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satoruhour · 4 months

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nanami and geto=pulling hair

AHDJSKFMDKXJXUXU PLEASE I NEED THEM SO BAD IT HURTS

a/n: i dont write brat!reader often and i hate this but uhm .. :”) got inspiration for geto’s part from this fanart :3 also nanami’s inspiration here and here / tagging @jabamin @screampied @marimogf @redskyvenus @kizoken @osaemu @satorena @suguella @t4kio

wc: about 1.5k for each

warnings: hair pulling for both, fem!reader, brat!reader, geto is a lil rough, oral (m! receiving), deep-throating, semi-public sex, use of ‘slut’ (geto), tension, semi-public sex, a lil ooc nanami ig, use of ‘slut’, unprotected p -> v sex, squirting, breeding / creampie kink (nanami), n*sfw under the cut

✶ GETO

geto’s grip around your waist only tightens when you press up more against him in the crowded business convention, purposefully grinding your ass into his front that’s already sporting a hard-on that looks like it hurts.

but suguru is a master at keeping his feelings in, like how this business partner of him is boring the shit out of him and how much he wants to push you to your knees in front of everyone and shove his cock in your mouth.

“don’t you wanna just do away with all this pretentious shit? spread me open and give a show to everyone in this boring ass convention?” you whisper against his skin with your head craned up just to see how his jaw tenses and he almost drops his flute of champagne, “hm? don’t you want everyone to know how good you make me feel?”

“behave, sweetheart.”

“no,” you giggle, and geto rolls his eyes with a small smile on his face. you know it’s all fun and games; he loves taming the brat in you, but the brat in you is just begging to be punished, “you know you love me.”

“that, i can vouch for, but making me hard in public? i’ll need you to tone it down, baby.”

“but i want you, don’t you want me?” you’re pulling out all the stops, now, tits in full view from how he was behind you just scouring the many businessmen and women walking about and making small talk. even now, your hips torture him in the best way, rolling slowly and bit by bit.

“you’re riding a thin line here.” he warns with a peck to your hair.

“i’d rather be riding your dick, sugu . .” it’s whispered so tenderly, so softly, your hands skilled when they close over his that rest comfortably on your waist. “in our hotel room, or on the balcony, please . .?”

all geto manages is a strained, polite smile to the approaching mr. mamato who seems a little puzzled at the rejection, but with reassurance from the former, all is well. your lover has no qualms about keeping a tight clasp around your intertwined fingers, champagne flutes abandoned and heels clacking quickly against the floor to the lift lobby.

and you cast your spell again, getting back on your brat shit once the elevator doors close since it was quite a ride to the floor of the hotel. geto sighs quietly when you trail your hand along his belt and down the zip where there was a noticeable bulge and you squeeze, relishing in the silent gasp he lets out. you both know that once he looks at you, you two would have to be pried from the elevator so he settles for deep breaths.

but it’s all sloppy, wet kisses once he’s got you pushed against your suite’s door, multitasking hands zipping open your dress and pulling your bra past your tits and revelling in your perk, erect nipples. a small jump is muttered from his lips and you follow easily, propped up so perfectly where his mouth fits just around your nipple and that draws a loud moan, hips grinding against his torso for any kind of friction.

geto is strong, with one hand holding you, the other lands a spank on your ass and he releases your tits with a pop!

“what makes you think you deserve that?” you’re on the balcony by now, the breathtaking view of the many other touristy attractions right next to the hotel but geto would rather look at your defeated expression, doe eyes, pout and all.

“i’ve been goo—”

your lover’s hand from behind goes up to pull hard on your hair, forcing you to look up at him and he smiles when he spots your thighs rubbing together.

“don’t lie to my face, baby,” he lowers you to your knees and each breath feels like it could kill you. you love every second of it — geto commanding you, the dark of his eyes and the parting of his lips, “we both know you’ve been trying to toy with me since the start of the convention.”

“i didn’t say when—” you grin.

“and don’t play smart with me, little slut.” a small moan leaves your mouth at that, eyes flicking between his eyes and his other hand skillfully unbuckling his pants and you let out a little squeal when his cock’s removed from his underwear. he’s always so big and heavy that it slaps against your face and you grin, immediately sticking out your tongue and he feels his chest swell with pride just a little at your obedience.

and he releases your hair, reaching behind for his cigs and lighter. the air fills with the familiar odour of nicotine, “suck.”

you do, planting your hands onto his thighs and making a big show of whatever you wanted to do, but you’re only suckling on his tip, smiling through the pre-cum that slips past your mouth. he’s quite lenient, letting you tap his tip on your tongue and stroking him with both hands alongside small groans, but it’s not what he wants.

“do you want to suck me off or not?” geto whispers, almost like a threat. cigarette in mouth, he grabs your jaw and it squishes your cheeks, “hm?” he gives you one last chance when you nod so adorably, mouth messy with pre and your saliva that he just wants to bend you over and fuck you dumb.

but when you go back to teasing him — tugging on his balls, keeping to sucking harshly on his tip (even if it feels so damn good), looking up through your eyelashes like you’re not doing anything is when he’s getting a better hold on your hair, gathering it into a makeshift ponytail and scoffs.

you’re really in for a treat, now. there’s no warning before he pulls on your hair and brings you in again, smiling when he hears you gag at how deep his cock had reached in your throat. he coos inwardly when he sees that there’s already tears forming, but all you have on your face is a little sick grin and so he continues his assault.

geto pushes and pulls, leaving you no choice but to bob your head along his veiny shaft with very little time to breathe. it’s too intoxicating each time you’re up to the hilt, pubes smelling like sweat and Louis V cologne as you moan continually against him, sending vibrations up his body. you know his body like the back of your hand that you know every twitch of his dick, every jerk of his hips into your warm, inviting mouth.

“f-fuck . . maybe she does know how to use her mouth properly,” he mumbles, eyes fixated on your smudging eyeliner while your mouth is stretched out to accommodate him.

“su— mmfgf—!” suguru leaves you no time to breathe, guiding you roughly with your hair while he continues to smoke without a care in the world, not caring that the sounds of you choking on his fat cock could probably be heard by the neighbouring suite rooms. in a feat of defiance, again, you come off of him with a giggle, saliva strings connecting you and his dick, but he’s having none of that.

with one forceful thrust, geto shoves his cock into you, enjoying the corners of your eyes welling up with tears as you gargle and sputter, breathing hard through your nose. “i told you, do it properly. need ya to learn your lesson.”

you look truly pathetic like this, on the balcony floor of the hotel you were just in the function room for, but now you’re stuffed full of your boyfriend’s length, hands periodically squeezing his thighs. he grunts out your name, mixed in with little groans and pants of just how much your mouth resembled your pussy, drunk on the way his tip feels at the back of his throat.

“mmm . .” you hum, more used to the feeling now when you’re feeling him twitch and pulse in your mouth and you make sure to swirl your tongue, keeping eye contact with him.

“just— just like that, shit . .” suguru’s grasp on your head loosens with each step closing to his orgasm, putting out his cig just so he could focus on you and you only, “take it, take my cock down your throat like a filthy slut.”

geto’s shivering, hunched over your figure while you take the chance to move your head a little, slurping up all the saliva with hands squeezing over and over, sending your lover’s senses into overdrive. it doesn’t take long until he’s cumming down your throat with your head held to the base of his pelvis, heart clenching when he feels your muffled moans and then sees his overflowing cum.

“let me see . .” he asks absentmindedly, feeling just a little bad at the way you’re breathing so hardly, but he knows you don’t mind when you wrap a hand around his cock again, milking him for what he’s worth and sloppily sucking the mingling of saliva and cum from your skin. you’re quick to get back to sucking again, desperate for dick, and geto knows he’s found his perfect half.

✶ NANAMI

“these curses really need to stop emerging,” you frown with a groan, stuck in a never-ending meeting with yaga and nanami. in front of you were books littered with information about curses from the edwardian era, noting a similarity in both appearance and powers in the increasingly threatening curse that spawned in okinawa. so far, research has been scarce, providing for anything but the information you were looking for.

all the while, nanami’s looking at you through goggles, hiding behind the translucency of it as the open page of his tattered book is left abandoned only because he was so distracted by you.

you were stuck in a weird place with nanami — always getting stuck in precarious situations, mingling breaths, beating hearts to the point where you’d wanna throw up. you both knew relationships were a farce in the world of jujutsu sorcery, but even so, to deny the way you were the first one he’d check up on whenever you finished missions . . you might be falling off the deep end sooner or later.

“perhaps it would be wise to take a break, for lunch at least,” yaga only sighs, rubbing at his temples from his similar conquest, but none of you were actually able to match the photos to the drawings drawn up by sorcerers of the past. he takes the chance to leave the room for some food at the pantry, leaving just both you and nanami and the tension goes up by a hundredfold.

you don’t exactly hate it, but it becomes exceptionally clear when the universe seems to be against you from the first hour of research. from dropping your pen right in front of nanami that allowed a peek of your chest, to your printed photos flying right to the chair beside him, reaching over his whole body to retrieve them.

nanami is dying to smell you, again.

it’s loads of reading, glad for the knock of the door as you answer the call of the first-year students right outside the office, closed to a small gap since yaga asked you two to keep it confidential, but with the way you’re sticking out your ass . . he swears he can feel himself harden. before long, he’s hearing you bid goodbye to the three of them before your bracelet comes loose and it falls, and the sound of metal against wood is so loud that he’s glad he’s heard it.

because nanami’s attention is once again drawn to your plump ass, and he’s sure you’re doing this all on purpose with the way not one part of your legs are bent, and he can just see the peep of your panties. his skin burns.

“they wanted to know if they could help in any way,” you laugh when you return, albeit a little awkwardly after that whole thing you pulled. you weren’t even sure if nanami would look — he was a man set on ending work at 6pm and would want to do as much work before then, for god’s sake, so when all he does is nod curtly, you’re swallowing your feelings, not wanting to risk everything again.

once the clock strikes 6, nanami’s the first to stand, excusing himself with a bow, but not before he’s passing you a piece of paper folded carefully. so meticulously that he wanted you to open it without yaga seeing, pleasantly surprised when you see his graceful hand write out see me in the library.

you think nothing of it, taking the books that were from the library and making up some excuse of going to continue in there to yaga who waves you off with a grateful thanks, a yelp drawn from your throat when you see nanami just hovering beside the door frame.

he looks like he’s about the throw up — one look at his trousers tells you otherwise, breaking that barrier when you step closer to him courageously. “i don’t think we should waste any more time, dear (y/n).”

“what do you mean?” nanami has such a way with that voice of his, that you let him take the heavy books from your hand without any fight, without any resistance, gasping softly as he grabs your waist almost timidly. but you have been dancing around each other for too many months, and everything just felt right.

“you know what i mean, doll.”

every minute nanami spends with your body becomes more and more intense, first starting out with a soft and gentle question to rougher, sloppier kisses, and down to your body right to your cunt where he stroked himself whilst eating you out; and the way nanami fucks, god. he’d take his time but . .

“wanted this fuckin’ pussy for so long, f-fuck . .” nanami groans, body flush against yours while he pounds into you from behind. the library definitely is not soundproof, but after seeing your pretty panties and tasting your cunt, sinking his fat cock into your hole was just perfect and god forbid he held back on the first time.

“k—kento . . please—!” the tatami mats of the school’s library were looking like crap, no doubt from the lack of use of this place, but you use it to your heart’s content, soaking the mats with your mixed juices and sweat. but that meant you had no anchor to hang on to, grasping and scratching at the floor for anything when nanami angles his hips and sucks hickeys into your neck from behind. “love it, wan’ more, wan’ more—”

“yeah? pretty little slut wants more?” nanami’s head spins at the way your hips move back onto his as well, head turning and nodding just so you can look at the man who’s blowing your back out in his alma mater’s library, hair tousled and sweat lining his brow. “after teasing me these few months — s-shit — can i really give it to her?”

he speaks with a strain, hypnotising hands moving up and down your back and onto your ass, spreading it just so he could see the way you take him, pussy stretched and all. nanami lets out a shaky breath, not believing that whatever he’s always fantasised about is coming true, and right after this, he’s sure to get you a bouquet of flowers and a decent day out, not before a morning after pill though.

