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୨・┈﹕✦﹕ Kinktober Day 18﹕✦﹕┈・୧

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Bakugou Katsuki x f!reader -> Overstimulation

Warnings: Overstimulation, cunnilingus, squirting, Bakugou being a soft yet commanding dom, nipple-play, fingering, breeding. Let me know if I missed anything please? Thank you!

Summary: The perfect way to unwind after work with Katsuki is to share the solace of a perfect dinner, followed by a perfect fuck fest. :3

The recent days in the Bakugou household had been weird, you were busy and so was your husband. You had recently decided to step out of being a Pro hero. It was a big decision and you were thankful that Katsuki was there, understanding your emotions, understanding what you’re going through and soothing you with it all the way.

With the judgemental hero society and the fact that you’d never be able to come home one of these days— your dream of having a family, taking care of a family & being a mother, a wife, a partner. It was all fleeting away, your determination and priorities shifting from protecting the people of Japan to now, protecting the house. Even so, you can’t help but pout when Katsuki comes home at odd hours, it’s been a week or so that you two got to spend some time together. Katsuki was yearning! So were you, for the matter.

Katsuki (2:17 pm): Hey princess

You: (3:00 pm): Oh hey there Suki

Katsuki (3:01 pm): Coming home early today, missing you too bad. Gonna prepare dinner & wait for you.

The text made you beam with joy, fuck! You missed Katsuki’s cooking & Katsuki spoiling you. All he’s done is been your sugar daddy, you wanted— needed some quality time with him.

You (3:02 pm): OH OFCCC!!!!

The rest of the day went by in a haze, Bakugou’s bulls eye was to reach home on time, to spoil his wife. “Kiri handle the patrol for me will ya?” He mumbled, finishing the paperwork & the approvals with the signatures needed for the recent Ad campaigns his PR team has bagged him for.

“Ah man, gonna spoil Y/N?” Kiri smirked, “How cute, it’s been a while since all of us hung out together you know?” Kiri emphasised, which made Katsuki irritated. He just wanted to leave his agency premises right now. “Yeh, patrol. Don’t forget.” With that, he left. Katsuki has changed being a 27 year old Pro hero who is seasoned with the elixir of how to behave and also the self awareness of how to talk. The frequent outbursts weren’t there, however— the fire in his personality still blazed threateningly.

When Bakugou reached home, he was all set to prepare things for his lady love. Stove blazing, his culinary skills all out with every intention of showing off. He ordered your favorite flowers, loads of them— enough to magically decorate the house, your favorite scented candles & by the time you reached home. (Around 8), you were greeted with a different sight altogether.

“Oh my god!” You whined, while Bakugou opened the door and kissed your forehead. “Welcome home Princess, don’t want y’ to forget how amazing I am.” He winked, laced with his sassy, adoring signature grin as he guided you towards your shared bedroom.

“Go freshen up f’ me sweetheart. I’ve kept the dress I wan’ y’ to wear & want to see you in it kay?” You nodded blindingly, too enamoured by the preparations & the efforts Katsuki has done for you.

When you returned, the dinner was set properly, there were foods intermingled from Wasabi dipped sushi, Katsudon, some sweet mochi. Everything that you liked— or might like. The dinner was sweet, Bakugou let you unwind with some expensive roseé, listening to your babbling about what happened at work intently.

Before you knew it, you were being carried princess-style to the bedroom. Both you and Katsuki a little tipsy & you absolutely drowning in the warmth of his scent, in the comfort of his arms. “Let me unwrap my little present, yeah?” Bakugou hums, smiling tenderly and softly at you as he removes your dress off, leaving you in black lacey underwear.

“God damn, Princess.” he mused, licking his lip. “You look so fuckin’ gorgeous I feel like I’d lose my fuckin’ mind.” He smirks, leaning in and taking your panties off, gawking at your soaked pussy & your throbbing clit.

“Were thinking about being loved as much as me thinking about lovin’ you?” Katsuki hummed, not waiting for an answer and leaning in against your inviting folds, a soft groan escaping his parted lips, the moment he wrapped his lips around your needy clit. Thighs spread apart, and your legs falling over his shoulders. “You sound so cute moanin’ for me like that.” Katsuki smirks, gnawing at your clit and licking it over to soothe the irritation.

You were deliciously close to the edge, mouth agape, hands pulling at his hair closer & pussy clamping all up and all for him.

“Shit- mmgh- Katsuki, gonna—”

“Cum for me Princess, let me fuckin’ taste that sloppy cunt.” Your man daunted, the reverberations in his voice pushing you off the edge immediately. “Shit- hng.” Your body spasmed around his tongue, creaming all over him, meanwhile— Katsuki didn’t want to stop. It’s been a while since he’s away from his girl, he wants you, bad.

Your pleasure laced moans turned into gasps and whines, when your overstimulated clit found itself against Katsuki’s relentless thumb, “Give me another, yeah?” he croons, however it makes you feel that you don’t have any option but to— which is exactly what Katsuki wanted.

Leaning in and licking up your juices one last time, his thick, and long fingers found their way to your pussy. “Gonna make you squirt this time.” Katsuki smirked, leaning in and kissing your pelvis as two of his fingers nestled against your folds, curling upwards & against your G-spot.

A lewd moan escapes you when your body registers the pleasure on your clit and your G-spot at the same time.

“Oh my god—” You croak, clamping once again after Katsuki found the perfect rhythm to play with your sloppy pussy. He loved watching you whine and whimper when he goes on at your cunt until you cry.

“Gonna cum again sweetheart?” Katsuki cooed, watching your face contort with pleasure & smirking along. “Yes she will, yes she will.” he hums when he finds you speechless, drowning in pleasure with no escape.

Another, harsh and unforgiving orgasm rakes through you, and as promised, your body ended up complying to Katsuki, you ended up squirting your essence all over, screaming at the shattering waves of pleasure.

“Yeah, yeah baby, just like that.” Katsuki rode out your orgasm, not stopping when he finally unzipped himself, thrusting his cock balls deep in your twitching cunt. “Argh- fuck, so snug & tight.” He lewdly comments, not giving you any time to adjust and railing onto your sweet pussy. “Going to cum for me again, mhm?” He smirked, watching you try to push him away when his thumb finds it’s way back to your clit.

“Awh, don’t be a bad girl Princess.” He chided you gently, leaning in and swallowing your nipple, suckling on it and thrusting deep inside you. Tears glossed into your eyes at the threatening pleasure intermingled deliciously with the pain of overstimulation. The pain of feeling your senses on fire.

“Shit- I- I feel like- m’ close.” You gritted your teeth when Katsuki pulled the hood of your nerves, rubbing onto your now exposed bundle & watching you whine & squirm away to no avail.

“Go on, let your pussy massage daddy’s cock until he cums.” Katsuki leaned in, kissing you passionately and eating away all your moans when you finally, tipped off the edge again. Your overworked pussy spasming around him, clamping around him until ropes of his warm seed fill you up.

“Fuck- good- fuckin’ girl.” Katsuki groaned, stilling inside you, eyes softening when his senses complain to him about how far you’re gone. “Let it go Princess, gonna take care of you now. Leave it to me, yeah? Leave it to your Katsuki.”

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Day 16 of Kinktober 2022

Summary: he's always been obsessed with your tits.

Props to my beta reader for today @sasualblxd - thank you for your amazing help!

556 words.

Kirishima Eijirou was a "tits over ass any day" kind of man. It seemed as if every ten seconds had him reaching up your shirt to manhandle one of his stressballs.

"They're just so... Squishy... -a-and soft-"

That's exactly what your boyfriend said when you asked why he was so enamoured with them. Once deep, scarlet hues are now reduced to a thin ring around wide pupils, and past swollen lips lie sharp teeth that you find yourself wanting embedded into your breasts.

You love his obsession with your breasts. You're proud of your body, the self love that you'd been teaching yourself rearing it's head and finding a way to the light. Although, Eijirou, the sweetheart that he is, just loves your breasts because they're yours.

He lays behind you on the couch while the TV plays a movie that neither of you are really paying all that much attention to. The light illuminates you both, setting the mood in the otherwise dark room, while Kirishima fondles your breast absent mindedly. He's just doing it for fun - just because it's there, really, but that doesn't explain the sudden twitch you feel at your lower back.

Oh.

"Hey babe, what's up?...

"I want-... I- I want-.… To fuck them..."

Sorry, what?

Surely he doesn't mean...

"You wanna fuck who, now?"

He just snorts and mumbles into the back of your neck, giving you goosebumps as you feel his chest rumble against your back.

"No, silly... I wanna fuck your tits..."

Huh. Well at least you're not stunned and confused anymore. Now your just stunned. The idea seems fun, and the thought does bring a familiar heat between your thighs. You just wonder what's brought this on.

In reality, he's always fantasized about fucking your tits. It's the very image that gets him off when you're not there to help him, but he's finally got the confidence to ask for it now.

"... Alright. I don't see why not~"

He's almost cries at the relief of not being rejected immediately, rolling on top of you before you can say anything against it. Suddenly, your chest is met with cold air as you're stripped of your shirt, your bare breasts being massaged and pushed together.

He just loves to squeeze and play with them, though he wastes no time unzipping his fly and pushing down his pants. His cock, already at full mast, is an angry red at the tip, leaking precum all over his hand while he moans and shivers, staring at your tits like a man hypnotised.

You slowly push your tits together for him, giving him a teasing smirk as he practically drools, too aroused to be his usual, gentlemanly self. In seconds, he's kneeling over you with a hungry look in his eyes, pressing his cock between the little valley between your breasts, groaning at the contact. Pleasure shoots up his spine as his head is flung back, his eyes tearing up and his hips rutting shakily.

Each time the little head peaks out from the top of your breasts you reward it with a lick, and he practically falls apart exactly like you wanted him to. He's never came so quickly in his life, but you don't mind even as your face and chest is smeared in his spend.

He almost faints.

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What about Overstimulation for Izuku

"pl-please, puppy, plea-" this is the third time you're stroking his cock after he first came. your boyfriend is a sight for sore eyes, deku the number one pro hero underneath you, teary eyed and wobbly lipped. "ffu-uck please," he whimpers, bucking his hips up to meet your hand halfway.

you giggle at the sight, "please what 'zuku? thought you wanted me to stop? thought it was too much? please what?" he whines so prettily for you in response. you rub your thighs together turned on and trying to give yourself stimulation.

you lean down and place a soft kiss on his stomach, making him thrust more. you hold him down with your hand that is currently unoccupied to stop him thrusting. you know that he could easily move if he really wanted, he is strong enough but he did as you wanted. "you can give me one more right 'zuku?" he nods his head furiously, you quicken your movements and he comes with a low groan. some of his cum lands on his stomach and chest while the majority landed on your hand. you lick your fingers clean and the rest of him before licking a line along his cock. he whines at the stimulation and you grin wickedly. "one more, yeah?"

hopefully you like this <3 i'm not sure if you wanted a dom reader or dom izuku but i went with a dom reader because i thought it would be fun. i've never written a dom reader before either. hopefully it's good <3

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I Heard Something Outside!| Friday The 13th

Starring: Izuku Midoriya x POC Fem 

Warnings: Exhibitionism ft. Established relationship, Oral (F!Receiving), a shit ton of praise, uses of ‘pretty girl’, good girl’, needy girl’, ‘desperate’, ‘naughty’, ‘baby’, ‘sweetheart’, ‘daddy’, voyeurism, noncon watching at first, semi public & unprotected s3x, Izuku = soft dom here, squirting. 18+, Minors DNI. 

