Atsumu’s Not Going To College.

🦊Oh I feel ya on the angst!!!!! Like I read a couple short ones recently. And in fairness the authors tagged them properly. And at the end I was just like

'idk what I expected'

Like I can do bittersweet sure. And not gonna lie your sweet domestic Dilf Bakugou fluff? After I read that a song came across my playlist and 100% by accident thought up like something very angsty. And now I'm just mad at my brain!

Cause like you gave us beautiful, pure wholesome fluff!!! And my brain was like 'yes but.....make it tragic.'

But still overall love you positive fluff/smut vibes. And not gonna just now my brain be thinking about hockey player Kiri and Bakus little girls either also doing hockey or like fucking roller derby and being like the scariest badass bitches who will check you across the ice/ring.

Like their little girls are gonna be so terrifying! And when they're old enough to date guys will say they're intimidating or just too much (heard this all my life. No I'm not intimidating, you just need a fucking backbone) and at first the dad's will worry.

Until they are chaperoning some dance or something and Bakugou daughter straight up punches a guy who grabbed her ass or something. And while the principal is trying to reprimanded her Bakugou will just be like

"that's my girl!" *Sniffle* he's never felt closer to her.

I’m seeing this late too omg

but I love how everyone hcs that Baku will have girls that stay whooping other boys ass because how else would his kids be

Stuff me up, daddy

Pairing- Sugar daddy! Fatgum x f!reader

Warnings- Daddy kink, Feeding kink, size difference (I checked his height for this particular fic and holy crap he's a fucking 250cm guy!), fingering, Cum eating and cunnilingus. For such a sweet guy in canon he has too much Lewd potential when it comes to writing smut for him

A/N- This is my piece for the collab 'sugar babies' hosted by @tamakisbunnygirl

"Just one more bite kitten" Taishiro cooed gently in your ear, the sweet scent of the cake that was hovering right next to your mouth made your insides clench with disgust.

It was during these times that you felt the most helpless, like a doll that was just here to look pretty and satiate his hunger. Whenever he'd be home you would find yourself naked in nothing but the glittering tiara adorned with pink diamonds that you thought were ridiculously huge. A Princess look is incomplete without her tiara, is what he'd say and just like with the jewelleries, Taishiro had a habit of going overboard when it came to loving you.

"Ngggh, no.... 'm too full", you could barely speak, let alone move your overfed body in retaliation. Your big boyfriend feeding your wa not a new occurrence, he'd always spoon feed you all your meals and snacks whenever he had the chance and it wasn't that long in your relationship when he suggested doing this in the bedroom as well. Youre already half dazed with the amount of food being shoved into your mouth and the other two fingers of his hand right up your pussy.

Taishiro's fingers suddenly hits your g-spot, the surge in pleasure pulls you back from your reverie and you find yourself flush against his chest, the new skin to skin contact made you sweat and moan out incoherent words. Moving his two thick fingers with more vigor, he lets your slick coat them while softly massaging your sloppy insides, your moans of mixed pleasure and discomfort getting muffeled by the spoon hovering right below your lips.

"It's okay baby just open your mouth and by the time you're done chewing I promise I'll make you cum again... So be a good girl for me...", He brings his lips near he shell of your ear, his breezy voice making you shiver.

His offer would be more than tantalizing if you hadn't cum like 4 times already but ass soon as you saw his big puppy dog eyes and the hopeful glint in them, you couldn't stop your mouth from obeying his pleas.

Just one more bite wouldn't hurt you thought and as soon as you parted your lips, your mouth got filled with the sweet cream of the expensive looking cake that was now almost gone. You turn your eyes downward to look at his hand moving in and out of you and you could feel your orgasm building up again and you wondered how he can still keep going without spraining his wrist.

It wasn't going to be as intense as the first or second one but your gonna like it anyway amd it helps a lot that his hands were humungous. With your clit being rubbed by his thumb you didn't even had the time to swallow the cake properly before your were hit with the familiar waves of euphoria.

