Took A Second But Damn Near Feral Izu I'm Here For!!!

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“don’t run from it” + ur favorite bully 😞🫶🏽

“please, n-not here—“

“Ah-ah” he taunts you in that infuriatingly coy tone, tapping his finger on your leg, “bring that ass back here.”

“I have to… have t’get to class…”

the buttons on your cotton blouse, well what was left of them, come undone at the flick of his wrist— your face flushing with warmth at the cold breeze now tickling at the tops of your tits.

“always class with you— gotta take a test! need to study for next period!” he mocks while his dry hands plunge into the loose collar of your shirt, scratching your tits just right as he shamelessly fondles them to his liking. “but that’s okay, s’why I’m here...”

He tucks his head into the crook of your neck so you couldn’t slip away, fingers pinching and pulling at your poor nipples while his breath graces the tips of your ear.

“…right?”

Shinso Hitoshi— the bane of your existence and the resident alt loser in your college, you were certain he had more piercings than brain cells since you have yet to see him so much as pick up a book.

You’re still not sure what exactly he gets out of this, he’s never bothered to pull his dick out— always cooing that a doll like you has to “earn” it. that he appreciates your “tenacity ‘n enthusiasm“ despite the fact, as though you were asking from a lustful perspective and not a “it’d be nice if you would make your motives clear to understand” way—

“oW—!” you jumped at the sharp pain on your left nipple.

“What’d I say about zonin’ out on me, huh?” he lifted a hand to his mouth, tit in hand, and pressed soft, wet kisses around the inflamed bit of brown skin. “You know I hate hurting this sweet lil’ body of yours…”

Lies. Lies and falsehoods he spewed. You knew he was full of it, that he was just messing with you for his own twisted sense of amusement.

So why was your vision getting watery?

“There they are,” you watch his angel bite split with his grin. “Aww, is baby crying already?”

He moves his bulky hands to cup at your pudgy cheeks, shrewd grin growing wider when he caught you shivering from the cold metal on his fingers.

His wicked grin had shrunk into a pout as he cooed at you, “said I’m sorry, honey, what more do you want from me?”

you sniffle pathetically with furrowed brows and began biting your warbling lip as you tried turning away from his sickening gaze, to no avail. His hand was like stone so no matter how much you swiveled your neck, you always ended back in his line of sight.

All you could do was look in every direction but his each time he tried to invade your blurry vision.

“Givin’ me the silent treatment, hm? I pissed you off that bad, crybaby?”

You silently blinked away tears, body stiff as a rock against his chest as you waited in humiliating anger for him to finally finish his torment.

It’s one thing to feel you up in the women’s bathroom, but it’s a totally different thing to fondle you under the main staircase of your college.

He surprises you when his knees suddenly give out from under him, the six foot terror now crouching infront of you with that unbearably smug smirk.

“Lemme get in there ‘n make it up to you.”

You didn’t think your face could get any hotter, your head started to feel fuzzy while your skirt clad thighs squeezed themselves together.

“Ooo— baby likes that idea, doesn’t she?”

He barely gives you time to respond when hands grip and pull apart your clenched thighs, head still leveled with your tummy.

“N-no, no— can’t do this,” you whine stubbornly, “I gotta…”

He hums as though he’s out walking his dog, his strong, burly hands caressing and massaging the thick muscle in your thighs with the tenderness of a lover.

“Gotta…”

A soft warm sensation begins a small succession from the top of your tummy, pecking all the way down to that musky warmth in between your legs.

“G-got….”

A sugary kiss on your quivering mound.

“….please…”

He plots another kiss upon your thigh before his head tilts the slightest bit to allow his eyes to meet yours, shadowed by his hair and those god awful bags underneath them.

“I will, hun— be patient for me.”

You try to squirm but he’s just so strong. Your feet shuffle around the hallway tiles before his grip turns taut and eyes become cold.

A harsh ripping sound abruptly graced your ears.

You wanted to scream at him for treating your skirt though it were mere kindle yet your face dropped at a cool sensation wafting around your delicate clit.

“‘toshi— my leggings—!”

You couldn’t see it but you could sense how his eyes closed in reverence of your delicious, dripping pussy.

“hey, hey, hey…” he hushed as he plunged his head under your skirt, low growls rumbled in his throat and tickled you a bit.

Then came his mouth, faintly pecking along the outsides of your cunt.

You threw a hand against your mouth to block your dinky moans, tearfully watching the bump in your skirt dip and slink with great embarrassment.

“So sensitive…” you barely heard him through the fabric but you felt the heat of his breath hit your cunt as he began aggressively sniffing you, as though your musk was the finest perfume.

sniffle “‘toshi please, please jus’ lemme…”

You gasped when his tongue decided to pierce through your thick, heady folds— whimpers creeping through your lips at an unexpected cool sensation nudging its way into your damp little hole.

You jumped and jerked your hips back onto the wall but he yanked you right back into his lips and let his tongue flicker and curve around your labia, getting slick all over your inner thighs.

“Don’t run from it,” he grumbled into your pussy, lips swaddling a puckered fold and giving it a quick suckle before prying his mouth away from you entirely. “s’just my piercing, baby.”

Another deep dive, pausing mid stroke to slurp up all the slick your pussy generously gushed into his mouth.

“M-mmh…” Your shaky hands slowly hobbled down and latched onto his head over your wrinkled skirt, practically vibrating when you felt him chuckle inside of you.

“So fuckin good t’me…” he laps his way up to your clit, curling his lips around it and smacking his lips as he pulls away. “lookit my sweet girl— giving me so much cum.”

Your knees start to shake some more when his hand reaches up and grabs yours, those thick fingers unmoving as he simply holds you in his grip. He tugs it under your skirt for a second, pressing a soft kiss onto your wrist before moving it back to your side.

You were beginning to suffocate him now, legs incrementally closing around his neck in a weak effort to calm your nerves.

But he still kept stroking and sucking and groaning and talking—

“…‘cummin’,” you wheezed, chest rattling at the knot growing in your tummy. “I-It—it s’coming—“

He gives you nothing yet suckles with great vigor, lips twisting and twirling around your swollen, puffy folds, making sure to spread your wetness in every little crevasse of your pussy.

He laps his way back to your throbbing clit with a pool of your cum on his tongue, taking care to lather up the nub before wrapping his lips around it and sucking with all his might— uncaring of how loud his suckles echoed throughout the stairway.

Consequently, the knot finally unraveled and took your breath right along with it. Your remaining hand clasped against your mouth while the rest of your quivering body basked in the aftershocks of your orgasm, tingles of pleasure running up and down your spine.

You were rendered embarrassed by the minuscule moans and whimpers that managed to bypass your fingers, but that embarrassment was nothing compared to the rush of blood that hit your cheeks when the purple haired menace popped his head out from under your crumpling skirt.

His face was absolutely drenched— mouth upturned in a boyish grin, glistening with a mixture of spit and cum, his many piercings glinting in the low, ambient light in the stairway; his broad shoulders rose and fell with each of his heady, erratic breaths.

As he made his way back onto his feet, his neck bent around and scattered kisses all over your shaky legs; pushing small, amused gusts out his nose when you whimpered at each point of contact.

So cute.

Your eyes unfurled with great difficulty and gaze drearily at his wide chest, focusing hard enough to take note of some slight imprints through his shirt.

No way— he has nipple piercings?

“My eyes are up here, sweetheart.” he purrs, watching you gawk at his bust with immense satisfaction.

“I was just— I didn’t-“

“Don’t worry about it,” he brings his hand up to his mouth, still enshrouded in yours. “I know ‘m sexy…”

You felt his lips press on the tips of your fingers, even going out of his way and curling his tongue around some of them despite your sapped complaints about how “gross” he was.

“Y’think this is gross?” he quirked his brow, staring you down with dilated pupils as his kisses grew closer and closer towards your face— lips fluttering around your fingertips and down your forearms until they pressed curtly on your neck.

His eyes were lidded when he finally leaned into you, brushing his lips onto yours before he mumbled into your mouth.

“Let’s see how sweet you taste.”

one big brain dump tbh but a lot of fluff and swearing !

you fall for bakugou katsuki first.

he's unstoppable, a force to be reckoned with in the hero world. many have had their eyes on bakugou ever since he was a mere hero course student. safe to say he did not disappoint.

now climbing to one of the top hero spots, dynamight is widely adored by japan. despite crowning one of the most 'undesirable' personalities a hero can have, his fans equated him to a pomeranian and moved on to the latest papparazi photo taken at the time.

before the public, you adored bakugou katsuki first.

as a classmate, he pushed you to your limit without even knowing, invigorating you with a spirit to keep fighting. as a friend (you got there in the end), he entertained you with his grumbling, liked to carry your bag for you despite your reluctance, and kept you company throughout rigorous study periods.

somewhere along the way, you realised you adored bakugou katsuki, a lot more than friends should.

now as a coworker in his agency, he keeps you company during late hours, sends you off on missions with a 'come back alive, idiot', and delivers you gifts when things are going rough.

fate plays her cards and bakugou katsuki now finds himself falling even harder for you. five years after your revelation.

when he looks you in the eye there is something akin to determination in them and it alights pure admiration in his veins. despite your kindness, you are strengthened by ambition and purpose alone, and he finds himself caught in your magnetic field.

but these newfound feelings come to him as effortlessly as water flows down a stream after a downpour; destined to feel this way for you, helpless against the currents of life. after a long drought, he feels refreshed and rejuvenated by the energy you bring to his life.

he loves the little notes you stick on his desk, often paired with smiley faces, stupid jokes, or reminders that range from 'drink water!' or 'see you at the meeting at 1! :p'. he loves the daily lunch runs you have together, sometimes it's easier to get to work when he knows you're there with him. he loves that you're workout buddies, always giving him extra 'fun' challenges during his session by sitting atop him during push-ups or planks, or clinging to him like a koala as he does pull-ups.

bakugou katsuki loves you so naturally that you've been embedded in the little cracks of the hectic lives you both lead.

you're his homescreen and lockscreen, there's a plushie you gave him in third year sitting in his large-ass bedroom, there's a photo of you and him on his office desk, even more polaroids at home, and there's a designated mug for you in his cabinet for when you come over. it's used approximately twice a week.

bakugou doesn't want to show it, really, he doesn't, but he finds himself staring at you too often, too softly. there's a multitude of paparazzi photos of you two, the cameras catching the obvious shift in his eyes when it's you he's next to, looking at you with a grin as you ramble excitedly to him.

mina's never fails to send one whenever she sees them.

she even sent him a photo that was taken whilst he was walking through the street, too engaged with his phone to realise cameras pointed at him. the wild part is that there is a gentle, heartfelt smile etched on his face.

