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HELLO MY SWEET SHAY-NGEL PRINCESS!! Please feed me that sweet, sweet Bakugou content w/ prompt 297. 💕

THANK YOU ANDIE the b-sprouts queen <3 pls enjoy all 750 words of this grumpy boi praise kink smut

“Baby, have you seen my phone charg—oh my god.” 

You short circuit for a second at the sight of your boyfriend lounging in the fancy plush velvet armchair his parents gifted you guys when you moved in together. Glasses on, book in one hand and tea in the other. A self-care bitch all the way.

“What’s with the oh my god?” He looks over his glasses at you, mocking you with a high-pitched tone. 

“You just look so civilized,” you stifle your cackle with your sweater sleeve. Katsuki rolls his eyes and returns to his book, settling further down into the chair and stretching out his legs. 

Thoroughly distracted by his t-shirt riding up his abs and sweatpants starting to slip down his hips, your decision to distract Katsuki is made when he licks his lips after sipping his tea.

You take his mug from him despite his loud protest, place it on the table and climb into his lap. 

“Get the fuck off of me,” he grouches. You ignore him and lock your arms around his neck, burying your face into the crook of his neck. He always smells good, like the warm amber notes in his expensive cologne.

Katsuki caves and props his book over you so he can continue to read, stroking your head every now and then. 

While this is very cute, it’s not quite what you’re looking for. You press an innocent kiss to his cheek, prompting a scoff that quickly turns into his breath hitching as you continue down his throat and shoulder. Always nice to know you have the same effect on him as he does on you. 

However, he keeps his eyes on his book. You grind down in his lap, forcing a hiss out of his mouth. 

“Oh, is that what you want, princess? Just a needy thing that needs attention?” He demands, tossing his book aside to grip your hips. Katsuki pulls you forwards, rolling your pussy over his hard dick before pushing you off. “Take off your clothes.”

You strip off your sweater then pull down your pants at an agonizing pace, bending down to give him a show. Stepping out of your panties, you turn back to look at him while brushing your hands over your tits.

Katsuki’s intense half-lidded gaze as he strokes his fat cock sends a rush through you as you straddle him again. 

He caresses your hips with warm, calloused hands before moving them to play with your clit and pull on your nipples. When you begin making breathless noises, Katsuki slides two thick fingers into your dripping pussy, stretching you open. 

“Such a pretty, tight pussy,” he coos at you as he fucks his fingers up into you. You ride his fingers, nails digging into his shoulders.

You whimper when he takes out his fingers to lube his dick up with your slick. Leaning back to grip his muscular thigh for balance, you sink down on him.

Katsuki moans as your walls clench around his dick. “Fuck,” he swears, dragging you down into a bruising kiss. “Bounce on my dick, princess. I want to feel you cream around me.” 

Moans pour from your mouth as you swirl your hips and take him deeper with each bounce. You cry out when he takes control, forcibly moving your hips in time with each of his hard thrusts. 

He fucks you through your walls fluttering around him as you cum, whimpering his name. “That’s it, cum for me. Good girl,” he coaxes. 

After you reach your peak, Katsuki manhandles you to bend over the chair’s armrest, smacking your ass. 

“You feel so good,” he groans, his lips brushing against your shoulder blades as he fucks back into your dripping pussy.

Once your oversensitivity makes you writhe against him on the verge of crying, Katsuki hilts inside you one more time before spilling. 

After a quick bathroom visit, you curl up on the chair in his t-shirt while Katsuki goes to refill and reheat his tea. 

He returns to see you leaning back, eyes closed with his book in your lap. 

“Are you pretending to sleep after disrupting my reading? I can think of a few ways to wake you up.” 

You immediately open your eyes, squealing and attempting to evade Katsuki closing in to tickle you.

#bakugo smut #katsuki bakugo smut #mha smut #BNHA smut #pomoboba writes #pomoboba events #pomoboba.nsfw

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keep me warm

This piece is part of the Citrus Dome server’s "snowed-in" collab! Click here for the masterlist uwu

The local news station hailed it as “the storm of the century,” and they weren’t wrong. You’ve watched the snow pile up beyond the window, building from a light dusting on the grass to literal knee-high drifts. And it shows no sign of stopping. The place you’re stranded is stocked up on groceries, you’d charged every electronic device to your name, and you’d cranked the thermostat as high as it would go until the inevitable happens — The power goes out. 

So now you’re stuck indoors, with only a certain someone for company. The same someone you’ve been pining after for ages. Snow stacks up higher and higher outside. As the cold seeps in, and you both drift closer, you realize this was somehow the one thing you hadn’t thought to prepare for…

Word count: ~3k

Pairing: aged-up pro hero!deku x f!reader

CW/tags: mutual pining idiots, pretty vanilla, soft switch!deku and soft switch!reader, hair pulling, (1) choking, praise kink, oral, overstim

Notes: Shoutout to @m00ns0ng, @icarusburns747 & @andypantsx3 for the editing and morale support. Tagging @samuslut, @lumos-flies, @abswrites, @shinaus, @saint-eridell​ & @tomurasprincess​

“Do we have candles?” Deku called over his shoulder. 

“Yeah, I got vanilla scented candles. Just for you, baby,” you joked as you tried to find the missing matches with your phone’s flashlight. You missed Deku flushing red. You smelled like vanilla and he was all about it.

You had declared needing a vacation with your former U-A classmates and Deku was the only one who could make it. It paid off to organize a trip with somebody as organized and, um, prepared as Deku. The possibility of it being “the snowstorm of the century” didn’t escape you two; however, this was the only time you two could sync up for a vacation. And you both desperately needed one. 

Deku needed a break from being the #1 hero and you needed a break from your manager shafting any email he didn’t want to reply to you. Honestly, sometimes you questioned why you chose being a business student instead of a general studies student at U-A. Goddamn. 

Plus, the vacation spot was a lovely, scenic location far from the city. A cabin in the middle of the mountains with an! Outdoor! Hot! Tub! Super sick. You’d never admit to Deku that you excitedly texted Ochako screaming about the idea of going on a vacation just with him. 

The last time you two had gone on a trip by yourselves was post-high school graduation. The All Might museum road trip was possibly the nerdiest road trip you’ve ever taken but seeing Deku light up was cute as fuck. Except, it was different now. Deku had grown taller and carried himself in a super enticing way.

You were shining your phone’s flashlight to “help him” find the candles—not because you wanted to watch the way his back flex as he rummaged through the cabinets. No, not at all. 

“Got the candles!” He held them up triumphantly and you ignored how his large, scarred hands dwarfed the candles. 

“Beautiful, bring them here.” You hummed as you lit up the candles and he tried to get the fireplace going. 

He stood in front of the fireplace looking quite pleased with himself. You rubbed your hands together in delight. It didn’t matter that you both looked like fluffy marshmallows in your parkas. There were now candles lit up on pretty much every surface and the fireplace was nicely going.

“High five for defeating nature.” You held up your hand, grinning. All the prep worked out beautifully. It would have been annoying to cart everything up the mountains by yourself but it was easy when you had a mountain of a friend to help. 

Deku smiled. As always, it felt like the sun blinding you. He slapped your hand, clearly holding back to prevent your dainty-office-worker hand from breaking.

“All nice and cozy now.” He brushed soot off his parka. “What do you want to do now?” 

“Wanna make dinner?” You tried to grab canned ingredients from the shelves. Deku watched the way your shirt rode up, exposing your smooth skin and the edge of your bra. And then he wanted to slap himself. You guys are friends, he scolded himself. 

“That sounds good. Do you need help with that?” Deku sounded amused as he leaned against the wall.

You huffed and spun to look at him, hand on your hip. Then you sighed and gestured to the cabinets. “Yes, please help me, you big strong man. Exactly what I need.” Unable to help yourself, you winked at him. 

The flush that spread across Deku’s face was delightful. Enchanting. His freckles looked so good against the sharp planes of his face that appeared after he grew out of his baby face.

He easily pulled down the bags of groceries you guys lugged up the mountain while you grabbed the ice chest. Working in silence, you two comfortably fell into a working pattern of peeling potatoes and cutting up vegetables. 

“How does this look?” 

You glanced up to see Deku’s hot dog creation skewered on his kebab stick and raised an eyebrow. “Deku, you overachiever. That’s very cute.” Deku had cut up the hot dogs into octopi. 

“Should I call you daddy now? Considering you just made a kids’ bento.” You giggled to yourself when the lewder connotations of daddy seemed to escape his notice. 

“Eat up, my child,” he joked back as he roasted the hot dogs over the fireplace. 

You finished wrapping the vegetables into foil and tossed them into the fire. Next was the curry. You mixed the instant roux with water then dumped in soy sauce and mirin. Mama Inko taught you that trick when you’d spend high school vacations with Deku and her.

After you two finished dinner prep, you dug in. It felt nice and cozy in the cabin with the wind whistling outside and everything in a golden warm glow from the fire and candles. 

“I wonder how the team is doing,” Deku pondered as he picked up his cell phone.

