AN. I've been in a writing rut, so here's something small. All comments, likes, and reblogs are appreciated:)
You like your new neighbor across the hall.
You find him more helpful than the last person who lived thereâbringing you soup when you're sick, checking up on you from time to time, and carrying your groceries up the four flights of stairs to your floor. It's just an added bonus that he's attractive too.
"Hi, it's nice to meet you. I'm Bakugou," he'd said in a voice so smooth and deep when he first introduced himselfâyour mouth a salivating mess when you told him your name, words embarrassingly slurred.
He'd noticed and gave you a bright smile, chuckling lightly when dark crimson bloomed all over your face. "You're cute."
CONTAINS : F!READER. ORAL [ F! + M!REC ]. âPUPPYâ. PRAISE. BREEDING. OVERSTIMULATION. SPIT. DUMBIFICATION. âMOMMYâ / âDADDYâ [ USED DOMESTICALLY ]. DACRYPHILIA. BEGGING. CERVIX KISSING. HANDJOB. CUM PLAY + EATING + STUFFING. SLIGHT POSSESSIVENESS. EVERYONEâS AGED UP TO 21+.
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ft. iwaizumi hajime, sakusa kiyoomi, ushijima wakatoshi x f!reader
warnings: time skip!, fluff, suggestive on kiyoomiâs part, iwaizumi has twins, sakusa has four boys, ushijima has three daughters, not proofreadÂ
IWAIZUMI loves his two daughters a lot, so much that when both of them were born he cried so much that finished a whole pack of tissues. the twins were his carbon copy, the same hair colour, the same eyes, and sometimes for his own dismay, the same personality. after a rough and tiring day at work he decided to lay in bed with you, for iwaizumi your presence was so comforting and so relaxing, sometimes the way you touched his hair or just the way you treated him daily like he was the most fragile thing in the world, made him fall for you all over again. however, the silence that was once reingning on your room was interrupted by the sudden burst of you twins. âDADDY NOâ the oldest shouted meanwhile the younger ran and placed herself between the two of you âdada noâ she wrapped her tiny arms around you, placing her head on the crook of your neck âmommy is oursâ. Iwaizumi sighs while making some space for the oldest stay at your side too âdaddy donât take us wrong but mama is more cool than youâ, both of you smile at your daughtersâ words âyeah, I think mama is cool tooâ.Â
Back hugging you from the back, slipping his hands inside your shirt and your pants - is Ushijima Wakatoshi hobby when he sees you in the kitchen or in front of the bathroom mirror.
The feeling of your breast in his palm and the wetness of your pussy after his finger caresses your slit - is enough to make him loosen from the tension he had during the day.
And you know what to do when he did those things.
Like right now, you're removing your make in front of the bathroom sink before Uhijima comes standing behind you. Pressing his body against your back.
He's hard.
Grinding your butt to his hard member in his pants. Ushijima unzips his pants and pulls down your pantines slightly before the clothed straining cock grinding in between your butt cheeks and sometimes between your thighs.
He wanted you to know how hard he is down there.
Ushijima hiss before letting out a soft moan against the skin of your shoulder when one of your hand reach down between your legs to touch the head of his clothes cock. You clench your thighs together, trapping Ushijima's cock.
"Miss me?" you asked playfully after your thumb pressed the head of his cock, a wet patch formed on his underwear.
His hips thrust forward to get more fractions from your fingers and clenched thighs.
"I always miss youâŚ" Ushijima replies, his mouth leaving open-mouth kisses along your shoulder line.
You continue asking him about his day and he replies with his voice muffled against your skin. His hand slips in between your legs before his index finger traces your wet slit. You push your pelvis into his hand while continuing the conversation with him.
Ushijima sees you're done removing your makeup as you put away the cotton pad and the cleanser. He lifts you up and places you on the sink counter, your back resting against the mirror.
You know what he wants, you remove your bra and panties. Legs wide open, letting him stand in between your legs. His clothed hardened cock rubbing your thigh.
"NghhhâŚ" you moan when your clit opens to the cold breeze.
Ushijima smiles. He traces his finger along your wet slit before bringing it to his mouth.
Watching him licking his finger makes you wetter than before. You could feel the liquid from your pussy trailing down to your butt cheeks.
Ushijima pulls out his gorge cock from his brief, veins straining.
He closes the gap, and shudders when his cock touches your slit. "Haa.."
He rubs his hardened cock along your wet slit in slow motion. The tip of his cock nudging your clit repeatedly.
"NnghhâŚ" you bite your lower lips trying to control your moan.
Your hand reaches down to your pussy and opens the lips down there as wide as you can, giving Ushijima a better view of how you can't wait for him to be inside you.