“you’re so mean . . teasin’ me, showin’ me your panties,” he gives your ass a smack, groaning out loud at the recoil, “what makes you think ’m gonna give it t’you?”

all you had to do was look up at him with doe eyes, using a weak, flailing arm to grab out for him but failing and he finds it so goddamn cute that he smiles to himself and succumbs anyway, chuckling as he runs his hands down your back. although, they don’t stop there — they find your hair and he twines your locks around his fingers and pulls, prompting a loud whine from you.

“ken—!” your pornographic moans are downright obscene, together with the messy mix of your cum and his pre all around your core, it was truly disgustingly filthy, “f-fuuckk . . yes, r-right there!”

nanami all but follows your sounds, triggering your arch with such a strong pull on your hair that the pain translates into pleasure. with his knees, he nudges your legs to open even more and you cry out his name at how deep his throbbing cock reaches in you, gummy walls sucking him in and clenching around his length so harshly.

“pussy’s just so good to me, god,” he moans, feeling so hot in his work outfit that wasn’t even fully stripped down. his blue work shirt is soaked, as with his trousers, full of your cum that’s starting to form a white ring around the base of his shaft. he purposefully pulls on your hair to meet your lips, murmuring onto your skin, “’m close, baby.”

nanami’s thrusts are accurate, precise, hitting all the sweet spots in you relentlessly until you’re saying incoherent sentences, thighs already starting to shake until he starts rubbing at your clit. the sensations overwhelm you; the still strong tug of your hair, the pap! pap! pap! of his hips against your ass, the circles on your clit that matches the thrusts — and you’re cumming and squirting with a lax jaw and eyes that roll to the back of your skull.

“c-cumming, kento— ’m cummi—!” you babble, hips grinding back onto his for more even when you’re spraying juices all over, whole body convulsing from the climax, “s’good, s’good—”

just seeing you fall apart from his cock has him reaching his high, hips stuttering into your warm pussy to pump you full of his cum and he makes sure you catch every last drop, the hand tangled in your hair pushing right down on your head into the tatami mats.

nanami catches the ghost of a smile on your face before your body moves against his, again, using your own hands to spread your cheeks just to make sure he sees the cum he’s planted in you.

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sanjoongie · 1 year

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I said dont touch ~ Mommy!May

My 2nd submission for Mommy! May held by @whatudowhennooneseesyou

ღPairing: Kim Hongjoong x Reader (f) ღGenre: Mommy! au, established relationship trope, non idol au ღWord Count: 1,005 ღWarnings: punishment, cockwarming, masturbation (f), pillow humping, watching porn with mommy ღRated: 18+ MDNI, smut with no plot ღDedication: @mejuii & @downtoamagicalland my beta broskis

↜Mommy San ↝Mommy Yeosang

You were going to be in so much trouble.

You had watched as Hongjoong got ready for work: covering up his thick thighs that peeked out of his boxer-shorts, buttoning up his dress shirt over his abs and pecs, and rolling up his sleeves over his biceps. You started to whimper and pressed your thighs together to search for some release.

Hongjoong heard your noises from the bed and raised an eyebrow at you. "What are you up to over there, angel?"

"Nothing," You squeaked.

Hongjoong ran a hand through his hair and sighed. "Little one, you know the rules. You're not allowed to touch yourself while I'm at work. Only Mommy gets to touch you and make you feel good."

You nodded firmly. "I'll be good."

Hongjoong bent down and kissed you on your forehead. "I'll see you when I get home then. Have a good day."

You did your best, you truly did, to be good. You tried to keep yourself distracted by eating breakfast and coloring. You tried to play games and read. But the constant throbbing of your pussy was getting to be too much. You couldn't help but think of the times you watched Hongjoong’s biceps bulge as he finger fucked you. All you wanted was his fingers inside of you.

You whimpered as the dirty thoughts took over. Hongjoong said don't touch but perhaps you could find a work-around. You grabbed a cushion and started to rub up against it. It had piping along the edge and it was stimulating your clit through your very wet panties. You moaned loudly and humped the pillow vigorously. Soon, your panties covered in your slick gave you pleasure but not enough to actually get anywhere.

So you laid down on the couch in your back, removed your panties and began to touch yourself. You were too far gone at this point. At least you would come before being punished. You moaned at how fucking wet you were. You could only imagine sitting in Hongjoong’s lap, your legs spread, and Hongjoong’s fingers lazily moving in and out of your hole as you watched a movie. Hongjoong could edge you like that for the entire film, if only to hear you beg for him to finally fuck you.

“Having fun, little one?”Hongjoong’s soft, dangerous voice floated to your ear and you opened your eyes quickly.

“Oh shit!” You exclaimed, closing your legs and attempting to sit up. “Hong--”

Hongjoong was standing by the couch, arms crossed, biceps bulging under his sleeves and he was smiling. It was a polite mask that hid the bubbling anger in his chest right now. “Mommy told you to not touch and what did you do?”

You gulped and stared at the floor. “I dunno.”

Hongjoong took a few heavy steps to stand in front of you and gripped your jaw to make you look at him. “I asked you a question. Answer it,” He snapped.

“I touched myself while Mommy was at work,” You admitted forlornly.

Hongjoong let go of your jaw with a sharp twist of his wrist. He began to unbuckle his belt. “And now you’ll be punished for not only touching yourself but lying. I hope you’re ready, little one.”

You dropped to your knees on the floor, grabbing a fistful of his dress pants, “Please, Mommy, please I’m sorry.”

Hongjoong ignored you, undoing the snap and zipper to his pants and pushing his slacks down to his thighs. He promptly sat down on the couch and began to scroll on his phone. His eyes flickered to you. “Well, you know the drill.”

You frowned heavily but moved to straddle Hongjoong, leaning on his thighs and hovering your ass over his lap, facing forwards. Hongjoong held his dick straight so that you could impale yourself on him and you sank until he was fully seated inside of you. And you remained like that as Hongjoong connected his phone to the tv and began to play something from pornhub called “Good girls get Creampies”. You whimpered at the title.

“Mommy, I’m sorry,” You whined.

“The apology isn’t enough, angel. You have to be punished. You know you did wrong and now you have to suffer the consequences,” Hongjoong’s slightly-less-angry voice rumbled from behind you.

Your hips jerked to some degree while the ‘good girl’ on screen got pumped full of her Mommy’s cum. You whimpered as your swollen clit rubbed against Hongjoong’s pelvis. Even the teeny-est of sensations are making you suffer.

Hongjoong sighed heavily behind you, sounding disappointed. "Why do you make Mommy do this to you, little one?"

You sniffled and shook your head. "Want you inside of me. I always want you inside of me."

Hongjoong places a gentle hand on your head, patting you. "Are you saying it's my fault?"

You shook your head more aggressively. "Never! I just want to come!"

"Bad girls don't get to come from Mommy's cock,” Hongjoong reiterated. The pat of your head devolves into running a hand down your spine, causing you to shiver, and then both his hands grip your hips to ensure you stay still. “Now you watch what happens to good girls and you warm Mommy’s cock. Do you know how much I wanted to come home and make love to you, angel?”

“Mommy,” You cry out in sympathy. That hurt the most. It didn’t matter what Hongjoong did to you suddenly, it hurt more that Hongjoong couldn't find his relief in you.

“Now Mommy has to punish you instead. Think about that, little one. Think about how Mommy could have been fucking you in our bed, filling you full of Mommy’s cum, giving you a creampie of your own, if only you had behaved.”

“Yes, Mommy,” You said sorrowfully.

Hongjoong’s lips couldn't help but twitch into a small smile. Perhaps if you took your punishment well, he could do something for you. But only after. Punishment first because even though Hongjoong hated punishing you, he couldn't help but love a brat. taglist: @hijirikaww @flowerboykun @kitten4sannie @starillusion13 @flurrys-creativity @stardragongalaxy @a-soft-hornytiny

↜Mommy San ↝Mommy Yeosang

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thedarkeyedcaptain · 1 month

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So this is random, but I figured you would understand the feeling. I got chewed out by a lighteyes the other day and I'm torn between anger and amusement.

I clean pools, and one part of that is 'backwashing' the filter. Basicly you run the filter in reverse and pump water out of the pool along with all the crud the filter picks up.

I was backwashing for one of my customers, and one of the neighbors walks up to the fence and demands my attention. He procedes to inform me that the backwash is getting in his yard like I'm a lazy chull who couldnt be bothered to notice my suroundings.

I hate that. I hate when people assume manual labor workers are lazy, inconsiderate, and stupid. It doesnt happen very often, but the way this man was swinging his dick around and threatening to get my customer fined by the city just boiled my blood. I hate being talked to like a misbehaving chull.

On the other hand, its water. On his grass. It was so funny that part of me wanted to provoke him farther just because its such a stupid thing to be mad over. He could literally have just told me politely. There is absolutly no negative consequences to wet grass. It happens regularly in the spring. But no, he had to be big and tough and agressive. 🙄

Anyway. I thought you might understand the odd mix of indignant anger and amusement. You're probably down to commiserate about spoiled lighteyes who dont have enough to worry about. 😅

unsurprised but still properly horrified to find that not even my beloved spear is safe from vain light-eyed's nonsense 😔

I definitely get you my dude. For people who pretend to be all high and mighty, it is ridiculously easy to push them off their high horse. and they look so ridiculous when they fall on their butt, too. honestly the least they deserve after being a little bitch for no fucking reason. practically begging for it tbh 🙄

like. it costs you literally nothing to just. shut up. why waste your energy and go through the effort to make an ass out of yourself. for no fucking reason. like what is wrong with you 😭😭

anyways hope you're doing well rip. at least we can commiserate together my beloved weapon 😔✊

#speaking to the stormfather

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khazadspoon · 5 months

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Out of the outfit, i dont think Gil would be most eager to get pegged, but would take it best. And Mushy would be so good at sucking dick (or strap) and not realise what mindblowing head he could give. However, he is not jumping at the chance to get fack fucked like Rowdy is

Rowdy would say yes before he even knew what pegging was. He’s half naked by the time he realises what’s going to happen but then he’s like “oh nice, never done that, might be fun.” Rowdy tried everything once and then a second time to be sure he either does or does not like a thing.

Mushy is never given enough credit for anything and he doesn’t get the chance to let loose, just imagine how wild he could get if given the chance.

Mister Favor, aka mister boss, aka mister in charge, aka mister can’t have fun unless the herd is safe would be apprehensive and not want to do anything until he was away from camp and someone trustworthy was in charge. Then you’d get to it, he’d start to relax, and suddenly there’s a needy, sad, slightly crying man in your bed begging for more attention please and thank you.

Bonus mention for Pete who probably has the best dick but never says anything because he is too polite.

#rawhide

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aquavierra · 3 years

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sluttsumu · 3 years

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WHAT TURNS THEM ON

featuring: prohero!bakugou, kirishima, denki, sero

warnings: 18+, nsfw, no specific warnings

wc: 0.8 ??? roughly

a/n: i wanted to write some hcs for some of my fav boys, i got this idea from @c0rncheez ! AHHHH i’m finally writing for mha.

# BAKUGOU — ATTITUDE/ARGUING

he loves a girl with some attitude.

a brat, a troublemaker, someone that keeps him on his toes.

he has quite the attitude himself so he loves when you can keep up with him

bakugou is not used to people arguing with him because they’re scared, you on the other hand are not. and that turns him on, especially when you’re right and he’s wrong.

you that tiktok where it says “I love the kind of woman that will actually just, kill me” ? THATS HIM.

arguments are actually funny to him, especially when you get very bold.

because he knows he could have you crying, and apologizing while his dick tip mercilessly hits your cervix.

with him being raised by a dominant woman he craves those same qualities in a partner because he knows how to deal with that.

rather than someone muted and passive.

knowing you could go from firey and fiesty, to a whining moaning mess just giving into him, makes him so fucking hard.

