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Midoriya’s vow’s - “Fuck whoever you need but bicth I’ll kill them yo ass belong to me….because I love you bicth.”

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Paring: Gn!reader x Various (Bakugou, Shinsou, Midoriya)

Description: Headcannons about these boys as yakuza bosses. This will be about how these rulers of the underworld treat and love their precious spouse's.

Wc: 1k

Warning: MDNI, smut-ish, married au, aged up characters, there's a lil fluff somewhere in there, possessiveness, praise, yn being referred to as property (in Izuku's), open relationship (also in Izuku's), choking, slight power dynamics, swearing, talks of murder, guns, and blood.

A/n: This idea randomly came to me after i watched Pulp Fiction for the first time (amazing movie btw. I mean it could use less white people saying the n-word. But it's still good).

Reposting from my old account laysnebula. Anyway hope you enjoy!!

Bakugou

Boss Bakugou makes you wear low cut clothing so that your neck and chest are showing whenever you two go to events. Or while you attend one of the meetings with his men.

He does this so that the countless amount of marks he puts on you from the night before are on full display. Like this, anyone who sees you knows you belong to him.

There are no questions about it. Since the proof is right there in front of their eyes. And he makes sure to always draw attention to them any chance he gets.

Boss Bakugou doesn't allow anyone to touch you, safe for himself and the two bodyguards he assigned to protect you, Sero and Kaminari.

This rule wasn't too bad at first, it made a lot of creeps stay away from you. However, you have now lost count of the number of new recruits that have gone missing solely due to them making the mistake of accidentally bumping into you.

"They should have fucking known better than to touch what's mine."

Boss Bakugou is very possessive of his baby. He never lets you get your hands dirty. He tries to keep you as far away from the dangers of his job as possible.

But when you do get shit done, like easily disposing of a whole group of enemies by yourself, it thoroughly turns him on. Makes his dick so hard he could cream his pants just from the sight of you.

Black and gold pistol, he had custom made for you, in hand. Your hair is slightly disheveled (assuming that you have hair) and breathing rugged from fighting. Just the tiniest bit of blood on your cheek and a viscous look in your eyes.

When you're like this, he just has to fuck you right there and then. Making sure his cum ends up inside of you by any means. No need to worry about the mess afterward, he can get one of his subordinates to clean it up along with all the bodies.

Boss Bakugou is only soft around you. Being with you reminds him that he's not just a ruthless monster of the underworld, but that he is human.

He appreciates everything you are to him. And he would severely fuck up anyone who so much as looks at you wrong. 

Shinsou 

Boss Shinsou loves to spoil you. He has more money than he knows what to do with. Not that he cares very much about it. So he gives you his Black Card and tells you to spend your little heart out, which you always do.

Besides material goods, Boss Shinsou spoils you in other ways as well. Such as in attention. He will always cater to your every need even if it interferes with his work.

Boss Shinsou spoils you because he knows that you will always pay him back in full. Not in money of course but in your love and with that delicious body of yours. He can always count on you to suck the stress of his day out of him every night.

Night time is when you are supposed to take care of him after all. Any wish he may have is your command. He does so much for you it makes you want to please him in any way you can.

So when Boss Shinsou makes you call him boss in bed, of course you oblige. He just likes to make you remember who you belong to.

He loves your incoherent babblings of his name and title as he's fucking you balls deep. Your fucked up expression lets him know how good he's making you feel. He'll lean close and whisper filth in your ear, telling you that no one will make you feel as good as he does.

"You take me so well Kitty. It's like you were made for me to fuck you."

And you know he's right. No one will be half as good a husband as he is. Not that you would want anyone else.

Boss Shinsou never trusted anyone as much as he trusts you. Years of being isolated and hated has led him to placing an iron lock on his personal emotions. Someone in his position has no need for such things either way.

However, you managed to get through all the walls he puts up with ease. Becoming the only thing in this world he would give his life to protect. 

Midoriya 

Boss Midoriya is gentle with you. When he wants to be. When you're good.

You listen and you get rewarded. You misbehave and you get punished.

Pretty simple system right?

But as benevolent as he may be. He has his limits. And it royally pisses him off when you purposely break the rules he gives you.

He always does the same thing when you do, grabbing you by the neck and putting you on your hands and knees. Then proceeding to drill into you from behind, his grip so tight around your throat it makes you feel lightheaded.

"They're such simple rules. Why can't you fucking listen?"

