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[tteokdoroki]

i-izuku getting pent up ‘cause he hasn’t had time to jerk off lately. gets distracted so easily when you come around, barely heard a word you say he’s so deep in thought about taking you on his desk, in the agency showers, on his bed, on his floor. maybe he’s even a little rowdier. a little meaner to his hero partner (katsuki) n’ maybe even you if you push his buttons enough.

it all comes to a head when he gets caught up in some sex pollen explosion and you’re so pushy about helping him. he’s not gonna be nice about it, he can’t be.

+ warnings: afab!reader, rough!deku, he’s so mean :(, size-kink, some dub-con i think </3

“open the fuck up,” deku grunts, sweat dripping down his brow— teeth gritted and forming a snarl that not even bakugou could rival. his dick hurts, it fucking aches as if he’s going to cum any second, as if all those weeks of not being able to tug one out between meetings and paperwork is finally going to come to fruition. all thanks to that stupid fucking quirk. “i said,” he repeats, tongue pushing into his cheek at the same time his hips jump forward and thick fingers dig into the doughy flesh of your thighs. “open the fuck up. let me in, sweetheart—“

“‘m tryin’—!” you hiccup, pretty eyes usually so full of admiration now teary and red— and you are, trying so hard to stop your tiny little cunt from squeezing down on your sex-crazed boss. you wanted to help but he’s being so mean :( and you can’t tell if it’s the fat and flushed tip of his cock thats making you cry or the menacing way he looks down at you while folding you in half— knees to your shoulders, puffy pussy lips on display all for him. “s’too big!”

“nothings too big, you’ll learn how to take it. you’re good right? then fuuck— take it.” izuku let’s out a feral moan, pushing all his weight down onto you— pushing his leaky tip deeper into your squishy walls with a sigh of relief. almost there, you’re almost all his. he’ll finally get to cum soon. “stop y’cryin,” he slurs over the saliva in his mouth, chest hot and heaving against your own as izuku slings your fleshy thighs over his broad shoulders— spreading that angel cunt over his veiny dick. “please, baby,” deku adds gently...he doesn’t really mean it when he says it, seeing stars every time you sniff and accidentally clamp down like you’re trying to trap him inside. pussy so good izuku feels like he might die before he gets to cream it. “what’re you crying for, honey? if only this pussy—“ he pulls out, slapping the length of his cock against your silky folds as you cream pearly white beads. “cried as much as you did, maybe then you’d be able to fit my cock inside ‘n make me fuckin’ cum.” there’s a teasing lilt to his voice but it’s still so mean that it makes your face scrunch up.

slap. slap. slap. “you said you wanted to help, why won’t you open up baby?” it’s almost cruel how he speaks to you, down on you as if you’re nothing but a cocksleeve for his pretty dick to mess up and cum all over.

“izuku! please!” you sniffle, delirious with ecstasy and a fizzy brain to the point where you can’t even think. “‘m tryin’— oh god... i-i really am,” drooling against yourself you try to push your hips up to take him deeper and there’s a satisfying pop as izuku’s cock dives deep into your sweet pussy, brushing up against your sensitive walls until he hits your womb. you both groan deep— bodies hot and sweaty and stuck together while you grind and bump.

the pro hero’s mop of green locks pulls from your neck, a smirk painted across his usually smiling and gentle lips. “there you go angel, in it goes,” deku whispers, taunts you as he pulls his hips back to watch you squirm and claw at him for more— eventually slamming back into you so that you’re nice and full. “maybe this pussy isn’t so pathetic after all.” you jolt up the bed, whole body trembling as you nod your head desperate for more of izuku, desperate to cum.

you did say you would deku help after all— even if that meant helping yourself to some pleasure too.

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EMPIRE STATE OF MIND SOUNDS SO COOL!! nyc as the setting tho omg also i'm sorry seeing scintilla really made me think of "can't you see me?" and huening kai's part LOL but your wips sound really cool jas!! <33

The song has had such a chokehold on me eve since I was a tiny dweeb in the single digits lol. My mom was a big fan of Alicia keys so one thing led to another and till this day I’m obsessed with the song.

