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explosion-island · 8 hours
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Heroes get tired too.
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boomgubbins · 4 months
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Traveling
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gojosprettyprincess · 16 days
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A/n About mha but there's so many jjk characters I feel like would do this :3 so sorry for any errors.
Thinking about having a Pro-hero boyfriend that everyone loves, they adore him, he's just so sweet and kind yk?, literally would do anything to protect the civilians, helping people and saving them from villains. Practically risking his life every single day for others with a smile plastered on his face. Everyone looks at him with pure adoration and honor.
But behind closed doors when he's with you, he's not so nice and sweet when he has your body folded in a mating press, heavy balls slapping against your asshole as he's stabbing his cock into you in a reckless pace that has your cunt gushing and creaming all over his length, he makes sure that he's balls deep buried into your cunt to the hilt with every hard thrust. Every. Single. Time, when he's frustrated because of work, whether it's because a villain got away or he didn't get to save a civilian, he takes it all out on your poor cunt as soon he gets home, he doesn't waste a second. He doesn't even bother getting his hero costume completely off before he's rutting his hard cock into your tight hole, splitting it in two around him while he's stretching you apart.
He thrusts himself so fucking hard into you that he might almost break you one day because of how reckless he is with your poor little body, training and working out is a serious thing for him so him being so fucking bigger and stronger than you, even than a normal man is no surprise, matter a fact he practically has the body of a fucking Greek God so manhandling you into whatever fucking position he felt like bullying his cock into you in and fucking you stupid in, wasn’t that difficult for him at all.
He loves having his way with you, it's almost sadistic how he laughs and mocks you every time he has you blabbering a bunch of nonsense on his thick cock with fat tears leaking out your eyes, big strong arms flexing against you, displaying his ripped muscles while he's holding your body effortlessly as he's fucking you in full nelson, your pathetic little babbles and moans filling his ears as he's licking your tears away. Hell, he'd even have you screaming his Hero name while he has your filthy cunt making a mess all over his cock.
And Oh there's no words to describe how much he loves making you nervous and teasing you whether it's circling his thumb over your asshole, and poking it ever so slightly so he can hear the shifting of your moans, making you overthink that he's going to force his thumb inside of you, then he just chuckles and moves his thumb towards your clit to rub sloppy circles on the sensitive bud. Or whispering a bunch of nasty shit to your ear while he's ruining you because he knows how much that shit drives you crazy.
"Fucking hell I'm gonna ruin you, gonna reshape this cunt to the size of my cock so it could be perfect just for me, you get that? You belong to me".
"Such a good little cumslut f'me aren't ya baby? so fucking warm and tight for my cock".
"Fuckkk princess no one can fucking ruin this cunt like I can, your daddy's one of the best fucking heroes, only I can fuck you this good and stupid, yeah?"
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peterokii · 25 days
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sticker sheet
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blondieeu · 1 month
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hold on. bakugou k.
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katsuki who has worked harder than any other pro hero to get to where he is today. so when he gets called for the "#1 Hero Award" at Japan's Pro Hero grammys he's winded.
ring sparkling on his finger while he blinks away small tears at the microphone before beginning his acceptance speech.
"first of all, i'd like to thank my wife"
and everyone in the room turns to look at you and smile. you could even feel your face getting a little hot from so much attention.
"so many times i jus' wanted to quit and she slapped my ass back in place."
the crowd laughed, bakugou sharing a smile in the moment. One of the first real, genuine smiles they'd seen from him in all his years of being famous.
"thank you all for this reward, i will continue to try my best to be Japans best Pro Hero!"
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like this one? check out pyrimids.
blondieeu xx
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redth0t · 9 months
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mannn i love this sm
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eggsdrawings · 4 months
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recipe for disaster 💥
read from left to right!
