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rapture

requested by ann!

pairing: bakugo x fem!reader

contains: smut, praise kink, size kink, breeding kink, mating press (ooh) aftercare at the end!

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a.n: head empty, its 2:30am here rn lul 

Eyes screwed shut in pain, you trembled above Bakugo’s cock, squeezing his biceps for balance. 

“Shit, baby, you’re doing so well,” he grunted, reaching behind him to grip the headboards.

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--i'm thinking about how intimate and hot it would be to share a shower with your pro hero husband, katsuki 🥺

j's harem: @awilddreamerwrites ; @miriobaby ; @bakugosbratx

--minors + ageless blogs DO NOT INTERACT!--

picture this:

you come home late at night after your shift at work. while checking your phone for any texts from your husband, you find it completely void of any notification banners and simply shrug in response.

you decide to treat yourself with a shower and proceed to undress, peeling off your clothes while tossing them to the side, knowing you'd deal with it later after you unwind a bit.

seeing your naked reflection in the mirror doesn't make you cringe with discomfort anymore, since you had such a loving husband who spoiled you daily. he will kiss every imperfection while proceeding to fuck you like the goddess you were.

with a satisfied smile on your face, you turn on your shower to the warmest setting before getting in, closing the glass door behind you. with a sigh, you allow the droplets to slide down your body as you moaned, feeling the warmth of the water ease your aching muscles.

once you felt comfortable, you proceed to wash your hair with the scented shampoo katsuki told you he loved, lathering yourself in the sweet scent as you thought about what to make him for dinner. you were humming your favorite song, unaware of the looming sihouette standing outside your shower stall.

you gasp when you heard the sound of the stall opening, only to visibly relax just seconds later upon seeing your dynamight standing naked in front of you.

wow, you couldn't wait until i was done, huh? shut up, i'm sweating and i feel disgusting. deal with it.

despite his harsh tone, the moment katsuki joins you, he proceeds to wash your hair while grunting at you to keep your eyes closed.

you couldn't help but let out a moan each time his large, calloused fingers scratched against your scalp. once your hair was washed, you decided to treat your husband as well, lathering his body in his signature body wash.

it didn't matter how many times you saw your husband naked, you would always be floored at how god-like he was. your katsuki was all muscles and broad shoulders, and you had no idea how you got so lucky to be with him as his wife.

as you washed him, your eyes caught sight of the way his cock seemed to harden a bit from your touches alone, making you lick your lips in response.

should i take care of that for you?

he grunts, ruby red eyes darkening with lust and adoration for you when he picks you up and pins you against the slick shower wall.

let me see if my little slut is even ready for my cock, you moan when he pushes a thick finger into your slickness, teasing you while letting out a string of curses when he sees how shiny you've made his fingers.

fuck the foreplay, let's get to straight fucking. i know that's what you like too, baby. he gives your waist two taps, signaling you to jump up a bit as he held on to you, allowing your legs to wrap around his waist as he pushes himself deep inside of you.

with a hand against the wall and another hand holding you against him, he proceeds to rut his hips rapidly in and out of you, the squelching sounds of your lovemaking causing you to toss your head back. you held on tightly to his shoulder, feeling your arousal come out of you in thick drips as your husband drilled himself into you.

i've been thinking 'bout how good you'd look swollen with a brat inside of you. with MY brat inside of you. your needy moans and the way you clawed at his back was all the answer he needed to know that you felt the same way.

god yes, katsuki! i want all your cum, i want you to give me a brat...the cutest brat ever, please daddy! make me a mommy!

he growls, kissing you deeply as he sheathed himself inside you for a few seconds longer before pulling all the way out and fucking himself into you once more.

then you better be a good babygirl and take all of daddy's cum...let's make our little brat and fill the whole damn world with 'em!!

your shower ends up being just a tad bit longer as you spoiled your husband, allowing him to press your more than willing form against the glass as he took you from behind, all while whispering praises in your ear and telling you how you were gonna be the best fucking mom ever.

--see you in the next wet dream 💥

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— “HAPPY FUCKIN’ FATHER’S DAY.” + BAKUGOU.

author’s notes: what was meant to be a short thirst brought us here, i hope you can enjoy. happy daddy day, i love you all n even if Father’s Day isnt the best for you all, just know ily and im proud of you.

cw: smut, mdni 18+, forced breeding, breeding kink, overstimulation, cumplay, kinda mentions baby trapping, bakugou uses some mean names, fem!reader.

but anyways bakugou getting tired of seeing all his pro hero friends with their stupid fucking kids on father’s day , sick of watching countless social media posts about mini versions of his friends hugging and kissing their precious daddies. cant admit to himself that he wants a little snot brat to show off, they’d be the best damn kid ever.

he wont admit he was too busy to try.

you don’t ever have plans on father’s day , katsuki knows that. you’ll go shopping, come home and snuggle up to him without a second thought. maybe make a comment about how cute eijirou’s little boy looked in his shark onesie, the spitting image of his father— you’d only say that because you had time to look on instagram while you grabbed a coffee.

but when you lay next to him on your couch, bakugou wonders if you ever stopped to look at the little baby boots before you headed back to your car in the mall parking lot. if you stopped by the midoriya’s and smelt the baby powder in their little one’s clothes when making your way back. so many ifs and so many buts, bakugou wonders what you’d say if he turned to face you right now and asked you for a baby.

but bakugou has never really been good at asking for things, hell he couldn’t even ask you to marry him right— demanding you take the fuckin ring that was way too expensive for just an engagement ring, but he liked the way it sat on your finger.

so he takes it, instead.

“you want my baby right? you gonna have my baby, bitch?” he curses to you, arm folded behind your sweaty back which he uses as leverage to fuck your cunt hard and fast, abusing your hole until it’s wet with your arousal and strings of it hangs from your plushy thighs. you sob, eyes read from crying and flesh stinging from the bruising grip bakugou has on you. “s’that even a question i needa ask? ‘course y’fuckin’ do, my girl wants my baby so fucking bad.”

you can’t speak, you can’t hear anything above the hard slapping of skin where katsuki’s balls, ripe for breeding, hit your swollen clit and his shaft throbs inside you— lining your ribbed walls with thick ropes of his cum for the third, fourth or maybe even fifth time. “nnghh, katsuki— right there, yeah i want it,” you cry out, clamping down on him with slippery walls, keeping bakugou deep in your pussy right where it feels good.

“hah? c’mon baby, speak a’lil louder fer me, yeah?” bakugou pants against the shell of your ear, rough palms cupping your throat to pull you further into him with every push of his cock into you. “can feel you clamping down on me, suckin’ me in like a selfish bitch. you wanna trap me, yeah? tie me down with a’lil brat, gimme a baby? y’know i can afford it, that’s right baby— ooh yeah, love the way you take this dick.”

shivering at the way bakugou licks salty tears from the apples of your cheeks, you dare to say more— feeling yourself stumble into an over stimulating high. “i want it katsuki, wanna make you a father...g-give you a baby,”

“that’s right, good girl. you’re g-gonna let me put a stupid brat in this tight, tight fuckin’ cunt,” katsuki attempts to mock you, growing dizzy from how you convulse around him when you cum— adding to the layer of opaque white that covers his dick and gathers at his base when he fucks into you.

but by the time he cums, you’ve lost count and bakugou won’t stop forcing thick ropes of hot seed deep into your heavenly pussy, bakugou’s sure he sees the high gates of heaven— white flashing behind his eyes while he pounds his release further up your walls. he holds you still by the hips, making sure all that he’s given to you on the couch sticks, gathering up the smallest globs that drop onto the fabric beneath you both and smears it into your clit.

“fuck yeah, happy fuckin’ father’s day to me.” bakugou slurs, finally collapsing on top of you.

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Mirio on the mind for some reason…

Mirio cockwarming you in a bathtub. He’s filling you up so well, watching you squirm and slightly move your hips wanting him to move his hips up—further kissing your cervix.

His large hands would run up against your wet skin, relishing in every curve, imperfection, mark, scar, etc. on your body. His lips would be connected with your neck gently nibbling your sensitive skin, whispering how good you are for him and how much you deserve this attention.

“My baby is such a beautiful hard worker. You just need to relax some. Lemme take care of you sunshine.”

You wouldn’t be able to get a word in from how often he’s capturing those lips of his. At this point the water in your bath would become cold. He’s definitely going to take his time with you, having you savor every brush, kiss and affection he has to offer.

And after your bath, he’s the one going to massage those lotions and creams on your skin, his hands firmly unknotting those painful cramps on your back, feet and legs. He wouldn’t be able to help himself grabbing a handful of your ass though.

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BNHA GUYS REACTING TO YOU DEEP THROATING THEM FOR THE FIRST TIME

w/ Katsuki, Eijirou, Shoto

note: all guys written about are aged up ofc!!

KATSUKI BAKUGOU

he imagined how it'd feel but wanted to throw the part of his brain that was responsible for imagination cause it didn't feel like how he thought it would

jesus fuck this man creamed as soon as he felt himself going deeper inside you than usual

and the moment you swallowed around him??? he just hopes you won't be talking too much tomorrow cause you won't be needing your voice after this lmao

"shit, what the fuck baby..." he groans, back arching as you shake your head slowly, pushing yourself lower even more to push him deeper.

and the look you give him?? those glassy, tear-stained eyes you have as you look up at him???

god that shit absolutely causes him to break.

he'll run his hand through your hair, clutching his fingers on it as he thrusts his entire length inside you

he's cumming one too many times inside your throat

moans, grunts, even babling. you hear it all.

KIRISHIMA EIJIROU

loses his reason

he goes absolutely feral the moment he sees his hair tickling the tip of your nose

he'll look at you with this innocent, surprised look with wide eyes, raised brows and a small o shaped mouth

but fuck right after the situation is settled in his head, he's fucking your throat the same way he'd fuck your cunt roughly

he uses two hands to hold your head in place as he uses you warm little throat for his own pleasure

and oh god when he cums and you swllow around him? when he feels your already tightly little throat tightening even more around his length?

"you just keep surprising me every night with something new, huh?" he chuckles darkly, combing your hair up, taking the hair tie from your wrist to tie around your hair

he leans back, using his elbow to support himself on the bed. "put that little erogenous zone to work."

TODOROKI SHOTO

this man is all about soft grunts during sexual activities, but the moment you push his tip past your usual soft palate andpast that, letting it enter untouched waters, you got yourself a loud moan

not only does his moan resonate around the room for the first time since you guys started having sex, but it's also his first time cumming so quickly

you pull away, swallowing his load as you look up at him with wide eyes

"Did you just-"

"Open your mouth." He orders, pushing your lips open. "This little thing will be doing one thing tonight and one thing only." He pushes his cock inside you, slowly feeling as he pushes down your throat

"And it won't be talking."

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Deep throat

summary: Mina bets you 1000 yen that you can't finish the ice cream you're eating in 10 seconds, you prove her wrong.

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warnings: degrading, name calling

You and the 1A girls are in the lounge room with a few of the boys, watching TV and talking amongst yourselves. "I'm gonna go get some snacks, any of you want anything?" You ask, standing up.

"Can you get me an ice cream sandwhich please?" Momo asks, raising her hand. "Ooh! Ooh! I'll have an ice cream sandwhich too!" Hagakure raises her hand and you smile at gow adorable she is.

"Two ice cream sandwiches coming up!" You chirp, turning to walk to the kitchen. "I want an ice cream sandwhich too, y/n~" Mineta pokes your thigh when you pass by him.

"The fuck do I look like to you? A slave? Go get it yourself." You answer him, your voice monotonous as you keep your eyes in front of you, not once giving him a glance.

