prince! enji todoroki x poc friendly! fem! reader x platonic! todoroki kiddos
content warning: alcohol mentioned but no one is drunk, breeding, creampie, overstimulation, fellatio (f! receiving), afab! reader, man-handling, bruising and marks, choking, fingering, mating press, different positions are mentioned, fellatio (f! receiving), overstimulation, manhandling, prey/predator dynamic, breeding kink, unprotected sex, creampie, multi-gasms, poor reader gets stuffed repeatedly, pregnancy mention (as expected), this has not been beta-read, there’s other things in here that i am too lazy to tag but nothing too horrible
word count: 8.2k
author’s note: welcome to another chapter! this boy’s long overdue so i hope you enjoy it! reblogs, comments, and likes are appreciated especially if you want to keep reading more! thanks! btw the taglist is still open!
HER day couldn’t get any better than this, it beat having to spend some time back at her kingdom doing little to nothing aside from attending a few meetings here and there, and it certainly beats having to stay in that stuffy dining room with Enji and his mother for the entirety of breakfast. Y/N had decided to sit with the children for the time being for the duration of the meal, even going as far as to try some of the sludge that had been prepared for their nourishment (which she quickly regretted upon getting a taste of it). Well, that was one thing to put on her list for things to change once she got married to the prince.
As you sat at the table with the children, you looked around at all of them in curiosity, listening to them chat about random things as kids do. Minji had disappeared to do her work while you decided to stay there in the servant’s quarters. Dabi and Keigo happened to be the oldest of the bunch so they had been given the task of watching the younger kids but now that you were here you were giving them a little break and allowed them to chat with each other.
You observed the conversation between the bubbly blonde and the redhead, chuckling softly to yourself as you noticed how quick Dabi was to blush whenever Keigo would say something cutesy to him. How could a four-year-old be so flirtatious? It made you laugh just thinking about it.
Time seemed to fly by as you sat there, getting acquainted with all of the children as if they were your own, you even asked their opinion about whatever they wanted to talk about, enjoying yourself as they rambled on and on about things that intrigued them. But, as usual, all good things must come to an end and soon you were back on the road in the horse-drawn carriage back to the castle. Before you had made your departure it was decided that Enji and his mother would come soon to further discuss the marriage proposal in about a week, giving you plenty of time to prepare yourself for what was to come in the future. Though your parents seemed a little wary about the idea of you getting married to him, you assured them that there was nothing to worry about, at least you hoped there would be nothing to worry about. Even with you being so adamant about your marriage to the prince of Ignis, your parents still had their reservations about it, rightfully so considering you were their only daughter and their firstborn.
That day soon came when Enji had arrived, his mother had decided to stay behind, or more like Enji had told her to stay behind considering how much of a bitch she was the last time when the two families had had a sit-down.
When he arrived, he was greeted by some of the guards who then escorted him to the meeting room where everything was going to be held. The differences in sizes of their kingdoms were apparent, a mental note he stored away as he considered the advancements of both his kingdom and Tenebris. Surely, there was much more than meets the eye, Tenebris had managed to hold a near fearsome amount of power for such a long time so he could only assume that it wasn’t weak which was always an advantage in his books. And even if it were weak his abilities and the combination of their kingdoms would only make it stronger.
Content: The reader is the daughter of Jeremiah Jesus that was previously married to Tommy Shelby. But after finding out her husband cheated on her she decides to leave him in the middle of the night. Taking his heart and his unborn daughter with her.
Ada looked at her brother in wonder. After everything that’s happened why does he still wish to expand to London? “Why?”
“Why not?” Tommy countered as he looked around the house from his seat, making sure nothing was out of place.
“Did we already receive a warning about expanding to London? I nearly got raped for christ sake!” Ada scoffed as she stood up from her seat walking towards the door. Tommy, as if on cue, followed behind her.
“Ada just think about it. I promise it will be safe. Karl will probably be able to make a few friends in the process.” Tommy urged as he stood in the door way.
“Don’t try to use my son against me to fuel your business endeavors. He’s all I have left and I will not risk his life for a quick buck.”
“That’s not true. You have the rest of us as well.”
“John, Finn, and Aunt Pol, yes. You and Arthur? No. You don’t get the right to talk about family after what you did to Y/n. She waited for you during the war and was with you during the after effects. And what did she get in return?” Ada hissed, a glare deep in her green eyes. Despite how angry she was, she made sure to keep her voice stead as to not alert her son who was probably playing in his room. Tommy clenched his teeth, jaw flexing as he listened to his younger sister’s scolding speech. He knew how much you meant to his two youngest siblings, that much was understandable. You were like an older sister to them almost a second mother. So the attachment they had to you was strong.
Tommy didn’t say anything, instead he looked almost uninterested. If it wasn’t for his tense jaw and shoulders Ada would’ve thought he didn’t care at all. “Ada..”
“You cheated on her. She was so kind, so warm, so understanding. She was like sunshine. And you cheated on her. I’ll never forgive you for that. She helped Aunt Pol raise Finn and I, so obviously she has a big place in my heart. But I didn’t expect her place in yours to be so small. I guess getting your cock wet was more important then your wedding vows with her. Because you were right. You didn’t deserve her.” Ada said in an icy tone, a white knuckle grip on the door knob as she tried her best to stay relatively calm. “Maybe if you were faithful I’d have another niece or nephew.”
