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blog fandoms range from the pitt (current hyperfixation = shawn hatosy's pecs, plz send help) to BNHA x reader. spoilers and dark content will be tagged, PLEASE check my rules for more info.
☆ currently writing - "dine and dash" collection, fic 1 (jack abbot/server!reader)
shipping a consensual, safe & sane pairing all the while i'm shaking my head in disapproval so the audience knows i still love wildly toxic abusive fictional dynamics
crackiest hc i have is that in the groupie love verse, deku gets older and still fucks but he gets realllllly lax about the condom thing. because of it he has a million kids all of whom he diligently takes care of. you don't even have to prove it, most times he's just like "yeah, okay, here's my card" and it gets u in contact w his manager who deals specifically with things regarding his growing army of children. he does birthdays, graduations, and intermittently takes trips w them + the mothers/guardians, and will foot the bill on anything bc, well, he's responsible.
and more the 'don't even have to prove it thing'... at some point (when he realized what was happening... and got forced), dude got his shit fixed. it was years ago, but occasionally he is ultimately okay with taking care of the mama and child who get into contact with his manager.
he's older and a little grey and is reaallll sweet to the mama's too. TOO sweet... many of his kids have a big ass gap in ages to their full-blood siblings. the worst to date is 16 years.
+ the thought of his manager holding a baby picture of him next to a kid and being like "yeah, another one" makes me cACKLE
why. why am i picturing izuku becoming a nick canon style meme. because of this.
while i do think izuku cares enough to know the names of all of his children, i do think that he does have like, "rupaul" moments where he will say a different child's name or just blank and EVERYONE shits on him for it as a joke.
also the breeding kink doesn't go away after he gets snipped, i do think that's something groupies would purposefully play into while fucking him after all of the kids are announced. ALSO DEKU MAMA IS SO A REDDIT FLAIR FOR HIS SUB JUST SAYING-
hear me out, big meaty strong kirishima is a really sweetheart & everyone loves him, he radiates positivity and kindness but he’s real nervous about his big cock and always does lots and lots of foreplay so he can get it in, but unfortunately it never fully fits so he never gets those deep strokes that make him crazy, until he meets reader of course who has just the right anatomy to take those deep strokes pls bring this vision to life
✩꒱ too big to handle ft. eijirou kirishima .ᐟ
🏁 ꒰ ✩ smut ⋆ mdni ⋆ pro hero eijirou kirishima & fem!reader. size kink, size queen, big boy eijirou, reader mentioned to be smaller than kirishima, established relationship. -> eijirou’s afraid his size might hurt you but you’re all about proving him wrong.
i dunno abt like right anatomy it defo all sits with the foreplay and build up but !!! eijirou and his size queennnnn !!
eijirou meets you by chance at a bar and knows then, that you’re different. unlike any girl he’s ever met — not afraid of his strength or his size. you’re all over it. you date for a while, months, before he tries anything with you.
he’s scared that you’ll be put off by how well endowed he is, so whenever things between you get intimate and he starts to get hard — he kinda darts off with a flimsy excuse fluttering on his lips or leaves abruptly to go jerk off at home. in the shower :( though the man never leaves you hanging he’ll finger you to oblivion n back to make it up to you but even then… he’s aware of how thick and deft his fingers are. worries about stretching you out on them too.
pretty quickly — you get tired of the red head avoiding going all the way with you though. you’ve seen the outline of that monster cock and you know, with enough determination that you can take it. it’s more about getting eijirou there. so while you’re canoodling one night, his hand down your little pink panties he loves so much just lazily rubbin’ you, biting on your lower lip — you let him make you cum, soak through your clothes before you attack.
pin him to the bed even though he is so massive and he knows he could break free in a heartbeat. then you snap his boxers down n use l a single hand (much smaller than his) to guide his girth towards your sluice and dripping entrance now that you’re straddling him.
“w-wait, slow down —!” he’d gasp, choke on a moan because you’re already to warm and wet against him and he can smell your slick in the air whilst you circle your cunt down on the burningly thick circumference of his tip. “baby — oh god — baby, you might … hurt yourself.”
“don’t care,” you huff and you pout and he swears the world starts spinning because you’re suctioning around him and your walls ripple every time that you thrust down. “need to know what it’s like, havin’ you inside.”
he swallows, throat bobbing, eyes on your face because if he looks between your legs — where your bodies meet and your pussy stretches to make room for him — he really might die.
“fuckfuckfuck… you’re so perfect. so, so perfect.”
your hand glides up his chest, pecs that heave beneath the ghost of your touch, pecs that still once you cup the base of kirishima’s throat. he grasps your wrist — desperately hoping it’ll ground him somehow because your cunt makes his thread of sanity run loose.
he can’t believe his luck, that someone like you has made her way through the stars to be with him. eijirou’s face flushes with the same intense kind of heat you get from being under the sun for too long, he bucks and he flinches — afraid that it’ll hurt when a little more of him slips past your quivering hole and practically kisses your cervix with his leaky tip.
but you don’t cry, you don’t back down. instead — your head tilts as though you’re memorised by the way he looks. ruined and wrecked. your lips spread into smile eijirou is sure only angels are capable of and you thrust your own hips to match is tentative rhythm, swallowing more of him. easily.
