#meaty arms i need to bite him SO BAD

[satormi]

18+ MINORS DNI

your fav who doesn’t usually let you dom him in bed because he thinks it’ll be too much for you to handle, but let’s you just this once because you’ve been begging him for a while now and wants to see what you’re capable of.

you have his hands tied up to prevent him from touching you as you give slow, agonizing strokes to his hard cock, giggling every time his hips instinctively buck into your soft hands.

he can see the way your eyes shimmer as you stare at his angry red tip in amazement, purposely gliding your thumb on the tip to wipe away the precum that’s already forming.

“f-fuck. after this, i’m going to fuck your cunt so hard.” he groans— borderline whimpers. “gonna fuck you real deep.”

you think you might be obsessed with the sight in front of you. his rosy cheeks, lips red and glossy from biting down on them, and his abs clenching when your fist moves up his shaft to squeeze his tip. now seeing him like this is to die for.

“yeah, baby? i’d like that. you know i like it hard and fast.” you keen, softly placing your head to rest on one of his thighs as your hand glides up and down his cock, “baby... i think you’re enjoying this too much, you’re leaking an awful lot of cum!”

he lets out a bitter laugh that turns into a moan when you squeeze him at the base. “stop fucking with me. if anything, this is all torturous. i’d rather fuck my own fist.”

at that, you squint your eyes and pout at the man before letting out a chuckle. so sassy. your boyfriend looked too cute like this. the way his meaty arms bulged against the restraints had your mouth practically watering. you could get used to seeing him like this more often.

“hmm, too bad... and i was gonna let you cum too...” you sigh with faux disappointment, letting go of his cock to place both your hands on either side of his thigh. you looked up at the ceiling, as if pondering over how you were going to let him cum when really, you still planned to edge him for another 20 minutes. in the corner of your eye, you could see his cock twitch, causing a smirk to form on your face.

“i wonder what all your friends would think seeing you like this, hm?” you whisper, grabbing his member and giving his tip a quick kiss. he moans at the contact “what do you think, honey?”

“just... let’s get this over with.”

“mm, no.” you shrug, maintaining eye contact with his cock as you continue your slow strokes. “only if you beg for it like a good boy.”

“the fuck you did you just say?”

and there it is — that deadly glare that immediately sends shivers down your spine. that stare alone was capable of making you untie him and let him fuck you raw. but you look past it, wondering how long it would take to really push his buttons.

“you are fucking done. untie me.” he grits. all the patience he has had with you before, was almost completely gone and he just needed you to give him one more reason for him to break out these restraints and fuck you senseless. in truth, he could’ve broke free a long time ago, but when he saw the excitment in your eyes, how could he say no to his girl?

you laugh bitterly, “last time i checked, you’re the one who’s done for. i could decide to leave you here and not let you cum at all and-“

but before you can even process everything, your boyfriend’s hand wrap around your throat, his grip unwavering as he stares at you dead in the eye.

“how about you beg me to go easy on you, huh?”

— TOJI, iwaizumi, shuuji hanma, SANZU HARUCHIRO, gojo satoru, geto suguru, MANJIRO SANO, nanami kento, sakusa kiyoomi, eren yeager, SUKUNA RYOMEN ++ your favs!

#romi’s eighteen+ #jjk smut #jjk x reader #jujustu kaisen smut #gojo x reader #gojo smut #toji x reader #toji smut #iwaizumi smut #geto smut #geto x reader #tokyo revengers #tokyo rev smut #tokyo rev x reader #aot x reader #aot smut #haikyuu smut #haikyuu x reader #sakusa smut #sakusa x reader #gojo satoru #geto suguru #eren smut #nanami smut #nanami x reader #sukuna smut #sukuna x reader #gojo satoru x you #toji fushiguro smut #★⋆˚ signed by romi !

[kinq-sleazee]

ok ok , so i don’t want to write a full blown structured ficlet with all the bells and whistles so can we maybe just chat a bit about poly krbk tings?

E. Kirishima X K. Bakugo X Reader

TW! MDNI - Poly , Aged Up, poor writing, seggs

Imagine being best friends with KRBK and just inserting yourself into their lives as a sort of “platonic” third until it’s not really platonic anymore.

Like these two men love you and respect your friendship but the irrepressible attraction between the three of you is just getting too hard to ignore. Especially after a night out at the bar leads you back to their shared apartment.

And maybe the alcohol makes you a little bold and you make some silly little joke like , “let’s just fuck it out of our systems” but you soon quickly realize that you’re the only one laughing.

Between the two of them you never really stood a chance.

Katsuki holds your chin—thumb slowly pressing into your mouth while peering down at you with those fiery eyes. He looks bored almost. Only quirking a brow when you swallow around the digit and moan at the taste. Sweet. From his quirk , no doubt. He talks down to you. As if admonishing a pet. Calls you names. Whore. Slut. Claims that you’ve been planning this all along—secretly waiting for the day to choke on his cock. “That’s all you are. A hole”. At this point he’s pushed three fingers in your mouth. Slowly fucking into your throat while saliva runs down his arm. “I wish you could see yourself, cupcake. S’fucking pathetic how desperate you look”. You want him so bad right now. It’s embarrassing, so you can’t help the tear that falls. “Fuck— you cryin’ , cupcake? So damn cute. Want ya to cry sum more. Fuck that little kitty so hard… turn ya into a poundcake.

Eijiro is nicer than his lover, at least it seems that way at first. He holds you against his front, you can feel his erection pressing into your back. Kissing from the nape of your neck to your shoulder. Bite marks and bruises littering your skin. However, your focus is on the deft fingers skimming up your thighs , rising the fabric of your dress above your hips and running the pad of his finger over your clothed clit. You can feel him smile against your skin. He calls you beautiful. His angel. Perfection. All while fucking the fabric of your panties into your needy hole. “Think you were made for me, darling. Gonna feel so good wrapped around me. That’s what you want , yeah ? Wanna squeeze on daddy’s dick, baby girl ?”

It’s not nearly enough stimulation and you’re literally begging them for something. Anything. You need it at this point.

They oblige. Swiftly undressing you and positioning you in your hands and knees.

Eijiro rubs his meaty cockhead against your quivering hole. It’s big. Painfully so. You whine and attempt to move earning a sharp slap to your thigh. “Didn’t you ask for this, darling ? Why are you running ? Tryna disappoint me ?” And you’re overwhelmed. Chest heaving , eyes blurry and babbling apologies. The redhead hums in acknowledgment and pushes in fully with one powerful thrust.

Bakugo doesn’t really care to hear your cries so he shuts you up with his cock. With a hand buried in your hair he pistons in and out of your mouth, setting a brutal pace. He stops ever so often to let you breathe or spit in your mouth but then it’s right back to choking on his cock.

They use you for their pleasure this first time. Rutting into you carelessly, sloppily chasing their orgasms. Of course they make you cum— Eijiro rubbing your clit and Katsuki pinching your nipples — but it lacks finesse.

When the post-nut clarity settles their able to really tend to your needs. Katsuki settles between your legs, whispering sweet praises to your “pretty little pussy” then running the flat of his tongue through your cum coated folds. Eijiro joins him, drinking up his own spend while sucking on your pleasure point and massaging Bakugo’s tongue with his own.

You’re dead tired and sensitive when you cum again but much to your despair and pleasure these two are just getting started.

#♛♚|the king speaks #mha bakugou #bakugou smut #bakugo x reader #bakugo smut #mha bakugo smut #bakugo x black reader #eijiro kirishima smut #eijiro kirishima #mha kirishima #kirishima smut #kirishima x bakugou #kirishima x reader #kiribaku #krbk x reader #kiribaku x reader #kiribaku x black reader

[veah10]

BOB VELSEB X READER HEADCANONS!!

Feed children. Feed

<SFW/Fluff>

- he LOVES to compliment you!! Although they can be a bit weird…. And cannibalistic-ly creepy… but hes trying his best give credit on that

- Hes pretty darn tall and strong. He likes to hook his arms around your waist and lift you up. Maybe if hes in the best mood he’ll even spin you around a couple times

- He likes to hold you. He loves cuddling and everything. As long as he can make sure your close around him hes okay

- Sometimes he’ll zone out and start rubbing his hand on your arm and giving it the occasional squeeze. Probably calculating how much meat in on that arm

- Now due to his.. job,, he leaves home very early and comes home late. Sad that hes not around you as much as he wants too , he’ll make sure to spoil you the entire time hes there

- He’ll cook you food and give you cooking lessons!!

- Your fridge is split into two parts. The first one is your side, and the second one is his very rotten and meaty side.

- He doesn’t speak as often, but he tries his best to strike up a conversation.

- He’ll ask you for help in removing his mask.. makeup.. whatever

- He liked shared baths!! Doesn’t have to become horny or anything he just wants to hold you

- Sometimes in your baths with him you’ll scrub blood off his back. He likes back scratches and sometimes gets sleepy when you do

- Adding on to the last one if hes having trouble sleeping SCRATCH HIS BACK!!!!!! ( i projected with this one )

- When hes not having trouble sleeping he’ll hold you and make you lay on his stomach. He’ll never fall asleep first because he loves watching you sleep <3 seeing you sleeping helps him sleep.

<Nsfw/smut>

- Loves holding you by the waist as he fucks you

- Hes a topper, but he doesnt mind being a bottom. As long as his beloved is likin it

- He’ll praise you while doing the deed. Basically like ‘ my little angel ‘ ‘ precious meat ‘ all that good stuff yknow

- Hes not long but.. girth.

- He loves leaving little cream pie either in your ass or in your coochie depending on what ya got down there. Or both. Who knows

- HE LOVES MISSIONARY!! he likes how it gives him full access to your body and facial expressions

- When hes looking down at you, he’ll hold your face up and make you stare in his eyes.

- Hes a bit demanding sometimes, he’ll boss you around like a dog if he wants

- Hes big on safewords, his safe word is “ knife “

- When he gets too into the moment he’ll most probably hold a knife up to your neck.

- He likes leaving little cuts and bites on your thighs.

- When hes tasting you he’ll occasionally break on and take a hard bite at your leg

- He loves it when you scream, he’ll encourage you to moan as loud as possible!!

- AFTERCARE!!!

- Cuddles, so many cuddles. Your face will be smashed in his man boobs.

- He’ll hold you close as he praises you too sleep

- Normally he’ll deal with cuts in the morning but if they’re super bad and reader needs it he’ll go full blown doctor mode

A bit rushed i wrote most of these in a school bathroom leave me alone

#bob velseb x reader #spooky month bob #bob velseb

[blneobin]

10 BL boys I want carnally <3

Much much love to @ayansbff for tagging me!! I hope you know what you’re in for cause tagging me in a post to simp?? ok! I have a reason to SCREAM about these men who made me question my asexuality.

Mantrisanu - Jeng (Step by Step)

nobody but my acemate (@mooniyuta) knows just how obsessed I was with Mantrisanu during the Step by Step era. When I tell ya I forgot I was ace as soon as I saw his giant 1.90m ass on screen.. I forgot I was even a person. I am a squirrel needing to climb a tree. WOW! just WOW!! Step by Step? No! Step On Me.