“So are you in or not?” Tommy said firmly, obviously trying to stray away from the current conversation.
“I’ll think about.”
—
You held your lovely child against your chest as you laid in bed. The soft curl of the eyelashes to the twitching of their toes had you mesmerized
Youmadethis.
Imperfect you made something so perfect, small, and cute.
Just the thought of it brought tears to your eyes. Your little girl was your saving grace. If not for her you doubt you would’ve been able to handle Tommy’s infidelities. You loved her more than imaginable from the moment you knew she existed.
Your perfect little Amaramias. A Graceful Love.
Rubbing her back slowly caused her to let out a soft yawn, her gloved covered hand twitching in the process. As her eye opened you stared into them happily. God you loved this child.
“Hey baby. Did you have a nice nap?” your voice was soft as you held her. Her soft cooing and leg kicked caused you to giggle and sit up. As you were sitting up you cradled her while you freed one of your breast. “Is Mommy’s little princess hungry?”
Amaramias took a moment to latch on but when she did she suckled freely. Your baby was quite happy and calm, making your life easy but even is she was difficult you’d love her no less.
If yall can’t tell by now, I like yanderes. Maybe it’s because I grew up in a family that never told me they love me or because they body shamed me into an Ed. But the idea of having some love me, evening it’s unhealthy, just hits different . So with that I was thinking of making another blog solely for yandere and smutty shit. Or should I just post it here? What yall think?
Summary|Ransom Drysdale may be Boston’s most eligible Alpha but he has his eyes set on you. With his inheritance hanging in the balance, he won’t take no for an answer, whether you like him or not.
“You can’t be serious, Dad,” Linda hisses, leaning forward in her chair. “You’re okay with this?! She markedhim!”
Harlan leans back in his chair, a slow and easy smile appearing on his lips as he nods. It’s obvious that Linda is furious, her hands carefully smoothing out her pantsuit while she tries to maintain her composure.
“It was only a matter of time, just like I told you. And yes, I’m completely serious. He has my blessing. I wanted him to find a proper Omega. It appears to me that he has.”
“I wanted him to have fun. This isn’t fun, Dad. This is a commitment. Come on. Do you really think Ransom can be in a relationship? He mated her, sure. That’s a given. But she has a hold on him now too. I had plans -”
“Of course you did,” Harlan agrees, narrowing his eyes at her. “You wouldn’t be my daughter if you didn’t. Our special guest is for Ransom, isn’t she?”
“She’s an Omega,” Linda sniffs, tilting up her chin pointedly. “Comes from a strong family. Very submissive.”
“That isn’t what he wants.”
“He’s an Alpha. Of course that’s what he wants.”
“Ransom already has an Omega. Linda, I’m warning you. This isn’t going to turn out the way you think it will. I will not have Ransom’s Omega upset over this surprise, nor will I let her be embarrassed. She’s gone through enough that I will disclose to you at a later time. But rest assured that this plan of yours will not succeed.”
I noticed Runaway Bride is getting alot of traction but after thinking about it what do you guys think of a Nobel au! Peaky blinders being added to it? I’m stuck between regular and nobel right now
Content: The reader is the daughter of Jeremiah Jesus that was previously married to Tommy Shelby. But after finding out her husband cheated on her she decides to leave him in the middle of the night. Taking his heart and his unborn daughter with her.
Humming softly you looked down at the closed eyes on the chubby face you’ve grown to love. Her lashes curled delicately at the ends in a way that you knew resembled you. The way her brown skin glowed in the sun also resembled you but the blue eyes behind those closed lids you knew weren’t yours. The baby was strapped securely to chest as you picked up a ripe tomato to examine.
It was grocery day after all. The one day you leave your humble abode from hiding.
But unbeknownst to you, a pair of green eyes watched you from afar. Said eyes watched you as if they were looking at a ghost. And in a way you were. You did disappear with no trace left behind after all. You didn’t regret it though. You knew you couldn’t tell your father, mother, or your brother about your plan to run. Your father and brother were close with the Shelbys after all. And your mother wanted grandchildren. If any of them knew you’d be locked away worse than Rapunzel.
When you found out you were pregnant you were happier than ever. But who would want to stay with a man that was cheating on you? Who would want to stay with a man whose job puts you in danger? Not you, that’s for sure. So you left behind both Y/n Shelby and Y/n Jesus to become Y/n L/n. To your small London town you were a kind young widow who could do no wrong. A shy ray of sunshine in an otherwise dreary world also ready to help.
The spying green eyes silently watched you as they held hands with a small boy. She wanted nothing more to approach you, but she knew and understood better than anyone why you left.
Placing the tomato in you basket you continued to hum softly to yourself as you bounced the sleeping baby. You little Kori was a calm and adorable baby. She was born late but was still pretty small; however, to you she was perfect. Every curl that sprouts from her head was and is beautiful. She was all yours and you hoped nothing would change that.
—
Ada Thorne sighed as she entered her home. Karl, the young 4 year old, ran straight in laughing happily after an outing with his mother. Walking into her living room she sighed and looked through her purse. She was happy you were doing well. Even more happy to be able to see you after almost 2 years but seeing that baby strapped to your chest complicated thing. As she was lost in thought she almost missed the sound of her door opening. Her head snapped to the side as she carefully reached for the gun she had in her purse, ready to shoot the intruder if they were a threat. Only when she saw her older brother did she roll her eyes and put the gun down.
