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BNHA PRO HUSBAND SCENARIOS: Reacting to them getting baby fever when you’re both Pro Heroes

Feat: Izuku Midoriya, Katsuki Bakugou, and Mirio Togata

Warning: highly suggestive content

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Izuku Midoriya

It was completely your fault, you had no right looking so beautiful holding the small month old baby in your arms. Battered, bruised, and covered in cuts, and yet you looked absolutely stunning with that glowing motherly smile on your face as you hushed and rocked the baby to sleep. Izuku’s head was spinning seeing you like this, something in his heart stirred yelling at him that you’d be a perfect mother.

“Oh hi honey, didn’t see you there.”, you giggled quietly trying to stay professional.

Izuku wanted to speak but seeing you hold the baby had left his mind stuck on one thought, “A-Are you both okay?”, he asked stupidly watching the sleeping baby wrap it’s small hand around your ring finger.

“We’re fine love. The mission was a success and the Baby’s mom and dad have been found we’re just waiting for them to come.”, you whisper smiling down at the small baby in your arms.

“It suits you.”, Izuku mumbles out loud making you stare at him, he’s about to stutter out an excuse but you’re both scared when a woman’s cries fill your ears.

The baby’s parents had finally found you and ran to you with open arms, they both tackled you honestly just trying to hold their baby. You gave the baby back to her mother and the father hugged you with tears spilling from his eyes and thanked you. You smiled and nodded feeling your heart clench tightly once the baby had left your arms. Izuku notices and his mind fills with the thought of giving you a baby of your own.

You both return home in silence and while you started dinner you notice Izuku missing.

“Izuku? Zu? Honey where’d you go?”, you called throughout the house eventually finding him in his office taking down his things.

“Izuku what’re you doin-“

“I need to make the nursery.”

You’re left completely shocked by his response watching him work diligently to carefully and quickly put his stuff away. He stops for a moment and rushes up to you, cupping your cheeks in his hands before slamming a deep passionate kiss on your lips. You accidentally moan against his lips and find yourself being pressed against the wall by his large sculpted body.

“I-Izuku what’s gotten into you?”, you gasp turning away from him as embarrassment danced over your face.

“I want a baby, I want to give you a baby.”, he admits sternly, “I’ve been thinking about it a lot lately but seeing you today…glowing the way you did with that baby in your arms…I-it made me want one even more.”

You flushed bright red to his response, but his hungry emerald hues caught how your thighs clenched and squirmed to his words. You wanted this just as bad as he did, that baby had given you both baby fever and you weren’t even mad.

“I-I…I want a boy.”, you admit staring up into his hungry eyes.

Izuku had completely changed, he’d become feral for you, confident and cocky, “Then I’ll give you one.”

The house almost burnt down since you had forgotten about dinner on the stove.

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Katsuki Bakugou

Bakugou was in his prime, barely to be 28, and already happily married to the sassiest woman he’d ever met but he felt something digging at him. After getting to hold Kirishima’s little girl and being dubbed her god father Katsuki was left with some brewing thoughts. Everywhere he looked there was a pregnant woman or a baby in its stroller or it’s parents arms. He longed for that same sensation, he grew the need to have a baby of his own, he wasn’t sure what was happening to him but on his day off he somehow stumbled into a baby clothing store and his heart was overflowing. He found Dynamight themed onesies and compulsively bought it, it was just to cute for him to ignore.

“Oh that would look lovely on our baby.”, a young woman smiled gently rubbing her round stomach, her husband was holding up two separate sets for her to choose from and Katsuki’s feverish mind pictured that happy couple as you and him.

Now here he was at home, sitting at the edge of his bed mindlessly rubbing his thumbs over the small onesie as more and more thoughts stirred in his mind. He wanted a baby, no needed one, needed to have a baby with his pretty little Queen. “Fuck I’m losing my mind, stupid fucking shitty hair and his cute ass baby.”, Katsuki groaned flopping onto the bed.

“Suki I’m home.”

Katsuki groaned letting you know he was in the room but completely forgot about the onesie in his hand, “Hey baby cakes, long day?”, he sighed sitting up to get his sugar from you.

You pressed a deep kiss to his lips making him hum in delight, you noticed the onesie in the corner of your bed and squealed seeing it. Bakugou realized he’d been caught and groaned, “Katsuki what is this?”, you smiled holding it up in the air.

“A baby onesie…I-I picked it up at the store today.”, he sighed staring anywhere but you.

“This is the cutest thing I’ve ever seen, bet our baby would look super cute in it.”, you said out loud.

His red eyes were immediately glaring at your stomach once you had said that but he didn’t see anything different.

“Wait what?”

“Oh yeah I’m pregnant, I wasn’t gonna tell you until I was showing but since someone has baby fever I guess it’s okay to tell you early.”, you giggled running off to find your positive pregnancy test.

God Katsuki was all over you once he read the positive test, you smiled and tried to escape him but that was not happening anytime soon. His lips were all over your face and neck, leaving a warm trail all over your skin. “K-Katsuki down boy.”, you whined feeling his bulge against your crotch.

“No way. Not now, not ever. I’m gonna make sure you stay filled and then we’re going shopping, you need maternity clothes and the baby needs all her shit too.”, Katsuki growled seductively stripping himself of his shirt.

“We don’t even know if it’ll be a girl!”, you screamed flushing bright red to his naked form.

“It’s gonna be a girl I know it, my little Queen is gonna give me my little Princess.”, he growls slowly stripping you.

Katsuki keeps his word, he does make sure to keep you filled and honestly you’re pretty sure he just wasted a fortune on everything he just bought you and the baby.

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Mirio Togata

Being a pro was never an easy job, but seeing all the families around him made Mirio long for a family of his own. He had brought up the idea to you before but you never really gave him a solid answer. Then it happened, during your anniversary dinner you both caught sight of a beautiful little baby that absolutely adored staring at you. Mirio couldn’t help himself and started making faces at the baby making him laugh with glee. The baby’s laugh was contagious, it made you both feel so warm inside. Seeing the way Mirio swooned for the baby made you smile, Mirio was always good with kids, he’d proved it more then once but now…now the idea of a family sounded good in your head.

“Wasn’t that baby just the cutest?”, Mirio cheered.

“Yeah super cute.”

Mirio suddenly became quiet, his face twisted into a strange frown. You snapped out of his mood with a kiss to the lips and smiled at him, “Our times coming soon, I promise.”, you whispered.

Mirio’s mind went blank to those words and slowly but surely he showed you just how much he wanted this. He made one of the spare bedrooms into a nursery and decorated it full of superheroes, of course he didn’t let you in the room for anything which sucked since you couldn’t even get the keys. I’m that room he hid everything, your maternity gear, baby clothes, strollers, car seats, everything until the fated day you told him you were pregnant.

Mirio broke down sobbing finding your positive test sitting atop a corny shirt that read ‘I have the strongest daddy.’. Mirio wore that shirt for a month straight awaiting his sweet round baby but his baby fever never went away.

“Honey I’m on babysitting duty tonight! Look I have the Amajiki twins!”, Mirio cheered holding both the elf eared toddlers in his arms.

You smiled at waved at your nephews who immediately sought out to play games with their favorite uncle. Mirio has become extremely caring and nurturing, doing whatever the kids wanted, playing, drawing, sleeping, anything at all just to see them happy.

“Hey uncle when will we get a new baby cousin?”

“Oh soon little one. Aunty (Y/n) is raising the baby right now in her belly.”, Mirio smiled watching you waddle around the kitchen while you made dinner.

Both the twins stared at you and then at each other before popping the question, “Where do babies come from?”

You nearly tripped hearing that sentence and glared at Mirio to keep his mouth shut but he answered.

“When a mommy and daddy love each other very much they do a magic trick together and the daddy puts hi-“

“THEIR MAGIC CALLS A STORK AND THE STORK BRINGS THE BABY!”, you screamed throwing a pillow at your stupid husband.

The twins giggled and rushed to the kitchen to cling to your legs, the both rubbed your growing belly and smiled excited for their new friend.

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After Lila's lies are revealed, the class expects forgiveness from Marinette. They're forced to take a good hard look at themselves when it doesn't come

Alya practically crashed into her, enveloping her in a hug.

“I’m so sorry!” Alya cried, almost bawling. “I should have…I’m so sorry!”

“We all are.” Nino added from a few steps behind.

There were murmurs and choruses of the affirmative from the rest of the class that now formed something of a semi-circle around them.

“Can you ever forgive me?” Alya asked.

