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animesustenance · 3 years ago
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ft. bunny!tamaki amajiki x fem!reader
genre: smut
wc & warnings: 2.3k | hybrid au, use of sex toys, blowjobs, titty sucking, mommy kink, handjobs, praise kink, breeding kink, cunnilingus, possessive tamaki
premise: you’re tasked with babysitting your friend’s bunny. little did you know what kind of bunny he was. sexy shenanigans ensue. 
note: my piece for @ultimate-astridwriting​’s hybrid collab! this is my first time writing nsfw so i hope you enjoy this! and please, minors.. don’t interact with this. filter #lostcoves.nsfw!
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animesustenance · 3 years ago
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a dangerous game —
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summary ⤿ It’s friday night! and there are a plethora of games to be played, some more fun than others.
pairings ⤿ eren, armin, connie, jean x fem bodied reader
warnings ⤿ nsfw/18+, smut, orgy, rough sex, choking, spitting, slapping, creampie, breeding, dumbification, bondage, blindfolding, overstimulation.
WC ⤿ 5.2k
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animesustenance · 3 years ago
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pro hero deku spends fathers day with his cock buried in your cunt, fucking you from behind with his scarred hands using your wrists as leverage, so that every time he can get a little deeper, “g-gonna fill you up,” he groans loudly, even though you’ve already got his cum leaking down your thighs, and your tongue is lolling out of your mouth as another orgasm rips through you, you’re well past being able to form words, or sentences, just choking out another cry of “d-daddy,” which only starts the whole process over again. 
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animesustenance · 3 years ago
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I just cannot stop thinking about Bakugo meeting a girl with a pig quirk. All it is, is a mutation quirk, she can't do anything with it. She's practically quirkless. A regular civilian. But he thinks she's cute with her pig nose and pig ears and curly tail. Not to mention her curvy, pudgy body that is just doughy and soft.
I dont know how he meets her, but he does and he's just like "what the fuck" but also like "my fucking God look at her." From the moment he sees her he just wants to hold her and make her his in every conceivable way possible. Kiss her. Date her. Fuck her. Ruin every other person for her.
While they makeout his hands are in her assz no question about it, but he curls her tail around his finger constantly. Every time. He has to once they're in an established relationship. And he loves seeing that cute little tail whenever he sees her from behind because it sticks out of her shorts or skirts, it has to.
This is with pro hero Bakugo I guess, so like he gets a lot of attention. Fans hate her because 'why the fuck is she hogging Dynamight?' 'she doesn't deserve him' and many other rude and disgusting things. People call her a fat pig. Omg how fucking original! Can't believe they came up with that one all on their own. She doesn't care what they say because she has the man. She gets positive affirmation from him when he puts her in a mating press and fucks her brains out.
He hits it from behind and just covers her ass in bruises and little burns. The quirk use in the bedroom is just fucking amazing. He gets to roast his lil pig when she let's him in.
The aftercare and body worship go hand in hand. He is all over her with his lips. His hands massage her sore thighs and hips, his mouth leaving hot kisses on her fluffy belly and telling her how much he loves her.
The breeding kink. His hand goes to her belly and he growls like the big bad wolf, "how many little piggies d'you think I can put in here?" And he doesn't fucking hold back. He wants her squealing when he dumps his first second third and fourth load into her. Like fuck he's making sure they're building a home by the time the nights over.
I just... I've fallen deeper into my pig girl and Bakugo idea
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animesustenance · 3 years ago
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b-baby trapping with izu 🥺 he knows he can’t cum in you, knows he’s in his 20’s, s’too early to have a kid! he’s at the height of his career!
but it feels so good 🥺 your cunt, that is. all slick and soft and warm, pulling him in and clenching down so sweetly. all while you claw at him so pretty n ask for his babies—and he knows you mean it.
he tries to placate you, because izu’s patient like that. “can’t give it t’ya now, baby, you know that,” even though the glazed look in your eyes tells him you aren’t even listening. mushing his cockhead against that tender spot inside of you always melts you into a bimbo.
but you just cling to his large body, shaking your head and whimpering for what you want, “wan’ your cum so bad izu, wanna make you a daddy, please? don’t pull out, d-don’t pull out,”
n’ when he’s about to cum, when you can feel him throbbing hot inside of your pussy, your legs clamp tight around his hips—desperate to keep him inside you, desperate to be have your lil cunt pounded with cum 🥺 n even though izu’s strong enough to pin you down, big enough to manhandle you away from himself, you get exactly what you want. a pussy full of warm cum and deku groaning in your ear while he does it.
mmmf!
he curses you, hissing and emptying his balls inside you, watching that opaque ring form around his cock as he unknowingly fucks his seed into your greedy lil hole 🥺
shit, this wasn’t supposed to happen, he told you to wait dammit.
but with the way your eyes cross and gloss over from feeling so full he shrugs and keeps going since you wanted his nut so badly.
one baby couldn’t hurt, right?
