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I’m nana, been on this miserable lovely world for 19yrs
-> chicana, she/her
-> intp... i choose to be alone, swear
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mina's dare is simple: steal a pair of boxers from your least-favorite senpai's bedroom. what could go wrong?
tw: smut, sparring, senpai tames his bratty kouhai😔😔✌️✌️
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“I dare you to steal a pair of Bakuguo’s boxers.”
Your jaw drops in disbelief as your friends squeal with laughter, shaking you wildly and laughing, “Oh, you’re in for it.”
“Mina!” you protest. “That’s so mean! You said tonight was going to be a wholesome girls’ night.”
“That was before you told me to send a panty shot to Eiji.”
“You two are dating!”
“I feel like this counts as hazing,” Kasumi squeaks. “Bakugou hates Y/N. Like, really, really hates her.”
“Yeah, he does kinda have it out for her,” Ochako muses.
You cross your arms, scowling petulantly. Really, you wouldn’t have a problem with Bakugou- if he wasn’t such an insufferable ass.
The entire country had been enthralled with Bakugou Katsuki since he was in high school. The media portrayed him as a brazen anti-hero, online forums discussed his ingenious quirk strategies, and- in more recent years- every gossip magazine and Buzzfeed listicle had stuck him on top of their “Most Fuckable Heroes” list. Naturally, he’d coasted through U.A. and landed straight in Japan’s top hero university.
Bakugou knew he was the best. And yeah, he loved his friends and wanted to protect society and all that- but shit, the ego boost he got from his peers fawning over him was intoxicating.
Dynamight was the top of the top, a prodigy who’d managed to overtake most professional heroes. Damn right he deserved respect.
And then you entered Plus Ultra University the year after him, all cocky grins and flashy attacks and snide remarks. You’d practically laughed in Bakugou’s face when he tried to teach your class a battle maneuver.
Despite how many times he blasted you across the room, kicked you to the floor, and hissed insults that made your classmates gasp, you always had that unwavering, infuriating overconfidence. It hit a little too close to home.
Three years later, your mutual hatred still ran deep. Bakugou was graduating in six months, off to work at Endeavor’s agency with a six-figure salary. You were counting down the days until you’d never have to sit through a class with him again.
But you’d have to survive Mina’s dare to make it to graduation.
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It takes a few kicks for Bakugou’s window to give. When you’ve finally managed to kick it open, you nimbly slip through, landing on all fours on his living room floor. It’s pitch-black and eerily silent; he must be out clubbing with his friends, sticking his tongue down some hapless girl’s throat. A shudder of disgust runs through you at the thought.
“This is so easy,” you scoff, sauntering into Bakugou’s bedroom. It’s a little tricky navigating his furniture in the darkness, but you’re pretty sure the closet’s next to the dresser-
A rock-hard arm snakes around your neck and jerks you backwards.
Years of strength training and quirk practice instinctively kick in; you don’t even hesitate when you jam your elbow into your captor’s solar plexus. He lets out a soft grunt of pain- you take the opportunity to throw a jab at their head. They dodge your attack, bringing their leg to twist behind your ankle and pulling your leg off the ground.
You barely manage to recover your balance as you fall, lithely somersaulting away as an explosion blasts into the air inches away from your face. The orange-gold flames momentarily illuminate the room, throwing light on a familiar figure sneering down at you.
Shit.
“What’s the matter, princess? Weren’t expecting company?”
That aggravatingly familiar voice- that obnoxious nickname- causes your lip to curl in annoyance.
“Aw, sitting alone in the dark on a Saturday night?” you respond, your voice dripping with syrupy condescension. “That’s a low even for you, Kats.”
A furious growl rips from his throat as he flings another wall of flames in your direction. If your quirk didn’t give you superhuman mobility, you’d be toast. Thank god his room is fireproofed.
“And breaking into my house is better? Fuckin’ bitch- I’m gonna torch that smirk off your face. Stompin’ around loud enough to wake me up-,”
But then you plant a mean left hook on him, causing him to let out a grunt of pain mid-sentence. You use his momentary hesitation to throw a cross-jab combination-
And that’s where you fuck up.
The darkness throws off your aim- Bakugou is further to the side than you realized, causing you to slightly stumble forward. That’s all he needs; in the next moment, your arms are violently grabbed and twisted behind your back, body slammed onto the bed and knee shoved between your legs.
The room suddenly floods with soft yellow light as Bakugou finally turns on the lamp sitting next to his desk.
“Who’s laughin’ now?” he drawls, his heavy form looming above you. He’s dressed in a black muscle tee and boxers, putting his well-built arms on display. You struggle to escape from his grasp, but that just causes you to squirm atop his knee.
Bakugou’s smirk widens.
“Okay, congrats,” you snap. “You win. Now let me go, psycho- ah!”
Bakugou has shoved his leg even harder against your pelvis, his hands gripping your wrists so tightly they feel like they’re going to snap.
“It’s pathetic how weak you are. How long did you last- five minutes? Must be a record.”
Tears spring to your eyes as he squeezes your hands even harder. “Ow, Bakugou!”
“Bakugou? What happened to Kats?” He lowers his face to yours- he’s so close you can see the flecks of amber in his vermillion eyes, feel his warm, minty breath on your cheek.
“Look- I’m just here because of a stupid dare,” you tell him, trying and failing to keep your voice from trembling. “I’m sorry, okay? Just let me go.”
Bakugou lets out a harsh bark of laughter. “Oh, I don’t think so, princess.”
You blink up at him with wide eyes.
“Y’know, I should’ve put you in your place years ago,” he continues. “Walkin’ around in your short little skirts, actin’ like you’re the queen of the world when you haven’t won a single fight against me.”