“I thought I told you to stop making copies of my keys.” Ada huffed as she plopped down on the chair behind her, holding her hand out.
“You did. But this is way quicker.” Tommy said as tossed the keys into the empty hand of his sister. “Where’s Karl?”
“Upstairs. Now what do you want?”
“I need your help on something.”
“Is it dangerous? If so then no, I have a son to look after.”
“Its not. Quite the opposite actually.”
This caused Ada to look up from the mail in her hands and cross her legs in interest. Tommy walked toward the table and sat down across from her, arms crossed as he went into business mode. “We’re thinking of opening a family friendly pub. Something like that is the best and most inconspicuous way of getting information.”
Ada scoffed at her brother in slight disbelief, “Since when did you care about being inconspicuous? Maybe if you had that attitude two years ago my precious sister in law would still be with us.”
Tommy’s jaw clenched but he knew he couldn’t retort because Ada was right.
Pairing- Virgin! Yuji Itadori x Black! Escort! reader
Summary- As a popular escort your used to annoying little boys hitting you up to “make them real men”, but yuji itadori will make sure you understand there’s nothing little about him.
Content warnings- Fem reader, Fem anatomy, Aged up character, Hes not a vessel in this/no sakuna, Mentions of past sexual encounters, Porn without plot, Taking of virginity(not readers), The reader starts of as a dom but turns pretty subby, kind of hatefucking/degradation, yuji is packing…
The moment your doorbell rings, your entire mood is fucked up.
You made sure your customers knew your hours, and for the most part, they were respectful about that. You just wrapped up a scene and finally sat down. “ Man fuck” You grunted, sitting still on the bed for a moment, hoping whoever was at your front door would get the message and get the fuck on.
Sadly whoever it was seemed to be very persistent.
You sighed and rolled out of bed, “ Fuck I’m coming!” You yelled , the constant ringing and knocking starting to piss you off. When you finally made it to the door , the pink haired man standing there startled you, He damn sure wasn’t one of your usual’s and he couldn’t be more than 20, looked fresh out of highschool.
When you finally made it to the door, the pink-haired man standing there startled you, He damn sure wasn’t one of your usuals and he couldn’t be more than 20, looked fresh out of high school. You get ready to slam the door in his face, too tired to put up with a little boy’s shit when a red shoe-clad foot jams into your doorway.
You open the door again and stare at him for a second before speaking “The fuck could you possibly want? ” You sigh. The pink-haired boy looks around as if it is his first time buying drugs or some shit.
“I ad’ a friend tell me, you’re good with H-helping p-people with -things” He whispers.
“Man speak the fuck up” You deadpan, it was way too late for this shit.
I had a friend-One of my friends tell me you help, with -um Sexual things y'know"
“ A friend”
“Pale guy, b-black spiky hair, you wouldn’t have forgotten him i- I think,” The boy says shifting his weight to his other foot.
You think back. A pale man with black spiky hair?
“That might as well be half of my clientele, what of it, ” You say rolling your eyes.
“ look, I heard that you’re willing to take, a guys-virginity if he pays you well enough, so” He speaks up cheeks darkening.
Of course, he would be a fucking virgin. You really didn’t have time for this.
You go to close the door again before he speaks up “ I have money-a lot of it I think -um”
That catches your attention.
Virgins were usually easy money, sensitive one pump chumps, by the looks of him, he’d probably cum buckets once you touched his cock.
What was one more customer, and you could always use the money.
You stick your hand out and he fumbles around in his pocket before pulling out, pulling out -Way too much fucking money, of course, you aren’t going to tell him this, You snatch it over quickly and thumb through the bills.
25000 yen.
Man, you loved virgins.
“ You have an hour dipshit” You sigh opening the door all the way. He eagerly walked in.
You drag him to your workroom, a medium-sized room with the typical equipment, lube, toys, rope for the kinkier fellows, and push him on the bed.
“ I just changed those sheets so let’s make this quick huh?” You groan, reaching for his pants. “ Uh yeah-sure,” He says, eyes blew looking around in amazement at the many toys decorating your walls. when you finally get his pants down Your hand brushes past the tent in his boxers
“How are you already hard, Fucking perv” You grumble more to yourself than to him.
“Y-you um should be carefu- The boy starts thighs tensing.
"Shut the hell up."You snap.
You pull his boxers down expecting to see a modest dick, you were not expecting for it to spring out and smack you in the face like something out of a damn porno. "F-fuck” you yelp.
“S-sorry but I told you -you should be careful” He mumbles.
“Yeah, yeah what fucking ever” You shout “You think your the first guy ive screwed whose a little bit bigger than usual? You’ll be spent in the next five minutes bud” You spit as you began stroking him, hand barely wrapping around his full length.
“You don’t really have to s-suck it, I wanna eat you” He whimpers.
“Like I’d let a clueless virgin fucking eat me out” You almost laugh
“B-but I paid for it” He mewls like a fucking kitten.
You get up, rolling your eyes as you abandon his handjob in favor of laying back on the bed, It was his hour to waste, and even if he couldn’t make you cum, you’d still be 250,000 yen richer.
“Fuck ever man just hurry it-
Before you can finish your sentence the boy is already between your thighs. "Shhit-mmfuck hold up”
He’s lapping at you like someone who does this shit for fun, completely different from the amateur kitten licks your used to receiving from virgins.