Boss Midoriya will let you be with anyone you want. As long as it's just sex.

You can't get attached and you're forbidden to fall in love. Not that you would, of course, both of you know that will never happen.

You belong to him. Not just as a spouse but as his property. Hell, he even told you that in his vows.

But sometimes you get lonely. And with Boss Midoriya working so much, you have nothing to relieve the throbbing between your legs. So you find someone else.

I mean, everyone needs a good fuck toy. Don't they?

All Might have mercy if the poor sap you mess around with falls in love with you. The second they confess or get too attached, you just feel so sad about it. You know it's not their fault but that won't save them from their fate.

Then, when both them and their families disappear, you can't help but feel bad. Boss Midoriya doesn't like when your toys get too entitled. So all you can do is sigh as you draw meaningless shapes on your husband's bare chest.

"S'Too bad." You say with a pout. "They were such a good one too."

Boss Midoriya is a very busy man. And a large part of him hates that he doesn't get to spend as much time with you as he would like. As mean as he is to everyone else, he only shows any semblance of kindness to you. That's why he always lets you do whatever you want.

He knows that no matter where you go, who you fuck, or how long you haven't seen each other. You are entirely his.

Thank you for taking the time to bring this masterpiece into the world , this is immaculate

a fucking mazing because I love this I won’t be recovering from this high for a long time 😭❤️🤲🏾

kinktober 2021 day 26 - ABO

alpha! prince! bakugou x omega! princess! reader

wc: 2.5k

summary: your rut starts when you are visiting the royal castle of your best friend and bethrothed, will prince katsuki be able to figure out his feeling or will he succumb to his alpha instincts? or both?

cw: SMUT(sub!reader, fem!reader, a/b/o, knotting, marking, scenting, creampie, light voyerism, no prep, mating press, fangs, biting), royal!au

a/n: there’s a family emergency that happened a few days ago and when this posts ill probably be on a plane, but I worked really hard to get this out. I had to cut a few more kinktober days tho so sorry about that. last one comes out on the 31st!

<< back to my kinktober masterlist

minors do not interact. this work contains mature themes and if you continue reading you have agreed you are willing to see such content

There were 15 royal advisors assigned to this task from each of your countries, so how has this managed to happen?

Why were the halls of his castle filled with the scent of you going into rut?

He noticed your slight jasmine smell this morning, but he figured that it was just the lingering effects from you staying in the castle during your visit. But as the day went on, your scent only got heavier, clawing at his nose and making his cock rock hard.

That's when he heard the murmurings, "Did you hear, Princess Y/N has gone into her rut!" "I've heard they called in the country's royal breeders to take care of her."

That was the last straw. No way was Bakugou about to let some common mutt into your room to take care of you. If anyone was taking care of you, it would be him.

You were his childhood best friend, his betrothed. Why call in help from the outside when a perfect alpha was already in the castle?

He abandons his meetings and makes his way towards your room. The stomp of his boots echoes off the marble floors as your scent guides him through the castle.

He stops a few steps short of making it to the wing where your room is. He backs up to the wall, letting his head fall against the cool stone.

Is he really going to do this? His heart races at the implications. You’ve always been there for him, and even when everyone else thought he was loud and abrasive, you held his hand through it all.

Things will change when he goes in there. When he finally sees you. Sure, you’re his bride to be, even if the title has never really meant anything to either of you. Arranged marriages are common and alpha’s and omega’s don't always match, but he can't stand the ache in his chest at the chance that you might turn him away.

What if he goes in there and they still have to call in the breeders? Jealousy courses through his veins just from the thought. No, no, you're just his friend and his betrothed, there's no way he harbors feelings for you more than that, right? The times that he's thought about you while his hands were around his cock briefly flash behind his eyes but he shoves them away.

The hard ache in his chest is just influenced by the intoxicating smell of you, that has to be it. He's just helping you out, that's all.

He runs a hand down his face, hardening his expression. He still has to get into your room before he can figure out what any of the rest of this truly means.

He pushes off the wall and continues towards your door, rounding the corner before he spots the guards outside your room. When they see Bakugou, their stances straighten, hands swiftly going from their relaxed stature to being held behind their backs as he approaches.

"Prince Bakugou, you shouldn't—" one of them stutters as Bakugou looms over them, the look in his eyes making the guards gulp.

"Who are you to tell a prince what he should or should not be doing?" Bakugou sneers.

The guard casts his gaze down at the floor, muttering an apology while the prince pushes past them.

