#bnah smut

[savnofilter]

Kinkuary Day 25

gargoyle!fatgum

☠️ warning(s): 𝕔𝕠𝕝𝕝𝕒𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘, sexual content, bdsm (?), sex toys, rough sex, crying, pushing limits, overstimulation, asphyxiation, mentions of fem-dom, dry cum but make it female.

☠️ genre: smut, holiday special.

☠️ words: .9k [3 minutes, 50 seconds].

☠️ read more: kinktober(uary) | part one | flf

☠️ summary: Tai was always on the receiving end of wearing the collar. how good did it feel to be have it on you for a change?

The heavyweight of his hand did great on pressing the toy onto your clit, the sensation making your thighs quiver. Your body tensed up as you felt another climax run you down. You tried moving away from the buzzing that the vibrator delivered to your clit, chest heaving as you tried to control yourself.

With the ball gag keeping your mouth open, a whimper of distress was muffled. You slumped against your restraints that held your arms up, your legs forced open with the same fate as your arms. The only other piece of fabric that was wrapped against you was the red collar that held up your neck hugged perfectly against your skin. The light jingle that was tossed in the air signified the leash that was held around your neck was struggling to keep up with your movements. His effortless hold on keeping your head up was easy. But like the responsible lover he was, he made sure that his grip didn't hurt your throat or anything serious. 

The forbearing pressure on your skin was an exhilarating feeling that you couldn’t wrap your head around. As the buzzing of the dildo continued, you followed down the path of losing yourself. Your mouth hung open as your body tried to anchor itself or its third orgasm for the night. No words left his mouth as he watched you tremble and shake as you tried to calm down only for him to carefully insert the weapon used against you into your sopping cunt, positioning it upwards to immediately hit up against your g-spot. You panted heavily as it was hard to breathe with the red collar around your neck. You would’ve breathed out a sigh of relief if he gave you the chance too… but he didn’t. 

His thumb replaced where the vibrator once was, giving slow and delicate rubs into your clitoris. A broken moan escaped your lips as he abused the spot between your legs. Your thighs clenched as you attempted to close him out, skin slick in sweat as he had no qualms of working you up. You weren’t sure you were going to last very long but you were trying so desperately too. At this point, your eyes started to bead with tears as you tried to yourself together and progressed to fail at it once again.

Though you could not even see him, you timidly raised your eyes to look up at him despite the tears in your eyes. You had never been worked up like this. So many nights you were used to being the one in charge and happily watching as he squirmed from only being under your gaze. It gave you such a strange high. After a few instances of where men couldn’t dominate you the way you wanted, you opted out being the one that gave. But Taishiro was different.

The big moment when he had snapped and dished out what you typically gave him is what made you reconsider. And certainly, you weren’t regretting it. This was the first time that you were feeling aroused under the hand of another male was exciting. Drool ran down the corner of your mouth as it was forced to stay open, the minimal proper way for airflow to your lungs slowing down the process of your response. Taishiro notices this and swiftly adjusts the tightness against your neck not wanting to injure you. He gazed at you with the same unwavering look, the feeling of concern hidden behind them if you looked closely. He leaned in to kiss at your neck—minding the collar—kissing a trail to the soft spot between your neck and jaw, teeth skimming it and sucking.

You jumped upon your skin being played with wanting so desperately wanting to wrap your arms and legs around him and pull him so closely. His hand from your neck moves to grip your thigh while his other stays focused on playing with your erect bud between your labia. You were practically putty in his hands once he started to whisper nothing but praises, his words being the last straw. You groaned as you dry came, body too spent to let out any real substance.

“Such a good girl,” Taishiro mumbled against your neck. He slows down the pace on your clit before pulling away altogether. He smiles as wipes away your tear-stained cheeks, moving in to give your lips a peck. “You looked so beautiful, Y/N.” 

He turns off the vibrator and carefully takes it from your cunt. He spreads your lower lips to watch as your hole gaped, observing how your walls quivered from the loss of touch with the mechanism of wanting more. Taishairo’s hands were delicate in taking off your muzzle and collar, rubbing the skin as the areas that it was held against were hot. Maintaining the same softness in taking down the other restraints as well, catching you in his arms when you drop like dead weight. Carrying you to your bed was easy for him since everything carried by him felt lighter than a feather. Carefully, he lays you down on the bed and gets in close to you. Even with how tired you were you snuggled up close to him. His body quickly enveloped your body as his arms wrapped around your waist and nuzzled your neck. 

“Was I okay?” He asks. A few moments pass where you didn’t answer, probing him to lean up to watch your face. He chuckles as you had already fallen asleep, giving your shoulder a soft kiss. He gets repositioned behind you, tugging the comforters close and resting his eyes closed as well.

He hoped his performance was as good as he thought, so he and you could continue your sexual adventure in the future.

[yarozu]

Here is part 11 of my character with their s/o series.

Enjoy~

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Warnings: Slight nsfw. Nothing to explicit, just slightly suggestive.

- Keigo Takami {Hawks}

• Let's face it. He's a very busy man. You wouldn't be able to see each other very often. But he honestly doesn't mind it too much because to him that just means that he can indulge in you more when you two are finally together.

• He is very into nicknames. He barely ever calls you by your name. He's always calling you his "sweetheart, baby bird, Angel"

Oh but be careful, because the moment you call him by a pet name? Let's just say you might struggle a bit to walk the next day.

• He is also very much the type to tease you. He loves leaving you all flustered and red faced.

You were cleaning up the house while Keigo was out doing his hero duty. You had your headphones on head and the broom in your hand. You were happily dancing to the music, not even hearing the door to the house open.

