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Day 2: The demon, Kacchan

Demon/incubus Bakugou x Human AFAB Reader

You knew you should have never listened to Denki when he suggested going to that frat party. Now you were being sacrificed to a demon they all call, Kacchan. 5,9k (NSFW Warning.)

Note: Degradation, Kacchan being rude. Reader and Denki get drugged. Demons. Reader gets called a princess like once. Hinted Kiribaku. Denki makes a joke about reader's parents relationship in one line. (cries in unhappy marriage child)

“This is all your fault Denki.” You scolded your vivid blond best friend as you were both currently sitting at the back of a van, blind folded and tied up.

“Me! How is this my fault?” He asked confused and if you could see him, you would have noticed that his eyebrows were furrowed. He was somewhere near you. You weren’t sure where but all you cared about was the fact that he could hear you, therefore you could shout at him for putting you in this situation.

You wiggled in your restraints trying to get closer to him. You growled out at him in anger. “How is it your fault!? You took me to this party that I wanted no part in!” You shouted at him.

It was true. You wanted to stay home and spend the rest of your night watching your favourite show and stuffing your face in food and drinking enough energy drinks to probably keep you awake till next week. You could have been having a splendid time if your overexcited best friend hadn’t practically forced you out in your pajamas to a frat party that wasn’t even that great. He had forced you to change in the car as you drove there.

You both arrived at the party, him excited of course and probably high on the smell of smoke in the air. You weren’t exactly anti-parties, but you had gone out with Denki enough times that week to know that you just wanted to be at home. At first, you stuck to Denki as he made his way through the party. You smiled and greeted everyone you knew, made conversation, you tried to at least enjoy yourself while you were there. You had a drink or two, nothing bad. You watched Denki get absolutely schooled in beer pong. Everything was actually going well.

Until the world started getting hazy and you found yourself being pushed into a van with your best friend already drunk off his axis. Which is how you got here. Shouting your lungs off at him at the back of the van as you tried to thrash around, hopefully hitting him in your actions. If you were going to brutally murdered in the forest for some sick pyschopaths at least you wanted Denki to know it was his fault.

“My mother always warned me about you!” You shouted at him. “She told me you were a bad influence, and she was right!”

“WELL SHE WASN’T RIGHT ABOUT HER HUSBAND NOW WAS SHE!” Denki shouted. “Besides, where would you be without me?”

“Having straight good grades and a sleep schedule!”

“Who needs those things?”

“We do, Denki!”

“WHY DON’T YOU BOTH SHUT THE FUCK UP!” Someone shouted from the front of the van, clearly annoyed with the both of you talking and bickering like little pre-schoolers. You heard the same guy. The purple haired, tired man shook his head as he tried to focus on the dark road. “Jeez, I wish I could just go home and sleep.” He grumbled as he rubbed his eyes, keeping one hand on the steering wheel. “Is Midoriya already there?” He asked the person sitting in the passenger seat.

She nodded with a hum. “Yep.” She tapped at her phone, making sure that everything would be ready once they got there. “Him and Todoroki said they already have everything set up, Shinso.” The woman turned to him, her dark grey eyes on him as they soon came to a stop to the road. “All that’s left to do is take them there and the ritual can begin.” She told him, opening the door as the van came to a stop itself.

Shinso groaned as he undid his seatbelt. “It better, Momo. I don’t see why we had to grab the two noisiest people on this planet.” He grumbled.

“Something I asked myself when I fucked your parents.” You shot back at him.

“WOOOOOO!” Denki shouted, cheering you on. “BURN!” He shouted.

You both chuckled at the joke at the purple haired man, who slammed the door in annoyance. Him and Momo walked to the back, opening the doors to the van to grab the both of you. It was dark in the forest. Almost pitch black, other than the glowing moon and bright night sky. Shinso pulled Denki out of the van first before pulling you. Momo pulled your blindfolds off but just moved them to your mouths to shut the both of you up. Your eyebrows furrowed as you mumbled out to her in anger at being kidnapped. Of course, Denki joined you before realising how attractive the both of them were. He wiggled his eyebrows at Shinso who only gave him an annoyed look.

“Move!” He shoved your vivid blond best friend forward.

You looked around as the two of you were forced to walk alongside them up what seemed to be a forest path. It was dark out, still night, but you weren’t sure of the time. You were drugged when you were grabbed at the party, so you really didn’t have much of a concept of time. Your eyebrows furrowed as you tried to understand what they wanted with the both of you. Judging by their words, they were probably part of a cult.

Your suspicions were confirmed when you were both pushed into a clearing in the middle of the dense dark woods. Surrounding a circle with candles at certain points were men and women dressed in cloaks. Most of them wore vivid orange cloaks while a specific one of them wore a black one that had an orange rope tied around his waist instead. They all had some sort of black make up on their face drawn as a sort of mask across their eyes.

You and Denki shared a glance.

Definitely a cult.

“Midoriya!” Shinso called as he walked over towards the circle. Turning around in the black cloak was a man with green curly hair and vivid green eyes with freckles all over his face that disappeared down his neck. He was cute, even with the make-up and the whole cult thing. It always had to be the attractive ones that were batshit crazy. He looked at the both of you for a moment, before his face split into one of sort of excitement. “We brought them.” Shinso continued.

The man named Midoriya smiled broadly as he clapped his hands. “Amazing. Thank you, brother Shinso.” He thanked as he went around the circle to head towards you and Denki.

You looked around the circle, looking at all the other people. There was a man with dark blue hair and sharp ticked eyebrows. Another man had hair split in the middle of red and white, who looked rather stoic. There was a pink cheeked woman who followed Midoriya, she had shot brown hair, with a small pony at the back of her head. Lastly there was another green haired woman with big wide eyes and a cute smile. Why did they all look like such nice ordinary people. It made it exceedingly hard to hate them. But then again, you were just waiting for the whole “going to be sacrificed” thing to kick in.

Midoriya stood before you and Denki with a soft smile. “Welcome, now I know you have many questions but those aren’t important right now.” Denki’s face scrunched up in confusion at Midoriya’s words. “What is important is this process that you are about to be part of.” He told you almost as if it was a wonderful thing. You looked at this guy as if he was crazy. Mostly because he was. Midoriya looked between you and Denki before deciding on settling on you. He placed a hand on your shoulder and smiled. “Don’t worry, I’m sure he’ll like you.” Midoriya grabbed you and started pulling you to where he was previously standing.

You tried screaming to Denki as you tried to fight out of Midoriya’s hold which was surprisingly strong for how he looked. Denki’s eyes widened as he tried shouting your name through the muffled cloth but he was kept back by Momo and Shinso. You tried fighting your way to your best friend, but it wasn’t working. You were forced against your will to your knees by the head of the circle in front of Midoriya.

Midoriya looked up at the sky, keeping his hands on you. He cleared his throat before looking to the man with dark blue hair. He nodded his head. “Iida, would you mind.”

Iida shook his head as he cleared his throat. He opened up a book with an image of what looked like an explosion imprinted on the leather cover. He started saying some words in a language you didn’t understand. That’s when you noticed that the black sand they had used to draw the circle was starting to glow a sort of neon orange. In the circle was what looked like the exact same symbol on the book but much larger of course. All of them started humming and it was then that you felt as though you were truly about to die. You looked around at all of them, hoping someone, anyone would do something. You looked to Denki with scared eyes. Denki was still shouting his throat raw as he tried fighting against Shinso and Momo to get to you. He wasn’t exactly what nonsense was going on but he sure wasn’t going to stand for it.

However, nothing prepared you for when you notice that in the middle of the circle, there was sparking of almost something igniting. Your eyebrows furrowed at the sight of it. Then suddenly a huge explosion went off, hot air blowing in your face as you leaned back slightly. It caused you to close your eyes at how bright it was, and if your hands weren’t bound behind your back, you would have covered your ears too.

“WHO FUCKING DARES TO DISRUPT ME!” A loud voice went out in the area as the fire didn’t stop. You looked up at the pillar of the flames. Soon the flames grew lower but they didn’t cease completely. Floating above the ground with a scowl on his face was what you could only call a demon. He had ash blond hair that looked rather spikey. His eyes glowed a vivid bright orange light as he barred his teeth with sharp canines at you. He had black bull like horns on his head but otherwise looked mostly like a man. His hands from the elbows down seemed to fade into black and looked more like claws than anything. A black demon tail swung behind him as he growled down at all of you.

All the many different cult people went to their knees and bowed at the being in front of you.

Midoriya was the only kept standing as he reached a hand up forward. “Oh your regency and amazing Kacchan.” He said to the being.

The demon, Kacchan’s, face fell in almost annoyance. His eyes stopped glowing as he fell down to the ground. That’s when you saw that truly his eyes were of the richest blood red that you had ever seen in your life. Sleeked half lidded eyes with eyelashes that made him look like a modal. “Oh its Deku and his fucking fan club.” He said almost like it was a continuous occurrence that he had gone through. He rolled his eyes. “What do you want, fucking nerd?” He asked as he put a hand to his thin waist. He picked at his teeth as he waited for a response.

“Oh great Kacchan,” Kacchan rolled his eyes. “We sacrifice and offer up this mortal being,” Midoriya pushed you into the circle, making the fire around it grow at the presence of a new organic being that was there. You looked up at the demon, Kacchan with wide eyes. He looked up at you without a particular emotion other than a raised eyebrow. “in exchange for Eijiro Kirishima back.” That caught the demon’s attention. “We kinda...” Midoriya scratched the back of his head with a chuckle. “We need him to win the basketball game against our rivals, B-Team.” He let out in embarrassment.

The blond folded his arms over his chest with an annoyed look. “Now what if I don’t want to give back the redhead? Then what?” He asked with a raised eyebrow. Midoriya opened his mouth but then had a rather blank expression on his face. Kacchan tilted his head to the side with a glare. “You didn’t think about that, now did you, stupid nerd?” He asked. Midoriya chuckled in embarrassment as he looked down away from the scrutinizing gaze of the blond.

The demon rolled his eyes. “Fucking idiots.” He grumbled under his breath as he walked over to you. “Oi! You.” He bent down and ripped the gag out of your mouth. He looked down at you with a frown. “What’s your name?”

You just blinked up at him for a moment. “Y/N.”

“Well, you’re mine now, sweet thing.” He pointed towards himself. You scrunched up your face as you looked him up and down. He wasn’t exactly ugly. He was really attractive, actually. He just seemed like he frowned more than he smiled. That was real unfortunate. Your eyes judged his appearance for a moment, judging his all-black fashion. Kacchan’s eyebrows furrowed as he looked down at you with a scowl. “Hey! Don’t look at me like that! What the fuck are you looking at?”

“You.”

“Of course, you’re looking at me dipshit!”

“Then why did you ask?”

“YOU WERE LOOKING AT ME LIKE I WAS A FUCKI-”

“Stop shouting, I’m right here. There’s no need to shout, dickwad.” You told him.

Kacchan seethed in rage as he balled his hands into fists. He sighed as he closed his eyes for a moment. He clenched his jaw as he tried to control his anger. “You were looking at me like I was a fucking piece of pie. Now stop it.”

You just stared up at him blankly. Kacchan sighed in defeat. “What’s your name?” You asked him.

Kacchan opened his mouth to answer. “Kacchan!” Midoriya answered for him chirpy.

Kacchan turned to the green haired man with anger in his eyes. “No one was talking to you, you damn nerd!” He shouted at him. He turned back to look down at you. “My name is Bakugou Katsuki.” He answered your question. “Now lets go.” He pulled you up to your feet easily by the scruff of your neck.

“Where are we going?”

“To my dimension.” He answered you as he turned his back to Midoriya and drew a line with his hand down the centre of the circle. Instantly an orange portal appeared.

“But I have a lecture in the morning.” You told him honestly.

Bakugou looked down at you. He frowned. “Shame. You won’t need fucking classes where we’re going.” He told you.

“But I want to go to my class. I’m doing good in that one.”

