so heavy in your hand and good lord you wonder how the stretch will feel. The blonde bites his tongue to suppress the loud moan that wants to come out. Your hand feels so much better than his.

He encloses a large hand around your wrist to stop you, panting a little. "Gotta tell me what you want Kacchan."

It's hard to force the words out. His brain is all muddled up from his rut. There's only one thing on his mind. "Want it inside." He hates his primal side. His rational thinking is tossed to the wind, and all he can hear in his head is "mate" and "breed." The self control he once had is gone. At this point he'll say or do anything to satisfy this hunger.

"What do we say when we want something buddy?" He knows you're patronizing him but he doesn't care.

He has to clench his jaw while your thumb rubs over his leaking slit. "Pl- please..."

"Good boy," you coo at him and he groans in response. Oh how he loves those fucking words. You remove your hand and start taking your clothes off. The smell of your arousal when you take off your pants hits him like a truck. It's dizzying and he can't think straight.

Before you know it he has you pinned on your back on the bed. With one swift movement he's ripping your panties off. You squeal a little in response. "I kind of liked those, asshole."

Katsuki is definitely not listening, too lost in your scent to pay attention. His mouth salivates over your pussy. The smell is intoxicating and he can already see how wet you are. He traces his tongue over your folds, sort of confused on what to do. He's fully encouraged by your whines above him. You're rolling your hips against his tongue and he just follows your lead.

When your fingers card through his hair he lets out a whimper. Everything on his body is so sensitive, especially his ears, tail and of course his leaking cock. But he ignores the ache, too busy getting absolutely pussy drunk.

His face is drenched in a mix of his saliva and your juices. "Oh god Katsuki!" One of his fingers pushes inside you while he suckles your clit. He angles his finger just right and you whine, almost squishing him between your thighs when you try to close them.

He takes slow drawn out licks and adds another finger. He didn't want to hurt you when he finally sank himself inside of you. "Is it good?"

Your reply is a low drawn out moan when he had suddenly curled his fingers up towards your spot. "J- just like that- fuck!" The way his tongue traces delicately over your nub while he fucks his fingers knuckles deep into you has you tearing up.

He notices the way your legs shake and presses a little harder on your spot. "There?," he asks with a head tilt. His innocence is downright adorable.

You nod frantically. "Right there! Don't stop," you moan. Your grip on his hair tightens and he growls a little into your pussy. His finger and tongue movements grow more fervent. He needs to relieve this fucking ache.

When he hears you shriek and sees you start trembling he's sure he's done something right. You glance down at Katsuki as you come down from your high. He withdraws his fingers, spit connecting his tongue to your drooling sex. He looks just ethereal to you.

"Did so good, Katsuki. Now I want you to put it in." His ears twitch at the thought. He's quick to stand up and starts lining himself up but something doesn't feel quite right. This isn't right, he thinks.

It surprises you when Katsuki suddenly manhandles you on all fours. One of his large palms lays between your shoulder blades, pressing your upper half flat on the bed. That's better. He needs to breed you right.

When he slowly starts to push in he groans deeply from the pleasure. You clutch the sheets hard because just his tip feels large. You're panting and whining as he starts plunging every inch into you. When he's all the way in he feels like cumming. This feeling... he wants to remember it forever. Your walls are so snug and tight around him. The warmth resembles your body when he sleeps next to it. And god he loves it.

"Y- you can move Katsuki." That's all he needed to pull all the way out to the tip and slam back inside.

"Fuck...," he curses under his breath. Every single thrust is hard and deep, like he's trying to keep himself inside your tight heat as much as possible. His whole body shudders whenever you moan or cry for him.

There's tears in your eyes from him slamming into your cervix and stretching your walls to accommodate him. "K- Katsuki," you moan and gasp when he goes faster, hips flush to your ass, making a loud clap ring through the room.

His huge body looms over yours, teeth bared. He has to resist the urge to claim you. It would be so easy but he knows you're not a hybrid. It wouldn't mean anything to you and just bond him to you. He wouldn't be able to leave after that. It would make his heats worse because he would have a mate to breed.

Instead he threads his fingers into your hair, smushing your face into the mattress as you sob from the pleasure. You're making an absolute mess, a ring of cream glistening on Katsuki's cock.

It's getting hard to keep your arch with the hybrid's weight on you and your incoming orgasm. When you start straightening your back, a heavy smack on your ass jolts your body. "Keep it like that," he growls. So you obey and keep yourself arched for him. You bite your lip hard and keep up the onslaught of his brutal thrusting.

His thrusts are getting more shallow and sloppy and he's panting hard. "Gonna fucking-," he lets out a loud groan and stills his hips. It's so hot as he cums deep in you. His whole body trembles and he clenches his jaw tight. You gasp when you feel something weird.

"Katsuki is- are you- "

"Gotta keep it in," he cuts you off and it sounds off. Like it's not even him anymore. You feel so unbelievably full with his knot swelling in you. He nudges it a little deeper in you and you squeak.

"Too deep Katsuki please." It feels like he's going to pull out but instead he thrusts back in again with a grunt.

"Yer wasting it. Gotta give you more." Your jaw slacks as he goes back to that rough fast pace again. Knocking into your cervix with vigor and making you cry out. Hot tears trail down your cheeks and you hold onto the sheets for dear life. He leans over your body and digs his teeth into the back of your shoulder.

You scream out. "Katsuki please! It hurts!" His mind has become a mess and he can't even focus on your yelling. His teeth pierce the skin and he's licking up any blood that seeps out. His thrusts slow a little, still making sure to fill you the brim with his cock. He groans deeply as he litters kisses on your back and shoulders.

"S- sorry. I just..." The carnal need is still there but he finally got a handle on it. He pulls out. "I- Did I hurt you?" He's become so timid now you can barely recognize his voice.

" 'm okay. Just give me a second," you pant out as you take a breather. His body is still searing with need. Just one try isn't enough for him. He also did something stupid. Katsuki isn't the type to act recklessly. The mark on your shoulder, created with his sharp teeth, stares back at him. Fuck! He let his feral wolf brain take over and slipped up.

You turn over carefully, the start of the pain shooting through your legs. "I-," he starts but then tucks his lip between his teeth at the sight in front of him. You're spread out like a fucking meal, ready for him to devour and his cum leaking from you. That desire wells up inside him once again, threatening to burst if he doesn't have his way. "Let me..." He can't even get the rest of his sentence out.

You haven't had someone treat you like this in a long while. Plus you wanted to help him. Your sweet wolf boy Katsuki. Although he's been a huge pain in the ass you can't help but feel overjoyed when seeing the cracks in his hard exterior. So you lay back and spread your legs for him. "C'mon Katsuki. Be a good boy and fuck me."

He simply can't fucking argue with that. He crawls back up onto the bed, finding himself between your legs once again. His eyes roll back when he angles his hips and inches himself back into your pleasant cunt that still leaks with his warm seed. The hybrid can feel himself losing his rationality once again. It's like second nature, his brain completely switching itself off as soon as he's buried between your legs.

Katsuki takes your calves and hooks them in the crooks of his arms then he puts some of his weight on you, folding you up like a breakfast omelet. Fuck, he's really deep. You have to take a deep breath in order to relax yourself. The hybrid starts the rocking of his hips and you gasp out and arch your back, pressing your chest even closer to his. The hybrid tries so hard to keep himself under control but his pace increases and he's back to growling and moaning while stuffing himself into your cunt.

Nails dig into his strong back but it doesn't even deter him. In fact it spurs him on even more. "Fuck Katsuki!," you yell out when he keeps nudging right up against that spot again. Sane, normally on edge, Katsuki is no more right now. The absolutely feral pace he sets has you screaming and marking his back up. Your teeth sink into his neck and he hisses, getting even closer. When your tongue licks at the mark, he moans and slows his thrusts a bit.

