NSFW will be tagged as #lemon
sorta NSFW is #Lime
Weird fet shit/ extreme NSFW is #orange
reblog to spread awareness that we’re back on the citrus scale
i woke up and decided to actually think today, and so i thought about naoya!😩
like we all know he’s a totally misogynistic freak who treats women like property💀 and we’re also like 99.99% sure he has a breeding kink.💀 and i was just like ‘what if after like a week or so of breeding (not having sex, literally breeding bc it’s naoya💀) he finds out his precious little wife is pregnant and now he’s a total simp bc pregnant women need to be cautiously taken care of. he doesn’t want anyone else around his wife but she needs constant care so he has to learn to actually appreciate women!
bonus point: she gets to treat him like shit but is gaslighting him by just blaming it on pregnancy symptoms.😭
now i wanna be naoya’s pregnant wifey,, uwu <3
naoya zenin x fem!reader
continuation from this // *screams internally* not a fic just word vomits idky the idea of soft naoya is in my head but it is
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- no question asked
your marriage to naoya was handled quick and immediately after your defeat; after all he knew you're such a flight risk.
you both were named the successor of the head of clan after your father stepped down and being beaten and humiliated by you multiple of time hadn't humbled the crap out of him; only fuel him to break you into his submissive little breeding bunny. you both hadn't left your side of the wing of the estate after the ceremony. it has been weeks since you stepped outside. naoya had stripped you off your privilege of being clothed. food and fresh water were constantly supplied to your door. you didn't know what fueled him, not that anything wasn't fully consented but you were always reminded of where you truly belonged; underneath him.
"st-stop! no more, no more!"
you were clawing on his wrist, sweat dripping down your face as your cunt welcomed his mean, rapid thrusts. you were shaking, legs folded on the ledge of the bed, his hand around your throat with his teeth clamped on your neck leaving more trail of bruises. "i'll said when it's done," naoya hissed, tightening the grip to your waist, "all you need to be is my good wife and take it all in." his threats went straight to you cunt and he no longer muffled your scream as you felt your umpteenth orgasm came crashing in.
"naoya!" you cried, digging your nail further into his skin.
you could hear his chuckle right by your ears, his nose nuzzled into your locks as his hips continued to thrust forward. "what's it, bunny?" he cooed, you could feel his hand along the valley of your breasts, along your belly and down to your throbbing clit. you threw your head back, tears streaming down your face as you felt his finger torturously circling on it. you could barely string up your words, your choked up moans were melodious to him.
"you don't look so cocky now huh?" he tightened his grip to your neck, "all you need is some good fucking and you're reduced back to nothing but a cum dump. my little cum dump." you want to protest, grunting as you could feel how sloppier his thrusts were. naoya was close and the closer he is, the more degrading he is. it didn't take long until he started filling you up, spurts of his warm cum feeling your inside but you were drifting out of your mind to even care.
you woke up the next day completely drowsy and confused.
you felt suffocated and it wasn't because of the thick, fluffy comforter draped over your body; it was naoya's limbs wrapped around you.
"get off me," you grumbled, fingers peeling the tight grip around your waist only for him to pull you closer. "shut up," he mumbled, eyes close as he nuzzled deeper in the crook of your neck, "shut up or i'll find something to keep your mouth busy." you rolled your eyes and accepted your defeat. it was odd to wake up in his arms, naoya isn't a cuddling type of husband. he's strict, he enjoys his personal space not that he cared about yours and he was never a warm, morning kiss, pleaser kind of man.
of course it was all short lived as you felt his finger trailing down your belly.
you were still soaked from last night, he knew it as he dipped his fingers in. his fingers found your clit and you drew in a long breath as he started circled slowly. you started to remember slowly what had happened yesterday; how overstimulating had knocked yourself down, fainting just as he filled you up. you could feel your face burning up but naoya wasn't gonna notice it when he busy buried in your neck lapping gently on your skin.
you could hear the frantic beating of his chest against your back. a long deep sigh escaped your lips as he continued his touches. his fingers prodded your lips, prompting you to suck it. the pressure around his finger from your mouth had him breathing hard. with your saliva coating his finger, it found your breast, the coldness of the fluid had your nipple hardened instantly.