In a perfect world, Marinette would have said yes. She would have proclaimed it in an instant, hugged Alya back, and smiled brightly at the rest of the class.

This was not a perfect world.

There was a long pause. Something felt wrong.

It took Alya a moment to realize that Marinette wasn’t hugging her back—her arms remaining limply at her sides.

Unsettled, she stepped back and looked at her friend. Marinette was…hesitant. Uncertain. Anxious. She hadn’t looked this way since they had first met…and then lately as Lila was succeeding in alienating her from the class.

But it was find now, right?

“Marinette?”

Right?

Marinette bit her lip, finally meeting Alya’s eyes.

“I…I don’t think I can.”

The class froze.

“M-Marinette?”

She looked away, uncertain. “Well…I’m glad you know now. The truth, I mean.”

That class watched her twiddle her thumbs nervously before looking back at them.

“But that hasn’t really changed anything.”

“Not changed—Marinette, that changed everything!” Alya exclaimed.

“Why? Because now you know that how you treated me wasn’t okay?”

Alya flinched—actually flinched. Marinette had ever snapped at her like that.

“But…I…we didn’t know before!”

“You should have. I warned you. Several times. I pointed out how her stories had more holes than Swiss cheese and it didn’t matter.”

“But that was just—” Alya suddenly froze, realizing what she was about to say.

Unfortunately, Marinette did as well. “Just me?”

The class as a whole winced, confirming the truth for her.

Marinette nodded, understanding.

“I don’t blame you for believing her. I mean—I can’t really blame you for that. But I would have thought at the very least that after the elections, the class photo, and…everything…I thought that I at least had your trust.”

“What, are you owed our belief now?” Alix questioned, angrily and defensive.

“No, but if we were any sort of friends, I should have been given consideration. And…none of you considered me. Even before Lila started lying about me, you guys pushed me to the back corner and dismissed me out of hand. None of you tried to talk to me. None of you were willing to even listen to me.” She hesitated, taking a breath. “And I’ve noticed that…maybe that’s happening a bit more than it should.”

“Girl, we hear you!” Alya insisted.

“You blew me off when I tried to talk to you. You demanded I provide evidence that you never asked Lila for.” She met the girl’s eyes. “Alya, you’re the journalist, not me. Isn’t it your job to gather the facts before reporting something? Why did that suddenly not matter when it came to me?”

“Marinette, no offense, but you have done some pretty intense things.” Mylene pointed out.

“But did I ever lie or falsely accuse someone of something they didn’t do? Did I intentionally do things with the purpose of hurting someone? Or did I go out of my way—as I always do—to help and defend other people regardless of how they may have hurt me?” She looked around, meeting everyone’s gaze. “At what point did I show that I wasn’t worthy of basic trust? I understand if you couldn’t give me the benefit of the doubt, but didn’t any of you even consider if I might have been right? Or is it that you didn’t want to?”

One by one, each of the class members was forced to look down or away to break her gaze. Because no. They hadn’t. They never even considered it.

“Because after everything, I think I’ve long since proven I was worth it.” Marinette realized she was beginning to slouch inward and forced herself to straighten—to not show weakness. “I thought that after the class elections at least—when I only ran for you all in the first place, you guys would have had more faith in me. But a new student came and suddenly nothing I said mattered. Nothing I FELT mattered.”

She took a breath. “I…I shouldn’t have to keep going to such lengths to keep proving myself to you. That’s not friendship. And that’s not something I should have to be okay with.”

With that, Marinette pulled away.

“So…while I appreciate the sentiment, I don’t think I can let it go. I don’t think it’s something I should let go.”

Alya reached out to her. “Mari…c’mon. Can’t…can’t we talk about this?”

“Not right now.” Came the reply, and it made her want to sob. “You…haven’t really shown you can listen.”

Her face crumpled, and Marinette very nearly gave in.

But…she couldn’t. Not this time.

“What hurts the most,” She stated, “isn’t that you believed her over me. It’s that any of her lies could have easily been found out if anyone had just looked…and none of you even tried.”

No one said anything.

No one could.

“I’m sorry. But I can’t. Not yet. So please…just leave me alone.”

The classmates winced. Marinette didn’t have to speak the final words for the thought to collectively ring in their heads that leaving Marinette alone had been the only thing they were good at.

Adrien had watched the whole thing with a critical and disappointed eye. When Marinette walked away, he made to follow. He caught up to her pretty quickly, though it wasn’t like she had been trying to avoid him.

“Marinette, don’t you think you were being harsh?”

She stopped walking and turned to face him. “No, Adrien. I’m being honest. It’s all I’ve ever been.”

“But they’ve apologized.” Friendships often had fights and disagreements, but they always worked things out and got back together in the end. So Adrien felt disappointed that Marinette was being so stubborn about it.

“And that makes it better?” She asked, feeling drained and honestly wanting to just go home and sleep. “It doesn’t undo the months of being targeted and alienated. It doesn’t change the fact that I tried to help them and they hurt me.”

“They’re trying to make up for it now.” He reasoned, calmly. They were at least trying. For all that Marinette talked about not being enough, wasn’t this enough for her? Wasn’t she the one holding such extreme standards?

But Marinette wasn’t having it. “No, they’re trying to make themselves feel better. And I’m not ready yet to help them with that. Not when I still feel so hurt about everything.”

“But—”

“Enough.” For once, she felt angry—actually angry with Adrien. “I’ve let you invalidate me enough times already, Adrien. But this time, I’m not going to let this go and pretend I’m okay when I’m not.”

His eyes widened and he drew back in shock and hurt. “I haven’t—"

“You told me not to out Lila. You told me it wouldn’t help her become a better person—like SHE was the greater concern. You…” Her breath hitched. “You said that we were in this together. That as long as you and I knew the truth, did it really matter?” She met his gaze with more strength than she ever had. “It did matter. Suddenly it was just me. On my own. Against everyone, even though I wasn’t the one in the wrong. And where were you, Adrien?”

He flinched.

“Because you weren’t with me. I had to face everything alone. And now I need to figure out how to move forward alone. Because real friends don’t turn on their friends like that. And a real friend wouldn’t have left me to face it all alone.”

He tried to reach out to her in comfort. “Marinette…you know we’re still friends, right?”

That actually gave her pause.

And for once, really made her consider.

It was with a heavy heart that she pulled away from him.

“I would appreciate it, Adrien, if you wouldn’t lie to me anymore.”

She turned away before having to see the look on his face and headed home.

At least there she could mourn in peace.

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New Perfume

Leon Kennedy x reader smut

A/n: y'all omg I did it! This is like my second smut (ever) so please be gentle. I feel pretty good about it, but I apologize for repetitive words, I'm working on breaking that habit. Thank you and enjoy:)

Word count: 2.2k

CW: smut, uses of sir and slut, pheromone perfume, praise and a lil degrading, mentions of porn, some aftercare and a lotta love

The doorbell of you and Leon's apartment rang through, causing you to jump up. You rushed to the door and opened it to find a small package. You smiled and grabbed it, excitedly going to the bathroom. Today is your second anniversary with Leon, and you thought you'd try something new. You've seen around the internet there's this pheromone perfume, it's supposed to attract your partner or something like that. You wanted to give it a try, see if Leon will get all possessive, you love when he keeps you close.

Currently your boyfriend is at work, and you have the apartment all clean. Leon wanted to take you out to dinner tonight, so you take a shower and put on a beautiful purple dress that hugs your curves. You decide to go with a simple hairstyle, but add a cute head piece to make the look. Finally, you put on some makeup, and spray the perfume on your neck just to test the waters. It does smell nice, it's floral with a hint of vanilla. Looking in the mirror, you smile, feeling good about yourself. Perfect timing too, your boyfriend is home.

You head to the living room and see Leon shrugging off his jacket. He lets out a grunt as he stretches. You smile and go to greet him, he hears you and hums. “Hey baby, how's it going?” He looks up only to freeze at the sight of you. You're gorgeous, absolutely ravishing. He swears he has literal heart eyes. You blush at his stare, but keep up the sweet smile.

“Great now that you're here! I missed you so much!” You bounce a bit, holding your arms out for a hug. Leon snaps out of his daze and chuckles. 

“I missed you too, baby. Happy anniversary.” He goes to hold you close to him. Immediately, he is met with the new, powerful aroma that you carry. It causes him to pause, he then digs his face into your neck to get a better smell. You giggle at this, his nose tickling you. He pulls you closer, “new perfume?” He asks with a low tone. You smile and nod.