"Can you stay up all night? Fuck me till the daylight. Thirty four, thirty five." You sang along to the lyrics playing in your ears.

You gasp slightly at the sensation of one arm wrapping around your body and another pulling the headphones from your head.

"Damn baby. If you wanted me that bad, you could have just said so." Keigo says smirking down at you, leaving you not only confused but also very flushed.

• You know how some couples just randomly dance with each other? Yeah you do that. But instead of dancing, he takes you up into the sky.

You gotta admit, the first few times were a little scary but looking down at the entire city while the wind blows through your hair and Hawks holds you in his arms is such a euphoric feeling that you never want to loose.

• This is a very random one but I can definitely see him randomly bringing you flowers home. And not store bought ones. No.

Ones that he saw while soaring through the sky while patrolling. Seeing the pretty little flowers just reminded him of his pretty little feather who was waiting for him at home.

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[explosivenebula]

Can i request a shoto x female reader where the s/o has a very stressful time with her job/jobs but doesn't want shoto to know how bad it is, culminating in her passing out from exhaustion mid sex?

I love this, great idea! Hope you enjoy what I’ve written, and have a lovely day/night!

Todoroki x Fem!Reader {Scenario} {NSFW} {REQUEST}

**MATURITY TAG**

Pairings: Todoroki x reader

Warnings: NSFW, swearing

If you’d like to request a similar headcanon or something entirely different with the same or different MHA/BNHA characters, feel free do to so! Note: Most of my work will be a gender neutral reader/perspective, unless you specifically request something different. You may also request a headcanon for any size, ethnicity, religion etc of person, everything here is welcome! (As long as it is not offensive, and follows the guidelines.)

Todoroki was always the caring type, and never skipped a beat when it came to making sure you were okay both under and away from his care. To him, you where his top priority, and nothing could compromise that. 

He had began to notice the exhaustion for weeks now, how you would come home completely drained from your job, or spend more than just hours at a time working far longer than you were required to. 

You had become so exhausted you practically had no time for anything anymore. Your job seemed to consume your life, and Todoroki was receiving the blunt of the trouble. 

The second you came home you were in bed, and the minute you woke up you were gone again. Every waking day was spent at your job. Nothing could pull you away, and no matter what you were forced to endure, your work ethic and personality was the only thing getting you through. 

Despite this, however, you made an effort to hide the exhaustion from Shoto, hating the idea of him worrying or making a fuss over you for what you believed was no reason at all. He as a hero, after all. He had much more important things to do than babysit you 24/7. Or at least, that’s what you thought. 

Every time he would notice something off about you, like your lack in appetite despite having not eaten at all around him, or completely zoning out even when he was speaking directly to you, he would ask what was wrong. 

And every time you would reply with the same old answer, ‘I’m fine, Shoto, don’t worry about me.’ You knew this couldn’t go on any longer. It was taking a massive toll on you, and you knew you were way past your breaking point. Any longer and you would completely break. You were fragile.

But talking to him about the issue seemed like such a hard task for you. You couldn’t bear to think what he would say, and the fact you d come so far without saying anything only pushed you to go a little further. 

So when you had come home three hours late, a little less than twenty minutes ago, he was obviously concerned, but gave you your space. You managed to flash a fake smile and that seemed enough to pass him, making your way straight to the shared bedroom where you were now sitting on the edge of your bed, staring blankly at the ground with Todoroki behind you preparing the pillows. 

“Darling?” 

You were pulled from your thoughts when you felt his hand on your shoulder, his silky smooth voice dripping like honey in the air and filling your ears. “I’m coming, Sho, give me a minute.”

He simply groaned and buried his face in the crook of your neck, his hands beginning to wander your torso. Before you could turn however, he planted a gentle kiss on your neck, biting down on the sensitive skin and coaxing a quiet moan from your soft lips. 

Snickering lightly, his wandering hands rested on your hips, stabilizing both you and himself as he continued to trail kisses from the underside of your jaw, neck and down to your chest, his hands now playing with the hem of your shirt. 

You couldn’t help but let out a long string of uneven moans, the sounds from you only egging the half and half male on further. “S-sho...stop. I have to work again tomorrow, remember?”

Todoroki simply rolled his eyes and grunted, pushing you down on the bed and slowly crawling his way on top of your body. He leaned down, kissing your lips and distracting you as he lifted the article of clothing from your body, utilising the soft arch in your back to play with the clipping of your bra. 

“Work can wait.” You rolled your eyes and snickered, using your free hands to trail up towards his hair where you scratched his scalp lightly. “You’re so straightforward.”

He shrugged, a small smile on his lips when you shuddered at his cold hand tracing patterns on your bare stomach. “Perhaps. Just relax, okay?” You swallowed, nerves slowly pricking at your skin. 

You had engaged in this with Shoto before, but the limits of you exhaustion were starting to catch up to you, and you soon became worried that this would, indeed, be your breaking point you had been so adamant on pushing back. 

But even as the tiredness and sluggishness pooled in your mind and caused your eyelids to droop, you didn't have the heart to push Shoto away. After all, you would be lying if you said you didn't want this. You wanted him, and you refused to let your tiredness deny you of another regained night with your lover. 

With a sift motion he tore the shirt from his body and got to work on your own, his hands groping your breasts while shaky breaths left his parted lips. You bit your lip, trying your best not to explode with your moans. 

“Gah, S-sho-to...sh-it” He grinned, leaning down to wrap his mouth around your now perky buds. As he did so, he let out soft moans from your own travelling hands, beginning to palm him gently through his jeans. 

The vibrations on your skin sent you into a flurry of pleasure, coaxing every moan you could from him and responding with your own. 