"does that feel good, bunny?" he whispered in your ear.
"y-yes."
"good," he tilted your head for a kiss. you were startled, he never kissed you with such passionate but you basked it all in. he swallowed each one of your moans, with every mewls and pleases had your husband teasing you for more. you could feel his sly smile against your lips as he quickened his motion. you could feel the knot threatened to snap in your belly and as his lips latched on your nipples, you couldn't hold it much longer. you thrashed against his body as you screamed, his fingers didn't stop immediately milking you out of your orgasm. he pressed a kiss on your marked breast, his face hovered above yours as he slipped his slick coated fingers between his lips, slurping up all your arousal clean.
"good morning, my wife," his deep raspy voice greeted you with such excitement. the sunlight peaked through the curtain, illuminating his body, you couldn't help but to grunt annoyingly over how beautiful the man looked like. "morning," you grumbled, hand reaching forward to push the strays of his forehead, "you're too chirpy for my liking. can you go back to being asshole?" you let his lips showered your arms in kisses, from your wrist to your knuckles, to the tip of your fingers. your forehead scrunched in confusion as he rested your palm on his cheek.
"they told me i can't be mean to an expecting mother."
your face fell, shoving him off you as you sat up, "that's not funny, zenin." he lolled his head to side, cocking his head to the table on your side. your blood ran cold as you saw a letter folded neatly with your name on it. "naoya, it's not funny!" your voice cracked as you grabbed the letter. he was right.
your hcg level is high; you are pregnant.
"get out," you yelled, tossing the pillow straight to his face, "get out get out get out!"
it was rough couple of days. you kicked naoya out of your room. locking yourself in as you tried to comprehend the fact that you're carrying a child. he came by every hours or so, bringing you meal as you locked yourself in the bathroom out of spite. you don't want to see him but most of the time it was just your morning sickness. the twisting of the bathroom knob startled you, you forgot to lock it this time but you were emptying your stomach to even care at this moment.
"if you could've just eaten, this would be easier."
you hurled over the bowl, "shut up, it was your stupid cock that got me here."
of course, naoya laughed. you feel his kiss on your shoulder but you were too lazy to fight him. he took of your clothes, lifting you up to the shower where he sat you between his laps, gently running the water along your body. he took his time to lather soap all over your body, ignoring your protests as he gently massaged your legs and shoulders. you sescretly enjoyed his pampering. "you'll get wet," you grumbled, eyes closing as he slowly massaged your scalp. by this time you were sure he was as wet as you are.
"i don't mind," he said, nonchalantly, "my wife needs me."
my wife needs me, the words lingered in your brain as he rested you on the sink, gently patting your damp body with a warm towel. his silence were overwhelming, naoya has always been full of snide remarks. you clenched on the towel tightly, watching his back as he slowly shed off his wet clothes, wrapping a towel around his waist. you haven't see him naked in a while, in fact you haven't see him in awhile. he caught you staring, you didn't try to hide it. in fact, you missed him a lot.
"are you crying?" he teased as he tilted your chin up.
"fuck off."
"aww, does my wife missed me?" he cooed, lips ghosting just above your lips as his eyes bore deeply into yours. his eyes widened in excitement when you let of a yes, a chuckle escaped his lips as he hoisted you up from the sink to the bed, gently placing you on the newly made bed. he must've sent in a servant to replace the sheet while they were in the bathroom. naoya had planned it all from start. he fed you, clothed you before handling you the daily vitamins.
you stared down on colourful pills on your palm.
"it's good for the baby," he brushed a stray hair off your face, holding up a glass of water.
"what is it then? i'll eat it if you can tell me what it is," you asked, brows up in defiance. you know naoya zenin well, you fought him, you challenged him, you married and bed this man- he could never be a good husband, let along a father. this baby was a disaster waiting to happen. you wanted to be a mother, when time is right but you weren't sure if naoya is the best person to have one with. but what you were sure of was that he would not know what pills you were holding.
but you were wrong.