"I'm going inside—” he pauses with his hand on the doorknob “—and if you let anyone else enter the room I will kill you both."

"Yes, sir."

Bakugou slowly opens the door to your room and is immediately hit by a wave of heat and your tantalizing scent — it's so much stronger now that he's in the room with you. The force of it almost knocks him backwards, but he can't help the way his eyes flash as he quickly closes the door.

You're on your bed, blankets pushed to the side as your hand grinds uselessly against your sex. Your brows are furrowed; he knows that your fingers will never be able to satisfy the hunger inside you and it must be so painful. But you seem unaware of his presence in your room.

The sight of you exposed like this makes his cock twitch, and he'd be lying if he said he's never thought about claiming you, but now that you're here… it's all he can think about. Being inside you, filling you with as much cum as possible. It makes the pit of his stomach fill with longing as his mouth waters. Fuck, is his own rut starting now too?

"Princess…" his voice is impossibly small, not wanting to startle you.

You look up at him, your hand never stops moving between your legs as your eyes rake over his body, setting his skin ablaze as he watches a plethora of emotions cross your face: lust, anguish, and an insatiable hunger.

"Prince Katsuki, please.” Your voice is ethereal, calling out for him so desperately, “You have to help me, I need you so badly."

The desire pooling in his stomach starts moving through his body, constricting his throat, making it hard to speak. What is this? Is he nervous? His brain is foggy with sickening desire, but he knows that you don't really need him, as any alpha would do, but he can't help but feel like this is exactly where he is supposed to be.

"You don't need me, but—" he tries to speak before you interrupt him.

"No. No!" you pant, hands leaving your slick cunt so that you can sit up and properly look at him. "It has to be you, I've always known. You're my alpha, please. Please, you have to make it better. It hurts."

He rushes to your side at your confession, his hands cradling your face. You've always known? Why didn't you say anything? Is that why you've gone into your rut early? Being in his presence must have been enough to trigger it.

You're looking up at him with needy eyes and his body moves on its own, pressing his lips against yours softly. Your lips feel like heaven, and he can't wait to find out what they will feel like on his skin instead. Your fingers grasp his hair, pulling him deeper and deeper into the kiss until he's kissing you with an urgency that you return tenfold.

He tries his best to keep kissing you while he unbuckles the sword from his hip, the clang of metal ringing out before his fingers hastily begin undoing the buttons and clasps on his many layers of clothing. You try to help, pushing off every article after he's finished with the buttons and throwing them in heaps on the ground haphazardly.

You needily paw at him, urging him faster and faster until the final article is off of his body and he can focus solely on you. The way your soft skin feels under his palms, the heat of your bodies mingling as your tongues roll across each other, the feeling of your slick dripping onto his thigh as he spreads your legs with his.

Your nails draw across his skin as you beg for him, pulling him on top of you and rutting against him. Your hands rake through his hair as his hands burn across your skin, needing your soft flesh until he can't think straight. Until the need to sink into you is excruciating.

He adjusts your body under him, hooking your legs over his elbows. The tip of his cock brushes against your folds and he can't believe how soaked you are.

“Katsuki, please,” you mutter, staring up at him and biting your bottom lip. He can't believe you're here under him, looking up at him with hearts in your eyes; it's both too much and yet not enough. “Need you,” you mewl, bucking your hips, trying to seek any type of friction from him.

“I’m here, Princess. ’m here,” Katsuki says, memorizing how you feel under him, your gaze igniting something deep within him, and how you shudder as the tip of his cock brushes against your clit.

The fat head of his cock brushes through your folds one last time before he sinks into you. Your eyes flutter from the stretch as your body is finally filled with your alpha’s cock.

Katsuki can't believe how well your cunt takes him, your puffy, slick walls swallowing all of his girth before he's pulling out and slamming back in. Your cunt feels like heaven, and his brain starts to go foggy as he adjusts his grip on you. He pushes your ankles up as high as they will go, stretching your body into a perfect mating press before resuming a furious pace.

He feels you clench around him, your moans filling the room as your scent dulls his rational brain. Any and all thoughts of holding back are pushed away, as he focuses on your princess cunt fluttering around him.

His hips slam into yours as your hands try to grab onto something, trying to keep yourself rooted to this moment, to the way that Katsuki’s grunts and pants fill the air. It's so much, so hot, and it's hard to breathe, but who needs air when you have him? When he's plunging into you with such force you can feel him in your throat, you don't need to do anything except take it, take all of him.