Bakugou groaned as he looked up at the starry sky. He looked at you with a scowl. “Why do you talk so much?” He glared down at you. He reached a hand through the portal, seemingly grabbing something. Suddenly, he pulled something out of the portal. Someone, actually. Stumbling out of the portal dressed in shorts and was otherwise bare to the cool air was a giant redhead with long thick red hair. He looked around with wide ruby eyes in surprise. He was giant and packed with muscles. Clearly very athletic and fit. “Oi! Eijiro.” Bakugou spoke. That caught the redhead’s attention as he turned to the blond. “Go win the game and I expect you back by next week.” He instructed the redhead.

The redhead’s face fell at that. “Awww, what?” He asked almost angry at that. “I don’t want to go.” He whined with a frown. The blond however just looked at him unimpressed. That just made the redhead sigh with a slumped expression. “Fine.” He let out with a pout. He then caught sight of you being held up by Bakugou. That’s when it clicked. That was one of your star basketball players that people say often just disappeared but was always miraculously there for games. Kirishima Eijiro. He winked down at you with a supportive smile. “Don’t worry. Katsuki is fun. Though I do hope you have high stamina, you’ll need it with that guy.” He motioned to Bakugou who only growled at his words. Kirishima chuckled putting his hands up in surrender. “Calm down Kitty Kat. I’ll see you soon. Don’t miss my dick too much.” He let out with an air kiss and a wink before turning around to leave the circle. He perked up. “Oh! Hey Izuku.” He let out happily.

Bakugou rolled his eyes before throwing you through the portal without a second thought.

You landed on marbled floors with a thud. “Ow.” You let out as you slowly sat up, off the ground. You then noticed that it was seriously bright wherever you were. You opened your eyes as you looked around. It was then that you noticed that it was suddenly daytime. You carefully pushed yourself off the ground to stand up.

Your eyes widened when you realised you weren’t in the forest anymore. You were currently staring out into the sea. The endless deep blue ocean with the cool air hitting your face. It was beautiful with sand the same colour as Bakugou’s hair and palm trees. You were standing in what looked to be a sort of white marbled building of sorts. There wasn’t any glass to stop the fresh air from hitting you and the sound of the waves from reaching your ears. The starry sky reflected down on the ocean surface almost in a beautiful mirage of an endless pool of stars.

“Like the view?” You turned around to find Bakugou standing there with his hands in his pockets. The portal gone as he stood where it once was. You didn’t answer him as you looked around. That’s when you noticed that it all looked like some huge stone villa. Bakugou hummed as he too looked around. “Not what you expected.” You shook your head as an answer. Bakugou frowned at your lack of verbal responses. “Now come on, you were all yappy just a few moments ago, now you want to be quiet?”

You folded your arms and looked away from him with your nose turned up. “What happened to me talking too much?” You asked him with a huff.

Bakugou looked at you in disbelief. “Oh come on.” You kept your composure as you looked away from him, turning your attention away from him. You walked away trying to look around the place. It seemed like something straight out of a heritage site yet new and uncracked. You walked towards the wide open space, looking around the area. To one side, up some steps was a round bed with lace hanging from the ceiling around it. Around the place were beautiful lanterns with intricate patterns that lit the place up with dim lighting. Enough to see but it really wasn’t necessary with how bright the stars and the moon were. With your eyes wide, you walked towards the bed. “Oi! Don’t ignore me!” Bakugou huffed as he folded his arms over his chest with a frown as you kept snooping around his place.

You soon realised that the whole place was on an island. A rather small island, if you thought about it. You wondered if he was the only one on this little island. It seemed so, as you didn’t see much traces of anyone else other than him. You walked around trying to snoop around his place in inspection.

“Hey! I-” Bakugou realised that just shouting at you wouldn’t work. You didn’t seem to listen to a word he was saying. He sighed as he stayed where he was standing close to his bed. He closed his eyes and brought his head down. “Can you please listen to me. I’m sorry for saying you talk too much.” He apologised, rather painfully if he were to be honest. He opened his eyes and noticed that you finally took interest in him again. Your eyes looked to him again as you tilted your head at him in wonder. Your eyes then glared at him for a moment, almost checking if he was being genuine. Bakugou didn’t move, waiting to see what you would do. Deciding that you were okay with him again, you waddled over to him. Bakugou smiled. “Great. Now here are some ground rules...” He started a bit more seriously. “Don’t go to the water by yourself. Do not break anything. Don’t use any of my magical items. Don’-”

“Are you the only one who lives here?”

Bakugou stopped talking as he looked down at you in surprise as you looked up at him inquisitively. He frowned at your question. “Yes. Now a-”

“Isn’t that lonely?” You looked around at his room. “Where is your family and friends?” You asked him confused.

“I don’t know, my old hag and my pops are somewhere off on holiday and my friends are in their own dimensions.” He waved his hand to the side as if it didn’t matter. “Anyway, don’t-”

“Sounds really lonely. I’m sorry about that.” You tell him with a concerned look. Bakugou sort of just gave up trying to talk to you as he saw it a waste of his time. Not if you would just interrupt him at every interval. He sighed as he just slumped, putting a hand over his eyes at the fact that he couldn’t even talk to you without you interrupting him. You tilted your head in confusion at his exasperation. You looked around again. “So do you have any food? I’m kinda hungry. Getting drugged does that to you.”

“I don’t eat food.” He told you honestly. He folded his arms over his broad and thick chest. He was dressed in a black tank top and low hanging black cargo pants that suited his whole aesthetic if you were honest. You also noticed that he had a really small waist.

You scrunched up your face at him. “Then how do you eat?”

“I’m an incubus.” He revealed to you. Your eyebrows shot up in surprise. At least it made sense how he was so damn sexy. He was made to look that way to seduce you into bed with him. “The more I have sex, the more sustained I am, in powers, appearance and health.” He explained to you. The blond thought for a moment as he took a few steps back. He thought about your original request. You were hungry. He couldn’t blame you. He knew what Midoriya and his crazy group of followers did to those they kidnapped. They drugged you and just threw you in the back of a van. He found it rather amusing, if he were honest, but he also knew that they were crazy so it wasn’t that much of a surprise. Bakugou hummed. “I could... get you food...” He said with an optimistic tone. Your expression brightened up. “But it would come with a price.” Your face fell and his only turned brighter.

He placed his hands in his pockets, his low hanging pants revealed his sex lines to you, deep and cut out. He had a devious smirk on his face, one that seemed to belong there as he was rather relaxed right now. He turned to not face you. You watched as his tail swished left and right curling behind him.

“You see, Eijiro and I were about to fuck when we were interrupted by the stupid nerd.” He informed you. “So this whole day, I’ve been rather abstinent.”

You raised an eyebrow at him. “You call a day without sex, abstinence?”

He grinned, a full set of sharp teeth over at you. “Is it not, sugar?”

You frowned. You thought about it. Weighing the pros and cons. In exchange for something you had to pleasure him. It wasn’t too much of an ask, considering you would technically be feeding him, and he was hot as well. Besides, if you did this, maybe he could give you anything else you would have wanted. If you thought about it optimistically, he was basically like a sugar daddy. You smiled as you put your hands to your waist. “Alright then.” You said sweetly. “What do you want from me?”

He smirked. He turned to the side and walked over to a cushioned chair. He fell back effortlessly, his legs spread wide as he leaned back into the chair. He placed his hands on his lap as he looked back at you. He motioned down to his crotch that was now steadily starting to become more apparent. “Suck my cock.” He ordered with an almost overbearing smirk.

You raised an eyebrow at the request. You slowly walked right over to him. You looked down at him, your eyes not holding a specific emotion. You carefully grabbed onto his thighs and went onto your knees in front of him. You looked up at him, with wide expectant eyes, as you sat between his spread legs waiting for what he wanted you to do. Well that was new, Bakugou thought. He didn’t expect you to become so pliant so quickly. Was he going to complain?

Fuck no.

Bakugou brought his hand to your head, moving his warm large hand to just underneath your chin. He forced your head up to look at him. Your eyes looking up at him, waiting on his every word. He smirked. He could get used to this view. He admired your features for a moment, enjoying every second of this. “Take it out...” He bent down closer to your face, moving his lips to your ear. “Slut.”

You bit down on your bottom lip, holding back a moan at the degrading term. You reached forward as he straightened up in front of you. You undid his pants and slowly reached in to take his cock out. While you took out the his hot cock out of his pants, you admire his abdomen and the muscles he had earned for them. Carefully gripping his cock, you took him out, he was already hot an heavy in your hands. His cock was just as beautiful as him. Curved just a bit, in a way that you knew it would hit all the good spots inside you, with a thick head and a prominent vein on the side.

Bakugou watched comfortably as you practically salivated over his cock. He brought his hand to your chin, his fingers pressing your lips together to look up at him. “You said you were hungry, so fucking suck it.”

He let go of you. You nodded your head. You lifted your lips up to his cock. “Yes...sir.” You whispered as you never removed eye contact as you licked up his shaft with little to no hesitation.

Bakugou bit his bottom lip as he watched you lick up his shaft like a ice lolli. You closed your eyes with a quiet moan at the taste of him. He even tasted sexy. Sweet actually. Something like salted caramel but something unique to him. You weren’t sure what it was but it tasted too good to ignore. You brought your mouth up to the head of his cock. You wrapped your mouth around him, sucking on the head of his cock, letting your mouth swirl around the head. Bakugou put his head back as he groaned into the air at the rush of pleasure that went up his body. It was damn relieving to feel your mouth on him like that. He felt so much better as all the pent up feelings inside him slowly started to relax and still.

He nodded his head down to you as he watched you through half lidded lust filled eyes. Your lips were covered in saliva as you slowly sucked his cock. Where your mouth couldn’t reach, you used your hand to pump his cock. Bakugou moaned as he brought a hand to your cheek. He tapped your cheek gently. “Open up wider, I know you can.” He motivated you, which was met with immediate compliance as you widened your mouth and tried to relax your throat to let him in deeper. This caused for him to hit the back of your throat only making Bakugou roll his eyes back with a moan. “Fucking damn it. You’re so perfect. You’re doing so well, sucking my cock like a professional.” He praised you, stroking your cheek.

With his hard length inside your mouth, you only tried your best to give him as much pleasure as you could. You bobbed your head on his cock, letting spit dribble down your face to your chest. You held your breath as well as you could, wanting to please him before even allowing yourself to breathe. Bakugou found it almost admirable. You gasped as your lungs burned. You kept on moving your hands up and down his cock.

“Fuck... fuck, put your mouth back on my cock. I want to cum down your throat.” He told you as he sat up slightly, bringing his hand to the back of your head. Without a second to waste, you dove right back down, relaxing your body and loosening your mouth and throat to make space for his cock. Bakugou immediately began to face fuck you, eyes closed in pleasure as he moaned into the air. The sounds of his pleasure made you clench, your underwear soaked as you allowed him to use your mouth as he saw fit. Tears sprung to your eyes as he harshly slammed his cock into the back of your throat. “Such a good slut. A good fucking princess for sir. You want me to cum down your throat? You want to be a good cocksucker and take everything I fucking give you?” You nodded your head as best you could, much too eager for your own goodness. Bakugou’s grip on you was tight and harsh. You felt him tense up with your hands now on his thighs. He rolled his eyes back as he gasped for a second. “Fuck.” He drawled out in a groan as you felt his release fill your mouth. You quickly swallowed as much as you could, closing your eyes at how overwhelmed you felt. He kept your mouth there for a few more long seconds, not wanting a single drop to escape your mouth.

Suddenly you felt him let go of you. You gasped as you leaned back, your mouth wide open as you were heaving in air into your lungs. Your eyes were closed as your chest moved rapidly. Bakugou leaned back with a satisfied smile on his face. He looked back down at your messy state. Your appearance a mess but it was your spread legs with underwear that stuck to your sex that really caught his attention. He chuckled.

