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[kamislop]

pool party with hanta sero / sfw

hanta has no idea how the others convinced bakugou to let them use his pool to host his surprise birthday party. he wonders if they paid him or something, even though all of their combined bank accounts probably look like mere pennies compared to bakugou’s.

whatever means they used - since he really, really doubts the power of friendship was enough - he can’t complain. at all. and among all of the amazing things he can name about this party, one’s been sticking out the most since he arrived— you.

you, in that bikini that’s been making him lose his mind for the past couple hours. one look at you and he was already dumb— he hadn’t even lit up his first joint, by the way.

he remembers you, a friend of mina’s, who had most likely “warned” you about him. whatever that means. because you clearly weren’t there for him, caught up in a conversation with kyouka for over twenty minutes now - not like he’d been counting - holding a beer that was dangerously close to toppling over and spill all over you every time you threw your head back in a laugh.

now, it’s not like he would’ve minded the sight.

“—hello, hanta!” denki kicks his shin again, rudely interrupting his thoughts. he has to peel his eyes away from you, only to be met with his best friend’s obnoxious face and red-rimmed eyes. “you’re gonna pass that or not? you’re not even smoking! are you out of it already?”

“huh?” he mumbles distractedly, eyeing the burning joint between his fingers. “hm, here,” he takes a quick drag, letting the smoke melt on his tongue as he hands it to denki, who’s currently sprawled out on the lawn chair next to his.

his honeyed eyes dart to where his friend was staring at before, putting the joint to his lips. “man, are you seriously ruining your own birthday party by being hung up on her? go talk to her or somethin’!”

hanta brushes him off with a groan. “mina’s told her stuff,” he shakes his head. “dunno what, though, it’s clear she doesn’t want to talk to me. i mean, she didn’t even say happy birthday when i arrived.”

“yikes,” denki cringes.

“tell me about it.”

as he’s mid-stretching his neck, a head of fiery red intrudes in his field of vision. “yo, birthday boy! are you planning to stay there and sulk all night? we’re gonna play volley in the pool.”

hanta almost rejects eijirou’s offer when he sees you getting in the water with mina.

“you know what? sure, c’mon denks,” he pats his friend’s thigh, who scrambles to put out the joint in the ashtray katsuki gave them - neither of them even dares to think what their punishment would be - and follow suit.

“took you guys long enough,” kyouka rolls her eyes as the three boys approach. “we’ve already formed teams.”

“oh ma, without me? i wanted to be captain!” eijirou pouts. “sorry, bubba, but kats and i beat you to it,” mina chirps, sticking her tongue out with a victorious grin. “you’re in katsuki’s team, denks and hanta are in mine!”

quickly scanning the water, hanta sees you’re in mina’s team. if he plays his cards right, maybe he still has a chance to shoot his shot. is he good at volleyball? no, and he’s definitely at even more of a disadvantage, playing in the water and being high.

he just has to think of a way to impress you that doesn’t involve his skills, or lack thereof.

the opportunity finally came when katsuki, the competitive motherfucker that he is, spiked the ball at full speed towards you. he barely made it, hands wrapping around your middle to whip you around and shield you with his body when the ball hit him square in the face.

everything went black after that.

hanta’s head is throbbing, the kind of headache he’s used to getting the morning after getting wasted for a whole night, the uncomfortable ache that knocks him out for a whole day.

“—hanta? hey, he’s waking up!” an angelic voice breaches through his dazed mind, followed by the feeling of soft fingers patting his cheek. the dream-like vision doesn’t last long, though, a pair of angry crimson eyes boring into his. “oi! better wake the fuck up!”

he’s definitely conscious now.

“jesus, bakugou, get out of my face,” he shoves katsuki away with a groan, blinking hard as he gets used again to the golden light of the setting sun. he’s lying on the stone tiles that line the pool, some of his friends watching him from the water, all with the same relieved look on their faces.

“yeah! our hero is awake!” eijirou cheers, throwing his fist up in the air, only to be elbowed in the ribs by kyouka.

“i guess he really is a hero, huh?” he finally realizes who the angelic voice he heard before belongs to— you. of course, it was you. kneeling on the grass next to him, big eyes looking down at him framing a soft, beautiful smile.

maybe he was dead and this was his heaven?

“whatever, i already apologized,” katsuki is sulking, sitting on the edge of the pool with his legs in the water. mina comes up from behind him, smacking the back of his head. “you apologized to her, but not to hanta!” she scolds the blond, who growls in protest but eventually relents.

“sorry.”

everyone goes back to other stuff after making sure that hanta was okay. he was in good hands, after all.

you hadn't left his side yet, only to give katsuki the ice pack he had brought out, then immediately coming back to him. he’s sitting up now, hands behind his back to hold himself up.

he’s really trying not to stare at you, at the way your bikini is hugging your body, so close to him. hanta hopes his soaked swimming trunks aren’t going to betray him, at least not until you’re gone.

“y’know, you didn’t have to be such a show off on your birthday. it’s already a special day,” you tease, lightly bumping your shoulder against his.

he should come up with some smooth reply, he thinks, something that makes him look nonchalant and cool, but all his brain can conjure at the moment is a dumb ”buh”. and, well, he can’t have that.

“not special enough to earn a birthday wish from you, though. had to take it up a notch to show i’m worthy, or somethin’.”

your eyes widen, and hanta dies inside. he said it without thinking, and now he definitely looks like a huge, pretentious piece of shit.

“i didn’t? oh my god i’m so sorry!” your hand comes to rest on top of his over the damp grass, and now you’re even closer than before, your chest almost squished against his bicep. “you were busy talking to your friends, and then i got pulled away…and i was too embarrassed to just come up to you out of nowhere.”

your voice is small, and he realizes you genuinely do feel bad for it. “hey,” he almost purrs. “you’re fine, i mean it. your gift will make up for it,” he teases, flashing you a grin.

you giggle, shoulders relaxing in relief. your fingers interlock with his between the blades of grass, leaning over to whisper something in his ear. “i’ve got two, actually. but i guess this also counts as thanks for saving me, earlier.”

hanta opens his mouth to speak but you don’t let him, closing the distance between your lips. it’s more of a peck than an actual kiss, with you immediately pulling back, eyes scanning his for a reaction. he doesn’t speak, his other hand finding your hip to haul you over his lap to kiss you again.

you both fall back into the grass, limbs tangling and lips smacking like some teenagers with no self control. you almost miss katsuki’s barked scolding, sliding window open to yell at you to “not fuck on his yard, or anywhere in or near his house”.

when you finally break away, your lips are puffy and kiss-bitten, looking like an absolute dream.

“y’know,” you whisper, still not quite peeling yourself off of him just yet. “we could make it three gifts if you take me back to your place tonight.”

man, this might be hanta’s best birthday yet.

┊┊a/n. happy birthday hanta they should've put you in the new season of my hero ultra rumble you would be my main :(

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[kamislop]

gris drilling you into the mattress as a reward while making enjin being a cuck in the bedroom’s corner 😼

mdni.

you laughed when enjin spewed that absurd question earlier that night, brushing it off as delirious words coming from a drunken man with too much confidence (overflowing, considering his sober, and equally as frustrating, state).

you stopped laughing when gris actually agreed.

“she’s hot, i’d been telling ya since the first day we saw her,” enjin had been rambling. “and i get it, the girl’s off limits! but, y’know, i wouldn’t mind watching. bet she looks pretty as fuck.”

“she does,” your boyfriend had hummed, his own altered state bringing a cocky grin to his lips. “but if you wanna see for yourself, you’re welcome to join.”

what. the. fuck.

and that’s how you found yourself in this predicament. to be honest, you’re also drunk, and even if you weren’t, the mind-numbing pace at which gris is pounding your poor hole would turn you just as dumb.

“oh, oh fuck!” you keen, hands gripping the headboard like a lifeline, thighs burning as gris keeps them wrenched apart, using his incredible strength to fuck up into you from below.

his fingers dig into the plush of your hips, pretty face contorted in a familiar expression of pleasure, soft blue eyes barely open to gaze up at you through the damp strands of wheat blonde that are falling over his forehead.

“heh…oh man, she really is cute.”

right, you’d almost forgot.

enjin, like the creep that he is, is literally sitting on a chair in the corner of gris’ room. from the brief glance you shoot him over your shoulder, you can see it— the way his hand is palming his - quite hefty - erection through the fabric of his sweats, the other dancing over his stomach under his oversized shirt.

he flashes you a grin, and you immediately turn back. you wish you could have some snarky remark, but you can barely form a proper thought right now, throwing your head back with a sharp cry when the fat tip of gris’ cock hits your sweet spot.

