This Whole Post Gave Me Lyfe And I'm Hella Here For It. Now I Just Wanna Cosplay A Cowgirl...😫

Protective bakugo is the best kind of bakugo my ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Warnings: female reader, pet names used (princess, babe), spanking threatened, swearing protective Bakugou, pregnancy, food cravings, puking mentioned, pouty reader (I have baby fever for some reason, idk why)

Waking up in the morning determined to eat something to satisfy your pregnancy cravings since being sick all the time was starting to piss you off, you were adamant that there was something in the house that you could eat without taking an immediate trip to the bathroom.

Except there wasn't.

And Katsuki comes home to find you curled up on that sofa with a huge pout, surrounded by tissues because you'd been watching a sad film and a pile by take out menus on your lap. You were sat in one of his huge t-shirts, it barely covered your legs, and some fluffy socks with Dynamight logo on them that you bought (read: stole) from the official merchandise at his office.

"What the fuck?"

"Katsuki!" You turned and jutted out your bottom lip, exaggerating the pout even more. "I'm hungry, but there's nothing to eat."

After putting the heavy and dangerous parts of his hero costume away, planting a soft kiss on your head and then your protruding tummy, he walks over to the fridge shaking his head in amusement.

"I'll make ya somethin', we went shopping yesterday so the fridge has... absolutely nothing." He turns to you, confused as heck with a frown on his face. "What the fuck, princess?"

"Everything in the fridge was making me puke so I chucked it all away."

Pulling out the two items you had left, cheese and some apples, he held them up with a shake of his head. "Do we have mice?"

"No. The baby wanted them."

Returning them to the shelf, Katsuki came around the sofa and sat behind you with his legs bracketing yours. His hands resting on your stomach as he turned the TV off.

"How's about... we get out the house and I'll drive ya around until ya find somethin' ya want?"

"Really?

"Yup. We'll stop outside each restaurant and ya can sniff away like a bloodhound."

The bloodhound comment got him a smack on his thick thighs, but he chuckled anyway before tickling you back in retaliation until you threatened to pee on him. After getting showered and dressed, he helped you into his truck and strapped you in, driving down into town and stopping outside each one. His car was stocked with mints, water and some bags in case you did hurl, but he patiently drove you around until you finally settled on one place that didn't make your stomach turn.

"This one!"

"Yeah? Lemme park u- don't you dare get out the car."

"But... food."

"But, nothing. Don't think I won't pop that ass if ya get out the car without me."

Ignoring your huff of annoyance, he parked up and came around to help you out of his behemoth of a truck, holding your hand as you sniffed again walking into the restaurant. Stopping in the middle when a waiter walked by with a plate of something that made your mouth water in a good way.

"I want that."

A chuckle leaving his mouth as he guided you to a table in the corner, settling you down with a quick peck to your temple before going over the bar and asking them what had been ordered. You could see the person behind the counter look at you, understanding on their face, as they rung your order up.

"It'll be over in a bit, babe. You want water or soda to drink?"

"Coffee?"

"You had one this morning, no more caffeine. It upsets your stomach and then you can't sleep."

"But-"

"Princess, ya know I'm right."

A sigh as he watched you with a raised brow. "Fine. But we're eating here for dinner every day until the foreseeable future... or the baby changes their mind."

"Duh. I've reserved this table too."

All good points and that is also why sero is DADDY 🥴🤤🥰

My darling horny friend I have decided to give you a list of reasons why SERO is golden simp material.

1. His quirk requires him to have proper upper body strength to swing like he does. This means his shoulders are broad and thickly muscled, his biceps can crack a walnut with very little effort, his upper back is fucking shredded for his body type.

2. His fighting style incorporates alot of acrobatics and gymnastics. The man is flexible as fuck, with power in those lean muscles.

3. He has a sarcastic sense of humor and uses it to roast his friends but at the same time he is respectful and gentlemanly to all people he encounters.

4. He is never afraid of BAKUGOU'S temper and has no problem going head to head with him or any other friends whether in training, debates, or morality.

These are just the cannon reasons.

The non cannon reasons are just as good.

1. He will notice you like how surprisingly strong he is and do little things to tease you and get you flustered through out the day.

2. He's almost always up to try new things in bed.

3. He's happy to indulge you and make sure your happy even when you get bratty.(you definitely get a punishment later but you enjoy every minute of it.)