‘texting y/n? down bad.’

the acid user was blocked that day. she was right though.

the sad part is that he can recall exactly which text you sent that had him that giddy; it was a selfie of you and a pomeranian from patrol, paired with some joke that you found bakugou whilst out. whilst he would've blown anyone up who made the comparison to his face, he found himself zooming in on your bright smile, heart aching with a familiar longing.

he hates you. he hates you so bad that it hurts not to have you.

every reminder that you weren't his pains him even more. at his core, bakugou is nothing more than a bitter, jealous son of a bitch, but he can't help it. he's sacrificed too much to get to the top, but he doesn't want to lose you.

not when you look so beautiful- so ethereal laughing with that extra ‘hero’, monoma. under the gala lights, in your outfit, you were truly beautiful, and bakugou finds himself stunned by your allure, stomping over to you in a vulnerable moment of bewitchment.

he doesn't know how many people he pushed aside in the crowd, ignoring their grunts and gasps to reach you.

you, sweet, radiant, undeniable you find him first, meeting him in the middle with an even brighter smile.

despite being in the middle of a stuffy, packed floor, filled to the brim with heroes, sidekicks, reporters and managers alike, it is only you and bakugou. the intimacy causes him to feel overwhelmed by your glow; the tie he's donning suddenly tightening around his neck, causing him to choke on his words.

there's a sudden urge to get to his knees and start praising the ground you stand on.

"hi," you murmur.

"hey,” he responds, briefly scanning you up and down. “you look nice.”

you laugh at his compliment, masking the violent heartbeat of your chest. "thank you, katsuki. i think you look dashing."

the blond offers you his arm. you take it without much thought. "of course i do. if i wanna stand next to you i have to look worthy of it."

you fall first for bakugou katsuki.

but he's waiting at the bottom to catch you in his arms.

Love Language

Chap 2. In a Rut (Hawks x Miku (OC)

Hours later, Miku was pressed against Keigo’s chest; the steady rise and fall of his breath lolling her in and out of sleep.

The next time her eyes fluttered open, she mumbled: “Did they get out of the tunnel?”

Large, careful hands stroked her soft plumage and a warm laugh met her ears.

“They got out of the tunnel two hours ago, Angel. You conked out the minute they found them.”

Miku giggled. “It literally feels like I just blinked.”

“Oh you blinked alright...For two hours.”

Miku laughed again.

“You ready for bed, baby girl?”

Miku nodded against his chest.

Carefully, Keigo held her close and peeled himself off the couch before stretching his wings. Miku clung to his neck as he carried them upstairs to her bedroom.

Once he let her down on the soft bed, he ran a hand over his tired eyes.

“Guess I better head out for the night.”

“At two in the morning?” Miku frowned. “Don’t be silly. Why don’t you sleep here tonight?”

“I,” Keigo bit the inside of his cheek, and mulled over his response carefully. “Bab-Angel, I don’t know if that’s a good idea.”

“Please, Kei?” Miku pouted in response. “We won’t do anything. I just...really don’t wanna be alone tonight.”

The creeping heat was back. Running up his neck and settling in his cheeks. Keigo’s golden eyes ran over her appraisingly.

Look at her. She’s so desperate and needy for me.

His wings expanded without his command.

She needs a strong mate like me to take care of her-

Mate? What the fuck?

Friend. She needs a friend. That’s why I’m here.

“Please, Keigo.” Miku tried again. Her wings twitched subconsciously.

Fuck...

“Y-Yeah,” Keigo gave a small smile, scratching at his prickling neck, “sure, Angel. I’ll stay.”

“Yay!” Miku beamed.

Keigo swallowed hard, sliding on the bed next to her. His breath caught as he watched Miku unzip the front of her little onesie, sliding it off.

No bra. No panties. His eyes dipped to the strip of white pubes along her otherwise shaved pussy. Such a pretty contrast between the dark skin and light hair...

“Angel? Are-are you sure you should be—“

“You know I like to be comfortable when I sleep. C’mon, Kei, we’re adults. We should be able to handle ourselves sleeping next to each other.”

He gave her a withering, if a bit amused, side eye. Deciding to give her a show, he slowly unbuttoned each snap on his shirt with an exaggerated emphasis on each one.

Miku bit her lip and slid under the sheets, letting her white wings drape around her. Her eyes hungrily drank in her ex as he stripped down to his boxers.

When Keigo finally settled down next to her, she sighed, content and cuddled into the softness of her plumage. Her ass pressed against the man’s groin providing a perfect slot for his stiffening cock. A thin breath escaped Keigo.

“I’m really glad you came, Kei.” Miku mumbled.

“Me too.” He replied against the kinky fluff of her hair tucked beneath his chin.

His fingers traced over her hip and she wiggled closer against him. The tip of him slid along the soft cheeks of her ass. He moaned.

Dont fuck her. Don’t fuck her. Don’t fuck her. She wants it though. Can’t you feel it? Give her what she wants. Fuck her, fuck her, breed her-shut up!

Thankfully, his thoughts were disrupted by Miku’s voice.

“I wanted to see you so many times during the past few months.”

“Me too. I’m sorry for being a coward.”

“You’re not a coward. I understand why you stayed away. We both had—have—some shit to work through.”

Yeah, but I wasn’t the one who was kidnapped and...god knows what else. What did he do to you, Angel?

Then he felt his fingers gripping too tightly against Miku’s hip, and forced them to relax.

“It was no excuse...”

“But you’re here now,” she pulled him tighter against her, and Keigo planted a kiss on the crown of her curls. Then placed more down the side of her face, her neck, her arms.

Miku let out a coo. The sweet sound made his dick Twitch with longing. He wanted to hear more. He rocked between her soft ass cheeks, spreading the natural lubricant of his pre between them.

Both avians sighed at the sensation. Miku pressed back against him, helping to massage the thick member between her cheeks. Keigo’s hands wandered freely against her body, remembering every smooth dip and peak. The way she liked her nipples to be tweaked just-

“Like that, Keigo~that feels so good.”

“Yeah?” The head of him pressed at her back entrance, and he was aching to slide inside.

Growling under his breath, he let his erection fall against the back of her thick thighs cursing when he felt the lips of her womanhood kiss his cock head.

“K-Keigo, what are you-

“‘M not gonna go inside, Angel. Don’t worry.”

His dick speared Miku’s plush thighs, just below her dripping pussy lips. A loud moan escaped both parties as Keigo massaged himself between the supple flesh and felt her desire leaking against him.

“So fucking wet.” He squeezed her breasts, harder, lips pressing into her neck.

“That feels so fucking good~”

Every stroke of his dick between her juicy cunt sent hot pleasure rolling through her core. Miku rocked along with him. Her clit burned with satisfaction at every stroke.

Her ex’s fingers slid up her chest, clutched her neck to turn her lustful gaze towards his heavily hooded amber eyes.

“I love you.” He muttered softly before pressing a kiss at her jaw.

The tip of his cock kissed her clenching entrance. He wet the head of himself, his tip just barely dipping inside her warmth, but avoided sliding inside. Miku wanted to feel his lips on hers so badly—wanted him inside her so much, that her stomach curled.

“Kei, baby, I-haah~”

His nut spilled against her dark thighs but still he didn’t stop pumping himself between her legs.

Miku turned to face, pushing the man back against the pillows and climbing on top of his thin, solid frame. Her pussy landed on his muscular thigh.

“Fuck yes.” Keigo gazed back at her, his hands drifted to the woman’s hips. “That’s it, Angel. Use me. Use me however you want.”

Miku’s hand wandered up Keigo’s chest her hips rolling in slow motion. Cum leaked on to her ex’s leg with every undulating movement, and her pouty lips found his neck.

Something between a gasp and a sob escaped, Keigo. The sound turned into a whine when Miku’s hot tongue slid along his jugular.

“Bite me.” He commanded in a low, raspy voice.

Miku did, her teeth sank into the vein. Keigo’s back arched and his nails pierced the skin of her hips.

“A-Angel~”

“Mmm~”

The woman lifted up again and this time when she landed, she settled her dripping cunt right along the shaft of Keigo’s dick.

“Oh fuckkk~Angel, please-“

“I won’t put it in inside,” she promised against his ear in a soft whisper that made him shiver. “Promise.”

Instead, she worked her fat, wet pussy along his length. Relishing the hard muscle and the way it twitched; desperate for relief. The velvety skin, the veins, the solid sensation. Fuck.

“Fuck, it Feels so good, Keigo,” she whispered, “you feel so good.”

“Mi-Mi-Miku, I ca-haah, f-fuck! Can’t take it.”

Her lavender eyes were hazy as she gazed down at the twisted, handsome face of her ex. She grinded in a slow, steady rhythm, toes curling at the stimulation.

Keigo squeezed the woman’s fat ass so hard, he felt the skin breaking, but it was all he could do to keep from lifting her up and spearing her on his dick.

He wanted to be inside of her so fucking bad it damn near hurt. But he never imagined having her cunt slipping and sliding along his throbbing cock without being inside could feel this good. It was frustrating and tantalizing and amazing all at once.

“Babe,” his toes curled, he felt the inevitable orgasm building deep in him, “baby, Miku, I-I’m gonna fucking-“

“Do it then.” Miku rode him faster.

Orgasms screamed through her clit with every stroke. It felt so good it ached.

Miku ground against him faster and faster. Chasing that endless feeling of ecstasy that kept washing over her.

With a loud groan, Keigo came. His nut spurted against his abs and chest and still Miku fucked herself along his half mast erection.

“Babe,” Keigo tried, “b-baby, please...Angel.”

But Miku didn’t stop. She kept getting her self off on Keigo’s flacid dick again and again and again until she finally had enough.

Unfortunately, by the time she had finally tapped herself out, Keigo was ready to go again.

Hoisting himself over top of her, his red wings flared around them both.

Keigo pierced Miku with his narrowed eyes.

“If I eat you out, that won’t break our rules, will it?”