“Fine.” He slipped off the chair, down on his knees as well. “You needy little shit. I’ll take care of you.” He spread your legs and pulled away your underwear to see your glistening lips. “Look at that. Drenching yourself already.” He brought his hand to your face once more, forcing you to look up at him. You looked up at him hazy, your bottom lip out as you were forced to look at him. Bakugou’s red crimson eyes were stuck on you with newfound possession. “I’m glad those fucks sent you to me. I’m such a whore, it’s hard to find someone like me who loves passion just as much. So I might keep you around, babes... who knows what we could get up to.”

“Oh fuck!” You shouted as you felt Bakugou’s cock nudge a spot inside you that had you seeing stars. Your moans were straight out of a porn video and one would have thought of you having gone through a hurricane with how you look. You were bouncing up and down Bakugou’s cock, your hands on his chest bracing yourself as you moved yourself up and down. You could barely breathe more than short shallow gasps as you felt so overwhelmed with his cock, it was hard to actually breathe. Bakugou lay down on his bed, a hand behind his head as he admired you as you cried out to the heavens for him. “Katsuki! Katsuki, right there! You’re cock’s so fucking good.” You let out almost in a sob as tears sprung to your eyes.

Bakugou chuckled as he guided your hips, a hand on your hip this whole time. “That’s it. Such a good cocksleeve. You’re doing so well. Look at you, you aren’t sobbing this time. You’re adapting.” His voice was so condescending and derogatory, yet you couldn’t quite care. You loved the way he would talk to you as if you were nothing but dirt beneath him, there only for his pleasure an yet he would also praise you as if you were a deity worthy of it. Your thighs shook as you clamp down on him. You bit down on your bottom lip hard enough to draw blood. “Come on, baby, cum for me.” He encouraged you as he stroked your sides lazily with a sloppy grin on his face.

“Hey Katsuki, I’m ba-” The words were sucked right out of Kirishima’s mouth as he stepped through the portal. His eyes were wide as he held a packet of caramel popcorn in his hand. His red ruby eyes went wide at the scene in front of him.

You squealed as you gushed all over Bakugou’s cock on top of him. Your sex wrapped tightly around him, trying to milk him for all he could give to you. Bakugou hummed as he watched you once again cum on his cock, collapse on top of him easily at the overstimulation. Your body twitched a bit as you breathed. He shushed you as he stroked your back gently. However, to his surprise, you started moving your hips.

Bakugou let out a loud laugh. “You still want more?” He asked surprised but amused. “My, my sugar. I think you’re after my own heart.” Bakugou turned his crimson gaze over to the frozen redhead with a now very prominent strained cock. He grinned, licking his lips. “Hey big red, I’ve missed you.” He motioned down to you on his chest. “Wanna join?”

Kirishima looked between you and Bakugou. You shakily turned your head to look at him as well. Kirishima took a moment to truly let it all click in his head. Then he was nodding his head furiously. He threw the popcorn to a nearby chair as he started tearing off his clothes immediately. He grinned. “Is that even a question?”

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The Explosive Demon (Demon!Katsuki) (1/3)

This is an alternative universe where demons can be familiar to witches or wizards to assist and, most of all, as protectors. Witches and wizards can create pacts with demons.

Word Count: 1K (1/3)

A/N: Tumblr has a limit on how much you can post. I was forced to put it into three different posts. If you wish to see a singular post about it, here is the link to Ao3.

Preciously: Demon! Izuku Midoriya

Demon Katsuki Bakugou:

He wasn’t the easiest to handle or deal with at all at the beginning. He was one of the few who were summoned in their mid-teens. He had a massive ego and looked down upon his own witch and others.

He wasn’t the nicest, either. He was rather rude.

You questioned your decision every day and debated whether to break the pact and try to get another familiar one rather than a demon one.

Furthermore, he wondered why you, a weak witch, were given to him.

The two of you bumped heads more often than not. You are getting complaints about him. He was also getting a record of using his powers on others and getting into a lot of fights. He would use his sharp claws to swipe at people, demons, and other species of familiars alike. You tried to talk to him, but it felt like talking to a wall.

He bites, scratches, and does everything above.

Yet, you weren’t surprised to find him getting brutally attacked by a demon with more experience than him. The demon was the same age as him but had more experience than him.

You could say he was humbled and wasn’t the same afterward. You could see it hurting his self-esteem.

There was a turning point in the dynamic between the two of you. It also changed his perspective on you. There was an incident where you got critically hurt. He is ashamed to admit it, but he wasn’t taking his job seriously. There will be people who will be stronger than him, especially being this young as a demon.

Even when he could have left you for dead and could have done so with that vow you placed on him, because of the pact, he was completely free as a demon with no connection to you. There wouldn’t be any sort of consequence if he did. He wouldn’t return to hell because of negligence, yet he didn’t.

He rushed you to the closest hospital to get medical care. He stayed beside you once you were allowed to have someone in the room.

He gets chewed out by your parents because he failed his duties as a protector and as a familiar. He kept quiet and took their insults. He was already kicking himself over it.

He gets nightmares about the incident as he sleeps in the same hospital room on an uncomfortable chair. He would glance at the heart monitor to ensure you were still alive and not dead.

During your hospital stay, you were surprised to have found him watching over you like a bodyguard. It reached a point where the medical staff was referring to him as a guard dog who watched carefully what they were doing to you all while you were unconscious and recovering.

“Don’t you dare accept that useless thing as familiar again? He is unfit. That thing will never appreciate the things you have done for him. He is just ungrateful!”

He didn’t stay around when he heard those words come from your parents. They weren’t the only ones who told you to tell you about renewing the pact. Family members to the faculty of the academy, telling you not to accept him again. He already has his golden ticket. He wouldn’t be forced to return to hell and could roam around the moral world without being tied down by a witch. He will be fine.

“You are a disappointment as a demon and familiar. She should have let you rot in hell for your negligence.” A higher-up demon who was in charge of the demons of the academy was insulting him hell and back. He was purposely ripping Bakugou into shreds. That demon knew where to hit and make it hurt.

You were astounded to see him around and sneaking in your favorite snacks for you to eat. You didn’t even know he took note of it since the two of you never truly got along. You weren’t blind to see how much guilt the demon carried on his shoulders. His eyes say it all, along with the clear sign of sleep deprivation. His horns on his head, which used to be healthy and spotless of any flaws, now have scratches and cracks on them.

The clear sign of the demon’s esteem is through their horn conditions.

In the end, he was startled when you asked him if he still wanted to be your familiar, and you didn’t blame him for the incident either. The two of you had a deep conversation. You did most of the talking and let him speak whenever he wanted to.

Nevertheless, he is very grateful that you gave him another chance despite everyone around you telling him not to renew the pact. He doesn’t ever want to see you like that or what you did to protect him again. You broke the pact, and he felt that. It’s just like the demon’s rumors have said about how it feels to be abandoned by their witch. It's a hollow feeling on his chest that wouldn’t go away. It was a terrible feeling to experience.

His attitude toward you has improved since that deep confession. He is treating you with respect as his witch.

You learn how to differentiate the way he acts and talks between real anger and his normal behavior.

Ever since you introduced him to Demon Cafe, which specializes in demon appetite, he has been determined to make better dishes. He claims it lacked any taste. He cooked his food at the dorms and sometimes created something for you to eat since you can’t eat what he eats.

His food caught the attention of other demons who were asking what kind of dish it was from the cafe, only to be surprised to find out he knew how to cook.

He was ready to fight the demon who stole the food that he cooked for himself!

You better believe he did not take any sort of money or anything in exchange for his cooking. It went around that he was a good chef after his food was stolen more than twice.

Even the cafe reached out to him and immediately said no.

The only person he would cook food for is you, his annoying witch. Human food, to be more specific. There was a lot of trial and error since he had never cooked human food before

Continuation: Time Skip (2/3) Final Part (3/3)

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𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔 minors ! kindly do not interact please 𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔

𐂴 pairings: Female-Bodied Reader X Bakugo, Aizawa, Iida, Tokoyami, Deku, Mirio, All Might, Shoto, Kirishima, Tamaki

𐂴 contains: sundress szn, aged-up students, use of quirks, (semi)public unprotected sex, oral (f receiving), fingering, daddy + mommy kink, exhibitionism, degrading w punk ass Bakugo, lotsa pet names, use of puppy with Izuku, choking, orgasm control, Aizawa’s is heavy on mating press + kink, Iida’s overstimulation, pussy spanking, tentacles w tamaki <3, feral men alert 🚨

𐂴 10k~ words total | 10 drabbles | bonus: lazy illustrations

𐂴 crispy ass low quality ass photos smh

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💥 𝐁𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐆𝐎 ~ “OH, IT’S ON, PRINCESS.”

He’ll smile at his girl doing such a dirty, sexy thing in public, and you know what’s coming for you at home. In true Bakugo fashion, he’ll tease you right back, except do it better than you to prove that he’s the best. Karma’s a bitch, but Bakugo is the biggest bitchboy in town.

You try as hard as possible to keep the straightest face you could muster. Katsuki is looking at the cafe menu, sipping his coffee.

“So what do you want?” he grumbles, so he could order for the both of you. It’s go time. Your hand is already under the table, and finds your big thick target immediately, squeezing it firmly through his black pinstripe dress pants. Enemy spotted. His eyes lock on you, and the look in them lets you know that you just signed up for hours of poundtown and crying when you guys get home from your date. He can be so mean, too, stealing your orgasms from you until he decides it’s okay for you to cum. So really you’re signing up to be at his mercy…or lack thereof.

He snorts a little, the corners of his lips turning upwards ever so slightly.

“Really? Heh, that’s a good choice. I was going to go for the club sandwich. And you better not eat all my fries, you dirty little delinquent.” His cock starts to harden in your hand, and your fingers find his cockhead, tracing its prominent outline. You could swear you feel his pulsing veins beneath your fingertips. You keep your hand there, squeezing, then trailing to his balls…then pulling away when he twitches.

As if nothing happened, you reply,“Mm, no worries, I’ll also get the croissant and omelette, I promise to leave some of your fries for you,” you suck at keeping a straight face, as fiery eyes blink incredulously, furiously asking you why the fuck you stopped.

This time you feel his rough hand firmly grabbing your thigh, and yanking it over his big leg. His calloused palm trails right up the skirt of your yellow gingham sundress. What is he doing?

“’Katsu,” you whimper quietly to his sickly smug face. “We can’t do this here.” You both know you don’t believe the words you’re spewing.

Fluffy blonde hair swooshes left and right as he looks around dramatically to prove a point. “Says the fuck who?” his canines flash, a predator knowing there was nowhere for his prey to run. His sharp eyes, sharp teeth, sharp choker, black snakebites, the growl evident in his voice…this menacing boy has you backed into a corner. Heck, his big hand has your thigh trapped right now. He was right. What were you saying? Bakugo Katsuki never followed anyone’s rules, and never will.

You squeak when two hot, large digits rubbed you over your thin little panties. He leans in real close to you, resting a muscled forearm on top of your soft thigh. His hot breath fans against your neck and he whispers huskily in your ear, moaning a little in just the way that make your juices stir, your clit throb,

“Fuck….Y’always signing up for shit you can’t handle, Princess. Trying to put yourself in danger, like Daddy does. But you can’t pull it off, babe, wanna know why? You’re dealing with Dynamight, and don’t you forget it. Just ya wait until we get home. Trying to be a nasty little bitch in heat, you think that’s funny?” You thank the heavens that the table isn’t see through and not too many people are dining where they could see you both being absolutely filthy. You gulp. He pushes your panties aside, rubbing the ungodly amounts of slick you’ve already built up in circles around your clit.

“Little kitty cat gets so wet, huh? Is it cuz you know I could fuck you right on top of this table? I’m the number two hero, I don’t give a fuck. Does that scare you? Me showing everyone what happens to bad girls who can’t be patient and grab their boyfriend’s meat under the fucking table?” He’s babbling, and you can see his cock straining against his pants. If he was dressed in his grey sweatpants, guaranteed you’d see precum leaking through.

