do you ever just feel overly horny, overworked and underfucked but you KNOW izu wouldn’t let his sweet girl feel neglected
✩꒱ overworked, underpaid and severely fucked — ft. izuku midoriya .ᐟ
🏁 ꒰ ✩ smut ⋆ mdni ⋆ pro hero izuku midoriya & fem!reader. oral sex, established relationship, care taker izuku. -> izuku midoriya is a good boyfriend, pervy and a little weird … but good. what? it’s not his fault that you’re so easy to look after.
overworked, underpaid but not!! underfucked when you’re with izuku !!!
he’s a little weird, a little perverted but he can be a really good boyfriend if you just give him a chance. promise! izuku is so doting, he’ll leap at the chance to take care of something for you even if you insist you’re getting along well financially.
the first time you let him pay for your food shop and essentials, he walks out of the store with three bags for life on each arm and a boner he just barely manages to conceal. you’re huffy and annoyed because you hardly need the stuff he picked up but it’s enough to last you, so you can’t complain. you kiss deku stupid after he’s loaded the car and lick into his mouth when he settles into the driver’s seat. “always happy to help you, baby.” he murmurs giddy. “just text me what you need next time, you don’t even have to leave the house.” between smooches he doesn’t say he expects a thank you, but you feel the way his chest bristles bristles beneath your fingertips whenever you do give your thanks. as though you’re praising the lord and graced him enough to give you this blessing. he is a little weird.
izuku has an annoying tendency to know what you need before you need it. a bath with lavender oil and candlelight upon return from a three day business trip out of city helping with company interviews — one you had no say on going to. a home-cooked meal because you didn’t have a chance to grab lunch between meetings, although pork katsudon is all he’s good for ( he’ll call kacchan for recipes and cooking advice once you tire of his own skill set). a new work bag because the one you’ve had since starting busted at the strap on the way home, your new one just so happens to be designer because the leather is stronger.
he does it all with a kiss pressed to your cheek and a smile that causes a crinkle at the corner of his eyes — sickly sweet and sticky against you but you tell him thank you all the same and he tells you anything, always. in response. you’re spoiled rotten to the point of feeling suffocated but it’s good, so good, to be swept off your feet for a little while.
izuku is a great listener too. you’ll come home from your job where they don’t pay you enough pennies to give a fuck, designer purse now abandoned on the sideboard by the counter with your keys, heels clicking angrily and izuku will be there ready to hear you out. take your mind off things for a little while.
“you’re frowning, sweet girl, what’s wrong?”
then he’s on his knees, crisp white blouse taut against his chest and tie loose, as he slips your heels off one by one accompanied by angel’s kisses. he lets you curse and vent, spill foul secrets about your coworker who keeps taking credit for your work and your boss who demands too much in too little time all while nodding with bouncing ever-green curls brushing against the inside of your thighs and up your itty bitty pencil skirt.
you ramble on and on, your nails taking through his curls as he descends down on your centre. lips hot on your panties, teething at the fabric that’s already wet and has been since he first sunk to his knees before you — placing you at epicentre of his entire universe. izuku nods at the same time he kisses your clit, agreement in the form of sucking the slick from you as if you’re the only source of life for a thousand miles.
“and god, zu — she stole that client from right u-under my nose!” you’re scowling but your body melts into him below, your hips buck over his nose and he thinks for a second he could die here, happy and unable to breathe if it meant drowning in the deliciousness of your cunt. you’re sweeter when you’re pissed off, when you use him to ease the tension wound tight in your shoulders. izuku is desperate for you to use him, need him, he prefers life this way.
“mhm…” he says, or groans, or sighs blissfully like he’s really listening to you. focused on the tale of how that petty girl at your petty job keeps taking the credit. hed take care of that too, if you let him — call them up and say hero deku had a complaint to make. he settles for this, the now, the exact moment you clench around the thickness of his tongue as it thrusts far enough along your slippery walls to make your body shake. maybe it’s selfish off him, that izuku waits for you to get all riled up at work so that you come home to him like this. broiling under the flesh, smelling like sex that stirs his appetite into something more sinister.
when you hug the back of his head to your weeping slit, izuku purrs as though he’s been rewarded. his tongue does a sweet of the entire length of your cunt, gathers what you drool in viscous waves and smelts his spit into the molten mix, frothy cream gathering just around your hole and clit. messy, greedy, filthy but he doesn’t let up even when his chin is painted with a varnish of arousal.
he doesn’t mind being your crutch or your tool to pass a bad day by, as long as you’re above him like this — toes digging into his shoulders, fist tight in his hair, . “a-and seriously, zu. f-fuck, fuck that girl. fuck. i’m gonna cum!” you squeak shakily and he knows the job is done. you’re happy and you’re distracted, babbling god knows what about who knows what but the anger once built up inside you snaps like an easy spring. your orgasm is melt in the mouth, a piece of heaven created just for izuku to indulge in.
perhaps it is weird and perverted that he loves to be used and to use his skill on you… but you like it and maybe that makes you a little perverted too.
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synopsis: someone posted you both on your college's anonymous app, yikyak? wonder how they feel about that...
featuring: collegeau!eijirou kirishima, shoto todoroki, and katsuki bakugou
warnings: still just crack, mildly suggestive. still prefer that mdni. kiri is DEFINITELY a banter guy. shoto IS low relationship EQ. part 2 on bakugou kehe
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a/n: hit u with that back to back upload. or something 🥹 maybe last part tho unless ygs req someone else lol. hope u guys liked my attempt at a lil smau
⊹₊˚‧ ୨ asking mha boys stupid questions PART 2 ୧ ‧˚₊⊹
⟢ various x partner!reader, smau!
⟢ fluff/crack
⟢ masterlist
⟢ read part 1 here!
⟢ a/n: omg thank u guys sm for the love on the first one??? im glad u enjoyed it that was actually wild 😭😭 also pls feel free to request other characters you'd want to see!!
you get hit a lil too hard in the head during a training session, sending everyone in a panic as they gather around you, (zuko hauling you into his arms) as everyone frantically asks questions that your brain can notcomprehend.
“what happened?”