Mineta points at you and looks at Katsuki with teary eyes, "She- YOUR GIRLFRIEND'S TOO MEAN, BAKUGOU!" He yells to which the boys laugh at. "Tch." Bakugou rolls his eyes, returning his attention back to the TV.

When you come back, you have two ice cream sandwhiches in one hand and a vanilla ice cream in a stick in the other. You sit back down on your seat, handing the ice creams to your two friends, finally opening your own right after.

"Y/n, I have a challenge for you." Mina points, smile coated with something that screams 'bad idea'. But hey, your boyfriend's been rubbing off on you lately and now you can't seem to back down from even the smallest challenge.

"Alright, what is it?"

"If you can finish that ice cream in under ten seconds," Mina pulls out money from her pockets. "I'll give you five hundred yen."

"Look I may seem like the type who won't back down from a challenge but that's gotta be the most stupid thing-"

"I'll make it a thousand."

"Start counting, sister."

Mina hops off her seat, sitting right in front of you as she takes out her phone for the alarm app. "Ready?" She asks, her eye brows wiggling teasingly.

As soon as you nod, Mina taps on her phone. You feel the eyes of your classmates on you, suddenly they were intrigued by how this silly challenge would end.

It ended easily and quickly, to be honest. You tilted your head back and pushed the ice cream into your mouth, feeling the tip hit the back of your throat thought you continue to pudh it even deeper, stopping when you feel the wood of the ice cream's stick in between your lips. You use your lips as stoppers for the ice cream to stay in your mouth and you start to pull the stick out. Although the ice cream was a pretty big size and some of them squeezednout from the corners of your mouth, you casually wiped them off and swallowed the cold dessert.

You tilt your head forward, looking at Mina dead in the eye as you held up the stick in front of her and opened your mouth, showing off it's emptiness.

"5 seconds." You raises your brows, a smug smile infiltrating your lips. The smile doesn't last long when you notice the whole lounge room has gone quiet. You look around and see your classmates have surprised looks on their faces, the girls looked impressed and some of the guys looked away with red ears. Your boyfriend, Katsuki, looked like his life just flashed before his eyes.

"What?" You ask, giving the pink girl a raised brow. "Y/n..." she places a hand on your shoulder, "Be honest. How many boyfriends have you had-?"

"Alright, that's it!" Katsuki shouts, jumping from his seat and taking two long strides to you, bending over to places his hands around your waist, pulling you up to stand. "I already know what kind of questions you're going to ask her, alien eyes. Don't." He begins pulling you by your hand away feom the class. You stumble a few times, telling him to slow down but he doesn't listen. He pushes the elevator buttons, waiting patiently for it to open and when it does, he shoves you inside, his lips immediately latching on your neck.

"You like showing off to people how good your mouth takes cock, hm? You fucking slut." He growls into your skin, biting on it as his hands find their way in between your thighs, squeezing them.

You squeeze your thighs together, pulling your boyfriend closer as you rock your hips at the feeling of his hand teasing your dampening cunt.

"Look at you, fucking grinding on my hand like a whore. Is this who you truly are, hmm? You wanna be a sex slave for your master?" Butterflies erupt in your stomach at your boyfriend's choice of words. You pull him into a deep kiss, whimpering when the feeling of his hot tongue exploring your wet cavern and two of his fingers pressing against your wet folds overwhelm you.

The elevator dings and you whine as your boyfriend pulls away from you, walking to his door. He puts in his password, marching inside with you in toll.

"On your knees." He orders and immediately, without a second thought, you're on your knees. You can feel your slick dripping down your thighs and onto your boyfriend's floor as you watch him undo his pants, letting them pool around his ankles.

He shows off his strained cock inside his underwear, the tip causing a certain area of the underwear to go damp. You swallow thickly, your fingers making quick work of pulling his underwear down, his cock springing free.

You lick your bottom lip, taking his cock in your hands as you look up, pressing a kiss on its side. Katsuki hisses at the contact, his hand combing through your hair, tugging on it as you begin sliding your hot tongue up and down his shaft, following some of the prominent veins on his member.

"Stop fucking teasing and-" Katsuki lets out a strangled moan, "-and fucking suck my cock already."

He doesn't ask you to do so a second time, you're immediately taking his cock in your mouth, pushing your face closer to your boyfriend's pelvis as you feel his tip his the back of your throat. You hear him hiss, making you look up.

The way you look right now pushes Katsuki to the edge, his hips bucking as white ropes of cum are released inside your throat. Your hands fly to his thighs, you're completely taken aback by his sudden high. You lush yourself off, coughing a little as you wipe some spit and cum off the sides fo your lips.

"Baby, what the hell?" You look back up at him and you whimper. The look he has on his face right now, the red flush across his face and ears, the drool threatening to fall down the edge of his lower lip and his vermillion eyes that hold so much lust.

"You remember your tap signals?" He asks, chest rising and falling deeply. You nod slowly, feeling your cunt get wetter at the sight of your boyfriend being so turned on right now.

Slowly, he takes you by the head, pressing his cock on your lips. "Open up, doll." He orders and you follow obediently, taking his cock in your mouth. He pushes himself even deeper inside you, burying every bit of his length in your throat until your nose is against his unshaven area.

You look up at him with tears pooling your eyes, moving your head up and down, taking his entire length slowly again and again asbyour fingers begin teasing and playing with his sac.

Your eyes are on his face the whole time, the expressions he make; closing his eyes, biting his lip, breathing deeply and especially when he scrunches his brows together.

"Fuck, doll..." He breathes out, slowly rocking his hips with your pace. "You're such a cockslut, aren't ya?" He chuckles deeply, his pace slowly quickening.

"Ah, shit! You're making me crazy, doll." He looks down at you, his thumb caressing your cheek as his thrusts are becoming more relentless. Your throat begins to hurt but you can't stop, you can't seem to do the taps on his thighs cause you don't want to, it feels too good, his cock down your throat has your needy cunt squeezing at nothing and becoming even more needy.

Katsuki's loud moans cause you to moan as well, the vibrations pushing katsuki even closer to his high. One of your hands trail down your pussy, drawing circles and massaging it as you follow your boyfriend to his high, wanting to cum together with him.

"Doll I'm close, I'm so fucking-" you feel a knot forming in your stomach. You close your eyes, letting the tears fall as you listen to your boyfriend moan loudly, the knot becoming undone in your stomach when you feel his hot seed in your throat. Your pussy clenches ariund your fingers and you moan around his cock, your hips rocking back and forth on your own hand.

"You were touching yourself this whole time, huh?" Katsuki smirks, pulling his cock out of your mouth. He pulls you up by your arm, leading you to his bed. He pushes you on it, pressing his lips on yours. Both of your tongues dance in sync, the wet muscles pushing against each other as Katsuki's hand roams freely all over your body.

"Fuck, I can taste myself in you." He pants, licking his lips as a wide smile appears. "Want me to fuck you, hmm, doll? Want me to make you my fuck toy? My slut?" He shoves his hand inside your underwear, his fingers pressing against your entrance.

You whine, your back arching as your arms fly around his neck. "I'm already... your fuck toy," You moan when he pushes a finger inside you, "I'm already... your slut."

Bakugou just snaps.

"You already are, huh." He pulls his finger out of your needy cunt, roughly taking your shorts and underwear off of you. He throws them away, spreading your legs as he places his cock on your throbbing cunt.

"Want this cock, doll? You want it?"

You nod needily, biting on your lower lip as your eyebrows scrunch together. "Yes, 'Suki. I want your cock so fucking bad right now." You breathe out, gasping when you feel the head of his cock in your entrance.

Karsuki smirks and lets out a scoff, pushing his entire length inside you. You grasp onto the bedsheet, letting out a loud moan at the feeling of being so full so quickly.

"Color." He demands, folding both your legs as he positions you into a mating press.

"Green." You whine.

Katsuki snaps his hips into you, this kind of roughness is something you've never felt before. It feels too good, you feel so full and he's hitting your spot every single time, it's driving you insane.

"Oh! K-Katsuki! Fuck! More! More!" You moan out, your toes curling and your fingers digging deeper into the cushion. Your boyfriend snaps his hips faster and stronger, making sure his pelvis is hitting your ass.

"Y-you're such a fucking," he grunts, "slut."

"For you, oh fuck for you." You moan out, nearing your high. Your breathing begins to quicken as a second knot forms inside you. Katsuki hisses at how your pussy begins to clamp down on him, pushing him to his high as well.

"'Suki! I'm close!" You yell and Katsuki brings your ankle on his shoulder, kissing it before thrusting into you again. He holds onto your arm, the movement of his hips getting faster until your knot unties. Katsuki helps you ride out your orgasm, taking his member out and cumming all over your stomach and chest, decorating you with white ropes of cum.

The both of you pant, staying in that position for a few moments before Katsuki leans over, kissing you deeply.

You pull away for a moment, "Your friends." Katsuki looks at you with a raised brow, "What about them?"

"They're right outside our door."

Katsuki looks up at the door, lips tugging into a frown when he hears shuffling from the other side. "Alright," He says, putting on his clothes.

"Where are you going?" You ask, sitting up. "I'm about to teach some brats a lesson about privacy." He answers, smoke starting to come out from his hands.

"Hey, before that..." Katsuki turns around to look at you, "Can you please take care of me first?" You ask, tilting your head to the side.

Katsuki immediately goes into soft mode and scoops you in his arms, taking you to the bathroom. "Anything you want, baby."

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summary: You got hit by a libido-increasing quirk after raiding a villain's camp and the first person's scent you smell after causes your sex drive to increase for that person. Your boyfriend just thinks you think he smells bad and has been feeling horrible about it.

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warnings: oral (f! & m! receiving)

a/n: i had an afternoon nap ('t was 4 hrs long idk if it's considered a 'nap') and dreamt of this hnnnnggg i had to share it to u guys

You've been covering your nose when you were around your boyfriend and it's starting to make him a little self conscious about himself. Did he smell bad? He thought you loved his smell though?

"Hey shitty hair. Do I smell bad?" Katsuki asks, feeling the warm water run down his body. Your class had just finished training for today and now you were all asked to freshen up before dinner.

"What are talking about Bakubro? You /always/ anell like sweet caramel. Especially when you sweat. Why do you ask?" The redhead asks and usually Katsuki would tell him to mind his own business, but he figured that he's nineteen years old now and he should act more like an adult.

You had taught him that opening up about his feelings is nothing to be embarrassed about and he's now currently working on being more open. "It's just..." He starts, "Y/n has been covering her nose with her handkerchief everytime she's near me."

"But Y/n loves how you smell? Isn't that why she was attracted to you in the first place?" Eijirou points out, lathering the soap all over his body, cleaning every spot so he won't end up smelly later tonight.

When Katsuki doesn't answer, Eijirou took this as an opportunity to try to lift his best friend's spirits up. "Look bro, there's nothing a good talk can fix. Communication is key for every relationship to work." Eijirou speaks in a matter-of-fact tone, to which Katsuki scoffs at. "Preach about that to me when you've asked Mina out." He says before leaving the shower rooms to get changed.

The blond walks to the kitchen, feeling refreshed and ready for dinner. He watches as you help around, setting the table for everyone. He walks up to you, hands in his pockets. "Y/n." He calls out.

You turn your head to the side, jumping in surprise before turning your head to the side. Katsuki can see your chest visibly rise as you hold in your breath. Now that was just insulting.

Did you really hate how he smelled that much?

His expression falls before he turns around and walks back to the direction of the elevator, spirit crushed. This went unnoticed by you as you were too busy holding your breath and thinking of things other than Katsuki's smell.

By the time you noticed Katsuki had left, Eijirou has his hand on your shoulder. "Hey, Y/n..." You turn around to face him and he looks really worried. "If you think Bakugou smells so bad to the point that you won't even breathe when he's around, then I think you should just tell the guy. Every time you cover your nose or hold your breath when you're with him really insults him and he's been feeling really bad about it lately." The red head scratches his nape, his face turned away.