4. Multi lingual man with big ol dick.

5. He loves with his whole heart and is never shy about announcing it to anyone who questions it.

6. If your into 420 he likes to baby you and shotgunning with you on his lap alone and at home.

These are my reasons ❤

why are you guys tryna turn me into a Sero simp and why am I kinda digging it........

hey there ! small tiny intsy bitsy request because i find no one messes with my baby daddy much . so sero hanta ! babie loves it when is thick gorgeous wife (with tattoos) rubs his back (i headcanon that sero has a HUGE tattoo taking up the entire wingspan of his back). he loves it even more when she grinds herself into him to get off. when he realizes she’s close he he flips her over and fucks himself into her while spitting pure FILTH into her ears. slapping her ass, pulling her hair, all of that and then some. cant forget the breeding kink ! “i wanna make you a mommy. can daddy do that? can he make you a mommy?” .

mmm look i’ve been thinking abt this one for a while but here she is.

hope you enjoy!!

one thing you always did for sero was rub his back. after a long day of working he was always pooped, and laid face down wherever he landed, be it the couch, your bed, even the floor. luckily it was the bed this time.

he had barely pulled his briefs on before you heard him groan and flop, letting out a sigh. he was probably already drifting off and that sucked. not that you didn’t appreciate your husband working, but you got lonely here all by yourself, and him coming back was always the highlight of your day. even if it was just to eat, lay down, and cuddle you a bit.

“hey sweetie,” you spoke softly, not wanting to ruin the ambiance of the room currently, “you feelin’ okay?”

he shifted slightly, turning his head to you, opening an eye and beckoning you close to him with a twitch of fingers. “mhm yeah, c’mere, wanna feel you reinita.” he smiled seeing you move to him quietly, rolling to his side to gather you in his arms. “there you are amiga, how’s my favorite girl?” he brushed his long legs against your equally bare ones. you both left as much skin out as possible when cuddling, which resulted in only undergarments being worn around.

you smiled softly, moving stray hairs away from his face, kissing his chin, “i’ve been okay,” your eyes glittered when you felt him trace little patterns on your back, “you sore again?” and at his eyes leaving yours, you rolled him on his stomach, “shoulda told me sweetheart.”

walking to the bathroom to get the argon oil you regularly use on your own tattoos, you hear him groan out a, “but i wanted to hold you bomboncita! come back,” you walked in to him kicking his legs like a child. you swatted at them, making him still.

“i can’t cuddle someone who’s tense! relax, it’ll only take a minute,” you straddled his thigh, dripping oil into your palm and getting to work.

sero’s tattoo always made your heart flutter. the big piece always drew your eye, almost beckoning you to kiss and muzzle it when his back was to you. it spanned his back, creeping into his shoulders and arms a bit, and if you look carefully, you can even see it peeking over his shoulders from the front. he’d told you before some of the skin is sensitive, so getting the chance to help it shine a bit more always told you about some of his tender spots.

rocking back and forth, you were so enraptured in the pretty ink, you barely noticed your panties being stained by your wetness until you heard a questioning hum come from sero’s prone body. it makes you stop a bit and settle yourself down more, jerking when you do and lean forward again. continuing to hand hands up and down and across his back, you still rock on his thigh, surely it’s glistening under you because of how soaked your undies are. you try to stifle any notices but they can’t be helped when you feel him clench up, giving a harder surface to grind on.

his voice almost makes you stop, calling, “keep going mi reinita,” but it spurred you on more, making you a little one track minded as you butterflied your legs to get better control, one hand on his lower back, the other moving your panties to the side before settling in the covers. “good gir- hey! don’t bite you lips, i want to hear you.” you had covered your teeth with your lips as always, and him knowing you so well made your heart flutter, so your next sound came out a bit punched out and you could see his fingers clench.

the impromptu massage turned into you getting off on sero’s toned thigh, stroking and scratching some of the skin on his lower back all while your head hung between your shoulders. little hums and breathy puffs of air escaped your lips, and it took everything in sero not to turn and pin you down. when your breaths got quicker and your hips got sloppier, he turned his head towards you, smiling softly at your heaving chest and open mouth, eyes barely cracked. “come on bomboncita, you can do it,” and his words must’ve helped because your legs clamped down a bit more, and he could feel the little heartbeat intensify.

you were almost there when you were flipped over to your back. it was sudden and made you dizzy, which only got worse when sero stuck long, thin fingers into your weeping hole, coaxing your orgasm again, whispered, “cum, mi cielito, all over my fingers,” and when you did, you felt your legs tossed over broad shoulders, and the taut hold on your panties get tighter.

he ran the head of his cock up and down your slit, teasing, pressing slightly into the hole, but never breaching. it was liable to drive you up the wall, so when your voice carried, “please sero, don’t tease me, wanna feel you,” he smirked.

taking your chubby cheeks between his fingers, he moved your face to his, calmly saying, “you know how to ask better that that,” continuing the motion he was repeating.

