I Don’t Know What It Is But I’m A Sucker For Men Who Still Wanna Fuck U Even Tho Ur Not Looking Ur

seventh heaven | s. todoroki

contains : f!reader, service dom!shouto, pre-established relationship, dubcon [reader under effects of lust quirk], pet names, pillow humping, spit, oral [f!rec], snowballing, praise, raw sex, quirk play [temperature play + branding], cervix fucking, creampie, cum stuffing, overstim. 5.1k word count.

bisous, twig : vewy self indulgent + poorly proofread + certain parts recycled from a post on an old blog :> if you liked this, you can also reblog it <3

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shouto doesn’t think he’s ever driven as recklessly as he is now— running red lights and stop signs, abusing the horn of his car, going nearly 25 mph over the posted speed limit while muttering profanities under his breath. it’s a bad look for a pro-hero of his caliber, but frankly, he doesn’t have it within himself to care— especially after the phone call you had given him not ten minutes prior.

your voice plays in his head as he thinks back to the shakiness of it, desperation obvious in its breathlessness, ‘shou, can you come home— please come home? r-really need you here.’

you had hung up before he could even open his mouth to ask you what the matter was, and it wasn’t much longer after that when he’d abandoned the lunch you packed for him this morning, leaving it sitting on the desk in his office while he rushed to his car— which is where is now— avoiding crashing and causing collisions as he tries to make it back home to you as fast as he can.

worry sets in his chest as he flits through all the possible worst-case scenarios he could think of: had someone broken in? maybe it was a villain with a personal vendetta against him— or just a regular thief… no, it couldn’t have been; the house’s security system was far too strong for a low life criminal to be able to break through.

whatever it may be, shouto mentally prepares himself to face what’s on the other side of the front door when he arrives in record time— 15 minutes from the heart of the city to the gated neighbourhood in the suburbs where the two of you reside in a house you always complained was too big for just the two of you.

the harsh friction of rubber on pavement screeches loudly as he pulls into the driveway, disregarding his poor parking job before making a beeline for the front door. he inhales deeply in an attempt to calm his nerves and the frenzied voice in his head before shakily punching the four-digit code into the padlock. throwing the door open, shouto rushes in, eyes darting around the space of your home to look for you and any signs of disturbance.

everything seems to be in place in the living room— the photos of you and him and your mutual friends on the fireplace mantel, the empty sake bottles and deck of cards on the coffee table from saturday night’s drinking escapade, the bouquet of burgundy roses he had placed on the closed lid of the grand piano— nothing had moved an inch from where it was this morning when you sent him off to work with his lunch and a goodbye kiss.

he continues his inspection of the first floor, making thorough work of the kitchen and powder room before skipping every other step as he hurries up the spiral staircase. stopping at the top, he looks both ways— snapping his head towards your shared bedroom from which he hears muffled whimpers.

“honey?” no response. he feels his heartbeat audibly in his head and fear settle in his bones when your noises only increase in volume as he nears, his right hand covered in frost in preparation to confront the situation going on behind the closed door, “honey, are you alright?”

“shou…”

his eyes shoot wide open at the break in your voice, all sense of precaution flying out the window when he runs towards your room and flings the door open.

shouto didn’t know exactly what he was expecting to be welcomed with when he barged in— dark red painting his mulberry silk sheets with his lover bloodied and beaten and on the brink of death or being held at gunpoint.

he definitely was not expecting to find you curled up and writhing on the bed, nothing adorning your frame except a shirt that belonged to him.

he stands breathless and dumbfounded at the doorway as he tries to make sense of your current state, but is quickly knocked out of his thoughts when another whimper of his name pushes past you, “baby, what happened?” shouto rushes over to your side and raises his hand to cup your cheek soothingly, only to slightly retract it from how abnormally warm your skin felt, “you’re heating up…”

“i, hah— lust quirk… my co-worker accidentally hit me with it…” you whine out through little gasps for air, and suddenly his attention is averted to the pillow you had in between your legs— his pillow, and shouto feels a blush start to cover his face when he sees your bare cunny grind against it.

he finds himself in a trance— cool palm stuck to your heated cheek as his gaze travels up and down your body: from your parted lips to the labored rise and fall of your chest and all the way down to the wet patch on the pillow in between your thighs that only seems to be getting larger with each passing minute.

he’s heard of lust quirks before— heard of their side effects: increased stamina, better orgasms— he’s also heard cheeky remarks from his friends about how they wished their lovers had them. he remembers you telling him some time ago that someone you worked with had one, but never in his wildest dreams did he think that you’d ever be affected by it.

with your whiny panting, glazed-over eyes and arched back as you try to get off on his pillow— shouto doesn’t think he’s ever seen you this needy when he hasn’t even laid a finger over your most sensitive parts yet. it has the initial worry dissipating from his blood to be quickly replaced with a burning desire as he toes off his boots and leaves them at the foot of the bed before climbing onto it to hover over you.

he can’t help the tightening in his pants and the lust evident in his gaze as he stares down at you squirming against the cool sheets, hips rutting against the pillow and sweet, needy cries falling onto his ears— but he also can’t help but feel slightly guilty for getting so aroused at your plight.

blue flames rip through your limbs, head clouded with a carnality that has you short of breath and searching desperately for release— you’ve never felt this way before; you can feel your heart pounding against your skull and the throbbing of your clit in your fingertips. it’s overwhelming, and it has you impatient as your hands reach up to entangle in his two-toned hair and pull him closer, “please, please, shou— need you so bad— please—”

it shakes him out of his thoughts, the drawn-out whine of his name sending blood flooding down to his cock, “it’s okay, baby, ‘m right here. you have me…” shouto shushes you and removes the palm from your cheek to replace the pillow in between your legs with his clothed thigh, breathlessly laughing when he sees your cream begin to coat the fabric, “so wet… ‘nd i haven’t even touched you yet.”

“uh huh, ‘s all for you— only you,” your thighs clench around his, a pleasured wail pushing past you at how much more friction there is with it than his pillow.

“you’re so cute when you’re this turned on…” he leans down to coo at you sweetly, brushing his nose against yours before slotting his lips in between yours.

the kiss is sloppy—lewd and filthy as spit get tossed between your mouths with little care for the way it dribbles down the corners of his lips, to his chin, to fall as fat globs onto the expanse of your chest.

a fire begins to burn in the pit of his stomach when you grind up on his thigh, and shouto can only bring himself to respond with a low moan as he sucks on your tongue. his palms travel up from your hips to cup your breasts, squeezing the soft mounds slightly before tracing his thumbs over your pebbled nipples through the fabric of the shirt you were wearing.

it belonged to him— the white dress shirt he had worn out to dinner with you last night. he wonders why you chose to reach for it, and is quick to arrive at an answer, “does this shirt smell like me, angel?”

you shy into the large neck of the shirt, nodding meekly as your thighs rub against his upon hearing the sweet adoration lacing his voice.

“you’re— hah— so perfect,” he pulls away from your lips, a string of saliva connecting him to you as he looks down, mouth parted and eyes lidded with lust as he watches every slow roll of your hips against his thigh, muttering out an expletive when he feels your slick seep through the thick fabric of his pants to meet his bare skin, “baby, can i taste you?”

it comes out as barely a whisper— almost a plea against your lips, and the sultriness of his voice has you taking in a shaky breath and nodding your head frantically, “uh huh, wan’ you s’bad, shou…”

he leans in once more to capture your lips— softly, this time. shouto falls deeper when your grip on his hair tightens and your tongue slips into his mouth, but he pulls away just before he can drown, gently shushing your protested whines, “i know, honey, i know.”

with one final lingering kiss placed to your brow, he sits back on his haunches to roll you over onto your stomach, running his palms up the curves of your waist under his shirt you were wearing to tug it off of your frame.

you’re fully exposed to him now; he feels a lecherous heat radiating off of you and can see the thin sheen of your essence coating the insides of your plush thighs— he can smell it too— it’s smells like you, like the sugarplum sweetness he’s used to, but it’s unexpectedly strong.

unexpected, but most welcome.

it consumes his senses— has his head spinning and spit pooling at the tip of his tongue, and if anyone were to look into his eyes, they would be able to see just how dilated his pupils were, leaving little space for the grey and blue of his irises to show through. it’s almost as if your scent were casting a spell on him, and shouto can’t help but wonder whether this is an effect of the quirk you’re under.

he’s quick to remove his hero costume, leaving only his wrist guards and boxers on before clambering back on top of you to place his open mouth on the nape of your neck, evident hard-on pressing down on your ass, “jus’ let me take care of you…”

cool fingers trace down your spine, warm kisses following in their wake until they reach the dimples at the bottom of your back into which he digs his thumbs, wrapping his large hands around your hips to angle you up onto your knees. a little mumble of ‘arch your back’ followed by a quick rustle of the sheets and a subsequent ‘good girl’ has your cunny landing right in front of his face. he can see you so clearly like this, translucent slick sliding down your folds to collect on the swell of your clit.

did you always get this wet?

shouto examines your sex more closely than he thinks he ever has before, one hand leaving your hip to gently rub circles onto your nub with his thumb, slowly gliding it up and down your folds as he revels in the way your essence coats the pad of his finger in a thick glaze.

he’s teasing you— unknowingly— thumb continuing its assault on your clit while he finds himself enamoured by the way your cunny clenches down around empty air at his ministrations. he’s shaken out of his trance by a hurried wiggle of your hips and a muffled whimper of his name reaching his ears, quickly mumbling out a chuckle of an apology before leaning in to slot his pointed nose in between your folds and suck sweetly on your nub.

the soft, warm plush of his lips on the place you needed to feel him most has you crying out, arching your chest further into the mattress and one of your arms flying back to find the grip of his hands on your hips.

you’re incredibly sweet— tooth-rottingly so, and it’s not long before tender suckles turn into harsh licks up the length of your folds as he gets drunk on your taste, his tongue finding a home within your walls to try and taste more of you.

more, more, more.

insatiable; that’s what he is, humming contently at the slick that travels across his tongue and down his throat, slurring almost incoherently against the hot, tight ring of muscle, “y’taste— fuck— so good…”

the vibrations of his baritone voice send blood rushing down to your ever-swelling clit and his words of praise do nothing to stop the tightening of the coil in the pit of your stomach.

you feel yourself floating— head in the clouds and brain fogged from how he draws hearts onto your clit and the lewd squelches of him cleaning up your drooling cunt— it all feels so good, too good, and you slide the hand you had on top of his to grasp onto his fingers in a failed attempt to keep yourself grounded.

failed, because your actions have his other hand, his right hand flying down from your hip, cool thumb flicking over your throbbing nub and slightly cooler middle and ring fingers scissoring and sheathing themselves inside you.

you kick your feet against the mattress and gasp out when he finds that one shallow, sensitive spot that lies within your gummy walls, sending the tight coil in your stomach unravelling at full tilt sooner than you had wanted it to, “shou, p-please— cumming, ‘m cumming—!”

it’s a broken, drawn-out moan, and it travels straight to shouto’s cock as he grinds his crotch down into the mattress and hums, quirking his fingers faster and replacing his thumb with his lips.

he removes himself from you when your thighs begin to shake, turning you onto your back before hovering over you to lean down and take your lips in his. you feel him smirk against you after he pushes his way into your mouth, letting your cream spill from his tongue to yours, “see how sweet you taste, baby? gonna give me a cavity…”

you can only hum and lazily smile in agreement, chest heaving as your catch your breath. looking up at his muscular frame, you reach one hand out to trace your fingers down the lines of his sinewy torso until they arrive at the elastic waistband of his boxers, gently tugging his lower half against yours as you wrap your legs around his lithe waist for leverage, “wan’ you here…” you take his hand in yours and press his palm to your abdomen, “… please?”

his chest constricts at how sweetly you beg for him, your fingers tracing shapes on the back of his hand while you look up at him with dewy, bambi eyes.