Jam Rachata - Tinn/Jiu (Laws Of Attaction/To Sir With Love)

just Jam Rachata in general. He’s just a few years older than me but I will call him Daddy. When I saw him in Laws of Attraction I was intrigued then I stayed for the plot then I got hooked with their chemistry. Lucky for me I’ve never watched To Sir With Love before, so I did… and I can hear the wedding bells ringing as soon as I saw how his hunky meaty goodness handle that rusted half scissors turned murder weapon.

First Kanaphan - Alan/Sand (Moonlight Chicken/Only Friends)

I’ve been salivating for this man since Not Me. I suffered through The Shipper for this man. It’s not just his beautiful handsome gorgeous self that does it for me, its also his charm. Like he’s so charming and has this aura about him that’s just warm and homey. His smile is like the most beautiful smile I’ve ever seen. His eyes are just so sparkly and beautiful, if I ever meet him irl I’d probably trip over myself getting lost in them. I understand Khaotung not wanting to share him with anyone because I would do the same.

Bright - Yai (I Feel You Linger In The Air)

He’s so handsome I can cry. This man is like Jam x2. Like he has such a perfect face for male lead in romance genre. Where has he been all my life?? Maybe its Yai the character that feeds my deluluism, but when General Yai popped up in ifylita with a freakin porn stache and I wasn’t immidiately appalled, I knew I was a goner.

Neo - Boston (Only Friends)

Neo has always been cute to me. Catches my eye in every series he’s in but then Only Friends happened AND I WAS FLOORED!!! It was like ya know when you enter your teen years and that cute person you’ve grown up with had a growth spurt and you’re like daaaang when did you get hot 👀 Yeah that’s me with Neo.

Ohm Pawat - Pat (Bad Buddy)

specifically Ohm as Pat cause he was chunky and meaty and oof his arms were distracting as fuck. Anytime he showed up with that damn tank top I was like pls may I bite. He’s just so *feral animalistic growling* I personally love a man whos chunky meaty mucles and looks like they can lift me. AND HIS SMILE??? HIS TWINKLING EYED SMILE?!?!?!?! I’m gone. what a baaaabe!!!

Try imagining? alrighty if you say so 😚

Keita Machida - Kurosawa (Cherry Magic)

I remember watching cherry magic for the first time in 2020 and I was in awe. He is so dreamy and handsome. I hate to say it again guys but.. his smile!! Like I’m obsessed with him!! Both me and bestie screamed when we saw him in Alice In Borderland (overgrown blondie with roots showing and he is messy and he smokes and I was barely breathing) and then scream cried when his head EXPLODED!?!?!?!) Anyway, I’d marry this guy. like legit.

Earth Pirapat - Jim (Moonlight Chicken)

I am not done with the young dilfs. I have no other words other than !! HIM !! like I would need to make a seperate Earth appreciation post to start talking about him. This post is getting too long anyway so I’m gonna not say much here but.. just know I would drop everything for him.

Papang - Gumpa (Not Me)

my need for Papang to suffocate me in his tiddies arms is like my human need to eat to keep myself sustained. He just looks like the best recharging station. That doesn’t make sense but it makes sense.

Even going through the gif list to choose a Papang gif gave my tummy flips

Bosston Suphadach - Pruk (Between Us)

THERE’S A NEWBIE ON MY LIST WOO!!! I feel like because he hasnt been here long and has only played sub-minor parts, people forgot about him .. BUT I. DID. NOT. <3 Did you see him in between us alongside Sammy?? Yes. I too would be purposefully tripping in front of him so that he can hold me in his big strong arms. Also him and the doctor in Be My Favourite?? SIIIIICKKK!!!! Let’s just say I’m excited to watch their spinoff next year ✨

I’ve got a few more but these men are mainly the ones that I need to have. In conclusion, Big Guy, Big Arms, Big Smiles. Love them, Love Him.

thank you lovely gif makers @zhivchik @mushiemadarame @rayandgay @wanderlust-in-my-soul @kiyosuku @warmday @sunsetandthemoon @bunnakit @daikunart and lovely moots @dramalets @drama-nonsense @mooniyuta @mooninagust @these-emo-thoughts @sparklyeyedhimbo @khaotungsfirst @blue-grama @absolutebl @troubled-mind who enable this obsession.

#blneobin #tagged #BL nation

[heartsoji]

cherry pop

kunimi akira x reader

summary: you, a volleyball player, are getting advice from your also volleyball player boyfriend, kunimi akira, on how to gain muscle.

a/n: akira is criminally underrated i actually love him sm wtf why does no one talk abt him

warnings: a lil suggestive? but not rlly just some kisses &lt;3

"this is actually so nasty."

you'd been chewing on a piece of beef sausage for a solid minute now, and you couldn't bring yourself to swallow it. it was too big and like.. meaty? damn the taste was getting overwhelming now and you wanted to spit it out.

"you're the one who asked how to build muscle. you gotta have protein after working out. would you rather have my protein peanut butter powder on ezekiel bread instead?" he smirked, getting down to your eye level, knowing how much you hate the texture of peanut butter.

you pouted. "you're so cruel."

"you asked. i'm helping."

you rolled your eyes before finally managing to swallow that last bite of beef sausage.

"bleh. that was getting really gamey. i need something sweet to wash it down, ugh." you spit.

"you have such a sweet tooth, you know that?"

"you say that like it's a crime! i just like sweets, is that so bad?"

he chuckled. "don't worry y/n. i've got you and your sweets kink."

"it's not a kink!"

"yeah, yeah."

you scowled and turned around, arms crossed, eyes closed, when suddenly, you were met with a cold, wet, sensation.

"AEEEE! oh my god-AKIRA!"

he batted his lashes at you. "yes, y/n, dear? i've retrieved a can of soda to satisfy your desires.."

"don't press it to my cheek like that, its so cold!"

he laughed. "kinda the point, babe. here, drink up."

his stupidly handsome face melted away your fake-anyways anger. you popped open the can and took a big chug.

"mmmm! that hits the spot! so good!" you said, savoring the sweet cherry flavor and the way the carbonation tingled in your throat.

"i'll never understand your obsession with that stuff. i mean, is it really that good?" he questioned.

"yeah!" you replied. you want a little taste?" you asked, offering him the can.

"yeah."

with that, instead of taking a sip from the can, he gave you a sweet kiss on the lips that made you melt.

when he pulled away, he licked his lips and sent you a look that sent shivers down your spine. "i kinda get it now. it is pretty good."

you ignored the racing in your heartbeat. "right?"

"and oh, hey, look!"

you looked around. "huh?"

"that cherry flavor was pretty good, but i like this one better," he said, cupping your cherry-red cheeks.

you couldn't help but laugh. you knew that if you told akira's team about this cheesey side of him, they'd raise their eyebrows and go, "huh? kunimi? no way, that's just too hard to believe." you were kind of glad, though. you got this version of him all to yourself. you stared up at him with a goofy lovesick grin.

"god, i love you."

he smiled in return.

"ok! now that you have something to wash down the sausage, how about we try my protein pasta?"

"NOOOO"

lolol my brain when the big meaty sausage came up resisted the urge to make my first spicy post(even though i'd probs get embarrassed and erase it after bc i know myself well enough to know that there's no way i can write anything more than slightly suggestive)

#i had this idea when i was chewing on a rlly gamey piece of sausage #i have mixed feelings on this #it was a good idea just poor execution LMAO #kunimi akira #hq kunimi #kunimi x reader #kunimi fluff #haikyuu kunimi #kunimi akira x reader #kunimi drabble #kunimi drabbles #kunimi imagine #kunimi scenario

[ronearoundblindly]

Common Education Drabble

Jimmy Dobyne x Professor!Reader (see series) (Jimmy is 24, Reader is 27-28)

Summary: Kissing in the Rain.

Let's face it. I am just in the mood to read all the kisses and then I thought of this outfit and...yeah. So here ya go. (Clothing described in a slightly modernized way, FYI, it's not exact.) WC 522

Fat, heavy rain pummels the concrete and asphalt outside the bakery. You knew the storm would not abate soon, but you two apparently chose the wrong moment to bolt. You only make it to a tiny alley with a small strip of awning for some random back door. The dry patch is so small that even nearly chest to chest, Jimmy’s head gets soaked by the runoff of the canvas above him. 

“It’s fine. I’ll just get wet,” he says with a smirk, one eye shut to avoid several small rivers cascading over his hat’s brim.

He’s wearing suspenders over an old and stained henley, his cap covering bedhead, you’re sure. The boy really has no impression of fashion—man, you remind yourself. Jimmy Dobyne is 100% man, especially with his biceps and forearms set to burst that poor, white shirt. Even the stains scream ‘working man,’ and you are staring as that fabric turns translucent across his shoulders.

“I’m already wet anyway,” you blurt, airy, without thought, gaze locked on his. Your heavy breathing brushes you against him over and over.

He shakes his head gently, knocking a fair amount of cool rain directly down the front of your blouse, and you gasp.

“Can’t just…say shit like that, ma’am.”

It’s proper, yes, but also taunting when he slips casual curses in. It’s like Jimmy’s subtle way of reminding you he is your equal, barely younger, wiser than you in as many ways as you are wiser than him. He’s towering and protective with a musk of danger and painstaking care. His stance is guarded, controlled, and completely feral. 

What really breaks you, though, is when he tilts back up to eye you from beneath those long, long lashes.

“You’re too beautiful.” There’s a hint of white as he bites his bottom lip. “Don’t want you to wash away.”

Fuck it.

You lace your arms around his neck, fingers deep in his dripping hair, and pull him to you.

He’s quick to respond, rushing to latch on and hold you. His broad hands frame your sides, sliding up your ribs until he can push you higher up the wall, pining you at the perfect level. 

The man is strong.

His thumbs stay gently caressing the swell of your breasts through your damp shirt. His knee slots between your legs, hiking your skirt up. The rain angles in the wind to splatter over your bare shins, and your heel slips completely out of one shoe.

It’s magical.

“So beautiful,” Jimmy moans against your mouth, his body thrusting you harder against the steel door to shake it ever so slightly on its hinges. His hands abandon your breasts to cage your face, forcing your own arms to fall and pathetically grasp at his meaty sides.

He pulls back—just his lips—for a split second as his bright blue eyes roam your lust-filled features. When his gaze lands back on your parted and panting mouth, he whispers, “shouldn’t want you so bad.”

He doesn’t let your answering whine kiss the open air. That’s wonderful though because he wants you. You’re Jimmy’s girl now.

Tagging interested parties: @whiskeytangofoxtrot555 @jennmurawski13-writes @ashesofblackroses

A/N: ugh, i have far, far too much to do. gotta make a graphic for this series. gotta map out the whole story. need to keep stop imagining these plot-free moments of hng. it's fine. I'm fine. it'll be fine... or... OR...y'all could just send me more thots and we shall all 'suffer' together...could work...just saying...

