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hi this is a cop Bakugou fic 🧍🏽‍♀️

sorry if it’s kinda messy and rushed. I’ve been in a writing block, but I’m determined to get out of it by writing as much as I can!!

I’ll edit this as soon as the Shameless season finale goes off lmao

edit: based on this ask!

cw: consensual noncon, degradation, smut, public sex

word count: 3.4K

Your breath instantly hitched in your throat when the familiar flashing red, white, and blue lights and blaring siren echoed behind you. You glanced in your rearview mirror, watched how the cop raised a single finger, pointing you to pull over to the side of the road.

You were terrified. Heart thumping wildly against your ribcage at the prospect of a lonesome cop pulling you over at damn near midnight by yourself. The road you were driving on was deserted, you and the cop the only two people on the road at this time of night. Anything could happen on these quiet backroads.

You didn’t even know what you were being pulled over for! You weren’t speeding; if anything, you were driving too slow, being overly cautious. You were ten under the speed limit, finger hovering on your high beams to guide you through the dark path and the thick trees that hid the moon.

You had your seatbelt on. None of your lights were out. Didn’t need a turn signal. So what was the problem?

With a shaky inhale, you pulled your car over to the side of the road. Parking, you turned on your overhead light, taking multiple glances back at the cop behind you, who shuffled through a few things in his own dark car.

Chewing your bottom lip, you contemplated why on earth you would be getting pulled over, when a sharp knock against your window had you jumping in your seat. You gasped, eyes quickly darting over to the cop at your window, flinching when there was a bright flashlight pressing against the glass. You rolled the window down slowly, eyes wide as you try to get a good look at the cop behind the bright light.

“What can I do for you, officer?” You ask, putting on your sugary sweet voice as you squinted at the light still being flashed in your face. It stayed there for another few seconds before the cop rested his hand on his hip, the flashlight turned down to face the ground as he bent at the waist. The cop rested his forearms on your open windowsill, handsome face a few inches away as he stared at you quizzically. You couldn’t help but stare back at the handsome face; sharp red eyes, an explosion of ash blond hair, thin lips pulled down into a scowl, a silver chain encasing the thick column of his neck.

“Know why I pulled you over?” His voice was like sex, holy shit. All deep and gruff, reverberating throughout the entire car. You shivered, shifting in your seat, watch how the cop’s eyes follow the movement sharply.

You realize you’ve been staring when the cop cracks an eyebrow, mouth pulling down even further as he cleared his throat obnoxiously. You chuckled embarrassedly, sheepishly tap at your steering wheel as you look around the interior of your car.

“Can’t say I do, officer…?” You hum, glancing back at the intense red eyes that continue to size you up. He doesn’t even try to hide it, licks his lips at the sight of your exposed cleavage in your tank top. He stares down your shirt for a few seconds, before finally meeting your eyes with a smirk.

“Bakugou.” He murmurs, eye still flickering to your chest without shame. “I was going to originally pull you over for a random traffic stop, but after running your tags, I found something interesting. So, I’m going to need you to step out of the vehicle for me, sweetheart.”

You let your shock take over your face, watch how Officer Bakugou reaches inside of your car disrespectfully, unlock your goddamn door, and open it for you. You sit there for a second, shocked and appalled at the audacity of this cop, who stands there snarling with his hands on his hips and an eyebrow perked up.

“I don’t have all night. Out of the car.” His tone turns hostile and impatient in only a matter of seconds. You finally snap out of your resounding shock, reaching to undo your seatbelt, but obviously moving too slow for Officer Bakugou. He reaches inside once more, sets you free from your seatbelt, and yanks on your arm to get you out of the car.

You stumble, hands reaching out to steady yourself as the cop holds you in one arm and slams your door shut with the other. As soon as the door is shut, he presses you against it, his tall and broad body keeping you pinned. You gasp hands splayed on the flat against the metal, head turned slightly to see the brazen look the cop holds. He notices you eyeing him and grins, swoops in to press his lips against your ear with a chuckle.

“Your tags showed previous charges of drug possession, so I have to pat you down. Make sure you’re not hiding anything. Although,” Officer Bakugou takes a step back, trusts you to stay in place without his chest and thighs to pin you. You watch how his eyes roam your entire form, the exposed expanse of your upper back and shoulder blades, the backs of your thighs and calves in your shorts. The cop whistles under his breath before pressing his body flush against your own once more with a growl,

“It’s kind of hard to hide anything with these slutty fuckin’ clothes on.” Instantly, he starts patting you down. Large, rough hands traveling all over your body as you gasp and try to stutter out any kind of response that you can.

“S-sir, I can assure you, you’ve got the wrong person. You must have entered the wrong tags, because I’ve never—”

“That’s what all of you shitty fucking criminals say.” He grumbles from his crouching position, fingers digging into your closed shoes, flashing his light once more to check. Officer Bakugou stands again to his full height, pockets his flashlight and rests his hands on your waist. You shiver when you feel his breath tickle the side of your neck.

