No I Totally Agree. I Feel Like, Especially If He Still Has Some Feelings For You, Your Title In His

miguel o’hara thots

miguel loves watching you fall apart on his dick. you’re face down ass up, mewling and whimpering as he bullies your tight cunt with his thick hard length. you have a death grip on one of your stuffed animals as you laid there with tears rolling down your flustered cheeks and took the brutal pace he gave you. trying to match miguel’s thrusts are almost impossible as he always finds a way to one up you whenever he sees fit, not that you were complaining as having a pleasurably sore pussy wasn’t so bad.

you’ve came multiple times prior which left a creamy ring on the base of his length and a damp puddle on top of the covers. you were overstimulated to the point the pleasure was slightly painful. “m-miggy…s’too much…”you pleaded in between pleasurable sobs only to be met with no answer besides grunts that made your swollen clit throb. you took a free hand to reach behind and push his stomach as a weak attempt to get him to slow down just for him to effortlessly hold your arm behind your back and take his other hand to lay a few heavy spanks on your plush ass gaining positive yelps from you.

“deja de lloriquear como un bebé, puedes soportarlo... siempre lo haces.” he coos in your ear, nipping it gently with his sharp teeth knowing how much you love that. “you’re my big girl, make me proud and cum one more time..”

you already know one more time will mean three more times after that but nevertheless, you love being his good girl and cum as many times as he asks you to.

if i was a ua student id immediately crush on denki . i can admit that

funny business || hobie brown

part two

"No."

"Please."

"I said no, go away," he huffed, leaning up against the wall of the empty room in headquarters you dragged him into. If he didn't love you so much he would have knocked your lights out. In fact, he would not have let you drag him in the first place.

"Hobebe, please," you clasped your hands together and brought them under your chin, begging him and hoping that the use of the nickname would make him cave. But of course it didn't.

This exchange had been going on for ten minutes straight.

A crazy thought had popped itself into your head, and you decided to seek out your boyfriend to make that thought a reality. But he didn't exactly match your enthusiasm.

"Hobie, come on. It's just gonna be a second," you continued to beg, tugging at his sleeve and standing on your toes just so you can be slightly eye level with him.

"Just hang upside down real quick and I'll give you a quick kiss. That's it, please."

All he did was roll his eyes at your begging, he thought this was absolutely ridiculous.

"Why can't you just kiss me now love?" he moved away from the wall to lean down close to your face. Not only to stop you from almost jumping to meet his gaze, but because he knew how flustered you would get when he did.

"I kiss you like this all the time," you almost pouted, turning your gaze slightly away from him, not expecting his sudden movements towards you. This made his expression turn amused.

"I just want to try something new."

His smirk grew wider at your choice of words, and your chest began to feel a bit hot. You almost feared to ask...

"What?"

"Nothing," he simply hummed, raising his hand to run his knuckles against your cheek, and you felt the heat in your chest trail up to your neck.

"It's just that, this isn't the first time you said that."

And that was it, your face practically went up in flames at the reminder, making you turn away completely and hide your face in your hands.

"Hobie, stop," your whines came, slightly muffled now making him throw his head back in laughter.

The sound that came from him was deep and smooth, familiar even. That did not help your current state as you felt you were becoming more akin to a bonfire.

"Hey now," he softly whispered despite your current torment. He moved towards you once more, chuckling as he tried to pull your hands away from your face.

And you let him, absolutely melting in his touch despite your own temperature.

"Don't go hiding that pretty face of yours," he grinned as your eyes finally met him again. He gently took your chin between his fingers. He didn't want you turning away again, especially now when he had a little proposition for you.

"Tell you what," he said.

"If you can look at me for a minute straight while I do whatever I want, I'll hang upside down and you can kiss me all you want." He proposed, and it intrigued you. But the look on his face made you hesitate.

"You're not gonna do anything funny are you?" You quirked a brow, finding the courage to pull your chin from his hand as you finally began to compose yourself.

"That type of funny, nah," he shook his head.

"Unless you want it to be of course, I'm a gentleman above all else."

You look at him unimpressed.

"Hobart."

"Damn, so pissy," he tsked.

"But yes, nothing funny unless specifically asked for," he tilted his head towards you with a more genuine smile.

Fuck, he was cute.

"Fine," you agreed.

"Get ready to hang upside down, pretty boy."

"We'll see about that," he quirked an amused brow before taking your shoulders in his hands, completely taking you by surprise once more.

"One minute starts now."

Your breath hitched in your throat as you feel him backing you up against the wall. He did it gently, but it didn't stop you from tensing up in an effort to stand your ground.

Was this not funny business? You screamed in your head despite your thoughts beginning to get muddled as he leaned down towards you like earlier. Your heart was practically doing a number on your

"Why do you look so mad?" He cooed, hands trailing up to the sides of your face.