“you’ll have me, angel… i’m yours— all yours, just as you are mine,” he hastily wipes your drying essence off his chin before leaning down to kiss you again— slowly and lovingly, running his thumb along your cheekbone to seal his promise.

you’re quick to spring into action, the both of you letting out a languid moan when you grind up along the outline of his cock, feeling the cool, sticky mess of his pre-cum seeping through the thin fabric of his boxers against your hot cunt.

shouto’s breath fans across your neck when he looks down, palming his cock briefly before pulling his boxers halfway down his thighs, shuddering at the cold air that sweeps from the open window over his leaking slit.

you marvel at how it twitches against his stomach, beads of pre-cum oozing out when he pumps the length a few times and runs a finger along the large vein on the underside; you know it as his most sensitive area.

using one hand, he angles your leg higher on his waist while he uses the other to guide the head of his cock to tap your swollen clit a few times, proceeding to then slide it in between your warm folds. he thumbs at his slit, coaxing more pre-cum out from it to lubricate you further as he struggles to push his red, bulbous head past the tight ring of muscle lining your entrance.

“y-you’re so much tighter… fuck—" it comes out as a strained groan when he manages to get half an inch inside you, fingers digging almost painfully into your waist.

you can only mewl out an apology in response and pull him in closer when your thighs tighten around his waist, a silent plea for him to fuck you.

“i know, honey, j-jus’ wait…” shouto takes a moment to draw his mind away from how your cunny sucks on his slit with every clamp down on it— knowing he would be sure to cum pre-maturely if he had spent any longer thinking about it.

with a low growl, he eases himself into your slick warmth— inch by agonizing inch— his girth brushing delicately against all the pleasure points that line your walls in a way that has your breath hitching in your throat and your hands flying up to grip onto his biceps. after what feels like an eternity, he finally sheathes his full length in you, head of his cock weighing down heavily on the sponge of your cervix.

it hurts— ever so slightly— the slow burn ripping through your core and down to your entrance, but shouto's kind enough to let you adjust to his size against what feels like your “virgin” walls. when he hears you let out a needy whimper, urging him to move, he begins to grind his hips down onto yours experimentally as he massages your cervix with his tip, groin simultaneously rubbing against your puffy nub in a way that ignites a fire in your stomach and has you writhing beneath him.

your noises are angelic— sweet, drawn-out moans of his name that ring in his head as his eyes roll back into his skull at the plush grip of your spongy walls— it has the muscles in his chest contracting and cock twitching inside of you almost frantically, in search of release.

after keeping his ministrations up for some time, he can tell you're almost to cum by how the sounds that leave your lips increase in volume and frequency, and he takes this as the perfect opportunity to pull back out of you almost fully and drive back into you with a harsh, erotic groan.

shouto stops for a moment to catch his breath, the grip of your gummy walls around him making him feel like he might cum with just another thrust alone. you’re incredibly tight, almost painfully so, and it has the fire in the pit of his stomach only burning brighter with each passing moment. he draws back and forth deep into you, knocking your cervix with every thrust as they progressively get faster and rougher.

"i- ahn, right there, right there- fuck!" your mind goes numb from how he abuses the most sensitive spot that lies within your walls, and you weakly claw at his back in search of purchase.

your words prompt shouto to hoist your legs up onto the tops of his broad shoulders, the new angle he's hitting you at making your jaw fall slack and back arch, chest pressed flush against his own as he leans down to swallow your cries, "t-that feel good, angel?”

"mhm— gonna cum—!” he knocks your cervix repeatedly, the velvety feel of his dick squishing up against it finally getting that coil in your stomach to snap loose. it sends you reeling, walls spasming around his length and your eyes squeezing shut while you ride out your wave of pleasure.

shouto thinks he’s going to cum too— he can tell by the way icy hot pleasure courses through his veins and into his palms when he subconsciously heats one of them up and cools the other one down. before he can fully process his actions, the words spill out from his lips as a begging request, “can i brand you, baby?

“mhm, y-yeah—please…” your sweaty palms land on top of the backs of his hands, pressing them further into the fat that wraps around your hips, “make me yours, wanna be your pretty girl forever ‘nd ever…”

and that he does.

with a breathless proclamation of his love, he manipulates the temperatures radiating from either palm to leave a faint burn mark on your right hip and frostbite on your left while he spills inside your womb, thrusts faltering when you clamp down around his length— the pleasured pain from his quirk tumbling you into another orgasm as you cream around his cock yet again.

but it’s not enough— the mass of arousal from the lust quirk still weighs down heavily on your abdomen, and your hands find shouto’s to intertwine your fingers with his.

holding them to your chest, you lazily open your eyes and look up to meet his heterochromatic ones, sighing happily when he reaches down to kiss away the tears that spill onto your cheeks, “one more?”

his cock stirs awake from its place within your walls at your tender plea, and he raises your hand to plant his lips over each knuckle, “of course, angel… as many more times as you want; i’ll be right here,” with a final kiss placed to the inside of your calf, shouto leans forward, folding you nearly in half while he nestles his cock deeper within you— so deep you swear you can feel him in your womb.

he slowly draws his hips back and forth; this time around made a little easier from his milky seed smeared against your walls, and he calculates his thrusts so that the fat head of his cock prods that one spongy, sensitive spot that has you keening against him and your fingers holding a vice grip around his larger hands.

your silken walls are quick to pulse around his length, breathless pants picking up their pace and whines of, ‘please, please, please!’ getting higher in pitch— the sweet noises reminiscent of those that you made when you came around his length not five minutes ago.

shouto frees a hand from your grasp, moving it up to cup your face as he kisses you deeply, muffling your shaky cries with his low groans, “that’s it— let go, baby,” his voice is silky and saccharine on your lips, and it, along with a final nudge of his cock against the deepest pleasure point inside you, sends you toppling into a third orgasm— this time stronger than the past few as overstimulation settles in your bones.

you’re shaking profusely under him, body wracked with trembles— and the only thing you can bring yourself to do is mindlessly babble against his skin while you cream around his cock, “i love you, i love you, i love you—!”

“f-fuck, i love you too— s-so much,” shouto lets out a guttural groan at your proclamation, the words travelling straight to the fire in the pit of his stomach as he buries his face in your neck and spills inside your womb—creamy seed sloshing around your walls to paint them an opaque, milky white.

he jerks slightly on top of you, jolts of intense euphoria shooting through his limbs— but before he can catch his breath, shouto’s leaning down to swirl his tongue over your nipples after another meek whimper of, ‘one more?’ falls onto his heeding ears.

one more time turns into three more times turns into more times than shouto can count—it’s been nearly six hours since he’s arrived home and the sun’s begun to set now; it shines down on your body from the open windows of your bedroom and casts a warm orange glow over your skin. if shouto weren’t so focused on engraving the sloppy mess of his cum and your cream coating the base of his cock and groin into his brain, he’d be looking deep into your eyes, admiring the way they twinkle and glow a few shades lighter under the setting sun.

but he’s far too gone for that now, his hips slapping erratically against the backs of your thighs while your legs tremble atop his broad shoulders— cum gushing out of your worn cunny and dribbling down your skin to soak the bed sheets with every hasty thrust.

the air is thick with the smell of sex and lewd sounds of your shared moans as you cum around his cock for the sixth time that day— an additional two times on his tongue and fingers.

this was too much, even for a man with his stamina— filling you up with his hot seed nearly enough times to count on both his hands— yet he can’t find it within himself to stop; not with your angelic mewls, not with the way your nails scratch red wings onto his back, not with how the wet walls of your cunny suck him in— it all sends him spiraling as he chases high after high after high.

shouto’s convinced he’s shooting blanks inside you at this point, cock beat and overstimulated, veins protruding from his biceps as the sweaty hold he has on the headboard only gets tighter. he’s uncharacteristically talkative in this state, too— stuttering and hiccupping on words that spew from his lips almost nonsensically, “b-baby, oh, god— so s-sensitive— you’re so fucking b-beautiful— h-hah, fuck—"

he continues to rut uncontrollably into your sopping cunny, unable to think straight— but he can tell he’s almost done for. his arms are trembling from holding up his weight for the past few hours, two-toned hair wet against his forehead and sweat dripping down his body onto yours. you’re spent too— he can sense it in the way your high-pitched whines of his name turn to incoherent babbles and how your hands fall limp from his back to grip at the silk sheets.

with one last push, he slows down his thrusts, angling them so that the head of his cock fits in between the opening of your cervix, thumb tiredly massaging circles into your near numb clit as you fall into a final orgasm.

your heels dig into his shoulder blades, not sure whether to pull him closer or push him away when you feel an unfamiliar hot streak rip through your abdomen and down your limbs, body breaking into trembles as your back arches off the bed and your hands weakly clasp at the edges of the pillow your head lay on, “f-feels funny, shou— ‘m gonna—!”

“‘s alright, b-baby—oh, f- fuck— m-me too,” and with a quick snap of his hips forward, shouto fills you to the hilt with his length, cock twitching frantically against your pulsating walls as he empties himself inside you one last time, teeth clenched to suppress a wanton groan when he feels a thick gush of your arousal spray all over his abdomen.

his limbs give out from under him, and he lowers himself down gently onto you before rolling over onto his back and cradling your head in the crook of his neck, his other hand pressing your chest flush against his.

you feel each other’s heartbeats like this, and you share a tired laugh when shouto’s cock softens and slips out of you, the cum he’s plugged you up with slowly following suit as it leaks out onto the already soaked, taut skin of his tummy. you lay together in the remnants of your arousals, too blissed out to be bothered by the messiness of it all.

shouto speaks up first after he catches his breath, voice raspier than usual from overexerting it in the hours prior, “you had me worried, y’know… thought someone had broken in, or something.”

“‘m sorry…” you lay slow kisses over the expanse of his chest apologetically, shyly smiling when you realize he’s tracing hearts into your back with his finger, “i tried taking care of it myself, but it’s jus’ not the same without you.”

warmth floods his chest at your words, and he leans his head down to place his lips firmly on the crown of your head, “i’m glad you called— that was… amazing.”

“maybe i should get my co-worker to accidentally hit me with her lust quirk more often,” you smirk up at him mischievously, poking his cheek when he returns your look with fake incredulity.

“and keep me from doing hero work?”

“you would be doing hero work; rescuing a poor civilian who got hit with a lust quirk, helping them tough it out…”

he only responds with a cheeky hum as he glides his tongue over his top row of teeth, to which you scoff incredulously.