“M’surprised there weren’t any fucking prostitution charges, with how you got your ass and tits hanging out.” With that, he’s groping you through your tank. Panic instantly floods you, makes you twist and try to worm away from his calloused hands. But the seasoned officer must be used to the fight, with how he kicks your legs open, pulls your fighting arms behind your back, and cuffs your wrists in only a matter of seconds. You open your mouth to scream, but he holds a large palm against it to silence you.

“Don’t make a fucking noise, and let me finish my fucking job.” Officer Bakugou snarls, his free hand back on your waist, slithers up until he’s cupping your breast once more. Tears prick your eyes as you try to glance back at him, plead silently for him to let you go, to stop grabbing you, let you get back in your car, drive away as if nothing had ever happened.

Officer Bakugou obviously had other plans though, as he nuzzles his chin against your ear and presses a kiss to your hairline. When your breathing slows from the harsh panicked breaths from earlier, does the cop finally whisper in your ear,

“Don’t worry. You’ll enjoy it, slut.” Your breaths pick up in tandem once more. Officer Bakugou starts fondling your tit in his hand, greedily swapping between the pair as you feel a guilty bulge pressing against the curve of your ass. You tried fighting against his hold, kicking your feet back onto his shins, but with the way he had you pinned, you were practically immobile. Defenseless, with nowhere to go, or anyone to help you.

Officer Bakugou feels your fight slowly give up, watches how the hope for a savior slips from your eyes as you hiccup behind his hand, get his palm against your mouth wet with trailing tears. The sight of your giving up form makes his cock throb in his police uniform, makes him lick his lips hungrily.

“Told you you’d enjoy yourself. Just stop fighting it, sweetheart.” He purrs, slyly inching your tank top down further and further as you sob and rest your weight against the door in front of you. Officer Bakugou takes this as a sign of your defiance dying, slowly removes his hand from your mouth. When you don’t immediately scream for help, he grins, realizing that he’s got you exactly where he wants you.

“Good girl.” He whispers, pecks your cheek softly as he uses both hands to pull your bra and tank top down until your breasts spill from their previous confinements. He groans under his breath, lets them fill up his palm, squeezes them gently, rolls your nipples around with thick fingers. He speaks lowly into your ear all the while, grinds his thickening cock up against your ass, grunts whenever his zipper presses pleasurably against his bulging veins.

“Got a nice pair of tits on ya, sweetheart. You flashed them at any other officers before to get out of a traffic stop? Must have been desperate back then, huh?” His words make you flush, hiccuping as tears roll steadily down your cheeks. You bite your lip to muffle your sounds, shake your head vehemently at his insinuation.

“Musta’ used something else then, for them to let you go. Ain’t that right, baby?” Officer Bakugou doesn’t hesitate to trail his hands over your stomach after one last squeeze to your tits. You instantly panic, shaking your head, trying your best to free yourself from the confines of the handcuffs.

“No! Stop, please!” Your weak attempts to stop the cop are futile, as he only ignores you and pulls your over to lay on top of the hood. You try kicking your legs at him again, but with one threatening squeeze to your ankle bone, your ministrations halt. Bakugou rewards you with a nip to the back of your thigh, runs his hot hands up until they tug at the waistband of your shorts.

The warmness of the night air tickles your bare cunt as Officer Bakugou strips you without further hesitation. You whimper in embarrassment as he chuckles behind you, runs a quick finger up your slit to gather the wetness there. You hear him hum for a second before there’s a resounding pop. You cringe, realizing that he had tasted your slick without any remorse.

“For you to be fighting against me so hard, you sure are fucking soaked, sweetheart.” Officer Bakugou murmurs, wastes no time in burying his face into your cunt. You cry out, legs kicking out instinctively as he suckles on your leaking hole. He holds your cheeks apart, watches how your glistening pussy pulsates under his stare, watches how a bead of your slick rolls down and makes your thighs sticky, watches how you shift on your feet, how it makes the flesh of your ass bounce slightly.

He needs more.

Officer Bakugou goes in again with one long breath. He licks at your hole, sucks up everything that spills from you, groans into your pussy whenever you clamp down on his tongue. He lets his tongue rolls from his mouth, lick the very tip of your swollen clit, laughs when you buck back violently and cry out breathily.

His thick fingers dig into your skin, pulls you open even wider, leans back to spit on your asshole to watch his drool slide down slowly into your cunt. You gasp at the gross slide of it, try to wiggle your way out of his grip, try not to think about how your shifting only lets his glorious tongue delve deeper in your soaked walls.

“Fuck, you taste so sweet,” he murmurs against your lips.

The same moment Officer Bakugou lets your cheeks go to slip a finger inside of you, is the same moment he leans up to lap at your other hole. You choke out a scream, hands opening and closing quickly, only managing to grip at the very ends of his blond hair. He hisses when you get a few strands and pull roughly, bites back by shoving another finger inside before you’re fully ready for the second one.