“you’re doing so well f’me, so well,” he praises you, gentle voice coming out husky and ragged. he lifts a hand to cup your cheek, and you immediately nuzzle into it. “i can feel you’re close, baby, are you?”

you can only answer with a whine, leaving the headboard in favor of his chest, needy hips trying to fuck back into him at a choppy cadence. he understands immediately - after all, he knows his sweet girl so well - thumb finding your clit with ease, rubbing lazy circles that have you bucking and whining, until he drives you over the edge.

and enjin is sure he’s never seen anything prettier than this. he doesn’t have the best view, not sitting directly behind your back but not even to the side. a weird ¾ angle that offers the most teasing sight ever. your back bows, tits jiggling as gris keeps fucking you through your orgasm, maw unhinged to let out moans that shoot straight to his dick.

when you finally collapse, he sees gris whispering something in your ear that he can’t quite make out. you pull back, brows knitting together before your eyes flit to enjin for a split second, working your bottom lip between your teeth before you sigh.

“i hope you guys don’t want me to leave?” enjin chirps, shifting in his seat. “on the contrary,” gris reassures him, pushing himself up on one elbow as you climb off his lap. “you came here to watch, didn’t you? gotta give our guest a good show.”

you move awkwardly, throwing your leg over gris once more— this time, though, you’re facing enjin. the grin on his face widens, wicked and filthy. “you’re doing my paperwork for two months, i’m gonna hold you to it,” you remind him sternly.

he lifts his hands up. “of course, sugar, don’t worry your pretty little head about it right now. give a poor man a lil’ show, hm?”

your face is still tense as you look at him, but you soften the moment gris caressed your hip with a soothing hand, guiding you back as he lazily strokes his - still rock-hard - cock to align it with your entrance. having cum not long ago, you pussy is basically drooling all over his flushed tip, puffy lips engulfing him oh so deliciously.

every though about the aggravating man sitting across the room vanish the moment your snug walls are filled with your boyfriend’s cock, head lolling forward as his large hands find your breasts. the way he tweaks your nipples sends sparks straight to your core, hips bucking instinctively as you start riding him.

it starts slow, a sensual rocking to and fro to build up the feeling. gris paws at every inch of your body, whispering sweet praises that make your skin heat up.

enjin can only marvel at the sight. he doesn’t even remember when he shamelessly freed his cock from his boxers - stained with a rather embarrassing splotch of precum - and began stroking himself following your pace. yet there he is, thumbing at his slit ever time his hand goes over the tip, squeezing his shaft in his palm to pathetically mimic what the squeeze of your cunt would feel like.

and it’s not like he’s thinking about being in gris’ place, it would be, like, so not cool to think that about your friend’s girlfriend, right? but you look hot, so fucking hot, and he was allowed to watch, so he might as well get the most out of the opportunity he was given.

you’ve picked up your speed now, hands planted on the mattress between gris’ spread legs, back arched as your ass goes up and down, up and down, up and down, taking all of his cock every time. enjin can tell he’s close by the way he’s bucking up into you, sweat-slick chest heaving, balls tightening.

okay, maybe he shouldn’t be looking at his friend’s balls— but they’re right there! your puffy clit brushing against then ever time you plap! down onto his lap.

“baby - hah - are you close? don’t wanna cum before you.”

you nod, hands leaving the bed to straighten your back. “mhm, m’ close,” you breathe. “touch me, p-please!”

he heeds at your command, big arm snaking around your waist before his middle and ring finger find your clit, cunt drooling so much slick he doesn’t even have to use his spit.

this orgasm is much different than the first, enjin notices.

your body seems possessed, riding gris silly as you desperately chase your release, playing with your tits to heighten the pleasure. and then, three sets of moans fill the room.

enjin spills all over his fist as you writhe in pleasure, legs shaking as gris fills you up with his thick load.

after what seems like an eternity, your gaze meet’s enjin, which you immediately regret when that sleazy smirk seems to still be plastered to his - you hate to admit, handsome - face.

“got what you wanted?” you ask, climbing off of gris’ lap, who’s currently too busy staring up at the ceiling, trying to come back down to planet earth.

“yup,” he replies, looking genuinely satisfied. he pockets a couple of sticky tissues before he’s tucking himself back into his sweats and getting up from the chair. you open your mouth again, but he’s faster. “—and your paperwork, i know.”

your lips zip shut.

“it was fun,” he waves a lazy hand, heading for the door. “until next time?”

“in your dreams,” you shoot back. but he says nothing, simply chuckling before closing the door behind him.

what a weirdo.

/ this was supposed to be a 500 word short thing how did we get over 1k- also i don't know how to tag this where do i put this in my masterlist :/ i'll just put it under both whatever

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[kamislop]

sorry just thinking about toji with a huge dick. that’s all

mdni.

“poor thing…had she forgotten me already?” toji’s fingers sink into the plush of your thighs, wrenching them even further apart as he lets his tongue roll out, a fat wad of spit splashing! against your puffy cunt.

you whine loudly, big eyes glancing down to where your bodies connect, or rather, attempting to, toji’s fat tip has barely made it past your impossibly tight first ring of muscle. it happens every time he leaves on a mission for too long— without his dick stretching your pretty hole daily, making it fit after a while is always a hardship.

“tojiiii—” your lips curl into the cutest pout, before they part again in a moan when he rolls his hips, a couple more inches managing to get swallowed by your pretty cunt. “thaaaat’s it,” he hums gruffly. “nice and slow, eh? aren’t you glad i’m going easy on you?”

you nod, fingers finding toji’s face, sliding up his cheek before getting tangled in his raven locks. he doesn’t even need you to tell him, folding over and effectively dwarfing you underneath him, lips finding yours in a filthy kiss. he uses the distraction to his advantage to thrust in further, greedily swallowing your cry as he licks inside your mouth.

you’re so wet there’s barely any friction against your walls, but his girth is so impressive you need a while to adjust. “please tell me you’re all the way in,” you gasp, open mouth moving against his. toji laughs, laughs at your wishful thinking.

“all the way in? ‘m barely over halfway in, gotta be a big, brave girl for me and take it all, hm? gonna do that for me?”

your other hand finds his shoulder, nails digging into the bloated muscle to leave red crescents. “j-just be quick, i want you to fuck me.”

his lips twist in a dangerous grin. “that, i can do.”

because when he finally does manage to bottom out, his merciful facade flies right out of the window. the moment his heavy balls meet the fat of your ass, he’s manhandling your legs up, up, up until your knees are brushing the sides of your face.

“toji, oh god— ah!” your head falls back against the pillows, neck forced at an awkward angle as he positively rearranges your guts. the sounds he coaxes out of your squelching pussy are sinful, sprays of slick coating his pelvis more with every angry thrust.

“theeeere she is,” he groans, full mouth of pearly whites on show as he grins, a crazed glint in his emerald eyes as he watches his cock disappearing and getting hugged by your snug walls over and over again. “see? just needed her toji to be gentle to take me like the naughty little thing she is.”

and it doesn’t take long for you to not be able to form an articulate sentence, let alone a thought, slurring and babbling toji’s name over and over in-between your screams of pleasure. his fat thumb draws tight, mean circles over your swollen clit, pad sliding smoothly after being stuffed in your mouth to get it all nice and wet.

“—mmh cum, m’ gonna cum!” you choke out right before your orgasm overtakes you, crashing into you so violently. you squeeze him so hard toji worries for a split second you might actually cut his dick off, but the thought is soon washed away by his own release, balls and abs tightening as he spills inside you.

he stays still for a few minutes after, hovering over you and panting until his arms feel too heavy, but he still makes sure to gently lower your legs before collapsing on the mattress next to you. you immediately curl into his side, a satisfied sigh leaving your lips as you feel his cum oozing out of your spent hole.

“y’know,” toji speaks up after a while, folding an arm under his head. “i feel like she needs a bit more stretching, i was away for a long time, wasn’t i? gotta get her back in shape.”

with that, you realized your night was far from done.

/ big dick toji we love you also two posts in a day? never happening again

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[kamislop]

Imagine playing 7 minutes in heaven👀 with denki and your giving him head but he's all whiny so you have to stuff his mouth to keep him quiet 👀

mdni.

“for fuck’s sake, kaminari, you’re so loud!” you glare up at the blond, stripes of light filtering through the closet doors illuminating his - positively wrecked - face.

you knew you shouldn’t have partaken in the game, at least not with him playing the same round, because it would’ve exactly led to this— you, on your knees, face stuffed full of his cock while he sits with his back against the wall, legs squirming like a distressed eel.

and you couldn’t, and i stress again, couldn’t let anyone outside know what was happening in here.

because girls like you don’t give guys like denki kaminari their time of day. the sleazes who stumble over their words when they dare talking to you, with big puppy eyes and pouty lips, long fingers that feel so good when they’re deep inside your—

“i-i’m sorry, i’m sorry!” he mirrors your tone, a whisper-shout that comes out shaky and pathetic, with the ever-present whine that his talk carries. his dick twitches, the head flushed and gleaming in the dim lighting, another bead of pre already blooming at his slit.

denki’s pupils are blown wide, chest heaving at the sight before him— your swollen, spit-slick lips, manicured nails wrapped around the base of his shaft, which gives another weak, impatient throb.

you roll your eyes, moving a stray strand of hair behind your ear as you lower your head again. your mouth barely wraps around his cockhead before he’s making another sound. you let go of him completely, and denki’s already scrambling to beg when you hold your hand up. “shut the fuck up and sit back down.”