Summary: You swear there’s something outside the tent you share with your boyfriend!

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The flap to the tent unzipping is the first noise that you register, the high pitched buzzes of the talking cicadas are next. The fire burning outside briefly illuminates your face as your boyfriend ducks inside. 

Immediately you put your arms up, making grabbing gestures towards him with your eyes still closed. He hums, laying on your chest and snuggling his face into you while you wrap your arms around his head. 

“I didn’t mean to wake you, baby.” Izuku mumbles, nuzzling his face against your breasts. 

You throw your leg over his large back and sigh, pressing him closer to you, “I missed you anyways,” his hands start to rub at your sides. Large, calloused hands sneakily bunching his oversized shirt farther up your skin to expose your legs, hips, and lower sides.  

“I missed you too.” He presses his lips to a clothed nipple and you giggle, “I can feel it”. His large length is pressing against your leg, nice and hard for you. 

“The boys finally left,” he starts whilst pushing the shirt above your stomach, “Denki and Hanta are smoking and I think Ejirou and Katsuki might be at the lake.” 

His hot mouth is against your belly now, pressing soft kisses into your skin even grazing his teeth every now and again as he continues downward. 

“How much time do you think we have, Zuzu?” He is sucking at the flesh below your belly button, large hand tugging your underwear down before he answers. “Enough time for me to taste you and bury my cock inside.” 

You two haven’t had any alone time all day and it seems you’re not the only one feeling the withdrawals. You wonder if his friends' constant teasing adds to this. You never knew that they teased him like they did about you, making snarky remarks like could he even handle such a sexy woman like yourself. If you two even do anything sexual or if you’re the top. 

All kinds of assumptions you never thought they would have of your baby who takes any chance he gets to bury his fingers, tongue, and cock inside you. Your baby who knows how to give until you’re crying. 

“How bad do you want it?” He asks as he thumbs at your puffy clit, sucking purple marks into your inner thighs until you’re clenching his hair. 

“Need it ‘Zu.” You mumble, spreading your legs wider to coax his tongue closer. 

“My needy baby.” He coos, kissing your clit which makes your back arch off of the sleeping bag on the tent floor. He inhales deeply before diving in, his large hands are fixed firmly on the backs of your thighs. They’re in his favorite spot because with ease he can spread you open for his tongue. 

You moan when he starts from just above your ass, licking straight up until he gets to your clit where he encloses his hot lips around the perked nub. He is sucking hard while flicking his tongue quickly which makes you squirm, legs closing around his head.  

“Already, baby? C'mon let me in.” He coos against your pussy lips, giving the entirety of your core kisses before pushing your legs further back. 

“I’m so turned on, fuck!” You mumble and he hums, circling his tongue around your entrance. He knows just how much you love doing sexual activities in new places. Your senses are probably in overdrive right now being in the middle of the woods. 

Oh and they are. This is why through the blankets of pleasure and raunchy slurping, you hear a twig snap. You freeze, “Izuku, I heard something.” You whine and he groans into your mound, tongue not stopping his onslaught. 

“Please baby c-check.” You moan and he hums slowly detaching his lips from your cunny. He sits up, face pink and jaw wet, before unzipping some of the tent flap. The rush of air that pushes inside attempts to eat at your overheated bodies. 

He pops his head out and looks over the campgrounds that you all set up this morning. Three tents and a bunch of chairs are still around the burning fire that you all made when it started getting dark. He squints just past that to the trees that enclose that campgrounds to make sure an animal or his friends aren’t approaching. Your small foot tickling his ear makes his attention revert back to you, “anything out there?”

“No baby, c’mere.” He doesn’t bother closing the flap up, opting to allow air inside for you two. Instead, he ducks low again, pulling you further down towards his mouth. 

“You barely even looked!,” you giggle which turns into a low moan when he is licking through your folds again. The noise you heard is lost on you, but the four men are more than pissing themselves, having almost just been caught. 

Katsuki sends a death glare at Eijiro who stepped on the twig while the other men punch his arm slightly. Quickly though, everyone’s attention is back on the tent. Your actions are displayed through shadowy silhouettes made by the light in your tent. However, their breaths hitch now that they can see a little slice into your world through the unzipped flap. 

Your cute legs are pressed to your body as he slurps and licks with pressure that has your eyes squeezed shut. You tug on Izuku's hair hard enough that he winces, groaning as he bucks his hips, “ ‘m gonna cum if you keep doing that!”

“Yea? You like when I eat you out in the woods? That’s so naughty, baby.” He states, pushing a finger inside your spongy pussy and you’re melting. He wastes no time attacking your g spot and all you can do is nod, ears burning as you prop yourself up on your elbows. 

“Give me a good one, sweetheart, so you can take this cock.” He knows your body all too well, knows just how hard to push his finger against your squishy button to have you seizing. 

Your head lolls back as you feel your orgasm approaching, but Izuku captures it in his hand, keeping you upright so that you’re facing him. The men can hear his lewd encouragements laced with your pants:

“Just like that, cling to my finger just like that.”  

“Fuck, you’re doing great!” 

Then you’re moaning so loudly that all the men's eyes are widening, watching you come all over their friends' fingers. 

Minutes later he is towering over you, swooping to press kisses laced with your slick that he sucked off his fingers to your glowing skin before prompting you to lift your arms up. The men hold their breath when your breasts spill from your shirt, making it harder for them to look away. 

Izuku’s shirt follows fast, pushing his shorts and underwear just below his cock which is twitching with precum. They all hold back a groan when you grab your legs for him, holding them open as he aligns himself with a grin. Praises follow, “good girl, gonna fuck you so good.” 

“Oh my-” You have to bite your lip to shut yourself up because you're too loud. You can never get used to how good Izuku stretches you out. How good he fills you up.  

“Let me fucking hear you.” You’re no stranger to the sweet man’s demands, but the four men are shocked. Especially when he grabs your hips and digs his cock deeper into you, forcing a cry from your mouth. 

He chuckles as if he isn’t stretching your pussy out beyond belief, “there’s your beautiful voice!” 

His thrusts are more desperate than they normally would be in the beginning, fast and deep as he plunges through your velvety walls. His face is flushed and his green tufts are starting to get wet as he loses himself in your soaked pussy. You’re a wet mess, he can literally part you in half with ease and he loves. 

“Zuzu,” you whine and to the men outside it sounds like you’re close, but what do they know about you? Izuku knows that whine, that sexy little perverted whine. 

He bites his lip looking down at you , “you want more don’t you, baby.” You’re nodding vigorously. 

“Yes I want you deeper, baby. I need it.” 

He halts, capturing your lips in a sloppy kiss that has you heaving when he departs, “so desperate.” 

He has you flipped over in an instant, so quick to give you what you want. A large hand lands on your hip, squeezing as he takes his cock in hand. You’re still panting from his meticulous manhandling when he pushes that fat mushroom tip into you that has you gasping. 

His other hand lands on your hip and he snaps his hips forward, hard, sending you forward. Your body subconsciously tries to escape the brutal smashing of his fat cock into your cervix. Your hips move forward as he is preparing to thrust back in and he snickers. “C’mere. Why’re you running?” 

He places a hand on your back and you freeze, knowing what’s to come. He’s rough when he presses you down into the ground, he knows you like it like that, pushing his cock deep into you. 

“This is what you wanted right?” You mewl out a feeble ‘yes’ as he kisses the back of sweaty neck, but brings a large hand down against your ass. You yelp out a mantra of ‘yes’s much louder than before. 

Precum spills from his cock and he groans, nodding, “show me then.” 

As if you two have rehearsed this, you perch up on all fours and start to shakily thrust your ass into him. You look back at him, watching as he throws his head back. His pink tongue swipes across his lips as he lets out an accomplished groan. It gives you the encouragement and strength you need to push into him more, sending his cock against your g spot.  

“It’s sooo deep!” Your voice is low and hoarse as you spear yourself on his erect cock. He’s starting to unravel, groping your tits and kissing and biting your shoulder. 

“Fuck, faster sweetheart, FASTER.” He starts to match your thrusts. It sounds like it could be painful the way your thunderous ass comes into contact with the flesh of his pelvis. If not for the shlick sounds omitting from between your legs. The four men can hear it clear as day, you're soaked. 

“Like this daddy?” You seek his approval desperately, launching your ass against him just so he can catch it with his own rough thrusts. It’s impressive how well he handles you, the way he stays upright and calculated against the onslaught of your round cheeks. 

A stuttered whine leaves your mouth as your body freezes, “zukuuuuu! I heard it again!” Your senses are too good for your own sake, the men think as they look at Denki. 

“G-go check?” It comes off unsure like you don’t fully want him to leave. 

He chuckles, not slowly his hips, “but you’re so warm,” You clench around him in response, “you’re so safe right now.” He murmurs against your skin. 

You're keening against him, “ahhh, fuck, thank you daddy!” He places a hand on your shoulder, starting to push against your gspot. You're moaning loudly, spreading your legs more so he can dig even deeper as if he can come out of your mouth. 

Once again the noise is lost on you, but this time Izuku did hear it. Another skill of Izuku’s besides pussy obliterating is his ability to multitask. He never misses a beat, continuing to stuff you and earn moans and sloshes as he eyes outside the flap. 

He can see them now— the four men frozen just beyond the campgrounds, almost obscured by trees and bushes. His hot chest is against your sweaty back in an instant, his lips pressing against your ear. 

Teeth and spit against your ear make you shiver, “ ‘m sorry baby I think the boys are watching out there.” You don’t stop taking his cock in fact you slope your back more. 

“Wanna keep going if you do.” You throw him a doe eyed glance like you’ll follow him to the end of the burning world. It makes his balls twitch as he nods, hoisting you upright which makes you squeal. 

Now you’re both upright on your knees, the men have a full view of your curvaceous body being fucked into. He is a groaning mess now, grunting and slamming into your pussy like a madman. Your breasts bounce sporadically and he places a large hand on the little pouch of your stomach to keep you from running. 

“Fuck, so rough. Izuku!” You whine, but he hushes you with a snap of his hips, cock directed towards you spongy spot and you’re reeling. 

He’s all over you. His arms wrapped so tight around you that you two are basically glued together. His lips kiss and nip at your ear before he shoves his tongue inside like he would when he’s between your legs. All the while his cock never stops grinding against every nook and cranny of your pussy, smashing your squishy spot over and over again. 

“Whose is it?” He asks, knowing it’ll push you right over. 

You’re wailing, “it’s all yours Izuku! Oh god!” 

You’re trembling, eyes glued shut as you start to fall into your orgasm. Expletives leave his mouth as he struggles to pull out of you when you're literally suffocating his cock.Normally he would leave his length inside of you, but this time he pulls out making you whine. Until you feel the pads off his fingers rubbing your clit in tight, fast circles. 

Your eyes fly open and you choke on a moan, clamping your hand to his wrist in an attempt to halt his actions. It’s futile and only lasts mere seconds when he pushes you into a squirting orgasm. 