“I bet Shouto is living it up,” you snorted. “Must be nice to have a tolerance for snow and ice. Think any villains are going to attack during the worst storm in a century?” 

“I hope not,” Deku rubbed the back of his neck. “I crunched some calculations with Ida before I left on vacation and I think the possibility is way too low.” 

“I’m sure your team will be good. Also, I bet you left some serious documentation about what to do in the possibility that a villain attacks while you’re gone.” 

Deku arched an eyebrow. “Am I really that transparent?” He whined.

“Yes!” You laughed.

Shrugging out your now entirely too warm parka, you bounced onto the couch and patted the cushion next to you. “Let’s play a card game!”

Deku nodded then waved two bottles of beer at you. “Want one?”

“Ooh, are you trying to get me drunk?” You playfully ribbed. Deku rolled his eyes at you. 

“I’ll take that as a yes,” he mumbled as he popped open the bottles. 

The night devolved into you two playing card games, trading inside jokes, reading stories to each other and watching cat videos on your battery pack charged phone. 

After blowing out most of the candles, you guys unfurled your sleeping bags near the fireplace. Unfortunately, you were now freezing and your teeth chattering without the additional warmth from the candles. Meanwhile, Deku was over there enjoying all of his body heat. Keeping it all to himself. How selfish. 

You jostled around to look at him, leaning your head on your hand. “Hey, Deku,” you say, trying your best to stay casual. 

“Yeah?” He turned around to look at you. Cursing yourself in your head, you avoided looking him totally in the eyes. Damn Deku and his intense ass gaze. 

“Would you mind sharing sleeping bags?” If you had been looking at him directly in the eyes, you would have noticed his eyes widening a fraction then quickly going back to neutral. 

“Let me guess, you’re freezing.” Deku called you out despite opening his sleeping bag up. 

You ignored his drag as you scurried over to his sleeping bag and tucked yourself in, thankful for the newfound warmth. You were also thankful that you two were close enough that this wasn’t super weird. You’ve had plenty of study sessions back in high school with your legs in his lap.

Except you guys were grown now. He was hot and kind and you’d do a lot for him to rail you.

It was now 3am, judging by your glance at your phone. You couldn’t sleep. You silently grumbled to yourself at Deku’s peacefully sleeping face. 

Like a very cuddly amoeba, his arms tightened around you. You tightly exhaled a breath when his arm grazed your nipple.

Damn your sensitive nipples. You were definitely wide awake now. And horny. The glow of the fire did great things for his freckled and scarred face and didn’t help your situation at all. 

At your exhale, Deku mumbled something. “Are you okay?” Deku repeated himself, extricating his arms from you. 

“I’m fine. You know what? I think I’m warm now. Maybe I should sleep by myself,” you nervously chuckled and made to move out of the sleeping bag. 

Due to the large sweatshirt you were wearing to sleep, Deku could see straight down your shirt when you bent over. He swallowed hard at the sight of your hard, aching nipples. 

Moving before he could think, he grabbed your wrist. Rough hands stroked circles on your wrist. “Stay,” his deep sleepy voice making the request seem like a command. 

You looked at him with a half-lidded gaze. The air had a different taste—different tension—to it. Like the next five seconds would change your life. You nodded and slid back open the sleeping bag. 

“Is this okay?” You asked as you put your weight on your elbows, perching over Deku but not touching. 

His hands smoothed over your back. “Yes.” A simple reply; a simple permission. 

“Can I kiss you?” You still wanted to make sure you weren’t overstepping boundaries even with the way Deku was staring at you. 

He leaned up and pressed a soft kiss to your forehead before finally connecting with your lips. 

Pulling back, he whispered “Yes” with the smile you’ve grown so fond of over the years. He pulled you down so your legs were sprawled over his torso. 

“Fuck, Deku. Can I be yours?” You mumbled into the crook of his neck. He tucked the blanket across your shoulders and you let out a breathy laugh at the thoughtful gesture. 

“Always.” Before you could even think about that loaded answer, Deku was kissing you. His hand stroked through your hair before he gently gripped the roots of your hair and pulled your head back so he could trail open-mouthed kisses down your neck to your pulse point. 

“Oh my god,” you gasped, your hips involuntarily grinding down. 

He gripped your hips. “Hold onto the blanket.” Deku sat up and then nicely deposited you on the couch. 

Between him gently manhandling you into a position he wanted and him pulling your hair, you were in a daze. 

“Deku, please,” you pleaded. Although, you weren’t sure what you were pleading for. All you could focus on was the sensation of his calloused hands underneath your shirt, rolling your nipples. 

“Be patient,” he murmured back as he latched his mouth onto your neck. You reveled in the way he bit down and left bruises on your neck and shoulder. He laved his tongue over the hickeys almost as a finale note instead of an apology. 

Your hips jerked up when he gingerly tugged your nipples and released them. He immediately replaced his fingers with his mouth. You swore Deku was trying to wring every noise possible out of you as he sucked your nipple and continued to tweak the other one. He released your nipple with a pop. 

His eyes flickered up at you for permission to remove your sweatpants and you, barely coherent, nodded. 

Fully naked, with Deku’s warmth above you and the blanket beneath you, you scoffed. Disgruntled about being the only naked one, you moved to trail your hands up his shirt, feeling up his abs.

Deku watched you with blown-out pupils.

“I think you should take off your clothes,” you smirked, tugging at Deku’s top. You ran your hands over his body, marveling at the way his muscles contracted.

Sliding your hands down, you lazily pumped his thick cock. Watching the number one hero with godlike self-discipline squeeze his eyes shut tight was the biggest ego stroke you’ve ever received. 

“Does that feel good?” You cooed as you swirled your thumb over his slit. Deku’s hands knotted in your hair, his gaze boring into you as you brushed your tongue up his shaft. 

Without so much as a warning, you mouthed over the head of his dick. You swirled your tongue up-and-down his shaft, lubricating it enough to take down your throat. 

Deku’s moans fueled you to swallow around him, throat contracting around his cock. You looked up at him through your eyelashes. His face was flushed and you thought about how you’d spend hours on your knees to keep seeing that pretty expression on his face.

You yelped when Deku clenched his hands underneath your arms and hoisted you back onto the couch. Spreading your legs, he moved your knees up to your shoulders. You shamelessly watched him as he looked at your sopping wet cunt with dark eyes.

He grazed two fingers over your lips. “Suck.” You didn’t hesitate to thoroughly suck his fingers, prompting a quiet “Fuck” to fall from his full lips. 

Using two fingers, he spread your pussy open. Dropping to his knees, he sucked your labia then lapped at your clit. 

“God, the way you taste,” he groaned into your pussy. His hands reached beneath you to grope your ass. You keened as you crested the edge of your orgasm. 

Lips still latched onto your clit, he scissored two of his thick fingers into your pussy. 

“So tight,” he hissed. You’ve never felt more on display or worshipped as he stretched you out. 

Your fingernails bit crescent moons into Deku’s solid shoulders. “Deku, I swear to god, fuck me already.” 

“So pretty but so impatient.” He sounded bemused as he twisted his fingers, inserting a third. 

“Please, please, please,” you begged as you approached another orgasm with a swipe of his tongue over your clit. Deku let you ride his fingers as you came down from the high.

“Don’t think I haven’t noticed your generous personality bleeding over into sex. Get on the couch,” you threatened. 

Deku chuckled and sat his perfectly sculpted ass onto the couch. 

You stood up on shaky legs and took your spot on his lap. Nuzzling his neck you leaned back to grip his throbbing dick, you rolled your hips to grind your wet cunt over his dick. 

Deku let out an unabashed moan and reached out. 

“Hands to yourself,” you playfully slapped away his hands as you continued to tease your entrance over his cock. 

He settled for recapturing your nipple in his mouth. The additional stimulation on your sore nipples forced you to finally give up on teasing. 

“Fuck, you feel so good,” Deku let his head fall back onto the couch headrest. 

You panted as you slowly sank down on his thick cock, feeling more stretched out than ever before. Your already tired thighs strained to not give out. 

When you bottomed out, Deku thrusted up. Jostled, you dug your nails into Deku’s broad chest for balance as you whimpered. 

“Touch me, Deku,” you demanded as you flexed your hand over his throat.

His hands were immediately on you. Stroking your bouncing tits, down your stomach, through your hair, the weight of his hands comforting and warm as his thick cock dragged through your soaked pussy. 

You protested when Deku moved you off his dick, your pussy clenching around nothing. With way too much ease, he moved you over the couch’s arm. His hand caressed the small of your back.

“You’re so fucking hot and tight,” he breathed. He wrapped your hair into his fist, tenderly forcing you to arch your back into his touch when he pulled.

You shuddered as he slid back in, cunt fluttering around him. He scraped your shoulder with his teeth as you met his thrusts. Deku’s thumb spreading your slick over your clit as you squirmed.

He held you down as his angled thrusts became harder. With his fingers kissing your clit, his raspy voice mumbling praises about your tight cunt and his deep final thrusts, you came again shortly after. 