“Shut the fuck up, you can’t take it” He groans, “This fucking sweet brown cunt tastes even better than Megumi said, fuck”
“Who-Whose, Meg-Megumi-
"Don’t fucking matter ” He says tongue darting in and out of your pussy.
“The only fucking name you need to be worried about is Yuji Fucking Itadori, say it for me baby”
“Y-Y” You whimper Hips starting to buck.
“You must watch-shit a lot of porn, you’re k-kinda good at this ” You smirk
A hard slap to your clit causes your hips to jerk off the mattress.
“You’re fucking annoying, so bitchy but it’s no wonder you can keep so many customers with a cunt this fucking perfect.”
The lewd filth falling out of his mouth makes your pussy flutter, what happened to the blushing virgin that was here a moment ago surely this couldn’t be the same guy. Your hips quiver as he sucked at your clit, your entire body shaking.
The boy- seems to notice that you’re right on edge and pulls his mouth away.
“Nah uh-uh, You were talking all that shit about me only lasting five minutes and you think I’m about to let you cum that easily? Yuji questions, wiping your juices off his mouth. "The only place you’re fucking Cuming is on my cock.”
His cock. You’re every teenage fear, of course in your line of employmentyou were used to seeing your share of well-endowed men, but the sheer girth of him had you feeling as if were your first time instead of his.
“I’d say your wet enough” He beams “You got a condom?”
You motion over to the nightstand’s drawer and he fiddles around in it for a second before looking back at you “ Aww darn, you don’t seem to carry any for my size, s'shame, guess ill have to go raw.”
You want to punch the shit-eating grin right off his face.
“Whatever, just -fuck- come on, let’s get this over with.” You groan, trying to keep your voice as steady as possible so he doesn’t pick up on how needy you are.
He climbs between your legs and you’re surprised he didn’t ask you to flip over or try some ass crazy position from his favorite porn like the multitude of virgins you’ve fucked. “Didn’t - Didn’t take you for a missionary man” You whimper
“You’re fucking cunts clamping down on nothing” He grunts, thumb circling your clit, completely disregarding your tease.
“Y'know Megumi said you got wet, but fuck I didn’t think you’d make such a fucking mess” He groans lining the mushroom head of his cock up with your entrance.
You expect him to ease it in, with his size n all, but he shoves in with one crude motion, and your entire body buffers as you gasp for air- clawing at his chest.
“S'rry baby” He grunts as his hips buck forward, slowly rearing out of you.-
“I know if I tried to do that gentle shit you would -Fuck-started running .” His thumb finds your clit again and the feeling of the stimulation along with being so. Fucking. Full. is almost enough to send you over the edge, your legs involuntarily wrapping around his midriff.
“You should say sorry for being s'fucking mean to me” He groans as he starts his slow paced in and out decimating of your cunt. You can do nothing but whimper, the feeling of being stretched out s'fucking good, you can barley think, let alone form an apology.
“But you can’t can you?, too fucking cock drunk, to fucking say a word.” He laughs smugly, accentuating every word with a even deeper thrust, and you wish more than anything to prove him wrong, give him one of your typical comebacks but you know He’s right, you couldn’t talk if you wanted to.
“What’s, the matter baby, I thought I wasn’t the only the only guy you’ve screwed that’s a little bit bigger than usual, right?” Yuji grits out, “The way this cunt is clamping down on me makes me think I’m in a league -fuck-all my own. "Why don’t you say it, why don’t you cum on my fucking cock and tell me i-Im the best you’ve ever had”.
You try to bite your lip, bite your tongue , dodge your eyes , anything to keep from giving into him, but soon enough your giving in" Y-Your the besstt, i-ive had Yuji “ Your choke out as you cum waves, body gyrating . You feel his cock twitch once, twice , three times before you feel the warm substance flood your insides.
You’re pulled out of your cock drunk state almost instantly, and his hips stutter to a stop.
Before you can get single word out He’s already thrusting agian.
"m'sure i gave you enough for a p-plan b .” He whispers as he shallowly thrust back in. Your eyes roll to the back of your head.
“I should charge you for going over an hour "You groan.
Ima just start making black/poc readers and not specifying that the reader is black/poc… the same way yall make white readers and don’t specify that the reader is white .
“You blushed ”
“Your face turned red”
“He ran his fingers through your hair”
“Your hair fell around your face”
“your pink c*nny”
“You licked your rosy lips”
Anything regarding pale skin?
And the way yall mfs are shit at writting black readers if you arent black is laughable.
“I know how to write black readers i grew up in the hood”
Summary- As long as you’ve known Katsuki Bakugou , He’s never been the type for commitment. you were ok with that at first - but after a while his fuck and dip lifestyle started to leave you feeling used and drained .You were thinking today you’d finally have the strength to break things off with him , but as usual Bakugou seems to have different plans.
Content warning- semi-established relationship, manipulation/blackmail/dubcon ,Possessive Bakugou,Black reader, Body descriptions, fem anatomy, fem reader, dumbification, Porn with plot, degradation, Bakugo’s pretty mean, civilian au/no quirk 18+ MdnI
You knew he wouldn’t be there when you turned over.
Katsuki’s presence was something that couldn’t be ignored, and right now your room couldn’t feel more bare.
You knew he wouldn’t be there when you turned over, the same way you knew he had left as soon as you fell asleep. Long gone and on his way to stick his dick into anyone who’d let him .