You groan, walls stretching uncomfortably, as you let your head bang against the hood of the car. Officer Bakugou just chuckles, his free hand that’s not inside of you, inching down to free his aching cock. His tongue continues to work the puckered rim of your asshole, let it loosen until he can slip the tip of his tongue inside of your entrance. He tries to work your clit with a free finger, but with the angle, it proves difficult. He huffs against your ass, figures that he might as well get inside of you to really make you feel good.

Officer Bakugou pulls his fingers out quickly, slaps the wet digit against your aching clit, chuckles when your squeak and practically roll off of the hood of your car. He grabs your bicep and steadies you, hunches over your body to nip and lick at your earlobe.

Officer Bakugou ruts his thick cock in between your puffy lips, lets your slick coat his cock as he positions it at your hole. He nips your ear again, makes your whole body shiver, whispers,

“Which hole should I put it in, sweetheart?” Officer Bakugou rasps against your ear, directs his cock to tap against your asshole. You panic, whimpering, pleading for mercy, as the cop starts to over talk you.

“I’m sure a whore like you can take it in both. I could probably convince my partner to come next time, so I can be sure that both of these little holes are stuffed.” Officer Bakugou chuckles at your panic, groans at the thought of him and Kirishima trapping you in the back of their patrol trucks to really fucking give it to you. Bakugou shivers at the thought, eyes falling shut before he pries them open quickly.

“So? Which one, sweetheart? I’m starting to become impatient.” He whispers, threatening presses the very tip of his cock to your unprepared hole. He laughs at your squeak.

“My pussy! F-fuck my pussy, officer!” Bakugou groans at the high pitched whines in your voice, lets his eyes close fully this time. Wordlessly, he lets his cock sink deep inside of you, curls over your body, kisses at your cheeks and neck as you whine about his cock splitting you open.

Officer Bakugou lets you adjust to his size for only a second, before he starts snapping his hips inside of you. It’s damn near torture. The way the thickness of his cock forces your walls to accommodate his size, how he growls in your ear, sucks bruising hickeys against your skin. He pants against it, gnaws at the thin skin underneath your neck, wraps his arms around your torso to play with your squished tits.

“Fuck, you’re tight, sweetheart. Feel s’good wrapped around my cock.” He groans into your throat, the wet sounds of his balls clapping against your ass scaring the birds in the trees above, who flock away with agitated chirps. You can only whine, let the cop continue to use your cunt for his pleasure, try not to think about how you wish he would at least touch your clit.

It’s like he reads your mind. Officer Bakugou pulls up, uses your cuffed hands as leverage to pull you back against his fat dick, reaches his other hand around to circle your clit with precise fingers. The pressure is rough, just how you like it, quick little circles that pause after every few deep thrusts, picks up with a slower pace after his momentary pause.

You hate to admit it, but the pleasure starts to become too much. You can feel yourself starting to reach closer to your orgasm, can feel the bliss on the tip of your tongue as Officer Bakugou snarls behind you at the clap of your ass against his hips.

The strain of your shoulders are only a dull pain that you can’t seem to mind at the moment, only focused on how his veins and tip press and smack against your sweet spot, how the cop moans shakily as you start to clench down around him.

“Gonna cum, sweetheart? Gonna make a mess of my fucking dick, like the nasty whore you are?” Officer Bakugou snarls, starts to roughly pull on your forearms, uncaring of how he could dislocate your shoulders. You cry out in pain, shake your head, try to deny the building tension in your lower belly.

“Don’t lie, bitch. Fucking cum on my dick, like a good little whore. Cmon, sweetheart, fucking do it.” Officer Bakugou goads you into an orgasm, shushes your embarrassed cry as you cream all over the fat of his cock. He fucks you through it, feels his own orgasm creep up on him from feeling your tight and wet walls clamp down around him. He grunts, bites his bottom lip roughly, watches how your creamy pussy swallows his cock repeatedly, lets his hips start to drive a little deeper, a little faster.

You can feel him start to pulsate inside of you, how his thrusts get a little sloppier, how his groans start echoing in volume. You panic at the realization that he didn’t wear a condom, and is too damn close to his orgasm. You quickly perk up.

“Officer Bakugou!” You whine, trying to push up on your shoulders so you can look at the cop behind you. He stares right back at you, his uniform still completely in place and sharp, save for his zipper down and producing his fat cock that’s been mercilessly pounding away at you.

“Please, d-don’t cum inside!” You cry out, let the few tears stray from your eyes as your bottom lip trembles. It doesn’t do the job you were expecting it to. No, Officer Bakugou only groans at the sight of you, throws his head back, lets the speed of his hips pick up, lets the resounding wet squelch of your sloppy cunt push him closer to his orgasm.

He cums inside of you with a gasp, stuttering breath as he shoots his thick load inside of you. You whine at the feeling of it, how it coats your walls, fills you up, and warms your belly. You clench around him, hoping to milk his cock and hurry up the process of filling you. Officer Bakugou groans at the feeling, lets his body fall forward on top of yours.