The thigh that wasn’t being held on top of his by his other hand, tries to shakily close around his hand but he doesn’t let up. You feel a familiar heat start to pool in your stomach and you silently plead with him to not make you cum in public, in broad daylight. You could tell he has no intentions of stopping. A big, thick finger dips in and changes your mind as it always does, making your brain get consumed with want for him, need to get filled up no matter what. It thrusts into you as his thumb keeps rubbing your clit expertly. You begin to grind stupidly into his hand, chasing your own high. His eyes, they look so hungry for you…

Just as you feel yourself getting close, he pulls away and puts your leg back down to normal as your pussy throbs and you clench around nothing. What the fuck? You glare at him, he sucks his fingers, and he licks the mug like a SLUT before sipping his coffee again.

“What’s’a matter, sweetheart?” His gruff voice feigns ignorance, and before you could reply, the server comes. x

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❤️‍🩹 𝐀𝐈𝐙𝐀𝐖𝐀 𝐒𝐇Ō𝐓𝐀 ~ “So You Have Chosen… Death.”

The UA High School teacher is so disciplined, such a gentleman who knows how to conduct himself maturely. Which is a total contrast to how he is behind closed doors in the bedroom. Oh, he’ll still be a gentleman, but don’t think he’ll hold back on you. He’ll teach you a thing or two about teasing him like a little brat.

You both sit in the private back part of a fancy restaurant for your anniversary dinner. Ever the classy, baked ziti at home, father of your two cats, charcuterie board mf, has taken you to a dark, sophisticated winery by the sea. His alumn who can talk to animals is caring for the fur children back at home. Now you’re sitting in what looks like a speakeasy as you overhear jazz from the main restaurant, the lights dim, and his ebony black hair falls beautifully over his cashmere sweater. An intense set of dark eyes have never looked so intense, and you can barely take it.

You hold the wine 45° and stir it a little, smelling its scent profile before taking a little sip. Berries. Spice. Old earth. Chestnut barrel. And a hint of flora.

“This one’s delicious,” you smile, and you like it because it tastes like love, it tastes how the look in his eyes feel.

“You’re delicious,” his eyes scan over your body in the sleek, velvety emerald dress you surprised him in, and you feel the heat from his smoky deep voice filling your ears and going down your esophagus with the warm wine, and making you flush. You decide to return the favor and be a little cheeky. Perhaps it’s the wine bringing out the boldness in you, or he’s trying to be a siren with his dark eyes and silken tone but you are sinking. And your foot has left its high heel and is floating.

A thin brow quirks as your pedicured foot rubs his firm thigh, then goes up, up, to the apex of his legs and fondles him through his slacks. You’re already hard. He smirks. —How could I not be?—

Teachers. They make for the best students. He’s studying you, the fall and rise of your chest, and can pick up that you’re turned on. And just like that, you both can’t wait for the dinner to be over so you could…

But you both wait. Lots of tension makes for the best of releases. You know from past experience. You continue to have eye sex, like how you did when you both would pine for each other. Years of having a crush on your tailor client, of him talking with you, of you starting to think of what his stubble must feel like on your tenderest spots, of if he likes getting his hair pulled, of will there ever be a ring on his finger one of these days? Him coming to the atelier to pick up his clothing, and looking at you in the same way he’s looking at you now, but you not being able to put a finger on it.

You would wake up from a restless sleep in your studio and wonder, why am I having dreams of my client? You’d look forward to his messages telling you how lovely of a job you’d do to fitting his clothing to accent his body…his body that you wanted all over yours. It felt like a whirlwind…a long, unblinking staring match as he lingered in picking up his clothing from you turned into him asking you out, to him bringing flowers to your work, and lots of eye contact as you realized his stubble tickles your inner thighs rough— in a delicious way, that pulling his hair makes him rumble against you and eat you even more ravenously, and that now you keep looking at your hand wondering what it would look like with a big rock on your finger.

Flash forward to after dinner, and you’re walking hand in hand, the taste of wine and butterscotch gelato in your mouths, and his hand guides you by your lower back into the lodge. Now you’re on the bed, and your feet are bound to the posts, and his hand pins your wrists above your head as he’s ramming into you, hips slapping your clit so perfectly and grinding into you. You already came twice on his face, and you feel another one coming soon.

“Sh-Shō,” you slur, the second his lips aren’t swallowing yours. Your tear-brimmed eyes, glazed with pleasure, meet his deep eyes that still look as hungry as ever, with that extra mysteriously serious look from earlier. It makes you shiver.

“Darling,” he purrs, “i hope you’re not saying you want me to slow down, when you showed me just how much you wanted me back there.” How is he not out of breath, when he’s pistoning straight into your sweet spot over and over? He muffles your whimpers and steals your breath away with more sloppy kisses, and your bordeaux-stained lips are wet with your drool combined with his saliva. You’re seeing stars, and screaming his name as you’re bound into this mating press. You feel so full on his fat cock as every ridge and vein drags so deliciously into every surface of your pussy; his hipbones smack into your ass so lewdly. Your eyes roll to the back of your head. He grabs your jaw firmly, thumb swiping your lower lip. “Ah, ah, ah, want my little wifey to look at me, or you won’t get my kids,” he’s babbling, but your ears perk up at the words wifey and kids and it drives your wine/cock-drunk mind wild as he drills into you.

“Yes, yes!” you scream, “I’m your wifey, Shōta, please say I’m yours, mmm, I belong t’you!!” You don’t break eye contact this time, pleading him to know you really really mean you belong to him. His thrusts get sloppier, and his baritone moans sound so hot as you feel like if he goes any harder, you’ll get fucked right through the bed.

“You’re mine, Y/N,” his hands clench around your wrists and throat, and he kisses all over your face, “All, fucking, mine—” He goes down to rub your clit feverishly so you could clench around him, and his thrusts are deep, threatening to hit your womb.

“Cum for me, my beautiful woman,” the sight of his black hair framing and sticking to his face as he stares into your soul, does it for you and you see white, which milks his cock of all he has to offer as he’s balls deep inside you.

You both ride out your orgasms for a minute, then come back to earth, panting. “Oh, by the way. Since you agreed you’re my wifey, I hope you know I’m being serious.”

Your heart stops as he finishes untying you and arranges the clothes you both threw to the floor. What?

“I’ve been wanting to make you Mrs Aizawa for quite some time now, and it kind of came out in the heat of the moment, but…” he grabbed the ring from his pants pocket, blushing like a schoolboy, “Miss Y/n, will you marry me?” His voice was soft, and the ring sparkled even in the dim bedroom.

Tears once again filled your eyes. “I was being serious, too, Shō. Of course I’ll marry you.” x

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🚀 𝐈𝐈𝐃𝐀 𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐘𝐀 ~ *TRIES TO PRETEND NOTHING IS HAPPENING TO HIM*

Key word: tries. That does not mean he succeeds. Iida will, however, make it your problem when you get back home, and you’ll know he does not take such matters of inappropriateness lightly.

(girl help my drawing’s proportions in this are more fcked than a Picasso painting, n e ways,,)

When you grab his cock in the cute outdoor restaurant in the downtown area, Tenya Iida is glad that 1. it’s night time, 2. you’re both sat in the back corner, and 3. the service was slow.

“Aw, Iida, are you all right?” you coo, and he curses you in his mind. Evil vixen! He will show you not to continue in such wrongdoing! Just…not here…You play footsie with him, feeling up his meaty calves as he shakily finishes taking a sip of his water.

“Yes, my love, I am perfectly all right, everything is just wonderful,” his voice is convincing, but the bright pink glow that shines over his entire face, is not. Not to mention his hand is shaking like a leaf and still clenched around his glass, as if it’s offering some sort of stability.

“You look like you’re going to break your water,” you giggle, and you catch a dangerous glint in his eye for a split second.

“Maybe I’ll break yours, have it spill all over the place,” he mutters.

“C-come again?” No, you heard him right. When he takes you shopping afterwards, best believe he makes sure you’re dripping all over him in the dressing room, his fingers stuffed inside your mouth as the Hero Ingenium slams in and out of you at the speed of light, making you almost cum in every place you two are alone together for the entire night. But your punishment is you don’t actually get to. Because you acted like a little villain. And when you sob into his jacket that you just want to go home now, he rushes you both home with his quirk, and you’re so glad he’s so much faster than driving in a car.

He’ll make you squirt all over his face and cum until you’re apologizing for teasing him in public like that, and he makes you promise to not be such a naughty little girl, because only good girls get stuffed with daddy’s cum. (You’ll break that promise since you love how he brings about his justice). x

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🔮 𝐓𝐎𝐊𝐎𝐘𝐀𝐌𝐈 𝐅𝐔𝐌𝐈𝐊𝐀𝐆𝐄 ~ “CAREFUL, LEST YOUR ACTIONS MANIFEST A REVELRY IN THE DARK”

What a dangerous game you play, and you couldn’t keep it at bay until Dark Flicks and Chills, could you? What are the things that go bump in the night? Oh, right. It’ll be his cock, bumping rather harshly into your cervix, because of your foolish lack of self control. But it’s ok. Because he a freak like that too.

It appears your mind dwells in the abyss quite frequently.

Your lovely boyfriend had taken you to the new Museum of Unexplained Wonders, an alluring museum that toured past cryptids, alien evidence in ancient cultures, chilling discoveries, unexplained mysteries, creatures of the deep, cursed items, and ancient secrets. And now here you are, in the spooky wax figure restaurant, eating horror-inspired food. You couldn’t be happier than now, and having such deep conversation with your beloved bird boy and hearing his handsome voice make such great theories is stirring something inside your creature of the deep.

“I really do have to say, I’m so curious about what will happen as they continue to investigate Skinwalker Ridge,” you muse, and Tokoyami’s ruby reds gaze into your eyes passionately as he nods.

“They’re doing such a good job at proving that there are aliens. I wonder if they’d let people with electromagnetic-type quirks into the grounds to help them,” his voice sounds so deep and comforting, you think to yourself, like someone playing the cello. You could listen to it forever.

“I-oh, Y/N, goodness what are you doing?” He whispers, expression indicating that he’s clearly blushing. The culprit: your hand squeezing his dick. Does he accidentally have a semi-hard-on already? Or is he enjoying all of this in the same way you are? Your hand leaves as you nonchalantly eat more of your food, and he swallows thickly, trying to resume eating too.

“My apologies. It seems like it teleported into my hand. Or maybe I’m just possessed by an ancient fertility god,” you winked up at him.

“Oh? Is that so? Are you sure it’s not a multiple possession, because I’ve been feeling the same way, hearing about what your beautiful mind comes up with.” You gasped as you felt something stronger than a cold draft of wind touch a specific place on your legs. Was that..? “Oh and Dark Shadow, feel free.” The two giant hands on your thighs spread you wider apart as Dark Shadow found solace in the shadows under the booth in the dim, colorfully-lit spooky restaurant. Fumikage’s hand trails to your thigh, and you are so glad that you wore a skirt today as it dips under the dark pleated fabric.

“I have to say, I love how much of a dirty thing you are,” the tip of his beak drags over the sensitive spot on your neck, trailing down to lick and nip at your shoulder and collarbone. You didn’t realize his fork is now in his left hand, and he continues eating as you tried to act normally in public. You feel the cool of his rings as it brushes against your skin, and it’s coming closer and closer to……

“No need to have this in the middle here,” he mutters under his breath, as he tears a hole in the fishnet tights above your pussy.

“Y-yeah, about you loving my…twisted nature, I can say the—same,” you try to stay normal as you felt a tongue from under the table push your panties aside and lick a broad stripe right up your throbbing core, making you whine the last word. Dark Shadow’s tongue began to push inside you, and your thighs shuddered around their head.

“My goddess of the violet twilight, you are lust incarnate. No need to conceal such lovely noises,” he smiles, sipping his drink and watching you come unraveled with his fingers pinching and swirling over your engorged clit, and Dark Shadow tongue fucking you under the table.

“I-I love those lyrics, b-but we’re in public! Nnn~!” You try to keep your whimpers quiet, but the last one is forced out when you feel the thick tongue touch your spongey, tender spot. Shadow’s tongue keeps thrusting in and out, hitting that spot with such fervor and Fumikage’s fingers on your bud feel so perfect, that your eyes roll back in pleasure and you buck into him and his quirk, nails digging into his smooth arm that would not budge from between your thighs.