He eventually found the strength to pull away and plant butterfly kisses on your stomach, pulling down your own garments and using his thumb to rub gentle circles on your throbbing clit. 

“You’re so wet already~” You groaned, hiding your face from his staring eyes and moaning into the pillow. “Shoto....f-fees so good...” He sucked in a heavy breath at your soft praises, feeling his own desperation begin to climb. “Fuck-”

Not being able to hold back any longer, he pressed you down, trapping your hands and giving himself two slow, agenising pumps to prepare himself. He kept eye contact with you, snickering as you squirmed with excitement and annoyance at the teasing. “God sake Shoto, just-”

You weren’t able to finish your sentence before he shoved himself inside of you carefully yet harshly, his own grunts being overthrown by your lied moans and cries of pleasure. 

He began to move in and out of you, his thrusts taking the timing of his shaky breathing and grimaces with each scratch your nails made on his shoulder blades. You moaned out his name loudly, only egging him on to move faster and harsher. 

“Shit! Shoto...ahh~ p-please...” He laughed softly, sweat beginning to form in soft beads on his forehead with every moment in and out of your throbbing womanhood. 

But as he did so, you began to lose contact with your consciousness, your vision turning slightly blurry as your strength was drained from your limbs. After a few more seconds, your arms felt numb, and your mouth had become too dry to communicate to Todoroki. 

His continuous movements only added to the massive headache that have overtaken you so suddenly, and it wasn’t long before the last string tying you down snapped, surging your body into the inky darkness of unconsciousness. 

And the second Todoroki felt your arms slip from around your neck, he paused, shaking his head to open his eyes and look upon your figure. His eyes widened at seeing your passed out body and he froze, his breathing hitching with concern and fear.

“S-s/o? S/o!” He swore under his breath and pulled out, quickly gathering you in his arms and wrapping the beds blanket against your completely limp form. “S-shit! s/o! Wake up...baby? Please, darling...hey...”

Soft tears welled in his eyes and he choked down sobs, complete terror ripping wildly through his mind. Had he hurt you? Was he too aggressive, did he rush into things? Why hadn’t you said anything? We’re you sick?

Every possible question ran his thoughts, making him shake in worry. He was quick to pull you into his arms, rocking you back and forth gently while brushing the sweat from your face and planting soft, reassuring kisses on your lips. 

It was when you began to stir that his heart sank into his stomach, a sudden feeling to throw up becoming too overwhelming for him. But he had to stay strong, for yours and his sakes. 

“Darling.” You groaned softly, your eyelids flickering in an attempt to process the bright lights surrounding you. “S-shoto?” The half and half male was able to breath a sigh of relief, letting a lone tear slip down his cheek as he began to hold you that slightest bit closer. 

“You scared me, s/o. You passed out, are you alright? What happened? Did I hurt you?” You let out a shaky breath, not having enough strength to move your arms, only enough to bury your head in the crook of his neck. 

“I-i’m s-or-ry.” He shook his head, trying his best not to scare you with his wild actions “No no no...why? Why are you sorry? Are you sick?” You shook your head, melting into his arms. “N-no. I’m sorry, Shoto.”

He froze, his eyes widening at your actions. “It was work, wasn't it? You said things were fine...s/o...” You let a small tear slip, groaning gently at the thumping headache you carried. 

“I’m sorry I lied...I didn’t want you to worry.” He bit his lip, wrapping his arms closer and tighter around your body. “Of course I’m going to worry, s/o. Why wouldn’t I? I just want the best for you, please, hat’s why I’m here.”

“You can’t keep pushing yourself like this. You could have gotten seriously hurt, and you scared me half to death. s/o, listen to me.” He frowned, planting a kiss to your forehead. 

“I’m right here to take care of you. Please, come to me, talk. I’ll help, with anything, okay? I couldn't never be disappointed in you, and nothing you ask for will every be too much.”

“I promise to take care of you. You’re staying home tomorrow, and we’re fixing this, now. You need to rest and get your strength back.”

“I love you, s/o. So please, don’ be afraid to rely on me.”

*Hope you enjoyed this! It took a bit to write, so hopefully it’s at a good standard. I do apologise for any grammar or spelling mistakes. Thank you for reading, have a wonderful day/night!*

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Posted 06.09.2021

Written and Published by: explosivenebula

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“Oh my god I can’t breath” Olive giggled, crumbling into Eliott’s lap. Her husband smiled down at her gently playing with her hair.

“This is serious Olive!” Eliott said, his smile melting away to a very strained serious one. His dark brown eyes studying her face, “it’s the greatest story ever told. Guy dates a woman, woman’s ex is a mob boss who is involved in illegal fashion, mob boss’s daughter almost gets killed. Now the guy must use his skills from the years of being in the other four movies to get revenge on his girlfriend’s daughter’s father. Tale as old as time “

“I’m just saying they should have killed the guy and the daughter could have gone full ninja killer and taken out her father and his gang.” Olive giggled, wiping her eyes from the tears of laughter that had been rolling down her cheeks.

“That would probably have been a better movie… but would it also have bad dummy shots?” her husband asked.

“Of course” sitting up inspiration struck, “I have an idea!” Eliott watched her as she sat straight up. “You write the action and I will write the romance.”

“How much romance will there be if the daughter is 12 yearsold.”

“Well romance and character stuff.” she shrugged, “And you can add in all the poorly done dummy blow ups you want.”

“I will” Eliott said nodded, “But only if I can use sex dolls.”

“Like, Hard Ticket to Hawaii ? Oh wait! Now hear me out” Olive giggled scooting up so she was now straddling her husband taking his hands in her own. A goofy smile spread across Eliott’s face as he weaved his fingers into her own.