“I said sorry-,”
“Sorry isn’t gonna cut it. I’m tired of your fuckin’ antics.”
And despite yourself- despite how much you loathe Bakugou- his words cause shivers to run down your spine. It’s impossible to ignore how attractive he is at this proximity, the sheer power that ripples through his muscles. He could break you if he wanted. Snap you in half with no effort at all.
Tense silence hangs between the two of you. The hot, needy ache in your lower stomach intensifies with every passing second.
And then Bakugou’s eyes slowly trail over your flimsy cami, pausing at your breasts. He shifts his grip so that only one of his hands circles your wrists.
“Huh,” he muses, thumb coming down to slowly circle a pebbled nipple. “Knew you were a fuckin’ bitch, but didn’t know you were a whore too.”
Your face grows hot with mortification. “I- it’s ‘cuz I’m cold, not- hng!”
He harshly tweaks a nipple, causing your pelvis to jerk up in response. A cruel laugh tears from Bakugou’s throat.
“So if I reach down here-,” His fingers shove past your running shorts, sliding over your panties, “-you won’t be wet?”
Ragged gasps leave your lips as Bakugou lazily moves his hand against your slit. His knuckles push against your panties just the slightest, firm enough so you feel him, but too light to be enough. You let out a needy mewl as you rut against his calloused palm, trying to heighten the friction-
But Bakugou abruptly pulls his hand away, laughing viciously.
“Bakugou,” you whine. “Come on.”
“Oh, no, no, sweetheart,” he cooes. “You break into my apartment, and you think I’m gonna get you off?”
“Like you haven’t wanted me for the last three years. You’re not very subtle when you’re staring at my ass.”
Bakugou growls, baring his teeth, but you don’t miss the flush that creeps up his neck. Suddenly, he lets go of your wrists.
“Okay, princess,” he utters. “You’re free to leave.”
You stiffen. Frustration rises up in the pit of your stomach as you glare up at him. The seconds tick by; Bakugou’s mirth grows as you stay frozen on the bed.
“That’s what you asked for, right? Go.”
“You’re such an asshole,” you hiss.
“Why? You don’t want me at all, right? So just- mmph!”
You’ve launched yourself into his lap, smashing your lips on his in furious desperation. He immediately clasps his large hands around your waist and tugs you closer, reciprocating with equal force.
Your kiss is passionate, intense, all angry tongue and teeth and stubborn refusal to yield. Bakugou’s hands rip apart your cami like it’s butter, greedily massaging your breasts like he can’t get enough.
“Oh, fuck,” you gasp, grinding against his rock-hard bulge.
“What did I say?” Bakugou says mockingly, pushing you off him. “You’re not getting off before me.”
And for a moment- when you peer up at him with a wounded gaze, your lips bruised and wet- he almost relents. Almost.
But a twisted sense of victory washes out every other emotion inside him. It’s so satisfying seeing you like this. He’s tried everything the last few years to break you down- shouting at you and overpowering you and blasting you to the wall- but nothing has reduced you to this whimpering, needy mess.
“Aw. Look at you.” The condescension oozes off his voice. You’re clumsily pulling at his boxers, fingers tugging the band down to reveal his thick, erect cock. It’s enthralling, almost; the prominent vein that snakes down his length; the salty precum trickling from his swollen red head; the strangled groan that leaves Bakugou’s mouth as you gently lay kitten licks around his shaft.
“Can you handle it, angel?” he murmurs, staring at you beneath hooded eyes.
“Of course. I’ve had... b-bigger.”
“Really?” Bakugou cocks a lazy eyebrow. “Don’t have to hold back, then, hm?”
Your lips gently wrap around his tip, tongue tentatively lolling around his length. There’s something about his musky scent that intensifies your arousal; you’re gripped by a wanting need for him, a desire to feel him entirely filling your mouth, stuffing himself down your throat until the only sensation in your mind is the heavy girth of his cock. It’s exhilarating as you slide down his length, drool dripping over his skin as you take him in his entirety.
“Oh, sh-shit,” Bakugou swears roughly, fingers threading through your hair. “Yeah, fuckin’ pathetic- are you so cockhungry you’ll suck off the guy you hate the most? Just need t’be a cumdump for anyone?”
Shit, you look so precious like this, gazing up at him with teary lashes and pitiful eyes. You’re hollowing out your cheeks as you bob up and down his length, soft hands pumping around the parts of him you can’t take in. You can’t get enough- sticky strings of precum and spit hang from his cock to your chin as you move down to his heavy balls. Your hand works at his length as your lips wrap around them, sucking and teasing at his velvety skin.
And that’s when Bakugou’s resolve snaps. He thrusts into your mouth, causing you to gag on his length in surprise.
“Come on, take it, take it,” he chants. “Thought you’d had bigger, thought this was nothin’.”
Your nails scrabble against his thighs, finding purchase as you accommodate to his pace. The sloppy sounds of your saliva and tears and precum lewdly squelch through the air as he uses your mouth, thick head pounding into the back of your throat. The sensation of you choking on his length makes his heart race wildly- this was the stuff of his dreams, the late-night fantasies he’d fucked his hand to hundreds of times.
You finally manage to stretch out your jaw to accommodate Bakugou’s size, relax your throat until you’re able to handle him fucking your mouth. The way you’re swallowing around his dick coaxes coarse groans from his lips. His head thuds against the wall, mouth agape as he rasps, “Close- keep goin’, take this fuckin’ cock-,”
You love the way he unravels when he releases. Perfect, untouchable Bakugou Katsuki, falling apart in front of you. It feels like you’re finally pulling him down to your level, an unreachable star in the sky that’s finally fallen to Earth.
