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Summary: The sister of a pro-hero pays the price for her brother’s interference with the League of Villains.
Pairing: Shigaraki x Reader
Warnings: Violence, Dubcon, Humiliation, Degradation
Chapters: 1 ★ 2 ★ 3 ★ 4 ★ 5 ★ 6 ★ 7 ★ Epilogue
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I’m going to think about this for the rest of my life
Wet Pleasures
Fandom: BNHA
Rating: E
Characters: Hitoshi Shinsou
Tags: dom!Shinsou, rough sex, dirty talk, hair pulling, bondage
Word Count: ~7k
“You’re such a good girl,” He mused, his other hand drifting down your arm, thumb dangerously close to the outline of your breast, “you never tell me no.”
You shook your head faintly in agreement, your eyes drawn to the beautiful muscles of his body that you had yet to see before.
“If you don’t tell me no right now, kitty, I’m going to do very naughty things with you.”
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Creep part 2 (Bakugou x Reader)
Bakugou x fem!Reader
Genre: Spice!
Sequel to Creep (part 1)
a/n: More spice than the first part ;) This one took a different turn from the first part, so I hope you all like it! The ending might be a little rushed because I’m really exhausted and I wanted to finish this before I pass out on my keyboard.
This part was inspired by a Tiktok that was going to be a completely different scenario, but it ended up fitting perfectly as a sequel, so I used it!
Also I hit 100 followers!? In 2 weeks?! What are y’all following me for, I’m trash!? Nonetheless thank you for supporting my tiny blog out of the vast world of Tumblr, I really appreciate it. 100 followers may not seem like a lot for some of you, but I never expected this to happen and I’m so grateful for each of you 😘😘 Ok enough of the mushy stuff, onward to the sequel!
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Maybe I was hit by cupid’s arrow. Or the devil’s, considering the type of thoughts I’m having.
I’m not usually the kind of person who lusts over people or their appearances. I’ll at least acknowledge them as hot and then move on, but I don’t dwell on them. Until I went back to our shared dorm still wearing Bakugou’s hoodie and started having flashbacks of our few moments together. His scent coupled with the memory of his smirk and those intense crimson eyes left me with a lingering high. We had left things unfinished, and that little nagging in the back of my head drove me to do something I wouldn’t normally do.
And that was stalking him. I ended up scrolling through Ochaco’s following list for his profile, and finding it was akin to discovering a hidden treasure. From the outline of his build in that long-sleeve shirt I last saw him in, I knew there was something there. While his profile displayed mostly pictures of his friends hanging out, there were also clips of him training in the gym. Only when I chose those to watch those and scrolled to the end of the set would I be gifted with a beautiful mirror selfie of him in a black tank top. Even just standing there, hands in his pockets or arms crossed across his chest, the curve of his arms and veins straining underneath entice me.
But that wasn’t what stands out to me the most. It’s actually his neck. In the small amount of time I’d spoken to him, the moment that he removed his hood and exposed it to me is the image that replays the most. The structure of his muscles and his collarbone melding together into a perfect sculpture of a man. That’s what mostly haunted me. To think it’s one of the more sensitive parts of him makes my heart pound a little harder. In every picture, it was the first thing I looked for.
“You planning on taking that off anytime soon?”
I jolted when Ochaco’s sly comment awoke me from my reverie. "Yeah, I just needed to check something first,“ I tried to play it off before - reluctantly - ripping the hoodie off of me.
And now, the day after that, I have to give it back to him. This morning, a rogue though flashed into my mind: instead of simply handing it to him, I could wear it to class and have him watch me peel it off my body. Such a thought never occurred to me before, startling me for being brash.
I did wear it though. I told myself it was cold in the classroom and I would need it.
When I walked into the classroom, I didn’t dare to glance at the back for him since my thoughts haven’t been the purest and I think I might’ve choked if I didn’t mentally prepare myself. If he was nice enough, he would have respected that sign, but he wasn’t.
As soon as I turned around from getting a pen from my bag, there he was leaning on my desk, earning an embarrassing squeal from me.
His head tilts against his arm. "That’s a lovely shade on you.”
My breath stops for a millisecond. Huh?
Bakugou twirls one of the strings on the hoodie around his finger. "The black matches your nails.“
Oh. Duh. "Yeah? I might keep it then.” Just to make my point, I pull the hood up on my head. "You’re probably not getting this back.“
"Hording my clothes now?” He clicks his tongue, “Sounds like you’re the creep now. Or just a thief.”