I think I first thought of the idea last august when we were in New York and something within me just clicked lol. Chan as a rising rapper trying to make a name for himself and y/n as a struggling college student. I still don’t know how but they will meet and baam.

Also I always imagined this fic to be 40k don’t ask me why 😭😭

Lmfaooo. Idk if the name is even somehow relevant to the fic but scintilla is just such a pretty word 😭☺️🫶

Tysm tho !! I appreciate your kind words izzy ❤️❤️ I am wishing you a lovely day 💕

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[brutalistarchitecture2]

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[tteokdoroki]

not u getting me a wee bit obsessed with kageyama :(

oh my bad miggi :( lemme make it worse

“you’re s’pretty…did you know that?”

the smile tobio gives you is endearing, so soft and gentle unlike the way he fucks you, a leg over his broad shoulders ( tailored by his sport ) and mean words dripping on his tongue between the praises he gives you. he’s been going at it for hours, plunging his hot cock inside your sloppy walls— connected to you by the syrupy strings of your arousal that sticks to his happy trail.

you’re delirious beyond belief, pounded into the mattress and barley breathing—mouth hanging open, eyes fluttering with sweet whines while kageyama rocks your bed with heavy thrusts, hitting your womb. “c’mon baby…look at me yeah? look at me when i fuck you,” and even though gaze is glazed over, you still manage to peak up at him with tears just spilling over the line of your lashes onto your soaked cheeks. “that’s a good girl, my pretty girl. you hear that? my. pretty. girl.” the slurred words are only punctuated by creaks of your bedframe and wet plaps as kageyama switches the angle of his hips, tips glidding along the silk lining of your cunt. “fuck baby…repeat it back to me.”

you sniffle, reaching out to twist your fingers in midnight black locks only to have kageyama pin your wrist above your head. “‘m a p-pretty girl!” you gripe innocently, chest and hips rising from the bed to coax him deeper.

kageyama’s brown knit together on his forehead, softness of his hair pinned to it by a thin layer of sweat as he smiles down at you, even though his cock throbs inside your aching pussy. “that’s right, doing so well angel.” he pants, lips drawn to your skin like a bee to pollen, your cunt opening up to him like a blossoming flower. “who d’ya belong to baby? tell me. be a good girl and try to answer, yeah?” you whine when tobio’s body pulls back from hanging over yours, brain fuzzy while he switches to slow, pitiful rolls of his hips instead of slamming into you.

“t-tobio!” you squeal dreamily, jolting up the bed as his hips buck up and seedy cockhead presses down on your g-spot. “i-i’m tobio’s pretty girl.”

“fuck…yeah you are.” he coos back, collapsing on top of you again to carve your insides into his shape— cock so far deep in your guts that he barely pulls out anymore, folding you more and more until he’s bathed down to the balls in your pussy juices. “m-mine, all mine. you’re mine huh? my baby.” he can’t help but ramble, cock twitching and swelling like he’s about to cum after hours of fucking you because… hearing you call for him like that, making kageyama feel like you’re as obsessed with him as he is with you drives him insane. you’re his, stupidly nodding along looking up at him longingly like he’s your god and you’re his angel. “gon’cum, fuck ‘m gonna cum. say you want it.” say you want me.

with hooded eyes, faint breath and bouncing breasts you whimper out. “i wan’cha tobi… want you t’cum inside me—“ your tongue rolls out of your mouth, fingers twitching to touch kageyama and your cunt beginning to spasms around his wet shaft. “need you! no one else!”

and that’s all it takes, for both sets of coils to snap and for kageyama to kiss you like he’s obsessed with you— licking into the heat of your mouth while he lets go of your wrists. you find his hair instantly, tugging it so you both never part from the kiss and he floods you with seed up to your womb, claiming you as his in the deepest of ways while you gush around him too.

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[tteokdoroki]

loid reeks of 'i need my face to be sat on'.

im gagging im crying im FROWING up

“stay quiet.”

you feel loid carve the words against your cunt too, tongue sliding between your folds and the very tip of it drawing meticulous shapes against your puffy clit as you quake and quiver— gripping the counter for dear life. “l-loid! i can’t—!” please he’d have you gasping and near tears, you can’t even see straight as his man practically slurps up any juices you leak before they have a chance to hit your thighs.