As if he can read your mind, Ushijima inserts the tip of his glans, while one hand holding your waist.
He leans down to kiss your lips.
"You better be prepared, I donât think we could get sleep tonight," he whispers against your lips.
You giggle, hands moving to hook around his neck.
"That's my plan thoâŚ"
Well Ushijima doesnât like to waste time, so he thrust his cock deeper. You could feel the texture of him, the curving shape of his glans and you like it when you could feel his cock pulsing inside you. Getting bigger with every thrust.
This goes out to the visibly disabled and mentally ill people. The ones whose behavior, appearance or mobility aids attract stares and other attention in public. The ones who are frequently asked what's wrong with them. The ones who can't hide or repress their symptoms. The ones who stand out from the crowd whether they want to or not.
This goes out to the people with invisible mental illnesses or disabilities. The ones whose struggles constantly get invalidated because they look "normal." The ones who only struggle and fall apart in private. The ones who everyone assumes are doing just fine because their internal suffering isn't visible on the outside. The ones who are told to "just try harder" because it's assumed they aren't that disabled.
Regardless of which group you belong to, you deserve to be taken seriously, you deserve support and accommodations and you deserve respect and inclusion. Don't let anyone convince you that you're "too weird" or "too normal" to be worthy of everything you need.
You guys are so fucking annoying. Both of your social media accounts are flooded with pictures of the other and how much you love each other. If people make the mistake of inviting the two of you out youâre gushing over each other the whole time. Madly in love of course and everyoneâs happy for you, though they would be happier if you were just as in love, just quieter
Bokuto, Hinata, Lev, Oikawa, Nishinoya, Sugawara, Tendou, Hanamaki
No one knows you two are married. Hell, people barely even know youâre together. You got together quietly and never made a big deal out of anything- at least publicly. Yes, you had found the love of your life, but neither of you saw the point of telling the whole world. There was a quiet ceremony and no pictures were allowed to be posted. Itâs not until the two of you are out that a friend sees your matching rings and loudly gasps, asking how long youâve been married. You turn to him then back to the friend answering, âlike five years.â
Everyone knows you two are married. Itâs not like either of you are very public about your relationship but you donât hide it so news gets around. You become that couple that everyone goes to for advice since your relationship is going so well. You definitely get those comments like âthe way he looks at youâ and heâll be confused why itâs such a shock saying, âI always look at you like that, what does that mean?â heâs so used to being in love with you he doesnât even notice.Â
People think you two are just oddly close best friends for the longest. You just have a very light-hearted relationship filled with a lot of laughter and fun. So from far away you truly do look like friends, itâs not until you start making out mid-outing does everyone get the message.Â
Stripper bakugo who is an absolute fucking menace. Has all the confidence, knows heâs hot, knows all the people in the audience are there specifically to see him and he eats it up baby.
Heâs a little tease too, it always takes him wayyyyy longer to rip the pants or shirt off when heâs on stage gyrating like a fucking sex demon.
Does not care for the oil and shit the others use to make their abs glisten but he will at every show choose one person to come on stage and pour it on him.
And boy howdy is it your lucky day when he chooses you. And you feel bad because youâre at a bachelorette party and youâre not the bride but he chooses you and pulls you up on stage.
And fuck is he even more goddamn hot when you seehim up close, when heâs breathing in the back of your neck as he grinds on you. He thinks youâre so cute when you blush and cover your face but he growls, grabs your wrists and pulls your hands away from your face.
Heâll whisper in your ear, just for you to hear âDonât be afraid to look at me baby. I wonât bite. Not unless you ask,â he says with a devilish smirk.
His skin is so hot when he drags your hands down his chest and stops them right at the waist of the pants he wears very very low on his hips. Youâre biting your lip, and when you look up at him, you realize heâs only staring and paying attention to you. The rest of the crowd doesnât matter. Heâs here to make sure you have a good time. And from the looks of the bulge twitching in his pants you arenât the only one enjoying it.
When the little scene ends with him giving you a little kiss on the cheek to thank you, all the girls in the bridal party are screeching. Throwing questions at you one after another, insisting that you tell them if he gave you his number and youâre just like âYâall itâs his job to flirt.â
But surprise surprise, after the show he comes out to the bar and finds you to slip you his number. You stand there shocked and even go so far to ask him âWhyâd you invite me up on stage, you knew there was a bride in the audience. Donât you usually call them up?â
And he just shrugs, keeps eye contact with you but gently bats his index finger under your chin and says
âTsk, like Iâd flirt with a married women on stage instead of talkinâ to the one I actually wanna fuck.â
