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i got caught in the rain health -10 points

I KNEW BKG WAS ALIVE !!!

HE WOULD NEVER LEAVE WITHOUT SERVING CUNT FIRST

the issue with lurking, friends, is that not only does it consequently make your favourite creator stop producing the content you like and wish to see more of, it also turns the dashboard 'dead' as a result.

you reblog stuff not just to boost it, but also to share it. to keep the post alive and moving, which is the entire point of tumblr - sharing content, keeping it alive and moving for others to see.

for example, i reblog a fanart/fic from like 2021 and watch as the post starts to gain traction again because i've put it on other people's dashboards and they're interacting with it once more. everyone is happy; you've seen art/stories you enjoy, the creator got recognition for it, the algorithm boosted the post.

engagement in a click of a button, that's literally it. people calling creators entitled for wanting that, should really sit down and think about how long it takes those creators to produce the content in the first place and how much effort they put into it...... thank you.

Me and who? 😭🫸

Yesssss I have a 21° curve on the left and 15° of the right- I just wanna crinkle

The way I need someone to break my back. Not in a sexual way or anything, I just have scoliosis and my spine hurts. It didn't wanna conform to societies expectations and it's kinda like me. Totally not worth it though and it must pay for its crimes. Just some thoughts.

i also have mild scoliosis so i feel u!!!!!!!! i want someone to hug me and squeeze me so tight that i end up sounding like an empty plastic bottle

do me a solid and just reblog this saying what time it is where you are and what you’re thinking about in the tags.

Imagine:

Being part of The Croods and Guy liking you.

Guy is honestly one of the cutest animated guys ever. How could I not make an imagine about him?

(Y/N) juggled the shell that Guy gave him with some rocks. He heard someone sneaking up behind him.

"Don't." He heard someone breath out.

"Wow. You're really good." Guy chuckled, getting into pace with him.

"Thanks." He replied, letting the rocks drop. Guy glanced at Belt.

"How'd you learn to juggle?"

"Juggle?"

"Yeah. It's what you were doing. Tossing things." Guy explained hurriedly. (Y/N) hummed, giving him the shell back.

"Keep it. You seem to like it." Guy smiled. (Y/N) glanced at him.

"You're cute, you know. Eep called you a boar." (Y/N) told him, smiling at the memory.

"Yeah, she was really scary." Guy mumbled.

"I'm guessing as the oldest you're the most laidback?" Guy looked at him. (Y/N) shrugged.

"I'm not like Thunk who's scared of everything or Eep who's curious.. Sandy is a wild animal." (Y/N) chuckled.

"I guess I'm laidback."

"I like it. It's cute like you." Guy said, nervously.

"Was that a.. 'joke'?" (Y/N) asked. Guy shook his head.

"A compliment."

"What's that?" (Y/N) tilted his head.

"When you say something nice.. About someone. I was trying to flirt with you but..." Guy sighed.

"Flirt? What's that?" Guy squeaked as Eep poked her head between them.

"It's um... When you like someone so you try to uh, get them to like you back." Guy's voice got higher towards the end of his sentence. Eep blinked and stepped away. (Y/N) chuckled.

"I like you too, Guy."

Gifs aren't mine.

good morning !!!!! let’s have a great day I love u guys

Please Reblog is Your Blog is Safe for Non-Binary People.

If my mutuals can’t rb this then we can’t be mutuals

Nah I'm pretty sure that was it.

there are two werewolves inside me and they’re both going to cum real hard

…..or whatever the saying was

Why did I think deku was holding a vape

Happy Birthday

Izuku Midoriya (Deku) – July 15th

katsuki is sitting on the couch in the living room, holding his new little baby in his arms, and you notice that he's just been staring at him for the longest time. adjusts his little hat so his head doesn't get cold, pulls his small hands away from his face so he doesn't scratch himself.

and they're both quiet for a while, aside from the occasional squirmy baby noise, but katsuki eventually speaks up to ask—

"why's he lookin' at me like that?"

not only is the question itself funny, but the way it's voiced — tone deep and gruff, almost affronted — pulls a true laugh from you, has you shaking your head as you come around the couch to stand beside him.

and sure enough — your new little bean is frowning. even his little hairless browline is furrowed, hard.

you laugh again, sharp enough that your son wiggles in katsuki's arms. "because you're looking at him like that."

katsuki tch's, before turning to give you his son's exact same expression. "no 'm not. this is just my face."

"well, maybe that's just his face."

his frown deepens, hilariously enough. "ain't his face with you." and then he looks back down at him, like he's checking to see if he's still being glared at. he is. "looks like he's pissed."

"maybe he is."

you don't bother to correct him, to inform that your son does, in fact, give you a stink face every now and again — just like his father — and instead you watch katsuki lean down close to him, until their noses are nearly touching. watch the way little fingers squeeze around katsuki's thumb.

"the hell do you have to be pissed about, huh?" katsuki asks, voice quiet and low and small, enough for the boy in his arms. "far as i'm concerned, you're livin' the life."

you only laugh, smile while running a hand through katsuki's hair.

you'd say you are, too.

Having a partner who enjoys sleeping naked is great when you're so into somnophilia. Saves you so much time, no shifting about in an attempt to take layers of clothes off gently so that you don't wake them. You can get straight into it, in all senses.

It's always more fun when they wake up during it, eyebrows furrowed in confused pleasure until they realise what's happening and just give into it, melting further into the sheets all pretty and pliant.

Just imagine it, leaning down and leaving a trail of soft kisses up their spine until you reach their shoulder, hands gentle but firm on their hips as you continue to fuck a space inside them just for you; whispering out a quiet "good morning, baby" against their skin. Bliss.

EX-RiNG-FINGER. toji fushiguro

★ summary: perhaps going to your ex-husband‘s costume party wasn‘t the brightest idea.

cw: f! reader, dílf ex-husband!toji, he‘s possessive/clingy, degradation, pwp, quickie, praising, dirty talk, oral (f), overstim, brat taming, hair pulling, size kink, spanks, breeding kink, he’s mean but gets soft in the end, prone bone, reader & toji has 2 kids, angsty unhappy ending ;) (pet names: darling, sweetheart, baby)

★ note: HEY luvs, been a min! this can be read as a follow-up to tinder leg binder — ur choice! heavily inspired from try me by the weeknd :) happy father’s day 2 the #1 daddy toji !!!

STARBOY M.LiST

“ . . . Darlin’,” You let off a silent blow, pausing dead in your tracks once you spotted Toji— your ex-husband of three years. The ballroom was loud, blaring with booming music, you recognized a lot of Toji‘s friends and co-workers scattered everywhere, socializing with one another in their costumes for the event. Toji stood tall, intimidatingly with both hands buried into his pockets. He wore a black tuxedo— a matching grey tie along with long jet-black slacks and similar shoes to go along with the outfit. He looked suave. Your guess was that he was James Bond from the infamous 007 action movie. “You look gorgeous,” he muttered, snapping you out of your thoughts. You stared up at him, clenching onto your martini glass as he spoke. “I was staring to think you wasn‘t gonna show. But you always do. Like a good girl.”

You narrowed your eyes at Toji before staring up at him, and he‘s still showcasing that same arrogant smug expression on his face. “….I only came to say congratulations for starting your new business, Toji,” you muttered, taking another sip of your drink. “That‘s all.”

“Hmm,” Toji hums, glancing around the ballroom before placing his hands on his hips, his green eyes practically undressing you. “Oh. I get it. Heh. You showed up with a little date, right? What a shame. I‘d love to meet the lucky guy. Let him know who he’s dealing with,” and then Toji smugly snickers. “Warn him much of a brat you are.”

“You never changed,” you spoke in a vexed tone, ignoring his remark. Toji‘s eyebrows slightly raised as he listens to you speak, the way he gave you his uninvited attention never failed to make you somewhat remotely nervous. “What do you want Toji?” and his green eyes stares into yours, his gaze a bit more stoic he was always very hard to read. “Just spit it out already.”

Toji takes your martini glass that was halfway filled with some sweet tangy liquor drink, and he drank it up— you glared at him, and he chuckles lowly before swiping a tongue against his lips, staring back down at you. “Well, since you asked sweetheart, I . . . just wanna talk. A good mature talk with my pretty little wife,” and Toji walks a bit closer towards you, you stand still as he brings a hand towards your face, using the soft pad of his thumb to wipe some of the excess drink from the very side of your lip. “Alone.”

“If you‘re gonna start dating again, at least pick someone that looks better than me, baby.” Toji chuckles as you sat on his bed. The bed that used to be yours and his— you just decided to be reasonable and hear Toji out, and by the sounds of it he sounds very jealous. You weren‘t dating anyone actually, you brought a friend but, still. You glared at him and he hums to himself before bringing his glass up to his lips— taking another long sip before speaking again in a gruff gravely voice. “Heh. I bet he can‘t make you wet like I can.”

You blink twice, furrowing your eyebrows as you stared up at Toji and you wanted to wipe that smirk right clean from his face. “Excuse me?”

“You heard me little girl,” Toji replies, walking towards you. He makes you stand up and you suddenly grow weak in the knees — Toji looks down at you, and he makes you stare at him, lightly bringing a hand on your chin to face him since you‘ve always sucked at eye contact. The familiar scent of his cologne— it was always so intoxicating, making you dizzy from how good it smelt— making him even more attractive than he already was. “Giving me attitude and back talk,” he scoffs, “When was the last time you’ve got fucked right, baby? And I mean properly.”

Immediately, you felt your face get hot. Was he serious? Then again— it never surprised you, you lived, married, and had children with this smug, conceited arrogant epitome of a man. But you loved him, maybe a part of you still did.

Your eyebrows formed to another furrow the more he stared at you with those haughty green eyes of his. “…I don’t have to tell you anything, Toji. I saw you talking with that woman downstairs by the piano. I’m sure she’s dying for you to fuck her.”

Toji swiftly rolls his eyes at your answer. “Why fuck her when I can fuck my pretty girl right now instead?” And he brings a hand up to your lavish expensive necklace that shimmered against the reflecting light of the chandelier that was directly shoved the two of you. Whilst doing so— you spotted Toji still wearing his wedding ring. Even after three years. You stared at him, feeling the room suddenly get hot all of a sudden. There was no noise being created except for the blaring hearing of your own heartbeat pulsing out of your chest practically, and the sounds of the near deafening classical music blasting downstairs with the guests socializing and having a good time together.

“….Don‘t call me that.” You muttered. Hearing him address you as his wife did something to you.

“Or what?” He raises his eyebrows out of pure amusement. “I can call you anything I want and you’ll still get wet from it like a nasty girl. It’s pretty damn funny,” and you gulp quietly, watching Toji lean up close directly against your ear. “You used to love hearing me call you princess and baby,” he slyly speaks, and you feel him plant a kiss near the left side of your neck, “Orrrrr if we were nasty, my little whore or bitch. You really liked that, didn’t you, darlin’?”

“…………”

“Awww,” Toji purrs seductively, real low before staring back up at you, his black hair was slightly messy— even more so after he ran a hand through it. “You miss me. You miss your loving baby daddy. So cute I—”

“Shut up, Toji.” You glared, tugging down on your dark black dress that hugged your figures and curves perfectly.

“Oh yeah?” He cackles, and buried his hands in his long black slack pockets once more. Toji was just so smug, his tone was full of it completely before that same annoying smirk pressed against his pink lips. “Make me.”

And you definitely made him shut up alright— with his face in between your thighs, eating you out like an absolute starved man.

“….Tojiiiii….” you gasped, laid back against the bed, head pressed against the fat satin black colored pillow. If Toji was good at anything, it was eating a girl out— he could work his tongue for hours, no matter if tears streamed down your face or you try to pry him off while you’re still extremely overly sensitive. “F-Fuck,” you whined, and his tongue laid flat against your folds, he was nose deep— the very tip of cartilage swiping against your cunt like a credit card. His green eyes occasionally flicked up at you— and he gripped onto your thighs firmly. Toji didn‘t even have the decency to take off your dress yet, he just casually rolled it up and got straight to eating his favorite meal.

Your eyes nearly started to roll into the very very depths of your skull, his tongue eliciting all sorts of whiney moans from the back of your throat. You couldn‘t lie to yourself— you missed Toji, or maybe that was your pussy talking for you. His tongue, you missed a lot, and especially with how sloppy he was. Toji was always a messy eater, spitting all over your sopping folds— watching some of his own spit trickle down between your slit only to lick it up again— lapping with his tongue before sliding a finger inside of your cunt . . easily sucking it in. His chin was sheeny, covered with your slick, yet Toji could care less.