You two stand there for a few seconds trying to catch your breath, before he finally pulls up and wordlessly un-cuffs your hands. You instantly bring your wrists around in front of you, sitting up with his cock still inside of you, sighing as you rub the tenseness from your joint. Officer Bakugou lays his hands on your waist, nudges at your jawline and presses sweet kisses to your neck.

“Was I too rough with the cuffs?” He asks, rubs up and down your sides as he tries to ease his cock from inside of you. You both sigh at the feeling, him admiring the way his cum seeps from your walls, you smiling at how his hands squeeze you tight.

“A little, when you were fucking me. But other than that, it was perfect. Thank you, baby.” You turn in his hands, wrap your arms around Katsuki’s neck. He frowns down at you for being too rough, but forgives himself with that love struck gaze you give him.

“You’re welcome, weirdo.” He murmurs, leaning down to capture your lips for the first time that night. You two share a sweet kiss, completely different from the rough nature of the role-play you two did just a few minutes ago. When you pull back, you smile up at him, watch how his eye soften at the sight of you.

“What time do you get off?” You whisper. Bakugou breaks eye contact to glance at the watch on his wrist.

“About forty-five minutes.” He murmurs, opts to leave butterfly kisses against your lips and jaw and cheek and forehead and nose. It melts your heart completely.

“Want me to go to that ramen place down the street? Get us a little midnight snack when you come home?” You ask, running your fingers through his spiky locks. Katsuki hums.

“That’s more than a snack, but sure, dumbass. Get me my usual.” He says against your mouth, smiles against your own smile as you kiss him quiet. You two stand there in each others embrace for a minute before you finally pull back for air, whisper against his lips,

“Of course, my love.”

I need it all 🤤😭🥺 like tamaki just proving he can make you come with his yum stick alone. But Shigaraki oh. My. God. I didn't know I was so thristy for HIM!!! just take me out 🔫🔫🥴🥵⚰️☠️

Your writing is so good 😋. If your requests are open, and when you are free, may I request some boys (whoever you want) reacting to their s/o getting thirsty tweets after getting more famous? Maybe there's some reminding of who they belong to 👀

A/N : omg Cay your writing is also amazing but thank you so much for giving me something to thirst over lol.

S/N: I’m filthy asf for this one but the urge came out of nowhere. But this is weird grouping, I hope you like it.

Warning: slight degradation,Mommy kink,Oral (Giving), Slight exhibitionist, Dumbification, Lactation(Cow quirk), slight cockwarming.

TamakiXFemReader and TomuraXFemReader————————————————————————————————————————

Tamaki Amajiki

Our poor bean was finally confident in the fact you wanted to date him and spend the rest of your life with him being his cute little housewife. Until one day Nejire posted a video clip of you eating a milky popsicle in your swimsuit at the pool side. The sun was glistening just right on your body and you looked so peaceful just completely unaware that she was filming you.

That video was meant to be sent to Tamaki but Twitter got a hold of it first and now your phone is going off on all of your social media’s. And reality chin checked Tamaki while he was leaving from the agency as Kirishima stopped him and showed him the video. Let’s just say he was attached to the wall for a few minutes.

After calming down enough to go back home he was very much needy to feel validated that you wouldn’t leave him all alone in this domestic lifestyle. Because he can try really hard that no other creepy fucks get a glimpse of your honey like goodness.

“M-mama please I just want you to feel really good right now. Please I-fuck” he said as greedily rutted into the air as he pulled you onto his lap.

You knew what was going to happen so you powered off your phone before he got home.

“Mama is the best like this,all just for m-me” he said tugging your bikini top down and latching onto the right nipple while squeezing the left nipple. This movement caused you to start leaking milk into his mouth and down his hand.

He switches to the left nipple and proceeded to finger you with such a needy pace that caused you to squirt a little bit of milk.

“Mama I think you’re ready for my fat cock, y-yeah can mama ride me please!” He says snatching your bottoms off and freeing himself. Stroking his cock with the juices of your cunt and milk. “I-Impale yourself on it and help milk me mommy” he says before smothering himself between your breasts still stroking himself.

You’ve impaled yourself and started to ride him gently and steady. Kissing the top of his head while petting him in a comforting motion. Until he snakes his arms around you tightly then leaned back into the chair with his face still squished. He eases y’all to the edge and started thrusting upwards into your velvet warm cunt. The pace was sloppy but brutal his balls was hitting your ass and he was a moaning mess, his grip never let up on you.

“See mommy I can make you happy with my cock. Look at the mess you’ve made on my cock” he says as he pushes up into you so you could hear the sticky squelching sounds from y’all cumming. He gives you a gentle kiss on your blissed out face and lifts y’all up but he never pulled out of you.

Y’all are going to take a bubble bath together and he’s going to cockwarm you with the occasional thrusting more cum into you. So prepare to be blissfully dumb for the rest of the day and night.

Tomura Shigaraki

This villainous fucker is highly annoyed that your cosplay pictures was doing numbers on Twitter right now and how every creep was commenting under your post.