[Main Masterlist; Ko-Fi]

#jimmy dobyne #jimmy dobyne fanfiction #jimmy dobyne x reader #jimmy dobyne x you #jimmy dobyne smut #common education #jimmy dobyne modern au #modern au #professor!reader #teacher!reader #jimmy dobyne fluff

[tf2-oneshots]

hello! can i request a soldier x spy fic that spy takes soldier to go on a victory date because they won over the blue team and they go to a Really fancy restaurant and solly get embarrassed that he doesn’t know how to use fancy forks and spoons and spy helps him out, spy not getting frustrated with solly lake of knowledge on all the fancy stuff and in the end enjoying their meal (sorry for being a long request i just NEED more content of them and Thank you very much in advance!!!)

Never be sorry for long requests!! You have no IDEA how much i love these goofballs

Warnings: none!

Rating: General

His collar is itchy. His blazer is sweaty. His shoes are too tight. Soldier gives his tie a gentle tug, hoping to loosen it enough for him to breathe. He looks down to his arm where Spy linked hers. He looks so graceful. Every step in her heels is smooth as if he’s worn them hundreds of times. He probably has actually. The same goes for her dress. A smooth burgundy that hugs her figure down to the knees. Beneath it, a pair of nude stockings sit upon shaved legs.

The waiter guides them to their table. Soldier does his best to squeeze through the sea of tables despite the strange look. The waiter probably doesn’t realize that Soldier is, well, a soldier! He knew taking off his helmet was a bad idea. Even if Spy knows, it’s not enough for Jane. What good are his medals if he never shows them?

“We’ll start with salads.” Even her words are graceful. Soldier looks around, trying to make sense of the whole restaurant. It’s Italian, which explains the strange decorations. It should be American themed with flags and steaks!

“Is everything alright, Jane?” Spy looks up from her menu. His red lipstick shines in the low lighting. How the hell is anyone meant to look at the menu let alone see?

“I am perfectly fine!” A few odd looks. Damnit, too loud. Soldier lowers his head, focused on the menu. Where are the pictures? What the hell is ‘mersalsa’? If anything, he can point to something random and hope for the best. That usually works.

Soldier glances at the glasses of wine poured for them. He grabs the neck with his fist, which makes Spy raise her brow. Okay, maybe just his thumb and index? No, that’s not it. Damnit, how does Spy do it again?

“I’m surprised to see you interested in wine, mon étoile.” Spy can’t count the number of times he watched Soldier guzzle cans of beer. Certainly enough for him to wind up blackout drunk, and naked, in the common room. A traumatic sight for a very unfortunate Scout.

“I like wine. It tastes…good.” He takes a sip, resisting the urge to gag. Damn thing tastes like rotten grapes. How can Spy sip it so easily? Soldier watches her drink and quickly fixes how he holds the wine glass. Its a shock that his big, meaty hand didn’t shatter the thin glass.

Their salads finally arrive. Soldier isn’t sure why it has little red things that look like raisins, but he doesn’t mention it. He unrolls the silverware only to see three forks, four spoons, and two knives. Soldier reaches for the middle fork. No, wait, the one on the left. The biggest fork has to be for the main course, right? So its the tiny one, or is that the dessert fork?

As Spy bites into her cranberry salad, he notices the turmoil Soldier is in. His hand hovers over the forks, and the spoons for a brief minute, struggling to pick the one for salads. Her hand lays atop his, guiding him to the middle one.

“That one, dearest.” Soldier thanks her and finally begins eating. He tries to shovel massive clumps of lettuce into his mouth, but Spy clears her throat. He takes the smaller knife, demonstrating how to cut into their starter before taking a bite.

Soldier wants to beat the crap out of whoever made so many different types of utensils. He gives a grumble, trying to cut the lettuce without shaking the table. He’s not trying to be so brutish, but its all he knows! How can Spy do this with every meal? They should just get rid of forks and only use hands like nature intended!

“Jane, I don’t mind if you don’t know which one to use.” Their empty plates are set aside. Soldier tries to relax, but his shirt is one slouch away from bursting open. He grabs one of the rolls from the basket, ripping it in half only to groan. He’s supposed to use a knife! Is he even allowed to pick it up with a bare hand?

“I wanted to impress you. I know you like fancy men, but I learned my manners in the trenches.” Meaning Soldier would roll around in abandoned war zones and pray he didn’t step on a landmine. Would be fun now since he has respawn, but not so much as a 10 year old digging for free memorabilia.

“I’m not dating you for your manners. I’m dating you because I love you.” Spy reaches over, cupping his face affectionately. The two share a kiss, and Spy does the unthinkable. He takes a dinner roll and rips it in half like a barbaric animal. Soldier laughs, raising one of his halves like a glass and clinking it against Spy’s.

While not a perfect man, nor one with refined taste in any way, Soldier is a good lover. Spy doesn’t mind his improper ways of eating or the amount of sauce that managed to stain his mouth. She loves Soldier, flaws and all. Even if they get a few side eyes during dinner. He can always stab anyone that gives them trouble.

Need me a girl like Spy -H

#team fortress 2 #tf2 #tf2 requests #tf2 spy #tf2 soldier #freedom fries #soldierspy

[atombonniebaby]

WIP Weekend

Thanks to @theartofblossoming for the tag!

Tagging fellow creatives (no obligations here either!): @druidgroves @fallout-new-mudkip @galaxycunt @just-another-wasteland-merc @maccreadysbaby @perfectlypreservedpie @sassenashsworld @sirmanmister @willinglyghoulified

As for me? My Dudes, she's been writing! (and procrastinating said writing by playing fo4 and making screenshots!)

So here's an update on MacBeth!

Been smoothing out the timeline! Trying to take my time to get the pacing right! [I'm excited because it's getting meaty and falling into place...it's getting chonky!!]

Coming up:

Enter Mayor MacCready (Sim Settlements 2 makes this a reality, btw!)

Mac's past as a Gunner comes back to bite him. (Featuring Quincy and Sunglasses)

A wee bit o romance to fix up (and bewilder) a lonesome merc

Mac steps up big-time (MM stuff, SS2 cast come in, and I love 'em!)

Some more angst (okay, most of it is probably angst.)

Winter is Coming...and it bringeth the Feral Hordes (I apologize in advance, Mac!)

Thar be an imposter among us...

Responsibility weighs heavily...Guilt be crippling!

(Oh look, this is roughly where I originally started this fic like a rookie!)

To follow: A bunch of other stuff I've been cooking up over the year (Expect Reunions, Lamplighters all grown up, more bad jokes, heartache, and (I hope) big reveals.)

For Now:

Here's a scene from an upcoming 3 chapter story arc.

Since Duncan was featured in my posts this week, I found myself revisiting the flashback that leads to the moment Mac makes the promise to his son. The full rewrite will now reveal the identity of 'The Stanger.'

The Promise

Awakening to Duncan’s demands for attention, he’s alone, and RJ bristles, the faint smell of newborn mingling with the antiseptic of the surgery overwhelming. After a minute of psyching himself up, he bundled the screeching infant into his arms and moved for the door, hoping to find some bleeding heart to ease his headache—he didn't get that far. 

Goddammit, the little shit had to stop crying, didn’t he? Trying to ignore the feel of Duncan's small fingers curling around his, he shrugs off the comforting pull of the bundle of warmth in his shaking arms and cradles his son close, sinking back into the chair, the fingers on his free hand clinging to Lucy’s. It's the first moment of peace in days, a fleeting respite, and it’s too much. His steely exterior cracks, and the quiet, simmering tears spill over.

RJ cleared his throat as the airlock opened, and a nurse walked in—about dang time!  She’s young and smiley. Her brown hair was neatly braided underneath a funny hat with a green cross. He wondered if Lucy would wear one if she became a nurse. "You okay, love?" She looked him over, sweetly, caring like—handing him a rag.

Oh, fuck off! He was not crying! "Yeah—Just the damn dust!" his nose wrinkled, and MacCready hoped his smile was convincing.

"You want to have a go, or shall I take him?" She held up a bottle.

"I can do it!" he said a little too enthusiastically. “I don't want him to start crying again. My head is already splitting." 

He took the bottle she handed him—that stuff gets expensive. There was no point in letting it get cold, sitting and arguing about it.

"Need me to show you?" the nurse said with a hand on her hip and a smug glint in her eye. 

She probably thought he'd need help because he's a guy or something—he was feeding his son to spite her! "I can manage...thanks," he grumbled. "Not my first time feeding a Little.”  

He hated himself for smiling at how Duncan enthusiastically gripped that bottle. He was supposed to be angry at him, but as he suckled the bottle, RJ looked—really looked at him, those warm browns blinking back—the little bastard, that was all it took.

"Kid has her eyes," RJ sputtered, wiping his nose. "Damn, dust—don't you guys have cleaning robots around here?" 

He accepted the rag this time, laughing through the tears seeping through. The nurse gave his shoulder a light squeeze and a knowing look, and she grinned all toothy at him before disappearing back through the airlock.

"You see how she looked at us, kid?" he scoffed, brows pinching as he wiped the tears from his face. 

"You know, I bet your mumma is gonna freak the fu–agh—" MacCready furrowed his brows as he looked over the innocent bundle in his arms. "Freak the frick out when she meets you." The stranger's voice was a dull drone, a gnawing Rad Rat in the back of his mind. 

"I didn't mean to yell at you, a'right?" his head shook, smiling. “She is the one that keeps me level-headed. She'd kick my ass—for fuck…nope....uh-uh—"

MacCready cleared his throat, steeling himself before continuing. "She'd beat my butt if she heard me talk to you like that. So, how about we don't tell her, huh? Do you promise to keep this between us, two MacCready boys?

Duncan fidgeted through his swaddle. Big eyes focused on him. "Yeah?" MacCready chuckled, playing with his son's feet beneath the blanket. "Then, I promise to get my shit–oh, for fuck sake!" he took another deep breath that exhaled as a laugh.

"Maybe I should start with a swear jar..."

#Who else writes a ton of stuff and hates filling in the gaps? #fallout 4 #fallout maccready #fo4 #fallout fanfic #fallout WIP #writing wip #wip weekend #wip tag #fallout companions

[what-are-you-willing-to-do]

Nsfw below:

Sub!Trans!Micheal Myers x dom! Male! Reader 

Some gender dysphoria comfort for our sweet doll Micheal. Just some soft to rough fucking and fluff.

Cw: Dysphoria, body worship, Praise, vaginal fingering, cunnlingus, nipple play, penetration, Creampies, belly bulge, abuse mentions and comfort

Micheal had bad days like all of us even if he didn’t really have emotions. The sanatorium especially didn’t help his body issues. He asked the nurses for top surgery one time to which they didn’t mind but loomis refused anything else. As he grew up his pecs started to get bigger causing him more dysphoria. He also never got bottom surgery which also didn’t make him feel like a real man.

Micheal was having one of those more dysphoric days. He was looking at his chest running his finger under his crescent scars. He was annoyed at how he looks no matter how much he tried, he hated himself. 

“Baby boy?” A voice calls out from behind him. “Are you alright sweetie?” You ask grabbing his face in your hand as you rub his soft, pink lips. He leans into your stomach as you sigh and rub his beautiful hair. He lets out a groan of a certain tone telling you he’s a bit insecure at the moment. “Aw, what’s wrong precious?” He sighs pointing to his scars as you look confused for a moment then the realization hits. “Dysphoria acting up for ya?“ you ask as he shakes his head. You kneel next to him snaking your hands under his arms to his chest. 