Haaa, you don’t know the half of it. From the position he’s in, leaning down on the desk and resting his head on his arm, there’s a very perfect view of his neck and collarbone right in front of my eyes from under his black shirt and denim jacket. I try not to linger on it and force myself to concentrate on his face instead. "I’ll give it back after class, this room is always too cold for me.“ But today it feels just a bit hotter.
We agree to get lunch and head to the library after class until the professor arrives and he returns to his seat, but not before sending a wink my way. I clutch the neck of the hoodie, stunned as the gesture spirals be back to us almost kissing, before the fire alarm rudely interrupted everything. For the rest of class, I’m more concerned with how to take off an oversized hoodie in a sexy way than any kind of modern British prose.
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We decide on staying on one of the library floors where a moderate level of talking is allowed, taking over a small, private study room where the door is transparent and there’s a rectangular glass window to see inside. I’m partially thankful for the extra insurance keeping me from possibly jumping on him, but that doesn’t keep me from staring and letting my mind run wild.
Bakugou chose the seat at the head of the table and I chose the seat adjacent to him. "I can’t get over how the old hag typed out an entire 7 page guideline on how to write this paper. Does she expect us to write a dissertation or something?!”
I slurp my udon. "She needs to chill. I thought her sarcastic humor was funny the first week of class, but she’s getting on my nerves now.“
"Then why do you keep laughing at all her jokes?”
“Because I need to kiss up to her so she can at least remember me to give me a good grade for one.” I put a piece of chicken in my mouth. "And also, I’m low key scared of her killing my first born child.“
Bakugou almost chokes on his Mapo Tofu laughing at that, throwing his head back and slamming the table. The image of me kissing his neck flashes through me and cuts my laugh short. Calm yourself! I clear my throat. "Speaking of scary people, if I had met you at the party, I would’ve had a very different impression of you, since you were much more…aggressive there.”
He has a confused expression before he looks down at his food. "You mean how I was screaming playing that game?“
"Yeah.” I note how uncomfortable he looks on the subject. "I guess people usually think that of you?“
"Something like that. I was kind of a loudmouth in high school, I think I’ve gotten better.” He turns to me, twirling his chopsticks in his hand curiously. "What was your first impression of me?“
I shrug. "You’re quiet, you have a brain in your head, and you like to sleep in class sometimes.”
The blond snorts, “People don’t usually associate me with ‘quiet,’ you’d be the first.”
Should I be flattered by that? I wonder.
We finish our meals without another word. I pull out my laptop and start looking through the guidelines for our paper again. "I don’t even know what book I want to write about, they’re all so boring.“
Bakugou shrugs, still peering into his laptop screen. "I would just pick the one with a theme you can bullshit the most about.”
“I guess,” I slump down onto my arm. I always liked reading growing up so I didn’t think I would have a tough time in this class, but the professor really drains the energy out of me.
I feel a bit hot in his hoodie, perking up at the opportunity to pique his interest. Maybe I can lift it up so my shirt underneath slides up and shows my stomach a little? Would that be sexy? How do I remove it casually enough in one swift movement without fucking it up? Maybe he’ll find any way I do it attractive, because hopefully that’s how guys think.
I decide to just try it an see how it goes. Lifting it with both hands from the bottom, I drag the hoodie up and almost get it over my head, feeling my shirt underneath lifting below it. I try straightening my back to make my posture look a little more curvy than I probably already am. The problem I face is getting it off my head, which immediately dampers my effortlessly-sexy act into an awkward one. I have to slip my arms out from the sleeves and push it up from underneath, messing my hair up slightly in the process.
I sneak a glance out of the corner of my eye to gauge his reaction in case he saw it. There is none, his eyes are still glued to the screen.
Well, that was kind of a fail, I think, throwing the hoodie onto the space between us. I’m just a bit disappointed that I can’t channel my inner flirt around boys I like, but it’s not the end of the world.
“Too bad, I thought you look pretty good in my hoodie,” he spares me a smug grin.
I freeze up at the statement, heat rushing to my cheeks. "I think so too,“ I murmur, "Maybe I should steal your jacket too.”
He stops tapping on his keyboard and stares at me with an unfamiliar emotion. I’m about to ask what he’s thinking before he removes his jacket and hands it to me. "I’d like to see that.“
I almost think it’s a joke, but I take it from him anyway, draping it around my shoulders without putting my arms through the sleeves. I get the sense that it might be too big on me if I put it on. A fresh bout of his scent comes with it, sending me into another spiral of unhealthy thoughts.
"I think the universe is trying to tell me something, because you look good in all my clothes,” Bakugou leans back in the seat, looking down his nose at me.