(Soo it’s spring and Miku and Hawks...probably aren’t going to be able to keep their hands off each other)

Oh my god. 🥵🥵🥵🥴🥴🥴🥴🥴🥴💦

Ooh i’m so excited rn omg...what i need rn is more of aizawa and villian!soulmate reader. They just keep acting like a brat until aizawa takes them home and punishes them X3

Prelude - shoutout to y’all for being so patient with me! appreciate it so so much. Also, there was like one other ask that I wanted to include here but I couldn’t find it, so rip. Also, @bbygirlpastel ty for the “Villain? I’ll show you a villain.”

Pairing - Yandere Aizawa X Reader

Warnings - dub con, non con, NSFW, overstimulation, no actual penetration. Creepy Aizawa, vibrators, uhhh literally nothing good here. Dead dove man, if you look at a dead bird and KNOW it’ll taste disgusting and make you sick to your stomach.... DON’T FUCKIN EAT THE BIRD. listen to the warnings my dudes!!

Music -  https://open.spotify.com/track/6p8eEdiZLKJH8tcjGZuNTK?si=9r_2kgkoR56h9UkBCybxLw

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Maybe he wouldn’t be this infatuated, this utterly obsessed, this angry with you if you had just given in from the start.

You weren’t even a high-priority villain, just some desperate nighttime thug that preyed on innocent bystanders. Snatching wallets, causing a ruckus, stealing from thrift stores or gas stations a couple of times a week.  You were a nuisance, but not big enough to catch Aizawa’s attention - not until you stole a women’s watch right in front of him on the street while he was buying a snack from a food-cart before his shift started.

And yeah, Aizawa tried to keep a low profile, not flaunt his hero status in order to effectively capture and subdue villains, but surely you would’ve noticed the man clad in black, obviously sporting hero gear standing nearby. But you didn’t, and then he was grabbing your shoulder so he could drag you to the police station. Aizawa had been surprised when you wiggled out of his grip and took off, and damn, you were fast.

The game of cat-and-mouse had begun, and while the underground hero failed to catch you that night (and every subsequent night he saw you out on the streets) he was determined to do so. Well, maybe not /as/ determined. When it came to you, the man was easily distracted.

The clothes you wore were baggy, hid your form effectively. But if someone looked close enough, they could notice the curves of your body, especially as you ran, evading capture. Aizawa was loathe to admit at first, but it was tantalizing watching you flee from him.

He beat himself up over it. He’d always had a solid grasp of self-control, and usually he felt no attraction to his targets, even if they were wearing the skimpiest of outfits. One time he had turned in a villain wearing nothing but pasties over her breasts and panties (her quirk was seduction-based), and he hadn’t felt anything but utter boredom as he filled out paperwork at the police station while they found her some actual clothes.  It probably had something to do with the “soulmate” quirk he had been hit with once, but Aizawa had never really put much faith in it, nor thought about it extensively. He had always had a bit more self control than other men.

So for him to almost have feelings for some low-life idiot? It made his skin burn with irritation (and maybe something else, but he wasn’t ever going to address that). It didn’t make any sense. 

The fact that it didn’t make any sense did not stop his brain from plastering not-suitable-for-work thoughts about you whenever he ran upon you committing some minor crime. It was infuriating.

The satisfaction the man felt from finally pinning you down, taking advantage of a small stumble, tackling you down and pressing you into the cold concrete of the rooftop was probably unholy. It just felt so damn good, catching you, forcing you to submit, getting you underneath him. When he had flipped you onto your back, you wouldn’t look at him, just staring off to the side, almost as if you were ashamed.

You should be - stealing from anyone and everyone, being a brat, making Aizawa’s life difficult as you infiltrated every waking moment.

He had started to lecture you, starting out with his usual cool-headed, 

unbothered demeanor, but slowly getting more and more annoyed as you still refused to look at him. Pretending he wasn’t there, refusing to listen - Aizawa felt the urge to slap you, just to make you react.

He settled for harshly gripping your chin, forcibly turning your head so he could look at your eyes.  Eye contact was an important thing to Aizawa - it was the basis of his quirk, but he wasn’t prepared for the punch to the gut he felt when he looked into yours.

Words escaped him, mouth dropping open, his body frozen. There was - there was something going on. You took advantage of his pause, shoved the man off of you, took off running. Aizawa could do nothing but sit there, staring after your form with his own eyes wide and wondering. What had just happened?

He reflected on the moment for the entire rest of the night, musing over the strange feeling coiled in his stomach, the weird tug in his chest, his brain wanting and desiring and lusting and it was so distracting, he wanted it to stop, but at the same time, he wanted to indulge.

The realization finally hit him - the soulmate quirk he had been hit with, all those long years ago. 

Some lady had come up to him while he was shopping, smiling at him toothily before asking him wether he believed in soulmates. He had stared at her for a second, before blankly responding with a curt “no”, turning back to continue browsing the selection of applesauce packets. A hand on his wrist, a burning sensation from his arm to his heart, and then he was rounding on the woman, ready to drag her to the police station for using her quirk in public without a license. 

She had just cackled, citing something about soulmates and how he was going to believe now, he’d learn what it would feel like to find your true love when he looked into their eyes. Some sappy, romantic, crazy bullshit that he had ignored and promptly forgotten, before calling the police.

The lady had been deemed mentally ill, driven mad by the loss of her husband in a hero-based accident. Aizawa quickly forgot about the incident.

Aizawa didn’t believe in soulmates, and even if they existed, there was no way in hell that his soulmate would be a villain.

But apparently, the universe did not care about Aizawa’s opinions.

He tried to ignore it, turn a blind eye whenever he saw you sneaking around late at night, would turn and head the other way. But there was no denying the burning flame in his heart, the yearning to see you again, to talk to you, learn about you, what you liked, what you didn’t, where you had grown up, what your aspirations were. 

Aizawa hated it.

But he couldn’t ignore it.

The feelings grew and grew, festering in his body like an open wound, infecting his mind, crawling through his veins and slowly seeping into every aspect of his life, until all he could think about was you. The man needed it to stop.

The cat-and-mouse game was picked up again, except this time, Aizawa wasn’t going to give you any opportunities to get away.

You were able to sense the change, could see the rabid look in his eyes when he sought you out for the first time since the night you had slipped out of his grasp. There was something different, and it wasn’t good, it was dangerous.

You managed to dodge him for a time, and some part of Aizawa swelled with pride that his supposed “soulmate” was so clever. The other part of him wanted to break something.

He was almost frightened by the change in him, this volatile anger, the impatience and the lust. That wasn’t who he was, but ever since meeting you, looking into your eyes, it’s what he had become. Maybe if he tracked you down, got close to you, spent some time with you, this needy feeling would go away. You couldn’t run forever. 

Aizawa caught you during the daytime, when both of you were off-guard and not paying attention. It was luck, really, or maybe destiny or fate, that he had looked up to watch as passengers filtered onto the subway. You were wearing the same baggy clothes you always wore, hoodie over your head, earbuds in. 

There was a backpack slung over your shoulder, and Aizawa watched you sling it off to place it in your lap as you sat down before the doors closed. 

It was easy to follow you home, to the dingy little deathtrap you called your own, on the first floor of an abandoned, moldy motel building. It was even easier to follow you inside, through the broken window , his footsteps undetected through the blare of music in your earbuds.

It was less easy to subdue you, with the desperate fight you put up, trying to kick and punch and scream as soon as Aizawa’s thick arm circled around your throat. Still, the man had been subduing unruly villains for a while now, and it wasn’t hard for him to keep his hold on your smaller from, no matter how you thrashed in his arms. 

When you finally passed out from the lack of air in your lungs, Aizawa gently followed you down to the floor, staring at you for a moment (god you were pretty, how had he not noticed how pretty you were?) before looking around the room. 

It looked like a regular motel room, except there was no TV, there was signs of rot dotting the walls, and the air smelled decidedly unhealthy. He wrinkled his nose as he took it in - you would be much better living somewhere less unsavory. 

Which, Aizawa’s home was perfectly capable of hosting an unwilling guest. Aizawa wasn’t naive enough to think you’d be happy waking up in an unfamiliar room, but he figures it would be better than jail. Like hell was he going to hand you off to the police, not when the ache in his chest was subsiding in your presence, the burning need for something lowering to a slow simmer. Justice be damned, Aizawa was going to be the judge, jury, and executioner in this particular case, and he had yet to decide your fate.

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“You are insufferable - if you would just give in, everything would feel so much better. Holding out like this is illogical.”

He was tired. Tired of your stubbornness, tired of your refusals, tired of your insults, tired of the way his skin itched and blood boiled every time you spat at him or knocked over the plate of food he brought to you. 

When he was met with silence, Aizawa sighed. This was getting old. It had been a month since he’d brought you under his roof, a month of holding back, a month of playing nice, a month of letting you “adjust”. But you hadn’t adjusted, hadn’t even tried, and he was tired.

“You’re only hurting yourself by acting like this.“

“Maybe I wouldn’t have to act like this if you hadn’t kidnapped me.” You spat, glaring daggers at the man.

Aizawa paused, almost humored by your spiteful response. “You would rather I have turned you over to the police? The prison system isn’t kind to pretty little things like you. No matter how tough you pretend to be, you’d be broken in less than a week.”

You scoffed, pulling at the chain that held your ankle to the wall. “As if this is somehow better. You’re a sick man, I hope you choke on your next meal and /die/.”

Aizawa gestured to the room, his patience wearing thin. “I could make it worse.” 

And he could. He could take away the thin mattress you were sitting on, shorten your chain so you couldn’t reach the bare-bones bathroom, he could stop feeding you, or make you eat scraps like a dog. Of course, he could make it much better too, but only if you’d stop fighting him at every turn.

“I don’t even know what you want. You’re just an old pervert, you’re no hero. You claim to be good and just, but you’re no better than the villains you put behind bars.”

Within a second, Aizawa was crouched in front of you, gripping your chin, yanking you forward until you could feel his heated breath across your face, could see the tension in his eyes.

“I want you to behave.”  He ground out. “I’ve treated you with nothing but civility so far, but if you’re so determined to see me as nothing but a villain, then fine, I’ll show you a villain.”

Aizawa was at the end of his rope. It was uncharacteristic for him to exhibit such anger, such impulses and wild feelings, but when it came to you, Aizawa felt like he was an entirely different person, ruled solely by his instincts. 