You put your head in his nape as you rub the scars. “Sweetheart, you know that the fact that your chest is a bit bigger than most men doesn’t make you less of one.” You state your words being muffled by Michaels neck. He grunts in response, you laugh slightly. Your hands around his chest start to squeeze in there path. He looks at you with his usual stoic demeanor but with a pink blush on his cheeks. “You are the most masculine man I have ever met, I don’t think I’ve met someone as handsome as you prince.” You say biting down on his neck still needing his boobs. 

You start twisting his nipples making his back arch a bit as soft pants ring out through your shared room. He was so fucking adorable like this. You could tell he was getting needier and needier by the second with the way his thighs rubbed together.  

After around 10 minutes of your torture on his nipples there was a big wet spot on his pants as he humps his chair aching for release. “Aw is your pussy that desperate for me?” He groans loudly as you snake your hand down to his waistband of his pants. “You’ve taken the abuse well pretty boy.”

You smile as you pull him onto the bed propping his head up on the pillows. He looks at you with blush all over his cheeks as his blue eyes dart away embarrassed. You crawl onto him kissing him deeply. “Such a good boy for me aren’t you.” You say rubbing his inner thighs. He looks at you as you pull away, drool leaking down his lips. 

You crawl down to his stomach slowly pulling his pants down. You could see his pussy clenching around nothing through his underwear. So needy for you. “God your so perfect Mikey.” You say no lie in your voice whatsoever. You finally pull his underwear down the cold air of the room hitting him. 

His pussys dripping so much. You circle your finger around his thick lips. So meaty and thick. You take your finger and spread it open. He always makes you drool. You open your mouth latching yourself to his sweet pussy. He always comes fast from any stimulation not really being left alone in the sanatorium. His quiet moans filling the room with your lewd slurping. You bring your fingers up to his hole pushing them in as you take your face off his clit. 

“The fact that you have a pussy or bigger tits doesn’t make you any less of a man, doll.” You say hitting his g spot each word. His back arches as his mouth fall opens. His back arches and his pussy starts pulsing letting you know he’s right at the edge. You continue your abuse on his clit and hole. “C-cumming.” He whispers out as he squirts all over your face. 

You laugh softly at the mess of a man infront of you. His tongue out like a dog. You gently lift his legs up not wanting to hurt him. “Fuck baby look how hard you got me.” You say giving strokes to your cock. His mouth waters as much as his pussy does as he looks at your fat dick. You start rubbing your cock against his wetness lubing yourself up so it doesn’t hurt for him or you.

You look at Micheal with his legs wide open over your shoulders. You finally rub your tip across his slit pushing in as he groans. “Always so fucking tight…” it was always like a snake wrapping tightly around your dick. “Sweet boy.” You start slowly pumping into him. “S- speed the fuck u-up…” he groans out softly as his raspy voice fill your ears. 

You laugh a bit at his greedinesses grabbing his hips fucking him faster. “Oh yes baby~” you moan out as you look down at his fucked out face. You start pounding even faster hitting his g spot roughly as you bring your fingers down lifting to hood of his clit. You start rubbing it and pounding even faster. 

His back starts arching as he thrashes around. You grab his hips as his pussy vigorously pulses around you. “Cumming baby.” You moan out shooting your thick load far inside of him. He looks down at his pussy seeing that somehow your dick was still hard. He sighs pushing into your dick telling you to keep going. 

“Are you sure baby?” You ask. He nods as you start thrusting even harder. His loud pants ringing in your ears making you want to pound into him even more. He starts telling you to go as fast as you can wanting you to chase your own pleasure. “Close baby close.” You moan out giving more rubs to his clit as he moans. 

You start thrusting into him the sound of skin slapping vigorously. You can tell he’s close too the way his pussys erratically throbbing and him covering his face with a pillow. “Cumming prince.” You say as you grab his hips making sure he doesn’t move. You look down at your dick seeing a white circle around your base.  You and mike were panting heavily him more than you but none the less. 

Micheal looks at his stomach and sees a buldge in his stomach. You then realize it too. You pull out and look down with eyes wide. Fuck, you came a lot. “Sorry sweets.” You say laughing as Micheal groans annoyed at the hot sticky cum in his stomach and hole. 

Art from icezero09

#dom reader #slashers #micheal myers x reader #fanfiction #micheal Myers

[dairy-farmer]

Okay so I just read 16 November 1581 and.......the potential. I mean it’s kind of a snapping point for Bruce. He never wants Tim to be hurt ever again.....obviously he can’t let him still be robin.

At first, it’s just because he’s ‘recovering’. He’s so much more affectionate than he was before, carrying Tim and kissing his face and playing with his hair, and Tim soaks it up like a thirsty plant.

And Bruce is just......enamored with his boy. He loves him so much it *hurts*. His rosy little cheeks, the way he giggles when he makes a bad pun, his wet lips when Bruce lifts a glsss of water to his lips....

He said he’d never let him be hurt again. And he wouldn’t, he thinks. He’d be so gentle, take it slow, hold his hand through it all. He needs to *worship* Tim, make him feel all the pleasure he gives Bruce. Tim wouldn’t need to be scared. Bruce would take care of it.

He could take care of everything.

bruce's trauma response being that he becomes insanely possessive over tim!!!! he's seen what happens to tim when he lets him remain in the care of others. if tim could be hurt by his own father and left to die, betrayed in a way that had him depressed for weeks afterward- then anyone could do it. bruce had run himself near crazy in those days looking for tim and when those words had left jack's mouth- bruce had felt his heart stop. he's heard it break along with something else inside him when he started violently attacking jack drake. no finesse, technique, just hot pure rage to pummel and make it hurt. bruce was half was certain that he'd ripped off a portion of jack's cheek, something meaty and wet had gone flying at one point, landing with a plop somewhere behind him.

the damage to jack had been extensive and there was no way for bruce to escape a charge even with his lawyers and all the connections he had to the judges he rubbed elbows with. community service, parole, and mandatory anger management classes. it was such a slap on the wrist it was almost insulting. bruce would've lost even more of his faith in the justice system if he hadn't had tim to go home to. tim who was still bed-bound and quiet. he'd gone mute aside from the few words he'd exchanged with bruce at the hospital. he got anxious when left alone, when bruce, alfred, or dick weren't there. bruce knew how he felt.

he was the same.

he'd completely moved into tim's bedroom with him. alfred had given up on trying to convince him to return to his room for the night and instead set up a little cot so bruce could be by tim's side always.

dick had been so furious, so devestated at the sight of tim in that hospital room. he'd recently returned from an outerspace mission. he'd missed the messages barbara had sent them, not seeing them until he was racing to the hospital in his car after seeing the news on tv the same night he came home.

'you can't do this shit to me again' he'd hissed to bruce after they'd settled tim back in the manor after some long-winded meeting with the hospital children's services officer and a local policeman.

bruce could understand dick's anger. him returning to earth, seeing the news of his little brother having gone missing and bruce's violent reaction to it. he'd been worried but he'd also been pissed that bruce had dropped the ball again.

'you can't not tell me this shit, you understand me? you can't not tell me that baby brother was gone, you can't-' dick's voice breaks and bruce can see he's holding back tears. tim was in pretty bad condition. he was alive that's true, but the emotional toll was enough to have him curled up in bed and refusing to eat.

something that devastated both dick and alfred. but for bruce...if bruce was the one holding the spoon, gentle asking him to take a bite, just a little one- he would.

tim was a good boy, always so good for bruce. he raises his arms without bruce asking when he needs to be stripped, he sits on the edge of the bed and obediently lets bruce wraps his leg cast with plastic before helping him to the shower.

tim is in such a fragile state. robin is no longer on the table. bruce can't imagine him going off again, him getting hurt again. not after what happened his heart couldn't take it.

tim will stay home. with bruce. because bruce is on house arrest pending the trial where he'll get a slap on the wrist which is fine with him because he has tim with him.

not that anyone knows that.

alfred, dick, and barbara had disagreed with bruce's decision to have tim check out as 'alvin draper'. as far as anyone is aware jack drake murdered his child and dumped in a park like was garbage.

tim turning out to be alive would shine a media spotlight on him, on them. given bruce's trial they may not be willing to grant him emergency custody and bruce didn't even want to think about tim going into a foster home with all his injuries.

they keep the windows shut and they keep tim inside lest one of the media's cameras catch a picture of tim drake alive and in wayne manor.

bruce knows the justice system. he knows it well. he knows jack will get more time is they charge him with murder and not body than if they charge him with attempted murder because tim is alive. because tim isn't. tim drake wasn't rescued by an ambulance that day, alvin draper was.

tim gets better. slowly. with bruce at his side keeping him fed, keeping him warm, keeping him safe. he breezes through patrol to return to tim's side. eager to see him before he drifts to sleep.

tim is clingier now. he holds onto bruce tightly, he buries his face into bruce's chest. he never did that before.

tim was a sweet kid that was true, he joked with bruce and smiled at him. but he didn't try to squirm into his side like he was now. he didn't nuzzle bruce wrap around him to keep in bed when bruce came to see him nod off.

tim is so small so...soft. bruce catches himself stroking the exposed nape of tim's neck and tugging on strands of curled hair. bruce likes the feel of tim's small body pressed to him, like his weight on his chest as tim falls asleep on him again.

likes how vulnerable tim is now, how loving he is.

bruce had tried to hard to keep his distance for him, out of respect. but that respect no longer applied and bruce, when tim reached for him, reached back.

something shifted in bruce that night. that horrible night when he thought he lost tim. something ugly and violent had seeped out of him and stained his hands red. even clean, bruce can still smell the iron tang of blood of his nose, can see that shadow of red stains on his palms as he strokes tim's plush cheek and trails a finger tracing his nose, lashes, and sweet pink lips.

something has shifted in bruce. something that was still there, weighing heavy in his bones and trying to wrap their tentacles into tim's delicate little form.

bruce feels something for tim. a devotion. an adoration. a desire.

he tries to suppress it but it always bubbles back up again, simmering to the surface and emerging.

tim was terrorized by the fear he felt that day. there are nights he gasps awake crying and and heaving for breath. and bruce is there to comfort him each time.

and he stares at the stystal tears streaming down his face, bruce only has one thought.

he'll never let tim feel like that again.

instead of fear, bruce will pump him full of euphoria. it will take time, tim will need to be eased into it before he can accept bruce. before bruce can lay him down on his back, wrap tim's hands around his neck and settle between his legs. he'll let tim feel the protective weight of him and listen to his little sounds and hitches, attentive and caring as he gently fills him with pleasure and bliss to fill the empty cavity in him now is.

it will take time to get to that point. but bruce is prepared to wait as long as it takes.

now that tim is back, he has all the time in the world.

