You Loved Shouta, you loved him a lot. You loved him enough to let him marry you, you loved him enough to let him get you pregnant. You loved him.
You hated being pregnant. At first it was fun, a cute bump, buying baby clothes, decorating a room for your son. Then your feet started to swell, your bump was no longer cutely small, and you couldn’t go more than an hour or two without having to piss. No you hated being pregnant. And this was his fault, so you'd be damned if he didnt help get it out.
First it was curb walking, did it for a week. You didn't get anything but a sore back out of that. Then was the spicy food, Shouta was forced to do that with you too, he gave birth in the toilet that day and you had found that your spice tolerance had grown to be impenetrable during pregnancy. Ball yoga, fun but unhelpful. Pineapple, tasty but also unhelpful, acupuncture, that could’ve worked if you hadn’t chickened out before they stuck the first needle.
That left the big one, sex.
“Shittt-” Shouta was under you, hand on your hips as he helped you bounce up and down on his length, “Just like that, pretty girl.’
“Shut-t up.” your eyes were screwed shut and face scrunched in pleasure but also in focus, trying to take him as deep as you could and this position did that the best. Hands planted on his firm and hairy chest as you split yourself open on his cock. It was safe to say he enjoyed this method more than the others.
Knees pressed into the parts of the mattress closest to his hips as you ground down into his pelvis. The deeper he got the better chance of this working, plus god did he feel great from this angle.
“Taking me so good though, now I can’t give you compliments.” The rasp in his voice shot straight to your core and you fluttered softly around his member. Letting out a pitchy whine, “See you like it. Don’t act like you aren’t enjoying this.”
“Hngh, fuckin shit- wish you weren’t enjoying this so much” You grit out as you continued to take him as deep as possible. “You did this.”
“I know, baby. And i'm so sorry” No he wasn’t, when you guys had decided you were ready for kids he'd spend every hour he wasn’t dead tired fucking load after load into you. The last thing he was was sorry.
“Liar.”
“Heh, yeah but you liked it.” A lazy smirk made it way onto his face, hands coming up to knead your sore and already lactating breasts. Massaging the tender skin softly and reveling in the way you shuddered against the feel of his calloused hands. Tweaking your nipples between his thumb and index marveling at the small drops of milk leaked from them. “Practically begged for me, remember, Sweetheart?.” Condescending bastard.
“Hate you,” you grit out before letting out a pitchy whine as the tip of his cock smacks against the most sensitive spot inside your walls.
“Love my cock though.” Shouta has the nerve to smile cockily as he helps you rock against him. Not that he's wrong, but he could at least pretend to be sorry.
“Didn’t I say shut up.” You groan, leaning back to place a hand on his thigh to revelave some of the pressure on your bladder, the last thing you needed to do was to stop piss. The new angle allowing him to watch the way your cunt swallowed his length with every drop of your hips.
“Shitt, you look so fucking good like this, Mama”He said lowly, eyes taking in every inch of you pregnant body and how you looked taking what you needed from him. “Gorgeous”
That had you blushing softly, sheepish grin spreading across your already flushed face. Maybe you didn’t totally hate him, but you did need his help.
“Shou, hmph, shou.” you try to get his attention focused and it works. His eyes fluttering open and focusing on your face rather than where you're sucking him in.
“W-what? What happened?” His voice deeper than ever as he tried to work through grunts that begged to be let loose.
“Help me damnit- fuckk- my hips hurt, just do something-” You groaned partly in discomfort but mostly pleasure. Shouta understanding what you need, hands coming to grab your his firmly. Lifting you up and holding you still a few inches in the air as he began to plant his feet into the mattress.
Making sure he has a steady grip and footing before taking over completely. Thrusting up into you with a force you were unprepared for. Drawing a gasp turned moan from your lips as he rammed into you with speed and strength, aiming for your g-spot with a perfected precision. Shouta had you memorized like the back of his hands.
“Oh fuck oh fuck o fuck- just like that Shou!” Your moans came faster and breatheir as he pushed you closer and closer to coming.
“Gonna come for me, Sweetheart? Shit, you gonna gush all over this dick.” He was met with raid nods and high pitched moans you muffled through clenched teeth. “Nuh uh, gotta say it, use your words for me, Mama.”
“Yes, yes, I’m gonna come. Gonna come all over your cock- oh god!” With that the dam blew, legs shaking as your walls clenched and spasmed around him. And Shouta like the good husband he was fucked you through it. Helping you ride out your high as he chased is own, thrusts growing sloppy as he neared his peak.
