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Alpha Bakugou x Omega reader hcs

Warnings: none!

tags: omegaverse/abo

Let’s talk! Bakugou is a rough around the edges man so to speak, he probably needs that one source of energy to balance him out 

and that’s what you are, you most likely weren’t impressed by something he did and shrugged like “that’s cool ig” and he probably got all offended like an omega that wasn’t super in love with him? uh what’s this matrix shit

he probably got in your face and said some slick shit and you pulled him by his ear and told him it wasn’t nice to try an intimidate people and ever since then you guys’s paths kept crossing

I like the hc that his omega is a civilian and so he probably frequents where you work just to get a whiff of your scent

as time goes on eventually you guys start talking more and more and you start to notice the alpha as more of an alpha and potential mate instead of just some troublesome man who always pesters you

he asks you out

you say yes

and yup you guys hit it off

courting was pretty awkward tho bc you reduce Katsuki to a little boy again and he probably says things that don’t come out the way he means like 

your scent is attractive is probably him just being like “tch, you smell”

cue you being confused and slightly hurt and he’s just looking away blushing scolding himself like Kats get ur shirt together you are literally the number two hero

so it makes you think he isn’t interested (low-key hurt bc you actually really liked him) which leads you to throw yourself into work but he’s still popping by so how were you supposed to get over him? and if he wasn’t interested why constantly come see u? Uzggghhghr

But one day instead of coming alone he brings moral support, a man with  green hair and a man with red hair are outside your job shaking him and cheering him on which prompts you to go check on the situation 

“uh? You guys have been outside here for five minutes, everything okay?” 

he’s holding a small box from one of the most expensive jewelry stores in Japan and you’re so thrown off but extremely happy when he puts the necklace around your neck and asks if you wanted to begin courting and you and your omega are SCREAMING Internally ofc and you say yes

now, fast forward you Katsuki have been dating for a while and its so perfect y'all are literally the yin and yang symbol 

he has you everywhere with him, to hangout with his friends to take trips with his friends

so um a lot of time with his friends 

they love you tho y'all are akin to a pack and you all protect and care about each other. 

Sleep in the heat (Alpha!Izuku x Omega!reader) // hurt/comfort//

tonight? I offer u a shitty little angst drabble i found. Tomorrow? who knows.

(In which Izuku is a shitty alpha nd his omega goes into a big bad omega depression) 

the title is a pup song dont @ me

Warnings: Angst but barely, hurt/comfort, omegaverse, Izuku crying

“Are you sure you can’t make it?” You did your best to keep your voice steady over the phone, you didn’t want Izuku to worry. 

“Work is just- it’s crazy right now baby, they need me here.” Tears welled in your eyes at that, and it was all you could do to murmur an ‘okay’ before you hung up. You got it, his work was important and all that, but it was your anniversary! You’d cooked his favourite meal and everything! The two of you had hardly been able to see each other lately, you’d just wanted this to be special. The tears spilt over your eyes when you glanced at the meal you’d made for nothing, and you were grabbing the bottle of wine and running to the spare room without a second thought. You didn’t want to think about Izuku, you didn’t want to think about anything anymore. You burrowed under the covers as quickly as you could, onlynletting yourself cry when you were completely immersed in them. You were probably being stupid, sure, but you’d barely seen him in months, and it had only gotten worse the last week. You hadn’t seen him at all since the day before yesterday, he’d been getting home when you were already asleep and leaving before you’d wake up. Was he avoiding you? What if there was someone else? That particular thought sent a knife through your heart. You were being ridiculous, right? Izuku would never do that, you’d been his mate for years. Unless he was getting bored of you? It would explain why he hadn’t been around better than anything else you could think of. 

Izuku knew something was wrong as soon as he got home, the house smelled like it had been doused in vinegar, and you weren’t anywhere to be seen. Dinner was still layed out on the table and the alpha couldn’t help but wince at the sight. He’d make it up to you! He just had to find you first…. 

“Y/n? Are you home?” His heart sank when you weren’t in the bedroom, or the bathroom, and Izuku had to follow the stench of vinegar to actually find which room you were in. Did you have a cold? Or some other kind of illness that was making your scent like this? Izukus heart sank when he opened the door and had to cover his nose to stop himself gagging. Something was definitely wrong. You were just a blanket covered lump on the bed, and izuku dropped his bag to the floor before he made his way over. You were restlessly dozing, and when izuku pulled the covers off you just whimpered and tried to pull them back. 

“Y/n?” His warbling tone made your eyes crack open, although they were too bleary to properly focus on your mate. Dread grew in his stomach as Izuku took in your form, your face was flushed, tears pooled in your eyes and shivers wracked you ever so often. Placing a hand on your head confirmed his worst fear, and your alpha was running to grab water bottles and supplies faster than he ever had. God how could he be so stupid? Tears flooded his own eyes as he rushed back, tossing everything down before he was stripping down to his underwear and crawling into the bed with you. Your skin was clammy despite the heat, and Izuku couldn’t help but whimper as he pulled you close, all but shredding your clothes in an attempt to touch as much of you as he could. You didn’t protest as he manuvered your body, you were just so tired, why wouldn’t he let you go back to sleep? 

“Hey, h-honey? I’m so-sorry, you’re gonna be okay now, okay? I-I’m not leaving until you’re better!” Your mates voice rushed over your head as your eyes drooped closed, Izukus heart almost stopping as he realised your sickness was so much further along than he thought. 

The frantic smell of mint and honey brought you back, and you opened your eyes to Izuku rushing to rub your wrist over his scent gland. You couldn’t smell anything but Izuku, it was like he was trying to cover everything up with his scent. 

“Zuku…?”  You barely whispered, but your mate was immediately by your side, rubbing his cheek against your scent gland until it was so sensitive it almost hurt. 

“Are you okay?” Drowsiness was giving way to concern, why was he acting like this? It only grew when Izuku started bawling and clutching onto you like his life depended on it. 

“I’m so so sorry! You must’ve felt so awful a-and I didn’t even n-notice I’m- such an awful m-mate! Kacchan would n-never let this hap-happen to his mate!” Your alpha was almost wailing at this point, but it was all you could do to stroke his hair and croon. It worked, thank god, Izuku slowly calmed down, small hiccups still leaving him as he maintained his death grip around you. 

“It’s okay, Izuku, I’m okay.”

Tamaki Amajiki: Ruts and Heats

Warnings: Sexual content and references to it

Masterlist

Star Wars Blog

It’s well known that Tamaki isn’t the most confident of alphas. He’s quiet and has an arguably flexible backbone, not to mention his own self-doubt issues.

None of that was important to you though, because all you knew him as was your over caring and sweet alpha.

He himself could hardly believe he had managed to get someone as beautiful and amazing as yourself to allow him to court you.

Of course his main goal is to always make you feel loved, taken care of, and, above all, respected.

You can bet your ass this man drinks his respect omega juice every morning. He works with Fatgum after all, and he’s constantly surrounded by so may amazing female heroes.

So, through a blushing, stuttering, and anxiety provoking conversation he initiates the talk of what to do when your heat eventually comes around.

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Insecure beta Shinso and omega reader, Shinso is just so so in love with you he loves being around you and since betas don’t have that strong of a scent and don’t have as good of a nose as alphas or omegas he can’t smell that signature scent that you have can’t pick up on scents in general and yet knowing he could never be the man that you end up mating with he still allowed himself to fall in deep and it hurts, seeing alphas come up to you telling you to “ditch that beta loser” or hearing your omega friends tell you “when are you going to find a mate already?” It hurts. But he can’t help it- when you smile at him or giggle at his corny jokes he puts aside those thoughts and just pretends for a moment that you could ever love him too and that you wouldn’t choose any alpha over him.

But little does he know you’re just as in love with him...those violet eyes staring at you with so much affection, you think of him every time you go into heat and it’s so hard because you’re unsure wether or not you should even tell him unknowing of the way he really feels about you and you know a lot of girls like Shinso regardless of his status and it hurts thinking that they could possibly get claimed by him first

So the two of you dance around your feelings, hoping that the other is madly in love with the other.

just thinkin’ about fatgum + breeding <3

taishi’s balls are so heavy, slapping your weeping, pretty, stretched-out little cunt and every time he slams his cock into you, your whole body shudders, lifting off the bed in absolute rapture.

you’ve cum already - three times? four?

you lost count a while ago, and now, you’re barely breathing, panting like a bitch in heat while you try to catch up, and he just won’t stop.

he doesn’t mind one bit that both of you are soaked, fucking drenched, after you squirted all over his dick, making a mess of his belly and your thighs, wailing as he pumps another load of cum into your sweet, tuckered-out cunt.

his hands tuck back behind your knees, hauling them up to your chest as he pounds into you, and folds your figure far enough that it aches, and holy shit, do you take it.

“there ya go - you wanna have my baby, don’t’cha honey?”

One piece headcannon: If Ace ever had a kid he would probably name it Spade

prompt 28 (i think??) with atsumu and maybe like a bar to hookup situation?? honestly anything is fine but that’s just the idea i had

300 Follower Event

Miya Atsumu

Prompt 28: “You’re hot, you’re just intolerable”

this fic was part of my 300 follower event. check out the rest of the submissions here.

post-timeskip, obviously.

word count: 2.5k

content warnings: this is a genuine drunk hookup. if that makes you uncomfy please do not read. other than that, car sex. that’s about it.

the number of bar flirting scenes i’ve written goes up every single day and i enjoy each one more than the last.

really though, he is who i wrote this prompt for. thank you so much.

He was looking at you again.

The artificial blond with the dazzling laugh that you couldn’t get out of your head, who had been nursing mixed drink after mixed drink all night, was staring at you with dark eyes even as his friends continued yelling back and forth. He was handsome, you had to admit, but he looked like trouble. The good kind, but trouble nonetheless.

You turned back to the glass in front of you. You honestly didn’t remember what was in it, or how many had come before it. You were just very warm, very giggly, and very happy to be there. You glanced at the corner where another woman was fully mounted on one of the blond’s friends. It brought a goofy smile to your lips, but you shook your head and threw back the rest of your drink. The bartender looked up at you expectantly.

“Can I just have, like --” You gestured in a way that you were sure made no logical sense. “A big water?” He raised his eyebrows.

“You want a water?”

You grinned.

“Yes please.”

“I’ll have what they’re havin’,” a voice said beside you. You turned and had to lurch back because of how close the face was. It was, of course, the blond. His breath smelled like whatever lime flavored concoction he had left at his table and his eyes were a dark brown up close. Shit, he really was good looking.

“Get ready for a big cup of nothing, buddy,” you said. He grinned at the juvenile nickname and leaned his head on his hand.

“Nothin’ is everything in good company.”

“That’s not a real saying.”

“No. No it is not.” He smirked at you as the bartender set two bottled waters on the counter. You thanked him and the blond shot him a smile. You cracked open the water and took a sip, eyes not leaving his.

“So,” he said, plopping down on the barstool next to you. “What’s yer deal? You’ve been checkin’ me out all night.”

“If looking back at the creep staring at me counts as ‘checking him out’ then I guess you’re right.”

“Aw, come on. If I really was a creep ya would’ve told me off hours ago.”

“That’s true. I hadn’t talked to you yet so I didn’t want to make too many assumptions.”

“Yet? So ya were plannin’ on approaching me?”

You rolled your eyes.

“It wasn’t high on my to-do list. With how you were staring I figured I just had to wait.”

“I guess you were right about that.” He smiled and took a long sip of his water. “Tryin’ to sober up with this, then?

“I was, but now that you’re here I think I need another drink.”

“Yeah? Am I that bad of company?”

“I just don’t want to be able to clearly see that ugly mug of yours.” You tried to phrase it like an insult, but your smile didn’t make make it very convincing.

He wasn’t even phased.

“Lying will get ya nowhere.”

“Yeah? Could probably get me home if I made up a good excuse.”

“Don’t need an excuse. I can walk away anytime. Ya want me to leave?”

You held your water to your lips to keep from answering.

“That’s what I thought,” he said. He studied your face for a moment, amusement twinkling in his eyes. “I’ll buy ya a shot if you really want another.”

“You gonna do it with me?”

“F’course. Why else would I be sittin’ here?”

You sighed and swirled to face him.

“What were you thinking?”

“Somethin’ sweet-ish for you."

You shrugged.

“You’re buying.”

He grinned and waved down the bartender. You watched him as he ordered. He was actually remarkably polite and his wide smile seemed to work magic. The bartender who had hardly looked at you for an hour was laughing right with him.

With the blond no longer paying attention to you, you let your eyes scan the rest of his body. Your attention fixed on his legs, where his slacks were remarkably tight around his thighs. You had to wonder if he played a sport of some kind, because you couldn’t bring yourself to stop staring.

A moment later, two short glasses were sitting in front of you and he was ducking his head into your line of vision to get your attention.

“See somethin’ ya like?” he teased. You shoved his face away.

“Don’t start that.”

“Come on, sweetheart, I know ya think I’m hot.”

“You’re hot, you’re just intolerable.”