“what— would you rather i call someone else instead the next time this happens? what if i called baku—”

“alright, alright, i get it,” shouto interrupts you before you have a chance to finish your statement, laughing heartily as he wraps his arms around you tighter, almost protectively— and runs a heated finger up and down the groove of your spine.

you lay in comfortable silence a tad longer— watching the sun set and the moon rise, listening to the singing of the birds as it dwindles off into the chirps of the crickets.

shouto opens his mouth to ask about getting you cleaned up, only to shut it just as fast when he notices you passed out, little snores pushing past the part of your lips where drool dribbles onto his chest. he smiles down at you with adoration and stars dancing around in his eyes at how sweet— how innocent you look like this— his beautiful girl.

taking your hand in his, he brings it up to his lips to plant kisses over your palm and fingertips— silent vows of protecting you and keeping you out of harm’s way for as long as he lives. and then, his fingers find your hips, rubbing soothing circles over your slightly burnt skin from when he had branded you in the hours prior— a symbol of your love, and how you belonged to him and he belonged to you.

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thanx for reading ily ! rbs + comments are so appreciated :] !

girlfriend who ogles over bakugous muscles and he loves every second of it bc you’re his first gf (the first girl he ever actually liked really) and so he shows off for you. He loves it when you comment on how strong he is bc he worked so hard for it and he loves that you think it’s sexy :)

Authors Note: OMG OMG YES I AGREE (*♡∀♡)! Who wouldnt be obsessed with this man’s body? HES SO HOT OMG AHHHJSNDHJBEJK  (⁄ ⁄>⁄ ▽ ⁄<⁄ ⁄)

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Bakugo Katsuki x F!Reader

Description: Headcannons of you being Bakugo Katsuki’s girlfriend who is absolutely obsessed with his muscles, and he loves every second of it. 

Rating: Fluff

Disclaimer: Lil Bit of a Domestic Relationship, Established Relationship, Talk About Physical Looks

Word Count: 945

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Your boyfriend is a very proud man. Although Bakugo did have his fair share of insecurities, they all seemed to be drowned out by how load he boasted about what he was confident about. His body was just one of the many things to add to that list.

Bakugo worked hard to have his current looks, intense workouts, and strict diets to achieve what he deemed perfection. Besides clothes, one of the first things he brought when you two moved into your shared apartment was workout gear, claiming he could not function without it. This dedication resulted in a mouthwatering physic, big broad shoulders, defined strong arms, toned abs, thick muscular thighs, attractive from all standards making you feel like an especially lucky gal that you get to have a front-row seat to Bakugo Katsuki's good looks.

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♡ When you two cuddle, your favorite thing to do is squish his relaxed muscles. Early on in the relationship, it would just be his arms, squeezing and slapping the soft flesh and giggling when he would flex it to get you to stop messing with him.

"Look at you, all obsessive over me, tch.."

♡ You often lay with your head on his chest, smothering yourself in his pecs which are so pillowy and soft when he's not flexing them. Sometimes you even playfully bite them or mess with his nipples to which he will try to swat you away although he 100% is blushing and trying to hide how much you amuse him. You even bite his plushy thighs whenever the opportunity arises.

"What the hell? Ow! Shit, get off you fucking piranha, why the hell did you bite me!"

♡ You are always making some sort of physical contact with him, whether it's leaning on him for support or gripping his arm when walking. It's like second nature to grab onto him when he's around, and while sometimes he gets embarrassed due to PDA, the majority of the time he's proud, makes him feel powerful when you rely on his strength for simple tasks.

"Here, grab onto me before you fall down the damn stairs, you can try to fool yourself but I know how clumsy you can be."

♡ Whenever you are tired or in pain from an uncomfortable outfit choice Bakugo always picks you up without fail. He'll watch you struggle for a bit, laughing when you stumble before he wraps his strong arms around your legs and holds you so you don't go tripping and get a mouth full of dirt. It never fails to amaze you how easily he picks you up.

"Here, gimme your heels, I'll carry you. I told you not to wear those shitty shoes, babe, I knew this would happen. Tch, so stubborn."

♡ It's always a sight to watch Bakugo cook, not only is he a master at it, but he often cooks with his shirt off when he's in the comfort of his own home. When this happens, you simply sit at the island counter behind him, getting a perfect view of his broad back flexing as he's wearing nothing but some sweatpants and an apron.

"Huh? Stop staring, dumbass, your fucking drooling. I slaved away to make you this meal so you better eat it, don't forget to compliment the master chef.''

♡  He always makes sure to pull out a stool for you to sit on while he works out, knowing you enjoy the view of him exercising. Bakugo is quite different when he's in the zone, face relaxed with only a slight twitch of his eyebrow, eyes no longer glaring and instead determined, mouth agape as he pants and on occasion smirks when he catches a glance at your expression. His muscles look so good, curves and ridges moving constantly as he pulls himself over the bar, handling his full body weight with ease. His skin is smooth, littered with battle scars which you took the time to admire every day.  Damn, you are so in love with this man.

"Take a picture, pretty, it will last longer."

♡ When Bakugo hugs you, to tease you he sometimes wraps his arms tightly against your back, laughing as you struggle to free yourself but he's just too damn strong, no matter what tricks you have up your sleeve you can never beat your boyfriend at this frustrating game he plays.

"Pfft, look at you, what's the matter, huh? I'm just too strong for you?"

♡ He often teases you about your attraction to him, smirking and wiping the sweat off his forehead with the bottom of his shirt just to give you a peek at his abdomen and chest, a sight which you enjoy thoroughly.

"And you call me a pervert. What? No, I didn't do it on purpose, in your fucking dreams."

♡ When you compliment his body or his strength best believe he will hold it against you, constantly teasing you about how good he looks to you or how perfect he is for you. He loves it when he receives any type of praise from you, you are always so genuine it makes him all giddy and proud that he worked so hard. Yes, being physically strong matters a lot in the hero world,  but he would be lying if he said he doesn't think about you whenever he creates a workout plan.

"Of course, you think I'm strong, baby, I mean who else would manhandle you in bed if it wasn't for thee Bakugo Katsuki."

♡ All in all, you definitely were a fan of his muscles and there were many sweet moments in the day to prove that.

Authors Note: Okay I turned it into kinda a drabble / headcanons? I hope you guys enjoy because I know its different then a more fleshed out story! If you would like to request this type of writing just ask for headcanons and I’ll now what you mean!! 

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I LOVED EVERYTHING ABOUT THIS PERV VERSION OF KATSUKI AND THE SEX WAS SO SWEET?!

"Where do you think you're going, sweetheart?" • alpha!Bakugou x omega!female!reader

Warnings: a/b/o dynamics, all characters are aged up (18+), bakugou is a meanie (sniffles I love him), bakugou calls himself daddy, bakugou is kinda a perv, dacraphylia, degrading, knotting, mutual bickering, mating press, office setting, oral (f!receiving), porn with a little bit of plot, pet names (pretty thing, sweetheart, baby, love, pet, honey, little one, etc), pwp (reader is bakugou's assistant), reader is a tsundere, reader doesn't talk much (I'm bad at writing it), size difference (bakugou is humongous), squirting, smut, teasing

W/C: 3,488 (oml)

A/N: This is my first EVER fic. I'm so proud 🥺 It is for @kxkyuu-main and her ask here

You found an ad on Indeed a week after you moved to Tokyo. It was an assistant position at the pro hero agency for Dynamight. You had previously worked in a smaller agency in Yokohama.

You got the interview literal hours after applying for the position. You were ecstatic, already picking out your outfit for the infamous Dynamight.

All went according to plan the next week, and finally on Friday you had the interview.

Walking into the building you felt so small, miniscule even. Clutching your bag closer to your body as you walked to the front desk.

"Uh.. hi. I have an interview with Dynamight, for the assistant position?" Your voice was meek at the beginning, but steadily got more confident.

The woman at the desk directed you to take the elevator to the 12th floor, where his office was. Saying he was ready for you.

Pressing the button to the elevator and walking in was the easiest task of that day. The day had been easy up to the moment you met him, Bakugou Katsuki. The biggest Alpha you had ever laid eyes on. Yeah you had seen pictures of him, but none of them prepared you for the day you met him.

That was a year and a half ago. You have settled comfortably into your new position and new home. The pay is good and the people you work with are nice. Excluding one.

Your boss Bakugou Katsuki was mean. Downright unbearable some days. But so were you. You could bite back with the same amount of anger and hatred that he used when you two bickered. You once called him out on the consistency of the disagreements you two had, called them "fights". He was quick to correct you.

"Tch, if we were fighting, you would know" He said with his usual snarky tone.

The man who you regularly had to be in close proximity to never seemed to be drawn to your scent. It was unorthodox for sure, but you never really thought much about it.

You knew your scent well. Freshly picked apples and a slight hint of mint. The alpha male that you were assistant to smelled richly of campfire smoke and the sweetness of iced tea.

It was an addicting smell, yes, but you never once thought he could be your mate. Not with all the fighting- sorry bickering you two did.

After half a year of working with Bakugou the fighting became more tense, like there was something in the air. Hell, you felt like you could cut it with a knife.

Then, he asked you the question all unmated omegas dread.

"So where's your mark, huh?" He was sat at his desk, smirk plastered onto his face as he looked towards you. And for the first time, that smirk lit a fire inside you, and you panicked.

You fumbled with your response as his gaze bore into you, unable to form a complete thought with him looking at you like that. But you were able to respond after a few minutes.

"Well, I don't see you mated either. What's the deal with that? A prominent Alpha like you unable to find his mate?" You were happy with your response.

But he wasn't. "It is bad enough I have to be surrounded by your scent all day, now I have to deal with you being a little bitch too?"

And that was the last straw, you got up and grabbed a stack of papers from your desk and headed to the copier room.

Finally away from his suddenly mind hazing scent you were able to breath deeply and clear your mind, yet the fire that he had lit inside you had yet to go out.

You opened the copier and placed one of the papers inside it. Then you heard the door open behind you and the scent you had just been able to get away from was engulfing you whole.

His voice rumbled in your chest. "Such a pretty thing, too bad you have such a bad mouth." He hissed into your ear, sending shivers down your spine. He had never been this close to you before, you were unable to think as the smell of smoke and tea was filling your nostrils.

You felt him bury his nose in your hair, unable to pull himself away from you. "So fucking sweet." He mumbles to himself.

Suddenly you felt his chest press against your back, it sucked the air right out of your lungs, now they were filled with the smokey air of the room. You tried to turn around but his hands quickly moved to your hips.

Tiny. You felt like the smallest thing on earth as his beefy hands grabbed your hips. He kept you in place as he spoke again.

"Where do you think you're going, sweetheart?" His voice was low, too low. It was awakening something inside you that you had never felt before.

You didn't want it to stop though. So you bit your lip and kept quiet, only mumbling out your bosses name as he squeezes your doughy hips.

"D-Dynamight" You manage to squeak out. The foreign feeling of his hands on your body making your brain even more hazy than his scent.

The warmth of his breath hits your neck, "Call me Katsuki, little one" Your body shudders again, a forbidden sound escapes your lips at his next movement.