With a push, you were sprawled onto your back on the mattress, quickly trying to scramble upright, ready for an attack. But Aizawa just watched, letting you panic before you realized he was going to stay put.  Well, stay put for a time.

 There were some things he needed to go get, to show you how good he had been to you, to prove that he had been nice and accommodating. But if you wanted to play dirty, then Aizawa could play dirty.

He stood, shoving his hands in his pockets, keeping his eyes locked onto your face. You were such a shy thing, barely able to hold eye-contact, always blushing and stammering and fighting when he made you look at him. It wasn’t his fault that your eyes were enchanting, drawing him in like a spell. If he could, Aizawa wouldn’t mind spending a few hours just watching you, watching your eyes take in the world. Of course, that was an illogical desire, but the man found he was having a lot of those these days.

You huffed as you felt him watching you. “You’re a creep.” The man didn’t answer, and you deflated, voice coming out small “Please…. let me go. I won’t like, steal stuff anymore, alright? Just let me go.”

Aizawa could bet that you were scared - after all, you were nothing more than a common crook. It’s probably the first time you’ve ever been held hostage, the first time you’ve been immobilized. You were probably used to intimidation, maybe even abuse - someone living in a rotted, abandoned motel and living off of what they could steal each day probably didn’t have a good story to tell about what had happened to them. 

Either way, Aizawa didn’t really care.  If it wasn’t for the tearing sensation in his chest when he was away from you for too long, he’d definitely have handed you over to the police by now. It was driving him insane, how he couldn’t focus, couldn’t sleep, couldn’t think, couldn’t live now that his mind was constantly occupied with thoughts of you.

When he went out at night, he worried that you would hurt yourself, or escape - get away from him somehow. When he was at home, trying to do the “right” thing and give you space, not touch you, not invade your space, he was bombarded with the single-minded desire of holding you, feeling the warmth of your body against his chest.

It had to stop. He didn’t know how to make it stop. 

Aizawa had tried everything, from leaving you alone, to spending time watching you from the other side of the room - the man had even tried to erase the supposed “soulmate” quirk he was infected with by using his own quirk in the bathroom, staring into the mirror. Nothing seemed to help.

He had tried to be nice, he had tried to be good. But there was still the tugging in his chest, the itch he couldn’t scratch when it came to you. He wanted to do so much, but he wasn’t a villain, he wouldn’t force you.

But there lay the problem.

Aizawa wanted to.

He closed the door behind him as he left your room, the “torture chamber” he had said once, deadpanned tiredly in an attempt at a joke. You hadn’t laughed. 

The man supposed that this last month had really just been him warring against the dark, whispering corner of his mind that urged him to just take. To do what he wanted, to lay waste, to ravage you in every carnal way he so desired. To force you to lay by his side at night, force you to give him long, loving kisses, force you into domesticity.

Aizawa knew it was wrong. He had tried to ignore that part of him, push it down, focus on the logical solutions he could think of, the ones that kept his actions pure and heroic. But at this point, with you resisting so strongly? How you called him a villain, a pervert, a creep? Why not let the villain inside take a moment in the spotlight.

That’s what he was thinking as he gathered items into his arms from his room, spending hardly any time picking out what he wanted and needed. He’d had so many dreams, so many thoughts of what he would do to you once you finally submit to him. The man had plenty of ideas, especially now that he was deciding to throw his inhibitions out the window. 

The fact that you most likely weren’t going to be willing merely meant that Aizawa added a spreader bar and an extra set of cuffs to the growing pile in his arms. 

Stepping back into your room was almost thrilling, seeing your eyes snap up, to the bundle of items he held, then at his face. They were so wide, scared, panicked. It was a good look on you honestly, one that Aizawa didn’t mind seeing more often. He was done being the nice guy.

“This is entirely your fault, you know that (Y/N)?” He mused as he strode forward, crouching to set down a towel on the ground, slowly laying each item down onto it. Might as well build up your fear and anticipation.

“If you hadn’t provoked me so, I would’ve been able to be continue holding myself back.” He could hear your breathing pick up as each item was set down, had to fight down a mocking smirk. “You had to be a brat though, egg me on like that. Well, if it’s not apparent by now, you’re probably going to regret that.”

“Please, please, oh god, this-you don’t need to-you-there’s-“

“Didn’t you just accuse me of being a villain? I’m just trying to live up to your expectations here, isn’t that what you want?”

Aizawa finished emptying his arms, then headed towards you, holding the extra pair of cuffs in his hand. He caught your eyes, watching you beg, try to push yourself back into the wall, away from him. There was no doubt that you were terrified, practically having a panic attack as you hyperventilated, eyes darting between Aizawa, the cuffs in his hands, the items on the towel behind him. 

It was easy for Aizawa to grab ahold of your already-bound wrists, pulling them down to the ground, right above the top of the mattress. Quickly, one cuff was attached to your wrist, the other cuff slipped through a small, recessed metal ring in the ground. 

After you had…. “moved in”, Aizawa had done some renovations. The angle he had you trapped at now kept your arms stretched above your head, immobile and unable to move more than an inch in any direction. It’d be uncomfortable if you were left like that for too long, but Aizawa was still planning on being somewhat merciful today. 

You were still babbling quietly, pleading with the man. “You don’t need to do this, please, please please please please-!” You sobbed out the last “please”, trying to wrench your arms free.  Of course it was useless, and you were doing nothing but tiring yourself out, but Aizawa didn’t mind.

It was easy to attach the spreader bar to each ankle, despite the way you cried and kicked, ankles slipping out of his grasp a couple times before he could finally pin them down. Aizawa felt eerily calm, patient, but at the same time seething, excited, almost foaming at the mouth for what he knew was to come.

“Struggling won’t achieve anything, but feel free to do so.” He encouraged, shuffling backwards on his knees to look at you, stretched out body on display.

You were still wearing clothes, a thin t-shirt, a pair of loose basketball shorts - all Aizawa’s.  He had immediately told you to leave your old clothes outside the bathroom door when you showered the second day after he had captured you.

 You had resisted at first, but quickly relented when the man raised an eyebrow, shrugging his shoulders before advancing towards you menacingly. You had gotten the message loud and clear, immediately backing down, agreeing to wear the clothes you were given.

Aizawa retreated to the towel, swiping a pair of scissors off of it. Brandishing them, he snipped them twice in warning. “You might want to be still for this part. I don’t actually want to cut you, so if it happens, it’ll be your fault.”

And then he bent over, carefully snipping the clothes off of your rigid body. 

As soon as the last shred of fabric fell away, you breathed in air, immediately letting out a loud, tearful wail. Aizawa felt a twinge of regret, but the quickly-growing bulge in his pants currently outweighed any other feelings he might be having.

Putting the scissors safely out of reach, the man let himself rest back on his heels, surveying your body the way one surveys their food before taking a bite. And oh, was he going to eat you up.

You were writhing, tears falling from yours eyes, still babbling out nonsense as you begged for him to stop, to reconsider, to think about what he was doing. 

“I’ve thought about this plenty. It’s called fantasizing.” He murmured, before gently resting his hand against your naked hip. 

You spooked like a wild horse, thrashing the second his hand made contact, crying and wailing, shying away from his touch.

Aizawa was glad he had the foresight to bring a gag.

You were so worked up, you didn’t even notice him grabbing it, didn’t register his hand clamping around your jaw, wrenching it open and shoving the ball gag past your teeth. You quickly fought against that too, outright screaming, trying to shake your head, pull away from the hands fastening the strap around your head. But Aizawa was quick, and good with his hands, and your screams became muffled, nothing more than desperate background noise to the defiling of your body.

Resuming his exploration, Aizawa cradled your head in both hands, pressing a chaste kiss to your forehead. “If you relax, it won’t be as stressful for either of us.”

With another muffled scream, you turned your head, tear-filled eyes glaring at the wall. 

“Or you can be a brat.” Aizawa laughed, a sound he wasn’t used to making. “Either way, it’s not gonna change what’s happening.”

Returning to the towel, Aizawa picked up the next couple of items, turning back to see you watching him through teary eyes. He presented the items in his hands, showing them to you. If you were curious, might as well let you see how he was planning to take you apart.

The second your eyes fell onto the lube, the bullet vibrator, the skin-safe tape, you wailed again, closing your eyes in horror, shaking your head. Aizawa breathed out his nose, humored at your terrified reaction. Not so tough when you were tied up, at the mercy of a man, were you?

Your legs were already held apart by the spreader bar, and no matter how you squirmed when Aizawa kneeled next to your hip, you couldn’t close your legs. When Aizawa’s warm hand ghosted over your stomach, you cried behind the gag, and when his hand made contact with your soft pink folds, you absolutely bawled, the sound loud and pitiful even as muffled as they were.

Aizawa wanted to tease, to feel all around, rub against your labia, tickle your clit, skirt around your opening. He let himself indulge a little, before pulling back, squirting out a dollop of lube onto his fingers. When the cold wetness touched you, there was barely any reaction, the way you were already panicking essentially making you loose all feeling.

That was alright, Aizawa knew that would change soon.

He let his hand wander around your entrance, massaging the lube into your skin, taking special care of your clit, your inner labia, the puffy folds. The man got lost in the sensation of your warmth underneath his fingertips, eyes slowly falling shut, a low hum coming from his throat in a natural attempt to soothe you. 

The man didn’t know how long he stayed like that, gently massaging wetness onto your skin, humming, but by the time he opened his eyes, your weeping had essentially subsided. You were making cute little sniffling sounds, trying to calm yourself, your own eyes closed, limbs almost relaxed, as if you’d accepted your fate.

When Aizawa took his hand away to reach for the bullet vibe, you barely moved. When he pulled back the lips of your labia, nestling the small, ovular vibrator against your clit, you only flinched. He pinched your labia lips almost painfully, hiding the vibrator underneath them as he pushed it hard onto your clit, before taping thick strips over your skin. When he was done, the vibrator was firmly in place, immovable, covered almost completely by your labia, which in turn was held over the vibe with the skin safe tape. 

The vibe was turned on, and Aizawa swore that your back arched so fast and hard he heard it pop. You writhed on the thin mattress, pulling at the chains binding your hands to the floor, trying to turn onto your side, bucking your hips, jerking and twisting this way and that at the overwhelming sensation. Aizawa had never used the bullet vibe on himself, but he’d felt the strength of the vibrations against his hand as he decided on a setting for you, feeling the tingly sensations through your skin through the tape, before kicking it up a few notches. 