# KIRISHIMA — CLASS

now we all know that he’s attracted to hotheads (bakugou)

but I think he is obsessed with the idea of a well mannered classy woman.

also i’m mostly using this in the context of sugardaddy!kirishima

I feel like he likes golddiggers

he loves a woman who knows how to take care of herself, who wants to be spoiled, who is cocky, but knows how to be polite and well mannered to everybody who deserves it

greedy whores is what i’m saying, basically

someone who can stay calm and composed during situations where their patience is tested. that’s the definition of a woman to him.

the only person who can break that composure is him, the only person that gets to see just how fucking greedy you are begging for his cock, and for him to fuck you full.

in reward for your class, he’ll spoil you accordingly.

he’ll practically stare at you with heart eyes drooling when the two of you were going out for dinner and he sees you wearing the brand new dress, and diamonds he bought you.

class isn’t just about how you act but how you present yourself, and you look like the biggest gift at the bottom of a fucking christmas tree to him. Beautiful on the outside so hard to unravel and all the good stuff is on the inside.

# SERO — TOXICITY

NOW DONT COME FOR ME ON THIS ONE

i think sero is in love with toxicity

honestly this goes more with the idea of possessiveness, but to know that somebody is addicted to you for the wrong reasons and will always end up coming back to you drives him crazy.

hate sex, makeup sex, breakup sex, ALL OF IT.

he’s a big tease and teasing you about how much you need him (when in reality you don’t he just wants to corrupt you into thinking that) turns him on.

you look so helpless under him, holding back tears because you know how wrong it is that you’re in bed with your ex AGAIN.

“you just cant stay away from me, can you?”

YEAH. THAT SHIT.

you’re not aloud to date or fuck with anyone else, why? because hanta will know, and if that person ends up sending you a text saying you can’t see each other anymore. you know why.

he knows that he just has to be good to you for a while, before going back to his insensitive ways, then y’all break up, and suddenly his face is stuffed in your cunt at 3am, you guys get back together and the cycle continues.

# DENKI — INNOCENCE

denki loves how innocent you act because he knows you’re anything but innocent.

you’re so nice around your family and friends always smiling and so dainty but such a fucking cockwhore behind closed doors. his cockwhore.

he knows better than anyone how much of a greedy slut you are, always begging, and asking for more.

so he finds it confusing sometimes about how coy and naive you act.

kiri says “you’re as sweet as ever” sero says that “the two of you are perfect for each other” bakugou can actually tolerate you.

all of his friends love you, they all love and know the version of you that you let them see.

but are completely unaware of who you really are at night.

it makes his cock stir in his pants just seeing you around others in public, and you just look so pretty, so delicate, so breakable.

he’s tried to fuck all of the innocence out of you but you will never let the act up? no, solely because you know how hard it gets him.

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tj-wrote-things · 3 years

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𝐇𝐞 𝐖𝐡𝗼

Nikolai Lantsov x fem!Grisha!reader

Based off of this ask

A/N- Hey besties, this is kinda late,, and i hate it but only a little bit. Can you guys like -stop requesting arguments??? pls its breaking my heart.

Mega thanks to @itisroe e for being my editor and shoulder to whine on :)

*Id like to take a moment to say that Nikolai is a bit of a dick in this one, and id like to reiterate that its never okay to invalidate or insult a so. I dont condone that type of behavior, im just writing it

enjoy:)

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If there was one thing Nikolai Lantsov knew how to do, it was pout. You caught him— more than just a few times— slouched over on the blush red couch with his arms crossed, face smushed into a scowl as he studied you packing your bag.

You sighed, casting an increasingly irritated glance at him as you folded the coarse cloth of your winter coat and tucked it away with the rest of your belongings. The weight would be too much to bear, but you knew it would be cold up north where you were headed alongside Zoya and the Bataars.

“I’m leaving at dawn, whether you like it or not, Sobachka.”

The King looked away briefly at your words, hating understanding that you were right. He hauled himself out of his seat and redirected his sulking to the world outside the large window. It was beautifully blanketed in steadily falling snow.

“Will you really make our last night together a bitter one?” you commented.

“It wouldn’t be our last night if you’d just let me come with you,” Nikolai huffed.

You exhaled, dreading that this would be the third time you had this discussion, which, in his world, was more so a debate.

The reason was simple: Nikolai had no business accompanying them. The objective of the mission to Fjerda was a peace treaty between the Drüskelle and the Grisha populous. As Nikolai fit neither category, it had been decided that he would stay back and continue to hold the country together.

“We’ve been through this: to bring more people on the expedition would only irritate the Fjerdans. Especially, the king of a country with which they’ve been at war for a considerable amount of time,” you reiterated.

Nikolai shook his head again, unwilling to accept it. He refused to welcome the fact that the love of his long life would be away and in perpetual danger for weeks.

The wind whistled as it bounded against the window, filling the room with a violent creaking.

“It’s dangerous, Y/N, why can you not understand—”

You cut him off swiftly as his voice began to rise, “You watch that tone, Lantsov, or I’ll—”

Now, it was Nikolai’s turn to cut you off: “You’ll what? Leave early?” The young man turned to you from the window and met your incredulous gaze. “Oh, don’t look at me like that. We both know it's your only vice.”

“My only vice,” you mocked cynically. “In what regard?”

Nikolai spread his arms patronizingly as if he were explaining the obvious to his childhood self.

“Your heart craves adulation,” he said, pointing a sharp, accusatory finger your way. “You’ll take any opportunity to leave Os Alta— leave me— and flaunt your gifts.”

Your heart thudded heavily in your chest. In anger or despair, you could not tell.

You would not lie to yourself. You knew with all your heart that, all things considered, your mastery of the Small Science was a blessing, hidden behind the mask of a devil. In the days you served faithfully in the Second Army, your gifts were revered and you were respected in the highest regard amongst your Grisha peers. However, in the years following the war, you became like everybody else.

It was at the behest of your husband that you progressively began to use your power as an Inferni less as the days passed. Ever the political mastermind, he had approached you one summer evening and begged you refrain from using your power in public, claiming that the presence of a Grisha Queen was too much for his fragile country to bear. In the beginning, you had agreed, for if there was one thing that surpassed your love for your husband, it was your shared love for Ravka.

You knew that relations between the Grisha and the others were strained, and so you agreed, taking your husband's hand and promising to limit the displays of glowing orange flames which had burned your enemies as well as warmed the hands of your allies.

It was becoming increasingly difficult to train behind a closed gate, under a roof, beneath the watchful eye of First Army guards armed with fire extinguishers. In fact, it had grown so stifling you had begun to resemble Alina Starkov when first she came to the Little Palace, with her pallor skin and brittle locks.

You brushed the aforementioned hair, now soft and healthy from the effects of tailoring, behind your ear as you placed the brush down and sharpened your stare at Nikolai’s face, shrouded in silver shadows from the icy light of the moon.

“Craves adulation,” you grumbled, knowing that if your voice rose any higher, it would betray every emotion storming around your heart. “Have a look in the mirror, Nikolai, and tell me which of us truly fits your description.”

His description, in all its insulting glory, fit Nikolai Lantsov to the tee.

Nikolai Lantsov, who would smile and wave to a crowd with a Sun Summoner on his arm, allowing you to watch with disdain from your place on a horse beside Mal. Nikolai Lantsov, who would hide behind a pair of gloves to escape the truth of what he had become. Nikolai Lantsov, who had pushed his wife into a state of sickness, albeit unknowingly, sacrificing her life’s blood for the sake of his country.

Nikolai Lantsov, who resolutely shook his head, running a hand through the already dishevelled hair on his head, before waving it dismissively, as if swatting a fly. “Please. You’d flick your hands for anyone who’d ask— if they clapped hard enough.” Nikolai moved for the bookshelf, drawing out a novel as if his words were mere small talk with an old friend.

Your anger blurred to shock. “Flick my hands—”

“Honestly, you take every opportunity to flaunt it. I’m surprised the Little Palace is still standing after having you inside for twenty years!”

There was no sense to his vile declarations now. Though, Nikolai could not see it. The anger, betrayal, and frustration at being left behind were all that clouded his boyish mind as he hurled one unkind word after the other.

“Nikolai,” You moved towards him, arm outstretched, eyes beginning to water. “Lapushka, please—” As your hand approached his, the storm heavier than ever. He wrenched his arm away from you, leering his head back to look you in the eyes.

“Truly, I can’t be sure why you haven’t left already.”

“For saints’ sake, Nikolai. Look at me!”

The dam broke as you flicked your hands, removing the tailoring to your appearance, unveiling the truth of your restrictions.

Nikolai stared with an open mouth and hard eyes as the warm winter flush of your cheeks was replaced with dulled skin, and the sleek shine of your hair was redefined with a brittle and unkempt bush.

“The only person from whom I crave adulation,” you whispered, “is the only man who’s too thick to look past a wavering mask.”

The Lantsov King swallowed, flipping the book restlessly in his hands. “Y/N—”

“Get out.” You left no room for him to argue, even when he opened his mouth once more. “I said leave!” You stalked to the door, pulling it open with a loud shriek of wood. “Now.”

Nikolai Lantsov, who spent the night in a guest room, in a state of perpetual regret.

No amount of tossing and turning brought any comfort to his aching heart, nor his pounding head. He flopped halfheartedly in the guest bed, stiff from lack of use, and from lack of you, revisiting the disgusting words he’d spat. The reason for them, however unjustified, sat heavily on his chest, suffocating him at an agonizing rate.

Nikolai Lantsov, who was afraid that— like his mother and father— you would grow to resent his blood, resent it for its stark difference to yours. The fear that you would regret your marriage to what your people called an otkazat’sya: the abandoned.

The King figured it was only a matter of time before the title served him fully.

It was reasonable, wasn’t it? To lash out at a time of vulnerability? Nikolai couldn’t be sure, having grown up in a family of despots who had never given him the time of day when it mattered most.

Watching the tailored facade fall from his wife’s face, Nikolai was reminded solely of his mother, who, like you, was coerced into moulding her face into that of the perfect queen, at the behest of her husband. He knew then that all he had said and done was wrong. Wrong to her, and wrong to her people.

How could he bring himself to apologize? To walk into their bedroom and beg forgiveness? Would she forgive him? Even if he stooped— a king in tears and on his knees for the woman he loved perhaps more ardently than the country he vowed to govern— would she, in all her scorned glory, crouch beside him, take his face in her hands, and kiss away his regret?

Could he expect her to?

Dawn came around all too swiftly, rousing husband and wife from their fitful sleep in separate rooms, and with it came your departure to the northern lands.

You stood side-by-side with Nikolai as the carriages were loaded with provisions, luggage, and gifts for the Drüskelle, refusing to look at him. Instead, digging fruitlessly in your shoulder bag as an excuse to keep your head down.

The call came from the footman as the time arrived for you to leave. You didn’t make it more than one step forward with your hand gripping the leather strap of your bag before a firm grasp was on your waist.

“Wait,” whispered Nikolai, tugging you back. He cast a glance at the guard, letting him know that they would need a moment. “I can’t let you leave— not like this.”

You held your gaze to the floor. Gently, he tilted your head back up with his thumb and forefinger. “Not now, not when you can barely look at me,” he continued. You held his stare as his hand shifted tentatively towards your jaw. “Not when I can’t be sure you won't come back to me, Milaya.”

You sniffled softly at the nickname, moving your own hand to his face and pausing to tuck away a loose golden curl.

“Please come back to me,” he said softly as if he were sharing a secret. There was an unspoken apology apparent in his reddening eyes while the seconds ticked by.

“Of course,” you murmured back, tipping his head down as you pecked his brow, then his cheek. “Nikolai, there’s not a thing in this world that could keep me away from you.”