His warm tongue glides from your earlobe down to your neck, right where your mating mark would be. His tongue stays there for a minute, circling around the spot as if he is mapping it out within his brain.

You feel like putty within his grasp, one of his hands moves so it's on your stomach, and he squeezes, making your body jolt.

He chuckles lowly, teeth now grazing against the spot, the fire in your stomach being fueled by each of his movements, no matter how small of a shift.

Your head started spinning as he turned you around, warm lips on yours without warning. Hands roaming your sides as he looked for the perfect spot to hold you close to him.

You could hear him, his growling, his absolute need for you. Then, his fingers were in your hair, pulling your head back and causing your mouth to open. Your eyes close as you feel the slight pain of him pulling your hair.

Then he spits in your mouth, his gruff voice following suit. "Swallow." It wasn't a question, it was a demand.

You have no clue why you did it, but you swallowed. And you felt yourself get wetter as he then lightly pats your cheek.

"what a good little pet" The words send heat to your cheeks, and he notices. "You like that, huh? Being called my pet?"

And you nod. You fucking nod and your heart swells. Your boss has you feeling things you have never felt before. These feelings are so new, so unknown. But you love it. You want more.

"Katsuki..." You say his name again. And you hear him groan under his breath.

"God. You have no clue what you do to me." It's the first time he has ever said something like that to you. And it makes you feel weak, but it makes you feel powerful too.

You look up at him, his huge figure towering over you. You let out a soft mumble of something, then he picks you up, laying you on the table in the copier room.

You finally get the perfect view of him, laying on your back and seeing the giant alpha who has been in your life every single day. You watch as he gets on his knees, pulling your hips to the end of the table.

"W-What are you doing?" You mumble out, he pushes your skirt up to your waist and then moves your thighs apart, his head finding purchase near your core.

And without warning he shoves his nose into your cunt, sniffing your wetness without a care in the world. Like he is the only one in the room. "So fuckin' sweet"

You think he's done with his pervy sniffing, but then he licks your panties, a long stripe of his saliva causing your panties to become even wetter than they had been from your arousal.

Your body rumbles as he speaks into your cunt, "Fuck you smell so good, hun" Your body reacts to his words, thighs squeezing shut in embarrassment.

"Come on, don't be like that" His hands pry your thighs apart, tongue meeting the sheer fabric that is barring him from tasting you fully.

"Y/N.." His husky voice melts any sort of resolve you had left, toes curling as you feel him peel off your panties.

He takes a sharp breath, hissing as he sees your bare pussy. Unable to resist as he presses his tongue against your clit, moving in perfect motions as his hands grab and paw at your thighs.

You moan softly, but he still hears it. And it makes him go even more feral. His mouth now sucking your clit as one of hands moves from your thigh. Pressing a digit against your entrance and pushing in.

The size of just one of your fingers has you wondering just how big his cock is, which in turn makes your head spin even more.

His finger searches for your spongy center, and once he finds it he doesn't go easy on you. Pushing another finger into you and bullying the sensitive spot over and over.

You quickly become a writhing mess on the table, a hand reaching for his dirty blond hair and grabbing a handful. Your body has no idea what it's feeling except for the fact that you are addicted to it.

A pressure starts building inside you, and you try and tell Bakugou, but he isn't listening. He's to focused on how good you taste. His whole world crumbling around him as he finally gets to taste what he has been dreaming of for years.

And you taste like heaven, absolutely divine. You taste like warm apple crisp with vanilla ice cream. And he cannot get enough of it.

You know for a fact the orgasm that is growing inside you isn't like any you have had before, it's stronger, much stronger. You can feel the tears welling up in the corners of your eyes as the pressure continues to build.

Then, it snaps. Without warning you squirt all over your bosses lower face, and he hums, being able to taste your squirt is like God's gift to him. He licks up all of the clear liquid as crystal clear tears drop to your cheeks.

After he has cleaned in between your thighs, he stands from his kneeling position, arms caging you in as he leans over you.

"Awe was that too much for you sweet thing?" His tone is mocking, but a soft sign of caring deep underneath. You shake your head and he clicks his tongue. Leaning towards you more and wiping some of your tears off your cheek with a smirk.

Your core is still on fire, you feel insatiable.

"Katsuki..?" Your voice is soft as you say his name, "Are you going to fuck me?"

He smiles and nods, "If that's okay with you, little one" And you nod back, a soft whimper coming from you when he confirms.

"Yes please.." Not even a second after you say yes his buckle is coming undone, and your heart is racing.

He moves his hands to your thighs, pushing them up to your chest with ease, holding them in place with one arm as he takes his cock in the other hand. Pressing his tip against your hole.

You take a sharp breath in as he pushes his tip into your walls, your eyes squeezing shut at the burning sensation of him stretching your cunt out.

"D'worry baby, daddy'll tak good care of you" His voice is like silk in your ear, so smooth and comforting. The pain almost goes away completely before he pushes more of his length into you.

He dryly laughs as he feels you get wetter from his words, "Such a fuckin' slut. Who woulda known?" He slaps your thigh, pushing into you as you squeak from the slap, already half of his huge girth inside you.

You feel like if he pushes any more of his length into you that you will most definitely split in half. But that doesn't stop him, his hand that was grasping his shaft is now circling your clit, making your walls tighten around him.

"Come on, I know you can take it" His voice is snarky, venomous even. But you nod, saying yes without speaking.

And you do, you take it all. Without any complaints because this is what you have been wanting for 2 years now, but you didn't even know it.

You pull his face to yours, lips against his with passion as he pushes the rest of his length into you, a sigh of relief comes from him as you try and adjust to his huge size.

But then he moves without warning. And you moan so loudly, loud enough to the point that you are 100% sure that everyone in the office heard it.

As if he read your mind, he speaks "Don't worry, honey. I sent everyone home for the day. No one can hear you, be as loud as you need to be."

And him just saying that opens a floodgate. As he continues to move his cock in and out of your wet cunt, you moan louder and louder.

His tip bullies it's way into your womb, the feeling mixed with your growing orgasm sends you spiraling, babbling his name over and over like a mantra. He is the only thing on your mind as he fuck you.

Then you finally feel it, the heat washing over you as you cum on his cock. Which makes him pick up his pace even more, picking you up from the table and slamming you against the wall, his teeth are hazardously close to your mating mark spot.

But at this point in time you don't care, and nor does he. His teeth sink into your skin and electricity goes through your body in waves.

He growls as he continues to bite your neck, so close to making you his forever "Fuckin' mine, ain't that right sweetheart?" the way your walls clench around him is the only answer he needs.

You feel his cock twitch inside you, his breathing becoming heavy with each thrust. His nails digging into your pillowy skin as he gets closer to his release.

"Fuck Y/N.. I'm gonna cum" He groans loudly, and his beautiful groans make you go crazy, pulling him closer to you. Not wanting to lose his body heat as you feel yourself growing close to your second orgasm.

"Please.. Please Katsu.. Cum inside me" You practically beg for him to fill you up, and he does. He doesn't waste a fucking second. You feel his searing hot cum inside your womb, and he keeps fucking into you with vigor.

Not stopping even after you have creamed on his cock for the second time, eyes rolling into the back of your head as the pleasure washes over your body.

He then pulls you from the wall and holds you up with one arm as he pulls the door open, walking you to his office and placing you on the leather couch.

You're on your hands and knees for him. Completely vulnerable to his whims. But you don't care. You want him to do everything and anything to you.

He grabs your ass with both of his hands, pushing the tip of his length against your entrance again and pushing into you with a purr of your name.

His cock immediately hits that perfect spot inside you, and he's making you see stars. And then he starts moving again, and you feel like you might faint. But by some ounce of luck you stay awake.

You feel every single vein of his gliding across your gummy walls. The sounds of your lust fills the room. You hear his hips snapping against your ass with every single thrust. And it just makes you wetter and wetter.

But he doesn't stop, not until he can feel you on the verge of your third orgasm. Then he slows down, his huge hand splayed out on your upper back to keep you pressed against the leather of the couch.

"You feel so good around my cock, baby, like you were fuckin' made for me" And that's when it happens. Your scents mix to create a smokey apple pie scent that fills the room.

You know he smells it too. And his whole demeanor changes, his movements become more languid, more sensual. Like he is thinking about each movement. With each stroke of his cock against your sensitive walls you grow closer to your release.

He whispers for you, a sound you have never heard before. "Cum f'me Y/N..." His voice is almost sweet, like the scent that fills the room.

And your body complies, you cream on his cock for the 3rd time that night. You aren't sure how much more you can take, but Bakugou has so many more plans for you.

He fills you up again without warning, and it makes you see white spots. It makes you feel loved as he fills you with his hot seed. It's so romantic to the new you that he has brought out.

"Gonna breed this pretty pussy of yours, make you all mine" He growls again and it makes the fire inside you burn even hotter.

And katsuki never says anything he doesn't mean. So he pulls you from your knees and pulls his cock out if you, making you feel so empty all of a sudden. Like a part of you is missing.

"Ride me, princess" His voice is stern as he sits on the leather couch, letting his pants drop to the floor along with his boxers. His meaty thighs exposed as well as his cock fully erect for you.

And you waste no time to straddle him, even though it hurts your hips to have your thighs around his big meaty ones, you endure the pain as you lower yourself onto his huge tip.

Bracing yourself for the searing pain as you lower yourself, nails digging into Katsuki's shoulders as you take more of him.

"'ts too much... I can't." And he shakes his head. Placing his hands on your hips as he pushes you down on his length further, inch my inch you take his whole cock. Not without your whines and begs for him to go slower, in which he clicked his tongue and continued anyways.

And then you took back control. Slightly bouncing up and down on the alphas huge cock, tears coming to your eyes as you feel his cock inside your womb again, even deeper than you had felt him before.

His face was buried in your neck, inhaling your scent as you were riding him. He couldn't resist you. Not for any longer. He couldn't stop himself when he found the spot to make you his.

You jolted as he licked the spot, but you didn't stop him. You wanted this, you needed this. More than anything in your whole entire life. This moment will make or break you.

Then it happened. He sunk his teeth into your neck, making you his. And all the stars aligned. You felt him cum inside you as He bit you, his knot growing quickly afterwards. Your body felt like it was floating, everything felt perfect.

Everything felt like it was meant to be. And you wouldn't change it for the world. He pulls his teeth out of your neck and pulls his head back, looking you in the eyes for the first time in what felt like forever.

His cherry red eyes meeting yours made you feel complete. His hand met your cheek, softly rubbing his thumb against your skin as his knot sat inside you.

"I've wanted to do that for so long, Y/N" His voice was sincere. And so were his eyes. You knew this was right.

The three words you had never said to anyone but your parents came from your lips so easily, "I love you, Katsuki" And your lips met his. Your heart swelled from the kiss.

He pulled away and repeated those three words back to you, "I love you too, Y/N, So much."

You're his. And he is yours. And you couldn't be happier.

The man that had once been a thorn in your side is now the one you are going to spend the rest of your life with.

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can i request a todoroki fic

i keep thinking abt your dorky izuku one and i'm like FUCKKK BROOOO I WISH SIX COULD WRITE ONE ABT TODOROKI no pressure but like pls i'm on my knees begging this is not a want this is a need /lh

blurb you should really keep up to date with all these rumors.

