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Happy Fk'n Birthday

Pairing: Prohero Katsuki x Reader

Rating: 18+ Explicit

Content Warnings: Brat/Brat taming themes, penetration, fingering, hair pulling, use of she/her pronouns, use of the word 'girl' in regards to reader, reader has a vagina, reader also gets dragged across the floor, slight dacryphilla, Dom Katsuki, no use/mentions of protection stay safe yall

This fic is unedited and super self-indulgent, because it's my birthday this week and I just want Katsuki being kind of mean to me, so this is a present to myself! And if you enjoy it, Happy Birthday or Happy Unbirthday to you too! Thanks!

All characters in this work are aged 21 years or older. Be clicking the read more on this post, you are agreeing that you are 18 years of age or older and you consent to reading this.

It was a little bit of a tight fit under the bed, but it was completely worth squeezing yourself under if it meant you'd get at least a few seconds of reprieve from the rage of your short tempered boyfriend who was currently yelling in the hallway, heavy boots trodden against wooden floors.

"You're really gonna hide from me, dumbass?!"

Katsukis voice was loud, booming like an explosive and you heard it clear as day even from under the bed and through the closed door of the guest bedroom. He was down the hall somewhere, if the footsteps being a bit dampened were any indicator. Made sense he would check the bathroom in the master bedroom first, since you had told him you had to go to the restroom before you turned tail and ran. A poor excuse to get away before he found your little mistake of a message of a phone.

You had messed up, maybe. Been a little too petulant perhaps. But it was your birthday - you deserved to act however you wanted for the night, right? Especially when you hadn't heard a word from your boyfriend prohero all day before this- no phone call, no text. And now it was past the time he was supposed to be here with still no inidcator of when he was going to be here. Didn't that give you the right to be a little sulky?

He was late for the better part of the hour, and maybe it shouldn't have been that huge of a deal. Accidents happened and all that. But those sort of accidents didn't happen with your stickler Katsuki. He was brash and rough around the edges, but late? Never without reason. And it was rare he was late without contacting yofiif he left you waiting. But 45 minutes had passed since he had promised to be home. Late and without notice, on your birthday! For 45 minutes you laid in your bed with a phone in your hands, staring at his contact and waiting for something. Desperate for attention from your loved one on your special day.

Only to get radio silence that whole time.

You were sulky about it - bratty. And, sure you could of just called him first, solved your own problems. But it wasn't fair that you had to be the one to reach out when he was the one who was late, right? That's what you told yourself anyway. So if you absolutely had to be the one to initiate contact, you had decided there was only one acceptable way to do it - with an attitude.

And a little threat as an added measure.

"You're the worst. I'm going to ask Kirishima to take me out today, instead. :("

You had hit send without second guessing yourself or really thinking of the consequences. You weren't angry enough to actually hurt him, Katsuki was smart enough to know how wrapped around his finger you were - that you'd never go out with another man when you so desperately craved his attention. You were also aware he wouldn't see his best friend as a threat to steal you out from under him. It wouldn't hit any insecurities or hurt him. But it would light a fire under his ass to get home ASAP. And even if it wasn't the sweet, loving sort of birthday attention you had originally been dreaming of, you would still be getting the attention you were craving so badly after being home alone 45 minutes longer than you wanted to be.

The karma that you got for sending that text hit like a bullet train, because in the mere seconds after it left your phone, the front door banged open and you heard your lover calling out your name sweetly. Made it a little hard to believe the voice he was using to call your name out now that he was playing an imprompto game of hide and seek with you.

You bit the inside of your cheek to keep the scared little squeak you were about to make inside of you as his voice was booming outside the door of the guest room. "Always gotta be so damn difficult," he was drawling as the door to the room banged open next and you felt a shudder run up you spine. Had to do your best not to jump because you only had about a single inch of space above you before and if you moved too much you'd be making noise against the underneath of the bedframe. "Come on, birthday girl, your 'worst' boyfriend has something to say to you." The word that he threw back at you was dripping with sarcasm and vemon as he prowled around the room and you watched from the small crack of the bed as his feet stopped infront of the closet and he tugged it open, examining the inside with what you could only assume was that signature scowl of his.

He had certainly read your text message now - which is why he was hunting you down like a blood hound, fierce and threatening - but when he had first got home, he hadn't seen it. He couldn't possibly of had the time! It was only a fraction of a beat from you sending the text to him barging in. And by that point, he was more determined to get to you than he was about whatever notification his phone was trying to give him. So the text went momentarily ignored as he headed straight into the house for you and the second he had found you, he was scooping you up in his arms and kissing you with a sort of passion that should have been illegal - could kill someone with all the heat it provided. It made you so dizzy you had barely heard his clumsy grumble of 'happy birthday.' You had known that even if he was late, it was unrealistic that he forget your birthday or something- he was far too punctual to forget an important date. You also figured he had to of had a reason for it that would make perfect sense but without knowing what that reason was, your annoyance couldn't be eased, which was why you sent that message. But sure as hell, his kiss was helping soothe you over finally and you almost forgot the spring trap that was now loaded on his screen the next time he opened up his phone. You hadn't forgotten he had been late though and you pestered him about it, having to swat at his chest with a little bit of strength that your weak in the knees body could muster at the time to get him to stop his assault of kisses.

And when you made your comment, told him he was late - wouldn't you know it - the bastard actually apologized to you. You knew that the hero had mellowed out a lot since high school - he had grown. But apologizing could still be sometimes hard for him. And while his apology came out as a annoyed little grumble this time, it had come out immediately as his grip tightened on your hips. He had an explanation for it too - because of course, he did. He was already set out explaining it as he dragged you into the living room and pushed you to sit on the couch before going to a nearby drawer to fish a little box out of it. He told you all about how he was rushing to get everything done at his office today - any undone paperwork, scheduling, planning patrols, and fielding what seemed like thousands of questions from his side kicks - because he needed to make sure it was all finished so he could take the next few days off without any interruptions or any reason to try and call him back into the office. The side kicks especially had him busy enough where getting to his phone wasn't an option and by the time he was done giving everyone oh-so-detailed explanations and answers, he noticed the time and figured it was best just to get home as fast as possible because he knew 'your bratty ass' would be all pouts (he was right).

The reason why he was so determined to get everything squared away for those extra days off - ones that you hadn't known about - became clear when he handed the little ribbon clad box to you and upon opening it, you saw two tickets to a weekend getaway for a hot springs you had been gushing over months ago, along with a little planner book and a map of the nearby area. He had tried his absolute best to get everything done on time at work today, but he had figured an extra 45 minutes today would make up for not having any other distractions for your surprise trip. 45 minutes less of attention today so you could have it undivided for the next three days. It made sense now, sure. But it wasn't something you could have planned for when you decided that you were going to be mouthy on your own.

You melted seeing the tickets, and in your bubbling excitement for the trip, you rushed to hug him, humming your thank yous and kissing him. All the jagged edges you had developed over the prior 45 minutes had been smoothed over with the present, but you still couldn't help the one little jab you jokingly gave him against his lips though as you giggled out, 'you still could have texted.'

And your mistake that would cut the mood short came soon after when he retorted with 'you could've too.'

You were blurting without thinking. 'I did-' You had cut off immediately as you remembered just what exactly you had sent. And how you being the birthday girl wasn't going to stop a punishment from happening if it hit Katsuki's ego enough. Oh, and you knew it would when he read the damn thing.