“yes, ma’am,” he obeys immediately.

he watches your hands reach under your mini skirt, thumbs hooking around your g-string to take it off, awkwardly sliding it down one leg at a time. once it’s balled up in your hand, you merely give him a nod of your head. “open up.”

denki’s jaw unhinges on command, and you’re pretty sure that behind his closed lids, his eyes have shot up behind his skull as the taste of fabric covered in your slick floods his mouth. “now you better be done quick, we don’t have much time since you wanted to be so fucking difficult,” you snarl.

he’s not given a chance to answer because you’re already swallowing down his cock, cheeks hollowing to fit his whole, nose hitting the neatly trimmed blonde tufts at his base. he could’ve cum from that alone, length hugged by the velvety walls of your throat.

you work him with your hand as your tongue focuses on his tip, rolling around and suckling on the sensitive underside. he’s coated with a mix of your spit and his own pre, the friction with your palm making a shlick-shlick-shlick! noise you pray can’t be heard outside of the stuffy closet.

lost in your worries about your own reputation, you barely registered the muffled huff coming from denki, which you realize a moment later he was trying to warn you that he was about to cum when thick, warm ropes fill your mouth, catching you off guard.

you suffocate a cough, managing to milk out every last drop.

there’s no time to talk, denki knows that, as he shuffles his boxers and pants back up as you fish out your phone to check if your face looks okay. the panties you used as a makeshift gag lay in his fist, and he’s about to ask what you want him to do with them when the closet door opens suddenly, and he has to pocket them in a hurry.

you’re sat far from him enough for people to not suspect everything, the light perspiration on your annoyed face easily excused with being stuck in stale closet with an overheating idiot. from his spot on the carpeted floor though, denki can catch but a single peak under your skirt, light catching on the sheen of your slick stuck to your inner thighs. from his perspective, it’s enough of a victory.

/ FINALLY GOT TO THIS ONE I WAS SO EXCITED TO WRITE IT LOSER BOY DENKI x MEAN GIRL MY BELOVED

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ദ്ദി◝ ⩊ ◜.ᐟ EEFADENKI

Whoa, amber is the colour of your energy Whoa, shades of gold display naturally - Amber, 311

[kamislop]

vacation shenanigans with bf!katsuki bakugou / sfw

the newfound peace came with a many benefits, for both the community and the heroes— mainly, more free time. of course, the job of a pro hero still came with a tight schedule - patrols, events, paperwork - but at least you could count on a couple weeks out of the year where katsuki could shed the name dynamight and be only yours.

to properly escape anything that could tie him to work, you always decide to escape to some place far, hiding away from your responsibilities and pretend to blend with the common people in another country. this way, you could feel normal. perhaps it was selfish, even mean, but could you really be blamed?

this was also the only times where katsuki was truly relaxed. sure, the edge of hyper-vigilance lingered in the man 24/7, but at least his nerves weren’t as tense and tight as the strings of a violin.

one would think katsuki bakugou is a nightmare to travel with, and they’re right, to some extent, but you’re all good if you can stick to his schedule, which he keeps not-so-strict to meet your needs as well. he learned to do so after your first vacation together, where he woke you up at the ass-crack of dawn to go on a hike and you kicked him in the groin so hard he fully believed the bakugou lineage would’ve ended with him.

the thing you loved the most about leaving the planning to him, though, was that he was going to positively spoil you rotten— top quality hotels or all-inclusive resorts, high-end restaurants and shopping trips where you could almost max out his card. you always failed at the last one, though.

so now you’re strolling through the streets of a small town in italy, hand in hand, as your heels click against the cobbled path. you’re up in the northern region, so even if it’s summer, the pleasant evening breeze called for a shawl to cover your bare shoulders in the pretty dress you chose to wear for dinner.

“are we there yet?” you ask, glancing up at katsuki, whose eyes are trained on the maps app on his phone. “mhm, almost,” he hums. “but this fucking place is a maze, i can barely tell which tiny ass road is the one we actually have to turn in.”

you giggle, squeezing his hand as a subconscious reflex. “you know, if you only told me where we’re going i could help you look at the map?”

“no,” he shakes his head stubbornly. you sigh, but the smile on your lips stays.

eventually, you make it to the destination right on time for your destination— had it been even a minute later, and katsuki surely would’ve been grumpy about it the whole night. the place is gorgeous, a historical building turned restaurant with tables placed outside at the front, under a beautiful pattern of ivy snaking around a wooden grid. the sun hasn’t set yet but there’s lit candles on every table already, a faint smell of wax mixing with conversation that gets carried in the air.

katsuki puts his english skills to use to get you seated, a vein in his temple bloating when the poor waiter’s language knowledge is rather disappointing. as you’re shown to your table and your boyfriend holds the chair out for you to sit down, it’s not without a snarky comment. “half the people here are foreigners, and they can’t even bother to hire people who can communicate with costumers properly?”

“honey, the guy could’ve been a native speaker and he still would’ve stammered with you burning holes in his face like that.”

when he finally settles down as well, his lips curve in a small pout. “i wasn’t looking at him weird.”

“it’s your rbf— resting bakugou face.”

he snorts at that.

the night proceeds smoothly. you order a bottle of red wine - katsuki doesn’t let you look at the price of the menu - and fill the wait for the food by dipping bread in a small bowl filled with delicious olive oil. between bits of conversation with your boyfriend, your eyes can’t help but naturally gravitate toward the couple sat at the table next to yours.

you can’t make out what they’re saying, but it’s clear by their body language that she is pissed, and he’s stumbling over his every other word of what seems like an apology.

“oi,” katsuki snaps you out of your thoughts with a light tap of his shoe against your ankle. “you with me?”

“they’re arguing,” you nod to the side in the subtlest way you can manage. “but i can’t understand what they’re saying.”

ruby eyes flit to the couple for a split second before settling on your face again. “you want me to ask them to please start arguing in japanese so you can understand them?” he cocks up an unimpressed brow. you groan. “ugh, no! just let me be nosy, jeez. also you’re one to talk!”

“what about me?” he asks, confused. “oh, c’mon, every time we have the chance to have lunch together you’re dying to tell me all about your drama at the agency! sure, your delivery is 99% complaining, but you’re not that slick, baby.”

he hides the flush faintly blooming over the apples of his cheeks with a sip of wine, averting his gaze. “because everyone at the agency is an idiot, and they do idiot things.”

“sure they do,” you tease, lips tugging upwards in a grin, but you don’t press any further. he’s so cute when he gets flustered, like a twenty-five year old, six foot-tall baby who was caught stealing candy.

in the midst of conversation, you almost don’t notice katsuki fiddling with his phone for a little bit, gesture you brush off as him checking for something he’s planning to do after dinner. the couple beside you is still arguing, but you’ve lost interest in that as well since you can’t understand them. they sounded german? and neither of you knew german.

eventually that also becomes but a memory when the food is served, mind overwhelmed by the metaphorical dance between your tastebuds and the delectable flavors melting on your tongue.

after dinner, katsuki takes you to get ice cream, then you stop at another wine shop for a couple more drinks until he has to carry you all the way back to the hotel, your heels dangling from the hand that’s holding up your legs. he tries his best to keep his “rbf”, but it’s quite hard when you’re a drunk, giggling mess, slurring whispers in his ear and littering kisses all over his jaw and neck.

when you make it to your room, you give katsuki a run for his money. you try to pounce him at least a dozen times while he peels your clothes off so you can take a bath, letting out a sigh of relief when he finally hauls you into the bathtub and you doze off, and he’s left with a soggy dress shirt and lipstick stains all over his face.

he’s exhausted by the time you settle in bed, lids and limbs heavy as he curls under the bedsheets with you. you’re already halfway there into sleep’s embrace, and katsuki is mid-yawn when he finally remembers he had to show you something.

“hey,” he lazily pokes your forehead with his cheek to call you, getting a weak “mhh?” from you. “gotta show you somethin’,” he slurs, yawning again as he reaches for his phone on his nightstand, momentarily taking the charging cable off.

“can’t it wait tomorrow?” you whine, scrunching your nose as you rub your face into his side. “nope,” he lets the p pop! “you wanted it so bad earlier at dinner, so now you’re gonna come here and read this.”

with a half-frustrated, half-lamenting noise you force yourself up on an elbow, half-lidded eyes squinting at the harsh light of his phone screen. it’s a note, rather long by the looks of it, and you’re so tired the letters get jumbled in your vision.