# fem!reader, fluff, mutual pining, 😭😭 dumbasses in love

a/n anything for you earf. 🙏

there are rumors flying around.

it spreads, headlines screaming todoroki shouto was spotted behind the school with someone else…! no, todoroki shouto was spotted on a date…! no, todoroki shouto has a life outside of school! with a secret lover? a secret girlfriend? 

it’s not that surprising—having rumors about you be the talk of the whole school, you mean, especially if you’re todoroki shouto. son of a hero, top ua student with a pretty face, insanely powerful, insanely smart, charming with his aloofness. really, it’s no surprise his name alone is capable of catching attention enough to alert the mass media.

you’re not todoroki shouto. but you’ve been hanging out around him enough to see face-first just exactly what he deals with every day.

that being said, you have a feeling he’s responsible for the forest fire of a school today.

your classroom is in chaos. you wouldn’t know what’s happening, you quite literally just entered. probably something about the hero class. or maybe all might is substituting someone today. or maybe midoriya got his ass kicked again, or vice versa.

“hey, hey, did you hear?” your seatmate, yokoo, giggles, his light brown hair bouncing. “did you hear about todoroki?”

i knew it. you mentally pump your fists in victory. “what about todoroki-kun?”

“he has a girlfriend!”

you pretend to gasp. romance and pretty boys aren’t new (there was even one about bakugou katsuki LOL). in fact, this might be the fourth rumor about todoroki having some sort of love affair—once, there was a rumor that todoroki is dating all the girls in 1-A.

for shits and giggles, none of the girls denied it. until yaoyorozu with the righteous heart dispelled the rumors herself, embarrassed and holding jirou next to her with flaming cheeks.

“really?” you almost laugh at the mental image of a constipated todoroki shouto facing yet again another gossip. “who?”

yokoo has a funny look on his face. “don’t act dumb, l/n! you tell me!”

you squint. “huh?”

a juicy rumor about todoroki shouto having a secret lover is the shit. and everyone is eating it up. maybe yokoo thinks you already know about it since you’re (kind-of?) friends with todoroki? it’s not the first time.

yokoo finally leaves you alone when the teacher comes walking in, one clap enough to make everyone shut up. yokoo keeps looking at you, though.

once lunch arrives, everyone slowly files out with their respective groups. you yawn, thinking about ways to scare shinsou because his expression is always funny, always the blank face.

but then suddenly girls are squealing and forming a crowd by the door. they’re talking over themselves for you to understand anything coherent, so out of curiosity, you nip on over to the source of girls fainting left and right.

todoroki shouto is standing outside your classroom, mismatched eyes scanning the classroom.

and todoroki shouto lights up at the sight of you as if he was looking for you. er—wait, no. he was definitely looking for you.

“y/n,” he says, striding in until he’s in front of you.

“um—!” you say, panicked. “todoroki-kun?”

todoroki blinks at your frazzled state, and looks around at the audience he just seemed to notice. “oh,” he says. “can we take this somewhere more private?”

whispers increase in volume. everyone’s staring with bated breaths.

you almost snap at them to fuck off and look away ‘cause this isn’t a free shoujo manga recreation. but your glare only makes the squealing get worse.

you know that you and todoroki can be labeled friends at most, but for him to say that in front of your classmates who he knows will talk about this with everyone… is honestly kind of scary. what’s got him in such a rush? did someone get into an accident? suddenly, you’re not sure if you want a confession.

you nod. “okay.”

with that cue, todoroki reaches for your wrist and leads you outside. he seems really determined to talk to you. it’s a little flattering.

is it just you or is his hand really, really warm?

wait, nevermind. that’s his left, dumbass, of course it is.

todoroki spares you a glance. “hm?”

you jump. “oh! nothing! sorry, was talking to myself—um.” with one last look around the empty floor, you turn to him. “what was that about, todoroki-kun?”

todoroki looks at you, finally, and you shiver yet feel warm knowing that he’s giving you his undivided attention. it’s probably his quirk. “are you free saturday?”

“…am i what on saturday?”

“are you free saturday?” todoroki repeats patiently.

your eyes widen in alarm. oh no. oh no. “uhm. perhaps. maybe. why?”

todoroki smiles—a tiny, tiny thing—and your heart skips a beat a few times looking at it. you realize you want to kiss the hell out of this boy, and his lips are only quirked a little bit.

as expected of the number one pretty boy…

“what do you need me on saturday for?” you ask him.

he stares at you. “a date,” says todoroki shouto, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

oh.

oh, duh, of course.

he’s asking you out on a date, obviously.

you choke. “wait—”

and then, the rumors start to make sense. yokoo telling you to not act stupid. everyone staring. everyone expecting something to happen with the secret lover.

you were just not informed that you’re the secret lover.

it’s saturday.

the date is fun. you’re ashamed to say you’re having too much fun because todoroki is the one who asked you out, but judging by the small grin on his face he tries so desperately to hide in his scarf, maybe you’re not the only one.

you let him feed you a gummy bear. it’s colored red. “thank’sh,” you mumble, and he smiles softly.

he also eats one gummy bear. it’s the same color as your eyes.

you’re aware of the eyes on you, despite todoroki’s pathetic attempt of a disguise. he must’ve forgotten that his hair is just as distinct as the scar on his face.

“c’mere,” you tell him, pausing as you turn to face him. he absolutely does not even question it as he leans down for you.

carefully, you tug on the hood of his top and pull it up until it covers his head. again, he does not question it. he has way too much faith in you. it’s extremely flattering.

“people won’t stare as much,” you explain at the confused look on his face.

todoroki hums, thumbing the bag of gummies and feeding you another. “does it make you uncomfortable? that people are staring at you with me.”

you snort, patting his cheek. “no, of course not. i thought it made you uncomfortable.”

he shakes his head. “it doesn’t. they should know who you’re out on a date with.”

oh my. “i didn’t know you were so possessive, todoroki-kun!” you tease, nudging him with an elbow. you’ve been doing that a lot since the day started, and he looks like he’s enjoying it.

he blushes, his entire face almost as red as the left side of his hair. “sorry, did you not—”

you laugh. “i don’t mind. i’m all yours, of course.”

the glint that flashes in his eyes shows that he very much likes that.

you stare at him for a few more moments, before finally turning away to proceed walking. “say, todoroki-kun, i got a question for you.”

“yes?” he holds out another gummy bear. wow, he sure does love spoiling you a lot today. then again, he always seemed to have fun doing it, so you let him.

“why—oh, thank you—why did you ask me out on a date?”

todoroki does that funny face again. “because i like you.” he studies your face through the corner of his eyes, and nearly blanches. “did you not know that?”

you feel as if you’re engulfed in flames. you blame it on your date. “i’m incredibly stupid, you see. i thought you were just—bored, or something!”

todoroki looks a little displeased that you said that. “you mentioned last week that you’re free from schoolwork this saturday, so i took the chance. i didn’t think you weren’t aware of my feelings, because everyone else told me they knew. except you, apparently.”

a garbled whine escapes your throat. todoroki flashes a smile at that, doing the same face he makes when he finds something adorable. “don’t tease me! i didn’t actually know!”

you’ve heard of rumors of todoroki having a crush. of him sending longing glances at a particular someone when given a chance. but you thought that was stupid! because most people in high school would end up crushing on someone! hell, you’re pretty sure everyone has a crush on someone in class 1-A (and god forbid aizawa-sensei), but to think someone from 1-A likes you…

todoroki pokes your possibly warm cheek. “you’re flustered. does that mean you like me back?” he asks out of nowhere.

you were just not informed that you’re todoroki’s crush.

Katsuki “I’m only nice to my girlfriend” bakugou

Devils roll the dice. Angels roll their eyes (Chapter 1)

Of course, you always knew that the angel and devil on people's shoulders can manifest into a physical form. But you didn't expect it to happen to you. And most of all, you didn't think they'd be so sexy.

Pairing: Sukuna x Reader (female) x Yuuji Genre: Urban Fantasy AU, fluff, smut Word Count: 7k Playlist: Angel and Devil Warnings: 18+, smut, threesome, poly, oral, fingering, creampie, anal. Mentions of a car accident in the past. Religious themes, sacrilege. Yuuji is an angel, and Sukuna is a demon. They will have a romantic and sexual relationship with reader and each other. All characters are of age. This story is 18+. Minors don't interact.

Thank you so much to my sweet friend @tinymaru for giving Yuuji and Sukuna their angel and devil look in the header! Love you!

This story is my contribution to the Heaven and Hell collab. Thank you so much to the lovely @semisgroupie for hosting this amazing collab! Also: Happy Birthday to you, Venus!!

They appear at your table without warning.

One moment you're wallowing in self-pity, wiping away some tears while taking a sip from the comfort-milkshake you ordered for yourself here in the slightly shabby diner you always go to after work when you're close to breaking down. And the next moment, you become aware of two tall figures stopping in front of your table.

You look up in confusion and slight alarm. What the fuck is it now? Not enough that you had a stressful day at work with two customers yelling at you on the phone while you had to stay friendly and professional, your shitty coworker ratting you out to your boss about a mistake you made, and that boss telling you that you have to take one more shift because your department is horribly understaffed. And now it looks like you're gonna get robbed or something in this shitty diner. Just great!

You're too done to even be scared as your gaze lands on the two strangers who dare to add even more problems to your already stressful day.

You blink in confusion. They look so much alike that they are probably twins, definitely brothers. Pastel pink hair, almost identical haircut, tall, buff body, very attractive. But as much as they look alike, they also give off very different vibes.

One of them is wearing all white. The other all black. One of them is smiling brightly. The other is glaring at you menacingly and has black tattoos lining his handsome face. One of them has honey-colored eyes that look golden somehow, and the other has maroon-colored eyes that seem to glow red.

It doesn't make sense. One of them appears bathed in a golden light while the other is standing enveloped in shadows. How is this possible? Is it a trick of the light? But the rest of the diner looks just like always.

Maybe you are finally losing your mind.

The smiley one in white lifts a tan hand in a little wave, and his smile grows even brighter. He looks like some college jock or something. Very handsome, dressed in sporty clothes, a soft-looking white hoodie, skinny white jeans, and matching white sneakers with gold-colored shoelaces. It suits him and accentuates his athletic build.

"Heyy, (y/n)! Did you have a rough day at work again, sweetheart? Can we join you, please? We're here to help!"

His voice is warm and pretty.

Pictures appear before your mind's eye: Honey and sunshine, gold wrappers around caramel chocolate, soft candlelight on a romantic date.

You furrow your brow in confusion. Why do you describe a stranger's voice in such a poetic way? Where is this coming from? And why does he act like he knows you?

You look directly into his eyes, realizing that he really has golden eyes. Are those contact lenses? And what does he mean, they are here to help you?

"Um...who are you?"

You hear an annoyed-sounding huff, and your gaze snaps to the guy in the elegant tailored black suit. His glowing red eyes bore into yours, making you feel strangely naked as if he can not only see through your clothes but also through your skin and flesh and see right into your heart and soul. It's a creepy feeling. You shiver slightly, unconsciously hugging yourself.