“What happened to your love of being nervous, Y/n?” The way your name rolls off the tip of his tongue combined with all the other stimuli makes you come undone, and you lean your head into Tokoyami’s soft black t-shirt, seeking support in his firm muscles, tears pricking your vision as you look into his eyes the way he likes.

“Fuck,” he grunts at your fucked-out expression as you bite your lip hard enough to almost draw blood, and he cups your jaw in his spare hand, pecking kisses on your forehead (the best he could do with his falconesque beak), running fingers through your hair to comfort you as you ride your orgasm and cream all over Shadow’s tongue and his other hand.

When you return to the third dimension and catch your breath, it’s like you almost forgot you were in the restaurant. “Is my crazy black eyeliner running down my face?” You say meekly, squeezing his much larger hand.

“No, love, your soul windows are still perfectly decorated and in place,” he speaks tenderly, full of love. You pet Dark Shadow’s hair, and they coo and lick their beak clean, savoring your taste.

“Your goth metal reference is getting you head when we get home.”

“Not in the mummy exhibit?” He winks at you.

“Unless you want a curse following us home,” you laugh.

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🧤 𝐌𝐈𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐘𝐀 𝐈𝐙𝐔𝐊𝐔 ~ “BABE, W-WAIT!!!”

He’s so 🥺shy🫣 but then he’s trying to Texas smash in your pussy, and is so drunk in lust you almost have to say “down, boy” to get him to behave.

If Bakugo were to see you two lovebirds right now, he would scream, possibly cry, shit his pants, possibly throw up from how soft Izuku and you are being. And that’s okay. He’s laying on your lap and you’re feeding eachother strawberries and little bites of cake, and you couldn’t be happier than right now.

The soft breeze is rustling in the trees, and your boyfriend’s pine-colored mess of hair moves just like the leaves above. Butterflies keep flying around, and you tell yourself he and you should make little dandelion flower crowns for each other sometime.

You’re so full of love for life right now, and your lover is so beautiful in the sunlight, and his thrifted sweater vest that matches his hair looks so cute on him with his muscular arms, and you,, you’re ovulating so you wish it wasn’t just your heart that was full. But the problem is, you’re in a park in the city. Eh, no matter.

Midoriya rests on his elbows, shifting off of your lap but leaving little fluttery kisses on your legs and..you don’t think he realizes what he’s doing to you. So you naturally do the most logical thing to do, and grab his dick. “This is mine, by the way,” you giggle, as his bright green eyes widen and flash to yours.

He bites his lip and immediately looks flustered, the poor boy. He’s so bad at hiding his arousal. His cock is already tenting in his corduroy trousers! “I-I know, baby, but why did you have to remind me,” —his voice hushes to a whisper—“in the middle of a public picnic babe???” You grab him by his little strawberry charm necklace that you gave him, and you see his Adam’s apple bob up and down to try and swallow back a whine, to no avail. There’s a blush spread wide across his face, and with his green hair and freckles now he really looks like a strawberry, you just realized, and you can’t help but laugh.

He thinks you’re being mean and trying to humiliate him in public, and he pouts which makes him look all the more adorable. But he’s still so hard. “Because,” you get closer to him, addicted to how his pupils blow up full of so much love, “you’re so adorable and I can’t stop thinking about how much cuter you’d look stuffing me full of your cum, puppy boy.” You watch as his nostrils flare as you try out that name for the first time, and his breathing gets heavier. He is so turned on. You bet his boner is so painful. You grab it again, squeezing, and he whimpers and doesn’t shy away as you do, the two of you not caring if anyone sees. He’s so thick in your hand and his cock is just so massive in general for such a sweet boy that you know it’s just not fair for him since his boner is completely impossible to hide. But he loves you ao much that he doesn’t care, and his love for you is stronger than any embarrassment he could feel right now.

“You’re such a cutie, Mommy-fuck, sorry, I mean M-fuck—Y/N,” Izuku can barely think, since all his blood went down to his cock. Fair enough.

Your eyes narrow as you feel yourself getting wetter. “Mm, excuse me, what was that, sweet boy?”

“Y/N, ‘m so sorry, I-I’m getting so horny right now, and it’s your fault, I mean not in a bad way, you’re doing nothing wrong, but— and I don’t know if this is something you like to be called, which if it’s not, I’m sorry, but when you called me puppy boy I couldn’t help but get so—”

You cut him off with a kiss. He kisses back with a frustrated whimper. “All that talking, and you could be spending your time showing Mommy what that mouth can do,” you tease, but boy oh boy he’s taking that seriously. He looks at you hungrily and determined, like he’s on one of his missions to defeat a villain and it makes you throb with want. “Okay,” he says, completely seriously, but you’re too shocked to try and stop him.

He hovers over you and kisses you deeply, then kisses your face, ears, down your neck, licking and sucking and kissing your shoulders and collarbones, trailing down and kissing over your dress before he gets below your waist. Every kiss sets you on fire, and he’s so strong in pinning you down you can do nothing but just accept it. He looks around to make sure no one is around. Well, you guys got lucky. He lifts up your skirt, and the breeze carries the smell of your pheromones over to his nose and he bites his lip in anticipation.

“You don’t have to—”

“You smell so good, Mommy, wanna put my kids in you,” suddenly he uses his strength and pushes the back of your thighs up, moving your thong to the side, and attacks your pussy, switching between licking and sucking your clit, to dipping his tongue into your soaked center, and groaning at how good you taste. “Mm, ahhh you’re so —mmm- good,” he’s talking with his mouth full, and you’re digging your fingers into his hair and pulling harshly on it, which only eggs him on further. He dips two fingers in without warning and starts pumping them in and out of you, admiring the way they look and how your pussy grips them and makes wet, squelching noises. “‘Zuku, oh my god, holy shit,” you’re sobbing as his fingers alone Full you up so good, it feels too good, you need more…He begins attacking your clit with his mouth again and his eyes are more tearful from pleasure than yours.

“So good, Izu’, you’re doing so well, f-fuck, such a good boy,” at the praise, Izuku hums sweetly, the vibration on your clit making you buck into his face and hump it, making him moan and move his fingers faster so you can do it again. You try to close your thighs, but his other strong arm holds them in place so your pussy keeps facing the sky.

You keep gasping and moaning his name. You feel yourself getting close, so close. “M’s’close, baby, gonna cum all over your face, you’re eating me so good, are you that hungry?” You’re babbling under his mouth, and he loves it, not realizing he’s grinding into the blanketed ground beneath you to help ease his hardness that’s gotten painful.

“So hungry,” he lifts up for a few seconds to dutifully reply to you, fingers pounding and curling into the spot that makes you whimper, “want you to feed me your juices, then fill you up with pups, make you a mommy, so we can bring them on more picnics,”

He goes back down on you and the words make your head spin, and you buck up into him. He sucks your clit and nibbles on your pussy as he keeps hitting your g-spot faster and faster, and you shakily come undone underneath him.

“Babe, please, please let’s go home right now, can you fly us, please?” You ask, pleading because you need his cock and you’re sure he desperately wants to cum in you too. He’s set the already packed up basket aside and is already trying to fold up the blanket. You rush to help him but he smiles all lust-blown, juices still dripping down his face. “Already on it, gorgeous.” You hold all the things, he swoops you up, making sure the bottom of your skirt is tucked under his arm, and he flies over so he could pound into you for a few rough rounds. x

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💫 𝐌𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐎 𝐓𝐎𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐀 ~ “WOW, BABE, YOU’VE GOT MORE OF AN ELEMENT OF SURPRISE THAN ME!”

A normal bystander would think he’s just smiling at his girlfriend, but when you grab his dick in public, you know it’s actually a very dangerous smirk on his face! Consider yourself warned!

A warm breeze fills the air as you sit in the beachside tiki grill, some straw and wood shielding you from the hot sun. Mirio’s got a little tan starting, as well as some summertime freckles, and his glimmering eyes are admiring his girlfriend, you.

You cheekily reach under the table, and he thinks you’re in to play thumb wrestling. Which he lets you win, so you then go to your main mission, and reach for his muscular thigh. He quirks an eyebrow and his head to the side, looking exactly like a golden retriever puppy with his cute little grin. It makes you giggle and gives you butterflies in your stomach. Alas, you cannot reach his cock without leaning forward so much that it’s obvious. So you retreat, taking a sip of your frozen drink.

His hand copies what you did, and lazily rests on your thigh without his arm even needing to stretch a little. He squeezes your soft skin, and his cuteness just makes your ovaries fucking explode. You want this sweetheart to do terrible things to you, and you want it now!!!

“Baby,” he breaks you out of your trance, and he swears your smile is brighter than all the stars put together. “Did you want the little umbrella before I finish my drink? I even put on one of those little cherries you like so much.” You need him now.

“Is that even a question!!! Yay of course you’d think to give me one of the cherries I love you so much,” you grab it from him, and you both eat the little cherries. You don’t catch him gazing lovingly at how cute you look chewing the sugary cherry, and twirling the tiny umbrella between your fingers, and putting it down into your drink.

“You only love me for the little drink decor, nothing else!! It’s always like this, Y/N, I’m more than the little umbrellas….or am I,” he feigned accusatory sadness, and you played along.

“It’s true. That’s the only thing I’m here for. Just using you to build my collection of little umbrellas. I cover my entire house in them.”

He chewed the cinnamon pineapple of his piña colada, smirking mischievously. “You look like the type. You’re the worst. Not even a gold digger, a little trinket digger, what ever shall I do?”

“Yes….yes…ha ha ha yes!!!” you mocked an evil villain whose plans were coming to fruition, “you are hopeless and defeated, without you looking I have taken every last little trinket from your house, none of your friends or family are safe, Lemillion, I will defeat you 200 percent!”

“M-my tiny spoons….my liddol Russian dolls…all of them, you took all of them!“ he clutches his chest.

“It was me. You are reduced to nothing, a man with no little fun objects. For I have stripped you of all of your pride! No fun allowed!!!”

You both are dying of laughter at this point, and you clutch your stomach doubling over because he’s laughing so hard, and your laughter keeps building up. It’s not like what you’re saying is even remotely funny, and no one else would really laugh but you both just love how stupid it all is. This is how dates with him always are. You craft ridiculous, highly specific situations and keep building on top of the ridiculousness dramatically, and your laughter does the same.

“Just imagining all my little car decorations and stuff vanishing suddenly and wondering where they are, then I see you crouched in a corner in front of a pile of all my little things,” he’s trying so hard to stop laughing, and you’re taking sips of your drink to just calm down. He doesn’t realize, of course, that one of your feet has left your little sandals and is about to hijack between his thighs.

He begins to tip his glass upwards to get the rest of the stubborn slush in his drink, and you trail from feeling up his thunder thighs to his bulge. You think he’d be shocked but he just winks and finishes up his drink.

“Is that the next trinket you plan to steal from me?” He wiggles his eyebrows.

“Yes, but it’s not small enough to be a trinket,” you could swear his dick is twitching at your touch.

“B-but, it still has the personality a small one has!!”

You chuckle. “Mm, I suppose.”

The server comes. “Alright guys, are you feeling a little hungry for some shareable apps? Or just another round?” You keep your foot where it is, and tease him, feeling him get a little harder under you.

“Definitely another round, and I think the Hawaiian roll sliders could be good, right, babe?” You ask him.

He tugs at his shirt, flashing his beautiful abs. “Aw, are mine not good enough for you?” He’s good at acting normal. Damn it. He’s getting rock hard though, and you know his pink flushed cheeks aren’t just sun-kissed.

“Damn, you know what, you’re right,” you look to the server, “just give me a steak knife to cut into him so I can get my own Hawaiian bun sliders.”

The server laughs. “Perfect, one extra sharp white-hot steak knife, anything else?”

“Hmm. Calamari, taquitos, maybe actually those sliders forreal though, and some flatbread. That’s all, right, baby?” Togata asks you, and you nod.