“Pull out!” you warned suddenly, he thought he heard wrong but soon you were repeating yourself, “not inside , not inside!” You told him through moans and though confused he obeyed, fucking into you until he couldn’t hold it anymore and pulling out . Your hands coming to pump his length until he was coming all over his stomach and your hands. Both of you panting hard, him on his back and you sat on his thighs.
“Why’d I have to pull out?” He asked, his chest still rising and falling hard.
“If it works I don't want the baby to come out covered in your load.”
I saw these floating around for other characters and wanted to make a lil post about how Sero would be as a bf...
Hanta Sero is absolutely obsessed with having you as his girlfriend.
Hanta Sero loves holding your hand in the hallways in between classes. He likes showing you off and making sure everyone at UA knows that he's lucky enough to have you as his girlfriend.
Hanta Sero loves bringing you little treats as a surprise. Your favorite gum? Always in his bag. A bag of chips from the vending machine? Purchased and waiting your desk between classes. A kawaii keychain from the local corner store? He's clipped it to your backpack while you're cleaning off your lunch tray, excited for you to find it later on.
Hanta Sero loves being paired up with you to spar. He trusts you to give him feedback on his newest moves - you know him better than anyone, after all. And when you lay him out on his ass in front of the whole class? He needs to concentrate hard on the ceiling to avoid getting a boner.
Hanta Sero loves kissing you good morning in the dorm kitchen, and he doesn't care who sees. A sweet peck on the cheek as you're pouring your coffee or grabbing a bowl of cereal. Nothing too showy or mushy, just a quick reminder that you're his.
Hanta Sero loves sneaking off to your dorm room on Saturday nights after the rest of the class has gone to bed. He'll kiss you senseless and let you strip him down to his underwear as he sighs and moans and whispering sweet nothings to you all the while.
Hanta Sero loves to be little spoon, especially after long study sessions when his brain has been turned to absolute mush. He'll tuck into you and sigh with contentment as soon as you wrap your arms around his toned torso. He just feels so safe when you hold him - like his brain can finally turn off.
Hanta Sero loves being your boyfriend, plain and simple.
Chapters: 14/14
Fandom: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Dabi | Todoroki Touya/Takami Keigo | Hawks, Takami Keigo | Hawks & Usagiyama Rumi | Miruko, Takami Keigo | Hawks & Tokoyami Fumikage, Dabi | Todoroki Touya & Todoroki Shouto, Background Todoroki Shouto/Shinsou Hitoshi, background Bakugou Katsuki/Midoriya Izuku
Characters: Dabi | Todoroki Touya, Takami Keigo | Hawks, Usagiyama Rumi | Miruko, Tokoyami Fumikage, Todoroki Enji | Endeavor, Todoroki Shouto, Bakugou Katsuki, Midoriya Izuku, Shinsou Hitoshi, Minor Todoroki Rei - Character
Additional Tags: Smoking, Making Out, Rough Oral Sex, Forest Sex, Hook-Up, Wing Kink, Takami Keigo | Hawks Acts Like a Bird, Dabi Is Literally Hot, Dom/sub Undertones, Dirty Talk, Top Dabi | Todoroki Touya, Bottom Takami Keigo | Hawks, Time Skips, Enemies to Lovers, Anal Sex, Rough Sex, Spanking, wing play, Quirk Use During Sex (My Hero Academia), Not Canon Compliant, Breathplay, Happy Ending, Drinking, Flirting, Desperation, Angst with a Happy Ending, Panic Attacks, Todoroki Enji | Endeavor's Bad Parenting, Barebacking, Canon-Typical Violence, slight whump, catching feelings, Rimming, Falling In Love, reverse slow burn, Fuck first fall in love later, Eventual Inmate Dabi | Todoroki Touya, Pre-War and Post-War dabihawks, Riding, Couch Sex, Cowgirl Position, Conjugal Visits, Love Confessions, Feelings Realization, feelings are hard, Fluff, Fluff and Smut, Soft Dabi | Todoroki Touya/Takami Keigo | Hawks, Rehabilitation of Dabi | Todoroki Touya, POV Dabi | Todoroki Touya, POV Takami Keigo | Hawks, get out of jail free card eventually, Protective Takami Keigo | Hawks, Dabi | Todoroki Touya and Takami Keigo | Hawks In Love, Breeding Kink, Hurt/Comfort, Healing
Summary:
Several quiet beats pass between them. Far away, the ruckus of the rest of the League echoes into the night. Everyone always goes buck wild after these meetings, all riled up.