But you can't look away from him, as scary as he is. You imagine this is what it feels like to be trapped in a Venus flytrap. Knowing you will get devoured but still being attracted to the seductive scent of nectar that lured you in with the temptation of the most delicious meal you ever laid your eyes upon.

His muscular arms are crossed in front of his broad chest while he musters you as if you really are a mere fly. His voice is low and velvety, sounding somehow inappropriately erotic even though his reply isn't sexual in any way.

"What does it look like? We are your angel and your devil."

The same thing that happened when the guy in white talked to you happens again: Pictures appear in your mind. Dark red silk sheets, red neon lights, lovers entangled in a passionate embrace, a fire crackling in a fireplace, a juicy red apple offered on a plush velvet pillow. Temptation incarnate.

You realize that you moved closer to the edge of the bench. Closer to him. Your eyes widen in shock, and you grab the table tightly to stop yourself from moving.

His words slowly begin to register. Your eyes widen, and your mouth falls open in a surprised gasp.

"What? But..how? Why? How come I never saw you before? I...I thought I didn't have an angel and devil..."

The guy in black, your devil, you assume, clicks his tongue, raising his eyebrows while he lifts one elegant hand and inspects his slightly pointy black nails, looking so arrogant and annoyed but also sexy as hell. Literally.

A hysterical-sounding chuckle escapes your lips. But you fall silent when your devil speaks up again in his low, seductive voice:

"There was no use to show ourselves. Trust me, I didn't ask for this. I'm pretty busy ruling my circle of hell. I don't even know why I had to be bothered with something mundane like looking after a human anyways."

His little rant gets interrupted by the one with the golden glow around him. Your angel. He laughs softly, sounding sweet like cotton candy at Disney Land on a beautiful summer day.

His hand lands on the devil's arm, smacking it lightly. Tan, golden skin on black fabric, casting a warm glow over the shadows that seem to gather around your devil.

"Oh, please, don't act so almighty. I bet you are pretty bored down there on your lonely throne. I heard there's not much going on in the seventh hell circle apart from that river of blood."

He turns to you with a cute smile on his pretty face:

"I'm glad to finally meet you again, (y/n)! I've been watching over you for several years now. Can you recall your 18'th birthday when you got into that car accident? Maybe you remember me."

A memory comes to you. Lying in the wrecked car, waiting for help to come or for death. And suddenly, a soft glow. A feeling of peacefulness and safety washing over you. A warm hand holding yours, soothing words whispered to you, comforting golden light in the middle of the night.

A reassuring smile, pink hair, and a golden halo on top, something feathery soft brushing against your arms. A sensation of being wrapped in love and hopefulness.

"It's ok, sweetheart. Help is on the way. They'll be here any minute now. I'll stay with you until then. You'll be ok, I promise you. I got you. Just look at me. You're doing great. You want to live, right, sweetie? And you will. I love you so much, don't forget me, ok? Maybe we'll meet again."

You thought it had just been your delirious mind, high on adrenalin, confused from the shock.

"Wait.. so that was real? Are you...what? My guardian angel?"

"Yep, that's me! Yuuji, your guardian angel! I mean, it's my second job. We have a bit of a staff shortage since the world population has been increasing so much. So you only get one angel for all your needs and not several ones. I'm also the angel to guide your conscience. That little guy on your shoulder."

He looks at you with his big golden eyes, nodding and smiling, looking as if what he just told you isn't the craziest thing you have ever heard. Staff shortage in heaven, huh?

And describing himself as the little guy on your shoulder when nothing about him is little. He is tall and muscular, the glow surrounding him making him look ethereal, so powerful that it should be terrifying but instead makes you feel safe and protected.

Your mind is still struggling to accept that you met the angel and devil on your shoulder in the flesh. They really exist! Of course, you know that supposedly everyone has them, and some people meet the manifestations of them. You have even seen people accompanied by their angel and devil, but somehow they never looked so...so beautiful! They just looked like regular humans. Maybe only the people they belong to can see their true form?

Your angel, Yuuji, takes a step towards you. You can feel his aura. It's like feeling the sun coming out and warming you after shivering in the cold. It's like that sudden spark of hope you get when you receive good news. It feels like comfort and safety and love, and you almost start crying because it's so beautiful.

Your hands twitch and move forward out of their own accord. Before you can stop yourself, you tentatively touch Yuuji's hand with your fingertips, giving in to the need to touch this comforting aura. You feel warm and soft skin under your fingertips.

The angel laughs, a lovely sound like sunlight and diamonds glittering on wedding rings made of pure gold.

He turns his hand, so his palm is looking upwards, and he can take your hand in his and intertwine your fingers. His touch is gentle and reassuring. You remember it. It helped you in the darkest and loneliest moments of your life when you were lying in that car, so sure, there was no hope left until he appeared and wrapped you in his love.

A choked sob escapes your lips as tears gather in your eyes, and you tighten your hold on Yuuji's hand.

He squeezes your hand gently.

"Aww, I'm sorry, this must be a lot for you right now, sweetheart."

You are barely able to nod while staring at your hand in Yuuji's bigger one. You are holding hands with an angel!

"Y..yes.. this is kinda crazy."

A mocking-sounding laugh makes you turn your head towards your devil who's watching you with a rude look in his pretty eyes, which sparkle like rubies.

"Are you always this slow, princess?"

What is his problem? What did you do to piss him off that much? Your initial fear is forgotten, and you glare back at him.

"Are you always this grumpy?"

His red eyes flicker suddenly. They already looked devilish a moment ago, but now they are blazing with neon red fire. Your hand tightens its hold on Yuuji's. Maybe it wasn't the wisest decision to argue with a Lord of Hell. You are really grateful that your guardian angel is here too!

But to your utter astonishment, all the devil does is laugh softly before sliding into the booth and sitting down on the bench across from you. He places his elbows on the sticky table, resting his chiseled chin on one hand as he smirks smugly at you, eying you so intensely that it makes your skin crawl. He looks at you like a cat looks at a new plaything, a little mouse or bird it can toy with before it eats it.

His low voice is a sexy purr, seductive, making you lean towards him despite the fear you feel.

"I am Sukuna, your devil, and the one you should always listen to. I'll explain this only once, so you better listen closely, my dear:

I assume you are at least familiar with the concept of every human getting assigned a personal angel and demon, right? Our job is to guide your conscience. Some people never meet their angel and devil in the flesh because there's no need for it. They just go on about their boring everyday lives without much ado. Others meet their angel and demon at some point in their lives because a situation calls for it. And that's the case with you."

Somehow he's so close to you now, and one of his large hands reaches out to cup your chin with his thumb and index finger. You are mesmerized by his glittering red eyes, the black lines adorning his pretty face, his seductive voice, and the arrogant, sexy smirk on his pink lips.

The lips which are so close to yours now that you can feel his warm breath caress your skin when he continues to talk:

"There's only so long we can sit something out. But your constant worrying and obsessing over your job situation made it necessary for us to manifest in the mortal world. So now we're here at your disposal, unfortunately."

The last part is breathed against your lips, almost sounding like a moan, making you press your thighs together as your lips part in a soft groan, causing them to touch your devil's sinfully soft lips, sharing an accidental, almost-kiss that sends sparks through your body.

He pulls away with an evil grin on his handsome features, leaning back against the backrest of the bench, looking so conceited that it's infuriating.

You lick your lips and clear your throat feeling a bit dizzy. But Yuuji's strong warm hand squeezes yours gently, and it helps you focus again. Your angel joins you on the bench now, sitting next to you, sliding so close that you can feel his body heat next to you, warm and comforting.

You give him a grateful smile before looking at your devil again.

"Ok, thanks for the explanation. But um, look, I don't want to sound ungrateful, but why exactly are you here, Sukuna? Wouldn't it be better to only have an angel who guides us, humans? So we would make the righteous decisions?"

"That's not how it works, princess. What would hell be like if everyone made the right decisions and behaved themselves? We need souls down there too."

"Oh, that sounds extremely trustworthy, of course. Yep, I'll definitely listen to your advice now."

He sighs at your sarcastic reply, but you see the amusement in his ruby eyes. The devil seems to enjoy this situation a lot more than he claims to do. Maybe it's really boring in his circle of hell.

"Trust me, I'm not planning to drag you into hell with me. You already sound like a real brat. I wouldn't want that around me all the time! And my advice is useful. An angel will tell you to put others first, but a devil like me will help you fight for your own goals."

Next to you, Yuuji laughs softly, but his laugh sounds happy, genuinely amused, and good-natured.

"Sukuna is right. You can benefit from your devil's conviction. That's what this is about, after all. There are always two sides to everything. And we help you find the way that's best for you. Hey, can we order something now? Those milkshakes and burgers look delicious! I always miss human food when I'm not here!"

His pretty face is alight with excitement, golden eyes sparkling happily, sunshine smile making him look so beautiful that you can only stare at him with a warm feeling spreading through your chest and butterflies beginning to set flight in your belly.

"Of course, I'll order all the milkshakes and burgers you want, my sweet angel. You can have anything you want."

You blink in confusion. Why did you say that? Sukuna's laughter carries to your ear, and his amused, sexy drawl:

"And you thought only the demon would be dangerous, hm? Well, darling, your angel boy here is a hazard too."

At the same time, Yuuji exclaims loudly:

"Oh good Lord, I am sorry! Did I use some angel power? I didn't mean to! I'm so sorry, sweetheart! You don't have to buy anything for me! I have my own money!"

Angel power? Making you want to buy things for him and kneel in front of him to worship him and offer all your belongings to get a bit of his heavenly love? Wow.

Your life will definitely be a lot more interesting from now on, with your angel and devil by your side.

But Yuuji and Sukuna manifested here to help you, right? And you really could use some advice when it comes to your problems at work.

Also, they look really cute when they both sip on their milkshakes, vanilla for Yuuji, and maraschino cherry for Sukuna. And very pretty. And so sexy. You can't stop staring at them.

Whoever is in charge of assigning an angel and devil to a human did a fantastic job when deciding you'd get such gorgeous messengers of heaven and hell!

"So, are you gonna be here all the time? My apartment isn't that big, you know?"

It's a strange feeling walking down the street to your apartment flanked by those two tall pink-haired guys, knowing they are your personal angel and devil. The weird thing is not that they are here, but that it feels so natural as if they belong here by your side.

You just worry a bit as you near your home because you don't have enough space to have them both staying over. The couch is the only space besides your bed that can function as a sleeping place, but it only has enough room for one person. Or angel. Or devil. Do angels and devils even sleep?

Sukuna's deep chuckle lets you see more images in your head. A dark red velvet blanket and silk pillows, red candle wax dripping onto naked skin, crystal glasses with red wine standing on a nightstand, two figures entangled on a richly decorated bed, passionate kisses, rhythmic thrusts, and cries of pleasure.

"Oh princess, don't worry about that. I can just sleep on top of you. And angel boy here can sleep on the floor. Just use your wings as cushions, sweetheart."

"Oh heavens! I won't let you molest (y/n)!"

"It's not molesting if she wants me in her bed, and let's face it. All three of us know that she does."