“Happy anniversary! I found it online and it sounded really nice. Thought I'd try something new. Do you like it?” You explain softly, keeping the important part out. Leon grips your hips slightly and hums in acknowledgement. You eventually try to pull away from him, but he huffs. 

“You need to get ready for our dinner date, my love.” You say to him as you finally get out of his grasp. He groans and goes to get ready. He definitely rushes, not wanting to be away from you for too long. You smile, this is working better than you thought.

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Once you and Leon enter the restaurant, you look around at the decor. It's a pretty fancy place, with chandeliers, and candles at each table. Artwork of food and families eating together. Thankfully it's not too busy, and with the reservation Leon set, you both are quickly led to a booth. You both sit and take a look at the menu, Leon holding your hand the whole time. His possessive side was definitely showing. You relax and pick out what you want to eat. Your boyfriend orders a bottle of white wine for the both of you. You both talk about each other's days, and some future plans to spend more time together like this. With Leon going on missions a lot, and you having an inconsistent schedule recently, you were lucky to have the chance to be here. The waiter brings the wine and takes down your orders. Once he leaves, you see a gentleman staring at you from one of the other booths. You don't pay much mind to it.

“I don't like the way he's watching you.” Leon speaks up, having a slight growl in his tone. You're surprised he noticed so quickly, even though he's always been observant. You squeeze his hand.

“It's nothing to worry about, Lee. Let's enjoy our night, hm? Oh! I spoke to my boss about the new position I'm looking into, it'll give me a better schedule and good pay! She seems to be seriously considering it.” You smile excitedly. Leon returns the smile and kisses your hand, still drawn to your scent. 

“That's wonderful, baby. I promise I'm going to try making more time for you too.” He says softly, gazing into your beautiful eyes. 

“That would be amazing, but I don't want you getting in trouble, my love.” You hum softly, rubbing his knuckles with your thumb. He simply scoffs.

“You don't have to worry about that.” The two of you continue to talk as you eat and drink your wine. You feel yourself grow more relaxed, rambling about life. Leon watches you with admiration, mostly listening, but he responds when he thinks it's appropriate.

After an hour or so, you both leave the restaurant. You laugh at Leon's jokes as you stumble in your heels. He holds you up, keeping his arm around your waist. He smiles and kisses your head. As you approach the car, you hear a man call out. Turning your head, you see the guy that was watching you earlier. He's heading towards you, but Leon keeps you behind him. The guy smiles and looks at you before your boyfriend.

“Evening, the name's Carter Dame, you two look like a beautiful couple. I want to hire you as a model, which could mean a lot of money. I could make you stars.” The man, Carter, hands you a card. You raised a brow as you read it. 

“You mean.. porn stars?” You ask in confusion, Leon blinks.

“Yeah that's not happening.” He states, getting you into the car, Carter steps forward.

“I assure you we'll do anything you'd like to make ya comfortable. Your little lady there will capture quite the audience-” 

“Absolutely not, she's mine. I don't plan on sharing in any way.” Leon snaps, he then gets into the car and starts it. You look at him in surprise, you feel your cheeks heat up and your stomach twist. You don't hear him talk like that often, but boy was it hot. The man has a look of defeat as he steps aside, but still mouths ‘call me’ to you as Leon drives off. You both sit quietly on the way home, Leon isn't touching you though. He hasn't let go of you all night, but the lack of touch worries you. 

You both arrive home and he steps out of the car. Your boyfriend goes over to your side and grabs your hand. He gets you out of the vehicle and drags you inside. You try to keep up with him while in your heels. He unlocks the door and steps in.

“Leon, are you alright?” You ask as you shut the door. Next thing you know, Leon has you pinned to the door. He kisses you roughly, a noise escaping you in the process.

“You really didn't think I'd notice?” He asks with a growl, you feel yourself become wet.

“What- what do you mean?” You ask confused. He smirks and chuckles lowly.

“I saw the perfume in the bathroom. You just wanted some attention didn't you?” He grips your hips before feeling up your ass. “I played along for the most part, but you better believe I mean it when I say I'm not sharing you. You're mine.” He starts attacking your neck with kisses and sucking. You moan and grip his hair. 

“S-sorry, Leon. Just.. just want you.” You whimper as he leaves hickeys on you. Another deep chuckle escapes him. He lifts you up bridal style and carries you to your shared bedroom.

“Bastard thinks he can make you a porn star, like hell. You're my little slut, aren't you baby?” You can feel the rumble in his chest as he speaks, at this rate, you're soaked.

“Yes sir, all for you.” You answer meekly, he smiles and kisses your head, laying you on the bed.

“Good girl.” He whispers, rubbing his hand under your dress. You bite your lip, kicking off your heels. Leon then goes back to kissing you. As he gets down to your collarbone, he starts to strip you. You let him do so, also taking off his shirt in return. The sight of his toned body never ceases to amaze you. If the Lord is real, he did good with this one. You can't seem to look away from him.

“Like what you see, babygirl?” Leon snaps you out of your thoughts. You nod eagerly and feel him up.

“You're so handsome.” You whisper, kissing his chest. He chuckles and lifts your chin. 

“And you, my dear, are breathtaking.” He speaks seductively, pulling you into a heated kiss. You moan, letting his tongue dance with yours. A ripple of goosebumps flows over your skin. Heat builds in your core, along with the heat of your touching bodies. The blonde caresses your cheek as he parts, he then takes off his bottoms. You drool at the sight of his dick, it's got more girth than length, veins visible. He strokes himself a few times, smirking at you.

“Ready baby?” He tilts his head curiously, you whine out a ‘yes sir’ as you spread your legs for him. He slides off your panties, watching as your pussy glistens in the light. His blue eyes darken, slowly running his fingers through your folds. You moan at the touch and he makes a tsk sound in response.

“Already so sensitive.” He takes his dick and starts to run you with it, your leg kicks slightly every time he runs over your clit. “Who do you belong to, hm?” Leon questions, teasing you. You whimper and rock your hips, yearning for him to be inside you. He only holds you waist down. 

“You.. Leon.” You breathe out, connecting your hands. Your boyfriend smiles and slowly inserts himself. You arch your back, eyes fluttering at the feeling of being filled.

“That's right, such a pretty little slut for me.” He growls, bottoming out in you. He waits a couple of minutes for you to adjust, holding both of your hands on the sides of your head. You take the time to admire him, his strong jaw, his beautiful eyes. The way his eyebrows furrowed in concentration, you can tell he's holding back.

“You can move.” You whisper, lifting your head to kiss his nose. He softens a bit at this, a smile evident. He almost pulls out completely before slamming back in, which earns a gasp from you. He keeps a steady pace, groaning as he watches you. Squeezing his hands, you wrap your legs around his waist; wanting to be as close as possible. The sounds of skin slapping and breathy moans echo throughout the room. Your eyes are full of lust and admiration, hair all over the pillow beneath. Leon has a bit of sweat worked up, quiet groans escaping every now and then. How he can easily slide in and out of you, warm and tight. It's intoxicating.

“I love you.” He leans down to kiss your jaw. You smile and tilt your head a bit for him. You so badly want to hold his head, run your fingers through his hair, but you enjoy the hand holding. This form of intimacy really makes your heart skip a beat.

“I love you too, Leon. Please..” You whimper, feeling the familiar tingle of your approaching orgasm. He smirks, deciding he wants to tease.

“Please what, babygirl?” You huff and squeeze his hands, beginning to lose your mind from the pleasure. “Aww, looks like you're losing yourself baby. Focus on me.” He coos, letting go of one of your hands to rub your hip. You whimper some more.

“Tell me what you want, pretty girl.” How could you not respond to his praise? You just want to be his good girl.

“I-I wanna.. cum!” You moan out, trying not to let go of yourself without his permission. He chuckles, letting your free hand grip onto his shoulder.

“Go ahead then, baby. I'll follow.” He urges you, the way he groans as he gets closer makes you snap. Your eyes roll back as you tense up, letting yourself moan loudly as you cum. Leon feels you clench around him, his thrusting becoming sloppy. He curses as he cums right after you, a few more deep thrusts as he fills you. He then falls on top of you, holding you close as you both pant. You hold his head close to your chest, the feeling of his soft, blonde hair bringing you down from your high. Your boyfriend looks up at you and smiles, leaving quick kisses up to your lips.

“Are you okay, my love?” He asks softly, beginning to slide out of you. You let out a whine at the emptiness, but smile at him.

“Yeah, thank you, Leon.” You hold out grabby hands, and Leon laughs a bit.