Tears prick your eyes as you let out a sob, ruining the sleeping bag beneath you with the rush of warm liquid that splatters on your boyfriend too. They’re gasping, they can hear your release as it hits the sleeping bag. If they want a show, then he’ll give them one, he thinks as he pushes his cock back inside you.  

“I’m too sensitive! Izuku!!” You’re a hiccuping mess, “want me to cum outside then?” 

Your head falls against his shoulder, conceding your body to him. “No” You shake your head, tears getting ready to fall, “Don’t spill a drop outside my pussy.” 

He groans, he’s eyes screwing shut as he thanks you, “That’s it, oh fuck, I knew you wanted daddy’s cum.” 

“---can’t even think straight.” You’re crying. He knows how to make you cry so good, wet cheeks as a sign of pure pleasure. Every hair on your body up as he continues to pump and pump and pump. 

You know he is close when his blunt nails dig into your hips, “Here! Here, gonna give it to you so deep!”

And he does. Your body clenches around him like you’re designed for nothing more than to be stuffed with his seed. You don’t know who groans louder, you or him, when he crams every last drop inside of you. 

His head falls into the crook of your neck, hot breath fanning your damp skin, “I’m going to take you camping more often, pretty girl.”  

A broken giggle leaves your mouth along with his chuckle before he pulls out. You huff completely spent as you watch him pull up his underwear and shorts before he starts helping you come down from your high and into his shirt. 

“Let’s go wash off in the lake.” 

He makes sure to carry you bridal style with the promise of more aftercare, kissing your skin as he explains that you don’t need your panties. 

The next morning the men are silent. Not one joke about Izuku’s ability and it has you two rolling. 

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Care: Katsuki Bakugou

Kinktober Day 5

Warnings: This content is intended for those ages 18 years and older. If you are a minor, please do not interact.

Contains: Housewife activities. Unhealthy relationship dynamics. Somnophilia (sort of). Body worship. Oral sex. Lots of feelings.

Author's Note: All characters are portrayed to be adults because I am an old fuck. :)

You were his sidekick. 

At least, that’s what you’d started out as. You were a lowly sidekick to one of Japan’s greatest heroes. You didn’t help much, your quirk being one of the mind, rather than one of great strength. Initially you just helped out in other ways, such as helping to strategize or filling out paperwork that was necessary for being a Pro Hero. 

Dynamight was Japan’s Number Two Hero, and he never let anyone forget it. He was always on top of his game, from the time he set foot into the agency in the wee hours of the morning, until he left late at night.

You knew, though, that he was exhausted. 

You spent enough time with him that you could tell. You could see it in his eyes, and you could tell that it was all he could do sometimes to keep himself upright, let alone being one of the strongest heroes in the entire world. So you took on more for him. You’d make sure he was fed and hydrated. You’d scold him for staying in the office too late. You’d make sure that, if you couldn’t be fighting alongside him, you’d do everything in your power to make sure that he was the best hero that he could be. 

And then one day he kissed you. 

The rest is history.

Now, you’d stopped working as his assistant. You’d moved in with him half a decade ago, and you had gotten married. You’d even popped out a kid, little Kisara. You were the best wife that Bakugou could have asked for. And on the days when he could barely stand, when he came home tired enough to sleep for days, you were the person he longed for the most.

Tonight was one of those nights. 

You were waiting for him to come home, your daughter bathed and had been sleeping for a couple of hours now. Sitting on the couch, you heard a key rustle in the door. You jumped to your feet, and you met him at the door. Bakugou’s face was still scrunched in that scowl that he always wore. You could see the light flickering behind them, and when he made eye contact with you, his scowl turned into a sigh, his entire body nearly collapsing under the weight of his exhaustion, the weight of his position in the world. 

There was a sort of darkness under his eyes, a weight on his shoulders. You couldn’t help but notice the way he almost forgot he was home as he trudged into the room as dutifully as ever. It wasn’t until he heard the door click behind him that his shoulders slumped and he sighed. He was silent as you untied his boots, as you pulled off his gauntlets. You looked up at Bakugou’s weary face, and you brushed your thumb over his cheek. He closed his eyes and sighed into your touch. 

He was sticky, his whole body covered in sweat and debris, no doubt from his latest villain chase. “Come on,” you beckoned, taking his hand and leading him down the hall and into the bathroom. You turned on the hot water and let the room steam up while you collected a towel and some sweats for him. When he finally got out of the shower, he met you in the kitchen. You were sitting at the table, with a bowl of food in front of you and in front of the chair that he always liked to sit in. 

Bakugou slowly and gently sat in that chair before he took a bite of his dinner. The room was silent, bite after bite. You were both nearly done eating when he paused and looked down at the table.“Don’t say it,” he said in between bites, his eyebrows too tired to lift for a facial expression.

“Okay,” you responded. “I won’t.” You knew what he was talking about. Everyone around him was telling him to take it easy, take a vacation, take some time off. The agency obviously knew that he was burnt out. They saw him every single day. He hadn’t truly had an entire day off for nearly six months. Bakugou needed it. You knew it. He knew it. Your daughter knew it. But he didn’t want to be told one more time that he needed a break. To him, it meant he looked tired, slow, incapable. How was he supposed to get better? How was he supposed to get stronger or smarter if he took time off?

So you wouldn’t say it. “I’m proud of you,” you decided to say instead, propping your head on the table with your elbow. “You work very hard, and I am grateful for everything you do for me and our family.” You got up and put both of your bowls in the sink. You leaned down to Bakugou’s face and cupped his cheek in your hand. He closed his eyes and sighed into your touch. “But I would love you, even if you didn’t,” you admitted, gently kissing his cheek. You stood back up and offered him your hand. When he took it, you slowly and gently led him down the hall and to your shared bedroom.

Bakugou practically fell into bed when you got there. On his belly, he looked away from you. He had to look away from you when he asked, because he couldn’t see your face when he said what he wanted to say. He couldn’t see the judgment in your eyes, or the relief, whichever would be the outcome. “Will you do me a favor?” he asked. “Can you call the agency? Someone on-call will answer. Tell them I’m not going in tomorrow.”

“Really?” you asked. 

“Yeah,” he said. “It’s long overdue.”

So you did. You called the agency, and a lovely security guard at the front desk answered. You had met him a few times, so he knew who you were immediately by the sound of your voice, also the fact that “Mrs. Dynamight” was your label on all the company phones. You told him that Bakugou needed some time off, and that it was going to at least be the day. The security guard agreed that he needed the break, and that he would make sure people knew only to call if it was a dire emergency.

When you laid back down in bed with him, he was drifting off to sleep. But Bakugou pulled you into his grasp and nestled his head into your chest. “Thank you…” he muttered before he drifted off to sleep for several hours of peaceful rest. 

Well, it wasn’t quite “several hours.”

Bakugou was awake before sunrise, just as he always was when his alarm went off. He longed to go back to sleep, but he just couldn’t. He was so used to just getting up and going about his day. How was he just supposed to lay back down and go to sleep?

Katsuki sat propped up on his elbow, staring at you for several minutes as you slept. You were on your back, facing towards him. God, you were beautiful. Even like this, when you were snoring and drooling, you were perfect. He sat and remembered how patient you had always been, how thoughtful and caring. You always knew what he needed. How was he ever supposed to repay you for everything that you did? You kept him fed. You made sure he got rest. You reassured him when things were bad. You did the most difficult parts of his job for him, and you made it easy for him to admit that he needs help, even if it was just from you.

You were perfect. And he was going to make it up to you.

He started with his hands. You were wearing nothing but some shorts and a spaghetti strap tank top. His rough hand, as callused as always, rested on your face, caressing your cheek. Thank you, he thought. Bakugou’s hand wandered down to your neck, grazing over your pulse, steady under his touch. You didn’t stir. You were probably taking advantage of the severe lack of alarm going off right now. 

Soon, his hands were on your belly, and his kisses were against your ear, your neck. You breathed deeply as you stirred from your sleep. “Kats?” you asked. “You okay?”

“Mhm,” he answered. “Thank you.” He continued his trail of kisses down your neck to your collarbone and your shoulders. The shoulders that carried everything he couldn’t. The weight of being a parent. His attitude, at times. His lack of compassion for himself and others. It had to be heavy. His kisses lingered there, suckling and nibbling on the flesh that was there. 

They traveled lower to your chest, his lips just above your heart. The heart that loved him as he was, the one that beat for him, just as his heart beat for yours. He was grateful that it was still there, after so much neglect from him. 

You couldn’t help but smile and tangle your fingers in his hair. Bakugou looked up at your face in the dark. You looked so serene as he poured his love over you. 

And truthfully, this was the most at-peace you had felt in the six months since Bakugou had taken a day off. He worked so much you barely saw him. And when he came home at night to your love and affection, he barely said two words to you. He was so exhausted that he couldn’t truly function as a full person. And you knew how hard he worked to make the city safe, not just for you and Kisara, but for everybody. He texted you lots throughout the day to check in, and you never had any doubt that he loved you. But god, you missed him, and you always secretly hoped that someday he would come home and realize how much he missed you too. 

And he did miss you. All the time, constantly, every second of every day. But Bakugou felt so much pressure from everyone, from the time he was born, and even now that he was an adult. He had to be great. He never once stopped to think that being great also included being a good husband and father, too.

So now, he kissed you lower, his lips pressing to your belly. The belly that carried his daughter for nine months. The one that tasted all the dinners he made you at the beginning of your relationship. The one that would carry whatever other children you wanted to have in the future. It was soft and strong and perfect, just like the rest of you. 

Then he got to the soft elastic waistband of your shorts. “Can I?” he asked, his thumbs gently caressing your hips. 

“Mhm,” you answered. Katsuki was being so soft, so careful. You weren’t sure you had seen him this soft since three years ago, when little Kisara was born. How could you say no?

So you lifted your hips enough for him to pull your shorts and underwear off, discarding them onto the floor next to the bed. You sat up to pull off your tank top too, before laying back down underneath him. Bakugou’s eyes glazed over as he stared blissfully at your perfect body. “I can’t believe you’re mine,” he uttered as he got closer to your body again. 

His kisses began again, now on your hips and your thighs. These legs ran around all day taking care of everyone and everything, including him. And of course, you were happy to do those things for him. You loved him, and he loved you. But he knew your legs had to be exhausted. They needed love and attention, Bakugou decided. He kissed every inch of your thighs, massaging them lightly as you closed your eyes in a mixture of bliss and anticipation. 

And then there was your sex. It was perfectly designed for him, Bakugou thought. He caught your scent, and he remembered how addictive your pussy was. He remembered the way he used to lay between your legs for hours at the beginning of your relationship, when things were still new and you were fucking like rabbits every night for several months. Katsuki ran a finger between all your folds and over your clit, watching to see what made you twitch the most. 

“I love you, Y/N,” he said before he gently licked between your pussy lips. You raised your hips into this mouth, and you let out an elongated sigh. God, his tongue felt good. You hadn’t been spoiled like this in a long time. You laid there, stunned as he attached his mouth to your clit. 

Katsuki’s tongue explored your folds and played in your slick, taking in every ounce of taste and smell that he possibly could. He wanted to be addicted to you again. He wanted you to feel how addicted he was. He wanted you. That was all. Just you. 