Katsuki hadn't missed the little flare of panic on your face and he was instantly giving you a look of suspicion- one that you weren't going to respond to because you were already busy hopping off the couch and trying to dart away, even when he grabbed the hood of your sweatshirt to keep you there.

You were thankful it was a zip up because you simply let it slide off your body as you hummed "gotta go to the bathroom! Be right back!" You were hollering as you took two stairs at a time upstairs, and as soon as you weren't in his eye sight anymore, you had ran off to the guest room and hid instead.

Which is why you were now under a bed as Katsuki stomped and stormed about.

All that tenderness was gone now as his boots disappeared from sight and you heard him march back to the doorway instead, but your own paranoia had you fighting the urge to sigh in relief. Besides, any relief you had, you knew wouldn't last long. He was going to find you. Simple as that. Katsuki wasn't the type to let things be and that wasn't going to change just because it was you he was dealing with or because it was your birthday. But you were going to take any bit of time you could get to steel yourself for whatever punishment the blonde deemed necessary. Besides, if you were being completely honest with yourself, him hunting you down sent more than just nervousness through your system. It was excitement. The rough treatment was something you had a tendency to crave. After all if you had liked things to be 'soft' all the time, you wouldn't have fallen for someone as ill tempered and loud as Katsuki was in the first place.

You couldn't admit you liked it during the heat of the moment though - that'd be too easy. Too much of an ego boost. You usually only got that brand of agression when you were being bratty enough for it, like today, and in those moments you were far too stubborn to ever tell him how sweet you thought the punishment was while you were getting it... Not until he could force it out of you, that is. So, even with adrenaline pumping in your veins, you stayed in hiding, trying to figure where his footsteps went off to. Deep breaths to stay calm, because while Katsukis quirk had nothing to do with emotions, you were pretty sure this man could smell fear.

Although your breath hitched when you realized that was the loudest thing you could hear - your breath. It was suddenly far too quiet. No more yelling. No more footsteps. Him giving up simply wasn't possible and you knew this sudden silence did not bode well for you.

You were proven right as suddenly an iron grip was clasped around your ankle and this time you didn't bother holding back your noise - you screamed, the sound somehow louder under the bed as you were being dragged out with a smooth, too quick motion. "Found you." Katsuki's crimson eyes were fitting for his bloodlust as they narrowed in on you while you looked over your shoulder at him. He had dragged you out flat on your stomach, pulling the leg he had gripped between his own two.

"Owwwww!' You whined, trying to scramble away and forward but the firm grip that had now crept further up your leg and onto your thigh refused to let up. Infact, he opted to ditch the crouch he had grabbed you from and was now pinning your leg down with the weight of his body, straddling your thigh after he yanked you in fully.

"If you don't want to get dragged against the floor, maybe don't hide under the bed next time, huh?" He scoffed at you, adjusting his weight off your leg just long enough to flip you onto your back like a ragdoll. And then he was settling that weight back down onto your thigh to keep you locked in place, despite your thrashing about. If you struggling against him hurt his crotch at all with the position, he didn't show it. Instead he seemed much too focused on messing with you as he pushed his knee forward and buried his thigh right between yours, pressing it hard against your clothed heat. Hard enough that the next time your body struggled, you were inadvertenly grinding against his leg and racking yourself with a full body shudder.

Your heart was hammering into your throat with the sudden surprise of his, and you barely noticed that his boots were now gone - he must have kicked them off in the hall somewhere so he could engage his little sneak attack, the asshole. Katsuki was the last to ever engage in any kind of stealth - but figures he'd use it just to get a bigger reaction from you. Well it fucking worked, and you gave a loud whine as he was using a hand to grab his phone out of his pocket and shove the screen right in your face - your little tactic of a text displayed on the bright screen. "Care to explain this, huh?"

"You were late!" You chirped, trying to decide if it was worth it to try and wrestle away anymore - though, did you really have a chance of getting away from him? Not at all. All you were doing was rubbing yourself against him, but it did serve to agitate him more. Another scoff and he tossed the phone onto the guest bed so he could glower straight at you without the phone blocking his view. More easy to strike some fear in you when he locked dead on like that, something about the way his eyes narrowed with such ferocious intent, that crimson peeking out behind the shadow of golden fringe. "And I was lonellllyyyy. Be nice!" You demanded, your hands reaching towards him so you could push on his hip a little, trying to give yourself some wiggle room to no avail.

"Nice? I was gonna be, but apparently I'm the worrrssst," he dragged out as his gaze dropped to your feeble attempt at pushing him, just before his eyes were rolling and his hand that once was holding the phone shot out and collared your neck. He didn't squeeze, didn't put pressure, just used it to intimidate you into staying put as he leaned his body forward over yours, his free hand on the ground so he could put most of the weight into that instead of your throat. "Stop fucking squirming so much." His growl was feral, hanging in the air between you as a warning that sent a throb straight to your core and you couldn't help the way your thighs squeezed around his. "Clearly you must have been lonely if you're threatening to run off with shitty hair."

It was always hard in these moments to decide just how much you wanted to press his buttons. You could break down and apologize right now and probably get off light. He'd still be mean, but he'd ease up a little. Or you could always press a little more and see just how mean he could be. Although, did you really want to push it at this exact moment? His palm stretched over the expanse of your throat was nothing short of a terrifying little promise that didn't have you breaking down completely for him yet, but it did have you choosing a safer answer as your voice came out in a breathy little sentence. "It was a joke. I wouldn't-"

"Oh, I know you wouldn't." Another twisted sneer on his visage as his digits gave a light tap against the column of your neck, his leg gave another push up against your body in a way that made you whimper. "You wouldn't dare." This time his voice was hot breath against your lips as he got in real close to you, hovering above your wide eyed face. And as his snarl twisted into a wicked little grin, that's when your nerves really got you. He clearly was up to no good anyway, but that smile of his knotted your stomach. The anxiety in your gut made you gulp, a motion he could feel under his hand and he responded by flexing his fingers and applying just the faintest of pressure to the sides. "Tell me I'm the worst all you want, but you know I'm the fucking best for you. And your masochistic ass likes it when I'm mean, don't you?" He prompted, and maybe it was more nerves about what was to come than anything, but you were instinctively squeaking out a protest. It was your birthday! He couldn't be too mean, right? You could try to protest further but the way your hips buckled against his leg, the now tiny little motions as you offered yourself a bit of pleasure against his legs while he held you down made your arguments sound pathetic.

"Seriously?" His face pulled back without giving you a kiss and as he looked at the way your lips were quivering, another idea popped into his head, one that made his smile split even further. "You want nice? Fine. Open your mouth."

That certainly didn't seem like it could lead to something you could consider particularly kind. The command rattled in your head a second too long without you obliging and you felt another squeeze that you knew would have you feeling light headed if he held on too long. "I said, open your fucking mouth."