You kissed him soundly, your hand running across the expanse of his jaw as he leaned into the tender forgiveness settled in your palm. When you broke apart, Nikolai took your hand from his face. He kissed your palm and walked you to your carriage. The King watched with concerned eyes as you took your seat.

Nikolai kissed your hand once more from his place on the ground and looked up at you. “Swear you’ll write,” he said. “Or I’ll crash the proceedings.”

You barked a hearty laugh, squeezing his hand as he tried to let you go. “I will,” you promised. “And I’ll see you when I come back.”

It was another moment before you let go of his hand. His palm hit the carriage door bearing the Lantsov crest. You watched as the carriage travelled further and further away, Nikolai’s frame disappearing into the horizon.

“I promise,” you whispered.

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mtfstuff · 3 years

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Little help

"Shit, I'm late.", Michael thought as he put on his watch. He slipped into his nice black dress shoes and corrected his tie in the mirror.

He took his jacket and left his appartement. He tried to take the elevator but it took him too long to arrive so He took the stairs. The sound of his heels hitting the ground with every step echoed through the stairwell. He never ran down the stairs as fast as on this day. He finally left the building and walked down the street. He became nervous thinking about the presentation he has to hold in front of his boss this afternoon. The presentation could be his ticket for a seat on the council of the company he works at.

He was so lost in his thoughts that he hardly even noticed that he was stopping because he subconsciously noticed something in an alley. Michael observed the alley and saw a man waving him over. Michael knew that he shouldnt go into the alley as that would be one of the places were murder happen or someone gets raped. But Michael always wants to help people if they are in trouble and this man looked like he could need some help.

"I still have 5 hours till my presentation. I can fill up my working hours after that.", Michael thought.

He entered the alley carefully, trying to watch out for any trap. He stopped 6 feet away from the man. Michael could now see that the man was probably his age and he looked hispanic. His hair looked well-groomed but he was definitely chubby. He only wore some dirty socks which had holes, underpants and a dirty shirt.

"Is everything okay?", Michael asked.

"I accidentally locked myself out of my apartment, two days ago.", he answered with a jeavy accent. He pointed towards a door on his right side. "The shop owner on the other side of the street has a second key for it. I cant go over like this." His hands made a move towards his dirty clothes.

Michael didnt know what to do. He felt uncomfortable in this situation. "Should I go over and ask the owner to give it to me?"

"He wouldnt. He'll only gibe the key to me.", the man answered. He made a pause. "Could I borrow your good looking suit so I can go and get the key?", he asked.

Michael was irritated. He never thought someone would ask a question like this.

"The shirt, pants and shoes would be enough too. No need for a tie.", he added.

Michael was tempted to do it. He wanted to help this man so bad. "But what if the man wouldnt return with my suit?", Michael thought.

"I'm sorry, but I wont take off my suit. I'm already late for work. I hope someone will help you.", Michael answered politely.

"Come on man, just for 10 minutes and I'll give it back.", the man begged.

"The answer is no.", Michael said and turned around to leave. He was almost on the main street again as he felt a pull on his right foot. As he looked down he saw that he only wore his left shoe anymore. Michael turned around and saw the man holding Michaels shoe his hand. "Only your pants and your other shoe, please.", he begged.

"Give me back my shoe now or I'll call the police you filthy homeless!", Michael answered briskly.

The man threw the shoe in front of Michael and mumbled an okay as he walked towards the back of the alley again.

Michael kneeled down to put on his shoe again and went to work after that.

He thought alot about the encounter at work. In the afternoon, the presentation went great. Michael got his seat at the council.

Over the next few days Michael forgot about the crazy man in the alley until he walked past it one evening. Michael thought that he heard something and watched the alley. He remembered the man from a few days ago and left towards his appartement. He took the elevator and opened his door. Michael entered his bedroom and wanted to undress. He bend over to untie his shoes as he felt a painful hit at the back of his head. Michael collapsed unconscious immediately.

As he woke up Michael noticed that something was tied around his ankles and wrists. Michael opened his eyes to see that he was tied to his bed, still wearing his suit and shoes. He tried to free himself until he noticed someone standing in the shadow of the corner.

"You wont be able to free yourself, even though you have those muscles.", a voice with a heavy accent said.

Michael knew that accent. It was the man from the alley.

"How did you get in here?", Michael shouted in disbelief.

"That doesnt matter.", he answered. "What matters, is that you didnt help me back then but now you will." He stepped out of the corner, revealing that he still wore his dirty clothes. "I lost my job because of you. Because you didnt want to lend me your suit."

Michael was shocked.

"But now I'm here for revenge.", he said with a devilish grin. "I mixed something together while you were at work." He walked over to a drawer and took out a bottle filled with a black liquid and a glass. He poured the liquid into the glass and sat down next to Michael. He grabbed Michaels throat causing him to open his mouth. The man poured the liquid into Michaels mouth and made him swallow it.

Michael felt how his body started to feel numb. He wasnt able to move anymore.

The man untied Michael and started to run his hand over his suit. He laid down next to Michael and pulled Michael towards him So that Michael was laying in the mans lap, between his legs.

"What are you doing? Stop that!", Michael said, trying to get his body to move.

The man let his fingers run over Michaels muscular body again. He played with Michaels nipples beneath the tight shirt.

Michael felt how the mans dick was rising and pushing against his back.

The man grabbed Michaels head by the back and pushed him forwards. He pulled of the suits jacket and let Michaels back fall against his belly. He took Michaels tie off and opened some buttons of the shirt. He pushed his hands beneath the shirt to touch Michaels abs. He took them out again and pushed them into Michaels pants. He fondled with his balls for some time until he pulled his hands out again.

The man pushed Michael to the side, left the bed and walked towards Michaels feet. He grabbed him by his ankles and pulled Michael towards him. He opened Michaels belt and pulled pants and underpants down to the ankle. He pulled his own underpants down, revealing a throbbing dick, and lifts Michaels legs into the air. He placed the legs onto his shoulders and strokes over Michaels otc gold-toe-socks and his hairy leg.

"Now you will feel how sorry you are for not helping me!", the man said grabbing Michael by the hips.

"Please, dont do this. Please.", Michael whimpers.

The man pushed his thick cock into Michaels hole. Michael mourned because of the pain. The man pushed in a fast rythm and shot his load into Michael. Happy with what he did to Michael, the man now stripped himself and Michael completely naked.

He took Michaels socks and put them on, followed by his underpants and pants. As he put on Michaels suit, Michael noticed a change in appearence at his own body and with the hispanic man. Michael himself started to loose his muscles and the hispanic started to loose his belly and gain muscles. The man giggled at Michaels surprised looking face. He put on the shirt, tugged it into the pants and tied the tie around his neck. At this point, Michael had lost all of his muscles and gained a small chubby belly. The man on the other hand now filled Michaels suit with his muscles.

"And now the finishing touch!", the man said.

He took both dress shoes and sniffed them. Michael could see how the dick moved beneath the pants. He was disgusted by the fact that the man managed to switch muscles just by putting on Michaels most beloved suit.

The man put both shoes on, bowed down and tied the laces. As he got up again. Michael looked at his own face. He didnt want to think about the fact, that he could look like the hispanic man now.

"Look at me. Dont I look fabulous?", the man said.

"Give me my body back!", Michael screamed. "You May look like me, bit you still have that heavy accent!"

The man giggled and ran his hands over his now muscular body. "Watch this.", he said.

He grabbed the jacket and put it on.

"How do I sound now?", the man asked with Michaels deep voice.

"Thats not possible!", Michael said. He was shocked as he heard himself with the thick accent the hispanic man had.

The man laid down again next to Michael and ran his fingers over Michaels now chubby body.

"I'll slightly miss this body.", he said. "But I'm more than pleased with yours Michael. Thanks to you I can now live a new life. I got a job again, where I earn enough money." He kissed Michael. "You know Michael, this wouldnt have happened to you, if you'd helped me back then. I would've returned your suit, but you were greedy. Now I'll live your life and help people. But before I start, I have to get rid of you tomorrow."

The man leaves Michael on the bed. Now standing in the doorframe, the man turns around one last time. "You have great taste in suits.", he said, rubbing his dick beneath his pants.

"As soon as I manage to move again, I'll find you and take my body back!", Michael shouted.

The man gigled, turned the lights for the bedroom off and closed the door. Michael was all alone in the dark.

#body switch #male body switch #body swap #male body swap #male possession #possessed #possession #male body transformation #male transformation #bodysuit

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hitoshisbabygirl · 3 years

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Author's Notes ♡: Here’s my part for the Auction Collab! As usual I love making blasty boy sorta soft (but still rough around the edges) instead of the often use of auctions being on the dark side I made it a bit lighter and not as dark. I hope I did a pretty good job with this and I hope you guys like it as much as I do (✿◠‿◠) ~ bunny ❥

Warnings : NSFW , some praising, also some degradation (sorta just a few words) , size kink if you squint, also slight edging, and a bit of a pussy job

Word count : 1.8k

Paring(s) : CEO!Bakugou Katsuki x F! Reader

Enjoy ♡

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Hearing the gavel hit the pottemum made and the final call of who won [. ] sighed, her eyes wandering to the floor as the disappointed sighs and a final was taken back into a room to get ready to meet who exactly won her ‘ i can't wait for this to be over’ Not having as much as she’d like , [. ] was on the lower side of money, being a cafe girl in a flourishing entrepreneur type of build was hard. She was offered a job as the assistant of the new boss and that hadn’t started yet, still a few weeks away. With that she did her other job as a caged dancer of sorts, but that didn’t mean people couldnt pay a pretty penny to get her. The bidding always made her nervous , she hated who could be clients and she didn’t want to keep letting men get that close to her. Knowing that a very large sum was being placed for her as she headed back she wondered who exactly would have bid so high.

Changing from her display outfit she heard a knock on her door. As expected a pair of men came in , one who she knew from being the bodyguard of whoever was the trophy , the other she guessed was the man who won. With a small smile to the guard and a nod from him he left, leaving the two “Ah yes miss [. ] , I’m come to get you on the behalf of my boss” the man said, bowing to her as her eyes widened at him, confused “So you’re here to just pick me up..?” She asked as the man shook his head , holding a hand to the young woman as he gave her a polite smile “ yes ma’am if you wouldn’t mind following me I’d take you to his property now” he said heading to the door with [. ] as she stopped a final time “well one last thing, what should i call you?” she asked the man as he gave her a soft smile back “Ah you could call me Mr.M”. The man, now named Mr.M said as [ ] gave him a small smile back , taking her put together bag with her , she followed the man out and to a fancy and luxury car. Heading to wherever this mystery man's estate was. Thinking over who exactly had bet and won on her made [ ]’s mind race ‘Was he old? How did he have the money to bid so high? And he has money to just send someone on his behalf? What if this man is him...Oh goodness…..’ Her thoughts were interrupted by the car stopping at a beautiful home, up on a hilltop of the city. Mr.M opened her door and held a hand out to her, helping her out the car and up the stairs to the main door.

“Well miss [ ] , my young master should be in his quarters. I'll leave you two for the night , he’ll ring for me if you guys need anything” With widen eyes [ ] gave him a skeptical look, about to question why he'd leave when she heard a thump from upstairs, being from right above them, signalling that someone was there. “It'll be quite alright, i'll only be a call away” with that Mr. M left , leaving [ ] in her thoughts as she slowly headed to the room her true bidder. Knocking onto the large and more luxurious door she was absolutely shocked by who opened the door “Oi M, did you get-” a bruting , shirtless blonde started to yell as he swung open his bedroom door, facing the shorter girl who was about to knock again. “Heh, well well well...Bet you didn't expect me huh darlin’ “ The rising young and wealthy CEO Katsuki Bakugou faced the now shocked and secretly excited [ ],who was glad it wasn't some old creep but terrified her that her in passing crush was in front of her.