The implication makes my heart flutter. "Yeah, they’re actually mine and you’d stolen them from me before. Or you just have a really girlish figure.“ Like hell I believe that, you were probably sculpted from stone by the gods.
"Pfft, whatever you say,” he rolls his eyes and looks back his laptop, scanning over the notes he wrote down. "So, this is the list of themes for each of the books we read for class, wanna hear it just in case it triggers something for you?“
My mind is still hung on the sculpted from the gods thought, so I absently nod while staring at him to make him think I’m paying attention. In reality, my thoughts wander to the pictures I’d seen of him a few nights ago, the gym mirror selfies in his tank tops. His arms are definitely just a teaser for what he probably has underneath that shirt, and I’m betting on there being a washboard waiting for me to run my hands over, judging by the brief glance I had down his shirt earlier.
Unconsciously, my eyes trace down to his black button down. It practically teases me, his top 2 buttons undone to expose all of his collarbone and the top of his defined chest. I don’t have to go by the low quality mirror posts on his profile or the fuzzy memories from the party, it’s right there for me to see. Flashes of me running my fingers over his neck as I nibble on his ear, rogue noises of his hypothetical sighs of bliss, my hands spreading his shirt open to allow for more space to kiss down his muscular neck. Each new image quickens my heart rate and sends a new tremor down my body.
I’d love to just devour him.
"Hey!”
Both his voice and the rational one in my head snap me back to reality. Did I really just-
Annoyance creases in his brow as I recompose myself and sit up straight. "Sorry, I didn’t catch the last thing,“ my voice comes out noticeably strained.
"What’s wrong with you-” Just like that, his face crosses with an awareness that only morphs into a smirk. "I guess you’re letting your mind wander.“
My eyes widen. Shit, he knows, I’m caught! "No, I’m just-”
“We’ve only known each other for a day and you’re already obsessed with me, aren’t you?” He leans forward, only to have me lean back, but he pulls the collar of his jacket on me to keep me in place. "That might be a little unhealthy, don’t you think?“
I’m staring at his descending lips, part of me holding a desire for them to quell the feeling I’ve locked up.
Bakugou hums low, breath caressing my face. "I think we have some unfinished business from the other night. You must’ve been thinking about that.” His gaze flickers down to my slightly agape lips before slamming his down on them. Though it’s not delicate by any means, it still feels like a tester. Electricity shudders through me at our long-awaited reunion, and when he pulls away for a moment to look down at me with half-lidded eyes, I know he feels the same thing.
And something breaks free inside me. I hurriedly press my lips back against his, catching him by surprise. I take the lead, quickening the tempo of our kisses as one of my hands tangle in his soft hair, not giving either of us time to breathe. Leaning forward into him, my stomach presses into the table corner between us, and I break away from him. Allowing only a few pants, I jolt from my seat and round the corner to take the place of his lap and join our lips again forcibly, my knees on either side of him, pressing our bodies together against the back of the chair and swiveling into the table for stability. He was caught off guard before, but he melts into me and allows his hands to grab my waist.
I trail my tongue onto his lower lip before tracing my lips across his jaw. "You weren’t expecting this, were you?“ I breathe against the shell of his ear, his natural musk filling my nostrils.
A low groan escape him. "I didn’t think you wanted me this much. Must’ve driven you a little crazy somehow.”
My hand tangled in his hair drags down his neck, my nails grazing it ever so slightly, eliciting another growl from him and his grip me tighter. "I’ll show you some of what I was just thinking about.“ Starting at the base of his ear, I pepper more open-mouthed kisses down the same neck that’s haunted me, sometimes tickling my tongue over the spots he stiffens up at.
Once I reach the base of his neck, barely caressing that taunting collarbone, I move the opening in his shirt away to expose more of his chest to me, continuing up to where his shoulder and neck conjoin, remaining there to massage it with my lips and lightly graze my teeth on it. "This little creeper wanted to taste this neck you love to flaunt.” I pull away and meet his wanton gaze. "I wonder if I should mark it.“
Calloused hands dig under my shirt as he catches his breath. "Depends. What kind of relationship do you want from me?” He’s holding himself back.
I never stopped to think about it. He’s a pretty great guy, we have pretty strong chemistry, and we bounce off each other really well, not to mention he’s the only guy to have awakened such new feelings from me. Looping my arms around his neck and joining our foreheads together, I mutter against his lips, “Let’s go on a few dates maybe?”
He smirks and gives me another slow kiss before pulling away. "Deal. But let’s take this slow. I can very easily do something like this to you too, but then how will I get to know you?“
I sit back on his thighs. "Fair point. And, just an aside,” my face gets warmer at my admittance, “I don’t normally do this. I’m usually more reserved, but you’re different, I guess.”