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crushmeeren · 4 months
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🍓Kirishima SFW & NSFW Headcannons
Everyone involved in this fic is aged up/18+; continue scrolling or block if you aren’t into it
Warnings; daddy kink, praise kink, rough sex, hair pulling, mentions of choking, throat fucking, pussy eating, vaginal sex, Kirishima spits into readers mouth and you swallow that shit happily, cream pie, sweet aftercare, sleepy sex
Note; I’m in love with Kirishima, I’ve been writing a lot of headcannons lately but I simply could not resist the urge to write about the overgrown puppy that is Kirishima. Enjoy this meal with me 🍓
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Eijirou who is the actual human embodiment of a ray of sunshine (he is the definition of golden retriever energy—you know if he had a tail it would wag non stop, definitely smacking the shit out of you)
Eijirou who you met for the first at the gym—you were uncomfortable & unsure of what you were doing when this mountain of a man with bright ass red hair came up to you so shy and explained how to back squat without hurting yourself (this fucker had the sweetest smile, despite his sharp teeth—but Jesus Mother Mary & Joseph—you thought you would fall to your knees just looking at him)
Eijirou who stuttered and turned pink every time you asked him to be your spotter whenever you saw him at the gym, until finally he asked for your number (you were gonna ask for his if he didn’t do it first—you definitely did not fist pump afterwards)
Eijirou who is a heart stopping amount of stacked, but is the biggest softie you have ever met, who gets overly excited to play with your dog-wrestling with him and cuddling him (you swear your dog now loves Eiji more than you, ever since you moved in together they’re two peas in a pod- much to your chagrin)
Eijirou who is really smart — okay maybe not top dog when it comes to book smart but he is street smart and exceptional at reading people, who always knows how you’re feeling even when you don’t say anything (it’s always a relief that he can tell when you don’t feel like talking)
Eijirou who is oblivious to how he looks, who has a shit ton of of instagram followers—not because he tries, no it’s because he started posting pictures of himself at the gym just for fun and unbeknownst to him everything he posts is like a goddamn thirst trap (he only realizes after you point it out because you’re starting to get jealous of all the comments but he always says he only has eyes for you)
Eijirou who almost never says no to you, who always goes with the flow, an easy smile lighting up his face, who lets you pick out the movie for date night more often than not (you make sure to pick something he likes anyways)
Eijirou who really likes cherry twizzlers, who has literal hearts in his eyes whenever you buy him a pack every Friday (he coos adorably at you when you hand him the bag saying you’re so sweet to me pretty girl, I love you so much! How did I get so lucky??), who shares them with you anyways
Eijirou who loves to wear athletic clothes—but also likes to dress punk?? (he’s very diverse), who has his ears pierced (two on each lobe), who looks otherworldly when he wears nicer outfits (you definitely make the joke about his clothes looking better on your floor)
Eijirou who is best friends with Katsuki, (you’ve shockingly been able to become close to him as well), who often plays video games online with his friends (Katsuki, Denki, Sero, also Izuku & Shouto), who likes it when you sit on the floor between his legs while he plays
Eijirou who purrs like a cat when you scratch his scalp whenever his hair is down, who lays his head in your lap while you watch TV so you can continue to play with his hair, who falls asleep halfway through the movie because he feels too relaxed
Eijirou whose presence is calming and friendly, who makes you feel safe, who everyone likes (you’ve never heard a bad word said about him—you’d curb stomp anyone who did)
Eijirou who has made you feel more loved then anyone else you’ve ever been with before, who fills your chest with a warmth so intense your eyes often sting with tears—who brings you your favorite food or drink out of blue, who makes you laugh so hard your stomach cramps (he’s the funniest motherfucker you know)
Eijirou who has become your other half, like a limb you didn’t realize was missing all this time, who becomes your husband, who becomes the father of your children, who you share a love with that only comes once every five life times (you know you’ll never love anyone else no matter what comes your way)
🍓NSFW Headcannons Below🍓
Eijirou who kisses you so softly, lips sliding with yours lazily as he lets out little sighs, thumbs slipping under your shirt to tease the smooth skin over your hip bones as you straddle him—until he lets his sharp teeth snag on your bottom lip, chomping into the flesh there, wrenching a startled gasp out of you (he sucks on it apologetically afterwards)
Eijirou who has a thing for letting you dry hump him (while you’re both still clothed), head thumping back on the couch cushion, fingers tight on your waist, flushing, groaning, eyes fluttering shut as he helps you drag your clit back and forth over his cock—dick throbbing painfully from the friction through his jeans
Eijirou who has a switch that flips once he gets to a certain level of aroused, who tosses you onto the bed effortlessly, caging you between his arms, who grips your jaw tightly —forcing it to pop open (he spits possessively into your mouth, telling you to swallow it baby girl, which you do gladly)
Eijirou who loves the feel of your hot, wet mouth sucking his cock, who gets you sitting on your calves on the floor, back against the mattress as his fingers hold the back of your head in place, so he can fuck your throat, who keeps one knee up on the bed next to your head as he thrusts, groin tightening when you look at him with teary eyes (he murmurs lowly baby girl s’good at sucking daddys cock aren’t you? —Your pussy drools)
Eijirou who eats your pussy from behind, soft tongue consistently licking at your clit, fingers stretching your pussy as your face is shoved into the sheets, ass in the air for him, your belly flutters warmly as he smacks your ass with his free hand (it doesn’t take you long to cum like this)
Eijirou whose cock is thick, and you’re talking thick thick, enough that he has to get you dripping before he can get his dick wet (but you love it, the stretch is almost an overwhelming pleasure)
Eijirou who has a daddy kink, who makes you beg for his cock when he has you folded in half—knees almost touching your ears, he teases your pussy with his tip telling you condescendingly you gotta ask daddy nicely if you want to be split open sweetheart (you absolutely do sob daddy please)
Eijirou whose chest gets slick with sweat (hair always falling from its spiky position when you start to go at it), whose moans raise in pitch when he can feel your nipples slipping over & over on his pecs as he fucks you, the sensation making pleasure blister through your limbs, pussy fluttering which makes Eijirou cry out
Eijirou who has a filthy deep stroke, who pants & whispers toe curling praise in your ear but fucks you like he’s trying to carve out your guts, you weave your fingers through his hair, tugging sharply as he moves, (pussy s’good to me sweet thing, daddy loves fucking you, such a tight little thing)
Eijirou who growls under his breath when he fucks you from behind, sliding his cock back in your pussy all the way to the root, forcing a choked sob out of you, who is brutal from the get go, pelvis smacking wetly against yours
Eijirou who makes you cum instantly, wailing please daddy just like that! when he threads his fingers through your hair, forcing your neck back at a sharp angle, activating his quirk just enough on his left hand so he can leave bruises on your hip (oh? right there angel? that was a big one wasn’t it baby, so good cumming for daddy — voice dripping in your belly like honey)
Eijirou who pulls you up into his lap, back against his chest, hand around your throat as he bounces you on his cock, who makes your back arch as he bites on your shoulder, whining lowly as he cums, whose cock you can feel pulsing as his sticky release fills you up (fuck daddy, love when you cum in me — that makes his eyes roll back)
Eijirou who has you limping to the shower afterwards, but he washes your body, rubs your lower back, who tells you how much he loves you as he carries you back to the bed in a towel, who makes you giggle as he pokes your ribs when you change into one of his large T-shirts
Eijirou whose face you pepper with kisses when he climbs into the bed with you, who lets you wake him up in the middle of the night to ride him sweet and slow, foreheads pressed together, breathing the same air, limbs heavy with sleep, who cradles you against his chest when you eventually fall back asleep
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chaiiskindagross · 5 months
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train ride home part two. part one.