“Dammit…. T-Toji… we need to go downstairs,” you moaned, a hand reaching into his messy hair, pulling him briefly to look up at you. “You’re gonna have your toast w-with the other guests soon…”

His was so pussy drunk within a few minutes, he looks up at you with a mere glare— jade colored eyes narrowing while he slides his tongue between your pearly nub to watch your thighs shake beneath his grip. “The party can wait sweetheart,” he mumbles, bringing a single kiss to your cunt before grazing a thumb down your slit before spanking it— making you let off a surprised moan. “This pretty wet pussy can’t.”

Your mouth slightly goes agape— a tiny whimper leaving your dampened lips, legs continuing to shake and shake as if it was a violent rumbling roar of an incoming earthquake. “Gonna.. cum againnn Toji…..” you babble, and he chuckles once your right leg starts to shake again. He teases you a lot by occasionally stopping and pausing the amazing stimulation — coating your inner thighs with dampened kisses, licking anywhere and everywhere but your poor now neglected pussy and you whimper. “Toji,” you whined, eyebrows starting to furrow and curl together. You chased your own breath like a cat chases a mouse, going on such a crazed high. “Fuck- fuckkkk— Toji…..”

“Heheh,” Toji lowly chuckles— and he‘s disregarding your moans completely. He takes a few moments to depart, creating bite marks near your thighs, tongue softly grazing against the crevices of your legs before diving right back in again. “Funny how your little bratty attitude always disappears whenever I’m eating you out,” and the most sensational rippling orgasm rips out of you— your legs shaking between his firm rough hands that gripped your thighs. Your eyes roll back as you laid slumped on the bed— exhausted while Toji slurps you clean, lapping your savory honeyed slick like a dog. “You don‘t know how much I’ve missed my favorite pussy.”

You whimper— feeling Toji start to eat you out again after your overly dramatic climax, eyes widening as you tugged on his long black strands, a cute attempt to pry him off. “Toji o-okay okay… just fuck me already..”

“Oh? Made up your mind, darlin’?” Toji mutters, sitting up and pushing your body closer towards him. He looked down at you and his stare was so incredibly captivating— pink glistening lips still sheeny with your slick on him, he made a quick swipe, licking his lips clean, tongue simultaneously sliding against his scar and it had no reason being that sexy. Toji leans up close to you, using a thumb to playfully pull your bottom lip flat the more he stared into your eyes. “Just tell me you want me. Tell me you want me and I’ll make you forget all about that dumb date you came here with,” and his eyes lowers, leaning closer towards your face. “Let your husband show how much he‘s missed his pretty wife.”

You nearly let off a whine, feeling Toji bring a knee between your legs— still incredibly sensitive as you glanced up at him. You hated how much of an effect he had on you— even after three years of being divorced. The both of you were always faithful and committed to each other, no one cheated and there were hardly any arguments. But it’s just a way of life, perhaps the two of you got married at the wrong time, besides you’ve always expressed openly on your opinion on how you hated his deadly job of being an assassin. Warning him one day he’d end up in a body bag someday, you’d be a widow alone with your two children he gave you. Toji— like the prideful arrogant man he is, would always reassure you though, that nothing would ever happen to him.

You wanted to believe him. You did.

Little did you know how that would catch up to you in the long run.

But at this moment, you didn‘t care. You missed Toji, it’s been too long— you can’t even remember the last time you’ve even touched yourself. Work and the kids always kept you busy.

“I want you Toji. Please..” You mumbled.

“Aw. I know you do sweetheart,” he coos in a low tone, there‘s a certain rasp to it to make you flutter in not just your heart— but between your legs too. Toji lightly wraps a hand around your neck, and pulls you into a deep and passionate kiss. It was so abrupt, you didn‘t expect it as he caressed a thumb against the middle part of your neck. You moaned in his mouth, it was such a salacious scene of tasting yourself on your ex-husband‘s tongue along with the strong, sweet tang of whiskey on his tongue. Your heart felt like it was beating out of your chest as you felt his tongue rub against yours, it was sloppy— even so it only made you let off another whine, feeling Toji graze a hand up your thigh, the slit of your long pitch-black dress exposing your leg briefly as a hand starts to rub against your exposed clit— white laced panties lazily pushed aside by him. To be fair, Toji Fushiguro was never one to take your panties off, he‘s the type to eat a woman out with them still on— he’s always been the kind.

Once he breaks the kiss, you nearly gasp for air, almost feeling dizzy. “Prone bone.” is all he says. Two simple words for such a sultry position, one of his favorites to do on you, and it was as if your body immediately knew what to do.

“But— my dress….” You huffed.

“Nah. Leave it on. We‘ll be quick,” he mumbles, and you lay on your chest on the bed— feeling Toji softly slide his rough hands to pull up your dress, he felt himself grow hard the more he stared at your body, the pretty stockings you wore— hugging against your thighs before you hear him fiddle with his belt. “Been three damn years. Bet I‘ll have to stretch my pretty baby all for me.”

You let off a soft noise, feeling Toji raise your hips up just a bit towards him— it was like doggy, but more sensual, a more thorough way to get deep between your walls which was exactly his intention. “Hurry t-the fuck up Toji or the party‘s gonna be over and—”

“Don‘t rush me little girl,” Toji grumbles, giving your ass a spank and you whine. Right then, you let off a soft moan— feeling Toji rub his angry red reddened tip against your folds. “Mmm,” he kisses his teeth, and he starts to sink himself in, completely stretching you to the maximum point. A pretty whine rips out of your mouth, Toji kneels just a bit further, both of his hands pressed against the smoothness skin of your back before grunting. “Good girl. Don‘t arch that pretty back, just lie— flat down . . and take this dick. It’s missed you a lot. Heh.”

“Stretching me, Toji,” you whimpered, softly nibbling on your bottom lip— your mouth slightly opened, feeling his length hug tight against your walls. He lets off a grunt, a low one that‘s filled with such rasp it makes your desperate pudenda twitch and pulsate. “F-Fuck.. ’s big..”

Toji hums smugly to himself, and you let off a gasp, feeling him drag both of your arms, pinning them behind your back, holding both with one hand with ease before he presents a steady pace only to start meanly drilling into you. “Squeezin’ down on me so tight darlin’. . . ,” he grunts— and you let off another choked gasp, Toji taking you roughly from behind, both of your wrists restrained by him. A tiny smirk tugs on his lips even though Toji can‘t physically see you as he‘s jackhammering his hardened length between your slipper folds, he’d bet good money your mouth’s all open, eyes rolling back to very very end of your cranium. “Tell me something baby,” Toji sniggers, and each spot makes you moan for him louder and louder. “You let anyone else touch her?”

“Touch….? Touch who..?” You stammered cutely.

“Touch my pussy, whore,” he growls, spanking your ass and you swear underneath your breath. Toji‘s weight slightly hovers over you ass his hips continue to strike against you, it feels so good, you almost forgot how good of a fuck your husband was.

Ex-husband anyway.

Only he knew all the spots and angles, the areas to make you whine and scream— and he carried that fact with him proudly as if it was a trophy.

“No…” You moaned, your voice a bit shaky as he still gripped onto your wrists, biting your lip.

“Ya sure, baby?” He replies, and his tone is full of smugness, you always hated how condescending he was— so annoying, always having the last and final say in things, that annoying smirk forever and always plastered on him — oh, how you‘ve always dreamt of just wiping it off his face. “You don’t gotta lie to me, hon. It’s okay if you were a little horny while we were divorced, heh.”

You swallow whatever source of pride you had left, not even caring anymore— your body got shivers from feeling his fingertips start to ghost against the strap that hung over your shoulder from your dress. “Maybe a few… one n-night stands.”

“Awww,” he purrs, and you feel him repeatedly piston his hips against you from behind— going mad with his thrusts to where it has you babbling words of complete nothings. “Any of your little bitches fuck like me though? Bet they can‘t. This pretty pussy stays all wet just—” and he pauses, letting off a mean low grunt, “Just for me,” and his voice lowers an octave, it‘s an almost seductive whisper, it sends you shivers everywhere, the feeling of Toji‘s weight primarily being against you— casually taking you from being and snatching off such moans from your throat, it felt way too good— you even started to question why the two of you divorced in the first place. “Such a pretty girl.”

Bawling the black satin sheets into your hand, you whine, feeling him drag his left hand to hold towards the back of your neck as he kept up a pace— all you could hear was Toji‘s smug laughter, you nearly gagged, feeling him suddenly shove his fingers into your mouth and he didn‘t expect you to start sucking on them. “So nasty for me,” he grunts, the crown of his cock hitting against your g-spot to make you cry out his name it was so loud, it reverberates and rings all across the room, shutting out the music from downstairs completely. “You close baby?” He hums, hearing your whines get more louder— Toji removes his fingers from your mouth, watching your own spit depart and he smears it all on your face, smudging your lipstick in the process— total asshole. “Heh. So cute.”

“Gonna cummmm… Toji…” You moaned, eyes rolling way back. He was hitting every spot, the way his hips mercilessly rolled— rough but gentle at the same time to send you to complete perplexed convulsions got you so dizzy. “S’good…. have to cum p-please.”

“Dunno if you deserve it,” Toji grumbles, bringing your ask a spank and you whine— the scenario was so lewd that your tongue started to loll out, only Toji could get you like this, being such a dirty side out of you. “How ‘bout you beg for me a little, hm? Do that and I‘ll maybe consider it, sweetheart.”

You whimpered— the red tip of his shaft brushing constantly against your sweet spots, it had your toes curling and back nearly arching.

“Toji…..”

“Y/N…..” He mocks your whiney pathetic voice. Toji purposely butchers your tone, changing his low rough voice to how you spoke. It was embarrassing. Some dare say even humiliating. You wanted to smack him— you nearly gasped, feeling him grab a fistful of your hair from behind, a hand lightly held against your neck. “You heard what the fuck I said. Beg or you can make yourself cum, whore.”

You let off a tiny whine— feeling his pelvis smack, pat, and thwack against you as he jerked his hips from behind you, sending you to a complete trance. “Please Toji, lemme c-cum please,” you spoke in a quiet voice, you sounded so pathetic, white noise feeling your ears as you let your ex-husband pound you into the mattress. The mattress the two of you both shared way before, wasting many days away by just laying in bed together, doing nothing but talking. You‘d be lying if you say that you didn‘t miss Toji, you brought out the best in him. Even though that took a long time— he‘s never been one to settle down, he ran through women like it‘s nothing but that all stopped once he met you. As cliche as it sounds, it‘s true. Toji‘s still the annoying cold-hearted smug bastard he always was when you were with him three years ago, but in a way you got him to soften up, especially when the two of you created two beautiful kids of your own— not to mention how both of them were the exact spitting image of him. But again, perhaps the two of you just married at the wrong time.

“Go ahead,” he snaps you out of your thoughts, soft slender fingers caressing the back of your throat. “Cum all on me baby,” and he leans in, kissing the top of your forehead as he still claimed you from behind— his girth tremendously expanding inside of you, you almost forgot how stupidly big Toji was. He always knew how to stretch you out with pure and total ease. “That‘s it relax, pretty girl. Make a mess on your husband. I‘ll clean you right up, yeah?”

“F-Fuck Toji…” You cried out, and the way he talked you through your orgasm was so sexy, you felt his hips stutter and slow down just a bit for you, a hand still tightly wrapped around your neck. The coil within you snapped, gnawing down on your lip— you came and it felt so good, you can‘t remember the last time you climaxed, let alone that good. Toji gets all close and personal next to your ear as he‘s still buried deep between your gummy walls, warm breath brushing against your earlobe— you could smell the rich liquor on his tongue as your eyes rolled back, still making a mess from his fat cock bullying your folds completely. “Fucking h-hate you. All you know how to do right is f—fuck me good. Nothin’ else..”