To be enveloped in warmth like this. It's something new and something he didn't know he desired this whole time. For just a moment his sanity poked through and allowed him to brush your lips with his. It was inexperienced but tender. Your fingers thread through his spiky ash blond locks while you kiss back, guiding him into a little more heated kiss. When you suck on his tongue his control slips and he slams his hips into yours. You moan loudly and tug at his hair, resulting in a yelp from him.

Now his feral behavior is returning again. His pace goes back to insanely hard, pulling all the way out to just slam back in, aimed right at your spot like he's a damn expert at this. You tug even harder at his hair and tears spring into your eyes at his roughness. "Fuck fuck fuck!," he groans out, feeling his orgasm creep up on him again.

"M- my good boy, Katsuki! Good b- boy!" That only drives him crazier, intent to breed even heavier on his mind.

"W- want... inside!" The blonde's words are incoherent in his head, not allowing him to form an intelligible sentence. He pants hard and finally pushes himself deep into you again, knot swelling in his cock. His hands damn near shred the sheets when he cums, gripping at it like he's trying to keep his grasp on reality. He lets out a deep moan as he fills you deeply with yet another load.

The room is filled with hard pants and light smacking from little kisses shared. Has Katsuki wagging his fluffy tail. Carefully, he moves you two, unhooking your sore legs and rolling you two over so you're on top of him. He doesn't remove himself from your warmth, his stupid hybrid brain forcing him to think he's creating offspring.

Katuski is... affectionate afterwards. He's nuzzling his face into your neck and cheek, making a low rumbling noise deep in his throat. His large hands rub over your back and he leaves the softest kisses and little nips against your jaw. It's really cute seeing him like this but for the hybrid it's a nightmare. The animal part of his brain is still taking over, soothing his new partner even though his body doesn't know you're not a hybrid so it didn't matter. His inner wolf doesn't care though. It thinks he found somebody to be with and now he needs to procreate to continue his bloodline.

"I'll be out of your hair after my heat," he manages to get out finally.

Your eyes widen. "Katsuki that's not-"

"No! I went too far. This shouldn't have happened and I marked you so it's an even worse idea for me to be here."

You didn't really educate yourself much on the reproductive side of hybrids but you did know marking is important to them. It keeps two hybrids bound together for the rest of their lives. If the other dies or is far away from the other one it causes them to be in great pain. You wouldn't want to cause Katuski that pain. There's a reason you saved him. He looked lost and in trouble. He shouldn't have to go through that and deserved a comfy life. "Katsuki I can't let you leave. We're bonded. So don't say words like that or no more beef jerky."

He looks at you finally and feels overwhelming emotions but doesn't express them. Instead he pouts with irritation. "Fine... I'll stay I guess." He's grateful though and continues to show it with a couple more hours of gentler loving.

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ankyax · 1 year

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In the Margins | K.Bakugou

Katsuki tries to be subtle about how much he likes you. He really, really does. There’s no explanation as to why, it’s just how he is.

When surrounded by reporters, he glares and does his best not to respond. After all, no answer is less satisfactory than a string of insults when his hostilities are still an interesting headline. When someone asks him if it’s true that he has a romantic interest, that’s the only time his eyes widen in surprise. They still don’t get an answer as his PR specialist doesn’t give him time to respond, but given a moment longer the latest headliner would’ve been about his relationship with you— Or at the very least, a blurry paparazzi photo collage of the two of you, and a single photo of his particularly annoyed expression, captioned: “Dynamight reacts to dating claims!”

He doesn’t really talk about you with his friends, but it becomes a running joke that to get his attention they should call your name. They sit together at a restaurant, Katsuki in the seat furthest from the action. No matter the topic of conversation, nothing seems to elicit an exciting response from him (if you don’t count the angry fist-slam on the counter when he commands Denki to stop stealing his fries). But when Kirishima turns to the entry and says, “Hey, it’s Y/N!”, he jolts to attention, swiveling in his chair and looking to the doorway, only to find that no one is there. The boys holler and laugh, calling him loverboy and the like, saying how pleased you would’ve been to see it. Katsuki fumes. He’s glad that he’s known for being angry. It masks how much he wishes that you had actually walked through that door.

He doesn’t quite know what to do with himself when left alone in your presence. He wants to look at you, but when you make eye contact with him, he glares. When you talk to him, he scoffs a nonchalant response. But his body language can’t feign interest: he turns in your direction even when unspoken to, his voice deepens and his fingers drum nervously in his lap when you’re around. Even if he chooses to keep his distance, his thoughts keep you near. This much he can’t deny, and when you ask him on a date one night, he finds that he can’t deny you either.

Things are different when he’s by himself entirely. He thinks about how nice your hair looked or how the dress you wore to dinner suited you. He prepares lunch for tomorrow, two servings: one for himself, and the other he will give to you, claiming they are leftovers. He rereads the texts you’ve sent him and looks for deeper meaning, but doubts there actually is any. It doesn’t stop him from smiling when he receives a goodnight message from you though.

He doesn’t let you know everything. But he does let you know some things, to be extrapolated from there. If he recognizes that you wore lipstick he makes no comment, if he notices the way you sit closely he doesn’t move. He won’t tell you that he thinks red looks stunning on you, or that he likes it when your knees bump his. But he memorizes the shape of your lips as you speak, tracing the curve of your smile to find later in his dreams.

When he finally tells you he loves you, you know he means it. Bakugou Katsuki is nothing if not true to himself.

He may never be an open book for you, aside from his rare outward confessions. But that doesn’t mean he doesn’t want to be read. Flitting fingers on the back of your hand, a palm placed softly on your waist, warm meals, perfected drink orders and flowers on your doorstep without a card, only his name. He walks you home even when it’s inconvenient, takes the last train home to stay later with you, and runs through the rain to give you his spare umbrella, complaining about how wet his socks are only once you’re out of earshot. His rough hands learn to be gentle, and though he doesn’t whisper sweet nothings in your ear, his kisses linger on your hands, your lips, your neck.

His gestures are humble but he makes them feel extravagant. It’s the same when he gets down on one knee in your shared bedroom, presenting a ring that only has one meaning; when he smiles softly as you walk down the aisle, wearing a dress you had talked about but he’d never seen; when he comes home to you every night, spending a few extra minutes in bed when morning comes; when he feels age in his bones but stays youthful with you.

Bakugou Katsuki’s love is of the subtle variety: no bold text or pretty font, looping in and around a perfectly crafted story. But it’s written in the margins, permanent marker bleeding through the pages: There’s nothing I wouldn’t give to be with you.

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A/N: Let’s just call this one a tribute to my 1 year blog anniversary, a reiteration of how I view love, the core of every work I’ve written so far— I will indulge in it over and over again.

Date posted: 3/10/23

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ankyax · 1 year

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> bakugou x gn reader, word vomit

I'm at school rn and thought of something

Imagine you got a free period and you're just hanging out in class. You're sitting on a table and katsuki is sitting between your legs on his chair. Like his back is turned to you and his head is resting against your stomach. Andd he threw his arms over your legs to get comfortable.

Imagine you're talking to kirishima or maybe sero and he's just chilling there. Like you're playing with his hair and he lets you since he enjoys any affection.

And Mina sees you from across the room so she walks over to you and says something like "Some one's comfortable~" in a teasing tone.

And bakugou who's too comfortable to get angry so he just flips her off and answers with something like "You wish you were me" with a smug smile on his face.

Also imagine he gets bored so he looks up at you with a pout you would've called it cute but he would've killed you so you don't and you just look down and smile "comfortable?" you tease and he nods.