“Yet you’re still sittin’ here.”

“What can I say? I have bad taste.”

“I can’t say the same.”

“Is that why you’re still sitting here?”

“Only because you haven’t invited me anywhere else.”

“Oh? Think you’re getting lucky?”

“That’s not for me to decide. But for the record, you could tell me to follow you in front of a moving train right now and I’d probably say yes.”

You stared at each other for a little too long. Your brain couldn’t focus on anything but his face. It was pulled into a permanent smile and could see the tip of his tongue resting behind one canine. He probably thought the expression was attractive and, jesus, he was right. He broke your train of thought by lifting his glass in your direction.

“What should we toast to?” he asked.

“I’d say to good company, but it’d hardly be accurate.”

He grinned and clinked your glass.

“To horrible, obnoxious, very handsome company.”

You smiled and raised your own shot.

“I can drink to that.”

He winked and you both threw your heads back. As you set down your glass he winced and he stuck out his tongue.

“I’ve had too much to drink for that to be pleasant,” he choked out.

“Poor baby. Maybe you should head home.”

“If yer invitin’ me over, I might consider it.”

You wanted to glare but a giggle rose from your throat instead.

“You can sure run your mouth,” you said.

“I’ve been told before.”

“You think it’s charming?”

“Do you?”

“Unfortunately.”

He tipped his head into his palm and stared at you. The shot felt like it went right to your head. Somehow he was even more handsome the hazier you felt, but it might have been you were just more willing to admit it. You were about to make the mistake of complimenting him when he tapped his foot against your leg.

“I just realized I don’t know your name.”

“Do you deserve to know?” you teased. He scrunched up his nose and hooked his foot on the bar of your seat.

“Come on, I’ll tell you mine if you tell me yours.”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t keep the smile off of your face.

“Y/n,” you said. He looked tired but grinned anyway.

“Miya Atsumu,” he said. He made a show of gesturing to himself. “You c’n just call me Atsumu, if you want.”

You shrugged.

"Maybe.”

He sighed dramatically and leaned father forward.

“Have I told ya you’re incredibly attractive?” he asked, gaze fixed on your lips.

“Not in those words,” you said.

“Well I’m telling’ ya now.” He poked at your leg. “I like the way yer face looks. I’d like to see it closer, but only if ya wanna see mine too.” His hand squeezed your thigh instead of poking at it and he looked up at you. He was still smiling, but there was a hazy adoration in his dark eyes that you just couldn’t look away from.

Fuck it.

You threw a few bills on the bar and stood.

“You drive here, Miya?”

“Nah. Did you?”

“Yep. Come on.” You began walking toward the door but Atsumu clumsily caught your arm.

“Nuh-uh. No drivin’ right now.”

You turned back around and leaned down to look him in the eye.

“Did I say anything about actually driving?”

You waited one, two, three seconds and his face lit up in understanding. He scrambled out of his chair and grabbed his coat. He didn’t even say goodbye to his friends as he rushed in front of you to hold the door, then eagerly followed you outside.

“I knew ya’d see the light,” he said, lightly bumping against your shoulder.

“You sure? You seemed pretty surprised.”

“I was just lookin’ at ya. A pretty face that close would shock anyone.”

“Sure it would.” You got to your car and after more than one try managed to unlock the door. You switched off the automatic lights and shut the door again.

“Can I call shotgun or does the backseat have the best view?” he said, leaning down to peer through the window.

“I could just send you back inside, you know.”

He hopped in front of you, nearly tipping over in the process, and leaned against the car door.

“But ya won’t.” You glared at him for a moment. He just grinned back.

“Backseat,” you whispered.

He made an excited noise that sounded a lot like a slurred “yay.” He popped open the door and slid inside, leaning too far onto the leather before pushing himself upright again. You climbed in after him and locked the door.

“Alrighty. Where do ya want me?” he asked, making a show of holding his hands up by his head. You laughed despite yourself and threw a leg over his lap.

“Shut the fuck up, Miya.” You grabbed him by the front of the shirt and crashed your lips into his. He smiled into the kiss, one hand rising to cup the side of your face. It was a little sloppy, or a lot sloppy, or maybe you just didn’t care. His tongue was in your mouth and yours was probably in his, but all you could think to do was push him farther into the back of the seat and tighten your legs around him.

His hands fell to your hips, then slipped lower, squeezing lightly and causing you to grind into his lap. He let out a short laugh that you were pretty sure was meant to be a sigh. You chuckled and bit his lower lip, then immediately returned to kissing him. He groaned into your mouth and pulled you closer. You dropped your lips to his jaw. He inhaled sharply and his fingers dug into your skin. You could feel that he was hard, and it was only becoming more apparent the more you kissed down his throat.

“Fuck,” he breathed. You laughed and returned to kissing his lips. You pulled at his belt, fumbling for a moment due to the haziness still sitting in your brain. He reached down to help you, hands only serving to get in the way. He broke the kiss, a small frown on his face.

“Wait. Hold on,” he said. His brows were furrowed in concentration as he carefully undid his pants. “S’that okay?” he asked, looking back up at you. You pressed a quick kiss to his lips.

“I think it’s okay, yeah,” you said, unable to hold back your laughter. He started smiling back, then stopped.

“Yer clothes are still on,” he said matter of factly. You looked down.

“They are.”

He looked back up at your face.

“Can they not be?”

You grinned and leaned out of his lap, undoing your pants and tugging them off. You discarded them on the floor and got back into his lap.

“Is that better?” you asked. He nodded and closed his eyes, waiting for another kiss. You humored him, pressing your lips to his quickly before pulling away. He grinned as you leaned back, opening the center console.

“What’re you doin’?” he asked. You pulled out a condom and he burst out laughing.

“What?” you said, rolling your eyes.

“M’sorry. I don’ know why I’m laughin’.”

“You know your accent gets stronger when you drink?” you asked, amused.

“I don’ have an accent.”

“Sure you don’t, Miya.”

He laughed again and leaned his face against your chest.

“Shhh,” you cooed, lifting his chin up and pressing a kiss to his lips. Both of you were still grinning. His eyes grew wide as you ripped open the wrapper with your teeth. You tugged down his boxers and slid the condom on quickly. He inhaled sharply, staring at your face as you reached between your legs, pulling fabric aside and lining him up with your entrance.

You wrapped a hand tightly around his neck as you sunk down. He sighed loudly into your ear and braced his arms around your waist.

“Holy shit,” he whispered. You smiled and pressed your lips to his. His kiss was messy and desperate and graced with the occasional giggle, but he seemed to forget what was funny whenever you shifted your hips.

“Fuck,” he groaned. “Hold on.” You stilled and he grabbed your ass. “Hold on. Let me.” He steadied himself and thrust up into you. You gasped and buried your face into his hair. Groans and pants and curses fell from his lips as he fucked into you as fast as his inebriated brain would let him. Your gasping in his ear only spurred him on.

“Jesus, you feel good. Look at you,” he mumbled. He wasn't looking, but he didn’t seem to care. You laughed against his face, bringing a smile to his lips.

“You’ve got a pretty smile,” you whispered. A noise left his lips that almost sounded like a giggle.

“Keep it up and I’m gonna go home with ya.” He hit a particularly sensitive spot inside of you and you moaned. He laughed. “Doesn’t sound like ya’d be too upset about that.”

“Shut up,” you breathed. He hummed and gripped you tighter.

“No promises.”

He was already noisy, but his voice seemed to get even louder as he got closer. You grabbed his face and kissed him, swallowing his breath as it turned into panting. His hips lost their rhythm and his fingertips dug into you.

“Fuck,” he grunted. His voice was harsh and desperate. He let out one last strained groan against as he held you against him and spilled into the condom. He was completely tense for a moment, then his body melted back into the seat. You let out a breathy laugh and kissed his forehead. Both of your chests heaved and you checked out the window for the first time. They were fogged up, but the only person outside seemed to be an older man, stumbling around and clearly absolutely wasted.

Atsumu leaned close, lips spread in a grin.

“Is it weird to say I think I love you?” he asked. You pushed his face away and laughed.

“You’re drunk, Miya.”

“So’re you! Let’s get married.”

“I’m ordering you a car.”

“Only if you come with me.”

You looked at him carefully. He may as well have had heart eyes. You sighed and pulled out your phone.

“Fine.”

He pressed a kiss to your cheek and hugged you close, laying his face on your chest as you looked for a ride to take you both home.

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.

                                𖥻 MIYA, ATSUMU !

TITLE College Girl Learns To Suck & Blow

RATING ★ ★ ☆ — NSFW CONTENT

WARNINGS Explicit Language, Fratboy!Atsumu, F!Reader, Rough Asphyxiation, Minor Degradation (towards Reader & Atsumu), Spitting, The Word Daddy One Time, Under The Influence Sex (a little), Rough Sex, Kinda Public S*x But Not Really,

WORD COUNT 4.7K Words

AUTHORS NOTE if you caught the reference to a certain pop-culture film, send an ask with the answer & your name so i could properly ask for ur name in marriage. also FIRST FIC ON HERE FUCK YES LMFAO HERE WE GOOOOO

When Atsumu Miya promised you he would ruin your entire life in the 7th grade, you didn’t think he’d meant those words as much as he really did.

Sure, you both had a deep (and oddly unreasonable) hatred for each other that usually put poor Osamu in a tough pickle. Besides that though, you couldn’t help but carry this disdain for the faux blond through the many (unfortunate) years of familiarization.

He’d always been so arrogant, glancing down at you with his nose turned up towards the site of your charmingly hideous recreation of the Statue of Liberty for art class, always telling you that you weren’t fast enough with your shitty legs so you never got the grace of sitting down next to ‘Samu, and never giving you as much as a second look when his brother wasn’t in his vicinity.

At first, you wanted to get him to like you. Why wouldn’t you? He was the boy you’ve had a crush on since before puberty’s brother and it was in your best interest to get along with him.

The only issue? It was Miya Atsumu for Christ’s sake.

Don’t even start with the minute he realized he was hot shit in Volleyball. It was almost like clockwork, where the arrogance just extended into dark malicious wings that spread over you and gave you two options: deal with the attitude to be in Samu’s presence, or leave.

The latter was never an option though.

The world stopped spinning on its axis in the 11th grade though, when a change in your dynamics (that you can’t quite figure out) caused the rivalry to revert into nothing more than harsher than socially accepted jokes and a small petal of smiles hoping to blossom into a friendship.

Eventually it happened, causing you to be a bit more comfortable with the blond, or at least comfortable enough to show up to one of his fraternity’s (or more like sports club, but ‘Tsumu really wanted the full college experience so he demanded everyone called it Delta Ball which was really dumb if you asked ‘Samu) party tonight.

You weren’t one to dress up, but it was your senior year at the University and why not go all out for one of the last parties of the year?

The little black dress you had on did nothing to hide you, confidently walking through the house as if it was your own (because it basically was, you never went to the parties but you always seemed to be there) with your head held high.

At least, you were for the first 30 minutes to an hour before the (many) drinks you downed began to settle in. Whether it be the constant little snarky yet flirtatious remake thrown to whoever caught it, to the dance moves you’d probably rather burn alive than do sober— you were having the time of your life.

“Well whatta’ we have here, Bo’?”

Keyword, were.

The drink in your hand found itself sliding down your throat faster than before, the idea of being closer to drunk to communicate with Atsumu being the best one yet. You turned around excruciatingly slow, two towering buff varsity players smirking down at you with nothing but mischief.

“Bokuto, please don’t participate in his bullshit.” You announced, dull face hiding the small glint of excitement bubbling in your stomach.

Okay, so maybe the faint rivalry started to drift away and something a bit more started to grow for the other, other twin. Sure, Samu was nice, funny, chill, and an amazing cook— but it was something about Atsumu’s way of being both clumsy and extremely diligent, dorky and cocky, and funny and corny at the same time that started to make you think of him in other ways that wasn’t clouded in wrath.

He always challenged you, meeting your snarky remarks with equally sarcastic ones, innocently flirting with you in ways that you knew he only did to get under your skin, and grew into his looks a lot more once he started consistently playing volleyball.

His dialect got a bit stronger (especially cause he was a bit drunk at this exact moment), and his cheeks were flushed enough to make you want to see what they’d look like panting with sweat—

“Don’t ya’ go all goldfish now, this is serious!” The setter whined, his babyish persona making you roll your eyes and lean into Bokuto’s large chest in exasperation.

You almost missed the way his eyes raced towards your movement and back over to your face with a bit more of a furrow to his thick eyebrows— almost.

“C’mon Y/N! I really want you to come play this game with us!” Bo’s large voice boomed through the bass in his chest, your ears ringing and a smile just having to replace your frown because it’s Bokuto we’re talking about.

“Anyone gonna tell me about the game?” Your slightly tipsy voice questions as you adjust the bottom of your ever-rising dress and swing whatever was left in your solo cup to see if it did something, anything, to it’s remains.

“Oh it’s—”

“You’ll see, darlin’!”