“please,” you gulped a bit, “please daddy, wan’ you to cum in me, please!” and with that your mouth hung open with a cut off squeal, him sliding in and immediately kissing your cervix. your body was tight before it collapsed, leaving you defenseless to his long thrusts, that only got deeper.

doing this only made him a bit bored, he wanted to see you worked up, wanted to see you struggle through sentences and gasp and ask him for that you needed. so he did.

leaning down, he knocked your legs from his shoulders into his elbows, threading fingers into your braids and tugging your face to his. he looked into your eyes from here, huffing when he saw how glazed they were, “you like that bomboncita? like your husband fucking you good like this?” your slack jaw only made your noises louder, but that wasn’t what he wanted. he patted your face with his fingers, knocking you from your haze, “i asked you a question mi alma, be good and answer.”

“yes- yes daddy, i lov- mm! love it a lot,” you heaved a sigh looking up at him, grabbing his neck and bringing him even closer to your shaking form, “dadd- papi, cum in me please, wan’ your cum in me s’ ba-ah fuck!”

he had cupped your head, bringing his other hand down to spank your thigh, “fuck mi amor, you want papi to give you a baby, hm? tell me.” hearing your voice crack, “oh! yes, yes, yes papi, gimmie a baby!” made him wild. flipping you into your hands and knees, he plunged back into you, lithe hands gripping your hips tightly, bringing you back onto him a bit harder. “gonna cum in you so deep, make you a pretty mommy,” he reached down dragging you up by your neck, placing his lips by your ear, “you ready for papi’s baby, mommy?”

his hand clutching your throat made you breathless and his hand spanking you from not responding on his time only made you hush a bit more, “yea-yes papi,” you strained out, smiling despite the airy quality to your voice, “s’ re-ready papi.” you put both hands on his forearm, keeping it there even if he did loosen his grip a bit.

he grunted into your ear feeling the way your walls clenched a bit having his hand around your throat still, “fuck mi alma, gonna give you pretty babies, keep you nice an’ full,” he dragged his hand from its position slapping your ass to your tummy, caressing it and squeezing any fat there, “can’t wait to see, mi amor. see my pretty mommy carry papi’s babies, plump and roun- oh shit!”

you had cub around him, body tensing and jerking uncontrollably. he was thrown off by the sudden tightness of your cunny, sucking him in and the feel of your runny cum sliding down his balls, wetting the covers. he knew it was the last stretch for him, calling your name he moaned into your ear, “one more for me, ay dios mio- milk papi’s dick, c’mon.” running fingers over your wet, pulsing bud, he made you jerk away, but held you still, getting you to cum again after that should be easy.

no matter how weak the orgasm felt to you, he felt it inside of you from the top of his head to the tip of his dick, spurting sticky cum all over your pulpy, sore walls. he caressed your neck when he heard your little gasp, looking down to your moving hands when you laid them on your mid tummy. “feel good, mommy? you like papi’s cum deep in you?” he kissed up your jaw.

you hummed lightly, “yeah papi, feel warm no-,” a yawn cut off your next words, “kinda sleepy now.” you felt his chuckle through your back.

“that’s okay, mi alma, rest,” he laid you down softly, pulling out of you and covering your leaking pussy with your panties again, watching them dampen even more when his cum leaked out, “keep that in you a bit longer, okay?” you nodded to him, closing your legs. “i’ll take care of you mommy, just rest.” and with that, you drifted to sleep.

Just..RUIN ME! 🥴🥴🍓🥵⚰️

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d.kaminari and h.sero | f!reader + corruption + weed/shotguning + praise + threesome + more! minors dni!

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"I knew I wanted you the second I saw you."

Denki’s addicted to the pre-concert high.

His veins hum with a song that has yet to start, fingers drumming some mixed beat on the body of his electric guitar as he assumes his place on the dark stage. The theater’s dead silent, the room suspended in a titilating anticipation—and the steady rhythm Denki's heart dissapates into chaos when the faint crack of Eijirou's drumsticks bounce off the walls, and the click in his earpiece begins.

Eijirou hits the kick drum once. Twice. Then his hands fly across the set in a flurry, the rolling beat echoing into the packed arena and spurring the crowd to explode, fans flying to their feet to render their vocal cords for the night.

As the other instruments fill the blank space, Denki's hand grips the back of his guitar's neck, on hold for his solo, and by the time the electric blond steps up to the mic, pavlov's theory has already kicked in overdrive.

"Who’s ready to feel good tonight?”

“Dude, I’m on fucking fire!” Denki vibrates, nearly glowing in comparison to his bandmates as they sift through a flurry of fans at a meet and greet. It always seems like Denki and Eijirou are the only ones with energy after a good show—but what can he say? Being on stage lights him up like a live wire.

"You said that last concert, buddy," Hanta snorts, before his a fan ran sacks his attention by shoving a tiara into his hairline.

"And? My point still stan—" Denki cuts himself off with a gasp as a bra slings across his face, followed by a burst of pain when the metal hits him in the cheek. He peels the lacy thing off with an eye on the audience and an eyebrow raised in question, unsure of what to do with the undergarment (other than put it on) until someone screams:

“Sign it!”