#anonymous #asks #answered asks

[tteokdoroki]

bestie bestie bestie pup boy bakugou in rut adn fucking his bunny girl gf n' he breeds her and- yeah

— “bitch bunny.” + katsuki bakugou.

bestie,,, bestie dont get me started on this!!! i made this gender neutral 🥺 so i hope you don’t mind uwu!!

pairing: german shepard!bakugou x bunny + gender neutral!reader

cw: smut, MDNI 18+, hybrid!pairing, slight!dub-con, oral sex, some degradation and dirty talk. reader is gender neutral and has no pronouns but i think i used slit once aaa!!

can you imagine being a hybrid!bunny adopted by deku, shy and timid— a shaky darling thing with a twitching nose and floppy bunny ears that fall over your face when you get nervous or flustered. izuku is nice, he takes care of you and brings you home from that god awful shelter. his place is warm and safe and oh, he’s got a little puppy friend for you to play with.

katsuki.

he’s mean, an awful german shepard!hybrid who snarls at you when izuku isn’t looking— steals your food, nips at your ankles and tears up your clothes. you hate him, you hate that you let him make you cry but don’t dare to snitch because you fear what he might do to you. katsuki had lived with deku longer, been loved longer and you were just a stupid bunny who was lucky to even be here. or so the blonde had told you over and over, backing you into a corner when your owner wasn’t looking.

he doesn’t mean it. is what izuku tells you when he gets you both ready for bed at night, hybrids need special care and izuku likes to bathe you together— bakugou stares at your body hungrily like you’re a piece of meat. kacchan can play nice, he’s just a little rough sometimes. another excuse.

a little rough doesn’t even begin to cover it.

not when katsuki has you pinned to the bed by a strong arms, cruel smirk spread widely across his cherry lined lips while your precious, meaty thighs shake either side of his head. “look at’cha bunny, shakin’ like a fuckin’ leaf ‘n i ain’t even touched’ya yet,” bakugou growls with a yank of your fluffy rabbit tail. your sex spasms, arousal staining the surrounding areas and dripping heavily onto the cotton sheets of deku’s bed. “poor lil bunbun trapped in heat, ‘n i’m the only one left’ta deal with ya....”

lust is heavy in his tone, blood red eyes dilating while he watches your hips jump up in desperation for some kind of friction and touch. “kat...katsuki, please...it hurts,” and it does, more than any of the mean words he’d thrown at you before. there’s heat burning in your lower tummy, spreading through the blood in your veins as your hole clenches around nothing and leaks pathetically under bakugou’s watchful gaze.

the blonde makes a feral noise in the back of his throat, pointed puppy ears twitching at your needy sounds— the broken moans that bubble from chapped lips. “yeah bunny?” he says breathless, voice lowering deep and husky. “it hurts not ta ‘ave a cock in ya huh? reaching deep in that tight, dirty fuckin’, scratchin’ that itch that you’re fingers can’t reach...” katsuki mutters filthy words into the plains of your skin, tongue dragging along your thighs as he approaches your sex— marking and biting a pathway towards it. his sharp canines sink harshly into the flesh that he moulds between large hands.

your chest rises and falls with your rapid, beating bunny heart— fear consuming you as your innermost instincts have been switched on. katsuki is a dog and you’re merely his prey for the evening, a darling little toy for him to take advantage of in your time of need. “katsu—“ you beg him, twisting and writing against the bed once more.

“what?” he snaps, fangs and gums bared in an impatient growl. he’d waited too long to have you spread out beneath him like this, smelt the slick from your heat dripping down your thighs— tasted the want in the air as you tried to fuck that itch away from yourself with stupid toys and your useless hands. “can’t eat yer stupid lil hole out if y’keep makin’ me waste my breath talkin’ to ya, bunny. don’cha want me to make it go away? take away the pain with my fat cock?”

“katsuki please, make it go away, make it stop hurting,”

katsuki’s head dips lower and lower until his nose is pressed right up against your slit, breathing in your sweet scent until his eyes roll back in his skull and his brain becomes cloudy with ideas of how you might fuckin’ taste, how tight you must really fuckin’ be. god, he’d thought about taking your puckered hole for far too long, taking you on his dick until your bunny ears droop and you’re reduced to a puddle of tears. but now that he’s got you, nothing but sex on your mind while you ooze sweet honey from his proximity to your core, all bakugou can think about is lapping you up like the fuckin’ dog he is and slobbering all over the sweetness between your meaty thighs.

“like it when you beg like a little bunny bitch in heat fer my fuckin’ dick babe, but s’too fuckin’ bad. wanna eat ya instead.” bakugou snarls, tail thumping on the bed as he finally latches onto your sex with teeth and tongue and the taste of you on his fucking brain. when he glances up at you between your shaky legs and give another tug to the fluff of your tail, your cute nose twitches and your watery eyes cross— the pain in your belly ignites into a bright flame of pleasure as you finally get what you need for your heat to subside.

katsuki’s tongue runs laps across every inch of your sex, sucking on you, drinking up the evidence of your arousal before it has time to further dirty your thighs— your fingers push through his mass of blonde locks and tug at his puppy dog ears until he whimpers into your hole that he plunges his pink muscle in and out of. “look at’cha bunny, makin’ a mess in that damn deku’s bed. what’s he gonna say when he finds you cummin’ on this tongue of mine, his sweet little bun ain’t so innocent are they?” he teases, fingers coming up to prod and pull and pinch at your slick and intimate parts he also greedily feasts on.

“he—he wouldn’t, katsuki please don’t— oh fuck— i don’t want izu to see me like this,” you blubber with crossed eyes and skittering breath. the dog between your legs slots bites gently at your core, teeth grazing your intimate parts causing you to jump up and tug his hair closer to your needy, trembling body.

“bullshit, needy bitch.”

lewd sounds of your own sloppiness make your ears droop and cover your humiliated face, shame burning at the tips of your ears even worse than the hotness flashing through your body. you’re embarrassed, by your own dirtiness, by your desperation to be fucked by your owners awful companion. would izuku be disappointed in you? see you different from your usually shy and innocent self? you feel so much shame and yet you can’t feel yourself to pull away from the german shepard hybrid between your legs, sucking on you like you’re his last meal.

but you can’t bring yourself to feel shame, the thought of your precious owner walking in on you stretched over katsuki’s tongue and thick fingers— marked up and tainted, makes you gush and squirm. what would you do if his bright green eyes saw the sin his two darling hybrids were committing on his own bed? you’re naughty, bakugou’s made you naughty and that’s exactly what he wanted. to ruin you during your heat.

“you wanna cum, slutty bunny?” his tail thumps harder against the mattress, his hips grinding circles into the bed like his stuck in a rut, his own cock hard and heavy in his shorts while he makes you see stars and feel as if you’re on cloud nine. you nod and a dark chuckle reverberates through your body. “‘s too bad...” katsuki pulls away from you before you can tumble over the edge, sheen of your arousal painted across his chin— shining under dim light.

“k-katsuki?”

like a dirty dog, he wipes his mouth on his arm and smiles, mischief glinting in his eye. your heart rate spikes, nose and precious bunny earth twitching with nervousness and excitement.

“too bad, y’cum while ‘m breeding you on this cock, sort this heat out right.”

#tteokdoroki #🥂 — louvre’s angels #bnhacity #bakugou #bnha x you #bnha x reader #bnha smut #mha x reader #mha x you #mha smut #bakugou x reader #bakugou x you #bakugou smut #bakugou scenarios #bakugou hcs #bakugou headcanons #bakugou imagine #bakugou thirst #bakugou fic #bakugou fanfic #bakugou drabble #katsuki bakugou smut #katsuki bakugou x reader #katsuki bakugou scenarios #katsuki bakugou x you #bakugou katsuki smut #bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugou katsuki x you #bakugou katsuki scenarios #bakugou katsuki headcanons

[shankss-magnificent-ass]

Cords and Zip Ties part 1

I made this, I'm not sure exactly if it makes sense as a story, but here, have it anyways. Should I do a part 2?

Word count: 1,116

rating: SFW

Warnings: BDSM is implied, and mentions doms, and sex dungeons.

Summary: Shit cord management leads you and King to bond over shared fetishes while filling Kaidou and the other lead performers with dread.

It's been six months since a portal opened on the floor of your bedroom, making you and the contents of your room fall into the best pirate's lair. You quickly figured out you had been isekai'ed into the One Piece world, Kaidou thankfully offered you a choice. Join his crew or die.

A lot of things from your home ended up in this world as well, one thing you were grateful for is your computer set up had made it too, and it still had wifi. You knew you'd need to hide it, or Queen would want to dissect it.  So you were rather paranoid about keeping it hidden while still using it. But things never go as you plan, you forgot it was supposed to be a secret, and accidentally volunteered to do the spreadsheets for King's annual financial report in front of King, Jack, Kaidou, and Queen. 

"Are you sure, that's a big task that usually takes all four of us to do every year?" King cautioned.

"Yeah, it'll be no problem for me, as long the data on the monthly reports is correct it'll be a breeze with my spreadsheet software."

"spreadsheet software?" Queen echoed, "wait, that means there's hardware behind."

When the realization of what you had just done hit you, you froze.

"Didn't you say your culture was more 'technologically advanced' than ours?" Kaidou mumbled.

King crossed his arms and glared down at you as he growled, "You've been hiding something from us, haven't you?"

You pressed your index fingers together and looked at the floor as you admitted that you have been hiding your computer out of fear that they'll take it.

Queen looked at you with wide eyes, and said, "No way, I don't know enough about your culture's circuitry. Taking it apart immediately would be a waste especially if it can be used to make our lives easier. I wouldn't even know if it would be compatible with our snail tech."

"It doesn't use snail tech of any form, everything about it is inorganic and manmade."  You admitted.

The four men looked intrigued, and Queen asked, "can I see?"

You looked over at King, who usually had your best interest in mind since you were friends. He merely shrugged apathetically and nodded his head, silently promising you that he'd beat up Queen if he did anything that even so much as upset you. Kaidou prodded you with a meaty finger and grumbled that he wanted to see it too. You gave a questioning look to Jack, who nodded his head solemnly. You sighed, "fine, but I'm warning you, you're going to hate my cord management system."

"It can't be that bad," He retorted, "I'm not picky about that sort of thing anyway."

"Hold your judgment until you see it," you assured him, "it's awful, I have to unplug everything to untangle it once a month."



You led them into your room and flipped on the light, illuminating the tangled mess of chords and rainbow lights. You and King watched Queen's upper lip curl back in disgust. "no, no, the fuck is wrong with you? I'm unplugging everything and helping you get a cord storage system." He shrieked, biting down hard on his cigar as he marched into your room and got on his knees in front of your desktop. Kaidou huffed, " I wasn't expecting it to have so many colors."

You stood nearby making sure he doesn't misplace or break anything, absent-mindedly biting at hangnails that were bothering you. you looked over at King to see him leaning against the doorway with his arms crossed, silently judging both of you.

Queen tugged on your shirt and held up your wireless devices making you explain what they were, did, and how they worked.

"NoNoNo NO, let me get this right," Queen's voice progressively grew more shrill with his irritation, "at least half of your equipment is wirelessly connected to your computer."

When you confirmed his statement he screeched, "Then how is it this bad! Why are there so many cords!" When you just shrugged apologetically, he sighed, "go find me something to hold these together in place." And went back to neatly placing each appliance aside with its cord wrapped around it.