A cry leaves his lips as he spurts thick ropes of cum down your throat and paints your pretty pink mouth in white. You swallow down on his cock while keeping your eyes locked on his.
“Christ,” he says hoarsely, pulling out of you. “Finally put that bratty little mouth to use.”
You don’t respond, slumping down on his sheets. Your chest rises and falls shakily.
Unexpectedly, a hand comes down to stroke your hair.
“You took that like a fuckin’ champ,” Bakugou murmurs, rubbing gentle circles between your locks.
You look up at him hopefully. “Y-Yeah?”
“‘Course.” He brushes the hair out of your face. His features are arranged in a shockingly tender expression. “You’re always so damn pretty.”
And it’s the way your face lights up at his praise- the way you’re so desperately yearning for his approval- that thrills Bakugou the most. You’ve never cared about his opinion. Always scoffed at his advice.
But here you are, hanging off his every word.
“C’mere,” he says gruffly, and captures your mouth in a kiss. It’s sweeter than the first time, deep and languid with an intensity that leaves your head spinning. When you smile against his lips, he chuckles quietly.
“Alright, princess.” Bakugou lays you down on his plush pillow. “It’s your turn.”
“You’re the best, Kats.”
Bakugou glowers up at you, his head between your legs. He’s gotten your running shorts and underwear halfway down your thighs, leaving your bare cunt exposed. “Don’t push it.”
Anticipation grows in your chest as Bakugou lazily plays with the slick gathered at your entrance. “So wet from suckin’ me off.” You moan as he blows a cool stream of air on your slit.
“D’ya like it when I’m rough with you?” he continues, fingers teasing around your clit. “Do you get off on being my cockslut?”
“Hurry up- ow!”
Bakugou has slapped your pussy, causing pain to radiate through your lower body.
“Talk to me like that one more time, and I’m throwing you out,” he utters. “Do I make myself clear?”
He’s so hot and cold, but somehow, this unpredictability heightens the thrill. When you don’t respond immediately, he smacks you again. A cry of pain tears from you.
“I said, do I make myself clear?”
“Yes, Bakugou.”
But he hits you again even harder. You whine in protest.
“Call me Katsuki,” he says brusquely.
“What was that for?! I didn’t know-,”
This time, when his hand comes down, you finally learn your lesson.
“Y-Yes, Katsuki,” you whimper, your lips downturned in a pout.
“Aww. Is my little slut sad? Wonder why she got wetter after I punished her, hm?”
You mewl blissfully as he finally delves into your folds, slurping and swallowing like he can’t get enough of your taste. Bakugou’s nose rubs against your clit as he coaxes his tongue into your hole, slowly pushing faster until he’s relentlessly fucking into you.
Everything in your mind’s going foggy, his fingers playing with your clit as skillfully pounds into your gummy walls. You’re blubbering incoherently, strangled moans of feels s’good and Katsuki please the only intelligible phrases streaming from your mouth.
Your orgasm comes too fast, releasing the tension that’s been building in your stomach since Bakugou first overpowered you. But he doesn’t relent; he simply replaces his tongue with his fingers.
“Ah, Katsuki- t-too much-,”
“What’s the matter?” Bakugou sneers, his thick fingers scissoring and curling into you. “Thought you could handle it.” He angles his fingers upwards, switching the spots he’s hitting at a pace you can’t keep up with-
And then he crooks his fingers just right and you let out a strangled moan, your back arching up off the bed.
“Looks like I found something my fuckin’ girl likes, huh?”
“Kats- please, I- I can’t-,”
But then he moves down to lap at your puffy clit and your words are lost in a wanton shriek.
“Yeah? Were you saying something?”
The pain of overstimulation entwines with the heady buildup of your second orgasm- you can’t think at all, can’t keep any thought in your head except Katsuki, Katsuki, Katsuki-
Bakugou looks up at you, his lips dripping in your slick.
“Cum for me,” he hisses.
And so you do, shudders wracking you as your orgasm tears through your body. You’re nearly sobbing- whether from pain or pleasure, you don’t know- and when Bakugou draws you into his chest, you’re still shaking.
“W-Want you inside me, Katsuki,” you whimper after you catch your breath.
He laughs harshly. “Wasn’t enough for you? Christ, how needy can you get?”
But he complies, his hand firm on your hips as he slams you down on the bed. He yanks your legs over his broad shoulders; you gasp as he slaps your dripping cunt with his erect cock.
“Who does this sloppy little pussy belong to?” he taunts.
There’s no challenge in your voice when you breathe, “You, Katsuki.”
“Dumbed out and desperate, huh?” Bakugou digs his fingers in your windpipe. “Next time you get mouthy with me during training, I’ll remind you how stupid this dick can make you.”
Anticipation skitters through your chest as he lines himself up against your entrance. Before he enters you, though, Bakugou pauses.
“You sure about this?” he asks, the spite gone from his tone.
You nod vigorously. “Wanted this for forever- please, Katsuki, just fuck me-,”
He pushes into you in one swift movement, bottoming out without giving you a moment to adjust. A high-pitched keen tears from your throat; fuck, your body is throbbing around him, stretched out in the most satisfying way possible. You swear you can feel him in your stomach.
“Shit,” Bakugou swears quietly, his jaw clenched. Everything about this moment- from your pussy fluttering around him, to the drool dripping down your cheek, to the wanton look in your gaze- it’s all absolutely perfect.
He slowly draws out of your cunt, his length scraping against your warm velvet walls. A whimper falls from your lips as he buries himself to the hilt inside you again.
“You good?” Bakugou murmurs. His hand snakes down to circle your clit, causing the tension to slowly leak from your muscles. Pleasure finally begins to overtake the pain; you whisper, “Yeah, ‘m ready, Katsuki.”