"that's folic acid and that one is iron supplement. you don't need much, that's what the doctor said for now, but we'll get you checked later if you need more. " naoya couldn't hold back the smile he had as he enjoyed the shock look on your face. sure, you were just someone he married out of spite, out of proving to his family that he's capable of ruling the zenin clan one day, but he had grown to love the baby he made in you and you; oh you were pain to tame but you're his pain, his pride and his joy.
"don't act so shock, you get 9 months to fuck me over with the baby. i don't know why you're so stubborn. i told you," he ran his fingers along your cheek and jaw, hooking it under your chin as he tilted your head up, "all you need to do is be my pretty little wife and i'll give you everything you want."
you cocked your brows up, clutching on his wrist, "everything? no limits? no question asked?"
"no question asked," he promised.
"i want natto, i want it so badly," you cooed, lips jutted forwards as you looked up to him pleading. he laughed, surprised that of all thing you would've asked, you asked for some stinky beans. you tugged on his collar, pulling him closer with a smile, "and then maybe," you bit your bottom lips, face warming up as you pull him closer, "maybe a kiss."
cockwarming with naoya. hehe got the image in my head. now it's in yours.
# thirsty hours with naoya
# cw. cockwarming, rough sex, brat taming
# part of the trophy wife collection
“stop moving.”
if not for your husband’s iron grip on your wiggling hips, his low growl definitely did the job into halting your movements. you’ve been embracing his dick with your warmth for half an hour now; out of desperation to at least touch him after not seeing him the whole day, but naoya headed straight to his office, jaw set tight and too bothered by paperwork to give in to your desires. you were lucky enough that he allowed you to even be in the same space as him, but then again, he wasn’t so insane of a man to deny his wife’s pleas to be of service to him.
you told yourself you were perfectly contented like this, small hands clutching onto his shoulders and his dick snug beneath your walls. naoya wasn’t even the least bothered as he continued to finish his work, a perfect actor in pretending like your weight wasn’t draped over him like a towel.
he was rock hard and throbbing inside you, the tip of his delicious cock hitting just the right spots, but not stimulating enough that you actually felt satiated.
you were obedient and a good girl for the most part – staying still with your mouth clamped shut, consciously breathing quietly as not to disturb your husband – but it only took a matter of minutes before you grew restless, impatient, and bratty. it started with a few experimental thrusts that you masked behind only moving for comfort, then you began to clamp down on him. your husband’s lips parted for a brief second before he had his full attention back to his work again. you knew you shouldn’t try unless you wanted to be punished; to be deprived of his touch for days or worse, weeks. it wasn’t beyond naoya to resist his own urges if it meant disciplining you, but you simply did not have enough patience today, head too dumb with cock that you forgot what he was capable of.
biting down on your lip, you finally hoisted upwards on his cock that was coated in your pussy’s drool. you slammed back down with all your weight and head thrown backwards, nails digging into his shoulders as you rolled your hips. you were too lost in the relieving sensations of finally getting what you wanted that his displeased threats fell on deaf ears, your cheek slamming back down on his cool desk in one quick movement as he fucked you from your behind.
“i thought i told you not to move,” he slapped your ass, causing the curves to swell at the same time he drove his hips in and out of you. torture, it felt like, that there was no build up at all and he was fucking into you with such a primal need that disregarded the sensuality you preferred. “why are you being such a fucking brat? are you too desperate to have your hole filled, hm?” moaning around him, naoya’s large palm came in contact with your rear one last time, dissatisfied about being ignored. “answer me!”
“s-sorry, sir,” you cried out, hands lamely flailing around to grab at something, anything. “just needed you, love, wanted you so bad. c-can’t sleep tonight without being filled.”
“fucking slut,” he licked at your ear as he bent forwards, your spine flattened down to the table until you could no longer move. in this position, naoya was free to take you as he pleased, and you bent over for him like the precious wife he prized you to be, proudly taking his fat cock with tears streaming down your ears. “what would you do without my cock? might as well just stuff you full until you’re pregnant, yeah? so don’t go crying on me now and fucking take it.”
instead of bakugo teaching us why not us teaching bakugou and he makes reader squirt😼😼😼 or deku they’re both hot asf -🧃🦕
✨nsfw below✨
“Move—move your fingers—ah!”