“Oh are we at the wait stage of drunk Olive?”

“Shhhh” she giggled leaning forward slightly brushing her nose on his, “But really, this is serious.” Cleaning her throat for dramatic effect she continued, “a Hard Ticket to Hawaii Death Wish 4 crossover.”

“Oh girl,” Eliott said, his voice hitting a higher pitch on his girl . Olive giggled pushing herself forward so she was resting on his chest.

“I love you.”

“No way really?” Eliott gave a fake gasp  “That’s sooo weird because you know what? I love you too”

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“ So just be ready ” Kirishima said, prepping the gang, “She’s… the same but different. ”

The group nodded in unison, game faces ready for whatever was coming. And that something was slowly walking toward when in the form of Bakugou and Olive.

Right off the bat it was obvious something was off. While they were holding hands it looked unnatural. Bakugou’s shoulders were hunched and he seemed to be looking anywhere but at Olive who was talking in the city as if she had never walked down this street before. Her large hazel eyes taking in everything, mouth slightly open.

“Olive! Bakugou!” Kirishima said, waving. At the sound of his voice Olive looked up and waved, a smile on her face as she looked over at the group of others standing with them. Her eyes intently taking everyone in as if searching for something that wasn’t there

“ Hello! ” she said as they both stood there awkwardly. Hands had been let go and now hanging at their sides. Limp as if unsure what to do.

There were a few more awkward nodes before Kirishima led them all inside toward the balcony seating, their usual stop. “T his place is amazing! ” Olive said looking around her eyes wide as she took in the atmosphere. Everyone froze as the blissfully unaware woman turned to her husband, “ How did you find this place Katsuki? ”

“ I didn’t, you did .” he said as everyone around him winched slightly. The awkwardness was so thick you could almost taste it, and it didn't taste good.

“Oh.” her voice soft as she bit her top lip looking down at her purple painted nails. She had found her polish that morning and had decided to try out the fun colors.

There was a long pause when Mina spoke up, “How’s Clare and Lilly and the others? ”

Olive blinked looking up, “ You know the girls? ”

“ Yeah we have wine and Rupaul's Drag race nights. I think the last one we did was about a month ago wasn’t it? ” the last statement, more of a question then a comment.

“Uhhh” Olive shrugged unsure how to respond

“ She doesn’t remember it ” Kaminari mumbled to the little pinked haired girl. And again there was a lapse of awkwardness. Turning to Momo from across the table Olive pointed to her shirt.

“ I love your shirt so cute! ” she said, stumbling slightly over her words. Momo lit up pointing to the shirt that Olive had gotten Momo for the hero’s birthday. The words “Females are strong as hell” in English was written in script across the chest. She had gotten it because she always told Momo, who was the 4th hero and number 1 female, that she was the most badass out of everyone (and that ranking didn’t mean shit). Also they were both addicted to “Unbreakable Kimmy Shimitt”  

“ Thank you, I’m Momo '' the dark haired hero said, noticing how much Olive was struggling trying to piece together who was who. Before they had come Momo and her fiancee Shoto Todoroki had decided to treat her like they had met for the first time. “ and this is Shodo my fiancee .”  

“ I’m Mina! ” Mina said quickly and everyone else followed suit with a quick round of introductions.

“ Yeah I have pictures ” Olive lit up at the introduction. “The fair.”

“ What picture did you have ?” Momo asked, leaning forward.

“ This one of the fair? ” Olive said, holding up the phone leaning over the table to hand her the phone. Watching them Kirishima chuckled leaning toward Bakugou.

“ Why are they across the table from each other?”  

Bakugou shrugged, rolling his eyes, not shocked by the poor seating choices. After coordinating this whole night was he really now in charge of seating as well?

“ Oh that was so fun. ” Momo smiled looking at the photo. Memories of her trip to the US where Olive had given her the grand tour.

“ Oh is that the American Fair? What other pictures do you have? Do you have the one from when we all went to that spa? Do you have the one of us in those masks making the peace sign? What about... ” Mina was bursting with questions going way too fast for Olive to keep up. The poor girl’s smile looked slightly strained as she tried to look like she was understanding more than every other word from the excited pink haired girl.

“You’re going to fast for her! ” Bakugou barked out noticing the very overwhelmed look in his wife’s eyes, “ She's still learning .”

“Oh sorry Olive” Mina whispered looking down at her hands feeling her face flush.  

“Don’t yell at her.” Olive said good naturally in English nudging Bakugou playfully with her shoulder. The blonde looked like the wind had been knocked out of him her words cutting him harder than he wanted to admit. “Which picture did you want to see Mina?”

Before the pink girl could respond the waiter came up to introduce herself and take drink orders.  A look of desperation came over Olive’s face as she looked down at the menu. Anxiety quickly flooded her system. The social pressure of trying to be normal while navigating a language she was still learning was extremely stressful. And this was besides the fact she had no idea what was good here or what she would like to order. Did she had a regular drink here? If so, what was it?

Desperately she looked down at the Japanese characters as if they would suddenly jump out and give her all the answers.  

A large hand slammed over the menu making Olive lookup. Bakugou’s intense red gaze met her hazel one.

“I’ll order for you,” he said softly in English, more of a statement than an offer. His red eyes studding her as if reading all her thoughts. She smiled softly at him making him flush slightly looking away from her to the waiter ordering quickly.

“Thank you” she whispered, her hand gently brushing against his arm. Her fingertips leave a trail of goosebumps in their wake. It felt like her touch was fire.

Quickly he rubbed his arm as if he could put out the flames that were licking at his skin.

Fuck. He had it bad.

