Head empty only thot is Dilf Shouto
i’m going crazy over the idea of dilf!shouto. happy birthday, dilf!shouto! <3
Shouto swore he’d never be like his father, and he isn’t. He’s better, he has control, he’s responsible, he’s considerate of those around him. Most importantly, he channels his negative feelings in a way that’s positive: you.
You swept him off his feet the moment he laid eyes on you, completely and wholly entralling the aged hero. Sure, he has status, money, fame. But he doesn’t have you; chipper, young, fuckable you.
So, the first time he gets you in bed, he’s sure to do his absolute best. Thick striations of back muscle twitching and flexing as he forces the girthy head of his cock into your little hole.
You can barely handle it either, even after hours of teasing, dragging you around the city, grinding that sweet pussy all over his thigh. You’re something else. Small, precious, and unattainable.
But as you claw fire into his flesh, fingers desperately reaching out to tug at his bicolored locks, one simple word has his world flipping on his head. Something deep, something traumatic, something unshakable rising to the surface like a hidden beast. Your lips part, hips squirming under his hold,
That’s all it takes for Shouto to snap. He completely loses it, his cool, his control. Once was the stoic, calm hero. Now he’s hungry, he feels ravenous, needs to prove something to someone, but the only one here is you.
He shoves those cute thighs of yours up, flat aginst your chest, ankles past your head in an uncomfortable, choking stretch. Mouth gaping like a fish, you want to question him, but all wind is lost as he plunges that fat cock of his into you all at once.
Prickes of his trimmed hairs, happy trail, grinding into your slit greedily, pulling more and more of Daddy, Daddy like you don’t seem to get it through that head of yours; what you’re doing to the poor man.
He huffs, shoving his hair out of his eyes as he glares down at you, “I’m your Daddy, yeah?” You find it in you to nod in between thrusts, legs quivering like mad.
“Daddy’s g’na take such good care of his—“ He has to pause, gasping at the way your tight cunt milks him, harder than any woman he’s fucked in the last twenty years. “Such good care of his pretty baby, shit.”
“G’na do everything for my baby.” You’re absent, completely fucked out as he rails you like a train, tears streaming down your face as he makes you cum over and over again, the sheets beneath you growing cold and wet and sticking to you so disgustingly.
He makes you cum nearly five times that night, or who knows how many. You can’t recall, besides the fact that you actually passed out with exhaustion, waking up in the wee hours of the night smothered by his warmth.
When you finally rise, with light streaming around the room, you find yourself alone in Shouto’s enourmous bed. But beside it, on the table, lies a note that you shove aside in favor of the pretty, black credit card glowing next to it.
The note reads: For my baby. From, Daddy.
Your heart swells. That’s right, he’s your Daddy, after all.
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you're an alpha who's best alpha buddies with Katsuki and his 2nd in command at bullying Izuku for *years* for being a beta who has no damn scent. plot twist because he's been told to take suppressants for years because his smaller frame couldn't handle the intense anger that comes with alpha ruts. but now he's 25 and off the suppressants so uhm maybe watch out bc he's abt to make u recede into an omega real fast <333
jesus christ, christine.. this is like, oh my god. i’m actually stressing myself out over how delicious this is. let me entertain you.
WARNINGS : suggestive content, DUBCON, ABO dynamics, bully!reader, coercion, alcohol consumption, college au, language—uh, sexy, alpha deku who is also very mean and uh, did i mention sexy? hehe.
Being quirkless isn’t inherently a bad thing.
Even with 20% of the population being quirkless, an ever decreasing minority, it’s not bad. No, however, that falling twenty percent doesn’t have to deal with you, specifically the devilish combination of you and the menace of an alpha known as Bakugou Katsuki.
Also, probably an important detail: twenty percent of the population isn’t Deku. A beta—a beta with no damn scent, no less—hah! It’s laughable, pathetic, means to be subjugated to years and years of brutality, of abuse, of treatment overlooked because it’s almost poetically justified.
At least to you. But that was years ago, a forgotten fragment of your high school memories that practically doesn’t even exist anymore. Deku doesn’t exist anymore, not here, not at college, and definitely not at this trashy, house party.
He’s not in the last shot of your liquor, either, that you feel scalding down your throat, the only reason you came, anyways. This sort of.. thing doesn’t really suit an alpha like you—all around you: betas, omegas, and threadbare excuses of “alphas,” more so, individuals jacked up on alpha supplements. Fakes.