You knew all of this, yet that didn’t stop the sharp pang of reality from shooting across your chest and settling stubbornly in your heart when you flipped over to find a very, empty bed.
The reality is you don’t mean shit to Katsuki bakugo.
But even as you’re left with only his traces on your body in the forms of hickies and deep bruises, you cant bring yourself to actually hate him. He told you what this was from the start.
“Nothing serious, none of that relationship shit.”
Sleazball, Slut, Passed around?sure- but you cant call Katsuki Bakugou a lair.
No, if anything he was brutally honest.
You recall the time he smoked you out, and in your fuzzy lightheaded state you had made the mistake of asking him what you were to him.
“Good pussy” He had answered shortly , spending no time thinking about it before taking another drag of his swisher.
In all honesty you have no right to be upset. You know this.
Not once in you’re relationship has Bakugou ever given you a single shred of hope of starting something serious.
He never stayed after he came.
Never asked if you needed aftercare.
Never even bothered to help with cleaning up after.
This-assuming that by some magical stroke of fate he would fall in love with you-was purely your fault, and today you were going to fix it.
Katsuki would show up at your door step at a approximately 5 :30 . That being the only constant in your relationship.
He’d show up at five thirty, and expect you to drop everything to attend to his needs. It didn’t matter what you’d been doing or how tired you were. When Katsuki rang, you answered. But this time -This time you wouldn’t.
You’d open the door- of course- but that was as far as things would go.
you wouldn’t step to the side and allow him to slip into your apartment and you wouldn’t allow him to talk you out of your panties. You would tell him you had no interest in being his plaything anymore and he would leave.
You could feel the weight beginning to lift off of your shoulders.
After today Bakugou Katsuki would no longer be your problem. It wasn’t like you’re relationship was progressing, and you were getting old to have fucking friends with benefits. You’ve come to the point in your life where you were strictly looking for serious things, and all of this was for the better.at least that’s what you try to tell yourself.
By the time five o'clock rolls around, every bit of uncertainty has already evaporated from your body and when Katsuki’s awaited doorbell ring echo’s throughout your apartment you’re not nearly as nervous and you thought you would be.
You crack the door open only slightly , just enough so that he can see your face an hear you clearly when you say
“Ive been thinking and we should stop seeing each other , don’t come here again Katsuki.”
You’re proud of how steady your voice is.
You’re starting to shut the door before a Jordan four clad foot jams into the doorway.
“What the fuck are you talking about?” The bass in his gravely voice seems to drain out all the self confidence you were so sure you had a minute ago.
“I think -we should-stop seeing each other.” You repeat, cringing mentally at how faint you sounded.
Katsuki’s carmine eyes seemed to study you for a second, head cocked to the side before he throws it back , a boisterous laugh erupting from him.
“ What the fuck are you going on about shitty woman? He snorts "You sound like you’re breaking up with me or some shit.”
“Could you- could you move your foot?” You try again.
Your words don’t seem to register to Katsuki as he simply pushes past you into your apartment, sending panic shooting though you. “The fuck are you doing? "I just -
"I heard you, I was just thinking you must’ve lost a few braincells from air loss when you were gagging on my dick last night. He sighs slipping off one of his shoes. "Or maybe those fucking braids are too tight.”
His words sting- they always sting-but you dont back down. “Katsuki if you dont get out of my house I’m going to call the police.”
He seems to become even more humored at this, a small smile forming on his lips.
“ I’m tired of you coming over here whenever you feel like it and using me however you like. I’m grown as hell Katsuki, what the fuck do I look like having friends with benefits at this big age? Clearly whatever the fuck this is isn’t progressing any further and its not like you cant go find some other bitch to get off on, Now get the hell out my house! you spit, words filled with venom.
"You done now?” Katsuki sighs uninterestedly. Your face heats up at how unbothered he is with your feelings.
“Because if you’re little performance is over, we can try being transparent with each other. ”
“What the hell are you-Get the fuck out Bakugou, right now!” You shout.
“I’ll leave sure, but what would I do with all these pretty pictures you sent me?” The blonde asks more to himself than you.
Your heart drops to your feet as he continues “It’d be a shame if my finger slipped or some shit and my entire group chat , or maybe even your job got those .”
“y’ think shitty hair will like your tits as much as I do?”
A lump forms in your throat as you recall the many lewd photos Katsuki had of you on his phone, you hadn’t put it past him too refuse to delete them- but you never thought he’d be scummy enough to use them as some kind of fucked up blackmail.
“Y-you wouldn’t ” You whimper, tears starting to well up in your eyes.
The blonde’s smile widens" That’s right, I wouldn’t, if you were to start acting like you have fucking sense and not like some brain dead idiot.“ Your breath hitches at that.
"You can start with losing all those fucking clothes.” He smiles “Maybe I’ll fuck you over the kitchen counter, never tried that before.. Katsuki trails off, pulling his shirt from over his head and your arms feel like lead as you do the same. you fiddled with your jeans hopping that by some stroke of luck He’d come to his damn senses.
"The fuck are you standing like that for?” Your dumbass forgot how to unbutton your pants or some shit?“ The blonde growls .
"Gotta do every fucking thing around here!” He snaps stomping over to you, roughly grabbing the hem of your pants.
By the time he finally works your pants down past your ankles you know he has no intention of stopping.