The little cry you gasp into the air, brings both pairs of eyes to your face. You can’t spread your thighs far enough to host two full, prohero-bulked bodies, so instead, they have you bent. One scarred hand squeezes your thigh, unconsciously inching your leg higher and higher into the air while completely absorbed in watching your cunt swallow finger after finger on the other man’s hand. The other man has your other leg rested over his shoulder while one of his hands curls into your sopping wet pussy.
“It’s twitching,” Izuku whispers, unable to tear his eyes from how your cunny sucks in Bakugou’s fingers. “And it’s—it’s—,”
“Drooling.” Bakugou finishes, just as amazed.
“Cu—curl your fingers,” you direct, “but gently. Not—not too fast and don’t—not too hard—oh. Ka—Katsuki! So good. Fuck me on your fingers so good!”
Katsuki preens at the praise, curling his fingers inside of you exactly how you tell him.
“Put your thumb on—right here.” You slip your fingers from your nipple and down to your clit. Izuku watches you rub the nub in circles with intense concentration, tries to burn the image of you rubbing yourself while grinding down on Kacchan’s hand into his mind.
“Izu,” you whine, hips thrusting into the push and pull rhythm of Katsuki’s fingers. “Please—I’m—,”
Izuku presses his thumb into your clit, rubs against it in circles with just the right pressure.
“Fuck!” You squeal, hands tightening in Izuku’s hair, “I—!”
Before you can warn them, you gush all arounud Bakugou’s fingers—all over his and Izuku’s faces. Your little cunt squirts for all she’s worth, twisting your guts enough to bring tears to your eyes. It drips down Bakugou’s wrist and Deku’s chin.
“Want you to do that around my dick.” Bakugou is shameless.
Deku nods in agreement, eyes dark and jaw slack. “And mine.”
Summary: Guren comes back from a hard mission, he’s bloodied and bruised and needy for your comfort after the horrors he’s seen in battle.
Word Count: 1,266.
Needy After A Hard Mission. (Guren Fluffy)
A deep sigh drifted from your lips as you sat crossed-legged on the soft, velvety mattresses that was tucked away in the corner of the room. The room was mostly dark, nothing but a small lamp emitting a soft gentle glow around you. The sweet smell of your bitter tea and the smell of the fresh winter air hit your nose as a draft carried a nice breeze against the harsh heater that sat opposite of you. You were sat up, a book on spellcrafts in your hands and the warm covers pulled mostly around your body. It was later into the night, Guren had promised to return tonight and as much as he told you not to stay up, you never did listen. You liked staying up, you enjoyed watching him come home after a long mission. Even if he was covered in blood, sweaty, and purely exhausted, to you there was nothing better than seeing Guren walk through the door and smile at you.
Glancing over at the clock that sat ideally by your cup of tea, the time read 2am. It was getting almost too late and a part of you, unfortunately, panicked at the idea that maybe Guren wasn’t coming home. Shaking the thought from your head you closed your book, placed it on the nightstand, and shut the lamp off. Snuggling down into the warm embrace of your covers, you stared up at the ceiling. This was your life and Guren’s life. The possibility that one of you may never come home, that risk was always looming over both of your heads. You had a tendency to take your time together for granted and never seemed to panic until it came to this. When you’re utterly alone and Guren promised to be back. An irritated groan erupted from your lips and you flopped onto your side, facing Guren’s pillow. “You’re such an idiot do you know that?! You make me worry day in and day out and for what? So you can get yourself killed without a stupid goodbye? It’s just... not fair.”
“I agree it’s not, it’s why I don’t plan on dying,” the deep voice rumbled from the shadows, startling you enough to force you upright and flustered out of sheer embarrassment. Of course, the moment you let your guard down does Guren waltz in. Perhaps he was always there and just waiting to pounce on you when the time struck, with Ichinose, anything was possible.
