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Folks, friends, y’all…. esk*mo is a slur. I understand a lot of people don’t know that, I don’t want to be a dick about it, but I’ve been seeing it in fics. Wanna write “esk*mo kisses”? Just say “nuzzled noses” or something.

I’m not here to call anybody out, it’s been in multiple fics, I’m not vague posting. This is just a psa. 👍🏻

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“ur just mad bc testosterone turned u into an ugly hairy bald fatty and not an anime twink”

i wonder why young impressionable trans ppl who want to go on t would be afraid of being hairy and bald and fat. i wonder if it’s maybe bc they’ve watched the queer community treat fat queer people in general, but particularly fat queer ppl who are hairy, bald, and/or not feminine, like absolute fucking shit. i wonder if it’s bc our society assigns morality to looks and fat hairy bald ppl get literally treated like predators simply because of the way they look. i wonder if it’s because they watched the rest of the queer community idolize and prioritize white thinness. i wonder if maybe, just maybe, there are deeply seated issues in the queer community that we might wanna address when they make themselves obvious instead of falling back on mocking individuals for the way they look.

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why must being railed and soft sex be separated… i can get fucked so hard i forget how to think while also being held close and praised the entire time about how well i’m taking it

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touya and natsuo get into an argument and touya tells his little brother that the only reason you're dating him is because you actually want to fuck their dad but don't want to carry the guilt of fucking an irredeemable scumbag so you settled for the next best thing

#dabi <3

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Just started writing part two of L-O-V-E and honestly I’m in love with Katsuki pretending to hate you whilst simultaneously trying to get into your pants

#bambibabbles #katsuki <3

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No one is DOING it like him

#dabi <3

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I caught the L-O-V-E

Pairing: Katsuki Bakugou x femme!reader (reader has a pussy, uses she/her pronouns and is referred to as a girl/woman)

1.6K words

Synopsis: enemies to lovers, reader wants him but tries to fight it. Set in a quirkless AU where they're in their second year of college. This will have more parts once I write them lol

Warnings: language, mentions of drugs, mentions of sex, f!masturbation, drinking, reader gets drunk, breeding mentions, reader imagines having sex with Bakugou

MINORS DNI

Math should be illegal; you think to yourself as you toss your maths book and pencil across the room. You're in college, why should you have to learn trigonometry? You're never going to use it.  

You groan and lean back in your chair, cracking your knuckles behind your head. There's a weird stain on the ceiling that's been there since you moved in, you and Ochako used to lie on the floor and try and guess where it came from. You'd joke about how it kind of looked like Aizawa when he used his powers.  

There hasn't been a lot of joking going on lately. Both you and Ochako are so stressed about the exams you've hardly said two words to each other, if you're honest you kind of miss her. Ochako is the first real friend you've ever had, spending most of your childhood and teenage years alone in your bedroom reading and playing with your gerbils, Dasher and Dancer. Now you feel like that same lonely kid again.  

A knock on the door drags you out of your thoughts and you get up to answer it before you can get too sad. You leave your books (minus your maths book) on the kitchen table and pad barefoot towards the door to your apartment. You and Ochako decided to move off campus for your second year so you could feel more independent. Also, because it was cheaper.  

You swing open the door expecting to see Izuku, Ochako's kind-of-but-not-really boyfriend. Instead, the doorway is taken up by a muscular, and kind of angry looking blonde. In jeans and a black tank top that showed off his huge biceps, his spikey hair falling in his face, his vermillion eyes trained on you. He may be the most attractive man you have ever seen.  

You know who he is obviously, Katsuki Bakugou. You've seen him hanging around Kirishima and the other 'frat bros'. He's supposed to be one of the smartest in your college, always coming in the top 5. From what Ochako's said, he's slept with every girl on campus too.  

"You gonna keep starin' at me, sweetheart, or are ya gonna invite me in?"  

His slightly irritated voice snaps you out of your thoughts and you realise you've been staring at him this entire time. Your cheeks flush red and you babble apologies as you step to the side to allow him to come in. You figure he's probably here for Ochako and hope he's not a serial killer.  

"Need to speak to Ochako, go get her." He demands as if you're a waitress who got his order wrong. You're taken aback by his tone but decide to ignore it.  