You could hear it in Atsumu’s voice— something that wasn’t supposed to happen was definitely about to happen. And you knew you should probably turn around and demand Bokuto spills it since it isn’t in his nature to lie to anyone about such a thing, but the alcohol caused you to (almost) smirk in utter excitement.

At least, you were until you realized exactly what you were getting into when you walked over into the kitchen.

“There’s no way I’m doing this.” You stated factually, eyes blinking long and hard at the audacity of the silver haired ace and idiot setter. “There’s just no way.”

“Please Y/N! Pretty please!”

Suck and Blow. A cursed game that did nothing but give you traumatic experiences with traumatic people in the past for you. To say the least, it was like hell reincarnated into a single card that spread around a circle of people and gave you a grave amount of anxiety and embarrassment, no matter how nonchalant you were.

“I’m not getting mono just cause you guys need another player.” Your words slip through your lips faster than you could stop them. Sometimes you didn’t mean to be so mean, but when put in a predicament like this— it was nothing short of necessary.

“Just one round, it’s all we’re asking for!” Bokuto’s voice exclaimed, his hair deflating in just the slightest way that you knew you couldn’t ignore. Curse Atsumu and his knowledge of your weakness for the sweet boy.

You paused, not wanting to give Atsumu the satisfaction of knowing your mind was already made up the minute Bokuto started emoing out. You hated when they both teamed up like this, you really did. “I’m not standing next to that fucking weirdo that got his tonsils removed.”

You crinkle your nose at the thought, chugging down the leftover drink and tossing the empty cup onto the marble kitchen counter. Deep breaths, you thought, it’s just suck and blow.

“Stop being such a pussy,” you mumbled, “it’s suck and blow.”

“Wanna try either one of those on me later, princess?”

Atsumu’s voice was rough, the dialect mumbling into your ear in a way to where you could practically rip the stupid smirk off his (secretly blushing) face that was just a few centimeters away from yours. You knew you loved it, the attention the blond gave you that he never really did to other girls. And you ate it right up.

“You’re gonna end up eating both those words and something else tonight.” Your voice aired into his ear, a small nibble onto his earlobe being the finishing touch as you didn’t bother to watch his reaction.

Were you screaming internally? Yes. Was your face starting to grow hot from the two oral innuendos being thrown into the air? Absolutely. Were you going to give Atsumu the satisfaction of knowing it got to you though? Hell the fuck no.

At least, if you didn’t show it, then Atsumu definitely did. His red cheeks and widened eyes were a tell all, the bright brown irises uncontrollably zooming over your figure again and again in a way that would’ve made Osamu disgusted if he wasn’t off somewhere playing beer pong somewhere with Suna.

You walked closer towards the circle, Bokuto and you being separated by someone you knew to be in your Literature II class to your right, and Atsumu’s body not daring to let anything come between either of you. It took a lot of mental convincing that he only did it because he knew ‘Samu would have his head if he let anyone cop a feel during Suck and Blow. What other reason could there possibly be (other than the fact that the two of you wanted to do nothing more than ravage one another)?

“So everyone understands the rules right?”

You snap yourself out of your thoughts, not even realizing the round had started quicker than you anticipated. It started with a few people you could recognize by face, quickly reaching Atsumu and getting closer to you.

You had expected him to purposely fuck the entire game up, or at least had some hope that it would, and press his lips onto yours out of spite. It never came though, the feeling of the plastic card touching your lips and guiltily bringing a slight (almost non-existent) damper on your mood. Your mouth presses roughly onto the card, passing it over to the next person and watching as the card continues to travel though the circle past Bokuto.

“Surprised ya’ held onto it for that long.” Atsumu teases, his words once again close to your ears in a way that brought chills down your spine. You couldn’t tell where the surge of attraction for him came from, but it was almost surreal feeling it in action.

“What can I say?” You smile, leaning your head onto his shoulder to bring your lips over to him yet again. “I’m just really good at sucking.”

It wasn’t out of character for either of you to shoot harmless jokes towards each other. What was, though, was for you to throw back flirtatious remarks Atsumu threw at you with a blind eye. He wasn’t used to hearing you retaliate in a way that didn’t intend to hurt his feelings. And he’d be lying like a sinner if he said he didn’t love it.

The card reached over towards Atsumu again, your eyes closing in preparation for the plastic to touch your lips once again.

It never came though, and you were going to open your mouth to release a smart remark until you were met with the warmth of what you took to be the blond’s tongue. It was almost out of a movie, his arm wrapping around your neck so smoothly, you would’ve believed this was his plan all along. All around, people began to hoot and holler at the view in front of them, but you couldn’t bring it upon yourself to hear them.

All you could think about was how annoying Atsumu was for trying to get all the attention on him during a very intense first round. Sure, it was extremely hot and he was a really good kisser (no really, he was, and by the way the two of you shoved and sucked onto the others tongue, it was very much mutual), but you weren’t going to go down in history like the girl who froze in time when the Atsumu Miya planted one right on her lips.

So with that, your hand softly trailed its way up his toned torso, to his chest, up into his hair only to pull him back by his soft locks and stare blankly (and embarrassingly) at him. “God, ‘Tsumu. Can you suck?”

Your voice was dry, raspily slipping through your lips as you tilted his head on your own command with your right hand. Before he could give you his own cocky retort, Bokuto’s loud hands clapped over the music.

“Okay you two, you know the rules!” He announces, grabbing the two of you with his hands (and shooting a very obvious, far from subtle wink to the setter next to you) and dragging you towards the pantry on the other side of him.

“Seven minutes!” Bokuto proudly yells, and not a single protest could slip from your freshly used lips before he slams the pantry door closed and cuts off all signs of light from the outside.

Now, drunken you (and horny you) would’ve been ecstatic about being locked in a fraternity pantry with a hot star athlete whose muscles almost popped out the sleeves of his t-shirt. The you at this exact moment though, was nearly shivering in anger and utter embarrassment.

“You’re such a dick.” You mumble, rolling your eyes as you turn over towards the blond and feel the rest of your harsh words get stuck behind the tongue that nearly lolled out from your lips at the sight.

There stood Atsumu, a blush on his cheeks and nose, as well as a smirk that made your panties feel like a burden between your thighs. The chain resting on his neck brought a heartbeat to somewhere that wasn’t located on your chest, and before you knew it, you realized you really wanted to fuck Atsumu Miya right now.

And before you could take back your thoughts and ruin something that probably (definitely) shouldn’t start, you found your body moving on it’s own (and by the help of Atsumu’s now rough grip on your waist, as well as the fingers you had wrapped around his silver chain) to his warm frame and crashing your lips together with nothing else to say.

Experiencing it once took you off guard. This time though, it was almost as if fighting each other with your tongues was the only way for either of you to survive. His hands began to wander around you, a groan slipping through his throat into yours and swallowing up your rational thoughts completely because if there was anything in this world you wanted to do, it was to evoke that sound out of this man again.

“‘Tsumu.” You broke away, nothing but the sound of your pants for air surrounding the (now super tiny) pantry and Atsumu’s lips smacking across your jaw and over to your neck greedily.

“Keep sayin’ it darlin’.” He muttered into your neck, a whimper leaving your lips once he sunk his canine-like teeth into the soft skin between your shoulder blade and neck.

“I really want to,” which was true, “but I’d rather you hear me do it in your room.”

Everything stopped (or at least everything in the pantry), and you realized this excited him when something began to rub against your body that was much too close to be comfortable to Atsumu. There goes yet another reason for you to lose your panties.

You had an epiphany the moment Atsumu’s large frame nearly broke the pantry door down and practically carried you out the door.

You couldn’t even pay attention to the comments and loud boisterous noises being made by his friends as he dragged you through heaps of people and closer towards the stairs. You had a second to breathe, the sexual tension taking up so much of your mind that words were difficult to form in a perfectly strung sentence. At least, you couldn’t until you felt Atsumu’s strong arms grip onto the back of your knees and your back in a way that literally dropped you into his arms.

“Idiot, can I get a warning before you try flashing me to the entire house!” You frowned, your drunken anger subsiding the arousal and bringing you slightly back down to Earth. Atsumu only smirked down at you, nearly skipping steps up onto the emptier second floor of the house.

“Princesses should never have to walk up some stairs.”

You wanted to blush, you really did because since when did Atsumu Miya drop bombs like that on you? But the flash coming from two devices at the foot of the stairs brought your spinning head past his arms and making eye contact with none other than Suna Rintarō and Osamu Miya and you knew at this point you were too far gone. Giving them the middle finger, both your bodies disappeared up the stairs and into the third bedroom to the right, Atsumu’s bedroom.

The lights were already off, and you didn’t waste any time before slamming the large framed boy against his own door and bringing his lips back to yours.

“Eager huh?” He smirked between your lips, and you nearly moaned when his large hands dragged their way down to your ass and gave your cheek a rough smack followed by an equally tightly gripped squeeze. The motions spread your ass further apart, the sensation of cool air seeping between your legs and onto an area begging for attention.

“Shut the fuck up, please.”

Your words were harsh, but you paid it no mind as you used the arms rubbing his muscular torso to pull his white shirt over his head and kick your shoes off somewhere in the corner. Atsumu took this time to take off his jeans, a print you couldn’t even mentally measure haunting you in a way that only excited you for what’s about to come.

Atsumu knew deep in his heart that he tried his hardest to not rip your dress. He really did. He knew it cost you money, and he knew you probably really liked it enough to wear it to one of the last parties of the year. He, on the other hand, loved it too much to ever be able to physically see it on you again. So with that being said, the sound of fabric ripping and growing looser on your body brought a scowl to your panting face.

“You’re buying—”

“I’ll buy ya’ a thousand of these once we get rich, for now,” he interrupts, ripping the rest of the dress off and nearly foaming at his mouth from the sight of you with nothing on, “lemme drill ya’ into my mattress please.”

His words weren’t taken lightly, and an involuntary whine escaped your lips as you found yourself wrapping your legs against his bare waist. You both clashed your lips together once more as if you couldn’t find it within yourselves to separate, and if you had a chance, you wouldn’t stop.

Sure, Atsumu’s always been good at a lot of things. But kissing? Kissing might just take the cake. Before you could finish though, you feel his calloused hands slide it’s way up your bare chest and towards your neck with some grip. The hand choking you threw you against his extremely soft mattress, and you gasped in surprise at his rough actions. Almost instinctively, you scrambled to pull your panties off and leave you bare and uncaring against the white of his sheets practically dripping down onto them.

He couldn’t see you, but he could make out the glistening sweetness pooling between your thighs and the way your chest heaved up and down and Atsumu realized he’s successfully lived to tell the tale of what Heaven looks like in the flesh.

“Just fuck me please,” you said, the rasp in your voice bringing Atsumu’s attention over to your face twisted in nothing but arousal. He wanted to listen to you, he really did, but he also knew it wasn’t the right thing to do yet.

“I wanna, sweets, but ya’—”

You disregarded anything further, the heartbeat between your thighs only growing as you pulled his briefs down and exposed something you’d always thought about.

Now, you have been with your fair share of men, especially now that you’re in college. A lot of them were pretty average, a few all star players being more hung than others. Atsumu though, was unlike anyone or anything you’d ever seen. And you’d be lying if you said you didn’t drool a bit at the sight. It curved perfectly as it slapped harshly against his stomach. From its extensive girth, to its perfectly looking veins running up and blending into the swollen looking mushroomed tip you envisioned choking on— you finally concluded that literally everything was perfect on Atsumu Miya.

“Like whatcha’ see?” He smirks, using a hand on your neck again to push you into the mattress and press his bare skin into your own and drive you insane. You smiled condescendingly in response while your hand dragged its way between your bodies and directly onto his (overly) thick erection.

He was painfully hard, leaking with precum as a small whimper slipped through his throat and into your mouth.“You’re a noisy one, aren’t you?” You tease slyly.

Your words fell on deaf ears, an equally sarcastic response not being able to make its way out Atsumu’s mouth as you slipped him inside you in just one shove. Your body began to feel full already, half of him slipping through your velvety walls and bringing a vein to the blond’s neck.

“Fuck,” he groans, eyes fluttering shit as his mouth stood agape and you decided that fucking Atsumu Miya was enough for you to die in peace.

The rest of him slipped inside, agonizingly slow enough to make you whimper in his ear at the fullness inside you. You were pretty sure if you could, you could watch him bulge through your tummy.

The fullness left you even dizzier than the alcohol, hands grasping at his (impressively) muscular frame and biting your lip harshly. “‘Tsumu, too big.”

Your whimpers cried out, eyes hardly being able to stay open as he began to move in and out of you at a slow and gentle pace. He did nothing but watch your face struggle to find itself yet again, legs already shaking at the slow pattern he hit with your squelching heat.

“Never felt a pussy this wet before,” he groaned, using an arm to grip onto your chin harshly and force you to face him. The room began to spin again, nothing but hazel brown iris shrinking you underneath his towering frame, “let me know when yer’ ready.”