You cleared your throat, rather embarrassed it was worst than you remembered it being. You looked up at Kaidou, who was sitting with Jack on the other side of the computer from Queen, and both of them were watching him work between taking swigs off Kaidou's gourd.  "Sir, you wouldn't happen to know where the zip ties are kept, would you?"

"You think I know where shit is in this place? I just live here, if I want something I order people, who know where stuff is, to go get it for me."

You looked to King and pleaded, "please tell me you have some zip ties."

King stared at you rather thoughtfully for a few short moments before sighing, "Yes, come with me, they're in my room." King pushed himself off the door frame as you approached, showing his back to you.

Knowing full well what he used those zip ties for, you hummed, "my old dom had a whole other room for that stuff... Well, it was actually his whole basement.

King took a step and stopped. He looked over his shoulder down at you, his pink eyes were wide in surprise. King echoed, "A whole other room?"

Kaido slapped his hand on his forehead and groaned, "oh please, for the love of the gods, don't give him any ideas."

Queen huffed, "Yeah, he already wears a gimp mask in public, that's bad enough."

Ignoring both of them, King sidles on up to your side, wrapping both his wing and his arm around your back. He urged you halfway down the hall before muttering, "So tell about this room, yeah?"

You giggle, "oh you're gonna love this," and you go into detail about the dungeon.

Meanwhile, in your room, Kaidou, Jack, and Queen could hear you until you got down to the end of the hall. Kaidous's expression soured as he growled, "god damn it, King's going to monopolize the craftsmen for the next two months to build himself a sex dungeon, isn't he?"

Jack quietly nodded his head, not wanting to think about the ideas you're putting in King's head. Queen tossed down a charging cord, and said, "but who would have guessed (y/n) would be into the same stuff as that pervert?"

Kaidou snorted loudly and huffed, "that was a surprise, they're so.... normal, I guess that's what they mean when they say, don't judge a book by its cover."

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[tothemeadow]

Can I request a uzui x shy reader where reader is his fourth wife but she feels left out a lot so she distance and avoid Tengen and her co-wives. When reader comes home one day she surprised to find uzui home by himself because he was meant to be out with the others and she was going to try avoid him again but as he wants an answer to why shes acting the way she is and turns into a smut in the end? :>

Did I get carried away with this? Maybe. Could I have written more? Absolutely. But I have to practice self-control.

‘i want to be part of your constellation’ / Uzui T. x Reader

warnings: NSFW, cunnilingus, Tengen’s fat tiddies

words: 2,492

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Sometimes, being a Pillar’s wife is hard. They’re constantly away, fighting battles and saving lives; there’s always that lingering chance that they may never come back. It’s a dangerous life, but a respectful one nonetheless.

This is what drew you to Tengen in the first place – despite his brash, asshole attitude, he’s selfless. It was during an attack at your parents’ farm when you first met him; appearing like a night in shining armor, he rescued you from a bloodhungry demon, his movements powerful yet graceful all at once. As a thank you, your parents offered your hand in marriage to the handsome stranger. Surprisingly, Tengen agreed, but it wasn’t like you were going to deny marrying someone of his status and exquisite looks.

However, you didn’t know about the other women in Tengen’s life. As you quickly found out, he had three other wives, all of who he met while in the shinobi forces. Of course, you weren’t a fighter like them, nor did you have that close relationship from sharing the same background. No, you were the docile one of the group, the one meant to take care of the home while the others went to fight demons and the like.

Even two years later, things haven’t changed. You love Tengen, and the other girls are basically your best friends, but the chasm separating you from them couldn’t be more evident. Sure, you’re part of the “family,” but it doesn’t necessarily feel like it. You’re the quiet one, the one that keeps to themselves, the one who’s in charge of a happy homelife. And so you distance yourself from everyone else, stick to the sidelines while they’re out saving the world.

Granted, you’re used to this lifestyle, but that doesn’t mean that it doesn’t hurt. If only you’d been a shinobi or a slayer, things would be different. You’d know what the life is like, the feel of a blade as it passes through a demon’s neck. But no, you’re always stuck with carrying a pouch of wisteria on your body to keep yourself safe. At this point, you don’t whether Tengen makes you keep it because he wants you to be safe or because he views it as his obligation.

With a sigh, you turn towards the sky, the endless blue a clear difference to your bitter gray mood. The tote hanging from your shoulder is heavy with fruits and vegetables from the market, but you’re excited with the possibilities of all the tasty meals you could create. Even though you can’t fight to save others, you can feed them; you also know for a fact that you’re the best cook among you co-wives.

When you return home, you slip off your setta and pause, listening to the familiar silence. Like usual, the others are away, most likely fighting off some lowly criminal or preparing for a battle against a demon. Either way, it seems like you’re going to be spending the majority of the day by yourself. It’s sad that this is what life has come to; when you first married Tengen, you were hoping for more excitement, not lonely thoughts. You don’t want to come off desperate, though, so you continue to remain to yourself. At the end of the day, it’s not that big of a deal – that’s just life.

Wandering towards the kitchen, you become caught up in these thoughts, these negative feelings. You don’t want to make yourself cry – you really don’t – but your heart is saying otherwise. All you want is to belong. You want to mean something to this family, not be the impromptu mother waiting for her rambunctious children to come home. You become so lost in your head that you fail to see him standing in the kitchen, lips wrapped around a ceramic cup.

Coming to sudden stop at the threshold, your attention jumps back to the present. Tengen merely sends you an amused look over the rim of his cup before he knocks his head back and empties its contents. Why is he here? Shouldn’t he be with the others? He said he wasn’t going to home for a while! Did something happen? Are the others okay? Why-?

“You’ve got that dumb look on your face again,” Tengen teases. “Stop thinking so much.”

Huffing, you step into the kitchen, drawing the tote off your shoulder and setting it down. “You surprised me, that’s all. I thought you were busy.”

“What, am I not allowed in my own home? That’s kind of cruel, don’t you think?” The smirk he flashes you sends a pleasant shiver up your spine.

“I never said that,” you hastily respond. Your eyes scan over his Corps uniform. You’re quickly finding yourself feel bad for taking up his time when he’s bound to be busy; Pillars have the toughest jobs of them all, and every single moment is precious. “You’re usually never this home early,” you mutter. A sigh slips through your lips. “…I should… uh, I need to do laundry.” You despise how pathetic you sound, but the knowing look in Tengen’s eyes is making your nerves go haywire.

Stepping away, you prepare yourself to leave, but Tengen moves way too fast for your eye to catch. Before you’re out the door, his hand is around your wrist, spinning your around and tugging him towards his chest. You yelp as you collide with solid muscle; wrapping his meaty arms around you, Tengen holds you close, his nose buried in your hair.

“Don’t act like I haven’t noticed you moping around more than usual,” he mutters. Pressed to him like this, you can hear his heart thumping steadily in his chest. “It’s not flamboyant of me to ignore what’s bothering you.”

“Tengen-“

“Let me finish,” he interrupts, but his voice is soft. “I want you to be honest with me. Are you lonely?”

At that, your heart drops to your stomach. You haven’t been that obvious, have you? Jaw falling agape, you’re desperate for words, to tell him no, you’re fine, but nothing wants to come out. Tengen releases a sorrowful sigh and pulls away just enough so that you two are looking eye-to-eye. He’s always been huge, standing tall and broad; in moments like these, the sheer size of him is more than intimidating. His biceps alone could crack a watermelon.

“Idiot,” he mumbles. Your face scrunches up when he flicks your forehead. “I shouldn’t have to confront you about something like this.”

You pout up at him. “It’s just… I’m not like you guys,” you confess. “I can’t fight, I can’t defend myself… All I’m good at is being a homemaker.” You drop your gaze to his chest. Now that you’re finally getting everything off your chest, all the pent of thoughts and feelings begin to gush out. “I feel like an outsider most of the time. You and the other girls are always running around together and doing amazing things. All I do is sit around and do chores. I can’t…” Biting your lip, you squeeze your eyes shut. Now is not the time to be crying. If you want things to change, you have to remain strong, not burst into tears.

A hand cups your face, then, lifting your head so that you’re forced to look at Tengen. “Be quiet. So what if you’re not a fighter? That doesn’t make you any less flamboyant.” His thumb brushes over your cheek. “You’re the one I can rely on to be here when I need someone. You always get this dumb smile on your face whenever I come home from a mission.” Dropping his head down, he presses his forehead to yours. “I know you’re safe here… Do you have any idea how scared I would be if you were out in the field with us? You’re important to me, baby. When I’m not here, you’re on my mind constantly.”

Your heartbeat quickens. You can’t deny the genuine glint in his dazzling eyes, the slight curl to his lips.

“In fact,” Tengen continues, pulling away entirely. In a swift movement, his large hands are clutching your thighs, raising you up and swinging you around; you let out a surprised squeak as he places you on the table and presses his large body between your legs. “I can’t stop thinking about you. You’ve always been so soft, so sweet…” His warm breath fans over your face, making you swallow thickly. “And you’re so small. I’ve got to keep someone like you under protection, don’t you think?”

Before you really have the chance to say anything, Tengen swoops in, his mouth seeking out yours. He’s always been such a bold kisser, sweeping his tongue into your mouth with no hesitation whatsoever. He tastes like wine, so rich and delectable, and his tongue is so warm, so inviting. Your head is spinning, your breaths leaving in short gasps. His hands are all over you; gripping your hair, trailing down your back, sneaking underneath your yukata-

A groan bursts from your throat as he fondles your breasts, the pads of his fingers rolling the hardened nipples and pulling them. Tengen curses as he breaks the kiss, the lightest of blushes on his face. He bites his plump lower lip as he shamelessly plays with you, his pupils blown wide. His hips press in close, his groin bumping into yours; he’s already hard, deliciously so, and your mind goes entirely blank. You want nothing more than his cock to slide in, to absolutely tear you apart.

“You feel that, baby?” Tengen husks. “Don’t think your unimportant to me. You’re so fucking sexy, so flamboyant…” His tongue darts out, sweeps over his lips. “Let me make it up to you. You won’t feel lonely anymore, got it?”

Furiously nodding your head, you allow Tengen to yank open your yukata, revealing soft skin. Your eyelids flutter as he places his mouth to the exposed flesh, his lips and tongue equally hot. Chest rising frantically beneath his touch, you grip onto him for support as he kisses your breasts, his tongue dragging across your nipples. You keen as he promptly sucks it into his mouth, his teeth sinking down lightly as his hands unceremoniously rip your underwear from your trembling form.

“Oh, gods, Tengen,” you purr. “Please… Don’t stop…”

“Wouldn’t dream about it,” Tengen drawls. Sinking to his knees, his mouth leaves a wet trail down your body; there’s bound to be marks, you’re sure of it, but you don’t care. His mouth feels way too heavenly yet sinful, the pleasured grunts pouring from his lips pure music to your ears. “Give me a taste…”

You cry out when he licks against your slit. In a fit of desperation, your fingers clutch onto the silvery strands of his hair, accidentally loosening it from its ponytail. Tengen groans into your quivering pussy as you yank at his hair, his name leaving your lips in high-pitched whimpers. Any other time, Tengen would play the part of the ultimate tease, but not now. No, he wants to please you, to have you screaming his name and begging for more.