Denki shrugs and pops the Sharpie cap with his teeth to sign the crest of both cups before flinging it back into the audience—he can only pray it pinpoints its rightful owner before the meet and greet ends.

Katsuki clicks his tongue (because he hates these events) and as the next round of fans lineup in front of their table, Eijirou stretches like this is a sport, saying, “Guess it’s go-time.”

"Go-time is when we perform," Katsuki grumbles in the seat to Denki’s right. "Go-time is when we're in the studio makin' a goddamn album, not meeting crazy fuckin' fans—no, I’m not gonna marry you, you obsessed fuckin—“

“Oh, you're just salty you're not popular with the ladies~“ Denki gushes, wiggling his eyebrows, and a fan hands him a canvas the size of his upper body. “Un—oh wow, did you make this for me—Unlike me, of course.”

"Okay, pretty boy." Hanta rolls his eyes, before signing a phone case and returning it to an overzealous fan. With a hand covering his mouth, he whispers, “Can you believe this guy? So full of himself, I swear.”

The fan giggles and Hanta meets the blushing cheeks with a satisfied smirk. Denki huffs from the disrespect, crossing both arms over his chest. “Full of myself? It’s not my fault I’m sexy—*an autograph? Of course!"

Katsuki chuckles, scratching under his chin with ink blue fingertips, "Call yourself sexy one more fuckin’ time and I'm projectile vomiti—no, I'm not signing your tits, give me a goddamn paper or somethin—"

"What?” Denki scoffs, chest collapsing with the disbelief that one could make such a lie. “I'm literally the definition of I'm sexy and I kno—"

"Um, excuse me?"

His gesticulations freeze at the passive voice, arms stretched wide and to the sky, and Denki knows he has to look absolutely ridiculous as he blinks down at the next person in-line; who's stood with bambi eyes and such a sweet smile the electric blond thinks it might make him sick.

"I-I'm your biggest fan! Could you—um, please sign this for me?"

She comes alive, shoving a poster into his chest with pink cheeks and shifty irises. Out of all the bras, all the breasts he's been asked to sign today, and here you are, with your pocket-sized poster and your lamb countenance. Denki beams.

"Of course, Sweetness! What's your name?"

"[Y/N]!" you say, giggling, and it's so. Cute. Denki opens the Sharpie and struggles to focus on signing instead of your gorgeous fucking face.

"Anything specific you'd like me to say?"

And he knows there's a rule—there always are when it comes to these things, and it's simple: don't fuck the fans. As tempting as it is, don't invite them back to your hotel room because there are too many uncertainties, and if something leaks to the press that’s possibly career ending, that’s it. So, Denki holds his tongue. For the future of himself and the band.

"Uhm, just write what you want! I...I think I'd like it best if it was authentic and came straight from you, so."

Fuck. Of course she does.

And maybe Denki just can't help it when he leans down to speak, perhaps a little lower, "You want something more authentic, cutie?"

You light up like a kid on Christmas, gasping, "Yes please Mr. Kaminari!"

So eager, too.

"Awe, you can call me Denki if you'd like," he coos, and you nod so quickly he starts to worry about whiplash. "Meet me out back, in the alley behind the venue if you wanna get to know me better. Sound like a deal?”

"O-Okay!" You nod, and when he returns your sign you grip it tight between both hands. "I'll um, see you soon Mr. Kami—I mean, D-Denki!"

You flush from the mix up and bow in apology, and Denki knows he's made the right choice when you light up, indicating you have no idea what he meant at all.

"Row row row your boat, gently down the stream," you hum, sniffling. You’re unsure if your nose is running, it's too frozen to tell, and it has you patting to confirm it’s presence. With your hands stuffed in your pockets and a jacket wrapped tight around your body, you'd think you'd be warm, but no.

The alley is dark. It's dank enough that you can smell it and you're positive what you're dancing in is vomit, but none the matter—today, you met your favorite band. Literally the people you'd die for.

"Merrily, merrily," kicking the loose rocks in the gravel every which way, you enjoy the sound of them scattering against the surrounding brick walls. "Merrily, merrily..."

"Life is but a dream," a voice finishes, a yelp rips from your throat and you jump twenty feet in alarm. But you’d know that voice anywhere; Denki chuckles at your reaction and it has you recoiling with timidity, unprepared for the surprised audience. "You have a lovely voice, Cutie. You should use it more often."

"I..." but you're not exactly sure what to say to that, knowing Denki's heard so many professional voices in his career to last a lifetime, and yet yours is lovely. "T-Thank you."

Denki watches your reaction with a hum and a smile, his visible breath escaping between the slit of his lips and into the cool air.

"Of course, Cutie."