I'd really like that

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ankyax · 1 year

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Full story!!!!!! You are a sainttt

Now look here, it's sugardaddy! x sugar baby! reader time >>:3 So here's the rundown: the reader is a college senior who works part-time in a diner and finds out that their favorite customer, Toji, is a sugar daddy and wants to initiate courtship. Although it is a proposition you fail to see yourself saying no to, is this something you can see yourself being in the long run?

A/n: This prompt was picked on a poll to celebrate getting over 50 followers, only for me to get to 100 right after!!?? Y'all...can I give you a hug? ;w; No, oh okay. Anyways, I won't make another poll, BUT I'll be opening thirsts/requests soon!! >:D I just gotta make myself a disclaimer list before we let those lil fantasies of yours fly, lol. But yeah, this is my first time posting a fic over 1k+, so I hope y'all like it. Also, bonus: there's art drawn by Moi (@hoshigaby)?? You'll have to scroll down to find it tho :33 Okay, I'm sorry, go ahead and read!!!

Cw: soft dom! Toji x fem! reader - implied age gap (the reader is in their early 20s, Toji's around early or mid-30s) - mating press - cervix fucking - oral (fem! receiving) - pussy drunk Toji - breeding - daddy kink - overstimulation (fem! receiving) - pet names (baby, babygirl, darlin', good girl, honey, kid/kiddo, mama, princess, sweetie, sweetheart) - praise - clitoral play (Toji pinches your clit) - reader isn't a virgin but, it's the first time you and Toji have sex.

Wc: 4.9k

"Oh look, your favorite is here."

10 o'clock, it's closing time. All the servers and bussers are ready to buss down tables and sweep the floors, hosts at the front split up tips and head straight home, and the cooks clean the kitchen and throw out the trash. All there's left is the silence of the dining area, where not a single customer is in sight.

Well, minus the one Utahime points out to you.

You turn to the bar area, where almost all the tables are empty, and all the high-rise televisions are turned off. All but for one, which was showing a football game.

A man is watching the screen, sitting in a booth at the far end with a glass of beer on the table. He's wearing a black turtleneck covered with a denim jacket, white fur on the collar, and a silver chain contrasting the black clothing. You gaze downwards to his black jeans pants, where his left foot seems to be tapping the ground. He's waiting for someone.

Once his eyes catch your approaching figure, his deadpanned face shows a smile in recognition. He was waiting for you.

And you smile back as you walk towards him.

The familiarity with this man comes from a year working at the diner. His name is Toji Fushiguro, and he's been a regular even before you started working here. And to make things funnier, he was the first customer you served after a week and a half of training. You can recall when you accidentally put milk and sugar in his specifically requested black coffee, to which you apologized profusely ("Heh, it's alright, darlin'" He flashed a smile that was meant to reassure you. "The first time that's ever happened to me.").

It was there that you found yourself being the only person that's served him. At first, you thought of it as some sort of joke after the coffee mishap, but now, unless you're there to take his order, he'll only have a beer or black coffee with all the other servers. The crew often pokes fun at you, stating you're the older man's favorite. And you gotta admit, it makes your heart swoon knowing this is true.

"There she is," Toji watches you approach him with his foot finally stopped tapping the checkered floor beneath him. "My adorable lil' server."

You giggle as you sit on the cushioned booth seat across from him. "It's good to see you, Mr. Fushiguro. I hope life's been good for you." You wave goodbye to the guy behind the bar counter, who turns off the TV still on as Toji focuses on something else. You promised to be the last person to turn off the lights and lock the doors before leaving, so now it's just you and Toji.

"I thought I told you to drop the Mr. Fushiguro, kid." He reprimands you with his playful smile, the right corner of his lip quirking his scar upward. "And I could ask you the same thing. How's college goin', darlin'?"

An exaggerated sigh leaves your system. "It's going alright. Can't believe I'm about to be done after the next semester, but the senioritis hasn't hit me too strong yet, thank God. And I can't wait to graduate with all this debt on my back~!" You flash the fakest beaming smile with two thumbs up.

Toji chuckles at your fraud enthusiasm. "Mmmm, I bet. But I know you're smarter than me and most people who work for me, so I'm sure you'll do just fine."

"Yeah, I'd like to think so, too." Your chipper attitude dwindles, and Toji notices the change in tone.

"What's up? You don't think you'll get yourself a job?"

"Umm, well," You cough to clear your throat from awkwardness. "I tried signing up for plenty of internships. Some of them shut me down, others just haven't replied back. And I guess it's just me overthinking, but I worry that I won't get a job in something I like..."

"Aww, princess," Toji rises from his cushioned spot to move to your side, sitting close to you with his big jean-covered thigh brushing yours. He places a hand on your back to rub comforting circles. "That's just the thoughts in your head."

You groan into your hands. "I know, that's why I don't know why I'm beating myself up about it so much... But it's okay! I know I'll be fine because I still have this job keeping me going for a year."

Toji raises a brow. "You wanna be a server all your life? Wanna serve me my black coffee and BLT sandwich til my last breath?"

You hit his chest in amusement. "Well, no, but if it comes down to it, I don't mind. I'll just take up more jobs or maybe make a side hustle. Either way, I know Mei Mei will help me out. I'm sure everyone here will if they have the chance."

"I could also help you."

Your hands instantly go up defensively. "No, Mr. Fushiguro, I wouldn't want that! I'm sure you're pretty busy, and I don't want my troubles to burden you."

Toji's eyebrows knit together, his sharp eyes surveying your defensive stance. "It wouldn't be trouble if I'm the one offerin' to help you, honey."

"Yes, but even so..." You look at your lap as your fingers dance with each other to ease your anxiousness. "It would feel unbefitting to have a customer — a valuable one such as you — to help me with my financial problems. Seeing you smile at me when I serve you your coffee...I'm perfectly content with just."

Your gaze locks into your fidgety fingers, saying the last part was probably unnecessary. Yet it was true; Toji had always been patient with you whenever he stopped by, even going the extra mile by giving you a seriously generous tip after his meals. You know you didn't deserve it, but he's already at the door before you can argue with him. If his gracious action was just a mere small percent of what he could do, then he's done plenty for you than needed.

Toji, however, didn't see it that way. He hums as he leans back onto the booth seat, his hand now snaking to the back of your neck, his thumb caressing the nook of your neck and trapezius.

"Well," He breaks the silence, you're listening. "What if we take this outside of customer service?"

The brows are pulled together as you turn to him in slight confusion. "What do you mean by that?"

"I've been thinking for quite a while," with his hand maneuvering to rest on your shoulder, he sighs and straightens himself up. "Your manager, Mei Mei, right? I talked with her not too long ago, telling her how much of a hard worker you are and how even while still in school and suffering with assignments, you still smile and make sure the customers enjoy their time here."

You give him a thanks, and he continues on. "Which is why I told her about what I wanna do. So here's my proposition: I'll pay for everything for you. Your debt, bills, clothes, whatever it is your pretty lil' head is worryin' 'bout."

Toji's promise does sound comforting to the ears, but you think about your part in all this. "So, do I have to work for you?"

He chuckles. "No, baby, not working fr' me. But there is something I want you to do."

"Yes?"

Toji doesn't give you a clear answer, staring at your face with a soft smile. You wonder why he's being odd until his face leans forward, and the hand on your shoulder pushes you into a kiss. You let out a yelp into his mouth, but the shock diminishes once you succumb to his warm, intoxicating lips. He tastes like beer, definitely from his drink.

He removes his lips from you, and you faintly exhale in an unsteady breath. "Mmmm, yer too much fr' me, sweetie." Toji groans and kisses down your neck while you place a hand on his chest to grip his turtleneck for support before you dissolve into his arms. And although you shouldn't be at your work at this time of night doing this, it felt too good to end.

"I want you to be with me," Toji says in-between smooches on your neck, moving to paint the other side with his pecks. "You're so good to me, darlin', always being such a good girl." He nibbles on your clavicle, and a soft gasp rewards his eardrums. "Lemme take care of you, y/n."

