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Cow Endeavor

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Don’t ask no questions you don’t want answered. Either way, i have no answers for you. I cried while writing this

Praise kink, male lactation (🙃 say something i dare you) farm au, y'all know i love my breeding kink.


You were a simple farm hand. Every morning you’d wake up, feed the animals, and water the crops. It was your job to make sure everything was in order and working properly. In the essence of things working properly, that meant you had to take care of the farm’s prized cow, Enji.


You weren’t sure how or when he got here, he had just always been there. What you do know was that his performance in producing milk was so great that he had become the pinnacle for your farm, a mascot even. A cow that could make milk without even needing to be bred.


So it’s understandable the panic everyone went into when their prized cow stopped producing his prized milk. “I just don’t understand, he just had a calf but there’s not even milk for hj., we had to result to bottle feeding!”


You pat Keigo’s back reassuringly, “It’s going to be okay, have you ever considered that maybe he’s just too old now?” Takami’s face paled, “You’re right, what if our poor Endeavor has run his course?!” He then grips the front of your overalls and gazes you with a look that pierces your soul.


“You have to fix this, if they find out he’s no longer making milk, you know what they’ll do to him!” You nodded, retirement for farm animals was never fun, they’d either try to force his glands to make milk with dangerous chemically induced hormones, or it would be off to the chopping block.


So now, standing in front of Enji’s stall, you take a deep breath to steady yourself. Though his primary caretaker, you had never seen Enji in person so this would be either overwhelming or underwhelming.


Opening the swinging doors, you stand amazed. It may be called a stall but it was nothing less than a renovated room. There was, of course, a wooden trough where his hay and water was, but there was also a nice bed for him and even a damn vanity with a 6ft tall mirror.


“Are you the butcher?” You jump and swivel your head around. There standing at a whopping 6,11, was the prized Enji.


His blue eyes were cold as they glared down at you, and if you hadn’t seen his massive pecs, you would have confused him for a bull.


“Uh, no I’m not. I guess you could say I’m going to be your doctor today.” Enji rolled his eyes and walked past you. He sits on his bed and for a moment, you saw a look of sadness etched in his scared face. A reminder of a past problem.


“Look I’d recommend you replace me with Touya, he can’t do it as often but the quality in milk is just as good. I only ask that you allow little Shouto to sleep with him here, he gets terrible nightmares when he’s alone.”


You cursed your bleeding heart as you were two sentences from crying. Shouto was his most recent calf,, not even old enough to graze, yet he was far away from his mother where he should be, sucking and carefree.


“Well I hope it doesn’t come to that, can you get comfortable?”


Enji lays on his back, sinking into the soft bed below him. You step out the stall and grab your bag of tools. You walk up to Enji and feel your face warm as he looks back at you. His face remained stoic as he watched your hands maneuver the bag clamps.


You let out a loud shriek as a warm hand envelopes your left breast. “If you were a cow, I’m sure you’d make excellent milk.” You laugh awkwardly before breaking into a coughing fit as Enji releases you.


“Thanks, could you remove your top for me?” Enji sits up and does as you ask and you balk at how much bigger his chests were when released. “Mommy milkers.” You whisper to yourself, catching Enji’s attention. “What did you say?”


“Nothing!” You put your stethoscope in your ears, and hold the circle piece to his chest, uttering small apologies when he hisses at the cool temperature. You do the normal required check up before moving to the current task at hand.


You start to put on your latex gloves but it’s stopped by Enji shading his head. “I don’t like the way they feel.” So with your bare hands, you examine his chest.


First you massage the skin around his nipple to try to coax some milk out. With no luck, you decide to pay attention to the actual nipples balancing from prodding to pinching them. “Normally when things like this happen it means that something could be blocking the exit.” Enji huffed, “Why won’t you people accept that I’m just old?!”


You ignore him and continue. You feel around the swell of his breasts and push inwards with two fingers. At that, you faintly catch the sight of his pink buds being coated with clear shiny liquid. Enji’s face warmed at the feeling of it dripping down the valley of his chest.


“See, what did I tell you!? It just needed a little coaxing!” You press and prod more trying to coax a consistently white spurt of milk but soon run dry. Enji’s face was completely red and sweat had accumulated on his brow. He was internally thankful for the pants he requested as an embarrassingly large bulge was present just below the fabric.


“S-See all that was just a shadow of what I once was.” You flick his nip and shake your head, promptly missing how his eyes gently rolled back at the feeling. “Calm down edge lord. I think you need a constant force, I’m going to go get Shouta and see if he can suck more out and hopefully shift whatever is blocking.”


You stand up and give Enji a reassuring smile. Rising into a panic, Enji grabbed your forearm, “Don’t bring him!” You pout your lips, “Well who do you want me to bring?”


Enji grits his teeth, he didn’t want any of his calves to see him in such a state, but he knew this was an opportunity for him to stay at the farm a little while longer. Gently, you feel yourself being tugged.


You trip over yourself, slightly leaning over Enji which gave him the perfect opportunity to cradle the back of your head. He says nothing as he holds you closer, and it wasn’t until you saw his flushed face, that you realised what he wanted.


“E-Enji, I don’t think this is appropriate I-” Enji wastes no time before pressing his hardened nipple into your partially open mouth. Your protest is muffled as he pressed your face closer. His eyes closed tightly as your warm breath fans over his cool skin.


Soon you realise that you were not going to be let go anytime soon. You reposition yourself the best he would allow you before closing your eyes as well, and sucking gently. Enji lets out a sigh that reverberated down his body.


You let out a muffled exclamation as you feel a warm liquid

flow into your mouth. It was thicker than the clear liquid you saw before, bittersweet and addicting without any additives. It was easy to see how Enji had become the prized cow.


Enji’s grip slackened when he felt you relax against him, but you barely noticed as you became enraptured in the taste of his milk. In a strange way, suckling from him felt almost intimate in a maternal way.


Despite your innocent feelings, Enji found himself becoming aroused at the sight of you enjoying him. In all his years of work, he had never seen someone, besides his calves, drink his product.


“D-Do you like it?” You hum around him and he had to clench his teeth so he wouldn’t release any sounds. You find yourself getting pliant in his arms, becoming more focused on getting more of the psweet liquid.


You soothingly lave your tongue around his nipple and Enji can’t help but let out a small moan. His dick was painfully hard in his cotton pants and there was only so much he could take.


You remove yourself from him with a wet pop, before applying a kiss to his swollen bud. Rather high off happy chemicals, you stand shakily to your feet. Enji had drool and small dribbles of milk spurting from the unattended side of his chest. “You were so good for me Enji. I’m sure this will get you up and running in no time!”


With that, you utter a quick “thank you” and walk away, missing the large splotch of cum leaking from the fabric crotch of Enji’s pants.


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It was 3 weeks before you saw Enji again. And you don’t deny that you were avoiding him. What you did was beyond inappropriate and uncalled for. You should have pulled away and called for one of his calves.


But avoiding your job is just as easy as it sounds.


“Hey y/n, Enji thinks he’s running dry again. Even though there seems to be nothing wrong when the machine mills him, I think you should go check and make sure.” You stiffen and shovel a mouthful of lettuce into your mouth.


“If there’s nothing wrong, I have no reason to go. Besides why can’t you do it.” Keigo looks at you with a raised eyebrow, “He requested you specifically.” You feel your chest flutter with an unknown emotion and you quickly finish your lunch to avoid any conversation.


You enter Enji’s stall the next day and watch silently as he immediately removes his shirt. Ever since your first meeting, his chests had doubled in size since the milk had finally been allowed to move freely. The sight of them excited you, and you couldn’t help but feel conflicted.