“You're so cute. Alright, bath time.” He hums, lifting you up and carrying you to the bathroom. He sits you on the side of the tub and gets a warm bath set up. You simply admire him, happiness coursing through your mind.

“I'm so lucky to have you, I'm never letting you go.” You say with a sweet smile. Leon looks at you and raises a brow. 

“Oh yeah? I feel the same way, baby. You're all mine.” That perfume was so worth it.

Fainted again... :-C

𝐂𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬 𝟏𝐀 𝐌𝐞𝐧 & 𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐅𝐮𝐜𝐤

Pairings: Bakugo, Midoriya, Kirishima, Shoto, Iida, Denki, & Sero x Fem!Reader

Genre: Thirst, smut

Warnings: Twt vids, degradation, praise, spanking & use of “daddy”

Minors DNI

Katsuki Bakugo

after coming home from a long day of pro hero work, all he wants is to feel the tightness and warmth of your cunt. after quickly ripping off your clothes he gradually starts his usual rough and brutal pace. getting drunk off of how your gummy walls desperately try and hold onto him with each thrust. he watches how your eyebrows furrow and mouth drop open from seeing his thick cock penetrate your hole. “yeah? you like being fucked like a slut?” he uses his thick fingers to furiously rub your throbbing clit. throwing your juices off of his digits and right onto your face.

Izuku Midoriya

loves to rub his pink tip on your clit before sliding inside of you. he cherishes how his veins glide against the inside of your pussy. enjoying how your cum coats his cock “taking me so well sweetheart.” his praise causes you to clench around him, making him to groan at the action. even though he isn’t plunging into you, the thickness of his dick stretching you open is enough to make you cream all over him.

Ejiro Kirishima

enjoys the sound of skin slapping filling the room. he loves giving your ass a harsh smack as he fucks your needy cunt. can’t keep his hands from roaming all around your body. pulling out of you and watching you rub your ass on his dick makes him smirk. he spanks you for it “such a needy girl are we?” teases your pussy with the tip of his cock until you finally have enough and put him inside yourself.

Shoto Todoroki

feels content with you setting the pace. is mesmerized with how your pussy desperately clings onto his long dick. watching your cum create a white ring around him makes him twitch inside of you. loves the peek he gets of your asshole each time you slide up on him. “enjoying yourself princess?” he likes when you just use his dick just how you like.

Tenya Iida

missionary is his favorite position because he can lean down and hear your beautiful moans and pants directly into his ear. puts your legs on his shoulders so he can get a clear view of your tits bouncing for him. asks you to lay on your side so he can push his fat cock into your hole in a new angle. “your cunt is so addicting fuck.” pulls out just in time to cum all over your ass. loves the view of it tricking down and onto your asshole.

Kaminari Denki

you knew what was coming after you bent over in front of him ass naked. he couldn’t resist sliding down his sweats and boxers to ram into you. he loves to pound into your needy hole causing you to squeak and moan for him. your pretty noises motivate him to go even faster and pull your arm back to push himself as deep into you as possible. “fuckkk doll, you feel so good.” his golden eyes are glued to your ass jiggling against him.

Hanta Sero

pulls your body tightly against him so he can feel your hardened nipples press into his chest. your mind is filled with how his slender cock drags up inside of your pussy. your moans are muffled into his mouth as his lips press and bite onto yours. “my baby missed her daddy huh?” he leaves wet kisses all over your neck and starts to suck on your skin.

A/N: i’m so obsessed w the vid i used for bakugo’s…. read the villain version here

I wish my mother a large amount of happiness and a job that she will enjoy...

reblog and make a wish! this was removed from tumbrl due to “violating one or more of Tumblr’s Community Guidelines”, but since my wish came true the first time, I’m putting it back. :)

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Ladies and Gentlemen: Stephan Vladislav

So, a lot of you have been requesting a part two of this story so here it is. It won’t be as long as the last one, just so you know. I‘ve been skimming the web for pictures that match the image of Stephan Vladislav in my head and this is what I came up with. Just imagine him with black hair and the same clothes I described him with in ‘Ladies and Gentlemen: Him’. Enjoy!

It wasn’t a challenge figuring out Adrien and Chat Noir were one in the same.

Honestly, the parallels were obvious. The selfishness, the inability to take anything seriously, and not to mention the same whiny and annoying voice.

Stephan didn’t really pay the heroes any mind before discovering Bratdrien’s identity. He thought that it was a miracle that Ladybug was at least mature about fights and handling the public. Where as Adrien treated heroing as a means to be a celebrity. Because it wasn’t enough that all of Paris viewed him a ray sunshine.

The ravenette liked fame, but he was a model. Not a hero with the weight of an entire city on their shoulders.

He didn’t think Adrien would stoop this low.

What is he saying?

He saw it coming a mile away.

The Russian boy leaned closer to the door of Marinette’s bedroom to get a clearer view of what that mangy alley cat was telling her.

The two were partners on an assigned project from Bustier about the heroes of Paris in honor of Hero’s Day. It was due in two weeks and Marinette suggested they should get started with it and invited him over.

”Hey, Princess? I don’t think you should associate yourself with that Stephan guy. He sounds like bad news,” Chat said in a voice Stephan was sure he thought sounded concerned. The ravenette did his best to remain calm and in control.

”Stephan? He seems so nice. He defends me whenever a certain someone tries to pull their little tricks,” Marinette rose to Stephan’s defense immediately. Said boy felt his heart flutter warmly. Even in the face of a hero, beloved by all of Paris (that wouldn’t last long if Stephan could help it!) she was able to stand up for him.

His affection for the Asian girl grew.

”But he caused Lila’s akuma a week ago. Not to mention he‘s been bullying a kid named Adrien. How can you feel ok with hanging out with someone’s bully?” Adrien asked in his same trademark disappointed voice. Stephan rolled his eyes. As if there weren’t other obvious ways to reveal your identity. Who ever considered the blonde would make a good hero had to be a senile old man or something.

”Oh really?” The Russian was momentarily surprised at the disdainful tone the blunette’s voice took, “If your so worried about akumas, then why do you never complain when Chloe went around being the primary cause of akumanizations? Yes she’s gotten better, but that doesn’t change the fact that Adrien was friendly with her back when she was a bully. So did he ever think about how we would feel when ever he hung out with her. And don’t even get me started on Lila. Adrien wouldn’t know a manipulator even if it slapped him in the face. For someone who’s never been bullied, he’s quick to force everyone to feel sorry for them.”

Stephan could feel the surprise coming from Chat as Marinette unknowingly insulted Adrien to his face. On the other hand, a smirk creeped onto his face. It seems Bratdrien had unknowingly created skeletons in his closet even before the Russian had moved to Paris.

It was perfect.

It would be too suspicious if all the problems with Adrien started up when Stephan enrolled in Francois Dupont. If he brought up unflattering things Adrien did in the past when he wasn’t present, it would be a much more believable and clever way of getting rid of him.

The stupid cat continued his “higher than thou” speech disguised as a lecture, “I don’t know what Stephan’s been telling you but Adrien’s right. Making a bad guy suffer won’t change them into a good guy.”

By this point, Stephan prepared to enter the room until Marinette said something that made him stop.

”Then, why are you and Ladybug fighting Hawkmoth?,” the Russian heard her say accusingly.

”What?” Came the alley cat’s choked response.

”If making a bad guy suffer doesn’t work to make them a good guy, than why are you still fighting Hawkmoth?” The fashion designer repeated again.

“W-what? Because he’s a terrorist! And if we don’t stop him, he’ll just continue making everyone miserable!” Stephan could tell that Adrien was beginning to falter.

”That’s exactly the case with bullies,” Marinette shut him down with certainty.

”Bullies aren’t Hawkmoth or Mayura. That’s different.”

”Is it though? Adrien told me that exposing Lila was a bad idea. And now look what happened; she got me expelled, ruined my and my friends reputations in class, and turned them against us. I should have never listened to a person who has no experience with dealing with bullies,” the Asian girl was clearly getting frustrated with the conversation.

Stephan was proud of his soon to be girlfriend. When he first met her, she was hesitant and only kept her head down when the class accused her of what the Italian girl told them. It seemed the ‘girls night outs’ that Chloe and Alya dragged her to were doing wonders for her confidence.

“Adrien’s new to the social life. You have no right to talk about him like he’s the bad guy,” For someone meant to be a hero, he let his emotions and personal problems guide his actions.