“how many fingers am i holding up?”
“can you see?”
“what day is it?” 
the questions blur together in a haze.
katara asks the final question. “how’s your head?” her fingers tap against your forehead.
“mm no complaints” you mumble giddily, huffing a laugh at yourself as your world stars to shift back into focus.
“huh?” sokka grunts out, trying to make sense of your murmuring.
“i said..”you repeat louder, mind still fuzzy. “no complaints.”
“complaints?” aang echoes confused.
“right, zuko?” you turn your concussed attention to your partner of many many years, bottom lip jutting out as you wait for his answer.
zuko goes bright red, the tip of his ear staining pink as he offers a tight yet entirely enamoured smile.
“right?” you ask again, pout deepening, as you blearily blink up at your fiancé.
he can’t help the soft laugh that bubbles out of him as he reaches down to sweep your hair back behind your ears, palm cupping your jaw.
“no complaints” he squeezes the fat of your cheeks between his thumb and forefinger affectionately. “but we’re more concerned about your actual head. how’s it feeling?”
“actual head? huh? what are you….” sokka questions with an exasperated sigh.
it takes him three more seconds before he catches on.
“ooooh…gross.”
a/n: idk how i feel about this but it’s been in my head (hehe get it) and i have a full fic but idk if you guys wanna read it lmk pls
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bakugou x reader. a 1.6k drabble. cw: established relationship, fluff.
it was only a little argument. today was supposed to be a date day with your boyfriend, smoothies and a walk around the park. have a picnic, magazine shopping and he wanted to get new running trainers. though before you left out he started rushing you, knowing you had to finish up this work call and you act terribly under pressure. that caused you to shout and caused him to be snappy so now you’re sitting in this smoothie shop in dead silence.
it’s silent treatment on both sides. you told the cashier what smoothie you wanted, he said his and then he tapped his card. you sat down at this big ten seater table with a few other people dotted on it while bakugou sat at the head of the table. you didn’t want to sit on the cute one on one couples seats by the window where you would be forced to look at his face, so big table you go.
you stay seated with your arms crossed when bakugou gets up again to collect your two smoothies. he puts your pink berry one on the table in front of you and he dumps himself in his seat. still with no words uttered. you pull out your book as you sip. he pulls out his phone, answering emails and reading work reports.
it’s needed silence, that’s for sure. any moment now you’ll touch your foot with his or he’ll pull your chair closer to his. he’ll mumble sorry first or maybe this time you will and you can continue your day being the loved up couple you usually are. he hasn’t even offered if you want to taste his smoothie yet… well you haven’t offered him either. but any second now, any second someone will.
you peer at him over your book. you sigh a little. it’s hot out today, so he’s in a white vest and these navy shorts. biceps golden and thick. thighs thick and golden. he’s perched his black designer sunglasses to the top of his head which only pushes all of his hair back with it. he’s devastatingly gorgeous. his forehead, pretty nose and pouty lips. he’s frowning at whatever he’s reading, leaning his elbows onto his knees so he can get to typing. a huff at the end.
“is that the berry blast? i was thinking of getting that one?”
you look towards the voice, landing on a handsome guy standing on the opposite side of your table. he’s just walked in, also dressed for the weather with his cap, basic white shirt and shorts.
you’re still unsure if he was talking to you and you see bakugou, out of the corner of your eye, look up to the man.
“is it nice?” he repeats. the man is slightly shy, scratching the back of his head. he’s clearly nervous now he’s got your attention as he shuffles from foot to foot. keeps crossing his arms then lets go. you can tell he’s around your age and he’s not not your type. but also you’re not sure if he’s flirting with you or not. can he not see your boyfriend right there?
“oh, yeah it is. it’s my first time trying it,” you reply dryly, pressing your thumb in between the pages of your book so you don’t lose your spot.
the man’s eyes light up at your response and now bakugou looks at him directly. is this random man flirting with his girlfriend in front of him? is he invisible? does he look like a fucking dickhead?
the man nods in response to you, paying bakugou no mind. he’s so enamoured by you he doesn’t feel the boiling confusion brewing beside you.
“ah cool. i think i’ll give it a try,” he sniffs, looking at your book, then your dress. you can see him figuring out what to comment on next.
bakugou adjusts his posture. leans back in his seat, spreads his legs and holds up his smoothie.
“this green shit is good too. you should give it a try,” katsuki pushes and as if the guy is just finding out he’s there, he rapidly nods his head. looking from you to bakugou and trying to bring the conversation back to you and him.
“right, thanks man.”
then he’s looking back at you, giving you all his attention completely.
you hear bakugou swear under his breath. it all makes you want to laugh at his expense.
“i came in here and i had to talk to you, i thought you were gorgeous. i love the dress,” he rushes, “i was wondering if i could get your number or insta?”
you give him a sweet smile, shaking your head lightly. you point your thumb in the direction of bakugou, “that’s my boyfriend. sorry.”
bakugou raises his eyebrows at the man, holding up his hand with a sarcastic wave.
“i don’t let her give her number to men that want to date her.”
you giggle at your boyfriend’s stupidity, your first giggle of the day actually and it causes the corner of bakugou’s lips to quiver with the urge to smile.
though looking back at your new admirer, you both slowly see the light drain from his eyes. his shoulders slump next. he’s obvious in the way he stares at bakugou’s arms and he blinks as if he might recognise him from somewhere.
“oh shit… i didn’t think… loads of people on this table and i thought everyone was sitting alone. fuck, sorry guys.”
bakugou’s gritting his teeth, “no fuckin’ social awareness.”
you kick his foot under the table, “no it’s okay, thank you though!”
once the man apologises again, spinning around to leave the shop completely, bakugou has already dragged your chair beside his, metal chair legs clacking together. he shoves his phone in his pocket and takes your hand with his now free one.
you giggle at the touch. there’s no way anyone doesn’t think you’re a couple now. in fact, you get a few stares from the other smoothie drinkers on the table.
“i’m sorry for the shit earlier,” he blurts, “i’m not all over you for a minute and someone already tries to take you from me. what the actual fuck?”
bakugou huffs to himself, practically trying to pull you to sit onto his lap so nobody can mistake what you are to each other. what else does he need to do? tattoo you on his arm? he’s already done that actually. your eyes, your name, your birth flower.