Words tried but couldn’t fall out, nodding your head and releasing a loud moan when Atsumu backed all the way out and pounded his way back into you like nothing. The change in pace caused you to gasp loudly, sitting your torso up slightly and watching the way his dick disappeared in and out of you with more wetness stuck to it then before.

“Fuck, ‘Tsumu.” Your voice dragged out, a loud moan escaping when he began to piston in and out of you at a rougher pace. His hands couldn’t leave your body, gripping your waist, your neck, and finally landing inside your mouth to pry it wide open with two thick fingers.

“Open up.” He demanded, your tongue lollying out per his orders without even a second guess.

It was like he was taunting you, your breasts moving up and down with each thrust you couldn’t think straight so you had no choice but to do what he said. With a lustful glimmer in his eyes, he trailed his other hand down to the wetness trailing down your thigh creating all the noise in the world.

He collected it on his finger, sucking it loud enough to cover the thrusts filling your head and making you moan at the sight of him drinking you up like you were water in a dessert. With your mouth still open, moans couldn’t stop coming out from your lips: Atsumu’s eyes found yours, spitting a mixture of his saliva and your juices onto your tongue and releasing your tongue from his grip.

“Be a good girl fer’ me, baby.” He said, groaning at the end of some words from the sensation of being pulled back into you every time he backed out.

Your eyes rolled back, swallowing and letting him see everything was all gone.

“Your good girl, ‘Tsumu,” you whimpered out, the feeling of how quick he was bottoming in and out of you nearly giving you whiplash. Your hand that wasn’t gripping onto his arm, found it’s way over to his hand and gestured it weakly across your face. You wanted him to smack you, and by the way he started smirking with pleasure, you knew he wanted to smack you too.

“That’s right princess,” he moaned, taking his hand from your grasp and roughly smacking it across your face. The sensation brought goosebumps to your skin, twitching underneath him and starting to feel that bubbling sensation in your stomach you were all too familiar with.

The overstimulation became too much, your fingers making their way down from his overbearing frame to your pulsating clitoris begging for a fraction of attention. You were reaching an edge you were unfamiliar with, so much stimulation causing jolts to run through your body enough to practically make you see stars. From the groans slipping out his lips, to the way he manhandled your pussy to where the sounds were heard above the music— Atsumu Miya had successfully ruined everyone else for you. He had done the impossible.

“I’m gonna—” your words hesitated, the rest not even being able to come out because Atsumu’s hand slipped its way over to your neck and held you with a practically coma-inducing strength.

The stars once clouding your vision came once again, and it almost felt as if you had slipped into an all white dystopia of pure and utter pleasure. Cumming was out the question, you were orgasming longer than you could even believe was possible. Your entire body convulsed around him, gripping so tight it almost hurt if it wasn’t for how wet you were.

Your eyes rolled back, mouth agape and drool slipping out from the tip of your tongue and Atsumu himself realized you had ruined everyone else for him if it meant he’d be able to see that face whenever he had sex.

You were hypnotic, the sensation of your throbbing pussy clenching him in and out enough to drive the man insane.

“Fuck, fuck.” he barely strung together, veins throbbing through his neck and bringing you back to a state of consciousness.

“Harder, please daddy.”

That was the last straw for Atsumu Miya. He could no longer hold in the inevitable— you had made his toes curl at that point.

As quick as you said the words, his body pounded into you, your arms wrapping around his body and bringing his lips to yours. Your lips sloppy smacked against each other, tongues clashing and teeth gnawing at one another as he found himself shaking within you. His cum gushed through your hole, seeping out as gripped onto your neck just as tight as he did before.

“Y/N, fuck please, please.” He begged into your mouth, cumming for the longest Atsumu believes he’s ever came.

With deep (and struggling) breaths for air, Atsumu collapsed on top of you with nothing but an ‘oof’ to show his apologizes. His cock was still within you, only slightly softening and finding its home within your white painted walls. Nothing but your pants for air and the loud bass of music covered your ears, and you slowly found yourself ascending back down to earth from your inhumane high.

“That was…” you rasped out, voice nearly incoherent if Atsumu’s ear hadn’t already been pressed between your neck and the feathery pillow below you.

“You can’t fuck anyone else.” He muttered, words being lost between the sweat on your shoulders and the heart bear ringing in your ear.

You raise an eyebrow at him, wondering where the suddenness came from (even though he literally just came in you and you mentally decided you were inlove with him). “And why not?”

“‘Cause ya’ can’t just go around givin’ me competition.”

Atsumu’s voice was near a whine, cracking at the end of every syllable and bringing a small faint blush to your cheeks (you were sure you couldn’t see it, but you were also sure it was there).

“Is this you saying you wanna’ be the only one to do that, ‘Tsumu?” Your voice was light, still nearly lost but ringing with a warm tease soft enough to bring a certain unmissed redness to the tip of his ears.

“Shut yer’ trap.”

                             © 444TSUMU 2021

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".

beggars can’t be choosers.

levi ackerman x reader x eren jaeger.

includes : threesome, cockwarming, edging/denied orgasm, oral, swearing. whole lotta smut, not a lotta plot.

wc : 4k.

synopsis : a promiscuous sequel. eren knows you’re missing levi and him, and he’s gonna help out his desperate little friend to get the captains attention.

✰ a / n ,, thank you for almost 1,000 followers, i love you all ! <33.

The night after it all transpired- you were like a new woman, the unusual smile on your face made the others query your motives when you appeared at breakfast, lunch, and dinner, even on missions.

'What has her so lively?'

You were fulfilled, there was nothing that could top that night- that night was the embodiment of your fantasies. Both your Captain and long time friend, with you right in the middle.

For the most part, your affairs with the two dwelled to be the same, your comrades still unable to tell something had gone down between the three of you. Eren invariably sat next to you; you teased each other just like always and your Captain still treated you like a peon.

Though not even you could disagree to the fact that you were like an addict, just itching to be touched like a pervert, you longed for the littlest bit of attention- per usual. And it was more painful when Eren purposely chose to torment you, little pokes and prods, long hugs and squeezes sent you over the moon, this was a game to him, and he played it good.

You didn't concede this to Eren, but he could tell you had these twisted ideas in your mind without a word needing to be spoken, watching you doze off into space. Whilst your mind was filled with vile notions of that night- at every waking moment of the day- Eren much less thought about that evening with Captain Levi involved, he would rather make his own remembrances with you.

Giving your feelings the time to fester meant nearly dropping to your knees if anyone so little as gave you a high five.

And Eren loves to use this to further his objective, he finds it a good source of entertainment to watch you shiver, or whine because, ‘she doesn’t even hide it, she wants me so bad.’

On one end, Captan Levi was his usual cold self, and you still flirted with him... For the joke.

While on the other end, he liked it- of course, he did, he liked the chivalry enough to drag you into his office and show you how much he liked your trifling behavior.

Whether he liked it or not, he found himself thinking about it too. Not enough to divert his attention on more crucial aspects of his life and job of course, nor did he act on his thoughts.

It was so pitiful, laying in bed looking at your ceiling as you touched yourself- for what felt like hours- feeling both of them filling you up and giving you what you yearned for. The feeling almost too real, and you yearned to feel it again. You needed it again, no matter the cost.

Your mind filled with only Levi Ackerman and Eren Jaeger.

"What are you thinking about?"

Breaking out of your reverie, seeing Connie parking his rear in the dining halls bench, "oh, nothin' just tired." He hums in response, slowly nodding.

"Dreamin’ about me, I hope."

"Only in your wildest dreams, Springer."

Jean, who's sitting beside his friend and throwing a loose arm over his shoulder, "who'd be daydreaming about you?" he cackles, Connie shoving his best friends’ arm off of him and frowning.

"Don't worry Jean, I have enough love for the both of you."

"I don't-"

"You love it though, right, horse face?" peeking a look to your side, the familiar brunette is claiming his seat next to you, grinning at his friend who's flustered and kicking Eren under the table.

Jean struggles to play it cool, rolling his eyes and tossing his hands behind his head, "I already have someone on my mind."

"Shucks, I can't play around with you anymore?" wriggling your eyebrows, devilish smile growing on your face, Jean shakes his head.

"Nope, doesn't work on me anymore."

Connie interjects, "don't listen to em', he's always gonna be a slave for your little flirts."

"Am not!"

"Yeah, you are, everyone knows it."

Armin and Mikasa walk into the arguing, giving each other a side-eye before hesitantly settling at the table, hearing Jean try to defend himself against his friends, "guys, no need to yell so early in the morning." Armin hushes, sighing.

"Jean, you know you love it."

"Even Armin likes it!" Eren laughs, pointing at his best friend, "he won't deny it either!"

Armin smiles cheekily, scratching the back of his head, "we're not talking about myself right now."

You had a skill, almost like it was an art- reeling any man in as you pleased, and they loved it, who wouldn't?

You suck in a corner of your bottom lip, looking down at your lap.

"Why are you be so loud, Eren?"

The table instantly falls mute, heads darting to face the man in charge, "sorry Cap."

"I want you all outside in ten minutes, be on time."

As quick as he comes, he's gone, not looking at you indifferently. 'This was seriously going to be a one-time thing?'

"You look antsy, y/n." Eren leans over to your ear, "what's on your mind?" he asks, you look at him, he knew exactly what was on your mind.

"You know what's on my mind, Eren,” smug look on his lips, patting your knee, giving it a gentle squeeze, "don't tease me, Jaeger." You mutter, placing your hand on top of his own to remove it from your leg.

"Y'know, now all of a sudden you don't like it when I touch you because it makes you think of that night, it's obvious."

Your eyes squinting to scowl at him, glancing around to see if anyone had heard what he said; they didn't, all of them either throwing away garbage or talking amongst themselves, "why don't you just stir things up again? You want to, I can tell."

You sit there silently, allowing him to rev up your engine, this was something you craved to feel, he wanted to see you act up, enticing him and his friends, "do what you did before, Captain is bound to give you what you want."

You listened to every word he said, his hand still on your thigh as you closed your legs, squeezing them together as your body throbbed, he was right, and you were desperate, "why don't you go tell him how much you want it?"

You lick your chapped lips, throat bone dry as you're uncomfortably struggling to find words, "Eren," he flashes you a smile, 'she's falling apart with just me looking at her.'

"I can't tell him anything, and you better not either," you grit, eventually gaining some self-control, standing from your seat as he remains in his, "shouldn't we go? Everyone else is gone."

Eren stands, stepping over the bench as he takes a look around, the room was nearly empty, "Levi's gonna be mad at us, maybe he'll even punish you if you're lucky."

You shake your head, "just let me help you," you gaze up at him whilst the two of you follow behind your friends, "I can help you get what you want."

You pondered the offer, "yeah?"

He smiles, "of course," Eren tried to contain himself, even the idea of having you under him made his dick twitch under his belt.

"What do you have in mind?" you spoke, he hummed quietly, "wanna' get me in trouble?"

The tension between the two of you rose, holding your breath as you reached the empty field for sparring, he nodded his head, "of course I do."

You brainstormed, how to get attention from your Captain, but what you didn't know was Eren was already putting his plan into motion, already telling your friends what would land you right in his bed.

Hours later, the time dinner came around, the table was just like the ordinary, chatting and eating after a long day of activities; but unbeknownst to you, Eren was counting the seconds before the Captain would come storming into the room.

During the day, while you sparred with Jean, Eren found himself talking to Connie right in front of the men in charge- both Erwin and Levi listened in as Eren purposely filled Connie's ear with intentions you had. Vile thoughts, Levi and Erwin looking at each other, the Commander blown away, 'yeah, she said to me she wanted Captain to chain her up and everything, torture her, even,’

'Are you serious?' Eren nodded slyly.

‘That’s y/n for you, kinky, isnt she?’ crossing his arms.

'She is one freaky bastard- better not let Captain find out.'

But- to no avail, it was a little too late for that.

"Y/n,"

His voice split through the talkative room in an instant, voice booming as you quickly looked up, swallowing your food, "Eren, Y/n, my office- now."

Connie and Eren exchanged looks and you caught them, "what's that look for?"

"Don't worry about it lets just go."

Levi had already left the dining hall, you walked beside Eren, "what did you do, Eren?"

"Nothing." He defends, shrugging as you inched closer to the familiar wooden door.

Eren stopped in front of the door, he wasted no time, knuckles knocking on the old wood, "calm down, it's all fine."

Letting out a sigh, hearing his voice on the other side of the entrance, the two of you slipping past the doorframe and right into his office, he sat there, arms crossed in his chair, "do you have anything you'd like to say for yourself?"

Before you get the chance to speak, Eren perks up, "what do you mean, Captain?"

"Y/n?"

You choked, throat dry from the awkwardness in the room, "I'm confused on what you mean, sir." Levi scoffed, shaking his head. He was angry, nearly incensed as he watched you shuffle around, your eyes stuck on your feet.

The sound of his chair pushing backward sends shivers up your spine, he stands, "I don't know where to start with either of you."

"Tell him why you did it, y/n."

Your head practically spinning off your shoulders to face the man who stood beside you, "what do you mean, Jaeger?"