His tongue danced in your pussy, flickering over your clit and making your back arch for him. Bakugou’s rough hands glided over your legs and your hips, his arms wrapped around your thighs to pull himself closer into you. Your hands tangled in his hair and tugged, just hard enough for him to feel. Your sighs stayed quiet, your worst nightmare being waking up your daughter from sex. 

Katsuki pulled his tongue away, and he opted to rub your pussy with his hands for a minute. He just wanted to look at you. He just wanted to help you relax, just like you always helped him. Selfish, he thought. It might have been selfish to want to just watch as you squirmed and arched for him. But he did anyway, doing his best to make you feel as good as possible with his fingers. 

“Katsuki~” you moaned for him, “please, I need your tongue.”

“Mm,” he hummed in response before reattaching himself to your pussy. The way you gasped and sighed in that moment was addictive. Bakugou wished he could rewind and hear it for the first time all over again. He played in your pussy with his tongue to find your most sensitive spots. You were perfect. You were perfect, and you were somehow his. How did he go this long without making you feel this special. 

You gripped the sheets next to you on the bed, getting closer and closer to that high that you were so desperately wanting right now. The feelings were too much. All at once, you felt all of the love you’d been missing, all the joy you had been craving for the past several months.

It was almost like he could see the desperation in your eyes, the way your hand frantically gripped the sheets as you headed toward the edge of your orgasm. As if he was reading your mind, Bakugou reached up and tenderly grabbed your hand as he made contact with the most sensitive pieces of you. 

With your free hand, your fingers tangled in his hair and tugged again, inching closer and closer to the orgasm you’d been slowly approaching. You were perfect. You needed this. Bakugou knew it now, and he was becoming addicted to the thought of you squirming for him, your cum gushing into his mouth. 

And just as he was thinking those thoughts, you tumbled over the edge into orgasmic bliss, your climax washing over your body like it hadn’t in months. You were tired. You were needy. You were his. 

You couldn’t help but let out an extended moan as you tugged on his hair and pushed your pussy into his face involuntarily. 

Katsuki got up and laid on top of you, propping himself up with his hands. He pressed kisses over your face, starting with your forehead. They were tender, loving, something you hadn’t noticed from him in months. Of course, you were happy to take care of him and your little family. You just needed some proof that it was worth it. “I’m sorry,” Bakugou said as he laid down next to you and wrapped you in a firm hug. “I’m sorry I’m not here more.”

“It’s okay,” you answered, nestling yourself into his muscular figure. 

Bakugou shook his head. “It’s not,” he admitted, pulling the blankets back up over your shoulders. “You deserve better. You take such good care of me, of our baby. I’m gonna be better.”

You couldn’t help but smile at the notion. The thought of your husband being home, of being a family again, was almost too much. 

You fell back to sleep hoping that you weren’t dreaming. 

This work was written by Abigail "Billie" Rothenberger. Please do not copy this work on Tumblr or any other platform.

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[adminbryantsaki]

Tarragon

Alpha! Shouta x Omega! reader Winter Rut.

(I do not own My Hero Academia or the characters within. Anything associated with that fandom belongs to Horikoshi Kohei. This story belongs to my 2023 Spice-tober collection. I hope you enjoy. If this story isn’t your cup of tea, blend of spices, or brew of coffee move on. Reader discretion is advised.)

TW: Omegaverse shenanigans, sex scene.

WC: 844

You were wrapped up in a fluffy blanket front of a window in your log cabin, watching the snow fall outside, with a fire crackling away in the fireplace. You had your face pressed up against the glass as you could smell the cold, crisp scent of the snow outside. Your head turned to the front door when it opened, showing that your Alpha had returned home from a grocery trip. You ran over and gave him a hug before he could even take his shoes off.

“Missed me, didn’t you?” He asked as he hugged you and guided you out of the entry way so he could close the door and begin putting the groceries away with your help. As you put the bread and eggs away into the fridge, he checked the crock pot that he had prepared that morning with some white and red onions on the bottom, sliced up chicken that was previously frozen, a whole head of cabbage that had been chopped up, along with granulated garlic, paprika, bay leaf and tarragon that made the cabin smell amazing. He stirred the contents in the crockpot before putting some rice he bought from the store that day into the rice cooker along with some water and setting the machine to cook while he arranged the freezer for the new packages of meat that he purchased earlier in the day.

 You sat in your chair and rested your head on the table as you watched your Alpha finish putting the groceries away and plating what he made for dinner. He walked over, setting plates of food in front of you and him, sitting down to finally eat. The two of you enjoyed the meal as you talked about your day.

 Once the meal had been eaten, Shouta set the dishes in the sink to soak before he picked you up from your chair and carried you to his den in the living room where he laid you down on the thick, warm blanket and kissed you gently. You nuzzled into his neck and you could smell the scent of pine trees after a heavy rainstorm and hot coffee coming from his neck and filling your nostrils, making your brain go fuzzy with the underlying pheromones coming from his rut scent. “Alpha’s in rut. Do you need help?” “Would I have you in my den if I wanted to take this rut on alone? Of course I’d love to have your help.” He told you and kissed your neck, gently dragging his teeth along your sensitive flesh as it was exposed to slight draft of cold air. You gasped and gripped onto his shirt as a shiver was sent down your spine.

“I-I’ll help you. Just get me warm. Your den has a draft and I don’t like it.” You told him. He kissed you and fixed the wall of his den to not let any cold air in before he went back to leaving several bite marks all over your neck and shoulders. He worked his way down, easing you out of your blanket, letting you wrap your limbs around his torso, burying your face into his neck as he slid your sweatpants off along with your underwear, and he pushed them away from where you were laying. He looked back at you and kissed you gently, supporting himself up on his arms and sliding his erection into you and making quick work of thrusting in and out of you at a rapid pace, making you moan into his neck and grip onto his shirt as he rutted into you. You could smell the faint scent of the tarragon from the dinner on his skin which helped you relax more and let him thrust deeper into you, growling deeply into your ear. You came long before he did, making him smirk and keep thrusting into you until he released deep into your womb along with you cumming for a second time.

He waited a few minutes before he kissed you deeply and pulled out of you, laying next to you, and watching you come down from your high at your own pace. He pulled you close to his chest and you snuggled right into him. “You’re warm, Alpha.” You told him and he smiled. You looked out a window in his den at the snow falling outside calmly and in a peaceful manner with the fireplace crackling in the background. You felt your eyelids grow heavy and Shouta encouraged you to fall asleep as you were safe in his arms. You did so and he fell asleep soon after you did.

The End.

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[toji-bunny-girl]

𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐃 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 !!

The night is cold and crisp against your skin as you follow the mysterious trail up a hill covered with thick–trunk trees that seemed to be carved with faces. Bats and crows stared at your every move as you continued walking, their eyes glowed in the dark, unblinking and silent, preying on your every move.

When the trees finally cleared, an abandoned mansion came into your view. Curious, you enter the building with the wooden floor creaking beneath your steps…

𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐔𝐍𝐍𝐘’𝐒 𝐇𝐀𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 . . . !

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WATCH YOUR STEPS—

the contents below will contain dark and mature materials, you have been warned. readers below the age of 17 are not allowed to interact. all works belong to the respective writers, do not steal or repost anything that does not belong to you. reader is set to be a female.

OUR MAIN ATTRACTIONS—

The Witch’s Lair . . .

♱ MORE THE MARRIER— jock!itadori yuuji x reader x best friend!fushiguro megumi

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♱ GIVE ME A PURPOSE— nanami kento x curse spirit!reader

The Mad Man’s Cell . . .

♱ SLASHER— serial killer!midoriya izuku x reader

♱ WRIST, THIGH AND NECK— vampire!todoroki shoto x reader

♱ HAPPY DEATH DAY— college au!bakugou katsuki x reader

let’s see if you get to walk out alive…

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[fuwushiguro]

𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟐 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

(All works will involve f!reader)

Mari (@tomurasprincess​) and I have decided to collaborate on Kinktober this year, splitting the days between us! We're treating this Kinktober like a movie theatre. Each fic we write will fall under different horror genres! Fics will be posted in no particular order, so keep your eyes peeled for upcoming screenings!

p.s. everything will be tagged accordingly, please be mindful when reading the content as you are responsible for your own safety, if there’s something that may trigger you do not read it. also all screenings only admit 18+ consumers.

𝐍𝐀𝐆𝐀 | Toji Fushiguro | Mari

𝐎𝐕𝐈𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 | Mahito | Mari

𝐀/𝐁/𝐎 | ? | Mari

𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐂𝐋𝐄𝐒 | Tomura Shigaraki | Mari

𝐌𝐀𝐂𝐑𝐎/𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐑𝐎 | Draken | Luxe

𝐀𝐏𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐈𝐀𝐂 | Toge Inumaki | Mari

𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐋 𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐑 | Rin & Ran Haitani | Luxe

𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 | Tomura Shigaraki | Luxe

𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐔𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 | Satoru Gojo & Kento Nanami | Mari

𝐒𝐀𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐆𝐄 | Tomura Shigaraki | Mari

𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐀𝐋 𝐒𝐄𝐗 | Draken | Luxe

𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐔𝐒 | Ejiro Kirishima | Mari

𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊 𝐌𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐄 | Kento Nanami | Mari

𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐗 | Twice | Luxe

𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐁𝐔𝐋𝐆𝐄 | Mikey | Luxe

𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐀𝐆𝐄 | Satoru Gojo | Mari

𝐊𝐍𝐈𝐅𝐄𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘 | Dabi | Luxe

𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑/𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐘 | Haruchiyo Sanzu | Luxe

𝐇𝐔𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 | Toji F. Satoru G. Kento N. | Luxe

𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒𝐓 | Toji Fushiguro & Megumi Fushiguro | Mari

𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐀 | Ryomen Sukuna & Yuuji Itadori | Luxe

𝐌𝐈𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐑 𝐒𝐄𝐗 | Zeke Yeager | Luxe

𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐌 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐃𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐄 | Tetta Kisaki | Luxe

𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐔𝐁𝐔𝐒 | Dabi & Shoto Todoroki | Mari

𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 | Hawks | Luxe

𝐆𝐔𝐍𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘 | Shuuji Hanma | Luxe

𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 | Toji Fushiguro & Megumi Fushiguro | Luxe

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[suguru-getos]

୨・┈﹕✦﹕ Kinktober Day 27﹕✦﹕┈・୧

-> Event Masterlist

Yandere Hawks x F!Reader -> Ruts

Warnings: Dub!con, filthy dirty talk 😭, prone!bone, dóggy!, squirting, nicknames -> Baby bird, love bird, mentions of breed!ng, cumflation, plugging, overstimulation. Yandere tendencies, threats, wings as a source of threat, kidnapping. Let me know if I missed anything.