“i’m sorry too but we were seated far apart, doing separate things and not talking.” you grin at him and he just looks at your lips. it’s been far too long since he’s kissed them. “fair assessment i think.”
“‘course you think that. gonna stamp my name on your forehead,” he mutters, kissing the corner of your lips.
bakugou’s not one for pda, but it’s needed when people are trying to drag you from under his nose.
“this should keep you on your toes. remind you that everyone wants me,” you joke but bakugou blinks at you. looks at you then looks away.
he agrees, in fact, it makes him sit up straight and kiss you on your mouth again, in the middle of this random smoothie shop.
“i said i was sorry,” he huffs, holding your hand to his waist. “wanna try mine?”
you nod, “i’ve been waiting for you to ask!”
you put the straw to your smoothie by his lips so he can try yours.
“yours is better than mine,” you whine and bakugou chuckles.
“wanna swap?”
“you sure?”
“y’know i don’t mind.”
you take bakugou’s green smoothie while he holds your pink one. you eye his throat as he tajes three big gulps, the smoothie sinking away faster than your previous sips.
“thanks for buying them, ‘ki.”
bakugou smiles at you, gold tooth shining in the sunlight pouring through the windows. “i wouldn’t have heard the end of it if i let you pay while we were fightin’.”
you huff, “we weren’t fighting! it was a disagreement in communication styles.”
“yeah, we had a fight about that,” then he looks at your outfit with warm eyes, ones you welcome, unlike the random guy before. “your dress is pretty, baby. you look pretty today. i didn’t say that before.”
“thank you. you look sexy, always do.”
you swipe his sunglasses off his head, plopping them onto your face.
“you’re gonna have to give them back when we get outside,” he tells you but he can’t help his grin, now unable to see your eyes.
“i forgot mine because you were rushing me!”
bakugou rolls his eyes, albeit playfully. “look in your bag.”
“i didn’t put them in here,” you say but still you do. you unzip and pull it open, dipping your hand in and immediately frowning, “did you put them in here or am i going crazy?”
“you’re goin’ crazy,” bakugou stands up, brushing off his shorts and reaching for your hand. you stay seated in his sunglasses, your designer ones he bought you for your birthday in your hands.
“katsuki!”
“you’re not crazy, i put them in there when you were shoutin’ that you didn’t wanna go out with me anymore,” he nudges his head in the direction of the door, “let’s go, ‘wanna walk in the park.”
“you’re so annoying,” you tell him but you love it when he interlinks his fingers with yours, letting you walk out the shop first, smoothie in hand.
I lose my mind when it comes to you. I take time with the ones I choose. And I don't wanna smile if it ain't from you.
𝄞 pre-relationship texts with KATSUKI BAKUGOU -> (pt. 1)
𝄞 contains: fem!reader, swearing, reader is in bakusquad friendgroup, setting is as UA students, slowburn, subtle cues, prequel of how they started talking in the beginning, real mha events (sports festival, kidnapping), little bit of hurt & comfort, kiri, denki, mina, midoriya, mitsuki, & all might mentions
But you don't want me to see nobody else. And I don't want you to see nobody.
𝄞 pre-relationship texts with KATSUKI BAKUGOU -> (pt. 2)
𝄞 contains: a whole lotta swearing, reader is in the bakusquad friendgroup, fem!reader, setting is as UA students, slowburn, subtle cues, yes hes ur annoying homeboy, mentions of denki, kirishima, mina, sero, and mitsuki, kirimina and kamijirou mentions, denki STAYS catching strays
𝄞 A/N: this is my first mha post! ik ive js been writing blue lock but i decided to expand my horizons since i recently started watching MHA and im in LOVE. this is very much inspired by @zmbkats's pre-rls texts w bakugou! your post has changed lives.
"You need to stop wearing those," You tell Aang, pointedly looking him right in the eyes and resisting the urge to look downwards.
Aang blinks. "Stop wearing what?"
"You know what!" You suddenly exclaim, gesturing wildly towards his lower half. "The sweatpants! The grey sweatpants!"
"My sweatpants?" Aang asks, puzzled, as he looks down and unfortunately, you follow his line of his sight. Which you didn't want happening because it's already been a challenge to not stare. "What's wrong with them?"
What isn't wrong with them?
They're temptation in cloth form, sitting low on his hips and teasing his defined v-line with the sharp jut of his hips. His shirts are baggy enough to remove the potential of seeing his abs, thank goodness, but when he stretches, it becomes a real problem. Because you can see how those sweatpants fit him more clearly, along with the dark trail of hair disappearing past the waistband of his sweats.
That alone has you heated under the collar, your mouth dried and throat parched. But it gets even worse because with all of that, you're able to see what is called...his dick print.
And it's huge and looks heavy and as much as you hate to admit it, Aang being...big is something you've thought about many times.
It's hard not to given how he adjusts himself from time to time, like it's given him stress and no, now's not the time.
"They're just—" You struggle to find a reason that doesn't sound depraved. Nothing comes up. "I just think...black would suit you better."
Aang looks at you, tilts his head to the side and says, "You think so?" He looks down at his sweatpants again and you look away so you aren't tempted to join in. "But I like grey more and they look better, don't you think?"
He says it so innocently, it's tragic.
You desperately try again to find another reason but your brain is conveniently mush. So you shake your head and focus on your phone, a flustered warmth beneath your cheeks as you work on distracting yourself.
"I don't care." You grumble, pouting and leave it at that.
Left unaware of the subtle smirk Aang gives you before going back to his sketching, whistling a happy tune.