"She's not here." You say, folding your arms over your chest, hyperaware of the stain on your hoodie. You think it's pizza sauce but can't be sure. You can't study without this hoodie and lately all you've been doing is studying so it's been a while since it's seen a washing machine.  

"What do you mean 'she's not here'. She's supposed to help me with something now go get her." He snaps at you. You blink at the aggression and straighten your back.  

"I told you; I can't go get her. She isn't here." You seethe trying to stay calm. Bakugou steps forwards and you resist the urge to shy away. He stops when you're practically nose to nose and you can see him clench his jaw in frustration.  

"Well, where the fuck is she then?" He barks, so close you can smell his toothpaste and aftershave. Mint and burnt sugar. You tilt your chin up and glare back at him. There is no way in hell you are going to let a man talk to you like that in your own damn house.  

"I don't know where she is, but you can go and wait for her somewhere else." You grab his vest and begin to drag him towards the door. His eyes widen in surprise and you've no doubt that's the only reason he lets you drag him.  

"The fuck do you think you're doing?" He looks utterly bewildered, like he's never heard the word no once in his life. It would be comical if you weren't so pissed off.  

"I'm kicking you out. This is my house and I'll be dammed if I let a man walk all over me in it." With that you give him one last push out the front door and slam it in his face, slipping the chain on the hook for good measure.  

 

When Ochako gets back and you explain everything she laughs for a good twenty minutes straight. You were afraid she might be mad at you but she seems delighted.  

"You're definitely not mad?" You check when she calms down. She lets out another soft giggle and shakes her head.  

"Hey, I'm just glad someone finally put him in his place." And then she's in hysterics again and you can't fight the grin that spreads across your face.  

 

You don't see Bakugou again until Ochako drags you to a party under the guise of 'letting off steam' when you know all she really wants is to see Izuku. You pull on a tight black dress that shows off a lot more cleavage than your used to and follow her to the party anyway.  

It's at the same dumb frat house Bakugou lives at but you honestly couldn't care less. And yes, maybe part of that is the vodka shots you, Ochako and Izuku did before you left but part of it is also because you refuse to be afraid of a man like Bakugou.  

You walk through the doors and the music is so loud you can feel it in your chest. Weirdly, you kind of like it. Ochako and Izuku immediately disappear to God knows where but you try not to mind. You think they're cute together and you want Ochako to be happy, even if that means leaving you on your own.  

You make your way to the kitchen and pour yourself a vodka coke, classic and it'll get the job done is what you think. You lean against the counter and survey the scene before you. This isn't the first party you've been to but it's definitely the biggest. From here you can see at least two people having sex, three doing drugs, at least seven people passed out and someone doing the macarena to a Nicki Minaj song. The whole scene makes you want to laugh.  

You haven't seen Bakugou yet, not that you've been looking for him. It's just that if you'd seen him, you definitely would've recognised him. But you definitely weren't looking. You take a sip of your drink.  

 

A while later, when you're drunk enough to forget any anxiety, someone changes the track in the middle of some indie slow song with misogynistic overtones and Sabrina Carpenter’s Nonsense comes on and you let out a little squeal. This song has been your obsession as of late.  

You abandon your cup and run into the living room and start dancing. You've never been a particularly good dancer, far too clumsy for that but the alcohol makes you forget that and your start to have fun for the first time all night. Maybe all year. 

You're still dancing wildly three songs later when you smack into the wooden coffee table and start to fall over. You feel a strong pair of hands grab you by the waist and right you on your feet. You spin round a little too quickly with the intention of thanking the person but you wobble a little and they have to right you again.  

You giggle and look up, your eyes meeting a familiar pair of vermillion eyes. You gasp a little and then curse yourself for being stupid. It's his house, of course he was going to be here. Before you can say anything, Bakugou smirks at you, his large hands still on your waist, squeezing slightly.  

"You should be more careful, doll." He chides and then walks away. You watch him disappear somewhere in the crowd and leave you wondering what the fuck just happened.  

 

You go home that night, tipsy and still thinking about Bakugou and his big, strong hands. You own hands make their way down your body and below the waistband of your pyjamas. Your mind cloudy with thoughts of Bakugou's much thicker fingers, the cocky smirk on his face that makes you think he'd know exactly how to handle you.  