You sit in a small chair next to Enji’s bed and examine his swollen breasts. Even the slightest touch caused milk to spill forth and it became hard to ignore. “You’re not really starting to dry up are you?”


Enji sighs before sitting up. “Ever since that day I couldn’t get you out of my head.” You tilted your head confused as Enji cups his breasts before trailing his large hands down his stomach to his crotch before gripping his obvious manhood.


“Enji this is going beyond inappropriate.” The large man made a sound that was a cross between a desperate whine and a grunt similar to that of a bull. “Don’t deny that you like it too, I saw the look on your face.” You lowered your head unable to look at his eyes.


Thoughts mulled over in your head about what type of punishment you could receive from possibly contaminating merchandise. Would the milk be different? People have been sending letters about how much sweeter Enji’s milk has gotten.


Ah, but the thought of Enji’s sweet sustenance on your tongue made your mouth water. Enji hid a small smirk as he saw you finally make up your mind. He had missed you since your last encounter, he spent nights thinking of you as his tits swelled with milk.


You untie your work apron and toss it on the stool before straddling Enji’s thick legs. In the back of your mind, the logistics of his height and weight made your shiver at the thought of his cock.


Enji brings you in for a kiss and the rather off putting taste of oats and spring grass floods your senses as your tongues intertwine. You use your hands to massage his breasts and feel your front become warm as you subsequently squeeze out some of his milk.


You place hurried kisses along his jaw as you make your way to the true treasure. The sweet taste of his milk overrides your morning meal and you are baffled by how different it was from last time.


Enji, no longer feeling shy, let out a groan as he holds your head close to him. His free hand pulls his leaking cock out and strokes it in time with your rough tongue as you press it against his sensitive bud.


“Harder my little flower.” You sigh with contentment at the nickname and do as ordered. You feel Enji flex below you and you take pride in it.


You scoot your lower body closer to his groin and rock your hips against him. The feeling of your denim pants against his throbbing cock was almost too much yet too little.


“Please, let me be inside you.” You raise your head to look at him and Enji almost coos at the milky dribble rolling out the corner of your mouth. You were such a small thing, needed to be fed, needed to be protected and most importantly, needed to be bred.


Dazed, you shimmy off your pants and underwear and grind your hips. “B-Be gentle okay?” You were trembling on top of him and it was absolutely adorable. “Of course my flower.”


In the corridor Keigo was making his way towards Enji’s stall. It had been beyond the recommended time for an examination so he was coming to see what was taking you so long.


As he comes upon the door, the sound of whining fills his ears. “Just a little bit longer, flower.” His eyes widen and he takes four steps away from the stall door. “You sly fox y/n fraternizing with the produce.” Keigo shakes his head in disapproval before shrugging with a small grin.


“None of my business.”


The feeling of fullness was strange and uncomfortable. Enji was not long whatsoever, that was another characteristic that set him apart from the bulls. But he was thick to the point where you knew you’d have to work extra hard to accommodate him.


“You’re doing so well for me flower.” You rub your face against his bosom and resume drinking from him. The taste of his milk was therapeutic and before you knew it, he was thrusting fluidly inside of you.


The thickness of his shaft rubbed just right against your g-spot. The feeling of your soft lips alternating between each nipple, made Enji speed up his menstruations for he could no longer contain his pleasure.


He was sad that he couldn’t bring you to completion as well but that can always be saved for next time. The feeling of his semen filling you felt just as amazing as the milk flooding your mouth and you clenched tightly around him.


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“It’s not funny Keigo!” “Really? I think it’s hilarious.” You groan as you cradle your slightly protruding belly. You should have seen it coming, and subconsciously, you weren’t surprised to see two pink lines on the pregnancy test that you took 4 months ago.


Now at 7 months and obviously showing, Keigo took the opportunity to bring up the fact that he was there when your new child was consummated therefore reserved the right to be it’s godfather.


Telling Enji the news went scarily smooth as the cow bastard only replied with, “Of course you are pregnant, I’m the sire.” Followed by him asking to try your milk as well, so he could critique. All his calves, now yearlings, seemed to take the news just fine and only seemed excited to pick baby names.


“Look, all I’m saying is, don’t come crying when little junior starts asking about the family business.” You groan as the dirty blond man continues his jokes. A small content smile is present on your face.

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Ima tell you this right now. I don’t know how to write a song fic so this is going to be trial and error. Also this song ruined my life, my subconscious learned the lyrics immediately and I only listened to it 4 times. This is not my type of music. I don’t need it in ma brain fam!! 

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I never really had a bad boy

You know I’ve always been a good girl


You lived your life as a master in the art of minding your business. Although you were in the one class in the whole school that couldn’t get a break from excitement, you were able to flawlessly blend into the seams. Of course it wasn’t on purpose. You just liked to be in your own bubble. You got good grades and didn’t take part in extra curriculars. An excellent background character.

It wasn’t until you were partnered with the class loud-mouth Katsuki Bakugou, that your life started to take a turn for the better. 


Crazy how it happened so fast boy

The way you rocking my world


Anyone could easily tell you two were opposing forces like oil and water. But as corny as it was, the connection was immediate. Your first plan was to only speak when needed and drown out the white noise with music. Working silently was obviously a struggle for your partner because the next thing you knew, one side of your hearing was exposed to the buzzing excitement of your class.


“What crap are you listening to extra?” You looked at him blandly, one would be a fool to take offense from anything Bakugou says. You watched his face scrunch together in concentration and you could tell that he liked what he was hearing. For the rest of the class hour, you shared headphones and song interests, and for the first time, Bakugou wasn’t yelling.


Yeah, you’re my distraction

Love our connection


He often joined the family for dinner and could even hold fluid conversations with your mother without missing a beat or falling behind. 


It didn’t take long for him to even invite you to his own home as well. While your must tastes were similar, home life and house decor were largely different. You found yourself spending hours with his father, gushing over baby pictures of Bakugou, and dinner was quite the spectacle as you watched him and his mother play ping-pong with insults while you enjoyed new Japanese cuisine.


I see so much when I look at you

You got potential


It became a bit of a routine. He would come over your house, your room would be filled with the warm gooey vibes of soul and r&b and you would day dream your worries away. At some point, Bakugou had become a key item to your way of living. 


When you two were alone, he surprised you by toning down his brash attitude and seemed genuinely interested in your aspirations. “So when you graduate, you’ll still have to take another 8 years of college plus 1 more of residency?!” You nod as you eat a spoonful of Cinnamon Crunch. “Why are you acting so surprised, you want to be the president.” Bakugou shrugged with a small smirk on his face, “Yeah but that’s plan B.”


Time is essential

But I'ma take my time with you

Cause you need it


It was Thursday and at 5am when Bakugou called you. He was drunk and angry, cursing with every sentence. You quickly went to pick him up in your mom’s car as fast as you could. An upset Bakugou was a menace to society and if he felt that he needed to call you this late, it must be serious.


You just need someone to keep it real with you

And I see that


“Fucking bitch!” He slurred, leaning against your car door. “That’s not nice Bakugou, at the end of the day that’s still your mother.” You focused on the road trying to avoid flinching whenever he randomly got loud. “You don’t understand. She won’t fuking listen, ion what to be a damn lawyer.” 


You glance wearily over at him downing the rest of his bottle. “I’m assuming she denied the architect’s idea.” “What do you fucking think! Old lady want’s me to “continue the family business” like hell!”


I'ma be the one to plant that seed in you

You don’t gotta worry


You sighed and made a sharp turn into a Target parking lot. “What the hell we doin ‘ere?” You park and turn the car off, you knew your mom would kill you if you stayed out too long, but this couldn’t wait. 


“Katsuki, I’m going to tell you this right here and now. Sometimes adults think they are doing the best for you but they aren’t and you gotta show em that by doing what you think is the best for you and doing it well.”