Your eyes bulging out of your head, squeezing your fists as you glared at Eren, "say it, cadet."

You looked at Levi in dismay, "I don't know what he's talking about, sir."

"I should've brought Connie in here too for listening to the bullshit you were spewing."

'Bullshit I was spewing?'

"All I was saying was what she told me, Cap."

"Yeah, apparently, y/n."

You meet eyes with your Captain as he's rounding his table, "you want it that bad?"

Avoiding his question, praying for him to step back, feeling weak from his intense glare, sending you into a nervous turmoil.

"Answer me."

You defended yourself, unable to give the boss an answer. Levi was mad, he was beyond humiliated at not only did Erwin hear your perverse ideas, but now big-mouth Connie. And he was fed up- once again- with your behavior.

He’s angrily stepping away from you and opening his bedroom door, "bring her, Jaeger."

Grabbing your wrist, Eren is nearly flinging you into the dimly lit bedroom, stumbling over your feet as the door is clicking shut. You rubbed your wrist, looking at Levi who stands before you, looking up at him.

His strong hands sitting you on the edge of his bed, his finger meeting under your chin and tilting your head up as you stared at him breathlessly, "you want things to be your way, right?"

You nodded, Eren standing next to your Captain, "things won't always go your way, cadet."

You gulped, the restriction growing under his grasp as he slid his hand down your neck, squeezing, "you're lucky I'm even doing this for you, you should be locked up."

Glancing at Eren, who's gradually unhooking his belt, "use this, Captain."

The leather belt being pulled from around Eren's waist and being placed in Levi's hand, he graciously seizes it and pushes you to get up, "lie down and be quiet, understood?"

Before reaching the other side of the bed, your captain is linking the material around your wrists behind your back and using his knee to push you on the bed, your body vulnerable as you can't catch your fall. Knees just barely hanging over the edge of the bed, someone's feet kicking your legs open.

"So I've been on your mind? because it sure seems it."

Digging your head into the sheets, you're nodding, "disgusting."

The weight of the bed plunges in front of your head, fingers entering your hair and pulling you up by the roots, "you think I'll be easy on you this time around?"

You shake your head, "no sir."

With Levi in front of you, Eren is using his foot to slip off your shoes, his hands crawling below your waist, blindly unbuttoning your jeans and tugging them down your thighs.

Pushing you onto your back, Levi is sliding off the bed and you're trying to blow your hair out of your face, Eren steps out of the Captains' way, Levi pushing your knees up and placing your feet on the bed, "you've been acting up again, misbehaving won't get you what you want, y/n."

"She probably wanted this to happen again."

You did, you prayed for it to happen again, but you didn't intend to be tied up, unable to do anything, "I didn't ask to be tied up, though," you muttered under your breath, pulling against the material.

Eren laughs, unbuttoning your blouse while your Captain pinned your legs against your stomach, squirming around under his tight grasp.

“You go around and tell everyone how desperate you are,” you feel his thumb slowly press against the sensitive nub concealed by only your thin underwear, “have you been thinking about us fucking you again, y/n?” calculatedly pushing his thumb up and down, applying more pressure while he keeps your leg in a firm grasp against your body.

“It’s disgusting, really.”

He knows you you hate to be teased, Levi knew if he had even given you a taste of what you begged for, you'd become greedy. Eren on the other hand was sadistic, he would tease and tease and tease, that's how he would get off.

You're caught up in the painstaking abuse of his thumb, not giving any thought to the question he had asked you. He stops, looking at you with a bitter glare, “didn't I ask you a question?” you whine, pressing your head deeper into the mattress.

“Yes, Captain- I've been thinking about you fucking me.”

He's gratified by your answer, knowing that the inquiry would humiliate you.

“Dirty- fuckin’ dirty.” He taunts, picking up where he left off. Levi stands beside his subordinate, Eren pressing your other leg up and finding his fingers hooking around the wet fabric, and trying to get a look at your cunt.

Eren moves out of the way, allowing Levi to push your body back farther, he lowers to his knees, leaning against the edge of the bed, “do you enjoy giving me a hard time?”

They never failed to get you under their complete control, your heart beating out of your chest whenever either of them gave you as little as a glance with their lust-filled eyes. It was so incredibly wrong, so immoral, but it was your guys’ thing, this was your little secret.

“You’ve always been such a troublesome girl.”

Weakly, you're shaking your head, trying to keep your breathing under control as his fingers are raking between your sopping folds, spreading them apart with his calloused index and middle finger, admiring your beautiful body. ‘God- if you weren't such a pest.’ Levi pushed those thoughts to the back of his head, you'd always be his little annoying flirt, nothing more- nothing less.

Though both Eren and Levi seemed to enjoy pleasuring you until numb, your captain knew he needed to instill some discipline, he couldn't let himself be seen as a push-over just because he couldn't stop thinking about how you squeezed his cock so perfectly.

The thought of his fingers being knuckle deep inside your pussy brought him close to reaching bliss in his jeans, you didn't even have to touch him.

Curving his fingers up into your tight, textured walls, feeling your heartbeat throb around his two fingers as he made sure to send shock waves throughout your body. The pad of his thumb rubbing deep and slow circles around your clit, each time he hit a nerve your legs twitching, he hit every spot.

Eren stood beside you, loosely pumping his cock in his fist, watching you squirm and cry out, trying to free yourself as your wrists were falling asleep from the weight of your body, “l-let me go, please.”

Levi and Eren dismissed your pleas, trying so desperately to close your legs from the strong thrusts of his fingers, the overstimulation making your back arch, sucking his fingers in for more, and more.

That coil tightening in your stomach was unmistakable, head spinning, moaning out blubbers of swears and incoherent words, “go on, cum.” They know how bad you've been waiting for this, both men knew it needed to happen again, it was sad seeing you feral like a dog looking for any sort of notoriety.

That's all you wanted to hear, selfishly pushing your quivering hips onto his fingers, he knew this would make you furious, Levi was ready to make your night hell.

All of it stopped. His digits pulling out of your clenching hole as he smirked, standing up onto his feet, pulling you farther and farther away from the peak of your climax.

Gasping like a fish out of water, lifting your head to see Levi on his feet, you sobbed, pain filling your body as you were so prepared, so close to releasing, “Captain,” crying, your foot shaking from the awful tension erected in your lower stomach, your pussy mindlessly twitching, trying to make up for lost touch.

He leans towards your face, gripping your jaw, slipping his slick-covered fingers down your tongue, “that's what happens when you aren't good, I'm sure you understand that, right?”

“Yes- sir.”

He pitties you, almost feeling bad for leaving you a mess in your tears and exertion, but Eren, on the other hand, loved it. “If you take good care of Eren, you might get what you want.”

Eren helps you up, keeping your wrists bound as he can now take advantage of your wet throat, “she knows how to take good care of us.” Eren praises, petting your head and peeling the stranded hairs out of your face, “you’ve always been so good to me.”

Levi scoffs, “besides when she's being a tease.”

Your captain unzips his pants, pushing them past his thighs.

Sitting on the bed and leaning his bare back against the bed frame, “come over here.”

Like a feeble idiot, you're bringing your body closer to his, he grabs you by your waist, lifting one leg and yanking you over his lap, Eren gets on the bed, his tip spilling precum, “you're gonna sit still while you help your friend out, yeah?”

Levi prepares his cock by stealing some of your slick and lubricating hmself with it, lifting your hips so he can ease you onto his cock.

Pushing yourself onto his hips only made him annoyed, “don't you dare,” you groan, he keeps you somewhat upright by keeping a hold on Erens belt.

Eren gripping the back of your head, directing your mouth onto his cock, your lips wrapping around his tip whilst looking in his pretty eyes, his thick eyebrows furrowed and twisted from the satisfaction your mouth is endowing his needy cock with.

Your tongue licking the bottom side of his cock as you pressed your throat until it was filled.

He just wants to hear you gag, messy face while your throat tightens around him, adjusting to his size.

Your pussy crying and burning from the lack of movement, your Captain torturing you, whining on Eren’s cock, hoping Levi would just move a little, although you knew better than to attempt anything.

Eren rocking his hips against your throat, spit spilling from your chin as he throat fucks you, Levi sees how good of a job you're doing, rutting his hips into your dripping cunt only once to keep you going- cueing you to hurry and swallow Erens load so you can convince them to fuck you.

Pulling out of your throat, strings of spit connecting to his cock as he stops himself from releasing down your throat.

Levi’s pleased with you, so he wants to reward you, ‘she’s suffered enough,’ he says to himself, fucking you on his cock just how you like it. Letting out whimpers of relief; by the time your Captain had decided to fuck you, the base of his cock had already been soaking from your slick trickling down and onto his pubic bone. Erens hand palming your perky tits, watching them bounce at the hands of you riding him.

Reversing on Levi’s cock meant Eren could see your pretty little face twist up, your mouth stuck open as you looked at the man in front of you, you were so precious- if anything- you deserved him, you deserved his affection, and he wanted to give it to you.

“Cap’ gonna cum,” you're body trying to curl up in a ball as he holds you from plunging forward, the movement of your hips bouncing back and forth on him, your ass slapping on his cock, the sound of skin loud, which he used as encouragement to plant his seed in you. Such a vicious noise as Levi keeps you still, rutting his hips into yours as he's pulling your head back by a handful of your hair. Your body left with shockwaves as he fucks any sort of knowledge, words, and sounds out of you; you're silent, mouth ajar as you're eventually worthy enough to reach your high.

Your head spinning, eyes being surrounded by a warm white as you're clenching around him to suck him in deeper, your holes twitching as you're frozen still from the orgasm erupting from your body.

Levi grunting as he fills you up with his load, thrusting his hips into you to plant his seed as deep as possible into your beaten little cunt.

“That's right, so pretty- I bet that felt good, didn't it?”

“It did- ‘need more, Eren.”

Eren smirks, face glowing with pride, so vulnerable you were, a girl with needs- his girl, and he had all the antidotes for your selfish little troubles. You were always so willing, truly, you were the perfect participant.

“I think I should untie her, what do you think?”

“Go on and do it, I think she deserves it.” a sigh of relief leaving your lungs as you're set free, rubbing your raw wrists while Eren is easing you on your back, his hands caressing every inch of your sore body, gently squeezing when he gets a good handful of your soft flesh. Up your thighs, under, your perfect waist and sides, he wanted it all-and he wanted you at his disposal.

And thankfully, you wanted them all to yourself too.

Eren knew he wouldn't last long, he's been waiting too long for you, so he doesn't spare any seconds, kneading your tits; giving each of them the right amount of attention, rolling your nipple between his fingers, lightly tugging as he's pushing past your little hole, “filled with so much cum already, you like bein’ a cocksleeve? You like being stuffed, huh?”

Nodding, “yes- I love it s’much, love it!”

Levi holds your wrists above your head.

Eyes rolling back, Erens cock drilling into you, your body shaking as he tears another orgasm out of you, you cried and screamed, Levi inserting his two fingers down your throat to shut you up as Hanges room was no more than ten feet away.

You loved it, you loved it so much- you loved being the center of their attention, you adored being their little ragdoll, how they could fuck you into oblivion so mercilessly, yet make sure you get your fix.

His cock knocking into you, hitting your cervix, which sent moans flying out of your throat, gripping his wrist tightly while he held your thigh up around his waist.

You deemed it your job to please them, to take care of them, and they felt the same- it was the implicit rule of this situationship.

Erens trying to instill as much self-control as he can bear to keep, but it's merely no use, he’s slipping, and fast. His cock constantly slamming into your nerves sent you into a spiral, every thrust fucked your eyes to the back of your head, “fuckin’ you stupid huh- I missed this tight cunt.” Eren spits, the sweat from his body dripping onto your sticky body as your pussy goes numb.

“I love your cock- love it s’much Eren,” your beautiful voice could alone bring both men to climax, he uses it as motivation to cum deep into your pussy. Levi wiped the drool from the side of your lip, along with your tears as he watched you.

Eren pulled out, light moans as he shivered, spilling his seed on your stomach, a mantra of your name falling from his tongue as he tried to regain control.

With you left fucked out on the bed as they got dressed, almost like a routine- you're left struggling to put your clothes on as Levi is trying to rush the two of you out of his room so he can strip his sheets.

“Don't get caught.” He's warning, seeing the two of you out, you're practically trudging through the corridors with Eren at your side as you feel more of a mixture of your cum soak through your underwear and legs, your jeans getting damp with each step you took.

Right as you neared the bedroom door, thankful to be able to strip yourself of your clothing in only a few minutes, Eren ensures you get to your room safely, but no one is that lucky- are they?

“Whatcha’ guys up to?”

Before catching a glimpse of your face, you're gasping and looking away, Eren turning around to see Connie and Jean, “busy?”

Eren laughs, casually speaking, “does it look like it?” he looks more or less as disheveled as you did, his hair falling from the hair tie, while you looked a mess.

“She looks like she just got hit by a bus.”