“you can, and you will. we don’t want anya to become suspicious as to why mama hasn’t finished preparing dinner yet, do we?” the blonde seems so calm and collected, but with the way his words are growled into your throbbing pussy :( they way he laps and sucks at your folds with tongue and teeth— you know he’s burning with desire. he’s seething on the inside, drunk on the liquid gold that seeps from you while you fight the urge to mewl out loud and bite down on your arm so hard you leave teeth marks.

loid is a man of many faces, many names and occupations but his favourite of all is being between your meaty thighs, feasting on your pretty pussy that’s always so eager and wet for him the moment he sinks down behind you on his knees. you’ll be struggling to make dinner from then, trembling and distracted by the pleasure he gives you— and loid knows better, that if he keeps mrs forger like this for too long, she might burn the house down.

but he doesn’t care, not when you’re rutting back onto his tongue and using it to get yourself off— so pretty like that, skirts bunched at your hips and sweat rolling down your skin, you’re perfect. the perfect mama, delicious too. so when you mewl out loud again, sniffling and crying out his name, loid growls, groans reluctantly as he pulls his eager mouth from your hot and sticky pussy— huffing in annoyance.

“we can never have nice things, hm, dearest?” he sighs, sending shivers down your spine while the pot you had going seemingly bubbles over beside you on the stove. slender fingers replace a salacious tongue, dipping into your tightness while you body shuts down from the inside out— hips pushing back onto him. “you’ll be quiet from here on out, you’ll behave.” loid adds, cheeks tinted pink and hair a mess, he misses the taste of you, the desperation to eat you out and have you suffocate him from above— but, watching you fall apart on his fingers will do for now.

and hopefully his other hand around your mouth will keep you quiet, if not the whistling pot on the stove should cover your sweet little moans.

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[tteokdoroki]

bakugo's first kid is a gremlin, but what about a soft little baby of the family? I proper little girly girl who hides behind her dad

omg so i like hc bakugou’s first kid is a daughter then a son, so this baby girl really is the BABY of the family

she’s so tiny and well behaved, a good natured baby so unlike her father it’s insane. bakugou puts her down for a nap and literally forgets where he put her because she’s so quiet when she sleeps— only really cries when she’s super hungry or separated from her daddy too long.

let’s bakugou dress her up in the cutest outfits all her life, tiny bows for different days and little skirts sobs, ALWAYS uses her manners because daddy taught her so well— refuses snacks from strangers and lets her older siblings have them bc “papa says they’re bad fwor my teef!”

dry heaves and the world absolutely eats her up bc she’s so tiny and cute— well behaved girlie. bakugou takes her to hero events in her adorable little dresses and she just clings onto his pinky, or tucks her face into his shoulder whenever the camera flashes become too much.

if the interviewers are lucky, she’ll peek out from katsuki’s chest just enough to answer when they ask who her favourite hero is.

“m-my papa, ‘cause he’s big ‘n stwong ‘n keeps us all safe.”

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[tteokdoroki]

aali help i wanna piss off kiri so bad :( be just arch nemesis :( his fated enemy :( the villain in his story :( i wanna constantly be at his throat to the point where he can’t stand me n has no choice but to try n put me in my place or die trying every time he sees me. send help this is an illness atp

eijirou kirishima gets a long with everyone— absolutely everyone.

kids love him, he ruffles their hair and only gives them candy if they’re good to their mum’s who oogle his arms when they think he’s not looking. the old ladies adore him whenever he passes them by in the cafe he gets his smoothie at every morning ( the baristas have a thing for him too ), the old sweethearts will give him a hard candy and a pinch to the cheek just for saying hello.

he’s kind, and warm, always serves with a smile and stops by to help.

everybody loves eijirou kirishima.

everybody except for you.

for some reason, you insist on hating him. refusing his help when he holds the door open tor you or offers to carry your bags, you look at eijirou like he’s stupid in patrol meetings and reject his rides home from work. you’re mean— and it annoys him. there’s only so much a man can take before he snaps and has to do something about the problem.