With your entire body shaking and streams of drool running on the side of your face and neck by the time you calmed down, Taishiro moved himself from where he was supporting you from behind and let you lay down comfortable.

He licked all the trails of drool from the side of your face, to all the way to your neck and down to your leaking cunt before speaking, "Now it's my time to eat".

there is no breakup if I don’t let u leave ;)

URGENT: a short smut bbrae fic

𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆: ❝𝗨𝗥𝗚𝗘𝗡𝗧.❞

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑:1/5

𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄: 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙧𝙙 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙤𝙣'𝙨

𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃: 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙛𝙮, 𝙨𝙣𝙖𝙘𝙠𝙨, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙖 𝙙𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙠

៚ *·˚ ༘ ➳

"Use your tongue."

That was how she wanted him. She wanted his face in between her thighs, his hands spreading her wide open, his body angling into her heat.

Raven has on a thin tee, but the lower half of her body is at his disposal. Her nipples swell through the fabric of her shirt, sweat begins to rise on her skin.

He peppers kisses on her inner thighs, moves his lips down to the inside of her knees. He softly nips at some of her fragile flesh, tinting his palette of burgundy and sinful violet onto her alabaster.

Raven inhales as he nears her entrance.

His eyes are hungry. Black against the heavy sensation of lust. He's the predator, she's the prey, but they are both trapped by each other's desires. He nearly salivates at the sight of her cavern. Damp flesh, shell-pink lips, the pre-wetness impatiently dripped down the apex of her thighs.

"Beautiful. Everything's beautiful about you, you know that, right?" he glances up at her.

The moonlight contrasts her light skin, her amethyst hair and eyes blend in with the duskiness.

"Yes, I do."

"It took you a while to realize that. Years. But, even when you're aware of that, I can't help but tell you."

She's a goddess, even though realistically, she originated from hell. He worshipped his embodiment of beauty, power, strength, courage, and goodness. This was not the first time he has knelt in front of her throne, and eaten her fruit. The more he did it, was the more appetizing she tasted, and the more she felt, the more she loved.

His nails sink into her hips gently, then he starts. He lets his warm air play over her. He smells her eager warmth, it was almost like he was a thermometer, and she was a fever. His tongue slits neatly through her labias, grazing across a channel of nerves. Raven sighs, coiling her slender fingers in his lush hair.

One lick, and he's hooked. Similar to the feeling of eating a bag of chips, and clinging to the sensation until you finish.

He eases back a bit, exhales.

Before Raven poses the question he speaks.

"You're in for a rough one, Rae. But, a good one." a borderline growl resonates in his voice.

There goes that look in his eyes again. Nothing is going to deter him, and she is his only focus.

"Are you ready, princess?" he consents.

"I am." is her ready reply.

He pulls up her hips, and goes in again. His tongue situates between her inner lips. He gives exasperatingly draw-out strokes. His sucks on the flesh, nips at it, kisses it, growls into it, tells it his darkest wishes.

Slowly. He drinks in her flavor, allows her scent to settle into his soul. Raven squirms, the fist in his hair tightens. He steadily pushes his tongue in, watching her face crinkle in passion.

Raven moans.

She was his downfall, she always was. Any one sound, or hint of body language set him off instantly. Beastboy always had some sort of grip on his beastial instincts, but when it came to her, and her only... nothing could save the both of them.

He goes in pushing his tongue centimeters deep. His tongue paints colors of pleasure and delight into the canvas no one else has touched. His tip slips against the growing slick of her walls. She contracts, whimpers, then grinds her hips into his mouth.

"Riding my face while I eat you out? Huh, babygirl? You know that drives me crazy."

He roughly (but affectionately) tugs her hips closer to his mouth.

Beastboy puts his beast into it. He is never disappointed, he is always satisfied by her flavor. Even so, he still remained insatiable.

He could eat her out for days on end without once complaining or tiring.

"Eat it out, baby." Raven begs, her demonic cravings are crushing her central nervous system.

She's honeyed glaze with a little zestful tang. A taste with balance and a lasting effect.