bullies! kiribaku x fem! afab! reader
warnings: bullying, fem reader, afab reader, reader's got a coochie, cunt/cunny/pussy is used, pet names used are pretty, princess, pebble, mlm, kiribaku is heavy, baku is mean and rough, kiri is patronizing and passive, cum swapping through oral, oral (m! & f! receiving), kissing, kiribaku kiss, dubcon if ya squint, nonspecific body type or skin color
notes: happy halloween, a second part to the nastiness I posted last year was requested and I finally got around to writin' somethin'... it's gross so be warned.
YET again, you were avoiding the duo, not wanting to face them after the incident on the train. As soon as you got home, you took a shameful shower, rinsing the sweat and cum from your body. If you truly hadn't liked what they'd done to you, surely you'd be crying or feeling more upset, but instead, you were wondering when was the next time they'd jump your bones.
For the next three days, you stayed home, not ready to face the two who had your feelings in a twist. But alas, you couldn't stay feigning sick forever, your classes and professors forcing you to get back on campus. You could only stay away for so long without some actual excuse onto why you couldn't attend classes, you were paying for these classes after all.
Today was Halloween, a fun holiday for dressing up, getting candy, and maybe even getting drunk if you were of age. You'd went for something basic but still on theme with festivity— angel wings and a fake halo, as well as a white sweater and matching white pleated skirt. An angel. Simple, easy, and effective. You hurriedly walked through the campus, eager to get to the safety of your very first class, which you thankfully didn't have with your bullies. The same couldn't be said about your second period, unfortunately.
If that wasn't bad enough, it seemed like your class that usually drug on for way too long, seemed to fly by and fast you, bringing on an urgent sense of doom. And by the time you were being dismissed by your professor, you almost seemed to be suffering from whiplash, brows bunched as you looked around to see people packed up and leaving. Glancing down at your own laptop, notebook, and pen, you slowly packed up as well and stood. Once you stood up, you couldn't ignore the slight buckle of your knees as you squeezed one of the straps on your bag, debating on whether or not you wanted to speed walk to your next class using the quickest route or did you want to duck and around and go the back way.
Unfortunately, there wasn't a need for either.
The impending doom was immediate when you stepped out of the classroom, greeted by a wide chest adorned in a red t-shirt and black, white, and gold varsity jacket. Slowly, you looked up, meeting the gaze of Kirishima, instantly bringing on a wave of anxiety, or perhaps it was excitement...
There was fake blood on his face and 'knife' through his head headband, looking as though he'd been impaled by a machete through the brain.
"Hey angel, where ya been the last couple days? I missed ya."
Out of habit, you looked from his face and then to the area around him, looking for his partner. He caught onto your confused expression, grinning from ear to ear as he answered your unasked question. "Bakubro got caught up with Mr. Aizawa. Don't worry about him, he'll come around later. 's just you and I right now. Ya look cute." He stepped back afterwards and let you take a shakey step forward, only to have him throw one of his beefy arms around your shoulders. Taking the lead, he began to walk, moving slow enough that you wouldn't be dragged along. "Never answered my question. Didja come down with the flu or somethin' after gettin' home?"
"... no. I just had some work to catch up on."
You surprised yourself by not stuttering, but your voice was still low, sounding almost shy as you focused on the ground, inadvertently trusting the big red lug to guide you in the right direction.
"Oh yeah? Cause if I didn't know any better, I'd think ya were avoidin' us— avoidin' me again. But that can't be right, can it, pretty?"
Something about his question held a threatening tone despite being said in an 'innocent' tone. You had to stop yourself from shuddering at his words, only being able to shake your head slowly, not wanting to face the redhead's wrath again. That seemed to please him, his hand squeezing your shoulder in an affirmative way.
"Good girl."
...
The angel and murdered jock, what a combination. The two of you look cute almost, walking so close together, side by side. Kiri's arm has moved from your shoulders down to wrap around your waist, big hand resting on your hip as he guides you along almost as if he thought you'd wander off without him. Your silent as you walk alongside him and he's greeting everyone who looks his way, flashing that big, deadly, friendly smile. Eventually, he leads you to the class you have with the two of them and Kiri released you, allowing you to walk quickly on your own to your usual seat in the middle row, he's obviously hot on your tail as he plops down in one of the seats beside you, an empty one on your other side.