Resisting was clearly not going to get you anything you wanted at this point (except for maybe an even more cruel treatment) so this time you listened, pretending as if your response was of your own accord and not a direct consequence of the way his growls made you feel weak, how they made your cunt throb. Your plush lips came apart, hanging wide open for him as you became compliant. The smile disappeared from him, but only long enough for him to create enough saliva in his own mouth for him to spit it directly into yours, letting it land square on your waiting tongue. The the smile was back, wild, as he watched the way the liquid gather, dripping back closer to your throat. And weren't you being such a good girl, keeping your mouth open so he could stare. You werent sure if you were too keen on seeing what would happen if you didn't. Besides, you'd be lying to yourself if the gesture didn't have you getting wet further down below.

"See? I gave you a present. Nice," he declared, all too smug with himself as his hand once again tightened, with the intent to, not harm, but to feel the way your muscles moved underneath his grasp with his next command said a whole octave lower. "Swallow."

You listened to that command too, eyes fluttering up to him through dark lashes as you swallowed hard. The way he let out a low, subtle groan didn't escape you either and you decided now was the time to gain back some brownie points without having to apologize - not yet. You mimicked his hushed tones, but instead of his grumble your words came out in a precious whisper, "Thank you."

All spread out on the hardwood floor, body completely snared down and you were still telling him thank you? Fucking pathetic, and it did the trick, because after he stared down at you for a beat - a small break in that chaotic smile - he was cursing under his breath and climbing off of you, releasing his hold of your body. But if it was a reprieve, it wasn't long. Him not touching you only lasted as long as it took for him to stand up, and then he was manhandling you again, treating your body like a rag doll as he got you up on your feet. One hand at your waist and the other tangled up at the hair in the nape of your neck, he whirled you around and bent you forward over that bed you were cheeky enough to hide under. Your face landed right next to his phone with your message still clear on it. "After that text you're lucky I'm not just going to fuck you on the floor. Better be grateful," he snapped while his grasp in your hair turned into a full on fist full that he used to push your face against the sheets, while he sent his other hand smacking against your ass and causing you to jolt. Birthday spanking or some shit.

"K-Katsuki- b-b-be gentle," you tried to chide him through the muffle of the sheets as he was already tugging your pants and panties down your ankles with all the grace of a ravenous wolf. You were honestly going to be surprised if you didn't find a rip in them later.

"B-b-bbut I'm the worst." There was that word again and this time he was mocking your little stutter too as he gave you another smack on your ass, this time his palm settling on the swell of flesh and pulling at it to reveal your dripping body. Couldn't hide how much your body enjoyed his cruel ways when you were pulled open like that. The way he sucked in his breath at the sight had you craning your neck to try and see what sort of expression was on his face as he took in your body, but he once again wasn't letting you budge. "You missed your chance for me to be gentle. But if you want to be able to cum at all tonight, you better start apologizing, birthday girl."

To cum? Kats was no stranger to holding out orgasms on you but "-not today! You wouldn't."

"Try me." Blunt and to the point, just before he was spitting again, letting it land between your cheeks this time and watching it drip lower and lower. You didn't need the extra aid with the way your wet was already leaking down your thighs, but he did take pride in marking you in any way he could.

You opened your mouth to protest, but before the first syllable could get past your lips, it turn into a moan because Katsuki was stuffing two thick fingers into your cunt and listening to the delicious squelch, his arm having wrapped around the front of one of your thighs so he could curve his fingers up into you. Harder for you to argue with him when he started stretching you out on his fingers with a harsh pace. He was very purposeful in keeping his palm from grinding against your clit for now. You wanted extra attention, then you had some apologizing to do first.

You moaned out his name instead of a sorry with your hands fisting into the blankets and your hips trying to grind against his touch, but he kept his hips pressed against your behind to keep you steady, and if your hips did manage to move too much, he'd simply move his hand with you to keep the pressure how he wanted. "Katsuki!"

"That's not sorry." He tsk'd at you, sounding mock disappointed. The way he was talking was more like some about to give you a lecture as opposed to someone who was trying get you fucked out into submission. His brat was going to get what she deserved, that was for sure. He was hyperfixated on the way each piston of his touch made you writhe in his grasp, the moans and cries and whines escaping those oh-so pouty lips of yours. And when your knees started to buckle more when he hit a certain spongy spot inside of you, that's where he kept his focus watching you build that pleasure up, up, up. Your whole body was burning under him, like his touches were physically setting off little explosions inside of you - flooded every inch of your body with magma and sparks.

Your little whines and mewlings were absolutely captivating but they weren't turning into sorry quick enough for him and he yanked at your hair, using it as leverage to get your face out of the covers enough so he could hear you clearly. "Too proud to apologize? What a shame. I'll split you apart on my cock either way, but if you want me to be nice, better start fucking groveling." It was almost funny how responsive you were to him - maybe not in attitude, but your body? He played it like a finely tuned instrument, every one of his actions designed to make you sing and crumple to his will. Those words, as harsh as they may be, had your sopping pussy clamping down on him like a vice. Real bold of you to be getting so close to climax without giving him what he wanted. And it was torturous the way that his palm started to grind into your folds and inadvertenly applying pressure to your clit just when your body was drawing closer and closer, only for him to completely yank his hand out and away from you at the last minute, leaving you to wail.

"Katsuki - please," it was halfway between a sob and a growl as your head lifted up so you could glare at him over your shoulder and -oh? Were you crying? Cute.

"If you're looking for sympathy-" he began, ravenous gaze ablaze while he let his tongue run over his teeth in a slow flick - your reactions were making him feel like a man starving. "-You'd have better luck with Kirishima." He went to undo his pants as he finished the sentence and the flick of his wrist had your eyes moving down to where that buldge that had been pushing against your ass had been. Made you even more desperate as his cock sprung up when his pants were far enough out of the way, and it hit up against stomach. "Tell me what I want to hear."

"I'm sorrrrrryyyyy," you finally whimpered, still refusing to take your glassy eyes off him while your hips reared back, trying to get the man to fill you up again. So fucking mean to tease you like that, whether you had an attitude or not. "Im really really sorry." That time it was a sniffle and this jerk fucking laughed at you as he was stepping forward again, grabbing your hip in one hand and his cock in the other. He let the length of it slide between your cheeks, teasing there before slipping it lower, past your eagerly awaiting cunt and instead nudging it between your folds and giving slow, shallow thrusts. He could tell that you were sensitive, every nudge of his tip against a clit drawing another gaspy little sound from you, made your thighs tremble against him, urging him to use one of his legs to kick your feet out just a little wider.His body bent over your, caging you to the mattress as his lips found your ear and bit at it. Could hear you better when he was nice and close like this.

"Speak up. What was that?" For once, his voice was the quiet one, taunting and dark against the shell of your ear as he nipped and blew a gust of air. Every shudder, every shiver sent coursing through your spine had another condescending laugh vibrating through his chest and against you back. And in return, you became the loud one.

"Kats, I'm sorry, I'm really really sor-"

It was a scream when he reared his hips back during your pleading, only to slam his cock into you all at once, making you feel like you were going to shatter. No matter how many times you took him, you still felt like he was going to break you in half in the best way possible. He made you want to break into pieces, and right now he was doing just that. Each slam of his hips was calculated. They weren't slow, but they were steady. Each thrust had enough force to make the bed creak. Hard and heavy on the way in, with an easier withdraw, only so he could knock into you again with a sticky slam and get those addictive reactions out of you.

