untitled #1 starring your favorite bully.

──☆*:・ﾟcontent warning: harassment and intimidation, non-consensual touching, attempted soliciting, possessive aggressor, yandere-esque vibes, reader wears a blouse. minor/ageless/blanks dni!

How much to touch?

is what the note says. A torn corner of the mathematics pop quiz turned to flying projectile turned to smack dab in the middle of your test. You duck your head over it and cover the paper with a hand, so that when the teacher glares down the face of the room, scouting out potential cheaters, he doesn't give you that second glance. You scoff looking down at it. Messy blue pen ink scrawled on printer paper; fingerprints left on a particularly thick wrinkle. You scrunch it in your hand and toss it up when the teacher isn't looking.

As if he could afford you.

satosugu and reader band au………rich kid gojo who knows how to play drums because it pissed his family off to learn such a chaotic instrument……….geto who knows how to play bass…………..his guitar solos always rocks…….sometimes they look at each other and play off each other near the end of shows, just to rile up the crowd (and it does. they love them). then there’s you, their lead singer and pianist…….you have haunting vocals which your cult following gravitate towards. your fans say you either sound like an angel gracing this earth or a harbinger of chaos…………………..you don’t perform often though because you have performance issues……..but everyone who’s heard you before knows you can’t sing like that at every show. you have to let the emotions build up until you’re ready to explode. the band makes do with geto and gojo because they can both sing (nothing like you though) and they’re both good looking, that always attracts a niche crowd (nothing that some reverent fans would go to, the three of you together on stage are a package deal).

BAND AU BAND AU AAAAAAAAAAAAA

OH THERES SOMETHING ABOUT DEKU SMOKING

"There you are."

When you speak his head pops up, verdant curls bouncing wildly and eyes almost impossibly wide. Hunched over himself in a low squat, Deku has tucked himself behind the concrete stairs of the back exit, hands cupped in front of his face to block the wind from extinguishing his cigarette. He tucks them behind his back with inhuman speed, a thin blush growing across the bridge of his nose. His lips are pursed into a strange shape, the corners pulled tight while the center is puckered.

It's almost cute how embarrassed he is to be caught, but you know better than to smile.

Both of you watch each other, waiting for the other to break. Deku doesn't even breathe. He stays there, frozen, like he thinks you won't see him if he doesn't move.

Finally, he exhales sharply through the side of his mouth, a thin stream of smoke pouring from his lips. It's slow, with the restraint and relaxation of a seasoned smoker--- and the tired eyes of one too. You've been Deku's personal assistant for years and he's always been focused and cheerful, if not saccharine, but now he seems....

"I didn't know you smoked."

"You can't tell anyone," he says softly, defeated. He pulls his hands from behind his back and stamps out the cigarette butt against the concrete .

"I won't." you say it a bit too quickly and Deku sags, as if you've confirmed his fears. Quickly, you sputter out: "But I don't think it's a big deal. We all have little bad habits and flaws, you know?"

He smiles, all teeth and squints like usual, but suddenly it feels hollow, nothing more than an overpracticed act.

"I'm the number one hero in Japan." He smashes the ashes further, grinding them further and further until the the pile is scatters across the ground. "I don't get to have little flaws."

He looks back up at you, his smile faded into something into much smaller, much sadder, and much more authentic.

"I get to have big, juicy secrets that..." Deku trails off, "I barely won Number One last year, if I have any slip ups..."

He puts his hands on his knees and stands, brushing off his hero suit with a heavy sigh. Rolling his shoulders back, he stands up straight and offers his signature plastic smile. "Forget I said that. Back to work?"

As he walks back toward the door, y realize that you've known Deku for years-

but you think you may have just met Izuku for the first time.

naoya zen'in who loves to show off what is his, what others could only ever dream of having. it's why he brings you to the clan meetings even though you have no status there. you're meant to sit there, looking pretty and obedient and perfect — another accessory for him.

he revels in the attention you bring him, the way the men in the room can't help but stare at you. they watch in jealousy as naoya touches you however he wishes with no resistance from you. quiet and pliant, just how he likes you. you don't flinch when he shoves his fingers in your mouth or gag when he pushes your head down on his cock. naoya has trained you well and they all want their own little pet like his.

you're simply a beautiful doll for the head of the zen'ins to play with.

im so obsessed with this gif its unreal

overstim piss makes me go fucking insane you're absolutely brilliant perce holy crud: pee stuff tw i never written this before <3 coochie!reader but no pronouns/genderless pet names my cases are fucked up its like 12:01 sorry LOL

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀૮ • ﻌ • ა ain't nothin' but a hound dog!

cw; hybrid!characters, mentions of knotting & rut cycles. scent kink. panty/underwear things. some genital specific hcs.