“not so tough, are ya now?” eijirou can be mean too, he can grip you by the cheeks and force your body into the wall, keeping you up against it by the brute strength of his his hips as they canter into yours— heavy, girthy cock carving its shape into your slippery malleable insides. all you can do is hiccup, keening into the red head’s every move even if you attempt to move your head away from his grip. “d’aw, don’t be like that sweetheart…you don’t like it when i’m mean? when i fuck you up like this; treat this nasty cunt like she deserves?”

please, you can’t tell if the way kirishima folds you up, knees into your shoulders as a bulky arm wraps around your soft middle makes you love him or hate him more— either way you’re cock drunky, hungry for the way his veiny shaft bullies it’s way into you accompanied by the wet slap, slap, slap that trickles into your symphony of hiccups and gasps and high pitched whines. “y-you’re such an…awful person,” you stutter out as kirishima licks the salt sweat from his Cupid’s bow— pulling all the way out of your creamy cunt, white with your own juices, fluttering at the suction sound when there’s not an inch of kiri left inside you.

eijirou smirks, resting his glistening cock on your pelvis, tip leaking a ways way above your belly button, entire shaft throbbing against your soft tummy. “takes one to know one, eh?” he grins sweet at you; ruby eyes though coloured with hatred shining with lust. “you’re just the awful person who likes gettin’ fucked like a filthy bitch.” then he’s grinding that seedy, achingly red tip of his into your swollen clit; hissing through his sharp teeth as he pushes back into your blistering heat with ease, chuckling at how you welcome him home, pussy pulsing with desire. “such a nasty, fuckin’ girl, huh sweetheart?” he adds, punctuating each of his words with a hard thrust into your guts.

“w-watch it, red.” you’re in no place to warn kirishima, feeling like his cock is in your throat, back arching up to meet his pace.

eijirou thumbs at your clit, sending your eyes back into your skull, his mouth hanging open to mock your moans. “w-w-watch it red!” he teases, stimulating you so fast; so fucking hard you don’t know what’s up or what’s down. “do me a favour, sweetheart, and come up for air. let me help you out just this once, and make this pathetic pussy cum. okay?”

his words make you drip, coating his thighs in a sticky sheen of your arousal and all you can do is look up at the sinisterly sexy eijirou kirishima and speak with just the tears of pleasure in your eyes.

okay.

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[tteokdoroki]

ok but if u went into heat at work, alpha + coworker!kirishima / bakugou wld get u right in the break room. sends u home w a cunt full of cum to hold u over ‘til he gets off <3333

— the break room + eijirou kirishima.

warning(s): smut, mdni 18+, a/b/o dynamics, heat cycles, omega!reader, alpha!kirishima, overstimulation, slightly mean!eijirou, afab!reader thank u sem ily mwah !!

“i…oh fuck, ohh fuck—‘m sorry, s-so sorry about this. fuck you’re so…ngh…tight.”

you don’t know why kirishima’s apologising, it’s your mess (quite literally) that got you here in the first place— your slick had been running down your inter thighs all afternoon, barely concealed by your short pencil skirt and you’d made no effort to hide it either. your heat had hit you like a truck, perhaps you’d missed a suppressant or two between the stress of meetings and project deadlines, and you knew the alphas dotted around your block could smell you, practically taste you, drooling into the crotch of your panties like it was nobodies business.

it’s usually taboo for alphas to turn their head’s towards unclaimed omegas… no matter how tempting the prize of a sticky, ripe and breedable pussy is, and kirishima is usually a good guy… usually so respectful but you just smelt so overwhelming and so needy and that’s how you end up plastered over a table in the corner of the break room. “‘m not usually like this…oh shit, baby don’t squeeze. please.” your back is sticky, you’re sure if you arched it, the paint from the desk would peel away with it. the alpha, big, red haired and strong pushes your knees deeper into your shoulders with every thrust, cock throbbing every time you flutter around him. “just…you smell so good, fucking…dripping. across. the damn. office floor— fuck!”

kirishima let’s out a low and frustrated growl, punctuating each of his words with harsh thrusts of his hips against your abused cunt. you’re so fucking wet down there, so sweet for him, like your hole is eijirou’s saccharine prize after half a days work— his honey dipped reward for him to drown in after slaving away all day. you watch his nice guy resolve start to crumble, your reliable coworker letting his biological instincts take over as he bends you in ways in which you didn’t know you could go and forces the fat tip of his cock against your g-spot, sending your pretty eyes rolling back into your skull.