You didn’t move, feeling boneless as you tried to catch your breath. “Oh my god. I love you,” you exhaled. 

He pressed a kiss to your head and shot you another blinding smile. “I love you, too.” Deku bundled you up in the blanket and picked you up. 

Looking through the window, you laughed. “Did we seriously fuck through the snowstorm of the century?” 

“Yes, and we’re going to fuck in the hot tub, too,” Deku cheekily grinned at you.

You slapped his chest and cackled. “I always knew you were full of good ideas.”

#bnha smut #mha smut #deku smut #pomoboba writes #pomoboba.nsfw #izuku smut #midoriya smut

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happy railentine’s day

written for Citrus Dome server’s Lover Day collab, check out the other pieces

Word count: ~1.5k words

Pairing: denki x f!reader

Genre: soulmate mark AU (but quirks still exist), fluff and smut

CWs/tags: light electrocution, nipple play, bathroom sex, daddy kink, choking, hair pulling, fingering, dirty talk, my editing, established relationship, dom!denki, (1) spank, praise kink

Notes: art by @annypuff, also a request for @donteathecake that devolved uwu, shoutout to @m00ns0ng​ for spitballing ideas w/ me

How it started: 

“Why are we in this sketchy ass bar for Valentine’s Day?” 

“Because nobody in their right mind would come here for Valentine’s Day. And what better way to avoid my lovely soulmate?” You retort as you take a sip of the lukewarm beer sitting in front of you. 

“I thought you didn’t have one?” Your fellow single coworker cocks an eyebrow at you. 

You grimace, pulling up your sleeve. “I do. I just like to pretend tattoo shops will take my money and laser it off.”  

Your coworker’s confusion drops the second they see your mark. “Wow, your soulmate is, uh, something, huh?” 

You release a long-suffering sigh and roll your sleeve back down. 

“That’s a nice way of putting it.” You level your coworker with a deadpan expression and throw back the rest of your beer. 

A body bumps into you and when he turns to you, you freeze in horror as the words you’ve been dreading to hear spill out of his mouth. 

“Happy railentine’s day! Sorry for bumping into you. Do you want a beer? Oh, are you ok?” The blonde man waves a hand in front of your face. He looks at your coworker, who is in a similar state of shock. 

“What— why in the absolute fuck,” you hear yourself say and the admittedly pretty blonde man’s eyes widen. 

He points at you and you feel like you’ve been forcibly pulled into the spiderman meme. 

“You! You’re my soulmate!” He excitedly looks like he’s about to hug you and you almost reflexively attempt to dodge it. “Wait, I gotta tell my friends where I went but I’ll be right back!”

You groan as you slam your head into your hands. 

“Hey, he seems nice.” Your coworker shrugs. 

“Can I get a refund?” you mumble. “I cannot believe this is real. This is my life. Everybody else gets shit like I’ve been waiting for you all my life or you’re my stars and sun.” 

“He’s really cute though. I’mma go but you should talk to him! Maybe you can have a happy railentine’s day.” Your coworker cackles as they get up to leave.

How it’s going:

“Happy railentine’s day, baby,” Denki beams at you and kisses your nose. 

You suppress a laugh. 

“How many people can say their soulmark words every year?” With a cheeky grin, he wraps his arms around you. At that, you smack him.

“The people who have normal soulmark words!! There are plenty of them,” you counter as you pour out two beers. 

“Yeah, but none of them have you,” Denki says as he drops kisses on your shoulder. 

“I thought railentine’s day was for railing not sweet words,” you joke back. Every Valentine’s Day feels like your first encounter—just with better beer. He did indeed end up railing you in the bathroom of the bar after your titillating conversation about your soulmark. 

“I was joking. It was a joke! Please love me.” “Well, it’s on my fucking body so—”

“Well. I can be too.” 

You can’t bring yourself to feel any shame about your soulmark anymore with how you gushed around his cock that day.

Denki shocking you while kissing your shoulder startles you out of your reminiscing. 

“My bad, baby. You just know how to light me up.” You giggle as he presses an apology kiss to your pulse point. 

“C’mon, let’s go celebrate railentine’s day.” You grab his hand and drag him to the bathroom. 

You can feel the stars in Denki’s eyes as he follows you. “This is why I love you,” he rasps as he backs you up against the counter. 

“Brings back memories, huh?” His hands palm your ass, kneading as he kisses you. 

“Mmhmm,” you hum, entangling your hands into his hair. A rough pull forces a hiss out of him. 

“Rude. I remember being much more in charge that time,” he pouts, caging you in between his toned arms and pulling off your shirt. He tosses it somewhere and immediately drags his hands over your hardening nipples. 

“I’m certainly not stopping you, babe,” you tease.  

Your voice wavers when Denki lowers his head to suck on your nipples, his hold on your hips almost bruising. With a half-lidded gaze, he skims his fingers over the trails of saliva he left on your tits, softly shocking your sensitized nipples. 

“Fuck, Kami!” you toss your head back. From the curve of your neck to your glistening tits to how you’re soaked through your sleep shorts and panties, Denki can’t decide where he wants to keep his gaze. 

“Nuh huh,” he disagrees with a hard pull of your nipples. “What’s my name, love?” 

“Daddy, please fuck me.” You give Denki your best pleading face. 

As much as Denki would love to say he can hold out on you, the truth is he’s totally whipped. He knows it. You know it. You watch your boyfriend cave as he starts rushing to tug off clothes.

“Now, this is really starting to feel like a flashback,” Denki chuckles as he cups your throat and chin, forcing you to look into the mirror. With a shove, he forces you to drop your elbows onto the counter, arching your back towards him. 

You lean into his touch as he glides his pretty hands all over your body. 

Whimpers pour out of your mouth when he slides two fingers inside you without resistance.

“Your pussy is sopping wet,” he remarks with far too much nonchalance, working you open and dragging his fingers over your slit to pinch at your clit. “Keep those legs spread open for me. Good girl.” 

Denki loves watching you in the mirror. Your mussed hair, bright eyes and heaving chest is one of his favorite sights. 

You watch him suck his fingers clean of your taste and moan, desperate to have him inside of you. In an attempt to speed him up, you wiggle your ass at him. 

Denki smacks your ass cheek with enough force that you just know it’ll bruise tomorrow. He soothes the sting with a caress. 

“So impatient. You want to cum on a fat cock that badly, huh?” He taunts, gliding his cock over your cunt. You bite back a bratty comment and get on your tiptoes and part your legs, spreading yourself open more.

Denki groans at the sight and stops teasing with a slide inside of you, tweaking one of your nipples in his hand. Your warm walls clenching down on his thick cock elicits a moan from both of you. 

He babbles about how you’re such a good girl for daddy. How you’re so tight and how he loves splitting you open. 

“Fuck, fuck, oh my god, ’m going to cum,” you pant, grinding against him, feeling the telltale warmth of your orgasm approaching. Your pussy clamping down on him makes Denki lean more weight against you, pressing you into the counter, as he fucks you harder.

“I love cumming over your cock, daddy,” you encourage with a whine. Your pussy is still twitching from your orgasm aftershocks. 

Denki buries himself with a deep thrust and spills his cum inside of you with a gasp. 

“Fuck, you feel so good. I’m so glad I went to that seedy bar that one day.” He kisses the back of your neck and pulls out, hauling himself off of you. Denki grabs you before you buckle to the ground. 

“Oh my god, Kami. Me too.”

You stumble over to the shower, groping to find the knob. 

“Are you good?” He watches with an amused expression. 

You wave a hand at him. “Yeah, can you go grab beer? I think we deserve shower beers.” 

“God, I love you.”

#denki smut #kaminari smut #bnha smut #mha smut #pomoboba writes #pomoboba.nsfw

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67 and izuku??? CONGRATS ON THE MILESTONE IM EXCITED TO GET TO KMOWMYOU 🥺💕💕💕💕

“I had no idea you were into this kinda thing” 

“Oh my god, I had no idea you were into this kinda thing.” You giggle as your boyfriend presses up against you, trying to hide from the media in a sketchy ass alleyway. 

“Shh. Don’t be a brat,” Izuku groans, lowering his baseball cap. 

“I’m not the one getting hard at the idea of getting caught,” you hiss back, palming his hard on. 

He flushes a pretty pink and you want to coo at his embarrassment. “That’s not the point.” 

“Okay, but these are.” You drag his hands up over your hard nipples, biting back a moan when he pulls and rolls them. 

Izuku claps his hand over your mouth, muffling your shout, as he drags your shirt collar down and leaves your tits out in the open. 

“You’re so pretty, it’s a shame you’re such a bratty slut,” he mutters against your throat, hands going up your skirt. 