“Great!” The server grins at the adorable couple, “I’ll be back with your drinks!” They give a thumbs-up, and you and Mirio do the same. He looks at you while he does so, and you see it in his eyes. It makes you squirm in your seat. He’s so going to fuck you in the bathroom after this. Better hope you’re good at not screaming as he hits all your good spots roughly and fills you up so nice. x

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🇺🇸 𝐘𝐀𝐆𝐈 𝐓𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐈 ~ “WE SHALL SETTLE THIS SOON, DARLING”

You’re playing a dangerous game, teasing the hero who is number-one in your heart, the seven-foot tall man who packs the entire US of A in his pants. But danger? You like danger. You can’t say he didn’t warn you.

“Toshi, slow down!!!” You mewl, but the man above you is unforgiving and unrelenting.

“Darling, don’t say I didn’t warn you on three separate occasions about teasing me so much at dinner,” he drawls through clenched teeth, as obscene squelching noises fill the air, and you hiccup under his weight, nails digging into his back.

You don’t see what the big deal is. He took you out to a lovely dinner where a grand piano was playing such an alluring song, and his hot kisses and “I love you”’s to your ear were not helping. You just wanted to remind him that you could take your cock at any time and how perfectly he was made for you. You didn’t expect him to grip your wrist with an iron grip (him holding back) and warn you in his deep, silky voice “try that again, little lady, and see what happens.”

What else could he expect? A little minx like you? You crumbled under the predatory flick in his aquamarine eyes and hummed. “Maybe I do want to see,” you mewl, as you only clench his thick cock harder. His cock that you cannot dream of fully holding completely in your smaller hand. You rub at its growing hardness with your thumb and feel yourself salivating at the sight and feel of how overwhelming his size is. It’s so intimidating, almost too much, impossible to fully fit in one thrust and needing at least 20 minutes of prep to sink his head in alone. “Baby girl,” he growls warningly, “keep going like this and I might actually break you when we get home, you’re making it very hard for your Daddy to contain himself, I don’t want to hurt you.” You bite your bottom lip at his words, and your other hand feels over just how big his hand is, that’s holding your wrist failing to stop you. “Maybe I want it to hurt,” you whisper, eyes big, and he has to keep himself from groaning. “Warning you for the last time, you won’t be able to walk tomorrow.”

He’s making sure of that right now. Your legs hurt from being spread so wide to make room for his broad frame, which completely swallows you whole over the bed, almost crushing you. It hurts your hips as he holds you apart and pounds into your pussy, which slobbers white rings of cream around the wide base of his cock, stretching you impossibly. You pant and see it moving through your belly, and he sees it too and leaves even more love marks on your neck, your whines and his growls creating a beautiful harmony.

You’re screaming utter nonsense, so many versions of what you say now, “oh god, oh my gosh, holy fuck, please please, Toshi, please don’t stop,” and he squeezes your face in his giant hand.

“Thought you were just telling me to slow down, sweetie, do you even know what you’re talking about?”

Clearly not. You’re so dumb on his cock, as he fucks your brains out, and he picks you up and flips you like a rag doll, and manhandles you so your hips are flush with his. He grips your cheeks and spreads you open, admiring how your juices drip down your thighs, then thrusts back in, stretching you all over again, making you moan loudly.

“You’re such a naughty little thing, I bet you wanted me to go hard on you, didn’t you?” An especially sharp thrust rocks you forward, and he uses a hand on your sternum to lift you up and hold you in place. “Look at Daddy when I’m talking and answer, little lady.”

“Mm-Yes-!! Yes! I w-wanted you to go so hard , so hard on me, yes, unghhh!” He’s rubbing your clit and molding you to his size, hitting your cervix over and over, as you see stars and scratch stripes into his meaty forearms. “Such a dirty girl,” he purrs, and his words send you over the edge, and you sob.

“D-T’shi!! G-gonna cum soon!!” His balls slap you rhythmically, and he keeps rubbing your clit with the thick pads of his fingers, nibbling on your neck. You’re still digging your nails into him to keep your wavering sense of balance.

“Do it baby, cum all over Daddy’s dick that you love so much,” and with that, you sob, “Yes, mmmph!!!!” And spasm around his huge cock. He closes his eyes and focuses on his breathing so he doesn’t spill into you at your walls constricting around him. He has to pull at least a few more out of you before he feels satisfied enough to spill inside you for the first of many times tonight. x

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🛡 𝐓𝐎𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐈 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐎 ~ *QUIET GASP*

Shoto looks so cute on your sushi date, so flustered when you pull your mean trick. You almost feel bad as his breathing is shaky, but don’t think he isn’t enjoying this. He is. And definitely wants you to continue.

“Whoops, dropped my napkin!” You’re already down before he could get it for you, giving him no time to react as the gentleman he is.

You pick up the napkin you dropped on purpose, and hear an audible gasp as you grab his dick , so glad he wore some soft pants today so you could move your hand around it for a few seconds, and cup his balls, squeezing gently.

When you get back up, he looks at you so desperately, so helplessly, and you giggle at his pouting face. “Baby, what’s wrong?” You rub salt in the wound, and he sighs, looking off to the side.

“N-nothing,” he breathes, but you could tell he’s getting hard, trying to put a little bit of wasabi on his nigiri and dip it into the kirashi sauce, but then he drops it in and shakily tries to pick it up and eat it.

You’re starting to feel so bad, poor boy can’t even function; he’s so cute. He doesn’t know what to do.

He huffs. And in polite traditional Japanese fashion, “Uhm, I’ll be right back. Please excuse my rudeness as I need to use the restroom.”

You see his hands dug into his pockets, desperately trying to hide his fat boner, as he walks coolly to the restroom. In his mind, he’s making a beeline. Why would you do that? He wonders, frustrated and chasing some kind of release. He bucks into his fist, wishing it was your mouth, or your pussy, or even just your hand. Were you trying to test his…self control? He’s so dull, he doesn’t realize you’re just trying to get him riled up, and he hears a buzz in his phone. It’s you.

Y/N❤️: Babe

Y/N❤️: Show me how hard you are

So that’s what it was.

You feel a buzz of your phone, within a couple minutes of you sending it,, and are shocked he could be so fast. Which means he’s doing what you’re thinking.

Immediately you turn your brightness down and your eyes widen, seeing slick coating his cock as he jerks it in his hand, and soon after, he spills into it. That’s how horny you made him. Now your thighs are rubbing together, and he’s making his way back to the table, giving you a small smile. x

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🪨 𝐊𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐀 𝐄𝐈𝐉𝐈𝐑𝐎 ~ “HAHA, THAT’S CUTE BABY”

Kirishima finds it adorable that you just want to get a feel of his manliness, even in public! After all, he stores so much love for you in his heart AND down there! He grins and can’t wait to stuff you in the car!

You hear some slurps as Eijiro tries (and fails) to slurp some of his ramen without getting some juices dribbling down his chin. “Don’t look at me, Y/N,” he rushes to wipe his face, and you laugh at how cute he is, trying to look proper all of a sudden in front of you.

But the noises he made just remind you of him eating something else, and it’s kind of hot how he can get a bit messy. You chew on some pork, and sip some broth with corn and seaweed, humming at the yummy taste.

“Yer so beautiful, Y/N,” your Eiji smiles at you, and his red hair looks so fluffy, you want to pet it right now.

“No you,” you wink at him, and he blushes ‘cause you make him feel like he’s a boy in high school again with some stupid crush, the type of girl he can’t keep his hands off of, he wants to cherish you for as long as you’d allow him, and keep you warm and safe in his heart forever.

Others might take a look at the guy with his open shirt and big muscles, pretty smile, and think he could be a player, but Eijiro was actually so nervous to go up and talk to you for the first time. He had eyes for you, and it was extremely clear as you leaned forward over your bowl, and caught him blushing, looking down your shirt, then looking away quickly. You decide you want to give him shit for it.

“Eiji, what are you looking at?” You ask so sweetly, a little smile creeps over his face.

“N-nothing, I mean, you. I just can’t help it, you do things to me,” he makes you blush. You do something bold, and reach under the table and trace his long, buff thigh.

“What kind of things, sweetheart?” You know what kind of things.

“I-I, well, we can’t talk about this here, can we?” He’s such a gentleman, but he’s dodging the question.

You grab his bulge firmly, and you hear a strangled moan come out of him, before he clears his throat to hide it.

“I think we can,” you smile, and his sharp teeth flash at you. He uses his quirk to harden it a ton, then not harden it as much under your touch. Such a silly boy.

“O-oh my gosh Eijiro, so fucking, big-!!” You claw at his chest, and he’s helping you bounce up and down in the car. Planting hungry kisses all over your neck, bright red eyes staring at you rabidly, wanting to eat the cream out your pussy after he cums inside it.

“I know, sweetheart, don’t worry, the sting will go away in just a little bit,” he coos in your ear, holding you still and fucking up into you. Your moans mix in the air and you bury your face in his neck, taking in his cinnamon-cherry-leather scent.

“Such a gorgeous thing, and so sneaky grabbing what’s yours while we’re eating. Makes me feel so wanted, babe” he’s got a tight grip on your hips, his rock-hard length spearing you open and making your juices leak all over.

You look into his eyes, and he loves the lust that’s inside them. You kiss him hungrily and your tongues fight for dominance, and you rub circles on your clit making you moan. He wraps an arm around you and keeps fucking up into you, then moves your hand away so he could take over, and you whine into the kiss feeling him smile. He nibbles on your lip and you tug his hair, legs starting to shake from overstimulation.

“Go ahead, baby, cum for me,” he growls, and relishes in the feeling of your soaking wet walls clenching in a vice-like grip around his length.

He slaps your ass. “Do me a favor, and get in the back seat. I’m not even close to done with you yet.” x

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🐙 𝐓𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐈 𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐉𝐈𝐊𝐈 ~ “BUNNY, WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING?”

Your perfect boyfriend is so shy and shocked when you grab his cock, but also excited that his love wants him badly enough to do such a daring, scary thing. So he wishes to repay the favor.

Tamaki always feels so safe to be himself around you, and wants to make sure you always feel the exact same way. You boosted his confidence in so many ways, and he knows now just how much you love him and anything he does to you, spicy-wise, is something you love as long as it’s him. He even enjoys going out in public more, because you’re there! He was so excited to take you out to the place he and FatGum eat at most regularly, and here you are now eating takoyaki with each other in a little tight booth, knees brushing up against each other, sharing longing glances and relaxing conversation.

He looks so sweet as you eat together, that you just want to kiss him! But you can’t yet so instead you boop his nose, and he smiles coyly. “Bunny, why did you do that? Don’t be afraid to do it again, though.” You boop his nose again.

“Because you’re cute, you know that, right?”

He blushes. “Oh, me? Thank you. But not as cute as you are.” His sharp features look so good colored a bright pink that you want to see how he looks like red, right now. The booth is such close quarters that you’re able to pull this off, so you trace over his joggers and locate his cock, cupping it in your hand and giving it a gentle squeeze.

His expression makes you imagine that he’s got steam coming out of his ears. His pointy elf ears perk up in surprise as he raises his eyebrows and bites his lip. A little smile is still across his lips, because he loves you and trusts you, and you make him so flustered that his heart does little somersaults and he doesn’t know what to do.

“B-bunny! What do you think you’re doing?” He quietly asks and you feel just like the nickname he gave you, a little mischievous bunny rabbit.

“Just reaching for what I’d like to order next off the menu, why?” your eyes are twinkling up at him. He has an idea, a bold idea that you’ll definitely like.

“Oh yeah? You’re still really hungry, aren’t you?” You don’t know what’s possessed him to say something so teasing in public of all places, but you are here for it, and hope he does so more often.

“Yes, my love, ‘m so hungry for you, I could eat you up right here, right now.” Suddenly, you gasp loudly, as you feel something hot and wet, with suction cups trailing up your leg. His violet eyes look at yours knowingly, and you realize what he might be doing.

“ ’Majiki,” you breathe, and his tentacle slides up further and further under your dress. You whimper, and take a sip of tea to distract yourself from making more noise, but the look your boyfriend is giving you is not helping one bit. He looks hungry for you, too. The tentacle snakes over to your pussy, and moves your panties to the side. Is he….?