Your dms was an absolute dumpster fire of dick pics and few pussy shots with a string of flirty comments.

He hated that y’all wasn’t able to display y’all relationship publicly because he decided to be a villain before he met you at a meet and greet for something y’all had in common. That made him insecure and he hated feeling insecure over something that he owns.

So that leads you to being face fucked while he was gaming with his usual online group.

“Fuck use your tongue some more slut!” He said gripping the back of your head while thrusting into the back of your throat with a vigor of making you hoarse.

“Those bastards can keep wishing to even get a glimpse of your panties, yet I get to abuse this lewd body of yours everyday whenever i want.” Forcing you to deep throat him with both his hands on top of your head while he plays another around.

“Grin and bare it baby, stick that fucking tongue out!” He smacks your face quickly then went back to playing. Thrusting up a little bit.

He knows that you loved being face fucked because of the mess you was making on your bedroom floor, eyes rolled to the back of your head just nothing but tears and saliva dripping down your face. Mascara was smeared you was a pretty raccoon in his eyes but seeing your lipstick smudged on your face and cock gave him the greatest joy.

“Aww did you just cum from being choked out on my cock?” He looks down and over you to see your dripping cunt making a mess on the wood floor. He smacks your ass roughly and snatches the headset off.

“Maybe I should fuck you in that little cosplay of yours and show the world how much of a cocksleeve you truly are.” He says grabbing and tilting your head to side while your still buried on him.

You better hope he tires himself out before going through with that idea of his because it’s very tempting for him to mark his territory one way or another.

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Lmfao. I would love for that to happen

Ngh going to the laundromat across the street late at night cuz it’s the only time it’s not full, and there you fine Mikey waiting for his clothes in the washer, lollipop stick twisting up and down.

At first you walked past him with a fleeting look at the same time he momentarily looked your way, then the two of you do a double take at the same time, cuz fuck Mikey is handsome and damn where have you been in his life.

He talks to you while you load up the washer, smooth talker and a little too cocky, toeing the thin line between reckless and a bit unhinged- it’s hot regardless. And Mikey likes how you roll your eyes despite giggling so adorably to his nonsense, thinks that a pretty thing like you must be taken already and are only being nice to a random guy- then again, he doesn’t really care.

And, well, long story short, Mikey has you on top of your washer, a hand pressed on the back of your neck to keep you smothered on a breathless kiss, and the other is under your one of your thighs squeezed around his hips, your ankles locked on his lower back as he drops you over and over on his cock, with lewd and obscene “fwop fwop fwop” of squelching juices. As much as you tell him, beg him “s-slow down Mikey… the win-ndow, someone could see us~”, he can only think about how pretty you look under the pink neon light of the laundromat, specially when your eyes cross at the middle when you cum.

The next day you’re dazed and numb from the waist down, the best fuck of your life like never before. But part of you thinks it’s a onetime thing and you’d never really see Mikey again so you go on with the rest of your life without making such a big deal out of it.

Jokes on you tho. Now you got a gang leader absolutely obsessed with you uwu.

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Smart Girls Make Fast Learners

NSFW 18+ ONLY. MINORS WILL BE BLOCKED!

My contribution to the BNHarem’s monthly collab. The theme was SEx work. ⛓This piece is a first real deep dive into darker themes and was actually really, really exciting to write. 🖤 A massive thanks to my dear friend @libiraki​ for beta reading this.

TW: yandere behavior, toxic relationship, degradation, non-con, dub-con, degradation/praise kinks, mind break, oral (M and F receiving), over stim, loss of virginity, mentions of physical violence.

DISCLAIMER: I do not condone this type of relationship. This is a work of fiction and if this happens IRL please get out of the relationship!

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Murphy's Law | Alpha! I. Midoriya

A/N: This has been sitting incomplete in my drafts for months because I lost interest but the beginning was cute and I didn't want it to go to waste so I wrote some shitty smut just cause, yeah. read it if you want I don't really care ☹️

TW! ABO dynamics, ProHero/Aged Up, Alpha!Deku, Omega! Reader, Clumsy Reader, Accident Prone reader, condescending deku, reader is attacked and deku saves her, yandere deku if you squint, strangers to lovers, vaginal fingering, marking, not proof read poorly written 💔

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Murphy’s Law, in its simplest form, claims that “anything that can go wrong, will go wrong. In other words—you were a walking fucking disaster. 

Absolutely accident-prone. Wherever you went, chaos followed. It had been that way your whole life. You’d labeled yourself as a “clutz” thanking God that you were lucky enough to never get seriously hurt from your negligence, but it seemed that your luck was running out.

The chill of the night air did nothing to quell the sweat beading from your flesh. Brisk wind nipped at your skin, exacerbating the potent stench of a frightened omega. Yes, you were clumsy and, at times, forgetful but you always remembered to wear your blockers! 