Another voice sighs, shattering the friction that fills your gut when Denki gives you that look. You're not sure what to call it, but it makes you shiver, and that's enough to make you to run and hide.

"...Denki, who's this?"

"Um," the blond places his frozen hands in his pockets and swivels his head around to Hanta, guilty written all over his face. "A fan?"

Hanta sighs again, head tilting to the right in exhausperation, “Denki—"

"I know, I know," the electric blond sighs, waving him off. "But it's fine as long as we don't get caught, right?"

Hanta's black hair threatens to fall into his face so he combs through it, and you try not to drool at the sight of his bicep flexing. "Yeah, until we get caught."

A honk blares and it has you shrieking, to reveal a parked tour bus in the alley once the lights flicker on. Denki points the car keys at the vehicle and the doors swing open. "Awe c'mon, don't be a sour puss. It's a one-time thing, alright?"

Hanta's eyes narrow into slits.

"Seriously, dude! I'm a man of my word! On God."

The noirette's shoulders sag, but he waltzes around both of you to get on the bus. Over his shoulder, he warns, "Denki I swear to fucking god—"

"I'll be careful, I'll be careful~" he singsongs, hopping onto the stairs after the pianist. When Denki notices not you're not moving, he stills at the top step. "You coming, [Y/N]?"

"O-Oh, am I um, am I allowed?" You ask, biting your cheek at the thought of what Hanta just said as you peer around the electric blond’s body. Denki snorts, rolling his eyes.

"Yes, you're allowed," he exits the bus, only to tug you on via your collar. "Now c'mon! Let's have some fun, yeah?"

"Okay!"

Denki steers you through the bus and into a space that looks a bit like a living room, with a couch, tv, and a makeshift kitchen in the corner. Following Denki to the kitchen, you look around.

"Where are Kirishima and Bakugou?"

"Out drinking," Denki tosses, flicking open a RedBull. You wonder if this is always the post-concert routine. Hanta fiddles in with something on the couch, but he still has yet to look you in the eyes tonight, even when you ask him:

"What are you doing?"

It seems he didn't realize you’ve relocated from the kitchen to the couch next to him from the noirette nearly jumps. The green stuff in his fingers crumbles, and you scrunch your nose at the smell.

"It stinks," you add. Denki snorts, jumping onto the cushion to your right. There isn’t a whole lot of room and his addition causes your shoulders to slush between the two of them, but it’s strangely comfortable.

"It's weed," he explains like it's obvious. "You smoke, Cutie?"

"Obviously not," you and Hanta say at the same time. You turn his way, and for the first time that night, Hanta looks you in the eyes—and it's a smile, with his eyes crinkling in the corners, but there's...something else. Something else hidden behind the thinnest veil that makes you cower, if ever so slightly.

Something feral.

Denki, unaware of the crushing grip your hand has around your thigh, huffs, and tosses the energy drink down his gullet, "It was a genuine question! Geez."

"What are you doing?" You ask again, and the electric blond whimpers from being ignored.

"Rolling a joint," he utters, lifting the paper to his lips to lick the length. You watch, semi-disgusted, as Hanta finally folds over the last bit of paper around the crest of the joint, gluing it together.

"Know what a joint is?" The noirette implores.

"Yeah," you breathe, shifting at the new closeness Denki provides when you feel his chest against your back. "My roommate smokes, so."

Hanta taps it on a tray, or what Denki describes as "packing it down," before twisting the tip and tossing it back onto the tray in conclusion. Denki cheers.

"Aha! The joint-rolling master has blessed us! Everyone say thank you, joint-rolling master."

"Thank you, joint-rolling master!" You giggle when Hanta's face turns a ruddy red. He reaches over to pop Denki upside the head. Denki gasps, before lunging to return the favor, and you squeal from being jostled between two men.

"Okay," when Denki returns to his seat he's panting and so is the noirette. He picks the joint off the tray and though there isn't much room, turns so he's facing you, your legs smushed against his body indian style. "You ready, Cutie?"

"As ready as I'll ever be," you huff, swinging your arms in preparation despite the lack of space. Just in case.

Hanta snorts, holding the joint to your lips, and Denki raises the lighter and raises it to the end until it's hot enough to burn on its own.

“Now suck."

You do, cheeks puffing, and you blow the smoke straight in Denki's face. It's...a lot.

"Not quite," Hanta chuckles, and flips you via the waist so you're facing him. Denki whines from the change but finds solace in hooking his chin over your shoulder. "Suck, and then inhale. Act like it's a big breath—you gotta hold it in your lungs for a sec."

"Okay," you assert with a nod, eyes burning with a new determination. When Hanta holds it to your lips, you suck and inhale, and start coughing your throat raw, in a flurry of smoke and tears, eyes watering and nose burning. You scramble for water, but by the time you get some, the only thing that's left to soothe is a sore throat.