The smirk on his face is so insufferable that your fingers twitch with the need to punch him. But Yuuji's warm touch on your arm makes you take a deep breath and instead just reply:

"Oh, is that so? Maybe I want Yuuji in my bed!"

"Look, there's no need to fight! We don't have to be here all the time. We will always be in your soul, yes. Watching you and your surroundings, but we don't have to be here in the flesh all the time. Only when we want to communicate with you."

Yuuji smiles reassuringly at you, solving the problem with that useful piece of information that your devil decided to withhold from you. But the relief is short-lived because Sukuna's velvety voice drawls:

"Well, then leave, little angel brat. I sure as hell won't."

Smug satisfaction is spreading over his handsome face. Yuuji's eyes turn so golden that they are blinding to look at here on the dark street. He sends your devil an indignant look.

"If you're not leaving, I'm not leaving either!"

An hour later, you have managed to shower and get ready for bed and are now lying on your side with a nervously fluttering heart as you watch your angel getting undressed in front of you.

Since Yuuji and Sukuna decided to bless you with their presence all night, you chose to let your angel join you in bed and banish your devil onto the couch. After all, sharing a bed with an angel sounds pretty safe.

But doubts are creeping into your mind as you watch an already shirtless Yuuji pulling down his white pants.

He is gorgeous. Tan skin with a golden glow, buff muscles everywhere. Broad shoulders, firm biceps, deliciously toned pecs with very lickable pink nipples, defined abs, a v-line that makes you want to get on your knees and worship him all night. Strong muscular thighs and a big bulge in those tight white boxer briefs that lets you know exactly how big your sweet angel is down there.

He looks at you with a pretty smile on his handsome face, truly looking angelic. So breathtakingly beautiful that it almost hurts to look at him.

Maybe it was a stupid idea to say you want him to sleep in your bed.

But he's already lifting the blanket, slipping underneath it to join you with a big smile on his soft pink lips and a pretty sparkle in his golden eyes, and how could you say no? And after all, he is also your guardian angel. You feel safe with him. You know he will protect you, will take care of you.

It's not yourself who you fear for. It's him.

Because it's so hard to stop yourself from touching him, from running your hands over that sun-kissed skin, caressing those big pecs and everything else, hoping that you can make your sweet angel boy moan because he probably makes the most heavenly sounds!

You gulp hard, tensing up because you feel so guilty about having those impure thoughts about a messenger of heaven.

But then Yuuji is there right in front of you with his cute smile and comforting presence. One of his large warm hands cups your cheek gently.

"Hey, please don't be scared, my love. I promise you are safe with me. You can just go to sleep. I will protect you."

"It's not me I am worried about!"

Your eyes widen as you realize what you just blurted out. Why did you do that? And why is your mouth opening again to add more?

"You are so beautiful, and I feel this...this urge to get closer...I am so sorry, Yuuji!"

His thumb caresses your cheek with so much tenderness that it makes your heart overflow with warmth.

"Aww, hey, it's ok, sweetheart. I get it. You want to touch me?"

"Yes."

"Well, you can. Don't hold back, sweetie. It's fine! I am in love with love and affection. I love sharing it with you. And I love you. I love you very, very much."

God, he is perfect!

Before you can stop yourself, your hands are running over his buff biceps, marveling at how firm his muscles feel and how soft his skin is.

And then you get a taste of heaven when Yuuji's warm lips find yours in a tender, slow kiss that tastes like cotton candy and sweet strawberries and clouds and sunshine and everything pastel pink and sweet.

This must be how the kiss of true love mentioned in fairytales feels like. Because Yuuji is the embodiment of love and comfort and everything good in this world. You find yourself sighing happily into his mouth when his soft tongue slips between your lips.

He keeps kissing you, slow and deep, so loving and sweet. Your heart clenches at the realization that Yuuji won't pull away unless you do. He won't take the comfort of his heavenly kiss away from you. It's your decision when you are ok with ending the kiss.

He's so good to you, truly your angel.

You pull away with a happy smile, and there's a matching cute grin on Yuuji's pretty face too.

"Do you want to sleep, cutie? It's already late, and I want you to get some good rest."

You nod, unable to say anything because you fear that if you do, you will end up crying. The last months have been rough for you, always stressing about so many things, always too much work, too much overthinking, too much bullshit to deal with.

You had wished for someone to hug you, to listen to you, to just let you fall into their arms and forget about the craziness of the world out there for a little while. And now your wish has come true so unexpectedly in the form of this beautiful and sweet angel who's currently lying half-naked in your bed after blessing you with the best kisses of your life.

Finally, you open your mouth to whisper in a voice thick with emotion:

"Thank you, Yuuji. For everything. For being there for me in the night of the accident. And for today. You're making me feel a lot better."

"Aww, please don't thank me, sweetheart. You're very welcome. I love taking care of you."

His smile is like your personal sun right here in your bed.

Yuuji snuggles closer to you, his strong arms wrapping you in a loving embrace. He rests his head on your chest and makes a cute noise that makes you reach out and run a hand through his soft pink hair that feels like you imagine a fluffy cloud to feel like.

You close your eyes while cuddling your angel boy. He is warm and heavy, but not in a suffocating way but in a way that makes you feel safe and comfortable and bursting from happiness.

You sigh happily, realizing that you haven't been this at ease for months. Usually, you lie awake for hours at night obsessing over the things your coworkers did or the piles of work waiting on your desk. But tonight, you feel happy and relaxed, wrapped in your angel's strong arms. Enveloped in love and affection, cuddling your personal piece of heaven as you drift off to a peaceful slumber filled with nothing but sweet dreams about pastel pink clouds and golden eyes.

You wake up the next morning feeling more rested than you did in a long time, stretching carefully so as not to wake your pretty angel, who's still snoring softly against your chest, feeling so comforting on top of you.

Just as you finish that thought, he stirs, and his eyes open, pure gold blinking sleepily at you through long black lashes. He's so pretty! It's like you have your personal sunrise here in your bed.

"Good morning, my sweet angel."

You can't help but coo at him and pet his soft pink hair as a happy smile spreads over your face. Yuuji blesses you with one of his angelic smiles as he leans into your touch.

"Aww, good morning, honey. Did you sleep well?"

"Better than in months! Thank you."

He laughs softly, a happy, joyful sound, so delighted that he could help you. Slowly he untangles himself from you and braces himself on his strong arms to lean over you, buff body covering yours completely. Soft skin and firm muscles. And to your pleasant surprise, even angels seem to have morning wood, rubbing against your thigh big and hard, heaven's sweetest treat.

Yuuji leans down to press a gentle kiss on your forehead.

"I'm glad about that! Is it ok if I take a bath? Us angels are always clean, but bathing is one of the things I really enjoy so much when I'm on earth! Bubble baths are so amazing! I don't understand why we don't have them! So, can I please?"

Your chest feels so warm. He's so sweet, so pure and genuine, so lovely and good down to his very core. How could you say no to his every wish? If your sweet angel wants to take a bubble bath, he should definitely do that.

Even though you would very much want him to stay here in your bed, on top of you, where you can run your hands over his muscular back and feel the big hard bulge in his boxer briefs press against you.

You wonder how it would feel to get fucked by him, by an angel. Your panties feel wet all of a sudden, and you can't stop yourself from arching your back a bit, making your panty-clad pussy rub against him.

There's only the thin fabric of your panties and his boxers separating you, and you can feel his hot erection throbbing through it. And he can probably feel your wet heat too.

"Yuuji..."

The guilt you felt last night is gone. He told you it's ok to touch him. You're just not sure how much touching is allowed. Do angels indulge in carnal desire?

Yuuji's breathing heavily when you look up at him, his eyes shining even more golden, making them look like two little suns.

"Yes, sweetie?"

He rolls his hips slowly against you, letting you feel more of him, and elicits a soft gasp from you when his large cock glides so heavenly over your swollen clit. His glowing golden eyes never leave yours as he repeats the motion, watching you closely for your reaction.

"Tell me what you need, sweetheart. I want to give you anything."

"I...I want...Um, can we? Is it ok if we... Oh gosh. Do angels have sex?"

Your angel boy's laugh is beautiful and sweet like the chiming of a hundred little bells. And the way he's rutting against you should already be answer enough, but his low soothing voice spells it out for you, sounding warm like honey, a sensual, comforting caress:

"Yes, we do. We make love. Do you want that? Do you want me to make love to you?"

You can't help but moan at his words, and your fingers tighten on his muscular back, fingernails digging gently into his warm skin as your hips buck up against him.

"Yes, please. Make love to me, my angel."

You spend the next half an hour learning just how heavenly sex with your angel is. He's taking you to several highs, making you feel like you are on cloud nine when his large hands cup your tits and his soft lips spoil your nipples with tender kisses, making you moan and cream so much that you almost cum from just this.

But Yuuji still has a lot more to bless you with, and his sweet kisses wander down your body. His hands and mouth make love to every inch of your skin they find on their way.

You welcome him eagerly between your spread thighs, so wet for him like you've never been for anyone else before. And beautiful Yuuji pulls down your panties and smiles up at you with his sweet sunshine smile, so loving and tender in everything he does.

"So pretty my love. Everything about you is so pretty. I want to taste your sweetness on my tongue."

He eats you out with his sweet soft angel mouth, kissing and licking and sucking your clit until you are lost to sweet heavenly bliss and yank on his soft pink hair as your thighs shake uncontrollably. Your back arches, and you cry out his name as you cum and cum and cum.

A series of gasps and moans tumbles out of your mouth, followed by an "Oh sweet heaven!" when you see his beautiful thick cock for the first time, so hard for you, so big and strong and pretty.

A loud, needy cry of his name when he pushes inside you, and you wrap your legs around his waist as Yuuji folds you in half, making sweet love to you with deep gentle thrusts that make you feel like floating through heaven.

"Is that good, sweetie? Does it feel good? I love you so much, sweetheart ah! Ah! I love how tight you are and how warm, so wet, oh sweetie! This is heaven on earth!"

His moans and whines sound so cute, so pretty, making your head spin. You look up at your beautiful sexy angel through half-lidded eyes, which are blurry with tears because his cock hits the right spot over and over again.

His strong body presses you down in the perfect way that makes you feel taken care of and fucked so good that you can't stop crying and moaning and begging for more.

And your sweet angel boy gives you more. He gives you anything you need without any hesitation. Strong snaps of his hips, deep, slow thrusts, perfect cock, and perfect body fucking you to paradise.

Your orgasm on your angel's cock is the sweetest bliss you have ever felt. You're cumming so hard, body spasming with wave after wave of pure heavenly ecstasy, as your pussy clenches around Yuuji's thick cock, and you cry out loudly, unable to hold back.

You're still a mewling crying mess when you feel your angel pump you full with his thick hot ropes of seed.

He stays inside you, heavy body pressing you down exactly how you need it, making you feel so protected and full and loved, as Yuuji kisses you tenderly, moaning softly into your mouth.

You caress his muscular back and his biceps, marveling at how good he feels. You could spend forever like this, wrapped in your angel's arms, his wonderful cock inside you, his strong, buff body on top of you. Basking in the exhilarating, joyous feeling of afterglow after he blessed you with the sweetest fuck of your life.