“Heheheh, is that right?” Toji lowly chuckles, and he flips you over right after you came— watching you try to catch up with your breath. You landed on your back with a soft oof, and watched as Toji started to tear off your dress. “Listen little bitch,” he purrs, sounding so smug as he completely ripped it into shreds— you were way too sensitive from just climaxing that you didn‘t really care. Toji found it cute even in your state, you‘d still always find a way to act like a brat. “. . . Got some nerve saying shit like that,” and then he slyly smiles, realigning himself— his facial expressions contorts, obsidian colored eyebrows raising at your mouth starting to open, feeling him start to go inside again, “You want me to fuck you harder, that it? Beat this sloppy pussy up just for you?” And he gets closer to your face, within seconds he‘s balls deep and you moan lewdly, your legs wrapping around his slim waist before he snickers, “I get it. You ant another baby, don‘t you sweetheart? How ‘bout I give you two more, make you extra filled so you can shut the fuck up. Be a pretty little mommy for me all over again. So gorgeous with your tummy all swollen.”

“Please—” You nodded pathetically, wrapping your arms around his neck. Toji still had his tuxedo on, and regardless of the beads of sweat starting to drip down his forehead, he looked so incredibly handsome. The rich black color really coordinated with his matching hair color and made his dark viridescent green eyes pop each second he second he looked at you. “Fill me up Toji. Make me a mommy again.”

He chuckles, pressing a hand against your tummy, feeling how deep he was truly reaching and it made you let off a tiny hiss— the back of your left ankle rubbing against his slim waist, the colliding against the sheer fabric of his suit. “Was kidding but I knew you‘d be into that shit. Nasty girl. But fine. I‘ll give my pretty baby as many kids as she wants.” Toji‘s voice is rough as he speaks before he leans in— bringing you into a deep carnally kiss. You moaned into his mouth again, holding onto him tight as you felt him pound into you— getting you so dizzy, nearly choking on your own pants. As his body pressed against you, you slightly opened your mouth, feeling his tongue drag against yours, and it was so sensual, occasionally he‘d bite down on your lip to tease you.

This kiss had so much emotion, you hadn‘t realized how much you missed Toji— funny enough, you only realize it while he‘s deep inside you, stirring your insides up like pancake batter. The kiss was primarily angry— it was long and purely relentless, honeyed, sweet, and incredibly sloppy, Toji missed you too, as stubborn as he was. No woman could ever compare to you in his eyes. As when you two were dating— and broke up after the fact, he‘d always still moan out your name with other women, embarrassing himself in the process, sometimes he‘d do it on purpose though. Because he‘s… Toji.

Though— Toji loves to finger other women with his wedding ring still on, imagining that woman‘s you, your pretty cunt tightening around his fingers, whining in his ear with that sweet needy voice of yours that he‘s always grew to know and love.

He kept kissing you until he left you gasping for air, it left your head spinning like a merry-go-round. “So cute,” he grunts— his hips stuttering once more as you took his hefty length, you squeezed around him so tight it makes him angrily suck his teeth. His tip of his dick massaged your inner walls as if it‘s profession was a masseuse— the way his mean antagonizing thrusts hits against you left you almost hypnotized, yearning, begging, and pleading for more in that whiney pathetic voice. “….Fucking dammit,” Toji spats, feeling his muscles tighten against you— he felt himself getting closer and closer. He cups your chin, staring dead at you, and you could never read his expression, that same stoic sly façade he always kept up like some sort of wall that could never be broken. “Gonna fill you all up, baby. Fuck a whole— heh . . daycare into you. That‘s what you want, ain‘t it?”

You nod, hands wrapped around him. “Y-Yes Toji please. Stuff me full please, n—need you to breed me s’bad,” you sniffle, and he feels the very heel of your foot trace against his back once more. It was cute. That sly haughty smirk reappears on Toji‘s pink lips— some of your lipstick smudged against his mouth before he bullied his dick further and further against, around, and all between your pretty gummy walls. “Wanna feel you so bad.”

“Baby, you will,” he smugly replies, bringing a kiss the the top of your forehead. The both of you were in missionary now— his pace was so reckless, so frenzied, so hungry. The moans you let out was so salaciously high-pitched and whiney, you could hardly even recognize yourself. Both bodies pressed against each other— you felt as if your temperature was through the roof, the crown head of his cock brushing against that infamous g-spot of yours, transmitting your vision to see pure white— it was dramatic, almost as if this scene was out of some hollywood movie. “F-Fuck,” he grunts, bringing a kiss towards the outline of your jaw. “Be a good girl and take it all for me. Saved all this s-shit for you for so long, darlin’.”

And within seconds, Toji‘s pelvis slightly tilts against yours, you felt your back arch just a bit and he‘s spewing out stringy velvety ropes of cum inside of you— and it‘s a lot, it almost makes your mouth start to water. Toji slows his unrelenting pace down as he‘s climaxing— he‘s deep inside your walls that‘s tightly holding him captivate. His breath gets shaky and heavy— both sides of his face starting to burn a bright red, growing flustered as he lets off a deep baritone-like grunt.

Then Toji pulls out for a brief moment, a hand pressed against your stomach while he swipes the tip of his sensitive frenulum part of his rubs against your cunt that‘s spilling with his thick bands of cum. “Tojiiiiii—” you whined, and he was teasing you, rubbing the head of his dick against the mess that was just being created, almost as if he couldn‘t take his eyes away. As if he was mesmerized by his own seed spilling out of your pretty swollen pussy. “M-More.”

He snickers scornfully, sliding a hand up your thigh, before pushing both legs towards your knees, his grip is strong and firm.

“Greedy ass woman,” he sucks his teeth, and his tone is contemptuous and playful— still very much arrogant. “Don‘t be mad at me if you end up with triplets.”

Toji brings you into another deep kiss, and you whimper once he shoves your knees towards your chest, he continued to piston his hips into you as his lips locked against yours— by now you forgot all about the plus one you brought with you, much less the fact the two of you were at a party to celebrate Toji‘s occupational success. But yet here he was, his own version of celebrating— by using your sweet loving cunt as a gift, he was grateful, even if he wouldn’t be caught alive saying that directly to you.

He looked so drunk— off of love, Toji‘s eyes were half-lidded as he kept switching through multiple positions with you, using your sweet pussy as if it was a bucket to store all tremendous thick ropes of his cum. He was touchy— he couldn‘t help it after ripping orgasm after orgasm out of you. Your pretty long black dress that was practically ruined and torn now thanks to him, he couldn’t help but run the calloused tips of his fingers against your figure, watching you spasm and lose yourself completely on his cock.

“Gonna c—cum again Toji,” you sputtered, and you were riding him now, he‘s slumped back against his pillow, his eyes never leaving your perfect body. Toji slowly licks his lips as he watches you babble over and over from his cock disappearing over and over between your clenching folds, gripping onto your waist before pulling you towards him. He slid the top part of your dress down, sliding your bra aside, and starts to flick his tongue teasingly against your perky hardened nipple. He cups his lips around it, his dark green eyes staring, glaring at you as you kept riding him. “F-Fuck…” You whined, and Toji was so whipped for you, he didn‘t even have to say anything.

His tongue continued to swirl around your pretty swollen nipple, and you let off a whine, feeling him playfully nip and bite on it— hearing him let off a low chuckle. “Mmm. Taste so sweet,” he says in a raspy tone, departing his lips before cupping your right breast, squeezing it firmly. “Gonna cum again for me darlin’? Go ahead. Be nasty for me.” he purrs, shoving you directly into his chest, a rough hand starched to your waist, another clasped near the very back of your neck.

You whimper as your thighs ache and twitch— the way your hips jerked against him before you lost total composure, coming again, and at this point, you‘ve lost count of how many climaxes Toji‘s stole out of you. The fire in your abdomen burned greatly like a wildfire, tears poking your eyes and he gruffly chuckles at your dumb state. Once you rolled off of him, you laid beside him— panting while staring up at the ceiling.

“Thanks for ruining my dress, asshole.” You glared, still speaking in a breathy tone— lightly nudging him.

Toji slyly smiles, pulling you close towards him, wrapping an arm around you. “I’ll eat you out again as an apology, woman.”

It was like time stood still for a moment as the both of you tried to recollect breaths, then Toji made you face him, lying down on the bed to stare towards you, and his face looked like it softened. “I wasn‘t lying though. I miss my wife.”

“Really..?” You mumbled, deadpanning.

“Yeah,” he replies, sitting up— his hair was messy yet still attractive before he lets off a sigh. “I invited you here so we could try again, you know? I know there‘s been times I’ve been a lousy husband to you, not really there for you and the kids because of how much time I spend at work . . . ” and he speaks, you stare at him, taking in every word he says— he sounds serious, not as cocky and conceited as he usually does.

“Let’s start over. For us, for our children, Y/N. I’m not the same man I was when you last saw me, and I wanna change for you,” and he kissed the top of your forehead. “I know I can be an arrogant idiot but I wanna do better, I promise,” and he genuinely looks like he means ever word, his face was a lot more relaxed— not as stern. “You’ll always be the love of my life, sweetheart. Every single rebound or hookup that I’ve had for the past three years I just kept seeing your cute ass. Your pretty face, those soft loving eyes and that annoying glare you always give me when I’m right about something,” he chuckles before then having a change of attitude—he grumbles, avoiding eye contact for a little. “. . . Even though it pains me to say that out loud, I mean it. Let’s re-marry again. I’ll do everything in my power for us all to be a happy family again. You me and the kids. Nothing else matters. I love you and only you, baby.”

You take a moment to sink in his words, and it felt like dozens of knives struck in your heart— you’ve always felt the same way, you’ve just been waiting for Toji to finally say it back. And he did. The last time you heard Toji murmur those three words, eight letters, ‘I love you,’ was practically three years ago— and it stung hard like a deadly wasp, hearing him say it again.

“…Toji,” you sniffled, staring deep into his green eyes, hearing your heart pulse through your ears. “I lov—”

But before you could say, ‘I love you back,’ you abruptly woke up next to your two children beside you. You woke up confused, eyebrows furrowing. The literal same bed as your dream— you’re laid on the side where Toji usually sleeps, slept, and it was cold and empty, deserted.

Then it all came crashing back into you.

Your ex-husband was dead. Gone.

Long long gone. He died months ago while trying to assassinate a pricey bounty— some one by the name of Gojo Satoru who just so happens to work at Jujutsu High— who happens to even teach and train your children to be a strong and ruthless sorcerer. Just like their late daddy. A single tear rolled down your face, you felt angry, everything . . was a dream—? But he wanted to get back together, start over and re-marry. You were gonna give him another chance, and he was so happy about it. It’s like all the words he said to you in that dream kept replaying over and over and over again in your head like a broken record.

“What‘s wrong mom? Is it the hormones again?”

You blinked, staring up at your eldest son— a teenager that looked like the spitting image of Toji.

“Huh.. what?” You spoke, confused.

Your son trails his eyes towards your stomach, and you rub a hand against your bare tummy that happened to be…. round? You froze, the realization hitting you like a truck.

He got you pregnant again, as he promised. The two of you were keen on having a few more kids. Toji wanted more boys while you wanted more girls, formulating many different cute baby names to come up with together. The two of you planned to even re-marry after you had your unborn babies— it was oh so adorable.

But your husband‘s dead, and you were all alone.

spider boy promises — spider-man!midoriya izuku x reader

synopsis: you’re spider-man’s neighbor, his friend. but there’s still secrets between the two of you, ones he refuses to share and ones you’re too scared to ask about in fear of him leaving. so they sit between you, festering and threatening to spill over. patched up and kept at bay by promises that might be left unfulfilled. PART 1 HERE

content warnings: mentions of blood/injuries, angst

wc: 1.3k

author’s note: part 2 of spider boy!!! thanks for all the love <3 and yes there will be a part 3!!!

You hold his hand until he falls asleep, brush away his tears. You cannot bring yourself to let go of even long after his breathing has evened out, after his face has melted to a more peaceful expression. His furrowed eyebrows smoothed out, lips almost tilted into a smile.

Midoriya started sleeping over more often, especially on days when he was not out patrolling and coming back to his quiet apartment bloody and bruised, patching himself up because he did not want to worry you. Even though you had insisted you did not mind, that you wanted to help him.

When you wake up, he is usually gone. In his place, you find a new spider sketch on your kitchen table. You had started a small collection, hanging them up on your fridge with the unused magnets that had been waiting for a purpose ever since you had moved in.

Knowing he would be gone in the morning meant you stared at him until sleep made your eyes heavy and took him away from you.