You rub slow circles on your clit and close your eyes, imagining it was him touching you instead. You think about the way it felt when he touched you, the burnt sugar smell of him, the way his eyes lingered on the low neck of your dress. You wonder how many girls he’s actually been with. Whether he actually knows what he’s doing. You wonder how big he is. His frame is huge, broad shoulders, rippling muscles, more than double your size so he must be big.  

You think about his mouth, how good it would feel to have him between your legs, strong hands gripping your thighs while he laps at your clit.  

You’re arching off the bed, fingers swirling faster and faster on your sticky, wet heat. Other hand under your shirt to play with your nipples, tugging and pinching them just the way you like. You try hard to stay quiet but the thought of what Bakugou could do to you, what you want him to do to you, has you crying out so loud you’re certain everyone in the building heard. You don’t have it in you to care though as you’re hurtling towards your release.  

The thought that makes you come undone is picturing how pretty he’d look when he cums. Brows furrowed, lips bitten and falling into a pretty O shape, moaning your name as he cums deep inside you.  

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Hi, I hope you enjoyed! I will definitly be making more parts to this as I see this as a whole enemies to lovers fic. Likes and rb's appreciated, let me know what you think!

#bambolina writes #katsuki #katsuki bakugo imagine #bakugou katsuki #katsuki smut #bakugou smut #katsuki x f!reader #katsuki x reader #katsuki bakugou x reader #bakugou x reader #mha fic #mha smut #mha x y/n

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new reblog game actually put in the tags what the blog you reblogged from tastes like

#love hearts and pink lemonade

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ao3 is not instagram, and it’s not embarrassing to comment on a story that’s old. we understand that you just happened to come across it now; writing is magical in that you often come across the right story at just the time you need to read it.

also, authors will literally cry over their keyboard if you comment on the stuff they write.

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I'm sorry, cringe culture can't come to the phone right now. Why? Oh, cause it's dead!

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You know what I don't care what anyone else says, Dabi and Shoto? Perfect sibling rivalry dynamic. "We haven't spoken in ten years but now that you're here I'm gonna give you a Shakespearean monologue and then try to kill you to spite our piece-of-shit father nothing personal also you're everything I loathe in this world" "Toya-nii what the fuck is wrong with you" god I feel that in my soul.

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YOU THERE! YES YOU! FIC READER!

I just read a fic from 2013 and left a comment on the end. The author responded within 3 hours.

Please leave comments on fics. It doesn't matter if you don't know what to say I literally made a joke about a space worm. Please comment on fics it'll make the authors day even if its from 9 years ago.

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Katsuki who pretends to hate it when you wear his clothes but it secretly makes him melt

Katsuki who leaves his hoodies and shirts at yours specifically so you’ll wear them

Katsuki who looses his shit when you walk around in just his shirt and your underwear

Katsuki who makes you leave his hoodie on while he goes down on you

Katsuki who almost murders Kiri when you accidentally wear one of his shirts instead of Katsuki’s

Katsuki who loves any and every reminder that you’re his and you chose him

#bambolina writes #katsuki #mha #mha fluff #katsuki bakugou x reader #bakugou fluff #katsuki bakugou

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Dabi nsfw hc

I think when you and Dabi first start dating he would have a very aggressive approach to sex. Like to him it’s just fucking, he loves you of course and he thinks you’re hot as fuck but to him sex is sex. He would grab you and fuck you over ever surface available but it’s always so aggressive and it’s almost like he hates you.

I think that would change though. The longer you’ve been together and the more he trusts you the more willing he is to be a little softer with you, a little bit gentler. He’s still a kinky bitch of course but sometimes he just wants to show you how much he loves you when he can’t bring himself to say the words. Soft kisses in missionary. Hickeys and love bites on your shoulders. Stroking the hair out of your face when you get all sweaty. Soft kisses on the inside of your thighs.