Your body barreling over in embarrassment, you find it hard to look at them, Jeans’ eyes doubling in size as he sees the unfamiliar piece of fabric in your hand.

“Is that- your bra?”

[Cesium Anon] Kyoko and Sayaka were desperate for someone who could fuck them senseless, because their boyfriends are unable to satisfy them. But given that they just walked in on Maki getting fucked senseless by her boyfriend Shuichi, I think they just found their answer.

Tw: NTR

Neither Makoto nor Leon were... satisfactory. In Kyoko’s mind, Makoto is just too soft. Too cuddly and he never tries anything special. While for Sayaka, Leon is incredibly lazy in bed, always ordering her around and almost never moving a pinkie. One is too soft, the other too lazy. The two friends were just walking around campus talking, before hearing something weird. Like someone in pain. Kyoko, always the detective, rushed ahead as Sayaka followed behind, the two of them getting to an abandoned classroom... and as they open it up they come to the ungodly kinky sight of Shuichi behind Maki. The always stoic underclasswoman is being destroyed by a fat dick, but while he is going hard, it is clear he is taking care of her too. A hardcore pounding, really reshaping her insides, but with him as an active participant. The two girls look in shock, and the two inside realise they’ve been caught but Maki, instead of fearing and panicking as Shuichi does... just grins.

~//~

Three hours have passed. Maki is once more still being fucked by Shuichi, this time right onto the teacher’s desk, her legs open as he pounds away at her, his cock rubbing against her insides, Sayaka and Kirigiri fallen down around her, all four of their lower holes stretched out and leaking cum, as Maki grabs Shuichi’s head and starts kissing him. She never had an issue on sharing and it seems those two needed a nice fucking. She’ll talk to them later about how this will all pan out but... she can finally say Shuichi is getting tired in the bedroom. Maybe one or two more girls will help. Eh, she’ll think about this later. Another orgasm is coming and she isn’t sure she’ll be able to think after it - Yep~ Yep~ No more thinking, just cumming~

Love isn't a Blessing

love isn’t a blessing by planetundersiege

Kiribaku Week 2021: Day 4: Hanahaki Disease

Bakugou never thought of himself as a person that would ever be in love.

Words: 420, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 4 of Kiribaku Week 2021

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

Characters: Bakugou Katsuki, Kirishima Eijirou

Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijirou

Additional Tags: Angst, Drabble, Wordcount: 100-500, KiriBaku Week 2021, Unhappy Ending, Hanahaki Disease, AU

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/30858302

It Takes Time

Summary: Hawks and the reader are married and have an adorable baby boy together. That took them a while to conceive. While Hawks is trying to enjoy every minute of it, but a dark part of his mind is starting to linger over him.

Pairing: Hawks x reader

Word count: 4,031

Warnings: terrible writing, angst, fluff, cute, sad, dark, sweet, mention of the word depression, hard to conceive, mention of the word abuse, CONTAINS SPOILERS, domestic Hawks, Hawks is a daddy, cute family nicknames, tear making fic, deep conversations, a demon that lingers inside of Hawk's heart, slight cursing, mention of the word sex

A/N: Hey! Well...I was going to write either Kirishima or Todoroki, but this cute Hawks fic idea decided to move in. So here is a cute fic of Hawks being a dad. Again, this is my first time writing for Hawks so please bear with me as I try out new characters and ideas for my fics. Thanks. :)

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They say having a baby is what makes a father and mother's love grow stronger. It makes their relationship stronger. Sometimes this saying is true and sometimes it was false.

Then again, it took a while for Keigo and you to get pregnant. One, Keigo’s work schedule always got changed and you two couldn’t do anything. Since he was going up in ranks as a pro-hero. Two, all of the failed pregnancy tests thinking that you were when your period was late. Bringing you into a small depression state. It even took a toll on Keigo. All he wanted to have someone to carry on his legacy when he was gone. Someone he could take flying around the city at night. To see the starts with. Someone he could teach their quirk to them.

Sadly, his wishes didn’t come true.

After a little small vacation, because Keigo had the weekend off. You two decided to give trying to have kids one more go around.

With a little bit of birdie magic and some prayers, your wish of wanting to be a parent came true.

You looked at the three positive pregnancy tests sitting on the bathroom sink. You smiled with tears strolling down your face. “Keigo is going to be so happy,” you said to yourself. You took your phone out of your pocket and dialed Keigo’s number.

Two rings later, Keigo answered on the other end saying “Hey baby! What do you need?”, in his cheerful voice like he always has when he answered your phone calls.

“Hey...uh are you busy? Because I need you to come home”, You replied.

Keigo said, “Not really, I just have a small meeting in a few minutes why?”

“I-It’s okay, it can wait till you get home..”, is all you could say to him at the moment. You wanted to tell him the news, but you wanted to wait till he was able to express his excitement.

Like the true bird he is, Keigo quickly picked up on the concern in your voice. He couldn't tell if you were happy, sad, mad, or sick. He just knew something was on your mind. That you needed to tell him something. Keigo said “Give me ten minutes and I’ll be home Y/n”, and he ended the call.

All you could do was look at your phone and run a hand through your hair. You groaned “Fuck..I only have ten minutes to make something cute to tell him”. So, you grabbed the three tests and headed to set them on the kitchen island. Then you took a blank card and wrote the words ‘’Hi Daddy’’. It was simple, but it was still cute and meaningful. Now you just had to wait for Keigo.

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Keigo put his phone up and looked for Tokoyami. Once he found him, he said “Kid, I can’t make it to this meaning, something is going on with Y/n and I don’t know what it is”. Tokoyami didn't need him to explain anything else. He understood him completely. Family comes first before meetings. Tokoyami only said, “I understand Hawks. I’ll take care of everything”. Keigo thanked him and he headed out of the agency to go home to you.

The flight home was nothing like normal. Keigo’s mind was more focused on why you were not your normal self when you called him. He just wanted to know if everything was okay at home.

Keigo made it to the front door and he walked in calling “Y/n?”, but no answer. He shut the door and he walked over towards the kitchen because something had caught his eyes. You had walked into the living room when he got to the announcement. You said “Yeah Keigo?”

Keigo ignored you for just a few seconds as he read the card with the two words “Hi Daddy”. At first, he was confused and he then looked at the three tests. Seeing the word pregnant on all three. Keigo shot his eyes over at you with his tears forming. You smiled and said, “We are getting our dream babe”. Keigo dropped the card and wrapped his arms around you. He was finally getting the baby he always wanted with you.

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Nine months later, Kenta Takami was born. Keigo and you couldn't be happier that your son was finally here. Kenta was completely perfect in every way. He was born with your hair color. He was born with Keigo’s gold-colored eyes. Tiny red wings like his father's were poking out from his back. Kenta was a hero in the making.

Keigo couldn’t contain his tears when he was finally able to hold his son. His offspring was here and he was not going to let him go. Keigo was going to do anything in his power to protect his baby boy.

Keigo was happy that his son was born with his red wings. Meaning his genes were so damn good. Keigo didn’t know what his son’s quirk was going to be. Because you were born with an amazing quirk also. Whether Kenta used his wings with his quirk or not. Keigo was going to enjoy training and working with his son once he was able to obtain his quirk.

While happiness loves to be there, darkness also likes to make its appearance. It’s been in the picture since Keigo knew he was going to be a father. Keigo’s childhood was the only thing that he could see. Just everything he had to endure during his time of growing up.

He fought so hard to not express the things that were destroying him from the inside. Keigo needed to have a conversation with someone. Sure, he could have this conversation with you, since you are his wife. But, he needed advice from someone who had already gone through the whole experience that he was going to go through.

Keigo just didn’t know when that conversation was going to be.

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A month after Kenta's birth. Keigo was still feeling the darkness start to grow inside of him. He knew something had to give. He knew he needed help. Keigo had called a fellow pro-hero and his best friend to meet up for lunch at his agency. Pro-hero Cobalt. Or as Keigo likes to call him Touya.

Touya Todoroki already had a son, who was a year old. So, Keigo knew that he could talk to Touya about what he should do.

Touya had walked into Keigo’s office saying “Hey Birdbrain”. Keigo rolled his eyes and replied, “Hey Burnt boy”. Touya groaned and sat down on the couch across from Keigo. Touya looked better than he did a few years back. He finally was able to find someone to help him get his skin to regenerate. He was finally rid of his burnt scars. Able to be the hero he was meant to be. Hell, he was running the Todoroki agency with his brother.

Touya said, “Alright Keigo, why the sudden urge to call me? I told Shouto I’d be gone an hour”. Keigo looked at Touya and spoke, “How do I get this demon out of my system? How do I not become the father I had?”

At first, Touya was shocked. He didn’t think that Keigo would come to him for advice like this. Yet, Touya himself went through the same experience. Touya said “It takes time buddy. I just have to remind myself that I will not become what my old man was. Yeah, our relationship is somewhat better now, but that still is not the point. I look at my son in the eyes and I see me. I see myself in a better childhood than I had. Yes, I know he is not me and he will never be me. I tell him every chance I get, that I will do everything I can to be a better father to him. I will not put him through the same situations I went through”.

Keigo just stared at Touya. Taking every single word that came out of Touya’s pierced mouth into his heart. Keigo knew that this was the talk he needed to hear. Besides you, Touya knew Keigo best. That is why they are called best friends.

Touya put his hand on Keigo’s shoulder and spoke “Tonight, take the night shift with your son. Take the moment that you have with him to just tell him everything you want to tell him. He may not understand, but it helps to get that demon off of your back”, with a soft smile.

Keigo smiled back and said “Thanks man. I knew you would help me out in this situation”, Touya replied, “Yeah I know. Now let’s get our lunch, I’m starving”. Keigo shook his head and had their food order up to his office.

Tonight, Keigo was going to do exactly what Touya had told him to do. He was going to take the night shift to take care of Kenta. Since he had the next day off anyway. He was going to be able to have the moment that he needed to have with his son.

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“You’re such a good baby Kenta even if you do like to keep mommy and daddy up at night”, as you softly spoke to your infant son. Who was munching down on his pacifier as you laid him down for an afternoon nap.

Kenta kept opening and closing his eyes. He was trying so hard not to fight against the images of dreamland. You started to rub small circles on his back to help him fall asleep faster. Usually, Keigo was the one who could put him to sleep better. Since he did have a sweet lullaby to sing to your son. Kenta finally gave up on his fight with his tiredness and went to sleep.

“Sleep well, my sweet prince”. You softly kissed the top of Kenta's head. Taking the time to admire his little sleeping form. Admiring his little golden locks on his head. Seeing his tiny red wings sprouting out from his onesie. Quietly you walked out of his nursery and towards the kitchen. Needed to get a few things done before Kenta woke up from his name. And, before Keigo got home from his work shift.

You finished picking the living room up and started working on dinner when Keigo walked into the house. You looked up and spoke “Welcome home love”, with a soft smile. Keigo closed the door quietly and responded “Hello mama bird”.

Keigo made his way over to you and captured your lips with his. He pulled away and then asked “Is my little hummingbird sleeping?”, You spoke, “Yeah, I just put him down for his afternoon nap”.

Keigo’s face dropped a little bit. He was always excited to come home and to hold Kenta. You saw the disappointment in your husband's face and you ruffled his short hair up. You said, “It will be okay Keigo, Kenta will wake up soon and you can have your little buddy”. Keigo smiled and kissed your forehead. He was willing to wait.

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Kenta had woken up an hour later from his nap. Keigo course rushed to his son and took over. It was his daily routine when he got home from work. He would take over and let you just rest up. Because you spent the entire day with Kenta. Only got breaks when your son took naps. Sometimes you ended up taking naps with him, just to rest some.

Keigo sat on the couch with Kenta in his arms. Seeing how his son held onto his finger when he put it near him. Keigo made soft chirping noises, to keep Kenta happy. That was his number one priority, to make sure his son was always happy and healthy.

Keigo spoke, “Hey there little chick. I hope you didn’t give mommy a hard time today”. It is what he would always say to Kenta. Just to make conversation with his son. Even if his son couldn’t talk properly. Keigo could understand what his son was trying to say through the slobbery babbles.

These moments made you smile. Keigo used to be this reckless twenty-five-year-old. Keigo would go get Touya to go do stupid stuff with. Knowing they both were married and professional heroes. Keigo would still make sure he came home to you safe and sound. A little beat up, but alive.

Now he had to completely make sure that nothing happened to him when he went on missions with heroes. He had to come home with fewer injuries than he normally would have. Because he didn’t want to leave your son or you alone. He didn’t want to make you a widow or a single mother. That was a promise he made to you when you two got married. Keigo never breaks his promises. They could be promises that would take a while to happen, but he never breaks them.

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Dinner was finished. Dishes were in the dishwasher getting their hot bath. Keigo and you both were in the bathroom giving Kenta his bath. Since Keigo knew what the temper the water had to be for his son’s wings. So they would not dry out and so he didn’t lose any of the feathers he did have.