You’re biting your finger to keep the noise down, but you want to scream at how good he feels, rubbing his suction cups on your clit, then dipping into your wet center.

“Baby, is there something wrong? Don’t tell me you’ll let your food get cold,” his sweet voice is hiding the filth of his actions , and being caught by surprise is only magnifying your arousal.

“Hah~ I’m just fine, babe, just have a sudden, mmmhh—” his tentacle thrusts in nice and deep, looking for your sweet spot, and you buck into him as it gets thicker and stretches you out—“c-craving for more seafood, don’t worry ‘bout me!” You try to eat a bit more, and he decides not to mess *too* much with being inside you, and stays suctioning your clit lewdly, driving you wild. He decides, he loves playing with his food, to play with his dessert. The faces you’re making in the little booth as you try to keep your composure and keep eating are so cute, and his sensitive ears pick up on the little soft mewls you’re attempting to keep hushed and at bay.

He can tell you’re so wet, and feels how hot your fleshy walls are as they suck him in, and he wants to put his cock inside you. But he can’t yet. “Aww, bunny, well I have a special dessert for you, but it’s from another place, if you’re interested. You’ll just have to save lots of room.”

All you can really do is nod, because otherwise the whole restaurant would hear you moaning his name, which might humiliate you both—and he slams the cash down on the table, pulls away from you, and ushers you into the car.

At home, you’ll definitely get your dessert, all because your boyfriend loved how much you showed him you wanted him. x

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a/n well guys, I hope you enjoyed these lil drabbles that I crammed into one post! some of them may have been pretty rushed so I could keep it not wayyy too long but let me know in the reblogs / comments what you think ! thanks for reading and I hope you liked the drawings too. i may take commissions and drawing requests if you ask me 💕

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draconic-desire · 2 months

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No I don’t have a type wdym—

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sleepw-me · 4 months

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NERDS ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾𖦹°‧★

Imagine that you are attending college, your new boyfriend is sitting next to you, your relationship is relatively new and delicate. In fact, you are just starting to get to know each other better and discover each other. Your boyfriend looks a bit like a nerd with those cute glasses decorating his face, he seems so gentle with you and takes his time. But what a naive girl you are to think that his thoughts are as pure as his heart. He sits next to you during the lecture and listens to the professor, occasionally writing something down in his notebook and laptop. Out of the corner of his eye, he glances at his sweet girlfriend who is very focused on what the professor is saying, nibbling on her pen as she puts it in those plump lips. He swears he almost imagined your lips touching him. No one would have thought that this boy with glasses, with good grades and a gentle temperament would have such disgusting thoughts about you, his sweet girlfriend. How he imagines taking you on this table. Like, when you're studying together in the library, he wants to put his hand up your skirt, or when your pretty wet mouth takes his dick into your mouth, behind the bookshelves. He's a little afraid to make that move on you, but be calm and ready for him like a good girl when the time finally comes.

y.okkotsu, t.inumaki, t.ino, g.tomioka, l.yagami, i.midoriya, k.bakugo, h.shinso, s.hinata, k.kozume, y.morisuke, k.sakusa

#haikyuu #demon slayer #jujustu kaisen #my hero academia #headcanon #x reader #yuta okkotsu #inumaki toge #ino takuma #giyuu tomioka #light yagami #izuku midoriya #katsuki bakugou #shinso hitoshi #hinata shoyo #kozume kenma #yaku morisuke #sakusa kiyoomi

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swipe right — k. bakugo x fem! reader

✮ a/n: i remember seeing a post on here a long time ago about a character making a fake tinder profile for their gf and realizing how many people want her. (if someone knows the OG post please lmk so i can link it!) so now i present to you: bakugo falling to his knees in the middle of your apartment bedroom for the exact same reason.

✮ content/warnings: dubcon, quirkless/college! au, jealousy, possessiveness, breeding, creampie, unprotected sex, cum eating, cunnilingus, overstimulation, praise, biting, bkg gets a little rough with you, and bkg's also a fucking simp but when do I ever write him as being otherwise??

✮ summary: your boyfriend decides to make a fake tinder profile for you just to see how many matches you get. he comes to a realization just how many other people want what’s already his.

✮ word count: 4.2k (i'm so sick)

Bakugo can remember how this all started. In very vivid detail, actually. He remembers because Kaminari had pissed him off so much to the extent that it took him a very substantial amount of effort to refrain from bashing his friend’s face in.

It all started during the last monthly hangout amongst Bakugo and his friends— one day out of the month designated to make sure that they all had time to catch up with one another despite their busy schedules.

Everything was normal, with all of them getting more than enough of their fill of food and alcohol while idly playing video games and talking about random topics to fill in the silence in Kaminari’s living room.

Perfectly normal, until Denki decided to open his stupid mouth, at least.

He goes off on a tangent about a trend he saw on social media where someone makes a fake Tinder profile for their partner to see how many matches they’d get. He proceeds to tell Bakugo that he should try doing it, for “funsies,”— to which Bakugo scoffs at.

“Aren’t you curious, Kacchan?” Kaminari smiles cheekily, wrapping an arm around his blond friend’s shoulders, seemingly oblivious to the fact that Bakugo’s becoming visibly more upset with every passing moment.

“Your girlfriend is really pretty,” Mina chimes in, sticking her tongue out when Katsuki whips his head to glare at her. “I’m still surprised she’s with a grump like you.”

Kaminari butts in, “I bet there’s a whole line of guys around the block just waiting for a chance to get with her. I mean, just look at her! Hell, I’d even let her peg m—”

For a moment, Bakugo swears he wants to bash Kaminari’s face into his flatscreen. And for a moment, he lets that impulsive thought win— getting up and grabbing two fistfuls of Denki’s shirt before promptly getting cut off by Kirishima.

“Alright alright,” Kirishima forcibly pries Bakugo off of the other blond, pushing him off to the side. “That’s enough, you two. Kaminari was just messing around. I’ll admit, it wasn’t a good joke, but no need to hurt the guy, okay Bakugo?”

Kirishima knows that Kaminari wasn’t being that serious, but Kirishima can also admit that what he had to say held some ounce of truth. And Kirishima knows Bakugo well enough to see how your boyfriend tends to be rather skittish and protective with matters concerning you— which is exactly why Eijiro had to stop him before it was too late. He really didn’t feel like preparing for Denki’s funeral or helping hide Katsuki escape from a homicide charge.

And that was that…up until a few minutes ago.

Katsuki’s tried to forget that conversation. But try as he might, his mind betrays him and can’t help but wander back to what Denki said that night.

He trusts you of course, and has complete faith in your relationship. However, he’s curious to a fault, just about perhaps too curious for his own good.

How badly could this end?

As it turns out, this whole scheme seems to be playing out very poorly.

Dozens of photos of you— screenshotted from your social media accounts— fill Katsuki’s screen. He had to choose photos you uploaded yourself, because most of his photos of you were either too…suggestive or too domestic (and he wants to be the only one to see you in those moments).

He swipes through “your” profile one last time before clicking “done” to officially put you on the market. And just like that, Bakugo’s met with the faces of men who are nowhere near your level. He goes through the batch of profiles, scrutinizing each one he comes across. He’s (un)surprisingly selective with the ones he chooses to swipe right on— making sure that they’re at least somewhat conventionally attractive. To his surprise (or dread, rather), his phone pings right away with a notification from someone who swiped back. Another ping. A message.

You free tonight?

Bakugo scoffs. He looks through the guy’s profile— a picture of him at a party with his arms around some girls, another with him doing a victory pose presumably after hiking, and one with him holding a fish. He feels his mouth curl in disgust, about to give into the urge to reply and give this guy a piece of his mind, before he realizes he’s pretending to be you. He takes a deep breath, closes out of the app, and puts down his phone.

He’s starting to regret this.

Bakugo’s phone has gone off 15 times in the last hour. Bakugo has also felt the need to strangle some stranger through the phone 15 times in the last hour. Your (read: his) profile has existed for less than 60 minutes, and you already have a whole address book of nobodies trying to link with you and get a quick fuck.

He feels the familiar beginnings of a headache creeping up the back of his skull. He thinks he might need a drink. Why did he decide to do this again?

In hindsight, he probably should have known this is exactly how it was going to go down.

What was that saying? Curiosity killed the cat?

Yeah.

He was never great at self-preservation in the first place. So this, the feeling of overwhelming jealousy, frustration, possessiveness brewing up a storm threatening to pour out of every single fiber of Bakugo’s being— was no surprise.

He watches as the numbers at the bottom of his screen increase steadily, before tapping on the star icon.

‘99+ likes!’ it reads. Over 99 people who saw your profile and thought you were beautiful. Bakugo pales, and he can feel the cold sweat building on the nape of his neck. He grips his phone, knuckles turning white. Is he shaking from anger or nervousness?

Anger because all these guys think they even have the slightest chance with someone as amazing as you. Nervousness because what if you decide that they do? You wouldn’t actually leave him for one of these guys, right? Right?

None of these men would walk through hell and back for you. They don’t know how you like your coffee, the details of your skin care routine, how you like to binge watch shows and talk Katsuki’s ear off about them (not that he ever minded, of course). They don’t know you, not like he does. Katsuki looks at you like you hung the moon. In fact, he’s pretty convinced that you did. Everything good in his life— the warmth, the color, the joy,— is encompassed by you. He’d be damned if he lets some greasy little nobody take that from him. Because the moment Bakugo fell in love with you, you became a part of him— inextricably and indefinitely. Loving you has become so intrinsic to him, that even the mere thought of another person loving you or looking at you the same way he does has him going insane. Not that anyone could love you like he did, though. That thought brings him some comfort, but not for long.

One last notification he sees sends him spiraling. Bakugo swears that he can see red. That’s when he deletes the app, and throws his poor phone in some random corner of the living room, which is markedly one of the smarter choices he’s made as of late. He marches to your bedroom with a fire burning in his chest.

He stops short of the door and finds you sitting at the edge of your shared bed, fresh out of the shower. You’re applying lotion, and he watches the cream absorb into your skin wordlessly, in awe at how overwhelmingly beautiful you manage to look in the most prosaic of tasks. For a second, he almost forgets the reason he was upset in the first place.

Your hair is still damp, water droplets accumulating at the tips, and Katsuki feels his mouth run dry the minute he watches a stray bead fall and make its way down your neck and stop perfectly in the dip of your collarbone. Your very existence is forever etched into his heart, every inch of you carved into his memory, but even still he can never get tired of looking at you. At every angle, in every lighting, he needs to see you in it. You could call him obsessed, but he’d simply laugh and agree, because what’s so wrong with that? Especially if it’s you.

You’re one to be studied— to be adored, Katsuki thinks, to the greatest capacity. It’s what you deserve. And what better person for that task to fall upon than him?

He finds himself naturally gravitating towards you, his finger tracing the same exact path the water had carved just moments before, wordlessly. You try to pay no mind, but it’s difficult as you realize just how close Bakugo was and how your towel barely manages to cover up your most intimate parts. One wrong move and you’d be exposed. With how things were playing out, and the predatory glint in the blond’s eyes, you don’t think your boyfriend would be too perturbed with your current predicament.

Katsuki presses a delicate kiss to your forehead before he crouches down. Suddenly, you’re at eye level with one another, his hot breath tickling your lips. You think for a moment he’s going to kiss you so you lean forward, lips waiting. But he merely grazes them before he sucks a deep bruise into the juncture of your neck, biting slightly.

You’re barely given any time to react before he’s grabbing the hand that’s securing your towel and ripping it away, the offending garment falling off your body. Your flesh prickles with goosebumps as its exposed to the sudden chill. It’s quickly replaced by the heat of Bakugo’s body as he pushes you lightly, your back hitting the mattress. He crawls on top of you, muscular thighs on either side of your hips, your head placed conveniently between his forearms. He’s trapped you, a nonverbal challenge for you to try and escape.