“Mr B-bakugou?” [ ] said as the now large and built man moved towards her, pulling her into his large bedroom “I've been watching you...you were the cutest little thing i could see on my breaks and to know you were struggling for extra cash makes me feel bad sweetheart, you could've just came to me” He whispered as a shiver fell down [ ]’s back.”But sir I could never do that I’m just-“ before she could finish her statement she whimpered as she felt the hot lips of the young boss kiss right behind her ear, chuckling at her reactions to him. The grip of his hand on her waist was becoming tighter as he pulled her to the bed, the two of them falling onto the fluffy surface. “Cmon sweetheart, why don't you make some cute little sounds for me hm?” Bakugou rasped out as [ ] grabbed at his biceps , her nails leaving indents as she tried to hide from his burning gaze. “T-this is embarrassing Bakugou” She whined as the blonde chuckled “Call me by my name baby..” He whispered in her ear as he pushed himself even closer to her. Now chest to chest [ ] couldn't help but have to look up at the vermillion eyes that watched her every move, testing her to try and defy his overpowering stare. Still shaking in excitement and seeing how much she could test his patience, [ ] looked away from him, huffing as she hid her warming face. With that, Bakugou pushed a thick thigh between the sheerness of the dress that [ ] had on , feeling her pool between her legs.

“Hm? This wet and all i did was kiss you, heh you must be smitten with me huh?” Bakugou teased as she tugged at his unkempt hair, causing his smirk to turn into a groan as [ ] gave her own victory smirk “You're a good kisser..” She only said as she crashed their lips back together, keeping the blonde close as their tongues tangled. Feeling a large hand slide its way between her own thighs made [ ] pull away from the heavy kiss she and bakugou was having. Taking the hand from haphazardly around [ ]’s waist , Bakugou put that one under her chin to keep the now slightly trembling girls eyes on his “Look at me baby..ima take good care of you okay?” Bakugou said as [ ] blinked at him, feeling his fingers push harder into her little bud “Y-yes Suki..” She said as he let out a groan , smashing his lips back against hers as his finger slipped past her panties, rubbing her slickness back over the bundle of nerves. Hearing her moan between his lips made him give her mercy, pulling from the next kiss with a smack as he watched his fingers work under the dress she was in “Katsu..this isn’t fair..” [. ] said as she buried her face in his neck, biting at the junction she was perched in. Sliding her own hand down she reached for his own hardening problem, making the blonde jump as her smaller hands grabbed him over his sweats “Fuck..don’t do that unless you think you can take it” He warned, his hips moving and jerking into her hand that was now stroking the throbbing member. When a certain twist of her wrist made his tip leak through his pants he couldn’t take it, pushing his fingers deep into her warm walls, causing the duo to fall back even more onto the bed. “This isn’t a competition baby, I have to get you nice and wet so I can fit, relax and be good you needy slut” he huffed as he snatched her hand away, making his own dick angrily throb. Pushing the waistband down some he let himself spring free, the swollen red tip leaking with precum a sight to see as [. ] subconsciously gasped. “Ya like what you see huh?” The cocky boy tossed at her as [. ] herself just bit her lip, giving him a dangerously sweet look as she nodded her head to agree with him. “I bet you want it hm?” His teasing got worse as he pushed his hips closer, rubbing his tip against her fluttering lips as it pushed back and forth, pushing the hardest when it ran over her clit “Please Suki, it’s almost too much” [. ] groaned as she tried reaching between them to slide him in, only for Bakugou to growl, pushing her thighs together as he thrusted between them , the throbbing between her walls and his member made the two of them let out sound of pleasure. Feeling her clit constantly being hit by the mushroom top of bakugous dick [ ] felt herself get closer to breaking “I think I-i’m gonna cum-'' she whined as her hands went to tangle into his hair. BUt to her dismay, he stopped, lust filled eyes looked down at the tearing up ones under him

“Aww dont cry , youll get what you want” Bakugou smirked as he then slid in the now wet and sloppy mess he made between her legs, a shocked and loud screech falling from her lips as she tried to hold in the orgasm she was balancing on but all of that changed once he took a finger and traced over her sensitive clit, pushing her right over the edge. “F-fuck! Katsuuu” [ ] moaned out as he gave her a satisfied smirk, pushing her arching back down as he started to pound into her. “Cmon baby, gimme another one, i know you got it in ya” He barked out as he caged her in, his hands taking hers as nothing but moans fell from her lips, too high on her last orgasm to respond. Soon he felt her walls clench again and watched as her eyes rolled back another orgasm ripped through her “Thats it..good girl” kissing the pleasured tears that kept rolling from her eyes “ ‘ts too much..too much” She begged as he sped up, groans of ‘fuck’ and ‘cummin’ tumbling from Bakugous lips as he pushed as deep as he could `go, his dick throbbing as he filled into her. Her own walls spasmed one last time , a small but still intense last orgasm came through , mixing with the cum he filled her with.

As they came down from their highs , Bakugou sat up from her shoulder and sealed their highs with a kiss, holding the trembling girl in his arms. “Shhh it's okay baby i'm right here..you're okay” He cooed, kissing her forehead. Unknowingly to [ ] Bakugou wished for this ever since he met here at the cafe downstairs of his building. It didn't matter if he'd have to bet the most impossible and highest price to get her , no amount of money could suffice in his mind. She was smart, and driven, a hard worker and aimed to please. While she drifted on and off to sleep, he called the place she was auctioned at, telling them that she wouldn't be back and setting her to be his assistant at work. She was his, and no one was allowed to have her anymore.

#my hero academia #bnha #boku no hero academia #bnha x reader #circus dome collab!#the circus dome collab #bakugou x reader #bakugou katsuki x reader lemon #bakugou smut #bnha bakugo katsuki

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midnightmoonkiss · 4 years

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Oh, What A Ghost!

Ghost! Izuku Midoriya X Fem! Vampire! Reader

Summary: Being a pervert gets you punished, not that he minded.

WARNINGS!: Biting, oral (male and female receiving), face riding, fingering, butt stuff, blood, voyeurism, masturbation, orgasm denial, toys, a lot of nsfw content. Sub! Izuku

Category: Smut

Word Count: 5.4k+

A/N: Did I shove as many kinks into this as I could? yeah<3 HAPPY HALLOWEEN! :)

Just To Clarify:

They’re consenting third years (aka 18+)

There is a heiarchy but Izuku totally tears it down

This was a fun monster!au I made up :)

It’s Halloween lmao.

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@coupsieddori @desia2 @strwbrry-lia

“You’re such a pervert, Izuku~”

“H-HaaaH! (L/N)..! Pl-please-! I’m- mmMM!! I’m s-ssorry-!”

“Is that so?”

To be honest, you never thought this would happen, never thought you’d be given the opportunity to make a move on your crush in such a.. bold and licentious fashion.

He did have it coming, though, considering you caught him red handed.

Ghosts were always so sneaky and aberrant, their ability to walk or float through walls and turn invisible offering a plethora of possibilities for activities, both good and bad. You didn’t expect such an ‘innocent’ and kind boy to partake in such activities that his race was known for, and yet, you weren’t all that surprised when you found out that he lived up to the stereotype.

Then again, most monsters did.

It was mostly inevitable, after all.

Just like how ghosts were perverts, vampires were sadists. And that’s exactly what you were.

Poor little Izuku, he had no idea the true trouble he got himself into, and on such a respected night as well.

Halloween.

October 31st.

The holiday was bigger than any other, the entire island, or at least the participating parts, went all out with decorations every year.

From lights to festivals, everyone went nuts.

It was the day that worshipped the supernatural, after all.

In a world where humans and creatures, previously thought as myths, coexist, humans have always overpopulated the monsters, and so schools built just for them popped up all over the globe. The one you and your dear friend, Midoriya, attended happened to be the most famous one, known for using monsters ability to fight against those who used it for wrong. It truly was thrilling, and it saved those previously in public schools from the bullying that occured all too much.

The school, UA, was like a pot of stew, all kinds of monsters mixing together. Werewolves, witches, wizards, zombies, vampires, ghosts, and so many more. Though, most typically stuck with their own group, but it wasn’t uncommon for people to branch out, just like how you were friends with a ghost and a zombie.

It took society a long time to accept monsters, and some still dont, but who needs them anyway, right?

Besides, to you, monsters were much more fun, especially when vampires and sirens were considered the top of the hierarchy.

Ghosts, ghouls, and zombies were at the bottom, their power not all that great, but vampires and sirens, alongside werewolves, were at the very top, the most well respected and feared monsters.

Though you were looked down on by your fellow vamps by befriending a ghost, you couldn’t care less.

As months flew by, and two school years came and went, you found yourself falling madly in love with the man who captivated you.

If he didnt float and walk through walls sometimes, you wouldve assumed he was a different class from how he held himself, strong, and not weak and defenseless.

You loved it.

But there was always something that made you question him sometimes, how he’d disappear without saying a word, how he’d be flustered around you one day and not the next. It was strange, but you never looked into it.

Little did you know, the dirty little ghost was up to absolutely no good.

His.. habit manifested out of fear, ever since that summer camp that occurred the first year, and he saw how badly wounded you were, he grew protective of you, even if you were miles ahead of him in strength. He’d check up on you somtimes, turning invisible and poking his head in through your dorm room window.

He knew it was wrong, peeking into a girls room- at night.. but.. he couldnt help himself.

He swore he would stop, but he never did.

One day, he happened to catch you.. doing quite a lewd act. He knew in his gut he shouldve floated away, to not be a peeping tom, but his large green eyes were glued to your perfect body, and how your fingers dipped in and out of your wet flesh with a squelch and moan that made his virgin cock twitch in his shorts.

Was it wrong to grab his dick, bucking into his hand as he watched you get off to an audio?

Maybe..

No, it definitely was!

But you.. you were so!!

So hot!

He lost count of the amount of times he’s cum on his hand watching you cum on your own, far too many.

But he slipped up today, let a moan escape past his hand and suddenly your ruby red eyes met his own.

He knew you couldnt see him, but he knew that you knew he was there!!

You smirked, showing off your sharp fangs, “Izuku.”

The pure shock he felt from hearing you say his name made him manifest into thin air on accident, collapsing to his knees as ghost costume covered his indecency.

There was a Halloween party tonight, and he dressed up as his race thinking it was funny- but it wasn’t really funny anymore.

And so, that led him to where he was now, willingly beneath your naked body glistening with sweat from the full moons silvery light pouring in through the window as you ground your bare pussy against his sensitive cock.

You pinned his arms above his head, your hungry gaze boring into his soul, he couldnt deny how hot it was, or how true your words were.

He was a pervert.

“Y-yes!” He cried out, tears pricking at his eyes from the embarrassment he felt at being caught, “I’m s-sorry..!”

His breath caught in his throat when you leaned down, your face hovering over his own.

“Mmm.. I don’t know if I can believe you, ‘Zuku.. How can I know you’re really sorry?”

You batted your eyes at him, pouting, such a devious thing to do.

“I-I’ll do a-anything t- haaahh.. nn.. t-to prove it..!”

He was so cute.

“Anything?” You pondered.

“Yes-“

You cut him off with a kiss, and you couldnt help but grin when he moaned against you.

This kiss turned into another, and another, and soon you were finally making out with him. It was sloppy and uncoordinated, but eventually you both fell into a rhythm, him whimpering each time you rolled your hips against him.

Swiping a tongue over his quivering bottom lip, he eagerly opened his mouth, just for you to invade his maw, greedily sucking his sweet tongue into your mouth, causing him to give in and buck up against your sopping warmth, giving your clit delicious friction.

“Mm-!”

Pulling away, his mouth chased your own for a second, “H-hah-! (L/N)!”

Pressing a finger to his plump lips, you pushed his head back down against your pillow.

“Say.. you wouldn’t mind if we’re a little late to the party, would you?” You smiled coquettishly down at the squirming boy covered in scars and freckles.

Gulping rather loudly, he shook his head, eyes wide and face burning red, his hormones going wild. How could he say no, when his crush was rubbing her naked self against him and enjoying it?