When Kenta was finished with his bath, Keigo wrapped him up in the towel, snuggling his son up to his cheek. Didn’t care for the slobber kisses. Keigo would say “Let’s leave mommy alone baby boy. She needs to shower alone”, as he left the bathroom with Kenta.

Know good and well that was not going to happen. He was going to put Kenta to sleep and Keigo was going to come back to you. Because he was going to shower with you. Isn’t he an amazing husband and daddy? Taking care of the two of you the way he knows will work.

You took the feather necklace around your neck and hung it up on the towel rack. Next, you stepped into the shower. Letting the hot water hit your body to massage the day away. That and enjoying it while you could since your husband loves to steal it when you two showered together.

It didn’t take long for Keigo to put Kenta to sleep. Because you felt his arms wrap around you and his lips pressed against your neck. Kissing your neck softly saying “Did you miss me birdie?”, you spoke “Always babe”, turning around to kiss his soft lips.

Keigo and you took your time to shower, just to spend the time with each other. Sure, you could have a small fuck session in the shower, but you both know how loud you can get. Sex, normally happened with Kenta went to your parent's house, when they wanted to see him. Because they lived a good hour away.

The shower ended the moment cold water started to come out of the showerhead. Keigo stepped out first and waited for you. You followed behind him and you both dried off. You then put your pajamas on and Keigo slipped his sweatpants on. Since that is what he sleeps in every night. Keigo grabbed your necklace before leaving the bathroom and then you guys went to your bedroom.

You laid down on the bed first as Keigo turned the light off. He crawled in bed behind you and pulled you close to him. Keigo spoke, “Sweet dreams my love”. You said “Goodnight babe”, and you closed your eyes to go to sleep.

Keigo knew he would stay up for a bit to watch you sleep. It was just something he enjoyed doing. He’s always done it and he would continue to do it. Yet, he would sleep as much as he could before Kenta would wake up. Because he was going to do what Touya suggested for him to do.

Keigo was going to take the night shift tonight. He was going to take care of Kenta while you got a good night's sleep. The moment he heard his son’s cries, he was up and ready to go take care of him. Keigo needed to have that moment with Kenta. To tell him everything that Keigo wanted him to know. Plus Keigo knew when he did tell his son what he wanted, everything would feel so much better to him.

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About two in the morning. You slowly turned over in the bed, expecting to cuddle up to your husband but you didn’t feel his warm chest. You put your arm out and moved it around, thinking he may be further away from you than you thought. You were met with disappointment again. By now you opened your eyes and looked over to the empty bed next to you. You rose and rubbed your eyes, to make sure they weren’t playing tricks on you. At last, they weren't. Keigo wasn’t next to you.

There wasn’t a note around the bed or on your side table. Meaning he didn’t go out on a mission. You didn’t hear the shower running, so he wasn’t taking one. “Keigo?”, you softly called out. But you didn’t get an answer. By now, you pushed yourself out of bed and opened the bedroom door. As you looked down the hallway, you noticed a small light coming from Kenta’s room. Walking towards the door, you heard someone humming a soft lullaby. You could easily tell it was your husband’s voice. So you were a little relieved.

You stood in the doorway and leaned against the door frame. You watched as Keigo sang and rocked your son in his arms. Doing his best to get the little guy back to sleep.

How did you not hear him cry though? Keigo must have heard him first and took action the moment he heard the first cry. Normally you were the first one up since Keigo usually worked in the mornings. Since he had the day off, he must have wanted to let you sleep in and he took over. Letting you get the beauty sleep that you needed.

Keigo finished his melody and then started talking to your son. You listened carefully, wanting to know what he was saying. Sure, it was a daddy and son talk. But with everything Keigo has gone through and what he has to live for. You had the right to listen to what he was going to say to your son.

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Keigo softly spoke “Listen to me hummingbird. Even with you being this little, you can still hear everything that mommy and I say to you. I want you to know that I will do everything in my power to love, cherish and protect you from anything and everything. I will not become the bastard of a father that I had…”

Keigo was starting to let his emotions out. He was starting to break down.

You knew Keigo didn’t have a great childhood, he’s told you many times about his father. The way he would treat him when Keigo was a kid. The way he abused Keigo, made you feel so bad. So sorry for him. Yet, Keigo took it as a sign to do something with his life. The sign he took was to become a hero. Now, he is the number two hero.

Keigo took a deep breath, even with tears rolling down his cheek, he continued “I will not abuse you as he did me. That goes mentally, physically, and emotionally. I will never put you through the same shit I did. I will not make the same mistakes as your father. Because mommy and I are going to make sure that you grow up and have a great childhood”.

Keigo could see the demon that kept lingering around inside of him fade out of his heart. Keigo smiled to himself. He was finally free of the dark cloud that was hovering over him.

You watched as Keigo leaned down and kissed the top of your son’s head and said “I love you so much, kid”. You slowly made your way over and placed your hand in the area between his ruby-red wings. Keigo looked over his shoulder and looked at you. He said “I knew you were there the whole time mama bird”, with a small smile.

Keigo kissed the side of your head and leaned his head against yours. He was tired physically and emotionally, from the workday and from pouring his heart to your guy's baby boy. You spoke “Babe, your okay. You’re doing a great job at being a daddy to Kenta. He may not understand it now, but he will when he gets older”, as you softly rubbed his back.

It took him a moment, but soon Keigo said “I know love...I just...needed to get it off my chest. It’s been bugging me since we found out we were having this little guy”, as he looked down to your now sleeping son. You followed his gaze and smiled.

Keigo walked over and placed Kenta in his crib. Taking Kenta's small blanket, Keigo covered him up, not too much. Just enough so he wouldn’t get cold. Keigo placed one more kiss on Kenta. One more time he said, “Goodnight hummingbird, daddy loves you so much”. Keigo then turned back to you and said “Now let’s get back into our bed mama”, with his cheeky smile.

You smiled and nodded your head, then walked out of your son’s room. Keigo followed behind you and shut the door quietly. He also made sure that it wasn’t all the way shut. So that he or you could easily walk in and get Kenta later in the morning.

The two of you got into your room and laid back down on the bed. You turned over and watched as Keigo made his way to his side of the bed. He laid down and turned over so he could face you properly. You reached up and wiped the tears that were still on his face. Keigo said “Thank you Y/N”, you replied “You’re welcome babe”. Keigo wrapped his arms around you and pulled you closer to him. So that your head was underneath his chin. He then wrapped his wings around, to make sure that you were safe in his arms.

You softly started to sing the same lullaby that Keigo was singing to Kenta. Keigo chuckled and said “Usually it’s the other way around of me putting you to sleep with my song love?’’, softly closing his eyes.

You said, “I know babe. Tonight seems like the night that someone else needed to sing your song to you. So you can fall asleep”. You heard Keigo sigh, but you continued to softly sing to the tired-out hero. Keigo softly spoke, “Thank you babe. I love you so much”. You closed your eyes and said, “And I love you Keigo, more than anything in the world”.

Keigo will still probably have more conversations with your son as he continues to grow. One thing is for sure though, your son has made Keigo a better version of himself. You could say that your son was Keigo’s saving grace.

"Sometimes I wonder if, when you look at me, you wish you were seeing her."

"I see you, Pidge. And you're exactly who I want to see."

My thoughts are running in circles.

Always taking me to the same place.

I have no reason to stay.

I have no courage to just end this.

I wish a little prayer could cure this.

I wish my faith could give me a reason to stay.

I wish a person could be my reason to stay.

But this is not the case.

Could you do “reaction to their crush not believing in love because of past heartbreak” for stray kids please 🥺💞

(I love your writing, you write so well)

Stray Kids reaction to crush not believing in love because of past heartbreak

Genre : angst

Chan :

· He'll be so so understanding and kind

· “Do you want to talk about it? It can help, venting feels really good”

· He'll listen to you and comfort you as you vent to him

· He'll give you some advice about it, telling you to take your time to get over as it's really hard

Minho :

· You'll tell him about it after he confesses to you

· He won't know what to say, just nodding and looking down

· “Do you want to.. talk about it?”

· He'll listen to you and support you, although he's a bit upset he understands it

Changbin :

· He'll be a bit disappointed

· He’ll try to change your mind somehow but he also knows how you feel

· “It’s okay to feel like that, Y/N. It’s going to be okay, the person who played with your feelings like that is an idiot”

· He’ll be there for you, listening to your venting and slowly trying to change your perspective about love

Hyunjin :

· He’ll get a bit sad when you say you don’t believe in love

· “Love is amazing. You just need to find the right person..”

· He’ll try to slowly change your mind, but he won’t rush it

· He wants you to feel comfortable and slowly open up to love again

Jisung :

· He'll get a bit upset but he'll try to be understanding

· “Should i beat up the idiot who broke your heart, Y/N?~ I'll do it”

· He'll comfort and support you

· He'll try to get closer to you but he doesn't expect a lot

Felix :

· He'd get really sad when you'd tell him about it

· “Please don't say that.. There are many good people. And you can be happy with someone good, right?”

· He'll try to comfort you, letting you vent to him about it

· But he won't get his hopes up too much that you'll change your mind

Seungmin :

· He'll try to help you heal from the past heartbreak as much as he can

· “You can't lose hope. Love is great, you just need to find the right person for you”

· He'll listen to you and talk to you about it

· If you won't change your mind, it's okay, at least he tried, right?

I.N :

· It'll definitely make him really sad you think so

· He just wants you to be happy

· “There are a lot of great people! And being in love is a really nice feeling..”

· He'll try to slowly change your mindset little by little

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Thank you for requesting, i hope you like it! ♡

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None of the gifs are mine!

|Promise|

Kaeya x Reader (Drabble)

word count: 1.2k

summary: when your friend with benefits has a nightmare you have to look after them, right?

warnings: mentions of nightmares, aftermath of nsfw activity but no actual nsfw-- all fic content begins below the cut for this reason just to be safe, friends-with-benefits situations, slight angst, hurt/comfort, possibly a little ooc

this came from a concept i had that i got a little carried away with! listen i am all for the concept of kaeya being a flirtatious player, it's literally canon, but soft kaeya falling in love with his best friend (who he ended up being fwb with bc he didn't realise it was love he was feeling)? im thriving on it.

Heart pounding out of your chest, you try to catch your breath as you come down from the high of the last hour. Kaeya watches you look across to the other side of the bed and gaze over at him, still a little drunk off of your afterglow. 

"Satisfied?" He asks with a smug grin, propped up on one elbow.

You nod, breath finally returning to you. "You never fail to disappoint."

"Neither do you, my dear."

You shift as if you're about to get up, like you usually do around this time, and Kaeya moves to do the same. When you stop and laugh, simply laying back down and relaxing your head back against your crossed arms, he purses his lips in confusion.

"Not leaving straight after this time?" He isn't disappointed by this turn of events, merely curious. It isn't like he would mind sharing the bed with you for the night, you've just never stayed before. 

"Let me stay the night and I'll make you breakfast to make up for it, hmm?" You offer, eyes already closing as you move into a more comfortable laying position. 

"Well I can't say no to that," he concedes. Clearly you must have been tired to want to stay for once, or maybe you feel guilty about always leaving straight after and want to wait until he's asleep first- you've done it before. It's hard for him to tell how you're feeling sometimes.

In your triumph, you let sleep take you. Kaeya watches for a moment longer, before following suit. 

You'll be gone by the morning, you always are.

It's a decent few hours after that interaction that Kaeya wakes up. The moon is high in the sky, filtering in through the window to provide the tiniest covering of light. 

The first thing he notices is that he isn't alone. 

You've often joked in the past that you'll stay the entire night, pretend to fall asleep, then leave after an hour or so. You've never stayed. So, this time, Kaeya is left confused as to why you have. 

Your past dalliances have only ever been that- flings. The pair of you are close friends outside of them, sure, but there hasn't ever been anything more to it than that. You promised that once when another mutual friend asked what was going on between you.  

So why are you here now?

He doesn't get enough time to figure that out, however, when he notices you tossing and turning in your sleep. You must be having a nightmare, he concludes, as he considers waking you. 

Doing that could make you lash out, accidentally, and possibly do yourself damage in the process. Though letting you stay in a state that is clearly causing you discomfort isn't a very appealing option to him either. 

Making a final decision, he calls your name gently. Rousing you from your sleep this way should be less harmful, but if you don't hear it he knows he will have to resort to something else.

Luckily, you stir. You bolt upright. Your hands grip into the sheets below you, bunching the fabric up into tiny balls. 

Kaeya shushes you, calling your name softly again, telling you that he's here for you. Everything is going to be okay. There are tears streaming out of the corner of your eyes, but you ignore them as you blearily look over at the man beside you. 

He hasn't seen you like this before. Possibly once or twice you've been upset, even less frequently have you been scared, but there you sit in front of him with a trembling figure and stained face.

And there's nothing else he wants to do more than hold you close to him. 

So, he does. He shuffles to sit beside you- he doesn't want to move you around any more than necessary- and he wraps his arms around your shoulders. You relax into the touch, leaning your head back against his chest. The tears don't stop falling. 