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animesustenance · 3 years ago
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b-baby trapping with izu 🥺 he knows he can’t cum in you, knows he’s in his 20’s, s’too early to have a kid! he’s at the height of his career!
but it feels so good 🥺 your cunt, that is. all slick and soft and warm, pulling him in and clenching down so sweetly. all while you claw at him so pretty n ask for his babies—and he knows you mean it.
he tries to placate you, because izu’s patient like that. “can’t give it t’ya now, baby, you know that,” even though the glazed look in your eyes tells him you aren’t even listening. mushing his cockhead against that tender spot inside of you always melts you into a bimbo.
but you just cling to his large body, shaking your head and whimpering for what you want, “wan’ your cum so bad izu, wanna make you a daddy, please? don’t pull out, d-don’t pull out,”
n’ when he’s about to cum, when you can feel him throbbing hot inside of your pussy, your legs clamp tight around his hips—desperate to keep him inside you, desperate to be have your lil cunt pounded with cum 🥺 n even though izu’s strong enough to pin you down, big enough to manhandle you away from himself, you get exactly what you want. a pussy full of warm cum and deku groaning in your ear while he does it.
mmmf!
he curses you, hissing and emptying his balls inside you, watching that opaque ring form around his cock as he unknowingly fucks his seed into your greedy lil hole 🥺
shit, this wasn’t supposed to happen, he told you to wait dammit.
but with the way your eyes cross and gloss over from feeling so full he shrugs and keeps going since you wanted his nut so badly.
one baby couldn’t hurt, right?
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animesustenance · 3 years ago
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he feels like home
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animesustenance · 3 years ago
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pairing: sakusa kiyoomi x reader.
warnings: arguments, angst lol there’s no fluff in this one
wc: 1.9k
a/n: help i wrote this in one mf sitting and rushed the ending i’m sorry........ anyways this was inspired by 8 by billie eilish  not lyrically but yk... idk how to explain it ok bye
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11:22pm.
Sitting on your living room couch, you frown at the sight, momentarily lowering your gaze to your feet, putting your hands patiently on your lap.
Kiyoomi promised to be here hours ago.
Your food, which you prepared with so much warmth and devotion, now sat cold and dull on the dining room table.
It’s okay, you think. He’s just busy. After all, he is a professional athlete. In a state of nervousness, you lick the skin of your bottom lip, your head hanging low, as your sweaty hands entwined and fiddled to help you distract yourself from worrying about Kiyoomi.
The situation is nothing new, it has happened many times in the past, he’s always been late. But it's okay, you know your Omi wouldn't hurt you.
You try to look at the positive side of this situation — he’s a very busy man. You decide it was best not to contact him simply because you didn’t want to bother him. There’s probably traffic, you think; and with that, you turn on the television to distract yourself from Kiyoomi’s absence.
12:00AM
Kiyoomi missed your anniversary.
"It's okay," you murmur to yourself. In truth, it was a weak way of assuring yourself that everything was just ‘okay’. A heavy sigh fills your lungs as you stand up from the couch and look back, covering the meals and packing yours in the refrigerator. You no longer had an appetite for food anymore.
You reheat Kiyoomi's meal in case he comes home soon, since you know he'll be hungry. After doing so, you headed to your shared bedroom.
Laying on your back, you stare up at the ceiling and reflect on your day. Upon reflection, it was indeed a cold and empty bed that greeted you this morning. You recall the drowsy state you were in, which caused you to attempt to cuddle Kiyoomi, but his empty side of the bed completely woke you up. He told you he wouldn’t have practice the day before, so where the hell is he?
As soon as you hear the thought, you shake your head. Now is not the time to worry. Kiyoomi hates when you worry. You drum your fingers on the bed and hum a melody out of mere boredom. Lifting yourself off the bed, you grab your phone on the nightstand, and turned it on in hopes that your Omi had left a message for you.
Nothing.