It was just a crazy morning, and you were running late, and you assumed that it would be fine because you lived so close to the restaurant. But you didn’t expect the place to be so busy, or for your boss to have you stay an extra hour. Then two. Then four. And before you knew it you were doing a double closing shift because you were the only one available. Poor unlucky you.

That lack of luck continued when you begrudgingly passed a rowdy pack of males that were congregating outside of a liquor store. You ignored their whistles and lewd comments, clutching your bag and picking up the pace. Most of the men shrugged it off, calling you a tease or a “stuck up bitch”, but one pair of lustful eyes lingered—the same pair that were getting dangerously close. Just a few more strides and—

“Caught ‘ya!”, he growled. 

The fowl stench of alcohol mixed with the alpha’s licorice like musk made your stomach lurch. You struggled in his grasp, screaming, flailing your arms and kicking wildly until you landed a good hit on your assailant who didn’t appreciate it at all. 

“Stupid bitch” he grunts, wrapping his hands around your strands and bashing your head against the brick wall. Pain blooms in your skull and you feel yourself quickly losing consciousness but before darkness consumed you—you don’t miss the emergence of an earthy aroma soured with anger followed by a blur of green. 

Then nothing. 

A scent reminiscent of lush forest meadows and the sound of light tapping and beeping pulls you from your slumber. It was a welcomed change from the potent odor emitting from that feral alpha last night. The memory overcomes any lingering drowsiness, and you bolt upright. 

The tapping stops.

The sudden movement proved un-advantageous. Bile rose in your throat with dark spots clouding your vision. A figure emerges from the corner of the dimly lit room reaching your side in a fraction of a second. His scarred hand holds a basin to your face, and you ungraciously empty the contents of your stomach. It’s painful and unsightly. You search for something to ground yourself settling for his thick wrist while you sob and dry heave over the container. 

“Hey, it’s okay.” His voice was soft and soothing, but still held confidence. “I am here”.  Soft purrs rumbled from the alpha’s chest, while you retched beside him. Moments later, the alpha placed the basin on the bedside table and brought a damp towel to your face. Gently, he cleaned your face. It wasn’t until the cloth left your skin that your eyes fluttered open settling on the stranger. 

A gorgeous set of gemstone visionaries met your own. Sparkling with warmth and a hint of mischief and slightly covered by forest green strands from his messy undercut. Plush pink lips were pulled a slight smirk, highlighting the trademark dusting of freckles on his nose and cheeks. 

“You’re… You’re— Deku” he finished for you, flashing a close-eyed smile. “And you’re (Y/N) (L/N), recessive omega, correct?” 

You blinked. “I- yes … How did you—

“Well, you dropped your purse during the attack, and I got your name from your ID card. As for your second gender, sweetheart a beta would smell you even with all the suppressants they have you on. What happened to your blockers?”

An inexplicable feeling of shame was brought on by his furrowed brow and sudden condescending tone.

“I didn’t take them this morning… I forgot”, you tried to look anywhere but his face. You could feel the disapproval in his stare.

The alpha shook his head and frowned.

“That was extremely reckless. An unmarked omega with a scent as strong as yours should never leave the house without some form of suppressant.” He paused, leaning forward to sniff your hair. “Do you not have a partner or anyone to check on you?” 

 Your face felt extremely hot as you shook your head “no”.

“I see...” he continued with a smirk, “Do I need to inform the nurse that you lack a babysitter?” 

“A b-babysitter!?!? I don’t need a—I’m not a baby!” you sputtered, gaping at the large man. He brought a finger to your chin and closed your mouth, earning a cute squeak at the contact. “Oh? But big girls wouldn’t forget to take their blockers, especially if they’re going to be out so late. Do you understand what could’ve happened if I wasn’t patrolling the area?”

“Yes but—

“So, you knew better but still didn’t do better. That doesn’t sound like an adult thing to do.” He cooed; lips upturned to mimic your pout.

“No!” you snapped, ignoring the Pro-Hero’s raised brow. “That’s not it! I never usually forget, it was just a busy morning and I live close to my job, so I didn’t think it be a big deal but then my boss kept asking me to stay and it got later and later, and—

“So, what you’re telling me is that you’re not only forgetful but a pushover as well?” He stated matter-of-factly.

“Wha— y-you’re mean”

 Izuku wouldn’t admit it, but he loved the way your bottom lip trembled and your eyes watered due to his words. You looked like a defiant child. Absolutely helpless and in need of a caretaker. A hero. 

“I’m sorry, love. I didn’t mean to hurt your little feelings, but it’s my job as a hero to make sure that people are safe. Don’t you not want me to do my job?”

More guilt. Here was the number 1 hero trying to ensure your safety, but you were acting like a little brat. Maybe you aren’t a “big girl”.

“m’sorry” your voice was small, but he obviously heard you, humming for you to continue. “I didn’t mean to sound rude. It’s just that I have really bad luck and it’s frustrating that I always get in these positions. Thank you for saving me though, Mr. Deku”.

That’s interesting, he thought, hoping you’d elaborate on what you meant by “bad luck” but when you didn’t continue, he just smiled.