In fact, they almost seem like they're coming more freely now. As if you don't feel like you have to hold them back. Kaeya hopes that it is because this is helping you. 

"Is this why you never stay the night?" He asks, keeping his tone light, trying to make it sound like a joke. It only half is.

"I didn't mean to wake you up with this, I'm sorry," you manage to get out between breaths. "It was just a bad dream, I'm okay, I promise."

"Must have been one awful dream to get you worked up like this," he comments. "You know you can talk to me if you're upset about something, right?"

He cares about you. He knows he does, he wouldn't give you the time of day otherwise. Much less would he have let you into his bed. For all he jokes and flirts around, you're the first person in a long time that he's trusted enough to have this sort of intimacy with- let alone to make the effort to keep the situation exactly the way you wanted it to be instead of trying to push your boundaries and ask for more. 

Since when did he want more?

From the start, he's been more than happy just keeping the whole friends-with-benefits thing as just that. Yes, he would probably class you as his best friend. Does that suddenly change things? Do you have to be friends that are only as casual as the sex you have when it's a situation like this? The answer that pops up is no, so why does he want more specifically with you?

There are too many questions for him, most of which he decides need to be answered some other time. In the moment, all that's important is making sure that you're safe. 

 "I dreamed that I lost you."

The words don't register at first. 

"Me?" He asks, confused.

"Yes you," you sigh. "I was having a nightmare that you left and I couldn't get you back."

"I'm not going anywhere, darling." He holds you tighter, gently squeezing you to prove his point. He presses a kiss to the top of your head.

"You promise?" You turn around in his arms to face him and in that moment he swears he's never looked at a more beautiful person in his life. 

You look like a mess, eyes puffy and leftover tears making their final escape across your jaw. Your nose looks like it was probably running a moment earlier, proven when you take a harsh breath in through it. To put it simply, you look a wreck.

But he loves you, it hits him like a sack of bricks. He loves you so much and even when you look like this you're the most attractive person on the planet. 

He won't tell you yet, that seems like too much to handle at the moment given the stress you're experiencing. He will soon, though, when the time feels right. 

You'll find out, Kaeya decides, when he can tell you properly. For now, he presses another kiss atop your head and leans his forehead against yours, letting his eyes close as he hears your breathing begin to steady and your body stop shaking. 

"I promise."

He’s so hot 😻

I was just about to fall asleep when I saw you opening lmao. Queen and goddess, may I ask for some mix of fluff and angst, with precious Rosinante who accidentally seriously hurts his fem!s/o because of his clumsiness? I lof you :sadcat:

⇥ rules!

⇥  non-one piece requests open!

these were pretty fun to write and i love tropes like this bc i’m evil

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God this boy. The instant it happens he’s filled with unbelievable guilt. He doesn’t even have time to think before he’s righting himself and gathering you up in his arms, rushing to the nearest doctor, promising your whimpering form that he didn’t mean to and berating himself.

When he finds out you’ve broken your arm due to his clumsiness, he breaks down at your side, hiding his face in your lap and just saying over and over again how sorry he is. If you’re talking, he doesn’t hear it, too busy beating himself up and wondering if this is the final straw in your stack of patience.

It takes a hard tug on his hair to get him to pay attention, his makeup smeared down his cheeks and tears still filling his bright blue eyes, now clouded with remorse and self-loathing. Your gentle hand-- just the one, he thinks bitterly, because the other is bound up in a cast because of him-- cups his cheek and you pin him with a stern glare.

It isn’t that you don’t understand how he feels. It is his fault, you can’t deny that. But you hate seeing him beat himself up over it so hard. It isn’t like he did it on purpose, he would never, and he can be upset at himself so long as he understands how you feel.

So you tell him that you aren’t mad or upset and beg him not to do anything stupid, like leave you, and his gaze flickers from yours to the side, his face paling. His long fingers pick at the sheet on the bed and he shyly asks if you plan to leave him.

Your heartfelt declaration and swift smack to the back of his head makes him believe you, and he’s relieved that at least that weight is off his shoulders. He has the urge to scoop you up in his arms and carry you down the hall, intent on making all of this up to you, but he definitely knows better than that. So instead he takes your uninjured hand and lets you lead the way to wherever you’re going, nodding in agreement when you declare he owes you so much royal treatment while you heal. Like he’d argue even if you weren’t injured.

Corazon Reacting to Average Sized S/O Wearing his Coat

@glasses-and-bandana-s​ Hi dear~ I was wondering if I could request something for Corazon/Rossinante? How do you think he would react to seeing his average sized s/o wearing his feathered coat? It can be either fluffy or spicy, whichever you think would suit best! And the S/O can be either female or neutral ^^ (You said you preferred details in requests so I hope this is enough akhfkg) Obviously take all the time you need and if you don’t want to do it, that’s perfectly fine, most important is that you have fun <3

Apologies for the wait Love! I hope you enjoy this!! And yeah- I had so much fun with this! Corazon is such a sweet character to write for with his precious cinnamon roll face.

Corazon (Donquixote Rosinante) x Reader (Gender-Neutral/Non-Binary)

Warnings: Fluff and n s f w/spicy writing, meaning adult content under the cut (it is pretty vague since it is Gender-Neutral/Non-binary) Hint of a size kink going on.

*In case it is not clear “average-size” is referring to height. So Reader is not an insane height like Cora.

Words: 526

Fluff Headcanons:

The second he sees you- His average sized partner in his feathered coat- He is smitten

No matter your height, his coat just devours you, but you are so cute and proud to be wearing it

It reminds him of just how precious you are, how much you mean to him, the man will be a love-stricken fool for the next few minutes as he just admires you in it and the way the coat drags on the floor from how much fabric there is

It is adorable and he will accidentally give away his position when he walks into a wall to greet you

“Do you always wear my coat when I forget it?” He asks with a laugh

With that nod of embarrassment- One that he adores since it means he caught you in the act- You admit it and even better say you love wearing it when he is away, whether it is due to marine work or his secret work, you love to wear it since it reminds you of him when you get lonely

This will make his heart melt

He will feel awful that you ever felt lonely but also his heart is dying from how cute you are in the coat

Without a word, he will just pick you up and cuddle you if it is to make up for leaving

If this becomes a daily occurrence of him catching you in his coat you bet there will be a picture or two so he can admire it when he is away

That and he even may start to leave it on purpose for you

N s f w Headcanons:

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🦊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

Could you do bakugou reacting to his s/o giving birth and how he’d comfort her I’m a sucker for comfort

Bakugou would be so panicky, but not wanting to admit it

You can tell though, with the extra yelling and all

His face reads utter panic as you inform him of your water breaking

He’s moving quickly around the house, keeps an eye on you as much as he can

He’s juggling a million and one things all at the same time

Calling his agency to inform them that his paternity leave starts right fucking now

Somehow also calling Deku and Shitty Hair to cover for him for his patrol today

He’s getting your bag and scooping you up into the car in under two minutes

Has to double back though to get your shoes, because he was in such a rush

He’s supportive the whole time at the hospital though

Although, just a bit too loud

He’s yelling at the doctors and nurses every time yours or the baby’s heart rate starts beating too fast or too slow

You have to remind him that you’re the one that’s pregnant and hormonal, not him

He lets you squeeze the fuck out of his hand when you have to start pushing

He’s screaming more than you are

Kisses your head and mumbles about how great you did when you finally pop his precious little girl out

He commends you so much for pushing out his lil brat after being in labor for 13 hours 🥺

🦊ok so I'm actually working on writing it but have some seritoin!

So imagine you're with Dilf! Bakugou. After you two dancing around actually getting together for a good long while you've been together for like six months to year.

You find out you're pregnant and conveniently it's Bakugous birthday. So on your way home you stop to find some sort of gift to tell him. Now I was on Pinterest and saw a onesie that says daddy's little sidekick. So imagine buying that and wrapping it up and at the end of the night when it's finally just you two you give it to him.

Now, of course, you're a little nervous cause you weren't planning to have kids now at least, maybe hadn't talked much about it. He already had a few kids from his ex wife. Obviously you knew he wouldn't ditch you but you weren't sure if he'd be happy or disappointed.

So he unwraps it. Momentarily freezes. Are you pregnant or telling him you wanna get pregnant. But you start to panic a bit and words just start coming out. "I'm sorry, shoulda been more careful with the pill, I know you probably didn't want more kids, etc" but he cuts you off, and pulls you into his lap and is just like "I'm really gonna be a dad again?"

And he tells you not to worry a bit, he couldn't be happier. And the picture you use to announce it to the public is you sitting in his lap and you both holding the onesie, maybe a little teary eyed!

pls tag me in this when you write it bc I’m crying

this was so sweet!!! the self doubt and panicking and the reassurance is just ugh 🥺🥺🥺🥺

this was so cute I can’t

So in light of everything and to help you feel better:

Imagine domestic!Bakugou coming home after dealing with shitty villains and mass amount of paper work and as soon as he steps through the door, his kids are already latching onto his legs and hugging him.

He acts like it annoys him but really he loves having to struggle to get his shoes off at the door because he doesn’t want them to let go so he’s just like, “alright you brats” before having to waddle towards the living room and the kids are just laughing whenever he tries to playfully shake them off of him but hearing their laughter brings a sense another form of pride swelling in him.

His favorite favorite though is when it’s you and the kids latching into him as soon as he steps through the door. You wrapping your arms and legs around him, burying your face in his neck as the little gremlins attach themselves to his legs.

“Can I at least get my shoes off first?”

You: “no 😙”

Kids: “nope!🤗🤗”

He only signs and tries to make his way further around the house with three people latching onto him but he wouldn’t have it any other way and gives him even more of a reason to fight hard because his loving family is always waiting for him💙💥

pls, I was trying to answer questions about what happened earlier, and saw this in my inbox and rl kept reading it cause this was so cute. I just wanted to be selfish and keep it to myself for a little while :’))

all four of you just cling to him. two kids on each leg, and you wrapped around his torso. he keeps complaining about needing to eat and shower and a demand of all of you brats to get the hell off of him. the moment any of you try to let go, he’s subtly pulling you back in. he always mumbles something about building his leg or core muscles, the lying bastard.

Oh wait I just had a thot

Imagine fucking Deku so good that you can see OFA softly lighting up and flickering under his skin

I don’t know why that’s so hot to me but it’s been on my mind fr a while👀

I just think it’s hot that the coochie is so good that the guys loose control of their quirk a bit🤤

and it’s so hot cause you can see how much he’s struggling with not letting OFA or anything else go 🥺 so you be a meanie and clench down on him 🥺 and tug at his curls 🥺 and moan that he’s the best hero ever for stuffing you like this 🥺

MHA MEN + DICK PRINTS

—nsfw + f! reader + various characters + dick prints + hand jobs + lap sitting + more

feat. deku, kirishima, shinso, aizawa, hawks, dabi, and shigaraki. 

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deku can’t resist playing with you when he realizes how much you want his cock. having caught you staring one too many times, he tugs you into his lap eagerly and holds you close, so close that you can feel his breath on your lips, a whisper away from a kiss. he asks you what you need, want to hear you say every dirty detail until you’re squirming, shy and undone while sitting atop his thighs. 

his kiss is fervent, a fevered prayer as his hands guide your body in his direction. he holds your hips in place nudging your legs open a little further with his knees until he can grind against you, feeling your warm cunt through your panties, already slick against his cock. he chastises you for being such a silly girl; would you have let just any man toy with you like this? don’t you know whose cunt this is?

he’s rough on your clit, finding it quickly and attacking it with practiced fingers, proud at how quickly you’re reduced to little more than a slick, precious mess. he is unforgiving, cruel to your sensitive cunt, but he treats the rest of your body with care, as if you were a doll, holding you close and cooing honeyed words into your ear between each kiss and nibble down your neck, contradictory to each slap of his hips against your parted, trembling thighs.

“that’s my girl… tell me how you want it. you know how to ask, don’t you?”

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tw non-con, misogyny

thinking about college incel shigaraki, some skinny nerd in your comp-sci class that despite never talking to you and claiming to hate all women, watches you enter and leave class. one day you walk past him and just smelling the perfume you have on has made him rock fucking hard. he says he hates women, they’re all sluts and whores who just need to be told what to do, yet he still jerks off alone in his dorm, getting off on this image that he created of you in his head. he’s never talked to you, yet he’s so sure of how you’ll react and respond to everything he does or says.

he knows what bands you like based on the t-shirts that you wear, you’re not a “poser,” and he knows what shoes and food you like, too. shigaraki is so convinced that you’re the one for him, that you can imagine his shock when you politely dodge his advances alone in the computer lab. he’s hit with the cruel realization that you are like other girls, and he’s stupid for thinking you were anything but a submissive bitch. you did nothing wrong- you were never mean to him, you never even sent him a dirty look or glare. but maybe you should’ve, because now you’re bent over one of the desks, tears in your eyes while you apologize and beg for him to stop. it’s adorable, the noises you make, when he sinks his cock into your body. he was right all along, you are perfect for him, you just needed a little convincing.

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