This is an 18+ blog, peruse at your own risk. I go by Kore, she/her, 21+ years old, ENTP (or INTP, not sure which). I just go wherever the hyperfixation takes me, honestly. Blank and/ageless blogs will be blocked.
You were drooling, eyes rolling back as you dig your nails into his chest attempting to slow down his rhythm, but to no avail. You bounce back on him like your life depends on it when he speeds up, chanting his name between pants.
“R~Raph~Raphael~, s’too- too m-much,” you choke out, only to feel him turn you over in the sheets, jerking up your hips as he positions himself behind you. Your voice nothing more than a whimper, your lashes adorned with tiny droplets of tears. They threaten to fall any second at the stretch, the feeling of being filled by your devil. At the searing pain as he forcefully reenters you, emitting a low growl and firmly grasping a handful of your hair.
The pain only heightens the pleasure, your cries going from breathy and needy to louder, more desperate. He fucks you like an animal, his face pressed against your nape as his breath caresses your skin. His horns digging into the side of your head. He can smell your arousal, hear your heart hammering away and feel your wetness slicking up his cock as he fucks into you.
And maybe she’s done that before, thrown girls at her son hoping he’ll hit it off with one of them and give her grandchildren. But it just royally pisses him off and he wants nothing to do with any of them. Then maybe she gives up for a while
But booooyyyyy oh boy, if you’ve caught his eye and she notices? She may not have introduced you, but she’ll make it happen. Just trying to help him out ya know?
She’d have to be as subtle about it as possible though. I could see him pushing you away just to spite her, even if he was head over heels for you.
I got a little carried away talking about this, but I just love the idea of Mitsuki meaning well, but never quite getting it right.
Warnings: Mitsuki tries to play matchmaker.
Word Count: 1.6k.
It isn’t that Mitsuki wants to force him into a relationship, she means well. She doesn’t like the thought of him coming home to an empty apartment each night, especially because she’s one of the few people who know about his night terrors. She’s been on the receiving end of many a call at four in the morning where he’s calling to make sure everything’s okay, or hearing him as a young man screaming in the night when he wakes up from another one of those nightmares. And although she’s taught him well, never needing to learn to cook, clean or use a washing machine— some companionship can’t hurt.
There was a time that Mitsuki thought that Bakugou wasn’t searching for love— that he’d already found it. His cheeks turning a violent red when she’d suggested that he was dating Kirishima, immediately reassuring him that she wouldn’t love him any less and that she’s happy he’s found someone as Bakugou tried to set her straight.
It isn’t that she ignores Bakugou when he says he’s not looking. She’s just worried, and maybe she’s right. Maybe he is lonely, and could use someone to help fill that void between work and sleep.
A mother can always tell, after all.
But Mitsuki’s methods can be a little unorthodox. Masaru tries to tell her not to meddle, that their son will find love when he wants to. On his terms, when he’s good and ready. But now he’s pushing thirty, not even a tabloid based rumour about a girlfriend and she starts to get antsy.
The window for grandchildren is slowly closing, and the hope is diminishing so of course she has to take matters into her own hands. It’s for Bakugou’s benefit, it’s like she’s doing him a favour.
At first Mitsuki is trying to set him up with someone based on attributes, wealth, success, career goals. Even though it’s difficult trying to find someone as motivated and strong as her son, she knows there are thousands upon thousands of women out there that would love to date him.
And poor Bakugou would prefer to be doing anything else with his time, sitting in his boxers playing video games and sipping a beer sounds far better than a twelve course dinner with portions so small he’s got to cook at home after. Especially with women he could care less about, listening to them drone on at him about their meaningless lives while he picks at his hors d'oeuvre two courses in.
No matter how perfect these women seem on paper, how compatible they are based on personality tests and star signs the dates never work out.
Bakugou didn’t realize there were little gaps in his life. Little pockets where nothing stays and nothing leaves, the small cracks where a window doesn’t fully shut and wind whistles through, the bigger loops between knitted sweater knots.
Nothing begging to be filled, no feeling incomplete, just the minor annoyance of feeling a little colder at night.
No, he didn’t realize there were little gaps until you filled them with warmth.
Finding little pieces of you where there was nothing before.
The growing collection of mugs in his cup cabinet where there used to be just two. No real rhyme or reason for them, they just make you smile.
He wouldn’t admit it if you asked, but the spaces in his bookshelves being filled with books you’ve recommended and books Bakugou thinks you’d enjoy isn’t a coincidence.
He wasn’t freezing without you, but god is he so, so warm when you look at him like that.
Content Warnings: General Dark Content warning, death (not of named characters), blood, injury, biting, dubcon, sex with little prep, unprotected sex, creampie, little coercion (just in case really), prostitution (reader is sold as a courtesan) reader is not morally aligned tbh. Please, do not continue if you are sensitive to this type of content.
WC: 4.3k
A/N: I would like to note that sex work is supported here and comments of any sort that are negative or misconstruing that fact will be deleted and you will be blocked. I also do not support any of the actions in this fic, please keep fiction separated from reality. Stay hydrated and enjoy my work, comments and reblogs are always appreciated
I’m having to repost this because I deleted the original instead of a reblog AGAIN
“That one, Sister! Her!,” he yells within the confines of his siblings body, leering at humans so feeble and ripe for their taking. His sister truly spoiled him, gave him a smorgasbord in which to partake and even stored some away for when they felt like it.
Daki hums, pupils she used to mask her ranking branded within her eye scanning the room once more until Gyutaro called once more. You, he’d chosen, so pretty and meek in a sea of bodies.
“She’s new, cute face comparably. It’s her first night,” his sister’s tone is not one he’s unfamiliar with, he cannot see the sneer but knows she wears it. She relents for him though, giving her big brother something he’s chosen since he doesn’t do so often.
Something about Shigaraki…I just want to pamper him. Cuddle him, smooch him. Suck his cock. He deserves someone to take care of him, ya know? Ugh…why can’t it be me? 😫
Ok this has been plaguing my mind for like two days now and you're giving me a reason to indulge anon 😩
Playing house with Tomura ♡
But it's a Tomura you've stolen away from AFO and the league. He's a frazzled bit of a mess. But so in love with you that his convictions on other things fade away. You have to keep him safe and out of harms way though. So he practically spends all his time at home.
Quaintest little home like out of a cliche little nuclear family. The thought of it all should repulse him. But it never does.
Tomura who spends most his time inside anyways. Or following you around. Worshipping you of course. But then you turn right around and pamper him. Cook his meals. Suck his cock daily. Sex all the time. He doesn't have time to think about anything else.
It's not a surprise when little housebound Tomura who can't keep his cock out of you. Ends up with the ideal picture perfect life of a pregnant wife. You might not be married but he's never going to leave. And now he's really not going to leave with a baby on the way.
He only ends up hungrier and needier for you hours between your legs. Same goes for his cock in your mouth. Cunt stuffed with cum bc it doesn't matter you're already pregnant. Playing house like a couple of horny fools.
And a Tomura who doesn't leave the house is perfect for a baby. Call it brainwashed or call it love. Now he takes care of you and a little blue haired baby. All about to do it again bc he loves playing house with you and that means making babies ♡
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