#izuku smut #deku smut #mha smut #bnha smut #pomoboba events #pomoboba.nsfw #pomoboba writes

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take a good look

4 times you gaze at him + 1 time he gazes at you

fic cowritten with @shinaus​, art by @annypuff​ <3. you can buy mel a coffee and anny a coffee. please support them! their work is banging and i love them 🥺 

pairing: vampire!shinso x f!reader

word count: ~4.5k

genre: slice of life fantasy (a tinge of coffee shop!AU), fluff, mutual pining, smut

cw: dom!shinso, size kink, daddy kink (inspired by toshi anon), praise kink, some degradation (he says slut 3x), fingerfucking, nipple play, choking, hair pulling, mirror sex, mating press, hickies everywhere, a cunt slap, overstimulation

first time: the coffee shop incident 

Of course your favorite coffee shop is swamped. This place is the only good thing about waking up close to dawn, with drinks always better than what your office has to offer and not to mention the pastries they make fresh.

Letting out a small groan, you decide to wait it out in the line and do your best to hurry with your breakfast before heading into work. Thankfully, you always leave yourself with enough time to actually sit and enjoy whatever you decide to buy that day, opting for it over greasy break rooms or stuffy smoking areas. 

Once the warm mug is in hand, you make quick work to try and find your usual spot only to find it occupied. While you won’t act possessive over a public seat of all things, losing the chance to enjoy glancing out the window and munching down your croissant seems to screw with your brain. 

You act without thinking, making a sharp turn to go sit somewhere else only for your knee to make contact with the underside of another table. Shit, you think to yourself, hearing the clatter of their cup. You helplessly watch liquid run down the table and into the person’s lap. 

You expect them to flinch, dart up from the table or, hell, even yell at you for your carelessness. He doesn’t yell at you and you don’t expect to see the colour of the liquid running down the table onto the floor to be red. Blood red. Fuck. A vampire. Hopefully, one who doesn’t eat you for your stupidity.

Just as you feel your heart sinking down to your stomach, your eyes flick up to meet the man whose day you likely ruined. You don’t see a hint of anger on his attractive features. In his defence, it’s probably because he’s busy looking at the way you’re gawking at him.

His unkempt hair and the deep eye bags adorning his sculpted face somehow make him look all the more endearing. It even looks like he’s wearing the smallest hint of eyeliner. Or are his eyes just naturally like that? Hard to tell. 

You’re pulled out of your thoughts (and staring session) by him breaking eye contact with you to clean himself up, before rising to his feet and doing the same to the table. It makes you come back down to Earth, and thereby remembering your clownery

“I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to—” you start, but are met with a hand held up in front of your face. You furrow your brows in confusion, having assumed his lack of aggression would mean he’d be more understanding but nope.

“No issue,” he grumbles in response, giving his trousers one last wipe down before swiftly weaving through the others in the coffee shop, flipping his hoodie up and taking his leave. Now, you’re even more confused. 

Sure, you spilled something over him and the table, but you would have bought him another one? Paid for his dry cleaning or something maybe? Yet, off he went, moving so quickly you couldn’t ever hope to catch up to him. Fucking vampires, man, you shake your head.

The confusion eventually fades but not completely. You help one of the baristas doing the last of the clean up before settling into the strange vampire’s seat and letting your mind wander as you eat your breakfast. 

second time: gawking at the gym

It’s a common occurrence for you to make it to the gym right as the rush of 9-5s ends, the perfect time in your opinion. Nobody hogging any of the ellipticals, the water cooler always left unoccupied and nothing but time for you to get through your usual routine.

With this in mind, you can confidently say that nothing out of the ordinary ever happens at the gym. Well, could say. 

Carefully bringing your leg around to meet the other on your way off of the exercise bike, you're momentarily distracted by the sound of a nearby treadmill whirring so much hard that it sounds as though it may break. 

Lifting your towel and water bottle, you make your way over in curiosity. It almost seems as if whoever is on the treadmill moves even faster as you approach. Once you make it there, you’re met with the man who seems to be continuously haunting your surroundings. 

Despite his unruly purple hair in a band and all-black gym attire, vamp man still seems out of place. The athletic wear is a complete change of pace, considering the hoodie and leather jacket he was wearing during your first encounter. 

You rid yourself of any wandering thoughts about the man and focus on him being the reason that the treadmill is about to be on its last legs. You can’t bring yourself to look away from him; the sheer speed of his legs is mindblowing.  And a little ridiculous looking if you’re honest with yourself.

The moment is short lived when he slows to a stop, probably thinking the same thing that you are about the poor machine not being able to last another mile. He looks like he’s barely broken a sweat. Fucking vampires, you repeat to yourself.  

Just your luck, he notices your presence as he dabs the side of his not-even-sweating face with his towel. He begins to smirk at your eyes on him. 

“Little rude to stare, isn’t it?” he wonders aloud, voice much deeper and more luxurious than what you remember. Getting caught fills you with deep embarrassment. You stutter out a quick apology before making your way over to another machine. 

Even with your back facing away from any passing people as you continue your routine, you can practically feel his eyes boring into you.

A few minutes is all it takes for you to turn to check if your suspicions are correct. You’re met with his shameless stare. He’s not even making an attempt to hide his gaze either, leaning on one of the back walls as he watches you, large arms crossed over his broad chest somehow making the skin-tight shirt he’s wearing even tighter. 

This is torture, you think to yourself as you give him a polite smile, only to hear him chuckling at your strained smile.

“What? So you can stare but I can’t?” he tries, fully getting your attention once more as you stop what you’re doing. Sighing and smacking your machine, you come off of your machine and make your way back over to him.

Your confidence about approaching decreases as you see the full height difference between you two. You’re a fair bit smaller than he is. He looms over you even with his back still leaning against the wall.

“If you’re trying to stalk me, you’re doing a bad job. It should be me, after all. I’m the predator,” he lightly mocks you. 

You almost stomp your foot. “I am not stalking you!” you protest. “It isn’t my fault that you apparently go to the same coffee shop and gym as me.” 

He levels you with a delighted look. Humans usually don’t take his teasing well but you seem so much fun.

Throwing an annoyed peace sign at him, you make your way out of the gym.

third time: literally just that scene in the first twilight movie without edward doing donuts in his car into the lot

“What’s a pretty thing like you doing out at this time?” The low voice comes from your side, making every muscle in your body suddenly jolt. You just left your friends. Why do creeps seem to have a radar?

Even as you pick up your pace and ignore the question, it only seems to egg him on more. Right as he starts talking to you again, he’s swiftly cut off.

Feeling a small gust of wind at your back despite the calm night, you turn in confusion. Where did the creep go? Your question is answered when you watch him get slammed against the nearest storefront’s shutters. A much taller figure overshadows over him, hand around the creep’s throat. 

Even in the darkness, you can see the purple hair, unruly as ever starting from the collar of his coat. You stride over and pull on Shinso’s coat sleeve in hopes of ceasing his threatening actions—no matter how much the creep deserves the vampire’s ire. After all, you don’t want Shinso to end up with a track record after, like, a century (you’re guessing) without one.

“Shinso,” you say, eyes pleading as you look up at him—unaware of how much he enjoys hearing you so naturally say his name. He meets your stare briefly then rolls his eyes and releases his hold, watching the man scramble away. The chuckle that leaves him at the scene makes you wonder if he’s a sadist. 

Before you can wonder much more, he grips your hand tightly in his own as he leads you farther down the street. The clasp strangely comforting to you despite his freezing skin.

“You really need to stop being so irresponsible,” he tells you, tone almost mocking as he (somehow) takes every right path to your apartment building. There’s no point in questioning how he knows this. After all, for some reason, the world keeps leading you to him in an array of coincidences that are starting to feel less and less coincidental. 

When you let out a scoff, his hand seems to tighten further and you reflexively try to yank your hand away. He just stops in his tracks and turns to face you. There’s a look in his eyes you don’t question, especially since he speaks up before you do. 

“Don’t make me have to watch your every move to keep you out of trouble, I’d like to have a social life too, you know,” he grumbles, before turning to walk away. It leaves you a little dumbfounded to say the least, since you’re not exactly stopping him from having a life. Y’know, with, how totally unplanned these encounters are and all.

fourth time: the confrontation

Apparently, not one thing can be your own anymore. Not that you’re complaining, of course, but the sheer number of coincidences between you and Shinso is extraordinary and only seems to escalate. You keep running into him even in places so busy that you think there’s no chance of running into anybody you know. 

Now that Autumn is in full swing, the nights are colder and the leaves are dappled in brown and red shades. The perfect time to start going on walks through some of the bustling parks you live near. 

You love the scenery, especially the large lake that lies in the middle of your favorite park. As dusk rolls around, you take the chance to get a walk in to enjoy the now barely visible sunlight and to ponder a certain vampire. 

Not even one lap into walking around the lake, you catch sight of the colour that’s been plaguing your thoughts in your peripheral. 

The deep indigo colour is hard to miss, especially when it’s on the head of the vampire you keep running into. Though this time feels a little different since you finally catch him when he’s unaware of you.

Sitting on one of the benches facing the water, he’s wearing his typical hoodie and leather jacket and is holding what looks to be a book. What kind of book a vampire reads is beyond your imagination. 

All you know is that you finally have the opportunity to take the upper hand. Every time you see Shinso, he worms his way out of your questions. Or he leaves in an ominous distinctly vampire fashion.