“Y’re already fuckin wet” He sneers , the dark spot seeping through underwear incredibly obvious. “ Made such a big fuckin show of how fucking sick of me you are, but this cute brown cunt seems to know who she belongs too.”
His voice sends ripples through your pussy and you knew he wasn’t lying. No matter how much you tried to pretend you were done Bakugou Katsuki , your body was always there to bring you back down to reality.
“Cute little bitches like you have no business thinking, the blonde mumbles, two thick fingers prodding at your entrance. "The only fucking thing you need to be thinking about is taking my cock, you leave all the important decisions to me alright?”
He pushes both fingers in with no warning and you tense, whimpering at the sudden intrusion. “S’ fucking sloppy for me, its like this shit is all your good for” Katsuki chuckled. “But lets be fucking honest, it is all your good for, or else I wouldn’t be here, but you knew that already.” Katsuki groans , fingers plunging deeper inside of you as he bends you over your kitchen island.
He slides his fingers out of you swiftly, pressing his print against your thigh , rutting harshly. You curse the way your hips grind back, as if the action was muscle memory.
“See this fucking body knows what it wants, why dont you tell me too?”
You want nothing more than to punch the smug look he no doubt has on his face off of him. Scream, shout, curse his name. But you won’t. He knows it, you know it.
“M'not gonna fucking put it in until you fucking beg.”
Maybe if you had refused, pushed him off of you-something -anything, the outcome would have been different. But as usual , the relationship existed on Katsuki’ terms. It always had, and it always would. He knows it, you know it.
When Katsuki Rang you answered.And today would be no different.
“P-please, Suki’-wan-want it inside , please.” You whimper, the shame you felt for complying long gone.
“Cant-fuck-Cant fucking hear you.”
“ Need it-Need it suki’ please”
That seems to please him since you feel the thick mushroom head of his cock poke into your entrance, sending ripples through your body.
“Already clamping down on me-fuck” The blonde groans resting his head in the crook of your neck, the sound of his hips slamming against your ass echoing throughout your apartment.
The night becomes a blur. Orgasm after orgasm wrecking through your body. Katsuki seems to make it a point to take you on every surface he could find, doggystyle on the couch, reverse cowgirl on the kitchen table. Laying you down on the abdomen and yanking your legs onto his shoulders. Thrust deeper, hands holding on tighter.
Somehow the two of you make it to the bedroom and the way Katsuki is plowing you into the mattress made you felt like you were melting. Any shame you might have felt was completely gone, you felt so fucking full, so good.
Until you felt nothing at all.
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When you wake up, you knew he wouldn’t be there.
You know this and still the pang of hurt shoots through you when you turn around to an empty bed. You weren’t strong enough to get rid of him. You’d never ne strong enough to get rid of him.
A small part of you had always known this. Known you were bull shitting yourself when you said you were done with Katsuki Bakugou. Bull shitting yourself by thinking you had any say anyways.
Bull shitting yourself into thinking one of these days you’d turn around and he’d still be there.
Today we’re thinking about Bakugou falling in love with his polar opposite
Summary- (Oh my god this concept is so cute to me ) Headcanons / drabbles of Katsuki meeting, dating and falling in love with a s/o whose the opposite of him (Behavior and personality wise.)
Cw- Tooth rotting fluff, no smut, Black reader, no body descriptions, Gender neutral reader.
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Bakugou with a shy, quiet s/o.
The first time Bakugou met you was while patrolling around your neighborhood.
You were being held up by some street slime and as the Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight, he had to step in. He dealt with the low life pretty easily and turned around to see if you were ok, but all he saw was a flash of brown as you made some type of speed dash away from him. Of course he followed you because who the fuck do you think you’re running away from, after he just made your life fucking easier?
“Come back here and say thank you -you little shit!” He screamed turning the corner, hot on your trail.
You were panicking and out of breath , fumbling with your keys by the time he finally caught up to you. “Hey, did you fucking -
He stopped mid sentence seeing how distraught you were, you were shaking like you had seen a ghost and he was pretty sure you were about to cry.
"Hey, Hey calm down, I -I wanted to see if you were okay” He half lied. “You also didn’t say thankyou” He added.
“Yeah -I-Um did”
For a second Katsuki’s not sure you said anything at all, You’re like a fucking church mouse.
A cute church mouse, He notes.
“No the fuck you didn’t, don’t fucking lie to me extra!” He growls.
That seems to push you over the edge, the tears you were so poorly holding back now freely streaming down.
“I- I’m sorry, I- youre-Ive never seen a pro hero so-so close and - and you trailed off, choking on the knot no doubt forming in your throat.
Now he felt like shit.
Typically Bakugou fucking hated crybaby’s, but making you cry actually made him feel as if he really fucked up.
” its fine -Just -Just be careful.“ Bakugou said, already backing away from your house.
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He ran into you a lot after that since his Agency had him stationed in your neighborhood for patrols. It totally isn’t because He’s been purposely swapping patrols shift with shitty hair so he can stay close to you.
He managed to get your name out of you after like the third time he bumped into you and offered to take you out for coffee as a way to apologize for
"Being such an asshole to you before.”
He would never admit it but when you gave him a faint “Sure” his heart did that fluttering shit that he thought only happened in movies.
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Since the coffee shop date apology Katsuki found himself warming up to you.