You were screaming behind the gag - Aizawa guessed you weren’t used to toys, but he felt no remorse. He put a strong hand on your hip, holding you flush to the mattress as your hips moved about wildly.

“This is what a villain would do. They’d tie you up, assault you…. Tear you down and exhaust you until you turn into a broken little cockslut. Aren’t I so much nicer? At least I plan on taking care of you after. Plus, I’ll still lo-“

He cut himself off, grimacing at the words that had almost slipped out. Aizawa wasn’t ready to admit that to himself just yet. He wanted to hold onto the allusion that he could resist you, that he didn’t need you, that you weren’t unequivocally important to him

Not like you were listening.

With a sigh, Aizawa sat back, content to watch you writhe as you wiggled your hips, the movement making your breasts jiggle slightly. Aizawa groaned internally, his erection straining, throbbing inside his pants.

“You’re so beautiful, your body is…. Indescribable really.” The man mumbled, eyes trained on your form. A sheen of sweat was covering your skin, making you shimmer, making you slick. Aizawa’s hands itched as he looked at you, wanting desperately to wrap around your waist, to hold you close as he rut against you. But he wanted to prove a point. He wanted to show you that he could be nice, that he had been treating you good, that you shouldn’t be a childish brat and shout insults at him every day.

But god, was it hard to just sit back and watch you.

He unzipped his pants, reaching past the waistband of both pants and boxers, hissing as he took his erection in hand. He was wet, leaking precum, but did he expect anything else? You were laid out in front of him like a feast, delicious.

You were so overwhelmed by the vibrator strapped to your pussy, you didn’t even notice Aizawa beginning to jerk himself off. It’s probably better that way, he figures - if you realized what he was doing, you’d probably have a fit. Your cries faded into tearful whimpers, long whines, which then morphed into guilty moans, enjoyment that you couldn’t hide. When you came the first time, Aizawa was watching your body, stroking his cock in time to the way your hips jumped against the vibe. 

When you came the second time, hair a mess, Aizawa moaned your name a little, his own cheeks flushed with embarrassment and desire as he squished his thumb against the tip of his cock.

The third time you came, screaming out muffled nonsense, Aizawa couldn’t take it anymore.

He leaned forward, quickly undoing your gag, having to let go of his cock to work on the straps. When the plastic ball was free from your mouth, drool slicked over your chin, gulping breaths being taken, Aizawa surged forward, pressing you back into the mattress as he kissed you hungrily. 

You whined into his mouth, naked chest pressed against his shirt, crying in overstimulation as the vibrations between your legs didn’t give up.

“Mhm, you taste-“ The man had broken away from your mouth, only to dive back in again for a quick taste before speaking again. “-so damn good.”

“Aizawa-Aiz-aah! Aah!” You keened, a fourth orgasm washing over you, leaving your nerves tingling, buzzy. 

“That’s right, that’s who’s making you feel so good. You feel good, don’t you?” He pressed, crowding closer to you. He was in the process of pushing down his pants, his boxers, kicking them off.

“No, no no no, can’t-can’t-it hurts! Mmmfh-!” You moaned, back arching again.

“Don’t lie. Listen to yourself, you sound like a whore.” Aizawa chuckled breathlessly, turning you slightly onto your side. He was feeling hot, flushed, feverish. He wanted to do so many things - fuck you stupid, cuddle you close, give you warm hugs and kiss your pussy until you ground against his face.

“No I…. I don’t!” You yelped, the way he was positioning you pushing the vibrator into a different position. “Aiz-mmmm, Aizawa! Please-oh god, oh god-oh, please, st-OP!”

A kiss shut you up, Aizawa licking inside your mouth, feeling your saliva smear against his stubbled chin, felt you fighting against your bindings again. Where did you get all the energy? 

He didn’t break the kiss to look down, to take himself in hand and guide his cock into the tight plushness of your thighs, right up against your dripping, messy cunt.

When he pushed forward, his mouth fell open. There was so much /pleasure/, he felt dumb, thick-headed and cotton-mouthed. You were so warm, so wet, and the vibrator was still buzzing away happily,  pulsating through his cock as it rested against your pussy. 

He wanted to cum, right then and there. 

Feeling his thick cock pressing between your thighs, you wrenched yourself away from the kiss, whimpering as he pressed his cock up to chase the buzzing sensation, increasing the pressure of the vibe against your skin.

“Wait, ah, wait! Please, no more-mhmm! I’ll-I’ll be gO-od!” You whined, hips bucking again as the feeling built up again. 

Aizawa thumbed at the wetness covering your face, trying to wipe away the tears, but simultaneously forcing you to look into his eyes.

“Shh, it’s okay. Let it out, I won’t look, there’s no need-fuck-no need to be embarrassed sweetheart.” 

He reassured, knowing you were close to humming again. This time, he didn’t want you to have to finish alone.

With another gentle caress to your cheek, Aizawa grabbed your hips, before smoothly sliding his cock through your thighs, fucking right against your pussy. It felt incredible, better than anything else he’d ever experienced in his sex life - hell, in his entire existence.

Aizawa tried to hold himself back from humping against you, pumping his hips wildly, but he couldn’t stop himself. Not when he was so worked up, not when you were moaning and gasping in his arms, shaking towards another orgasm.

“That’s it, almost there, just a little longer.” He reassured, voice strained and almost cracking in pitch as he neared his end.

“I can’t, I can’t, don’t make me! Don’t-aaah! No, no, plea-SE!” 

Your muscles tensed, Aizawa could feel it, your body pressed so tightly against his own. Then you were gone, eyes rolling back, mouth open in a silent gasp, brows furrowed as you were forced into cumming again.

It made Aizawa burst, feeling your thighs tense around his cock, your cunt convulsing, body trembling. He came easily, covering the inside of your thighs with his sticky seed, before quickly pulling himself free. 

He had just had an earth-shattering orgasm, but he needed to get you cleaned up. After all, you had just had /several/ earth shattering orgasms.

The vibe was turned off, the tape gently pulled away You flinched at every tug, skin burning with sensitivity, all of your nerves fried and overstimulated. 

Tape off, Aizawa reached up and unbound your hands, quickly throwing the vibe and extra set of cuffs back towards the towel (he hoped - his brain wasn’t working well enough to know if he was accurate or not).

Aizawa felt... good, warm inside. He didn’t want to acknowledge the feelings swirling around in his chest, the contentedness that came from just holding you, but he couldn’t exactly deny all of it either.

The two of you sat there, you lost in your own headspace (subspace? Aizawa didn’t know the terms.. but for you, he’d be willing to learn).

“You did so well, look at you.” The man breathed, looking down at your body. Fuck him, even covered in sweat and cum and fluids, you were still the most enticing thing he had ever seen.

You didn’t respond, just occasionally blinking at the ceiling, still as a mouse. 

You were submissive and compliant for the time being, not struggling when Aizawa gathered you into his arms, cradled your head to his chest. His heart soared at the physical contact - you hadn’t let him do so much as look at you without yelling or snarking some mean insult. This was progress.

Aizawa kissed the top of your head, noting that the two of you would need a long shower in a bit. 

You were so fucked out, Aizawa almost felt a little bad at your disheveled state.

At least he had been merciful this time.

Why do y'all do this to me!!! 🥵🥴🍆⚰️⚰️⚰️⚰️⚰️☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️ Just TAKE ME OUT!!!🤤😭😭😭

Daddy’s Chain

A/N : Ugh this is so self indulgent right now like it’s been months since I’ve had somebody chain dangling on my face in the most disrespectful possible way *Tugs at my hair*

A/N: I’m horny on the main but anyway reader is female and everyone is aged up pro hero’s. You’re welcome to pitch an idea for me to thirst as well.

Trigger Warning: Cursing,Sex,Manhandling,Oral (receiving&giving),Praise,Degrading, Squirting,creampie.

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Mirio Togata ☀️

You’ve bought this gold chain for Mirio as a birthday gift and he was so excited to wear it. Like this man was giddy sitting between your legs waiting for you to put the chain on him.

“Oh wow thanks sunshine for this gift I love it! Now let me show you how much I love it..”

Mirio is taking your panties off and is going straight to town on the pussy like a starved man finally getting his first meal.

His sucking the clit, spelling his full name twice in slow motion, knuckles deep with three fingers making that come here motion with your gspot. Like he’s lapping you up and massaging your inner thighs. When he’s tongue fucking you he’s holding your thighs in his strong arms and one hand is kneading your boob and the other is rubbing the clit oh so sweetly.

You’re squirming and moaning until you have that feeling of your orgasm approaching fast and hard. Trying to pull his head away but this man isn’t moving only gripping you tighter. Until you can’t hold back anymore and you squirted all over him coating him in your love juices.

“Wow y/n was all that for little ole me? Seems like I will have to give you something better” he says licking his lips and pulling you on to the edge of the chair then placing your legs on his shoulders to free his cock and lining himself up to you.

This man is going to give deep long smooth strokes while leaning closer to you so he can feel your warm breath on his neck. Sis you can’t move because of y’all was positioned on the couch and you didn’t want to move.

All you could feel was the chain dangling above you just barely rubbing your nose. Seeing his head thrown back in pleasure from your warm tight walls just creaming and fluttering around him.

He’s giving you a view of his neck and shoulders like this man jaw is slacked open groaning at how you was feeling.

“Ah my sweet sunshine please cream all over my cock, you can do it yeah I’m so close” he says leaning his forehead onto yours and kissing you softly.

Few more strokes and both of y’all are cumming together while moaning into the kiss.

“God as much as I love when you cream all over me but you gotta keep all of my love inside of you okay sweetness” he says watching you cream and softly touching yourself.

Bakugou Katsuki 💥

This man low key knew that you liked when he wore the chain you brought him for Valentine’s Day because it was a rare occasion since he was nervous of ruining the chain during a battle.

You’re in the kitchen minding your business as he comes home from being in the office. Then here comes this caveman after his shower picking you up and slinging you over his shoulder and turning off the stove.

You squeal and he smacks your barely covered ass. Then he tossed you on the bed and proceeded to rip your panties off and grinned at you complaining.

“Shut the fuck up I can buy you other pair and then some.” He says as he pulls your legs apart and get in between them just to kiss you roughly squeezing your cheeks together in one hand and the other was knuckle deep in your pretty cunt.