Now this was getting really funny. But you didn't say anything. Knowing that talking would only make things worse. You focused on looking him in the eyes with the best deadpan expression you could muster.

You were gonna do the upside down kiss with him, even if it killed you.

"Not answering me I see," he hummed, thumbs now rubbing small circles on your cheeks.

"You know, I don't understand why you want me to go upside down just for a kiss," he said simply, almost too simply for your liking.

Still, he went on. He moved his head a bit to the side, lips going near your ear till you could hear and feel his warm breath on you.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

"Quite unimaginative don't you think?" He whispered, voice seemingly going down an octave.

"I could think of a lot more fun things we could do upside down."

And that was it, the emotions you were hiding came out in a burst, and you practically yanked yourself from his hold to look away from him. You hid your head in your hands again, this time not only in embarrassment, but in defeat.

"You promised no funny business," you peaked your eyes out of your hands just to glare at him.

He was looking at you so smug with his hands in his pockets.

"Yeah, but you didn't specify what funny business," he shrugged.

"All I did was talk to you like I normally do, not my fault you could handle it."

You huffed at his nonchalant attitude, bringing your hands down to clench them at your sides.

"This isn't over."

He laughed at the determined look on your face, thinking how fucking cute you were. So cute in fact that he leaned in to kiss you on the cheek.

"It never is."

hopefully he's less ooc :>> part two here

★﹒₊‧ 11:10pm

sero would find you at 11:10pm the night before your exams, asleep on the cold marble counter in the kitchen of the dorms where you were studying. instead of leaving you there or waking you up, he carefully picks you up, kola style, and brings you to your bed, then goes back to pack all your things back into your school bag. he visits you one last time in your room. he says it's to make sure you didn't wake up confused within that 10 minutes, but actually it's so he can slip into bed with you. he knows it's against the schools rules to have sleepovers in the dorm on school nights especially after 8pm, but when you gravitate towards his body on that cold november night, wrapping your arms around his slim frame, it's worth the possible weeks detention.

pov: you’re drop-dead gorgeous (and they don’t know how to deal with it)

character/s: bakugo katsuki, shinsou hitoshi, kaminari denki, todoroki shouto

genre: fluff, crack (?), them hyping u up like there’s no tomorrow, uhh reader wears makeup 🤕

notes: this is for all u pretty mfs aka all of u whether u believe it or not YOU ARE PRETTY AMD HOT AND AMAZING 😡‼️ also disclaimer: the boys love u not just for your face. they think you’re so cool for being beautiful inside n out and this is just them appreciating the out 🧎‍♀️

bakugo katsuki thinks you’re so pretty that his only response to it is to be angry. he’d watch intently the way you’d smooth your clothes down and cutely fiddle with your hair in the mirror as if there’s even anything to fix. he’ll cup your pretty face in his hands and squeeze your cheeks together (cuteness aggression probably), “tell me why you’re so fucking pretty all the time? what are you so pretty for, huh?!”

bakugo katsuki would always watch you do your makeup and hair and then slip into the prettiest clothes only you can pull off and he’s just mesmerized by the whole thing.

“katsuki, please stop drooling and get dressed. we’re gonna be late.”

his only response is: “fuck off.”

because he can never deny nor hide the fact that he constantly admires you every chance he gets. he storms his way to you and snatches a shimmery eyeshadow from your makeup bag. “tch, you don’t even need any of this shit.”

“you don’t like it, katsuki?” you stare up at him doe-eyed, easily making his heart skip a beat.

“h-hah?! i didn’t say that!” he shoves it to your hand, “now do this glittery shit next!”

and you just ditch whatever plans you’d made and spend the rest of the night trying on different makeup looks. he’ll insist that you sit on his lap while you doll yourself up just because, and you gladly do so but then you both end up wearing a full face of glam makeup 🧍‍♀️ he doesn’t know how he just let it happen but he’s like, “whatever makes you fucking happy, y/n.”

he then proceeds to tell you that, “every one of those ugly extras should grovel at your feet, worship the ground you walk on, and then beg for your forgiveness.”

“forgive them for what?”

he stares blankly at you. “for breathing the same air as you.”

bakugo katsuki’s not active on social media at all but on his instagram, his first and only post is a photo dump of just youー the selfies you took on his phone, your date outfits, candid photos (by courtesy of bakugo katsuki) of you smiling at a stray cat, the power nap you took on his shoulder, and his favorite one by far: a photo of you wearing his black tank top that completely swallows you up, holding up two little peace signs on your cheeks.

and of course, he captions it, “u and ur ugly ass wish u were y/n.”