He would be a fool, a damn fool to say no, he wanted it too much. He wanted you, and he would say just about anything, do anything you wanted, to have you.

“Mm~ Good boy.” The praise went straight to his gut, butterflies forming and going wild inside him, making his hands clammy.

Reaching over, you dug around the drawer of your nightstand, pulling out a pair of red and black leather handcuffs that matched your curtains and rug.

Izuku let out a whine as his wrists were cuffed to the bed, giving in immediately.

“Bad boys don’t get to touch.” You teased, tapping his nose and watching as it wrinkled.

But this just meant you couldn't get his shirt and ghost sheet off, not that you particularly minded. You didn't need him completely naked.

Fulling slipping off him, you watched for a moment as his cock twitched, begging for you to come back to it.

It made you giggle, and he flushed like a cherry.

Sauntering over to your closet, swaying your hips in a hypnotic way Izuku couldn’t ignore, you dug around, soon finding the glittery box you were looking for and pulling it out, showing it to him with a cheeky grin.

“W-whats in that.. (L/N)..?”

“(Y/N).”

“Huh?”

“Call me (Y/N), love.”

“O-oh…” Biting his lip, he looked conflicted for a split second, clearly inwardly debating if it was okay, before stuttering out your first name, only adding to the joy you felt.

Flipping the light switch off, your red fairy lights hung around the room made it glow crimson, your favorite color, especially on him.

The red glow made the atmosphere that much more romantic and sexy, his eyes reflecting the colors. It was like you were in the red light disctric in a dirt cheap hookup hotel, about to fuck your boyfriend who insisted upon not getting caught. How utterly disgraceful, and yet the thought excited you.

Setting the box down beside him on the bed, you sat at the bottom of the mattress, in front of his sock covered feet, noting how his hips wiggled impatiently and how he looked away with his teeth digging into his bottom lip.

Still so shy despite you rubbing yourself on him earlier.

“Look at me, darling.” You purred, dragging your nails up his leg to catch his attention.

Hesitantly, he turned his head, nervous eyes meeting your own.

It was rare that he saw them so red, the signature sign of a hungry vampire. They were captivating, and he found himself diving into their depths, drowning in you without you even touching him.

Placing your hands on his knees, you spread his legs apart, eliciting a mouse-like squeak from him.

Even with his pants on, he felt so bare..

His heart jumped to his through when you gripped the hem of his pants and boxers, “Mind if I take these off?”

How polite of you..

He nodded his head, unruly green locks bouncing as he did so, squeezing his eyes shut.

“GAH” He screeched when you suddenly used your vampiric speed to pull them both down quickly and toss them so fast to the other side of the room that they slapped against the wall like a wet fish.

He was stunned, staring blankly at them, about to question it when he was cut off with a guttural groan, your lips suddenly wrapping around the tip of his weeping cock.

“H-hah-! A-ah! (L/-)- I me-an (Y/N-N)—! Wh-! MMMM!! Oh!!”

Despite your own mess covering his member, which definitely delighted you, you could still taste the salty precum dripping out as your tongue licked over his slit, his back arching from the stimulation.

He couldnt help but buck up pathetically with a mewl, only to have his hips pinned down to the mattress with one of your hands.

“Ah, ah, ah~” You whispered against his tip, piercing eyes cutting into his skin like a poisonous knife as you dared him to fight against your hold.

He gulped, accepting his fate with a shaky breath.

Content with his obedience, you licked along the underside of his cock, savoring his musky flavor.

“Hnn! Hoahh..”

He was so.. vocal.. even with the slightest touch, you’d get a reaction out of him. It was fascinating, and only made you want to see how much more you could pull from him before he lost the ability to speak a coherent sentence.

Slipping his member back into your mouth, you swirl the tip of your tongue around his bulbous, flushed head, reaching up to grab the discarded lube you had left on your bed,

“MmMm! O-oh..! My G-gosh..! Haa-!”

Squirting some of the clear jell-like liquid on your palm, you wrapped your hand around his shaft, smiling when he jumped, just to start pumping you fist up and down.

“G-GAaAh! Oh, (Y/N).!”

He himself found it hard to not thrash around from the intense pleasure he was feeling at the moment.

He couldnt help the drool slipping from the corner of his mouth as you began to bob your head up and down his member whilst simultaneously twisting your hand up and down his shaft, squeezing in places that made his mind go blank for a second.

He just felt so good!

It was so much different from pleasuring himself!

He had no control over his ecstasy, no control over how fast or how slow you went, and he loved it-!

“HyAAh!” He cried out like a girl when you suddenly deepthroated him, his tip pressing down your throat as you wet mouth squeezed and sucked on him like your favorite lollipop.

His hips fought against your hold as his head flung back, tears pricking at his eyes as you sucked him for all he was worth, his poor, over sensitive cock.

“O-OH! Oh, NnnNGH!! HaaA ! AAaaAh! (Y-Y/N)..!!!”

His handcuffs clinked together as his body began to shake, a warm feeling spreading in his lower stomach as his muscular thighs began to tense.

His orgasm hit him like a freight train, out of nowhere, intense, and electrifyingly cosmic.

His hazy green eyes rolled back, tongue flopping from his mouth as white hot and tangy cum squirted from his dick down your throat.

You greedily sucked it down around him, causing his entire body to jerk and twitch, cries and babbles fleeing past his spit-slick lips, the oversensitivity making his nerves burn in an oh-so good way.

Popping off his softening cock, you crawled back up his body, staring down at his cute, chubby, sleepy face.

You pinched his cheeks, pulling at it, successfully catching his attention and making his darkened eyes focus on you.

“O-oh-!” He stuttered, face burning impossibly hotter as he watched you seemingly savor his flavor with lidded eyes.

“We’re not done yet, Izuku.”

Your statement made him freeze like a deer in front of headlights. What else was there to do?

He already came.. oh!

Wait!

“Y-you didn’t.. c-cum..” He bashfully averted his gaze as you nodded, gears turning in his head again as he recovered from his high.

He knew exactly what you wanted.

“You know, you have such a soft and adorable face,”

“Wh-“

“Do you mind if I sit on it?”

Was this your way of asking him to eat you out?!

How bold!

How could you be so bold!

Despite being nervous, he nodded his head, smiling giddily.

He had watched plenty of videos, had taken a plethora of notes, and even, as weird as it was, practiced on multiple fruits.

He was nearly positive he could please you.

He wanted to.

He needed to, to hear your own sweet moans caused by him.

He wanted that so bad.

Without thinking, he opened his mouth, eyebrows pinching together as he stared pleadingly up at you with his tongue out and ready to please.

He was such a good boy.

Standing up on your knees, you walked forward, your dripping pussy soon hovering over the excited boys mouth.

Lowering yourself, your thighs wrapping around his head, you were immediately met with an eager tongue lapping at your dripping folds.

“Oh~! My, s-someones enthusiaststic-!”

Bracing up urself on your hands and knees. You made sure not to suffocate the poor man as he rapaciously ate you out, sucking your puffy clit into his mouth and giving it much needed attention.

“Haaaah.. Izuku..! You’re such a good boy for me, eating my mm.. pussy like its your dinner!” You gasped, fingers threading through his messy green locks, pulling at them just to feel the vibrations of his moans against your clit.

You bucked against his mouth, riding his tongue and grinding down against his teeth.

“Mm-mmh! Hnmm…” His moans were muffled, wet licks filling the room.

He could feel your juices dripping down his chin as he was willingly smothered with your womanhood, completely trapped under you and beyond happy to obey.

His tongue dragged over your pretty pink labia, prodding at and slipping into your clenching entrance, slurping up your mess.

He could eat you out all day and never get tired, he was sure of it!

And your noises of pleasure were heavenly.. music to his straining ears. And the way you combed through his hair, he somehow felt like this was just as good as cumming, making someone else feel good..

But you suddenly lifted off his face, his tongue still moving for a second before he stared up at you with childish confusion.

His face was red and covered in your liquids, a true mess.

Chucking, you leaned back, wrapping your hand around his cock that sprung to life over the course of his meal, “I want to cum on your cock, Izu.”

Your dirty words made his heart jump and his member twitch in your grasp.

“P-please..” Though he knew he was going to get just that, he couldnt help but beg, it felt like he was supposed to, or that he had to- for himself just as much as for you.

“But first..” you trailed off, finally reaching into the box and pulling out multiple things that made him involuntarily buck impatiently into thin air.

In your hands, you held egg vibrators, a black cock ring, and a red ribbed vibrating dildo.

He gulped audibly once more, and you were positive if he were a werewolf, his tail would be wagging with those hearts in his eyes.

“Do you know what these are?”

He nodded his head. Gaze trained on them as you fiddled with the devices.

“Have you any idea what I’ll be doing with them?”

He shook his head, innocently smiling at you, the cheeky shit.

“How about I show you?”

With that, you lubed up your finger, diving between his legs, pressing against his clenching hole, circling around it.

“H-haah..” His heart was pounding so hard it felt like he was at a concert as your finger slowly pushed in his tight hole.

“Nngh!” His cheek pressed against the pillow at the weird feeling of someone entering his body in such a way.

You finger thrusted in and out of him slowly, feeling around his warm, gummy walls for a certain button you knew he would enjoy having pushed.

His thighs were splayed wide for you, cock resting on his toned tummy covered by a white sheet.

You could only hope he didnt ruin his costume with how much he was leaking. He certainly had a sloppy dick.

Leaning down, you pressed kisses to his freckled inner thigh, pushing in a second finger and watching in amusement as he slowly got into it, embracing the feeling of being filled with your digits.

It wasnt long before you managed to fit in a third finger, grinning at how his ass practice swallowed them, “God, Izuku.. your ass is so greedy for my fingers, you keep sucking them back in~”

“A-aah! (Y/N)!! D-don’t say such-!! Nnghnn! Lewd th—things!”

“Hmm… I wonder… where is that pesky little spot..”

“W-what-? AH! H-AahAh! NGHH! Oh-oH! F-FaH! FuCk!”

“Bingo.”

You finally located his prostate, giving it no mercy as you aimed your fingers to press against it with each time you pushed and curled them inside him.

But from his thighs tensing beneath your lips and his cock twitching, you knew he was close again, and that was no good.

“A-AAaaAh! I’m!! I’m g-gonna! C-cu- hAh?!”

You pulled your fingers out, wiping the lube onto the sheets below you as he wiggled like a worm on the sidewalk, desperately bucking his hips and begging for you to give him more.

“Oh, I will..” Smirking over at him again, the glint in your eyes made him moan and feel like prey. You, a lioness on the prowl, and him, a mouse with nowhere to hide, completely bare for you, “But not just yet, baby. This is a punishment, after all.”

Though he was embarrassed at first with having his thighs spread so wide open, exposing every intimate part of himself to you, he didnt feel too shy anymore. You didnt judge him at all, in fact, you swallowed him whole. It was mind numbingly pleasant, and he never thought he would ever get to experience this, not even in his dreams.

For it to come true.. and to find out you were a kinky lady.. he was enthralled.

Leaning up, you captured his lips in a kiss again, giving him time to calm down as you once again molded your lips together in a lustful heat.

He learned quick, his kisses becoming lasting as he met your pace with wet smacks and tongues brushing against eachother. His own passed over your fangs, and you both shivered when a drop of blood entered your mouth.

You inhaled sharply through your nose, eyes practically glowing in the red light of the room as you tasted him. He surely had the best blood you had even tasted before, nothing at all like how ghosts usually taste! They were bland and boring, but him-! He was nectareous and saporous.

“Fuck, Izu.. you taste so.. magnificent..”

You licked his tongue again, holding onto that single drop of blood for as long as you could, his flavor making you keen with delight.

His lips parted to speak, but he was once again cut off with a lewd moan as you shoved the dildo halfway into his readily awaiting ass.

“GuaAh! W-wait!! It’s..! Too much!” He panted heavily, tears streaming down his cheeks from how good the vibrating phallic shaped object felt inside of him, almost like it was mixing his insides up like a blender.