You fight it off as long as you can. But when the morning sun shines in your eyes and wakes you up, you realize your bed is still warm. And his hand is still in yours.

“You stayed?” You asked before you even opened your eyes. Maybe this was a dream. A cruel dream where you were both free to stay under the covers all day, away from harm and the burdens of being a busy student and beloved vigilante.

“Yeah,” he replied. “It’s Saturday.”

You opened your eyes at that. Saturday.

On Saturdays, Midoriya hardly went out. Police presence tended to be stronger, and he only went out if he was continuing something, following a lead, or if there was an emergency. That much he had shared with you, that much you knew.

Selfishly, you loved Saturdays.

He smiled at you when your eyes met his. “Is it okay that I stayed?”

You nodded.

His smile faltered, and he reached up to poke your cheek. “Promise?”

You smiled at his action. “Promise.”

You realized you had never lied to him before. Could he say the same about you?

The morning was spent inside, in pajamas, avoiding your phones and reminders of upcoming assignments. Moony slept on Midoriya’s lap all through breakfast, and as you made pancakes for the both of you, you could hear him quietly cooing over her, whispering what a good cat she was.

Really. It was impossible for you not to develop feelings for him. You angrily flipped a pancake, exhaling through your nose strongly. This would be easier if your feelings were nonexistent.

He was no better later in the day, during your TV show catch-up time. Moony was off somewhere napping, so he seemed to seek a replacement. Something to do with his hands. An arm wrapped around your shoulder, a hand reaching for yours. His fingers idly traced your knuckles, intertwining with yours over and over. His eyes never left the TV screen.

You were a mess. You could feel your palms starting to sweat, but Midoriya either did not notice or chose not to mention it. So you melted into his touch, leaning onto his chest and watching the TV show you watched together, letting him play with your hand.

By the third episode, you had your head in his lap and he was braiding your hair.

“Your hair smells nice,” he said from above you. You could hear the smile in his voice.

“Thanks.”

He hummed a response. You let your eyes close, the TV serving as the perfect background noise to pair with the soothing motions of Midoriya braiding your hair. You let sleep overtake you this time, welcomed it. He would be there when you woke up.

——— * * * ———

When you woke up a few hours later, you knew something is off.

You were in the same exact position, but the room was darker, the lights never turned on. You turned, adjusting yourself until you were facing the ceiling and Midoriya.

He was wearing his suit, mask still on. “Midoriya?” you asked. Patting his thigh frantically when he did not respond. “Midoriya?”

You sat up, the hand that was resting in your hair falling limp into his lap. You grabbed his shoulders and shook him a little, a lump forming in your throat and your eyes becoming blurry with tears. “Midoriya wake up. Midoriya Izuku wake the fu—” you break off with a startled gasp when he stirs, groaning.

“Y/N?”

“Thank god,” you said, pulling him forward and hugging him. “You scared me, you little shit.”

“I’m sorry,” he said, pulling off his mask, nuzzling his face into your neck, and wrapping his arms around you to tighten the hug. “Got back really tired.”

You sighed, idly running a hand through his hair. “You’re okay?”

You felt him nod, and then could actually feel him smile into your skin. “Did you use the full name card on me?”

You tugged at his hair, earning a surprised yelp. “It worked, didn’t it?”

He laughed, pulling away. Your smile fell the second you saw his face.

There were tear steaks cutting through a thin layer of dirt, and you watch as another falls and trails down his cheek. You wiped the other away and smiled sadly at him. “Need help getting to your place?”

He shook his head. “I’m okay.”

Liar. You had to bite your lip to prevent yourself from saying it. You forced another smile and stood up. “Okay, then you can shower here. Chance for you to use my shampoo since you like it so much.”

The second you heard the shower turn on you opened your Spider-News tab and started scrolling, looking for any clues. It had become a horrible habit, but you could not help it. Your search was unsuccessful, though. There was no breaking news for you to discover, no sighting of Spider-Man at all that day.

So where the hell was he going?

——— * * * ———

You asked him three days later, when you found him curled up outside your bedroom door with Moony on a Tuesday morning. After making sure he was okay you scolded him for scaring you, and he was so ashamed he refused to meet your gaze.

“Didn’t wanna wake you up,” he yawned. He was not hurt, but the bags under his eyes were more defined. “Moony kept me company.” An unhelpful meow from Moony, which you ignored. She spoiled him too much.

He insisted on making you breakfast before you left for class, and knowing he would keep insisting if you did not back down, you let him. You kept a watchful eye on him as he made your eggs, making sure he was wincing with certain movements or limping. But he looked perfectly fine.

“Where’d you go?”

His back was turned away from you, so you could not see his expression. You were not sure if you preferred that.

“Out patrolling,” he said, turning the stove off and moving your eggs to a plate. “Following a lead.”

He sat down and ate with you, refusing to meet your gaze.

“Why can’t you tell me?” If you were going to ask, might as well push as much as you could.

“I want to,” he said, setting down his fork and finally looking up. His eyes were dull with weariness. None of the bright energy usually in them to be seen. “But it’s too dangerous right now.”

“Are you being safe?” you said, trying hard to keep your voice from shaking.

He nodded. “Promise.”

Was he lying again?

“Okay. I trust you.”

Did you?

You stayed awake as long as you could that night, but you never heard him come back to his apartment, and he was not outside your bedroom door when you woke up the next morning either. You scrabbled to get dressed and rushed to the library, but every step you took away from your apartment filled your stomach with more and more dread.

He was not at your usual spot at the library. And you knew he would not be waiting in your kitchen when you got back.

So where the hell was he?

masterlist

Men who love how you look in glasses. They fit your round face so well, they made you look smart(er than you already are), they made you look sexy. All you had to do was look at him from behind your frames and his dick got hard.

He especially loved the times you’d find your head between his knees, his thick cock stuffing your mouth. You’d pull back kissing and sucking on his sensitive tip, your glasses a little crooked from your vigorous head movements.

“Fuck baby, you look so cute with my cock in your mouth.” He’d shakily breathe. If he was feeling nice he’d fix the placement of the spectacles, but on the occasions where he felt mean, he’d make it his goal to make them even more disheveled.

He’d make sure by the time he’s done, they’re fogged up, hanging hallway off your face, and speckled with his cum. He’d reach for them, feeling nice enough to clean them himself, but you stop him, taking them off scooping the liquid with your fingers and sucking it off. He’d feel himself get hard all over again once you place them back on your face with a little smile.

He’d groan, cupping your face in his hand and bringing you up for a nasty kiss.

Kakashi, Aizawa, Sasuke, Iwaizumi, Kuroo

Womanizer!Bakugou, who was expecting you to be submissive like all the others, that you would gladly spread your legs without even asking like all the others

Womanizer!Bakugou, who thought you were just being a brat when you pushed him down so that you were on top of him

Womanizer!Bakugou, who knew you weren't just putting on an act when you started biting and sucking at his neck that would definitely leave hickies, making him have this weird feeling that he's never had before, making him want to just let you take care of him

Womanizer!Bakugou, who wasn't used to someone taking care of him like this, most of the time he was the one doing all the work

Womanizer!Bakugou, who couldn't back his moans and whimpers despite the embarrassment

Womanizer!Bakugou, who tries to fight you off, who tries to protest but it all falls on deaf ears after he feels your warm walls around his dick, his face beet red and desperately trying to be hidden by his big arm

Womanizer!Bakugou, who screams out your name in pleasure as his earth-shattering orgasm comes

Virgin deku and his chubby gf who wraps her legs around his waist to keep him from pulling out❤️

*clenches fist* hnnggggggggg yeah …. yeah…

it already took every ounce of self control he had to try and pull out. izuku already used up every bit of control to stop fucking into you, legs shaking as he slowed his thrusts until he was stilled inside of you.

“g-gonna cum, lemme pull out.” he says, brows furrowed together as he tries to calm his breathing.

you have other plans though, wrapping your legs around him and giving him a wide eye’d look, bottom lip jut out in your desperation. izuku wants to cum inside, so bad that it’s hurting him to hold on, but he can’t. he’s too young to get you pregnant, only at the beginning of his hero career. still, his eyes roll back as you lock your ankles around him, hips moving up and down against him, coaxing him closer and closer to a high he’s desperately trying to fight off.

“fuck, gotta let me pull out. can’t cum inside…. baby… baby please… can’t g-get you pregnant.” izuku’s voice is high pitched, whining as his hips continue fucking into you. his breathing picks up, growing faster and faster until he hears your soft little please that makes him almost entirely stupid.

so he gives in, telling you that it’s okay, that he’s gonna give it to you, fill you up because you asked so nicely. izuku’s a virgin, but he knows when you need something. who was he to deny you, especially when your legs were wrapped around him, fat of your thighs holding him inside of you, pulling him closer with each roll of your hips.

izuku’s head falls forward when he cums, a groan going from low to high breaking from his lips as you soothe him with quiet shushes, letting him pump you full like you asked, or rather, demanded.

No thoughts- no thoughts, just this

thinkin about monster bakugou with a prehensile tongue….

Imagine college au mha where Izuku Midoriya is a male cheerleader. I feel like he would really make a good one because its very plus ultra. I can see him at the bottom of an inverted pyramid using his quirk to hold everyone up and he uses black whip to catch anyone if they fall. We're a new teammate and he's got eyes for us. It's definitely a Bring It On vibe.

If anyone wants to use this idea as a base for a one-shot or series, its fine by me! Just tag me so I can read it and reblog it!

Get me a man who will do this

Bestie

NSFW, Minors DNI Pairing: Izuku Midoriya x reader

Request: bestfriend!izuku telling you how good of a friend you are while you let him pound into you aggressively in his apartment after another bad relationship even while you plead and tell him that this could ruin the friendship; "don't worry beautiful, you'll always be my bestie."

Word Count: 4.7k

Warnings: a cinnamon roll turns into a vengeance-fueled sex fiend 🥰 choking, degradation, filming/exhibitionism, revenge sex, impact play, biting, quirk play, unprotected sex, little bit of a corruption kink bc I can't help but want to ruin this man

You rapped on the door to Izuku's apartment, pizza in hand, and an overnight bag slung over your shoulder. This'd become a frequent enough occurrence for you to know you'd probably be crashing here tonight, so at least this time you'd be prepared. Break-ups weren't usually easy on him, but this one took the cake, hence the comfort food and stash of feel-good movies in your backpack. You'd never liked the bitch anyway, and you'd told him so after the first time you'd met her. She lobbed one back-handed compliment after another in your direction, hanging off of his arm like he was a piece of meat that she had to protect from you, lest you swallow him up yourself. 'Oh, you have a lower back tattoo? Aw, s'so cute. I'd never be brave enough to get one there. You know, the connotations around it and everything.' 'Totally love your outfit. 'Zuku doesn't like that style though, so I'd never actually wear something like that.' He'd waved the idea off, saying 'she's just got a strong personality, she didn't mean what she said like that'. You rolled your eyes at the memory, cursing Izuku's forgiving nature. He thought too much of people to understand the dynamics of that type of psychological warfare that only the truly toxic bitches seemed to master. But where was she now? Choking on someone else's cock, no doubt. That's how he'd found her. In his apartment, no less. In his bed, throat jammed full of someone else. And so here you were, picking up the pieces of another doomed-from-the-start relationship. Half the women he went for were only interested in his up-and-coming status as a rising Pro Hero. The other half were just raging bitches. This one, unfortunately, had been both.