Pulling his hand away from your face to pull his boxers down enough for his dick to be free then taking the hand that is wet from you. Stroking his cock while kissing on your boobs and biting your nipple.

“You’re going to be a good girl and let me abuse this sweet pussy of yours ?” He said rubbing the tip on your clit roughly. Lining himself up against you he lifts your legs and placing them close to your chest. Placing his hands on the bend of your knees to keep you in place.

Sis you’re a panting mess and you notice he’s wearing the chain as he leans up to take in all of you before he stuffs your poor hole in one motion while wearing that look of satisfaction.

“F-fuck suki.. wait a second” you’ve squeal as feel him entering roughly into your velvety walls. Trying to stop his hips for a second to breathe.

“Nope I’ve been waiting all day to be inside of you” leaning down start thrusting in a rough needy way that was deep. Giving you a good view of his chain he lifts up a little bit and looking down at you with with a grin.

I’m talking like y’all are sweating and grunting. His quirk is going off a little bit while you’re clawing at his arms eyes rolled backed from the sight above you.

Like this man muscles was flexing from the movements. The veins was showing nicely on his forearms. The chain was moving back and forth with the rhythm he had set in place. Hitting your face in a teasing way just causing you to clench around him and cream yourself.

“Fucking needy slut already cumming well I’m not finished with you teddy bear.. goans- we got all night” he said while grabbing your boob roughly and picking up the pace.

Kirishima Eijirou 🦈

It was supposed to be just a shower and nothing else.. until you bent over in front of Kiri to pick up the shampoo.

This man is grabbing your ass roughly and spreading them so he can rub his semi hard cock against you.

“Fuck pebble you should be careful when in the shower.” He says smacking your ass harshly. “ Be a good bitch and let me use your throat okay ?” Turning you around and rubbing his cock all on your face.

This man loves fucking your throat with no problem because it’s the closest thing that makes a mess that he craves besides your fat warm cunt.

Okay his balls is slapping your chin and your nose is brunch up against his pelvis. You’re on your knees hands between your legs to keep balance. He’s got a handful of hair to hold you in place while he’s hunched over you.

The water is hitting his back one hand is on the wall to keep him from falling over. His abusing that throat of yours just loving the gurgling sounds you was making against him.

“Wow I knew you have a talent for sucking cock. But look at you barely breathing and yet you’re eagerly allowing me to plow your worthless tiny throat.” He says while picking up the pace until he felt himself about to cum.

“Fuck I’m about to cum and your going to hold it while I fuck this slutty cunt of yours until you’re a dumb bitch okay?” He says as he pushes your head closer as he cums groaning he pulls back and pulls you by your hair.

He picks you up and walks to the sink. Sits you on the edge and proceeded to stuff you with his cock and asks you to open your mouth.

“Open that slutty mouth of yours so I can see my cum. Also don’t think I didn’t notice that you came from that face fucking.” He says in a condescending tone grabbing your throat and he starts thrusting rough and fast as he sees your mouth opened.

This man is biting you and you feel everything thing he’s giving you all at once but one thing you’re focusing on was that chain dangling.

He was getting sloppy but rougher because he’s released was close.

“Let my cum fall from your mouth I wanna see it.” He grunts out as he’s gripping your ass roughly as he’s cumming.

You looked fucked out and a mess from him. He’s pulled out and leaning on you as the cum drips from both holes. Kissing your neck softly and rubbing where his hands was gripping you.

“Thank you baby I couldn’t help myself” he says in your neck and holding you until the sink gives out underneath you guys..

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ass-eating headcanons

summary; how they like their ass eaten, with Izuku, Katsuki, Shouto, Denki, Eijiro, Tenya, Neito and Shihai. All characters are aged up and in their 20s

Izuku

Please eat his ass.

Literally in any way you can, he loves it.

But ESPECIALLY when he's laying on his back with your hand around his cock and your tongue deep inside him.

Will grind his hips into your face, he can't help himself, it feels too good.

Cannot figure out what to do with his hands so he ends up just balling them into the sheets and gripping on for dear life.

He'll cum so fast if you stroke his cock while you do it, too.

Very vocal, begs you for more, tells you how good it feels, thanks you for letting him cum.

Katsuki

He's on his back, knees bent and one hand reaching down to spread himself.

Degrades you the entire time while grinding himself against your face.

"Yeah eat my ass you dirty slut."

"God you're so nasty, eating my ass like that. Such a fucking whore, aren't you? Yeah, stick your tongue deeper, deeper bitch."

Literally he's so mean about it.

But when he cums while you eat him? He'll moan so, so pretty for you.

And returns the favor.

Shouto

He doesn't realize it's something he likes until you're doing it and his thighs are quivering because it feels so good.

He's not super vocal, but little "nnghs", "fuck"s, "hhhahhhh"s bless your ears.

He's face down ass up, and you're warming him up to take your strap.

Slowly pumping his cock, and laving over his pucker with your tongue makes him jolt and the moment you press in, he groans.

Actually loves it when you eat him, and doesn't care to bring it up to anyone who cares to listen.

Eijiro

Another one who prefers to be on his back. Preferably propped up with some pillows so he can watch you.

Loves the way his balls look on your face at this angle.

Also will be stroking your hair and petting you and praising you the entire time.

"God your tongue feels so good, baby."

"Y-yeah, hhhahhh like that...fuck."

Clenches his jaw tightly and bares his pretty teeth while trying to hold his moans back.

He fails.

Will cum untouched just from the way your mouth feels on his ass.

Gets the cutest flushed and fucked out expression when he watches you.

Denki

Bend him over the side of the bed, spread his legs apart and kneel to eat his ass.

He'll be putty in your hands.

Very, very vocal. Soft whines and begs flow like wine from his lips.

Grinds his cock against the mattress because it's just too good.

"hhnn p-please it's... hahhh it's so good. fuck. hhhhhh god I'm gonna-"

If you let him he'll pump his cock and overstim himself from cumming too much.

Praise him, tell him he's doing a good job taking it well and it's a one-way trip to subspace.

Tenya

Tenya's the kind of guy who eats your ass so good you wanna return the favor.

Lay him down, press his knees to his chest and massage his muscular thighs while you take your time.

He likes it slow and deep, and if you keep rubbing his thighs while you do it he'll be so, so hard and needy.

Like, precum pooling on his abs, face flushed and needy, he'd beg you to pay his cock attention.

Not vocal at all, that's just him as a whole. However if you make him cum first and slurp it all up and then start eating his ass he's a mess.

Overstimulated and weak, he'll try to hold himself back at first but then his cock gets hard again and he's reduced to groans and whimpers that turn into full on moans and groans.

Neito

Neito is such a brat but we been knew.

Will fight you at first, you gotta be persistent. But when he gives in?

He'll have his face buried in the pillow, laying on his side with his hands over his head to hide himself. One knee hooked over your shoulder while you go to town.

He's so pitiful as he pants and whines and moans, begging you to let him cum.

If you feel like being mean you can neglect his cock and just focus on his hole.

Or if you're nice, fist his cock until his hips are moving on their own and he's chasing his release because he just cant help himself.

Shihai

Okay, Shihai is a solid switch you can't change my mind. He makes you beg to eat his ass. He just loves hearing you desperate for him.

He'll prop himself on his arms or elbows and watch you intently, a dark blush darkening his already dark features.

When it starts to feel really good he'll throw his head back, exposing the long length of his pretty neck, and reward you with deep, throaty moans.

When he gets close he gyrates his hips against you and slowly strokes his cock. He likes to take his time and savor it, building up to an intense orgasm.

Busts all over his stomach and makes you lick it up, tells you how good you are and then kisses you after to taste himself on your tongue.

Honey..HUNNY..HENNY!!! ☠️🥴🥵 just fucking stupify me into becoming a housewife. I WANT THIS AND HIS DICK!!!!GIMME🍆🍆🍆🍆🍆🍆🍆🍆🍆🍆

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Mean Dilf Midoryia

↬ Pairing:Mean Dilf Midoryia Izuku x Black Housewife Reader

↬ Warning:NSFW,18+,MDNI

↬ Disclaimer:degradation,dumbification,Impact

Note:I wanna be a housewife sooooo bad please god I see what you’re doing for others I’m begging.

»»——— ❀ ———««

I’m just thinking about Mean Dilf Midoriya in the kitchen with his little ditzy housewife trying to prepare lunch for him to take tomorrow for work.

Like he’s standing there watching you fluttering around in nothing but a cute apron and little sundress barefoot he could see that ankle bracelet just dangling and twinkling as the sunlight hit it.

Watch your ass move and jiggle about had him palming himself. Grunting whenever you asked a question on what he wanted. Grabbing everything from you and placing it on the counter.

Mean Dilf Midoriya has you hemmed up against the counter dress all bunched up around your waist and tits rubbing against the marble countertop.

Mean Dilf Midoriya is smacking your ass with a wooden spoon because you grabbed the ingredients but that’s okay because he loves his ditzy housewife and he’s going to correct that little mistake.

“Come on puppy I can’t eat a simple bento — ah fuck I need more”

“Fuck puppy why you are getting that much tighter as smack that plump cute ass of yours hm”

“That’s it puppy pant for me — ugh fuck that sloppy pussy still struggling to take all me”

“I want rice with lots of meat puppy don’t — ahh shit give me some vegetables too I gotta stay big and strong m’okay”

Mean Dilf drilling into you lifting your hips up causing you to stand onto your tippy toes and clawing at the counter trying to remember the order but your dummy brain can’t think of nothing but your mean husband fat girth dick plunging in and out of you making that embarrassing squelching noise of wet pussy and precum.

“Ahh too much Zu — Ah fuck !”

“How’s it too much yet you keep— ah damn sucking me in hmm little slut?”

He’s spanking that ass with the spoon until it breaks in half causing you to move your arms back but he grabs them with one hand to them in place then flinging the broken spoon out of the way.

Mean dilf Midorya is pulling you back to meet his brutal thrusting. He's groaning at the sight of the spoon welts all over your ass. He was growling and grunting as he kissed your cervix because you couldn’t do anything but take it.

He loves the look on your face when you’re being fucked even more stupid with his dick. He leans forward onto your back pushing your head to the side seeing your eyes rolled back he’s biting into your neck grunting as he feels himself spilling all his potent seed into you.