I think eventually he’d be one of those guys who just wants to get naked with you and make out. I dunno just thoughts

#bambolina writes #dabi <3 #dabi my hero academia #touya #touya x you #touya headcanons #dabi headcanons #dabi smut #touya smut #mha #bnha smut

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katsuki who responded to your anxious confession with a derisive scoff, pulling you in by the waist as he said, "as if you weren't the only person i was fucking in love with", like it was a simple fact.

katsuki who wants to hold your hand frequently, but holds back because he doesn't want to get too warm and accidentally activate his quirk.

katsuki who only found out it was your birthday last-minute, muttering something about 'didn't leave me enough fucking time' before dragging you to an arcade you'd been talking about for ages.

katsuki who helps you make meals, hands resting over yours as he directs you in his kitchen with a touch that seems nearly too soft to be his.

katsuki who curses a lot when you beat him at anything – games, tests, sparring – but will turn oddly quiet when he takes in your wide smile and overjoyed laugh.

katsuki who almost competitively learned your interests and the things that brought you happiness, smirking with satisfaction every time he made you light up.

katsuki who hides his smile and huffed laugh when you scrunch your nose at him from across the classroom, or blow a kiss in his direction.

katsuki who has only cried in front of you once, but couldn't feel flawed when you kissed his tears away and stroked the back of his neck, letting him bury his face in the crook of your neck.

katsuki who feels his stomach swoop every time you reach up to run your hands across the sides of his face, and nearly crumbles every time your lips touch his.

katsuki who would probably take down the world for you, if it only meant he could fall into your arms at the end of it.

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#bambi recs #awwwwww #Katsuki ♥️♥️

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That’s What You Do, Baby

Day Seventeen: Breath Play | 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

Dabi x f!Reader Genre: Smut Notes: Hurt me daddy! I mean Dabi!Warnings: 18+, dubcon/noncon, hate fucking, vaginal penetration, fingering, possessive Dabi, controlling, jealous, toxic relationship, degradation, daddy kink, dacryphilia, choking, breath play, physical abuse, slapping, somno?? (she passes out for a few minutes n he doesn't stop). Words: 2.1k

Three hair colours and one man. Red. White. Black. You’ve known him through every colour. Every phase. Every event. Maybe that’s why he fucks you like he hates you. It has to be the reason he doesn’t want you but won’t let anyone else have you. There’s nothing you can do about it, either. He expects you to take it. ‘This is what you’re made for’ are popular words of choice and he fucks you brutally and deposits his semen inside your familiar walls. It’s impossible to try and move on too, as if he’d let that happen. Every date you’ve ever had; Touya has managed to intercept it. Nobody wants to be involved with a woman who has baggage. Doesn’t everyone have a little baggage? You can’t blame anyone, though. You certainly wouldn’t want to be attached to anyone that comes with a free psychopath.

And yet, it still didn’t stop you trying one more time.

It failed, spectacularly, of course. You weren’t stupid enough to think you’d get away with going for coffee with another man. That’s it, coffee. The way Touya was behaving, you’d think you were doing a live sex show with him in Amsterdam’s Red Light District. He roughly grabbed your weak, upper arm flesh and pulled you to your feet. He had a parting snarl for your date as well as a few choice words that made you internally cringe.

“She’s spoken for. Get your own whore.”

He really knows how to make you feel like you’re less than nothing.

Red blood turned to ice in your veins as you spotted Touya’s car up the road. His grip on your arm was bruising, you were sure his grasp was already bursting blood vessels and forming his signature, fingertip bruising. There’s no use telling him that he’s hurting you. And it would be even worse to whimper or moan. He’ll make it hurt, more.

It shocks you that the car door isn’t torn from it’s hinges when he rips it open. Even at your quickest possible speed it isn’t enough for him. No, it’s not that, he’s just furious with you. He loves to manhandle you, to scare you, when he’s feeling particularly pissed off. The beautiful blue of his eyes have never looked so dead and devoid of humanity as he stares down at you. Watching eagerly as you strap yourself securely in the passenger seat. He gets a sick kick out of the way you jump when he slams your door shut for you.

Your feet on the floor are all you can bear to observe as your partner strides across the front of the car. It’s impossible to prevent the way your eyes squint at the sound of him opening and closing the door to the driver’s side. He doesn’t buckle his seatbelt. He immediately starts the car.

He wants you, and has no desire to wait a second longer. One large hand ventures into your personal space. One leg spread, angling closer to him. The other he pushes with little care resulting in your knee smacking a little harshly against the car door. You don’t dare say ow, although you instinctively want to.