"Wait- he thinks I think he smells bad?" You ask, furrowing your brows. "Why else won't you breathe near him?" Eijirou raises a brow to which you close your eyes at, clenching your jaw.

"This has been a very big misunderstanding." You say before walking towards the elevator, pressing on the floor of where Katsuki's room was at. You quickly pace to his door, mentally preparing yourself before knocking on his door.

"What?" His usual harsh tone goes straight through the door. "Suki? It's me, I think we need to have a talk."

"We can talk this way perfectly fine. I wouldn't want you passing out from holding in your breath since you absolutely hate breathing the same air as me." He sarcastically spits.

"Bakugou Katsuki open this door right now so we can clear this misunderstanding." You demand, the other side of the door growing quiet before you hear some shuffling and finally, your boyfriend is opening the door for you.

His caramel scent that wafts inside his room hits you like a boulder and you have to clench your jaw as well as roll your hands into fists to try and control yourself. "What?" He asks, crossing his arms in front of his chest.

He's wearing a black tank top and black basketball shorts to match that clung onto his body like air, showing off his body that has been sculpted by three years of hard work, training and exercises.

You push your hand against his chest, pushing him back into his room as you close the door behind you. You keep your eyeso n his face, swallowing thickly as your palms clammed up.

"Remember that raid we did a week ago?" You ask, turning your head to the side to at least try to block off his scent. He clicks his tongue, "Yeah, of course I do. After that you came to the conclusion that you didn't want to inhale the same air as me."

You glare at him, "I got hit by a libido-increasing quirk which will depend on who's scent I smell first right after the quirk hit me. I got knocked out and you carried me to the medics." You explain, your face flushing deeply as well as your ears.

"Then- then why didn't you say anything-?"

"Fine, that part was my fault! I thought it'd go away but it didn't."

"Then why didn't you tell the pros? Or at least me?"

"/Because!/ It's embarrassing." You furrow your brows, "If I told the pros, they'll have to know that I have to have sex with Katsuki Bakugou, age nineteen, class 3A, quirk explosion, hair color ash-blond, height six-one."

"Why didn't you tell me?" He asks, tone a bit softer than before. "I checked your schedule and found out that you were very busy this week. I didn't want to be a hindrance to you."

He takes a step forward, his scent driving you crazy as he backs you up onto the door. "Well, it's a friday night and we get the whole day off tomorrow." He places his hands loosely on your waist. He leans in, running his lips over the side of your neck softly, making you taking in his scent. "What do you say? Need my help with your quirk problem?"

He pulls away, vermilion eyes boring deep into yours. His scent causes you to grow hazy as you reach your hands to his nape, hooking them on his shoulders to pull him towards you. You lean in towards him, burying your nose onto the crook of his neck as you begin grinding your cunt onto his thigh. "Mmmmhhh, fuck yes please." You whisper, pressing your lips onto his.

The feeling of finally being able to kiss your boyfriend after a week of no touching-literally- feels like an explosion of many things; relief, happiness, excitement and most of all, lust.

You feel him snake his beefy arms around your waist, pulling you towards him as you comb your fingers through his hair, your tongues playing wrestle before he's sucking on your lower lip.

The two of you pull away for air, looking into each other with eyes a dark shade of lust. A soft growl slips from his lips as he presses his lips on yours again, his hands going on either side of your thighs, lifting you up as you casually wrap your legs around his waist.

He moves his hips, grinding onto you until even the shorts you're wearing are damp from your slick. "You smell so good Suki." You breathe out, letting him carry you in that position to his bed. He lays you down gently, one hand supporting his weight and the other exploring your body.

"I can finally fucking touch you." He growls onto your lips, leading kisses down to your jaw and neck, lapping his tongue over your sweet spot as his hands lift your tank top up, exposing your bra. Katsuki leaves the sensitive area of your neck to explore the hills of your breasts instead, sucking onto the soft skin as he takes you by your waist, flipping the two of you around.

As you lay on top of him, he skillfully unhooks your bra with one hand, letting your breasts fall unsupported when he pushes your bra upward. He takes a nipple into his mouth, his hot cavern causing you to arche your back, the feeling of pleasure absolutely mind-blowing.

He takes the bud in between his teeth, the mixed feeling of pain and pleasure causing you to mewl lightly as he kneads your ass with his big hands. As he busies his mouth with your breasts, his fingers slip underneath your shorts and panties, squeezing and massaging your ass before you push yourself off of him.

"You've been smelling so good this week. Everytime I got back to my dorm I couldn't help but touch myself thinking of you." You say, crawling backwards and off the bed, never breaking eye contact with your boyfriend. You place your hand on the tent of his shorts, your fingers hooking themselves onthe waistline, pulling his shorts down along with his underwear, causing his cock to spring up.

You take his member in your hand, Katsuki hissing at the feeling of your soft hand around his cock, puming it as the other fondles with his balls. You lean in, doing kitten licks on the tip before wrapping your lips around his pre-cum and saliva soaked head. You pull away, chuckling. "Salty caramel." You hum before taking as much of him as you can, feeling your pussy drip at the feeling your boyfriend's cock in your mouth.

You bob your head a few times, licking the underside of the cock before going back to pushing him deep inside your mouth. You bob your head, hands busying themselves with his sac as you push your head even deeper, feeling his tip reach the middle part of your neck.

Katsuki pushes himself up, leaning on his elbow as one hand combs through your hair, the warmth of your throat around his cock pushing him over the edge.

"Fuck baby, deep throat me one more time." He pants and you do as you're told, his scent causing your head to go haywire as the feeling of him shooting his warm load down your throat. You roll your eyes back, the discernment of having your mouth full of your boyfriend's cock while your throat caters his cum has your walls fluttering.

You pull away, opening your mouth and pushing your tongue out to show you've swallowed every last drop. Katsuki smiles, cupping your jaw and pulling you into a hot kiss, tasting himself on your tongue.

He pulls away, noting how your pupils are dilated, pushing the reaction as an effect of the quirk. He flips the two of you once more, pulling your shorts and panties down. "Look how wet you are." He presses two fingers onto your wet cunt, soaking them in between your folds, earning a moan from you before bringing them back to his mouth, sucking his fingers clean.

"Mmmm, you taste amazing baby." He groans, lowering himself so his face is leveled with your cunt. You suck in a breath, feeling his hot breath fan against your hole as you hear him snicker. "Look how desperate your hole is- clenching around nothing with just the feeling of my breath on it." He grins sadistically, immediately pressing his lips and tongue onto your sex.

You arche your back, your hands flying to comb themselves through his hair as your toes point. His tongue slides itself in between your folds, as you feel his nose rubbing against your clit. Katsuki fucking you with such a wet and warm muscle has you reaching your orgasm much faster than either of you expected. You walls clench around his soft muscle, earning a surprised sound from him as he sucks at your slick, pulling away once you've finished.

He lets go of your legs, letting them fall to the sides as you pant, embarrassed by how quick it took for you to cum. "Just how needy are you for me, baby?" He asks, kneeling on the bed to take off his tank top before pushing his shorts and underwear a little to drop them on the floor. "So much." You blurt out, lust clouding your mind.

"Then I'm sure you won't mind if I do this." He grabs you by your waist, pulling you towards him as he pushes his cock inside you, your tight walls stretching with every inch of him entering you. "Oh fuck!" You cry out, the pain and feeling of being stretched out by your boyfriend's cock driving you wild.

"But I just- came!" You yell. "You say that, but you're pulling at my hips." Katsuki points out, chuckling.

"Just- shut the fuck up and- oh god- fuck me already!" You whine, earning a deep chuckle from the blond. He leans into your ear, nibbling you helix. "As you wish." He whispers, thrusting his hips once.

Your eyes widen as your mouth forms an O. You grab on his biceps, digging your nails on them as your legs part even more, wanting to feel your boyfriend more. His thrusts become much deeper and rougher, Katsuki pushes himself up, pressing your legs your chest, pressing you into a mating press.

"Mmmff- fuck Katsu!" You moan loudly as he lets go of your legs, flipping the two of you around. As you support yourself on top of him by staying on your knees and elbows, he thrusts relentlessly inside you in the new position, his cock reaching places he couldn't reach in the other position.

He pushes himself up, sitting you on his lap as he watches you bounce on his cock greedily, watching as your tits bounced everytime you did. Riding him had you feeling fuller than ever, your mind reaching a state of nirvana as you fuck yourself even deeper with your boyfriend's cock, the movement of your hips becoming sloppier and messier as you feel your orgasm slowly creeping up to you.

"I'm close- god i'm close." You whisper, letting him wrap his arms around your waist, pulling you closer. Your nails dig at his back as he thrusts inside you, already starting to stand as your legs wrapped themselves around his waist, pulling your hips closer to him everytime he thrusts up inside you so the two of you were in the same rhythm.

"God, fuck, Suki. I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum!" You pant, cupping his jaw and pulling him into a kiss, your tongues dancing with each other in sync as you feel one thrust is deeper than the others, pushing you over into your orgasm. You moan loudly, the way your walls clenched around Katsuki's cock has him moan loudly.

"Fuck you're milking me so good baby." He moans, thrusting slowly as the two of you ride your orgasms before he sets you on the bed. The two of you pant, the air's scent a mixture of caramel and sweat.

"Would it make me a bad boyfriend to say I really want you to get hit by that quirk again so we can fuck like this one more time?" He asks, face buried on your neck. You chuckle at his words,

"Mmmm, just one more time?"

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KATSUKI BAKUGOU 1.1k words

warning: degrading, overstimulation (kinda?)

A/N: lmk if I should add any more warning

Katsuki had a stressful day at work and didn’t feel like doing anything when he got home. It just happened to be on that day that you were feeling needy and wanted a release.

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Commission for ✨ anon by @succu6us

Pairing: Dragon King!Katsuki Bakugou x Reader

Genre: nsfw / smut

Warnings: clear D/s, cursing, fingering, penetration, teasing, spanking, facefucking/oral (Reader giving), squirting, praise kink, breeding kink, overstimulation, dirty talk, choking/neck grabbing, unprotected sex

Word Count: 3,187

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Tattered Remains of Broken Dreams (Yours, not Mine)

This is based off a prompt I came across. It’s a one-shot. @virgil-is-a-cutie​ and @thyladyanput​. Hope you two like lit.

The pieces were scattered across her desk. Marinette had known something was up the moment she stepped into the classroom. Everyone had gone quiet. A few had glared at her. Some had snickered. And they all watched as she walked to her desk.

Nathanial had tried to wave her down; shaking his head with sorrow in his eyes. He had gotten there a few minutes before she did.

It took her a few seconds to recognize what the torn pieces of what had been weeks of hard work.

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I made this!

Ever get that bug and you have to write something so it’ll get out of your head and let you sleep? Well, that just happened to me. Thanks to @arylace for liking this.

This is a one-shot and won’t be continued. 

He Can Only Blame Himself

She walked past all of her now former coworkers. Most were sad to see her go, some risked getting up from their cubicles to give her a hug and a business card of someone they thought might be hiring.

A few were glad to see her go and took a spiteful glee in her departure. Some were jealous of her talent, some were angry she wouldn’t date them and a few just took pleasure in the misery of others.

She ignored the whispers as the elevator doors closed.

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Marinette: Stone Cold

Ok so i love this prompt but it took forever to get to. And as soon as I did its like suddenly I was swamped with everything. So frustrating. But I finally finished it. And I love it. @vixen-uchiha​

              Marinette was six-years-old when her parents died in a car crash. She had been at school when the vice principle, Mrs. Valmontes, stopped by and pulled her out of class. The little black haired girl had known something was wrong instantly as Valmontes had smiled just a little hard at her and much more gently than what she was known for.