With a few more hard thrusts he pulls himself out your weeping pussy. Smacks you on the ass then kisses your cheek.

“Fuck yeah puppy clean all this up like the good girl I know you are — okay you’re a good girl for me.”

He says after he taps your face a few times causing you to moan a little bit. Then he walks off to somewhere else in the house knowing you will have everything cleaned up.

»»——— ❀ ———««

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Just..RUIN ME! 🥴🥴🍓🥵⚰️

𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐏𝐈𝐄

d.kaminari and h.sero | f!reader + corruption + weed/shotguning + praise + threesome + more! minors dni!

— 3.6k words

"I knew I wanted you the second I saw you."

Denki’s addicted to the pre-concert high.

His veins hum with a song that has yet to start, fingers drumming some mixed beat on the body of his electric guitar as he assumes his place on the dark stage. The theater’s dead silent, the room suspended in a titilating anticipation—and the steady rhythm Denki's heart dissapates into chaos when the faint crack of Eijirou's drumsticks bounce off the walls, and the click in his earpiece begins.

Eijirou hits the kick drum once. Twice. Then his hands fly across the set in a flurry, the rolling beat echoing into the packed arena and spurring the crowd to explode, fans flying to their feet to render their vocal cords for the night.

As the other instruments fill the blank space, Denki's hand grips the back of his guitar's neck, on hold for his solo, and by the time the electric blond steps up to the mic, pavlov's theory has already kicked in overdrive.

"Who’s ready to feel good tonight?”

“Dude, I’m on fucking fire!” Denki vibrates, nearly glowing in comparison to his bandmates as they sift through a flurry of fans at a meet and greet. It always seems like Denki and Eijirou are the only ones with energy after a good show—but what can he say? Being on stage lights him up like a live wire.

"You said that last concert, buddy," Hanta snorts, before his a fan ran sacks his attention by shoving a tiara into his hairline.

"And? My point still stan—" Denki cuts himself off with a gasp as a bra slings across his face, followed by a burst of pain when the metal hits him in the cheek. He peels the lacy thing off with an eye on the audience and an eyebrow raised in question, unsure of what to do with the undergarment (other than put it on) until someone screams:

“Sign it!”

Denki shrugs and pops the Sharpie cap with his teeth to sign the crest of both cups before flinging it back into the audience—he can only pray it pinpoints its rightful owner before the meet and greet ends.

Katsuki clicks his tongue (because he hates these events) and as the next round of fans lineup in front of their table, Eijirou stretches like this is a sport, saying, “Guess it’s go-time.”

"Go-time is when we perform," Katsuki grumbles in the seat to Denki’s right. "Go-time is when we're in the studio makin' a goddamn album, not meeting crazy fuckin' fans—no, I’m not gonna marry you, you obsessed fuckin—“

“Oh, you're just salty you're not popular with the ladies~“ Denki gushes, wiggling his eyebrows, and a fan hands him a canvas the size of his upper body. “Un—oh wow, did you make this for me—Unlike me, of course.”

"Okay, pretty boy." Hanta rolls his eyes, before signing a phone case and returning it to an overzealous fan. With a hand covering his mouth, he whispers, “Can you believe this guy? So full of himself, I swear.”

The fan giggles and Hanta meets the blushing cheeks with a satisfied smirk. Denki huffs from the disrespect, crossing both arms over his chest. “Full of myself? It’s not my fault I’m sexy—*an autograph? Of course!"

Katsuki chuckles, scratching under his chin with ink blue fingertips, "Call yourself sexy one more fuckin’ time and I'm projectile vomiti—no, I'm not signing your tits, give me a goddamn paper or somethin—"

"What?” Denki scoffs, chest collapsing with the disbelief that one could make such a lie. “I'm literally the definition of I'm sexy and I kno—"

"Um, excuse me?"

His gesticulations freeze at the passive voice, arms stretched wide and to the sky, and Denki knows he has to look absolutely ridiculous as he blinks down at the next person in-line; who's stood with bambi eyes and such a sweet smile the electric blond thinks it might make him sick.

"I-I'm your biggest fan! Could you—um, please sign this for me?"

She comes alive, shoving a poster into his chest with pink cheeks and shifty irises. Out of all the bras, all the breasts he's been asked to sign today, and here you are, with your pocket-sized poster and your lamb countenance. Denki beams.

"Of course, Sweetness! What's your name?"

"[Y/N]!" you say, giggling, and it's so. Cute. Denki opens the Sharpie and struggles to focus on signing instead of your gorgeous fucking face.

"Anything specific you'd like me to say?"

And he knows there's a rule—there always are when it comes to these things, and it's simple: don't fuck the fans. As tempting as it is, don't invite them back to your hotel room because there are too many uncertainties, and if something leaks to the press that’s possibly career ending, that’s it. So, Denki holds his tongue. For the future of himself and the band.

"Uhm, just write what you want! I...I think I'd like it best if it was authentic and came straight from you, so."

Fuck. Of course she does.

And maybe Denki just can't help it when he leans down to speak, perhaps a little lower, "You want something more authentic, cutie?"

You light up like a kid on Christmas, gasping, "Yes please Mr. Kaminari!"

So eager, too.

"Awe, you can call me Denki if you'd like," he coos, and you nod so quickly he starts to worry about whiplash. "Meet me out back, in the alley behind the venue if you wanna get to know me better. Sound like a deal?”

"O-Okay!" You nod, and when he returns your sign you grip it tight between both hands. "I'll um, see you soon Mr. Kami—I mean, D-Denki!"

You flush from the mix up and bow in apology, and Denki knows he's made the right choice when you light up, indicating you have no idea what he meant at all.

"Row row row your boat, gently down the stream," you hum, sniffling. You’re unsure if your nose is running, it's too frozen to tell, and it has you patting to confirm it’s presence. With your hands stuffed in your pockets and a jacket wrapped tight around your body, you'd think you'd be warm, but no.

The alley is dark. It's dank enough that you can smell it and you're positive what you're dancing in is vomit, but none the matter—today, you met your favorite band. Literally the people you'd die for.

"Merrily, merrily," kicking the loose rocks in the gravel every which way, you enjoy the sound of them scattering against the surrounding brick walls. "Merrily, merrily..."

"Life is but a dream," a voice finishes, a yelp rips from your throat and you jump twenty feet in alarm. But you’d know that voice anywhere; Denki chuckles at your reaction and it has you recoiling with timidity, unprepared for the surprised audience. "You have a lovely voice, Cutie. You should use it more often."

"I..." but you're not exactly sure what to say to that, knowing Denki's heard so many professional voices in his career to last a lifetime, and yet yours is lovely. "T-Thank you."

Denki watches your reaction with a hum and a smile, his visible breath escaping between the slit of his lips and into the cool air.

"Of course, Cutie."

Another voice sighs, shattering the friction that fills your gut when Denki gives you that look. You're not sure what to call it, but it makes you shiver, and that's enough to make you to run and hide.

"...Denki, who's this?"

"Um," the blond places his frozen hands in his pockets and swivels his head around to Hanta, guilty written all over his face. "A fan?"

Hanta sighs again, head tilting to the right in exhausperation, “Denki—"

"I know, I know," the electric blond sighs, waving him off. "But it's fine as long as we don't get caught, right?"

Hanta's black hair threatens to fall into his face so he combs through it, and you try not to drool at the sight of his bicep flexing. "Yeah, until we get caught."

A honk blares and it has you shrieking, to reveal a parked tour bus in the alley once the lights flicker on. Denki points the car keys at the vehicle and the doors swing open. "Awe c'mon, don't be a sour puss. It's a one-time thing, alright?"

Hanta's eyes narrow into slits.

"Seriously, dude! I'm a man of my word! On God."

The noirette's shoulders sag, but he waltzes around both of you to get on the bus. Over his shoulder, he warns, "Denki I swear to fucking god—"

"I'll be careful, I'll be careful~" he singsongs, hopping onto the stairs after the pianist. When Denki notices not you're not moving, he stills at the top step. "You coming, [Y/N]?"

"O-Oh, am I um, am I allowed?" You ask, biting your cheek at the thought of what Hanta just said as you peer around the electric blond’s body. Denki snorts, rolling his eyes.

"Yes, you're allowed," he exits the bus, only to tug you on via your collar. "Now c'mon! Let's have some fun, yeah?"

"Okay!"

Denki steers you through the bus and into a space that looks a bit like a living room, with a couch, tv, and a makeshift kitchen in the corner. Following Denki to the kitchen, you look around.

"Where are Kirishima and Bakugou?"

"Out drinking," Denki tosses, flicking open a RedBull. You wonder if this is always the post-concert routine. Hanta fiddles in with something on the couch, but he still has yet to look you in the eyes tonight, even when you ask him:

"What are you doing?"

It seems he didn't realize you’ve relocated from the kitchen to the couch next to him from the noirette nearly jumps. The green stuff in his fingers crumbles, and you scrunch your nose at the smell.

"It stinks," you add. Denki snorts, jumping onto the cushion to your right. There isn’t a whole lot of room and his addition causes your shoulders to slush between the two of them, but it’s strangely comfortable.

"It's weed," he explains like it's obvious. "You smoke, Cutie?"

"Obviously not," you and Hanta say at the same time. You turn his way, and for the first time that night, Hanta looks you in the eyes—and it's a smile, with his eyes crinkling in the corners, but there's...something else. Something else hidden behind the thinnest veil that makes you cower, if ever so slightly.

Something feral.

Denki, unaware of the crushing grip your hand has around your thigh, huffs, and tosses the energy drink down his gullet, "It was a genuine question! Geez."

"What are you doing?" You ask again, and the electric blond whimpers from being ignored.

"Rolling a joint," he utters, lifting the paper to his lips to lick the length. You watch, semi-disgusted, as Hanta finally folds over the last bit of paper around the crest of the joint, gluing it together.

"Know what a joint is?" The noirette implores.

"Yeah," you breathe, shifting at the new closeness Denki provides when you feel his chest against your back. "My roommate smokes, so."

Hanta taps it on a tray, or what Denki describes as "packing it down," before twisting the tip and tossing it back onto the tray in conclusion. Denki cheers.

"Aha! The joint-rolling master has blessed us! Everyone say thank you, joint-rolling master."