“kats…what am i looking at?”

“what that couple was saying at the restaurant,” he replies casually. “used the translation feature or whatever, dunno how accurate it is, though.”

that gets your attention. suddenly your eyes widen, and you grab his phone with both hands, almost pressing it to your nose to read it. “oh my god, you did it for me?” you look down at katsuki, who offers a slow nod, a barely-there smile dancing on his lips at your excitement.

so that’s how you fall asleep, reading and commenting the transcript of the restaurant argument, and no matter how much katsuki tries to hide it, he eventually gets wired into the gossip as well, until your mouths feel too heavy to utter a sentence.

he will wake up with his phone’s battery dead in the morning, but it was definitely worth it.

┊┊a/n. based on an actual german couple i saw arguing at the restaurant while on my trip and wished i had a bkg who would translate it for me because i'm nosy asf as fuck :(( uhh not proofread we die like gojo

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彡 REIKAMI

we can do it, baby, simple and plain, 'cause this love is a sure thing miguel - sure thing

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彡 HANTAKAMI

took 45 minutes to get all dressed up and we ain't even gonna make it to this club beyoncé - partition

[jeanmarcosno1]

Meeting Firefighter!Katsuki Bakugo at Neighbour!Ochaco's firehouse cookout.

Having Ochaco Uraraka as a neighbour meant every time she hosted the firehouse cookout you were invited. The place was swarming with beefed up men and women, a drool-fest for anyone with eyes. And Jesus Christ, were you drooling. 

You’d settled in pretty fast– Ochaco introduced you to some of her co-workers, who greeted you with a big grin and kind words. It was nice; good food, flowing drinks. 

You mainly hung around the barbecue, talking with a green haired EMT. He was sweet, filling your plate with food whenever it looked remotely empty. He’d introduced himself as Izuku at the beginning of the evening, but you'd quickly caught onto his nickname, Deku, as a result of everyone greeting him as such. 

“– But yeah, that’s basically how I got into firefighting. I actually joined alongside one of my friends but uh, I’m not sure if he’ll show face tonight or not. He can be slightly…what’s the word… anti-social?” Izuku laughed to himself, flipping sausages over the flame. 

You nodded, letting out a small giggle of your own. “I get it, I have a few friends like that. It’s okay though, socialising is not for everyone.” You paused for a moment, Izuku met your eyes briefly. “You don’t seem to have an issue with that, though.” You grinned. 

“Pfft..” The freckled man let air escape his lips “You’d be surprised. I was a quiet teenager.” He replied. 

“I find that hard to believe.” You snorted, taking a swig of your beer. 

Izuku opened his mouth again before a loud chorus of cheers came from behind you. Izuku closed the lid of the BBQ, turning his head to look around. “Speak of the devil.” He chuckled, pointing to guide your eyes toward a blonde, spiky haired man slung over Ochaco’s shoulder. He had a look of pure dismay on his face, shouting something barely audible over the yells of the firehouse’s inhabitants. 

“Is he okay?” You questioned, glancing between Izuku and the blonde man who had been placed back down on his feet by Ochaco. The crowd had now dispersed, making the view of the two a little clearer. 

Next to you, Izuku just nodded. “Yeah he’s fine.” 

You swore you looked away for ten seconds, looking back to see this absolute beast of a man stalking toward you. “Oh my God I’m gonna die.” You murmured, closing your eyes and accepting your apparent fate. You just heard the boy beside you laugh.

“Kacchan!” He greeted. You peeked one eye open, looking cautiously at the blonde.

“Who the hell is this extra?” He grunted, waving Izuku out the way to look at the food. 

Izuku just chuckled, gesturing to you as he lifted the lid of the barbecue. “This is Ochaco’s neighbour.” You looked at the man next to you as he offered out his hand. 

“Katsuki Bakugou.” He deadpanned, ruby red eyes piercing into your own. You introduced yourself with a squeak, shaking his hand carefully. “I don’t bite.” He added, looking back at the barbecue when he let go of your hand. 

Izuku squinted at him, "you definitely do.” He muttered, shaking his head and handing a plate to Bakugou. 

“Nice to meet you, anyway.” You spoke finally, stepping away from the barbecue so it wasn’t so crowded. “You also work at the firehouse?” 

Bakugou let out a loud laugh. “Work there? I’m the fire chief.” he scoffed. “So you’re Ochaco’s neighbour?” he asked, closing the metal lid and holding the plate under his chin, taking a massive bite from his burger. 

Your eyes widened. “Oh, shit I’m sorry I didn’t know.” You responded, waving your hands in front of you in apology. “And yeah, uh, Ochaco and I have lived next door to each other for a few years now. I look after her and Himiko’s cat when they’re both away.” Your eyes raked over him for a moment.

Izuku giggled, scuttling off with a cheery “I’ll give you guys some time to get to know each other!” 

Bakugou was dressed in a pair of bootcut jeans and a tight black shirt, sticking across his biceps and chest in a way that had you gulping down your beer. He met eyes with you as you finally pulled your gaze away from his pecs. “Eyes up here.” He snorted, licking the sauce off his fingers. “You wouldn’t like it if I was staring at you like that.” he remarked flirtily.

Huh? You stared at him as he ate nonchalantly. Blinking out of your daze with a smirk. “I dunno about that, something is telling me I really wouldn’t mind that much, Bakugou.”

“Katsuki, call me Katsuki.” He paused for a moment. “You always this bold with people you’ve just met?” He questioned, finishing off his burger with a final large bite. You shrugged innocently.

“Only to handsome strangers.” You winked. 

“Bold.” He smirked, placing his plate down on the table next to you. “Do you need another drink?” He asked. You nodded. “Come. I’ll get you a beer.” Katsuki’s head jerked to the side, gesturing to the house. You followed him in through the patio door, b-lining for the fridge. 

He pulled it open with a tug, bending two ice-cold beers, giving you a slight flash of the waistband of white boxers. He held it up for you to inspect. “That’s fine.” You nodded. Katsuki placed one down on the counter, using a penis-shaped bottle opener from his keychain. You snorted and he glared at you from the corner of his eye.

“It was a gag gift. I have a collection of stupid friends.” He grumbled, shaking his head. 

“Must be nice, though I didn't say anything.” You giggled, smiling cheekily. “So, what other “gag gifts” do you have?” You asked, leaning against the kitchen counter, taking your beer from him and clinking the neck against his. 

“Those cartoon white with red-heart boxers.” he deadpanned. You stared at him, eyes travelling south for a moment. 

“You’re serious? You have them on?” You asked, gaze flicking back up to his face. 

Katsuki raised an eyebrow. “Why, you wanna see?” He guffawed at the red hot blush blooming over your cheeks. You slapped your hand against his arm.

“You’re so bad.” You muttered. Katsuki cracked a smile. And that’s when you became aware you appeared to have a small crowd watching you. You looked over your shoulder to see Ochaco with her hands over her heart, cooing through the class door. “What the hell?”

Katsuki sighed, straightening out and walking over to the glass, he yanked it open, muttering some cold words to Izuku, Ochacco and a red haired man you’d met as Kirishima. Each backed away from the house, cowering together in a huddle. 

The blonde slammed the door again, turning to look at you. “How about I get your number? Maybe we could meet again without an audience.” 

You nodded, glancing past him at the trio who all had their backs to you, each doing the self-hug-makeout trick. You restrained a laugh, letting a soft giggle escape your lips instead. “Sure, why the hell not.”

So much for being anti-social.

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club night with fwb!enjin /heavily suggestive!!

normal people usually do something relaxing when they want to take a break from a grueling week of work. well, you and enjin are far from being normal people, because this is your scene— a shady-looking club in the shadiest part of town, a rundown warehouse that could only be classified as a huge, barely-standing safety hazard.

if the beat of the music hit a wall the wrong way, the whole thing would certainly tumble down like a jenga tower, but there’s not a single person in there who’s aware of their surroundings, mind heavily dazed by one party favor or the other.

the bouncer let you in almost instantly, the line of people waiting by entrance throwing a fit as you flashed the guy a smile (an enjin slid a twenty in his hand).

there’s many other people you could ask to come to the club with you, but none of them bring the vibe you need quite like enjin— he knows what you like, is what you tell yourself.

as soon as you step in, you both make a beeline for the bar for the mandatory couple of shots you need to get the night started. you cringe at the sight of other patrons idling by the counter with their forearms resting atop the wooden surface. the rash you got that one time from the sticky mixture of substances was a very important lesson for you.

with two shots down and a comforting warmth left in your throat, you try to find a spot in the crowded dance floor that you can claim. “see anything?” you nudge enjin’s side with your elbow, growing somewhat impatient since you know the dj’s going to start playing good music soon.