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Best Birthday Wishes

Quick one shot. I rushed through at work. Nothing special. But I thought this was a decent idea.

           It took less than a year for Lila to make due on her promise to turn the class against her. Most of her former friends would go out of their way to avoid her. Some took the cowards way out and just did nothing; Adrien and Rose. A few went out of their way to bully Marinette in a misguided idea of revenge; mostly Alix, Kim and Alya. The ice-out got even worse when Marinette resigned from being class president and no one (Lila) could managed to manage to do the job as successfully as she did. School field trips were with really bad or just cancelled altogether. School dances sucked. Fundraisers always fell short. No one would speak to Marinette because, as Alya said, if she just stopped being such a brat none of this would’ve happened.

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Don’t Mess With My Daughter- ML Prompt 2

The Second in my prompts. I just  want to state that this isn’t related to the first Prompt 1. Both are one shots and most of the story with the title ML Prompt will not be related unless it states otherwise. Anyway, I will happily tag anything who wants to read them as a few people asked me to tag them in my next work, which is this. @ravennm84​ I hope you enjoy it :D also warning. This be salty but a happy ending… for Marinette anyway…

Don’t Mess With My Daughter

Sabine frowned as Marinette came into the bakery with her shoulders slouched. She walked over and gave a gentle kiss on her cheek as she greeted her before heading back into the apartment. Sabine sighed softly as she frowned. Marinette was usually so full of energy and creativity but recently, she seemed drained for lack of better term. She had dark circles around her eyes and her skin seemed to lack it’s glow. She was getting worst at getting up to get ready for the day to the point where it seemed like that she was trying to avoid going to school. Sabine was confused as to why. Chloe had calmed down on her bullying and was getting better and Marinette had friends such as Alya and the girls. not to mention her crush was attending the school. Sabine smiled and thanked the customer before continuing with her work. Tom shoot her a kind smile as they worked before it began to quiet down and her mind fluttered back to Marinette. She believed her and Tom were good parents and that Marinette could come to them if she needed their help. Her mind flashed back to the day Marinette got expelled. She frowned as she thought about it. It was a few weeks before then that Marinette started to act stranger then usual but that day seemed to the catalyst of a sort. Marinette hasn’t been the same since. Sabine sighed gently and began to close up the shop. Once that was done, her and Tom headed up to the apartment and into the living room. To her surprise, they found Marinette curled up on the sofa asleep. Her phone was laid next to her. Sabine smiled softly and moved the blanket over her before picking up her phone. She went to place it on the coffee table but a message came through, showing the phone was unlocked. Sabine frowned as she saw the message.

FoxyWifi: Maybe the reason why you’re ignoring me is because you did it. I hope so, bitch

Sabine frowned deeply at the message. She knew FoxyWifi was Alya’s chat name but why was she calling Marinette bitch and what did she mean by did it. She frowned and pressed the icon, revealing the chat between Alya and Marinette. She scrolled up to the chat and began to read the messages.

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Marinette Family Court Reveal

After the overwhelming resonse I received from Marinette Family Court Circus, how could I not write a sequel? This story focuses more on what was going on with the class and what they’re seeing on the news. There will be some salt coming, so have a glass of water on hand. Anyways, Warm-Fuzzies and please enjoy!!

The class was in a state of shock. In the span of 24 hours, there was so much joy and tragedy. Gathered at Alya’s apartment, they watched TVi news as Hawkmoth and Mayura were unmasked as Gabriel Agreste and his assistant, Nathalie. The class was in an uproar for a while, wondering if Adrien had been involved.

Lila shed tears, real ones, at the loss of her modeling job and the chance to keep Adrien as a trophy boyfriend. Now, he was useless to her. Anything to do with him would be toxic to her reputation, her only chance was to use her tears and claim that she’d had no idea that he was involved in such things. That he must have been trying to use her to get close to her mother to have international backing. Luckily, her classmates were such sheep that no one questioned what she said. They just comforted her, even ignoring the announcement of Adrien being exonerated of any charges, beyond a reasonable doubt, a few hours later.

The following day in class, Mme. Bustier came in and announced that not only had Adrien been pulled out of school for his own safety, but Marinette would not be attending for a while. “I’m afraid that she was in a terrible accident and has been put in the hospital.”

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Yeah, I’m done

I got in this prompt in November, if I remember right. I didn’t really look at it because… What the hell is a fall out fic?!!! I thought maybe it meant Lila exposed but I’ve done quite a few of those. However, I don’t really think I ever focused on it too much; usually, I stray to all the wonderful things Marinette does without them. This came from someone anonymous so It’s not like I can just ask the sender… SO I decided to wing it.

Marinette could honestly say she had waited a very long time for Lila to be exposed as the liar she was. Over a year in fact. A very long fourteen months.

           If Marinette was honest with herself, she would also add that she stopped waiting for any reason other than the fact she hated lies about… seven months, three days, and seven hours ago.

           Why did she remember that so well?

           That was the moment Marinette stopped trying to save everyone. Don’t get her wrong; she was still Ladybug. Ladybug was still a kickass hero. She did her job better than ever before.

           However, Marinette decided to take a step back, breathe, and let the chips fall where they may.

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Oh Lady Luck (How I miss you so!)

Okay; first off. I hated this. I had a massive case of writer’s block while doing it and lost inspiration near the end.

Oh Lady Luck (How I miss you so!)

           Bustier’s class was the luckiest in school, everyone knew it. They got to go on the most amazing trips, win contest after contest, competition after competition, met all sorts of celebrities, frequently got to meet Ladybug, through the best dances and school plays, and always seemed to have a pep in their step. Anything any of the students went after they always managed to get. Everyone knew Bustier’s class was the luckiest in school. Then one day that changed dramatically.

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Truth is Subjective

            This post is based off a prompt by #galahadwilder. I give all credit to them for the idea.

This did not turn out the way I wanted it to. AT ALL. I completely missing the mark; or in this case prompt. I couldn’t figure out how to make it work like I had envisioned when I first read the prompt. And now I’m just like ugh. L

When Ladybug saw Alya frantically waving her down from where she was on top of her apartment roof. It was, nearly after midnight. She just finished off an Akuma. However, emotions had been running high among the students in her class so Ladybug didn’t hesitate to see what was wrong. Alya made not have been her best friend, or any type of friend, anymore but Ladybug was still a hero.

           A hero who was not happy to see Lila Rossi standing next to her.

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After Lila's lies are revealed, the class expects forgiveness from Marinette. They're forced to take a good hard look at themselves when it doesn't come

Alya practically crashed into her, enveloping her in a hug.

“I’m so sorry!” Alya cried, almost bawling. “I should have…I’m so sorry!”

“We all are.” Nino added from a few steps behind.

There were murmurs and choruses of the affirmative from the rest of the class that now formed something of a semi-circle around them.

“Can you ever forgive me?” Alya asked.

In a perfect world, Marinette would have said yes. She would have proclaimed it in an instant, hugged Alya back, and smiled brightly at the rest of the class.

This was not a perfect world.

There was a long pause. Something felt wrong.

It took Alya a moment to realize that Marinette wasn’t hugging her back—her arms remaining limply at her sides.

Unsettled, she stepped back and looked at her friend. Marinette was…hesitant. Uncertain. Anxious. She hadn’t looked this way since they had first met…and then lately as Lila was succeeding in alienating her from the class.

But it was find now, right?

“Marinette?”

Right?

Marinette bit her lip, finally meeting Alya’s eyes.

“I…I don’t think I can.”

The class froze.

“M-Marinette?”

She looked away, uncertain. “Well…I’m glad you know now. The truth, I mean.”

That class watched her twiddle her thumbs nervously before looking back at them.

“But that hasn’t really changed anything.”

“Not changed—Marinette, that changed everything!” Alya exclaimed.

“Why? Because now you know that how you treated me wasn’t okay?”

Alya flinched—actually flinched. Marinette had ever snapped at her like that.

“But…I…we didn’t know before!”

“You should have. I warned you. Several times. I pointed out how her stories had more holes than Swiss cheese and it didn’t matter.”

“But that was just—” Alya suddenly froze, realizing what she was about to say.

Unfortunately, Marinette did as well. “Just me?”

The class as a whole winced, confirming the truth for her.

Marinette nodded, understanding.

“I don’t blame you for believing her. I mean—I can’t really blame you for that. But I would have thought at the very least that after the elections, the class photo, and…everything…I thought that I at least had your trust.”

“What, are you owed our belief now?” Alix questioned, angrily and defensive.

“No, but if we were any sort of friends, I should have been given consideration. And…none of you considered me. Even before Lila started lying about me, you guys pushed me to the back corner and dismissed me out of hand. None of you tried to talk to me. None of you were willing to even listen to me.” She hesitated, taking a breath. “And I’ve noticed that…maybe that’s happening a bit more than it should.”

“Girl, we hear you!” Alya insisted.

“You blew me off when I tried to talk to you. You demanded I provide evidence that you never asked Lila for.” She met the girl’s eyes. “Alya, you’re the journalist, not me. Isn’t it your job to gather the facts before reporting something? Why did that suddenly not matter when it came to me?”

“Marinette, no offense, but you have done some pretty intense things.” Mylene pointed out.

“But did I ever lie or falsely accuse someone of something they didn’t do? Did I intentionally do things with the purpose of hurting someone? Or did I go out of my way—as I always do—to help and defend other people regardless of how they may have hurt me?” She looked around, meeting everyone’s gaze. “At what point did I show that I wasn’t worthy of basic trust? I understand if you couldn’t give me the benefit of the doubt, but didn’t any of you even consider if I might have been right? Or is it that you didn’t want to?”

One by one, each of the class members was forced to look down or away to break her gaze. Because no. They hadn’t. They never even considered it.

“Because after everything, I think I’ve long since proven I was worth it.” Marinette realized she was beginning to slouch inward and forced herself to straighten—to not show weakness. “I thought that after the class elections at least—when I only ran for you all in the first place, you guys would have had more faith in me. But a new student came and suddenly nothing I said mattered. Nothing I FELT mattered.”

She took a breath. “I…I shouldn’t have to keep going to such lengths to keep proving myself to you. That’s not friendship. And that’s not something I should have to be okay with.”

With that, Marinette pulled away.

“So…while I appreciate the sentiment, I don’t think I can let it go. I don’t think it’s something I should let go.”

Alya reached out to her. “Mari…c’mon. Can’t…can’t we talk about this?”

“Not right now.” Came the reply, and it made her want to sob. “You…haven’t really shown you can listen.”

Her face crumpled, and Marinette very nearly gave in.

But…she couldn’t. Not this time.

“What hurts the most,” She stated, “isn’t that you believed her over me. It’s that any of her lies could have easily been found out if anyone had just looked…and none of you even tried.”

No one said anything.

No one could.

“I’m sorry. But I can’t. Not yet. So please…just leave me alone.”

The classmates winced. Marinette didn’t have to speak the final words for the thought to collectively ring in their heads that leaving Marinette alone had been the only thing they were good at.

Adrien had watched the whole thing with a critical and disappointed eye. When Marinette walked away, he made to follow. He caught up to her pretty quickly, though it wasn’t like she had been trying to avoid him.

“Marinette, don’t you think you were being harsh?”

She stopped walking and turned to face him. “No, Adrien. I’m being honest. It’s all I’ve ever been.”

“But they’ve apologized.” Friendships often had fights and disagreements, but they always worked things out and got back together in the end. So Adrien felt disappointed that Marinette was being so stubborn about it.