“‘m so sorry baby, really…jesus. really i am,” he drawls, slurring over the saliva that pools on the pallet of his tongue; filthy words oozing from between his lips and smearing across your skin in sloppy kisses almost as ruined as your cunt as kirishima pounds away at your puffy soaked folds. “but you shouldn’t be walkin’ around like that… the wrong kinda guy could have taken advantage of you. yah…ya wouldn’t want that, would you? good thing ‘m here…”

eijirou flops down on you, bites at your neck close to where he could make you his forever and smiles as the omega beneath him reaches up to wrap their arms around his neck— clinging onto him because it makes you feel safe, because he makes you feel good. you’re so cute, trembling and on the verge of tears as your sweet little pussy gushes out against his swelling cock— near forcing him out of your snug hole that he carves his name into.

“awww, you cummin’ again little one, g-god, ‘m sorry i didn’t.., should have taken you sooner…i let all those other alphas even look at you.”

your breath hitches, a whine bubbling on your messy lips, juices pouring down your inner thighs. “‘m sorry mista kirishima… won’t happen again…oh god! eiji!” you cry, locking your legs behind his head as they sit high on his shoulders— he’s so broad he could split you apart if he moved. kirishima reaches deep, stretching you out for the shape of him, making sure the little omega beneath him cums a third time. you can feel how slick your bodies are while they move together— his precum forming a thick white ring at the base of his shaft, balls slapping against your ass and grinding against your swollen clit and you can’t stop cumming. “eijirou..s’too much—!”

with your lower stomach burning, the knots within it still burning the more you squirt along the break room floor— kirishima slowing his hips to a grind, pulling what he can out of you to soothe the heat that burns through all of your thoughts. he thinks he’ll torture you like this a little longer, take advantage of his alpha strength and keep you pinned to his cock on this table right up until your break ends and he can send you back to work with your slick panties full of his cum.

he’ll keep you nice and scented and all his from then on.

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[tteokdoroki]

sniffles. giving izuku a fashion show. squeezing into all the dresses ‘n skirts ‘n tiny shirts he bought you 🥺 squeezing his arm ‘ n pulling him into the dressing room so he can get a better look <3333

+ warning(s): smut, mdni 18+, public sex, oral sex (f!receiving), fem!reader, fingering, face sitting, reader is wearing a dress!!

gargles :((

izuku loves spoiling you, his pretty baby— it’s the least he could do when you’re weeks without him and he’s away on missions. something about the way you light up when he splashes the cash or flashes his black card (meant for agency stuff only but it’s you, and he doesn’t care), something about the way you smile just for him when he approves of something you want— it makes izuku warm, makes him feel proud and idolised by the one person he truly cares about.

izuku who likes to sit back in the plush seats of a chanel store changing room— dior being the one prior, a second away from purring as you slip out in dress after dress, skirt after skirt. “do a twirl for me, sweetheart.” “oh you like this one? i think i like it too.” “you’re so pretty baby, so pretty.” he praises each time, emerald eyes glued greedily together the way the fabric is caught on your hips and your chest and your thighs. making you toddle over to him every time just so he can get a better look, his usually quiet mind running wild at the thought of you sauntering around his agency in such skimpy, designer fits that he might have to tear of off you.

izuku who lets you drag him by the wrist into the dressing rooms, staggering after you even though your grip on him is barely enough to move to a fly (he’s built like a tonne of bricks stacked together with the perfect foundation). you giggle as deku lets you shove him against the opposite wall— back cooled by the glass mirror before his hungry eyes slink down to your cute little ass as you stand on your tip toes to draw the curtains. he groans, hand running through his hair when he gets a peek at your sweet cheeks.