“I think you were just really thirsty for a real man,” he winks, earning a shove in the chest from me. "That was an impressive show though, I’ll give you credit. Maybe later, I can show you what goes on in my head. Except, it’s a lot more than just a few neck kisses.“
I almost choke on that, my cheeks growing even hotter.
Bakugou’s expression softens, the teasing disappearing. "But before that, we can enjoy ourselves in calmer things. Like dinner? Or bowling?”
My chest swells with something lighter than desire. "Sounds like a plan.“
He plants a kiss on my nose. "Okay, now get off before someone walks in on us. It’s a study room, not a make out room, creep.”
I get off him and settle back into my seat. "I think I prefer the term 'perv,’ thank you very much.“
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Had a request for predator/prey with Bakugou, and went fucking wild with it
This request was from fucking OCTOBER. Whoops. Mind mistakes, I’m not editing 4.3k words rn
Pairing: Werewolf! Bakugou Katsuki/Reader
Warnings: R18, predator/prey, breeding, marking, dubcon, nastiness
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The woods crack and moan all around you, old trees swaying in the cold wind. There were no paths to go off of, no trails or maps or even landmarks that could tell you where you were. You should have turned around the moment you’d noticed this, but your body refused your mind and any rational thought. Wolves howling wildly from within the depths of the trees, echoing too much for you to pinpoint where they were.
The warnings of the villagers rang in your head; don’t go– you’ll be devoured– the wolves will get you. Yet you refused to listen, stuck in the mindset that you could make it to the cottage in time before nightfall. Oh how wrong you were.
Night sent within the forest sooner than you had been anticipating, the massive old trees making everything much darker with the lack of sunlight. Every noise seemed amplified; even the crickets set your mind on edge. Rustling through the thickets, hoots of owls and snapping of twigs raised your heart rate impossibly high, and it was as if you’d run a marathon through the woods. On you walked, though, satchel of fruits tied to your belt and knife in hand. Even with all the noise, the activity at a level not normally seen on the forest floor at this time, you’d yet to hear the one thing you’d had your mind on the most.
Wolves.
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Hi 💗 I hope you have a wonderful week and drink some water! lots of love- butterfly anon 🦋
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Your Biggest Fan | Kirishima Eijirou x Reader
Wrote this entire fic and then realised that the ask mentioned tights. Whoops ~ but hey! On the plus side, more subway train sex!
Shout out to: @mothwithteeth @angeliclyaslut @redbeanteax @bbygirlpastel for indulging in my stranger Kirishima fantasies, a lot of this fic is thanks to their depraved ideas. Also tagging @ikinabi because Kirishima?
Warnings: 18+, dubcon-ish~
You raced up the stairs in the train station, after hearing the familiar rumble of your train pulling into the platform. You cursed at the scurry of people coming down the stairs at the mainline station, trying to avoid them as you rushed towards the train.
“Shit,” You groaned as you heard the familiar voice indicating the doors were about to close, managing to slip into the carriage before the doors closed.
Out of breath you made your way towards an empty seat, thankful that the train seemed to be almost deserted. Panting as you tried to regulate your breathing.
“You okay, cutie?” A voice caught you by surprise as you looked up to see a towering figure looming over you.
“Red Riot?” You blinked, tilting your head as you did a double take, “I-I’m a big fan-”
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Art by lavlien
Posted with written permission
SHINSOU SMUT HEADCANONS SHINSOU SMUT HEADCANONS SHINSO SMU-
A/N: I’m not saying that I’m listening to Yagami Yato’s patreon Shinsou audios while I’m typing this but-
Warning: nfsw below cut
hii!! i’m the anon that asked for zombie shigaraki pt. 2 and honestly, you don’t have to involve squirting in it if you don’t know how to write it!! you’re such a talented writer but if u want to “expand” with ur writing that would also be awesome ☺️ i hope my last ask wasn’t pressuring lol i just really love zombie shigaraki and your writing in general :), hope ur doing well- thirsty anon for ur writing
Oh no you weren’t pressuring me!! I’d love to write about it, i feel like sometimes I repeat too much in my nsfw writing so I think it’d be nice to branch out :) thank you so much 🥺 I’m happy you like my writing so much 💖
zombie shigaraki pt. 2? and squirting would be beautiful
I would love to! but- I’ve never actually written anything involving squirting before?? Like I’ve read fics with it but like I’m not very well.. educated on it so I’d have to read up about it more to write it! But I hopefully will eventually! I think it’s hot af and could pair well with it 🥴
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