There’s no reason for him to be everywhere you go, unless ... You want to confirm your hypothesis. 

The plan is simple. You’ll act like you're still out on your casual walk and you’ll walk up to the bench and sit down in a non-suspicious way. You nod to yourself. Perfect, flawless plan. 

It shockingly works … his book must be really good. You get all the way up to the bench without him acknowledging you. Since he’s only taking up one side, you don’t wait for verbal permission to sit down alongside him.

He still makes no indication that he notices you. His eyes never leave the book he has in his hands. You fixate your eyes on the silver ring on his index finger as he flicks through the pages. 

You lean in close and try to keep your smugness about finally startling him from bleeding into your voice when you speak. 

“You know, I’m starting to think you’re conveniently everywhere I go on purpose.”

For the first time ever, he’s the one caught off guard. Shinso flinches away from you and brings his eyes to meet yours. Without his signature smirk or witty comments, he simply gets up to take his leave. 

Well. This certainly isn’t going the way you want.

After your many encounters, you can pick up on his overall mood through his reactions to you. Though, he’s never reacted like this. At least not since the incident at the coffee shop.

The dismissal ignites irritation in you. Why is up to him whether or not you interacted? Taking the opportunity while you still have it, you follow him. 

It isn’t until he passes a large tree just off of the main path that you completely catch up to him. You realize he’ll easily slip away if you don’t move quickly. So you do, hand coming up to hit the tree trunk and essentially blocking his way. 

His eyes widen at you. However, he makes no attempt at escaping. 

“Why do we keep running into each other?” you ask with exasperation, eyes still on him as he moves to lean against the tree. You don’t move your hand, using it to grasp some control of the situation.

“You’re everywhere I go, it doesn’t matter where or when. You’re always there.” The rant is far from needed for him, he knows this already. But, you keep going. 

“What is this? Were we lovers in a past life or something? Do you have some unresolved feelings?” The way you’re rambling makes you impossibly endearing to him. His classic chuckle slipping out stops you in your tracks.

“Nothing of the sort,” he curtly replies. You cross your arms over your chest at his usual demeanor returning. “No such thing as reincarnated soulmates, at least with what I’ve experienced in my lifetime. Though, the feelings department…” As he continues, he leans closer to you. So much so you can almost feel his breath on your face and smell his warm, spicy cologne. 

“Is there a problem if I do have feelings for you?”

You blink at him. What? You don’t think you’ve ever been so caught off guard.. Feelings? Is that what this has all been about? 

Every previous encounter begins to run through your head and you start picking out small things that back up his statement. The lingering stares, teasing words, protective nature. You groan and drag your hands down your face. Man, you didn’t pick up on any of his hints. He must think you’re an idiot. 

Before you can give him an answer, he pushes off the tree, standing over you at full height. Assuming he’s about to attempt to leave once more, you’re surprised to see him turning back in the direction of the bench. When you make no effort to move, he reaches out and pulls you by your coat until his hand is in yours. 

“I’ll take that as not a problem.” A smirk still on his face due to you indirectly feeding his ego. 

Although, now walking beside him, you don’t miss the way his free hand reaches up to rub at the back of his neck. A gesture you recognise as one of his nervous tics. Did you do that to him? You grin at the idea that you make the great vampire feel that way.

“There’s a scooter rental place down by this side of the lake.” His voice brings you out of your thoughts, realising he’s been trying to hold eye contact with you. “I’ll make a deal with you, if you let me take you out on a ride around the lake, I’ll answer any questions you have, deal?”

The way he’s practically bargaining with you makes you want to laugh, but you keep your face neutral as you agree to his offer. Who turns down taking a romantic scooter ride with a hot vampire? Nobody. 

Of course, he takes any opportunity to tease you, so he rents a smaller scooter so you have to cling onto him.

You don’t complain though. How can you as you enjoy feeling his back muscles flex? Not to mention, he keeps his promise and answers any and every question you have about himself or his past. And, wow, he has an interesting and long past. 

As the sky turns dark and drips stars, you’re left with a feeling rising in your chest that you certainly don’t reject and with the hope of meeting him again—on purpose, this time. A planned event seems likely as you clutch the torn-out blank page of his book with his phone number scribbled across it in your fist.

one time: he gazes at you

“Hitoshi. You already have better night vision than me. This is so extra!” you protest, stumbling through the dark apartment as your vampiric boyfriend maneuvers you to ... his room, you think. 

Hitoshi just rubs soothing circles on your back and you just know the fucker is smirking. You hear the light click on. 

“You can take the blindfold off.” 

Tugging the blindfold off, you stare at the new object Hitoshi bought for his room. 

“Baby, this is a mirror.” 

He nods while leaning against his bed, looking infuriatingly pretty per usual. 

“You can’t even see yourself in a mirror. Why?” You arch an eyebrow in Hitoshi’s direction, trying to explain your absolute bafflement at his purchase. 

“In case you’re here and want to check yourself out.”  

You see nothing but innocence plastered on his facial expression but did you trust it? No. 

A mindblowing second later, he stands in front of you, caressing your face with calloused, cold hands. A nice contrast to the sweltering temperature in his room he set for you. Hitoshi leans in to kiss you, gentle but firm. Your hands go up to fist his shirt as he intensifies the kiss. 

He slides his hands down your cheek to stroke your lip and then slowly skims down your body.  

“It would be a great idea to take this off,” he whispers, playing with the hem of your shirt. 

You eagerly nod as he strips you out of your shirt and pants. Awareness of his plans finally clicks when he turns you to face the mirror. 

The remark on the tip of your tongue dies when Hitoshi rolls your nipples through the thin lace of your bra. You arch into his touch as he gently pinches and pulls them. God, your panties are already drenched and nipples hard. 

“Fuck,” you moan as Hitoshi slides your panties to the side. Letting you lean against his corded chest, he hitches one of your legs off the floor. 

“Go on, spread yourself open. Let me see how wet your slutty cunt is,” he murmurs into your ear. 

You hard swallow as you spread your glistening lips open for him, strands of your arousal clinging to your fingers when you pull them away. Hitoshi digs his hand into your thigh.

“Did I tell you to stop?” He sounds amused as he uses his other hand to pull your hair by the roots.

“No, no, daddy, I’m sorry,” you apologize and move your hand back to where it belongs. 

“Good girl, look at yourself. Wrecked without even being fucked.” You stare at yourself in the mirror with a half-lidded gaze. He’s right. With your heaving chest and puffy, soaked pussy, you look like you’ve been railed. But instead, you continue to spread open your aching pussy for your fully clothed boyfriend.

“Daddy, daddy, please touch me,” you plead as you grind against his hard bulge, desperate for any kind of friction. 

“Are you going to be a good girl for me?” If you were any more lucid, you’d have smacked Hitoshi for his lilting tease. 

“Aren’t I always a good girl,” you whine, hands clambering at his thighs. 

He chuckles at that, kissing your head before somehow gracefully crumpling to the ground with you in his lap. In a blink, he has you spread out in his lap as he plays with your clit. He slides a thick finger inside your tiny cunny as he grazes your shoulder with his canines.

“Look at you,” he coos. “You look so good like this, my darling little slut.” 

You don’t even have a retort, too enraptured by the sight of Hitoshi fingerfucking your sopping cunt with his invisible hand. The way your cunt opens for him and gapes in the mirror spellbinding for both of you.

You moan as your hips jerk up. There’s not much more he loves than how your lips part and your legs shake at how he strokes his finger inside of you. 

“More,” you beg. How can he resist your dazed expression? 

“Such a needy baby,” he tsks as he scissors you open with another finger. 

Another strum of your clit and pinch of your nipple and you’re gone, eyes squeezing shut. Your juices surely ruining his pants as you writhe in his lap. 

He cradles your cheek and then grips your chin to turn you back to the mirror. 

“Look at yourself, pretty girl. Such a fucked out mess.” 

You gaze at the bruises blooming over your shoulders and down your neck and shudder, pleased. The aftershocks of your orgasm leave you warm as you languidly suck your juices off Hitoshi’s fingers.  

“Toshi!” you squeal as he gently deposits you on his bed and pulls his clothes off. The bed is purely decorative and for you considering he doesn’t sleep. Although, even with a bed, you guys still fuck over every surface in his apartment. 

Your sensitivity protests fall to deaf ears as he bends your knees to your chest. This time, Hitoshi is the one to spread you open. He slaps your cunt and you claw at the sheets. Pumping two fingers slowly in and out of you, he uses his other hand to roughly pull down your bra.

His chapped lips wrapping around your nipple and cold fingers groping your other breast feel overwhelming. Hitoshi cages you in, sucking wet kisses over your tits, leaving you no room to evade his overstimulation as you squirm to get away from his fingers fucking up into you. 

Your sore nipples and cunt get a moment of reprieve as he moves down to concentrate on marking bites all over your plush thighs. Instantly, you miss being full. 

When he passes your empty, clenching cunt for the third time to suck bruises on your inner thighs, you burst. 