However what you actually do, although unintentionally, is close your legs completely. He doesn’t look at you, but the aggression flowing throughout his entire being is evident. You’re really testing his patience today, aren’t you? A defiant little thing. Maybe you’re doing it on purpose. Bratting it up so daddy will be rougher with you.

“Open. Now.” he demands, simply.

“There are people, someone might see.” you argue. Getting quite brave, aren’t you? He’s seen this side of you before, but it has been a little while if he recalls correctly. A few months ago, maybe three. So that’s your limit. He’ll fuck the disobedience out of you. If you want to carry on acting like a bitch, he’ll fuck you like one.

“Doll, if you don’t open your God damn legs for me…” it’s calm. Cool and collected, just like him – mostly. He doesn’t need to finish, smirking when he realises you’re legs are already widening for him. Why must he be this way? To prove a point to you, of course. There’s something so delectable about an attractive man driving a car. Touya is no exception. His driving is smooth and controlled, effortless, almost. He looks handsome like this, one hand on the wheel and the other rubbing his lips before his hand slithers towards you and find yours. “Fuck you.” he tells you.

He’s referring to the greeting of your folds rather than a pair of panties on his fingers.

“’m sorry.” you keen.

“Sick. Hear me? Sick in the head. On a first date? Tch.” he tells you. “Cunts wet, too. For him?” he wonders. You’re fighting back tears as disdain lingers in each carefully thought-out word he speaks. He loves it when you cry. You don’t answer him. He didn’t expect you to. All Touya wants, is for you to think about what a stupid little girl you’ve been.

And you are.

You are.

“What was his name?” he asks you as he drags you into his apartment. Does it matter? He’s proven today more than ever that there will never be a chance for you to be in a normal, stable relationship. It’s sex, with him. No strings, with him. And that’s it. No love. No commitment. Just this. It’s not worth answering. You shouldn’t. But…

“At—” before you can answer to completion, you’re being pinned against the nearest wall with Touya’s rough fingers forcing themselves down your throat. He uses his free hand to pinch your nose closed, removing any opportunity for you to inhale oxygen into your system.

“I could kill you for this, y’know?” he hisses, driving his fingers into your wet cavern as far as they will go. “And who’d miss you? Just me. Only because you’re my favourite little hole to fuck.”

You’re clawing desperately at his hands, desperate for the slightest bit of reprieve. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t feel a little guilty when red cracks through the whites of your eyes as you lose your battle with your consciousness. Just a bit more. You deserve this; how could you seek out the company of another man behind his back? It’s the least you’re owed. Take it. Take it. You deserve it… so take it.

It’s a blessing that he does seem to have some form of conscience residing within him. He removes his digits from your lips and observes the way you’ve coated them with your drool. You’re coughing, sputtering and doing all that you can to suck whatever air you can back into your lungs. You know he’s capable of worse, and still, you feel like you’re fighting to survive.

One hand of his find fingers weaved into your locks. He pushes your body back hard against the wall before throwing you to the ground. Resistance is futile when it comes to Touya. That was a lesson you learnt almost instantly. A dour, slow slap strikes the right half of your face. The saliva covering Touya’s fingers transferring coldly to your cheek.

“Slut.” he spits. It’s nothing you haven’t heard before. In fact, it’s all you’ve heard before. “Dirty slut, aren’tcha? Hm? Gonna have to teach you a lesson, yeah?” he concludes.

He yanks at your top, a clear indication that he wants you to remove it. Touya undresses himself at the same time as you. It doesn’t bother him that you’re still wearing your skirt. Your panties are off, anyway. Maybe you did this for him after all. Did you go commando to give him easy access? He stands tall as he removes his trousers and underwear before lingering over you. He drags his fat cockhead up and down your juicy cunt.

He’s only teasin’.

“T-Touya,” you keen, the delicate touches making your head spin. You were stupid to desire another man. Why would you? How could you when you knew deep down nobody could ever compare to Touya.

“Shut up,” he growls. His tip slots nicely inside of your wet walls. His eyes roll over white for a fraction of a second as he adjusts to the feeling of your perfect cunt. It’s as true for him as it is for you. No other hole will ever come close to feeling as good as yours. You’ve got him completely pussy drunk, although he’d never admit it. “’m givin’ it to you. Don’t fucking whine.”