“Mm, should I? You look like you’re enjoying this, Zuzuku.”

“Mmm..!! H-aAAaA..!”

Pushing further into him, you got the entire toy burried deep in his walls, pulling it back out, fucking him with the plastic object.

His thighs were spread so wide he feared they’re snap off at the hip as he rocked his ass on the toy, vision hazy as continue to cry out.

“HAAAAHH!! AAAH..!”

He screamed when the toy pressed against his button, pounding against it and making his legs turn to mush as he bucked so hard his heavy cock bobbed in thin air, slapping down against his stomach continuously.

Just when his eyes were rolling back again and his jaw was lax, about to cum, you pulled the toy out, “(Y/N)!!”

He sobbed in frustration, desperation building inside him to cum, even going as far as to try and drag you back with his legs.

“You cant cum yet, Izuku! We havent even used all these fun vibrators yet!” You held up the three vibrators with one hand, an all too innocent smile plastered on your face whilst he looked completely wrecked.

“M-mmh! B-but-!”

Not giving him time to talk, you grasped his leaking cock, pumping it a few times, watching as he tried to fuck into the tunnel you created.

Grabbing the black cock ring, you stretch it on his awaiting member as he whines, knowing full well he cannot cum with such a device on. It would be torturous, but he was being punished after all, even if he had aready cum and his mind was turning to goo, he still remembered that. Of course you would make it so he couldnt cum again.

Taking the vibrators, you taped them around him, one snug just under his slit, and two against his sensitive spots.

Turning them on, his back arched impossibly high off the bed with a wail, involuntarily fucking up into the air from the intense stimulation.

Content, you sat back, pushing the vibrator in again and turning it on.

You swore he was going crazy as he let out garbled moans, “G-guAAh! F-fucgh!! NAAh! Mm! Yo-ou.! Youguhhh..! MmeaaAAh!”

He was finally incoherent, steams of tears pouring from his eyes nearly consumed by his pupil, trying to fuck himself onto the vibrator and fuck into air.

He was a slobbering mess, body twitching and convulsing like a possessed child, your name spilling from his lips and muddling with other words on a praise.

“You’re so beautiful like this, Izuku… so wrecked and horny.. my little cum baby.. I bet you wanna cum, huh?”

Your hand slipped between your own thighs, slowly rubbing your clit as you got off to the gorgeous view before you.

Sweet and innocent Izuku Midoriya, the nerd of class 3A, your best friend who always helped others before himself, driven mad with pleasure, practically going insane- all by your doing.

It made you feel even more powerful than you already were.

Hearing a wet squelching, his curious gaze traveled to you, moaning heartily once he saw you fucking your pussy with your fingers, all while gazing at him with such a smolder he felt he was going to burn up. Hell, he already was burning up.

He felt hotter than the sun, and so ready to burst at the seams, but he couldnt.

“M-misstress! Pl-ehHAH.!! NHh! RidehuAh! Me..!”

What did he just say?

“Say that again, Izuku,”

“R-rAhIde-!”

“No, no, sweetheart,”

You pulled your fingers from yourself with a wet pop, pressing your hands to his sides and feeling him up under his shirt, gazing into his own once more, “before that.”

“Mmm..! Misss.. tress! H-haH.! Nnhgh..!”

Mistress. Now theres a word you never thought would fill you with joy.

Licking your lips, you decided enough was enough.

Grabbing his cock, you pull the vibrators off of him, immediately hovering yourself over him and sitting down with a hearty hum until he bottom out inside you with a cry of pleasure.

“GuAAAH!! (Y/N)!!! You’re!! So-!! NnnGh!! Mmmh! So tight-! Hahh..!” The vibrator still in his ass mixed up his insides, turning them into a liquid as you began to bounce on him like a trampoline.

He felt so good he didnt know what to do anymore, words he couldn’t comprehend bubbled past his parted lips, an onslaught of tears pouring from his ducts, pins and needles stabbing him everywhere in such a good way as he was overstimulated to the max.

Your walls hugged him like a vice, so warm and cozy, he wanted to be buried inside you all day.!

Inside you.. he was inside you!

You were fucking him so good-!

A smile made its way to his wrecked face, tongue hanging out of his mouth, sweat making his hair stick everywhere, he was connected with you…

He loved it.

And you loved him, that smile on his face warming your heart, but that familiar thirst stung the back of your throat, and your eyes were hyper focused on his neck covered in a blush and freckles.

His own cock was so big you felt like you were being stuffed like a Thanksgiving turkey, but that wasnt enough to take your attention away.

Collapsing against his chest covered in clothing, you buried your nose into the crook of his neck, inhaling deeply as the vibrations of his ecstasy rumbled in his chest and sung in your ears.

His scent overwhelmed you, made you delirious as you couldnt help but lick at his neck, nibbling and pulling at the skin.

His head lolled to the side, “bite— h-Huah! aaAH! Nnghhh!! MmMMmmhh! Bi-aAh-te! Me!!”

Bite him..? He was? Okay with it?

Well..

If he said to…

Your fangs sunk into his skin, blood spurting into your mouth and making your hips move inhumanly fast, he was so good..! Your eyes rolled back as you greedily sucked, his moans growing chopped, stuttered and louder.

He was slowly turning translucent beneath you as your fangs sunk into him again, and again, and again, blood flowing down your mouth like a delicious waterfall, savory and sweet, honeydew pine forest.

Blood smeared his skin growing more clear with each second as he lost his grip with reality.

“NgGHH! HAAAAAH!! MISTRuhUuESS! HAA-Ah!!”

The bed began to creak beneath you, your bounces growing more and more powerful as you felt yourself grow closer to sweet release, the blood pulling you higher up the mountain of ecstasy,

Suddenly, there was a loud snap, and a copious amount of thick cum filled your pussy, stuffing you even more to the point your belly had a small bulge from his cum. The feeling made you clamp down on him and cum with your own cries of pleasure mingling with his, fire exploding behind your vision as lighting shot down your body.

The bed suddenly broke beneath your bodies, but you were both too lost in ecstasy to even care, crying out eachothers names.

You collapsed on top of him completely, and it was then you noticed you couldn't see him at all, entirely invisible.

Catching your breath, you stared on in confusion, fleeing up his body but unable to see it.

“I-Izuku??”

No answer.

Had he passed out?

“Izu-?”

You’d feel around for a heart beat if he had one, but he didnt, no undead monster did.

Taking a deep breath, cheeks flushed and skin sweaty, you sat up, Izukus now flaccid cock pulling out with a wet pop, his cum immediately flowing messily down your thighs.

He mustve had a pretty fucking intense orgasm if the damn cock ring snapped. Who’s ever heard of that happening before? Certainly not you.

Given a minute, you uncuffed his invisible wrists and pulled the vibrator from his ass, turning it off and tossing it to the sheets.

Geeze.. what a mess…

Checking the time from your alarm clock, you were now 34 minutes late for the ghoultastic party being thrown in the school.

Oh well.

If Izuku was a human, you were sure he wouldve died from the blood loss by now, but being undead certainly gave more leeway for fun activities.

Sitting back, you gathered his spare blood on your fingers sucking them into your mouth and savouring his taste. God, you could get used to something this good.

It was like his blood had nicotine in it, you were instantly hooked.

By the time Izuku woke up, he was fully wiped down, dressed, and practically ready to go.

It was clear to him you had cleaned things up, but how long had he been out for?! How embarrassing! He even lost control of his invisibility! Ugh.. you must think he’s a toddler… only kids lose control!!

“You okay?” Your honey sweet voice caught his attention, eyes snapping to the other side of the room where you emerged from the bathroom.

“O-oh! (Y-Y/N).. I.. um.. I’m okay..” He felt so awkward now.. would you pretend nothing happened? Ignore him? Tell everyone he was.. a peeping tom?

He wanted to believe you were the nicest person out there but he was so terrified of you shunning him, even after such.. licentious activities.

Besides, he wasn’t entirely sure how to act right now, after having s-sex with you. He felt clammy and nervous.

“You look pale,” you chuckled, grasping his cheeks and pulling them so he’d be distracted.

You noticed that look in his eyes, and knew it well. Self doubt. You wouldnt accept that.

“Hahah… well, I am a ghost..“

Your lips pressed against his, for the thousandth ime that night, but he didnt mind.

Sighing out his nose, he relaxed into the innocent kiss with a small smile.

You cupped his face when you pulled away, admiring him.

“Hey.. your eyes are (e/c) again!” And just like that, his face lit up, “Well, I did have a nice dinner.” Your tone was playful, yet he couldnt help but burn with a fresh blush, rubbing at his neck where no doubt a bunch of bite marks laid.

“Quite a delicious one too,”

“(Y/N)!!”

Sitting down on his thighs, you wrapped your arms loosely around his shoulders, nuzzling your cheek against his, “How does your ass feel?”

“GAH!” He wrapped his arms around his head, leaning forward as practical steam came from his ears from how embarrassed he suddenly was. What a nice change of scenery.

“Hm?” He was clearly a virgin after all, you wanted to make sure he could walk.

“I-it’s… okay..”

Pecking his warm, freckled cheek, you hopped off him, diving into your closet again and pulling out a basic vampire costume, one you had purchased days before at a costume shop.

Izukus heart leaped in his chest, “You had.. the s-same idea as me?”

You nodded your head, easily slipping the attire on in front of the flushed boy, “I guess we can go as a goofy couple!”

He felt warm, so very, very warm. How you accepted him after catching his perverted act, he had no idea. All he knew was this warmth was something he wouldnt mind getting used to, monsters werent known for being warm, after all.

“Yeah.. that sounds nice.”

Here’s hoping no one spiked the punch.

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artemis-fowl-angst · 3 years

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Part two of the fic I posted recently

(Anyone have name suggestions?)

TW: Ed mention, sleep deprivation, obsession, paranoid thoughts, this is an Atlantis complex fic

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Chapter 2:

Wednesday, 1:46 AM, a cafe about .5 KM from St. Bartlebys school for young boys.

Nearly a month had passed since that conversation with Dr Po and the two had since met two more times, once to discuss the texture issues that Artemis had mentioned, a meeting Artemis had managed to weasel his way out of by setting fireworks up on the roof and setting them off 35 minutes before the session was to start, and then framing a kid who had made some less than kind comments about Artemis’s sexuality. Killing two birds with one stone.

The other meeting was to discuss unrelated events involving a murder of crows being set loose in the gymnasium.

Artemis was sitting alone at a table in a small cafe’ that was, for some inexplicable reason, still open at this hour. He was quite busy ignoring the rational part of him that was insisting that he go back to the dorms and sleep for the first time in two days.

This was always the most tedious part of an invention, sorting all the calculations and running digital tests before making a prototype. He had to do it all manually because numbers like these would crash any sorting algorithm, and Artemis hadn’t gotten around to creating his own yet. So here he was, doing 6th algebra to save the world.

Time passed, he wasn’t sure how long, over an hour, maybe two

2=2(x+6)

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Five, it’s a good number, it’s solid and it’s predictable

5 10 15

An easy pattern, it’s safe

“Artemis Fowl?”

He looked up, shaken from his thoughts, coffee refill.

“So… not to intrude, but don’t you think that 10 cups of coffee is enough for one night”

Artemis nearly snapped back at the barista but caught himself. She didn’t deserve it, she was trying to do her job and help him, gods why are you always suck a dick to everyone? They don’t deserve it. You always drive everyone away what is wrong with you? It’s your fault, your fault, your-

“Yes I suppose you’re right”

She looked relieved, all the cafes Artemis frequented knew of the vampiric kid who would come in, order an obscene amount of coffee, and tip £100. But if you pressed the wrong button you would have your ego destroyed.

“Goodnight” he picked up the last coffee and his laptop and stood. Leaving behind nothing but a warm seat and an overzealous tip.