His back had lifted off your chest just enough so he had more of a range of motion, while one arm was keeping him propped up over you, still close enough you could hear him taunt you even over your own needy cries. "Still think I'm the worst?" He challenged, letting his free arm wrap underneath you, trapping your lower stomach and dragging you up onto your tip toes so you could feel the way he squeezed at your body while he wrecked it with his cock.

It made you sob. The earlier orgasm he had torn away from you just aided in making you more sensitive now, and each time you felt every inch of him sheathed inside, it had you seeing stars, your eyes rolling back into your head. You almost didn't answer his question but of course he wasn't going to let that just slide on by and after he growled a warning - 'it's rude to not fucking answer' - you were doing nothing but babbling out whatever he wanted to hear and getting lost in the ecstacy of it all.

"N-n-no!"

"Good." There was a sick sort of delight he got in making you eat your words, watching you cry and slobber, leaving wet marks on the sheets as you answered him so easily now. At least, as easily as you could through your tears and sniffles. His eyes flicked briefly to the phone that was still on the bed but the screen had now gone dark and he couldn't help but goad you on some more. "And who's the best?"

"You! Y-you're the best, you, you, you!"

Whatever you had to say to get him to keep going at this point because if he stopped right now you were going to tear your hair out. He wasn't acting like he was stopping now though. He picked up the pace just a fraction, only so you could focus more on how his hand was beginning to trail between your legs and he was giving direct attention to your clit now, rubbing in small circles as he groaned and reveled in the way your cunt tried to suck the life right out of him.

"Just like that. Better keep screaming my name." And you did. His name left your lips like a chant, like a prayer. Trying to find salvation from the searing heat throbbing through you. Hearing you stroke his ego while practically choking on your words did a number on him. He supposed he could let you cum.... infact....

The added pressure to your sweet spot with his fingers was enough to send you right off the edge. And just like Katsuki your orgasm was was incendiray, fireworks igniting behind your eyes as you screamed out before dropping you head right into the bed. And while he managed to last long enough to ride you out, he was following behind shortly after and painting the inside of your velvet walls with white. Flooding more heat into your already burning up body and drawing another moan up and out of the both of you.

You were so fucking irresistible when you orgasmed that he decided, instead of being mean and not letting you cum, he was going to be extra nice and let you cum a whole lot. He was the best after all, going off the praises you were just shouting for all the neighbors to hear.

And with that thought in mind, he didn't give you much time to recover. Lucky for him he had a hero's stamina because he still had his strength and wits about him. He was pulling out of you, only to pick you up and toss you over his shoulder while you just let out a breathless little squeak, body jerking against him. "K-katsuki?"

You could ask as many questions as you wanted, but he didn't really care. He had already made his mind up on how he wanted to spoil you on your special day. "Well, since you changed your tune and I'm the best and all," he hummed, another spank to your ass leaving it to blossom in a stinging sensation, as he carried you back to your room - bed had more room to roll around in there - "im going to keep this going until you're begging and crying for me to stop. Happy fucking birthday to you."

#bnha smut #bakugo katsuki #katsuki x reader #x reader #bakugo katsuki smut #my writing #fanfic #i wrote 1.3 k words of the intro of this before i decided i hated it and completely started over #but it was worth it cuz it was a lot more fun to write this way #also #this fic was brought to you by the song Potential Break Up Song #by aly and aj cuz i love that song idk

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𝐀 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐥 - 𝐞𝐢𝐣𝐢𝐫𝐨 𝐤𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐚 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

"𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐥𝐟'𝐬 𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞, 𝐰𝐨𝐥𝐟'𝐬 𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐫."

𝟏𝟖+. 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭.

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 : 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐚 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐝 𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐦𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐬, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐮𝐩 𝐨𝐧 𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐛𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐠𝐨𝐮'𝐬 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐧, 𝐤𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐚, 𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐥.

𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : 𝐝𝐮𝐛𝐜𝐨𝐧, 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐧?, 𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐚, 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐬𝐢𝐳𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤, 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐥?, 𝐩𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐲 𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐩, 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐅 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃!

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 : 𝟑.𝟒𝐤

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 : 𝐤𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐚 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞, 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐲 𝐥𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐣𝐞𝐫𝐤 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬. 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐟 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝, 𝐈 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐨 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐬𝐨 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭

You should be grateful now. At least that’s what he tells you.

He doesn’t come often, but more now than he did. He’ll come to inspect your prison thoroughly as he scans the stone walls and floors to make sure there aren't any holes. He will double check for sharp objects or rope hidden behind rocks and the empty crates. It’s not like you’d be able to leave anyways, your prison door is guarded at all hours of the day and the only window is nearly 20 feet above you.

But usually, he’ll just stand there and stare while you eat, or better yet - get undressed for your bath, which is usually conducted by his right hand man. A man with loose long red hair decorated with little braids, tattoo’s covering his skin, teeth like razors and could easily be the biggest man you’ve ever seen. His muscles looked like they could crush your bones by not even laying a finger on you.

They both dress in furs and are decorated with beaded necklaces and golden arm bands. Depending on the time of year, you guess, they will dress according to the season. During summer, they won’t wear shirts but dress their shoulders with fur paired with thick pants covered in armor. During the colder months, which you think is happening right now, they will dress in thick clothing with furs and a cape.

You think you’ve been here almost 8 or 9 months, maybe? Time is getting hazy as the days drag on. It’s not that you’ve got no fight in you, it’s just - there's nothing you can do. The technology of this tribe was something you've never seen before. These people didn’t look like you either. One small move and you're dead.

Dragon King Bakugou and Kirishima, you’ve come to learn. You didn’t know much about their tribe, hell - you didn’t even know if they spoke the same language as you until 2 months into being captured. It seemed as though Bakugou wanted to disorient you more than not knowing where you were, but by having no one speak to or near you.

Bakugou is right, though. You should be grateful, considering the circumstances. You don’t remember much when you were first captured. Your mind and sight were hazy and everything felt like a fever dream, but you do remember hands gripping your body as your clothing and jewelry were being ripped off. When you came to you noticed you were wearing a ragged dress with nothing underneath. Your prison had nothing in it but the lit candles glowing amongst the stony walls and some empty crate boxes.

Over time, Bakugou and Kirishima would bring you “gifts,” if you could call them that.

These gifts include clothing without rope or little statues carved out of wood. It’s never anything that has a sharp edge or something to use to escape. But now you wear a nicer dress and a thick cape to keep you warm. They’ve even gifted you a thick fur rug to sleep on.

The routine is simple and consistent. Every morning, Kirishima delivers breakfast and watches you eat. He will always watch you carefully - just in case. He’ll do the same for lunch and dinner.

Sometimes after dinner, Kirishima will brush your hair before bed. He swears that he has to do it for you, “for your safety and per the Dragon Kings’ orders.” Sometimes he’ll even admit that it’s his favorite part of the day. He’ll take a seat and pat the ground, inviting you to join him. He insists that you sit nestled between his thick legs. He likes to use his very own brush to comb through your hair while he strikes up conversation. Well, most of the time he’ll talk at you rather than with you. For the first few months, Kirishima would try to instigate you to talk to him, but it didn’t usually work. But as of late, you’ve grown to have some sort of acquaintance with him. After a while, you got lonely, and Kirishima helped with that. But you were still careful not to get too close, he is the Dragon King’s right hand man after all.

Every few days, Kirishima and Bakugou will bring down a tub with buckets of hot water and a basket of herbs. You’ve noticed that their favorites were a mixture of lavender, rosemary, mint and thyme and if the season called for it, they’ll bring crushed rose petals.