“’m not whining…” you respond. Three little words earn another wet slap across your face. It delights him to see your pathetic lower lip wobble. You jump from one extreme to the other. You’re either a raging bitch or a cry baby.

He licks the tears that spill from your eyes as he bottoms out inside of you. No prep. No warning. Just him. You should be used to it by now, the way his length slides into you and kisses your cervix. Awkward doesn’t begin to cut it when you wrap your arms around his torso and pull him closer towards you. Because that act is apparently reserved for good girls. And even you can admit you haven’t been very good for him. He shoves your arms off him, pinning them above your head.

You wonder if he’s comfortable, because you assuredly are not. The hard wood flood beneath you seems like the worst thing possible for your lower back. You feel as stiff as a board and as sexy as a walrus. His knees can’t be doing much better. They aren’t. But he can ignore the pain; he knows you can’t.

His thrusts are ruthless. Every roll of his hips drives your body further against the wood and makes your eyes leak. But every dramatic, heavy penetration makes your vision cloud. Fuck him. How can he have the audacity to be such a piece of shit and such a good fuck?

“’m close, T-Toouuya ‘m close.” you warn him, as if he didn’t already know. Don’t you think he’s fucked you enough times to know when you’re about to lose your resolve to the perfection of his cock? The tell tale signs or curling toes and fluttering eyelashes give you away easily. But don’t you know? Do you really not know how much your cunt convulses around him when you get closer, and closer? He thought you did it on purpose. Your pulsating walls always drag him near his own premature demise.

Your eyes bulge when you feel agile fingers clench around your throat once more. Oxygen once again huffs out of your brain. You feel your body might be shutting down on you. He said he could kill you. You suppose he really means it this time.

Alas, your time hasn’t come just yet. Just as you were on the brink of passing out he loosened the intensity of the squeeze.

You’re cumming.

You’re cumming.

You’re cumming for him.

It’s not like he’s never choked you before. But not like this. Not when you’ve been on the brink of your climax and desperate to topple over that tantalising edge. He doesn’t think he’s seen a more beautiful sight. He is one hundred percent sure he’s never been closer to prematurely ejaculating with you before. It takes every ounce of will power he has to stop himself from cumming. You came around him, gummy walls threatening to seduce him into following you in your high. But that alone wasn’t what had him using every power he could muster to not cum so quickly. The way your eyes crossed so adorably as you choked beneath his iron clad grip was the sweetest, prettiest thing he’d ever seen. Is that the hardest you’ve ever cum for him? It is. God, when you’re good, you’re really fucking good.

You’re barely a person anymore when he frees your throat and begins humping himself inside of you. Touya knows you aren’t stupid. You make poor choices, but you’re a smart enough girl. So do you really think he’s going to let you drift off into a post-coitus sleep without letting Touya use you as the fuck hole you are?

“Wake up pretty girl.” he snickers as he lightly slaps your face. Three minutes had gone by without response. You must have really needed that. “You came real hard for me there, huh?” he teases. He notices your skin breaking out in goosebumps as he continues to pleasure himself with your sensitive slot.

“Tired,” you admit. Touya shakes his head. His hand is wrapped around your throat once more, applying the same amount of pressure as he had previously as he fucks harshly into you again. It seems Touya’s hands are your brand new necklace, now.

The prettiest thing.

The way you came while getting choked was the prettiest thing he’d ever seen.

It was silly for you to think he was only going to do it once.

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initiation

bakusquad boys x reader

PAIRING.  (very scummy) frat!bakusquad boys x fem!reader

LENGTH.  19.8k words (ao3 link)

GENRE.  nsfw, aged up characters (20+)

EXTRA.  art by @/crikeygatormate !! <3

CONTENT.  gangbang, bukkake, virginity kink, corruption kink, sexual coercion + manipulation, very dubcon, tagging noncon just in case, power imbalance, intoxication, exhibitionism, creampie, noncon creampie, dacryphilia, double penetration (one hole & two), cum eating, cumplay, oral (m & f receiving), stomach bulge, spit kink, impact play (choking, slapping, biting), objectification, teasing (+ bullying), degradation kink, humiliation, praise kink, breeding kink, multiple orgasms, noncon recording

SYNOPSIS.  are you sure you want to tag along to that frat party? your roommate’s friends might not have the best of intentions.

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