Newfangle Bakugou Katsuki & Todoroki Shouto

Newfangle » Bakugou Katsuki & Todoroki Shouto

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warnings: smut, prohero au/18+, language, threesome, pregnancy, cuck shou, daddy kink, lactation, vaginal penetration, mentions of stalking

for my wife, my one and only, the peppa to my suzie, the angel to my devil, my stars and moon— weese. happy birthday, my love. ♡ 

Pregnancy becomes an onslaught of novelties, some more familiar than others.

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thirst hours? okay. sell me on iida. do it. i know you can. wax poetic on the nerd for me

*cracks my mfing knuckles* let’s do this.

On one hand, he’s a brick wall of a man, everything about him is thicker than a bowl of oatmeal. Square jaw that’s the perfect seat for you, broad shoulders and chest, waist I wanna wrap my legs around, THIGHS AND CALVES THICK ENOUGH TO SQUASH MY SKULL. Size kink immediately activated. You know he’s super clean cut and well-kempt, we can talk how clean shaven he is plus the upkeep required for even his subtle undercut. Of course, there’s the glasses that really complete his stern look yet his frames aren’t so severe that he can’t look soft when he wants to too. But tbh he can glare at me all day with those steely eyes and I’d die happy.

He’s sturdy, dependable, the kind of guy that you’d never have to worry about anything with. Whatever it is, he’ll take care of it. 

BUT the real selling point on tenya for me is how passionate he is, how once he makes up his mind about something, it’s completely one-track and convicted. If he decides he wants you, he’s not gonna give up. And he’s going to treat you like an absolute queen, he’ll do anything for you including kill a man if that’s what it takes if you know what I mean. He just has the perfect chemistry to be the switch we all need: he’s perfect as a big daddy dom who can completely overpower you, taking up all that’s pent up inside him out on you because when you’re behind closed doors, he can finally let out all that tension he’s constantly holding inside. I feel his breeding kink in my bones. But if you manage to break him, you can have him b e g g i n g for you, pleading and promising to do anything you want, give you anything you want, if you just grant him the kindness of letting him cum be yours.

Sway Me (Todoroki X Reader) NSFW

Summary: Shouto Todoroki is a lot of things, but the most prominent traits that come to mind are annoying, aloof, and ridiculously good with his mouth. 

Pairing: Shouto Todoroki X fem!reader Word Count: ~2.5K Warnings: swearing, explicit sexual content, cunnilingus, semi-public shenanigans Author’s Note: This is, like, 100% inspired by @spicyness drunkenly posting that Todoroki would eat pussy “like it’s his day job”. Characters are aged-up, and this takes place in a quirkless, college setting. Also, I wrote this in, like, an hour, so sorry if it’s trash (also explains that dumb ass title, don’t roast me)

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Out of Darkness

Chapter 14

Story Rating: Explicit, 18+ only Warnings: Non-con, kidnapping, explicit sexual content, dubious consent, loss of virginity, cock warming Relationships: Curtis Everett/Reader Characters: Curtis Everett, Reader

Summary: The story assumes you’ve seen the movie. Curtis kept his arm and survived the crash as did other passengers from the front and tail. The reader is a worker in the greenhouse car and her luck goes from bad to worse when she tries to help other passengers, only to be captured by a gang of young, pillaging tail section men. When they take her to the man they consider their leader, did her situation get better - or much worse?

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 | Chapter 11 | Chapter 12 | Chapter 13

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“What are you doing out here?” You squinted in the bright midday light, the sun reflecting off the snow.

Yona smiled up at you as you joined her and Jacob on the hill. From there you could see the cave, see everything. Rolling hills of white. Had they both been here for the last couple of days?

“Is this where you two have been?” You’d stayed with Rachel and Harvey the last few days, looking after Eva. You’d noticed that Yona and Jacob hadn’t been around much the last couple of days.

None of you had been entirely sure the girl would survive the poisoning. Harvey never left his daughter’s side and neither did Timmy. You and Rachel took turns staying with them, getting them whatever they needed and sleeping in turns.

“How is Eva?” Jacob asked, hazel eyes peering up at you from under the hood of his parka.

Sitting next to Yona, you smiled. “Better. Rachel made an egg for her and she’s actually hungry.”

“Thank God,” Jacob muttered. “Curtis is in enough of a snit.”

Caring for Eva had given you an excuse to put some distance between yourself and Curtis. And you needed it. Your mind played a constant loop of what Curtis had told you, what you Rachel and Jacob had told you. What Nick told you. And Leo…

Your heart hurt because it was difficult to reconcile the man you knew now and who Curtis must have been those early days on the train. Rachel and Jacob had told you how bleak the situation had been those first days. David and Rachel’s daughter had died when her medication was taken. None of them had been given food or water. Fear and panic reigned in the tail-section, the strongest taking what they needed to survive. Taking from each other. Killing and consuming each other.

Even the babies.