You’re a work of art, he thinks, but much more valuable than any pièce de résistance framed in any museum.

Beautiful, yes, but far too blank for his liking. He wants to ruin you, make you his own personal magnum opus. And so he does.

He presses a clothed knee against your bare cunt, pressing firmly. His lips continue their assault on your neck, leaving angry purpling bruises in their wake. Rough hands find your breast, and you moan in surprise when he gives both of them a harsh squeeze as he shoves his tongue into your mouth. Katsuki kisses you like a man dying of thirst, hungry for everything you can offer him and more. It’s all too much already, the way he’s kissing you has your mind reeling, and you have to turn your head away for a moment to catch your breath. Katsuki thinks it’s a moment too long without you, so he coaxes you into locking lips with him once more. A wave of mischievousness washes over you, prompting you to take your boyfriend’s lower lip in between your teeth, biting down lightly.

You feel his breath hitch, before he lets out a low groan as he grinds his clothed dick against your bare wetness. He returns the favor, sucking on your bottom lip before letting it go with a wet pop. He pulls back with a lazy smirk, his lips pursing together to scatter messy kisses down the base of your throat and down your chest, alternating between sucking and biting at the flesh.

He gives you a good once-over, scanning every surface, committing them to memory. You feel the need to curl into yourself with how intensely those vermillion eyes are piercing into you, memorizing every single curve, scar, freckle like he’s done time and time again.

He drops down to his knees, broad shoulders bullying their way in between your legs, forcibly prying them open. He grips your hips, fingertips digging into the soft flesh, and drags you down the mattress until your legs are dangling off the bed.

“Jesus, Kats, be more gentle.”

“Shhh. I know you like it when I’m not gentle,” he chuckles. As if to prove a point, he pulls you down even further, giving a harsh bite to your inner thigh. He smiles deviously when you yelp. You try to pull at his hair but his reflexes are too quick, pinning both of your wrists down on either side of you easily. “Besides, this is the perfect height for me to eat you out, dontcha think baby?”

You want to chastise him for being so crass, so Katsuki, but the words die on the tip of your tongue the minute he gives a sweet, loving kiss to your clit, sucking lightly.

“You’re mine. I don’t want anyone else seeing you like this except for me.”

You’re not entirely sure what brought this on, but you find it hard to complain when Bakugo drags his tongue from your throbbing clit to inside your pussy, drinking everything you have to offer.

Your hands automatically try to find purchase in his blond locks, struggling against the vice grip Katsuki has on your wrists. He decides to take pity on you, loosening his hold so you can slip your hands into his hair, moaning appreciatively when he feels you tug. He rewards you by flicking his tongue on your clit over and over again, just the way you like it. He does it until your moans begin to pitch higher and higher, the same way that they do when you’re close. He doesn’t stop his ministrations even after you cum, riding out your orgasm until your thighs are shaking from overstimulation. He pulls away from you with a loud pop, taking in the sight before him.

He runs a hand up and down your thigh soothingly. “So fucked out already and we’re barely getting started, baby.”

Your mind is barely processing his words before you feel Katsuki’s erection brush against your stomach, his clothing haphazardly discarded on the floor. He taps the head of his dick against your clit to tease you, a feeling of satisfaction swelling when you cry out from under him.

He watches in fascination as strings of your arousal cling to him. He positions his length at your entrance, locking eyes with you as you hold your breath in anticipation. Katsuki likes you like this. Needy for him.

“You’re the most beautiful girl in the world, you know that?” He slips into you with a stuttered groan.

Katsuki’s always been big. You never get used to the initial stretch, no matter how many times you two fuck. Still, that doesn’t stop him from sliding in with ease from the slick of your last orgasm. It easily coats his cock as he gives a few experimental thrusts. He groans in rapture. How do you manage to feel so good every time? It’s enough to drive him insane. Perhaps he already is.

“So fucking perfect, no wonder why all those losers want you.” He mutters out the last part, and you’re not sure if you caught that right.

“What?” He chooses not to respond, and you aren’t given the opportunity to think any further before your legs are thrown over his shoulders, Katsuki’s weight effectively pinning you in place. The stretch knocks all the wind out of your lungs, and all you can do is cling to Katsuki, nails leaving red, angry lines on his well-defined back.

He wastes no time before he starts drilling into you, hips slotting in between your legs perfectly. The position has him pressed against your clit, and your entire body feels like it’s been set ablaze, with Katsuki holding both the power to have it burn even brighter and the ability to extinguish it. And you’re almost there, you can feel your soul slowly ascending, your room filled with hymns of pleasure, the coil in your stomach winding tighter and tighter, threatening to unravel along with your sanity. Katsuki can feel it too— the way you’re squeezing him tighter, how your gasps and moans have climbed just a note higher, how absolutely ruined you look, how he’s responsible for your current state. Which is exactly why he wants to push it even further, he wants to see how much you’ll break for him— and only him.

Katsuki cuts you off right before you can reach your peak, pulling out but making sure just his tip is inserted. You come to and take a look at your lover and marvel at the sight. He has a crazed look in his eyes. The way he smirks is absolutely wicked.

You feel distraught— having been so close but having it ripped away from you. You give your boyfriend a petulant pout.

“Katsuki,” you whine, slapping a hand against his sweaty chest, “Why’d you stop? I was so close!”

“Because I didn’t want you to cum yet,” he says simply. “You’ll be good for me, yeah? I’ll give my baby what she deserves, as long as she’s good.”

You roll your eyes, huffing. That won’t do for him.

As much as he loves seeing you indulge, he feels a need to punish you— at least a little bit to even begin to atone for being the wicked temptress you are.

“Don’t be a fuckin’ brat,” Bakugo growls, gripping your face with one hand, squishing your cheeks, causing your lips to purse slightly. “I said be good, okay? Wanna take my time with you.”

There’s a moment of respite, until you sigh in defeat, knowing better than to argue with him lest you wanted to dig your own grave. “‘Kay, ‘ki.”

He flashes you a smile. Obedient, just how he likes you. “Good girl.”

Katsuki draws his hips back, thrusting just enough to fuck his tip into you. He’s teasing. The amount of willpower on his end it takes not to cum is nauseating.

“You’re so pretty, aren’t you?” he rasps, one hand finding their way around your neck, squeezing just enough to make your head spin. Your hands reflexively grab his wrist.

All you can manage is a fucked out moan. Katsuki has to resist the urge to coo, about how he’s managed to turn you into a cockdrunk mess in such a short matter of time. The wave of possessiveness that’s been gnawing at the depths of his soul begins to seep out, and he’s reminded of the reason why the two of you are in this position in the first place.

He gives your throat another squeeze and a rough slap to your clit. “C’mon princess, answer me. Say it.” He slowly adds more and more pressure until your ears grow hot and air feels like a precious commodity.

“I-i’m pretty,” you manage to gasp out, tears spilling from your lash line as you begin to lose yourself between the space of pleasure and pain.

Good. Always so pliant for him.

“That’s right, baby,” he concedes. “So fuckin’ beautiful.” He punctuates the last word with a deep thrust, right against that spongy spot that feels so good. You’re so sensitive that it’s enough to send you spiraling into your second orgasm, walls spasming around him uncontrollably.

Katsuki stills, staving off his own release with all the restraint he can summon. He silently thanks whatever divine forces are out there that he didn’t cum the minute he felt the first clench of your orgasm.

He grits his teeth as he wills himself to move, trying not to get lost in the wetness that envelops him. You’re babbling now, senseless moans filling Katsuki’s ears like a sweet melody.

“Kats, please, I’m too sensitive—” You’re shaking now, muscles trembling with every thrust.

“But I’m not done with you yet,” he says simply, drawing his hips back with a particularly rough thrust. You choke back whatever you were going to say with a loud cry. “What’s your color, baby?”

You take a moment to answer, brain trying to comprehend the words just uttered to you. You look at Katsuki firmly, “Green.”

“Atta girl,” he praises, the drive of his hips beginning to shallow. He’s close, and he doesn’t know how much longer he can hold out. But for you, he tries. “You’re mine, right?”

“Yes,” you breathe out, shivering as goosebumps dance across your skin.

“Say it,” Katsuki pleads, thrusts growing sloppy by the second. “Say you’re mine.”

“I’m all yours, ‘ki.”

With that, Katsuki’s fate is sealed. He’s left groaning as a flash of pleasure shakes his very soul, filling you up with so much cum that it dribbles onto the mattress even while he’s still inside you. You follow suit, an embarrassingly obscene rhythm of squelching noises fill the silence as you spasm around his dick. He collapses on top of you, but he’s still coherent enough to not dump all his weight on you.

Your labored breaths fill the room as the two of you come to. Katsuki pulls out of you with a wince, still a bit sensitive. He gives you a peck on the lips before he drags himself down, settling in between your legs much like he was earlier.

You tense up, “Kats, wait—”

Any and all protests cease the moment Bakugo works his tongue inside of you, slurping lewdly as he drags out the mixture of your cum and his, swallowing. He tries not to stimulate your puffy clit in an attempt to be merciful, but you still feel yourself steadily climbing to what would be your fourth orgasm this session. While the past three have been intense and drowning, this one comes to you in waves, dull pleasure invading your senses as Katsuki continues to eat you out to clean you up.

He pulls away when you finish, your slick and his saliva coating his chin before he wipes it off on the back of his hand. You stare at his half-hard erection with a half concerned, half quizzical look. “Do you…” you lick your lips, “need help with that? I’m a little sensitive down there but I could use my mout—”

“Nah, I’m good babe,” he says earnestly, flashing you a smile that he only ever shows around you. “I’ll be back.” With that, your boyfriend leaves the room only to come back with a bottle of water.

“Drink.” You comply, finishing half the bottle graciously before handing it to him. He downs the rest before he settles next to you on the bed, laying on his side. You mirror him, shifting your body so that you’re both facing each other.

Katsuki reaches out, finger idly tracing random shapes and lines onto the bare skin on your hip. He has a pensive look on his face, one that he usually doesn’t hold after stolen moments like this; it’s an expression he wears when he’s in deep thought.

“Baby,” you call out. His eyes snap to yours, eyebrows raised.

“Yeah?”

“Whatcha thinking about?” You watch as a hesitant look flashes across your boyfriend’s face before he shakes his head.

“S’nothin’. Just thinkin’ about us two.” He speaks lightly. It’s always been difficult for him to voice his inner thoughts and feelings, so he tends to beat around the bush. You’ve learned that if you ever want something out of him, you’d have to pry a little. Katsuki always indulges you though.

“What about us?”

“Do you- do you think you’ll ever get tired of this?” He repeats himself, clearing his throat. The question is followed by a weaker, “...of me?”

You think it’s the most ridiculous question he’s ever asked, because the answer should be obvious. “I’d never get tired of you, Katsuki. I love you so much.”

“I love you too,” he replies automatically, “but if I ever do anything that upsets you, or if I get too much for you, or if I—” he’s rambling now. Yes, it’s difficult for Katsuki to talk about his feelings, but once you manage to get him to open up, all the walls of his self-made fortress come crashing down and it’s up to you to pick up the pieces.

“Baby,” you giggle, pressing a kiss to his lips, cupping his sharp jaw with one hand. “Look at me.” And he does— ruby eyes meeting yours. “I love you because you’re you. And I choose to be with you everyday. It’s not always gonna be perfect, no relationship is. But I know that I will always wake up and choose you.”

You can see the anxiety melt away from Katsuki’s body, shoulders slumping as he lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding.

“Love you too, sap,” is all he says before he’s pulling you against his chest, squeezing you into a bearhug. You two stay that way until both of you are lulled to sleep.

You’re laying in bed with Katsuki, both of you dozing off when you hear a slight buzz from your phone on the nightstand. You squint as you try to read the notification, and make out that it’s from your friend.

Denki Kaminari: So did it work?

You bite the inside of your cheek to stop yourself from laughing, giving a quick glance over your shoulder to check on your boyfriend— fast asleep. You turn back to your phone, your thumbs making quick work at your keyboard.

You: Just like I said it would. Thanks Denki :)

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