And then he starts picking up his pace, thrusting into you slowly and then moving faster when he hears your mewls grow louder. “Y’like that?” he growls. “Look at the way you’re rutting against me- fuckin’ hell, princess.”
“Don’t stop, please,” you beg, practically going cross-eyed at the way he’s pounding into you. Your ankles lock around his neck; he’s hitting you so deep, your position letting him hit angles your fingers could never reach. “Feels so g-good, I can’t...,”
Bakugou sneers. “Your greedy little pussy’s suckin’ me in- god, gonna fuck your stupid little brains out, want you to remember this.”
You’re fervently chanting his name, pupils blown wide open as he rams into you. His hands are everywhere; kneading at your sensitive breasts, pressing against your stomach, rubbing your clit through your slick. A familiar crescendo is building up in your core again- you’re embarrassed at how little it takes for Bakugou to pull an orgasm out of you. He feels you tightening around him and smirks.
“Gonna cum for me?” he pants, sweat dripping down his face. “Go on, then. Fall apart on my cock, slut.”
And in the next few moments the coil of tension snaps; a strangled whine leaves your lips as you convulse uncontrollably around his length, black spots filling your vision as you crest through your release. The sensation of your walls milking him causes Bakugou to tumble over the edge as well. He hastily pulls out, his hand squelching over his shaft as he furiously pumps toward his release.
“Stick that fuckin’ tongue out for me, princess, lemme make a mess of your face- shit!”
Thick white cum gushes from his dick. You obediently catch his semen all over your mouth, letting it drip from your cheeks down to your neck.
There’s a lazy smile on Bakugou’s face as he stares down at your ravished figure, your features filthy with sticky cum and sweat and tears. He’s intoxicated off the high of seeing you submit to him, the addicting feeling of breaking you down completely.
Gently, Bakugou detangles your legs from around his shoulders. He slumps down next to you, his eyes momentarily fluttering shut.
You were everything he dreamed of and more. Half of him is still in disbelief about what just happened.
Finally.
Bakugou can’t stop at just this.
He turns, hand reaching for you-
But comes up with empty sheets.
“Wha-,” he mumbles, pushing himself off the pillows.
“Thanks for this.” You’re standing by the window, hair unkempt and face still sloppy. Despite your frazzled appearance, though, you’re practically glowing with triumph.
“Wait a minute,” Bakugou growls, peering at the wad of fabric in your hand. “Are those... my boxers?”
You shoot him a wink. “See you around, Kats.”
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theres no part 2 but ya y/n and katsuki totally get together after this LOL
summary: bakugou takes your indifference as a challenge, but when he walks in on you and your boyfriend, he can’t tear himself away.
a/n: U.A. as a college. Healer!reader. mean dom monoma, established relationship, this is the p//rn without plot version of this story, there is also a version with LOTS of plot and some angst and like complex characters. this is just the seggsy no consequences time, degradation, praise, cucking, exhibitionism. choking mention, jealousy.
Kirishima, Denki, Sero and Bakugou are lounging on a picnic blanket in the sun, alternatively napping and studying. Soft laughter echoes through the early summer air, and Denki groans loudly.
“The fuck does she see in him?” Across the U.A. quad you’re sitting on a picnic blanket, your boyfriend leans over and kisses you softly. “I mean, what are the odds, there are four healers studying at U.A., only one of them is hot, and she dates, Monoma?”
“I know she doesn’t have great eyesight.” Kirishima says kindly, and Bakugou looks up from his textbook, just in time to watch a gentle breeze run it’s fingers through your hair.
“She wears contacts.” Bakugou grunts. “She can see him fine.”
“Maybe her Japanese is bad.” Sero says, not even attempting to hide the way he’s staring at you as Monoma digs in the picnic basket he brought and hands you a sandwich.
“Her Japanese is fine.” Bakugou snaps. “I’ve considered all the fucking variables here, and it doesn’t make any sense.” He sits up a little. “She just,” your laughter carries over on the breeze, “Likes him.”
“And he asked her out before any of us got the courage to.” Kirishima says, leaning back on his palms, closing his eyes in the sunlight.
“She said yes though.” Denki says, and then buries his face in his palms. “I wanna touch her boobs so badly I’m gonna die.”
“Fuckin’ annoying.” Bakugou growls.
“S’not like you to get worked up about a girl, Bakugou.” Sero asks and the blonde shrugs.
“She’s hot, and she’s a good healer which means she wouldn’t be dead goddamn weight all the time.” Kirishima grins, reaching over and ruffling his friends hair.
“Aw, you want the sweet little healer to take care of you, Bakugou that’s so wholesome-”
“Listen,” Bakugou snaps, “When I fuck her-”
“When?” Denki’s mouth drops open, “Bro you’re my fucking idol.”
“When I fuck her,” Bakugou grins, spurred on by his friends awe, “I’ll make her forget all about Monoma’s fuckin’ needle dick, I’m gonna make her forget her own goddamn name.” Kirishima shakes his head.
“They seem happy, though.”
“Couldn’t care less.” Bakugou goes back to his textbook. “I’ve made up my mind. I wanna see her choke on it.”
“Bakugou!” Kirishima whirls on his friend but Sero and Denki snicker. “Come on, guys, we shouldn’t-”
“Do you think I can’t do it?” Bakugou looks up again, chin in his palm, sprawled out across the blanket.
“N-no.” Kirishima flashes his palms. “You uh, listen, do what you want. Keep me out of it.”
It’s been a while since I’ve read something gooooodd igshsvd I’m just laying here with my hand covering my mouth bc I wanna scream at how good this is!!!!!! AAAAA
iwaizumi loves the sound of it falling from your lips. it's so sweet and makes his cock throb painfully.