Summary: How you latched yourself as Hawks’ little thing after being just an avid fan, now caged and loved (in his own ways) and mated to. <3

You hate the crumbling feeling on your stomach that comes with Keigo's presence, your heart aches, your sanity gets crumpled under his dominant, ruthless gaze that hides oh-so-well behind his suffocating love. Keigo knew the moment he saw you for the first time, sparing your time at a coffee shop in the evening, the same shop he sometimes likes to visit. The coffee there is immaculate, not the 'gutter like' canned coffees he drinks for the hell of it. You were just as enamoured by the rest of the fans, gazing at him, some are nervously asking for his autograph, some of them are asking for selfies. Yet, nothing phases Hawks. It's as if he's made for this. Made to show everyone why he's the Number Two hero. You could almost swear it gave you strength and guts to ask yourself, so you get up from your place, walking towards him with that unhinged confidence, mingled with a hint of nervousness because of just how much you adored him as you urged him for a selfie. Mostly, Hawks takes respectful selfies with women, distancing himself just enough not to look probing, yet close enough to look friendly. Yet, she selfie you clicked with him didn't turn out to look so planned, so thought out. It almost seemed like Hawks wanted the momento you carried to have an imprinting significance.

Then, it was as if fate was responsible for what comes next, or that's something stupid you'd leave your old self to believe. Hawks saved you from harassing villains, taking you home couped up in his lap. Why wouldn't you ask him to come inside, why wouldn't you offer him a drink?

Now you're just a kidnapped nobody, your family thinks you're dead, your friends think you're dead, Keigo made sure of that. You see- he could easily date you, but patience is not something he harbours so perfectly. He could earn your love, by being the doting boyfriend, by being everything you'd ever want.

Then again, he can do that once he has the surety of you being couped up in his house. That's exactly what he did.

"Come on Baby bird, I am trying to be nice." He coos softly, watching you scream and cry and beg, it breaks his heart why don't you understand.

"Maybe I can write my name on your hand?" He holds up his feather blade, it's half threat, half unhinged devotion. "Promise you won't feel a thing!"

"Hey I got you, your absolute favourite food lovebird, come here." He croons, urging you against your will to settle in his lap as he feeds you.

He is tolerant, even tempered, hopelessly funny until you piss him off. You know better than to piss him off after being with him for a few months now. You can't even recognize him when that happens, rageful daunting echoing through the walls as his flowy feathers encircle your body like a threat, Hawks is a threat. You mustn't forget that.

He thinks sex can solve it all, what more than to make love to his mate, to get intimate and make you take his ridged member in your hole over and over until it slides in without your squirms and moans. He can tie you up if you do though, no disturbances please-

You haven't seen the real, gruesome, cruel self of Hawks yet. You will soon, his rut is approaching. The symptoms are clear to him, and weirdly to you as well. He has discussed this several times during the 'aftercare' of you. "You know, there are certain times when.." his thumb rubbing your palm soothingly, "When the avian side of me becomes dominant…" He says it so softly you'd almost feel it's harmless.

Not right now though, when it's actually impending and happening.

"Baby bird, did you fucking put your clothes in laundry?" Keigo yelled from the washroom, the restroom's echo making him sound even more terrific than he usually is. You visibly flinch like a dried leaf, shuddering, "Sorry- Kei I- uhm, sorry they were dirty." You don't know the reason of this outburst, you'd rather not find out.

You give yourself strength to drag your defiant feet towards the rest room, finding him pathetically curled up on the left-over set of your used clothes. He looks almost cute if it weren't for his intentions.

"God I- I want you so fucking bad." He almost whimpers, soon turning into an aggressive growl.

"On the fucking bed, all fours." You shake up at the sudden order, were you being punished for something like this? Keigo's crazy but he's not this- off his clock. "Why? What- what did I do wrong?" You bite your lip, one feeble attempt to want to know what you're up against.

Hawks sighs, his expressive wings faltering as he took two steps towards you, wanting to lessen the distance. You wanted to run so bad, the instinct in you screaming to run, yet the panic in you freezing you up.

"Nothing, pretty girl. Told you I got my rut approaching, didn't I?" Hawks is slightly tender, though from the way he's straining himself to be polite, you know not for long. "On the bed. All. Fours." He gripped your face with a single hand, puckering your lips and leaning in, forcing a painful whimper with the way he kisses you roughly.

"Good girl." He parts away, the string of saliva parting like a thread of fate.

You don't want to make this hard on yourself, so you walk towards the shared master bedroom, it's designed in colours which are neutral, yet suit perfectly to the Hawks palette. As his fan, or ex-fan, rather, you always thought of how his aesthetic would be, and it perfectly matches your imaginations.

To please him a little more, you take off your clothes, arching your back up perfectly to let him see your pre-abused cunt, sitting perfectly down your tightened asshole. You bury your head on the mattress, letting it be cushioned in the fluffy pillows.

An audible hiss escapes Hawks, he can't fucking control the lewd desires that tear him apart when he marvels at your body. "These next few days, would be tough, Angel." Keigo warns, and before your brain could register, or formulate a response, You feel Keigo spitting onto your cunt, the dribble of the liquid making you throb, moistening your walls as his fingers pinched at your clit. A small whimper escapes you when you find your sensitive bundle of nerves under his mercy. "Aw, little slut loves a little pain with it." Keigo snickers under his breath, spanking the fat of your ass hard, one single hit shoving you into the mattress more, though the hold on your clit forbids you to. It feels like a clamp being pulled, you're left with nothing more than a scream as a response.

"Oh good girl, sing for me." Hawks hums, spreading your ass cheeks and watching your now relieved clit twitch, along with your walls. "This pussy begging for me?" He warns, and you nodded as if there's no other answer you can give him.

"Going to fill you up, breed my little mate until she can't take it anymore. Give you so many loads your pussy can't have any other option but to give me a little Keigo, or a little Y/N." He groans to himself, taking his hardened cock out, shoving it deep into your walls, in one swift go. You can cum as many times as you want really, because normally, Keigo's stamina covers up for it, this time- worse. He's rutting like an animal, achy, needy, all for you.

"Then- you know what I'll do?" Hawks breathes out, gritting his teeth as you scream in pain, laced with the perfect amount of pleasure.

"Then, I'll plug this pretty pussy up, none of my cum can escape. Then when I want to, I'd unplug and fill you up again. Little cum jar." He laughs, "My pathetic little cum dump, aren't you?"

Hawks is filthy, absolutely unhinged and filthy with the way dirty talk laced with degradation spouts out from him.

You nodded, hating the way your body betrays you at his words, the way your cunt clamps onto him in a silent affirmation.

"Good (thrust) girl (thrust), gonna (thrust) fill'ya (thrust) up."

Your moans and whimpers echo throughout the shared bedroom, it feels almost sinful, the way his dick kisses your cervix, brushing against your G-spot and making you dance around the waves of pleasure. "So fuckin' tight even though I fuck your pussy up almost err'day." Keigo leans his head back, praising you as he rails onto you, one to two thrusts every second, hands gripping your waist with a bruising grip so you can't possibly run away. "Atta girl" He loves how your moans break into a jerk with the way he's thrusting. Loving the way your petite body tries to clamp up around him, loving the way you try to keep up.

"Aw she's clenching, yeah? Go on, massage my cock and cum. NOW." Keigo commands, an order which would come intertwined with punishments if you don't listen. You croak out, as you orgasm, the constant poking of your G-Spot makes you remember the familiar sensation when you squirted last time, it's so embarrassing, how you gush out at the roughness, and you find yourself doing exactly that. "Aw yes baby, yeah baby," Keigo encouraged, riding out your high as he thrusted his own load, deep into you, still continuing, the same pace, no break.

"Ngh- Ah- please- no. You- I can't." You can feel yourself squeeze down, pathetically so as another orgasm builds to betray your words.

"No no no, where'dya think you're doing Baby bird?" Keigo chuckles, laughing at your feeble attempt to run away, loving how your legs give out.

"Hmm? Want Prone bone? Oof, nasty little song bird." Keigo commented, adjusting your legs, using your tiredness to his advantage as his pelvis slaps your ass with the aggressive way his cock thrusts into you. It's akin to an actual spanking, and you tip off the edge of your delicious orgasm once more. Gritting teeth at the overpowering waves of pleasure. "Gah- can't-"

Your whimpers are paid no heed, another sticky load from Keigo creaming inside you. "That's two, got a lot more in me." Keigo warns, while you feel dizzy at the shaking way your body is being used.

He stops a little though, wanting to give you just a few more minutes before you can start giving him orgasms again, his beautiful little cock massager.

Keigo loves it, how giving you a break makes you slightly reset to be used again.

"Say you love me." He croons, almost sounding like a hurt child, though you know that persona would quickly change.

"I love you." He makes you say it so many times your own definition of the term 'love' is slightly going hazy, not accustomed to your own terms and blurring out with his.

"Gonna make you turn on your back now Little one." Keigo coos, watching you tenderly and moving again.

Oh it was going to be a long night for Hawks' mate. You only hope you'd be able to bear him on you, just as he hopes of you loving him as much as he does.

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[not-your-fucking-kacchan]

♡︎𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐚 𝐀𝐢𝐳𝐚𝐰𝐚♡︎

Day 20 of Kinktober 2022

Summary: he's woken up with a delightful surprise.

Props to my beta reader for today @sasualblxd - thank you for your amazing help, ily!

348 words.

It's not the first time you've woken up before Shouta. It's also not the first time you've woken up horny and in need of his touch. But this is the first time you've acted on it.

He's joked before about you waking him up with a blowjob, but he's never pressured you for it, but that makes it all the more enticing.

You've been thinking on it for the past half hour while he sleeps peacefully beside you. He's consented, and you know for sure he would be delighted to wake up to this, so why not?

He's already half naked from a long night of fucking, but somehow you're still not satisfied, and you find yourself licking at his flaccid cock which you had slipped out of the confines of his boxer briefs.

Your hot, wet tongue trails up to his head and sucks there, and you pay no mind to the taste of him because thankfully, and contrary to popular belief, your husband does actually take pride in his hygiene.

Every shift of his body is monitored by your watchful eye as you wait for him to awaken, but even as his hips start to rock forward, his eyes still remain scruched shut and his body lax.

Slowly, you part from him, watching with a delighted smirk as his dick twitches, mourning the loss of your warmth, the head a desperate red.

Your pussy clenches around nothing as you manoeuvre on top of him, lowering yourself down and guiding yourself onto his waiting cock, and just like that, Shouta is woken by the intense warmth engulfing him whole and the weight on top of him.

An unhinged groan forces itself past his throat as he tilts his head back, hands instinctively shooting to caress the smooth, squishy skin of your hips. His rough fingers prod at your inner thighs, stroking along the wetness that rolls down to meet his pelvis, and he sighs contentedly at your excitement all while he thumbs your stretch marks to show them every bit of love they deserve.

"Good morning, baby~"

© 2022 not-your-fucking-kacchan

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[uravitypng]

Idk if this is the requests, it’s my first time requesting!! If it isn’t I’m so sorry 🙏🙏 Can I request Izuku getting all hot and bothered while making out w/ the reader?

it's still october so i'm still accepting requests<3 (and this is where you make them)

you and izuku have been dating for a month now and you're going steady. you haven't slept together yet and haven't done anything other than making out, both of you are ready for more but haven't told each other yet but tonight izuku's finding it hard to keep his hands from wandering.

midoriya's gently holding your face with his callus palm and holding the nape of your neck in his other hand. your lips are locked in a passionate kiss and it's making izuku feel heady as he feels your soft lips pressed against his and your sweet perfume clouding his senses. when he moves his tongue against yours his cheeks become red as he hears you whimper. izuku wills himself not to get hard but it's so hard with his pretty girlfriend pushed up against him.

izuku pulls you onto his lap, unable to keep his hands off you. his arms wrap around your waist and your arms are wrapped around his neck. you feel him hard underneath you and your cheeks heat up. his kissing starts to get sloppier, desperate for you. his arms get tighter around your waist as you hold on tighter to the collar of his shirt. you have a feeling you're in for a long night

#bnha x reader smut #(it's more suggestive but its a kinktober request so y'know) <3 #bnha kinktober #bnha smut #mha x reader smut #mha smut #mha kinktober #♡ izuku #deku smut #deku x reader smut #bnha deku smut #izuku midoriya smut #midoriya smut #♡ mine / writing #♡ kinktober #kinktober 2023 #izuku midoriya x reader smut #midoriya x reader smut

[wwwcapricorncom]

Kinktober 2023

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ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ Beloved horror classics are turned into lustful tales. For 18+ only & all characters aged up!