Hound!Baji was easy enough to share a roof with, but as he adjusts to being the only hybrid in the house, he gets a little too big for his britches & forgoes his respect for you, not honoring the space as something you two share - but that he allows you to exist in. Now he’s stubborn to share - never mind a room; and especially not a bed.

And when he realizes you don’t have it in to argue with him, he stakes his claim on most things in the house. He's become aggressively territorial to the point you don't even have to be actively threatening his space for him to bully you.

He doesn't have a problem with mounting you to remind you who's the alpha in this house. His cock presses into you with the intention to make you submit, since you so often forget your place.

i know this has been played with somewhere out there in the universe that is our community, but truly bakugou getting hit with some kind of truth/'forced to say what he's thinking' quirk is HILARIOUS

you're both staring at each other, wide-eyed, heckels raised, like you're waiting for something to happen. the sky to fall in or for the floor to swallow either of you up.

at the same time, you both speak:

"what did you say?"

"i—don't know why i said that."

his entire face flushes hot enough that you can feel your own cheeks warming in response, like he means exactly what you think he means. your heart stutters in your chest and you're suddenly too aware of how open the door to his office is, how close you are to the interns, while standing in his doorway.

you'd hardly come into his office before he'd said, very calmly, "it's bullshit how nervous you make me."

a delayed thrill runs up your spine and it frightens you, sure, but you hold onto it before it slips away. "why would i make you nervous?"

bakugou's lips smush together as he sinks lower into his seat, and even though he's shaking his head rapidly, he just can't brush off what he's admitted. his shoulders raise in an odd fashion, like he's fighting himself to do it, and before he can plant a firm hand over his mouth, he sucks in a deep breath and says,

"'cause i'm afraid to say the wrong thing and look like an idiot in front of you."

it's hard to take in the embarrassment on his red face, and you avert your eyes elsewhere, as if that will give him some kind of reprieve from whatever is happening. the words echo in your head, bouncing around relentlessly; try as you might, you can't help but laugh a little.

"are you okay?"

when bakugou speaks, he's straining so hard you can see all the tendons in his neck. "clearly not."

and—you shouldn't. you really shouldn't take advantage of him, like this, but—

"are you just saying stuff?" your lips twist up into a smile as you look back at him, batting your eyelashes in a way that has him making fists on the top of his desk. "or do you mean it?"

you expect him to burn even brighter, for the muscle in his cheeks to jump and his teeth to grind, but his shoulders relax, suddenly, and he slouches back into his seat with a sigh.

"'course i fuckin' mean it," he mutters, bright eyed and unreserved. like maybe the truth makes him feel better, after all.

OP im going to smash u into billions of ittle peices what do you mean this is bad. this is so fluffy and cute and sweet and makes my insides feel soft like butter <3 i love katsuki being so precious and overly flustered and emotionally constipated. he's such a sweetheart here <3 the dialogue and your descriptions perfectly capture his character and frustration imo!!!! goob stuff yum

HE IS IN FACT SO SILLY HE'S SO SILLY and he got hit by that and still came into work LOL heheh

i wouldn’t wish a kendrick diss track on my worst enemy

tw: 18+. age gap. slight possessiveness.

despite the difference in age (and experience), yuji itadori never doubts in his ability to please you. he's an eager lover and it's evident in the way his lips trail across your skin, leaving burning imprints that he soothes with his tongue. each moan and gasp he pulls from you is another testimony to his skill, every broken cry of his name is akin to your sweet praise. you're putty in his hands just as he is in yours.

but there's that flicker, that tiny little fire that threatens to turn into a blaze inside him, when men your age leer at your body.

yuji knows he has nothing to prove, and you tell him such when you notice him set his jaw and the smoldering in his honey eyes.

but—

"y-yuji," you gasp, the breath in your lungs stolen from you as your lover pushes your thighs as far as he can. words can barely form in your brain let alone make it out of your mouth, his fingers digging into your skin hard enough to bruise.

"you feel so fuckin' good." yuji's cock slides into you, the position allowing him to easily sheath his entire length into your wet heat. the way you squeeze around him makes him go lightheaded, sucking in a breath through gritted teeth. "like you were made for me."

all you can do is claw at the sheets below you, pleasure coursing through your body making you want to writhe but his weight pinned you in place. each thrust of his hips is shallow, his swollen cockhead grinding into you and making you see stars.

"mine," he growls, eyes never once leaving your body, taking in every little detail he can so it's committed to memory. he never wants to let you go. "all mine. g'nna prove it to everyone."

i love lil pup yuuji trying to prove to the big dogs he can fuck his bitch just fine NO DIRECTION NEEDED thank you... i am actually obsessed with the dynamic of dilf/milf(ish) x younger/inexperienced male with something to prove. horny rambling below cut idk