The professor for this course has yet to show up, giving students ample time to lollygag and chat, which he does, but people come up to talk to him, offering him compliments on his costume, which he dishes back with a grin. As he's talking, his hand has slipped into your lap and holds onto your thigh, grounding you in your seat as you begin to unpack the things you need for the class, chewing nervously on your lip. You drown out the conversation happening beside you and try not focus on the hand that nearly dwarfs your thigh, deciding to focus solely on what's in front of you.
About five minutes pass before another familiar face walks into the classroom, causing your shoulders to sag when carmine eyes meet yours.
He's dressed like the devil.
Or more than likely— Mina slapped a headband with horns on his head to make him more 'festive.'
How fitting.
The blond silently stalks his way towards you and Kiri, you three have a seating arrangement of sorts that no one outside of yourself ever seems to question. He slips behind Kiri, huffing when his friend greets him and finds his place in the seat on your other side, sitting and silently taking out his own things. Despite being a troublemaker, he was eerily diligent, the smartest in your class.
And as soon as the professor walked into the classroom, Bakugou snapped his teeth and silently glared at Kiri, who seemed to smile bashfully as he quieted down, turning his gaze forward, taking just a moment to remove his hand from your thigh to take out his own things— a notebook and pen.
Kiri would more than likely do more doodling than note-taking, but he often remembered the important things. Most times he didn't seem to be paying attention, but it was actually the opposite, having grown from his High School self, he learned to be much more attentive to his surroundings in case of eminent danger.
When classes began, you were thankful that neither of the men you were sitting between were paying close attention to you, even if Kiri's eyes seemed to wander from boredom every couple of minutes. If there was one thing you could thankful for, it was that Bakugou was very serious about being the best— especially in class, and with that happening, he kept himself and Kiri in check... The same couldn't be said when classes ended, however.
"Pack it up you two. We've got somewhere to go." You were informed, causing you to look puzzled as Bakugou packed away his things after speaking, Kiri was diligently doing the same, a slight smirk on his face.
"Where are we going?" You asked, though you were hurriedly packing up your things in an absent-minded yet obedient manner.
Swinging his backpack onto his shoulder, Bakugou held one of the straps and stared blankly at you whilst replying, "You'll see."
The three of you, ultimately left the classroom and were on your way— once again, Kiri had his arm wrapped back around your waist while the two of you trailed behind Bakugou who seemed to be on a mission. As you walked, still being held captive by the redhead beside you, you glanced around, hoping to catch someone's eye, but the area you were walking to was in the direction of a building currently under renovation. It didn't take long for you to piece the clues together, causing you to halt your steps, forcing Kiri to stop in his tracks as well.
"What's wrong, pretty? Scared?"
"Tell me where we're going." You boldly stated, glaring up at Kiri and then noticed Bakugou has stopped walking as well, turning to scowl at the two of you. He then stepped towards you, hand shoved into his pocket as he glared down at you. "Didn't I tell you you'd find out when we get there? You're testin' my fuckin' patience." He leaned forward slightly, tucking a finger under your chin to lift it, forcing your eyes to meet. "'less ya wanna get your surprise right here where anyone and everyone can see. It'll turn out worse than our lil' train fun."
Whatever he was insinuating made you shudder, eyes nearly bulging out of your skull while your thighs unconsciously rubbed together. Bakugou caught sight of your movements, smirking as he released your chin, realizing that his words had struck all the right nerves.
Why were you following him so blindly?
Why were you feeling excited about what was coming next?
...
It was silent in the building, obviously no one was permitted yet the three of you were still able to easily enter, making your way into a classroom that was being remodeled for future courses. The boys were quick to drop their things.
"So, where were ya for the last three days, princess?"
Bakugou's voice caused the hair on the back of your neck to stand up, watching as he sat down at one of the desks, crossing one leg over the other, crossing his arms over his chest in weight of your answer. You looked towards Kiri, almost begging him to answer on your behalf, but Kiri was far too busy checking out of the super techy desk, fiddling with buttons and what not.
Gulping, you stared at the floor, avoiding the blond's gaze, but he wasn't letting you shy away. "Eh? What was that? Come a lil' closer and tell me."
The demanding tone made your feet move purely out of instinct as you shuffled towards him, fake angel wings flapping with your hurried movements. Once you were within reach, you were tugged down onto his lap, earning a yelp from you as you were forced to sit in his lap, facing him as he gripped onto your hips, your hands moving to press against his chest to keep yourself balanced.
"... I had some work to catch up..."
You whispered in a shy, mousey tone, looking down at his chin instead of his eyes. Since you weren't looking at his face directly, the inquisitive look on his face was missed.
"Oh yeah? Welp, you've got some shit to catch up on with your two favorite people."
He grinned, suddenly lifting and dropping his legs, causing your body to bounce involuntarily. You grabbed at the front of his shirt, finally looking at his face as he continued to grin deviously at you, the horns atop his head seeming to blend perfectly with his personality.