I won’t judge you from your past

I know you’re not my first


Bakugou looked at you with slow blinking eyes before scooting closer in his seat. You allowed him to take hold of your face, and didn’t look away as his finger rubbed gently along the curve of your lips.


“If you don’t want this….please…tell me to stop.” His face was red, the air was thick and something that was always there, ignited as your lips met.


With drunken strength, he pulls you onto his lap and feels gently along your body as you tug on his lips with your teeth. The car was filled with hormones and heavy breaths as you got more desperate, but not once did he try to undress you. It was him that pulled away first, “What’s wrong?” you asked, out of breath and concerned, but he only shook his head with a wide grin on his face. 

“Marry me.


But I’ll make sure that you’re my last

We live two different lifestyles babyBut we can change that


“Huh?” you laugh breathlessly, not believing your ears. “Marry me.” You feel your heart speed up so much so you could almost hear it. “But we’re so young, Bakugou, are you sure?” Bakugou cards his fingers through his hair with a determined look on his face. “Of course not now! But in the future.” You cross your arms and look down at him, “You’re not messing with me are you Katsuki?” He scoffed, “Do I look like I’m joking you damn nerd?”


Just promise not to hurt me

Cause you know I told you that


You hold out a pinky, “Promise me then.” Bakugou jokingly pretends to bite your finger, “Are you serious right now?!” You huff indignantly, “Promise me Bakugou.” He rolled his eyes, “Ooo, pulling out my last name like that. Fine, I’ll be weird with you just this once.” 


He holds out his pinky finger and loops it with yours. “I promise that as soon as we graduate, I’ll make you mine.” You share another kiss and watch the sun rise over the large Target building without a care in the world.


I never really had a bad boy

You know I’ve always been a good girl

Crazy how it happened so fast boy

The way you rocking my world

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Tenya Iida with a blk bby momma


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Originally posted by hot-wiings

  • Okay first of all, he still don’t understand how you two met
  • i mean he never visits “the ghetto”
  • Obviously ignorant at first.
  • But the more you teach him, the more he’s willing to learn.
  • Low-key is letting your family take advantage of his money
  • but you don’t ask cause you knew you’d hit him for whatever answer he had for that.
  • Extremely respectful to the point that everyone is sightly concerned.
  • When the media find out about you, he didn’t deny not a damn claim.
  • He was proud of you and he’ll be damned if you thought otherwise.
  • Was a little too excited when you got pregnant.
  • “Sometimes contraceptives don’t work all the time y/n”
  • was there for you the whole way.
  • Bought a house as soon as he got the news.
  • has a breeding kink so this would not be the last time.
  • Got horny from simply seeing your big belly.
  • A helicopter dad before the brat was even born.
  • House proofed the whole place.
  • Would sing to your belly.
  • I feel like you’d end up with “bambam kids” on accident from his over the top spoiling.
  • Would take them for rides whenever he got his “ankle pipes” cleaned.
  • To his surprise only one of his kids got the leg engine trademark.
  • But they were all just as fast with other quirky add ons.
  • Proposed after the announcement of bby number 2.
  • He’s the type that doesn’t want you to work and rely on him
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Ah, in case yall didnt know, i got the shigaraki with a blk bby momma story on both wattpad and ao3 titled. “I love it when you call me big papa” there’s only like 4 chapters rn but i just wanted to let yall know

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Gojo with a black baby momma would be something out of a sitcom.

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Originally posted by neologyro

  • Let’s face it, the man is a little shit.
  • But would be treated like royalty at the family reunions.
  • Auntie’s love him.
  • Momma love him.
  • Daddy tolerates him after he bought him some nasty ass Old English beer.
  • Wouldn’t pull the “your daughter calls me daddy too” thing
  • cause as powerful as he is, he ain’t sure if he’ll be able to out run an ass whoopin from ALL your cousins.
  • Assuming you have a daughter the man would be head over heels
  • that’s his little girl and you can’t tell him other wise.
  • Was a lil pissy when his son clinged to you no matter what.
  • His son didn’t even like him at first.
  • He was just another ni**a that lived in the house.
  • His genes are recessive so the kids most likely look like you.
  • Makes it into a sport for how long he can go without someone calling the cops because a civilian suspected him of kidnapping a black child.
  • Passed out during your labor because he crosses the line at coochie stretching
  • but will scale a whole building
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Imposter Bakugou pt1


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It was so hard to choose who to kill honestly

Among Us au obviously

Darker themes, murder

This was a smut request that i honestly don’t know how to turn into a smut and I’m still unsure if I’m going to put my darker fanfic fantasies on this account.

The lights went out above you, shrouding you in darkness. You wearily tap your body in search of your small built in flashlight. So far it seemed you were the only one heading towards Electrical but that wasn’t surprising.



Ever since you all boarded, there seemed to be something on board. Your friends were going missing or turning up dead entirely, leading to distrust among the crew. So who in their right mind would head towards the source of the darkness rather than huddle together in a corner.



Nonetheless, someone has to turn the lights back on, you couldn’t just be waiting in the dark, it would only lead to more death with no discovery. 



You enter the room and feel around for the breaker. The soft sounds of shuffling was heard near you, but you ignore it against your better judgement. You get the lights on and turn around only to see the doors shut.



“Damn it!” The power going out probably triggered the door mechanism. It was going to be a while till they powered back on and you got out of here. You look down at your walkie and your checklist. “Might as well shift the power route to the top generator before calling someone.”



You walk around the wall supporting the broker and cover your mouth in a silent scream. 



There, laying in a heap of blood was Shinsou Hitoshi. He was a transfer from the other fleet, still so young in the working force, so why was he lying here with a hole in his chest?!? You back away from his body, seat gathering on your forehead.



You screamed and swung a blind punch when two hands clamp down on your shoulder. “Stop making so much damn noise, you’ll scare everyone.” It was Bakugou and you quickly latch onto him as you sobbed. A gentle hand rubbed your back until you calmed down



“Bakgou, we have to go tell the others quickly!” You run to the door expecting it to be unblocked but it still remained shut. “W-What, then how did you get in?” Bakgou leans against the wall. “I was already here.”



You steady your breath, okay. “Then the killer must have killed Shinsou and run off when you weren’t looking.” Bakgou says nothing about your inner turmoil as he watched your eyes glance back and forth. He could care less and honestly he was quiet hungry. The thought of Tokoyaki crossed his mind briefly.



“But Bakugou…” You faced the door, unable to turn around unless the blond man answered your question. “Don’t you have the master card to override all the doors.” Bakgou lazily swung said card in your face confirming your question.



“And the doors only shut after I came in so that would be enough time for you to leave and get help.” Bakgou shrugged, “I couldn’t see that the kid was dead so I had no reason to report." 



You turn around, pressing yourself against the wall to cause a little more distance. Bakugou stands straighter at the sight of your tense behavior. "What task were you doing?” Bakugou snorted, “Damn wires, what else!”



“You were doing wires in the dark?” Bakgou laughed as he walked towards you. The feeling of dread came over you as he got closer. Though the sound leaving his mouth was joyful, his eyes told a different story. You should shut your mouth, you knew, try to live another day. But you couldn’t, for Shinsou.



“No idiot I had my flashlight on!” You slowly draw your hand to the small knife on your waist. “But you said you couldn’t see Shinsou, he’s two feet from wires and even if he wasn’t, our flashlights are good enough to light half this room." 



Bakgou rolled his shoulders, "You ask a lot of questions ya'know?” He stood only a small distance from you, if you moved now, you could take him out. “Ever heard the saying, curiosity killed the cat?" 



You lunge at him, knife out and ready and to your surprise he makes no move to stop you.