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a girl? seriously?//katsuki bakugou smau

fem!reader. no quirk au. bnha college au.

an: if you saw me post this like 2 minutes ago, no you didn’t. ANYWAY!! last chapter tomorrow 😢 (and then epilogue😛)

when you’re starting your freshman year at college, you desperately search for a cheap dorming option, even if it’s some hole in the wall. when you see an ad posted for 4 people looking for a 5th dorm mate, you figure this is the best you’re gonna get. at least you have a place to live, right?

prologue. | previous part. | part 17. (soon!)

part 16.

sounds of sizzling filled the apartment as you sat at the kitchen island watching katsuki work his magic on the stove. you had watched him cook many times before, but now it was different. the warmth that enveloped your heart was so comforting as you kept a close eye on him. he was officially your boyfriend. you still couldn’t believe that any of this had even happened. a grin plastered itself on your face as you stared at the way bakugou’s back muscles moved through his shirt as he stirred the food in the pan. katsuki turned to look at you with a lifted brow when he heard a giggle come from behind him.

“what?” he questioned, a smirk formed on his lips.

“you’re so yummy.” you replied back, your smile still widely apparent. bakugou shook his head with a scoff, turning his head pack to the pan on the stove so you couldn’t see his cheeks ignite with red. it was going to take him a minute to get used to the flirting, but he didn’t mind. he was just glad he could finally say you were his.

“stop.” he laughed out. you giggled lightly at his reaction and stood up from your seat, making your way to him. you stood behind him and gently draped you arms around his middle, pulling yourself close to him as you hugged him from behind. a heavy sigh left your nose and you closed your eyes, listening to the muffled sound of his heart from where your ear rested on his back. this was something he would never be able to get enough of. although bakugou wasn’t a huge fan of physical touch, he could spend the rest of his life having you connected to his hip at all times.

“i’m not going to let you help me cook.” he said, seasoning the frying vegetables.

“oh my god, can i not just hug you?” you replied back with a roll of your eyes.

“just making sure you’re not trying to get something out of me here.” you couldn’t see his face but you could sense the smirk from a mile away.

“wow. i guess if that’s how you see me.” you dramatically said, pulling away from him, leaving his back cold from the lack of contact. he rolled his eyes and set the spatula down, turning his body to grab your arm before you got too far.

“you are so dramatic, damn.” he quickly placed a peck on the top of your forehead and let go of your arm, swiftly moving his hands to grab your waist. before you had a second to resist, katsuki had lifted you up with ease, setting you on the counter next to the stove, and he was right back to cooking.

“whatcha makin’?” you tried to distract yourself from the butterflies that had settled in your stomach.

“food.” he responded sarcastically. even if you two were now dating, he was still proving he would never not be an ass. you rolled your eyes and raised a hand to flick his ear. he flinched and glared at you, his mouth open with annoyance. “i’m sick of you.” he stated with a shake of his head, bringing his attention back to the food.

“nuh uh.” you laughed back, inching your way as close to stove as possible so you could be next to katsuki.

“yuh uh.” he gave you a smile and looked into your eyes. the smug look he had on his face was the most attractive thing and you could have pounced on him then and there. his face was right in front of yours now and he placed a kiss on your lips as you giggled at him.

“can you guys stop being boyfriend and girlfriend for 5 seconds. i’m fucking starving.” hanta said as he rounded the corner, now entering the kitchen. you picked up the oven mit on the counter next to you and threw it at him all while bakugou held up two middle fingers at the black haired boy. “you two are already the absolute worst.” he threw the oven mit back at you, nailing you right in the face.

“you eat when i say you can eat, fuck head.” bakugou responded to sero with a stupid grin. you always had a tendency to forget that these boys had known each other way before you were in the picture. you always loved watching them interact; they acted like brothers and it made your heart happy.

when the food had finally been made, everyone eagerly fixed themselves a plate and you all plopped on the couch together. you and katsuki sat close to each other as kaminari turned on the show you had all been watching together. the fact that your first year at college was almost over astounded you. nearly a year spent in this apartment with these stupid boys went by entirely too fast, but you were glad to have built the friendships with them that made your life so much better.

when you polished off your tortellini, you set the plate on the coffee table in front of you. you brought your knees up to your chest and leaned into katsuki, snuggling your head against his arm and wrapping your hands around his bicep. your eyes were glued to the tv, but bakugou’s were stuck on you as he fought back a grin.

—

the comforter on your bed wrapped around your body like a cocoon as you scrolled on your phone, your eyelids getting heavy with exhaustion. you jumped slightly when a knock sounded on your bedroom door, but you refused to leave your warm blankets.

“what?” you said loud enough for whoever was there to hear. katsuki swung the door open and took one look at you. his laugh brought a grin to your face.

“what are you doing?” he asked, shutting the door behind him.

“i was cold. don’t make fun of me.” you giggled out as he neared the edge of your bed, staring down at you with his hands tucked in his pockets.

“i’m sleeping in here.” he said, lowering himself onto the mattress.