"Here," Denki offers, grabbing the joint before flipping you his way again. "Take smaller hits, like this."

Denki's mouth wraps around the tip and smoke pours from his lips so smoothly you're determined to do the same. With a raised eyebrow, he passes it back to you, and though it takes a moment, you try again.

The back of your throat tingles but the glide is much smoother, and you find that it doesn't burn on your next exhale. So you do it again. And again. And agai—

"Okay," Hanta picks the joint from your fingers with a click of his tongue, before taking a hit himself. You frown, making grabby hands.

"Hey, wai—"

"Nu-uh," he tuts, pushing you down by your forehead. "You'll feel it soon enough, trust me."

You whine, crossing your arms over your chest. Hanta gives you nothing but a raised eyebrow as he takes another hit, and you're convinced it's to taunt you. "I'm not eve—"

But then the world blurs, a bit, and your legs hum in a way they haven't before; it's warm and it's nice, and it has you blinking down at your hands in bewilderment. Whoa.

"And there she goes," Denki announces, and somehow seized the joint from the noirette when you weren't looking. Your mouth drops to say something, but all you can produce is a light giggle before it melts into a guffaw that only comes straight from the gut, your hands trying to soothe your cramping belly. Tears come to your eyes fairly easily, and when Hanta asks if you're okay he sounds like he's underwater, and that's enough to send you flying through another fit of laughs.

"I—y-yeah, I'm just—just fine," you snort behind a hand, chest spasming as you finally gather yourself enough to calm down. "I'm good. Mhm."

"Yep. Totally fine," Hanta says, but something in his tone suggests he doesn't believe you at all.

You nod, biting your bottom lip to avoid another laugh attack with your hands bunching the bottom of your shirt for extra purchase. Hanta narrows his eyes while taking another hit, so you sock him in the shoulder with a huff. "Stop looking at me like that."

The noirette snorts, "Like what?"

"Like..." you start strong, but falter under his eyes. "Like you want to eat me."

Hanta hums at the comment but says nothing, and you're not sure if your mind fabricated the quick look he gives the electric blond sat behind you. Denki speaks first.

"Do you know what shotgunning is, [Y/N]?"

You frown, "Like a shotgun?"

"So no," Hanta answers for you.

"Here," Denki offers, turning you again. Plucking the nub of a joint from the noirette, he takes a big hit before picking your face up by the jaw and hovering your lips over yours. You're not sure what to do, but once your lips connect, smoke fills your lungs, and you don't exhale until Denki pulls away. You blink, a little dazed.

You just kissed Denki Kaminari.

"Feel good?" He asks, never leaving your personal space. You nod, and he grins. "Wanna do it again?"

Your hands fist his shirt, teeth tearing the inside of your cheek due to the amount of embarrassment this question encourages. "I wan—can we do it again but without the um...without the smoke?"

Denki's hands find your hips and it's hard for him to contain a sly smirk, biting his lips to move in on his prey.

"I knew I waned you the second I saw you."

Denki's lips feel much better when he puts a little weight into the kiss, pinning you between him and the noirette. You're not exactly sure what you're doing but he takes the lead, titling his head and kissing harder, rougher, so your lips are pink and swollen by the time he pulls away.

"A-Another," you whimper, tightening your grip around his tee.

Denki hums in contemplation, picking your head up by your chin. "Ask nicely, Cutie."

Flushing deeper, your eyes dart to the coffee table.

“Another, please."

"Good girl," Denki coos, and he's propping you up against Hanta's chest. You shiver at the comment, finding purchase on Hanta's thighs as Denki kisses you on the lips again. "Wanna feel even better?"

"Yes," you nod vehemently. "Yes please."

Denki hums at that, climbing down your body as his hands glide from your waist to the band of your pants. You frown, "What—What are you doing?"

"Eating you out, Cutie," the electric blond says, hands freezing once his thumbs dip under your waistband. "That okay?"

"Oh okay," you breathe, relaxing against Hanta's chest. "Y-Yeah, that's fine."

Denki rips your pants off at that, tossing them towards the corner of the room and ultimately, to a place you'll probably never find them. Pushing your panties to the side, he licks his lips at the sight of your pussy, and flicks your clit with a smirk. You jump.

"H-Hey, that's not—"

He flattens his tongue against your slit and chuckles when you shudder, and after tossing both of your legs over his shoulders. You're not sure what he does after that though, because Hanta picks your face up by the chin and presses his lips to yours.

Denki slides a finger inside and you squeal against Hanta's chapped lips. You hear the electric blond moan, readjusting himself between your thighs, before you finally peel your lips off the noirette's, chest having from lack of oxygen.