You stab directly at his side. You didn’t want to kill him for questioning but you needed to immobilize him. Nothing, you watch as his suit stains with blood. "Damn, I’m gonna have me one hell of a toothache now.”



“Toothache?” Your throat is gripped and you are soon held against the wall suspended. Before your eyes, Bakugou’s midsection opens up completely, revealing a faint mouth full of teeth and a strangely shaped tongue. 



As if hearing your fretful thoughts, the tongue slides out of it’s large mouth and slides along your cheek, slicing the skin there with only a touch. “I can kill you right fucking now all because you couldn’t be a dumb little slut for me.”



You shake your head as you grip the arm holding you up. “N-No this is impossible!” Bakgou rolls his eyes and puts you down before grabbing you by the ear. He drags you towards Shinsou’s mangled corpse and you feel the bile rise in your throat.



“What is that y/n?” You shake your head as salty tears roll down your cheeks. He pressed your face closer, “WHAT IS THAT!” You gasp as another sob takes over you. “Fine I’ll answer, that is a hole y/n. A hole in the middle of this extras body. Is that impossible y/n?" 



The tears falling down your face prevented you from speaking as snot dripped out of your nose. Bakugou sneers in disgust and pushes you away, even closer to the body. "Damn humans are fucking disgusting.” You crawl away from Shinsou as the realization of your situation finally hits you.



“Are you going to do that to me? Am I going to die?!” Bakugou doesn’t respond but his waist does open back up. You clench your eyes shut and stand, it would probably be less painful if you stood. Your fists clenched and unclenched besides you as you waited for either pain, or the sweet release of death.



Nothing happens and you can’t help but break down again. “Just do it already!” The sound of concealed laughter brings you out of your panic and you open your eyes. 



Bakugou is bent over before you, laughing so hard, tears were falling down his face. The thought that it was all a prank crossed your mind but no, Shinsou looked too real. And they were never close enough to want to pull something this sick together.



“Ah, you’re different than the rest. Any other would beg for their life and even offer their first born just to live to see the next day. But you!?” His sentence is interrupted with laughter once again. “You’re so damn weak, you just gave up and decided to die!" 



Bakugou wipes a stray tear from his eyes before becoming serious. "How pathetic. Fine, I’m not going to kill you, not yet at least.” You are not comforted by the news as Bakugou walks towards you. “Nah instead, I’m going to  pound that dumb little head of yours, until all you can think about is me. So much so, you won’t even try to snitch.”



Bakgou taps your head with his index finger as he looks down at your condescendingly. “I’m going to make you live with guilt on your mind as I pick your friends off one. by. one. Until it’s only you left.” He leans away, admiring the damage he was causing. “And then, when you’re all alone, and broken. Then I’m going to come for you, and I’ll be the one deciding whether you live or die.”


This was way darker than i meant it to be. Idk how I’m going to even lead to a smut from this

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The cooking thing I did here is probably wouldn’t work in real life


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Originally posted by fandommuse1958

It was White Day, and you and Nejire had decided to bake cookies for the other students. “Babe, do we have flour?” You looked through the cabinets in search of the signature white powder “Umm, maybe?” You look over at the lavender girl in question. “Why are you so hesitant?”



She looked away with a small blush on her face. You cross your arms and tap your feet. “Nejire?” She giggled and suddenly held up a white paper bag with pink heart stickers on it. “I wanted to try making them on my own first, so I borrowed the flour.”



That was concerning for many reasons. One, everyone knows Nejire can’t cook. Two, the flour you were searching for was 2 pounds. Gingerly you took the bag from her and opened it. 



On the outside, the cookies looked rather normal. They were soft, kind of cakey, and were decorated rather cutely with pink star sprinkles. You lift one up and immediately notice your fingers being covered with white dust. “Go ahead, try it!” Nejire looked at you hopefully. 



You smile wearily and hold the cookie up. “Cheers!” You place the small pastry in your mouth and balk at the pasty taste coating your tongue. The taste of flour was so strong that the urge to drink water was immediate but you didn’t want to alarm Nejire. 



“Needs a little more sugar.” Nejire gained stars in her eyes. “Really?!” Before you could stop her, she was already reaching inside of the bag and popping a powder monstrosity in her mouth. She sputtered and shot the cookie out, and to your horror, powder really spewed out of her mouth. “A little more sugar huh?”



You look in the bag and unconsciously scrunch your face up. “Maybe we can cook these into new cookies?” Nejire looks in the bag as well, “Do you think that would work?” You shrug, with the amount of flour baked into these cookies, it wouldn’t hurt. 



“Put them in a bowl of water and play with them, maybe it will break apart.” Nejire pouted, “Were they that bad?” You avoided the question.



Nejire busied herself with molding the dough out of it’s cookie form. It wasn’t the best option but it was good enough that you could work with it.



Tying an apron around your waist, you get to work preparing the wet ingredients until Nejire was done. “Do you think we should do vanilla, or chocolate?” Nejire ponders the question as she brings you the bowl of  uncookied cookies. 



“Chocolate, I’d rather not think of my mistake.” You purse your lips and held her chin towards you. “Don’t think like that, you tried and that’s what matters.” She didn’t look convinced and you sighed, placing a chaste kiss on her forehead.



“Let’s get to work!” Surprisingly remaking cookies was the easiest part, you even decided to mold them into quirky shaped like stars and hearts. Of course they were done by hand so some of the stars looked rather deformed.



The problem came when deciding what temperature to cook them at. “They’ve already been cooked, so how do we do it again without drying it out?” Nejire looked at you with wiggling eyebrows. “Why don’t you just use your hotness to cook it just right?”



You looked back, oblivious, “I think 450° would work just fine.” You set it to the desired temperature as Nejire experienced second hand embarrassment. 



Waiting for the cookies was mine wreaking as you hoped things would turn out okay. “Chin up Y/n, I’m sure they’ll be delicious, you put your heart into them so they have to be!” She put a soft hand against your cheek and tucked a lavender lock behind her ear.



“You cheered me up, now it’s my turn.” You held the hand against you and smiled, “You didn’t cheer up though.” “But didn’t I? Spending time with you is the best medicine for sadness in my opinion.”



The cookies were baked as much as you could and you both triumphantly sampled them.



They tasted like shit.

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I’m not really proud of this one

This is sweet, and soft


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Originally posted by otakucringe

Mondays are about the most boring days of the week. After waiting days for Piccolo to return home from training Gohan, he finally returned….. To train himself to beat Goku


“Piccalo! I’m bored!” The green man ignored you and continued doing push-ups. “If you are so bored, go to sleep, or better yet, go somewhere else.”


You stand flabbergasted at the audacity of this bitch. You stomp your way over to him and opt to sit on his back. Your weight did nothing to deter his exercise and he even used one hand out of spite.


“You’ve been acting so high and mighty since you’ve come back. Acting as if I can’t just call Goku to come and out do anything you could even attempt to do.” You stand up and nudge a large weight sitting on the floor. “Yeah, he could probably lift 200x more than whatever weight this is.”


Yes your feeble attempts at getting back were nothing but petty, but petty was your middle name. “Why are you acting like a little brat today?” You huff and ignore the sound of him nearing closer.


Hands come to hold your waist but you ignore them, even when the pressure of each of his fingertips increased the more you talked. “I’m not being a brat, you’ve just been acting like an old man ever since you got back!”


Piccalo laughs, deep and guttural, “Old man?”


You stumble forwards as Piccalo heards you against the wall, his taller frame making it impossible for you to get around him even if you wanted to. “Would you like this old man to teach you a thing or two about manners?”


You look at him with a raised eyebrow and a small smirk. “And what could you possibly teach me?”