“i’ll take all of you, i know i can do it, promise,” you lick your lips as you swear. “and the next time you cum, it won’t be in your hand or the shower or some tissue. it’ll be inside me.”
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LMAOOOO I'M GLAD YOU LIKED IT YOUR TAGS IN THE RB HAVE MY BRAIN RUNNING like ik the reason izuku is perfect is bc the way he would always want to just be cupping your pussy is the same way in which i would always want to just like put a hand on his bulge just because. like "what does a soft dick feel like?" , you can just casually stuff a hand down his boxers and "oh okay, well it's hard now, but i felt it for a second..."
ooh but what if there's like strict omega-handling protocol in rescue hero work because an omega in distress is like primed to instinctively trauma-bond to whoever saves them. so heroes are supposed to like, call it in when they find an omega in like, advanced distress, because if they're an alpha and they go near the omega, they're likely to trigger this mutual, problematic situational bond that can be hard to shake after without destabilizing the omega further
and when bakugo finds an omega like nearly shut down from distress in a disaster scenario he radios it in like he's supposed to - but then his ear comm crackles that it'll be thirty minutes before the recovery team can make it there, and the disaster is still like...very ongoing. he keeps his distance while he can, trying to follow protocol as he calls to you periodically to tell you he's there and help is coming...but when the wind shifts and the environment turns suddenly more dangerous, the choice is made for him. like, what is he going to do, just leave you to die instead of risking some temporary whatever that probably won't even happen since he's got his alpha shit so locked down? nah.
he waits til the last possible minute, truly he does (he's not looking forward to the getting-chewed-out he'll get for breaking protocol like this), but when the structure you're stuck in groans in warning, he snaps into motion without much conscious thought.
and yeah, you're....yeah. you're an omega, sure enough, and panting, wide-eyed, bone-still with instinctive distress. you're stiff like a board when he carefully extracts you from the rubble, your breathing tight and shallow, and shit, maybe he shouldn't have waited so long, he thinks, as he tucks you against his chest and figures how best he'll get you out of here without bringing the building down around him.
he's relieved when he feels you notice him. when he feels you sense his presence, his buried alpha-nature, because your breathing deepens and you soften in his arms. shifting, curling towards him and wrapping yourself around him as best you can. easier to hold as he works the both of you out of this death trap, as you huff softly at his neck and make plaintive whines at his throat.
it'll be fine, he tells himself, as he clutches you tight and just manages to clear the building before it begins to crumble to pieces. he's just making those responding, low chuffs to your soft whines to comfort you, alright? normal hero shit. and yeah his heart is beating oddly hard as he finally gets away enough to pull you back from him to look you over, to see if you're bleeding or if you have anything broken, and when you make a pained sound of protest at being separated, he clutches you back against his chest, his arm wrapped tight around you as he moves as carefully as he can to not jostle you as he moves through the wreckage and barks into his ear comms for a med team.
you're trembling and whimpering against his throat as he finally gets you to the perimeter of the disaster area to where med teams are waiting, and his hands are hard on you as he holds you close to keep you from scrambling up his body to get even closer to him.
the first emt he reaches freezes when he sees bakugo appear with you in his arms, his eyes widening. "oh," the emt says. "she's - she's in distress, you can't be - you shouldn't be - "
and bakugo just snarls, his heart fucking pounding in his chest (why? why is his heart racing so hard?), growling at the emt to fucking help you, obviously it'll be fine, and what did the emt want him to do, leave you so the recovery team could find a corpse instead?
but when the emt reaches for you in his arms, bakugo's entire body stiffens. going rigid, a low, ragged growl rumbling up his throat and through his clenched teeth. and bakugo is still growling, his hackles raised as the emt takes a step back and radios over comms that they need a recovery team at the med tent asap, his eyes wide as he takes a step back from where bakugo is clutching your softly whimpering form to his too-tightly, all but baring his teeth at the emt.
bakugo wakes up in the hospital a few hours later, his neck aching from the tranq they had to stick him with, and when he blinks up at the ceiling and feels a deep, aching flutter in his chest that tells him, as surely as if spoken aloud, that you're in the next room over, and you're still in some amount of distress, he scrubs his palm over his face and mutters, "fuck", before he feels another aching flutter and is on his feet in an instant. unable to stop himself as he goes to you, his alpha pacing and grumbling in a way that he knows won't settle until he has you back in his arms and is soothing you.
Extremely fucking funny to be so into the Hot Pretty Boy Mobile Game with the incest trope and then try to justify your desire to keep playing by being like "Okay so, when he calls you his sister during sex, I believe he means like, sister in arms" like either stop playing the Incest Game or just be like "Okay yes this is not real and I want to fuck the hot pretty boy," it's so funny when people finally find their morals clashing with the part of them that are like "This fictional thing is fun" and rather than try to resolve the contradiction they're like okay here's my convoluted nonsense explanation to settle my cognitive dissonance
I can't find the tweet that said this but there was something I read a bit ago that was like, I forget the exact wording, but like "It's so funny when someone who's generally anti-taboo kink finally stumbles across one they're into and they start bending over backwards trying to explain why their enjoyment is an exception" or whatever