"Hey," Izuku's smile wasn't as wide as it normally was when he swung the door open, taking the pizza from you as he stepped aside to let you in. "Hey," you flashed him a sympathetic smile and stepped inside, setting your bag down on the couch as you entered the living room. "How are you doin'?" "I'm all right," he shrugged, shutting the door before he followed you in to the living room and placed the pizza box on the coffee table. "Don't really wanna talk about it. Thanks for coming over on such short notice." "Of course," you jabbed his side with a playful elbow, "Anything for my bestie." He cracked a smile and you nodded toward the couch as you offered him one in response, "C'mon, let's queue up a movie and dig in, I'm starving." "I'll grab us some plates," he nodded in agreement as he made his way in to the kitchen. The night was moving along in the same way it always did. Good food, good conversation. Hilarious commentary through the movies that each of you had seen at least a hundred times. You were curled up in the spot that you'd claimed as your own when he first bought the couch that you were sprawled out on, laying across the extra-wide chaise at the bookend of the piece of furniture. He was in one of his usual spots in the seat beside you, hand digging in to the party-sized bag of M&Ms he'd brought out as dessert for the two of you. "Is it all right if I crash here tonight? I didn't mean to assume, I just figured that I usually did, so I actually packed some necessities this time," you popped another candy in your mouth, turning your head to look up at him. "Yeah, I'd actually prefer it if you did," he smiled down at you before turning his attention back to the movie, "I don't really wanna be here alone tonight." "I get that," your lips pulled into a sideways smile and you sighed as you sat up, stretching your shoulders before standing, "Well, in that case, I'm gonna go change real quick. No need to pause or anything, I'll be right back." "Okay," he turned his head as you picked up your bag and he watched you walk down the hall, taking notice of the alluring way that your

hips swayed for the first time. The observation planted a terrible thought in his brain and sent an excess of blood pumping to his crotch. He shifted in his seat, shaking his head as if it would do any good to rid him of the thoughts now plaguing his mind. Thoughts of you, tits bouncing wildly while he fucked relentlessly into your tight, wet pussy. The image made his cock twitch. He shot up straighter in his seat, clearing his throat as he rubbed a strong hand over his thigh. "I miss any good scenes?" "What?" he responded with a little too much surprise in his voice, staring up at you with widened eyes. "Oh, uh, no. Nothing much happened." "O..kay. Y'all right?" you cocked a curious brow at him as you sat back down in your place, folding your knees to sit cross-legged. "Yeah, sorry," he struggled to focus on your face, barely able to keep his eyes level with yours when he could see from his peripheral how well the tank top you'd changed into hugged your breasts. "Just thinkin' about earlier." "Oh," you looked down, unsure of what to say in response. He took the brief opportunity to study your outfit, having to bite down on the inside of his cheek when he realized that you were braless, the outline of your nipples poking through the thin fabric. His eyes roamed lower, peeking at the apex of your thigh, visible within the gap between the tiny shorts you were wearing and your skin. "I'm all right," he tore his eyes away from your body, setting a hand on your knee as he looked at your face. "Promise." He fought the urge to slide his hand any higher as you turned to smile at him. "I, uh, do wanna ask you something though." He averted his eyes, feeling nervous for potentially the first time around you, "It's a little weird--and we totally don't have to if you're not comfortable with it--," he flashed you a reassuring expression as he continued, "but, would it be okay if I just..laid with you? Like, while we watched the movie?" "That's not where I thought this was going," you laughed, letting out the breath that you were subtly trying to hold in anticipation of his query, "That's totally fine with me, 'Zuku. Anything for you. 'Specially after what that cunt did to you." He half-shrugged, scooting himself onto the space of the chaise beside you, "Better off without her. I'm just glad I've at least got you," he laid back, propping his head against the back of the couch and tapping his chest, inviting you to join him. "What would you do without me?" A laugh left your lips as you laid beside him, turning onto your side as you unfurled your legs and rested your head upon his muscular pecs. "I'd be pretty lonely tonight," he mused, hooking the arm that was resting behind your neck around your arm, letting his fingers drift along your soft skin. "Thanks for everything tonight. For all the other times too. I know I've said it before, but I really appreciate you bein' here for me." "You don't have to thank me," you sighed comfortably, letting your body sink against his at you relaxed under his soothing touch. "You'd do the same for me in a heartbeat." "Yeah," he gazed down at you, speaking softly as he continued dragging his fingertips along your arm. "I would." You both channeled your attention back to the movie. Well, you did. Izuku had to work much harder to keep up with what was going on, despite having seen this particular film more times than he could count. In a word, he was distracted. Desperate to keep his hips pulled away from you, worried that you might notice the bulge pressing against his loose sweats, only remotely restrained by the compression of his boxers briefs. He tried to focus on the movie, he really did. But your skin felt so soft beneath his fingertips. His mind inevitably drifted to thoughts of what the rest of you felt like. "Mm," you readjusted beside him, propping yourself up on an elbow as you looked at him, "You all right if I turn around? Think my arm's starting to fall asleep." "Course," he nodded, lifting his arm to give you the space to turn over. "Thanks," you sighed as you

flipped over, wiggling against the cushion as you settled in to a more comfortable position and laid your head back against his chest. "You comfortable? Feels like most of you is halfway across the couch," you laughed, pointing with you chin towards his legs, awkwardly hanging off the edge of the chaise. "You can get closer, there's plenty of room and I don't mind, really." "Oh, uh, I don't know about that," he chuckled, trying to mask the nerves bubbling up in his chest. "Why? Just shut up and get comfortable. C'mon," you reached back and tapped a hand to his thigh, pulling it towards you and he relented. Carefully, he pulled both legs up onto the couch properly, trying to keep his hips straight. “Better?” You tilted your head back to look at him and he smiled in response with a nod. “Yeah, you more comfortable this way?” “Mhm, just tell me if I get too close. You’re pretty comfy, so I just might doze off here if you let me,” you brought your body closer to him, letting your weight rest against his frame. “Been a minute since you cuddled up to anyone, huh?” His voice was laced with a teasing playfulness. “Hey!” You nudged an elbow into his side, uselessly, as he just laughed it off. “You should be honored you’re allowed to get this close to me. Most men don’t have the chance.” “Because most men aren’t good enough for you,” he laughs, quiet and cautious, as he makes his first bold move, letting his arm drape over you as he leans in, turning his hips to the side, but keeping them distanced from you. “See? You understand,” you giggle along with him, relaxing into his hold and he does the same, sighing as he holds you with less apprehension and more ease. “You’re an exception. I don’t mind snuggling up with you.” “I’m honored,” he says, a little softer, pressing his forearm against your stomach as his fingers slip beneath the other side of your waist. The simple gesture made you feel completely snug and secure against him, but the way his capable fingers were gently pressing into your waist, applying just the right amount of pressure to a somewhat intimate spot, inspired an intoxicating amount of pleasure to pool between your thighs. “You should be,” you breathed, arching into him ever so slightly as you tried to keep your thoughts from clouding with desire. You shouldn’t have reacted at all. You should have taken a deep breath, steeled yourself and pulled away. You couldn’t have known how eager he was to touch you; you weren’t gifted with a mind-reading quirk. So you couldn’t have known how his resolve had been slowly drifting away. How drunk he was on the proximity you two had been sharing in the low light of his living room. How fucking hard his aching cock was at the moment. Until you felt it. The tip of his firm member pressing into your ass as you arched yourself in to him. You might have apologized, rolled away and pretended like it didn't happen. If it wasn't for the way he gasped, drawing in a shallow breath as his eyes fluttered shut, lip catching between his teeth as he desperately fought off the groan crawling up his throat. He lost. The sinful noise rang in your ears and your hips reacted before you could, rocking against his raging erection in earnest as you mewled, reaching an arm back behind his head as you grinded against his length. Instincts took over. He slid out from beneath you, pinning an arm on either side of your face as he settled himself between your legs, leaning closer to hover his lips just above yours while he rutted himself directly against your core. "'Zuku," his name left your lips as a wanton sigh as you searched his eyes, begging for some kind of sign that you could do this and it would be all right. "We can stop, if you want to," his voice was hoarse as he slid the outline of his cock against you again, this time with enough pressure to push your folds slightly open beneath your shorts. The sensation made your head spin, any thoughts of hesitation falling aside as you shook your head. "Don't stop, please," you wrapped your legs around him, fisting your hands

into his hair to close the distance between your lips. He moaned into the kiss, returning your efforts eagerly as his hands cupped your breasts, massaging them as he thrust his hips against yours repeatedly, picking up a rhythm as you both writhed against one another in pure carnality. "Are you sure about this?" His lips moved against yours, hands slipping beneath your top, waiting for your reply. "Yes," you whined, "please. Want you to touch me." He pushed your top up over your breasts without a second thought, tossing it aside as he attached his lips to your nipple, rolling the other between his fingertips as a groan vibrated against your skin. "So fucking pretty," he mumbled, mouth still full of you, "I'll touch you wherever you want. Make you feel so good." You moaned watching in ecstasy as he laved his tongue back and forth over your sensitive nipple, flicking it with the pink muscle occasionally, each sudden stroke of his tongue causing you to let out a little yelp of pleasure. "'Zuku," you were breathing heavy already, hands roaming down his sides to fumble with his sweats. "Wanna feel you too," he reached a hand down to help you pull off his bottoms, kicking them off as he stood up and lifted his shirt off his torso. The sudden lack of stimulation had you reeling, whining at the loss of friction. "C'mere," he took both your hands, pulling you to sit up before he tucked his hands beneath your thighs, lifting you as he stood and settled you around his waist. You gasped as he lifted you, the weightless sensation adding to the dizzying amount of lust fogging your brain as you wrapped your arms around him, leaving space to lean in and kiss his neck as he carried you down the hall. "Fuck, that feels so good," he came to a stop at the edge of the bed, laying you back and running his hands down your sides as he stood back up, hooking two fingers into your bottoms to pull them off, panties and all, in one fluid motion. You were stripped bare and completely vulnerable, watching his emerald eyes glimmer as they devoured your body, committed it to memory. Your better judgement chimed in, interrupting your thoughts of all the filthy things that you wanted him to do to you. He paused, trailing his fingertips up yours sides as he pressed a knee into the bed, hovering over you as he gauged your cautious expression. "What's wrong?" He spoke softly, cupping your cheek in his hand. "This isn't going to change anything, right? Between us, I mean," you propped yourself up on your elbows to meet his eyes. "I don't want to risk anything bad happening between us." He smiled and shook his head, leaning in to kiss you. When you didn't pull away, he connected your lips, moving his soft, slow, and hungry against yours, "No," he said as he pulled away for air, "don't worry about that." That was all the convincing you needed for now. You pressed your hand to his pecs, giving them a gentle squeeze as you groaned against his lips on yours. "Then fuck me, please," you begged, caving in to your most primal desires as the need to be filled overtook your every concern. "Fuck me better than you fucked her.” "Oh, fuck, baby," His eyebrows knit together as his mouth fell open in a primal groan, his strong hands each grabbing a thigh and bidding them to part as he moved between them. The tip of his cock brushed against your entrance, eliciting a sharp intake of breath from you. He took notice and seized his throbbing member, smacking it against your exposed clit before dragging it between your folds, watching your reaction through hooded eyes as you mewled needily beneath him. "You want me to fuck you better? I'll fuck you better, baby," he lined himself up, slipping into you with ease, but moving inch by inch, dragging out the delicious feeling of him positively filling you up as he pressed his lips, dressed in a smirk, to the shell of your ear, making you shiver as he whispered, "Anything for my bestie." "Fuck, 'Zuku," you cried, clenching around his thick cock, "s'so big." He groaned in reply, stilling his hips as he bottomed