Ringed fingers moved to your thighs, slipping under your skirt to fiddle with your panties, pulling at the stretchy material as if he were messing with a fidget toy. "Y'know, 'cause of you missin' all those days, shitty hair's been havin' to take your place. Ya should been thankin' him."
You glanced in Kiri's direction, confused by what Bakugou meant, that was until you noticed the burly man had a slight limp in his walk. Putting two and two together had your face burning up, gaze snapping back to Bakugou's face. You had your suspicions about the two of them, many people on campus did, but now you had confirmation. You were unsure of how to feel about it, causing you to nibble on your lip while fidgeting with the bottom of your top.
Snap.
You nearly jumped into the air when the front of your panties snapped, the impact on your mound was light but got your attention, just as he wanted.
"Take 'em off. Won't need 'em."
Just like all the other times leading to this moment, you obeyed, already embarassingly wet from the confession you'd heard just a few seconds prior.
You stand up and begin to tug down your panties while Bakugou stood up, "Shitty hair. Gimme your jacket."
Kiri followed his comrade's commands and took his varsity jacket off, tossing it in Bakugou's direction, which he easily caught, dropping it onto the floor in front of him.
Looking down at the jacket and then at Bakugou, you raised an eyebrow, holding your panties in one hand, which the blond reached forward and grabbed from you, tucking them into his back pocket.
"On your knees, princess."
You look up at him, blindly following his words as you got on your knees, using Kiri's jacket to cushion your knees from the tiled floor. As soon as you're in front of him, he undoes his pants, tugging them down and revealing a pair of umber boxers.
He looks down at you afterwards rather expectedly, figuring you'd get the memo, which you did.
Shakily, you reached up, carefully tucking your fingers under the band of his boxers and slowly start to tug them down his thick thighs, revealing a fat, veiny shaft that you'd had inside of you just a few days prior.
He feels warm in your hand, though only half-hard, the stocky girth fitting near perfect into your hand.
"What are you? Stupid? Spit on it."
You pouted at the insult, furrowing your brows before muttering some not so nice words under your breath.
"Aye? Hell'd you just say? Say it louder. I dare you."
"I said, you're lucky I'm even holding your sorry excuse of a dick, let alone about to put my mo—"
Your dirty mouth is soon filled with cock, though it tastes like nothing, you're forced to take the entirety of it in your mouth, a hand pressed onto the back of your head to hold it in place.
You can't breathe.
It's too much.
You whimper against the flesh in your mouth, quickly slapping at Bakugou's lap, trying to tap out, gagging as the mushroom tip hits the back of your unprepared throat.
He holds you there for a few seconds longer until your eyes water before he lets you up, watching as you yank yourself away from him and have a coughing fit, lightly beating on your chest.
"I try to be nice, but you keep pushin' my fuckin' buttons, princess."
The venom he says the pet name has you even more docile than ever, slowly ceasing your coughing fit as you look up at him through blurred vision. He stares back down at you, gripping his cock and stroking it as if he's disappointed in you.
"Bakubro... be careful with her. Don't break her before the fun even begins."
"Shut your fuckin' mouth before I shut it for ya, Kirishima."
The taller of the two throws his hands up in defense, taking a few steps back at the man's threat, Bakugou's gaze then shifts back to you, hand still stroking at his shaft.
"You gonna be good f'me or what?"
A few quiet sniffles later, you slowly nod your head and he releases himself, watching as you replace his hand with your own. You get to work, using your slobber as lube, jerking him off at a slow pace, sucking on the part that you're able to fit in your mouth.
As you're sucking him off like a good little whore, he beckons Kiri over with a wordless motion of his finger, and before you know it— Bakugou pulls Kiri down by the front of his shirt and kisses him with enough passion and intent that it has you clenching around nothing. Whilst your mouth and hand are busy, your eyes are focusing on the picture in front of you— Kiri is nearly leaned over to reach Bakugou's height, mouth being dominanted by the blond while he lets out a few wanton grunts. The dick in your mouth and hand seems to throb, a few of his own pleasured noises slipping as they continue to suck face.
The kiss is so intimate and mesmerizing that you almost feel left out, mouth still working on its own as you watch them. Suddenly, a surge of determination is blinding your previous irritation, the want to be included only amplifying your whorish behavior.
Hollowing your cheeks, you start to suck as much of Bakugou's cock as you possibly can, harsh slurping noises being loud enough that it would surely echo throughout the empty building.
This earns a breathy moan from the blond at your actions, consequently making him suck a little harder onto Kiri's tongue, a glorious harmony of grunts and sucking putting Bethoven to shame.
Your actions soon bear fruit as Bakugou soon nears his release, signaled by him pulling away from Kiri's lips and groaning, resting a hand on top of your head as he lets you go on.
"Fuck... close. Ei— get ready."
His words confuse you but you have no time to ponder, Bakugou nearly hunches over you as he cums, a hefty load unleashing into your mouth as you stop sucking, dropping your hand and letting him empty himself with ease.
When he's finished, he lets you go, releasing your head as he motions for Kiri to move.
You're a bit dazed, cum still in your mouth, but you're soon answered when Kiri's got you in his hold, and like deja vu his hand is on your jaw, but this time he isn't squeezing.