The back of your head is held firmly by his hand as he kisses you, your tongues intertwined in a competitive tango. He lifts you by your thighs and presses you closer to the wall as your legs wrap around his waist.


The feeling of his nails is a bit of a deterent as they poke your soft skin. “How long has it been?” He mumbled against your pliant lips. “5 months.” “You’ve been counting?” He chuckles, leaving hot kisses along your jaw. “Don’t be cocky, I had nothing else to do.”


You gently tug on his pointed ears and feel smug when he moans against your skin. You learned early in the relationship that they were his weak points and used them to your advantage.


Through his pants you could feel his growing arousal through his sweatpants. “Do you want help with that?” Piccolo shook his head as he grinded against you. “No I just want to be inside of you already.”


You moaned lowly as Piccalo gets on his knees with your legs on his shoulders. Your bottoms and underwear are quickly disposed of. “Kami I missed this so much.” His crude words go straight to said area and he marvelous as you visibly clench.


“Damn, stop looking and do something already!” You use your legs to pull him closer and sigh happily as he finally touches you.


Green hands mold your butt softly, further exciting you. You selfishly grind against his face, his nose bumping your arousal with every rotation. Piccalo is selfish in his own right.


He gets off to getting you off, so seeing you tremble with pleasure only fuels him to work harder at giving you orgasm after orgasm. The feeling of you trying to keep your thighs from clamping down on his head filled him with a sense of pride that he had you wrapped right around his finger.


“What wrong human? Cat got your tongue?” Piccalo looks you directly in the eye as he makes a show out of using his long tongue to lap at the juices drenching your twitching hole. “S-Shut it asshat.” You look away embarrassed at the direct eye contact.


“What happened to all that attitude from earlier?” Piccalo frees himself with a groan as he nibbles at the skin above your belly button. “That attitude will come back if you keep teasing me!” You warned, arching your back when Piccolo’s hands came to caress it.


You had a goal in mind, orgasm then run. Your boyfriend’s species, though small in ‘that’ department, had an unsatisfiable endurance. So while a normal person would be worn after two rounds, Piccalo wouldn’t feel it till 6 and even then, 'tis but a scratch’


The large man wastes no time before penetrating you and grinding slowly. You bring him for another kiss and he swallows your moans.


You had missed this. The feeling of his warm body against yours, in a passionate embrace. You were honestly so scared when he first left off. That damn kid he’s been training and his father always seemed to be caught up in something dangerous.


This was how it’s supposed to be. Him, here, with you, together.

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finally finished that bo wip, i think i’m happy with it lol

i’ll probably come back to it in a few months when i get better

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❦BNHA! Various X Black!Reader

❦Reader: Female
❦Word Count: 3048

❦Characters: 
⇻Izuku Midoriya 
⇻Mirio Togata
⇻Kirishima Eijirou

❦Warnings:
None

❦Plot:
“Y/N L/N. Thank you for your help.”
-H.E.R.O Ward Association, Block 15

A young 20-year-old, that has been chosen as the right choice to raise 10 Installments, that are children?

❦Notes:
⇻This does not involve pedophilia, Hebephiles, or Ephebophiles (Nothing to do with a sexual attraction towards literal children)
-G/BsF/N = Best friends name

❝Ch.1❞  ❝Ch.2❞

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  • Sukuna with a black bby momma would be the funniest shit.
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Originally posted by gojous

  • He would be stunting on live like “Yeah i run this house.”
  • and in the distance you’d hear his baby crying and his bby momma/wifey is like “boy get yo daughter im taking a shower!
  • And his dumbass is like, "I’ll get her when i feel like it.”
  • And all you hear is something flying through the air and the live mysteriously pauses.
  • But when it cuts back he’s holding in infant with a distinct red outline of a shampoo bottle on his cheek.
  • But still taking about, “Hoes don’t know what to do with me.” 💯
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Id like to think this is male reader

I’m an advocate for buff men doing soft things

Tumblr tags promptly informed me i was spelling it wrong

Endevor fluff bitches

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Meeting Endevor was honestly something you didn’t expect to happen.


You were beyond a civilian, spending your life working at a small coffee shop in an urban part of Japan. Your life was fairly ordinary, until you met your hero.


The number 2 hero had just so happened to have had an early morning and had stopped by for coffee.


You took his order and when you gave it to him, you’d never seen someone look so happy to receive a liquid beverage. What was even more surprising was that the steamy hero ordered ice tea…..at a coffee shop.


Feeling satisfied the large man gingerly handed you two dollars in tip and left the store with the mannerisms of a granny. That had been the end to it, or so you thought.


The large man had started coming more frequently, and staying more often. Like clockwork, he’d come in at 9am, sit down at the small table in the far left corner next to the array of small potted plants. It was a ridiculous sight.


He’d order a medium Matcha tea with whip cream and lemon flakes….weird flex. And would promptly tip you your annual two dollar tip.


It had become routine. One that your coworkers jumped on in order to torture you.


“Hey your boyfriend’s running a little late today.” You grimace at the sound of your manager Tomoe’s voice next to your ear. “If you’re not gonna hand me orders don’t come near at all.” You said playfully. He put a hand over his heart, “You wound me and I went out of my way to help you buffoons.”


You ignore him and look out the large windows of the shop. You were honestly worried as well, it was already 10:30am and you had yet to see your hulking regular.


Since business was always slow coming towards lunch time, you busied yourself with cleaning the tables. The distinct jingling of the shop door, brought you out of your thoughts and you quickly turned around to greet the new guest with a bow.


“Hello, and welcome!” The smell of smoke immediately hits your nose and you open your eyes to meet smokey blue one’s. There he was, finally. The man’s flaming facial hair was flickering in the morning light and his suit was singed all over, with some places burnt completely through. Although obviously worn, your regular had come, and that was all that mattered.


You speed walked to the register with hidden (not really) enthusing as you took your place to properly greet him. “What may I get you today?” The man, as large as he was, smiled shyly, “Matcha Tea with lemon please.” You ring him up and go to fix the drink.


You won’t deny that you saw lingering eyes from the back room as you did your job, and honestly you didn’t care as you headed to your favorite customers, favorite table.


You sit the drink down politely, and place the napkins before bowing and turning to take your leave. That was of course a large tightly held yours. “I-I know this is most likely too much to ask but, can you sit with me?”


You looked between your station and him and as much as you hated to admit, it was hard to say no to those hopeful eyes. You shake his hand off and continue walking behind the register, internally breaking at his sad face but revealing in the happiness that showed as he watched you make your own drink, the same as his.


It was silent as you sat down, just as he always was, but it was good. You two sat, with your peculiar drinks. Next to your small plants, in your secluded corner.


You raise the cup to your mouth and you drink.


“This is pretty good.”

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okay so bokuto wip that i’m actually kinda proud of so far lmaooo

also i don’t even simp that hard for bo but i literally cannot draw anyone but him rn🤕🤕

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A/n: this for my Jamaicans/jamerican people out there! ( ˘ ³˘)♥︎


Bakugo x black fem


Btw: i am also jamaican too ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ 🇯🇲


Enjoy!




꧁☁︎︎☁︎︎☁︎︎☁︎︎☁︎︎☁︎︎☁︎︎☁︎︎☁︎︎☁︎︎☁︎︎☁︎︎☁︎︎☁︎︎☁︎︎꧂


It was lunch time y'all my favorite subject!


Don’t care if people said lunch isn’t subject, it’s a goddam subject in my school!



I couldn’t wait to grab my lunch container in the teachers lunch room since of course I couldn’t put it into my locker, goddamn rats and Roches all up on it. I happily went inside the teacher area and place my container in the microwave for a good 2 minutes for my curry and 50 secs for my roti. Once it’s warming up I grab my Arizona mango juice and forks and napkins to be awaitin for my food.