Both men insist on taking control of bath time, whether Bakugou is there or not, Kirishima’s routine is always the same. If you’re honest, bath time can be quite relaxing. He will start by taking off his cape first, then his shirt before catering to you.

“So I don’t get dirty, pretty lady.” He��ll shrug.

This time, Bakugou joins and takes a seat on a crate across from you as he watches Kirishima begin bath time. His vermillion eyes are fixated on you as he crosses his arms and sits back.

You’re used to this by now. You’ve lost the nerves of being completely naked and vulnerable in front of them. For what it’s worth, these two men have been the only people you have seen the whole time being here, so you’ve come to trust their eyes and bodies. They’ve really done nothing to harm you, they treat you exceptionally well other than keeping you in this stone prison.

But also, you’ve done nothing to disobey them. You’ve done nothing wrong to make them angry. When Bakugou storms into your cell after learning that you didn't eat the beans for lunch, you’ll sit there and watch him. He’ll get up close, snarl in your face with his nose flared and shove your leftover food in a bowl into your chest and demand you eat it.

“Eat your fucking food, you shitty woman. We don’t waste food here.” And you’ll nod. Easy as that.

His face will soften the slightest, probably due to how easy it is to control you, but his eyes still flare you up with fire. You try not to notice that when you grab the bowl from him, his hands linger a few seconds before pulling away.

Kirishima begins to undress you. His knuckles glide over your skin gently, creating goosebumps over your arms. He always keeps his face so close to your neck while he does this, but he never gives contact. It’s not like you haven't thought about feeling his touch more than he gives. You wonder if this “longing” is how you truly feel, or is it because you’re stuck with them? The constant teasing has set you on edge lately. But more importantly, what would the redhead do if you leaned into his touch as he takes his time to undress you?

But you can’t. It’s the rules.

Apparently, it’s so important that you stay still for him. He’ll move you if need be. They both like to control you. You’re starting to think that you’re their shiny toy instead of a captive. They haven’t even asked you to do labor, so what are you there for?

“Feels so nice to be clean, yeah? Got these herbs freshly picked for you this morning!” He chimes from behind you. His calloused hands rub the herbs deep into your shoulders. For a man his size, he’s quite gentle when he wants to be. It’s usually when he’s bathing you that he takes his time with. When he chooses to feed you when Bakugou isn't around he likes to feed you - or more so he loves to hold your water cup while you drink. On occasion, he won't let up as you’re forced to gulp water. You’ll tap his thigh and whimper, shake your head, anything to get him to stop but he won’t stop until he wants to.

Or sometimes when he’s brushing your hair, he likes to pull your hair until your head is against his chest and you're forced to look at him. “Such a pretty neck,” he’ll whisper as his hungry eyes devour you whole.

“Answer him.” Bakugou barks from across the room. The flickering light from the candles seem to dance over his face as he stares you down, awaiting your response.

“Yes, Kirishima, it feels good to be clean, thank you.”

He hums in response.

“Gotta get down here too,” he says before quickly plunging his hand over your stomach and sliding right between your thighs. As Kirishima’s thick fingers dip in and around your pussy, you take a sharp inhale. Kirishima’s skin feels hot against yours. His fingers dance around your clit precisely, flicking you gently. His movements burn you up, you’re desperate to roll your hips to meet his fingers. But you're careful not to piss Bakugou off, you never know what kind of reaction will set him off. But this time, when you look up through your lashes, you notice that his chest heaves and he adjusts his hips.

“Enough, Kirishima.”

Bakugou’s voice is softer this time, raspy and breathless. But from over here, you can tell his eyes are still set a blaze, fixated just on you.

“Bath time is over, sweet girl. Time for bed, alright?”

Rough hands hook under your shoulders to pick you up abruptly. The coldness of the autumn air hits you just before big arms caress you in a wool towel.

—

In the depths of your slumber, you’re awakened by your name.

“Get up- get up, ah, awake up, sweet girl-” rough hands that you know all too well gently shake you.

“Kirishima, what is it? Is everything okay?” You turn over to meet Kirishima’s face half lit up by the candles. The room is lit brightly by the full moon peeking through the window. You’re not sure why you’re so panicked, this has never happened before and with Kirishima’s tone it does not sound good.

The redhead sushs you with a thick finger over your lips. He looks stressed as he leans over you. His eyebrows furrowed as he licks his lips.

“It’s the Dragon King. He’s made a decision.”

“A decision? What do you mean? What decision?” You whisper, propping yourself up on your elbows.

“Bakugou made the decision to kill you at first dawn.” And your heart drops to your stomach.

“What-what did I do?” Your palms begin to sweat as a lump in your throat forms, and it's getting hard to breathe. This can’t be, you’ve been so good. You’ve never disobeyed - you’ve never-

“He doesn’t find you useful, but I can help.” Fear turns to confusion real fast, but your heart continues to thump loudly through your ears.

“H-how?” It feels impossible to talk right now. You don’t want to die, not tomorrow, not next week, not unless you can control it. Bakugou never seemed to have a problem with you, where did this come from? Maybe you’ve missed something, like look at him wrong-

“I can get you out of here, I can help you get out without anyone noticing. I’ve already relieved the guard of his duty tonight outside your door.” He smiles at you softly, but his eyes are dark.

Hungry.

His fingers touch your chin gently to raise your face to his before gliding along your jawline and finding estate on the back of your neck.

“I just, want to- before,”

You place your hand on his bicep and squeeze, feeling hopeful now that Kirishima is here and wants to help you escape your death. God knows what Bakugou is capable of. What kind of death does he plan for you?

“How will you help me?” You say a little desperate.

The hand on the back of your neck squeezes - a little too hard. Your body stiffens because you know. You know you just fucked up.

“You must’ve forgotten your manners.” The hand on the back of your neck now pushes against your collarbone, roughly pushing you back down onto the fur rug.

“Don’t forget that you’re still on our time. You’re still a prisoner.”

Kirishima clicks his tongue as he slides his other hand over your thigh. “You sound so ungrateful.”

His long hair tickles your face as he looks down over you. There’s a slight smirk in the corner of his lips and his eyes look wild. Primal. He’s so close that his musky scent fills the atmosphere around you.

“After all we’ve done for you, huh? Acting like a spoiled bitch while we wait on you hand and foot.”

Thick finger slide up roughly to cup your sex. The shock of it makes you squirm, you roll your hips away to ease up the friction but his hand stays firmly against you.

“You’re so eager to leave? Huh? You wanna leave?” He rubs his palm into your clit, you inhale sharply, trying not to make any noise. His eyes are locked into yours as he watches you try and refuse his touch.

“You wanna leave me? After everything? I cooked all your meals, you know. I was here when he wasn’t.”

“Answer me,” he gently slaps your cunt.

He doesn’t want to be too mean. He wants to cherish you. You have no idea how fucking crazy you make him. Bakugou’s had him on a tight leash. Won’t let him give into his desires. He knows how Bakugou feels, he knows, but he can’t be second. He has to show you first.

“No, Kirishima, I don't-don’t want to leave you!” You cry out. At this point you’ll do anything he wants. It’s confusing, everything is so confusing. But you know how these men operate. You give them what they want. Tell them what they want and they will ease up on you, they always have.