“Daddy, please, please, fuck me!” 

Hitoshi trails kisses up your heated skin to your throat, laving over the hickies he left.

“Beautiful,” he croons as he finally positions his tip against your hole and pushes in. The praise and stretch make you whine. He stills as your tiny cunt clenches around him. Your warm, drenched walls wrapping around his cock makes him toss his head back in pleasure. 

“My patient good girl,” he groans, pulling at your nipples. 

“Fuck—more, daddy, more,” you curse as you squirm, your hips rocking up to meet his shallow thrusts. He doesn’t reply and grazes his fangs over your pulse point as he holds your hips down. 

Your breath hitches—and he abruptly pulls back.

“Did my baby think I was going to bite her?” Hitoshi gives you a lazy smirk as he keeps his vexingly slow pace, watching his cock drag in and out of your creaming cunt. 

His large hand wrapping around your neck makes you squeak and suddenly tighten around him. Your favorite necklace. Knowing he’s using an insignificant fraction of his strength to please you makes your eyes roll back as your breath stutters.

“That’s it, cum for me, pretty girl.” Hitoshi starts a punishing pace as he strokes your clit with his free hand. His dark eyes never leave his hand wrapped around your throat, your ravishing lightheaded face and your bouncing tits. Hitoshi’s furrowed expression as he drags his tongue over his canines in concentration makes you whimper. 

You buck against him, gushing around him and crying out his name.

The way you cum so prettily for him has Hitoshi hissing your name in your ear as he thrusts deep into your spasming cunt, chasing his own release. Intertwining his hands with yours, he presses you into the mattress to pin you down. Before long, his orgasm washes over him. 

You gaze contentedly at Hitoshi as he pulls out, feeling empty already—and then you realize. 

“Hitoshi! I swear to god if I look like a grape again,” you threaten as you try to stand up to head to the bathroom. 

You don’t even take a step before he whisks you into his bathroom, laughing at you and kissing your forehead. 

Well. You suppose looking like a grape isn’t that bad.

#bnha smut #shinsou smut #mha smut #pomoboba writes #pomoboba.nsfw #shinso smut #hitoshi shinsou smut

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Dirty jenga prompts - #50 make a sex noise with small!might, please 😂

make a sex noise with small!might

“Toshiii.” Your whine took on a lilting tone as you straddled your boyfriend. 

He quirked an eyebrow at you as you playfully trailed your hands up and down his chest, careful not to jostle his injury.

“Is there something you need?” He teased, letting your foreheads press together. 

“I want you to touch me,” you huffed, winding your hands behind his neck. Even when Toshi was in his so-called inferior form, that didn’t change a damn thing about his large ass hands. 

Toshi rested his hands on your hips, tracing small circles on your skin. You tried to force his hands to crawl up your shirt. He refused. Nothing but a gentle smile on his face as he watched you squirm in his lap. 

“Toshi, please. You’re being so mean. C’mon,” you pouted and begged to no avail. He stopped touching you entirely then suddenly harshly tugged back your hair. A moan spilled from your mouth.

He leaned in and whispered. “What makes you think you’re in charge here?”

#pomoboba.nsfw #pomoboba writes #all might smut #dirty jenga prompts #BNHA smut #pomoboba x mutual otp #small!might smut

[persimmonteas]

Aww i’m sad you can’t do ushi but 17 with iwa u wu??

remove one article of clothing w/ adler!ushi

surprise! i blame you for my newfound ushijima brainrot

You sat on the bleachers, flipping through your medical textbook attempting to study. But mostly it felt like your brain was stuffed full of cotton and like you’ve never had a single cohesive thought in your life. 

Groaning, you gave up and leaned back against the bleacher seat above you. Watching hot volleyball players practice was so much more enticing than radiology anyway. 

The air conditioning in the gym was busted and you could feel sweat collecting on your body. But, there were upsides to this. You leaned forward, praying that your boyfriend would turn around to receive a ball or something so you could see his shirt cling to his impeccable abs. Maybe see the sweat dripping down his incredibly focused, hot face. You weren’t picky. 

Almost like he could hear what you were thinking, Ushijima turned around and stripped off his shirt in one fluid movement. You swallowed hard, eyes tracking all over his form. So distracted that you almost missed his lips curling into a smirk, imperceptible to anybody but you. Years of dating have trained you to notice any slight change to his normally expressionless face.

....

After practice (which took forever and was insufferable, in your humble opinion), Ushijima tried to help you study. 

“What was the question—,” you gasped as his hand whispered over your clit, your hips desperately grinding up to meet his fingers.

“Answer the question.” Ushijima flicked his eyes up at your pleading face. He didn’t move from his position between your legs. He looked almost completely unaffected by you being spread out on the bed with a stack of flashcards near you. But you knew he must be throbbing hard by now.

“If you don’t answer it correctly, you don’t get to cum.”

#pomoboba.nsfw #pomoboba writes #ushijima smut #dirty jenga prompts #haikyuu smut #pomoboba x mutual otp #mae bb

[persimmonteas]

34 with Kurogiri, please? 🥺💜

“Each of my thoughts about you are improper.” 

“You look lovely today,” Kurogiri remarks, wiping down the bar with a cloth. 

You look up from your reverie, hands fiddling with your top’s low neckline. “Oh, just lovely?” you tease. 

“Would you like me to say each of my thoughts about you are improper instead?” He shoots back. 

You tap a finger on your lips and grin.

“Yes, yes I would. I think that would be an excellent turn of events considering I do the same.” 

“Can y’all flirt elsewhere?” Dabi complains, scrolling through his phone. “You aren’t even flirting; you’re just straight up eyefucking each other.” 

You tilt your head towards Kurogiri, gesturing with a palm out. “I think it’s time to use your warp gate for pleasure, not just business, yeah?” 

#kurogiri x reader #idk how to tag this it's SUGGESTIVE not SMUT #also i have no clue how i made this purely suggestive #pomoboba events #misty boi deserves to get laid!!! #pomoboba writes

[persimmonteas]

hq!boys business school AU

as a business graduate, here’s the business major (derogatory) post nobody asked for

aoba johsai

oikawa: communications > oikawa would be the overachieving comms major who is triple majoring in advertising/communications/PR and can type at like 150+ WPM and juggles five clubs. he will show up to an internship interview wearing a floral blazer or some shit and get it

mattsun: business law > pre-law track and lazily smirks whenever he answers a question in class. also, will try to destroy you in mock trials

maki: undeclared to business admin > he’s vibing. shows up to two classes during the semester and still scores higher than 90% of his classmates

iwa: engineering management > he just wants everything to make sense ok and STEM majors for some reason love him 

fukurōdani

bokuto: human resources > man just wants everybody to get along. everybody cheers internally when they get in a group project with him because he will bring snacks

akaashi: biz data analytics > i mean,,,he’s an editor. that’s about the same thing as dumpster diving for data errors. also brings coffee to group projects

inarizaki

atsumu: logistics > he just wants to be on top of the food supply chain. he gets on the president’s list and is the crowning glory of the business school. if you’re in a group project with him, you better pull your weight or else he’ll roast you in front of everybody

osamu: food industry management > he just wants to interview a bunch of food industry executives for projects and maybe get some free samples. also, what better way to learn trade secrets so his shop beats everybody? 

kita: agribusiness > perfect GPA dude. got a co-op his freshman year. you pray to his instagram profile that you pass your exams

karasuno

suga: econ > suga would be the one facepalming over dumb econ theories BUT also the one saying dumb econ theories himself with a straight face

daichi: accounting > sexc and reliable, would tutor the hapless people who can’t deal with accounting

hinata: social media marketing > he’d post really wholesome memes and get sad when people go “begone brand” when he was just tryna chat with people on a brand handle

kageyama: computer info systems > his reasoning would be that he was too dumb for computer science but not social enough for the other business majors lol

nekoma

kuroo: marketing > i see CEO!Kuroo imagines but may I also suggest CMO!Kuroo. he’s the smirky marketing student who downs like a gallon of iced coffee and has the most ~ aesthetic ~ presentations  

kenma: entrepreneurship > he did it for like 2 years then dropped out and now posts youtube videos about how college ain’t it

shiratorizawa

shirabu: finance > dude is definitely going into i-banking and 80+ hour work weeks with pride and 0 sanity

ushijima: management > a strong silent reliable manager type who is also the president of a business honors society

tendou: procurement > any club fundraising involves tendou baking. ends up as a buyer for a chocolate company

#haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu!! headcanons #hq! headcanons #nekoma headcanons #aoba johsai headcanons #fukurodani headcanons #inarizaki headcanons #karasuno headcanons #shiratorizawa headcanons #college AU #pomoboba writes

[persimmonteas]

charisma.

pairing: Incubus Shinsou x f!Reader

word count: ~1k 

tags/warnings: aged-up characters, minor angst but not with reader, fluff, praise kink, liberties taken with shinsou’s quirk by reimagining him into shincubus, established relationship, eating out, nipple play, soft shinsou 🥺, banter

cross-posted on AO3 

In childhood, Hitoshi’s quirk manifested as overwhelming charisma. He learned that pleasing people made him feel energized. Brand new. 