ꉂ ᵎᵎ cw/tw: 18+, crack, smut, fluff— we got it all here… this is a lot of my humor therefore self indulgent… if u think dot is funny then everything should be awesome ❤️, poly!bkdk, softdom!izuku, switch(lowkey bratty…)!katsuki, switch(maybe?)!fem!afab!bratty!reader, reader is a silly jokester type, gay as a reclaimed insult, non-serious jokes about suicide (kys, kms) and violence, suggestive jokes
ꉂ ᵎᵎ original a/n: lowkey i had SMAS in mind for this, you can think it’s SMAS or just in general poly!bkdk ^_^ first time making a SMAU if people like these i can do more or. Explode too whtaever u guys want. also i didn’t know if anime pfps or realistic ones were better
ꉂ ᵎᵎ a/n # 2: this is a reblog from my old account
ꉂ ᵎᵎ synopsis: a compliation of poly!bkdk x reader text messages
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ꉂ ᵎᵎ cw/tw: suggestive jokes, poly!kiribaku, cute girly fem!reader, fluff, crack maybe, weed mention, non serious threats/jokes of violence, jokes of death, there may be some typos but. do you text perfect 24/7?!
ꉂ ᵎᵎ original a/n: idk why this is longer than the bkdk one seeing i like. deku... i think i just didn't feel that confident in this so i had to overcompensate... ermm this was requested ^_^ i decided to do a cutesy reader because. it’s fun and i think she uses light mode and decorated the gc and yeah… also sorry if the conversations are cropped funny. thats just how the dice roll
ꉂ ᵎᵎ a/n #2: this is a reblog from my previous account
ꉂ ᵎᵎ synopsis: SMAU conversations about baking, makeup, and video games with poly!kiribaku
ꉂ ᵎᵎ original a/n: for those who don't play marvel rivals, you need to level up your account to a certain level before you're allowed in comp, and depending on whatever rank eijirou and you are, there is a possibility that katsuki has to grind by himself until he can play with you guys... it's an act of service <3
ꉂ ᵎᵎ a/n #2: this was made before rivals became Really Bad like it is today
content: modern au, beefy!toph, bimbo!reader, bitch x bitchier, no relationship (yet)
summary: you end up making (somewhat) friends with the blind girl you mistook for a pervert. but honestly.. is she even trying to beat the allegations?
author’s note: didn’t expect so many requests for this.. you bimbo voters win by a 0.3% gap! EXTREMELY close call, i promise to feed you knight!toph wanters soon trust ᢉ𐭩
part 1 here.
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your jewelry softly clinked with every step she took, your arms tightening around her neck. you took the opportunity to silently stare at her face. she was blind, so she had no way to know, right? the thought almost made you feel guilty, but hey, you were doing nothing wrong! just appreciating beauty, that’s all.
not only did she have an incredibly hot body, her face was just as flawless. your eyes trailed over her slightly furrowed eyebrows, the slope of her nose, her luscious lips (though they did look a bit chapped. you made a mental note to gift her a chapstick after she got you home.) then your gaze flitted back up to her eyes; they were the feature that mesmerized you most.
they were a beautiful milky teal, and even though sightless, they stared ahead so convincingly — intimidatingly, even — like she had the entire world figured out. you’d never directly interacted with a blind person, so your thoughts now wandered to how she went on about her daily life without such an important sense. she was definitely used to it, but you were still curious. what were the things she could do? what were the things she couldn’t?
“not to interrupt your daydreaming about me,” you jumped at her voice, startled. she smiled down at you, “i know i’m blind, but i’m not stupid. i can pick up on your silence and your heartbeat enough to understand you’re staring at me. plus, it’s what most of you sighted people do the first time you meet a blind person. kinda rude if i do say myself, and really repetitive.”
you blushed a deep shade of red, torn between shame and denial, “i—i wasn’t—”
“aw,” she cooed, rocking you in her arms like a baby, “you totally weren’t. i believe you, jingle bells.”
you groaned, squirming in her grasp, “you’re so annoying!”
“and you’re a shameless pervert.”
“p-pervert!?” your eyes widened, indignantly glaring up at her, “don’t try to flip this on me! i was just looking at your face, that’s not perv—”
“ah-ha!” she snickered, giving you a bounce in her arms, “now you admit you were looking. wow, i think you’re the worst liar i’ve ever seen. and i can’t even see!”
medically speaking, you could feel all the symptoms of a fucking brain aneurysm setting in throughout this conversation.
“you— you— you’re so— ugh! whatever!” you huffed in defeat, dropping your head on her shoulder, giving up on ever properly speaking to this woman.
she chuckled, hand flexing around your thigh, “i’m so what? so pretty, apparently, from how you spent the last five minutes drooling over me. am i reaaally that gorgeous? ouch!”
you pinched her torso, lifting your head to glare at her again, “you’re so insufferable. i’ve never met anybody who has made me want to end my life this much in the span of an hour.”
“oh stop it,” she fake moaned, the proudest of smiles on her face, “you’re turning me on.”
“i’m gonna— ugh! you know what? whatever!” you scoffed, cheeks flushed, taking your arms off her neck to cross them over your chest, “i’m not even gonna reply to you anymore. silence is the best answer to a dumbass.”
she hummed happily, “well actually, the saying is ‘silence is the best reply to a fool.’”
“does anybody like being around you?”
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even though you were only a street away, the walk felt like hours, your sanity hanging by a string as thin as your thong.
you let out the biggest relieved sigh when the bakery’s sign finally came in full view, your building door close to it.
“just here,” you tap her arm for her to stop, “i live here, thanks.”
“you’re welcome,” she lowers you down, and you reluctantly miss the warmth of her thick arms around you. but if it came with the price of her unending quips, you were ready to sleep on an iceberg instead. camp there, even.
your good foot touches the ground first, your hand on her shoulder for balance. you tentatively try to take a step with your injured one, but the loud wail slipping out of your lips is enough for her to tug you back to her side again.
“small steps,” she pats your hip, “your ligament probably tore a bit. hopefully nothing bad, but you should still get it checked out properly later, or tomorrow.”
you sigh, irritated, “you’re right. ugh, i’m never wearing those heels again. how am i gonna go up all these stairs now?”
she returns your sigh, “right? if only there was somebody around who could carry you. it’d be great if they could magically spawn right now. one can only dream. if only..”
you roll your eyes, exasperated, “did nobody teach you how to speak? you can’t even offer help without your stupid sarcasm?”