Kirishima groans. He dips his hips down in between your legs to grind his hard cock over your sex. The thick material of his pants gives too much friction.

And he’s big. He feels thick and long. You can feel every inch of him as he drags his cock up and down your cunt.

“I didn’t think so. When I let you go you’re going to come- oh fuck, youre coming to live with me.”

Such a pretty little thing like you. God, how could he not give in? He’s been infatuated with you since the day they found you hunting for food. He could catch better food for you. You’d never have to lift a finger for the rest of your life if you just let him. And you’ve had him for almost a year and you want to leave?

You never seemed to notice the stares from Kirishima, the light moans he accidentally lets out when you touch him. You never understand why he storms out of the room at random. Because he just can’t handle how fucking hard you make him.

How dumb were you. Such a sweet little dumb thing.

“But-”

Ignoring you, Kirishima makes haste of freeing himself from his pants. He’s huffing against your neck, and his skin feels hot against yours. His tongue swipes along your jawline and he growls when he tastes your salty skin.

He leans back on his knees, his cock in hand as he begins to slide it between your folds.

“Going to make you all mine, all fucking mine.”

He opens your legs that lay over his thighs even wider to see your cunt glisten in the candle light.

“See, I knew you wanted me too. Fuck sweet girl, you’re all a mess for me.”

He can’t decide on whether to look at you or watch himself dive into your cunt as he lines himself up to your entrance.

“Look at me,” he huffs and you obey. “God, you’re so good - you’re so fucking beautiful.”

He pushes himself slowly into your cunt while watching your every movement. His eyes flicker from your face, your chest, your stomach, your cunt and back up to your eyes and you can feel every single inch stretching you out. Your mouth drops open as you let out a moan arching your back, giving him more access to push inside you.

“Oh fuck, sweet girl- You feel even better than I’ve dreamed of.”

“Kiri-” you groan, feeling every inch of his thickness.

“Shh, I’m almost there. God, I’m surprised you could even fit me. You’re taking me so well, it’s like you were made for me.”

As he bottoms out, his head lolls back in ecstasy. He’s already drunk on how you feel, how tight you are around him. He can’t control himself much longer.

Kiri leans over your body now, wrapping his arms around you tightly. It’s almost suffocating, he’s so much bigger than you. You’re surprised he’s not killing you with his size.

“Atta girl, ‘m going to move, yeah?” He presses a kiss to your temple and inhales your scent. His hips begin a slow pace, just to coat his cock in your juices. And once he does, the sounds of your wet cunt being slowly fucked by him fill the room.

He begins a faster pace, pushing your body roughly into the ground it almost takes your breath away.

Your nails dig into his back as your teeth find estate on his shoulder. You feel the need to hold on as your body gets rocked and pressed into the fur.

“Fuck-” he growls into your ear, “fuck yes, more, baby, fucking keep going with that.”

You apply more pressure biting down on him as your nails dig deeper into his back. But it feels so fucking good, it feels so good to hurt him and feel him fuck into you. Your core is buzzing and burning, the way he's humping up into you is pressing so perfectly against your clit. The way he’s holding you tightly in place and lapping at your neck with his tongue makes you want to let go.

“Sweetheart, I feel you clamping down on me-” Kirishima’s pace is rough now, his right hand slides down your body to grip your hip. His fingertips dig into your skin and push your hips into him with every thrust.

“Cum, fucking cum-” The hand thats bruising your hips dip down between your bodies as he presses circles into your clit. The way his fingers dance around your most sensitive spot, you feel yourself come undone under him. Your core gets tighter and tighter-

“Who owns you? Say it.” He barks through gritted teeth. He slaps at your cunt one more time before you let go.

“You, Kirishima, you- oh my god,” you cry as your cunt flutters around him. Your legs are wrapped tightly around his body best they can and you bite down onto Kiris shoulder.

Kiri groans and roughly grabs your chin to pull you off his shoulder to roughly kiss you. His tongue forces his way through your lips and you’re so high that you don’t care. His tongue dances with yours roughly.

He then sits up on his knees to chase his own release.

“I own you. Mine.” His eyes are wild, completely hazy with you in his sights. His face flushed with need. The hairs on the side of his face stick to his cheeks and neck due to sweat. His chest heaves as he takes your hips into his tight grip.

He pounds into you at a rough pace, his skin glistening with every movement. He licks his lips as he watches your tits bounce roughly while your face scrunch up as you cum again.

You cry out in pleasure, repeating his name over and over again as he grunts with every thrust.

“Fuck- coming for you,” he says breathless as he sheaths himself inside you and stills. You feel every pulse of his cock as he releases his cum deep in your pussy. You feel the warmth fill you up to the brim. He’s moaning, looking down at you through his lashes as his hand explores your tits and grabs around your neck gently. It's too much… you feel so full.

He doesn’t give you a moment before he covers your face and neck in gentle kisses. He brushes your hair out of your face before kissing you deeply.

You can feel him still hard inside you and he won’t let you move when you wiggle to let some of the cum out…

All thoughts are broken when you hear the wooden door open to your cell and slam shut.

“Kirishima, what the fuck.”

#scummy kirishima is always a delight #truly #love when an asshole talks all sweet to me #makes my brain go dumbbb

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constantlyunlightening · 2 years

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Thinking about BNHA characters getting into/being into petplay.

#im way too into that and im just imagining what kind of pets the characters would want #or what they would like to be

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Do you take rquests?

For the most part, unless the topic isn't something I'm comfortable with. And if you're willing to wait a bit for it cuz I'm slow and tired all the time :)

But I love getting ideas

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constantlyunlightening · 2 years

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𝐀 𝐃𝐄𝐁𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐏𝐀𝐘 // 𝐒𝐕𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐒𝐋𝐔𝐓'𝐒 𝟒𝐊 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐁

𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐚 𝐡𝐮𝐠𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐫, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐚𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐨𝐰𝐞…

𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐝, 𝐨𝐫 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐤, 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫: 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐚 𝐬𝐥𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐚𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬.

𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬: 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 !

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𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭'𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐬 <𝟑 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 !

𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐬 !

𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐣𝐨𝐢𝐧, 𝐦𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐬, 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬, 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬. 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐢 𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝟏𝟖+ 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 !

𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐝, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 !

𝐭𝐨 𝐣𝐨𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐛𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞. 𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐝 !!

𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨 𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐭 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐛𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐚𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐥 𝟐𝟏. 𝐢𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐮𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬, 𝐧𝐨 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐭, 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰, 𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐛𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐧 !

𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒:

professor! albedo, genshin. @tinydiors

concept tba.

stepdad! itto, genshin. @aratakiis

in which your stepdad itto always spoils you with gifts, but wants your pussy in return.

rich boy! megumi, jjk. @kisses4scara

in which you let megumi fuck in you in his nice car as a reward for spoiling you.

tutor! xiao, genshin. @yaemona

in which your tutor refuses to take money, so you find another way to pay him back.

landlord! ayato, genshin. @kamisathoes

concept tba.

professor! gojo, jjk. @xialatvs

concept tba.

english professor! kazuha, genshin. @ickyism

concept tba.

debt collector! childe, genshin. @light679

in which childe comes to collect the debts you owe to the northland bank, but offers to pay your debts for you for some favors…

stepdad! nanami, jjk. @svgarslut

in which you fuck your stepdad so he doesn’t tell your mom about all the times you’ve sneaked out to go to parties.

illumi, hxh. @svgarslut

in which illumi ends up saving your life, but decides to fuck you as his reward.

scaramouche, genshin. @xianoii

concept tba.

drug dealer! eren, aot. @xiaosspouse

in which your drug dealer doesn't want your money, he'd prefer your tight little pussy clamped around him.

nice guy! kaeya, genshin. @jupeteer

in which "nice guy" kaeya thinks it's finally time you repay him after he's been such a great friend to you for so long.

fake girlfriend! maki, jjk. @astraluvs

in which you convince maki to pretend to be your girlfriend to get your parents off your back, and she wants to take you to bed in return.

gambler! scaramouche, genshin. @hxnabanana

concept tba.

college au! atsumu and osamu, haikyū. @axtridmoon

after having more weed than you could afford at a party, you have to pay the miya twins back with your body.

modern! diluc, genshin. @ohtobiors

when a total stranger offers to pay for your groceries, you decide to treat him to a home-cooked dinner with you as the last course to repay him for his kindness.

toji, jjk. @perzawa

toji sees you walking in the rain and decides to offer to drive you where you need to go! you think he’s just a kind samaritan but his intentions are a lot darker...

ceo! rindou x secretary, tokrev. @nviene

in which you're not very good at your job, but at least your ceo likes to keep you around because you're pretty.

sugar daddy! diluc, genshin. @xiaosweetheart

concept tba.

casino owner! geto, jjk. @loyenne

after your father gambled away all his money in one of geto's casinos, it's up to you to pay it all back for him.

nerd! albedo, genshin. @oikadiors

having the nerd wrapped around your finger had given you two benefits: a study buddy and his delicious dick.

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Does this fanfiction make sense? Hold water? Not an ounce! Does that mean I’m going to stop writing it? Not an ounce! I’m a moron with a keyboard and half an idea and that’s your problem now. God couldn’t stop me and neither could my dad, and now I’m on your screen with another thousand words of whatever the fuck this is. Bon appetite bitch!

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back from the dead

A COLLAB FOR UNDERRATED CHARACTERS + CHARACTERS FROM OLD/SMALL FANDOMS.

co-hosted by @chaos-night, owner of @underratedcharactercorner, where you can find more underrated character content!

the goal of this collab is to encourage you to write for your old + underrated anime crushes. this is the time to shine some light on overlooked fandoms, small/old fandoms, and even underwritten characters from larger fandoms. any character is free game as long as they don’t have a lot of (actively written) x reader content.

you can write for:

characters from small fandoms (e.g. fire force, high rise invasion, csm, bluelock, millionaire detective, god of highschool, solo leveling, etc.)

characters from old fandoms (e.g. knb, naruto, maid sama, ouran, etc.)

larger fandom characters who are lacking in x reader content.

GUIDELINES

nsfw + sfw permitted; all characters depicted in nsfw MUST be 18+ / aged up to 18+

you must be 18+ with an age in your bio or a pinned post

no word min/max - drabbles, hcs, full fics, etc. welcome

multiple people can write for the same character

one person can write for multiple characters

to join, send me an ask for the character (+fandom) you’ll be writing for

entries are due march 31, 2022 and can be submitted at any time

MASTERLIST + SUGGESTIONS BELOW

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#collab #bftd collab #this is such a good idea #kougami is my all time top bae ever so this is really exciting to see and brings up so many ideas #wish i had more energy to write #anyone from dialovers would work #or code realize #or Aza Chobe specifically would be sooo good

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❝ half human, half animal, full of love. hybrids make for the best companions— unconditional admiration for their owners, endless bounds of energy, and oh-so adorable! ❞

❤︎ status ; OPEN.

❤︎ deadline ; february 14th.

𝙂𝙀𝙉𝙀𝙍𝘼𝙇 𝙄𝙉𝙁𝙊.

➷ not sure what a hybrid is? click here !

➷ fandoms you can write for include haikyuu, boku no hero academia, attack on titan, jujutsu kaisen + tokyo revengers.

➷ characters can only be claimed twice. hybrid types have no limit.

𝙍𝙐𝙇𝙀𝙎.

➷ you must be 18 years or older to enter. minors get out <3

➷ your work must include a hybrid!reader. any type (cat, dog, lamb, bunny, etc.) is okay ! your character of choice does not have to be a hybrid.

➷ written content requires a minimum of 500 words. full length fics are preferred but drabbles, headcannons + art pieces are welcomed as well !

➷ dark content is allowed, but your work MUST BE TAGGED APPROPRIATELY.

𝙒𝘼𝙉𝙉𝘼 𝙅𝙊𝙄𝙉 ?

send me an ask with a character, your type of hybrid!reader, the blog it will be posted on + specifiy if your piece will contain dark content or not. i will update as characters are claimed.

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Is there a fanbase for a potentiallt super cheesy, romantic Prohero Touya AU or is it just me

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SIT, PAW, BEND OVER. | K.BOKUTO.

OCT 15TH. KOUTAROU BOKUTO + DUMBIFICATION.

KINKTOBER M.LIST. / M.LIST. / TAGLIST. / KOFI.

ৎ୭ synopsis. when the volleyball off-season rolls around and things get a little lonely for bokuto, he adopts a precious husky hybrid to keep him company— however, you’re not as well behaved as he would like.

ৎ୭ wc. 4500.

ৎ୭ genre. mdni, 18+, smut, post-time skip!au.

ৎ୭ cw. please read ! heavy smut, characters aged up to twenties, fem + husky hybrid!reader, owner!bokuto, size!kink, heavy!pet play, mentions of knotting, collars-leashes, spanking, degredation, brat-taming, cumplay, ruined orgasm, unprotected sex. not proof read, beware of errors.

ৎ୭ author’s note. ree it’s friday again, hope you’ve all been safe this week ! here’s my third installment of kinktober and my first ever haikyuu fic :oo i hope i was able to do bokuto justice!! enjoy, feedback is always appreciated ! <3

ৎ୭ now playing. won’t bite - doja cat ft. smino.

koutarou bokuto had been lonely.

during the volleyball off-game season, he hadn’t much social interaction besides training with the team and the hook ups he’d had between his adoring fans and celebrities alike just weren’t doing it for him anymore.

most of his team spends this time with their family, flying back and forth across the globe to be with loved ones and worried mothers. sure, bokuto had his sisters— nagging him, making sure he’s keeping his health up along with the weekly zoom calls with his plethora of annoying teammates to make sure they’re not going insane but the MSBY player needed something more than friendly chats with people who already knew him.

in passing, over one of their group calls, hinata suggests a pet— but offers no solutions for when his taller, salt and pepper haired teammate has to travel for games again. atsumu proposes a more independent companion, one that can take care of themselves. like a hybrid.

and that very same day, koutarou ends up with you.

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#kotaro bokuto #haikyuu #fanfic #reccs #this is sooo good im absolutely drooling #send help please im weak #the writing in this is absolutely fantastic and sexy #yum

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Have you read the hypnosis mic manga or listened to the drama tracks? Or spotify hypwave? I always wonder if ppl just know it from the anime

I actually got into hypmic through the music. XD I saw a picture of Samatoki and tried to figure out what he was from, then binged a whole ton of the music.