He guides your face to his and grins.
"You gonna share with me, pebble?"
He answers for you, smashing his lips against yours, prying your mouth open with an eager tongue.
Never in a million years did you ever consider the possibility of swapping Bakugou's cum in a kiss with Kirishima... Was it bad that you kinda liked it?
You allowed him to steal some of the cum from your mouth, reaching up to tangle your fingers up into his hair while your spectator watches, slowly pumping his cock and riding out his high.
Letting the redhead take majority of the cum from your mouth, you find yourself drooling as he pulls away, smirking at your fucked out face, delirious and panting. Kiri pats your head while licking the spit and cum off his lips, "Good girl.~ You did well. You've earned a reward. Don'tcha think so, Kat'?"
The blond groans in response, already tucking himself back into his pants, taking a step aside. Yet again, you're confused, but then Kiri stands up, offering you a hand, which you carefully take, letting him stand you back up on your feet.
"Sit on the desk for me, mamas. Wanna see that pretty pussy o' yours. Bet it's soaked by now." He instructs, looking behind you, almost like he was trying to catch a glimpse of you.
Suddenly bubbling with anticipation, you do just as what's asked of you, planting your bare ass on the cold desk, already feeling goosebumps on your skin. And just as he's predicted, you're soaked, nearly making a puddle on the desk beneath you.
"Tch. You got off on just a lil' dick suckin'? Ya really are a whore."
Shutting your legs in defiance, frowning at Bakugou's words, Kiri clicks his tongue. "Bro. Be nice. She's been good for us. Don't listen to him, pebble. Lemme see that pretty girl, I know she's missed me." He urges, tapping your knees.
You slowly open your legs, looking at Kiri, secretly wanting more praise.
He whistles in approval, grabbing up a chair to take a seat in it as if he's about to be fully engrossed in a lecture on the secrets of the universe. Bakugou soon joins him, pulling up a chair as well, and suddenly your shy, ready to close your legs back up again but are blocked by the head suddenly between your legs, red hair being the only thing in your sights.
A rough lick right up your slit had your eyes fluttering, body shuttering as you grabbed at the man's hair. He starts off gentle, giving you a pleasure you'd never felt before in your life, his fat tongue fondling your folds and lapping at your clit. But then he begins to devour you, covering the entirety of your cunt with his open mouth, rapidly lapping up your slit, your clitoris being lashed at as an afterthought. Kiri has you trembling and crying out, back arching off of the desk, the monitor on it seeming to spasm just as much as your thighs were.
This time it's Bakugou's turn to watch, silently enjoying the frontrow seat to the show. Kiri only seems to get more ravenous with you, hooking his arms under your knees and putting your legs over his shoulders.
A few orgasms later and someone's feeling left out.
"Aye. Quit hoggin', damn brute."
Unhooking your legs from his shoulders, Kiri pulls away, his mouth and the area around his mouth wet with your juices as he glares at his partner in crime. "No one's hoggin' anything. Be fuckin' forreal."
Bakugou scoffs at Kiri, attempting to shove his partner aside, which does nothing to move the mountain of a man.
The two of them then stare at each other as you lay sprawled out on your back, not even paying attention to the piss off that was going on between your legs.
That was until you felt a hand on each of your inner thighs, and then the feeling of stretching, your legs being spread to the point of a near split. You gasp in surprise, mystified by the sight in front of you before you're tossing your head back, breath hitching as you're overtaken by— not one, but /two/ hungry tongues, the sound of the metal chair legs clanking together being the last thing on your mind.
Your bullies are seemingly pushing each other like puppies to a food bowl, trying to get a taste of you. It's an absolute mess (almost as messy as your sloppy cunt) as they childishly wrestle with another, using your cunny as their prize. It felt like their tongues were everywhere thrashing muscle flicking at your sensitive bits with desperate and lustful purpose. Not only are they making out with your pussy, they're making out with each other yet again, your mound being caught in the crossfire of a passionate competition. Their tongues are opposing forces and your poor cunt is the battlefield, your sanity is just an innocent bystander.
With their joined forces, another orgasm is forced from you.
And then another.
And then another...
When did you start crying again?
What kind of new form of bullying was this?
"Too much... Too much, please...! Break!"
You push at the two heads between your legs, trying to scoot backwards on the desk, wanting to escape their battle, but you're trapped by their hands, both of them have a grip on you that's keeping you in place.
Kiri is the one to answer, finally pulling away a little, panting and huffing hot air on your skin. "Just a couple more for us, pebble. Can't get enough of ya." He then dives back in, making you let out a strangled moan, becoming weaker and weaker with each lick. It's taking everything in you not to scream to the heavens or dig smileys into their scalps.
By the time they've had their fill, leaning away from you and letting go of your legs, they're wiping their faces with the back of their hands and discussing lunch plans.
"Hm. Kinda want a salad."
"You? A salad? Something gotten into ya, hair for brains?"
"Pffft. What? I can't have some leafy greens every once in a while?"
"Not like you. You're basically a carnivore."
As they converse, Kiri picks up his jacket from the door and swings it around to get the dust off before sliding it back on. Bakugou is grabbing up your backpack and his own, rolling his eyes as the conversation continues, which seems more like bickering.