“i…fuck, i don’t think i should be in here, sweet girl,” izuku’s breath stutters not because he’s nervous but because he wants to fucking devour you and you know exactly what you’re doing. his tongue pokes into his cheek as you wriggle the skirt of the dress up, grab at his scarred hands and let them sit at your ribs— thumbs tucked under the swell of your breast. “but oh…oh i like how this one fits.” he coos in a lower voice, when you smile and gasp and your nipples hardened under the pads of his thumbs as he rubs them from over the soft fabric. “pretty colour too, baby.”

izuku who slips the spaghetti straps down your shoulders, kissing every beauty mark or scar— revealing inches of your skin that were once covered by Forrest greens to match the pro hero’s hair. “picked it for you, you always like it when i dress in your colours, i-izuku,” the ends of your words are sighed out as he flips your positions— your back now against the cool wall though your bodies are pressed together and heated.

you gasp, he bites into the flesh of your chest. “izuku—“

“hmm, baby?” pro hero deku, the country’s shining light runs his tongue down your neck— eager fingers pulling down the front of your dress while his other hand pushes its way up the rest of the skirt.

“l-look underneath, wanna show you what’s underneath.”

so he takes a peek, strong hand that’s saved more than half the world cupping your pretty pussy like it’s the most precious thing in the world. and that’s where he feels it, the little lace that covers what little modesty you have before he pulls them right down so they pool around your ankles. “these are f’me? oh…oh sweetheart,” you’re already wet, surrounded by all these people yet trapped in your little bubble of lust and you tremble above izuku when he drags two slender digits along the length of your slit. he’s hungry now, head under the fabric and tongue lapping at you like a man deprived of the water he needs to survive. “oh…such a treat. thank you baby, you’re such a good little thing...” the words vibrate against you, sending tingles of pleasure to your spine until you’re scared you can’t stand and deku wraps his arms around your midsection to hold you up— nose nudging your clit, tongue wriggling against your sensitive walls.

you give into him, collapse into deku and rut against his face— the frills of this expensive skirt messing up his precious perfect curls while your juices dance among the freckles that are paint brush splattered against his face. fabric bunches at your hips, and you begin to unravel on japan’s most loved face like a lose thread. “fuck, baby you’re so pretty… ‘n so so, wet,” deku growls, voice now deep and husky— abandoning his sweet boy charm saved for public as he tongue fucks you and slurps on the honey that drips between your puffy folds. “fuckin’ droolin’ in this dress sweetheart and it’s not even yours yet.” glowing green eyes pull back from under your skirt to look into your own, rough fingertips rubbing sharp circles into your swollen nub.

“i want it.” you grunt, grinding down against deku’s fast pace with tears brimming in your eyes and your body doused with sweat from how vigorously you move with your partner. “please, izu…wanna, wan—!”

“want what? to cum? want this dress? how about both, yeah?” when you nod your head, izuku grins almost sadistically. he loves spoiling you, he loves how you look down at him when you’re seconds away from losing it all on his tongue— he’ll get you this dress and then ten fucking others, he just wants to taste you. so deku slurps, suckles and spits beneath your dress, slaps a hand down on your cute ass and squeezes your fleshy thighs— using his grip to drag you back and forth across his strawberry tongue as its tip draws his name and price tags against your syrupy cunt.

deku does nothing to hide your moans while you shake and finally fucking cum in his mouth from underneath the dress— your juices running in thick droplets down the insides of your thighs and down his big muscled arms. heck, deku does nothing to hide his own moans, growling into your sex, high pitched and needy from time to time as your nectar spreads across his tastebuds and his fingers sink into the softness of your flesh just underneath the fabric.

and when he’s sure you’re cleaned up (an overstimulated and with licked clean cunt or jelly like legs), deku fixes the dress against your hips and chest perfectly— pulls your panties right back up and makes you walk with him to the tills so he can purchase you half of the dresses on display.

of course, ruining you in each one later.