Due to his enhanced sensory levels, smells, tastes, and anything else concerning the senses sticked to Beastboy for a while. Especially Raven.

Raven swallows a noise, then wriggles her hips away from his mouth.

"Don't move. You're gonna handle it, Rae. I know you can." her sex is deeper into his mouth, and he is deeper in her.

Another muffled noise trembles inside of her throat. His ears are decorated in her noises of content. She husks the most nasty filth he's ever heard. He secretly admires that she chooses her hellish demeanor over her ceremonious, Azarathian one when they had sex.

He glances at her, realizing her eyes were closed against the force of lust. Eye contact was one of his favorites during sex to begin with.

"Keep your eyes open, look at me, baby."

They get a hold of eye contact, then Raven breaks again. She arches into him, feeling him hit every point he needed to.

"Say my name." he commands.

Raven huffs, disobeying his order. She disliked being vulnerable, even sexually. To her luck, that never worked with her partner. He always got everything out of them both.

"Say it." he knows her spots and ruins them.

She holds in a moan, her legs quiver. Her pupils dilate, her blood pressure rises, and her muscles tense.

"Are you holding back, Rae? Don't do that, you know that you're safe with me."

He goes in harder, faster, with more strength, and more love. His tongue flicks over her sore bud, his mouth eats with the intent to leave nothing behind.

"Gar!" her scream was bone chilling, even to Beastboy, who's heard it plenty of times.

"There you go. Look how good you did." he exhales deeply, absorbing her white silk.

He finishes, goes back up to her face.

"You're sore?" he asks tenderly.

"Mhm." Raven nods with a smirk.

"Good, that means I did my job well."

His basil thumb glissades down the side of her mouth, pulling down the bottom lip.

"Open your mouth for me, pretty girl." Beastboy orders.

She grants his request, parting open her lips. He lets his spit drop slowly into her mouth, a clear string dangling in between both of their mouths. He then shoots a small load into her mouth, then closes her lips.

"Swallow. All of it."

She gulps down with a pleased smile.

"Jeez, Rae." his mind was never able to fathom the existence of this girl.

He always wondered how could she dare to be present in the same time as him.

"You know what,"

"On all fours, now."

៚ *·˚ ༘ ➳

hiyaa. thank you for reading part one of urgent. i hope you all enjoyed. i will post the other parts soon💜✨💚 this story is also available on my ao3 & ff.net @bbraeism. take care💗

atsumu’s not going to college.

it’s not what he wants, and it’s not a requirement for his plans for the future. he has a one track road set for going pro in the volleyball industry, and he has no plans for detours slowing him down.

that was always “the plan”, and you were not part of it — you were always going to college, and you were going to spend the full time there making sure your future’s on the right track.

that’s why he broke up with you.

the two years he spent with you throughout high school gone down the drain the second he decided this would be better for him — and he feels like he’s wrong, because he still checks on you when you’re not looking — but atsumu’s dead set on the fact that he’ll only slow you down if he kept you with him.

or so, until now.

“atsumu, it’s two in the morning.” you tell him, your yawns coming in a drip drop motion as you try to understand what he’s doing in front of you right now.

it’s been two weeks since you last saw him — two weeks since the breakup — two weeks of no calls, texts or even acknowledgements from in between classes or study halls.

but now he’s here, standing on your doorstep, and you’re not really sure if you want him to be.

atsumu tells you, “i have a solution.”

“it’s two in the morning.” you remind him again.

and he only repeats, “i have a solution.”

your eyebrows furrow, “do you want to come inside?”

“no,” he shakes his head, his nose red from the cold, and he tells you, “you have to listen to me.”

you bring your arms up to your chest, not feeling so warm yourself, and you hate that he chose to do on the coldest night of the month.

you tell him, “i can listen to you inside.”

and he only replies, “i have a solution.

and you frown, “so we’re not going inside.”

you have no idea what he’s talking about, all you know is that you’re still upset with him for ghosting you right after breaking up with you, and you’re not sure if you’re ready to forgive him for that yet.

you sigh, “why are you here?”

and he nods, “because i can get a job — i’ll work on the volleyball thing most hours of the day — but whenever i’m free, i can take shifts in the local café near your campus.”

you cut him off, “wait — my campus?”