All that's going through your head is the feeling of his lips on your body and the arousing throbbing sense happening in your nether core.

"Hmm, whaddya say, baby?" His lips are too close to your ear as he playfully bites the lobe. Your thighs rub against one another, and you know there's a wet spot in your panties. "Gonna be my perfect girl?"

If you don't give him an answer quick, you're bound to melt right on this seat, and being a whimpering mess to his touch is embarrassing enough.

"Haaaah...Y-yes," You finally answer in weak whispers, mind spinning and eyes glossy. "I wanna—Ahaaa...I wanna be yours."

You can feel Toji's lips curl into a smile. He lifts his head to look at you, and a hand comes up to cup your face before he gives you a soft kiss on your quivering lips.

"My good girl."

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A few months have passed since you and Toji formed this new relationship. And getting used to certain things is still a challenge.

For one: covering up your new lifestyle is never easy when you're out with people you know. During winter break, you went to dinner with your friends and offered to pay for the whole table. They looked at you as if you were talking nonsense ("Girl, where the hell you get that kind of money to be covering for all of us?" "For real, is this the same diner you've been working at? Are they hiring?").

Another thing that wasn't easy to get accustomed to was Toji spoiling you. Since you're a college student, Toji only sees you every other weekend when he has time. During those days, Toji doesn't hold back in showering you with gifts and affection. Between the fancy dates in expensive restaurants, riding rides at fun amusement parks, or the bags of new clothes you bring back to your dorm, it was something you didn't expect to happen so quickly. Your roommates constantly tease you about this "mystery man" who makes it known you're his special lady.

But outside of that, the most significant change was you and Toji. To say you two got closer was too easy to put into words. Sure, the money was there, so you could finally get a good night's rest without worrying too much about your school debt or bills. However, you knew this went beyond the dollar bills and the fancy clothes.

Come to find out, Toji knows and remembers things that amaze you. There was a time he bought you a whole wardrobe worth of dresses because he remembered you had to cancel dates with your friends since you had nothing cute to wear. Or the time he got you a box of your favorite teas, even though you briefly mentioned them to him during a talk way back from recollection.

And even away from the materialistic things, you can feel how much Toji loves you. You can feel it in his eyes whenever he's looking at you. You can feel it when you try to argue yourself out of trying an outfit you don't think will be good on you, but Toji coaxes you into it because he knows — not thinks, knows you'll look good wearing it. You can feel it in his hands when they hold yours, when he places a hand on your thigh and rubs it in loving warmth, or when he caresses your cheek when he kisses you goodbye when you two have to return to your own lives.

It's a type of love you didn't see yourself being on the other end of. The more immersed you are, the harder it is to imagine yourself out of it.

Spring break is now upon us, and Toji has invited you to join him overseas for a business trip. You tried to decline, saying it's his trip and you don't want to intrude on his business. That argument was immediately shut down ("Tch, believe me, sweetheart, you're saving me from bashing someone's head in if you're close to me than not. Plus, I wanna see you wear that cute swimsuit I got you."), so he dragged you on his private jet, and now we're here.

During the day is when he's away for work, so you spend the morning either in the penthouse suite you two are staying in, outside taking pictures to show Toji later or looking around at the little shops nearby. Toji is done with work around the early afternoon, so you two spend time together exploring the country, trying new foods, and taking walks around the area while talking about how your day went until the sun goes down.

Everything goes well until Thursday when Toji texts you saying something happened at work and that he'd be at the suite later than usual. Well, it's 7:45, the sun is starting to go down, and Toji is still nowhere in sight. I hope everything is alright on his end.

You're unsure about going outside for a walk on the off-chance you stay out too late. And if something happens to you while Toji isn't close by, that'll give him more to worry about on his plate, and you definitely don't want that for him.

So, you look around the penthouse to see if there's anything to keep you occupied until Toji's return, and then what catches your eye is the swimming pool outside on the terrace which you haven't tried yet. That'll do!

You go to change into a swimsuit, a cute two-piece that Toji bought for you when you two went shopping together. After a quick shower, you enter the pool and enjoy the calm waters while watching the sunset, leaving a beautiful array of colors painting the sky over you.

Tomorrow is your last day here while Toji will do business, and then you're back to school on Monday. The fact that you'll be graduating debt free still blows your mind. Toji really fulfilled his promise and took care of your worries.

Is that to say that your relationship ends once you touch that diploma?

You lift your feet and lay on your back to allow the water to hold you up, ears covered in the water and face looking into the sky as you're lost in your thoughts.

It wouldn't be too far off if Toji wanted to close this whole thing off when you graduate, as the point was for you to not worry about debt and such. That much you understood from the very beginning. But what happens after that? Do you two just go back to being acquaintances that only meet at the diner? And what about the stuff he got you? Do they stay with you forever? And do you have to fight memories of him every time you see them?

What about all the touches, all the hand-holding, all the cuddles, and all the kisses? Are they supposed to mean nothing to you the next time you see his face?

You're thankful for the water keeping you afloat in the pool, but having these thoughts attack your brain just makes you want to sink in loathing.

Until you feel something tinkle your feet, having your body react in a state of panic. No longer floating on your back, you search for whatever is torturing your feet. Only to find Toji in front of you wearing black trunks, he chuckles lowly, and your heart sinks in embarrassment.

"T-Toji," You swim up to greet him. "How long were you back from work?"

"For about 10 minutes," He watches you move through the water, following you to sit in the shallow part of the pool for you two to talk. "I saw you in the pool and thought I'd join. I tried callin' out to ya, but the water was blocking your ears."

"Hehe, sorry about that. I was thinking about something. How was work?"

His face went into a deep scowl with rolled eyes, and you giggle at his nonverbal response. "Had I not known I was comin' back here to see you, I'd probably fucked that rookie up."

"That bad?"

He hums and brings you closer to him with his hand on your shoulder. "But don't worry 'bout it. And you? What were you thinking about?"

"Hmm? Oh, it was nothing," your encouraging response is fictitious.

Toji lowers a brow. "Try again."

"No, honest! It was nothing, Toji."

"Don't make me tickle you again, kiddo." You freeze and look at his face. His sharp gaze and slight grin speak for themselves about his seriousness.

A sigh is withdraw from your lips. "I was just thinking about how I'd be leaving on Saturday and being halfway done with my senior year of college."

"And?"

"And, uhh," You gulp and avert your eyes to your lap, your fingers swaying with the pool water. "I was also thinking about me... and you?"

There's silence, the lack of response eating you alive. Then you feel Toji's hand grip your shoulder.

"Are you scared I won't be with you after you graduate?"

He hit the nail because you don't answer for a few seconds. Your eyes still avoid him.

But Toji still persists. "Do you not want to be with me?"

Your head turns to face him in haste, taking you aback at how fast you were. "No! I don't want this to end. I'm grateful for how close you and I have become. I want... I want..." You fall silent once more as your head moves back to your lap as if you'd find the words you want to express lying there.

Using his free hand, Toji grabs your chin to look his way again. "What do you want, baby? Use your words fr' me."

The intense gaze of his jade-green eyes captures your attention, practically daring you to look away from him. The warmth of your cheeks spreads around your face, and you gulp before answering.

"I really appreciate all that you've done for me. And I...I really like you, Toji. I want to be with you." His face doesn't change as you ramble on, causing you to move your eyes to avoid the awkward stare. "But I wouldn't blame you if you want to stop with where we—"

Your sentence was interrupted by Toji's kiss, and a squeak was suppressed between the two lips. You exhale in bliss as your hands find purchase on his solid chest. He deepens the kiss when his hand is posted at the back of your neck.

You break the kiss to breathe, Toji's gruff chuckles fills the warm air.