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sero is the boyfriend who sees you in your outfit for the bars and immediately goes "goddamn, dont leave me"

sero is so … he’s so slutty.

“baby don’t go…” EUGHH whining into your ear and draping his lanky frame all over you— one hand on your hip and the other conveniently sliding down the front of your dress as you fix your makeup in the mirror by your front door. “goddamn…” sero is so dramatic, like his lips are already sucking on your neck thinking of all the ways to ruin you before your Uber gets here as if it’s not right around the corner. “don’t leave me.”

“baby, made these plans like a month ago. i’m not staying in with you this time.” you tell him strict and stern ‘cause if you indulge the man even just a little he’ll win you over and you’d be stuck with him for the night. but as soon as you tell him no, hanta has a grip, he’s cupping your cunt from under your dress and sliding his slender fingers up the length of your slit— laughing into your skin when all you’ve got on is a skimpy thong so you don’t have underwear lines. “hanta.”

a warning is not enough to deter sero from the task at hand. “hm?” his ministrations between your thighs get faster, slicking you up and just teasing your entrance he’s that sick— smirking at you in the mirror when you put your lipstick down on the dresser. “what? don’wancha to go. look so pretty i just gotta make you feel good… can’t let you leave me.” hanta nudges you, forcing you forward on the dresser so you hold yourself up with shaky arms and mouths at your exposed shoulder— finally scissoring his fingers inside of you, up against your squishy, silky walls. “gonna stay with me?” he moans hotly against your skin.

a thumb finds your clit in low and slow circles, thick quivering and juices running down hanta’s muscular arms. “you’re ruining my dress.” you growl, grinding back on the digits that split you open.

“guess you’re stuck with me, huh?” he thinks he’s so slick, sero, he’s so proud of himself for making a mess of you and reminding you of why you hate love him so much…clenching around the past pace of his fingers, drooling into the seat of his palm. you ought to knock him down a few pegs, shaking your head softly despite the whimpers bubbling up wetly on your lips. “no baby? you still wanna go out?”

“please…” you say even though you don’t know what it’s for— nails digging into the hard wood like you’re about to burst.

“‘mkay. i’ll see you when you get back, yeah?” hanta mumbles into the shell of your ear and suddenly he’s gone, the heat of his body ripped from your bag just like your orgasm and the hum of pleasure at the base of your spine. “your Uber’s here, call me when you get to the club.” he coos, grabbing your purse for you with a boyish grin as he fills it with your belongings scattered across the dresser. keys too. “…and call me when you want me to pick you up, so i can make you cum for real.”

you bristle, gathering your bearings and glare daggers into sero’s back— because how is it that he’s asking you not to leave him, but gives you thousands of reasons to always come back.

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Being the new pretty manager of boy group bakusquad☹️☹️

+ warnings: smut 18+, mdni. manipulation, dubcon, bullying kink?? idk !! afab!reader, the word cunt is used once.

cries the boys have generally good relationships with all of their staff, they’re a well mannered and respectable boy group— their fans even love seeing their interactions with staff because all of our boys are so big and gentle and considerate towards to people they work with. that is of course, until you get hired.

you’re pretty, just about their age and honestly outside of staff and the other idol groups they see at music shows— the boys just don’t have the time to interact with pretty, innocent people like you. and now you’re right within their reach. it starts with the erections they get when you walk into a room, their flustered cheeks when you speak gently to them and the nights at the dorm they spend jacking off to the thought of you before they make their moves. sero and kaminari start picking on you first, stealing your coffees from you when you come into the practice rooms— mocking your height differences by cornering you against walls. those times they’ll lean down right in your face, sero sneer compliments a breaths width away from your lips while kaminari picks at your formal attire and preppy outfits.

kirishima plays nice at first— invites you to the studio to watch him practice dance, asks for your opinions on his rap and sometimes goes as far to let you sit on his lap when he’s messing around with beats during recording sessions. it’s those times that his hands wander when you’re not paying attention, between your thighs, to play with your chest— kiri tells you not to worry, that he’s just trying to make you comfy when your back’s to his chest. you wanted to come along, he could get into so much trouble for bringing you here— so you’ll let him play with your little cunt as thanks, right?