Or lovemaking, as he calls it. And that's truly what it is. You have never felt so loved before. So filled with love, surrounded by it, wrapped in it.

He pulls out slowly when your alarm goes off, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek and smiling this sweet smile at you.

"I guess it's time for you to get ready for work, sweetheart. You know what? I'll run a bath for you and me."

And he disappears into the bathroom, giving you a lovely view of his gorgeous naked body, the divine sight of his back muscles and toned thighs, and that firm round ass.

You moan and let your head fall back on the pillow. Meeting your angel in the flesh is definitely the best thing that ever happened to you.

When you get up a few minutes later, you find out that Yuuji's cum is just as pretty as the rest of him. Milky white trails run down your thighs, thick and glittering so prettily, like vanilla milkshake laced with gold dust.

You follow your sexy angel into the bathroom with wobbly legs and a racing heart.

You're glad you always set your alarm early because this way, you have enough time to enjoy your bath with Yuuji. He's sitting behind you in the tub, laughing happily because he loves the bubble bath so much. Blowing white foam off his large tan hands and chuckling in delight.

But his hands also do other things. They wash you with gentle caresses, making you so horny once again that you spread your legs needily for your angel. And he smiles and kisses you and rubs slow, tender circles around your swollen clit until you cum again, slumping bonelessly against his muscular body afterwards.

When you walk into the living room a while later, dressed and ready to make some breakfast, you catch yourself smiling. Something which usually doesn't happen when you're about to go to work. Your guardian angel is already doing a fantastic job! The prospect of going to work doesn't seem that bad after this blissful morning.

You are so deep in thought that you don't see the devil sitting on your couch until his velvety low voice purrs mockingly:

"Good morning to you too, princess. Yes, I slept great on your ratty couch. Thank you for asking. Your hospitality really knows no bounds."

You gasp and stop in your tracks, head whipping around to look at the impressive sight in front of you.

Sukuna is sitting on the couch, long legs spread slightly, mustering you with his glowing red eyes, which are glittering like red diamonds in the dimly lit room. The smug smirk on his handsome face makes him look arrogant. But also incredibly sexy. He looks like a king sitting on his throne.

And you feel so small all of a sudden, like a mere peasant who has to crawl in the dirt before the king's throne, begging him for forgiveness for not treating him like the powerful and perfect being that he is.

Without realizing it, you walk towards Sukuna. The grin on his beautiful face grows bigger. One long finger brushes over his lips. You watch, mesmerized as his forked tongue darts out to lick over the pointy tip of his black fingernail. His tongue is tattoed too, you realize, and it makes you groan helplessly.

Somehow the living room is much darker than it should be at this time of day. Wrapped in shadows and a red glow, making it appear like the insides of a nightclub. The air is thick, seductive, luring you to get even closer to the enticing demon dressed in his elegant black suit with the black dress shirt and dark red tie.

You reach your devil and open your mouth to say something, but Sukuna's large hands land on your hips before you can do anything else. He pushes you down with ease, strong hands making you kneel between his long, toned legs.

Your chest is heaving heavily in a mix of fear and desire as you look up at your beautiful devil. An elegant hand lands on your head, strong fingers petting your hair like one would pet a dog.

The smirk on the demon lord's beautiful face grows even more devilish.

"Yeah, that's much better. See, this is where you belong. At my feet, crawling before my throne."

Suddenly a light tinkle is heard, the sweet chiming of bells, and Yuuji appears in a puff of pastel pink clouds and glittering gold dust, manifesting directly behind Sukuna. He puts a tan hand on the demon's shoulder.

"Not so fast, my sweet devil. I think you forgot that you and I are supposed to serve her and not the other way around."

Your devil groans and his hold on your hair loosens.

"You're so annoying, angel brat! Always spoiling all the fun I have. I'm finally here in the human world with all its vice and sin, but instead of having the time of my life, I get kept in check by some pathetic virgin?"

The spell Sukuna had over you breaks, and you can finally breathe again, taking a deep lungful of air. The room seems lighter, too, now. You get up, and the first thing you say is:

"He isn't a virgin, trust me."

At the same time as Yuuji says:

"Why do you think I'm a virgin? Just because I'm an angel? You know we have fun in heaven too! We live for love! And that includes physical love. We cherish it. We admire and love each other's bodies. So maybe you are the real virgin here because I don't think there's much love down in your hellhole!"

"Let me tell you that I have a whole castle full of succubi and incubi at my beck and call."

"Oh wow, great, a demon joy house. It must be so amazing to know they only share their bodies with you because you order them to or because they want to get something out of it. Don't you want to feel loved? It's so much nicer when someone comes to you willingly and wants to show you how much they love you! When someone wants to please you and make you happy without a selfish reason!"

You see a bellicose twinkle in both their eyes. It makes you gulp hard as it is a reminder that they are both extremely powerful beings who once fought in a war on different sides. A war which Yuuji's side won, and that resulted in Sukuna and his companions getting cast from heaven. So it's no wonder that they are so quickly at each other's throats. The angel and the fallen angel.

"Boys, could you stop, please! I think we all get it. No one in this room is a virgin anymore, and that's perfectly fine. It would be fine too, though, if one of us was still a virgin. Ok? Please calm down, both of you."

Yuuji's gaze meets yours, and his golden eyes soften visibly.

"I'm sorry, sweetheart. I'll be nice."

His sunshine smile is back on his handsome face as his hand wanders from Sukuna's shoulder up to his jaw, cupping your devil's chin and tilting his head back, so the demon looks up at the angel standing behind the couch.

Your breath catches in your throat as you watch the scene before you. They look so beautiful together. Your angel and your devil. Light and dark, love and desire, heaven and hell.

The air becomes charged with tension. Sukuna and Yuuji are caught in their very own little dance. A game of power. You realize at that moment that dominance and submission aren't a defined line between them. Because as much as you feel that Sukuna is the dominant one, the one who takes, and Yuuji is the one who gives, you can't quite say who is in the lead here.

Your sweet angel seems to be able to deal with the shady devil pretty well. Which is a good thing, considering that they are here to help you make the best decisions.

You watch in fascination as the smirk on Sukuna's face turns into an amused smile as he stays in the same position, head tilted back, the angel's hand cupping his chin. And Yuuji leans down until his lips brush against the demon's ear.

"Doesn't it feel nice when someone touches you tenderly?"

His thumb brushes over Sukuna's lower lip, caressing it gently. And the angel breaths a soft kiss on the demon's ear.

"Don't you want to know what it's like when someone makes love to you instead of just letting you take them?"

By now, his hand has tilted Sukuna's face to the side, and Yuuji is leaning over him, closer and closer until his lips touch Sukuna's forehead in a slow, tender kiss.

Your devil laughs at that, and one of his hands darts up in lightspeed to wrap around the back of Yuuji's neck. His pointy black nails dig into the soft tan skin, holding the angel boy in place.

Sukuna's forked and tattooed tongue licks a wet trail over Yuuji's throat, flicking against his adam's apple teasingly and then further up over his chin and the corner of his lips. He stops when he reaches the angel's earlobe, which he takes lightly between his canines.

Like a cat that has your hand in its mouth, not yet biting but warning you to stop what you've been doing before it will be forced to hurt you.

He growls against Yuuji's skin:

"No thanks, angel brat. Making love sounds boring to me. I'd rather fuck you and our little human senseless."

His words make desire throb in your deepest core, and you think you hear a soft moan coming from Yuuji. But then the devil chuckles and lets go of the angel before adding:

"You better hurry up, brats. The little human has to be at work in half an hour, and as much as we hate that workplace, we always have to ensure to be there punctually, so the people in charge have nothing to use against us. The devil is an excellent businessman, my darling. So you better learn to listen to me."

Your devil sounds arrogant and commanding, but you think his voice has a softer tone now, and somehow you feel that your angel knows all too well how to handle his counterpart.

It makes you smile to yourself as you make your way to the kitchen to grab some breakfast before leaving for work. And today, you know that you have your personal angel and devil at your proposal anytime you need them. So maybe it will finally be a good day at work.

Thank you so much for reading the first chapter of my contribution to the Heaven and Hell collab! I had so much fun writing for the angel and devil theme! Yuuji is such a perfect (guardian) angel to me! I got so emotional and had so many butterflies while writing about him awww. And Sukuna is a very sexy devil who might be a bit softer for reader and Yuuji than he lets on at first :) He's from the seventh circle of hell, the circle of violence. I picked that because it suited Sukuna, in my opinion, and that circle has a blood river, which reminds me of Sukuna's domain.

I hope you enjoyed the first chapter! Please let me know your thoughts! Comments and reblogs make me very happy!

CHAPTER 2

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Gender: Female Reader

Warnings: Fluff, panty sniffing, fingering, squirting, vulgar language, and oral (female receiving)

Word Count: 489

「Part 1」

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Each strand of grass swayed with the summer breeze, gently tickling your supple cheeks and your exposed skin as you laid upon the greenery. A few moons have passed since that direful incident and that strange wolf-man defending you, and you were immensely thankful for him. You have become accustomed and understanding of his lifestyle, like how he can shift and how he is able to sniff out a lie.

Him confessing that you were his mate struck you a certain way, more like confusion with your feelings. Within you, that bond with him had flourished more than you expected. It all had you pondering the question: Would you stay with him and be his mate?

You abruptly sat up, love was being misplaced as negative and unsure feelings—you loved Erebus!

“Y/N, is everything okay?” He asked, rolling to his side and taking in your contented appearance.

“I think I love you, Erebus.” Your words falter as you observe his honey irises as they almost brighten with yellow.

His lips lifted and he flashed you his teeth before leaping onto you, leaving eager kisses on your face.

“Thank you Y/N, I promise to show my devotion and love for you!” He enunciated, his kisses altering to more sensual kisses.

His hands traced down your body, giving tender squeezes, as his lips lingered on yours.

He tugs at your skirt, “may I?”

“Please,” you breathe.

He removes your skirt along with your panties, sniffing your underwear and nearly salivating at your addictive scent.

He grasped your thighs, spreading them, and nestled between them. Goosebumps appeared on your skin as his thumb played with your lower lips, and your breath shallows as arousal flushed your skin.

“Since I've been good, it's time you let me have a taste.”

His tongue swirls around in your cunt, focusing on your clit. You tangled your fingers through his dark mane, releasing a shaky moan. You gasped as his nose nudged against your pussy, building more pleasure for you.

“You taste so fucking good!” He murmured against you, making your pussy flutter more.

“More,” you whined.

He smirked smugly, bringing his hand up and circling his middle finger at your opening.

“Erebus!” You huffed, bucking.

He chuckled, easing his long and nimble finger in. He thrust his finger fairly before pulling away and lathering the second one with your natural lubricant, and then thrusting them back into you. The muscles in your thighs tensed and you cried out as the knot in your stomach released, squirting on his fingers and on a bit of his lips. He licks them clean before grinning down at you. “Shit if I made you feel this good with my fingers, imagine what I could do with my dick.”

“Why don't we find out, huh?”

“Only if you promise not to leave.”

You sat up and clasped your hands on his cheeks. “I promise, now fuck me wolf-man”