He eats like a man starved, his mouth just ravishing your cunt; the noises coming from in between your legs is nothing short of sinful, leaves your blood boiling. Your velvety walls clench around his protruding tongue, each curl and flick sending delicious shivers up your spine, down to the tips of your fingers and toes. Tengen’s always been a god with his mouth, and it’s no wonder how he has four wives. You try not to think about the other girls too much; it’s quickly turning into a battle that you’re hopelessly losing, but then Tengen moves to suckle on your clit while his fingers replace his tongue.

A sharp cry rips its way out of your chest. It feels so good. “Ah – Tengen – fuck,” you whine. Hearing the pleasured noises from your beautiful lips spurs him on; redoubling his efforts, Tengen grabs onto your hip as his fingers push in even further, finding your soft spot with pin-point precision. You rapidly come undone around his fingers, your walls clenching around him as your slick gushes out. A breathless moan of his name echoes throughout the room.

“Just as sweet as I remember,” Tengen husks. The deep rasp of his voice has you clenching again; with a chuckle, Tengen removes his hand and stands up.

“I want you,” you coo, “please, Tengen. Fuck me.” Reaching out, you hastily undo the top of his uniform, push the articles of clothing down his shoulders under his torso is completely bare. Tengen’s chest practically rumbles with a purr as you drift your hands over the swell of his pecs, the divots of his abs. “So gorgeous,” you murmur. Tengen starts to chuckle again, but it quickly dwindles into pleasured grunts as you squeeze his pectorals and pinch at his pert nipples.

“Shit,” Tengen hisses. His hips buck forward, the hard outline of his cock brushing against your sopping cunt. In quick, fumbling movements, he undoes his belt and drops his hakama low enough so that his cock pops out. You practically drool at the sight; he’s been going around commando all day, and fuck you wish you knew that earlier.

His bulbous head pushes inside, his cock slowly filling you up. The stretch is delicious; you feel so fucking full, your velvety walls eagerly sucking him in. Clutching onto his shoulders, your fingernails dig into the thick cording of muscle, your eyes basically rolling back in your head as Tengen snaps his hips forward, his cock sliding in to the hilt. He pauses for a second, allows you to adjust to his massive size. Once you give him the go ahead, all caution is thrown to the wind.

Your husband in no longer a man, but rather a savage beast. He fucks into you thoroughly, his cock dragging against all your sensitive spots as his cockhead pounds into your cervix. He’s hitting you so deep, stretching you so wide, you’re seeing stars. His lips find your neck while his hands hold you by the ass, keeping you place. You have no choice but to cry out his name, moaning until your throat goes hoarse.

Hiking your thighs onto his hips, he urges you to lie flat on your back. Like this, he presses his palms against the surface of the table and completely concentrates and fucking you into oblivion. It’s working, rightfully so, for your drooling and babbling his name, your nails scratching down his back and leaving angry red trails.

“I’m gonna fill you up, baby,” he purrs. “Show you that you’re really mine. I love you, got it? Don’t ever think otherwise.”

Tears flood your vision – whether they’re from pleasure or the new onslaught of emotion, you don’t know. Either way, you cling onto him tighter. You’re not going anywhere, and Tengen makes sure of it.

#kny #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer #kny x reader #kimetsu no yaiba x reader #demon slayer x reader #tengen uzui x reader #uzui tengen x reader #kny tengen #request

[h03-ington]

pietro x male reader where it’s movie night and cuddles and fluff turns to kisses and smut real quick 😫

A/N: im really proud of this fic so enjoy LOL, i also have one more atj request so stay tuned xoxo

warning: smut

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it was an exhausting week for the team. more crime than usual, and a whole lot of training. but it's all part of being an avenger, unfortunately.

you and pietro were both craving some intimate, sweet time with one another, and tonight was a great time.

the other avengers were watching a movie on the cinema floor of the tower, while you and pietro decided to watch one by yourselves, in your room.

"i'm feeling... romcom!" aaron says, smiling sheepishly

"romcom? really?" you say, unimpressed

"well, i'm tired, i don't wanna watch horror, scare myself and get even more tired!"

you chuckle "fine"

you choose the first movie you see, then cozied up to pietro, resting your head on his chest, looking at the tv, hearing the netflix intro play

you could not have chosen a more boring movie, but you both were enjoying this time together. the little stupid jokes in the movie making you giggle and laugh together, feeling his heartbeat syncing with yours, his hot breath under his nose, his warm body pressed along yours, his soft hands wrapped around your waist holding you close to him, protecting you from all the bad in the world

out of nowhere, you lifted your head up a bit, and kissed him on his cheek, making him turn towards you

"you don't like the movie?" he looks down at you

"we're like 2 hours in, how long does it go for?"

pietro pressed a button on the remote, showing 2 hours more left in the movie

"this is the best you could pick?"

"i just chose the first thing i found!"

"okay. next time though, I pick."

"are you saying i don't have good taste?"

"depends on what kind of taste you're talking about.."

it took you a few seconds to process what he just said, and when you finally got it, your expression changed and pietro started cracking up

"oh screw you!" you smile and punch his shoulder playfully

"screw me? sure thing" pietro smirks

you scoff

"fine, speedy boy. only because i wanna apologize for terrible movie choice, kay?"

"okay-" he laughs

you take the blanket that was covering the both of you off, and straddle pietro's lap, wrapping your arms around his neck.

"you're already hard?" you tease him.

"i mean... who wouldn't be with this beautiful sight in front of them?"

"cheesy ass.."

"i meant the guy in the movie, not you"

"oh shut up" you laugh and pull him close to you, kissing him deeply. he bites your bottom lip, making you part your mouth slightly, letting his tongue enter, both your tongues fighting for dominance, yours somehow winning.

you push him into the bed and pull away from the kiss, quickly getting off of him and taking his sweatpants and boxers off in a swift move, revealing his hard cock.

"so eager, speedy boy" you tease him more

"since when are you a dom?" pietro chuckles

"what? you don't like it?"

"maybe i do.. just a bit"

you smile. "good boy"

"okay, not that part"

"it sounds hot though!!"

"can you just suck me off already?"

you scoff, and lean down towards his hips

"needy ass" you say, licking his v-line and around his crotch, kissing his thighs softly. you play with his balls a bit, avoiding his cock at all costs

"stop fucking teasing M/N." he says in a raspy and grabs you by your hair

"open wide" he smirks and forces you on his meaty cock. you obey and start sucking, bobbing your head up and down, playing with his balls as he holds your hair

"just how i like it, fuck" he moans "get this dick ready for your hole"

you lick his whole shaft, lubing it all up with your spit, and kissing the tip right before pulling away, looking at him

"look at your face. so desperate for me. see? i'm better when i'm in control." he smirks

you get up and start kissing him intensely, making sure he tastes himself in your mouth

he pulls away from the kiss "you need prepping?"

"no, i prepped earlier today"

he scoffs "of course you did."

he reaches for his hard cock, positioning it right under your hole, grabbing onto your hips, pushing you slowly onto his cock. you moan loudly as he smiles proudly.

since you prepped, you quickly got used to his cock and started thrusting yourself up and down, your moans and pietro's small grunts filling the room.

"see? i can be dominant" you breathe out.

"no. you can't" pietro grabs both of your hips and thrusts you up and down at the quickest of speeds.

"FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! SHIT!"

he then brings his pace back to a slower one as you were trying to catch your breath.

"beat that" he bites his lip, smirking

"fine, you win- FUCK!" you moan as pietro hits your prostate. you were a moaning mess with your eyes rolled to the back of your head, while he was grunting every so often.

"how are you not getting tired?" you ask, breathily.

"well, i'm quicksilver" he laughs

"fuckin' quicksilver.."

"watch your mouth" he slaps your asscheek, making you moan in pleasure

"FUCK I'M CLOSE!"

pietro then quickly takes his cock out of your hole and puts it under yours, stroking both of your cocks, reaching your climaxes.

you and pietro's moans, grunts and curses filled the room as you finished together.

cum dripped on pietro's hand and your thighs.

pietro then got a towel from beside the bed and cleaned you and himself up.

"you're not going off that easily y'know.. next time i WILL dominate you!" you say, determined.

pietro scoffs, laughing "try me."

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#pietro maximoff x male!reader #pietro maximoff x male reader #pietro maximoff #male reader #marvel x male reader #marvel

[luckyasfuck]

effects of being high [k. bakugou]

pairing // stoner!katsu x fem stoner!reader, mentions of seromina, mentions of kamijirou, mentions of serodenki, kirishima has a girlfriend

warnings/themes // no quirk!au, stoner!bakusquad, college students!bakusquad, confident and flirty reader, smoking sessions, NSFW, masturbation, praise, nipple play, oral sex (f!recieving), fingering (f!recieving)

inspiration // the hills - the weeknd

you had found the ‘bakusquad’ smoking weed in the back of the school a few days ago. they weren’t bothered by your presence, kirishima even invited you to sit beside him while he handed you one. their little ring leader wasn’t there, you noticed as you sat down and took the blunt from the red-haired stoner. “school shit, the teachers needed him. he is pretty smart.” they said. this mini session dragged out all afternoon, mina and sero occasionally shotgunned with each other, as well as kiri and his girlfriend. 

a ding erupted from your pocket and you pull your phone out. mina ashido! is typing. hm? mina? oh. the girl from the smoking sesh. she hit you up with a “i got ur snap from this dude in class, dw! we’re going to smoke again, u should join babes” you hum at the idea, “yeah sure, when”

“after school”

“im down” she left you on opened after that. 

class drags out to be long, mina had texted you the place a few minutes ago. it was at the park. the bell rings and you gather your stuff, the bakusquad already skipped their last class and went straight to the park so you hurried your steps. 

they were sat on the concrete floor, kirishima leaning on a ledge with his head thrown back into the middle of mina’s thighs as she sat on the ledge, denki and jirou were shotgunning, kirishima’s girlfriend on his lap, all while sero rolled up blunts.

and of course, bakugou katsuki. he sat a little far away from kirishima, manspreading while lighting up the blunt he encaged in his meaty fingers. he eyed your movements with knotted eyebrows as you dropped your bag down and stole a newly made one from sero, putting it in your mouth. his eyes widen when you come closer to his face, lighting your blunt with the lighter he was using while maintaining eye contact. 

“ooh, sexual tension.” denki commented as you sat down next to kirishima once again and you laugh. “i just forgot my lighter, no sexual tension here.” you looked beside you to katsuki, failing to see the smirk he hid with his hand as he held his blunt. 

the whole session was messy, kirishima and his girlfriend having a heated make out session that led to the both of them going home earlier than the others, sero and denki shotgunning as a dare from both mina and jirou, but you and katsuki kept quiet, enjoying the show. 

“it’s getting late,” you stood up, high. “i’m going home, i’ll see you guys on monday.” sero, denki and jirou waved goodbye at you with a smile, while mina went up and hugged you. you look at katsuki, walking up to him and nearing your face to him again. “see you on monday...” your whisper sent hot air straight to katsuki’s lips, making them tremble slightly. 