"daddy," you cry and he can't help but moan in response.
"yeah baby, that's me," he hums, burying his face in your neck as he continues rutting his hips against yours, making sure every inch of his cock is buried in your hot little cunt, "tell daddy what you need, baby,"
"wanna cum," you whimper, reaching your hand between your bodies.
but he stops you, shooting you a glare, "you know better than to touch yourself. that's daddy's little clit...let me make you cum like i'm supposed to, yeah? just make sure you make a lot of noise for daddy."
please don’t ever mention to hajime about your small desire to have a baby. especially when it’s 8:58am and he’s barely awake, his dick completely hard now because all you said was “i had a dream we had a baby”. he’s gonna try to put some blame on you for it, especially since he’s got your thighs pushed up against your panting chest and your legs are hopelessly dangled over his shoulders. he’s gonna blame you and your stupid dream for making you into a blubbering mess so early in the morning, for making you cream on his cock too many times to count, for making him grunt and whimper into your ear because somehow he’s filled you up twice now and he’s still painfully hard. he’s gonna blame the way you innocently giggled just moments prior “we can make that happen though right?”, your hands sneakily moving down his body. his cheeks already burning bright because he knows you’re gonna see how your stupid little dream has him. it’s all your fault, he thinks as he watches his cum and your juices drip down your ass and you blissfully smiling.
Includes: Kyotani, Bokuto, Ushijima, Kuroo, Sugawara and Atsumu.
Might delete if it flops
Part 2 here
Kyotani cleans his baby's snot with his bare hands when there's no tissues. Others find it weird or yucky but to him is just natural. How can he be grossed about his baby? And why would he let his baby go around all uncomfortable with dry snots hanging from their noses? Yeah, it is not big deal for him so don't watch it if you don't like it.
Bokuto is huge already, and next to his baby he looks like a giant, which is why he can hold his baby with one arm effortlessly. Supporting their tiny head and neck is no problem for Mr. Huge hands. It's convenient because he can do stuff with his other arm while the other lulls his newborn.
When the time was appropriate, Ushijima started to sleep with the baby on his chest and you on his arm. It's comforting to feel the breathing of his child against him, having you both so close hits him with the sensation of family warmth. And he is so stiff while sleeping, that he doesn't have to worry about hurting the baby.
Kuroo has a thing with biting your child's cheeks. He can't stop doing it by now, they look so soft and chubby, with that cute, little pink blush, they're perfect for a bite, a taste of his little mochi. But he is not some sort of asshole either, he does it with utter care, making sure he doesn't put much pressure with his teeth, and then kiss the attacked cheek.
Iwaizumi, master of changing diapers with an unfazed expression. He thinks is dumb to complain about it; babies are babies, and they can't control stuff like that. Occasionally throws a joke about the smell, but won't really care about the mess. (Also, papa Iwa changing diapers, the flex of his arms and the look on his face and how well he handles his mini clone is something else)
Sugawara is such a dork. He does this thing where he too starts to whine and cry jokingly along with the baby, and it's funny to look at the intrigued expression of your child when he does this. It's genius, they get so distracted with Dad that they even forget they're crying. Suga is a pro at handling crying babies overall, knowing what makes them uncomfortable and how to calm them down.
Atsumu can't help but leave this big, obnoxious noisy smooches all over their little plump face. On their fat cheeks, on their tiny nose, everywhere all over the place on his baby's face. Baby has no break from daddy's kisses. They just look so cute, and remind him so much of you, of how you made that adorable little human together, he really can't help it.
when iwaizumi cries, he’s reluctant to be touched, even by you. he doesn’t want you to see him like this, with tear-streaked cheeks and a running nose, his breathing ragged and uneven. he shies away when you reach out to him uncertainly, crossing this odd stepping stone in your relationship that he hadn’t anticipated to come so soon. but when your fingers finally brush his cheek, when you’re pulling him to you and he’s grasping on to the back of your shirt as he sobs against your neck, he realizes then that this is okay. that it’ll all be okay because pain, no matter how deep of a wound, is only temporary
“¿Que pensaste Sero? ¿Eh? ¿Que te iba a perdonar? otra vez ?” this was the last straw, you loved him but you’re not going to let yourself be walked on, be used. “¿Me ves la cara de pendeja o que?” walking up to him, putting your index finger on his chest. “Escucha me bien, nuca te encontrarás otra como yo, amor~”.
You knew who he was, what he did since the beginning. There’s no denying that the two of you had chemistry. You were always there for him when he was at his lowest and so was he for you. It be a cliche thing to say but it was love at first sight. Something just attracted you to him. He always treated you well, reminding you that he was all yours... only yours.
Up until now, you’re not dumb, you knew the whole show business. You were aware on how “Las esposas” were treated. They were given this luxurious lifestyle, everything they wanted was there in a snap. Though they were “Las Señoras de la casa” their husbands would linger their eyes on other woman once in a while. Sero reassured you from the beginning that he didn’t need someone else. “Tu eres todo lo que yo he querido, mi amor” he would say.
“Todo lo que tú has querido verdad? Es lo que siempre me decías, pero aquí estamos, no?” He just stared at you with a blank expression. He knew what he did, sleeping with those girls. “Te lo perdone una vez, UNA! Pero la segunda? Neta? Que pensastes ‘ ah me la perdono la primera vez, me va a perdonar las siguientes’ mmm?” Taking your ring off, you leaned closer to him, whispering in his ear “La venganza es dulce sabes? Muy dulce.” With that you walked away. Leaving him just standing there, repeating your words “la venganza es dulce”
a/n: yes this is a.. ahem c*rtel leader x reader fic. I wrote this based off my knowledge from it, from stories my mother would tell me and from what I’ve seen. Also a little disclaimer all of my Spanish writing will be what I call “Spanish from Mexico” lol (did that make sense?hope so). Obviously everyone is over the age of 18.