“girl, it’s packed,” enjin quips, patting his ribs just to be dramatic. “girl, you’re six feet stupid, make yourself useful,” you volley right back. he rolls his eyes, then turns his head to survey the area once more. you zone out for a second, and the next you’re being dragged through the crowd.

enjin’s shoulders are wide enough to pave the way for you, though you still bump into some bodies, too lost in the tunes - and definitely something else - to even have any semblance of spatial awareness in them. his big hand is laced with yours, and you try so hard to not let your slightly altered brain stray to any improper thoughts.

not yet.

“does your majesty like it over here?” enjin asks, loud enough for you to hear him over the loud music. he managed to flesh out a spot near one of the booths, the floor slightly elevated, a makeshift railing separating the area from the main one.

“awww, jin! see, i know you could get the job done!” you pat his cheek twice, grinning wide. you see the bulge of his tongue rolling over the inside of his cheek, before his head jerks to the side, trying to bite your hand. you screech, withdrawing just in time, and debate if you should punch him square in the stomach when he barks out a laugh.

“you’re the worst!” you glare up at him, only to be met by half lidded, golden eyes peering down at you, the sarcastic “uh-huh” on his lips ringing so loud in your head even if it’s completely muted by the loud beat. you’re still deciding whether you want to continue this petty back and forth when the dj makes the decision for you, blasting one of your favorite songs.

and enjin watches it happen right before his eyes, your face changing from a grumpy glare to a radiant smile, eyes growing big and sparkly as you spin on your heels to start hooting along with the crowd. now it’s his turn to do what he does best— match your energy.

that’s how the two of you spend the first hour, singing at the top of your lungs, the usual playlist that blasts through the speakers one that you’ve memorized by now. he keeps you close when your small spot begins to get more crowded, but he takes the responsibility to watch out upon himself, making sure you can enjoy your night without worrying about one single thing.

though it’s hard to keep it together when you rub all up on him like a cat in heat, back flush against his front, gyrating to the beat. you use the railing as leverage, ass moving in rhythmic circles that get him hypnotized.

his hand finds your waist almost instinctively, inked finger hooked around one of your belt loops, his only semblance of stability in case he passes out. enjin still tries his damn best to catch everything you throw his way, hips rolling in sync with yours, bucking upwards every time your ass came down.

it doesn’t take long for the silly dancing around to get heated. when the tune shifts to something slower and intimate, enjin gets bolder. he uses your belt hoop to haul you closer, free hand snaking around your side, large palm splayed along your ribs with his thumb stopping only shy of the underside of your breast.

he doesn’t hear your gasp but he feels it, the way your breath hiccups, a slight tremble in your shoulder. he loves it when you fit so pretty and perfect against him, bodies falling into a familiar harmony.

your arm slithers upwards, wrapping around enjin’s neck, your head falling against his collarbone while he buries his nose in your hair. his breathing is heavier, and you know it’s not only because of the heat, or the dancing— his hard-on is quite impossible to ignore, and with all your squirming around, you’re not exactly helping the situation.

and as much as you’d love to taunt him until he basically has to rip you away from the place and brings you back to HQ - if he can even resist all the way there - your parched throat becomes your number one issue.

“i’m so fucking thirsty!” you whine, making your chapped lips pop a couple times as you turn around to face him. you gotta give it to him, he’s very good at hiding the fact that he’s currently dying with a raging boner. “i’ll go get something,” he points his thumb in the direction of the bar. “you try not to get kidnapped or anything, ‘kay?”

“mhm, yes sir,” you purr, nuzzling your nose into the curve of his jaw. enjin knows you’re just being cute because he’s giving you what you want, but he can’t deny that he absolutely loves it.

you idle around while waiting for him, chatting up a girl and dancing a couple songs with her since you figure the line for the bar’s got to be insane at this hour. when enjin finally makes it back, the color of the drinks he’s holding is already a couple shades lighter, melted ice cubes watering down further whatever concoction is contained in the plastic cups.

“thank youuu,” you sing-song when he hands you the drink, lips immediately wrapping around the thin straw to take in a big, freezing gulp. the liquor leaves a trail of liquid fire from your tongue down your throat, your nose curling into a grimace at the absolute foul taste.

“god, this tastes like shit,” you cough out weakly. “i love it.”

after a couple sips you resume your ministrations, like enjin’s chest was a magnet for your back. he is absolutely mesmerized by the way you look, the way you move. the hand that’s not full with his cup is splayed over the small of your back, keeping you all pretty and arched as you whine your hips right against his crotch once more. it’s almost like you love to torture him like this— well, he knows you do.

so he decides to double down, make you taste a bit of your own medicine. his hand slides up your back, fingers coming to hold your hair in a makeshift ponytail and move it out of the way. you straighten up, head starting to move to the side to ask what he was doing, before he stopped you.

the cold plastic cup came in contact with the nape of your neck, your body instinctively wincing from the sudden change in temperature, then you melted into the refreshing sensation. enjin watches the droplets of condensation that were clinging to the plastic transfer to your skin, mixing with your sweat.

when he withdraws the cup, he’s quick to replace it with his tongue, licking along the cool patch all the way to the side of your throat. you try to muffle a noise, but he feels it rumbling in your chest, and the clench of your thighs is another giveaway.

oh, how he wishes it he could hear it over the deafening music, your soft, breathy ”jin…” when you become a needy little thing. he goes over the same strip of skin, this time with languid, wet kisses, biting into the juncture between your shoulder and neck— a promise.

he can’t hear you but he sure can see how worked up you’re getting with all your squirming around. you back your ass into him, but you’ve already tortured him enough. and you don’t have even half of the self control he has.

“awww, someone’s getting antsy,” he chuckles into your ear, gripping your hip to stop you. “be nice, and maybe i’ll take you back. we’ve barely been here for a couple hours, you really want to call it a night so soon?”

you look back at him from over your shoulder, lips curled into the cutest little pout. “jin…”

there it is.

you fully turn to face him, pretty tits squished against his chest as your hands interlink behind his neck. “wanna go back?” you offer, sugar-sweet words dripping from your tongue. long, inked digits dance along the curve of your ass, your hip, pretending he’s actually pondering on the question.

“are you gonna scurry away after you get what you want, pretty girl?” he taunts, the flicker of vulnerability gone as fast as it flashed behind his honey pools. “i’ll stay,” you mouth, parted lips moving against his own after you tug him close.

tonight, you’ll stay until the morning. next time? who knows.

┊┊a/n. og idea from the great mind of the lovely @lxnarphase, with my own added twist :p i miss throwing ass in the club icl

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彡 TOUYAKAMI

i will be watching for your enemies to let them know that they contend with me sleep token - give

[jeanmarcosno1]

Gold Guns Girls - T. Shigaraki & T. Todoroki (Uni!AU)

Evenings with your boyfriends meant video games and petty arguments– Tomura trying to play Elden Ring while Touya did everything in his power to annoy him. Currently, the black haired boy was sitting on the edge of the couch, narrowly avoiding Touya’s extended foot which had been on a mission to kick the other’s arm the entire night. 

Blue light that had originally bathed the lounge flickered into green as Tomura went back to the quest screen of his game, turning around to look at his counterpart with a face of pure irritance. “Stop kicking me.” He demanded, Touya retracted his food, shrugging innocently as he shifted into your chest a little more. 

“I’m not doing anything.” He lied, shrugging, you adjusted your arm around him to continue looking at your notes. “You must be hallucinating or something man–”

Tomura cut him off, slamming his controller down on the cushion next to him. “You can’t be serious, you’ve been nudging my arm the whole time I’ve been playing.” said arm flailed up to dramatically wave in your direction. “Back me up here, has he not been kicking me for the entire evening?”

You looked up from your laptop which was resting on your knee, shrugging. “No idea, and I wouldn’t say the entire evening, because we made dinner, too.” You counteracted bluntly.

The black haired boy scoffed, slouching forward “Dude, you can’t take his side, that’s not how this is supposed to work.” He pouted, arms flopping down in his lap. Touya snickered next to you. “You’re aiding his crimes. 

“Hah, sucks to suck.” He picked up the nearest pillow next to him, lobbing it in Tomura’s direction. “She’s taking my side.” Tomura grumbled at Touya’s words, hitting the pillow back so it flung back in your direction. 

You pulled the lid of your laptop down, avoiding the pillow-turned-weapon that had come flying your way. “Don’t do that.” You shook your head like a disappointed mother. “And I'm not taking sides.” You defended, pushing the screen back up to continue your work. 

“What the hell?” Touya sat up, glaring at you, offended. “So you’re not on my si– omph”

Tomura had leaped at Touya, managing — somehow — to wrestle him into laying down. You extended your arm out to them, about to intervene when you decided it really wasn't worth it. They wouldn’t seriously injure each other. 