“Just doing my job!”.

A few weeks have passed, and things progressed normally. Izuku found himself thinking of you from time to time but it’s fleeting. He’ll catch himself visualizing those pouty lips upturned into a frown as he scolded you and sometimes, he imagined your deliciously sweet scent. Like right now, as he patrolled the streets his senses were suddenly flooded with your delicate saccharine aroma. It was a welcomed distraction from the repetition of his route since things had been slow today. His inner alpha grew restless from the blossoming scent that seemed to get stronger and stronger.

The observant hero scanned the area but saw no immediate signs of you. It wasn’t until he closed his eyes and inhaled deeply that he realized that you were two streets over in the college district, so he started to head in your direction. Your scent wasn’t as potent as it was during your first encounter, a sign that you’d remembered your blockers, but it would be impossible for him to miss since it was embedded in his mind. 

Turning the corner, he saw you frantically running up the sidewalk towards one of the university buildings. A report folder was clutched in your fingers with your bag propped haphazardly on your shoulder. It was apparent that you were a student and running late. You babbled frantically into the phone that was balanced between your ear and shoulder, so engrossed in the conversation that you didn’t notice a speeding car until it was blaring its horn after you walked into the streets without looking. You stared at the vehicle like a deer in headlights, unable to do anything but accept your doom. But then electricity crackled in the air, and you were whirled to the safety of the university stairs. 

“We’ve got to stop meeting like this”, the hero smirked down at you. It was comical watching the little gears turning in your head realizing that Deku had saved your life yet again. There wasn’t much time to admire him in the hospital but right now you were close enough to count each freckle in the diamond formation on his cheeks. He was so handsome. And it felt so good in his arms. So safe. 

“I— You were interrupted by the ringing of your phone. “Shit!” you cursed, pushing off the hero and running towards the doors. “Thanks, Mr. Deku!

“And then there was one” Deku muttered, slightly pissed at your rudeness. This was the second time he’d saved your life. Where was your gratitude? Entitled brat, he thought. What he wouldn’t give for a chance to correct your behavior. 

A week later, incognito Deku was heading out to enjoy the day. It was his first off day in weeks, and he decided to treat himself to a nice meal. He decided on a western style café/bakery that Kirishima had recommended a few weeks ago. Upon entering, he was immediately met with your confectionary scent. Izuku remembered that you worked at a restaurant and since you weren’t Japanese, he assumed that this was your place of employment. 

Izuku approached the dining counter, waiting to be served, and was pleasantly surprised when you came from the back to take his order. 

“Welcome! What can I get started for you today?” you chirped sweetly. 

“Hmm—a proper thanks would be nice”. You stilled at the familiarity of the voice, squinting at the unknown patron. Izuku pulled his mask down revealing his familiar array of freckles and pretty plump lips. “Its you” you smiled, leaning forward with your elbows against the counter. The action presented your exposed cleavage nicely and Izuku found himself licking his lips. “It’s me” he rasped, eyes traveling between your chest and face. 

The action did not go unnoticed, but you chose not to comment. Probably just a coincidence, you naively thought.

“Well, thanks for saving my life twice, Mr. Deku” you whispered his hero name with a coy smile playing on your glossy lips. It sounded so sweet.  “It was my pleasure, (y/n)” he whispered your name in a similar fashion while taking your hand in his larger one and running his thumb over your wrist, and you visibly shivered at the contact.

“s-so” you stammered, pulling your hand to wipe against your apron, “what would you like?” 

You he wanted to say but you were already flustered. He hummed and tapped his cheek, “I have a taste for something sweet.” His eyes dipped back to your cleavage, and he licked his lips. “Any suggestions?”

Now you definitely weren’t imagining that. 

“U-um well, w-we have lots of desserts, l bake some of them”.

 That piqued his interest. 

“Oh?” he asked, and you nodded. “Mmhmm, it’s a hobby of mines and my boss lets me try out different recipes. Today’s special is Strawberry Rhubarb pie but with a twist!” you declared proudly. “A twist you say?” he mused, leaning over the counter and reveling in your giddiness. You leaned forward and put your lips close to his ear, covering your mouth with your hand. “I add a sprig of mint for freshness” you whisper, tickling the shell of his ear. “It’s my secret ingredient”.

Fuck you were adorable. All excited like a child presenting a new skill to their parent. It took a lot of willpower to stop his cock from straining against his jeans, but he managed. 

Deku leaned back with a smirk, “Well then, it’s settled. I’m gonna have a taste of your little pie”.

Three slices of pie and a pitcher of coffee later Deku had learned that you were an international student at the university’s business school and had dreams of owning a restaurant one day. You’d also disclosed that you didn’t really enjoy your job, but you didn’t have any financial support. Pretty much helpless and alone, forced to work a crappy job so you wouldn’t get kicked out of your even crappier apartment. On a lighter note, you told him some of the things that you were into, and he found that you two had a lot of common interests. It was a pleasant surprise that you were a bit of a “fan girl” and he happened to be your favorite. 