out inside of you, allowing you to adjust, "Ssh, I know, but you can take it." You relaxed, feeling your walls stretch around him more easily as he began thrusting. All you could do was grasp at the sheets, fisting your grip into them as his cock began kissing your cervix, pulling the most sinful noises from yours lungs as well as his. "Zuku, oh fuck, 'Zuku!" you arched your back, eyes clenched tight as you braced yourself for your impending orgasm. Your expression spurred him on, hips snapping forward faster as he slipped his thumb over your clit, "You wanna cum for me? You can do it, pretty baby. Cum all over your best friend's fucking cock." Your eyes popped open, mouth hanging agape as you screamed a slew of curse words, your vision locked on Izuku. The sight was certainly one to see. Him, sweaty and vibrating on top of you, slamming his cock into your quivering hole, not so much as slowing to allow you to come down from your release. "Feel good?" He was breathless, but he never faltered as he continued to pound into your soaked pussy, both hands gripping the back of your thighs as he lifted them up, using his hold on them as leverage to bring his feet beneath himself, pressing your knees to your chest as he folded you into a mating press. "FUCK!" You whined helplessly, voicing pitching up as you cried out over and over again, screaming obscenities each time his massive cock assaulted the wall of your womb until you were falling apart all over again. He took mercy on you this time, dropping back to his knees as he slowed his pace, his cock still throbbing inside you as your velvet walls continued to suck him in. Your senses slowly returned as his lips met your chest, suckling on your breasts as his hands held your waist, holding your limp body in place as he moaned and took your nipple between his teeth. "'Zuku," you muttered weakly, chest heaving from the after effects of your second orgasm. "What, beautiful?" His lips crawled up to your neck, hands sliding down your sides to grab yours hips as he lazily rolled his against them. You'd already gone so far, what was one step further? You debated your next words, weighing the risk versus the reward. Debated for so long, that he pulled away and propped himself up to look at you, tucking your hair behind your ears as he spoke with a gentle tone. “What is it? Are you upset? I ca—,” he stilled his hips, moving to pull out of you as you caught his wrist. “No,” you rushed to reply, “no, not that. I just, I wanted to ask, have you ever..used any of your quirks in bed? Specifically..black whip?” "No," he narrowed his eyes, a devious smirk creeping across his freckled features as he resumed his thrusts, moving fast enough to make your tits bounce as he held up a palm and raised an eyebrow. "Is that what you want, to be tied up? Who knew my sweet little bestie liked it rough?" "Mm," you chewed your lip in anticipation, muffling the moans you swallowed as he impaled you. "I bet I can take a lot more than that fucking bitch could. Tie me up. Smack me around. Choke me with your hand or your cock, I don't care. She never let you do whatever you wanted, huh? But I fucking will." He shook his head in disbelief, eyes wide with surprise, hanging on every word pouring from your filthy mouth. "Do whatever the fuck you want to me," you panted beneath him, cupping your breasts as you tweaked your nipples, groaning louder as you met his thrusts with your hips. "Fuck me like you mean it. Ruin this tight little pussy with that big, fat fucking cock of yours until you forget about that fucking whore." You gasped as black tendrils surrounded you, binding your arms to your sides as he slipped out of you and flipped you suddenly on to your stomach. His cock pressed against your ass as he loomed over you, teeth scraping against the skin of your shoulder while he grabbed your hips and forced them up. He slipped his cock between your folds, diving in and setting a brutal pace as a hand closed around your neck, squeezing your windpipe while a gruff voice whispered in your ear.

"You're the best fucking friend I could ever ask for," his fingers tightened as your eyes rolled back, earning you a triumphant smirk from him. "Sure hope you don't regret this."

You sputtered, gasping for air as he released your airway, but he only gave you a moment to draw breath as he shoved your face down into the mattress.

"Your pussy feels so fucking good," he leaned back, digging his fingertips into the plush skin around your hips as he aimed to hit harder, deeper. He threw his head back, a strangled moan leaving his lungs. "If I'd known you were such a good whore, maybe I'd have fucked you sooner."

You laid there, feeling every inch of him slide into your overstimulated core as you were helpless to do anything about it. Face down, ass up, your clit being battered by the slap of his heavy balls each time he sheathed himself within you.

"This how you like it, huh?" He struck your ass, his cock growing impossibly harder as he watched your cheek turn red beneath his touch. He did it again, grunting in gratification as the shade of the mark deepened. "This what you wanted from me? For me to beat this slutty fuckin' ass of yours?"

"Yes, oh shit, 'Zuku," you scrambled to form your words before the ability to do so slipped away from you, "'Zuku, wait. Phone. G-grab your phone. Don't get my," you sighed, mewling anxiously beneath him as tears pricked your eyes, "just don't get my face, b-but get my tattoo."

You didn't have to say more. His eyes sparked with devious delight as he paused his motions, giving you only a moment of rest as he leaned over and snatched his phone from the nightstand.

"You're so fucking dirty," he opened his messages, finding their text thread and clicking the camera button, then he swiped over to video mode and pressed record as he resumed his actions, "I fucking love it."

He held the camera over where your bodies met, losing himself as he watched your pussy hug his cock, clinging to it, dripping all your juices around it as he moved in and out.

"Shit," he sighed breathlessly, picking up his pace as he groped your ass, spanking you again and groaning at the sight of your marked up as on the phone screen. "Say my fuckin' name."

"'Zuku," you moaned, slamming your hips against his with as much leverage as your could manage in your restrained state.

He cracked his hand across your cheek again, harder this time, "Louder."

"'Zuku! Oh, feels so fucking good when you fuck me, Daddy."

He didn't hesitate to click send.

"Fuck yes," he tossed the phone aside, seizing your hips with one hand and your clit with another as the black tendrils dissipated from around you. "Cum for me. Wanna cum with you, baby."

Your body had no choice but to heed his command. You buckled, legs turning to jelly as your walls spasmed, milking his cock as he shot hot spurts of seed inside you, watching intently as it formed a ring around his cock, still sliding inside you as he groaned and growled.

He collapsed beside you, shuddering as he let out a shaky breath when he pulled his cock from your leaking core.

"Fuck. Oh, fuck," he stared up at the ceiling for a moment, collecting himself while you did the same. "I can't believe we just did that."

"I can't either," You turned your head to the side to look at him. "You better not get all weird around me now."

He chuckled and reached out to you, pulling you into his chest, "I won't. Promise."

His phone chimed once. Then twice. Thrice. Four fucking times in succession. You popped up, stretching a hand out to grasp it from the edge of the bed before laying back beside him and swiping open the thread.

'Are you fucking kidding me?'

'Bet she can't even fuck you properly.'

'Enjoy your second-rate whore. Knew that bitch was trying to get at you.'

'Fucking disgusting prick. I never liked you anyway.'

He shook his head, laughing as he read the messages, "I really can't believe you suggested that, but boy am I glad you did. That felt good."

"She deserves worse, the fucking whore," you moved to set his phone aside, but paused when another text came through.

''Zuku, wait. Can't we talk about this? I fucked up, you fucked up. Let's try again? Please 🥺 let's talk about it..'

You scoffed, unable to contain your laughter as you showed him the message and he joined in with you.

"The nerve of this bi--," the ring of his cell cut you off and you exchanged glances, before you decided for him and answered, putting it on speakerphone.

"Hello?" You glanced at Izuku, who was holding his breath.

"Put him on." Her tone was venomous. He raised his eyebrows.

"Who?" You played dumb. "Oh, Zuku? No can do, sweetheart, he's too busy fucking your stench out of his sheets." His lips pressed tightly together as he stifled a laugh.

"Put. him. on."

"Put him in? Honey, he's already balls deep inside me. Why don't you try back later? If you're mouth isn't too full to talk."

You hung up and Izuku burst out laughing, chuckling as he pulled you back to his chest and pressed a kiss to your temple.

"Thank you for that," he sighed, his laughter trailing off as he closed his eyes, rubbing your back as he held you on top of him. "I needed all of it. Now, lemme take care of you, okay? I've never been that rough before, so I'm a little out of my depth, but would it help if I draw you a bath?"

"Only if you join me," you smiled sheepishly, feeling a bit silly for suddenly feeling bashful as if he wasn't rearranging your insides but a few minutes ago.

"Of course," he shrugged nonchalantly, "who else is gonna rub your back?"

"You mean you're gonna blow my back out and then massage it?" You shook your head, smiling as you propped your chin up on his chest, "I really hit the lotto on having you as my best friend."

"Nah," he stroked your cheek, smiling softly. "I did."

Want to start writing fan fiction but like- what if people don't like it? The little gremlins are clawing at my brain again-

Hey! Lemme boost this really quickly.

hi hi everyone!

i am sorry to be doing this, it's certainly weird as i've been writing since 2020 and never done any kind of commissions or things like this before but my financial situation is changing as my job is super insecure so i made a kofi!

i'll be adding it to my big writing posts, but if you've ever enjoyed my writing feel free to give it a little love. no pressure, don't spend whatcha can't afford.

kofi link

Ever read some smutty fanfiction and think you're wet but then it's just your period? Like damn- don't gotta do me like that-

I don't get on so social media much to just, share, but I guess thats what this is? Do you ever just, feel such an intense desire to be somewhere else? Some where different? Where you think everything will turn out better than where you are? That's super vague but like, I feel like I want a person that I can tell everything to. My deepest desires and fears and passions. Someone I can be completely selfish with. I want a best friend that would follow me to the ends of the Earth. I want that kind of bond with someone.

Reblog if you want to be stuffed by those fingers (and more) 😏

relationship dynamics w/ bakugo<3

<s/o who is always cold and bakugo who is always hot/3

<physical touch s/o and acts of service bakugo/3

<s/o who can’t remember what they did 5 minutes ago and bakugo who remembers literally everything/3

<competitive s/o and more competitive bakugo/3

<always talking s/o and an always listening bakugo/3

<extroverted introvert s/o and introverted extrovert bakugo/3

<stubborn s/o vs an equally stubborn bakugo/3

<s/o who can’t really sleep and tired bakugo who stays up with them regardless/3

<*prefers making desserts* s/o and *prefers cooking meals* bakugo/3

<overthinker s/o and bluntly/awkwardly reassuring bakugo/3

<s/o who loves physical affection and bakugo who likes it but isn’t used to it/3

<tired s/o and bakugo who lets them sleep on him/3

<struggling with schoolwork s/o and tutor! bakugo who “patiently” helps them/3

<excited to see bakugo s/o and bakugo who is just happy to see them smile/3

<easily distracted s/o and bakugo who helps them focus/3

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ahhh this was basically my first post. feel free to leave suggestions and any recommendations/asks!!

reblogs and likes are appreciated💌

summary: you and bakugo had just broken up, only for you to start receiving death threats. you and your friends try to solve the mystery, but only chaos and death follow your lead. when will the nightmare end?

genre: social media au, horror

rating: 18+ mature themes and death

status: ongoing

upload schedule: every tuesday and thursday at 2 p.m CST

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chapter 1 - the first letter

chapter 2 - first lead

chapter 3 - interrogation

chapter 4 - rumblies

chapter 5 - bad idea

chapter 6 - jealousy

chapter 7 - gone

chapter 8 -

chapter 9 -

chapter 10 -

fbi open up

bakugo katsuki x reader

amongst search histories and private youtube videos

part twenty-nine: it’s not very baby of you

masterlist // part twenty-eight // part thirty

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an: gonna take a short break to spend the holidays with my family, Merry Christmas to everyone! uploads will be back to the normal schedule after Christmas.

Freaky Friday

Request

Part Two

Pairing: Bakugou x reader, Izuku x reader

Word count: 5.6k

Warnings: daddy kink, impact play, degradation, oral, breeding kink, cheating (reader is unaware), dubcon (considering the deception)

A/n: This got away from me, lengthwise. Also, didn't know what to do about OFA, so I made a creative decision, jsyk. Enjoy!

A thick veil of smoke enveloped the top two heroes, enough to allow the villain that they were pursuing to slip out of their line of sight. A mysterious light flashed into the haze, branching out like lightning to surround them.

"Kacchan?" Midoriya held his, well, not exactly his hands, out in front of him when enough of the smoke had cleared.

They looked familiar, but at the same time, completely foreign. He didn't quite recognize his voice either.

"What?" Bakugou spat and immediately tensed. Why the fuck did he sound like that?

He snapped his head toward Deku, only to find that he wasn't looking at Deku at all. He was looking at himself.

"What the fuck?" he seethed and shook his head. They didn't have time for whatever bullshit this was. They had a job to do. "We'll figure this shit out later. Pull your head outta your ass and let's go get that son-of-a-bitch first."

"Right," Midoriya nodded, clenching his fist as he broke into a sprint.

He didn’t have to run far. Thankfully, by the time they’d caught sight of the criminal, their respective sidekicks had already restrained him.

"This a new one," a police officer chuckled, reading a report off of a tablet as his fellow officers loaded the defeated villain into the back of a patrol car. "He apparently has a body-switching quirk. Good thing no one was hit with it, because there's not much known about it."

"Ha, uh, what?" The blonde hero scratched the back of his neck, looking visibly nervous, while the green-haired pro rolled his eyes and folded his arms over his chest.

"Thanks for all the useful information, real fuckin' helpful." The normally bubbly expression of the freckled-face Deku was MIA, instead replaced by an unamused scowl as he clapped his hand on Dynamight's shoulder, digging his fingers in tight enough to make the man wince as he led him away from the scene.

"Kacchan!" He spoke in a hushed whisper, jerking his shoulder out of his grip. "What are we going to do? Shouldn't we tell someone about this?"

“For what? So they can tell us to go to the hospital where they can’t do jack shit about it?” He cocked an eyebrow, obviously annoyed at the suggestion. “You heard that idiot, they don’t know anything about this damn quirk. It’s been a long fuckin’ week and I’m not about to waste my time off being poked and prodded for no goddamn reason. I’m going home.”