DING


DING



“Yesssiirrrrr” I open up the microwave to reveal a amazing smell of Caribbean food, I hungrily lick my lips and have a moment of silence of the smell running through my nose. I sighed, it had been a while since I last time had home made food from my parents but thanks to auntie now I’m living with she made my dad special curry and roti, it was gonna be good lunch to no cap.



I quickly took out of the microwave and rush outta here to the cafeteria to the bakugo squad. I see them to my corner of my eye happily chatting to each other while bakugo in other side playing with his food.


Y/n and bakugou wasn’t dating….yet, but they knew they both have feeling each others. Whenever they where alone they a whole different person on other side. Sometimes y/n can be really herself to bakugo and bakugou liked that, he like eveything about y/n



Her dark skin


Her brown eyes


Her 4c hair


Her attitude


Her personality


Her accent


Her body and mostly especially her back side ( if you know what I mean 😉)



She was one thick Gal


Even with no curvy waist or not she was still beautiful whenever he got his eyes on her.



“Yo y/n! Over here!” Kirishima called out across the cafeteria feeling some stares on him but he ignored that.


He’s too manly for negatively.


“Hey yall”


Bakugou look across from his food to see y/n sitting across from him. He looks at you for a moment when he realizes you took off your braids leaving you with a front bun and edges freely out. There’s was no point to do your edges while training anyways. Ruined everything by your own sweat.



Y/n greedily rub her hands before open her container the smell hit his nose and the rest of the squad.


“Ohhh what is that?” Mina asked you, with her mouth watering over the food next to her.


“Jamaican Curry chicken, fried platains and roti along with the side and my Fav drink, mango Arizona juice” you explained feeling all suprise face on you.



“What?”



“YOUR JAMAICAN!?” Four of them yelled evening bakugo was surprised.



“Well yea…not all black people are from Africa, goofballs” you shrugged earning a small smirk from bakugo.



“Oh sorry we didn’t mean it” Mina hugged side you and the rest apologizing, you accepted them and give them each platains since your Auntie made enough since she know how greedy your friends are.


They all ended up liking it and asking for more but you sadly tell them no since you wanted some too.


“All make some for you guys tomorrow for lunch” you said and they all happily nodded before going back to their conversation leaving out bakugo alone, head down and playing with his food. Not satisfied in there conversation any way.


Y/n noticed how bakugo not eating so she gave him, her one piece one of her platains and curry along with it, she placed them on his try with one of her paper plate as she goes back to her own food.


Bakugo noticed something good and look on his corner eye to see y/n piece of food on his tray. He look up and glare at y/n giving back her food to her but y/n stopped him. She swallowed her food before speaking.



“Take it”



“I don’t want it..”



“Cmon now I know your hungry and wasn’t mood for school lunch today” y/n smirked at him. Bakugo trailed his eyes to her plump lips when he noticed curry in the corner of her lip. He licked his thumb before swiping the curry sauces off her lips to his for a taste.



Spicy


The why he likes it..



(Thank goodness nobody saw him)



Bakugou pull his thumb away from his lips slowly looking at her in the eyes when y/n felt shyness spreading around her.



Bakugou grab one of the platains and curry together and put them together as he took a huge bite even if the platin is small but that not the point now.



Bakugou took his time processing the chewing and the spicy curry that hit his taste buds which he likes the most.


he finally swallowed in one gulp before he instantly grab y/n drink and quickly take a sip of it.


“You know you could have took a waterfall bakugo before putting your big mouth all around it” y/n teasley glare before snatching her bottle away from bakugo grip.



“Shut it extra..it wasn’t even all that” bakugo huffed feeling heat across from his cheeks.


“Now that’s cap..” y/n giggle



“Cap?”



“Lies my dude it means lies” y/n playfully rolled her eyes, before grabbing her roti and curry together with a quick smash and a open wide bite when all the suddenly bakugo quickly snatched the food away from her and shove it to his mouth with hunger killing him.



“Damnnn bro where you really that hungry” Sero said with widened eyes.



“Hushfggh” he mumbled with stuffed with y/n food.




“You know what then I bringing more curry and platin tomorrow for y'all hungry greedy asses” y/n announced with cheers of bakugo squad happily answered.



“Yaaaaayyyyyy”



“But ay yo Sero you better own me with y'all spicy enchiladas for tomorrow lunch” y/n said quickly finishing up her food, while bakugo on the other side finishing the food with her.



“Bet”

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Ding



Ding



Ding !




What the hell??


You rubbed your eyes as you reach over your phone right by your bed to see who might be texting at this time. Your squint your eyes from the brightness from your phone screen and look at the time to see it’s 1:24 a.m. in the morning. Your grumble words under your breath to see 20 notifications from your boyfriend Katsuki right in front of your screen . You raised your eyebrows wondering why he texting you at this late night.



You suck your teeth before tapping on iMessage icon.



iPhone Message: BakuLuv❤️☺️


20 Messages above….



Me: Yoo what u want?!



BakuLuv❤️☺️: finally u answer!!


BakuLuv❤️☺️: i cant sleep🖕🏻👉🏻👈🏻



Me: isn’t pass your bedtime?



BakuLuv❤️☺️: I KNOW IDIOT IDKY BUT I CANT SLEEP ALL THE SUDDEN!!💢



Me: well I can, good night 😘



BakuLuv❤️☺️: DUMBASS



Me: My nigga 😑



BakuLuv❤️☺️: My teddy bear 🧸




Damn it….


Me: Aight you got me, you got me now wat u want??😩😑




BakuLuv❤️☺️: idk district or something!!




You sighed before looking away from your phone thinking a way to make this boy fall asleep.


Nudes?


Nah


Sexting?


Nah


Call him?


Nah not with this morning voice I think the fuck not!.


Games?



Maybe but what game tho??. You took a moment of thought to close your eyes when a message pop up in your notifications.


IphoneMessages:BakuLuv❤️🤬



BakuLuv❤️🤬: Bae??


BakuLuv❤️🤬: Ay Asshole your alive??


BakuLuv❤️🤬: BABBBBBYYYY IM TIRED MAKE MEE SLEEP!!😴👈🏻💢




Oof it popped in your head, you came back to messages tapping quickly as possiable before ge changes his mine..



Me: wanna play roblox?


𒊹︎ 𒊹︎ 𒊹︎



BakuLuv❤️🤬: hell no im not playing that trash ass game!!



Me: Cmon now!



Bakuluv❤️🤬: last time we play that game, i literally gotten ban for 3 days



Me: yea but….. u were cursing out a little gurl.




BakuLuv❤️🤬: SHE SAID MY AVATAR LOOK LIKE TRUMP SON!!!



Me: yea i cant blame u there..



BakuLuv❤️🤬: u see




Me: but it will be a different game this time i rlly wanna play piggy.




BakuLuv❤️🤬: piggy?



Me: one of the trending games n roblox now cmon now lets play 😩.



Im tired its about to be 2 a.m. Soon..



BakuLuv❤️🤬: hmm



Me: yes! Aight join meh



𒊹︎𒊹︎𒊹︎𒊹︎𒊹︎𒊹︎




You log into the game and tap the game right away on your laptop. You were in the waiting area watching some of the players do there thing finding keys blah blah.


You waited for bakugou when you see your phone viberate right next to your lap. You picked it up and see bakuLuv calling you in video chat. You tap on it and see bakugo leaning on his bed head with a black tank top with a lap top sitting on his lap, it was the perfect view.



Video Call w/ BakuLuv❤️🤬-




“Hi”



“Hey” you laughed when you realized about your voice when you clear your throat before speaking again.



“Wassgood” you try again. This time with your normal voice.