"You're too adorable, princess. Do you really think I'd want to let my precious girl away from my sight?" You open your mouth to interject, but Toji lifts your hand and brings it to his lips, kissing each knuckle. "Listen here, darlin'. I didn't offer to take care of your debt on a whim. I adore the fuckin' shit out of you, and I was gonna wait til your graduation to ask if you'd still want this thing to be official."

"But now that I hear you're interested," his big hand holds yours, fingers intertwined as his thumb brushes your forefinger. "Are ya up for it?"

You breathe slowly to ease your heart, beating at an irregular tempo. You grip his hand in return and offer a sheepish smile.

"Yes. I'd like that very much, Toji."

He smirks and kisses your cheek. "Good girl." Toji has his arms placed behind your back and under your legs. Then he stands up while picking up your figure bridal style. He grins hard when you squeal in surprise as your arms sling around his neck.

"Let's shower," he walks out of the pool and into the suite. "And then afterward, I'll show you how much I've been itchin' to make you be my girl for real."

The heat on your face grows tenfold, and Toji barks a laugh when you hide your face. You can only mentally pray for yourself for what's to come.

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That little prayer did absolutely nothing!

Now you're lying on the bed nude and wet from the shower as the water droplets on your body slide down to the satin sheets beneath you. Your hands cover your mouth, trying to suppress the moans and sobs from exiting your lips.

And the cause of this is the man currently nestled between your legs. You can see the raven hair between your inner thighs, but you feel a wet muscle lapping around your vulva. The lewd noises of Toji eating you out fill the room and has you writhing in discomfort, and you try to slowly move your lower region away from his ravaging mouth.

"Aht aht, you're not goin' anywhere, mama." Toji's rough hands grip your waist and pull you back down, his nose brushing your clit as you jerk upwards. He lifts his head to look at you, and the image of your slick smeared all over his mouth and chin almost makes you faint.

"Put those hands down, baby. Let Daddy hear that sweet voice of yours." He uses one hand to play with your pussy, middle and forefinger abuse your inner lips as his thumb grinds down on your sweet bud. Your eyes shoot up for the stars, and you're forced to do what he says, hands gripping the sheets while your cries are out for him to hear.

"Aahhhh!! Haaah, T-Toji!! 'S too much, too—Ooohh!" His tongue returns between your cunt, licking and tasting the sticky fluid coating your pussy. Your eyes are watering, your mind starts to feel dizzy, and your legs can't stay still to save your life. He's been doing this for 15 minutes!!

You clutch his hair and wail out his name in pleasure, earning a moan from Toji as his grip on your thighs gets tighter.

He can tell you're close to finishing, so he helps you. His tongue slides from your wet center to your clitoris, licking and sucking on the extremely sensitive bud, his teeth lightly pressing down on the pearl.

Your release comes instantly, and your walls spasm as you cry in pure euphoria. Your head pushed deep into the pillow below you, letting your body finish reacting to the climax. However, Toji doesn't wait for you when his mouth drinks your essence. His tongue attacked your sore velvety walls, having you gasp for air.

When he's done, he finally withdraws from between your legs and kneels before you, taking in your disheveled figure. Your tear-stricken face and hooded eyes peer up at him as he wipes his face of your excess come, licking the rest from the back of his hand.

Toji snickers hoarsely. "Sorry, sweetheart, you tasted so fuckin' good I couldn't help myself. Besides," you watch his hands trail down to his dick as he places himself on your messy vagina. "Gotta get you prepped up fr' me."

He puts a pillow under your lower back to raise your hips more. Seeing his dick for the first time has you in mental turmoil. Toji notices you looking and sneers, pulling your hips to him so his balls practically kiss your opening, his dick on full display on your lower abdomen. The girth alone has your cunt pulsating in anticipation, and good God, the length of that thing. It's not the first dick you've seen in your life, but it's definitely the biggest challenge you've come across.

I hope those 15 minutes of prep were enough.

You come back to your senses when you feel the tip of his hefty member circling the corners of your folds, and your slick aids him as a lubricant.

"Ready, babygirl?" You exhale a nervous breath and nod for confirmation. "Okay, we're gonna start real slow."

Toji began to push the tip in, your folds being spread open to accommodate the foreign object intruding into your tight hole. You close your eyes and hold your breath, the pain worsening by the second. You take one breath, and Toji pushes further. With another breath, he goes further. Another-

A giant gasp takes over you as the tip of Toji's cock enters you. And Toji takes his time pushing himself further into you, using every fiber of his being not to rut into your tight walls off the jump.

"Haaah, hmmm, oh fuck," That's easier said than done with you gripping onto him like your life depended on it. Once he's pushed his whole cock into you, your words come out as a babbling mess, gripping his arms for support. He looks down at your disarranged self, chuckling at such a wonderful sight. "You look really fuckin' sexy layin' under me, baby."

"God...Toji," Tears stream down your cheeks, wincing at the pain down south. "'S too muuu-ch, too big for—Hnnngh!!" A sudden thrust of the hips has you biting down on your bottom lip.

"C'mon now, I thought I told you about that. I already let it slide once or twice." Toji places your legs on his shoulders and leans close to you, his body weight adding onto yours as the base of his cock grinds into your sex. "What's my new name, mama?"

"Ah!! I'm sorry, Daddy." The title comes through sobs.

Toji grins from ear to ear, wiping your tears with his calloused fingers. "Good girl," he kisses your forehead as you adjust to his girthy length. "So fuckin' pretty fr' Daddy." He takes your lips with his soft ones before moving his hips in a slow yet rough rhythm.

The mating press has your body submit to him, taking in his cock as it sinks deep into your swollen core. And it only gets worse when his pace gets faster, hitting your sweet spots accurately. At this rate, you're bound to cum earlier than necessary.

Then you feel his tip abruptly touch your cervix, and the wail you let out is picked up by Toji's ears. "Oh? Think I found what I was lookin' for." His hips grind deep in you, his tip abusing your poor cervix to the point you speak in tongues. "Feelin' good, princess?"

"Fuck, Daddyyyy, please, I'm-Ahaaah, Ohhh!" His irrational pace has your brain turning to mush, his cock bullying your insides. The sound of his balls slapping against your squelching folds has you squeezing him harder. "I'm gonna cu-cumm!!"

Toji hisses into your ear, the tone of his voice dominating your senses. "Oooooh, don't grip on me like that, sweetie. Gonna end up — Mmmph! Shit, shit, shit, shit...Gonna give you a baby."

You reach to cup his face through watery eyes glazed in a haze. "Please, Daddy, I want it," You know you're talking nonsense, but why care when you're feeling this fucking good. "Inside, I want it, inside!"

"Heh, be careful with what you wish for, mama." He kisses you again as his hips become erratic, and he moves a hand to your clit and pinches it, whining into your mouth when you're cunt clutches onto him one final time.

You cum around his cock and push your head back on the pillows, your gushy walls spasming around his length, prompting Toji to cum inside you after a few more thrusts. You two moan into each other's mouths, riding each other's high until your bodies calm down.

The two of you pant heavily once the kiss is broken apart, and his deep emerald orbs take in your dazed expression. He smiles when he notices drool on the side of your mouth, using a thumb to wipe it off for you.

"My sweet darlin'," Toji kisses your cheek and sighs deeply into your embrace. "You're too good fr' me, baby."

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"Did I say that I want your babies?"

You're resting with Toji, your head relaxed on his chest as you sit between his legs. The television in the bedroom plays an episode of a sitcom, anything for you two to look at and enjoy a moment of peace together.

He snickers at your question, his chest rising and falling as you lay on him feels nice. "Yeah, you kinda did."

"Wow, that sex must've screwed something up in my head."

"Yeah, my dick had you wanting to risk it all." He snorts when you playfully hit his arm. "Don't worry, we can find some plan b in the morning."

Turning to face Toji, still watching TV, you furrow your brows. "We? What about work?"