Every cooed compliment over his grades or completed chore sustained him.

Since he hadn’t manifested a visible quirk, there was concern that he was quirkless — except nobody could ignore the puzzling glow that lit him up whenever he pleased people.

Once puberty struck, he remained as delightful as ever. Then he found out what his quirk actually was.

He collapsed, face in hands, on the steps of his home as emergency services whisked away his partner. It was supposed to be fun. She had looked like she was having so much fun. And then her face turned ashen and he rushed to grab at her wrist. There was no hammering pulse. The emergency workers reassured him she was okay as he sat there dead-eyed and golden. 

All he had wanted to do was make people happy. 

Her parents forbade her from ever seeing Hitoshi again.

Hitoshi applied to U-A’s hero program over and over again. 

At U-A, his control over his powers flourished. He could talk any practice “villain” into settling down with a gentle coaxing tone and casual shrug. They wanted to please him.

But not enough energy was coming in (turns out U-A is not heavy on compliments) to negate the effects of using Charisma and Hitoshi crashed. He woke up in a hospital room with Deku as his bedmate. Even Deku—who broke his own fingers to help people—pleaded with Hitoshi to take better care of his health. That it was ok to also take in order to test his limits or else he’ll never learn to control his quirk. 

Hitoshi refused to take. It was too risky. But Deku’s words continued to rattle through his head. They reverberated as he continued to land himself in the hospital and through months of dating you with almost zero physical contact. 

The lack of physical contact was fine by you—mostly. You knew about his dilemma and Hitoshi definitely had words of affirmation and acts of service on lock. He was constantly bringing you snacks and your favorite drink. 

A few months of dating turns into a year and you two graduate from U-A. In your shared apartment with an adorable kitten padding through the living room, Hitoshi brings up Deku’s words and you can’t help but agree with Deku. He takes your hand on his thigh and languishes your fingers around his mouth. As your face lights up, he lights up.

It’s over too soon. He pushes you to drink water, take a nap, eat. You notice his dark circles are lighter than they have ever been in the time that you’ve known him.

Bit by bit over eight years of dating, you two experiment with your limits. He has more energy than he’s had in years. He sinks his newfound energy into ruining villains with an ease that helps him climb up the hero ranks. 

One day, you sit in the same living room feeling a deep-seated restlessness roll over you. You crave completion so, so bad. You want Hitoshi to ruin you too. You need to know how it feels to have Hitoshi stretch you out and not just with the gentlest strokes of his fingers.

The door unlocking interrupts your thoughts. Your boyfriend—no, fiance—comes in.  

You gape at his almost blinding glow.

He shrugs off his coat and jabs at the cover of the Heroes Weekly with a self-satisfied smirk that totally does not hide the absolute joy in his eyes.

“Come here, number four hero.” You hold out your arms. 

His kiss is crushing, pinning you against the wall and biting down on your bottom lip.

As delightful as the makeout is, you pull back. Hitoshi runs a thumb over your swollen lips. 

“I can’t drain you right now, too much of an energy reserve,” he explains with a wicked grin. 

With that permission, you immediately drop to your knees, hands moving over his slender hips for his zipper. He groans the second you wrap your lips around his cock. You lick up his shaft and sink back down until he touches the back of your throat. His hands bury into your hair when you swallow, throat flexing around him. 

“Fuck,” he hisses as you pull off his dick with a pop of your lips, looking up at him with wet, hazy eyes. You push him towards the couch and straddle him with your skirt riding up over your thighs. 

Hitoshi’s calloused hands reach under your tank top to roughly palm your tits as you grind your clothed cunt over his dick. 

You whine as he tugs and pinches your hard nipples.

His hands still over your tits. “What do you want?” He asks with a grin and you swear you could see his glow intensify. 

“Fuck me,” you beg as you reach down to pull your panties to the side. The feeling of your wet bare cunt sliding over his dick tears needy pants out of your throat. 

He throws you off him onto the couch, one hand bunching up your tank top and the other one tugging your panties off. 

“Such pretty tits.” His praise and hot, wet mouth around your nipples have you keening. Hips canting to brush your cunt against his hard, thick cock. 

He brushes two fingers against your lips and you suck on them. “Good girl,” he coos and wraps his hands around your knees to push them to your chest.

You whimper his name, each instance climbing higher in pitch, when he spreads you open and laps at your clit. 

“Baby, you’re sopping wet,” he groans and uses his wet fingers to twist your nipple then trail down to pump the same two fingers inside you. 

The sound of his fingers stuffing you and his mouth sucking on your clit has you clenching around his fingers. 

“I’m ready,” you babble as you tug his head away from your clit. 

He wipes his mouth and stands up, taking his fingers out of you. He watches your glistening cunt contract around nothing as he lazily strokes his cock.

You huff and grab his belt loops to drag him closer to you. Hitoshi chuckles at your impatience and presses a kiss to your forehead as he shallowly dips his cock inside you. 

Just the tip was such a pleasant stretch that you might cry if he’s not fully inside you in the next five seconds. “Hitoshi, oh my god, please just fuck me,” you claw at his arms. 

Both of you loudly moan when he finally bottoms out inside you. 

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he grits out, teeth clenched. He loves the way your pussy looks fully stuffed finally.  

“I’m going to cum,” he warns. You respond by grinding up, hips rocking against his. “Yes, yes, yes,” you chant, nails dragging down his back, your pussy spasming as you cum.

He slumps over you, his body a pleasant weight pressing you into the couch, as he spills cum into your cunt. 

You play with his hair as he recovers. When he sits up and pulls you into his lap, you gaze at his luminous face.

“Nice afterglow you got there,” you tease. 

“... Why do I love you?” 

#shinsou smut #pomoboba writes #pomoboba.nsfw #hitoshi shinsou smut

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BNHA

drabbles

a self-care bitch. bakugo drabble (NSFW)

make a sex noise. small!might drabble (NSFW)

each of my thoughts about you are improper. kurogiri (SFW but suggestive)

one-shots

baby, you’re brilliant. aoyama (IK IK just trust me ok) one-shot for Citrus Dome’s Auction collab (NSFW)

happy railentine’s day. denki soulmate AU! one-shot for Citrus Dome’s Lover’s Day collab (NSFW)

all shinsou baybeee

charisma. incubus soft boi!shinsou one-shot (NSFW)

take a good look. vampire!shinsou one-shot written w/ @shinaus (NSFW)

mellow. poly shinsou x sero threesome one-shot (NSFW)

all izuku the bb

I had no idea you were into this kinda thing. drabble (NSFW)

keep me warm. one-shot for Citrus Dome’s Snowed In collab (NSFW)

Haikyuu

good morning. kuroo drabble (NSFW)

do what they want, to them. atsumu drabble (NSFW)

remove one article of clothing. ushijima drabble (NSFW)

HQ! boys in business school headcanons (SFW)

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managing chaos | Ch 1

masterlist here | AO3. send an ask/DM to me or ghost to be added to taglist. 

collaboration with @ghost-flakes​

summary:

You stared at your inbox in despair. It felt like just an hour ago that you had emptied it out and now here you were again with 50 unread emails. "Look, I’ll do a lot to be left the fuck alone," you groused.

You work for buzzy health startup Plus Ultra and talks around town are that you'll become the next unicorn company. You're on a project supporting their new customer account, Lovr - your project pod is insane but is somehow keeping your sanity intact.

multi-chapter. slow burn pairing TBD 

tags: startup culture/office/business!AU, slice of life, crack, humor, power of friendship, program manager pain, y/n is absolutely done and is only here for the $, catharsis writing. all HS characters are aged up to 22+

note: unicorn means a startup with a $1bil valuation. we're just two tired ex-PMs who are now catharsis'ing out on a fic. shoutout to @andypantsx3​ for being the ABSOLUTE most hype for this

You were wondering how you got here. You found yourself sitting in the middle of an all-glass conference room watching the woman standing in front of you.

She had cheeks flushed from excitement, her eyes sparkled brightly, and her hair was smooth, shiny, and straight. You were lowkey jealous, as your hair never even came close to being so orderly.

You could see company-hoodie-clad people walking past the conference room, peering at you curiously. This gave you serious fishbowl vibes, and you resisted the urge to puff up your cheeks and pull a face at the passerbys.

Branded t-shirts, notebooks, and pens laid neatly in front of you on the table. You dutifully clicked the pen and opened a notebook, ready to take notes.

“My name is Ochako! I’m the Director of Happiness. Or, in boring terms, I’m Head of People Operations. Welcome to Plus Ultra! We hope we can become your family.”

Even though there were only two people in your cohort, Ochako sounded like she was giving a speech to a whole crowd. It was impressive.

You’d typically groan at the cheesy family term—like, family where bitch?—but Ochako seemed so sincere that you almost felt bad. Almost.