“says who?” you asked with a raised brow. kicking him out wasn’t an option because you wanted him to stay with you anyway.

“says me. scoot over.” he was fully laid out on your bed now, his head resting on the spare pillow. “give me some damn blanket. don’t hog all of it.” bakugou said, unwrapping the comforter you had completely drowned yourself in. the groan that came from your throat made katsuki chuckle to himself.

“come here.” he said quietly. instead of waiting for you to move yourself to him, he was already sliding his arms around you and pulling you on top of him.

“you are so needy.” you giggled out, bringing a hand up to hold the side of his neck. you planted a line of kisses on his jaw and laid your head down in the crook of his neck. you had never felt so comfortable in your life. the way your body perfectly fit with his felt like finally putting the last piece into a puzzle.

“i’m not needy.” he retaliated, his heart picking up speed at how close you were to him. the way his chest moved against you as he breathed was enough to put you to sleep.

“mhm. sure.” you said closing your eyes and pushing your face further into his neck. your legs intertwined with each other’s and he held you impossibly tighter. if you could sleep inside his rib cage you would.

you gently planted one last kiss on his neck and fell asleep on top of him. katsuki gratefully listened to the sound of your breath coming and going. he stared at the ceiling as he mindlessly played with a strand of your hair. he had never imagined that you would ever want to be this close to him, let alone be his girlfriend. dating was something that hardly crossed his mind. katsuki had always told himself there were better things to worry about. however, now, you were the better thing he wanted to worry about; you were the one thing he wanted to happily spend his time on.

bakugou rested his cheek on your forehead and lightly sighed. he closed his eyes as he brought his free hand up to gently caress your face. katsuki would never sleep without you by his side again.

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hope they like the ouran host club

★﹒₊‧ochako urakara as ur gf

< i hc that this girl is a full on lesbian so, yeah. written w fem!reader in mind (me) >

you were 100% her gay awakening. she remembers it so vividly too. you guys weren't best friends but still pretty close, she was hanging out with you in your dorm, doing a low budget spa day and watching the buzzfeed unsolved complications. she put on her face mask without a mirror so there was a noticeable spot uncovered and you, being the helping friend you are, offered to do it. she was laying down on your bed with you beside her, one arm over her body to keep yourself up as you leaned in close to massage more of the grey mask into her skin. you looked into her eyes for a moment but to her it felt like hours. her heart started beating faster, her body for really hot and jittery yet she couldn't move. then you lifted yourself up and laid down beside her to start the video.

you had to confess first. she was sooo convinced you weren't into girls, or into her, no matter how many hints or flirty remarks you threw at her. she also valued your friendship too much to throw it all away. (girl was willing to take these feelings for you to her grave)

she definitely wouldn't want to keep you guys on the down low. not a secret exactly, but not out there either. she cares a little too much about what ppl will think or say, and you don't really like since she never denies anything when ppl insinuate.

she love love loves going to the cafe, staying at home for a movie, or going to the book store as dates. ochako definitely prefers to stay in then go out, she just likes the intimacy of you two alone than being surrounded by strangers.

SHE IS A JEALOUS GIRL

she doesn't pout alone or go sulk in a corner when she gets jealous, she goes all crazy gf on y'all.

"hiya babyy" goes in for a kiss, running her hands along your body to pull away and go "oh who is your little friend?" all with smile. she isn't slick either, EVERYBODY WHO KNOWS HER, knows when she is getting all jealous and possessive.

since she gets jealous easily, it's easy to fix, just either A) ignore the person as soon as she comes over, or B) give her reassurance

also, her love language is quality time and physical touch

character that you started watching an anime for and the character you fell in love with instead: who are they go

— hq boys as soft, flirty moments

♡ suna r., atsumu m., osamu m., oikawa t. -> hq masterlist

♡ missed writing for them (suna) so much

— suna’s palm flattens itself against your lower back, he brushes past the crowd and bends down to lowly speak into your ear. a compliment can barely be heard over the blaring music but a heat spreads through your body nevertheless at the smirk that’s spread itself on suna’s face.

— atsumu is always asking for simple favors. only for his hands to wrap around yours when you hand him the waterbottle, or the remote, or his phone…he can’t help it, really, he just gets a little nervous around you and forgets how to flirt.

— osamu has made it a habit to bend down and give you a kiss on your cheek every-time you leave a gathering. he’s very slick with it, the action almost unnoticeable to everyone. well, everyone but atsumu, who shoves his twin and whispers, “make a move already, dumbass.”

— oikawa’s gaze meets yours. the group continues to laugh at a joke he’s made and yet the only reaction he really cares about is yours. you give him a small smile, nodding in his way, to which he returns with a wink and a nod. it’s a small gesture, one you know you shouldn’t read too into, but you can’t help the warmth your heart feels.