The pair rolled around for a while, ending up on the floor until Touya landed himself on top of Tomura, thighs straddling the other’s waist as he pinned his wrists to the floor. “Get off! You’re heavy as fuck.”

“Uh, no?” Touya replied, “You literally started this. I’m not letting you go until you apologize for accusing me of kicking you.” He sassed. You looked over the top of your laptop, wolf whistling at the position.

“Hot.” You smirked, shrugging guiltlessly as Touya’s arm shot back, Tomura sat up, the white haired man still in his lap. Both boys gave you a look of disgust. “What?” You tittered sleazily.

“Freak.” Tomura muttered. He paused for a moment, meeting Touya’s eyes, pinching his thigh. The white haired boy replied by subtly squeezing his legs around Tomura’s hips. It was like they had a secret language sometimes. “Can we play Mario Kart?” 

“Yeah sure.” Touya replied after a moment, standing and offering a hand out to Tomura to help him up. Both flopped down on the couch, Touya in the middle and Tomura at the end. You stretched your legs across their laps, feet landing on Tomura’s leg.

You pushed your foot against his thigh, Tomura’s head snapped up, staring at you in what appeared to be pure hatred. “I’ll fight you next.” He threatened emptily. You blew him a kiss as Touya complained loudly about Tomura not loading the game quick enough, his thumb rubbed circles in your shin gently. 

Boys really did have a weird way of working, you thought to yourself, witnessing the regular camaraderie coming back as if nothing had ever happened.

── ⋆⋅𖤓⋅⋆ ──

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Married life - M. Bodt

"Why are you in a tree?" "Why aren't you?" "Are you stuck?"

“Baby?” Your husband's voice called through the house, echoing in the kitchen right to the outdoors. You snickered, holding the toddler on your left tightly against your side, making sure she didn't fall.

“Mummy shh-” She hissed, pressing her small finger to your lips, swinging her legs on the branch of the tree.

Your husband, Marco, had been at work all day leaving you and your hyperactive 4 year old to be free for a day. The two of you had cooked, cleaned, played games, taken a nap, gone to the park. All you could imagine, and yet - despite all your best efforts - she still claimed she was bored.

Marco’s head peeked around the backdoor, looking into the garden, face lighting up with joy and mild confusion. He stepped onto the patio, loosening his tie around his neck. Your daughter burst into laughter, moving her hand away from your face and holding it over her mouth, shoulders raising with each joyful intake of air.

“Why are you in a tree?” Marco asked, using his left hand to shield the light from his eyes, his wedding band glinting in the sun.

“Why are you not?” You replied back, the smile on your face growing wider, swinging your legs in sync with your daughter's, she looked down at her father.

“Because you- I- Are you stuck?” He stuttered out in reply, raising a dark eyebrow, freckles seemingly shifting with the movement.

“No we're not stuck- I don't get stuck-”

“Daddy me and mummy wanted to surprise you.” Marliene cut you off, putting her hands in the air. Marco moved closer, putting his own up to tug on her ankle lightly, she giggled, pulling her feet up onto the branch, making the two of you wobble.

“Careful-” Marco's eyes widened with a pinch of panic, gesturing his hands to pick up the giggling girl. You allowed her to lean forward, not fully letting go of her until she was safe in her fathers arms.

Both their freckles glittered in the day. Marliene was Marco's mini-me, the hair, the eyes, the freckles, their resemblance was uncanny.

She slid down until her feet touched the ground, watching you shuffle closer to the main trunk of the tree. The blue flowers beneath it blossomed in the day, making the environment all the more homely.

“Are you stuck?” Marco asked again, putting a hand on his hip as Marliene ran off to her playset.

“No.” You stubbornly replied, shifting forward to next closer to the edge of the branch. In all honesty, you weren't entirely sure how you had managed to get up this high with yourself and your daughter. Sure, it wasn't a massive drop, but it was enough to make you second guess your landing skills.

“Are you sure?” He offered up a hand, which you gratefully took. You took hold of his left hand with your right, stabling the other beside you. You jumped down, landing with a a light ‘thump’ on the grass.

“I told you I wasn't stuck.” You stuck a finger to the middle of his chest, he swiftly grabbed it in return, pulling you in and spinning you around.

He chuckled, leaning his forehead against yours. “I know, I know. Just wanted to see whether you would accept the help or not.” He grinned, brushing your nose before pressing a chaste kiss on your lips.

Your daughter ran over to the two of you, tapping your knee and tugging on Marco’s trousers leg, she put her arms up. He lifted her onto his hip, pressing another kiss to your lips and then one on her cheek. Marliene made a sound of disgust, covering her face with her hands.

“Eugh!” She squeeled, leaning her cheek on her father's shoulder. You smiled at the two of them, running a hand over your own cheek and admiring the family you had built.

── ⋆⋅𖤓⋅⋆ ──

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of creator!denki kaminari keeps getting noise complaints 18+ MDNI!!! inspo

another eviction notice.

this is getting ridiculous.

and no, denki is never going to take accountability for it, or admit he's his fault. he just keeps finding shitty neighbors that can't mind their damn business, is all! he doesn't have that kind of money yet, but when he does, he’s so getting himself a penthouse. no one will have shit to say to him then.

he’s just listening to his fans, really! all those thirsty men and women alike that are subscribed to his onlyfans, they love it when he gets noisy in his videos, it’s literally his brand.

because, c’mon, who doesn’t like a pretty boy that becomes a whimpering, messy thing when he plays with his dick on camera? flushed cock nestled in a cute little clear toy, for everybody to gaze in awe at when he fills it up with his cum and starts crying, because it feels so good?

seriously, being denki kaminari’s neighbor is a blessing, not a nuisance. however, he has to deal with the fact that this is the fourth apartment he moves into since starting his little amateur career. at this rate, he’s going to make a tour of the whole damn city— that is, if realtors haven’t already started to warn each other about him. that would’ve been bad.

last week he informed his regular audience that he was going into some sort of hiatus for finals week, which is true, but he also wanted to wait a bit before filming a movie in his new place. this time, he has another factor playing into his fear to be evicted— you.

pretty— no, smoking hot you, who, of course, happen to be his downstairs neighbor. because denki kaminari has the worst fucking luck in the world.

so he gets creative. he still supplies content, but it’s shorter videos, and he’s not even at home in most of them. in his mind, getting arrested for public indecency because he jacked off inside a bathroom stall in his uni library isn’t nearly as bad as getting evicted.

but in none of them he ever gets off properly, doesn’t give his body the chance to react the way it craves to. he’s bound to break.

and boy, does he break.

the night he finally films, it’s impossible for him to hold back. phone perched on the tripod, recording every single moment of denki coming undone with no restraints, cumming inside his toy over and over again until he almost passes out.

he only had enough energy to stop the video on his phone, then crashed immediately after, not even bothering to turn off his ring light or change his sheets.

the next few days are lived in a constant state of paranoia, fearing the sight of a paper slip on his front door or his mailbox, ducking behind corners whenever one of his neighbors would pass by. his peace was short-lived, though.

“hey, kaminari, right?”

denki freezes as he skims through his daily mail, idling in the lobby instead of taking everything up to his apartment like he should’ve done. fucking idiot, he mentally scolds himself.

because you’re standing right behind him, expecting eyes trained on yours when he turns around to face you. “y-yeah…uh, yeah. that’s me,” he croaks out pathetically, panic simmering low in his belly.

“then i was right, i did hear you the other night,” you state flatly, and with the unreadable face you’re sporting, you’re not helping denki’s incoming mental breakdown. but then, you speak up again.

“it sounded like you were having fun,” you shrug. “good for you. i might’ve listened in a bit but, hey, you were making it kinda hard not to.”

he just stares at you, absolutely dumbfounded, jaw unhinged while his brain blanks. “y-you…you’re not mad?” he forces the words out of his mouth, realizing he had to say something.

“huh? why would i be mad?” you tilt your head to the side. “i’m a downstairs neighbor, i know the risks. plus, you’re not exactly an inconvenience.”

denki must be dreaming, he must be, because there’s no fucking way you’re…flirting with him?

yet, it’s so clear— the way you keep checking him out, like you’re already picturing every way you can slut him out in order to make him recreate those very same sounds you, yes, did touch yourself to the other night.

so, of course, he can’t let this opportunity slip.

“so…how do you feel about cameras?”