“oh my god, she’s so hot.” denki said as he watched katsuki smirk and throw his head back. 

you get home and your phone gets another notification. from bakugou katsuki. you swipe at the notification, “didn’t get the chance to get your snap, so i asked mina” katsuki started. “you’re hot” 

“i know” you chuckled, stripping of your clothes and laid on your bed in your underwear. “confident, i like that” the stoner replied, smirking through the screen. “bet you’d probably love it when i tell you i’m in my underwear right now”

“you’re really trying to get me hard, aren’t you?”

“maybe. what are you gonna do about it?”

“go to your house and fuck the shit out of you.”

“do it then.”

your thighs rub together unconciously at the thought, your hand wandering past the waistband of your panties to rub your clit. the image of katsuki manspreading clouded your head as your fingers dipped inside your hole, pushing in and out slowly. a moan of katsuki’s name escapes your lips as you bite down on it, legs spreading wider. you pump your fingers faster, nearing your orgasm. your spare hand cups your breasts under your bra, playing with your nipples. 

a knock on the door disturbs you mid-moan and you clench around your fingers, fixing your underwear and getting a large shirt that would cover you. katsuki leaned on your doorframe when you opened the door, another blunt in between his fingers. he took a whiff before throwing it to the ground, hoisting you up by your waist and pressing you to the wall. his hand forces your legs open as he situated himself between them. his lips touch yours and he blows the smoke into your mouth, making you moan. 

katsuki grinds his clothed hard on against your soaking panties, his tongue swirling down your throat. he has you panting when he pulls away from you, eyeing the string of saliva connecting your lips. in a second, his lips slam on yours again as he spoke against them, “so pretty for me, y/n.” his hands tug at the hem of your panties until he set you down and took them off, dangling them against your ankle.

he lifts you up again, rough jeans rubbing against your clit making you whimper. “where’s your room, pretty face?” he whispers in your ear, biting it. “upstairs.” you whimpered out, rubbing your cunt against his hard-on. with hurried steps, katsuki places you on your bed, taking his shirt off and getting on top of you. a greek god body, a perfectly sculpted thigh making itself cozy in between your legs. 

the shirt is ripped off of you, your bra unclipped and in seconds, you’re completely naked in front of him. his tongue licks a stripe up both your nipples, gently biting and sucking on them with his pearly whites. “katsu- hng, katsuki...” you wrapped your arms around his neck as he kissed lower and lower before stopping at your pelvic bone. 

“spread.” with a quick command, your legs instantly separate, giving him the best view of your glistening heat. your toes curl when he uses his fingers to spread your pussy lips apart, giving your insides a taste of his tongue. he sucks on your clit, two of his digits digging inside you. his cock is throbbing inside his jeans, staining his underwear with pre-cum.

the hot kisses travel upwards again, his lips capturing yours as he used his spare hand to take off his remaining clothes. he adds another fingers, scissoring them inside you as he swirled his tongue all around your mouth and lips. “ready for my cock, pretty face?” you throw your head back, nodding. 

katsuki presses kisses against your jaw and hickies on your neck, stroking his  cock and prodding his tip at your entrance. slowly pushing it inside, the both of you let out a moan. he lifts your hips up from the bed, pushing in at a better angle. you whine loudly, “just shove it in already!” he cocks an eyebrow at you smirking.

“you asked for it, pretty face.”

“do u think theyre fucking” denki chatted the bakusquad gc, attaching a screenshot of yours and katsuki’s location being at your house. “obv dumbass” jirou replied. “i feel bad for y/n’s pussy” “eijirou! dont say that!’ “PLS LSADHALKH” 

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you got any delusional/love sick yan Kiri on valentines day👀👀

You said lovesick and my mind jumped to

(What to expect - no NSFW, drugging, manipulation, marriage talks lol)

(inspired by when I was in the hospital and high off of whatever drug they fed me, I was so relaxed and did whatever the heck they asked. I had to get a catheter and they were like “Strip kid” and no questions I shucked off my scrubs right then and there, spread my legs when they asked, had no worries nor a care in the world. I agreed to anything and everything they proposed bc I was loopy as hell, glad my parents were there to like reel me in afterwards)

“Happy Valentine’s Day!”

A hand on your shoulder eases you from your slumber, blinking awake into the soft light of the morning.

“Breakfast in bed, your favorite-” Kirishima’s grinning wide, eyes big and full of love.

He’s pulled back the curtains, straightened up your room a bit, placed a vase full of flowers on your dresser, directly in your line of sight.

There’s a tray on the bed, a plate stacked with fruit, toast, and a cup of warm tea on the side. Tucked in the corner of the tray is a little red, heart shaped box.

“K-Kiri? What are you-”

“Here, open up!” The man is picking a strawberry, pinching it’s leaves, shoving it against your lips, but you turn your head to the side, brows furrowed.

He shouldn’t be here.

You shove his hand away with a stern look. “What the hell, how did you get in?” there’s no trace of sleepiness in your demeanor as you sit up.

Kiri waves his hand. “Ah, that doesn’t matter-”

“No, it totally does-” You huff out a sarcastic laugh. “I took your key back. How the hell did you get in Kirishima?”

The man deflated slightly, placing the strawberry back on the plate. He was sitting on the bed, shoes off, in casual clothes. “You know me, always loosing’ that thing. I made a bunch of copies for when I got drunk and couldn’t find my keys.” A toothy, apologetic smile is offered, but you’re furious.

“I don’t know what you think you’re doing, but you need to get the fuck out of my house. We’re done. It hasn’t even been a month, Kiri, I told you I wanted to take a break and that I needed space.”

Kirishima bites his lip, bows his head, looks up at your through his eyelashes like a wounded puppy. “But I missed you, and-well... it’s Valentines Day...”

“Get out Kiri, this is ridiculous. This is why I needed a break from our relationship in the first place. You can’t respect my boundaries.” You maneuver around the tray, slipping off the bed and onto your feet, before facing your ex-boyfriend. “Now leave.”

He doesn’t move.

No, he just sits there, staring at you. Then he sighs heavily, sadly, as if you had just insulted his manliness. “At least open the present I got you?”

“No Kirishima, please just go. And get rid of the copies you’ve made of my key. That’s fucking creepy.”

The redhead bristled at that, shoulders rising defensively. Yet still, he refused to move from his spot on the bed. “Hey, it’s not weird! They’re backups-”

“So you can come snoop through my stuff when I’m gone? I don’t want you around anymore.”

Maybe you were being harsh, but you had tried being nice.

Tried letting him down gently, that you wanted to work on yourself and focus on your career. That you wanted him to find someone who could give the same effort that he did, since you obviously weren’t.

Then you had been firmer after he didn’t accept it, explaining that he was smothering you in this relationship, guilt tripping you every time you wanted to go out, trying to manipulate you into feeling bad for him when you chose to do anything but spend time with the man.

He was co-dependent, and reliant on your presence to a frankly alarming degree.

Your stern words seemed to get through to him. The man nodded slowly, running his hands over his face. “God, okay, I’m sorry. I know I can be a little much. I just thought maybe.... I don’t know, that I could fix this? Fix us?”

“Breakfast in bed isn’t going to fix anything, especially not when you break into serve it.” You snipe, feeling a little cold, exposed in your big pajamas. It was warmer under the covers.

“I didn’t! I didn’t break in! I have a key-”

“Just leave, please.”

Kirishima sighed again, before he reached over the tray, picking up the heart shaped box. “Open the present and have one, then I’ll leave?”

Anything to get him going. This was how the two of you would fight, you struggling to make yourself heard, to be respected, and Kirishima completely ignoring your wants, stubborn and unrelenting in his desires.

You took the box as he held it out to you, quickly lifting up the lid to see mini chocolates. Classic Valentine gift.

“Just one? Then I promise I’ll go.” He pleaded.

A chocolate was selected, one with little sprinkles on the rounded top. You had to admit, they did look delicious.

Your ex-boyfriend always was a generous man, insisting upon giving. Giving back rubs, giving kisses, giving you prime cuddles and giving you undying love. 

“Can I feed it to you?”

A glare was shot his way, and Kirishima quickly fell silent.

One bite, then two, and the chocolate was gone. it was sweet, almost sickly so. When Kirishima left, you’d be throwing the entire box into the trash.

“Good girl.” His voice was low, mischievous, and your body heated up at the praise while you swallowed the chocolate down.

“’Kay, I had some, it was lovely, now get out.”

He rose to his feet, and you were reminded of his size, intimidated immediately by the way the man towered over you. You’d forgotten how big he was in the time you’ve spent apart.

But he moved past you without another word, out of your bedroom. 

You followed him down the hall, through the dining room, to the front door, where he stopped and turned.

“I know why you’re really pushing me away, (Y/N).”

“Oh, do you.” Crossing your arms, you waited for his explanation. 

“You’re scared. You found the ring, didn’t you? I understand if you don’t want to get married just yet, but I wish you had just told me that instead of freaking out.”

Ring? What ring? Marriage?

Kiri continued. “I’m willing to wait. I’ll always wait for you, no matter how long it takes. You can’t rush love, baby, you taught me that.”

Your face felt warm, he couldn’t be serious. Marriage? The two of you had been dating for a significant amount of time, but there had never been any talk of marriage.

“Kiri-”

The man took two steps towards you, invading your personal space. You tried to backpedal, overwhelmed by his sudden, looming presence, but meaty hands gripped your arms, locking you in place.

“Are you starting to feel it yet?” His face was too close, warm breath splashing against your skin, those dark red eyes searching your own, eager, anticipating.

“What? Kiri, let me go-”

“It’ll kick in real soon I bet, and then the real Valentine’s Day fun will start. Fuck-” The man breathed, pushing himself back from you a bit, taking a deep breath. “I’m so excited that I get to be with you again. I’m going to treat you right, you won’t ever have to feel afraid of commitment again. I’ll be the best boyfriend, best fiancé, best husband, best dad-”

“Kiri-” You gasped, struggling in his hold. The man didn’t even notice, lost in his own convoluted fantasy as he stared down at you with affection. You were starting to feel warm, woozy.

What was he saying about something kicking in?

“Did you-oh my god, did you drug me?” Is that why he had been so insistent about the chocolate?

“It’s not really a drug, more of a relaxer!” His smile was so bright, teeth too sharp. You felt unsteady on your feet. “I know you’ve been stressed out lately, and that's another reason why you needed a “break”, so this is the perfect way to relax!”

When had he picked you up? Kirishima was carrying you back towards your bedroom, bridal style. You rested against his chest blearily, blinking your eyes in confusion as your world spin.

“A nice breakfast, some cuddles...” He cooed, setting you on the bed, climbing up after you so he could rest you against his side. You felt like you were asleep, dreaming maybe? You didn’t know. 

Kirishima held a strawberry up to your lips. “Open sweetheart-” You opened, bit down, chewed, swallowed.

“We can mess around a little, I’ll light some candles- oh! And I brought wine too! We can drink some wine, play with each other.... I love you so much, (Y/N).”

A kiss, pressure against your lips, body crushed in a hug against a broad, muscular chest. You relaxed into it. Nothing felt real.

“We’re gonna spend the rest of our life together.”