It’s as if you flounder, frowning at the blank screen and indignantly turning it off, mindlessly placing the device beside you. Only then do you hear footsteps outside your apartment, along with the sound of keys clinking on the floor.
“Shit.”
The familiar voice makes you grin as you open the door to your bedroom and peer over to the kitchen to see your Omi. Thrilled, you run up to him and tightly embrace him, oblivious to the fact that his hands are still on the side.
Of course. He hasn’t been able to wash himself since he’s just entered. You should’ve known he would be uncomfortable, he’s told you many times before. Clearing your throat, you remove yourself from the 6 foot man and awkwardly place your hands on your sides.
“You’re late,” you whisper playfully, tapping his nose. He doesn’t say anything, not until you tap his cheek softly. With a slight bending of his head, he finally meets your gaze. Even just a small action is enough to get your cheeks hot, averting your gaze to the ground.
“Yeah.” He finally speaks up, causing your head to jolt up to face him once again. It warms your heart to see him returning home, the way his mask lies below his chin; he’s finally returned. Softly stroking his cheek, you offer him a soft smile as you trail your fingers along his face. Kiyoomi clears his throat, then moves past you, leaving you to your own thoughts.
“It’s okay, we can just celebrate tomorrow. I know you’re tired." You try, he pauses before turning around with furrowed brows.
“Celebrate what?”
At that, your heart drops, along with the grin you previously had. He forgot. He forgot your anniversary.
“Omi…” You falter, “Our anniversary, remember?”
"Oh."
Oh.
For the entire day, you kept giving yourself excuses to relieve yourself because you genuinely believed your Omi remembered. You thought maybe he had a surprise he wanted to get you, that’s why he came home so late. You even wore the dress he'd compliment you on, just to please him, but he never acknowledged it. Now all he has to say is ‘Oh’? What a lame reply. In fact, you weren't even upset before (although you weren't aware he forgot your anniversary).
“Oh?” your browns knit together and you attempt to conceal the scoff that left your lips. “What do you mean, ‘Oh’? Omi I- I cooked.. I did everything and you-”
You’re quickly cut off when Kiyoomi tilts his head back in clear irritation. You notice his tongue darting from the side of his cheeks. “Y/N… I’m tired. Let’s talk about this tomorrow.”
“Do you know how frustrating it is to hear that, Omi?” you cross your arms and shake your head in disappointment.
Why are you suddenly feeling this way? Like there’s something tightening in your chest, and the same is happening in your throat as well. It's difficult to tell if you're breathing normally, but you do your best to ignore it.
“I don’t know what you want me to do, Y/N.”
Why did he seem like he’d be anywhere else but here? As if you’re being a hindrance to his well-being? He isn’t even trying to explain himself to you, you’re the one that’s doing all the effort.
“I want you to give me a reason to stay, Omi!” you shrugged when Kiyoomi’s head turned to face you with shock at your sudden outburst. “I’ve always been positive — or at least tried to be. I’ve been trying so hard for the past year and you just… You aren’t making it very easy for me.”
He takes a step closer to you but you back away, his face falls at your indifference. “We love each other. Isn’t that enough?”
“Do you love me, Omi? Because I haven’t been feeling your ‘love’ for me lately.” you use your two fingers and hold them up as quotations, just to emphasize how tired you were.
His eyes widen in shock, as if he wasn’t expecting those words from you. You already know how much he hates when you ask questions like these. He's already told you he loved you before. He doesn’t understand why you needed to hear it again. He plopped himself of the sofa, burying his face in his hands with a grown.
“Y/N, don’t be stupid-”
“I… I waited… All day. For you. You promised me you would be home.” you clench your fist. You attempt to calm yourself down with shallow breaths, trying your best to breathe properly through your nose. “You forgot our anniversary, Kiyoomi.”
“I had practice.”
“God, that’s all I hear!” you lift your arms up exhaustedly, “You… You’ve missed so many dates because you’re always out to God knows where! I always thought it would be enough if we both knew we loved each other but..."
“What are you trying to say? So now you’re planning on leaving?”
“Well, yeah. Since I never have anything to come home to.” you sniffle.
“I’m here. I’m what you come home to, Y/N!" He abruptly rises from the sofa and turns to you, his voice raising seemingly out of nowhere.
“Kiyoomi, when are you ever home?” you laughed humorlessly at the absurdity of his statement. “When have I ever came home to meet you there?”