“Like it’s just my luck that I meet my all-time favorite person while I’m moments away from death”.

Midoriya frowned when you told him of all the different mishaps you’d gotten into the past few weeks. He counted 23 times that could’ve resulted in serious bodily injury or worse. The alpha wanted to just put you in a little bubble and keep you safe from yourself. 

“Have you ever thought about— oh shit”! 

Somehow, you’d managed to trip over air and spilled the pitcher of coffee on his hand as you were going for a refill. 

“Oh! Ohmygodimsosorry!” You scrambled to wipe his hands clean but ended up spilling more on his pants. The situation was quickly becoming a spectacle, customers snickering, and passersby pointed through the windows. You were so embarrassed and could feel yourself unraveling. 

The kitchen door slammed open and out walked your supervisor. He was fuming. Throwing out a string of curses before his eyes even landed on you. Tears welled in your eyes as you braced yourself for the routine berating that you’d get every time you messed up during your shift.

“You useless fucking omega!” He seethed, “Can’t do anything right. What are you good for besides laying on your back?”

Midoriya was furious and was itching to use black whip and yank out his weak beta fangs one by one, but he noticed the change in your scent and saw the way your body shook in fear and shame. He was on you in an instant. Pulling you against his chest and releasing calming pheromones. His hood came off in the process making the crowd gasp when they saw his green curls.

Long story short— he broke your ex-supervisor’s hand, told him you quit, and carried you bridal style all the way to his home. He explained that you would never be setting foot in that place again and that he’d be taking care of you from now own. When you tried to protest between sniffles, he just shushed you and pressed your face closer to his chest. 

You were now sitting in the bathtub while Deku rinsed conditioner from your freshly detangled hair. Izuku kneeled behind the tub with his chin resting on your shoulder. He was content. Humming softly as the pads of his fingers traced your skin. Neither of you spoke. His hands felt so good on your skin—it was easy to just “let go” like he suggested when he first undressed you. Your heavy eyes had shut at some point but fluttered open when his hand ventured down to part your thighs.

Izuku nuzzled against your neck just as his fingers slipped through your sticky folds to circle your clit. Soft kisses pressed against your skin left a burning trail down to your scent glands. His tongue rolled against the flesh eliciting needy whimpers and whines. You bared your neck—encouraging his musings, gasping when sharp fangs began to prick your skin. The hero chuckled darkly loving the way you melted for him. So pliant. So perfect. 

“Being so good for me right. So good. Spread those legs a little more, that’s right. So pretty” He cooed sweetly, “Love takin’ care of you like this. You like it too, don’t you baby?” A particularly lewd moan was the only response you could muster given the fact that he’d just slipped a thick digit in your needy hole. “ ‘course y’do, bunny. ooo—you got so t-tight just then. Wanna be my little bunny?” Izuku suckled at your glands sending your omega into a frenzy. She was screaming, crying, desperate for him. You wanted him so bad that you could taste it. “Please ‘zuku. Wan’ it back. Need it, Alpha” you hiccuped, grinding your cunt against the heel of his hand. “Want it all. Wanna cum. Wan’ your cock. Wanna be yours, mark me please al-ahhh~~

Sharp fangs pierced your skin immediately sending you over the edge. Izuku suckled at the mark, prolonging your climax. Your body eventually settled in the pink tinged water, exhausted. Your eyes fluttered shut but you felt something hard prodding at your lips.

“Say ahh, bunny”.

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I never laughed so hard in my laugh

Now imagine France doing that to England…

RUIN ME!🥵 JUST UGHH!

“It won’t fit,” you whine, peeking down over the swell of your breasts and feeling immediately dizzy upon seeing Sukuna pressing the throbbing, thick tip of his cock into your cunt. 

“Quiet for daddy,” he growls, not paying you much mind and merely swatting your thigh gently as you break his concentration. He presses the tip of his cock past your opening, eliciting a hiss and whimper from your red, bitten lips. 

Agonizingly, Sukuna presses in a little bit more, sinking bit by bit into your soggy, velvety heat. His eyebrows raise, pulling together in the pleasure from being inside you. 

“Shh,” he soothes, though his voice is still rough, as whimpers and mewls escape you. 

His cock is so big, so unbelievably thick. As he pushes inside, you feel like you’ll burst from the sheer weight of it. Inch by inch you’ve lost track of how long it’s been since your initial protest. Seems like that was forever ago, and now his cock is fixing to split you in half, and you swear it’s so long that you feel it bumping at the base of your throat, though that could just be your own anxious heart, and– 

“Breathe, brat,” Sukuna murmurs, hand splaying out on your lower stomach as his thumb swipes at your clit. 

With great effort, you suck in a breath of air, exhaling and allowing yourself to relax, just slightly. You repeat the action and gather yourself even more, and that’s when you realize he’s stopped moving. 

“Daddy made it fit. Went through all that trouble. Now take it like a good girl.”