“And that makes it better?” She asked, feeling drained and honestly wanting to just go home and sleep. “It doesn’t undo the months of being targeted and alienated. It doesn’t change the fact that I tried to help them and they hurt me.”

“They’re trying to make up for it now.” He reasoned, calmly. They were at least trying. For all that Marinette talked about not being enough, wasn’t this enough for her? Wasn’t she the one holding such extreme standards?

But Marinette wasn’t having it. “No, they’re trying to make themselves feel better. And I’m not ready yet to help them with that. Not when I still feel so hurt about everything.”

“But—”

“Enough.” For once, she felt angry—actually angry with Adrien. “I’ve let you invalidate me enough times already, Adrien. But this time, I’m not going to let this go and pretend I’m okay when I’m not.”

His eyes widened and he drew back in shock and hurt. “I haven’t—"

“You told me not to out Lila. You told me it wouldn’t help her become a better person—like SHE was the greater concern. You…” Her breath hitched. “You said that we were in this together. That as long as you and I knew the truth, did it really matter?” She met his gaze with more strength than she ever had. “It did matter. Suddenly it was just me. On my own. Against everyone, even though I wasn’t the one in the wrong. And where were you, Adrien?”

He flinched.

“Because you weren’t with me. I had to face everything alone. And now I need to figure out how to move forward alone. Because real friends don’t turn on their friends like that. And a real friend wouldn’t have left me to face it all alone.”

He tried to reach out to her in comfort. “Marinette…you know we’re still friends, right?”

That actually gave her pause.

And for once, really made her consider.

It was with a heavy heart that she pulled away from him.

“I would appreciate it, Adrien, if you wouldn’t lie to me anymore.”

She turned away before having to see the look on his face and headed home.

At least there she could mourn in peace.

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Worse than the Devil

Hey Everyone, I got really inspired by the amazing response to my first fic Queen Of Mean. I decided to write a follow up. Its to Selena Gomez’s version of Cruella De Vil. I loved it when it first came out and it sent shivers when I realized it was perfect for my follow up.

Looking back the missing pigtails in the bluenette’s hair when she walked into class Monday morning, dressed like she just got off the runaway, flanked by Chloe at her side, should’ve been the first warning sign.

But in the class’s defense, it had been a crazy weekend. The fireworks that came with Ladybug’s video, Alya’s meltdown, and Lila being outted as a liar didn’t die down after class ended that day.  No. The weekend had been filled out a never-ending stream of group texts, complaining of hurt feelings, nasty little liars, and why, or why wasn’t Marinette replying to their texts? Answering her phone? Didn’t she know they were sorry? Didn’t she know they needed their everyday Ladybug now more than ever? Alya in particular.

Alya, who had spent the entire weekend, nearly 24/7, trying to save her blog; defend her life’s work against the avalanche of criticism that had come it’s way; even the most loyal fans screamed of betrayal. She had released a dozen video explaining what happened and begging her viewers to understand that people make mistakes. Calling Marinette with no answer, texting her best friend for help only to get no reply. Texting Marinette that Lila was a dirty, rotten, liar in over a hundred different way, in over a hundred different texts; only to never get a reply; which Alya never understood. Marinette was right. Lila was a liar. Alya and Marinette should be teaming up to bring her down like their brought down Chloe; stand together like best friends do.

As Alya sat patiently at her desk, with Nino holding her hand in support, waiting for Marinette to arrive so she could find comfort in her bestie, never once did an apology cross her mind. Alya was too indignant, too self-righteous, convinced the Ladybug was victim-blaming. It wasn’t Alya’s fault. Her boyfriend agreed. Her entire class agreed. She just knew, soon, all of Paris would agree.

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New Lover

A certain someone bumps sees Ladybug detransform

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(fyi, this is one of my older ones i’ve written.)

A year ago, Felix accidentally caught Ladybug detransforming into Marinette. When she saw him, she made him promise not to tell anyone. He only agreed if he got to know her better.

Weeks later, after multiple hangouts every week, Felix finally asked Marinette on a date. Eventually, those two became a couple. It took some time for her classmates, who still shipped Adrienette, but they eventually got over it, and shipped them two.

Now, Ladybug and Chat Noir are patrolling the city. Lately, Chat Noir has become possessive about Ladybug, but tonight he took it too far. When they ended patrol on the Eiffel Tower, Chat asked Ladybug on a date.

"Chat, I'm sorry, but I can't go on a date with you. I-" Ladybug tried to tell him that she already had a boyfriend, but he wouldn't listen.

"Ladybug why can't you accept my feelings for you? I've done everything for you! What will make you go out on a date with me?" Chat interrupted her.

When he stopped talking, Ladybug snapped. "If what you call, not showing up during akuma battles until I go out on a date with you 'doing everything for me' then I'd rather you'd do nothing for me." Chat was about to say something but Ladybug beat him to it. "The literal only reason why I never went on a date with you is because I already have a boyfriend. But even if I didn't, I still wouldn't go out on a date with you! You are a selfish human being that only cares for himself. I wouldn't be surprised if no one went out on a date with you in your civilian life!" Ladybug voice getting angrier and angrier by the second.

She was about to go off on him more until she heard him say something that he would soon regret.

"Since I can't have you, no one will. CATACLYSM!" Chat went to her chest, only for her to move out of the way. He was running at her, but when she moved away, he couldn't stop himself. He eventually ran into the walls of the Eiffel Tower. When he used his cataclysm, Ladybug went up to him and took away his miraculous.

"Chat Noir, you have been abusing the miraculous power, stalking me to find out my identity, and just tried to kill me!" Ladybug told him, in the coldest voice anyone has heard. "You are not worthy of having a miraculous. By being the guardian, I revoke you of your miraculous." Ladybug took away his ring, only to be surprised by who formerly owned the ring. It was none other than her former crush, Adrien Agreste. She was pissed to say the least. She yo-yoed away to go give the ring to Felix. She didn't trust anyone else with the power of destruction.

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The next day at school, everyone noticed Adrien's bad mood. No one but Marinette knew why. Whenever they tried to cheer him up, he would just flick them off and walk away.

When Marinette tried to cheer him up, he hit her as hard as he could. Marinette reminded him too much of him being Chat Noir, so he wanted that to go away.

Everyone saw what Adrien did to her, they stayed as far away as possible from him. He lost his best friend, he got less and less fangirls, and his grades started slipping.

Out of nowhere, an akuma appeared. Adrien just suddenly became happy. He knew that Ladybug couldn't use her miraculous unless the black cat's was activated. He didn't think that she found his replacement.

Anger and sadness suddenly overcame his face, when he saw his replacement. King Chat, the new replacement's name, was much better than he would ever be. And with his improved abilities, they finished akumas faster than Chat Noir and Ladybug ever did.

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When Gabriel found out about Adrien's grades slipping and him hitting Marinette for no reason at all, he decided it was best to homeschool him again. Adrien didn't mind, because he could finally forget his past as Chat Noir, Plagg, Ladybug, and his princess.

Adrien was watching the news when a question from the news was asked to Ladybug and King.

"Are you guys dating?" Adrien thought that they weren't considering what Ladybug told him the night he lost his miraculous

"I already have a boyfriend!"

Adrien was happy to know what the answer was going to be to that. But it turns out, he was wrong.

"Yes we are dating! I love him!"

"I love her."

Upon hearing this, Adrien's heart shattered. He had lost his lady to someone who was obviously better than him. He lost his princess to his cousin. He lost his friends because of him bullying Marinette. He had no one that loved him anymore.

He turned off the tv because he didn't want to hear anything else. That when he started to regret the night he tried to kill Ladybug. He lost everything just because of his obsession with her.

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Malignette du Pain

This draft is inspired by Cruella (2021)

When Lila’s lies have ostracised Marinette from the student body, she has nowhere to go.

Chloé and Sabrina adopt her into their clique.

Chloé makes it clear to Marinette that if she wants to survive school, she has to be the shark everyone believes she is. Otherwise she is a lost cause.

Fearful of getting bullied and emotionally distressed, Marinette begins to change.

She is still kind and helpful, but only to her real friends. Everyone else is ignored so she becomes an ice queen. (It was either ignore or bully)

Audrey then re-extends her offer to hire Marinette as her intern.

Working for Audrey is like working for Miranda Priestly. And yes, even the work environment is a every-man-for-himself situation, people look out for themselves first.

Marinette begins to develop a new persona and is nicknamed Malignette.

At a gala hosted by Gabriel, she makes a statement entrance, stealing the limelight from Lila and Adrien.

Malignette is not easily recognisable because she is wearing a red wig and constantly dons a mask.

Anyway, whenever Lila is due to attend an event, Malignette will definitely show up and steal the spotlight. She also takes great pleasure in critiquing her classmates.

Lila eventually figures out Marinette is Malignette and tries to get rid of her competition by setting her bakery on fire (this is a girl who wanted Oniichan to kill a hero.)

Malignette survives thanks to Adrien. He reveals he is being blackmailed by his father to befriend Lila or else Nino and the boys would be sued for trespassing and messing with the electricity on his birthday. (Whether he can or cannot does not matter because Adrien believes he can)

Marinette decides the Bourgeois women are right. In fashion, you are either a shark or shark bait.

A party is being held to celebrate Malignette’s triumphs. Attending are the celebrities Lila claims to associate with. And she is certainly intending to take selfies with them.

Careful with her own public appearance, Malignette doesn’t want the sole attention to be on her but wants everyone to enjoy how much they have all accomplished.

There are video screens showing award winnings by Jagged and Clara, Prince Ali’s charities, Chloe’s manner in organising akuma evacuation rules for schools, and of course, Lila’s accomplishments with the attending celebrities.

Needless to say, the celebrities are outraged and turn on Lila, and by extension Gabriel.

Some go to their social accounts to discredit Lila on the spot.

Lila runs away. Gabriel excuses himself to go akumatize her.

Come on, even Ladybug would know to watch out for an akuma. Imagine her surprise to see Lila reach out for an akuma.

Nonetheless, Ladybug quickly knocks out Lila as soon as the transformation into Chameleon is complete.

Oh look. Her lucky charm is another clam. Good thing there is a shellfish bar at the party. Not to mention the security cameras.

Lila is arrested.

Malignette threatens the school faculty to either give Marinette a public apology and a clean record, or she will expose them to the education board for their failures.

Malignette is tempted to do that anyway. They really are horrible. But Chloé likes them because they give her free reign.

Chloé now rules the school with an iron fist. And this time, Marinette isn’t there to defend her former friends. And they are too shaken by Lila’s deceit to make much of a stand anyway.

Gabriel is being criticised after Malignette says either he is incompetent in investigating model backgrounds before hiring them, or he didn’t care since she was his “muse.”

Adrien is encouraged to spend more time with his normal friends after this backlash, so as to save face of their Lila association. But it doesn’t work. Gabriel sales have plummeted. The fact that no celebrity will endorse him now save his own son might have someone to do with that.

Unwilling to abandon his villain agenda to focus on saving his company, Gabriel decides to sell it (planning on reclaiming it once he made his wish).

Malignette takes over and releases Adrien from his contract. He happily goes on to lead a normal life.

Marinette renames the brand.

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How we feeling about werewolf Mirio?

Werewolf Mirio is the local werewolf- as in, everyone knows he’s a werewolf.

And how would anyone not know? He’s big, he’s scary, he has sharp teeth and claws and spoke with a growls rumble permanently stuck in his tone.

But he’s so sweet. Terribly so. Makes himself small and is constantly telling awful jokes that suck quickly disarm anyone that sees the intimidating wolf man. Loves landing a helping hand, wherever and whenever, and loves it even more when he makes the pretty lady in the flower shop smile and laugh.