"Such a pretty pussy, Baby," Denki gushes before his warm lips fold around your clit and he sucks, humming in surprise when you buck against his mouth. Hanta hooks his chin around your shoulder with a second joint dangling between his lips—and where it came from is beyond you.

Once he exhales, the joint finds its way between your lips and he instructs you to inhale, and the head rush afterwards has you digging your head into his chest.

"You're so wet, holy shit," Denki pulls away, lips strawberry pink and glossed with slick as he trades his both for his thumb and inserting another finger. It crooks just right and that's enough to make your hips buck, nails carving crescents in Hanta's thighs.

“T-There,” you whimper, wiggling your hips again, and Denki grins, thumb pressing into your clit. Your thighs quiver with the strain it takes to hold them back and Hanta’s calloused hands skip to your waist after dropping the burning joint off in the tray.

“Pull his hair,” the noirette commands, but you hesitate, hands glued to his thighs. Hanta sighs, reaching over you to tug for himself.

“Mph—fuck!” Denki’s eyelids flutter as he moans into your pussy with a new passion, his hands wrapping around your thighs to hold you in place. You gasp at his reaction, fingers scrambling under Hanta’s own to thread through his electric blond hair.

“Move your hips—grind against his face, c’mon,” Hanta’s grip tightens around your waist as he offers the suggestion, and you whimper with a nod before your bucking into Denki’s mouth without abandon. As the noirette trails butterfly kisses up the column of your neck, the coil in your gut snaps, and you barely have time to squeak out a warning before you’re flooding Denki’s mouth.

“Good girl...ride it out—there you go,” Hanta coos, biting your ear. You shiver as Denki pulls away with a final (and obscene) slurp, grinning like he didn’t just shatter you to pieces with nothing but his tongue and fingers.

Denki’s lips are on yours in a blink—you moan, legs still buzzing from the afterglow as you weakly grope for the small hairs on the back of his neck.

“Taste good, don’t ya?” He says with a click of a tongue after pulling away.

“I guess so,” you flush, the humiliation from so shamelessly digging your heels into Denki’s back finally settling in. Hanta reaches under your arm for Denki’s chin.

“What? Want a taste too?” The electric blond giggles, wiggling his eyebrows. Hanta snorts.

“If you could be so kind.”

Denki hums at that, placing a hand on your inner thigh for balance as he slams his lips on the noirette’s for the first time that night. He dives straight for the kill, tongue and teeth and everything, and Denki moas when Hanta’s teeth sink into his bottom lip; you find that you like it a lot.

Though eventually you tired of watching, and press the heel of your hand on Hanta’s hard cock through the fabric of his jeans. The pianist hisses, and you grin—you’ve got their attention now.

“Whoa Sweetheart, what are y—“

“I...I want more,” you assert despite the tremor in your voice. Hanta raises an eyebrow in question which has you pressing harder in hopes he’ll cave just as easily as before. Just in case, you add, “Please.”

Denki redirects your attention by squishing your cheeks until you’re looking him in the eyes. With dark eyes, he says, “You sure you want more, Cutie?”

You nod despite the restriction, “Wanna...wanna get to know you better.”

You watch Denki’s pupils dialate at that, and he can’t even hold back a groan when he says:

“Gods, Baby. We’re going to ruin you.”

unpopular opinion: bakugou's the bassist and kirishima's the drummer. fight me.

not me projecting 12yo sun's fantasy of getting railed in the tour bus by 5sos um—

Yes yes yes to all I WANT no..NEED mean daddy deku. Please daddy please 🥵🥴🤤

PSSST mean dilf midoriya 😌

honey.... you menace. i was about to go get boba and you send me this...

are you talking about mean daddy deku who gives you an icy glare since you want to spend the day teasing him while he’s working from home.

mean daddy deku who broke 17 pens and pencils because he’s trying so hard not to take you on his desk right here right now.

mean daddy deku who’s breaking point was when you bent over picking up something while wearing that mini tennis dress with no panties.

giving him a delicious view of your ass and dripping cunt. how could you do that while he was in a phone meeting.

“i’ll have to talk to you guys later.” You heard the call end before hearing his heavy steps coming towards you. there was no where for you to run....

mean daddy deku who spanks you with his massive, rough hands until your mascara is running down your face. if you forget to count, he’ll spank you while using his quirk.

mean daddy deku who’ll edge you all night long even though you kept begging so sweetly to cum.

mean daddy deku who manhandles you in every position. he’ll go at an ungodly pace, not giving you a chance to adjust to his massive size as he degrades you.

“so pathetic, sobbing on my cock.”

“you’re nothing but fuck toy to me. do you understand”

“don’t you even think about cumming. only good girls get to cum.”

mean daddy deku who’ll finish before you do and leave you unsatisfied... like a proper fuck toy.

but he’ll make it up to you by taking you shopping and railing you to high heaven😌

i’m not going to edit this 💀

"Good boy denki!" It's so cute!!!!!