Dabi holds his hand out. In the shadows it’s hard to see his face, even with Hawks’ eyesight.
“Light?” He offers again, flicking his fingers together. A tiny blue flame pops into existence in his palm and dances against the dark. It’s…sort of beautiful. Like a miniature star.
“…Yeah.” Hawks nods minutely and bridges the gap, stepping closer. He dips the cigarette into the small fire and lifts his hand to shield it from the wind.
Dabi shakes his head. “It won’t go out on its own. Don’t insult me, Birdie.”
Hm. Hawks isn’t sure if it’s the funny nickname or the first breath of nicotine, but he gets a head rush.
“Thanks.” He says, blowing out a cloud of smoke. Warmer already.
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Or, where Hawks and Dabi start out as nothing, and turn into something, over time. It's complicated.
it's only on a boring afternoon with touya that you realize he's never said 'i love you' to you. today, you'll change that! you're sure of it.
"touya?" you ask out of the blue. you're lounging on the couch while he's laying down. "hhm?" still has his eyes closed. you groan, getting up and crouching by his side. you slide your fingertip from his shoulder to his hand. "touyaa.." his eyes finally open, and he grumbles, "go on," mumbling your name. "well, er... when did'ya realize you loved me?"
as soon as you finish your sentence, he chuckles and sits up, forcing you to stand up and sit down besides him. "mm, who said i did?" his eyes meet yours, with a grin placed on his face. "well, um.." you didn't expect that answer. actually, scratch that—you kinda did. touya's that kinda person. you fiddle with your hands, thinking of answer, until he places his hand on top of yours as it's fidgeting. "oh, calm down (name). i'm joking." he rolls his eyes, waiting for your hands to stop being fidgety. "right, sorry. uh, so when?" your hands finally stop, and make way to grasp his hand. "first of all, don't say sorry for shit like that, it's dumb. second of all... hm, probably whenever i'd notice you staring at me, then i'd glance at you and you'd get all flustered. it was cute." he shrugs, and takes a quick glance at you, then held your hand. "uh, but- i was doing that since we met?" you look at him, and blink.
"i meant that's what made me realize. you kept doing that 'til the end. oh, and maybe other stuff." he squeezes your hand, then stands up and goes to the kitchen counter. your eyes follow him, and his head turns in your direction. "see?" you're a bit flustered, but nod anyways. "um, you're right."
he chuckles again, taking a bite of plain bread. he turns around, resting on the counter. "since that's cleared up, can you go get my coat? we're going out for a walk." he says as he takes another bite. "oh, mm, okay! ...love you." you stand up, and go to the coat rack. his eyebrows raise, and he smirks at your boldness. as soon as you get back, you stop in your tracks, staring at him as you hold his coat. "what now?"
"uh, you didn't say it back." you slowly start to fidget again, and he rolls his eyes. "um this, uh that." he pulls you in, and kisses you. after that, he snatches his coat and stares at you, watching your reaction. "love you too. there." he puts his coat on, and walks towards the door. he knows what he did—and he's proud of it. "c'mon (name)."
"..um, right!" you follow him, and stay by his side. he notices how you clung onto him more than usual. all in a day's work for your beloved touya todoroki.
a/n: my beloved touyaaa <3<3 also finally a proper fic after 7 months 😱😱!! yippie
the likelihood that I’ll be able to find the answer is slim but I have to ask. does anyone recognize a my hero fic where the phrase “black medallion protocol” was mentioned at the end of it, which is where Shouta, to protect Izuku (it was almost certainly a dadzawa fic because duh but I can’t remember any ships at all) faked All Might’s death with a collapsing building, and ended up throwing him in Tartarus. I can remember nothing else, it was so long ago, but I figured maybe someone else would know. probably not but who knows. Shouts was asking Nedzu permission to activate the black medallion protocol. I know they were very protective/possessive/down for violence in that fic which is my favorite characterization of the two of them so it’s quite difficult to find since I’ve read like a hundred fics similar almost certainly. maybe hopefully someone recognizes that phrase/scene/ending though! love yallllllll
Entry Level Position (RED DADDY RIOT x BAD BITCH MINA x fem!Reader)
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My bestfriend is poly and told me about some french movie where someone worked for a couple and ended up in a relationship with them. So I freaked it cause I’m bi. Enjoy! Ty bestie for the idea!
So, when you heard for a position as a maid for a married couple in an upper class neighborhood in the city you had just moved into, you applied on a whim.