“nevermind,” she lets go of you, and you squeal, having nothing to hold onto, plopping back down on your butt. she folds her arms behind her head, uninterested, “i don’t feel like helping a bitchy little thing like you.”
“are you seriously—”
“ah, sorry,” she rubbed her ear, smiling down at you, “i can’t hear bitch.”
you scoffed, baffled, “fuck you, then! fuck you, and fuck your help. you’re so rude. i’m not gonna beg you to pick me up. you can go fuck yourself.”
“sure then,” she shrugged, turning on her heel, and you felt panic seize your heart. there was nobody else around here! how long would you have to wait before someone else passes by to give you a hand?? your only option left was to crawl your way to the bakery you went to every morning, humiliating yourself in front of the staff who saw you everyday.. no way.
“w-wait!” the word leaves your mouth before you can even think, and you could just tell she had the biggest grin on her face even though her back was facing you.
she stopped in her tracks, and you felt heat flood your cheeks with embarrassment.
“mhm? want something?”
your fingers curled around the fabric of your skirt, looking down, “i.. i want you to.. pick me up again..”
“can’t hear you,” she walks back over to you, practically beaming, as she leans down to your height. “sorry, my hearing’s bad. could you speak up?”
what a bitch. she was blind, hearing was her strongest fucking sense. you had to bite your lip to refrain from cussing out her entire bloodline, only your earlier gratitude and current need were holding you back.
“i.. i said, i want you to pick me up again.”
she was all up in your face now, only a few inches separating you. she hums pensively, “hm, doesn’t sound like begging to me.”
your nails dig into your thighs through your clothes, the veins bulging out as you swallow your pride. “please, carry me.”
“my name’s toph,” she says it casually, like this was the best timing to exchange names. she grins, toying with a strand of your hair, “now say it all pretty for me. something like ‘oh, pretty please, beautiful toph. could you carry little ole me? please, toph, you’re the only one who can help me. i’m so helpless.’ “
the singy song lilt in her voice as she mocked you made your anger boil over. you grabbed her by her tank top, pulling her flush against you, your foreheads bumping.
you glared daggers into her, torn between slapping her or biting her smirk off, but she only tilted her head, smug as ever, “so? what will it be? i don’t have all day.”
“.. please, toph.” you grudgingly mumble, deciding to set your violent urges to the side until you were in a better position to backtalk her. “will you please carry me?”
she chuckles, and just like that, you’re back in her arms in seconds. “attagirl,” she croons down at you, “that wasn’t so hard now, was it? good job, jingle bells. i’m so proud of you. now, say ‘i’m your little bitch’.”
“don’t push it.”
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she mercifully stays quiet as she takes you up to your floor. seriously, what were you thinking, renting an apartment on the fourth floor with no elevator available? you should’ve considered potential foot injuries, earthquakes, so many other things.. but oh well, the price and the view were good to pass up for a broke university student like you, and it honestly felt like an extension of you at this point, with all the years and money you spent decorating it.
when you finally make it, she gently sets you down on your good leg, holding you steady with one hand as you search for your house keys in your bag. you steal a brief glance at her, and despite her snappy attitude and how insanely annoying she was, you weren’t above common courtesy. after all, she did just carry you from your bus stop to your house. you could give credit where it was due.
you clear your throat, opening the door, “you can come in for a cup of tea, if you want. as a thank you.”
that earns you a soft squeeze on the hip. “i didn’t know you were into one night stands, jingle bells. but i wouldn’t say no to that.”
“nevermind,” you scoff, hand on the wall to support you as you make your way in ahead of her.
“don’t be like that. i’m just pulling your leg. well, clearly not your busted one.”
you completely ignore her, hearing the door shut behind her, before an appreciative whistle leaves her lips. “wow, you have a great apartment. it looks really gorgeous.”
you instantly perk up at that, buttered up in a second — you prided yourself on your taste, so compliments about it were your favourite, whether that be your taste in clothes, accessories, even your furniture. you turn to face her, excited. “ah, thank you so— ..”
you trail off, watching her bite back a laugh, confused. it takes you a second before the realization dawns on you. this asshole.
“tophhhh!! i hate you so fucking much!” you throw the nearest pillow at her, fuming, and she bursts out laughing, arms clutching her stomach as she doubles over.
she repeats your words, choking on her own giggles, “ ‘t-thank you so—’ ”
“get out!” you yell, the sound coming out all girlish and squeaky, flushed with embarrassment as you send a barrage of pillows her way.
the sight of her so exhilarated — literally rolling on the floor, her porcelain skin now a deep shade of red, unable to even properly speak through her laughter — eventually wore you down. you cracked a smile, your throws not stopping.
“s-shut up already!” you huffed out a small laugh, picking up the pillows that bunched up around her feet to hit her with them when your stock ended, “you’re the worst.”
she didn’t even bother protecting herself, flat on her back as she kicked her legs, and you joined in on her laughter too, giving her one last hit to the head before plopping down on her yourself.
“stop laughing!” you ordered, even though you were just as tickled, pinching her cheeks and stretching them out.
after a few minutes, your cackling finally subsided, leaving you both panting. you were still straddling her, her face marked by your long nails digging into her skin from your onslaught, as you tried to catch your breaths.
you flick her forehead, smiling down at her, “you’re not funny. you’re terrible, you don’t deserve my tea.”
“oh no,” her hands slide up to rub your hips, “not the tea.”
“but seriously though. thank you,” you brush away the mussy strands on her face, sweaty from all the movement, “you’re a cunt, but i do appreciate you going out of your way to help me out. so, thank you for that.”
“you’re so sappy, jingle bells.”
“you won’t get a reaction out of me. accept my thanks first.”
“i do.” she sighs, giving you a break, “you’re welcome, then.”
“good. i’m glad we’re on the same page.”
..
“.. also, toph?”
“mhm?”
“you do know that i can feel you groping my ass, right?”
she hums, giving it another unapologetic squeeze, “oh sorry, i’m blind. i thought it was.. your face.”
you roll your eyes, “my first impression of you was right, after all. you’re just a fucking pervert.”