You exchanged a look with the purple-haired dude next to you - he subtly shrugged with one shoulder. Good to know you both were mildly apprehensive about the sheer amount of good-natured cheer seeping out of Ochako’s pores.

“Let’s talk about company culture. You’ve probably already met our Office Manager, Hawks, during your interviews. Hawks is incredible and you’ll love him. He’s the reason why our company is fun to work at.” You nodded - you could see that. Your interviews had gone well, but you noticed that Hawks had brought a certain levity and smoothness to the part that he had conducted.

“We have a bi-weekly happy hour and quarterly cultural event. Budget is allocated per function or project pod so you can do whatever you want—within reason, of course,” Ochako chuckled. All right, alcohol and party money! It felt like the adult version of being bribed with free pizza in college. Looks like some things never changed.

“We have a keg in office but we encourage all of you not to abuse it. Only two drinks maximum per day. And have at it after hours but do not consume alcohol if you cannot behave appropriately.” Ochako paused and then smiled, but it felt more like a warning. It sent a shudder down your spine. You were sure there was a story there, but you weren’t entirely sure you wanted to know what it was when it put such a sharp expression on Ochako’s face.

“Since we are a growing company, our PTO is modest. You’ll have 15 days a year, with three sick days. There are 10 holiday days, with one of them being a floating holiday decided by management at the start of each calendar year, although it usually ends up being sometime around Thanksgiving or Christmas.” She covered the insurance policy briefly, as well. You nodded as you jotted this information down.

Ochako paused and her eyes flicked down to the notes in front of her before she continued. You were surprised, as you were sure that she had given this speech many times before. Then again, you understood the occasional brain fart. If nothing else, it made Ochako more human in your eyes, instead of a borderline ethereal HR entity.

“Why don’t we go around the room and get to know each other? Name, title, team. Basic stuff. Then we want to know your favorite vegetable and workout!”

You groaned internally. Was this the penance you’d have to pay working for a health and fitness-oriented startup? It felt like you already had done so much to seem health oriented. Before your interview, you even bought an Ultrabit in a panic to make it look like you used the product. You fiddled with the “smart fitness product that helped improve personal health metrics” on your wrist.

“I’ll be a Junior Account Manager.” You introduced yourself before continuing to describe your role. “I’m not sure which team yet—” stupid NDAs; it was fun not knowing what you’ll be working on until starting day— “but I’m excited to join Plus Ultra! My favorite vegetable is brussel sprouts and I love running.”

“What’s your favorite dessert?” Ochako asked. “Can’t be totally healthy all the time!”

You paused and thought about it. Look, dessert was great but you were honestly just making money to fund your boba addiction. “Does boba count? ‘Cause boba.”

“I love boba too! We should get boba sometime,” Ochako casually remarked. The comment gave you whiplash.

Oh, wow. Gotta remember that you don’t work at a place with a clear hierarchy anymore. You smiled and nodded. Ochako seemed nice, and maaaaybe she could give you the lowdown on the prime boba spots nearby.

Purple-haired dude absentmindedly rubbed the back of his neck. “I’m Shinsou. I’ll be starting on the IT team as an IT Support Specialist.” Support specialist, huh? Sounded like code for a poorly-paid errand runner, and you hoped for his sake that your interpretation was wrong.

You took a moment to look at him closely, your eyes traveling from the top of his head, down the rest of his face, pausing at his shoulders before taking in his general composure. He had wild, slightly gelled up purple hair, and under-eye bags so deep they could be luggage. He carried the unfortunate air of a creature of the night forced to participate in society.

Underneath that veneer, you could sense that he had a snarky vibe. He reminded you of your roommate in some ways, which made sense. You had heard of Shinsou through the roomie but had not met him in the flesh before today.

“I like ants on a log. My favorite workout is either aerial silks or bicycling. One of these is a lie.” Ahhh, there was the snark. He paused, leaning back in his chair a fraction.

“And my favorite dessert is lavender ice cream.” This was spoken almost as though he was a little unwilling to share. Either way -  nice. You could respect color coordination.

“Nice to meet y’all! Again, my name is Ochako and I’m HR. My favorite vegetables are carrots, I love going rock climbing and my favorite dessert is mochi ice cream.” Ochako beamed. Huh, made sense. She kinda reminded you of a bunny with her straight blinding white teeth and rosy cheeks. You wondered if they were natural or brought to you by Invisalign.

“It’s cool to meet you. Mochi is great,” Shinsou offered. He stretched and spun his chair once.

“Yeah! Thank you for going through this presentation with us,” you smiled at Ochako. She returned your smile as she stacked her notecards together and turned off the laptop in the conference room.

“Alright! Now that introductions are over, you can meet your managers over there.” She gestured to someone behind you.

You looked over and it was the blonde guy from your interview. Hizashi, you think? He enthusiastically waved at you with a bright grin.

Grabbing your onboarding stuff, you left the conference room and walked over to greet him. He felt like an oversized golden retriever just bursting with energy. Between him and Ochako, you weren’t sure how you’d survive; they gave you strong Morning People vibes and you very much were not part of that group.

“Hey! Hizashi, right?”

“Yeah, yeah!” He lit up more than you thought possible at the fact that you remembered his name. It blinded you. “You can call me Mic though. How was your orientation?”

“It was good! Learned a lot of fun facts.” Mostly food facts, but that was all that really mattered.

“Let me show you your desk, get your headshot taken and then we’ll get started on team introductions and training, ‘kay?” Mic rattled off. He clapped his hands together and rubbed them with glee.

You grinned back, hoping to match Mic’s level of joy.

He walked you through a maze of people sitting at their desks typing away. Some were chatting, but most were focused on the task at hand.

You tried to keep your soul from instantly recoiling in disgust. Ugh, open floor plans. You knew what you were getting into by interviewing at a baby startup, but the reality still made you cringe.

Just think about why you were here and where it could take you. You’ve seen worse. Open floor plans ain’t shit.

They.

Ain’t.

Shit.

(This would become your mantra whenever you felt eyes upon you.)

Overall, the vibe felt pretty welcoming, but that was from the outside looking in. You would see how this impression held up a couple of weeks into the job.

As you walked, Mic pointed out the kitchen, vending machines, and various doors decorating the edges of the room that led to conference rooms, C-level offices, customer offices, and other various and sundry rooms.

As you approached the heart of the wide room, he pointed out the various teams before gesturing to a cluster of ten white tables. “You’ll be sitting over here with our project pod. Looks like they’ve gone on their typical coffee run. You’ll meet them soon enough!”

You gulped, seized by a flash of nerves as you looked at the random assortment of stuff on everybody’s desks. You spotted:

Five succulents, a cute crocheted superhero plush and a stack of clearly abused notebooks

You swore you saw multiple veggie mini-figurines but they were obscured by a monitor and cookbooks

The tidiest desk you’ve ever seen, stationary so neatly laid out it was almost a work of art, and a picture of a smiling man

Krav maga gear and a jump rope. Motivational quotes littered the person’s monitor

A desk tear-off pinup calendar omg

Pretty sakura blossom reusable Starbucks cup, a Muji campus notebook, and colorful pens

Nothing, not even dust. Just three monitors and a laptop

Washi tape and what must be a bullet journal and a pyramid of stacked oranges

Mic pointed at the empty desk next to a desk that had headphones that looked like they cost more than your actual life and merch from a popular podcast on it. “You’ll be sitting next to me! Put that hoodie on so we can take your headshot.”

You dropped your orientation materials on your brand spanking new desk and scrambled to throw on your company branded hoodie, as Mic was already halfway across the room at a makeshift photoshoot area.

Before you knew it, a photo had been taken and you prayed that a.) it was better than your driver’s license photo, b.) you weren’t blinking, and c.) you didn’t have a stupid or murderous look on your face.

You glanced over your photo and sighed in relief as you gave Mic a thumbs up. With that done, he led you back to the desk cluster.

By this time, it seemed like your new teammates had returned, cheerfully chatting with each other with drinks in hand. You were dying to know which desk belonged to whom.

Mic joined the group like a bowling ball scattering pins.

“Welcome back, y’all!” he boomed, introducing you by name. “Here’s your new junior account manager.”

He turned to look at you, with a glint in his eyes, “You’ll be working on Project U-A.”

#bnha slice of life #bnha startup!AU #bnha office!AU #bnha business!AU #bnha x reader #bnha x y/n #pomoboba writes #ghost writes #bnha humor #bnha crack

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Hiii good day. If u wouldnt mind, can i be please added to the managing chaos? Thanks a lot 😊

Yess of course :) 

#managing chaos taglist #pomoboba writes

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i’m gonna end up writing like 4 fics today. i can feel it

sero x shinsou x reader

denki soulmate

pornstar!mattsun

daichi

#this is what happens when i get a day off work finally #my writing for fun brain restarts #pomoboba to do list #also looking for betas for all

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feb planning

pls vote for one. voting closes end of january!!

sakusa

osamu

atsumu

bo

shirabu

yaichi

#pomoboba housekeeping #gonna finally write a full-length HQ!!! ahhh