"I have tomorrow off. It's your last day, and I don't feel like going back to work, or else I'll be sour all fuckin day. Much rather spend it with you than with some morons."

You look at Toji for a little longer before you smile and kiss his cheek, catching the older man off guard as you nestle into his warm body. "Thank you, Toji. For everything."

The thanks carry a deeper meaning. Not a single ounce of doubt clouds your mind now that you've gotten the closure you wanted. Thinking about how your life brought you to this moment, you're happy with your decision to pursue this relationship and more. And it's thanks to this man for making it possible.

Toji still stares at you before he scoffs and kisses your temple.

"No problem, kiddo."

#hoshi ✩ writes: fics #edit: if you ever read any typos/grammar errors no you didn't bc i totally didn't finish this while doing an all-nighter 🙃#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jjk x reader #jjk x you #jjk x y/n #jujutsu kaisen smut #jjk thirsts #jjk imagines

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ankyax · 1 year

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Sobbing

Screaming

Crying

Throwing up

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WHY DOES SKIP AND LOAFER HAVE TO BE NEWWWWW I WANT MORE NYOWWWWWWWW

#skip and loafer #anime #please #i swaer to god #give it to me #i beg i plead #ill do anything

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ankyax · 1 year

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The biting section!!!!!! ESPECIALLY WITH KENMA, MIDORIA, MEGUMI, AND ALL THE OTHER SWEET BOYS!!!!!!

𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐑 𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐈𝐄𝐒?

bitting: he loves marking your body, whether you two are doing nothing, but standing in line or doing the do. he’s always bitting your shoulders, upper neck and thighs, but it's mainly to keep himself from moaning or whimpering too loud.

“haah.” groaning in your ear with your body at maxium arch, continuously hitting against your cervix. "so much." whinny moans slipping past your lips within each second as your body jolted near the head board, "take it for me baby." he groaned in a low tone against your neck, thrust becoming harsher than before, his arms wrapped firmly around your waist as he lost control over his voice. "f-fuuck fuck." whining into your neck while his thrusts became sloppier, legs quivering as pleasure flooded your core. "bouta cum.. i-inside." a lovely tone left his voice before feeling warmth hover over your neck as you felt a hot stinging sensation. "mmmphm." a broken moan left your throat as strings of groans muffled against your neck.

— kenma, ARMIN, jean, sugawara, akashi, goshiki, MEGUMI, inumaki, yuta, takeda, midoriya

hickies: simply because he loves the seeing his marks on your body, basically telling anyone who glances in your direction that your already taken and that someone being him. he doesn't get off more than just admiring the marks alongside your neck and reminiscing on how they got there.

"just like that sweet girl." his hands placed on your waist bouncing you up and down his cock, heated bodies bumping against each other. "ahh fuuck." sweet moans left your lips as you threw you head back exposing the naked skin of your neck, inviting his tongue to glid across your skin as he began thrusting into your your pussy, repeatedly grinding against that sweet spot inside you while still bouncing you up and own. hips connecting as your tight cunt squeezed around him. "feels that good, yeah?" his mouth latched onto your skin once against as your insides began to turn, creaming on his dick.

— tsukishima, kuroo, KIRISHIMA, bakugo, iwazumi, ukai, geto, TOJI, eren, reiner, matsukawa, hawks, gojo, ace, CROCODILE, oikawa, suna, miya twinss, KID, ace

bitting & hickies: whatever comes to him in the moment happens. it's almost like an instict for him, but either way he loves marking your body with his mouth.

— TENDOU, denki, sukuna, aone, yamamoto, bokuto, sukasa, LUFFY, zoro

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Noot noot 😏

D is for -I know your dirty little secret!

Dirty Secret- I refuse to apologies for this! I DARE you to tell me you wouldn’t :P

Very smutty 18+

As always your comments feed my writing.

Dedicated to @layla2-49 @nushy @wandas-soulmate @dilf-of-the-endless

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Here's a daydream I've had if it helps the brain work

Morpheus and his wife(who's fae) are captured together but under the advice of the Corinthian robert separates them and give morpheus wife to he's friend binding her in a way similar to how Calliope was kept the man who took her and she gets pass down by each generation as a fae that brings good fortune and wealth and when morpheus escapes he comes and finds her with some of that protective and possessiveness. Not a request but and idea I've been dieing to share

Okay okay I was just gonna comment a bit but this somehow turned into full-blown headcanons so yeah I guess it did get the brain working🤣 Thanks for sharing your daydream anon! Here are a few thoughts it gave me:

Warning: mentions of blood and being held captive, overall angst

The magic drains you of power as well when you are captured, but you still struggle to curl around Morpheus when Roderick pulls the cape off him. Trying to cover as much of his naked body as you can, protect him from all the cruel stares

In his weakened state, Morpheus tries to hold onto you while Roderick's men take you away from him. But he doesn't have the strength to stand, let alone stop them from lifting you out of the binding circle and taking you God knows where

Years later, when Jessamy comes to rescue him, he knows there's no way she could break the glass around him. He opens his mouth to speak for the first time in years, and the first thing he wants to tell his raven is to go and find you, see if there is any way that she could free you (because he's sure you're still imprisoned, otherwise you wouldn't have thought twice before coming back for your husband)

But before he can say anything to Jessamy, there's a gunshot and a splash of blood

And now his loss is double

A terrible thought begins to haunt him, than you might have had the same fate. He knows the humans would rather keep you for their own gain than kill you, but he also knows how irrational and cruel they can be. What if...?

He can't allow himself to think of it. Standing still and silent in a glass cage for over a decade is torture enough. Imagining you meeting the same end as Jessamy would drive him to despair

When Morpheus finally, finally escapes, the first thing he does in Alex's dream is demand to know where they took you. Once he has the answer and condemns Alex to an eternal nightmare, he wills himself into your "owner's" mansion

He barely has the strength to punish those who hurt you, but of course he doesn't show it. He's every bit as terrifying to them, if not more so than he was with Alex (I mean we know what he was like with Madoc, no one gets to hurt his lover without suffering the consequences)

When he gets to you, you're not even conscious. You rarely are these days, after having your energy constantly drained for the past century so others could thrive

It's the most horrible sight Morpheus has seen since Jessamy's mangled body - his wife, his queen, his love, barely breathing on some filthy basement floor. After a hundred years without you, after a hundred years without anyone, he yearns to wrap you in his arms. But you look so frail, he barely dares to brush his fingers over your cheek

He uses the last of his strength to bring you both back to the Dreaming. Being transported to another plane is what makes you open your eyes

In your years of captivity, there had been so many moments of pure exhaustion where you could have sworn you heard your husband's deep voice, that you were waking up to his tender touch and the soft sheets of the bed you shared, back in your palace - always a beautiful, cruel illusion

So, when you see him again, you don't even believe it. He's finally with you after all this time, and you're looking at him like he's some kind of ghost conjured up by your broken mind

Lucienne is there, too, her eyes brimming with tears as she offers to help her King and Queen stand

But Morpheus refuses to move. He lies there on the ground with you, holding your face in his hands and murmuring to you over and over again that it is over and he is real and that you are home

And you finally realize this is not the perfect dream your mind usually creates to escape your tragic reality. There is no warmth, no royal bed. The Morpheus before you... his eyes are tired, drained, and there's dirt clinging to his alabaster skin, the dirt you had both unceremoniously landed in

It is real. It is home.

The moment that sinks in, you're pulling him to you with desperate arms, sobbing both your relief and a century of despair into his chest

And he finally gets to hold you to him so tightly, no mere human would be able to breathe were they in your shoes

He rarely shows such emotion towards you in the presence of others, but Lucienne is his most trusted subject

And truth be told, in this moment, his entire realm could be watching and he wouldn't deny you his embrace

Each one of your tears burns him

And he swears right then and there that he will never allow you to get hurt again

Do I need more angst in my life? No. Am I loving the fictional angst? Yesssss

Can't guarantee I'll elaborate so much on each one but Morpheus thoughts are welcome in my inbox!