DENKI FUCKING himself on a suction cup dildo while he video chats you cause you haven't pegged him in a while and he wants to show you he's a good boy and will take your STRAP properly if you just come over.

@cupcake-rogue

Sex Text posts I found on fb that are undoubtedly Y/n talking about our boys😙😙

The tweet that started it all:

S. Todoroki:

E. Kirishima:

K. Bakugou:

I. Midoriya:

Reblog Nd add more if you want lol

Yes! Yes! Yes!!!!!!! All of it 🥵🍆🤤🥴⚰️☠️

Dilf w. Itadori Yuji/Sukuna

Honey’s Masterlist

↬ Pairing:Dilf Itadori Yuji/Sukuna x Black Female Reader

↬ Warning:Nsfw,18+,mdni

↬Disclaimer:Sukuna is a meanie and mentions of sex

Note:My first attempt at writing for Jujutsu Kaisen but god damn 👴🏾 This 2 for 1 duo have a strong grip on meeeee😭. Anyways thank you @kaijime for creating Dilf Collab please accept my humble offering.

The Dilf Collab : mdni

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Sigh you can’t tell me that the amazing Itadori Yuji wouldn’t be a big ass sweetheart dilf with the energy of your younger counterparts like ugh he wants to drag you along everywhere taking pictures recording all of it you don’t know why but never question it when you see pictures and videos of how cute y’all are together.

You make him feel alive sometimes and he loves that you’ve accepted his other counterpart Sukuna who pops out at random being an old mean flirt at the wrong times or cackling at itadori’s cornball energy.You just take it all in one stride with a gorgeous smile as if this is normal and that makes Itadori heart flutter and Sukuna grumble with annoyance.

Itadori loves sightseeing especially in the cities or urban areas where things are much faster paced than what he’s used to in the country. Staying in cool hotels with an amazing city view as he holds your face against the glass bending you over just hips thrusting like a rabbit in heat.Mumbling about how pretty the view is with you leaving a cum ring around his cock.

He’s a horny man that’s great at multitasking. If it's a sushi train he has a private little booth so that he could three knuckles deep into your fat cunt. With one hand and the other feeding you and him, Sukuna appears on the side of his face spewing out mean words in your ear and sometimes biting or licking your ear.

“You’re lucky that old brat won’t let me fuck you on this moving table”

“Look at you desperate for us to let you cum eat the shitty tuna and maybe I’ll think about it”

And Itadori being so chilled about it cooing at you for holding your mouth opened with your tongue out drooling onto your lap as you’re gripping onto his wrist for dear life.

“The tuna is not shitty Sukuna , y/n loves it see how she’s drooling for it”— “Tch dumb brat she’s about to cum on your fingers I feel her clamping down”

“You look so pretty baby, do you like this place? yeah—yeah you do now cum please for us.”

Now time spent with Sukuna himself is much simpler and I mean really simple it’s just you on your knees digging into the wooden floor as he’s face fucking under the moonlight in the outdoors of y’all patio. He’ll stop and let you cockwarm him with your tight throat as he sips on warm sake.

Nights with Sukuna are a toss up of what’s he in the mood for and you allow him to do. Some nights are just pure raunchiness, him placing you in different mating positions ramming into your poor weeping cunt like it had offended him to the highest degree as he shoves his fingers down whiny throat just to see you drool all over him.

Or having you lay wherever he places you so he can lay on top of you and “threatens” you to rub his scalp while rubbing his back.

“Oi work your magic on my hair and back or I split you in half little pet”

“Yes Su anything else ?”

“Spread your legs wider for me and take that shitty garment off its uncomfortable”

“Yes darling.”

It’s the best of both worlds honestly with this duo and you would never have to worry about a little thing when they’re around.

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HOW THEY EAT YOU OUT — bnha

just simple headcanons on how the men from bnha would eat you out.

masterlist — aot, jjk, haikyuu!!

content + warnings: 18+ content including cunnilingus, body worship, bruising/marking, voyeurism, and toy usage.

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Mother of God just take me!!! 🤯🥴🤯🥴🥴🥴🥴💦💦💦☠️☠️

Vin - M Orc x F Human (Reader) // NSFW Monster Match

Monster match for the lovely @teenagezombiekryptonite​​ <3 I couldn’t tag you!

Matches will be under the read more!

Content: NSFW/Lemon; mutual pining, friends to lovers, use of endearment “sweetheart”, intimate embraces (cuddling, thigh touching), slight possessiveness, teasing, flirting, kissing, lingerie on reader, light choking, teasing, nipple play, marking (love-bites, tusks), fingering, slight praise kink, penetrative sex (no mention of protection or explicit release), clitoral play

Masterlist // Monster Match Info + Masterlist // My Ko-Fi

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