You were so fucking small. Not exactly in physical stature -but in presence. People seemed to walk over you, fuck you over, and try to pull shit on you because of how reserved you were. It also didn’t help that you were a foreigner living in a shittier part of Musutafu.
He had an urge to fucking protect you or something.
And He was thinking you were starting to at warm up to him too, instead of flinching away from him and avoiding eye contact you would greet him with a energetic “Katsuki-kun” and a friendly hug.
He kind of wished things weren’t just friendly, but he knew if he approached you dead on he would probably scare you off or some shit, so he tries to ease into it slowly.
Giving you his hoodies.
Volunteering to spend the night at your place so you could sleep without the fear of a thug breaking down your door.
Spending most of his time away from the agency with you.
You were oblivious as fuck though , which he kinda expected , so after a while he just flat out ask you.
He didn’t think it was possible for you to stutter over your words more than you already did, but he was pleased to receive a shaky “Yes of course” In response.
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Katsuki thinks of himself as your protector and your boyfriend once you guys start officially dating.
He knows its probably corny as fuck, but he cant help it. The contrast between you too makes him soft. -not that he’d ever admit that to anyone.
No one tries to swindle you out of shit when He’s around, which makes things like running errands so much easier and its been months since a mugger has even looked your way.
Eventually He brings up the idea of you moving in with him, despite your cries about “Not wanting to be trouble for him.”
But he assures you that “You wouldn’t be fucking trouble and he wouldn’t have fucking asked you if he didn’t want you to.”
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After you move in with him I, he tries to adjust his lifestyle for you. He attempts to take curse words out of his vocabulary, well as much as he can, and tone down his explosive attitude for your sake, to avoid any more occurrences like the first time you met.
The honeymoon phase has him floating. Both Denki and shitty hair have commented on how clear his skins gotten-which is thanks to your shae butter-and how much nicer he seems now. He cant remember the last time he’s threatened to kill someone, and he feels like hemighteven be able to do a press conference with shitty Deku without cursing him out.
ok maybe that’s stretching it-but still.
Even after the honey moon phase ends he’s still ecstatic to be with you. Its kinda confusing as to why someone so soft and gentle as yourself could put up with a thunderous son of a bitch like him, but instead of questioning it he chooses to just be thankful.
Today we’re thinking about the bnha boys and their love languages.
Summary-simple Headcanons of how the Bnha boys show affection to their black s/o, bc black readers deserve soft things too.
CW-Black reader, Gender non specific , body descriptions , fluff.
Katsuki Bakugou-Acts of service
We all know Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight isn’t the best with his words-He cant verbalize affection to safe his life- so he tries to make up for it with by being a man of action.
You need a couch moved? He’s got it.
A tv mounted ? Hes already on his way to your place, let him clock out of the agency first.
Help detangling your hair? Hes got the water bottle and brush ready.
Cant fall asleep? Hes right there, full out singing lullaby’s and telling stories until you drift off.
Despite being an emotionally constipated idiot at times, he can also be quite adorable, Imagine a big, ripped 6'4 pro hero Bakugou trailing after you like a little puppy, poking at random things in your apartment like
“This need fixing?”
“Katsuki its not broken.”
“What about this”
“That’s not broken either”
“Well I’m just trynna help shitty extra!”
Shoto Todoroki-Material Spoiling
Shoto is yet another emotionally constipated baby, luckily for him, he happens to be a very rich emotionally constipated baby.
Touch is pretty much out of the window because of how awkward it makes him feel-both giving and receiving- and he never had a very Talkativehousehold-well except for his fathers constant jeering that he had to be the best and surpass allmight - pair that with his naturally stoic attitude , words don’t exactly come easy to Shoto , but he figures he dosent need words or meaningless touch when he has millions of dollars .
Anything you want is yours before you have the chance to mention it to him.
He sees you browsing a catalogue , eyes landing on something for too long, its purchased with next day delivery.
Overhears you talking about something to your friends, he’s already looking for it online.
You never have to worry about how expensive hair supplies is, or paying for new styles because he has you completely covered, even if you insist that you can take care of it yourself.
You express interest in something while window shopping with him and he is going to walk right into the store and buy it -along with anything else he sees that you might like.
Your standing outside the store all dumbfounded because when you pointed out that “those shoes are cute” You weren’t expecting Shoto to walk into the store and buy every god damn pair of shoes in the place.
He walks out , stupid look plastered on his usually emotionless face, as if he just completed some grand service. “Why do you look so ticked, I thought you liked these”
And you’re standing their in awe studying the twelve boxes stacked in his hands thinking about what a cute idiot he is.
Hanta Sero- Sleeping
Unlike Bakugou and Todoroki Sero has no problem expressing his love for you in the traditional ways.
He’s almost corny with all the adoring praises he gives you throughout the day,
“Are you a parking ticket? ‘Cause you’ve got ‘fine’ written all over you.”
“If you were a vegetable, you’d be a ‘cute-cumber.”
“Do you happen to have a Band-Aid? ‘Cause I scraped my knees falling for you” are just some of his most recent corny ass attempts at wooing you.
its almost impossible to pry him off of you, He’s constantly poking, pulling and prodding at any piece of you he can get his fingers on, your thighs , your tummy, your hair-all might as well not even belong to you anymore. But despite that, his actual love language is pretty non traditional.