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How to ruin a Dream Lord's proposal (and get away with it) (Morpheus x Reader)

Pairing: Morpheus x gender neutral!reader

Summary: Matthew finds out Morpheus plans to propose to you... on your first date. Given what happened to the last poor soul who said no when Dream popped the big question, Matthew and the others are understandably concerned for you. Because there's no way you'd wanna marry a guy you haven't even started dating yet, right?

Right??

Warnings: Morpheus is a menace when it comes to relationships (just ask Nada), reader is out of their goddamn mind, what Matthew has seen cannot be unseen (I'm being an idiot but you're safe guys, the only real warning is some suggestive stuff towards the end)

Word count: ~3K

A/n: This fic is kind of a sequel to these headcanons but makes sense on its own. It's also just an excuse for me to have a little fun with these characters, so please don't take it too seriously😅

Thank you @thegreatestsandwich and @layla2-49 for inspiring this crazy idea😘

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"Guys, we have a bit of an emergency," Matthew announced, flying into the library and settling on the cluttered table. The conversation between Lucienne and Mervyn halted.

"What happened?" the librarian frowned. "Is something wrong?"

"Yes and no. Depends. Well…"

"Well, get on with it," Mervyn crossed his arms when Matthew couldn't seem to articulate whatever had him so on edge. "Whatever it is, I'm sure Loosh can fix it."

"...yeah, not this one," Matthew said. "The boss is gonna take y/n to Fiddler's Green today and - caw! - he's gonna propose."

"Oh, dear," Lucienne sighed, putting down the book she was holding. Mervyn, on the other hand, shrugged.

"So? Good for him, they've been courting forever."

"No, they haven't," Matthew's voice rose in pitch. "Y/n doesn't even know he's in love with them!"

"Really? 'Cause they seem awfully close to me."

"Yes, but his Lordship has yet to make the full extent of his feelings known," Lucienne explained. She turned to Matthew, giving him a pointed look from behind her glasses. "He's changed considerably these past few years. I don't think y/n will end up being another Nada, but if they refuse, they should at least be warned to do it… gently."

"If? Of course they'll refuse!" Matthew burst out. "Who in their right mind would say yes to that on a first fucking-?"

"Say yes to what?"

Another caw! shot out of Matthew when he realized that shit, you were behind him. Probably having just fallen asleep and dreamed your way to the library, as you often did.

"H-Hi! Um, we were just… wow," he lost his trail of thought as he turned around as saw you. "You sure went to sleep in fancy wear tonight."

Usually, you ended up wearing the same clothes in your dreams as you did when you went to bed - at least since Morpheus had started allowing you to be lucid and visit his palace, rather than constantly drift in and out of random fantastic scenarios. So you'd gotten used to falling asleep in something a bit more street-appropriate than pyjamas. But tonight… yes, your bedtime routine had looked like getting ready for a night out rather than just going to sleep.

You felt a little bashful about it now that you were standing like that in front of Matthew, Lucienne and Mervyn.

"Actually, um… Lord Morpheus invited me to join him in Fiddler's Green tonight. And he was quite… formal about it, so… I don't know, I'm probably getting ahead of myself, but I'm pretty sure it's a date," you finished with a breathy chuckle, still unable to wrap your mind around the foreign idea. To be honest, you'd been a little fuzzy in the head ever since the Lord of Dreams had so gracefully extended the invitation, with a kind of rare eagerness dancing in his eyes that made you weak in the knees.

Your enthusiasm somewhat wavered, though, when you realized everyone was too busy staring at you uncomfortably to actually say something.

"Why are you all looking at me like that?" Self-conscious all of a sudden, you threw a glance downward at yourself. "Is it too much? Is it too little? Shit, it's too little, isn't it? I mean, he's the King of Dreams, I should have dressed for a royal ball or something-"

"No! No, y/n, you…" Lucienne finally spoke. She moved a bit closer to you, her tense expression allowing for a warm smile. "You look gorgeous, dear. We're only a little concerned that… You see, his Lordship can get a little carried away when it comes to such matters. We thought it best to prepare you in case he might be a bit too… forward in his declarations."

"Forward as in…?"

"He's gonna ask you to marry him," Matthew blurted out.

You blinked at him. Slowly.

"... what? How-how do you…? Did he say that?"

"Yeah."

"Are you sure?" you insisted.

"Word for word."

Your mind kind of just… took a quick sabbatical.

"I know, it's nuts," Matthew went on over your stunned silence. "I mean, you'd think he'd know better than to pop the big question on the first date, but you know what he's like. We couldn't just let you get blind-sided like that, especially 'cause… well, he doesn't take rejection too well. I mean, I know you have feelings for him and all that, but you still gotta be careful how you break it to him that you're not ready for all that other stuff just yet- Hey, where you going? Y/n?"

He didn't get an answer, because you'd already turned on your heel and were rushing out of the library. Not long after, the door slammed shut behind you.

Lucienne sighed sympathetically. "Poor thing. You could have been a bit more gentle delivering the news, Matthew."

If he still had nails, Matthew would have been biting them nervously. "Guys… you don't think they ran away for good, do you?"

"Don't just stand there, fly after them and get them to come back!" Mervyn snapped. "You think his Lordship is in a foul mood when he gets rejected? Wait till he gets stood up."

And you're the one responsible for it.

The terrifying thought was enough for Matthew to spread his wings and shoot off the table to find you.

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Distances were tricky in the Dreaming. It seemed that the more eager you were to reach a certain place, the closer it felt - or was. There wasn't much difference between the two in dreams.

So, it didn't exactly surprise Matthew that when he found you, you were already where you wanted to be. What did make him raise a non-existent eyebrow, though, was the fact that that place was Fiddler's Green.

Aka where Lord Morpheus was currently sprinkling sand on the field, ensuring that even more of the wonderfully-scented flowers bloomed in its wake as he awaited your arrival. While sunlight had been pouring into the library through the high, stained-glass windows, Fiddler's Green was bathed in the silver glow of a starlit sky. The Dream Lord sure wasn't sparing any efforts to set the scene.

Too bad you were about to burst his bubble, judging by the rigid look on your face as you walked up to him.

"My Lord."

"Oh, shit," Matthew muttered under his breath as he landed on a nearby tree branch, praying to God that the leaves would be enough to shield him from his boss's sight.

Not that Morpheus was prone to notice, at the moment. All his attention was drawn to you, a hint of pleasant surprise at the corner of his lips.

"Y/n. I wasn't expecting you so early-"

"I know why you asked me to come here," you cut him off curtly.

Matthew could practically hear the sound of a scratching record as Morpheus's expression turned rigid.

"Do you now?"

"Yeah. Matthew told me."

"And just what exactly did he tell you?"

Matthew gulped at the tick in his boss's jaw. And the icy tone of voice that basically guaranteed he was in deep shit, of course.

"That you're gonna ask me to marry you. Is that true?"

For crying out loud, you sounded like you were interrogating him. As terrified as he was, Matthew braced himself for the possibility that he might have to swoop in and fall on the sword of Dream's wrath himself, should things take a turn for the worse.

It clearly took some effort for Morpheus to contain his rising anger. But, it was thankfully not directed at you, and he managed a carefully contained tone of voice.

"It was not his place to mention that, but yes. It was my intention. It is," he added a bit more softly.

For a moment, you were silent, your eyes dropping to your hands.

"He also said you're batshit crazy for doing it before we've even… you know. Dated," you went on. There was a slight waver in your voice now, probably the reason why you were more quiet than before. "Well, he didn't say it but I could tell he was thinking it."