“am nottt,” she quips, fondling the flesh without a care in the world, “you just have one hell of an ass on you. everyone else can see it, but i can’t. so be kind and let this poor, blind girl feel it.”
you slap the side of her head and get off her, limping off to the kitchen, using the walls as support, “i’m gonna piss in your tea. all nice and hot, just for you.”
you hear her shift on the floor behind you, “you promise?”
content: modern au, beefy!toph, bimbo!reader, first time meeting, both of you are kinda bitchy, no relationship (yet).. idk that’s all i can list
summary: you confront the pervert who won’t stop looking at your tits.. or not?
author’s note: i have a fluffier drabble up with a similar prompt! where you’re toph’s gyaru gf and eat sushi off her biceps ;) check it out here! also note that this is a modern au so don’t come at me if she’s slightly OOC.. i tried my best..
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the word “overdressed” simply did not exist in your vocabulary; skimpy clothes and fun accessories are what life’s about!
you relished the attention every time you went out, whether it was a cute girl whistling appreciatively or a scandalized old couple glaring at you like your presence itself was blasphemous.
nails long enough to inconvenience, big wild hair that you always doused with even more volume spray (no hair’s ever too big!!), mini skirt that rode up with the tiniest movement, stacked layers of jewelry looped around your neck, wrists, ankles; even your abdomen, with colorful waist beads that laid below your pierced navel.
with all that jingling, your friends often said they heard you before they saw you; you were recognizable by the very sway of your hips.
there you were now, legs crossed, scrolling on your phone as you rode the bus home. you could feel some people’s fleeting glances your way, and hell if you didn’t enjoy it each and every time. you’d grown used to acting unbothered, biting back a smile, like you didn’t notice all the attention on you — but you clearly knew what you were doing. if you noticed a particularly pretty girl looking at you from afar, you’d innocently fan yourself, using inexistent heat as an excuse to bunch up the hair hiding your back and nape, exposing more skin for her curious gaze.
of course, you’d always act surprised and flattered when she’d later come up to ask for your number. so easy.
and right now, your next likely prey was the quite attractive woman sitting in front of you. even though you pretended to be busy on your phone, you were hyperaware of her eyes on you. well, more specifically, on your tits.
you didn’t mind— hell, you even slightly leaned forward to accentuate your cleavage. after all, she was hot; buff arms resting behind her head, white tank top snug against her abs, long dark tousled hair, sweatpant-clad legs spread wide enough to bother the men on her sides. a potential fling.
you waited for a good while, but she made no move on you yet. she was just ogling you! ogling so hard that it was pretty difficult to act like you didn’t notice it.
that pissed you off. sure, you liked attention, but this was just a pervert. her eyes were drilling holes into your chest, and she didn’t even bother to glance up at your face once!
you decided to go for another approach, this time looking up at her yourself. maybe if you gave her attention first, she’d get embarrassed and properly hit on you or something.
you gave her one of your sultry smiles, tilting your head to further expose the delicate slope of your shoulder — then your eye twitched. she was still staring at your tits!
you huffed, now flustered, and sat up straight, pulling your top up so she could get the hint and drop it. jesus, did she have no shame?
her gaze lingered, and you felt your blood boil. what the fuck was her problem?
“stop staring, weirdo,” you finally barked, crossing your arms over your chest. that earns absolutely no answer from her, her eyes still stubbornly set on the swell of your breasts. seriously??
you scoffed, “hey, i said stop staring!” your voice raised up a notch, making some heads turn towards you. and even then, she did not budge. oh, that was it.
you got up from your seat, glaring down at her, “i’m talking to you, you fucking pervert. i said, stop staring at me!”
her eyes fluttered into a soft blink, her attention piqued, but she did not address you yet. by now, everybody was watching the scene unfold, and the embarrassment of being the only one speaking had heat creeping up your cheeks.
“stop acting so oblivious, you— you— you weirdo!” you stammered, anger rolling off you in hot waves, stepping closer to crowd the wide open space between her legs.
she looks up at you — well, more like at your chest again. you swore you felt a blood vessel burst in your brain right now. “are you talking to me?” she asks at last, voice low and genuine, casually making conversation with your tits.
“o-of course you! fucking pervert!” you scowled, voice cracked and high-pitched; all eyes were on you now. if there was one thing you hated more than perverts, it was the shameless ones who didn’t even try to hide it.
did she just expect you to be one of those shy scared girls who’ll just take it? wrong fucking person.
“you’re such a pig! i don’t know who the fuck you think you are, but you can’t just leer at a random girl’s boobs for the whole ride, then act all dumb— ah ah!” you interrupt her when her lips part, seemingly about to protest.
“no! i know what you’re gonna say. you think because i’m dressed like this, so slutty and revealing, it’s fine to look at me however you want?” you scoff, jabbing your finger into her chest harshly. “well that’s not how it works, you fucking sicko. and just because you’re a woman doesn’t make it any less creepy. the way i dress is not an invitation to sexually harass me, no matter how attractive i am.”
she frowns, mouth opening again, “but i—”
“nuh-uh— don’t even try!” you cut her off again, giving her another shove, “now that i exposed you, you’re going to play the confused victim? where was your shame when your eyes were literally stripping me naked a few seconds ago? or do you only remember it when you get caught, huh?”
a heavy silence filled the bus when you finished your loud rant. you were almost panting, heart thudding hard enough to shatter your ribs, hands shaky with nervousness and irritation. you weren’t just going to let this shit slide.
she stayed quiet until she was sure you had nothing left to say, then lazily scratched her head. “… i’m blind.”
…
that was one hell of a slap in the face. you expected many things to leave her mouth, but never could you have possibly predicted this one.
all the passengers immediately started whispering, many throwing you dirty looks and pitying the unbothered woman before you. you clenched your fists, chewing at your bottom lip, digging crescent shapes into your hands. you wished the bus would just crash right now to relieve you from this humiliation. you didn’t even know what to do or say in this situation.
“i—” you started, a guilty frown tugging at your features, still standing between her spread thighs, “i-i didn’t—”
she only cooed, sweetly waving you off, “aw, you didn’t know. that’s okay, no need to apologize. maybe next time, hold your horses and don’t be such a self-centered little bitch right off the bat, hm?”
you blinked. what?