You hand drifted to your swelling tummy, the thought that anyone could be pushed to such an act chilling you. The fear Edgar’s mother must have felt…

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they made steve into some sort of weird puppet master who legit went and CREATED A NEW TIMELINE, PEOPLE, just so he could fulfill a fantasy. y'all think that's fine?? like he KNEW peggy had a life after him, married and had kids. he KNEW she had been happy. and he what? was like: "eff that. i want a peggy of my own so i'm gonna get me one of those. i deserve this." it's so weird.

i’m so glad you said this because i’ve been trying for a while to articulate what was so unsettling about the ending marvel presented us 

while the whole movie, under that context, is a little messed up bc a whole bunch of timelines were created and set astray just so the avengers could fix theirs, steve’s decision at the end was particularly unnerving. 

he knew that whatever he did in the past wouldn’t affect the future, because it created a branch from the OG timeline and a new one emerged from this decision. steve really returned all the stones and said “u know what? i deserve to get the girl at the end of this story. i deserve it”. that’s so creepy? he knew that peggy moved on from him, and while she grieved for sure, she grew as a person from it. but he said, “no, she’s going to be happy with me in this timeline”

it was legitimately him saying “things didn’t work out the way i wanted in my timeline…..OH WELL. good thing there is another one to live out a fun fantasy life!” there’s no consequences to his actions, and there should be. 

so not only did his ending invalidate all of his character growth TO DATE, it also made his decision so selfish it was borderline disturbing  

Request for Enji with a daddy kink and water ports please 🥺👉👈

Ownership | Enji Todoroki

Summary: Nothing gets Enji possessive like seeing his little girl with the Symbol of Peace.

Pairing: Enji X fem!reader Word Count: ~ 900 Warnings: swearing, daddy kink, light bondage, sub/dom undertones, possessiveness, marking, watersports Author’s Note: I would just like to say that getting this as my first request was absolutely appalling, not because it’s gross to me but because I literally could not have written myself a better request. Endeavor? Daddy? Piss? Like, I will be 100% up front with y’all, those are legit top fetishes of mine so just *chef’s kiss* Thank you, anon. Thank you so, so much. Whoever you are, I hope you enjoy this tiny piece. 

You knew he was mad as soon as you caught his icy gaze, blue eyes narrowing dangerously, irritated by the boisterous, hulking hero beside you. Taking in the enormous hand on your back, Enji had sucked his teeth at the two of you, his gaze flicking from your sheepish expression, to All Might, back to you and watching as you sank further and further into yourself, shrinking away from the Symbol of Peace. As you should. All Might is friendly and personable, but you don't have any real business with him, not like you’re his sidekick, his little girl, should have just said a polite hello to the number one hero and went on your way, but you didn't, and now you're paying for it. 

Completely naked save for the cuffs around your wrists, you blink up at Enji from your spot on the ground, waiting for him to acknowledge you, and as soon as he does, you're blabbering, "I'm sorry, Daddy, really--"

"I didn't say you could talk," he intones, deep voice sounding bored as he flips to another sheet of paper on his desk. 

You wince, try to shift your weight from one knee to the other, but it's no good. You've been kneeling for the better part of an hour at this point, and your legs are aching, begging for a stretch that you won’t get until Enji allows it. 

More shuffling paper, a few large sips of water from the glass he’s been nursing, and excessive fidgeting on the tiled floor until Enji finally stands, his frame huge and blocking out light from the window behind him. He’s in civilian clothes--a turtleneck and jeans, and you watch with wide eyes as he finishes the last few swigs of his drink and sets the cup down heavily. 

“Do you know what you did wrong, baby girl?”

You gulp. He’s going to lecture you, and it’s going to hurt, but… It’s for your own good. Everything he does is for your own good. 

“I talked to All Might at the station. I’m sorry, Daddy--”

He shushes you as he approaches, stopping right in front of you but remaining upright. All you can do is nuzzle into his thigh and hope for forgiveness. A warm hand settles on the back of your head, and he pets you gently, though his voice is gruff when he corrects, “It wasn’t that you talked to him. You let him touch you.”

“I know. I wasn’t--”

“He doesn’t get to touch you. Only Daddy gets to touch you, remember?” You nod into him, nose brushing his covered crotch. “Say it.”

“Only Daddy can touch me.”

He hums in approval, smooths more hair from your face, then pushes you back. “Good girl.” 

You smile at the praise, sitting up a little straighter as your stomach flips when Enji goes for the zipper of his pants. He pulls his impressive length free, smirking when he notices your eager expression and the way you drop your jaw for him, an invitation he never refuses.

“No, not now, you little temptress,” until now apparently. He grips the base of his cock, only half hard, and grunts out a dark, “Right now I’m going to make sure you don’t forget who you belong to.”

Enji’s piss hits you right between your tits, very hot and very unexpected. You can’t help the shocked, “Daddy!” that slips out of your mouth and wriggle in an attempt to get away from his aim. 

The towering man just laughs and warns, “Move too much and I’ll get it on your face,” directing the stream up to your neck as if to prove his point. 

You stop struggling then, bite down on your lower lip harshly as the warm liquid drips down your torso. The acrid scent makes your nose twitch, mouth turning down in a grimace as he lowers it back to your chest, then your stomach, then your pelvis, making sure you’re as covered in his scent as he can--because that’s what this is: he’s marking his territory, like a fucking dog. 

There is a dull throb between your legs, and you look up at him guiltily as his flow decreases slowly but surely. He’s able to soak your thighs at least, then shakes his dick twice and shoves himself back in his pants. 

You shiver under his gaze, already chilled from the rapidly cooling urine on and around you. You’re sitting in a little puddle and honestly want nothing more than to stand up and throw yourself into the shower, but--

“Don’t look at me like that, baby girl,” Enji rumbles, finally, finally leaning down close to you. He caresses your face with a large, calloused hand, rubs his thumb under your eye, but his gentleness is betrayed by the blaze in his turquoise eyes. You know this isn’t over. “It’s for your own good, remember?”

“Y-yes,” you stutter, trembling under his gaze.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, Daddy,” you add quickly.

He releases another one of those hums of approval, brushes his lips over yours, then straightens. 

“I’m going out for dinner. Be a good little girl and stay here until I get back.”

And, with that, he’s striding out of the office, leaving you wet, shaking, and shamefully aroused.