You had no experience as a professional maid, but surely your mother traumatizing you awake as a child with loud gospel music to announce cleaning days every Sunday morning would count for something.
Besides, if they were in Primera Heights, as the advertisement had stated, they were loaded, and likely didn’t have much more to do than simple house chores.
You could manage that, and they were paying 150/hour, which would save your ass from getting evicted...
What you didn’t expect, was to be splayed in this bed, amongst the soft, expensive, outrageously high thread count ruby red sheets, at the very mercy of the couple that was having their way with serving you immeasurable amounts of pleasure.
Breathy and helpless, you reflexively yanked against your wrist restraints, unable to see through the blindfold as calloused hands ran between your thighs, a stark contrast to the velvet soft ones tracing around your nipples and tenderly coming up to massage the sides of your neck, instinctively relaxing you...
You sat down on the chair in the beautiful office, in front of a desk. The bookshelves extended across the long wall, on elegantly carved mahogany wood. The desk was a matching polished wood, deep and dark. You clutched your bag to yourself, trying to not be so intimidated by how much money these people had, and how serious they were about finding someone they could trust to care for their estate adequately.
The husband sat at the desk, dressed handsomely in a black satin button up shirt, with the upper few buttons undone. His lengthy cherry red hair was tied up in a bun, the sides of his head cleanly shaven.
The wife sat on the edge of the desk, with expensively styled bright pink hair and dark eyes. She seemed to be the more upbeat of the two, and smiled often, reaching out with her rounded tip pink acrylic nails quite often, ghosting your knee innocently enough, insisting you didn’t have to be so nervous as her husband asked you various questions….questions that…now that you look back on it…didn’t have much at all to do with your cleaning experience.
“Are you in a partnership with anyone at the moment?” The husband asks, his name is Eijirou, Ejirou Kirishima.
You pause, and the wife speaks. Her name, is Mina, Mina Kirishima.
“We’re just asking because we want someone to truly be committed to this position and not have any distractions to get in the way of their duties here.” She says with a comforting smile.
You look between them before you finally answer, “No, I’m new to this town and have just been focused on trying to pay my rent.”
Bodies are shifting around you, and without warning, you feel a thick, warm wetness lapping up your dripping cunt. You pull again, the restraints pulling tight as your hips rise and you moan out, the feeling sending a chill throughout your nerves.
“My god, look at her babe. She’s fucking beautiful, ain’t she?” You hear Eijirou’s voice above you, which must mean that below you…
“She would be a lot more beautiful stuffed tight…I want to fuck the breath right out of her…” You feel Mina’s fingers slipping inside of you, coiling a fire in your stomach that makes your back arch.
“Do it then, ladies first, after all.” You can hear the smirk in his voice as you feel his girth against your face, unable to make sense of what was going on. Everything felt so good, too good. You could barely keep yourself conscious.
You feel a slick, firm, rubbery protrusion at your pussy. It feels heavy, and long as it stretches you slowly to the hilt, where you begin to feel vibrations stimulating your clit as soon as you feel the base.
Before you can realize what was happening below, a contrasting, large, very human cock pushes into your mouth that lay agape from the moans of uncontrollable pleasure you are overtaken with. The room is filled with a harmonious mixture of cries, moans, and groans, begs and cries.
You were brought to the brink of exhaustion after your body climaxed again, and you lay there, limp, chest heaving. Your head was sinking into the pillow, as you felt sleep creeping over you, when you felt two sets of hands undoing both your ankle and wrist restraints and gently laying your limbs down.
“You did so good for us tonight.” Mina softly cooed into your ear as she kissed your cheek and pulled your blindfold over your face, allowing both of them, and the room, to return to focus.
“I think you’d be a great fit.” Eijirou says as he pushes your curls gently out of your face and kisses your forehead.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
My first My Hero fic! A villain!Deku AU. It’s gonna be long lol. Featuring older brother Dabi vibes
Rating: Gen
Category: Gen
Summary:
It doesn’t take much to be set on a different path. For Izuku, it was the day he met his idol, All Might, and was told he could never be a hero without a Quirk. Later that day, when he runs into his old pediatric doctor—Dr. Tsubasa—while being treated for a burn, Izuku finds himself presented with an opportunity. There is another man in the burn unit, a man with far worse burns than Izuku. Between the burned man and Tsubasa, they might know a way for Izuku to acquire a Quirk… for a price.
Sometimes, the encouragement you crave can come from the wrong source. Not all men are created equal, but Izuku Midoriya is about to even the playing field.