“Yeah well you looked so lost.” he grumbled looking away turning to Kirishima who was intently watching the conversation with the most annoying smile on his face. “ What are you looking at? ” Struggling Kirishima’s annoying smirk didn’t fade but he offered no explanation for his expression.

Typical.

Lucky for Bakugou the conversation shifted to other things. Work, life, weird food Kaminari had tried last week on his trip to Bermuda.

Olive quickly picked up her conversation with Momo about the place she was looking into for her wedding and life in general. Since they were - as Kirishima had pointed out- sitting across the table from each other, Olive had to basically lean up over the top of the table to shout of the music that was playing in the background.

Bakugou couldn’t help but frown watching as his wife literally looked like she was crawling over. Her eyes bright as the two talked. It was the most enthusiastic she had been in a long time.

“If you want to be with her so bad go sit over there, ” he said, it came out much harder than he had meant it to be. But he was annoyed and sometimes -ok most times- had a hard time masking his emotions. Olive blinked looking up at him confused for a moment before getting up from her seat moving over - much to Momo’s delight- to sit down next to her. He could see her pulling out her phone probably to show off pictures of Dolemite. Or maybe to ask more about the people who littered it. He could tell she felt awkward about asking him those questions. Knowing it hurt.

But also he wanted her next to him. To feel her next to him. To know she was still there with him.

“ OMG I love this song !” Mina squealed as a song came on.

“ Let’s dance, ” Momo said, getting up knowing Olive loved to dance. Normally she was the one dragging the girls onto the floor. At the promise of dancing Olive lit up as she stood to follow them. However before she left she glanced over at Bakugou, as if checking in with him.

“Why are you looking at me? Go!”

Olive flashed him a wide smile before following the girls into the crowd. The other two girls grabbed her laughing as they swayed with the music. Not having to talk just laughing and enjoying each other’s company. The universal girl code of good music and alcohol.

Three songs later and she was slowing down, taking a moment to breathe looking around the dance floor.

And that was when she thought she saw him.

Long blonde hair pulled up in a man bun. A basic flannel shirt, on the shorter side with broad shoulders leaning on the bar, his back to her.

Eliott

Her brain zoned in on it, for a second she forgot he was dead. Forgot he was gone.

That first month after his death she saw him everywhere. Heard his laugh. Sensed his presence. Slowly it had gotten better. His presence slowly fading from the bright sun of the day to the dark of night or in those first moments when she was waking up. And even more recently his presence had slowly faded. Her brain too busy trying to understand this whole new life she was living to focus on the loss.

But as the man turned and she saw it was clearly not him something washed over her. Hit her right in the face crushing her inside.

She didn’t even realize she was crying until Momo came up and hugged her.

“What happened?” she whispered in English as Olive raised her hands to her face trying to stop the tears. But they wouldn’t stop. Her chest so heavy it felt like her whole body was filled with sadness and the only way out was through her tears.

“I just… I thought… I saw Eliott.” she hiccuped, “I’m sorry… I’m sorry.”

“Why are you sorry?” Momo asked, frowning as she studied Olive. Mina, whose English was not as good, hovered around them both rubbing Olive’s shoulder trying to understand what had happened.

“I just… can't stop crying.” Olive sobbed trying to take deep breaths to gain control of herself.

“It’s been a lot for you.” Momo said, “come here” she hugged the girl for a moment before pulling away.

“ It’s ok to miss someone. ” Mina said, holding out a napkin she had grabbed from the bar.

“Yeah and for you it’s been very recent.”  Monmo added nodding

“I just feel guilty… Katsuki.” Olive fumbled through the words trying to explain all the emotions that were swerling like some muddy concoction in her chest.

“ Oh Bakugou can get over it. ” Momo said, waving her hand trying to keep her words simple so both girls could understand what she was saying, “ he gets all moody but he really cares about you. ”

“ Yeah, the first time I met you he was so… relaxed. ” Mina said, trying to find the right words, “ None of us had ever seen him that way before. ”

“ He was happy. ” Momo nodded, “ He will be fine, you need to focus on yourself.”  

From across the bar Bakugou had lost sight of where the girls had gone. The crowd was getting thicker and thicker as the night had dragged on. He knew Olive would be safe with Momo and Mina there but still, he wanted to make sure she was ok.

And then he caught a glimpse of them. Standing at one of the far corners of the dance floor. Momo and Mina standing over Olive, hovering around her with concern on their faces. For a moment Mina moved and he could see Olive clearly, holding a small white napkin wiping her eyes.

Shit.

“ Hey bro where are you ?”

“ Just drink your beer. ” Bakugou interrupted Kirishima as he quickly made his way to the dance floor. Momo’s eyes met his and she shook her head but he didn’t care. Olive wasn’t Momo’s wife, she was his. They were supposed to be distracting her, not reminding her about her memory loss.

“Hey,” he said, reaching out for her. Olive turned eyes wide, still slightly glassy from her tears. Her makeup smudged. “Dance with me.” pulling her away from the girls who looked like they were about to protest. But one death glare from Bakugou told them not too.

He led her across the floor, his red eyes studying her as she took a few shaky breaths. Trying to compose herself. After a few moments her body slowly relaxed letting him lead as he felt her slowly lose herself in the music again.

“You dance?” she asked looking up at him.

“Depends.” he said shrugging

“Humm” she hummed, nodding like Eliott was what she was thinking. Eliott Eliott Eliott. Even Momo got more out of her than him. He felt like she was more comfortable around everyone but him. “You know” she said leaning forward resting her head on his chest catching him off guard. “I like to be with you too.”

He froze, his stomach clutching tightly, his breath coming out in a short gasp. She looked up at him with those hazel eyes studying him. “What you said about Momo, I like being with you too.”