Not real alphas, not like you.
Which is why, when, you’re seconds away from leaving, content with your fill of alcohol, wanting nothing more than to crawl into bed, curl up and read a book, maybe—
“What are you doing here?” A voice, rather deep, rattles from behind you.
You whip around, brows pinched together in disbelief because how dare anyone speak to you, and in that tone?
But once your eyes fall—rise—upon the towering, hulk of a man before you, chest first, then.. those green eyes you could recognize anywhere, those green eyes that used to flinch and spill over with weak, beta tears anytime you graced them with your presence. Now, dark, piercing, menacing as they glare down—down upon you.
“The fuck? What are you doing here?” You spit out, wafts of cheap liquor making the man cringe, nonetheless he steps into your personal space and makes you tread away, but your back hits a wall. Without hesitation, your palms fly forward, your entire strength coordinated into two defensive blows to shove him back, but he doesn’t even budge.
Instead, his grip flies to your wrists, and you gape at the roughness, the way you feel so fucking frail, one simple motion and your bones would snap in half. You. An alpha.
“Get the fuck off me, Deku!” You flail, arms shaking this way and that, every trick in the book coming to surface but it’s all.. No use. He’s too strong.
“Deku, hm? Haven’t been called that in years.”
You stand your ground, that familiar, intimidating rumble rolling through your chest, teeth bared, eyes drawn to slits, “Let. Go.”
He cocks his head then, corners of his lips twitching up in a sinister grin, something you’d recognize on yourself if you weren’t in your current position.
What the hell happened to him? How is he.. What is he?
Deku leans in, head craning down to bring his searing breath to the shell of your ear, letting the scent—his scent.. W-What?.. waft over you.
Before you can ounce up the strength to pull away again, Deku’s shifting his grip onto your waist, startling you as he tosses you seamlessly over his shoulder. You’re far too stunned to react in time, ears ringing as the scent of the sweat on his back violates your senses, makes your eyes water and your mouth go unbearably dry.
You hear hushed whispers as the messy crowd parts, only adding to your confusion, before you end up in a dark room, the door slamming and shaking at the hinges a moment later.
“You fucking—” Your words cut off when he suddenly lifts you back up again, only to throw you onto what feels to be a mattress, your vision spotting from the force of the fall.
“You know,” he starts, dipping the bed as he stalks toward you, “I heard a rumor that a feisty, little, alpha girl was planning to show up tonight.”
“Deku! The hell are you—” his lips pull back, pink gums threatening you to silence before he continues, thighs and arms caging your much smaller form beneath him.
Since when was he this big?
“Now.. When I heard this, I didn’t know what to make of it. But then out of nowhere, I felt so much, hm, what did you use to call it?” He clicks his tongue, a hand sliding beneath you to clutch at your neck, bringing your face to his.
“Right.. Disgust. So much of it that I felt like I was boiling alive, like my skin was on fire, like I was losing my sanity at the mere thought of seeing you again.”
Your heart thumps violently, sweat and heat pooling at your pulse point, blooming in your chest, between your thighs.
“W-What the fuck happened to you?”
He laughs, so loud you flinch inadvertently, turn your cheek, but he jerks your head up again, dropping his gaze and his lips painfully close to yours.
“I think you know exactly what happened, Omega.”
“I’m not a—” His hand jumps to your throat.
“Surely you aren’t resisting your alpha.”
You find yourself blinking, staring up at him. Deku, with dark locks shrouding his face, full of intent, zeroed in on you, forcing you give in.
But you aren’t an omega. You aren’t! So then why do you feel your panties sticking shamelessly—disgustingly, as he put it—to your cunt? Why can you smell yourself leaking, gushing over his words alone?
You aren’t an omega. You know this. You—
“Are you trying to make me angry, then? Rile me up like the good old days?” He asks, grinning down at you.
You hesitate, fear and cowardice for the first time in your life flooding your veins, an uncontrollable force pulling the words from your lips with the air from your lungs.
Deku hisses, hands slipping down your sides, your waist, gripping your hips hard and secure as he props you onto his thighs, your skirt flipping up and exposing all the messy slick he aroused clinging to your thighs.
“Good girl. What a good Omega.. Maybe I’ll go easy on you. What do you think?”
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