I have listened to the drama tracks up to the end of the first division rap battles and plan to eventually finish the rest of them. I watched the anime afterwords and read a couple chapters of the manga too. The anime is alright? I think the drama tracks are a lot more cohesive, it just takes me awhile to work up the attention span to actually listen and follow along to them.

#i started for a picture of Samatoki and now i sing drops so much that my friends know the lyrics second hand #asks

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Do you take requests? I loved your Mirio x Reader fanfic and wanted to read more! <3

Yes, if you're willing to wait (like I know you did cuz this ask is wayyyyyy overdo). Also, there's somethings I probably just won't write or don't have the motivation to write but I like ideas >~<

Anyways, here's Mirio!

Disclaimer: 18+ years older to read/interact. All characters are 20 years or older.

Content/Warnings: a little bit of crying, a little bit of edging, a little bit of teasing and a whole lot of Mirio

Look at you… You were dragging your hips back and bouncing on him like one more second of waiting would be the end of the world. Depraved… It was a word that floated around in his head for a moment, but he was quick to shake it off. Depraved may be somewhat appropriate, but it sounded much too harsh a word for how pretty you looked right now, even in your current fervor. Your pert rear up in the air with your face planted directly into a pillow, trying desperately to chase your own high. Mirio wouldn't even have to move if he didn't want to. He could simply just watch your body quiver and shake as you pushed back on him over and over. He could do absolutely nothing but stay in place and would still get to listen to the tiny mewls and whines leaving your parted lips during each and every shakey jerk. He just had to be here and enjoy the show but…. Mirio was more of a giver. Always had been. So sitting back and just letting you take what you wanted didn't sound nearly as nice to him then getting you there himself; even if you did look oh-so-delicious.

"You know exactly what you want, huh?" He asked, voice bright and cheerful as always, even with the rough lacing of lust hidden within it. He liked to be sweet - liked to be gentle - but it was hard with your pretty cunt squeezing him for all he was worth. You were positively sublime. Mirio wasn't sure if there was an actual heaven or not, but he certainly found one when he was exploring the inside of you. Your greedy grinding created a symphony of wet sounds intermixed with the smacks of skin hitting frantic against skin. Your moans we're the melody that Mirio would be replaying over and over in his head later. Desperate and utterly captivating. "I loooove how you sound."

The neediness was cute. Adorable, even. He was on the verge of fawning really (as if he didn't already on a regular basis), but that neediness of yours ignited him from inside out. It was too hot to fawn when heat was consuming every nerve ending in his being. You made him feel molten on the inside; drove him crazy with the desire to erupt.

A big hand traced over the curve of your spine, ending the trail right as he reached the back of your neck. He didn't grab - though the thought danced in his mind. Would be fun to grab on like a handle and ride you out, but you were being such a good girl right now - you were such a good girl all the time- gentle was the only way to go, right? Well, as gentle as he could actually be.

So he didn't grab you, no, but he opted for letting his hand linger, thick digits sprawling over the skin. Not pressing, nor grabbing, but just a gentle hold as a reminder he was right there behind you. He forced you to still. He made you stop your riding and opted to keep you in place, impaled on him. Didn't want you getting too far gone without him, now. He had to keep you grounded somehow until he actually got you to your release. A slow build up would lead to a more overwhelming climax for you and he absolutely adored when he had you fucked out beneath him. That come down of yours as you sat in the afterglow of a mind-numbing orgasm was always something he looked forward to; blissed out and ready to snuggle. So obviously he wanted to get you there. He wanted you to feel overwhelmingly good and he was confident he could get you there. Just had to work you up some more first. And it was going well, considering he could feel how hard your pulse thrumming under his fingertips. Your heartbeat was as frantic as your movements. Sweet little thing.

"Slow down there a little." That's when there was the faintest bit of pressure on your neck, nestling you deeper in the pillow - get your focus back on him and his voice rather than the way he was stretching you out. "I know you can do this all yourself, but let me help anyway, alright?" It was almost a coo, a bit odd coming from your chipper boyfriend. He was always kind and gentle with you but his voice currently had a tenderness to it that had you full on whimpering into the fabric in front of you. Figures the man would only whip out a voice like that when he was fully sheathed inside you. But as full as you felt, it was a tone of voice that you wanted to listen to - a voice that made you weak. So you at least tried to slow down. Well, at least as much as you could but no amount of controlled breathing was going to stop the way your velvety walls fluttered around him.

Mirio thought it was a good effort and he rewarded that with more of his sinful sort of sweet.

His hand dipped away from your neck, tracing the curvature of your shoulder and down your arm before resting his palm at the back of your hand and interlocking fingers, pinning it to the bed as he pushed in closer. His chest pressed in, flat against your back and keeping you caged in as he sunk himself deeper, further. Buried himself to the hilt as his free hand wrapped around your waist, pressing a heavy palm against your lower abdomen and making you feel the weight of him inside - make you struggle with it. More pressure. More pretty little sounds coming from his little ray of sunshine squirming underneath him. "See? Nice and-" his words were accented with a thrust that went so much deeper and left you feeling impossibly full "-sloowww." So darn pretty, even with you trying to push your face further into the satin of the pillow case. His hand was squeezing yours tightly now - more assurance, more grounding to keep your mind stable all up until he could send you flying over the ledge. But in the meantime, right now, he wanted you present - wanted you feeling every single touch, every thrust, every inch. And right as you seemed to force your breathing to steady out a little adjusting to the way he fit, that's when he moved again, starting at a slow pace to wind his sweet doll up, teasing you further. Practically daring you to start up your squirming again. "I'll get you there, I promise. Patience."

"But, M-Miri-" your voice was practically a sob now, tears welling in your eyes while your body begged for relief. You were pleading - both physically and vocally. And Mirio just chuckled at you. You knew him well enough to know that laughter was his main form of expressing good emotions and you knew he wasnt actually laughing at you, but the way your achy body was shaking for more sure made it feel like it was at you. You're here crying while he's practically splitting you apart tortourously slow and he's laughing.

Mirio found a way to make your almost-sob turn full out anyway. Your little plea ended with another staggered pound. He continued to press his chest further against your back until his lips were brushing against your ear. His usual upbeat tone was now low and husky in your ear and that was what made your tears finally start to leak down your face. "What, you don't trust me?"

"Y-you k-know I do-"

"Then shush and let me take care of you."

It was just enough to tempt you into being complient and you tried to keep still; you really did. He could feel it in the way you were shivering, thighs trembling and quaking against his own. But you only lasted so long before you caved. Caved into the desire, your body was trying to bounce back again, trying to speed up the pace before Mirio was ready to let you take it there. And you were going too fast, once again. He already knew that. He knew how to read your body better than anyone - even better than yourself. Of course he did, he studied you like it was his life's research. He reveled in every needy reaction you gave him - he ate that sort of thing up when it was you. He knew exactly what sort of plot you needed for the best sort of climax. And even if the ride there wasn't what you wanted in the moment, Mirio was going to make sure you got an even better ending than you were hoping for. It would be worth the wait. And unlike you in your haziness, Mirio was so very patient. And he was more than willing to give you all the reminders you needed - and this time the reminder came with another heavy thrust the bottomed out inside you once more and made the head board slam against the wall. "Slow down."

#bnha smut #mirio x reader #mirio togata #ask #request

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