“Nothing anyways what was the game?” he asked turning his head towards you. Your breath stop before blinking your eyes repeatedly.

‘Damn’ you thought as you gaze over Katsuki, his hair is in different places and his muscles is showing.



“P-piggy” you stutter as Bakugou nodded his head and tap his fingers along the keyboards.



“Hurry up though the game is about to sta-”



“Already in” he interrupted up you. You raised your eyes brows when you look at the chat box when it’s says 'Your friend Katsuki_BMurder had enter your game’



“Alright then let get started!” You said as a new round begins.


𒊹︎𒊹︎𒊹︎𒊹︎𒊹︎𒊹︎𒊹︎𒊹︎𒊹︎𒊹︎𒊹︎



“Crap where is that damn Key!!!” Katsuki yelled as y/n and him run around the game looking for the last key to escape the rest of the players had died and were capture from Peppa pig so you and katsuki were the last players.


“we gotta get outta here before we get capture!” you exclaim, bakugou huffed before glancing at you.



“dont you think we tried that, that pig is to damn good” he growled as he finger tap hard agaisnt the keyboard. Poor keyboard.



This our 10th time playing this game and had been getting intense as ever.



Me and Bakugou continue to look around for the key when the players starts yelling in the chat box. You furrowed your eyebrows when you see a tall figure pink figure you widened your eyes when you yelled over the phone.



“Bakugo Watch out” you yelled but lower your voice when you realized your in dorms for the night.




“What!?..”




“Crap ” was the last thing he said as the big the figure piggy whack bakugo with there bat.




WHACK!



“Nooooooooooooo” you whispered fake drying your tears.



“Damn it that damn pig!” Bakugou Yelled as he slam his laptop shut.



“Damn Bakugou” y/n laughed


“Yea Yeah I know where that damn key is” Bakugou said when you continue running some where far from piggy. You found a spot to stayed there to listen what he have to say.



“Where?”



“Go downstairs to see that brown table and go back upstairs near by the bunny and go by that train to unlock.. got it?” He explains.



“Yessirr” i smiled before using my keyboard and lead my avatar inside the building. I look my surroundings before going to action. I stare at the screen intensely before making a run and to down stairs where bakugo told me.



I made turn left, right, left close to stairs when I see piggy standing by the table holding bat with her right arm.



“Piggy…-_-” I glare.


“What is it now?"he ask.



"Piggy Camping the god damn key!” You growled, gritting your teeth. When you hear a bakugo in the background.




“Tch, Just go for the run! You can do it Bae, I know you can!” He courage you as look up at the chat box when you see the players text:



'You can do it!’



'Go girl’

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mirror selfie with boyfie toru? mirror selfie with boyfie toru.

i wish i had the stamina to finish shading this but i am sick and exhausted so this will have to do for today

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Pt 2

Can’t belive i had to make a new post for this bby price of fic


Out in daylight my potential


Suddenly your outfit made a little more sense was all you could think as the cold grabbed your left hand. “Will you marry us?” The words, spoken in unison, was something almost as if sent from heaven.


“I hope, with time, you can come to love me too.” Ochaco started as they should the band onto your finger as you looked at them dazed.


Bold, precise, experimental

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Im making this gender neutral cause I feel like I did pretty damn good here. And it had a bit of a fairytale ending but I couldn’t figure how else to tie it up prettily

Also tried of tumbler adding gaps to ask the persons when i copy and paste from docs to here so y'all just gonna have to deal this fic is way too damn long for me to fix it like i normally do

Also i went over the aparent limit so just look for the words “pt2” in green for the extension

Letting go is one of the hardest things one can do. But understanding why you had to let go is harder.



You and Izuku knew each other for the longest time. Hell you were the one that lifted him back up when Bakugou knocked him down. So why…. Why after all that were you not good enough?



He never said you weren’t, he’d never do that. But the worthlessness you felt as you watched her hand him a love letter. You thought, he won’t accept, afterall she’s one of the many girls and guys that had confessed since the beginning of U.A. Hell you were surprised Ochaco even had the guts to confess.



But the small blush and smile that overcame his face as he finished reading the letter, was one you’ve never seen before. In that moment you wished you’d decline coming with him for support.



The sick feeling in your stomach grew larger as they hugged each other tightly. That sickness translated into a smile when he looked back at you.



From then on, your sunny disposition was a fabrication of what once was. You didn’t hate her, you even saw the appeal, having the slightest crush on her as well. You just hated that he chose her. Was the years of companionship worthless?



As the two grew closer, you grew farther and buried yourself in training and school work. Days went by, months, and by the time graduation came, you were all 3rd years.  You and Deku had become nothing more than aquaintences.



The others tried to stop your descent into isolation, Including you in everything they did, ut it wasn’t the same.



“Hey Y/n.” You wiped your sweat with the towel around your neck. You’d been at it for most of the day and had shed most of your clothes. Izuku was dressed casual for once and looked gorgeous in the setting sun.



“Yes Midoriya?” Ouch. When did you start calling him that? You couldn’t quite remember. Deku looked over the trees, green hair blowing with fall wind. “You know we haven’t hung out in a while.” You took a drink of water as you sat on a fallen log. “Oh really?" 



That came out harsher than needed and you both knew it. "Since we are graduating tomorrow, I was wondering if you would join us for once as a last farewell. 



You didn’t miss the undertone in the last comment. Deku watched in silence as you put your tank top back on. "I don’t think I can make it.”



Izuku’s fists clenched as he glared at the floor. “Why?” You eyed his fists,“I have other things to do.” Deku scoffed, “Give me a break, school is over what more do you have to do?!” “More important stuff than partying.”



There was a change in the air and at the last minute, you jumped back as Deku’s foot slammed down in the floor causing a sizable crater. “Stop lying Y/N! What could you possibly have to do that’s more important than hanging out with your friends?! Don’t you understand that this is the last time we’ll have this much free time to see each other!?”



A small smirk crawled onto your face. ‘Still a crybaby huh?'  tears trailed down Deku’s face as he looked at you, “We haven’t talked in years y/n.” You would not break, this was for the best, you would not fall back into this cycle. “We talked this morning.” “Hello is not a conversation y/n”



“What do you want me to do then Izuku?" 



Nothing, just like you expected. "Listen Deku, Sometimes, people grow apart and…” You have to take a deep breath, cause if you don’t you’d break all over again. “Sometimes we just have to accept it." 



Izuku says nothing more and leaves, heartheavy. During the party,  Izuku spent his time with Uraraka, both day-dreaming about their future, though Izuku wasn’t as engaged as he usually was. You sat alone in the common room, looking down at the feastivities below. Mr. Aizawa was the only one who noticed.



As a pro hero you stayed in a moderate range in regards to popularity. About the same level that Mt. Lady and Kamui Woods used to be. 



Watching Bakugou and Midoriya’s ranking teeter back and forth like hot potato was amusing as the fiery blond would call you to complain since he knew you would simply listen.



Your love life was non-existent besides the occasional fling with a cute chick at a bar or a himbo™ at the local gym. You weren’t looking for anything sold anyways and that was not only due to your hero work, but because no one peaks your interests.



The gang of course flocked together in regards to their love lives. Kaminari and Jiro were finally a thing. Momo and Todoroki were dropping hints to each other but they are both a bunch of oblivious bimbos and that is not going to change anytime soon. 



Tsu and surprisingly Mineta prefered the bachelor life and worked hard on building their teams. You were greatly surprised when Mineta asked you to come to his house and genuinely asked your opinion on trainees. 



Unlike the rest, Mina, Kirishima and Bakugou, were trying to figure out the ins and outs of a poly relationship. Bakgou of course being the word if reason as the other two goofed around.



 All was in its place as you all conformed to your new adult lives. You had no faint clue where the other boys were besides Kouji’s and Satou’s engagement.