“You really wanna hear me say it? You think I hate leaving home? I hate having to leave you. I miss you so much when I’m away from you.” He defends himself with a raised voice.
“Oh, really?” You cross your arms together and scoff dubiously, “If that were true, then why did you willingly go to practice on your day off?”
Nothing comes out of his mouth. His body tenses.
“I’m sorry I forgot our anniversary. It slipped my mind.” He sighs in exhaustion. He attempts to calm down the argument to prevent it from getting overly heated, although that’s far too late.
You purse your lips to prevent yourself from letting out a sob, though that horribly fails. Your sight becomes blurry as you violently wipe the tears rapidly falling from your face.
“That’s been happening a lot lately. Don’t you think?”
“You know this is part of the job, Y/N.” He says weakly, cursing himself for giving such a lame excuse.
“I know that,” You admit, “but I didn’t realize I would be living in the fringes of your career!”
You never meant for this to happen. You never wanted to lose your temper, Kiyoomi hated it when you did. He also hated arguments, a major reason as to why he never bothered to fight back with you. What he hated more, though, was making you cry.
Kiyoomi turns to face you, and his face visibly pales. He can feel his heartbeat spreading up, his hands cold and clammy and his first instinct is to embrace you. He hated this part of arguing.
“Why, Omi?” you sob in his chest.
“W..What?” He furrows his brows and mindlessly grips your waist firmer, his chin resting on top of your hair while his arm soothingly rubbed your back.
“Why do I always have to cry before you apologize? Why don’t you tell me you love me anymore?” Your head pounded and your heart thudded loudly in your chest. Everything was too loud. You hated the way Kiyoomi made you feel. You hated how unaffected he was by the clear disappointment in your eyes when he willingly admitted that he had forgotten your anniversary.
He doesn’t know why he hated saying ‘i love you’ back. He doesn’t know why the only time he’s able to kiss you on the cheek was when he thought you were asleep.
He thinks that maybe it’s because if he says the same thing over again to you, you’ll get tired of hearing ‘i love you’ from him. But what’s the difference when he’s always the one coming home and making you ball your eyes out? Wouldn’t saying ‘I love you’ repeatedly be better than not saying anything at all?
“I don’t..” he sighed painfully, “I don’t know.”
He hated when you cried. He hated the fact that you only cried when he's to blame for it. Despite your tears soaking through his jersey, he embraced you even tighter. You let go of his embrace eventually, he never did. As you clenched your fists to your sides again, you weren’t sure whether you wanted to hit him for constantly making you feel this way or give up on any hope you had that your relationship with Kiyoomi could work out. He softly ran his fingers through your hair as an attempt to calm you down.
"Omi," you whisper, nuzzling your arms deeper into his chest. There was a damp sensation on your cheek. If Kiyoomi was crying, you didn’t bother to check. You wanted to stay like this for a little while longer.
“Yeah?” his voice breaks. He buried his nose in your hair while inhaling the scent of your shampoo. He knew, in his mind, that this was likely to be his last time. Ah, how he wished he had embraced you more often.
“I can’t keep doing this anymore…”
“Yeah,” He sighs one last time, “I know.”
You hated the fact that Kiyoomi only showed you affection just when he was about to lose you.
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𝗿𝗲𝗯𝗹𝗼𝗴𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗿𝗲𝗰𝗶𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗱 <𝟯.
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animesustenance · 4 years ago
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bakugous winter costume is superior i do not take criticism
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animesustenance · 4 years ago
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manspreading is only sexy when anime men do it
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animesustenance · 4 years ago
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animesustenance · 4 years ago
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Kaminari: I was arrested once for being way too handsome.
Jirou: The charges were immediately dropped due to no supporting evidence.
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animesustenance · 4 years ago
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THIS SHOW NEVER FAILED TO MAKE ME LAUGH
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MIKASA’S DARE IS SO FUNNY
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I LIKE HOW SHOOK THEY WERE WHILE MIKASA WAS SMILING LIKE “TOLD YAH”
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animesustenance · 4 years ago
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i love this so much i could watch this all day and SUGA’S THE FOUNDER OF KARASUNO’S CHEERLEADING SQUAD 
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animesustenance · 4 years ago
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no one:
me talking abt haikyuu:
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animesustenance · 4 years ago
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Wow guys I got chapter 286 exclusive spoilers😳😳😳
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animesustenance · 4 years ago
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“I’ll see you at U.A. one day!”
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