“Guren! You’re back! What took you guys so long?” You sheepishly gazed at the beautiful human who had come out from his hiding spot. He was bloodied and bruised, his uniform clinging desperately to areas where it had been torn open, clearly telling you that it was a rough couple of days. You frowned deeply, scanning him once more in case he was seriously hurt. “Any casualties?”
“Too many for what was suppose to be a simple order,” Guren mumbled softly, his hands methodically undoing his clothing and weapons belt, only to drop it carelessly to the floor. He rounded the corner of the bed to press a soft kiss to your lips before disappearing into the bathroom. The squeaking of the shower knobs rang out before the comforting sound of the shower started. Guren was only gone for what felt like a few minutes and once more did the love of your life reappear, except he less bloodied but all the more sorrowful. Guren slipped into bed, his arms automatically wrapping around you and pulling you close like you were his personal teddy bear. His deep breaths brushing over your hair while your cheek pressed against his collarbone, but most importantly, you placed a hand over his heart to remind yourself that he was still alive. Still alive and still warm beneath your touch.
“I never want to lose you.”
“Why do you say that?”
“I don’t ever want to lose you, (Y/N). So many people have died in my life. My mother, father, my squad, Shinya, Mahiru. If you died... I don’t know what I’d do with myself.”
“Guren, honey, what happened today?” You raised your head to peer at your soulmate only to find tears already spilling down his beautiful cheeks. Carefully wiping them off and gazing into violet eyes, you gave a soft smile
“I can’t handle being alone again,” he grumbled.
“Then I guess I’ll just have to stay alive for you, Mr. Ichinose.”
“Is that a promise?”
“Mmm, more like an order. I have a really stubborn colonel who wouldn’t like it if I died.”
A soft snort of laughter came from deep within his chest, “Sounds like a lucky man.”
“That he is, but I love him for it.”
Guren’s eyes scanned over your visage as if he was checking to make sure you were more okay than he was. Once satisfied, he dipped his head to kiss your soft lips gently. Both your hands that had been caressing away his tears came to cup his cheeks more firmly to allow the kiss to deepen.
“I really missed you, you idiot,” You murmured against his lips, one of your hands sliding into his blue-black locks and tightly grabbing a fistful of the locks while the other rested on the top of his back. A small grunt came from the man as he pressed himself a little closer and tilted his head to alleviate the pleasurable-pain you were causing, “I can tell. Already got your hands all over me, don’t ya?”
“Stop leaving for so long then. I’m too needy for that.” You whined gently, pursing your lips into a pout which only caused a bright smile to grace Guren’s lips. Rolling you and himself over till he was resting his body weight onto your front, his lips found their way to your neck and began to pepper kisses on the delicate flesh, “How much did you miss me?”
Your grip automatically tightened in his hair as his lips glided over a sweet spot, “Uhm… a lot.” You choked out dumbly, your mind too preoccupied with the feeling of his lips against your neck. You tilted your head back involuntarily to allow Guren better access as he bit down at the base of your throat, “Guren,” you warned, your hand now tugging on his hair while your hips pushed upwards against his own. He didn’t seem to care much for your warning, his tongue now bathing the sore spot to soothe it while he pinned your hips down with his own.
“I missed you a lot too,” his voice low and husky, bathing your wet skin with his warm breath causing you to shiver, “I missed you so fucking much. More than you could ever know, (Y/N).” Guren pressed his nose above the spot he had just marked, now shakily breathing against you before water began to slide down your throat, pooling onto your chest. For a moment you didn’t understand what he was doing, but soon it hit you.
He was crying.
His sobs were quiet, the only sound ever escaping him was short, soft gasps to greedily suck down air into his lungs. Yet, his body shook on top of yours, wrapping your arms around his middle to pull him closer and beginning to stroke his lower back, “I’ll always be right here, Guren, always. No matter what happens, no matter who dies, no matter how far you’ve lost yourself, you’ll always have a home to come back to. You’ll always have someone who loves you. You’ll always have me. I love you.”
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