The way Sero sees it, sleeping is the ultimate show of trust and adoration. When your sleeping your completely and utterly vulnerable, so you have to have crazy amounts of trust in someone to sleep around them, right?
Besides , there’s nothing sero loves more than coming home after a particularly brutal day of hero work, tracking you down and pulling you away from whatever activity was previously occupying your attention , then dragging you back to his place for a nice, long napping session.
It dosent matter what fight you try to put up
“ I’m studying right now”
“Hanta I’m cooking”
“Sero I’m not tired right now”
The night will always end with you on top of him in his Hammock, arms wrapped tightly around your frame.
Kirishima Eijirou- A little bit of everything.
Kiri isn’t emotionally constipated, but he does have moments of insecurity, You’re like the most wonderful amazing perfect person ever in the world , so he cant help but feel a little inadequate.
Him of all people? Why not someone with a flashier quirk like Bakugou, or Todoroki?
Because of this Kiri does tend to kind of overcompensate when it comes to showing affection.
You want something , he’ll pay for it.
Need something done? Whatever it is he can take care of it, he swears.
You’ve- tried to reassure Kirishima that there’s noting wrong with him and you don’t need grand gestures of love , but it always end in him denying everything .
“Baby I brought you some flowers, and chocolates , i-Im not sure what your favorites are so I tried to get as many as possible and- He trails off.
"Ei , you bought me flowers and chocolate yesterday” You sigh, at the redhead as he stumbles into your apartment, hands full with boxes of chocolate and at least six different types of bouquets.
“Yeah, but those were only mediocre flowers and chocolates , someone like you deserves the very best.”
Lord he was projecting like a mf.
“Ei, you know you’re a wonderful boyfriend right , you’re not mediocre so you don’t have to do all this…every day..” You try again
“Oh its nothing like that, I just saw these and I thought you might like them-there’s nothing -it has nothing to do with me.”
So much for being the voice of reason.
“You might as well spend the night, there’s no way I can eat all of these without help.” You sigh in defeat.
Neito Monoma -playful teasing
Don’t get me wrong, he can be nice sometimes.
He’ll compliment how you’ve chosen to style your hair .Help you out with cleaning your place, without you having to ask him. Act oblivious when gifts pop at your door.
“Nieto you’re the only person I mentioned wanting this to.”
“Accusing him, The Phantom Thief of wasting his precious money on waste like you?” He’d never.
But as nice as he can be, He’s still Monomoa, and he still likes picking on you. Although he does find himself going a little easier on you.
“You’d better be lucky your cute, because it looks like you got dressed in the dark.”
“You could at least try to look nice when I take you out y'know”
“Man, I never thought I’d get with someone like you.”
Its not that Monoma wants to hurt your feeling per-se , its just the adorable face you make when your flustered or pissed at something he says is just to delicious to resist. If he ever does go to far with his teasing, the higher than though façade drops immediately .
“Baby, please! You know I was just joking right? I didn’t mean it.” He’ll sob, damn near on his knees trying to convince you to forgive him.
You’re well aware Neito didn’t mean the stupid shit he said to you, its just nice to see him grovel once in a while.
Besides, he can stand to get off his high horse sometimes.
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if you noticed in the summary, I stated that “ Black readers deserve soft things too” This is because myself and a lot of other black people on this site have noticed that most black fics are often times dark . *There’s nothing wrong with dark content , and I enjoy writing /reading it myself, however there is no damn reason for most black fics to have Noncon, Abusive relationship, Dubcon tags. Its slick giving stereotypes and Finding black fluff, or fics where the reader isn’t forced or abused is literally hard as shit. So if you’re a Non black writer writing black shit step back and ask yourself “Why is this so degrading? Why is degrading content the only thing I feel comfortable writing when it comes to black readers? -Thanks, Management ♀️
Everything is x Black reader, unless specified otherwise.
Jujutsu Kaisen
Earned it- As his sugar baby you like to tease Gojo .You find it exhilarating. Unluckily for you, Gojo thinks its quite exhilarating to punish you.
All night long-When a cute little virgin shows up at your doorstop looking for your services,you figure he’s quick money, but Yuji Itadori is going to prove that there’s nothingLittle about him.
The hills- As long as you’ve known Katsuki Bakugou , He’s never been the type for commitment. you were ok with that at first - but after a while his fuck and dip lifestyle started to leave you feeling used and drained .You were thinking today you’d finally have the strength to break things off with him , but as usual Bakugou seems to have different plans - follow up ask
A humbling Experience - You always seem to get off on tormenting Katsuki, And he’s always found himself being the bigger person . But when you go too far during a group project he decides he’s done being the bigger person, He’ll have to knock you off your high horse.
Unpleasent suprise-You home alone on a Saturday night, bored out of your mind -unluckily for you someone’s about to make it a lot more interesting .
What A Time- You and Izuku Midoriya had betrothed yourselves to each other as young lovers before he left U. A . Upon Your estranged lover’s return he discovers that you’ve moved on.
The sounds of toman-Headcanons to drabbles of what the Tokyo manji men sound like in bed.
Helping hand -You’re Angry’s first serious girlfriend, and He just cant seem to figure out how to get you off, but luckily for him His big brother has his back.
Slow night-You reluctantly accept a private dance from a strange man to make a little extra money during a slow night at your club. You have no idea that he’s one of the most wanted men In Osaka…or that he’s taking a liking to the cute little foreign dancer at his favorite club.