Translation(s):
• “¿Que pensaste Sero? ¿Eh? ¿Que te iba a perdonar? otra vez ?” What did you think Sero? Hmm? That I was going to forgive you? Again?
• “¿Me ves la cara de pendeja o que?” Do I look like an idiot to you or what?
•“Escucha me bien, nuca te encontrarás otra como yo, amor~”. Listen to me closely, you’re never going to find someone else like me, love
• “Tu eres todo lo que yo he querido, mi amor” You’re everything I’ve ever wanted, my love
•“Todo lo que tú has querido verdad? Es lo que siempre me decías, pero aquí estamos, no?” Everything you’ve ever wanted right? Is what you would always tell me, but here we are, aren’t we?
• “Te lo perdone una vez, UNA! Pero la segunda? Neta? Que pensastes ‘ ah me la perdono la primera vez, me va a perdonar las siguientes’ mmm?” I forgave you once, ONCE! But the second? Really? What did you think ‘oh, she forgave me once, she’s going to forgive the following, hmm?
• “La venganza es dulce sabes? Muy dulce.” Vengeance is sweet you know? So sweet.
Before this feature presentation begins, i just have to thank @daisy-bakugo for letting me participate in her event! i truly love this girl and i’m extremely proud of her for hitting 1k! please make sure to read all the amazing work for this event and congratulation to my daisy dukes for hitting 1k! now enjoy my ‘porn’!
WARNING: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT WITH THIS POST OR MY BLOG! IF I DO NOT SEE YOUR AGE ON YOUR BLOG, I WILL BLOCK YOU! this is pure smut and all characters have been aged up to their mid 20s! enjoy the ride, loveiles!
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“NO, NO, NO! Not now!” you cried as your car slowly gave out on you. You were heading out of town to meet some friends for an event and it was just your luck for your car to break down in the middle of nowhere. You were an hour away from your house so you couldn’t drive back there and you refused to sit in this summer heat to wait for help so you went with the second best option; Nearby mechanic shop.
you and bakugou weren’t official yet but there has always seemed to be an issue with it, he wanted to call you his, officially speaking. You wanted nothing more but there’s still scars that need to be healed from your part. Wanting to be devote to the blond but at the moment you just need more time, more time to let yourself love again. It’d be a lie to say he didn’t change that, he’s shown you multiple times that he’s the one, that he’ll always be there for you even in the roughest moments.
Just more time, just....
A sudden knock brought you back to reality, looking at the clock you noticed it was already past 8. A small smile appeared on your face knowing who was at the door already. Getting up, you went to go open the door. “Hey” the blond greeted you with a small smile, opening the door wider giving him access to enter your dorm. “Hi” you greeted back, after making sure you closed the door you turned to face him. By the look on his face you could tell there was something bothering him. “Wanna lay down?” you motioned to the bed to which he simply nodded to. Once you guys found yourself’s comfortable, him laying his head on your chest, arms wrapped around you. You having one of your hands on his hair while the other caressed his arm. You finally asked “everything okay?” you could feel his arms wrap around you slightly tighter “i know I’m always bring this up and it always ends up with us arguing but I do like you, I-...” you knew what his next word were going to be.
You started playing with his hair, feeling his body relax by your action. “Sè delicado y espera, dame tiempo para darte todo lo que tengo” bringing your hand that rested on his arm to his chin, slightly making him look at you “i want you to know that I want nothing more than to be yours, I want to give you all of me, I just need you to give me more time porque no te quiero perder” you said giving him a small smile. He adjusted himself so that he could be at eye level with you, bring his hand to your cheek slowly caressing it. “I understand, I’ll always be here, I’m not going anywhere, I’ll wait for you” he respond back, kissing your forehead.
A small tear leaving your eye, a whispered “te amo” leaving your lips. His thumb wiping the tear away “I know” he said, pulling you into his chest “yo tambien”. You couldn’t help but chuckle a bit at his pronunciation, “shut up” responding at your laugh.
He meant it, he’ll wait until you’re ready.
self indulgent? ehe... it’s 4am, gn
Translation: “Sè delicado y espera, dame tiempo para darte todo lo que tengo” Be delicate and wait, give me time for me to give you everything that I have,,, “porque no te quiero perder” because I don’t want to loose you “te amo” I love you
tw: twitter porn..(the best place to look at porn imo)
a lot of my blurbs are about to be inspired by porn from now on so..
inspo video .
i’m very convinced that this is how bakugo fucks and ima tell yall why.
first off, he’s trained damn near all his life so he’s very strong, making it so he can lift you no matter the situation. he will lift you and fuck you standing up just to listen to you whine about how deep he is.
just imagine you’re riding bakugo as best you can, his cock so big it’s almost hard to keep rhythm with him thrusting up into you so deep. he notices you’re struggling to keep up, the look on your face inflating his ego.