“I heard you the first time” he said sharply only to soften quickly.

“I… I obviously liked being with you before or I wouldn’t have married you.” she added a genuine grin spreading across her face.  

“That would make sense.” He said nodding as they swayed in the music both caught up in their own thoughts. Eyes meeting, dancing in the lights overhead. For a second it felt as if time stood still and Olive was sworn she wasn’t in real life but in some weird musical romcom. As if her whole life was some televised novel filled with hi-jinks and drama.

Caught up in the moment Bakugou gently leaned forward, his nose brushing hers before pausing. Her heart leapt into her throat at the soft intimate touch. Crimson eyes searching hazel for a moment before moving closer, his warm breath caressing  her ear.

“Let me kiss you?”

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Kinktober day 23:  First Time  

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Sex, intercourse the union of 2 peoples bodies. It wasn’t something you had thought to much about until you and Shoto started to date. Now it had been over a year since you started and you had taken things slow. The closest the two had gotten to sex was making out and some grinding with your clothes on.

Today in the other hand the school had given 3A the weekend off and the two of you decided to take it at your house and your parents weren't home, they were out of town visiting your grandma so you and Shoto had your parents apartment for yourself. Now your mom always wanted you to stay safe so when she heard you started dating someone she put you on birth control and got you condoms to.

But you hadn’t feelt ready for it yet but now you and Shoto were making out on the couch after eating an early lunch together. It wasn’t planned or what the two of you planned on doing but here you were you went form a kiss. That quickly got more and more heated. 

You could feel him growing harder underneath you and his hands slowly started to move underneath your shirt and was rubbing your sides and and slowly crept further up towards your chest he was hesitant. You then decided to gather your courage and move your hand down his chest towards his hardening dick. But before you got there you looked into his eyes before taking a deep breath before wrapping your hand around him. And his hands moved to cup your chest and started needing them. The feeling made the both of you to moan out. 

The both of you were ready for this just didn’t know where to start. “Sho, lets take this to my bedroom its a lot more comfortable than the couch. “ He let out a chuckle. Before the two of you walked to the bedroom. Shoto had grabbed his bag on the way. You went to your bedside table “So Shoto I know we haven’t talked about sex to much but I do have some stuff if you want to” But your wonder and questioning was answered when you turned around and saw Shoto standing there with a box of condoms in one hand and a bottle of lube in the other. 

The both of you laughed when the two of you saw each other both had a box of condoms. “I guess that answers my question if you wanted to try this with me” He walked up to you before he kissed you again “Yes Y/N I want to try this with you.” The two of you quickly fell back into the rhythm that the two of you were in before. Only this time the two of you were stripping each other off articles of clothing.

Now the two of you were laying on your bed with Shoto hovering over you as the two of you kept kissing the only thing now is that the two of you both were a little more awkward not that the two of you were naked. You were more than horny enough to do this its just that it feelt weird now that the two of you were about to dive head first into this. “Sho, just put some lube on and a condom and well try this.” he nodded his head. “Are you 100% sure about this Y/N” you nodded your head.

Shoto then pushed himself into you slowly and he groaned as he feelt your tight walls around him. When he bottomed out he stood still knowing that a woman's first time could hurt. The lube and your natural arousal helped a lot so you only had a slight sting but the fact that he stilled like he did helped a lot.

So soon enough he was able to move again and he feelt the pleasure rise inside of him. “Y/N I don’t think I will last long it feels so good.” you nodded your head “Its ok Shoto, just come when you need to Sho”  He feelt good inside you as he moved you could feel him when he moved inside you, the friction to your inner walls felt great. But before you knew it Shoto was coming into the condom. 

“I’m sorry Y/N, it just feelt so good.” 

“It’s ok Shoto, this was our first time well get better at it”

After all of this Shoto orders pizza for the two and the two of you laid in m\bed and cuddled for the rest if the night.

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Remember Me 7

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Fandom: My Hero Academia 

Summary: Olive doesn’t remember anything and Bakugou remembers too much. 

Pairing: Bakugou x OC (Olive) 

Notes: Scheduling posts? what is that? Some sort of plan? hahah what? I have decided I am not going to wait to post this. I have most of it written so I’m just going to clean it up and post as much as I can. I’m just in a “fuck this lets go” mood. 

Shout out to my husband who gave me that insult for my novel I’m working on... it was gross and honestly... I think there is something wrong with him. 

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“I need an insult for this character to call the other character,” Olive said looking up from her position on the floor where she was typing away editing the Alien romance she was working on. Eliott was playing some sports video game.

“A cum milkshake,” he said without missing a beat

“What?” Olive let out a slightly shocked laugh.

“You heard me.”

Olive fake gagged rolling her eyes as Eliott burst out laughing “See? It’s perfect, I don’t know any context but I’m sure it’ll fit into any story.”

“You nasty” Olive chuckled going back to her story. “I’ll keep my story questions to only guns, Metal bands, and sports.”

They both lapsed into silence again Olive moving from the floor to the couch continuing to mold her story. The bones were already there; she just needed to add the meat. Like creative insults. Eliott got up moving to their kitchen. A few moments later he reappeared with a glass of something.

“Oh speaking of Cum milkshakes.” Eliott snickered holding out the glass, “Try this.” he held out his beer stein which had what looked like a foamy orange juice.

“Oh fuck what is that?” Olive said, taking a sip without question. Regardless of his off-color jokes she always trusted Eliott with his food and drink concoctions.

“It’s a beer-mosa with that white that Joe gave us.”

“It’s amazing when did you think this up?”

“Right now.”