”Than he has no business in being disappointed with me whenever I defend myself. And please, it’s been a year and a half since Adrien attended public school. If he still doesn’t understand social situations by now, it’s because he doesn’t want to learn,” Marinette dismissed Chat’s defense of the blonde.

”How could you say that?” Adrien’s voice was judgmental.

Marinette sighed, “Even if Adrien is an enabler, I don’t want him to get bullied. I’ll try asking Stephan about it. Just leave, Chat.” Stephan swore quietly in Russian. He had taken to verbally tearing Adrien apart in private and even worse when they were around others. Of course, he did it subtly, there was no doubt Marinette might pick up on it if he did it again. Looks like he’ll have to find another tactic to make Bratdrien miserable. Not including ruining Chat Noir’s reputation.

And he knew just how to do it.

When the leather clad hero (thankfully) left, Stephan waited for two more minutes before entering Marinette’s bedroom to avoid her suspicion of eavesdropping.

The Russian was relieved when the Asian girl didn’t bring up what Chat had told her. But Adrien was going down.

After the class president stunt, the model thought that the blonde boy would have enough sense not to mess with Stephan Vladislav. He had no idea who taught the blonde model to be this pathetic but it truly was a shame.

Stephan knew it didn’t have to be like this. He never wanted it to be like this. He didn’t want to have to shove Adrien into the dirt like the miscreant he was, but he was making it too easy.

A part of him was flattered. The Agreste heir saw him as that much of a threat that he had to use his hero persona in a failed attempt to get Marinette to side with his civilian counterpart.

He had a plan. He and Marinette finished a good portion of the projects and parted ways. He made sure to behave like a gentleman, a side he only saved for her to combat Chat Noir’s opinion on him and make the bluenette doubt the leather clad hero.

The two just blended together as the designer genuinely enjoyed Stephan’s company. She felt her heart flutter and cheeks warm whenever he smiled at her. She never experienced any of this with Adrien. He even earned Tikki’s seal of approval.

Later, the young Vladislav surfed the internet and leveled every media sight he could find. He even ventured into the wasteland that was tabloid blogs for anything he could use to discredit Chat Noir. Through his internet dive, he found one blog; The Trashiness of Chat Noir. The user’s name was ‘Noir-salt’. On it was countless videos and clips of the leather clad boy making jokes and goofing off during fights. Following was pictures of the alley cat flirting with a clearly uncomfortable Ladybug. Getting into her space, kissing her hand, and even the kiss from ‘Oblivio’.

Stephan’s face was nearly folded in two from the grin that played on his lips. The blog itself wasn’t popular, but that was about to change today. He quickly copied the link of the blog and opened his Instagram and Twitter accounts. He then created new posts with the link attached to them and published it for the world to see.

He even posted them in the comments in one of Alya’s most recent post. Opening up the Face-to-Face website with Nadia Chamack, he submitted the blog for daily news under his name. The combination of Chat’s less than stellar behavior paired with the fact that Stephan Vladislav himself submitted would be too hard to ignore.

The fallout was epic.

The news spread like wild fire. Nadia broadcasted it to all of Paris. Television screens analyzed and ripped apart Chat Noir to shreds. The whole scandal resulted in Parisians coming out and explaining how they each suffered Chat Noir’s incompetence. Mr. Rainer in particular told the local news about how the leather clad boy pestered him often about how he felt. Implying heavily if he felt any negative emotions and sulking when he replied that he felt fine.

This sparked city ride outrage. How could a hero want the citizens he swore to protect fall victim to Hawkmoth?

Said villain was having a field day with the negative emotions that swallowed Paris like a tidal wave. Several akumas came out of the blow up, all of them with the same single minded goal; vengeance against Chat Noir who they deemed to be a false hero.

A slight feeling of momentary guilt crept up his spine as he saw how heart broken Alya and Nino looked. They all sat in the Bakery along with two other friends; Luka and Kagami.

Luka strummed soothing melodies on his guitar to calm everyone’s tense nerves. Kagami appeared agitated as she continued scrolling through the blog which started it all. Nino was calming down a furious Alya who looked ready to burn everything down if someone so much as blinked at her the wrong way. Chloe raved on and on about how she knew all along that the ‘mangy cat wasn’t good enough for Ladybug. Ridiculous. Utterly ridiculous!’

They were all targets in Hawkmoth’s firing range.

Stephan wrapped a comforting arm around Marinette who seemed down in the dumps ever since the news aired. He supposed it made sense. The way Chat Noir spoke to the bluenette seemed way to familiar for it to only have happened once. The Russian assumed that Marinette felt betrayed by someone who she considered a friend.

Little did he know how deep the betrayal went. Marinette knew the feline hero had his flaws, but didn’t they all? Except, with all the evidence and the public’s negative opinion, the weight of Chat’s behavior hit her like a freight train.

The Asian girl felt like she had been doused in cold water. She leaned into Stephan‘s embrace, the only form of comfort she could find. She considered Chat to be her best friend, one in a million. Sure, the way he professed his love for her on patrol and on the battle field was grating on her nerves. Not to mention him declaring that they were soulmates because of their miraculous.

So it had been an absolute shock to hear just how much people had been suffering from Chat’s inability to take anything seriously. Injuries, destroyed house, and even in the rare instances: death.

She shivered at how awful in must have been to watch civilians die, even if it was just a few. No wonder all of Paris was furious at the leather clad boy.

Her musings were interrupted with a loud crash located from outside and several screams.

As it turns out, a seven year old boy who looked up to Chat Noir felt so betrayed and hurt that he wanted to learn what else the cat was hiding behind his charismatic persona. Thus, he became the akuma ’Heads and Tails‘ because there are two sides to every person.

The child revealed all that he could. Projections were scattered all across Paris displaying each of the hero’s misdeeds: Chat Noir’s childish behavior, how he left during fights whenever Ladybug wouldn’t cater to his tantrums, and how much said spotted heroine struggled to defeat more of the stronger akumas the moth villain created.

Any slack the citizens wanted to give the leather wearing hero was subsequently destroyed, especially since Heads and Tails’ had projector like powers and broadcasted the past events for everyone and their mother to see.

But their was one particular clip that made everyone in the bakery‘s hearts stop. They were currently outside after having followed the noise of the first crash the akuma made.

”That’s Marinette’s room!” Alya screamed in horror.

The projector portrayed a very familiar scene to Marinette. When her room was destroyed by Baby August’s akuma. And Chat just standing there trying to get a kiss from Ladybug. Everyone watching was horrified. They knew it was possible the Chat Noir wasn’t aware of some of the injuries or deaths he may have caused but to see one happening in front him and focus on flirting with Ladybug who was clearly trying to do her job?

Luka and Nino were in complete shock, Alya and Chloe looked at the projection in enraged disbelief, Kagami as well as Marinette’s parents looked ready to throw down, and Marinette looked like a deer in headlights.

Stephan was furious. He would make sure that Adrien would never see the light of day ever again.

He swore it.

The aftermath of the akuma had left people grumbling about the mangy alley cat. Celebrities made their disapproval known, especially Jagged Stone who had blasted the feline hero in his last concert and how dare he put his honorary niece in danger.

Coincidentally, the Leather clad boy was no where to be seen. But Stephan knew that Adrien’s reputation as Chat was beyond repair and was most likely waiting for the storm to pass like the cowardly waste of space he was.

The Russian boy enjoyed everyone moment when someone for their class would make a jeer about the leather wearing hero and watching the blonde model wilt in on himself whenever someone else added in their two cents.

Lila made a whole spectacle about the ordeal. ‘Poor Ladybug’ and ‘I told her Chat Noir was bad news and that I would have made a better partner!’

Little did she know her grip on the class was slowly wavering courtesy of Stephan.

He had decided to take a round about approach to dismantling the liar rather than outright laying the evidence down. Knowing her, she‘d probably say it was fabricated. Knowing the class, they’d be gullible enough to believe it.

He started with Alya. Whenever Lila mentioned her many ‘celebrity connections’ and how she could ‘totally introduce you to them. They see me as family,’ Stephan would pull some strings to get his friends to meet some.

The ravenette casually brought up that it would be a good idea for Alya to start another blog for her reporting. It’s always a good idea to have multiple for when she applied to colleges.

“Yeah, I have been thinking about it for a while. But what would I report? I’m so used to akuma fights, everything else just seems so stale compared to that,” Alya admitted.

”Why not a few celebrities and debunking articles? I can get you in contact with some,” Stephan offered as ran his hands through his curly black hair.