He spun on his heel, extending his palms to blast himself away as a habit, before realizing that he couldn’t. His quirk was tied to his body; a body he didn’t have control of at the moment. An exasperated groan left his lips as he lifted his palm to his forehead.

“Right.” He took a wide stance, bending his knees as if to take off in a sprint, trying to activate One for All, but he couldn’t do that either.

“Kacchan, I, uh—,” Deku held up a hand, sending forward a tendril of black whip from the body that he currently occupied, looking down as if it would help him avoid the rage boiling up within Bakugou.

It came out as a nonsensical growl. An aggressive muttering of a string of curse words and unsavory phrases.

Silently, Midoriya thought to himself that a temporarily quirkless Kacchan was maybe a divine dose of karma, but he didn’t dare let that thought slip out.

“Can’t fuckin’ believe this. Fuckin’ bullshit dumbass quir—“ Bakugou began stomping off, but Midoriya was quick to follow.

“Wait! If I go home like this, Y/n’s gonna worry.”

He stopped and heaved a heavy sigh, “So?” His tone sounded indignant, but if he was being honest with himself, he hadn’t yet considered how you would react to the situation.

“I mean, maybe you should—I don’t know. Maybe you should just..pretend to be me? This might wear off by morning for all we know, right? She worries enough as is, I don’t want to give her more reason to.”

Bakugou spun around to look straight into his own face, something that made him uneasy enough to begin with and was only made worse by the pathetic expression painted on it.

"Fine," his jaw was set tight as he jabbed at Deku's borrowed chest, "But if you're gonna pretend to be me, don't make me look like such a pussy, got it? I'll run home and play house with your wife for you."

As the words left his lips, an idea blossomed in his brain. One that he, admittedly, shouldn't have jumped to so quickly, but he couldn't help himself. This was a once in a lifetime opportunity, right?

“You wouldn’t..do anything though, right? With her, I mean,” Midoriya asked, as if he could read the filthy thoughts flying through Bakugou's mind. "She, uh, she can be a bit," he paused, searching for the right word. "Insatiable, at times. But you'll tell her no if she tries to, you know. Won't you?"

"You think that telling me that she's insatiable in bed is a good deterrent?" He scoffed, "I'd say you're dumber than you look, but at the moment, you look as smart as I've ever seen you."

"Kacchan, I'm serious."

"All right," he flashed his palms in a reluctantly placating manner, "I won't fuck your wife. Scout's honor, okay?"

"Thank you," he sighed with relief.

"No promises if she offers me head though," he smirked as he pulled out his phone to call a car.

///

On the car ride home, more potential scenarios crossed his mind. Ones that were far less suggestive, but still felt just as forbidden.

You’d greet him when he got home, the same way he’d seen you greet Deku for so many years. The realization had his palms sweating and his stomach tightening with nerves that he hadn’t felt since college, since before Deku had scooped you up and made you his.

Knowing you were spoken for hadn't done anything to quell his feelings for you though. He could control himself, obviously. He knew that you were happy enough with Deku, though personally, he always thought that you could be happier with him. He'd never get between your marriage though. Despite their never-ending sense of rivalry, he could respect the sanctity of that.

If there was one silver lining to this inconvenient incident, at least he could pretend for one day that you were his. Even if he had to wear Deku's damn face to do it.

He fished an unfamiliar set of keys from his pocket, taking a deep breath before he swung the door open.

"Babe?" he heard your melodic voice before he saw you.

He could tell it was coming from down the hall, so he called out, following the source of the sound.

"Yeah, I'm home," he replied, slipping off his boots before carrying on down the long hallway, taking notice of the cracked door at the end.

"How was your day? I hope you're not too tired," you cooed, and Bakugou could just imagine the cute little pout your lips must be pursed into.

"Too tired for what, baby?" He came up to the door, pushing it open as he laid his eyes on the most glorious sight that he'd ever seen.

You were sitting on the plush bench at the foot of the bed, one leg crossed over the other. A lacy, black set of lingerie clinging to your frame as your gazed up at him with a smile that nearly knocked him right off of his feet.

All bets were off now.

"Whoa," he swallowed, drinking in your ethereal appearance.

"You're not too tired to help me take this off, are you?" You caught your lip between your teeth, standing and strolling straight up to tug on the fabric of his hero costume, guiding his lips towards yours until they crashed into one another.

His hands moved on their own accord, gravitating towards the supple flesh of your ass. Both hands giving it a firm squeeze as he pulled your hips against his, allowing you to feel the tent that he'd already pitched in his pants.

You tugged harder at his costume, whimpering with need as you walked backwards towards the bed.

“Need you so bad,” you mewled as spun the both of you around, pushing him gently until his legs hit the bench. “Can I suck your cock, pretty please? Wanna make you feel so good tonight, Daddy.”

“Oh, fuck,” his eyebrows knit together as he groaned and started working himself out of the material, never taking his eyes off your sweet, submissive face. “Such a good girl, aren’t you?”

“Just for you, Daddy,” the innocent smile that graced your features as you dropped to your knees in front of him sent a throbbing pulse straight to his cock.

He couldn’t remember the last time that he’d even been this hard. The way that you were looking up at him, your hands helping him peel away the layers that separated his cock from your warm, wet mouth, had him nearly feral before you’d even properly touched him.

“May I, Daddy? Please?” You batted your lashes, hovering your mouth just in front of his erect length, so that he could feel your warm breath fanning over it, sending an almost painful shiver up his spine.

“Fuck yes,” he breathed, pushing his hands into your hair as he kicked the costume off to the side.

You braced your hands on his thighs, taking the tip into your mouth to swirl your tongue around it, tasting the bit of precum that had beaded there.

He was briefly disappointed that he couldn’t see your lips wrapped around his actual cock, but proud to know that given the size of what Deku was working with, you might actually have trouble taking it if he were in the right body.

You wrapped one hand around his cock, while your lips slowly sank down his length. He inhaled sharply, all of his senses fading away as he focused on just how fucking good you were making him feel. He shut his eyes while his fingers tensed in your roots as he repressed the urge to shove his cock straight into your throat and fuck your cute little mouth until you were choking on his cum.

His jaw hung open as he groaned louder, studying your movements with intention as he responded to the way you were taking him in and out. Tongue swirling, cheeks hollowing as your hand gripped the base of his cock, your fingers curling underneath to massage his balls. Eyes locked with his, eagerly watching the pleasure flood his expression with each bob of your head, as if it fueled you to make him feel this good.

You looked as submissive and breedable as ever and it was driving him absolutely insane. He wanted to ruin you; he needed to. If this was going to be his only opportunity, he'd run with it and he wouldn't look back.

"Gonna let Daddy do what he wants with you tonight?" He brought a hand to your breast, palming it through the elegant lace that restrained it, coaxing your nipples to harden at his touch before he tugged at it.

"Yes, Daddy," you moaned needily as you came up for air, your chin glistening with spit as your hand continued to pump his length. "I'll do anything for you."

“Mmc’mere then, baby,” he seized your hand, bringing you to your feet, only to sit down on the bench and pull you between his parted legs. “Wanna play with that pretty little pussy of yours,” he slipped a hand between your thighs, rubbing circles against your folds.

You steadied yourself on his shoulders, your knees already shaking as he pulled your panties down, letting them pool around your ankles while he began teasing your clit. He slipped two fingers inside with ease, sighing at the glorious feeling of your slick walls pulsing around his digits.

“So fuckin’ wet, ready to take this cock already, aren’t cha’?” He smirked, snaking an arm around your hips, lifting you just enough to settle you on his lap, your heat hovering just above his swollen head as your knees pressed into the plush fabric and you shed your bra.

“Yes, Daddy,” you mewled, moaning in his ear as your hips bucked impatiently, “Please, give it to me, Daddy,” the whine that followed your words escalated into a cry as he gripped your hips, sinking you down onto his length.

A strangled growl left his throat as he guided your motions, watching your pussy drip around his cock as you bounced up and down with practiced ease. His lips found your breasts, attaching to one and swiping his tongue around your sensitive nipple as he closed his eyes.

Your soft tits in his face, the beautiful sound of your moans echoing around the bedroom, the velvety feel of your walls squeezing his cock. It was all so intense. He didn’t want this to be over too soon, but you were moving so quickly, relentlessly chasing your release, so he helped you get there, rubbing circles on your clit while his teeth gently tugged at your nipples, speaking sinful words to coax you over the precipice.

“You gonna cream on my cock, princess? Gonna show me what a good little whore you are?” He noticed the surprise on your face as the words left his lips.

Deku probably didn’t use those types of names in the bedroom, he supposed, but you didn’t seem to hate it. The way you clenched tighter around his cock made him think you probably fucking liked it, because of course you did, you were perfect. But now he wanted to know what else you liked.

He leaned back, shuffling his hips forward so you lost your leverage and he was the one completely in control, “Is that what you are, baby? Daddy’s good little slut?”

“Yes, Daddy!” You cried, grasping for something to cling onto and settling for raking your nails down his chest.

His hands gripped your ass as he thrusted upwards into you, picking up the pace as he gave a sharp smack to one cheek, “Want you to fuckin’ scream when you cum all over this dick. Tell everybody who the fuck is making you feel so goddamn good. Understand me?”

“Yes, oh fuck, yes!” Your voice broke as your vision whited out, ears buzzing as waves of intense pleasure washed over you. “‘Zuku!”

A pang hit his chest as he remembered himself. How he wasn’t himself right now. But the sting only lasted for a moment before it was overtaken by the euphoria that your spasming walls sent him into.

He grunted, his hips stuttering, “Shit, baby,” he muttered as he continued to fuck up into you, guiding you both through your release as you laid against his chest, his arms enveloping you.

You laid there for a beat afterwards, silently recovering your senses until you stirred on top of him to dismount and crawl into the bed, reaching out a hand and making a little grabbing motion, beckoning him to join you.

It was almost enough to give him whiplash, how fast you could go from sinfully seductive to adorably innocent. Who was he to refuse you?

He turned and crawled on all fours into the bed, marveling at your form as he climbed over you, caging you in as your fingertips trailed up his arms. The soft expression on your face inspiring butterflies to flutter about in the pit of his stomach.

How did this make him so nervous compared to what the two of you had just done? Why is this what got to him?

“I love you,” you spoke sweetly, kind eyes peering up at him as your hands came to rest behind his neck.

Fuck. He should’ve seen this coming, but it’d never really been part of any of his after sex routines. He was almost afraid, but he couldn’t admit that to himself.

Nor could he admit that he actually meant it when he whispered back, “I love you too.”

“What got into you tonight? I mean I know it’s been a while and I’ve been pretty pent up, but I didn’t realize you had that in you.” You pulled him in, kissing him gently as he laid down beside you, folding an arm over your waist, while he propped himself up on the other.

Been a while? How long? How did that damn nerd not fuck you every single day? How did he ever leave you alone?

“I, uh,” he shrugged, studying your face, trying to focus on the conversation instead of just how beautiful you looked this close up. “I’m not sure. Did you like it, though? I mean, are you all right? I didn’t spank you too hard or get too mean, did I?”

“No, no,” you smiled, putting an arm behind his head to play idly with the soft green curls on his scalp. “I really liked it, actually. Maybe we could try more of that sometime? I think I could handle more than what you did tonight.”

“I’m sure you could,” he voiced his thoughts out loud, chuckling quietly as a soft smirk lingered on his lips. “We can do whatever you wanna do, princess. Anything for you.”

“Princess, hmm? I think you’ve been spending too much time with Bakugou.” You giggle and for a second, he’s afraid he’s been found out.

“Oh, ha, yeah. Maybe I have. Sorry,” he pauses. What the fuck does he call you?? It’s some dumb shit, isn’t it? Ah, that’s right. “Puppy.” The word leaving his tongue is nearly enough to make him cringe.

“Princess is fine too,” you shrug, “I kinda like it.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” he studies your face, watching your eyes as they fixate on the tuft of hair that you keep toying with. It’s relaxing. The subtle, soothing shivers your actions send down his spine as the rhythm of your quiet breathing is the only sound left in the room.

He wishes he could lay here forever, but he doesn’t know when his time with you will be up. So he seizes another opportunity.

“Have I ever told you about the crush Ba--ah, Kacchan, had on you?”

Your eyes pull back to his, narrowing in intrigue, “No? He had a crush on me?”