It was a Thursday evening when you walked into your condo, shuffling through your mail until a white envelope with gold trimming for your attention. 



You are invited….



Of course how could you forget Deku and Uraraka. When was the last time you saw those two? Most likely the last day of school. How the hell did they get your address?



You tossed the envelope on the couch and walked to your kitchen to get a bottle of wine. You spent that evening drinking the petty thoughts away, altering between cursing Ochako, to reminiscing on how they were truly a match made in heaven.



By 4 in the evening, you were beyond tipsy and could barely stand to answer the door when the bell rung. 



"Whatdoya want Midoriya?” You said, leaning a little too far to the left. Deku looked at you with concerned eyes. “Are you drunk y/n?” Your roll your eyes and turn around, walking back into your home. “What does it look like?" 



You slump on the couch as Deku walks throughout your home. He was alot bigger  than you remembered. His curly green hair was almost touching your ceiling as he looked at your disheveled body.



"I’m just here to make sure you got my invitation.” You tug the envelope from where it fell between the cushion and wavs it in front of your face. Izuku acknowledged it as he sat down, “Well are you coming?”



You shrugged your shoulders as you reach for your glass. Izuku tried to take it away and you smack his hand. Even though you could taste the unresolved tension, you wanted to make things a bit lighter. “I don’t know deku, what’s the theme? If it’s green then I can’t come, you know that clashes with my complexion.”



He doesn’t laugh, not even a smile. Oh well not your problem. The bottle is empty much to your disappointment as you held the opening over your mouth. Deku sits there, fists on his knees as he makes a conflicted face. “How many bottles have you drunk?”



You slap his back, slightly impressed that his solid form didn’t move. “Oh calm down worry wort!” A lazy grin comes over your face and a teasing tone slips into your voice. “I’m not an alcoholic…mmm, yet.”



You both sat in silence, Deku swirling in his own emotions for  seeing you this way. You looked completely fine on the surface but he knew you better. They all knew you better. Bakugou’s weekly gossip visits were nothing more than a check on your personal health.  Even Mineta had to pitch in.



“Hey Deku?” You looked off into thin air as you spoke but Izuku hung off your every word. 



“Can you kiss me?”



Deku didn’t mean to stand up the way he did. You didn’t react, you expected it if anything. “Y/n, you know I can’t do that. Why would you even ask!?” You rubbed your eyes to rid yourself of the smallest threat of tears. You weren’t an emotional drunk and you weren’t going to start being one now.



“Mm just thought that if you did, maybe I could get over this fuzzy feeling in ma'chest.” Deku blushed, from what you. didn’t know, but you did notice how he sat back next to you, closer than before. “If I do…..will you come?”



I was going to come either way idiot



“I’ll think about it.”



Your lidded eyes picked up on the smallest movements and you shivered as Izuku held your chin between his fingers. The kiss was gentle and nothing more than a simple press. You would have been fine with that, that’s all you wanted. What you weren’t expecting was for Deku to continue.



You could feel your chest flair with the familiar discomfort of things being out of your control. His rough hands came home to your face as he deepened the kiss. You couldn’t help but let out a small whimper as his tongue swiped against your bottom lip and he took that chance to delve deeper.



No



You pushed him away and stood. You both looked at each other, darkened eyes and veins fluttering with adrenaline. “Why?” you whispered, voice betraying you as it cracked. Izuku held his fist over his heart where you pushed him. “I..I did what you asked.” You shook your head.



No, no this is wrong



Izuku stands up and tries to console you. The words that left his lips unrecognizable.



It’s over isn’t it?



“Y/n calm down please and let’s talk.” You put your hands over your ears. “You’re so selfish.” You wheezed. Why was the room getting darker?



It’s over isn’t it?



Strong hands grip your arms and you scrape them off. “Get out.”



You won and he chose you



As a last resort, Deku tries to miss you again, holding you close back your lower back, even daring to nibble your lips as he pulls away. “Y/n can you please focus!?” Why was he making it worse? You are not a home wrecker!!



And he loves you so he’s gone



Izuku helplessly watched you fall into your own thoughts as you gripped the wall so hard your knuckles turned white. 



It’s over isn’t it?



You blindly stumble into your room and close the door, falling against it.



Why can’t I move on?



Izuku tested his forehead against the door, trying to listen for any sign of life, even a heart beat. On the other side you fall into a dreamless sleep.



War and Glory



It rained on their wedding day. And in the worst way possible or made the ceremony even more beautiful as light drops of water tangled itself in Uraraka’s veil. 



The pictures were to die for and so was the food. “Y/n come on, take a picture with me!” You sip some champagne and prepare yourself for your sin  free facade as you walk over to the new bride.



Her dress was gorgeous yet modest, one would confuse this gathering for a party since you were forced to wear white  with her and Deku despite you explaining  how weddings worked.



You kneeled to adjust to her height as she held the camera the highest she could. “You want me to do it?"  You took the phone and held it above you. Ochaco pouted as you dwarfed her and gripped her small hands on the front of your clothes.



She smelt of strawberry’s and soap. 



Reinvention



Before you could pull away, she tugged your down as she came to whisper in your ear. "I know.” She pulled away with the same small smile she wore since the day began. Your face mirrored one of fright and she quickly noticed.



She raised her hands in surrender as she tried to calm you down. “Hey what’s that face for, it’s fin-” you flinched as she reached out to touch you. Backing up, you ran into Deku who quickly held onto you to prevent you from falling.



You do your best to calmly untangle yourself from him, but subsequently jumping away as if you were on fire. The newly weds shared a look and you shivered as they both narrowed their eyes at you. Focused the same way they were when on a mission.



Fusion



Walking through the crowd of fans and distant family was no hard feat as you headed to the hotel the wedding was taking place behind. The two followed you and you tried your damnedest not to simply run.



You had almost made it out conservation free but Deku’s hand quickly slapped on the side of the door before you could close it and he forced his way in as a limping Ochaco followed behind. “Come on Y/N, these heels are uncomfortable!" 



You could feel tears falling down your face as you backed away from the two. It wasn’t out of fear, but shame. Shame that you had feelings for your friend. Shame that you kissed a taken and engaged man. Shame that his  wife knew.

"Y/n calm down it’s fine, I don’t mind!” You looked at her with confusion and bristled as Deku came closer. “I told her the day after it happened.” You focus on Ochaco, preparing yourself for any physical attacks the small woman might deem necessary. “I’m sorry Ochaco, I-I didn’t mean for it t-to happen.”



Anger at the memory filled your brain and you almost didn’t notice small hands taking hold of yours.



Her attention



“It’s okay Y/N.” Ochaco smiled warmly at you, bringing your hands to her lips as she kissed them gently. “I don’t mind, infact this was the goal for a long time.” You look at Deku for some coherent conversation, “What is she talking about.”



Izuku blushed, “We’ve been trying to get your attention since highschool. We knew how you felt and didn’t mind you joining us like Kachan, Kiri, and Mina.” A steely gaze with the power of Aizawa’s death glare, casted over Izuku’s face, “But you kept running.”



Ochaco waved her hands to divert the sudden hostile energy. “Anyways, we were planning on announcing it at the flower toss.” Ochaco reached into her bussom and pulled out a small jewelry case. Inside it held a silver ring, strikingly similar to the one she now wore on her left hand.



“I know we really haven’t got to get to know each other that well. And I know your feelings don’t lie for me but, if you would like…” Deku gingerly plucked the ring from Uraraka’s hands and the both lowered to their knees. (Ochaco with more effort as the fluff of her dress almost tipped her over)

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Not y'all letting Wattpad readers shit on you by making all the requests. I’m not scary i promise just tell me what you want

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