“excuse me?”
“you’re excused.”
your brows furrowed, defensive again, “i’m not any of that. h-how was i supposed to know your intentions? all i saw was that you were ogling me! my reaction was warranted.”
she sighed, shaking her head like you were some disobedient child, “i told you i’m blind, and you still won’t take responsibility for the trouble you caused? just how entitled are you? all this ruckus over your tits. if i actually had sight and wanted to see some that bad, i sure as hell wouldn’t stare at yours. i don’t know why you think you’re such a hot shot.”
“i—!” you felt your cheeks flush at the quiet snickers around you, nails sinking deeper into your palms. “i-i’m not—”
she smiled, smug and taunting, and nudged your leg with her knee, “it’s okay. just save yourself the embarrassment, and go sit back down, yeah? the bus is still moving, you could trip.”
this wasn’t fair, at all. you felt tears pricking at your eyes. this wasn’t your fault! how were you supposed to know that she was blind!? this is how any normal person would react to a pervert! you wanted to argue further, somehow salvage this whole thing, but at the end of the day, you were the one at fault. you made a scene, and these were the consequences.
“i-i know i made a mistake,” you swallowed, trying to steel yourself, “but you don’t have the right to insult me. i didn’t do this on purpose, i didn’t know.”
“aw,” she crooned, her smile widening, “too bad. if you can make assumptions about me, then so can i. oh no, are you going to cry?”
that pulled a muffled sob out of you. you frantically rubbed at your eyes, mortified, “n-no i’m not! i.. i understand i was wrong, i just—”
“then sit.” she spat as she leaned back against her seat, looking bored. “if you know you’re wrong, shut up and get a move on. you’re bothering me.”
the longer this went on, the more of a spectacle you made of yourself. you could even hear phones being pulled out of bags, some discreetly recording the whole ordeal. this was definitely going into the list of embarrassing moments you’ll think of every night for the rest of your life.
“.. sorry,” you mumbled before deciding on sitting back down, refusing to look up from your lap. your fingers curled around the fabric of your skirt, deeply upset, as you tried ignoring the jokes circulating around you.
you counted the agonizingly long seconds left until you got home.
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the second the bus read out your stop, you instantly got up, excusing yourself as you squirmed through the gaps between the leaving passengers, desperate to get away as quickly as possible.
you finally hopped off with a relieved sigh, adjusting your clothes, face still red with shame. ugh, whatever, everybody in that bus will eventually forget about you anyway, and it’s not like you were going to see her again. no use dwelling on it.
you adjusted the heel strap that had been painfully digging into your calf, then started walking to your house.
“well well, if it isn’t jingle bells.” you squealed at the sudden voice pitching up behind you, startled, quickly turning back to face them — too quickly — only to end up tripping over yourself. you forgot you were wearing your seven inch platform heels.
the abrupt movement caused you to plop down right on your butt, as a god awful pain licked up your now probably twisted ankle to your spine, earning a loud wail from you.
“.. what the hell?” this time, you looked up at the source of the low voice. of course, what were the chances? there she was, her hands deep in the pockets of her sweats, her sightless eyes set on some place over your shoulder. “you’re so jumpy.”
you scoffed, rubbing at your ankle, “what do you want? i already said sorry, leave me alone.”
“so, you live around here too?”
a vein bulged through your forehead. why was she acting like nothing happened?
“yeah. wow, that’s great. same stop. i’m so happy.” you grumbled sarcastically, taking off your shoe to properly inspect the bruise.
she stayed quiet as you felt around the throbbing skin, biting back pained whimpers.
“is this entertaining to you?” you asked after a few minutes of her silently looming over you while you tended to your sprain.
she hummed, not moving an inch, “not really.”
“how did you even recognize me? aren’t you blind?”
“please, you sound like a fucking christmas tree when you walk. you’re a blind person’s dream.”
“…shut up.”
you exhaled, almost done. you just needed some sort of cloth to wrap it up nice and tight.. you reached for your ridiculously tiny bag, opening it, but oh who were you kidding— when did you ever carry anything other than lip gloss?
“need something?” she chimed in, picking up on the sound of your irritated rummaging.
“ugh, i just want some cloth or tissue to wrap around my foot, but i don’t have anything on me. all i carry with me are useless, useless things. always. seriously, why do i do that?”
she quietly listened to your continued rambling as you pressed down on your ankle with your own hands, when the sound of fabric ripping reached your ears. the moment you decided to lift your head, a torn white piece of cloth landed right on your face.
“it should do,” she casually put her hands back in her pockets. you grabbed it off your eyes, looking up at her, and noticed the wide tear on her tank top. and her now deliciously exposed abs.
you cleared your throat, and for a moment you were glad she was blind and couldn’t see how distracted you were by her muscles (after that whole fight about her “leering”.. talk about hypocrisy.) “t-thank you, you didn’t have to.”
she shrugged, “you’re miserable. just doing charity work.”
could she not be normal for one minute? you sighed, setting your protests to the side for now, grateful for the help, and wrapped the obtained fabric over your swollen flesh.
“what street are you on?”
“oh,” you looked behind you, pointing at the small alley to your right, “that one.”
she huffed, unamused, “i’m blind.”
“oh, right.” you blushed, “i live next to betty’s bakery.”
she grinned, leaning down, “i’m always at betty’s bakery.”
and just like that, right there in the middle of the street, as if the past hour didn’t happen at all, you bonded over chocolate pastries.
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the cold pavement was starting to freeze your poor butt, especially with how tiny your skirt was, so you shifted on your hands and knees, cautiously getting up.
“son of a bitch!” you cursed when you let your injured foot touch the floor, a hot sting rippling through your limb, causing you to immediately lift it off again. you rested your hand on her shoulder for balance, standing on your one good leg.
her hand found the curve of your waist, pulling you closer, “careful, ankle sprains hurt like hell.” she feels around the ground to find your discarded heel and picks it up as well, “especially with shoes this big. jesus, why do you even need this? has to be height-fishing.”
you scoffed, “that’s not even a word.”
“well, it should be. just for you, actually.”