⋆ ★ ⋆

“oh…oh shit…fuck, b-baby please! p-please, just like that…”

denki is positively losing his mind. you’re on your knees, arms pushing your pretty tits together as your head bobs to and fro, to and fro, making drool bubbles around the base of his cock. your eyes never leave his face, glinting with something evil, chest puffing with pride every time you can make him sound even more miserable.

you take allll of him in your mouth, until his balls are pressed against your chin, nose shoved into his pelvis. you’re also very much aware of the phone pointed towards the two of you, but you don’t mind. if anything, it’s enough incentive to put on a little show.

when you pull back, it’s with a loud pwah!, a mix of spit and pre coating the lower half of your face, strings of saliva still connecting your lolling tongue to the red tip of denki’s cock as you wrap your hand around it. you keep your mouth open, smearing the mess all over your lips until they’re glossy and shiny, slapping the head on your cheek, your tongue, your tits.

“ngh— b-baby, stop - hah - stop teasing,” he whines helplessly, wishing to reach out and touch you, but he obediently keeps his hands behind his back, still tied up with your thong (a little keepsake for him for later).

“mhh?” you big your eyes at him, faux innocence etched over your features. “are you close, denks? you wanna cum?”

“yes!” he pants out, chest heaving. “p-please, i’ll be good! i-i’ll be so fucking good, baby, please.”

god, your pussy is so wet.

“i’ll make you cum,” you say slowly. “then i want to sit on your cute little face, how does that sound? keeping your mouth busy so you don’t risk getting kicked out of here too?”

and you don’t give him the chance to, stuffing your throat with his cock again and making him keen, hips bucking forward involuntarily until he hears your faint gagging. that’s his breaking point. he completely loses control, balls tightening as he fills your mouth with a hefty load of cum, which you swallow down like a champ, and make sure to milk him through it until he’s a weak, twitchy little thing.

when you finally pull away, he’s still trying to come back to earth. he’s so, so cute. blonde hair sticking to his forehead, whole face flushed and damp, lips still plump and kiss-bitten from your little makeout session before he started filming.

“hey, still with me, denks?” you check in, placing your hands on his thigs and rubbing soothing circles on his skin with your thumbs. his nod is barely a twitch of the head, and you can’t see it, but he’s trying his best to give you a thumbs up behind his back.

“godd,” you smile. “gonna give you a few more minutes to come back to me, ‘kay? but—” you turn to his phone, “—i want you to turn that off when you fuck me later.”

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Literally anything with August PLEASE

FΛSHION - A. Stilza

One thing about August was that he took every opportunity to show you off. He’d made hundreds of outfits over the years, spanning from simple, comfy clothes to wear around HQ, to dresses and jumpsuits for nicer occasions. Everything he made for you was tailored perfectly to your body, never too tight or too loose, always just right.

He took exceptional pride in what he did, nimble fingers dashing across pages as he presented you with a new design– a massive cheesy grin splitting his cheeks open as he measured you up for it. Sure, it was fun having you stand at the perfect height where he could nuzzle his face into your thighs.

But August’s favourite part about making all your clothes? Having you show them off for him. In fact, the simple idea of having you strut around his workshop in something he’s created had given him enough motivation to clear you a small catwalk.

August’s stool was up against the wall as he sat manspreading, lazily laid back practically glowing with excitement. You walked toward him, skirt bouncing with every step. “Look okay?” You questioned, spinning in a circle to display the full outfit.

You heard him squeak, a hot red flush rising to the tops of his cheeks. You giggled, cocking your head. “What?” 

“Turn around again.” He ordered, wiggling his finger in a circle. You did as he said, turning so your back was to him. You could’ve sworn he teleported with how quickly you felt his breath on your neck, gloved hands yanking the back of your skirt to cover your bum. “Too short. Don’t need others looking at what’s mine.” he mumbled, stepping back suddenly. Your body missed his heat almost immediately. 

You spun to look at him, arms crossing over your chest. “Was that seriously it?” You asked, watching the jealousy practically radiate off of him. He pouted, slouching back down into his stool. “Awww, are you jealous Auggie?” You cooed, nudging his foot with your own. 

He shook his head, looking away. “No. Just– that’s for me to see. That’s all. Maybe you should just wear that with me?” August looked up at you with puppy-dog eyes. You grinned, taking this as a perfect opportunity to tease him a little.

You leant forward, laughing to yourself softly. “You’re such a liar! You are jealous.” August’s arm wrapped around your hips, pulling you onto his lap. His chin rests on your shoulder, cheeks pressed together. You snorted. “Do you want me to take the skirt off so you can tailor it again?”

He shook his head, murmuring softly. “Nah, it’s hot as fuck, doll. Would look better on the floor though.” You choked on your own saliva, pulling your head back to make eye contact. You grinned wickedly at him.

“Only if you put the maid dress on.” 

“WooHoo!” August cheered, back to his usual loud self. He pulled your face in closer, smacking a kiss onto your lips, lifting you up so you’d be on your feet when he stood. 

You seriously couldn’t help but burst out laughing at the stupidity of his run as he sprinted from the workshop.

── ⋆⋅𖤓⋅⋆ ──

Diary entry: i spent days procrastinating writing this, instead i learnt to beatbox, decided i want to be ursula if i go on broadway, rapped for tina and simba, watched a missing persons documentary, and spent several hours looking for bkg nails. Taglist : @kamislop @simbaruto @ibbybelle @braunrot @theemoong1rl @ihearttenkoshimura @somethingwebs @tiffi26 @napbatata (Send an ask or comment to be added <3) Requests are open! Drop by some time? , maybe...you could check out my masterlist too? ^.^ Do not repost any of my works, or feed them to AI. - jeanmarcosno1 2026

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Needy!Dabi hit by sex pollen? Clingy, begging and pussydrunk? Circumstances don’t matter

What you think?🤭

your annoying fwb!dabi gets hit with a sex pollen quirk? 18+ MDNI!!! villain!reader

YOU DIED.

“ah, stupid game!” you huff at the small tv, the brightness of the screen blinding in the otherwise dark room. you get half a mind to knock over the damn thing, but the thought of angering tomura makes it less appealing.

you’re in tomura’s room, sitting on his futon with a questionable posture, definitely too close to the screen. thank goodness it didn’t happen often that he would be out so you could sneak in to play his games, because you definitely could see yourself becoming just like him or spinner.

your finger hovers over the controller button to restart, when the door slams open behind you, making you jolt.

“himiko said you’d be here.”

instead of the owner of the room, touya’s figure looms in the doorway. and he looks like shit.

“yeah, tomura doesn’t let me borrow his stuff, so— what’s up with you? are you injured?” you turn around, eyes trying to assess if he’s hurt anywhere, but you don’t catch anything major. his raven locks are damp and sticking to his forehead, a pink flush covering the visible skin of his face.

he’s shed his coat, oversized white tee clinging to his slim waist like he’d just run a marathon. “not quite, no— i don’t know,” he wobbles forward, and you sprint to your knees in case you have to catch him, but he keeps himself up with a heavy hand pressed to the wall.

“touya, you don’t look good,” you whisper. “do you need me to call kurogi—”

“no!” you wince at his barked protest, your confusion only growing when he slowly sinks to the floor and crawls to you. “sorry, ‘m sorry…” he says with a heavy breath, shaking his head. “can’t let the others see me like this.”

“touya, you have to tell me what happened if you want me to help you,” you watch him get on top of the futon, his movements resembling the ones of a panther stalking its prey. his azure eyes skim over every inch of you, from your puzzled face to your tits in that flimsy little top, soft thighs hugged by shorts that might as well just be underwear.

“you…i know how you can help me, yeah,” he nods, but he doesn’t look like he’s on the same planet as you right now. “y-you have to help me, baby. it hurts…tried to resist while i got back, but now you’re here, and—”

and then he’s on you, tilting your world upside down as your back hits the mattress. the staples in his hands are hot on your skin as he pushes your legs open, inviting himself between them.

usually sex with touya is quiet, slow and hidden in the shadows of the night. you’ve never seen him this hungry, whole body thrumming with the need to be inside you. now.

“i got…hit with something by some fucker, fuck,” his lips are on your neck, teeth grazing your shoulder like he’s threatening to rip the strap of your top. “dunno what it was, ‘s just—”

“it’s okay,” you sigh, arching into his touch like second nature, your fingers finding the dark strands at his nape. “made you a little needy thing, hm? i’ve got you, touya.”

when he exhales it comes out a bit shaky, cheek nuzzled in the valley between your breasts as his hands dip low, fumbling with the buckle of his belt.

you’d heard about it, some weird quirks that could mess with your mind, you should’ve figured there might’ve been someone out there whose power was making other people horny or something— not that you were complaining when it meant you got to have him to yourself like this.

“tomura’s going to kill us if he comes back and sees us like this,” you gasp, teeth sinking down hard on your bottom lip when touya gently bites your nipple through the fabric. “should fuck you in front of him,” he grunts. “you’re the one in his room, basically naked…would have to put on a little show for him, hm?”