You lay on the desk, dazed, staring at the ceiling as your chest rises and falls, heaving breath serving as background noise. The two of them are still talking but also seem to be waiting for you, and it takes you some time to find your strength again, carefully lifting yourself up to sit, eyeing the two who'd turned you into this mess in the first place.
Eventually, you slid off the desk on wobbly legs, gripping the desk for support.
Finally noticing that you were ready to get going, Bakugou grunted.
"Get up, no one's carrying you around. Hurry it up, princess. Shitty hair's gonna eat us both if he doesn't eat somethin' else soon."
"Can I have my panties back...?"
"Hm... Let me think about it.... No."
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kaidabakugou · 1 year
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y’all already know i need to make it you guy’s problem as well when i’m sick so here you go :)
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i love the idea of eijirou threatening you with telling on you to katsuki when you want to ignore your health
just imagine being sick or on the early stages of catching a cold when your nose is congested and you’re sneezing here and there but you have places to be and things to do so you just take some medicine and make your way downstairs to the kitchen where eijirou is making a quick to-go breakfast for you
but once he hears your groggy voice, heavier than your usual morning voice when you have to be out of the house this early, he’s immediately reaching for you a drowning you in questions to figure out what’s wrong
his lips getting all pouty and concern written all over his face when you shrug him off and tell him you’re fine
“morning beautiful”, he chirps as soon as he hears you walk into the kitchen behind him, while he continues to flip and press down on the the grilled cheese on the stove
“morning”, you answer back softly, congestion evident on your voice
“hey what’s wrong?!”, turning to you as he quickly wipes off his hands on a kitchen towel before reaching for you, gently pressing the back of his hands to the sides of your neck and on your forehead to check for a fever
“it’s nothing, just a little congested that’s all”, you say as you reach up to wrap your hands around his wrists while he stares down at you worriedly, feeling the warmth radiating from your palms around him, not boiling hot but warm enough to hint you’re starting to get a fever
“you can’t go out like this”, he finally says after staring you down for a bit
“i have to, i have reports from our last mission that need to get done quickly”, you argue as you make your way around him to grab your lunch bag
“what are you gonna do when kats sees you then?”, he says, eyebrows raised as he crosses his arms against his chest while leaning against the kitchen island
“he won’t, he’ll be out on patrol all day and i clock out before him today so by the time he returns i’ll be gone”
“not if he finds out before that”
“and who’s gonna tell him”, at this point, regardless of how bad you feel, your matching eijirou’s teasing smile as you both taunt back and forth
“listen i need to get to work, whatever you do is on you, okay?” you say as you grab the last of your lunch before giving him a kiss and heading for the door
“oookayy then, whatever you say but don’t say i didn’t warn ya”, he waves you off before going back to the grilled cheese on the stove, one that was made for you but he didn’t worry about it too much considering he waited until he heard your car leave the drive way to quickly reach for his phone and hit the call button, grin on his face since he knew you’d probably be back soon enough to be able to enjoy your breakfast
and he was right, because not even 30 minutes later he could hear your car pull up on the drive way and the sounds of your fuzzy voice accompanied by the angry blonde’s bursting through the front door with you over his shoulder
stomping his way up the stairs as you made eye contact with a laughing eijirou on the couch, flipping him off before you disappeared from his sight
returning a few moments later, this time in your pjs but still over katsuki’s shoulder as he made his way towards the couch to deposit you on eijirou’s lap
“watch her while i’m gone, and don’t let her out of your sight”, katsuki grumbles before sneaking a bite of the grilled cheese waiting for you on the table
“i won’t”, eijirou laughs as he wraps his arms around your center, laughing harder when you glare up at him
pouting at katsuki next when he leans down to give you a kiss
“yeah yeah, glare at me all you want shitty woman, it’s for your own good”
sighing before retuning his kiss, the taste of the grilled cheese on his lips making you forget how annoyed you were as you looked over to grab it, taking a bite out of it as katsuki gives a kiss to eijirou before heading for the door
both of you wishing him a good day before snuggling up to each other on the couch, rolling your eyes at eiji’s smug grin and ignoring the low ‘i told you so’ that followed against your ear
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mymhameme · 6 months
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Fatgum has acquired a new favorite saying.
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farmer boy!kiri driving me insane as per usua
he’s everyone in town’s favorite guy!! big and dependable and so funny!! local housewives make it a point to wear their prettiest dresses to go and visit his stand at the local market.. but he doesn’t fall for it..
doesn’t fall for anyone until you move into town.. you work at the local bakery and sometimes visit him when the bakery needs an expedited egg delivery..
he’s so smitten with you, you’re pretty, smart and he can’t take his eyes off of you.. makes it a point to lift the heaviest things when you’re around in an effort to impress you..
little does he know how smitten you are with him.. how you purposely promote custards and egg tarts just so that your bakery needs more eggs and milk.. and you have an excuse to go see him again <3
all these meet-cutes until he finally works up the courage to ask you on a picnic.. where he lets you feel his muscles like you’ve been dying to from the start.. where he lets you take off his overalls and lifts up your skirt..