“shut up. they’re cute platforms and— ah!” you yelped as you felt your entire body get swept up in the air. her right arm hooked under your lower back, picking you up bridal style with ease, using only one hand, while she held your shoe with her free one.
“woah,” she squeezed your bare thigh, a sly smirk tugging at her lips, “you really are wearing nothing. no wonder you thought i was ogling you.”
“y—you—” you felt all your words melt into goo, growing redder as you stammered, feeling her buff, thick forearms curl against your naked flesh. your brain short-circuited.
“hold on tight,” she added, adjusting you in her grasp to slot you perfectly against her chest, then began walking. “watch my steps for me though. i can carry you, but i sure as hell can’t see where i’m going.”
that snapped you out of your stupor with a small chuckle, nervously wrapping your arms around her neck, “alright, thanks.”
you clung to her, a pleasant silence settling between you both, the only sound filling the background being the clinking of your bangles.
“you’re not that much of a bitch, jingle bells.” she finally spoke, a smug smile on her face.
you breathed out a laugh, “and you’re not a pervert, i guess.”
she chuckled, giving your ass an approving squeeze.
you rolled your eyes, “or maybe you are.”
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* mm.. the dillema.. make it a series or not.. maybe.. maybe not..
part 2 here!!
will come back soon with the knight!toph fic i promise!!
you’re feeding me with all ur toph content. could you write a jealous reader for toph? Say, maybe with Tagah that she thinks he’s attractive??
adult toph x jealous!reader
content: nsfw (mostly implied), girlfriend!reader, possessive!reader, reader walks toph like a dog, lots of praise.
summary: toph calls taga attractive, so you get mad at her. (inspired by that scene)
note: short blurb! if you want a more angsty jealous reader fic, check out this one. enjoy <3
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toph sighed, playing with a rock. “just give me a straight confirmation, is he attractive?”
“he’s very attractive.” zuko replied immediately, earning him weird looks from all of you.
you huffed, looking down at the man sprawled on the floor, “he’s not that attractive.”
“really?” toph pitched up, “he sure smells like it. feels real muscular too.”
your eye twitched as you watched her feel up his arms, looking delighted, “oh wow, he’s big.”
your glare was drilling holes into the back of her head, the others nervously watching you and exchanging glances between each other. they wanted to shoot her a warning look, too bad she was blind.
“i see,” you spat, making aang next to you flinch back, “how about you date him then, since he’s so fucking attractive?”
you got up, angrily storming off, catching a mumbled “yikes” from katara. “babee!” toph groaned, calling out to you, as you completely ignored her and left.
she exhaled, leaning back, “what is she upset about this time?”
they all stared at her, exasperated. katara rolled her eyes, “you were all up on him, toph. you know how she gets.”
she whined, “oh please, she’s my girlfriend! i was just calling him hot. it was an objective statement. i’m not interested in him.”
“well,” zuko cleared his throat, “you might as well get interested in coffin prices if you don’t follow after her right now.”
they all collectively agreed, and she grumbled, pushing herself up. “so unfair..”
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“babe, pleasee, you know i didn’t—”
“shut up,” you sulked, buried in the corner of a small cave, knees to your chest. you looked away, “go back to your boyfriend taga.”
she sighed, forcefully tugging you into her lap. “no. you’re gonna listen to me.”
“let me go!”
“no.”
you huffed, glaring at her. she rubbed your hips soothingly, “you know i didn’t mean it that way, sweetheart. you’re my girl.”
you stayed quiet, still mad.
she pulled you closer, your plush chest flush against her bandaged one, “you’re the hottest for me.”
you pouted, unconvinced, “i look nothing like him. and you found him attractive. it makes no sense.”
toph only caressed your thighs apologetically, “my wording was just wrong, babe. it was nothing deep, i swear. plus, you’re stronger anyway.”
“hmph,” you mumbled, “i am stronger..”
she chuckled, sliding her hands under your skirt to feel up your legs, “you are. you’re so sexy.”
you scoffed, getting slowly buttered up. “i am sexy..”
“that’s right,” she leaned down to press a warm open mouthed kiss to your neck. “the sexiest. in no world could he ever compare to you. he’s just a big hunk of meat.”
you hummed, still glaring at her, but softening, “keep going.”
“the smartest,” another wet kiss. “the prettiest, the most beautiful and gorgeous girl in the world.. i’m so lucky to have you.”
you watched her kiss her way up your neck to your jaw, to then finally claim your lips in a heated kiss.
you wrapped your arms around her neck, sliding your tongue into her hot mouth, as her hands slipped to grip your ass, pulling you totally flush against her.
“i won’t forgive you next time,” you nipped at her bottom lip, hard.
she grinned, licking the small cut, “yes ma’am.”
and your eager mouths were immediately back on each other, making out as you discarded your clothes, right there on that plot of dirt.
she earthbended some stone underneath you for support, gently laid you down on it, then spread your legs open.
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“what’s taking them so long?” zuko asked, counting pebbles next to his feet.
katara hummed, worried, “maybe they’re still arguing. i hope they’re okay.”
aang shrugged. “they’ll be fine. she’s probably still screaming at toph.”
oh you were screaming alright.
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a/n: fun fact bakugo is in my favorite anime charas oat. he was one of the first characters i rlly loved so expect a crazy amount of this bitch on my page (¬`‸´¬)
ꉂ ᵎᵎ cw/tw: dot humor/crack, some suggestive jokes, fem!(?)reader (the personality can vary from ss to ss, one is explicitly bisexual!reader), established relationships, overw*tch mention, joke about “curing” bisexuality, joke about transitioning/hrt, joke about threesome, mommy jokes, joke about a/b/o, features: izuku, katsuki, hanta, eijirou, denki, shoto... possibly ooc sero but he's not serious... text doesnt convey tone properly 😢... he's just joking...
ꉂ ᵎᵎ a/n: this is a reblog from my old account
ꉂ ᵎᵎ synopsis: how you harmlessly bother them ^_^
ꉂ ᵎᵎ original a/n: for shoto’s i don’t think he’d know what sanrio is nor overwatch so that’s why you go along with his recognition of “anime girls.” also i made this before i knew the actually price of the bundle
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