you turn to their leader bakugou when you feel like you can’t take it anymore :(( sick of being played with and toyed with!! these boys, his boys need to be stopped, put on their best behaviour because you love this group and you don’t want to lose your job. bakugou promising you he’ll manage them better, giving you sweet kisses and reassuring praises— bakugou makes you feel like you do such a good job, rewards your body for all the hard work that you do too 🥺 even if it’ll get you in trouble, he’s the leader. the one in charge, and the other boys will have to sit there and watch bakugou claim you with his seed in front of the mirrors until they get the point.

#tw:dubcon #tw:manipulation #SQUEALS #in my series todoroki and deku are also in the group #and each fic/ficlet the reader plays a different role #they were a makeup artist in todoroki’s #bakusquad #bakusquad thirst #kirishima thirst #bakugou thirst #🍇. user miggi #🖇. moots #💌. you’ve got mail

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vanitas who hasn't seen you in a while and comes back from who knows doing what, just to show you how much he missed you :))

i hope this is ok for the thirsts thing JFDGDF

rubs hands like a sticky fly hehe this is more than okay baby !!!

no cause, vanitas is as passionate as it gets— he wouldn’t make it 30 seconds over the landing before you’re pressed up against the nearest surface, be it the dresser in the hallway or the walls themselves. he hikes your thigh over his hip and his tongue rolls sensually over your neck as if he’s going to bite at the flesh there.

“i’ve missed you, ma chérie,” vanitas has eyes as blue as the midnight sky, imploringly gazing down on you— he would waste no time in bunching your skirts up to your hips, letting his hard cock grind against your tummy through layers of clothes. “all this…is going inside you…to make up for the time my heart has been absent from yours, darling.” sniff cause he’s so romantic despite how unconventional your position is.

the talons on his gloves, pinch at your thigh— tugging you closer during a slippery exchange of kisses between yourself and vanitas, with him lapping at the ropes of saliva that connect you like soulmates and the red string of fate. when he pushes into you, pink seedy tip struggling against the tightness of your hole from where you’ve not been fucked in so long. the floor boards creek beneath the weight of his thrusts as vani pours his love into you, biting and marking any expanse of your skin that he can.

you’ll cry out his name and it’ll only make him love you harder— claw at his back and push at his shirt until there’s space for you to lick, mark and bite on your lover to pacify yourself. “love you…’m in love with you…” you mewl, bowing your body into vanitas’, sweaty from all the clothes that rustle when he pounds into your tight heat. “‘m gonna—“

“shhh ma chérie, i know…you’re almost there. me too,” and he knows just where to touch you, fumbling between your slapping bodies to twirl your pretty clit— sucking your tongue into his mouth to swallow your moans, prompting to finally let go on his cock. you cream down on him with a firm clench, pleasure toppling over just enough to make vanitas cum too… his frothy arousal filling your puffy folds <3

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bakugo good old fashioned lover boy katsuki

bakugou who has your phone number memorised off by heart, who picks up within a heartbeat and asks you if you need anything before he hands up the phone but brings you a gift back anyways.

bakugou who makes you breakfast without a word, knows just how you like your hot drinks and has your favourites stocked up in his cupboard for whenever you stay over. he’s got a toothbrush in your favourite colour in his bathroom because you always forget to pack your own, and there’s a section of his wardrobe portioned out just for you (even though it only consists of his shirts and boxers— the ones you feel most comfortable on).

bakugou who kisses your knuckles at random times whenever you go out, just so you know he’s there. who bends down in public to double knot and bunny ear your shoe laces because you always step on them and they get loose when he walks with you. who always brings extra water with him to make sure you don’t get dehydrated on your way home.

bakugou who has your skincare routine down to a T, who tenderly wipes your make up off with micellar water and cotton pads when you’re too sleepy to do it yourself and makes sure you go through all the steps before he dresses you for bed— kissing you on the lips when your head pops through your shirt.

bakugou who loves you oh so tenderly, like you’re the softest thing to have walked the earth.

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