『 October 6th 』- ‘I Heard Something Outside!' | Friday The 13th —with Izuku Midoriya

Warning: Exhibitionism ft. Established relationship, Oral (F!Receiving), a shit ton of praise, daddy kink, voyeurism, noncon watching at first, public & unprotected s3x, Izuku = soft dom here, squirting.

『 TBD 』- “Sorry… I Just Wanted To Hear You Scream!”: Ghostface Series Part 1 —with ??

Warnings: Corruption kink ft. Mask kink, fear kink??, fingering, vibrator use, edge play, a lot of degradation, orgasm denial, choking, spitting, dacryphilia, public/ rough s3x.

『TBD 』- ‘What About The Campers?!’| Friday The 13th—with Eijirou Kirishima

Warning: Size kink ft.  ⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎... ⋙

『 TBD 』- “Are You Alone In The House?”: Ghostface Series Part 2– with ???

Warnings: Voyeurism ft. Mask kink, exhibitionism, oral fixation, oral (M& F! Receiving), degradation, praise, marking, slapping, manhandling, partial public/ rough s3x.

『 TBD 』: “If You Hang Up On Me I’m Gonna Gut You Like A Fish” : Ghostface Series Part 3– with ??

Warnings: Mutual masturbation ft. ⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎... ⋙

『 TBD 』: ‘He’s Inside My Dreams!’| Nightmare On Elm Street— with Katsuki Bakugou

Warning: Hate s3x ft. Wet dreams, ⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎... ⋙

『 TBD 』: “Sorry About Your Boyfriend. All Those Muscles Didn’t Help Much!”: Ghostface Series Part 4 (Final)— with ??

Warnings: ⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎... ⋙

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I’m back 🎃. This is a very tentative schedule that is subject to change and constant updating so please bare with me!

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ Previous Kinktober

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[billiethepumpkin]

All Mine: Shoto Todoroki

Kinktober Day 1

Warnings: Rated X. This content is intended for audiences age 18 years and older. If you are a minor, do not interact.

Contains: Possessive boyfriend. Groping. Hickeys. Biting. Marking. Voyeurism (sorta). Oral sex (receiving). Vaginal sex.

Author's Note: All characters are written to be aged up to 18 years or older because I am an old fuck :)

“Damn, you really got lucky with her.”

Seven words. That was it. Seven words stuck in Shoto’s head on his way home to you. He and his colleague had been in the car on the way to the airport. He’d been sent away on a mission. He was the muscle, the other guy was supposed to be the brains, although that concept seemed laughable to him now. He’d been looking at his phone, apparently stalking Shoto’s social media. He turned his phone to reveal a photo of you and Todoroki at an event you’d gone to together last year. Shoto really couldn’t blame this other hero, of course. In that picture, you had been wearing a dark gray dress that hugged your body just right, sexy but still classy. You’d looked stunning, although Shoto was fairly sure you looked stunning waking up from a four hour nap. 

“Damn, you really got lucky with her,” this man had the audacity to say to Shoto after they had just completed their mission. “What I wouldn’t give to have something like that on my arm.”

Did he just call you a “that?” What could he possibly have meant by that? Shoto continued not to say anything, as if staying quiet would somehow make the other guy disappear. He had to ride all the way back to the agency with this guy. Shoto now wished his hero uniform was equipped with earbuds. He hadn’t thought to get them out of his bag before he got in the car. So Shoto just pulled out his own phone and scrolled through his own social media posts. All he could think about, though, was you.

You belonged to him, he reassured himself. That picture, in the silver dress, the one with the slit that went almost to your hip, the one with the too-low neckline, the one that made you irresistible to him and everyone else at that party. That picture was the version of you that everyone else got. Shoto got to see you in your pajamas, with your hair sticking straight up when you first woke up in the morning. He got to see you wrapped in a towel or in a robe when you’re fresh out of the shower. He got to watch you get dressed in the morning. You were his.

And by the time he actually got home early the next morning, he was aching to see you, to touch you, to make sure you were actually his. More than four weeks apart. Actually, it was thirty two days, but who was counting? 

He was.

It was early. You were making yourself breakfast. Although, when you heard the door knob shift with keys in the lock, you dropped everything. You didn’t close the bag of cereal, you just ran to your boyfriend in the other room. “Shoto!” you cheered, throwing your arms around his neck and hugging him tightly. He relished your body pressed up against his, wrapping his arms around your waist and breathing in the fresh scent of your conditioner, your hair still damp from your morning shower. 

“I missed you,” he said into your neck. He pulled away, and you held his face, caressing it with your thumb as you looked up at him. 

“I missed you, too,” you agreed before reaching to press a sweet, prolonged kiss on his lips. His kiss, in return, was languid. He must be tired, you thought

Shoto was tired. He hadn’t slept very much on the plane, and that idiot was droning on about different women most of the ride back. But truthfully, it took everything Shoto had to restrain himself from sitting on the couch with you in his lap and taking you then and there. 

You felt Shoto’s warm hands spread across your back, pressing you into his body even further. You sighed into the kiss, whimpering as his hands started to wander lower. The lock clicked behind Shoto. Now you were, truthfully, alone. 

With one smooth movement, Shoto flipped your positions, and he pressed your back against the door to the apartment. His hands tugged at your hips, and then, when you were pressed up against him so closely, was when you realized how needy he was. His hardness pressed into your lower belly, and you felt something of your own shift below the waist. Your breathing now labored, you ground your hips into his. His strong hands grabbed your wrists and pinned them above your head. Shoto’s heterochromatic eyes stared into yours, something darkening within him as he asked, “Who do you belong to?”

You felt something darkening behind your own expression, and it took you a few seconds to come up with the answer you knew would be adequate. Those few seconds were too long for Shoto. One hand pinning your hands to the wall, the other came to firmly wrap around your throat. “I said, who do you belong to?” he asked again. 

He waited again to allow for a response. After a deep breath, you finally answered, “I’m yours, Shoto. I belong to you.”

“That’s better,” he responded. He let go of your hands and your throat, and he connected his lips to your jawline. His hands wandered to the hem of your shirt, traveling underneath to rest on your bare waist. His kisses wandered lower, too, down your neck. They slowly became hungrier, more fervent, as you began to give yourself up to Shoto and his desire. You felt his teeth scrape against your skin, and his hands squeezed your hips and kneaded the fat beneath your shirt. “Take it off,” he demanded, stepping away and starting to strip himself. You didn’t know what he meant, so you assumed he meant everything. You pulled your shirt over your head, and you pushed your sweatpants and panties to the ground. 

That was when you got a glimpse of him, muscled all over, bruised from his most recent battle, and hard as a rock. Your hunger settled in the pit of your stomach, your arousal leaking from your pussy like a faucet. Shoto looked at you, too. You were perfect. Too far, he thought. He was much too far away from you. He closed the gap between you and kissed you, much harder than before. Lips and tongue and teeth gnashing at yours, breath heavy as he inhaled your scent. His senses couldn’t be filled with you fast enough. His mouth trailed down your body, starting at your ear and traveling to the base of your neck, almost to your shoulder. You felt Shoto’s teeth against your collarbone, your flesh sucked between his teeth. Shoto’s hands slid over your body, coming to rest on your ass cheeks. His palms kneaded the fat that was suspended there, his grip so ardent you were sure you’d have his handprint there for the rest of your life.

You sighed hard and closed your eyes as you took in the sensation of him. When Shoto finally pulled away from his attack on your collarbone, he admired the mark that was left there, already starting to bruise. He looked you straight in the eyes again, and he growled, “Mine.” You felt your cheeks heat. Shoto’s lips left a trail of kisses down your body, starting just below your neck. “Mine.” A kiss between your breasts. “Mine.” A kiss on your stomach. “Mine.” A kiss below your belly button. He continued until the air could no longer find your lungs, his lips so close to giving you the relief that you so desperately craved. 

Time slowed down as Shoto hooked one of your legs over his shoulders. “Say it,” he commanded, staring deeply into your eyes, looking right into your deepest wants and needs. 

You swallowed hard, reminding yourself to breathe. “I’m yours,” you uttered. 

He gripped your outer thigh with one hand and your ass cheek with the other. “Again,” he commanded, placing a kiss on your inner thigh and tracing gentle shapes on the other leg.

“‘M yours, Shoto,” you gasped. “‘M all yours! Please touch me.”

“That’s my girl,” he praised with a grin before wrapping his lips around your clit. His tongue lapped slowly at your most sensitive parts. You rested your head against the wall, letting out a loud sigh. Shoto dragged his tongue between all your creases before lapping at your clit and staring up at your beautiful face. His hands returned to their places, kneading the fat on your ass and your thighs. God, you were beautiful, he thought staring up at you. He thought about that guy in the car, on the plane, at the agency. He got to see you in that dress, but he didn’t get to see you like this, legs spread wide, head thrown back, and mouth hanging open in pleasure. Like this, you were all his. You were only for him.

Your hips started to quiver, and you could feel your knees get weaker as you got closer and closer to the high that you had been craving for weeks. You had touched yourself to the thought of him while he was gone, but there was nothing like the feeling of Shoto between your legs, lapping at all your most sensitive places. 

And then all of a sudden, he moved. He stood up, making you whine at the loss of his touch. “Sho, please,” you begged. 

“Oh, I’m not done yet,” he reassured you. Shoto grabbed you underneath your ass cheeks and lifted you, wrapping your legs around his waist and pushing you against the door for additional support. He stroked himself, and he placed the tip of his cock at your entrance. “You want this, baby?” he asked as he teased between your lips with his dick. 

You felt yourself clench underneath his touch, your pussy aching to be filled by him. “Yes, please,” you whimpered, nodding. 

Shoto looked you straight in your eyes, his forehead pressed up against yours, and he pushed past your entrance. You gasped as he entered you, inch by inch. He was as desperate as you were, longing to just shove himself into you. But this wasn’t about him. 

With every centimeter of his cock that entered you, you whimpered and gasped for him. And when he was buried inside you to the hilt, he rested there for a second, listening to you whine for more pleasure. “Please fuck me, Sho,” you pleaded. “I’m all yours. I’m all for you. Please, fuck me.”

He smirked as he started to move, his thrusts slow at first. He didn’t have much balance where his feet were planted on the floor, but he couldn’t stop looking at you as he thrusted, your eyes rolled back, your mouth pursed shut in an attempt to hold in your moans. Shoto kneaded your ass again, and he said, “Don’t hold back, baby. Whoever’s out there, I want them to hear that you’re mine.” 