Reaching down Eliott tried to take the drink from Olive only to have her slowly pull away from him looking up as she took both hands to grip the cup frowning at him.

“Did you want me to make you your own?” he asked chuckling  

“Oh, this one isn’t mine?”

“No, I’ll make you one.”

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Bakugou has said he would be coming home late that night. Thus Olive had hunkered down with Dolemite to read her stories. Turns out she actually owned hard copies of the books on a shelf next to her desk.  So after finding a blanket she had made herself a nest to dive into her works.

Dragon’s Dick turned out to be officially named “On Dragon’s Wings” about the ups and downs of dating a dragon shifter. Two hours later she was live texting Lilly bits of the story laughing at her work and getting so exciting trying to guess the ending. Lilly was getting a kick out of it texting her back with crazy theories even though she knew just how things turned out.

Olive was in it deep which was why she felt like she was waking from a dream when the door opened to her apartment. Dolemite letting out a soft meow before walking up to greet the blonde.

Her husband.

She could hear him curse at the cut along with a string of low words she assumed were in Japanese. It made her chuckle as she was sure the clingy cat almost tipped him on his way in. The fluffy cat had a way of getting right under your feet when you didn’t pay attention to him.

A  moment later Katsuki came into the living room his dark red eyes searching for her slightly desperately only to relax when his gaze fell on her curled up in her fluffy blanket. She smiled up at him, eyebright body much more relaxed than they had been.

“Welcome home.”

“How’s it going?” he grunted nodding toward the book in her hand,

“I’m actually good! And like… it’s like reading all my ideas but finished!”

“Well that’s because they are,” he said sitting down next to her.

“I see so many things etched in these too… and some things I think are… maybe you?”

“Huh?” that took him by surprise.

“I don’t know,” she mumbled, flipping through a few pages trying to find the part. “It’s just so specific and I know it’s not something that.. Uhhh”

“Eliott would do.”

“Yeah”

“What is it?”

“I’m trying to… oh here it is.”

Brock leaned forward to light the fireworks “You light up my world” Cami said giggling at her own stupid joke.

“God you're stupid.” he chuckled his golden eyes flickering toward her as he, without looking lit up the firework. It sparked and flew up into the sky exploding into a million colors raining down on them. He was showing off now. Cocky smile on his face. “

Bakugou frowned, he had honestly never read her books. She had never asked him too so he just never had. But he now had a strong desire to pour over each text to see just what she thought of him. “You then tried to light one and almost set yourself on fire.”

“That’s in here too.” she laughed her thumbs going over the pages. “When did we start dating? This book says it was published about 3 and a half years ago.”

“Almost 4 years ago, we have been married for almost 2.”

“So we would have been together during at least some of this. That would make sense. Since there is a bit of a shift in tone from the first few chapters and the last ones. In fact this book in general is a bit different from my other ones that I do remember.”

“Oh?” Now he was really curious.  

“Before my stuff was more… funny. Offbeat and silly. And this one is a lot like that, maybe a bit darker humor and then it kind of shifts to…” she paused holding the book in her hands, “almost tender.”

“Tender?” something about that made his heart heavy. Tender. He wasn’t sure he would call their relationship tender. Fiery sure. Passionate yes. But Tender?

Bakugou wasn’t a tender guy.  

But thinking back to those first few months. Late nights texting. Video chatting. Her just smiling at him while he spent an hour explaining moves he was working on. Venting about work or just life. That one time she made him watch Miami Connection with her when she came to Japan and her laughing so hard she was in tears while he screamed at her asking why she would put him through something like that.

He didn’t think of those moments as tender but she did.

All those times he could catch her just smiling at him. Just sitting there watching him do whatever it was he was doing with this look that he couldn’t describe. At first, he used to get mad, thinking she was laughing at him feeling insecure about her gaze. But whenever he confronted her about it she would just shrug and go “I just like you.”

Then one day it was just normal. To see her catch his eye and just give him that soft smile. Like he was the greatest thing that had ever lived.

Looking back at it now was like seeing it in a different shade of color. Something about that seemed so strange to him. As if he was looking at this from an outsider. Looking in on someone else’s relationship.

“Hey Katsuki” her voice was soft and he was taken out of his musings. He turned studying her feeling that deep sadness that came from knowing that you may have lost something forever. All that history they had built together. A fear that maybe she wouldn’t like him anymore. She would want what she used to have so much more. That those looks she used to give him were gone forever. “I want to go to therapy.”

“What?” of all the things he thought she would say he wasn’t expecting that. He felt like he couldn’t breathe. Didn't want to. As if he so much as made a sudden movement this moment would disappear too.

“Is there some way I could do that? Maybe I could find a way to jog my memories. I just… I hate this.” she studied his face, both of them trying to read the other trying to find what they had lost. “I want to remember you.”

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The next few weeks were weird ones. Bakugou would take a random day off here and there and even come home early or leave late. Just to make sure she felt comfortable in her environment. Help her find some sort of routine so she could do things without him needing to help her. While she always told him she could figure it out it was partly for him. He just wanted to make sure she was safe.

She started going to a therapist about twice a week and some things seemed to be coming back.

Mostly her Japanese.

Which made sense since she had been studying it for around a year before Eliott’s death. So Bakugou wasn’t sure if that was coming back because he was starting to talk to her in Japanese to help her or if it really was her memory.

There were other small things. Maybe muscle memory. When they would sleep he would feel her reach out for him, her fingers brush his side as if confirming he was there. He wasn’t sure if it was him or Eliott that she was reaching for but he didn’t care. Taking her fingers in his own he would hold onto her and pretend it was her body remembering him. Even if her mind didn’t

“Baku Baku?”