“yeah,” atsumu nods, “i checked, and they have an opening and i can totally get a job there.”

atsumu? with a job? at a cafe? you can’t even put it to words, but you’re unsure when he visited your campus, unsure why he’s even doing all this in the first place.

“a job?” you raise a brow, “why do you need a job?”

atsumu ignores your question, shivering as the cold hits him, his breath turning white as it leaves his mouth, and he continues, in a frantic fit, “i have a car, it’s for my 20th birthday but my dad agreed he can give it to me early — and i have a lot saved up so there’s that for an apartment too.”

you’ve never seen atsumu be so nervous, you’ve seen him before his games and after his losses, but he’s never looked like this — never looked so worried.

“slow down.” you break through his endless string of sentences, your eyebrows furrowing as you’re still so confused and lost of what’s going on, and you say, “it’s two am.”

atsumu doesn’t respond.

you touch his arm, “have you slept?”

he feels silly — this is the first time you’ve seen him in two weeks and he must look insane to you already. he doesn’t care, he’s tired, he misses you, he’s been missing you for two weeks, and he hasn’t stopped.

atsumu looks at you, “i don’t want to break up with you.”

you stare back at him, blinking profusely as if trying to make of the situation, and your heart softens as easily as it leaps — because you didn’t want to break up with him either.

he still looks frantic, like he’s a second away to pull his hair out, and you’d offer to let him inside the house one more time, but you’ve got a strong feeling that he’d just say no again.

“i have the place, the car, the job — you have college and i’ll have my volleyball — and i know this isn’t what we planned, but i have the solution and i really think we can make this work.” atsumu tells you all of this, a straight (frantic) tone coming through his words, he catches his breath, and he’s ready to talk to you again.

but your eyes are gentle, “what are you talking about?”

he looks at you, like he’s nervous to be looking at you, a huge lump in his throat the he needs to be swallowing down soon since he’s gone too long without speaking — and he’s nervous, because this situation earns him every right to be nervous.

he’s only 20, unsure of every decision he’s making towards his future, but he’s just spent the last two weeks without you, and the first real thing he’s realized is that there’d be nothing worse than that.

the night is cold.

atsumu stares, “will you marry me?”

Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned

— minors don’t interact.

— wc: 924

content + warnings: 18+ including: fingering, a LOT of sexual tension, RELIGIOUS themes, I am posting this in my sleep, so maybe there is some error bye

pairings: religious boy!atsumu & fem!reader

— note: so babes, i was inspired by this here after a friend of mine just sent me this kisses and kisses

© for the atsumu’s icon: @/shoyosun here on tumblr.

Oh, you are so sweet. So sweet. Just the perfect daughter in a seemingly perfect family, because at the end of the day, looking is more important than being, especially in a small religious town. No one could accuse you of fucking Osamu or Suna because there was no proof of that, but Atsumu more than anyone else knew about your ventures running away from home after midnight to meet his brother. In fact, he had even lied to his parents claiming not to know where Samu was because the latter was too busy fucking you in the guest room of the house right after a charity lunch that the local church organized every month.

In fact, it annoyed Atsumu a bit the way the long stockings that went all the way down to your thighs tightened the skin in that area and how he could never lay so much as a finger on you without Suna or Osamu complaining. But he wanted you so badly, why didn’t you look at him with no ulterior motives? Why was the only response you gave him was that bright smile that wasn’t exclusively his? It annoyed him. You were the perfect girl who always helped organize everything in the church, and you were literally the favorite person of all the older people who worked in the town clergy. And why exactly couldn’t he have a taste of your innocence?

He hoped that God would forgive him, because he had sinned. And sinned too much.  