In response, you let out another extended whine, much louder than you had been before. Shoto said, “Good, baby,” and started to thrust into you much faster. 

It wasn’t difficult to bring you to the edge of your next orgasm. It had been so long since you’d felt Shoto’s body pressed against yours, since you felt him inside you like this. “Sho, ‘m gonna–”

“I know,” he interrupted, wrapping a hand around your throat. “Say it again,” he demanded. 

“I’m yours!” you cried. “I’m all yours. Nobody else’s. I belong to you, Shoto!”

And just like that, you were cumming around him, your orgasm pulsing through you like tidal waves. Your moans might have concerned any passers-by on the other side of the door, but you didn’t care. You didn’t even think about that as Shoto pressed into you three more times before unleashing a flood of his release into you. Groans and growls and heavy breathing left you both wordless, eyes closed as he held you close. 

Shoto carried you to the couch, and he sat down. He was still buried deep inside you, but he pulled you close to him anyway, your chest pressed against his. Your breathing was heavy as you laid against him, his lips pressing against yours softly and sweetly before you laid your head down on his shoulder. 

Your eyes closed, you weren’t sure how long you laid against him before his fingers began to ghost over your back. “All mine,” he whispered again, pressing a sweet kiss to your forehead. “I am so lucky.”

His warmth and cold enveloped you, and your relaxation melted into each other. “I love you, Sho,” you muttered, pressing a long, sweet kiss to his jawline. “You’re all mine, too.” 

Shoto felt his cheeks heat at the thought.

You were his, and he was yours.

And that was all he needed.

This work was written by Abigail "Billie" Rothenberger. Please do not copy this work on Tumblr or any other platform.

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[adminbryantsaki]

Carraway

 Alpha! Werewolf!  Shouta x Omega! Reader

Springtime Rut.

(I do not own My Hero Academia or the characters within. Anything associated with that fandom belongs to Horikoshi Kohei. This story belongs to my 2023 Spice-tober collection. I hope you enjoy. If this story isn’t your cup of tea, blend of spices, or brew of coffee move on. Reader discretion is advised.)

TW: Omegaverse shenanigans, monster fucking, breeding. WC: 926

The birds were chirping and butterflies were flitting about the flowers as you were walking down the path to your Alpha’s den. You had a bag in your hand that held the food you had bought from the store and you were now bringing them home.

You were enjoying the sunlight and warmth of spring as you arrived at the mouth of the cave and you entered the cave, taking your shoes off and calling out into the cave. “Alpha? I’m home!” You spoke, letting your voice echo off the walls of the cave and ring deeper into the cave. You saw him approach you wearing nothing but a pair of his sweatpants hanging dangerously low on his hips, his dark grey ears twitching as he walked into the sunlight that streamed into the cave. You blushed a bright red as he got close to you and kiss you gently. You could smell a strong scent of caraway coming off him. This was the scent he used to try and cover up his rut scent. Your eyes widened, and he pulled you close. “What’s wrong, love?” He asked, a smirk spreading across his face.

“N-nothing.” You responded and ducked out from his presence, going into the kitchen of the cave and began to put the groceries again. You cursed to yourself as you should have remembered that your Alpha was in a fluxing, yet constant state of rut from the spring equinox to summer solstice. You took a deep breath and put away the vegetables in their basket. Shouta walked up behind you and hugged you from behind.

“Kitty, what’s wrong? Did you forget about my springtime rut again?” He spoke into your ear, causing a shiver to run down your spine and goosebumps to raise across your arms. Shouta put a hand on your stomach and pulled you close to his body. You looked up into his eyes and nodded. “I-I’m sorry, Alpha. I’ve been so tired and busy. I also got brain fog from my own heat.” You told him and looked down. He crooked a finger under your chin and made you look up at him.

“Don’t be sorry, we all get busy and caught up in life at times. Just don’t beat yourself up, okay? I’ll help you get the groceries put away then you come with me to my den, alright? I redesigned it just for you when you came back.” He spoke and held you close. He pulled a loaf of bread out of your basket and put it in the bread container as you put away some cuts of meat and other dairy items into the ice box you had in the kitchen before you put your basket by the door with Shouta right behind you as the two of you walked to his den and he let you climb in first to get cozy before he climbed in and pulled you close to his chest.

  “What do you need for me to do, Alpha?” You asked as you were cuddled under one of his blankets that lined his den. “Just keep me comfy for a little while. I want your scent on one of my blankets so I can have it when I’m in here.” He asked. You nodded and wrapped yourself up in the blanket that you had covered over yourself and you became a blanket burrito. You cooed and nuzzled your Alpha as you scented the blanket. He smiled and kissed you gently, watching you enjoy yourself in his den as you spent some time together. After a few minutes, Shouta pulled you close and kissed you deeply.

“I’ve waited all day to have you alone. I can’t wait any longer.” He spoke. You squealed as he pulled you under him and rapidly unwrapping the blanket while kissing you deeply. He slid a hand up under your shirt and under your back, holding you close as his other hand wandered your body. You wrapped your limbs around his torso and you made out with him as his scent began to overwhelm your senses, making your mind grow even more foggy, having your whole body slip into a state of pure bliss as Shouta began to thrust into you, ramming his member into you over and over until his knot got stuck inside of your vaginal canal. You moaned out and held onto him as he gave rapid and quick thrusts into your entrance to get him over that hill of his climax so he could release his knot into you and begin the process all over again. He gave out a guttural groan as his knot finally released, painting your insides with his seed. He kissed you and gave you praise for how good you were. He then pulled out and laid next to you, promptly falling asleep. You giggled and laid on your side, running your fingers through his hair as he slept in your arms, letting the scent of the carraway relax your mind and prepare you for the next round of being bred by your Alpha.

Oh, how you loved springtime.

The end.

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[scrawnykidstales]

Tamaki and Shinso are an interesting combination! Excited to read your Kinktober. :)

I know it’s not usually a couple you see in the MHA fandom but something about them together just makes sense.

I think it’s because there both the quiet kids who would rather not socialize, i think it’s so adorable :3

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[well-i-guess-i-could-write]

TWO Can Play

This is from my drafts-

A bit angsty. Just wanted to try an intense scene for once. Idk though

Lost track of the word count so...word count= long....That is all.

As usual I am a bit of a monsterfucker but this is just some ABO dynamics I wanted to play with.

Reader x Aizawa x Yamada

For the record, you were perfectly satisfied with your life before. Lots of people had weird lives and you were proud to say you had a pretty good one. You had your pretty, overly tired husband, Shouta, his twenty odd practically adopted students, and of course his best friend Hizashi. Hizashi was one of the few people in the world you might say loved and cared for Shouta as much as you did. Hell he might even love him more than you did.

And yet, you'd always gotten the odd feeling that Hizashi didn't exactly like you.

Don't misunderstand, he wasn't rude. He just never took active interest in talking to you outside of Shouta and things related to him. You couldn't blame him for being a little territorial. Hizashi was after all Shouta's Alpha. Well the only Alpha in his life any way.

You were a beta, a friend of Shouta's that had unwittingly fallen head over heals for him in your school days. You hadn't made a move then. Though you didn't think he would have been as receptive as he was three years after graduation. You'd run into him on your way home, he was on patrol abd offered to walk you home. You'd graciously accepted, exchanged numbers and You'd been attached at the hip ever since.

Years later, here you were married, much to the chagrin of most modern society. Very few people approved of your type of relationship. "Betas belong with betas." Well that was the rhetoric anyway. Female betas, of course couldn't impregnate male omegas such as Shouta was. And while Shouta could technically impregnate you, there was a harsh social climate when it came to non-beta/beta families without an alpha. While Omega/omega pairings were less chastised people still didn't like it. Why "waste" a perfectly good omega that could satisfy some alpha?

You and Shouta though, there had been some spark there. Something that he felt was missing. Maybe it was your happy, ready to take on the world attitude that directly conflicted with his. Or maybe he just liked how you were willing to take on the world for him. Either way, you'd both been surprised when he'd proposed to you. At the most inopportune moment, in the middle of a random hallway, in a hospital after he got an injury on the job. He hadn't gotten down on one knee, he hadn't planned it. He just wanted to marry you. And three days later, he did just that, in an intimate elopement ceremony.

Hizashi had been pissed to say the least. He hadn't even been invited! Or told until after the marriage had gone through. He spent two weeks barely talking to Shouta which of course depressed the both of them. They'd hardly gone two days without contact since high school, save for when Shouta went on long missions.

After a while Hizashi had given in, but he'd never quite seen you the same. You were no longer a cute fascination of Shouta's, you were his wife. And that fact irked him more than he could put into words. Not because you were a beta, no, because you had basically stolen his omega.

Hizashi had all but staked a claim on Shouta since that first day of class 1st year. He knew, he just knew that someday he'd make Aizawa Shouta his. What he hadn't counted on was for Shouta to randomly announce to him one night that he had a date. He thought it was a joke or some ploy to make him jealous, get him to stop dragging his feet. But no such luck. Soon you were Shouta's lover, he could smell it the day you'd first made love, then you were Shouta's girlfriend and now you were Shouta's wife. He'd lost out on the love of his life to some random Beta they'd went to school with. A support course student at that.

Lovely.

So yeah, you were pretty sure Hizashi didn't like you, you just didn't know why. You'd all been pretty friendly in high school. You'd assumed it was because you two hadn't invited him to the wedding but you hadn't invited anyone. It was the two of you, a justice of the peace and the first person you could find at city hall, which just so happened to be Toyomitsu Taishiro or fatgum.

But it had been two years since then and Hizashi seemed fine with Shouta. So why just you? The answer to that question came to you sooner than you thought and very unexpectedly.

You had come home early. A half day in honor of a successful first use of a new invention. You wanted to come home and tinker surrounded by the scent of you and your husband. What you hadn't expected was to hear voices coming from the back office that you and shouta had set up for him to grade, or you to tinker around. You took off your shoes and made your way back to what should have been an empty office. You didn't open it, just listened.

"Shouta, I know this is sudden but it isn't like this is the first time I've expressed my feelings to you! You can't be surprised." Yamada?

"I'm not surprised. I won't pretend I am. What I am, is a married man. I took vows Hizashi, ones that I take very seriously. And to be honest, y/n would be very hurt to hear you even suggest what you're suggesting. " Shouta replied.

"I know you don't want to hurt her, Shouta. I know but wouldn't it hurt her worse if she found out after we've already given in to this? There's no way you'd be able to hide it. If not from your need to be honest when it matters than from your scent!" Hizashi argued.

" She won't have to find out about anything, because I don't intend to give in," Shouta said. "No matter how I'm feeling nothing is worth hurting her like that. "

" Which is why you should tell her now. It'll hurt, but It'll hurt way less than if you tell her we mated while you two were married..." A gasp left your lips before you could hold it in and the bag you hadn't put down since entering dropped to the floor. The voices stopped, you could hear the foot steps coming closer to the door, but you didn't bother to move. This was your home too dammit, you had every right to be here. They were the ones betraying you not the other way around.

Shouta opened the door and as you assumed Hizashi was standing in the middle of your office room, unashamed and unhappy with your presence. Like youd just intruded somewhere you shouldn't. Shouta looked completely embarrassed. He wore his usual mussed look, but with distinctly well kissed lips.