Your shop is just so pleasant to be in, easy on his sensitive nose too, and your company is just so heartwarming as you entertain his bad jokes and silly antics. And he too plays along with your games, keeps his eyes closed and pretend he’s thinking about which flower you just held under his nose for him to sniff and guess the name.

God, he loves you so much. He wants to tell you but is a little reluctant because he knows that, despite how the townsfolk are so accepting of him, he was still different, still a monster, and he’s scared that you’ll see that too one day. You’ll eventually stop commenting on how cute his ears are and how fluffy his tail is, start noticing that he has really sharp fangs, has claws the can grip you still with fear of being teared to pieces.

Mirio refuses to bring any harm your way- that’s why he completely ceases to exist when his rut rolls by. During that time, all his thoughts were about you, but no longer giving you sweet kisses or getting that cute giggle out of you.

No, he thinks of pressing your ankles to your ears as he stretches your cunt open. He thinks of slobbering and slurping up all your juices (and he knows you’ll taste as good as you smell, his nose can always shamefully pick up when you got yourself off the day before). He thinks of plugging you up with his knot and shoot ropes of cum in your womb in such an absurd amount that would definitely make his seed catch and grow your belly round and heavy with his puppies- his puppies that would look like you, his puppies that will be taken care of by you, his puppies who’ll want more siblings and he’ll breed you all over again for both his and their sake.

For an entire week, Mirio fucks his fist raw with all those thoughts of you and his knot never went down once. His instincts spoke louder, told him to claim his mate once and for all.

Everyone knows Mirio disappears for a whole week but no one knows why. No matter how much reassurance told you that he’d pop back in life all fine and dandy- and truly, he does come back like nothing happened- you can’t stop yourself from worrying.

So you go to his house on the week he stopped stopping by your shop.

You knock at his door a few times, brows creased from beginning to end.

“Mirio? Are you alright? Are you in there…?”

His voice is almost unrecognizable muffled by the door, deep, gravely and animalistic.

“Go away.”

It zips the chilling shiver of fear with the way it sounded like a threat, but you pick up on how it sounded pained more than anything else. You couldn’t let your worried heart suffer any long so you dug out the spare key he had given you a few weeks back, for emergencies only.

The second you step into his house is the same second your cheek first on the ground, sun dress merciless ripped into raining confetti, a clawed hand on the middle of your back keeping you pinned down.

He growls again and this time, you come to the sudden realization that Mirio is a dangerous wolf.

“I told you to go away. It isn’t safe. It’s not safe around me. With you here, I- shit, fuck.” He’s words jumble, mouth visibly watering at your floral scent invading his senses. He curves over you and bites at your shoulder to keep you down, not enough to break skin, but had you yelping regardless.

He groans when he rubs his hard cock on your cunt, eyes fluttering at the feeling of your folds and slick on him, far more pleasurable than hours spent in his fist. Fuck, he could cum from this alone.

But Mirio still fights against his instincts, still clings to his guilt in disgust over what he’s doing to you as he kept grinding and humping your core. He growls a more apologetic whine this time.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I-I don’t want to hurt you but I can’t help it. That’s why I had to stay away. Fuck, I want you so bad, but I can’t hurt you.”

His brows pinch tight as he gnaws on your shoulder, clawing at the floorboard to not carve your back. He then feels your gentle touch on his cheek, snapping his eyes open to your face right nest to yours, your lips slightly parted in ragged breaths, eyes lidded. There was fear in them, but so much more than that.

“It’s alright, Mirio. I know you’d never hurt me. You’re the one in pain- probably have been for a long time.”

He reflexively growls when you shift under him, but you didn’t move away- just arched your back to stick your ass out some for him, used your hand to guide his throbbing cock to line with your pussy. He stutters weak protests, already losing his inner battle.

“It’s alright.” You breath again. “I trust you. You can do it, Mirio… you can have me.”

Mirio’s mind goes blank the minute he slides into you, foam gathering around his gritted teeth. He can’t bring himself to be gentle when he grabs your waist and slams forward to bottom out in one go, ears stinging with your shrill squeal. He doesn’t wait for you to adjust either and immediately fucks you like the wild dog he is, growling and drooling as his heavy balls slap on your clit, knot already swelling on the base.

You can only pant and claw at the floorboard for dear life. He was going in so deep, deeper than you could ever imagine while using your fingers at the thought of him. He was filling your every crevice too, probably making your tummy poke out with how big he really was. Like you were meant for him, you chanted broken cries of “Mirio, Mirio, Mirio” and he fucked you faster and harder and rougher, until his knot pops in and he collapses his weight on top you, fucking your cunt as deep as possible, completely oblivious to all the cream and cum he’s squirting out of you with each thrust or how he was melting your brain into his need breathing bitch.

In the small moments of lucidity between orgasms, he promised himself to properly nest and clean you up as his precious mate. It’s the least he could do as an apology for fucking the feeling right out of your legs.

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Cockwarming Scenarios

A/N: This is for my @bnhabookclub bingo card where I had the prompt ‘Cockwarming!’ enjoy sinners (:<

Pairings: Bakugo x Reader, Kirishima x Reader, Sero x Reader, Dabi x Reader, Hawks x Reader

Warnings: 18+, smut, cockwarming, (also breeding kink and dumbification in hawks’ whoops sorry)

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spawn [demon Bakugo]

req: I didn’t know if you were doing them haha! But demon bakugo is on your list!! Also demon dabi works too! Either! But imagine summoning one of them because you’re a virgin and you’re curious but they take a liking to you, haunt your dreams, and try to impregnate you and shit! Oh and if you were religious maybe mocking you for being dumb and taking demon dick while praying to god- i just really like corruption and breeding 😔 taglist: @smol-floatyy @wholesomey-artist @moonlightinsanity @dabis-azure-songstress @jubilee40  characters are 20+. word count: 5118 contents: slight corruption (I tried), slight somnophilia, breeding, chubby!virgin reader, some religious aspects, demon Bakugo, slight dubcon, rough sex, size differece, slight dumbifacation

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you stared at the circle on the floor, frown deepening as nothing happened. the candles remained lit and they didn’t flicker oddly or go out. the summoning crystals in the middle of the circle didn’t move or glow aside from the candle light they reflected. you’d been waiting several minutes and nothing had happened yet, so you put down the old, dusty book and got on the floor, blowing out the candles and began cleaning up the dried leaves and crystals. you had little hope that this would actually work, but your disappointment still sat evident in your chest. 

it was a dumb idea, you thought to yourself, heaving a sigh as you put everything aside. just a dumb little idea that you let your curious mind think up, now there was a dark satanic symbol on your floor that you would have to scrub up later, but you couldn’t be bothered by that now. all you wanted was a nice, hot shower. 

as you let the water wash away the disappointment and whatever dirt you’d gotten on you from being on the floor, there was a strange creek outside the door. you looked at the bathroom door, half expecting something to happen, but when nothing did, you chalked it up to just being the house settling. you lived in a small, older home all alone. the place made weird noises all the time, so you just assumed you spooked yourself into thinking something was on its way to get you. there was nothing there, you told yourself. 

once you were dried off, you dressed yourself in a soft white nightgown and made sure to fasten your necklace around your neck. its tiny cross laid on your chest just above the swell of your breasts and you looked at yourself in the mirror, brushing through your hair before turning off the lamp and finding your way to the bed. 

that night you had a strange dream. a blonde man with devilish horns came to you in your dreams, a wicked smile etched into his face. he told you how pretty you were, how sweet. he cupped your face in his hands, his claws tickling your skin. his touch burned but you lent into it. he smiled at you and you felt warm. “you’ll make a fine…” you couldn’t hear the rest of what he said as a loud crack of thunder woke you. 

you sat up in bed, lightning striking and illuminating your room. nothing seemed out of place, but your body was sweaty and hot. you kicked off the blanket and laid back, staring up at the ceiling. sleep came fast and you were once again thrown into dreamland, where the demon man waited for you. 

as you slept, the room began to change. the candles still arranged on the floor lit up again. their flames flickered, but no wind came through the room. the book you had found in the attic lay open on your desk and its pages began to turn, slowly at first and then rapidly. they stopped as the cross hung over your desk turned upside down. the room became darker as the storm outside raged on, the circle on the floor glowing. you remained asleep as the portal opened and something crawled out of it. 

the following morning, you awoke to your room bright and sunny. you felt uncomfortably horny and hurried off to the restroom to clean up for the day, all without realizing what had changed. the candles were out just like you had left them, the dusty book and summoning items it told you to gather were still on your desk. everything was in its place, so when you came out of the bathroom, you picked it all up once and for all and put it away. 

you ate breakfast and got a little bucket of soapy water and a scrub brush and brought them to your room, getting down on the floor to clean up the circle. you wore a little pair of shorts and a tank top to clean in, your little cross dangling from your neck. you had decided that if you were going to go this far for the bedroom floor, you might as well spend the day cleaning. so that was what you did, distracting your mind from the strange dream you had of the demon man. you didn’t even feel the burning gaze of eyes watching you all day. 

you wiped sweat from your forehead as the day came to a close. you started dinner baking in the oven and hopped into the bathroom to take a quick shower. you could hear the rustling of branches outside as the wind picked up, and you thought to yourself that the weather had been so strange lately. come to think of it, you hadn’t remembered there being any reports of storms over the last few days, but you knew better than to let little weather predictions get the better of you. 

dinner was delicious and you wrapped up whatever was left and put it in the fridge, your little white nightgown flowing behind you as you moved through the house to turn off the lights. you brushed your teeth, then your hair, then scurried off to bed. in your dreams, you saw him again. 

it was the same man as before. burning red eyes taking in your plump figure, his wild blonde hair messy all over his head, and his horns that glinted as if winking at you. his voice was so deep, rough and enticing. his touch felt so real as his hands mapped out your curves. he would lift you off your feet and lay you down, speaking so sweetly into your ear. 

in your room, he stood at the end of your bed, his vermillion eyes staring down at you. he tugged the covers off of your body, exposing your form to him. you curled up as the cold night air nipped at you. your gown rode up some at the movement and he could see your cotton white panties. he already knew you didn’t wear a bra to bed because he had seen you get dressed. 

he began to crawl onto the bed, the heat radiating off of his body warming you up like a blanket. his tail flicked behind him, his wings closing against his back. he could show you whatever he wanted in his dream, knowing just his horns and claws were enough to scare you, so he hadn’t shown you his other appendages there. he didn’t know what you did for work, he didn’t care. he didn’t know where your family or friends were, but it didn’t matter to him. he knew everything he needed to know, that you were a virgin that lived alone and that your body was perfect for his objective use for it. 

he began to touch your breast through your gown, a smirk dancing onto his lips. he watched you squirm, lips turning down into a frown as you whined. your legs pressed together, but he pushed his other hand between their soft thickness and started rubbing your folds from over your panties. 

“wake up, sweetheart,” he would mumble into your ear. your head turned as your back slightly arched. “wake up!” 

your eyes broke open and you looked up, seeing his wicked gaze staring down at you. his hands didn’t stop. they forced your legs open and pulled on your tit. “you’re so wet for me and I’ve barely touched you.” 

his voice is rough, but sounds like velvet and pure sin. you tried to move, but you were frozen in fear. he tched, dipping his head down to your neck and licking a stripe up to your ear. he laughed at you, watching you trying to struggle against him, but your body could only wither under his touch. he pulled his hands down, catching your nightgown with his claws on occasion, before he grabbed it and began to tear it open. it split up the middle and revealed your body to him. 