”No way. That’ll make me feel like I’m using you. Besides Marinette already helped the Ladyblog by getting me my first interview with Ladybug. I want to try this on my own,” Alya explained while scrolling through the new blog she was creating.

”Word on the street is countless news stations are fighting tooth and nail to get you to intern with them. I’m sure they can supply you with what you need. And since they are doing so because of your talent, it would be less of you using me and more of me giving you a little nudge,” he finished with a smirk.

And that’s exactly what he did. He teamed up with Marinette to convince Alya to start up another blog and except a summer internship at a local news station.

Since Clara Nightingale adored Marinette and her friends, she easily agreed to an interview when Stephan reached out to her. The interview was a hit and ‘A Scoop of Paris’, Alya’s new blog for Paris related news, took off.

With Nino, it was the same thing. Adam Rachad, a well known Parisian director and music producer, had seen Nino‘s popular website, Turtle Pictures and wanted to extend a favor and collaborate with him. Stephan contacted him with Nino present and organized phone call with Nino present. When the glasses wearing boy sealed the deal, he gave the model the biggest hug.

Chloe was more complicated. While the blonde female was still into business, it wasn’t a secret to Stephan that she wanted her mother’s attention. So, the Russian boy met and spoke to the Style Queen at her next fashion show displaying her new summer coming line. It was still April, but it might has well have been summer due to the warm weather.

At first, the Fashion Queen was skeptical about letting her daughter model like the young Vladislav had suggested, he heavily implied that Chloe had the summer looks, not to mention the fact that she bore a similar resembling to Audrey herself could make the world go wild.

Chloe’s first photoshoot happened a week after. The camera just loved her. When #QueenChloeBourgeois and #ModelQueenBourgeois began trending on Twitter, Audrey congratulated Chloe (using her real name) and called her exceptional for the second time, the addressed blonde shed a few tears.

She bought a large graphic camera setup as her way of say thanks without thanking him along with a note that said: “Now I know for sure that you’re good enough Dupain-Cheng. Go get her Vlad.”

Stephan‘s cheeks reddened at the implication but he had to admit that it felt good to have the best friend stamp of approval.

It wasn’t even a few days before Lila started her bragging again. This time about exotic restaurants around Paris and the celebrities she ate with.

In retaliation, Stephan took his friends out to eat at a luxury restaurant across town. He assured them that he would be paying when their concern about expenses were brought up. And they best part? It was his own money. Because of his talent with a camera, he received many internships every time they moved before coming to France, so he amassed a lot of wealth on his own. He may be rich but he also enjoyed being independent. Which was more than he could say for Adrien.

The food was exquisite. Alya and Chloe made sure to take as many photos of the place. Alya for her blog, and Chloe to shove it in Lila and her sheeps’ faces.

They didn’t get to meet a celebrity but seeing Marinette so happy and starstruck was worth. After all, he planned to take her here more often when they hopefully began dating, but he still had yet to ask her.

At first, he had only done this to slowly expose Lila for the fraud that she was, but as he continued, he realized that he enjoyed making the others happy. Before coming to France, Stephan was selfish, manipulative, confident, and cared only about himself and his goals. The only exceptions were his parents.

He was still selfish and manipulative, but he was willing to used those traits to fight for people he cared about. Not that he would ever say it out loud.

Anything Lila had claimed she could do or had done Stephan had done ten times over. So much so that even the sycophantic cult began to notice. The Italian was so busy sharing her stories that she hadn’t noticed the way several faces would twist into slight annoyance and discomfort.

And that’s exactly how they felt. They all saw the pictures of Stephan and the others. How could they not when they were blowing up on social media? Seeing their careers take off while they waited for Lila to introduce them to celebrities she had been bragging about for over a year. It made them bitter and resent her.

What was the point of telling them about her ’amazing life’ if she couldn’t even prove it? They all stewed while they listened to Ms. Mendeleiev’s lecture about the human ears and hearing until Rose raised her hand.

“Can you get tinnitus from being to close to an airplane engine?” The question sounded innocent enough.

The purple haired teacher turned to the pixie blonde before raising an eyebrow and answering her inquiry, “No. Tinnitus is a ringing in the ear. If you were to be exposed to an air plane engine you’d go deaf.”

It was like a fog had been lifted.

After class, Ms. Bustier’s students researched everything Lila told them. Every grand trip, tales of celebrities, every award. Part of them didn’t want to do this. They didn’t want to believe that their golden ticket was lying to them. But with all the talk and no action, it aroused their suspicion.

They found nothing. Nothing at all.

It didn’t take long for them to come running back to the others they had isolated from the class, but they didn’t react the way they’d hoped. Marinette and Nino accepted their apologies but made it clear that they weren’t going to be friends again. Alya and Chloe didn’t bother to hide their resentment and held a grudge against the class. Stephan never cared much about them and never made an emotional connection, so he was unbothered.

But it was obvious that the group had left them behind. They all were reaching new heights while the students of Bustier’s class were left to pick up the pieces of their dreams. Not before ripping into the liar in front of the entire school the next day.

Adrien tried to meekly defend Lila. She was just looking for some friends. The blonde saw no need to isolate the Italian the way they did. She would end up miserable and alone.

Stephan snorted before asking slyly why Adrien would defend someone who had been actively harming and manipulating his ‘friends’. As expected, the clueless sheep immediately got on Adrien’s case. Said model only backed down when several classmates began questioning their friendship.

Pfft. The young Vladislav opened up the class group chat on his spare phone. He had found Alix’s phone lying around and used it to invite his anonymous account into the chat group. He quickly sent an audio recording and waited for the fireworks.

Notification bells dinged throughout the classroom asynchronously. Each student reached into their pockets, desks, and backpacks for their phones and confusion crept onto their faces as they saw the recording anonymous user had sent.

”Does anyone know who this is?” Mylene asked the gathered students.

”Not sure. I don’t think anyone in this class is anonymous,” Alix answered.

”There is a 67% chance that this is a hacker. The other 33% are unknown,” Max was as statistical as always as he pushed up his glasses.

”Well, let’s see what it is! It can’t hurt right?” Sabrina piped up as she pressed play.

Total silence filled the room as Adrien’s voice was heard. The room had dropped several degrees when they heard the blonde admitting to knowing Lila was a liar. Not to mention gaslighting Marinette into staying quiet.

It was the recording from when Stephan had first threatened the blonde model. He cut out the threats of course.

When the recording finished, dirty looks, glares, and eyes of betrayel landed on the Agreste heir who had paled dramatically.

There was a beat of silence before everyone began screaming in unison. How could Adrien just stand their and watch as Lila lied to them? Said blonde tried to defend himself but it became increasingly clear that the class wasn’t having it. Alix declared her friendship with Adrien over, the others following suit.

Stephan and the others in the back just watched as the chaos unravel like a ball of yarn. Ms. Bustier finally arrived and silenced the classroom to begin the day’s lesson.

Throughout the lecture, students occasionally threw glares in Adrein’s direction. He did his level best not to make eye contact with anyone.

No one saw the rougish smile that Stephan wore. He had warned the blonde to stay out of his way. Had he listened, the Russian wouldn’t have had to make him miserable. That’ll teach him.

Meanwhile, Adrien was going through the hell Stephan created for him.

First, Lila was exposed as a liar. He felt sorry for her. Then some anonymous account revealed that he knew of the Italians lies. Everyone was angry at him for remaining silent. What would they know? He just didn’t want her to get akumatized. He just knew it was Stephan who had done it. It was only the two of them in the hallway and Stephan’s threats were cut out, only incriminating Adrien.

His father was still furious for letting Nicolas Vladislav claim Marinette as his intern. If only Stephan had stayed out of the way. Now Gabriel was barely even talking to him.

He couldn’t even enjoy being Chat Noir anymore to cheer himself up. After the fallout that destroyed his reputation, he received backlash from every prominent website. He couldn’t even go out on patrol without someone glaring at him and spitting hateful comments. And yet again, it was all Stephan’s fault. He never once considered himself to be at fault. After all, it was Ladybug who refused him.

And when he had tried to visit Marinette as Chat to try and remove the cotton from her eyes, she insulted him as Adrien and as Chat Noir at the same time! It was so frustrating!

The blonde was having trouble coping. He was so used to being loved and adored by the general public that he thought it impossible for anyone to hate him. Now that both of his personalities were under fire, there was no where he could hide behind or escape to.

It was a miracle he was still managing to keep his grades steady. The blonde wanted support, but Plagg was also giving him the cold shoulder as he did his best to fend off the ravenette’s attacks.