10 cups of coffee, 5+5 two fives, ten. five, a reliable number, a steady number, a good number. Maybe with enough time and patience, he could figure out a way to make all numbers a multiple of five...that… makes absolutely no sense, what? Artemis pondered as he walked under the streetlamps on his way back to Dublin.

He felt like his sanity was slipping, eh, probably just the sleep deprivation. Despite the ration line of thought, however, something still felt off. He checked his phone, 2:01 AM. it’s not safe to be walking outside in Dublin at this hour, especially without Butler. Someone could be following him, someone could mug him, or kidnap him, one of his enemies could send someone to assassinate him. Oh gods why did he make too many enemies that was so stupid, now they’re all gonna kill him because they all hate him, it’s his fault they hate you it’s your fault your faultyou r f au l t yourfalut yourvfalutht y o u r f a u l t.

That’s irrational, you’re panicking, calm down, you know what to do. Breathe, in and out and in and out. That’s it, good job.

He took a deep breath, attempting to assuage the feeling, as he entered the dormitory doors.

“Why are you still awake? It’s 2 AM.” the voice of someone he really didn’t want to talk to right now.

“I could ask the same of you Principal Jones sir” Artemis replied, tongue practically dripping with sarcasm. He clearly had a retort, but it died in his throat as he got a look at the boy.

“Are you okay?”

“I beg your pardon.” he responded, putting emphasis on each word and phrasing it less like a question, than a chance to change the sentence. That second chance was not taken.

“You look… sick” he hesitated before speaking the last word, as if searching for a more polite way to phrase it, before giving up.

“Name a time I haven’t.”

“No, I’ve been teaching for 16 years, and I know when somethings wrong”

16, that’s four times four. Four fours, bad, bad luck, death, no-

“Yes well you dont know me, so maybe you should reevaluate your position on the matter.”

“Still, when was the last time you ate? Or slept?”

Artemis rolled his eyes. “I just got back from a cafe, and i was planning on going to sleep before you interrupted. On that note, what are you doing in the commons so late?”

The man just shrugged dismissively, Artemis decided to drop the topic, afterall the idea of that plush blanket on his bed was far too tempting to pass up.

He slipped into room 93, changed into pyjamas, and hit the covers. After all those days of work, of the ice cube project consuming all of his energy, he allowed the sleep deprivation, mental and physical exhaustion to overtake him.

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lilyharvord · 3 years

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Omg describe the parent trap au pls I'm begging you

AH! Okay! I've got five requests... means I have to do it XDDD

(bear in mind I had this idea before broken throne came out and we knew Cori and Shade were a thing)

1. Mare and Cal are still young, they're dealing with the ramifications of everything. Mare gets pregnant, they have twins. Their relationship sort of falls apart... and they go their separate ways, each one taking a twin daughter. Mare to Montfort, Cal to the States

2. Some years later (11) the twin daughters both end up at the same sort of camp thing (not sure exactly what's going on there, but they do). They totally hijack each other and end up being forced into an isolation where they only have each other. Then they realized: HOLY SHIT YOUR MOM IS MY MON AND YOUR DAD IS MY DAD. Then they hatch their "master plan" to get Mare and Cal back together. One daughter Coriane (Cal's) and the other Avery (Mare's) switch places, going back to the opposite parent in hopes that they will have to come back together to switch them back.

3. Shenanigans obviously ensue. And Cori realizes horribly quickly that Mare is dating someone... and Avery kinda didn't know about it. The guy (who is not Tyton because I Would NEVER slander that boi like that) is an asshole period. So Cori has to be a snappy little shit and tries to break them up. I just have this one conversation in my head where the guy confronts her and is like: For your information, I adore your mother, she's exactly the kind of woman I always dreamed of marrying. And Cori just leans forward and goes: and my mother's political and military standing wouldn't have anything to do with that... would it? And he goes from being nice politician guy to straight dick in .2 seconds and leans forward to day: listen here puss, I'm marrying your mother in three weeks, whether you like it or not. Is that clear? And once I do, I'm shipping your ass off to the Lakelands. And that's when Cori sends emergency message number 1 to Avery in the States who has been busy ignoring her panic because she's having the time of her life with her dad.

4. Anyway, Julian is the one that figures it out, cause he follows Avery after she runs out to place an emergency call to Montfort to tell Cori to hang in there. He makes Avery tell Cal and we get the cute scene where she's in his office and she has a little suitcase with her, and he laughs and asks where she is going when she buries her face in his shirt. And all muffled says: I'm going to find Cori. And he laughs again and says: I see Cori, so where is she exactly? And she just kinda sniffles looks up at him and says: In Ascendant, with her mom Mare Barrow. And Cal just kinda of looks up at Julian who gives him that little smile. And then he cups Avery's face, lifts it up to look at her, and says: You're not Cori.... you're Avery? and then he puts it together. They decide to go to Ascendant to switch them back. Cal is low key a wreck all the way there, and Julian goes with them with Sara because he's low key gotta chaperone his stressed out nephew still. (Little does Cal know that Julian, Sara, Cori, and Avery all planned it so that they go to the place Mare/Fiance are looking at for their wedding, without Cal knowing what's happening, and without Mare knowing anything at all.)

5. They all end up there, They get separated from each other for a split second and when they happens, Cal ends up spotting Mare getting into an elevator with her asshole fiancé, and she literally almost falls over leaning to the side making sure she is actually seeing her ex-husband and not a ghost of him induced by her low key guilt over remarrying (especially since who she thinks is Avery has been so very opposed to it). Then Cal goes up (mind you, he may be slightly drunk cause... it's funny in the movie, so it works here) runs into both the girls, and finds out Mare is getting re-married, and they try to convince him to stop it, but he won't hear any of it, and tells them he is only there to switch them back.

6. Cal goes down ahead of the girls, and is in the bar trying to get something to deal with the raging headache he has, and who does he run into but Asshole Fiance who is so freaking excited to realize it's him because wow, political ambitions to the max there.

6. Anyway, they go down to a garden and the girls are sitting there with Julian and Sara, and Mare is literally on the HUNT for Cal. She's so confused why he's here, etc. etc. Then she spots him walking down the stairs of the garden (it can be in slow motion while he's adjusting his jacket if you like 😏) and she literally runs into someone, and ends up in a fountain. Cal pulls her out, and she's just looking up at him shocked and confused, and then the girls show up and explain what they did and Mare's just baffled until she laughs and hugs them both. They sit down, Cal gives her his jacket and they talk for a second and Mare just says: I can't believe this... seeing them together, seeing you again... I just-- And then asshole fiance shows up and is like: FINALLY! There you are! Oh um...oh good, you've met! Honey, I was just speaking with him in the bar and um, we were talking about some trade deals, and um wait, I dont understand how did you two meet? and Mare... why are you all wet? and Mare just looks at Cal and goes: you're doing a political trade deal with my fiancé? and Cal's like: i didn't know he was your fiancé? And then Mare's like hahahaha how did we meet? How did you two meet? And Fiance just goes: Am I missing something here? And Mare going: hahaha this is one small world. Cue Avery popping up near his elbow and saying: Hey. And then him sniffing and going: hello. And then Cori popping up and going: Hi, how's it going? And him having a small freak out before Mare sort of grimaces and says: Um... did I ever mention to you that Avery was a twin? And he's just totally put out and grumbles: you neglected to mention that little detail. And the girls are more than happy to introduce Cal as their dad, and fiancé just goes: well, this is a small world. And Mare just awkward grimaces and says: and getting smaller.

7. Anyway, the girls make them go on a cute little date, and they sort of talk about why they broke up and why she left, and we get my favorite dialogue exchange from any movie every made and Mare says: well, I got on an airship to Montfort, and... you didn't chase after me. And Cal just sort of leans forward and says quietly: I didn't know you wanted me to. Then we cut to the next day, they're agreeing to send the girls back and forth between them for certain things, and then low and behold their trouble making daughters show up wearing identical outfits, and the girls give them their proposal. They will tell them who is who after they go on the camping trip. (Aka the one Mare takes Avery on every year in Paradise Valley). Cal crouches down and says: This one is Cori, I'm sure of it. And the one he's point to who is actually Avery just smirks and says: Are you sure dad? You wouldn't want to take the wrong kid all the way back to Archeon would you? And then they're forced to agree to said camping trip.

8. Cue my absolute favorite part of the 1998 movie, where we cut to the fiancé going: AND WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO FOR FIVE DAYS? STAY HOME AND KNITT? And Mare just turns around and says: listen, we're in a bit of a situation here. And then Cal's coming down the stairs from the Barrow's town house with his backpack like: 🙃 I have such bad timing. And Fiancé turns around and says: hold on, why is he going? And mare's irritated as all get out so she just snorts and says: because it's part of the deal... we go on this trip... together. And then Cal walks up and being the little shit he is says: is there a problem? And the guys just looks him up and down and goes: Yes, as a matter of fact, I'm not so sure I'm okay with this. And Cal immediately knows how to make this man's life fucking miserable, so he says: Oh I completely understand. The ex in the next sleeping bag is just... so awkward. And Mare just puts her head in her hand and Cal gives this guy his best sympathetic grin and says: which is why I suggest you go with them. And the girls in the truck are like: DAD! NO! And Cal's just like: No I insist. And then the guy is walking down the stair, looking for all intents and purposely like a jackass, and Cal's behind him, already trying to contain his laughter. And the guy gets in the truck, looking annoyed as all get out, and the girls are pissed, and Mare's just looking at Cal like: I can't decide if I wanna kill you or laugh with you. And then Cal just pats the side of the truck and says: alright have fun. And the guy kinda leans across Mare and says: I mean on second thought, maybe this isn't the best idea... I mean... I"m not much a... nature person. And Cal's like mock horrified and says: No, no you really should. This is a great opportunity for you to spend time with the girls and get to know them. And then he gives that jack as his prize winning, shit eating grin and says: Cause starting next week, they're half yours. And Mare just sticks her tongue between her teeth with her smile and puts her shades on and drives away. Cue Kilorn coming up next to Cal and smirking with him and saying; Oh I would pay BIG money to see that man climb a mountain.

9. The camping trip goes miserable, they come back early cause the girls create chaos and the fiancé leaves. Delivering the key line: Once we're married, I'm shipping those BRATS off to Tiraxes. Got it? IT's me or them, take your pick.

They come up the stairs to the town house and Cal's there (wearing super comfy clothes) and is mock shocked when he says: what happened? And the Avery just goes: we've been grounded. and Corie comes up behind her saying until the end of the century. And Cal's just like: why? What happened? and Cori says: we played a couple harmless pranks, and [insert fiancé's name] got a little upset. And Mare storms up behind them and says: Upset? A little Upset? Then she glares at the girls and then at Cal and says: But like father like daughters. You're grounding starts now. And the girls go inside, and Mare just kinda stays out there, fiddling with the engagement ring she took off and says: One day I'm going to have to thank them for this. And then Mare and Cal kinda of have a cute little conversation and then that night, they have their little romantic moment where they almost kiss, but then Mare pulls back. The next day, they leave. (At this point they weren't in Ascendant, they were in a smaller Montfort city near Paradise Valley). So Mare goes home. And once she and Avery get there, they walk into their apartment, and Cori's sitting on the couch, and Mare's just like: oh... um hello. And Cori just smiles and says: it took us about two minutes after you left to realize we were never letting you go again. And Mare's like: us? And then Cal comes out, and is like: us. And Then we get my Second favorite dialogue exchange of all time where Mare goes: so what now? Am I supposed to... to say that we're going to work all this out, that we'll... fall in love again and raise out children together and cry hysterically? And Cal just pulls her close with a smile and says: Yes, to all of that. Only you dont have to cry hysterically.

Then we get happy ending cause YAY the girls won and their parents are back together. Anyway, as you can see I've thought about this AU for far too long and I actually came super close to writing it but then decided, eh better not.

#(*ask lily*)#(*shut up lily*)#red queen #glass sword #kings cage #maven calore #broken throne #post broken throne #marecal #the eternal ship #my writing #my fanfics #Parent Trap Au

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