"Thank you, joint-rolling master!" You giggle when Hanta's face turns a ruddy red. He reaches over to pop Denki upside the head. Denki gasps, before lunging to return the favor, and you squeal from being jostled between two men.

"Okay," when Denki returns to his seat he's panting and so is the noirette. He picks the joint off the tray and though there isn't much room, turns so he's facing you, your legs smushed against his body indian style. "You ready, Cutie?"

"As ready as I'll ever be," you huff, swinging your arms in preparation despite the lack of space. Just in case.

Hanta snorts, holding the joint to your lips, and Denki raises the lighter and raises it to the end until it's hot enough to burn on its own.

“Now suck."

You do, cheeks puffing, and you blow the smoke straight in Denki's face. It's...a lot.

"Not quite," Hanta chuckles, and flips you via the waist so you're facing him. Denki whines from the change but finds solace in hooking his chin over your shoulder. "Suck, and then inhale. Act like it's a big breath—you gotta hold it in your lungs for a sec."

"Okay," you assert with a nod, eyes burning with a new determination. When Hanta holds it to your lips, you suck and inhale, and start coughing your throat raw, in a flurry of smoke and tears, eyes watering and nose burning. You scramble for water, but by the time you get some, the only thing that's left to soothe is a sore throat.

"Here," Denki offers, grabbing the joint before flipping you his way again. "Take smaller hits, like this."

Denki's mouth wraps around the tip and smoke pours from his lips so smoothly you're determined to do the same. With a raised eyebrow, he passes it back to you, and though it takes a moment, you try again.

The back of your throat tingles but the glide is much smoother, and you find that it doesn't burn on your next exhale. So you do it again. And again. And agai—

"Okay," Hanta picks the joint from your fingers with a click of his tongue, before taking a hit himself. You frown, making grabby hands.

"Hey, wai—"

"Nu-uh," he tuts, pushing you down by your forehead. "You'll feel it soon enough, trust me."

You whine, crossing your arms over your chest. Hanta gives you nothing but a raised eyebrow as he takes another hit, and you're convinced it's to taunt you. "I'm not eve—"

But then the world blurs, a bit, and your legs hum in a way they haven't before; it's warm and it's nice, and it has you blinking down at your hands in bewilderment. Whoa.

"And there she goes," Denki announces, and somehow seized the joint from the noirette when you weren't looking. Your mouth drops to say something, but all you can produce is a light giggle before it melts into a guffaw that only comes straight from the gut, your hands trying to soothe your cramping belly. Tears come to your eyes fairly easily, and when Hanta asks if you're okay he sounds like he's underwater, and that's enough to send you flying through another fit of laughs.

"I—y-yeah, I'm just—just fine," you snort behind a hand, chest spasming as you finally gather yourself enough to calm down. "I'm good. Mhm."

"Yep. Totally fine," Hanta says, but something in his tone suggests he doesn't believe you at all.

You nod, biting your bottom lip to avoid another laugh attack with your hands bunching the bottom of your shirt for extra purchase. Hanta narrows his eyes while taking another hit, so you sock him in the shoulder with a huff. "Stop looking at me like that."

The noirette snorts, "Like what?"

"Like..." you start strong, but falter under his eyes. "Like you want to eat me."

Hanta hums at the comment but says nothing, and you're not sure if your mind fabricated the quick look he gives the electric blond sat behind you. Denki speaks first.

"Do you know what shotgunning is, [Y/N]?"

You frown, "Like a shotgun?"

"So no," Hanta answers for you.

"Here," Denki offers, turning you again. Plucking the nub of a joint from the noirette, he takes a big hit before picking your face up by the jaw and hovering your lips over yours. You're not sure what to do, but once your lips connect, smoke fills your lungs, and you don't exhale until Denki pulls away. You blink, a little dazed.

You just kissed Denki Kaminari.

"Feel good?" He asks, never leaving your personal space. You nod, and he grins. "Wanna do it again?"

Your hands fist his shirt, teeth tearing the inside of your cheek due to the amount of embarrassment this question encourages. "I wan—can we do it again but without the um...without the smoke?"

Denki's hands find your hips and it's hard for him to contain a sly smirk, biting his lips to move in on his prey.

"I knew I waned you the second I saw you."

Denki's lips feel much better when he puts a little weight into the kiss, pinning you between him and the noirette. You're not exactly sure what you're doing but he takes the lead, titling his head and kissing harder, rougher, so your lips are pink and swollen by the time he pulls away.

"A-Another," you whimper, tightening your grip around his tee.

Denki hums in contemplation, picking your head up by your chin. "Ask nicely, Cutie."

Flushing deeper, your eyes dart to the coffee table.

“Another, please."

"Good girl," Denki coos, and he's propping you up against Hanta's chest. You shiver at the comment, finding purchase on Hanta's thighs as Denki kisses you on the lips again. "Wanna feel even better?"

"Yes," you nod vehemently. "Yes please."

Denki hums at that, climbing down your body as his hands glide from your waist to the band of your pants. You frown, "What—What are you doing?"

"Eating you out, Cutie," the electric blond says, hands freezing once his thumbs dip under your waistband. "That okay?"

"Oh okay," you breathe, relaxing against Hanta's chest. "Y-Yeah, that's fine."

Denki rips your pants off at that, tossing them towards the corner of the room and ultimately, to a place you'll probably never find them. Pushing your panties to the side, he licks his lips at the sight of your pussy, and flicks your clit with a smirk. You jump.

"H-Hey, that's not—"

He flattens his tongue against your slit and chuckles when you shudder, and after tossing both of your legs over his shoulders. You're not sure what he does after that though, because Hanta picks your face up by the chin and presses his lips to yours.

Denki slides a finger inside and you squeal against Hanta's chapped lips. You hear the electric blond moan, readjusting himself between your thighs, before you finally peel your lips off the noirette's, chest having from lack of oxygen.

"Such a pretty pussy, Baby," Denki gushes before his warm lips fold around your clit and he sucks, humming in surprise when you buck against his mouth. Hanta hooks his chin around your shoulder with a second joint dangling between his lips—and where it came from is beyond you.

Once he exhales, the joint finds its way between your lips and he instructs you to inhale, and the head rush afterwards has you digging your head into his chest.

"You're so wet, holy shit," Denki pulls away, lips strawberry pink and glossed with slick as he trades his both for his thumb and inserting another finger. It crooks just right and that's enough to make your hips buck, nails carving crescents in Hanta's thighs.

“T-There,” you whimper, wiggling your hips again, and Denki grins, thumb pressing into your clit. Your thighs quiver with the strain it takes to hold them back and Hanta’s calloused hands skip to your waist after dropping the burning joint off in the tray.

“Pull his hair,” the noirette commands, but you hesitate, hands glued to his thighs. Hanta sighs, reaching over you to tug for himself.

“Mph—fuck!” Denki’s eyelids flutter as he moans into your pussy with a new passion, his hands wrapping around your thighs to hold you in place. You gasp at his reaction, fingers scrambling under Hanta’s own to thread through his electric blond hair.

“Move your hips—grind against his face, c’mon,” Hanta’s grip tightens around your waist as he offers the suggestion, and you whimper with a nod before your bucking into Denki’s mouth without abandon. As the noirette trails butterfly kisses up the column of your neck, the coil in your gut snaps, and you barely have time to squeak out a warning before you’re flooding Denki’s mouth.

“Good girl...ride it out—there you go,” Hanta coos, biting your ear. You shiver as Denki pulls away with a final (and obscene) slurp, grinning like he didn’t just shatter you to pieces with nothing but his tongue and fingers.

Denki’s lips are on yours in a blink—you moan, legs still buzzing from the afterglow as you weakly grope for the small hairs on the back of his neck.

“Taste good, don’t ya?” He says with a click of a tongue after pulling away.

“I guess so,” you flush, the humiliation from so shamelessly digging your heels into Denki’s back finally settling in. Hanta reaches under your arm for Denki’s chin.

“What? Want a taste too?” The electric blond giggles, wiggling his eyebrows. Hanta snorts.

“If you could be so kind.”

Denki hums at that, placing a hand on your inner thigh for balance as he slams his lips on the noirette’s for the first time that night. He dives straight for the kill, tongue and teeth and everything, and Denki moas when Hanta’s teeth sink into his bottom lip; you find that you like it a lot.

Though eventually you tired of watching, and press the heel of your hand on Hanta’s hard cock through the fabric of his jeans. The pianist hisses, and you grin—you’ve got their attention now.

“Whoa Sweetheart, what are y—“

“I...I want more,” you assert despite the tremor in your voice. Hanta raises an eyebrow in question which has you pressing harder in hopes he’ll cave just as easily as before. Just in case, you add, “Please.”

Denki redirects your attention by squishing your cheeks until you’re looking him in the eyes. With dark eyes, he says, “You sure you want more, Cutie?”

You nod despite the restriction, “Wanna...wanna get to know you better.”

You watch Denki’s pupils dialate at that, and he can’t even hold back a groan when he says:

“Gods, Baby. We’re going to ruin you.”

unpopular opinion: bakugou's the bassist and kirishima's the drummer. fight me.

not me projecting 12yo sun's fantasy of getting railed in the tour bus by 5sos um—

I would think that's what all of us would want 🤤🤤🥹🥹

Breed me until my pussy is dripping cum please!! Then keep fucking me till I turn into a dumb little slut.

Horny Thoughts

It's been a few minutes and he's still not all the way in. You've been whimpering under him as he rocks him hips into yours. He stops kisses your neck and rubs slow circles on your clit.

"Come on, you're my good girl right. You can take it."

He sucks and bites your neck trying to distract you from the stretch.

"please baby, take it all. I need you so bad."

He tries to hold back, but he needs you so bad. His slow rocking turns into rough thrusts.

"F-fuck. take it, take it all. Such a good girl for me."

Megumi, itadori, Deku, kirishima,

He's halfway and you're already running away from him and crying. You continue to repeat that you can't take it, pushing on his lower abdomen. His grabs your hips and holds you still.

"What the fuck did I say about running away from me."

All you could do was whimper in response.

"If you can't take it why are you squeezing around me and moaning like a fucking slut?"

You keep squirming away from him. The stretch too much, and he's being so rough. He leans down and bites your neck, earning small whimper from you.

"You can, and will take all of me like the fucking whore you are. Now be good for me."

Geto, toji, sukuna, Bakugo, Dabi

Kinda shitty but I needed something to post.

Sorry.