You didn't know what you wanted to do. You wanted to slap him. You wanted to scream. You wanted to ask how long they'd been betraying you. You wanted to cry. You wanted to beg him not to leave you. You wanted to know why.

You stopped looking at Shouta. What more was there to say to him? Your eyes drifted to Hizashi and you found yourself asking the question you least wanted to know the answer to. "Have you been fucking my husband?"

"Y/n!" Shouta tried to interrupt. You silenced him with a look.

"Yamada Hizashi, have you been fucking my husband?"

Hizashi was quiet for a moment and then replied, "Would you let us be happy together if I had?"

"Hizashi!" Shouta snapped angrily looking at his best friend.

"No, alright?" Hizashi answered honestly, " The most we've done is kiss. We've kissed a few times. It's never gone beyond that. But I know he wants it to."

"Hizashi! You aren't helping!"

"Why would I want to? Why would I want the man that I love to run off with someone else when I have the chance to fight for you? I tried. I tried just being happy fro you when you two got married but I can't do it any more. I love you, Shouta! That won't change because you deny it!" Hizashi exclaimed.

You could feel the tears threatening your water line. "Shouta, do you love him?" You asked.

He turned back to you, "How I feel about him doesn't change how I feel about you." He said.

"That isn't what I asked."

"It's the truth. I swear, I love you please, please just let me explain. You can go to the room and cool off if you need to, but please don't leave-"

"Save your breath," You instructed turning and picking up your bag. You were pragmatic. Leaving made no sense and it wouldn't fix anything. You went down the hall to the room you shared and slammed the door.

There was yelling outside the door. Most of it undistinguishable. And then a door closed, the front door. Shouta appeared in your bedroom door moments later to find you packing a small bag. You didn't plan to sleep here. But you would talk to Shouta before you left.

"Y/n, I know it was wrong to kiss Hizashi. But please understand, it's happened 3 times the entire time we've known each other. I swear. And this was the first time since you and I have been together." Shouta explained.

"You don't have to explain. You're in love with him, you always have been. I was stupid enough to believe that that changed at some point." You shrugged taking a moment to sit and look at Shouta.

He looked ashamed, " I...do love him. I won't deny that. I won't lie to you. But I won't touch him. I swear, I can control myself. "

"He's an alpha, Shouta! Even if your mind doesn't want to betray me, your body will want to. What happens when you go into heat around him? You'll want him. You'll want him because you want him now and your body will know! "

"I've gone into heat before without touching him without even asking for him!" He argued.

"Yeah, when I was around. You went for me first, should I be happy?" You swiped at your face. "I should have figured it out sooner. You know there was a time when I thought that this may be the case. When we first started dating, we all went out and you talked to Hizashi all night and I felt so left out but then you did something so out of character, you kissed me. Right in front of him. And I felt so special. But it all feels like a lie now!" You cried.

"Y/n, I swear outside of that kiss I have never cheated on you. And I won't. Please, I promise, we are okay!"

"You're in love with another person, Shouta. How in the hell are we okay?"

"I told you my feelings for you haven't changed. I love you! I adore you. I basically worship the ground you walk on; what more do you want from me?"

"I wanted you to be honest with me! I wanted to not walk in on you alone with the other person you're in love with discussing whether or not you're going to leave me. God we have had to fight every day just to be together. Just so people don't look at us and wonder what you and I are doing together. And I thought that it didn't matter. It didn't matter as long as we were fighting together. You were enough for me to fight for. And I find out that, I'm not enough for you and it sucks!" You ranted for a while. Explaining your feelings. How you had always thought Hizashi didn't quite like you. How left out you felt when they would go on rants about hero course things even back in the day. How you'd always felt like he had more in common with Hizashi but never said anything for fear of losing him. And most importantly how you'd swallowed down that feeling in favor of keeping your beloved happy.

By the end of the conversation, you were both in tears. You didn't leave that night. Instead opting for the easy route. You stayed, bag discarded to the floor, and laid in Shouta's arms that night; you were too worn out to leave.

In the morning, you woke up alone. Saturday, no need to rush. And even if it weren't the joys of being your own boss was that you got to set your schedule. You stepped into the bathroom, brushed your teeth, washed your face and stepped into the living room. Surprisingly, three sets of eyes met yours. Nemuri, Shouta, and Hizashi.

You thought of how to handle the presence of the man who had just tried to steal your husband, in your own home. You wanted to rip every strand of gorgeous hair from his stupid blond head. Or scream at him. But instead you raised an eyebrow took a deep breath and said, "Get out, before I do something rude."

"Honey-"

"Get him out of my house, Shouta."

"I told you this was a waste of time, let's go Nemuri," Hizashi implored.

"Sit your blond ass down, Yamada Hizashi," Nemuri demanded. The type of person Nemuri was commanded respect. You'd never understood it, maybe because you were a beta and didn't play these dominance games. But an angry Nemuri seemd to scare even Yamada. Which was funny because to your knowledge Nemuri wasn't an alpha. But she didn't openly disclose her second gender and the scent of her quirk masked her pheromones. You'd never bothered to ask.

"You owe Y/n the biggest apology in the world," Nemuri started "You came into her home and disrespected the entire sanctity of her marriage. You came on to her husband. Kissed him and basically insulted her nonstop. Do you know what it's like to get a 3AM phone call from Shouta. To hear him crying because he thinks he ruined his marriage? Do you understand how terrifying that is?"

" Nemuri-"

" Not a word to me. I am not the one you need to talk to. You did something wrong. I understand having hard feelings but for Pete sake. Shouta was happy. He was happy. Why couldn't you accept that?"

"Because I did. For years. First with Shirakumo, then with her. I have sucked it up for years, so he could be happy. I figured if he doesn't love me, then I'm fine with him being with whoever makes him happy. But when I found out he had feelings for me too I couldn't anymore," Hizashi confessed.

"I told you so that I wouldn't have to hold it in anymore, not so you would kiss me! It wasn't something romantic or a confession of love with intention to be with you, Hizashi! I could never do that to my wife! She doesn't deserve that," Shouta defended. "I just wanted to be honest with you."

"What I didn't deserve was all the lies, Shouta," You snapped.

He quietly lowered his head.

"Don't yell at him! He can't help his feelings!" Hizashi defended.

"Don't yell at me, when you broke the laws of hospitality. You tried to steal MY husband!" You argued.

"I tried to back off for his sake, but he came to me! How was I supposed to respond?"

"How about a conversation? How about coming and talking to me about what you were both feeling? Had it ever occured to you that I might be understanding?!" You screamed flopping down on the couch. The room went quiet. Nemuri stepped between the three of you.

"Okay, talking is a good idea. Y/n tell us how you feel about the situation."

"I feel betrayed. Shouta, until yesterday, I trusted you without question. I let myself ignore that feeling in my heart that said that I wasn't enough for you. That you would need someone else because you said all that stuff about being everything you dreamed and more-"

"You are!"

"Then why did you treat me like you couldn't trust me? Why did you keep me in the dark?"

"Because! You...I...We were good. We were amazing and I was scared that if I told you I'd been having feelings for Hizashi, you would leave me. You would pack up like you started to yesterday and I'd never see you again! I love you so much. I didn't want to risk that," Shouta defended.

"Did you not think I'd be angrier if you lied to me? Shouta," You stood and placed yourself beside your very emotional husband. You'd hardly ever seen him so..scared..so visibly scared. Not since your U.A. days. He reached out and grabbed your hand, holding it tight in his shaking fingers.

"Don't leave me. Please, I need you. I need you. You make me feel....human," he whispered burrowing his face into your neck.

"Shouta...listen to me. You have feelings for Yamada. I understand. Do you love him?"

"I love you," he deflected.

"That isn't what I asked," You refused to let him deflect. Not this time. He sounded so defeated when he answered you.

"Yes," he admitted. 'I'm sorry, I love him. I love him and it hurts because I don't know what to do about it. I love him to the point where his presence sets my world on fire even when he annoys me, which is a lot. I love him so much that my world feels incomplete without him. So I knew I couldn't avoid him to make the situation better. I need him too. I need him like I need you but..different." Tears brimmed his eyes like a water glass filled to the very lip, ready to spill over.

"Shouta," You said sympathetically.

"So what does that mean for us?" Yamada asked.

"I don't know," Shouta admitted. You glanced up to see that Nemuri had excused herself at some point.

"I..." You began, "I don't mind that you need him, Shouta."

"You..don't mind..."

"No...I mean..yes, it bothers me a little. But a part of me always feared you would leave me for an alpha when we first started dating. And at some point I decided to just to trust you. To trust that you loved me enough not to leave me."

"Does that mean you won't leave me either?" He asked. You nodded.

"Even though I have feelings for Hizashi?"

Another nod.

"Even though I don't think these feelings will ever go away?"

Nod.

"Why?"

"Because I need you too. Trying to pack that bag broke my heart. The thought of leaving you, that you might want me to leave, broke even my soul in two. So here is my proposal. I am willing to share." You stated.

"Share?" Yamada asked.

"It's not uncommon among beta culture for one to share their spouse. It's not something I ever saw for myself but..for Shouta I will," You explained

"You would share him with me?" Yamada asked.

"It's not ideal for me!" You defended. "But Shouta and I fought hard to be together. And I'll be damned if I give up so quickly. I will fight for it again. If that means I share my husband with you, then that's what I'll do. I'm not an alpha. I don't get that territorial. So if you can curb your territorial tendencies, we can try to share Shouta. This way he gets what he needs. We put rules in place so that neither of us gets hurt."

"Alright. What kind of rules?" Yamada asked.

"Well for one, we need to find suitable time for him to spend with each of us. We want him comfortable without stepping on each other's toes," you suggested.

"Agreed," Yamada nodded.

"Two, no interrupting each other's time with him."

"Agreed"

"Three, no breeding without proper discussion. "

"What?!" Yamada said, clearly irritated.

"It's unfair to the other partner. I can't get Shouta pregnant. But Shouta can get me pregnant. And opposite around for you two. A child between either of us would cause a massive change. Could you imagine if I got pregnant with no discussion. And suddenly Shouta is a father and your world changes or even the other way. if Shouta got pregnant and suddenly Shouta is a mother and my world changes. It's unfair."

"Alright then we'll have the conversation now! I want to breed my omega! I've waited almost 14 years to be able to be with him. You've had years of opportunity to get pregnant."

"That doesn't matter when we're just starting this out!" You defended.

"If it were me who'd married him first, we'd already have a pup or two!"

"Well, you weren't!"

Shouta who'd been quiet up to this point irritated grumbled, "Enough! This isn't what I wanted. And you two are acting like children! Hizashi, it's too soon for us to have kids. This is new even if we've been friends for a long time. We can't just jump up and breed. Y/n and I have just barely started discussing the possibility of kids. Though I'm pretty sure that idea is shelved now." He sounded so disappointed and looked to you for confirmation.

"It probably should be for now..I'm sorry, Shouta. Just until we settle into this arrangement?" You confirmed

"And Y/n is right a child is a big change. And we should try to avoid any pregnancies until we've decided this can work the way we want it to, okay?"

"Okay," You agreed.

"Okay," Yamada confirmed.

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