“n— that’s not— ah!” touya’s hand unceremoniously moves your shorts and panties to the side, two fingers immediately finding your hole, already drooling all over him. “did that turn you on?” his lips are on your jaw now, his textured, scarred skin grazing yours. “heh, too bad. i’ll burn that kid to ashes before he ever gets to see you like this.”

then he pushes in, long digits invading your insides, stopping right before the stapled edges of knuckles. “t-touya, ngh! you talk an awful lot for someone who needs to be inside me so bad.”

his laugh is raspy, cruel, just like the way he curls within your walls, coaxing out a pathetic moan as he brushes over a soft spot. “who’s the one that got hit with a quirk that sent them into heat again? maybe it’s contagious,” he taunts, taking your other nipple in your mouth and sucking, his saliva seeping through your top.

“nghh, j-just—” your words die on your tongue for two reasons— touya’s kissing you, and his cock is nestled deep in your cunt in one smooth thrust, ever delicious inch stretching you around him. “see why i - hah - had to take my time…? because i can’t go easy on you now.”

and if there’s one thing you know about touya, is that he would never lie to you. the pace he sets is feral, hips snapping against yours so hard the slaps of skin bounce off the walls, heavy balls hit-hit-hitting the plush of your ass.

“o-oh god, t-touya ‘s too—” every prod of his cock punches the air out of your lungs, every kiss of his tip to your cervix driving you further into the mattress as your body involuntarily squirms, overwhelmed.

“where the fuck—” large scarred palms grip your thighs, “—do you think you’re going?” he hauls you back on his shaft, mouth curling upwards into a mean, mean grin when you sob his name loudly.

his teeth marks litter every inch of skin they can reach— your jaw, your throat, your chest, the underside of your tits when he pushes up your top out of the way. he’s getting close really fast, he can feel it, the coil boiling low in his belly, the need to release.

so he lets it go, watches your blissed-out face light up and gasp when his body locks up, heavy cock spilling hot ropes of cum deep, deep inside your velvety walls. when he finally manages to blink away the spots in his vision and pull out, he realizes he shouldn’t have looked.

your pussy, all puffy and glistening, framing the white mess he left between your legs. he shouldn’t have looked, because now he’s hard all over again.

“you think it wore off?” you ask, breathy and dazed, glossy eyes staring up at the dark ceiling, a weak whitish halo coming from the idle game screen. when you don’t hear a word from him, you weakly push yourself up on your elbows. big mistake.

“oh, that was just the warm-up.”

neither of you knows how long it’s been, or how many times either of you has orgasmed by now. the room reeks of sex and cum, the only sounds being your shared bated breaths, and a low, static buzz.

even though you’re still hot and sticky from only moments before, you had the decency to cover up what there was to cover up with tomura’s a blanket. touya, however, lays beside you in all his glory. not exactly spread out, instead curled into your side a bit, trying to properly come down from cloud nine.

“i think it wore off now,” you hear him huff, voice hoarse and more guarded than before. you’re aware he wasn’t in control of himself, not totally, but the fact that he came to you, and let you to hold him when his walls had been forced down…you liked it, maybe a little more than you should’ve. much more than what you should’ve allowed yourself to.

“you think?” you chuckle softly, bumping your shoulder into his. he lets out a breathy laugh, the sound awakening goosebumps along the skin of your arms.

touya breathes in, as if to say something, before his words are cut off by the sound of the door opening.

and this time, it’s actually tomura.

“what…the fuck. are you doing in my room!?”

“showed these four musty walls something they never would’ve have,” touya grins, before the boy stomps out yelling for kurogiri to come clean and bring a fresh set of bedsheets.

┊┊a/n. GAH SORRY IT TOOK ME SO LONG TO GET AROUND THIS BUT YEAH!! mommy found her way back to her one true love (also you genuinely will never catch me calling him dabi...unless it's strictly needed for lore accuracy but that's for a secret project you guys can't know about) + will i ever write fully naked people? i noticed someone's always wearing something i never let them undress...i don't think i'll stop.

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getting ready for an event with husband!katsuki bakugou / sfw, suggestive! inspired by this video on tiktok

“this hotel’s real nice, kats, we should def come back another time! without all the impending plans, that is. did you see they have a little spa area?”

you click your last earring in place, checking both sides of your face in the full-length mirror to make sure the jewels aren’t askew. the great dynamight was never one for big social events, and going out of his way to travel for one was even less likely— however, shouto was hosting a fundraiser gala for his new quirk accidents rehab center, so he couldn’t exactly pass that up.

“spa? what do you need a massage for?” his spiky head of wheat blond peeked out from the en-suite bathroom’s doorway, shirt collar still standing up straight against his neck, a poor excuse of a bowtie loosely wrapped around it. “and i give you massages every night.”

you can only roll your eyes at him from the reflection in your mirror. “so? you want that massage all to yourself?”

“hah? i want to get pampered and suddenly it’s not a good idea anymore?”

“katsuki,” you begin calmly, turning on your heels. “are you seriously going to look me in the eyes and tell me you’re okay with another person’s hands being all over you?” you cock up a brow. his nose curls in a grimace at the mere thought, then he scoffs, disappearing back into the bathroom.

of course, you think to yourself, snorting.

the carpet muffles your step as you cross the room, katsuki’s hushed grumbling becoming increasingly clearer, but all you catch is a string of curses. “need help?” you chirp, smiling sweetly at him.

“fucking thing is—” he cuts himself off when you invade his space, soft fingers stopping his calloused ones from ripping the poor piece of fabric to shreds. “let me help,” you slide between him and the sink counter, and he takes half a step back so you can be more comfortable.

you lay back against the marble, taking your time to work the bowtie, making sure it’s not too tight on his throat, then fold the shirt collar over it. you pat his chest once when you’re done. “there. there was no need to get so fussy about that, was there?”

katsuki grunts once more, lips pressed together in a scowl. you think he’s being stubborn about the tie, before you realize his ruby eyes are staring downwards, yes, but not at the floor.

“you’re gonna wear that?”

you follow his gaze, and sigh when you understand he’s pointing out the generous amount of cleavage that your dress shows. “yes, katsuki, i’m wearing this dress. you literally saw me pack it.”

his frown turns into something more of a pout, big palms pawing at your hips while he keeps staring. “you look hot.”

your brows knit together in confusion. “you’re saying it like it’s an insult.”

“‘s not,” he protests. “just…everyone’s going to look at you.”

his awkwardness pushes a smile on your face. “kats, we’re going to be at a gala with, like, hundreds of people,” you reassure, taking his face in your hands to make him look at you. “it’s going to be full of pro heroes, i’m only your plus one. i’m sure there’ll be plenty of interesting things for paparazzi and other guests to look at.”

the look in katsuki’s eyes changes all of a sudden, fingers digging into your waist as he tugs you closer, until his forehead is pressed against yours. “only my plus one? you’re my wife,” he says sternly. “nothing and no one is more or even as interesting as you.”

your hearty giggles fill the bathroom, unable to holding them in any longer. he’s just too cute.

“yeah?” you caress his cheeks with your thumbs. “well all that matters to me is that you find me interesting, katsuki, alright? i don’t care what anybody else thinks as long as you think i’m hot.”

“hmm,” he grumbles, pushing his nose against yours. “very hot.”

and then you’re closing the distance, tasting a mix of mint and caramel on katsuki’s lips as they meet yours. his palm shifts to the small of your back while yours finds his soft locks, tugging at them enough to draw a needy groan. he tastes your lipgloss, the creamy texture of it spreading and leaving colorful streaks across his maw— he couldn’t give any less of a fuck about it right now.

you feel the counter dig in the back of your thighs when katsuki pushes you back against it, free hand finding purchase on the marble edge right next to you. a quiet moan bubbles in your throat when he pushes a thick thigh between yours, the buttons of his suit shirt digging into your exposed chest.

“fuck, baby—”

knock knock knock!

“uh, mister dynamight, sir? t-the car will be here in ten!”

the shaky voice of one of the interns from katuki’s agency rings from outside the door (his PR team had to be present for the event).

“they can wait!” katsuki barked, the hand on your back warming up as his irritation grew. there’s silence after, and you can only imagine the poor kid’s run away with his tail between his legs in pure fear.

“guess this will have to wait, huh?” you chirp teasingly, watching the frustration wash over your husband’s face. “yeah, yeah, whatever,” he waves you off, peeling himself away from you reluctantly. “look at that, ‘s a damn mess.”

katsuki checks himself out in the mirror, red lipstick smeared all over his lips, the weak attempt at styling his hair positively ruined by your fingers’ doing.

“now you’re complaining? thought you were having fun,” you quip.

“i was, until that extra interrupted,” he huffs. “now, now, don’t be harsh on the kid. and quit whining, just let me fix you up so we won’t arrive late. i know you’d hate that,” you scolded him affectionately, reaching for the tub of hair gel next to the sink.

“we can always finish what we started when we come back, okay, love?”

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