Bakugou froze at the nickname. He hadn’t heard that one in a long time. It was as if an icy hand had clinched his heart squeezing it hard. “What?” he asked.

“This video,” she said holding up. “Lilly sent it last night”

Olive was on Lilly’s floor laughing and talking in a mix of English and Japanese. He remembered that night. They had flown to the US to see some friends and family. While there Lilly, Clare, their husbands, and a few other friends had all gone out drinking. Olive had ended up taking shots with Clare and the two girls had gotten very drunk. Bakugou had basically half dragged, half carried her back to Lilly’s place

“That’s my fiance Baku Baku, he’s so cute.” Olive was saying as pointed at someone off screen.

“Good luck with that she’s done.” Lilly’s voice laughed from behind the camera.

“Are you filming me!?!” Olive asked, pouting her glassy eyes glaring at the camera.

“Yeah Niki wanted to make sure you made it home”

“Niki I’m going to cuddle the shit out of my Baku Baku. and then I’m going to...”

“Ok we are done,” Bakugou said coming into frame, bending down picking her up, throwing her over his shoulder. She giggled looking at the camera mouthing ‘wow so strong’. Then leaning forward she started not so quietly whispering to him

“I’m going to suck your--”

“Bedtime!” Bakugou said, shoving his hand over her mouth making her laugh.

That had been over almost 3 years ago but it felt like yesterday and a lifetime ago.

“Damn your arms are huge,” Olive said, zooming in on the image of Bakugou’s arm holding her. His bicep looking particularly large from the angel he was flexing.

“Hard work,” he smirked, enjoying the praise.

“I can’t believe you picked me up.”

“I can still pick you up,” he stated.

She giggled, shaking her head, “I believe you... Baku Baku.”

“God idiot.” as much as he hated that nickname he couldn’t help but admit it sounded amazing at the moment. Was he really that desperate for some sort of normalcy?

“Oh and this one too!” she giggled pulling up another video. Olive was standing slightly flushed, her arm slung over Momo’s. They were in a bar, colorful lights pulsing with the music blasting above. Mina’s voice came from behind the camera, clearly filming the two other girls.

“What happened?”

“This guy tried to grab Momo’s tits so I told him to take his little dick energy somewhere else and leave my wife alone.”

“Oh are you guys married now?” there was a giggle at the end of Mina’s voice, clearly finding the exchange hilarious. Momo had long ago gotten used to Olive’s very physical way of loving her friends and shrugged under her best friend’s arm.

“Yep, sorry Baku Baku.” Olive said, grinning pulling Momo closer to her playfully.

“Momo?” Olive said pointing to the girl,

“She’s one of my classmates from high school. She’s a pro, number 5 actually. You, her and the girl talking are all really good friends. There is also June that girl there.”

“Oh, where were you there that night?”

“No that was a girl’s night.”

She nodded looking at the video, “Can we go hang out with them? Would that be weird?”

Bakugou didn’t want to tell her that they had all been asking about her for weeks but he… he kind of wanted to keep her all to himself. Like if he held her close enough maybe he could pretend they were fine. And showing his old classmates what had happened was something that may have happened on his watch.

“I don’t know…” he said slowly.

They hadn’t found much on the mysterious America. He seemed to have disappeared into the wind. While Olive didn’t really go anywhere alone and Bakugou hadn’t seen anything out of the ordinary to suspect he was coming back he still felt overly protective.

Maybe the America thing had just been some weird fluke.

But he had this feeling it wasn’t. Deep down it just didn’t feel right.

And no one from her past life had a querk like that.

He looked over at her. She was looking up at him clutching her phone with wide eyes. She looked so cute like that. “Please? I’m in the best city in the world and I feel like all I do is stay in here and read my own stuff.”

“I’m here” he hadn’t meant it to come out as hurt as it did but. It had.

“And you’ll be there too?” it was posed like a question, he wasn’t sure if that was a language mix up, she kept seeming to do that. Some sort of old bad habit. Maybe it had something to do with living in California. They all talked like they were asking questions.

“I can see if some of the old gang is available. But I doubt Momo will be. She is busy.”

“Mina and Kirishima too?” she asked breaking into a smile. He knew she was really only asking for them because they were the only other names she had seen. Mina had reached out even after Bakugou had told her not too. The two girls had gone back and forth a little bit. Mina’s English was ok and Olive’s Japanese getting better.

“I’ll ask. But don’t get your hopes up.”

“OK!” she giggled excitedly and he felt a sense of dread about it. Anxiety building up slightly at the idea.

“I said don’t get excited.”

“Too late Baku Baku!” she jumped up almost tripping over the blanket still wrapped around her. Instinctively he reached for her but pulled away when he saw her right herself.

“Don’t call me that!” it came out harsher than he meant it too. Force of habit. But glancing over at Olive she was already back on her phone looking through old photos of a girl’s life she had lived but didn’t know anything about. Her feet leading her toward the bedroom. Probably already planning her outfit.

He was going to regret this wasn’t he  

Slowly she stopped in the hallway that split the living room from the other rooms in the apartment. Turning to him she looked at him confused.

“Are you coming to bed?”

His heart lurched at the image. Her all wrapped up in her blanket waiting for him. So familiar it made him want to lunge forward pulling her to him. Press her back to the wall while pushing his body against hers. To wrap himself up around her while she looked up at him with that little playful smile.

Instead, he just stood shoving his hands into his pockets as if that would hold him back. “Whatever, needy,” he mumbled, passing her as he walked toward the bedroom. She giggled watching him before bouncing after him. Like always ignoring his jabs as if she found them endearing.

Guess some things don’t change even if everything else does.

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