“need help, baby? c’mere.” he chuckles, his hands planting on your ass to lift you. you gasp as he picks you up, his dick sliding out just about halfway until he slams you back down, causing whatever you were saying to him to turn into gibberish. you can hear your cunt squelching and creaming all over his dick, bakugo standing up and continuing his movements; picking you up was literally a piece of cake. with no time to adjust to the new position you cum all over his cock, your slick dripping down his inner thigh as he continued to fuck you. you sounded so filthy, mumbling all kinds of naughty things into the room; bakugo loves when you try to talk to him knowing you’re way too dumb too.
ooh thank you for the tag paw (i hope its cool if i call you that :3)! ive actually been meaning to do something like this for a while, better late than never ig lmao
@sentinelskies @amongtheweepingwillows @sinister-chaos if yall wanna do this have at it ٩( ᐛ )و
Nickname: britty (parents), burrito (myself), britney spears (best friend), litty titty britty (old friend, favorite one by far :P)
Zodiac: gemini sun... too lazy to put all the rest 🥴
Height: ALMOST 5’4 but like a lil under tbh >.>
Hogwarts House: ravenclaw
Last Thing I Googled: starry moon landscape
Song Stuck in My Head: in the party by flo milli
Amount of Sleep: oof yall that shit ranges from 4 hours to upwards of 12 soooo—
Lucky Number: 5, 2, and 25 (cause it has both digits and is also 5^2 ^w^
Dream Job: i dont dream of labor >:P but ig if money werent an issue maybe a pastry chef or high school teacher, or HELL even train hospitality cause i love travel
Wearing: spongebob pretty patties crewneck and navy blue panties (cause a bad bitch dont need pants 👅)
Favorite Song: tie between coffees for closers and disloyal order of water buffaloes by fall out boy
Favorite Instrument: cant play much but i really admire the piano!
Aesthetic: breezy air that cools your face and blows your air, distant sound of people laughing and enjoying themselves, a pink/purple/orange sunset when you can start to see stars, elegant dresses and patterned socks, a good vocabulary, dancing alone and carefree to a good song, smells of citrus and flowers and fresh baked desserts, random facts and knowledge you cant remember where you learned it from, wrapping your arms around someone you care about...
Favorite Author: YIKES unfortunately i dont have the motivation to read and dont have one as of now but as a kid i loved lauren tarshis’ work (wrote the i survived series which i really liked and collected a lil bit)
Random: one of my eyes is nearsighted and the other is farsighted! so technically i can see without glasses i just get a headache quickly ʅ（◞‿◟）ʃ
thanks for the tag britt! ill tag @therealcozyy @simplyyyy and @sailourkitty :))
Nickame: Sin, Sinny (hannah), Baz (friends), Basil (other ppl im out to), *deadname* (family)
Zodiac: Cancer sun, Scorpio moon and Sagittarius rising i think?
Height: i think im 5’2” but im probably 5’0” and my classmates see me as 4’9
Hogwarts House: Hufflepuff!
Last thing i googled: Cosplay on etsy
Song stuck in my head: it was merry go round of life but im listening to the kids dont want to come home rn
Amount of sleep: 6-8 hrs on weekdays and ~10 on weekends
Lucky Number: i dunno ive always been a fan of 13 i think its pretty and 7
Dream Job: A small business selling tshirts & stickers etc. or a graphic design job. NOT AN OFFICE JOB PLSNSJD
Wearing: Black docs, dark blue highwaisted mom jeans with a rip in the right knee, a white tshirt i painted, and a mens large black & red flannel
Favorite Song: Hm that ones hard. Right now i really like british bombs by declan mckenna
Favorite Instrument: Bass guitar is really a vibe
Aesthetic: “what?” “huh”, writing dumb shit in chalk on brick walls, turning up the volume of music to drown out people, seeing a new city from up high for the first time, wearing the same flannel every day, smelling ponderosa pines, nights when the moon is especially bright, wandering and looping around a wide empty suburban street while playing indie music, chipped black nail polish (its basically a part of me now ✋)
Fav author: Idk i dont stick to authors much now. Rick Riordan is always solid.
Random: My waterbottle is covered in frog and studio ghibli stickers
Nickname: Simon!!!!!! I don't have any other nicknames 😒✋
Zodiac: I'm a Leo!!
Height: I like to think I'm 5'3 but after checking last week I'm actually around 5'-5'1 :(
Hogwarts house: Hufflepuff!!!!!
Last thing I googled: Google docs because I was doing homework😼😼😼
Song stuck in my head:. OKAY IMAGINATION AS IN THE FIRST HAIKYUU INTRO dude I cry everytime I hear it so my brain decided that that was going to be the song stuck in my head it has been 4 days and everytime I think about it I freak out HELP
Amount of sleep: either too much or too little skdjjsjd my mom is a firm believer that people under the age of 18 should be getting 12+ hours of sleep so I'm either getting 12 hours or I'll stay up late to be rebellious 😼😼😼 and get like 5😌💅
Lucky number: aldkjfjs idk man like 3??
Dream job: I wanna be a florist and own my own flower store and sell art on the side!!!!!
Wearing: my school uniform BUT I have hello kitty socks on👀👀👀
Favourite song: akjfks idk man all of them are anime intros AHHHHHH here's a list: history maker, howl's moving Castle theme, I also enjoy bubble pop electric, ducktales theme (not anime but still 10/10), I cannot think of any more off the top of my head ajdhja
Favourite instrument: I used to play flute and piano so one of those!!????
Aesthetic: cereal boxes, shopping for anime figures and buying the worst ones you can find, weaving flower crowns, suprise gifts, heartfelt cards, funny drawings of friends, sunshine, brightly coloured paper messily bluetacked to walls, being at the airport at night, vandalising property with stickers we made, colourful socks, collared shirts, skipping instead of walking, keyboard smashes, bucket hats and painted jeans, afternoon jogs, dreaming of the future :)
Favourite author: I have not read a book in years
Random: I HAVE PINK AND PURPLE HAIRCLIPS ON
I'll tag @lishajournals @theprincelevi @froggy-flowers @tearsona @sunnysidekisses @bucciaratix +anyone that wants to have a go!!!!!