And although he was stressed and no one in his family really understood why he had been frowning all week, here Atsumu was as usual: sitting in one of the front rows listening to that Sunday’s mass sermon without really paying attention. He was too busy looking at his diagonal where you were sitting. You and your delicate white dress that went down to just below your knees. Today you weren’t wearing the usual high stockings, but you still looked as untouched and immaculate as ever. If he didn’t know about your little sexual adventures with Suna and his brother, he might even think you were still a virgin.

Watching you adjust the dress close to your breasts, he ran his tongue over his lips and stood up. Atsumu murmured a simple “I’ll be right back” to his family sitting next to him on the long wooden bench and walked toward you, taking care to bow to the statue of Christ placed in the middle of the religious altar as the priest continued to lead the mass.

— May I speak with you? — He whispered to Y/N after standing calmly beside her at one of the free exits from the pew where she and her own family were sitting.

— Now? — His pants began to feel uncomfortably tight around his already half-hard cock. — We are in the middle of an important sermon.

— Please, it’s important. — He swallowed hard without lifting his gaze to the girl’s mother or father, he didn’t have the heart to face them after spending months imagining the worst kind of erotic filth with their daughter.  

Y/N shook her head positively and cracked a smile at her mother as she stood up, smoothed her dress around her waist and walked side by side with Atsumu to wherever it was she was being taken. From afar, Osamu and Suna watched the two of them carefully until Atsumu eventually led you to the inner side behind the altar of the mass, away from the prying eyes of the two other men. He wanted you all to himself without an audience.

— Well? — you asked curiously, watching him lock the door through which you entered the room filled with cassocks of various sizes and some accessories used in special church celebrations. — What did you…

You didn’t have time to finish the next question because Atsumu pressed himself firmly against you, taking your face between his hands and letting his lips take over yours in a tender kiss filled with libido and tension suppressed for months. Contrary to what he expected, Y/N responded to the kiss and even put her fingers in his blond hair to pull him closer. His fingers went down your shoulders and reached your breasts to squeeze them hard enough to make you moan against his mouth without any shame.

— Shit, it took you so long to realize that I wanted to fuck you. — The girl remarked with a smug smile opening up.

— W-What? — It was the first time a girl had ever made his cheeks burn with embarrassment.

— And now you’re embarrassed? Right after you kissed me so hard? — Y/N reached down to take his hands down Miya’s pants to slowly rub his cock. — What? Didn’t you want to fuck me?

You are the Lilith in Eva’s skin and he couldn’t help, but be in love.

— Then spread your legs for me, baby. — Atsumu spoke in a husky voice bringing two fingers to your mouth to watch you suck and lick them with saliva and then slipping the same fingers inside your panties to finally touch the pussy he had dreamed of for days that turned into months. — I’m going to fuck you better than those two idiots out there. — His index and middle finger went inside you and curved around, the image of Y/N throwing her head back in pleasure almost made Atsumu end up cumming inside his own pants.

— I bet you will, yes.

Atsumu hoped that God would forgive him, for he would sin. And sin too much.

chicken man….I love u 💙😔

After the Licensing Exam

after the licensing exam by eddiesspaghetti

a look into how the events that took place during/after the licensing exam effected Iida, Todoroki, and Midoriya.

Words: 1510, Chapters: 1/3, Language: English

Series: Part 42 of growing together (bnha)

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M, Multi

Characters: Iida Tenya, Todoroki Shouto, Midoriya Izuku

Relationships: Iida Tenya/Midoriya Izuku/Todoroki Shouto, Iida Tenya/Midoriya Izuku, Iida Tenya/Todoroki Shouto

Additional Tags: todoroki shouto has bpd, Todoroki Shouto has PTSD, Autistic Todoroki Shouto, Trans Todoroki Shouto, Nonbinary Todoroki Shouto, Nonbinary Iida Tenya, Trans Iida Tenya, Iida Tenya Has PTSD, Autistic Iida Tenya, Autistic Midoriya Izuku, Midoriya Izuku Has ADHD, Midoriya Izuku Has PTSD, Midoriya Izuku Has Chronic Pain, Established Relationship, Fluff and Angst, Light Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/31097981

👌 100/10 👌