“Yeah, all through college, I think.”

“No,” you shook your head, “I had no idea. I thought he hated me right up until we got married, actually.”

You laughed, but it broke his heart a little. Hated you? How could he?

“Why?” He reminded himself to watch his tone. That came off a little too defensive, but if you noticed, you didn’t comment.

“He was a bit of a jerk? Granted, that was more after we started dating, I guess. In hindsight, that would make sense. He’s never been one to handle his emotions well, huh?”

Another blow to the chest. He didn’t ever mean to treat you poorly at all. He was pissed that Deku had gotten to you before he found the nerve to, but he hadn’t meant to take that out on you.

“No,” he looked down, grinning lop-sidedly. “He hasn't.”

“You know, I actually had a crush on him too, as dumb as it sounds,” he snaps his eyes up to your face and you clarify, “Before we got together, of course.”

“Oh,” he nods, “Right. Yeah, no, it’s--I mean, we’re married. It’s fine, babe. You really had a crush on him though?”

“Yeah and I couldn’t tell you why,” you laugh. “Maybe it was my rebellious phase. I’m sure if I had brought him home, my mother would have lost her damn mind.”

“She probably would have,” he chuckled half-heartedly, swallowing the swords that he wanted to spew to find the words that Deku would use instead. “Well, I’m pretty happy with how things worked out.”

“Me too,” you grin, reaching a hand up to hold his jaw in your hand as you sit up, laying him on his back, so that you can hover over him. “Thank you for tonight. I know things have been a little distant between us, but I’m glad that you’re trying. I appreciate it, Izuku.”

Fuck. The sense of guilt that he’d been holding off was creeping back in. This was the dumbest fucking thing he’d ever done. It had to be. What could he do now? You were going to find out eventually, weren’t you? Surely, you’d mention this to Deku tomorrow. All of it.

He was thinking with his dick when he walked in, but now he was afraid of hurting you. Not just by revealing how he’d obviously betrayed your trust. Now that he thought about it, this was--definitely not okay? Fuck. Fuck, he’d fucked up. Because on top of that, now you think you’ve had some sort of breakthrough with your husband, who wouldn’t know what the fuck you were talking about whenever he got back into his own body?

He didn’t know what to do. He was panicking. He was blanking. He wasn’t thinking when he said, “I-I’m not Izuku.”

“What?” Your face went stark white as you scrambled away from him. He reached out to you, instinctively, wanting to soothe the hurt that he knew he’d helped cause. “Who the fuck are y--Bakugou?”

Gathering the sheets around you, you curled up on the far side of the bed, shrinking away from him as he puts his hands up.

“Yes,” he admitted. “I’m--I don’t even know what to fuckin’ say. I’m so sorry, Y/n.”

“What the fuck happened? Where’s my husband?” Tears were welling in your eyes as you held your hand out, activating your quirk to levitate a stack of heavy books from the bedside table.

“Hey, hey, hey! Look, I’d never hurt you and Deku’s fine!” He held his hands higher, “This was his dumb fuckin’ idea.”

You lowered the books, clutching both hands around the sheets as you looked at him skeptically, “What was his idea? What in the fuck happened?”

“We got hit by a body-switching quirk,” he sighs, lowering his hands. “They don’t know anything about it. Couldn’t tell us when it would wear off. His dumb ass insisted that I should just come here and pretend to be him, so that you wouldn’t worry. And my dumb ass took advantage of the situation. I was thinking with my dick and I know that’s no excuse, but I didn’t mean to--fuck, please, don’t cry, princess,” he looks at you regretfully, watching tears stream over your cheeks as you furiously wipe them away.

“You’re gonna think I’m a fucking idiot, but it’s not you I’m upset with,” you scoff. “What you did was fucked up.” You narrow your eyes briefly in his direction, “But I’m more upset that I think he used this as an excuse to avoid me.”

“What?” He asked incredulously. “Why the fuck would he want to avoid you? You guys always look so fuckin’ perfect together. Like you’re living on Cloud Nine all the damn time.”

You laugh, but it’s void of joy and full of bitterness, “Yeah, he’s a real good actor. Guess I am too.” You shake your head, looking away as you try to dry your eyes. “I love him. Fuck, do I love him. But lately, he hasn’t touched me. Hasn’t talked to me the way he used to. He still treats me fine and I’m sure it’s just because he’s so busy now that he’s finally just made it to Number One, but,” you shrug, “It hurts, you know? He used to act like that all the time. He’d dote on me hand and foot. I never asked him to or expected him to; he just did it. But now, it’s like it’s only for the cameras.”

A new wave of sobs wracks through you as you curl your knees into your chest, wrapping your arms around them as your bury your face, speaking through muffled cries, “I told myself that it might be like this when he got the news that he’d made it and that I should just give him so some space and time to adjust, maybe it’s just me being selfish, but I-I just feel like,” you sniffle, looking back up and to Bakugou, disguised as your husband. “Sometimes, I feel like he doesn’t want me anymore. He’s never said so and I like to think that he’s trying, but after feeling set aside for so many months, I just can’t help but wonder.”

His heart was bleeding now. Having been ripped open by your display of emotion. He still didn’t know what to say, but he could try. He had to, for you.

“He loves you,” he reaches out a hand tentatively, rubbing your arm gently when you don’t pull away and you lean into him. “He does. He just,” he pauses, thinking of the right words. “He gets too caught up sometimes. He’s done it before and he doesn’t mean to. His tunnel vision gets the best of him. I know everyone thinks the bastard’s flawless, but obviously you and I know better. He’s finally achieved this big dream of his and he’s lost focus on what really matters, but he’ll find it again.”

You nod, wiping away more tears with the sheets balled up in your hands as he continues, smiling apologetically, “This isn’t your fault. You shouldn’t feel guilty for expecting your husband to act like your fucking husband. Listen, if you want, I’ll knock some fuckin’ sense into him for ya, because he’s missing out right now.” He smiles as you let out a quiet laugh that actually has some sincerity to it. “You aren’t meant to be an afterthought. You’re not just a priority when it’s convenient enough for him. Tell that asshole to treat you like his wife before you’re someone else’s.”

“You make it sound so easy,” you swipe the last of your tears off your cheek, holding your knees to your chest as you look at him.

“It’s never easy telling someone how you feel. I know, ” he forces a smile. “But you gotta do it, for your own sake at least.”

“Surprisingly sage words coming from you,” you muse, staring into the white sheets pooled around your legs.

“Everyone has their moments,” he exhales, shifting himself over to the edge of the bed. “I also had a pretty low one tonight, so I’m gonna go.”

“Wait,” you call, shuffling over to him as you try to keep the sheet pulled over you.

He glances over his shoulder at you.

“Could you, uh, stay?” You ask sheepishly. “Again, I don’t exactly wanna condone what you did, but also, I could argue that you were just doing what Izuku asked you to. And I—don’t judge me for sounding so pathetic, but I wasn’t exaggerating about how touch-starved I am, so if you wouldn’t mind, maybe we co—,”

“I’ll stay,” he nods, looking down into your eyes. “You never need to give me a reason, princess.”

“Thank you,” you blush, looking down as you sit against the headboard. “Could you grab me a t-shirt and some panties? They’re both in those top two drawers over there.

You gesture toward the set of drawers along the wall and he nods and he stands, collecting the garments and tossing them onto the bed before turning around.

“Thank you,” you say again, climbing out of bed to quickly pull the clothing on. “You’re good. His, uh, his boxers are in the top of that one.”

You tilt your head toward another set of drawers, set beside the first and he retrieves a pair to slip into before climbing back into the bed, sitting beside you, entirely unsure of how to proceed.

“So, uh,” you break the uncomfortable silence, “you had a crush on me?”

He shakes his head, scoffing at his own stupidity, “Have,” he admits. “I still have a little crush on you, I guess.”

“I thought as much,” you nod, “I don’t want to make you uncomfortable or anything, so I understand if you wanna go.”

“I’m not fuckin’ leavin’ you tonight.” He states matter-of-factly. “I said I’d stay. You don’t need to spare my feelings, Princess. I’m fine, really.”

“Are you sure?” You scoot closer to him and he wraps his arm around you, pulling you into his chest told fold his other arm over you.

“I’m sure,” he confirms. “I’m just doin’ what Deku asked me to, right?”

He smirks and you laugh, relaxing into his embrace, “Yeah, I guess so.”

“You know, he actually told me pretty specifically not to sleep with you. Even if you tried.” He glanced down at you, “Said you were ‘insatiable’ sometimes.”

“Insatiable?” You scoff indignantly, “The last time we fucked was literally after the last Billboards. Pardon me for asking for the dick a little aggressively.”

“Are you fuckin’ kiddin’ me? That was 4 months ago.” He looked indignant for you.

“I know, I’ve counted.” You roll your eyes. “Probably just said so, because he knew I would try. You know how many sets of lingerie and stupid little outfits and toys I’ve bought trying to entice him? I sit on that stupid fuckin’ bench at least three times a week trying to get his attention.”

He pinched the bridge of his nose, his face contorted in frustration, “You fuckin’ what? Does he—does that asshole really not realize how lucky he is?”

“Well, it feels nice to hear you say that, at least.”

He holds you a little tighter, tracing idle shapes into your arm as he sinks you both further into the bed, so that you’re laying beside one another. You bring your thigh up to rest on top of his as your hand lays on his chest.

“It’s gonna work out,” he murmurs into your hair. “Even if I have to physically remove his head from his ass.”

“At this point, I might like to see that,” you giggle, nuzzling yourself into the crook of his head as he tucks you under his chin with a half smile.

A few moments of silence pass by before he finds the nerve to ask, “So you had a crush on me?”

You press your lips together, mindlessly tapping your fingertips on his chest, “I plead the fifth,” you whisper.

“I’ll remember that,” he chuckles, placing a soft kiss to your temple that makes your ears burn.

“So you, uhm, you don’t know when you’ll switch back? Like, if it’ll happen overnight or?”

“No,” he shakes his head, “Dumbasses at the scene said they didn’t have a clue how it worked. I guess no one’s seen anything like it before, so your guess is as good as mine. Why? Ya gonna miss me in the mornin’ if I’m gone?”

“I’m once again exercising my right to silence,” you laugh quietly.

“Well, I’ll sack up and say it,” he exhales a single chuckle, “I’ll miss you, princess.”

You felt guilty. This was obviously teetering on the line of inappropriate, but at the same time, it just felt so nice to be actively wanted by somebody. To be able to banter and curl up with someone at night who didn’t seem to want to let you go.

You didn’t want to think about it. The guilt or the whirlwind that had just torn through your evening. You just wanted to feel wanted as you drifted off to sleep.

“Goodnight, Katsuki,” you slipped your arm completely over his torso, pressing a single kiss to his collarbone.

He felt his heart stir at the use of his first name. You hadn’t ever used it to refer to him before, but he didn’t dare let himself read any further into that.

“Goodnight, Y/n.”

///

The next morning, he woke up to the sound of his own alarm clock and bolted upright, immediately looking beside him to find that he was the only one tucked into the black sheets that adorned his bed.

“Fuck,” he groaned, rubbing his face. “Alexa, shut the fuck up.”

The alarm ceased, but another sound poked at the thin veil of his early-morning patience. He felt around beneath the sheets to find his phone, seeing endless notifications of text messages, all from Deku.

It was inevitable, he’d figured that much already, but one message in particular caught his eye.

Deku: Have you seen Y/n this morning?

Now he was concerned. He furiously skimmed through the other messages.

Deku: She wasn’t home when I got up.

Deku: No note or anything. She was here last night right?

Deku: Kacchan answer your phone

Deku: I’m worried about her.

Deku: What the hell did you do? You didn’t sleep with her, did you?

Deku: Look, please don’t tell anyone, but we’ve been having a couple of issues lately. I don’t think she would leave without telling me though, even if she were upset.

A knock at the door tore his attention away. If that was Deku, honestly, he might not be able to refrain from punching him straight in the face. He bounded to the door, muttering about how fucking stupid this whole situation had gotten, before opening the door and being stunned into silence at your appearance.

You smiled seductively, looking him over as he stood in the doorframe, clad only in a pair of sweats that hung dangerously low on his hips, and untied the front of the wrap dress that you wore, flashing him the orange lingerie that was concealed underneath.

“Did you miss me?”

Part Two