Nickname: lil lays, lays, yuri, lily, sunny, mel/mels, melon
Zodiac: capricorn
Height: 5'7
Hogwarts house: Hufflepuff
Last thing i googled: ao3
Song stuck in my head: oops! By yung gravy lmao, its kinda catchy
Amount of sleep: i sleep very, very poorly. I'm lucky to get 3 hours of decent sleep, usually I'll stay in bed for 12 hours "sleeping" but i wake up every 15-20 minutes, so low quality
Lucky number: idk, i really like even numbers so maybe like 10?
Dream job: i want to teach English in japan!!! I'm actually looking at taking a course for it next year or so!! I hope to teach younger children. I might also go teach in south korea
Wearing: my sailor pyjamas lmao
Favorite song: i don't really have one but bluestone alley is a lovely song
Favorite instrument: i play a lot but I'd say either the flute or the kalimba
Aesthetic: changes by the day tbh, reading all the time, ink stained fingers, late nights spent looking at constellations, poetry, hot tea & soft voices, loafers paired with skirts, colorful hair, either soft makeup or dark makeup, switching between extremes, soft with my friends, anxious.
Favorite author: probably sarah j. Maas tbh, i love throne of glass so much
Random: my room has glow in the dark stars on the walls!!
Tags!!! @trashmouthmirio @sunflowers-rae @sangwuoh @sugarbunkatsu @minninugget + anyone who wants to join!!!
Favorite instrument: to listen to is definitely either piano, ocarina, and pan flute!
Aesthetic: a little bit of everything? Like soft bi emo librarian. Longboarding, witchcraft, houseplants, concerts, scary movies, books, high ponytails, chalk/paint covered hands, etc.
Favorite author: Cassandra Clare! Her books are some of my favorites!!!
Random: I’m always moving part of my body. Dancing, tapping, wiggling, something. I have a very hard time sitting still unless I’m trying to make a good impression.
@his-shy-yandere-girl @bakugousbrat @bakugosbratx @gazelle-des-pres @monempathieetmoi @greenchild and anyone else who wants to!
Thanks for the tag, love! I love things like this 💕
Nickname: Britt, B, or Brat
Zodiac: Leo
Height: 5’6
Hogwarts House: I don’t like hogwarts so lol
Last thing I googled: Bakugo’s Mom quotes (for chapter eight of my story)
Song stuck in my head: Drivers License by Olivia Rodrigo
Amount of sleep: 6-7 hours, sometimes 10
Lucky numbers: 12 & 13
Dream job: Doctor in psychology and life coach that helps people in mental hospitals/prisons get the mental help they need so they can 1.) no longer hurt others and 2.) heal
Wearing: a hoodie and leggings
Favorite song: I have so many and it changes lol probably Power by Kevin Gates
Favorite instrument: Guitar
Favorite aesthetic: dark/grunge, minimalist, witch, and soft. Depends on my mood.
Favorite Author: Becca Fitzpatrick
Random: I actually don’t care for the color pink, but due to my black and white aesthetic on my blog, I feel it stood out the most and fit the “brat” theme.
Tags: @awilddreamerwrites @miriobaby @milkthistletea @3kkh0 @weebsegs and anyone else who wants to do it!
thank you guys @bakugosbratx and @weebsegs! now let’s get to know nicole!
nickname: nico or nic
zodiac: leo sun, leo moon and aquarius rising
height: 5’2 1/2
hogwarts house: so i took the test in high school and i got hufflepuff but recently it say that i’m ravenclaw
last think i googled: how to do an annotated bibliography? (which i’m supposed to be doing now)
song stuck in my head: body movin by beastie boys
amount of sleep: 4 to 7 hours max
lucky numbers: anything that has 7 in it.
dream job: y’all gonna judge me but i would love to be a reality tv star. no like the bachelor and shit but like family reality tv. but i also want to be a sport psychologist
wearing: sweatpants and a crop sweater
favorite song: froot by marina
favorite instrument: rhythm guitar or drums
favorite aesthetic: 70s or flowers power.
favorite author: i don’t read like that.
random: in my room, i have a wall filled with pictures of just me. there’s friends here and their but it mainly me :)
last thing i googled: umm mf uhh... I FORGOT HOW TO SPELL GRYFFINDOR...so i searched it up
song stuck in my head: yameii - baby my phone and yessirskii (AAA)
amount of hours of sleep: please i don’t know how to take care of myself, theres a numerous amount of answers 4 this question. When i have class it’s like uh 4 to 5 and on the weekends around 7 or maybe none at all
lucky numbers: no se, sorry
dream job: i just... i just want a job that will pay me good so i can go buy all the crap i want ehe BUT my shy ass wanted to be an actress when i was younger so theres that
favorite song: can i list like 2 or 3 ??? dream of you & rip both by elita (overall fav singer) oh oh oh listen to perverted!!! also by her
favorite instrument: sorry pero no se... the drums? aaa idk
favorite aesthetic: i got a few but ill just say dark academia
favorite author: .....
random: i love my boobs like out of my whole body my boobs are just muah, theyre just (personally) the right size, im laughing while typing this but my god, idkkkk i think its because i wanna give someone a boobjob... erm let me to find tamaki rq
fuck okay so it’s 3am and I’m trying to go to sleep. I tend to watch asmr, I’m scrolling and what the fuckkkk all I see it “falling asleep with kento nanami” I’m WIDE AWAKE NKW pls n-not daddy nanamiiiiii
asians worldwide are being beaten and killed. and it keeps going unnoticed. if you are being silent, fuck you.
the amount of hate crimes against asians have risen 1900%. it’s not our fucking fault we are in this pandemic. asians arent a virus or a disease. leave us the fuck alone.