Welp, Matthew thought. That should get him a one way ticket to the Darkness, alright.

"And, I mean, he's not wrong," you went on, raising your gaze back to Morpheus with a small scoff. "That's so… impulsive and forward and just... inappropriate, if I'm being honest. At least by human standards in this day and age."

Damn. Had you been in a duel like the one Matthew had witnessed between Dream and Lucifer, that would have been the killing blow. Not that Morpheus showed it. It wasn't hurt in his eyes as he fixed you with an unwavering stare - it was simply hard and unreadable, betraying nothing except perhaps a sense of indignation.

"I see," he rasped out. "Then I suppose I should take my leave of you before I cause you any more distress."

That was... sad, but better than what Matthew had been worried about. Morpheus was about to pass you by in long, angry strides when you rushed to stand in his way.

"No, you don't get to just put me in a position like that and leave." His annoyance was palpable, but he reluctantly stopped. "I mean… do you realize what I'm dealing with right now? Because you went and told Matthew before me, I know exactly how you feel on the subject. And now that I do, I have to do this crazy, nerve-wrecking thing that makes me wanna pass out just thinking about it. Because…"

You took a step towards him. Reached for his hand, but changed your mind last minute with a slight shake of your head. Then took a calming breath and looked up into his eyes, which were now watching you with a spark of curiosity that was almost enough to melt the ice, your voice barely above a murmur as a nervous smile kept threatening to tug at your lips.

"... how can I possibly not take this opportunity to be able to say that I, y/n y/l/n, a mere human… asked the Dream of the Endless himself to marry me… and he said yes?"

CAW!

(Or, in translation from bird speak, what the actual fu-!)

Matthew nearly fell off the branch. The screeching sound had just escaped his throat of its own accord.

At this point, he couldn't even give a feather that you had flinched and were now glaring up at the source of the noise, clearly having found him out.

Morpheus, on the other hand, barely batted an eye. You were the sole object of his attention as he invaded your space in one, painfully slow step. Your eyes were drawn back to his, so close you could practically drown in the endless depths of his blue irises. His voice was deeper than you'd ever heard it, and as cruelly soft as the paws of a cat playing with its prey.

"And you, y/n y/l/n, a 'mere human'," he articulated each word slowly, meticulously, "would dare ask one such as I to wed you…"

The very air held its breath.

"...without a ring?"

If Matthew had a nickel for every time a marriage proposal nearly plot twisted him into a heart attack, he'd have two nickels. Which wasn't much, but it was weird it happened twice. In a row.

As for you - God, you felt like pouncing on Morpheus and melting into a puddle at the same time. You somehow managed to contain all that into a thoughtful little smile.

"Well…"

It was a long shot, but you wouldn't back out now for the world. Slowly, still holding his gaze, you reached inside the pocket of his coat with fingers that, to your surprise, were only lightly trembling. Shit, it might be in another one. Or not there at all. Maybe he planned on conjuring it out of thin air for the effect. It would be so easy to make a fool of yourself now-

There.

You found an object with what felt like corners and edges, and retrieved it from his pocket. It was only then that you looked away from Morpheus, and down at what you were now holding in your hands. Your heart threatened to dive out of your chest and straight into the little black box as you carefully opened it.

The one thing around you more beautiful than the ring inside was Morpheus himself. The jewel was discreet and elegant, a silver band with a small but gorgeous ruby. Apparently, he'd never lost his taste for that particular gem. The light reflected off its facets with an ethereal glow, and you just knew there was some magic tethered to it. A part of Morpheus himself.

What was it doing in your hands again? Oh-

"Found one."

It was far too breathless for the playful quip you intended it to be, but it earned you a cheeky lift in the corner of Morpheus's lips just the same.

"You stole one."

"You let me."

"Well, are you going to use it?" he challenged.

And you weren't one to back down, no matter how furiously your heart was rattling in your chest. But you were more than willing to get down.

On one knee.

"Dream of the Endless, King of-"

He was on you like a lion before your knee even fully touched the ground. You yelped as you fell flat on your back into the soft grass below, his hands seizing your face and his lips coming down upon yours as he pinned you beneath him. His slender figure was hard and deliciously unyielding against yours, thinly veiled hunger fueling his ardent kiss. It was a miracle your fingers somehow remained clenched around the precious ring box while you threw your arms around his neck to pull him closer, dizzy with the taste of his tongue mapping your mouth. Only when he was satisfied he had learned every inch of it as well as he knew his own palace did he release your lips.

"A ruler does not kneel in their own realm," he informed you with a satiated smirk.

He had to call you that, didn't he? As if your breath hadn't completely left you already.

"Not even to my king?" you managed to ask dreamily. Morpheus leaned into your ear.

"Only in the intimacy of our chambers."

You trembled as he gave your earlobe a gentle bite.

"S-so… should I take that as a-"

"Yes," he finally declared, pulling back to look straight into your eyes as he did. "If you'll have me."

You grinned. "That's all I want."

And you were kissing again, through your joyous laughter and that rare smile of his you felt against your lips. There was still the ring in your hand, but you simply couldn't be bothered to figure out who should put it on whose finger at this point. You let it drop as gently as you could manage to the ground, then finally got to tangle your fingers in Morpheus's pitch black hair like you've been dying to for ages. His mouth left yours to draw a sensuous trail down your jaw, kissing his way down to your neck-

…and you remembered you probably weren't alone.

"You can stop spying now, Matthew," you called out to the trees.

In poor Matthew's defence, it wasn't like he wanted to keep watching. The turn of events had just kind of… broken his mind a little, and he needed a bit of time to figure out how to rub his temples without thumbs. He hadn't recovered quite enough to trust his wings to function yet.

Morpheus begrudgingly broke away from your neck enough to raise his voice, "Unless you'd like a preview of the wedding night."

The sound of rustling leaves where Matthew shot past them followed so fast.

Still, your eyes snapped to your now-fiancee in shock.

"Morpheus! What happened to the 'intimacy of our chambers'?"

"He deserved to squirm a little. He messed with my proposal." He pretended to ponder something. "In fact, so did you."

"So? You gonna make me squirm, too?"

"Far worse than that."

Thankfully, Matthew was much too far up to hear the sounds that followed.

"I don't get paid enough for this," he muttered to himself. "I don't get paid at all."

"At least you get to fly away," the disembodied voice of Fiddler's Green grumbled on a breeze.

And fly away Matthew did. Far, far away.

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*Cue post-credits scene*

"... and then y/n asked him to marry them!"

Lucienne nearly dropped the book she was holding. Meanwhile, Mervyn slapped his knee in disappointment.

"Ugh, I told you we should have gone with him, Loosh. Now I'll never get to see the look on boss's face."

"It's none of our business, Merv," she said, regaining her composure like the disciplined librarian she was. She stood from the table to put a few books back on the shelf. "I'm just glad their Majesties are finally happy."

"Whoa, there, easy on the titles. We don't even know if he said yes." Mervyn chuckled. "Ha! Never thought I'd say that."

"Oh, he did. Much more enthusiastically than I ever wanted to see," Matthew informed him, fighting the urge to gag. "I'm never spying on either of them again."

Sensible as ever, Lucienne insisted, "Like I said - none of our business. Now, I suggest we all go back to work. It seems we'll be busy with wedding preparations on top of our usual duties soon enough."

With that, she scooped another couple of books from the table and disappeared with them behind the shelves.

The silence only lasted a few seconds before Mervyn broke it in a hushed tone.

"So… who ended up wearing the ring?"

Matthew scoffed as quietly. "I doubt they're wearing anything right now."

"None. Of our. Business!"

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A/n: Thank you for reading! Again, this was meant to be sort of a crackfic so don't be too hard on me pls😅 If you enjoyed please leave a comment or reblog, those are the love of my life (after Morpheus ofc)

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