Your hands find purchase in his hair, pulling at his ash-blonde locks and a growl reverberates through his chest when you pull at his roots. The sound goes straight to the building pressure inside of you and when your walls start to flutter, Katsuki can't help but push harder.

His bruising grip holds you down as he puts all of his strength behind his thrusts.

You're his, his mate, his everything. Any thoughts otherwise were stupid of him. How could he have been so stupid? So blind? All these fucking years of dancing around what was so obviously there was idiotic. He could have been there for all of your ruts, and if you always feel like this, he will never miss another one for the rest of his life.

You're his, his, his.

Your legs start to shake against him before your vision whites out, your pussy milking his cock as you orgasm, gushing around his cock. But Katsuki isn't done with you yet, he needs so, so much more from you.

Your moans of pleasure are the musical melody that he has been dreaming of his whole life, and he isn't going to let the symphony stop now.

His hips surge into yours over and over, targeting that soft spot within you as he growls in your ear, “You're gonna give me another, Princess.”

You nod your head, for how are you to refuse such a demand with his ruby gaze staring straight into your soul.

Katsuki lets your ankles go before he's wrapping your legs around his waist. Adjusting himself so that his face is buried in your neck and you wrap your arms around his shoulders, holding him close.

This new angle lets him feel even more of you: the way your breasts bounce against his pecks, the softness of your skin underneath his calloused hands, and your scent glands just underneath his nose, intoxicating him further as his hips slam into you.

Your soft moans fill his ears and your voice calling out his name only drives his ecstasy higher.

“Ka— Katsuki, need your cum—” you cry as your hands paw at his shoulder muscles, digging crescent moons into his skin as your back arches, “—want you, all of you.”

If the situation was any different, he would be blushing at your words, but with his cock already begging for release, he can't imagine anything else. He needs to fill you with his seed, needs you to be dripping and full of him and only him.

Your begging and fluttering cunt nudges him closer and closer to his orgasm, and he can feel his own knot start to build at the base of his cock. Each thrust inside of you makes it swell as he works himself closer and closer. Your creaming cunt lets his knot slide in and out of you easily.

Katsuki is barely holding on, his hips stuttering with each press into you.

“Mark me,” your voice calls out to him through the pleasure-fog in his brain, and with a tilt of your head you expose your neck fully to him. “I’m yours, please. Make me yours.”

Katsukis eyes slam shut as he feels his fangs elongate. Yes, yes. It all makes sense. He's your alpha, you’re his omega. After this, no one will have any doubts that the two of you belong to each other. Mind, body, and soul, you’re his and he's yours.

A feral roar rips from his throat as he buries his fangs into your glands. All of you filling his senses as he sucks and nibbles on your skin. Your moans of ecstasy fill his ears as his marking takes effect, the scents swirling and combining and he swears he can see the colors of your souls mixing and intertwining behind his eyes.

Your back arches when his knot pushes all the way into you, stilling his movements seconds before his cum is bursting inside of you. His dick twitches in ecstasy as he moans your name. More and more of his cum flows into you with each pulse of his balls and Katsuki feels like his balls are finally empty for the first time.

The two of you pant together; Katsuki leaving small kisses across your mark and you leaving them against his forehead, both savoring the feeling of being so full of each other for the first time as his knot keeps the two of you conjoined.

It takes a few minutes before either of you have the courage to speak, but Katsuki breaks the silence first.

His cheeks flush as he looks down at you, a small smirk on his face. “So... You’ve always known?”

You give him a small laugh, before you purse your lips. Only he would know how to ruin the sweet moment.

“Yeah,” you sigh, until your eyebrows furrow. “Wait! Have you not always known?!”

He looks away from you, a small pout appearing on his face, “I didn’t figure it out until I smelled you going into your rut…”

“Wow, Prince Katsuki. You sure are dense sometimes.”

“Hey!” He turns his head back to you, “I’m not the one that had their rut triggered just by being close to their alpha.”

His playful tone would annoy you any other time, but you can feel the next heated wave of your rut beginning to build in your core.

“Well, I guess it's a good thing we have a while to figure out who really is to blame for that.”

“Whatever you say, Princess.”

Katsuki leans down to kiss you, nipping at your lips before indulging you in a real heartwarming kiss. Every fiber of his being feels at home because he's exactly where he needs to be and he doesn't plan on leaving any time soon.