“so beautiful, so perfect. every curve, these thick thighs, your plump little body is already ready,” he spoke. he took in the sight of you, your wet little panties and nipples hardening with the cool air. a little glint would make him glare at your chest. 

his fingers would wrap around the cool metal of your necklace and he would lean down close to your face. fearful little tears would occupy your eyes, cheeks flushed with embarrassment. from your lips, he hears you mumble small prayers to be protected from this demon. “you little fool. there’s no god that can ‘save you’ nor will anyone else visit your room tonight. you’re mine, little virgin.” 

he tore the necklace from around your neck and burned it in his hand, making the impossible happen as ashes fell onto your sheets. you stared up at him, lips still whispering. he pushed his finger to your lips and shushed you before pushing two fingers into your mouth. “be happy I’m feeling generous tonight, little human. now suck.” 

you felt hot, pushed into a corner, and terrified. you felt like you only had one option, so you began sucking on the demon’s fingers, not too sure what you were doing. your inexperienced little mind and body were so confused, flushed, and quaking. regardless, you were wet between your legs and your heart was beating with more than just fear. you hated yourself for it, but you liked it. you liked sucking on his long fingers and his claws as they pet your tongue; you liked his rough and mean attitude as he told you what to you; you liked how big and scary he was… after all, he had been what you were looking for. 

his other hand pulled and tore off your panties, throwing the tattered material to the side and quickly forgetting about it. he pushed your legs further apart, making you stretch and open up to him in ways you never had before. he slapped your thigh and squeezed it, making you moan on his fingers as your tongue started to lick them and swirl around them. 

“it comes naturally to you, doesn’t it? I knew it would,” he mumbled as he looked down at your pretty virgin pussy. he knew what awaited him and he could hardly wait. he wore only a pair of baggy pants, his cock already straining against the crotch. it was leaking and throbbing, ready to be buried and to take what was rightfully his. he was ready to sin with you. “the name’s Katsuki Bakugo. remember it, sweetheart. oh who am I kidding, you’ll never forget it.” 

he pulled his fingers from your lips and listened to the way you panted, then squealed as he pushed his saliva covered fingers against your clit. he rubbed vigorously and roughly, watching your hips lift up and wiggle. it gave him a slight view of that fine ass he spent all day watching as you bent over and cleaned your little house. he’d almost mounted you so many times throughout the day but knew it was better to wait for witching hour. that was when the best fun started. 

he was too big for your bed, for if he were to lay in it, his legs would hang off the end. if he laid in it and spread out his arms, they would hang off the edges. he was just so tall and very well built. his chest was big, his shoulders were broad. his skin was beautiful, not a mark or blemish in sight. his wings couldn’t be contained by the room if he were to expand them and his tail was sly and quick, touching your leg and giving you goosebumps. 

he pulled his pants off and revealed to you his cock, rock hard and weeping heavily. you had never seen a cock before, but you were sure that it wasn’t supposed to look like his did. not for a human at least. he had a large cock with ridges and ribs up its shaft and a bulbous head that was red and angry looking. a large drop of pre cum fell from the tip and landed on your plush belly and it burned, then slowly cooled. he was ready for you and began to line himself up to your entrance. 

“wait,” you croaked out, finally finding it in yourself to speak louder than a whisper. he looked at you, a dangerous glint coming to his eyes. “I-I’ve never done this before." 

he smirked. "oh, sweetheart, I already know.” with one thrust, he was inside you, to the hilt and stretching your poor, tight pussy to its limit. you cried, new tears springing up and falling down your round cheeks. your hands shot up to take purchase on something and you caught his horns, holding onto them tightly and inadvertently pulling his head down toward you. he found his face buried in your chest and your pillows warmed him, so he happily took a bite and made you cry out again. 

you hadn’t even recovered from the new feeling of being utterly filled when he began to thrust into you roughly and wildly. all you could do was hold onto his horns as he pushed you up on the bed and fucked your cunt. he grabbed a hold of your hips and held onto them tightly, his claws biting into your skin. you couldn’t tell if they broke the skin, too many new sensations happening all at once, but you thought that perhaps they did, but you couldn’t tell if your hips were bleeding, and you didn’t care. 

you moaned into the nighttime, no real words making their way out of your mouth but the under tone of pain becoming pleasure was music to the demon’s ears. it made Bakugo go faster, his hips surging forward quickly into you while somehow still maintaining pulling almost completely out of your sopping cunt and pushing all the way in again, just to repeat. 

he grunted and growled in your ear, turning your brain to mush as the only thing you could really process was the feeling of your tight walls clenching around the ribs of his cock as they slid in and rubbed all the good spots. you were crying in no time and he gleefully, teasingly, licked away your tears. he hummed at their taste. “you’re enjoying this, huh?” 

you couldn’t even deny it, due in part to not being able to really form words again, but also because it was undeniable. you were really enjoying the pleasure he gave you. his thick, ribbed cock with all the little ridges that went from his base to his tip just hit all the right places. you had no idea what his cockhead was ramming into, but you loved it. 

he leaned back and put his hands on the underside of your thighs before pushing them up. he pushed them til your thighs pressed against your belly and they couldn’t go any farther, but he surely did try. you wailed at the stretch, feeling the burn as he made our knees nearly meet your shoulders, something you hadn’t thought was really possible. you almost hadn’t noticed the way his hips slowed, until they picked up their speed again and he was hitting deeper inside your wet cavern. his name started to fall off your tongue and your head lolled from side to side, trying to keep your wits about you. 

“you fold right into the perfect little mating press,” he muttered, looking down at you. your hands had fallen from their perch, his horns a little cold without your touch which made him pout. it was wiped away quickly though as your cunt squeezed him. “fuuuck, you really like this. you love it even. love having your sweet pussy fucked by demon cock. gonna fuck you hard and breed you harder.” 

his grunting of those words caught your attention and you lifted your head a little. you could feel was the way he slammed himself into your pussy and the way your breasts bounced. your gut began to twist up, walls getting tighter. something was coming but you had no idea what. you couldn’t ask because you really only had one question on your mind. “breed?” 

your soft, confused little voice made him laugh and he grinning down at you. “yes, sweetheart. breed. I’m gonna stuff this little cunt with all my rich seed and get you pregnant with my spawn.” talking about it only made him all the more excited and he started to hit harder into you, his hips colliding with yours almost painfully. his cockhead had been hitting something deep inside you, and he could only grin about it. “your little womb is gonna be mine! your plump little ass is gonna be all mine! your tits and their milk, all for my little hellspawn and me!” 

that twistiness in your gut snapped and you creamed on his cock, his words mixed with his rough treatment pushing you over that edge. you threw your head back and screamed with euphoric joy. your walls milked him and tried to ensure that he would stay buried deep in your unprotected cunt. you babbled his name off, begging, but he couldn’t quite tell what exactly you were begging for. regardless, he continued to pound your sweet honeypot. 

when you came down from your high, he positioned his hands on your hips, holding onto those sweet love-handles as his own hips began to stutter. he looked down at where he joined you, eyes burning hot with fires of desire. he thrust and thrust and thrust until it all came crashing down, and he pulled you toward him. your hips and ass were flush against his body as his cock throbbed and jumped, unloading his scalding seed into your cunt, right against your still quivering cervix. 

you felt the warmth fill you, mouth dropping open as little tears sprang up once more. you reached up with a shaking hand to wipe them away, moaning hoarsely and with heavy breaths. you looked down and watched, though you couldn’t see anything happen from where you laid. you could feel his hot breath on your breast, his forehead coming down on your shoulder, and you listened to him breathe. 

he stayed inside you and looked up, meeting your eyes. his pretty red eyes weren’t tired at all. they were excited and happy and wicked. he eased your legs down around him but he hooked them onto his hips, so you wrapped your legs around him and hugged him closer. you both groaned at the grinding it caused, but he smirked at you. 

his face came to your neck and he began to nip at the skin there. “you gonna be my pretty little baby mama?” 

you hummed and nodded, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. you smiled at him when he pulled away just a mere few inches to look at you. he could tell just by looking into your tired eyes that you were going to be his forever, undoubtedly. and he loved it. 

he pet your hair down, keeping it out of your face but not caring if he messed it up. you were already a sweaty, sticky mess that would need another shower by morning. but he didn’t care. all he cared for was you and the absolute sin you’d committed with him. there was a long list of things your religion, former religion, had frowned upon but he was sure getting impregnated by a demon wasn’t on that list purely because no one had thought of it. yet here you were. 

you weren’t even able to think about your beliefs, your faith, your family or the church. all you could think about was Bakugo, and the way he smelled and the way he felt and the way he sounded. his low, deep grunts replayed again in your head, making you giggle and your cunt tighten up. 

he looked down at you, grinning. “oh, I feel you trying to milk me again. what are you thinking about, sweetheart?” 

you giggled again. “you.” 

“yeah?” he licked your breast and started grinding against you, cock getting hard again. “what about me?” 

“everything about you, but mostly the way you make me feel,” you tell him, biting your lip and closing your eyes. you moaned as he made short, shallow thrusts into you. you gasped, “please, I want more.” 

his lips spread into a wide grin and he leaned down, his lips teasing yours with a ghost of a kiss. “ask and you shall receive, sweetheart. tell me, just what do you want more of.” 

“Everything,” you answered and tried to pull him closer. “I need more of it all, more of your love.” 

Bakugo chuckled, as if something about that was amusing. in a moment, he had you on top of him, cunt still stuffed full of his cock, and he was rested against the headboard of your bed frame. he licked his lips, looking at your tits as they sat in his face. he took one into his hand and brought the other to his mouth. “can’t wait to see my little hell brat sucking off of these.” he then latched onto your nipple and began sucking on it roughly. his hands kneaded the pillowy flesh. 

it enticed you to start moving, grinding down on him and bracing your hands on his shoulders. you moaned, that burning desire starting in your belly all over again. it was like hells fire was burning all over your body, pushing you to move against him and moan out his name so sinfully. you felt the smile creeping onto his lips as he continued to suck on your breast, causing you to moan deeply. 

his words came back to you, his promise to breed you and make a little “spawn.” you clung to him, your tit falling from his mouth as he tilted his head back, allowing you the space to lean against him. chest to chest, you began bouncing on his cock, going after that release that was steadily beginning to build up, but also looking for something else. you stared at him, lips so close to his but your breaths only mingled. his hands moved down to your hips and gripped them, helping your uneven pace smooth out. 

he could see it in your eyes, that desire to have more. “what is it, sweetheart? something you wanna tell me?” 

you moaned, trying to lean in further to reach his lips, but he wouldn’t finish it and smirked at you. “breed,” you said, softly demanding and begging at the same time. “breed me.” 

“oh?” he asked, biting his lip. you caught sight of his fangs and you nodded to him before he got his next question out. “you want your tight cunt bred? your womb filled with my hell spawn?” 

you continued to nod with your bouncing, letting yourself drop down on him a little harder. he hit so deep within you, battering against your innermost wall. the tight ring of your cervix got pounded, his cock knocking to get in and deposit another heavy load. 

“please, kiss-” you were cut off by your own moan as he pulled your hips closer to his, grinding you against him. you could only let out a pathetic whisper. “kiss me.” 

he surged forward, tightly holding your love handles in a bruising grip, and he kissed you while rocking you onto your back. he stayed inside you, buried deep, and he managed to slam himself into you deeper. you moaned against his lips and he drank it up, laying you on the mattress and holding you to him. he brought one arm up to wrap across your back and press your body to his. 

you felt every sensation. your sensitive nipples against his hard chest rubbed against his skin so deliciously, your cunt gripped him so tightly,  your quivering legs wrapped around him to keep him inside you so snuggly, and his tongue pressed hotly on yours. you let him take control and teach you, your tongues mingling together, loud moans exchanged between the two of you. 

he had loved your ass dropping down on him, but he needed to seed your cunt again, desperately so, after you asked for a kiss. a kiss was like a seal, joining you two together. it formed a strong bond that would never be broken, nothing, not even your silly god could break it. as soon as you asked for that kiss, he took his chance to make the bond with you and make you his. and now he would sow his seed, which would be another bond between you two but now it would be even stronger. 

his hips began jackhammering into you, pounding away at your tight, lovely cunt. he hardly left its warmth, keeping his tip close to your inner opening. you fell off the edge to your high fairly quickly after that, body convulsing and shaking under him. your head fell back and you screamed with the euphoric pleasure, holding onto him so tightly. your mixed spit connected you to him for a moment longer before it broke and fell on your collarbone, cooling after just a second. your body was on fire with the earth shattering orgasm he caused you. 