where the sun warms his and yours’ skin and where only the flowers know what happened next :3
(he ate you out and bred u <3)
18+ / fem!reader
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you’ve been dying to touch and feel his biceps for the longest time now because you’ve seen the way they tighten and turn exceptionally prominent whenever he picks up and tosses those big sacks of flour that you keep ordering for your bakery from him and him only.
he always greets you in the friendliest way possible whenever he swings by to deliver you the goods; a polite nod of his head and a warm “hey there, darlin’” never fail to make you weak in the knees. the combination of it, that’s sometimes even accompanied by a rather playful wink, turns your brain to goddamn mush. goodness, you’re so into him that it’s getting kind of absurd!
but to be fair, how couldn’t you be? he’s pure eye candy, with his sharp facial features, fiery eyes and messy hair of the exact same shade that he keeps tied back with the help of a single elastic, and that exposes the sides of his neck, as well as the nape, in the most delicious of ways.
his skin is tan and sun-kissed from many days spent working outside under the blazing sun, and his back is broad; he carries any kind of weight with seemingly no trouble at all. the faded, well worn jeans that he usually throws on whenever he drives to town make his ass and thighs look absolutely divine as they hang off his hips.
the sight of them makes you feel like a sleaze from the way they coax you to ogle at him so openly again and again. stealing glances as he moves around your little storage room where you keep all your ingredients, all you can see is his tight physique, his big hands, how appealingly thick his fingers are; coated with a thin layer of white powder coming from the flour.
he’s a working man, oftentimes dirty with sweat and grime whenever you just happen to be passing by his land and spot him coming back from the fields, but surprisingly enough, he keeps his nails clean whenever he comes to see you.
and it doesn’t stop just at the nails. even his face lacks the sheen of sweat his line of work usually tends to induce, because unbeknownst to you, he doesn’t leave the house before he scrubs it clean. his signature white t-shirts — each one usually adorned with a logo of his favourite sports team — are crisp and constantly smell of pleasant laundry detergent; like they’ve been freshly washed every single time. and if his hair just happens to be a mess that day — stubborn strands, bedhead and whatnot — he makes sure to hide it underneath his trusty baseball cap just so you don’t have to see it.
altogether, it shows that he’s trying to impress you. that he’s putting in the effort.
and that effort is almost enough to make an already smitten girl like yourself admit defeat and fold right then and there; in the storage room of your little bakery. to make you rest the flat of your palms against one of the shelves, and bend right over at the middle.
until the fat of your ass is peeking from underneath your pretty sundress, no panties in sight, and he’s got drool nearly dripping from his mouth at the discovery. until his fat cock is nice and snug, sheathed inside your soft cunt, and his heavy balls are tightening from the way you’re invitingly wiggling your hips against him and hurrying to make him all sticky and wet with your arousal so that he can slide in even further, even deeper.
just by looking at him, you know he’d fuck you nice and slow, and so deep that it’d make hearts form in your eyes right before they’d cross. quiet grunts would fill your ear, his breathing ragged as it tickles the side of your neck and cheek. his calloused hands would be warm against your hips; dusting flour over your dress and skin, and providing a steady weight that you could lean on and rest your tired body against any time you’d wish.
there’d be constant pressure in your lower belly — overhelming but the good kind nevertheless. the slapping of skin against skin, the stretch, the sweat coating both of your brows. the pounding, the pleasure, the passion that’d be so intense that you’d end up feeling it in the goddamn marrow of your bones even.
and then, the climax. the white noise and bliss as every nerve end buzzes with electricity that’s powerful but mellow at the same time. the feeling of warm cum eventually leaking from your poor little pussy, down your thighs, dripping onto the floor; causing a mess you both chuckle at whilst cleaning afterwards.
his forehead pressing against your spine as he hunches his back because of the prominent height difference and waits for his cock to slowly soften whilst it’s still inside of you, still stretching your velvety walls. your clothes sticking to your salt-riddled bodies as you attempt to catch your breaths and not say anything too brash or embarrassing to each other.
you want him to rail you and fuck your brains out in this tiny storage room so bad. he’s just such a… man. bulky and strong, simple and endlessly kind. his heart is as big as his tits are, and much like the rest of him, you can’t help but leer at them, too as the mixture of the summer heat and your baked delights turns too much for him to bare in that exact moment and he swiftly loses the crisp white t-shirt just so that he can survive it.
watching him as he throws it over his shoulder and keeps it there, you start to think that you could take such good care of him. that he could take such good care of you. you can already see it; a cozy house, a couple of kids. hard work, animals and endless love. fresh lemonade and cookies. creaky wooden furniture and movie nights on the world’s comfiest couch. domestic bliss.
he’s the type to kiss you goodbye and hello again whenever he walks through the front door.
your daydreams end abruptly when he tosses the last sack of flour onto the neat little pile and turns around to look at you with a face that’s all of a sudden vividly red like a tomato; from his neck to his forehead, from one ear to the other.
you’re still blinking, sweetly batting your eyelashes up at him by the time he finally gathers enough courage to ask you a question you’d thought you’d never get the chance to hear from him.
he wants to take you out on a date, huh?
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im going to do meister/weapon chibis with the latest version of this AU i have in mind, so here is the first duo!!
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