In his loneliness, he threw himself into modeling. The one thing that Stephan Vladislav couldn’t take from him. Until he did.

After the plethora of photo shoots Adrien had done and the many Stephan had accomplished, people began theorizing that the two models had some sort of rivalry.

The weren’t wrong.

Gabriel was pleased with his son‘s change of attitude and the prospect of potentially rivaling Nicolas Vladislav’s fashion company.

Sunshine vs Eclipse was all the fashion world could talk about. There were billboards of each model. Each one trying to one up the last.

Laurice Vladislav loved it. She loved the idea so much that she created a new magazine cover for the rivalry. A phot shoot Adrien was supposed to have already booked.

Stephan looked over his reflection in the mirror after the stylists left. He smiled, satisfied with what he saw. The smile quickly turned into something darker when he saw a familiar face on the reflective surface.

Spinning his chair around, the Russian model fixed an amused expression at the blonde model, “Do want to take a picture? We’re about to start the photo shoot in two minutes. You’ll be able to keep one of me if you want. It’ll last longer.”

Adrien didn’t laugh.

”Are you happy now? You’ve turned everyone against me and ruining my life!” he bit out, the frustration boiling too wildly for him to tame.

”So? I gave you a choice. I told you to stay away from Marinette. You didn’t. I told you to stay out of my way and keep your head down. You also didn’t. I wasn’t about to let some scion get in the way of my goals and Marinette’s affection,” Stephan raised his eyebrows in a way that showed how little he cared for the blonde’s misfortune.

Adrien glared at him with the same amount of venom the Russian would expect from a peasant. He rolled his eyes at the weak intimidation attempt.

”You’ve turned Marinette into a bad person. She doesn’t want to be friends with anyone in the class anymore. I bet you don’t even care her or the others. Knowing you, you’re probably just using them for your own ends,” the blonde spat. He didn’t bother mentioning that the ravenette had also ruined being Chat Noir for him, single handedly ripping away his freedom from him.

The look Stephan gave him was awful. That was probably the worst thing Adrien could’ve said in that moment.

Stephan marched forward and grabbed Adrien by his collar, “You shut your mouth. I care about Marinette more than you ever did. I went out of my way to help the others. I spent time with her. Listened to her. Comforted her when akumas came after her after a bad day. I never pushed her. I respect her boundaries. I don’t invalidate her feelings like you do. And I certainly don’t expect her to play nice with her bully. Even if she doesn’t except my feelings, I‘d be more than happy to recieve her friendship,” Yes he would be absolutely crushed as Marinette was the first and only person he fell so hard for. He went out his way to sabotage and threaten someone just to be with her. But he wasn’t planning to confess to her yet.

Slowly but surely, Stephan had begun to include Marinette into the limelight more and more. First were small gestures like holding hands and standing in close proximity. But not too close as he didn’t want the bluenette to feel uncomfortable. Then it drifted into hugs and more love like gestures. Some of the backgrounds used were the Seine River, the Effie Tower, and various locations used for dates and love confessions. Every passing photo portrayed them as a young couple in love to the entirety of Paris, just what the ravenette had been aiming for. People were already betting on when the two of them would start dating. Stepheinette was what everyone was calling a power couple. Everything was perfect and no piece of cowardly blonde garbage was going to ruin it.

Especially since Kagami, Chloe, and Alya pulled him aside and gave him the shovel talk. Break Marinette’s heart, and they’d break him the same way.

He wasn’t really worried. He hadn’t planned on breaking the blunette’s heart to begin with.

The three girls were very aware of what Stephan was doing and supported it, so long as he wasn’t trying to push himself onto Marinette. Of course , he would never do that. He valued her comfort before his own goals and made sure never to cross any of those lines with her.

Adrien wasn’t backing down, “You claim that you don’t expect her play nice with her bully but your just like Lila!”

The young Vladislav laughed in the blonde’s face.

Adrien sputtered at his reaction, “What’s so funny!?” He demanded.

Stephan calmed down enough to answer Adrien, “You say I’m just like Lila? Please, the two of us are nothing alike. She’s lazy, has no talent, and has a number of delusions. Not counting the one where she thinks her sausage hair is stylish,” He gestured to the space around them, “I achieved everything I’ve done with my own hands. I brought my rivals down with an iron fist. She swears she‘s the master manipulator and liar, but she is so far beneath my level that the idea of someone comparing us is laughable.” The Russian spoke in a smug, vindicated voice.

”You‘re both liars and don’t care about who you hurt to achieve your goals!” The blonde model protested.

”But I thought she was just lonely and in need of friends,” Stephan threw the words that Adrien used to excuse Lila’s actions back in his face.

The blonde in question stammered as he indeed contradicted himself. Now he sounded like a hypocrite. Never mind that he already was one.

The Russian gave a sly grin as he continued to decimate the male in front of him, “I amassed my own money from hard work. I’m intelligent as well as talented. I destroyed the reputation of one of Paris’ most beloved heroes. I decimated countless wealthy people and their reputations in ruins. I made an image for myself. Not just as my father’s son unlike someone. I took over Francois Dupont. Lila and I are nothing alike. Tell me, do you think Lila could achieve all of this?”

There was only silence as his answer.

”I thought so,” he shoved past Adrien as the camera man announced three more minutes before starting.

The blonde could only watch as Stephan left, wordlessly. It dawned on him that he was right.

What could he do against someone like that? He was like a super villain without a costume. He was smart, talented, independent, and self sufficient. While Adrien was still stuck in his father’s shadow.

Life wasn’t fair.

Meanwhile, Stephan smirked as he stood in front of the camera.

He was a King and if you displeased to the King, you get banished. Just ask Adrien or Lila.

Kings get whatever they want, especially if it was a Queen.

(Else where across Paris, Marinette sneezed)

And whenever the Russian saw something he wanted, he would always get it.

He was Stephan Vladislav wasn’t he?

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rapture

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pairing: bakugo x fem!reader

contains: smut, praise kink, size kink, breeding kink, mating press (ooh) aftercare at the end!

w.c: 1.3k

a.n: head empty, its 2:30am here rn lul 

Eyes screwed shut in pain, you trembled above Bakugo’s cock, squeezing his biceps for balance. 

“Shit, baby, you’re doing so well,” he grunted, reaching behind him to grip the headboards.

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Deep throat

summary: Mina bets you 1000 yen that you can't finish the ice cream you're eating in 10 seconds, you prove her wrong.

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warnings: degrading, name calling

You and the 1A girls are in the lounge room with a few of the boys, watching TV and talking amongst yourselves. "I'm gonna go get some snacks, any of you want anything?" You ask, standing up.

"Can you get me an ice cream sandwhich please?" Momo asks, raising her hand. "Ooh! Ooh! I'll have an ice cream sandwhich too!" Hagakure raises her hand and you smile at gow adorable she is.

"Two ice cream sandwiches coming up!" You chirp, turning to walk to the kitchen. "I want an ice cream sandwhich too, y/n~" Mineta pokes your thigh when you pass by him.

"The fuck do I look like to you? A slave? Go get it yourself." You answer him, your voice monotonous as you keep your eyes in front of you, not once giving him a glance.

Mineta points at you and looks at Katsuki with teary eyes, "She- YOUR GIRLFRIEND'S TOO MEAN, BAKUGOU!" He yells to which the boys laugh at. "Tch." Bakugou rolls his eyes, returning his attention back to the TV.

When you come back, you have two ice cream sandwhiches in one hand and a vanilla ice cream in a stick in the other. You sit back down on your seat, handing the ice creams to your two friends, finally opening your own right after.

"Y/n, I have a challenge for you." Mina points, smile coated with something that screams 'bad idea'. But hey, your boyfriend's been rubbing off on you lately and now you can't seem to back down from even the smallest challenge.

"Alright, what is it?"

"If you can finish that ice cream in under ten seconds," Mina pulls out money from her pockets. "I'll give you five hundred yen."

"Look I may seem like the type who won't back down from a challenge but that's gotta be the most stupid thing-"

"I'll make it a thousand."

"Start counting, sister."

Mina hops off her seat, sitting right in front of you as she takes out her phone for the alarm app. "Ready?" She asks, her eye brows wiggling teasingly.

As soon as you nod, Mina taps on her phone. You feel the eyes of your classmates on you, suddenly they were intrigued by how this silly challenge would end.