“say it again,” he demanded, grunting as he plunged into you. “say you want my hell baby.” 

“I want it,” you pant out, trying to repeat what you heard him say, but you couldn’t focus. his thrusts prolonged your orgasm, made you feel electrified and heated. your legs had little jolts with pleasure. “I want your baby.” 

“yeah you do,” he said with a wicked grin. his eyes rolled up with overwhelming pleasure and he stopped, his hips pressed into your pelvis so hard it hurt. he throbbed almost violently within you, spurting rope after scalding rope of his cum into you. you felt it filling you, burning you up inside and making you squirm. “fuck.” 

it didn’t stop for a few short minutes. he held you the entire time, muttering curse words and words of pleasure directly into your ear. when it finally ended and his cock softened, he dropped your hips to the bed gently, slipping out of you. your legs fell from around him and sat open, shaking as you tried to find the strength to move them more. once he popped out of you, there was a gush of fluids from your cunt, it leaked over your folds and down onto the bed sheets, making you shutter. 

he grunted, scooping up  what he could and pushing it back in. “I filled you up, be grateful and try to hold it all in.” you closed your legs and squeezed them, causing them to spasm some, and you looked up at him. 

he leaned down and pushed your hair back, kissing your forehead. “you did so good, sweetheart. it should take…” 

“and we’ll have a baby?” you asked, voice hoarse and soft and tired. 

he nodded. “We’ll know in a few days.” 

you looked at him confused. “no-”

“demons develop a little faster in the womb than humans.” 

you stared at him, processed that information, then nodded. 

he sat over you, on his haunches, his cock soft on his lap. he was disheveled but not out of breath. he didn’t even look tired. he was just relaxed, satisfied. his eyes roamed over you body and upon noticing this, you tried to cover up. 

“oh no, none of that,” he said, moving your hands away and taking the covers from you. he smirked down at your naked, plump body. “you’re too perfect to cover all of this up.” 

you were too tired to argue, eyes threatening to close just looking at him. you fought to stay awake, but lost the battle when your eyes finally fell closed and you entered a dream state, where you didn’t meet your demon lover. 

when you awoke in the morning, you were tucked into bed, naked but cleaned up. you sat up, but felt an awful cramp in your lower abdomen. you sat there, holding your gut as you remembered the night before and wondered if that was all real or if you had managed to dream it all up. you got up, muscled through the pain you felt, and found some clothes to wear for the day. 

you walked to the kitchen, your legs sore and feeling as though they were on fire, especially your thighs, but you tried to ignore that pain too. however, you quickly found out that you couldn’t ignore anything as you came face to face with a figure in your kitchen. 

your shirtless demon lover had made you breakfast and was setting the table as you walked in. he grinned at you and came over, whisking you into the kitchen and sitting you down. you felt an odd throbbing between your legs and you squeezed your thighs together, letting out a strangled moan. everything he made smelled so good, it made you so hungry. but your mind swirled with so many questions. 

“so last night,” you mumbled, looking up to him, “that all really happened.” 

he nodded and pulled up a chair right next to you, staring into your eyes with desire, lust, and something else. “yes, it did.” 

“and you stayed.” 

“We’re bonded for all eternity now. of course I stayed.” 

“and you bred me?” 

he leaned closer and kissed you. it was a hungry kiss that had you moaning. when he pulled away, he gave you a smile. “damn, I sure hope so. if not, I’ll just try again, and again, and again, until it sticks.” 

you found yourself smiling at him, your confusion lifting. you began to happily eat. “I’m pretty confident it took.” 

he put a hand on your plush belly and nipped at your neck, which made you giggle. “Me too.” 

you pushed him away from your neck playfully. “let me eat at least,” you said with a smile. you felt so strongly for him, so close to him. you couldn’t explain it very well, but you were pretty sure it was love. “then we can have more of that sinful fun.” 

“oh? sinful, huh? have I converted you?” 

“I think so, mister,” you tell him, giving him a quick wink before turning back to breakfast. he licked his lips as he watched you, very pleased with the woman he had found and surely was in love with. 

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Marinette’s Life (after the Week Off)

So Surprise after way too much time working, some later hours. I finally finished fic from the winner of the Poll I posted a few weeks back. It was tie so I literally just flipped a coin. The poll was to try to get over my writer’s block and I still struggled with it. I’m not entirely happy with this fic but I am a bit proud of it. So I hope you like it. And thanks for reading.  Marinette’s week off

Two or three times a month, Marinette wouldn’t be in class. She’d be gone for a few day, once in a while an entire week, and come back like it was nothing. The teachers would never complain. No matter how much the other students in class brought it up. She was gone almost as much as Adrien was.

                       The teachers refused to say anything. It was clear they knew something but for some reason went pale whenever anyone asked about. More than likely it was the result of the so-called “student aides” that now sat in the back of the class rooms, watching.

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And We’ll Always Be Royal

          I was reading some of @miraculous-of-salt​ fics and really got inspired to create something of my own.  Inspired by a pairing I adore when ever they write about them. I don’t think I ever really focused just on this pairing before so I decided to give it a sjot. There is a lot of salt ahead for the usally people, and Adrien.

  Marinette hadn’t been least bit surprised when showed up at her locker. She eventually, sooner or later, he’d show. He was biding his time, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. The devil always has his day, as her grandmother used to say. It’s why he’s so patient.

           He never rushed Marinette, never pressured her. He never whispered lies in her ears or played little tricks to make things go his way fast. He did with nearly everyone else in the world but not with Marinette. Never Marinette.            In his eyes, Marinette was his equal. She was intelligent, extremely talented, sharp-tongued, poised, beautiful. She had obtained success with her MDC designs that most kids and people twice her age could only dream about and was still going places.  She was nowhere near her pique. She had a fire inside her that could consume the world, and it was more than a match for ice inside of him. Marinette was the only person that ever came to his mind when he thought of who would stand at his side when he ruled the business world with an iron fist.

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Fainted.... 🕞🕓🕟🕔🕢

— “BABY FEVER” + KATSUKI BAKUGOU.

author’s note(s): yeahhh self indulgent piece bc i think about bakugou and breeding a lot and i don’t think i’ve ever written a piece without him having a breeding kink bc that’s just what he’s built for, anyways enjoy lol

cw: smut, MDNI 18+, breeding!kink, pregnancy!kink, rough sex, dirty talk, mentions of pregnancy and ovulation, pro hero!bakugou + fem!reader.

“did you hear? izuku and his partner are trying for a baby.”

you speak so quietly that bakugou almost doesn’t pick up the dreamy tone surrounding the word baby. his head perks up from your lap to look at you, but your gaze is still fixed on the movie and your hand hasn’t stilled in his blonde hair so it’s not like you were trying to suggest anything. so then, why did you say it like that? so longingly. baby.

you’d never talked about having kids before, katsuki hated the damn things and was never the best at handling them so always assumed that you didn’t want them either. but the idea of his childhood rival having a little snot rat before him, sparked something within the number two hero. deku had already beaten him out for the number one spot, so bakugou would be damned if that fuckin’ nerd put a brat in his partner before the blonde too.

“ka—katsuki! we should—fuck, right there...we should talk...talk about this,” you try to reason with him, muffled by a whine catching in your throat. within a second of him being home from a patrol with izuku midoriya himself, bakugou has you bent over the kitchen counter— ploughing into your wet, puckered hole.

his hero costume is barely down off, pants hanging low on his hips— enough for his cock to spring free and those very same hips to slap against the curve of your sweet ass. gloved hands mould the flesh, pulling your cheeks apart for bakugou to spit between them and watch his girth pump in and out of your sex. “since when did’cha ever wanna talk, usually yer beggin’ me to fuck ya on my fat cock till i have y’speechless.”

and he’s right, he knows that you know that he’s right. that’s why you open up for him like a blossoming flower when his fingers tap your lips and wrestle with your drooling tongue. “that’s right, shut the fuck up ‘n let me put a shitty brat in you, that’s right honey, good girl.” bakugou grunts out roughly, sinking his teeth into your shoulder to pacify his increasingly desperate moans.

no thoughts, just breed. visions of you month from now, swollen and full of his children flash behind ruby red eyes and katsuki bites down harder on your shoulder— enough to draw blood in the same shade. a primal urge fizzes in his brain, to give you as much of his seed and as many kids as possible, watch you get rounder and rounder, plump with each of his brats. the changes to your body make him hungry, cock twitching as it brushes your cervix and breaches your sweet walls over and over again— your tits would surely get bigger, heavy with milk that he’d want to taste— selfishly sucking it from you even though it’s meant to feed your stupid kids.

he thinks of your plush thighs, how he’d have so much of them to hold— how you’d get so big with his babies that everyone would know you were his and he was the one to fuck you enough to get you pregnant. using a freehand, katsuki pushes your head down against the counter for leverage to plunge his dick into your weeping slit, harder and faster wanting paint your insides a raunchy shade of white with his cum.

katsuki falls into his high when the pot you were cooking dinner in starts to bubble over— practically pouring his potent seed deep into your womb and emptying himself inside of you. he’s so spent he can’t even tell if you’ve cum yet, stuttering hips driving up into your sex lazily while the fingers in your mouth move down to get you off. he mouths filthy words getting you pregnant right into your ear, whimpering against your shoulder blades in overstimulation while your walls flutter around him and greedily clamp down as you squirt on his cock.

waves of thick white seep into your walls, katsuki keeping you plugged full to make sure it stays. “s’gotta stick, gotta make sure i get that shitty brat in ya b’fore that damn nerd,” his words are slurred under saliva while the blonde noses at your marked up shoulder. you stay like that for a while and you don’t have heart to tell him that you might not be getting pregnant from your first try— so you don’t, thanking the stars for his competitive nature against izuku midoriya.

mentioning his name always got you fucked, so so good.

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Ladybug (Not) in Paris

So this is the follow up fic to my Series  Ladybug in Smallville and it’s sequel Ladybug in Gotham (And Space). When i opened my asks a few days ago, i recieved multiple prompts asking for part 3. A lot people also asked for a reaction from people in Paris after Lila was exposed. I don’t think I did a fic just focused on the fallout before so I decided to try my hand at it. Warning: i’m not kind to the characters. Even the ones i usually like. Sorry.

Ladybug (Not) in Paris

           Ladybug’s interview with Nadja didn’t just sent shock waves through Paris. It was a hurricane, a tornado; throwing everyone off their feet and destroying everything in its wake. Yet somehow, it was the aftermath, when everything settled down, that hurt the most…

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Rock Star

I was feeling a bit of writer’s block this morning. So I went through my prompts and found this awesome one. It has a bit of angst.

  She lost her friends. The boy she was in love with broke her heart. No one in class apart from Chloe would even speak to her anymore. Lila’s lies had taken root in class, leaving Marinette in the back alone and abandoned. The worst part was that Marinette didn’t even know if she could be friends with any of her classmates again after the truth was exposed. In the effort to cling tighter to the coattails of someone who promised them the world, they had abandoned a childhood friend as if the friendship meant nothing; as if Marinette meant nothing. And as if that wasn’t enough, Akumas were getting stronger every day. Chat Noir was pushier than ever before. Most days it was all too much.

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