It ended easily and quickly, to be honest. You tilted your head back and pushed the ice cream into your mouth, feeling the tip hit the back of your throat thought you continue to pudh it even deeper, stopping when you feel the wood of the ice cream's stick in between your lips. You use your lips as stoppers for the ice cream to stay in your mouth and you start to pull the stick out. Although the ice cream was a pretty big size and some of them squeezednout from the corners of your mouth, you casually wiped them off and swallowed the cold dessert.

You tilt your head forward, looking at Mina dead in the eye as you held up the stick in front of her and opened your mouth, showing off it's emptiness.

"5 seconds." You raises your brows, a smug smile infiltrating your lips. The smile doesn't last long when you notice the whole lounge room has gone quiet. You look around and see your classmates have surprised looks on their faces, the girls looked impressed and some of the guys looked away with red ears. Your boyfriend, Katsuki, looked like his life just flashed before his eyes.

"What?" You ask, giving the pink girl a raised brow. "Y/n..." she places a hand on your shoulder, "Be honest. How many boyfriends have you had-?"

"Alright, that's it!" Katsuki shouts, jumping from his seat and taking two long strides to you, bending over to places his hands around your waist, pulling you up to stand. "I already know what kind of questions you're going to ask her, alien eyes. Don't." He begins pulling you by your hand away feom the class. You stumble a few times, telling him to slow down but he doesn't listen. He pushes the elevator buttons, waiting patiently for it to open and when it does, he shoves you inside, his lips immediately latching on your neck.

"You like showing off to people how good your mouth takes cock, hm? You fucking slut." He growls into your skin, biting on it as his hands find their way in between your thighs, squeezing them.

You squeeze your thighs together, pulling your boyfriend closer as you rock your hips at the feeling of his hand teasing your dampening cunt.

"Look at you, fucking grinding on my hand like a whore. Is this who you truly are, hmm? You wanna be a sex slave for your master?" Butterflies erupt in your stomach at your boyfriend's choice of words. You pull him into a deep kiss, whimpering when the feeling of his hot tongue exploring your wet cavern and two of his fingers pressing against your wet folds overwhelm you.

The elevator dings and you whine as your boyfriend pulls away from you, walking to his door. He puts in his password, marching inside with you in toll.

"On your knees." He orders and immediately, without a second thought, you're on your knees. You can feel your slick dripping down your thighs and onto your boyfriend's floor as you watch him undo his pants, letting them pool around his ankles.

He shows off his strained cock inside his underwear, the tip causing a certain area of the underwear to go damp. You swallow thickly, your fingers making quick work of pulling his underwear down, his cock springing free.

You lick your bottom lip, taking his cock in your hands as you look up, pressing a kiss on its side. Katsuki hisses at the contact, his hand combing through your hair, tugging on it as you begin sliding your hot tongue up and down his shaft, following some of the prominent veins on his member.

"Stop fucking teasing and-" Katsuki lets out a strangled moan, "-and fucking suck my cock already."

He doesn't ask you to do so a second time, you're immediately taking his cock in your mouth, pushing your face closer to your boyfriend's pelvis as you feel his tip his the back of your throat. You hear him hiss, making you look up.

The way you look right now pushes Katsuki to the edge, his hips bucking as white ropes of cum are released inside your throat. Your hands fly to his thighs, you're completely taken aback by his sudden high. You lush yourself off, coughing a little as you wipe some spit and cum off the sides fo your lips.

"Baby, what the hell?" You look back up at him and you whimper. The look he has on his face right now, the red flush across his face and ears, the drool threatening to fall down the edge of his lower lip and his vermillion eyes that hold so much lust.

"You remember your tap signals?" He asks, chest rising and falling deeply. You nod slowly, feeling your cunt get wetter at the sight of your boyfriend being so turned on right now.

Slowly, he takes you by the head, pressing his cock on your lips. "Open up, doll." He orders and you follow obediently, taking his cock in your mouth. He pushes himself even deeper inside you, burying every bit of his length in your throat until your nose is against his unshaven area.

You look up at him with tears pooling your eyes, moving your head up and down, taking his entire length slowly again and again asbyour fingers begin teasing and playing with his sac.

Your eyes are on his face the whole time, the expressions he make; closing his eyes, biting his lip, breathing deeply and especially when he scrunches his brows together.

"Fuck, doll..." He breathes out, slowly rocking his hips with your pace. "You're such a cockslut, aren't ya?" He chuckles deeply, his pace slowly quickening.

"Ah, shit! You're making me crazy, doll." He looks down at you, his thumb caressing your cheek as his thrusts are becoming more relentless. Your throat begins to hurt but you can't stop, you can't seem to do the taps on his thighs cause you don't want to, it feels too good, his cock down your throat has your needy cunt squeezing at nothing and becoming even more needy.

Katsuki's loud moans cause you to moan as well, the vibrations pushing katsuki even closer to his high. One of your hands trail down your pussy, drawing circles and massaging it as you follow your boyfriend to his high, wanting to cum together with him.

"Doll I'm close, I'm so fucking-" you feel a knot forming in your stomach. You close your eyes, letting the tears fall as you listen to your boyfriend moan loudly, the knot becoming undone in your stomach when you feel his hot seed in your throat. Your pussy clenches ariund your fingers and you moan around his cock, your hips rocking back and forth on your own hand.

"You were touching yourself this whole time, huh?" Katsuki smirks, pulling his cock out of your mouth. He pulls you up by your arm, leading you to his bed. He pushes you on it, pressing his lips on yours. Both of your tongues dance in sync, the wet muscles pushing against each other as Katsuki's hand roams freely all over your body.

"Fuck, I can taste myself in you." He pants, licking his lips as a wide smile appears. "Want me to fuck you, hmm, doll? Want me to make you my fuck toy? My slut?" He shoves his hand inside your underwear, his fingers pressing against your entrance.

You whine, your back arching as your arms fly around his neck. "I'm already... your fuck toy," You moan when he pushes a finger inside you, "I'm already... your slut."

Bakugou just snaps.

"You already are, huh." He pulls his finger out of your needy cunt, roughly taking your shorts and underwear off of you. He throws them away, spreading your legs as he places his cock on your throbbing cunt.

"Want this cock, doll? You want it?"

You nod needily, biting on your lower lip as your eyebrows scrunch together. "Yes, 'Suki. I want your cock so fucking bad right now." You breathe out, gasping when you feel the head of his cock in your entrance.

Karsuki smirks and lets out a scoff, pushing his entire length inside you. You grasp onto the bedsheet, letting out a loud moan at the feeling of being so full so quickly.

"Color." He demands, folding both your legs as he positions you into a mating press.

"Green." You whine.

Katsuki snaps his hips into you, this kind of roughness is something you've never felt before. It feels too good, you feel so full and he's hitting your spot every single time, it's driving you insane.

"Oh! K-Katsuki! Fuck! More! More!" You moan out, your toes curling and your fingers digging deeper into the cushion. Your boyfriend snaps his hips faster and stronger, making sure his pelvis is hitting your ass.

"Y-you're such a fucking," he grunts, "slut."

"For you, oh fuck for you." You moan out, nearing your high. Your breathing begins to quicken as a second knot forms inside you. Katsuki hisses at how your pussy begins to clamp down on him, pushing him to his high as well.

"'Suki! I'm close!" You yell and Katsuki brings your ankle on his shoulder, kissing it before thrusting into you again. He holds onto your arm, the movement of his hips getting faster until your knot unties. Katsuki helps you ride out your orgasm, taking his member out and cumming all over your stomach and chest, decorating you with white ropes of cum.

The both of you pant, staying in that position for a few moments before Katsuki leans over, kissing you deeply.

You pull away for a moment, "Your friends." Katsuki looks at you with a raised brow, "What about them?"

"They're right outside our door."

Katsuki looks up at the door, lips tugging into a frown when he hears shuffling from the other side. "Alright," He says, putting on his clothes.

"Where are you going?" You ask, sitting up. "I'm about to teach some brats a lesson about privacy." He answers, smoke starting to come out from his hands.

"Hey, before that..." Katsuki turns around to look at you, "Can you please take care of me first?" You ask, tilting your head to the side.

Katsuki immediately goes into soft mode and scoops you in his arms, taking you to the bathroom. "Anything you want, baby."

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A/N: This is for my @bnhabookclub bingo card where I had the prompt ‘Cockwarming!’ enjoy sinners (:<

Pairings: Bakugo x Reader, Kirishima x Reader, Sero x Reader, Dabi x Reader, Hawks x Reader

Warnings: 18+, smut, cockwarming, (also breeding kink and dumbification in hawks’ whoops sorry)

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